#//but yeah gonna spin in circles forever now!! and maybe rub my feet raw on the carpet again tryna learn this dance :3 tooooodles

[wantaichi]

back of the bar

futakuchi kenji x reader

nsfw warning: sorta drunk sex, public sex ✦ wc: 1.5k ✦ see: nsfw collection

---- Not enough.

“Hey, you plan on getting shitfaced before the party starts?”

Not. Enough.

You’re still holding back, still too conscious. Still in the realm of sobriety. 

You down two shots of tequila, making a face as the burn settles in your throat. Cheers and claps erupt all around you, and the adrenaline kicks in.

The crowd is a mix of friends from high school and some familiar faces from the volleyball team Nametsu used to manage. 

Is he watching?

Despite the buzz building in your head, you try and seek out a distinct pair of eyes. The daunting ones that made you look away whenever you’re caught staring. But there’s a certain gravity to them that pulled you back in, and you wanted so badly to be pulled in without restraint.

That’s what alcohol is for, you think.

“Alright everyone! Birthday countdown!” 

Everyone shifts their attention to Nametsu who’s sitting on the bar counter, a sloshed grin on her face as she aims the confetti bomb towards the ceiling.

The countdown starts with ten, then nine.. eight! seven!

You see him counting too, sitting on the long table like he owns the whole place, hyping up the crowd with mirth.

..when his eyes meet yours. 

three! two! one!

And he winks.

pop!

“HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY, NAMETSUUU!”

“Crowd surf! Crowd surf!”

“Shut up, Futakuchi!”

The entire room is obscured in glitter and metallic colors raining from the ceiling, painting the bar with a surreal festivity. Cheers and whistles breathe life to the scene.

Your field of vision is shrouded in color, and you’re not sure if it’s from the confetti.

---- Alcohol practically ran through your veins with how much you've consumed, your intention of getting close to Futakuchi long forgotten and replaced with dancing ‘til your feet give out. And at one point, give out they did.

From the spot you had rightfully — drunkenly — claimed as yours, a round booth in a poorly-lit corner of the bar, you muse blankly at the strobe lights, almost seizure-inducing but hypnotic when accompanied by music.

“Been waiting long?” 

Slumped on the couch, only your head turns to the voice. Futakuchi has his head tilted, wearing that smug expression. He’s nursing a bottle in one hand, two shot glasses in the other.

It just might be your inebriety,  but you find yourself chuckling at his sudden presence. “Long enough, Futaku—”

“Just Kenji.”

“Kenji..” You like the way his name rolls on your tongue.

“Mm, y/n right?” You nod, and your dreamy eyes are glued to his face as he slips into the booth, and settles beside you.

It’s the first time you see him up close and get the chance to admire his features. 

Yup, just as pretty as he is from afar.

The man had been making rounds, coercing every person—friend and acquaintance—into taking a shot. It took him forever to reach you that you’d forgotten all about him.

He pours both of you a shot until the glasses are more than half filled. 

“Just saving the best for last.. Cheers?”

Facing each other, you clink glasses, the impact spilling some on your clothes. He watches you empty your glass, eyes filled with an intensity that you don’t seem to notice.

The burning sensation you anticipate in your throat doesn’t come. Or maybe it does, but something more intense begins to burn when an arm snakes around your waist.

“How long did I keep you waiting?”

You shudder at his warm breath on your skin and the way his fingers are lingering on your thigh. 

“Only the entire night,” you say, feeling the liquid courage kick in, “Will you make up for it?”

“I plan to.”

His lips are on yours before you realize it, soft and hot against you. Your head is spinning, whether from the alcohol or the kiss, you’re not sure, but you comb your fingers through his soft tresses, grabbing fistfuls to convince yourself this is actually happening.

His touch glides up from your thigh up to your backside, groping and feeling your shapely ass through your skin-tight dress.

One long steamy kiss later, you’re unlatching from him, the strained look on your face making him worry that he might have crossed the line too early. But the thought is quick to dispel itself when you grab his hand and guide him under your dress and onto the dampness between your legs. 

A breathy chuckle escapes him, and then he’s touching you and rubbing his fingers against your warmth. “Impatient much?”

“I’ve been nothing but patient the entire night.” 

You lean forward, and your tongue is tracing the seam of his lips, coaxing it to open for you. 

“Right, my bad,” he breathes over your mouth. His fingers are rubbing you through your panties, moving in circles and feeling you get wetter, stickier after each passing second. The overwhelming pleasure makes you break away from the kiss and breathe shakily into his ear.

He cranes his neck to peek at your flushed face, at the whimpering mess you’ve become, and finds himself getting more aroused.

His touch abandons your core, eliciting a soft whine from you. But the next thing you know, he’s lifting you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him, knees folding on either side.

The change in position is disorienting, and the lack of control over your body isn’t helping. But as soon as you feel a rock hard pressure between your legs, your hips begin moving on their own, grinding needily against it and making Futakuchi curse under his breath.

He leans in, sucking on your neck while fingering the stringy straps of your dress, tugging them down languidly. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your throat, travelling dangerously low the more he tries to undress you.

“Kenji, someone might..” 

Before you could even turn around, a jacket was already coming up behind you and cloaking your entire backside.

“No one will see, don’t worry,” he whispers. 

Not really assured by his own words, he peeks over your shoulder. Whether it’s due to poor lighting or everyone’s hammered state, he deems it safe to continue.

You smile before crashing your lips onto his, tongue lapping out to taste him. “Then...can I..”

“What is it, baby?”

He gets his answer when your hands glide down his firm torso and onto the buckle of his belt. Grinning as he realizes where this is headed, he hooks his fingers on the hem of your dress and tugs at it. 

“You wanna fuck me right here?” 

His hot breath sends a shiver all the way to your core, turning your fingers to jelly while you fumble on his belt. Futakuchi laughs softly at your little struggle and relieves you of it, undoing his pants to free his throbbing member.

Not a second goes to waste when you align your moist cunt atop him, breathing heavily at the contact while you slowly descend all the way to the bottom until he’s fully inside you. He digs his fingers into your hips, his dark lidded eyes seeking yours out. 

You start moving, riding up and down his shaft and moaning his name in a soft chant. It becomes harder for you to sense if someone’s approaching, but it’s even harder to give a fuck when your minds are swimming in alcohol and the sweet promise of release. 

Both of you share a desperate kiss, biting and licking and moaning in between. “Shit, keep going, y/n..” 

With the jacket concealing your backside, Futakuchi slips your dress further off you and drinks in the sight of your bare breasts. He thrust his hips in time with yours, the zapping heat in your core becoming unbearable and making you desperate for release.

The cacophony of club music and raw singing is drowned out by the hammering of your heart and Futakuchi’s boyish moans, enough to bring you on the edge of sanity.

“Kenji.. I’m gonna..” You feel your toes curl and your cunt squeeze tight around him, drawing out a string of curses from the boy.

“Fuck yeah baby, cum on my cock, please..”

The tension between your legs subsides as you find your release and collapse into his chest, panting heavily. He doesn’t release you from his hold, dragging out the high by continuing to thrust inside you in a languorous pace until he comes to a stop. For a while, you savor the sound of each other’s breathing, and Futakuchi continues to bask in the comfort of your walls.

He’s alerted by a slight movement from the corner of his eye, and sees Moniwa stop in his tracks, horror and distress written all over his face as he stares at the two figures in the compromising position. 

Futakuchi flicks his wrist in a shooing motion, and the former captain willingly turns on his heel to leave.

“Someone saw?” you ask.

“Nah,” he deadpans, pulling your straps back up onto your shoulders, “Say, wanna ditch? Kinda craving some fast food right now.”

You giggle and plant a soft kiss on the boy’s cheek before climbing off him. 

“What’s your escape plan?” ——

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[dalgikiss]

Urban Loneliness // k. bakugou

index

part 5

The flower petals don’t stop coming but that’s all they stay as- stray petals that fall out of your mouth here and there when you’re least expecting it. You’ve gotten quite good at hiding away your cough, hands always flying up to your mouth just in time to catch the flower petals. You’ve begun to collect them in the jar Recovery Girl had given you.

You think they would be a lot prettier if they didn’t come from the inside of your body.

Sometimes though, you’re unlucky or maybe it’s just your reaction time has gotten dull but when you cough, someone sees a stray petal fly out. You tell them it’s a party trick, one you’ve been working on in hopes of surprising them. You’re extremely grateful that it’s only Mineta that’s seen it happen because all it takes is you smiling sweetly and blowing a small kiss towards him and he’s putty in your hands.

You’re still left to wonder who it is that has your heart even though you have an inkling of who it might be. The petals are never consistent, only coming when you’re amongst giant groups of people- class, the common room, sparring practices- you name it, it happened.

(You’re a little oblivious for not noticing it’s when Bakugou and Sayaka are around you, but that’s another story)

It’s not until one day you’re laughing one of those wheezing, clapping, tears-coming-out-of-your-eyes kind of laughs at Uraraka’s successful prank on Kaminari (with your help of course) do you find out who it is that you have a crush on.

Kaminari’s face is full of shaving cream shaped to give him a mustache and eyebrows that rival Endeavor’s and his hair has been dyed a pretty pink while he hung midair, flailing his arms around desperately for balance. Uraraka is laughing with you and both of your laughter only grows louder as more people walk into the common room.

Momo’s arms are hanging on to you for balance as she clutches her stomach. The room is full of warm laughter instead of tired groans from practice. Your heart is warm and you tell yourself you want to capture this moment forever.

Even Bakugou lets out a loud guffaw at the sight of Kaminari floating in the air. Your grin only widens when you hear it because it normally takes something short of a miracle to make him laugh. You turn to say something to him but all words die in your throat at the sight in front of you. Bakugou’s arm is wrapped tightly around Sayaka, her head resting against his broad shoulders. Your stomach turns uncomfortably but you push away the saliva that’s beginning to pool in your mouth.

“Bakugou! You got a girlfriend now?” You tease, successfully getting everyone’s attention. Uraraka’s concentration is broken and Kaminari falls onto the floor with a soft ‘thud’ and an indigent ‘ow!” from his mouth.

You’re waiting for Bakugou’s response, your stomach ache beginning to become harder to ignore.

Pleasesaynopleasesaynopleasesaynople-

“Damn straight I got a girlfriend. Got the best one there is too, you fuckers better stay away from her or I’ll blast your ass onto the other side of the planet” His eyes avoid yours.

You want to vomit.

You utter out a strangled ‘congratulations’, the word tasting bitter in your mouth. Everyone is crowding in on the new couple and you take the commotion as a distraction to run to the bathroom.

The common room’s bathroom is cold and the tiles dig harshly into your knee as you retch up flower petals into the toilet basin, fingers gripping the porcelain. You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm down but it does more harm than good and you end up gagging even more. You don’t remember the last time it’s been this bad and you’re biting back tears. After a particular hard gag -you’re realizing how disgusting you sound- something larger than the normal size of a petal falls out of your mouth.

Blinking away your tears, your blood runs cold at the sight of a full pink anemone floating on the surface of the water but your heart stops at the voice behind you.

“What the fuck?”

shitshitshitshit

You freeze at the sound of Mina cursing. Maybe there’s a way you can play this off. You turn around extremely slowly, wiping the blood away from the corner of your mouth. “Hey Mina, the bathroom’s a bit occupied right now” You laugh awkwardly. She walks towards you softly and peers into the toilet bowl, her face contorting into one of pity and worry at the sight.

“So” She begins and you nod.

“So”

“Are you throwing up flowers?”

You can’t bring yourself to look at her even when she moves to sit down next to you on the bathroom floor. Her hands are soft when she places them on your cheeks, wiping away the tears that are beginning to fall from your eyes. She whispers sweet nothings as she pulls you towards her, stroking your hair as you muffle your sobs against your palm. Your tears are too hot and they burn your face but Mina lets you cry on her shoulder even though you’re sure she just washed her uniform.

You don’t know how long you’ve cried for -15 minutes, an hour- but when you’re done, you’re sure you look like a mess and your head is spinning from the lack of air you’ve been getting. You honestly don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s because you’re basically facing an unavoidable death, maybe it’s because someone has finally seen you throwing up flowers and it’s a relief to not have to hide it anymore or maybe it’s because you’re finally realizing you like someone who has a girlfriend.

Mina’s still waiting patiently for you to gather yourself, hands rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you and it is only when you finally meet her eyes, she speaks again. “You’re throwing up flowers?”

You nod miserably, looking at the flower petals which have begun to sink to the bottom of the toilet, specks of blood decorating each one. You’re not sure how to start but you figure anything that comes out of your mouth is better than saying nothing. “I have something called the Hanahaki disease”

Her mouth repeats the name after you, testing out the syllables on her tongue.

“Basically, I’m going to keep throwing up flowers because the person I like doesn’t like me back and it’s going to continue until I die unless I get a stupid surgery that gets rid of my ability to love but what kind of shitty options are those?” You give her a watery smile when her eyes widen at the notion of death. “And I’ve just realized I like Bakugou but he has a girlfriend and normally it’s just been a few petals so I guess it wasn’t that serious but now there’s an actual flower in the fucking toilet bowl and I’m freaking out, i am so fucking sca-”

You never get to finish your spiel because Mina’s pulling you into another hug and you feel your shoulder beginning to dampen. It’s your turn to comfort her now, arms wrapped around her while she clutches the back of your shirt in her fists. “You’re NOT going to die” Her voice is muffled against your shoulder but you hear her loud and clear.

She pulls away to grab your shoulders and face you directly, black eyes boring into yours. “You’re not going to die, we’ll figure something out and you’re going to be okay”

You let her pull you up from the floor and flush the toilet, making a mental note to go to Recovery Girl’s office later to tell her of the progression while Mina’s busy dabbing a wet paper towel around your face to try and freshen you up.

The silence is broken when Mina looks at you with a teasing glint in her eye. “So…. Bakugou?”

You can’t help but let out an exasperated laugh, swatting her arm away from your face. “I guess so”

Just the mention of his name makes you feel like barfing once again but you hold it in as you both walk out the bathroom.

Stupid shitty Bakugou.

Hot-headed, crude and blunt Bakugou.

Passionate, focused, goal driven Bakugou.

Taken, no longer single, has a girlfriend Bakugou.

You’re really hating the way that sounds.

Mina drops you off at your dorm with another hug and the soft promise of “I’m going to help you figure something out, I promise” and the door closes behind you with a soft click.

There’s no longer anything to distract you from your thoughts as you sluggishly change out your uniform and into your sweatpants. You catch a glimpse of your flower jar and your stomach lurches at the sight.

You feel all sorts of emotions at the sight of it- anger, resentment, hurt, sadness but your body can’t stand much more of being awake and the next thing you know, you’ve fallen asleep on top of your covers.

X.

You wake up in the middle of the night, head spinning in pain. The pads of your feet softly made their way to the common room as you walked away from your room, in need of a new environment. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the light when you open the door to the room. Who could be in here at this time?

“Kirishima?”

He turns his head slowly at the mention of his name, greeting you with a small smile. “What are you doing here?” He asks, patting the space next to him, gesturing for you to sit.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You say, flopping onto the space next to him. His arms immediately go to rest loosely on your chest while you adjusted your head on his lap. “It’s like 3am, can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, something like that” Kirishima smiled softly -he was not about to tell you he watched a horror movie in his room and got too scared to sleep- his hands moving to gently rub small circles into your temple. Your eyes closed in bliss as he did so. “What about you?”

“Can’t sleep” you mumbled, “Are your fingers like magic or something?” He laughs at this, body vibrating against your head.

“Why?” He teases, hands smoothing over your eyebrows, “Gonna fall asleep on me?”

You’re already half asleep in his lap, nodding slowly at his question. “You should sleep too” you tell him, words slurred in your sleepy state. Kirishima’s fingers trail down towards your throat cautiously, waiting for you to jerk awake and smack him away but you don’t. You let him trace each scratch your long nails had left in your wake, each welt and raw skin. His fingers feel surprisingly nice against them.

You’re not quite sure if you’re asleep or not but you do hear Kirishima’s soft voice somewhere in the murky gray of your head. “What happened to you?” he whispers, fingers finally stilling. You open your eyes slightly, pushing his arm with your shoulder so he would continue. “It’s nothing,” you tell him, “just a cough that never seems to go away”

“There was blood on the bathroom floor when I went in after you. Are you sick?”

You tense at his words, the movement not going unnoticed to him and he stops but you relax just as fast as you stiffen. “Something like that”

“Tell me what’s going on” Kirishima all but demands. When you ignore him, he pokes your forehead hard. “Ow! Kirishima, that hurts!”

“Tell me what’s going on or I'll poke your forehead again” He warns and your hands fly up to shield your face.

“Alright, alright!” You smack his arm in retaliation. “I’ll tell you!” He grins triumphantly at this and goes back to massaging your head. “I have the Hanahaki disease” you tell him, closing your eyes so you don’t have to look at his expression.

“It’s a disease where I throw up flowers as a result of unrequited love or some shit like that. The only way for it to go away is if the person likes me back or if I get some kind of surgery to get rid of the flowers but then I lose my ability to love. What a shitty way to go” You bitterly laugh.

“Oh and if I don’t make a choice soon, i’ll die” You add in nonchalantly

Kirishima digs his finger a little harder into your scalp at the casual mention of your impending death and you whimper. “Ow! Not so hard”

“Don’t talk about dying like that”

“Sorry” You whisper, hands reaching up to take his larger one into yours. His palm is rough with calluses, a sharp contrast to your soft ones but you pay no attention to it. “Mina knows too” You mention, “She walked in on me throwing up flowers”

“So, who do you like?” Kirishima asks.

“That’s all you’re going to ask me after I tell you I’m dying because I can cough up flowers?”  

“I think finding out who you like is a much more pressing matter”

“You’re impossible”

“And you’re avoiding the question”

You sigh in response, using his hand to cover your eyes. ‘Bakugou”

“You like mmmrgghh-” Kirishima’s sentence gets cut off when you reach up to cover his face.

“Shut up!” you hiss, getting up slightly to make sure nobody was walking in, “you’re too loud!”

His red eyes can only stare down at you in shock when you drop back down onto his lap, removing your hand on his mouth.

“Don’t ask me for any details, I don’t even know myself” you warn him, “I’ll shove my foot into your mouth if you say anything”

He laughs at your threat. “Okay, fine. Is there anything I can do?” His lighthearted tone drops to something more serious, concerned about your wellbeing but you can only shake your head. The sun is beginning to peek through the curtains and if you squint, you can see the electronic clock flash 5:24am.

“I just want to sleep” You whisper, eyelids drooping. You tug softly on his collar, shifting so he could lay with you on the couch. “Come lie down with me”

He does as you ask, his body is warm and keeps the cold away. He’s splayed out underneath you and it’s only when you throw something at the light switch and successfully turn it off does Kirishima realize just how tired he is.

“Good night Kiri” You mumble against him. The fingers that were clutching onto his shirt loosened as you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of your even breathing is the only sound left in the room. “Good night” He whispers into the still air, falling fast asleep soon after and that’s how Bakugou finds the two of you when he walks in a few hours later- fast asleep on the couch together.

[somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds]

So. *cracks knuckes* I hear you have an au idea for Gary Green. Could you maybe talk about it a bit more? *crosses fingers* (im terrible im sorry)

 *crackles knuckles* settle down around the fire, I’ll spin a half-formed tale that is slowly growing into a real fic. Inspiration comes from my lovely Discord server and @agentmarymargaretskitz who encourages all my cracky AUs.

So John, Ava, and Gary are out on a mission for the Legends. This is after the whole ‘good and evil’ talk (sidenote: forever bitter that that was not an ONSCREEN conversation but i digress) so the tension between the two is a real ‘will they/won’t they’ mixed with the sexual tension as always. Ava doesn’t want to be here, but somebody needs to be a responsible adult.

Eventually, after *insert bullshit magic yadadada* Gary turns a corner and BAM.

“Gary, what happened?” Ava yells after hearing him yelp.“I - think I ran into a wall,” Gary calls back, rubbing his forehead, touching over his temples because damn, that’s what the pain feels like but - there’s no wall. There’s nothing. It just feels like a migraine.

He goes home that night and the headache has spread to a neck and back ache, as well. Oh well, probably pulled a muscle, it’ll be fine.

For some reason, he eats five eggs (scrambled a little raw) for breakfast and the ache is dull, humming under his skin. His mouth actually waters as Mona passes by his work desk with food for the creatures, he’s - starving.

Nate doesn’t question his eating of an entire can of chicken liver pate, plain, at his desk.

The headache’s back, and it’s worse.

It’s soothed slightly by a rare steak he makes at home, but now it feels like he’s buzzing with energy as he lays drained on the couch.

“I - think I have an iron deficiency,” he murmurs to nobody, as per usual.

There’s a purr from the back of his brain: No.

It’s all he remembers before falling asleep.

For the next three days, he’s basically been eating nothing but protein yet he’s never felt more tired in his life. Nobody says a thing to him.“Sorry Green, got the last 8 O’Clock,” McNeil laughs at him, the treacherous Keriug already filling up his cup. Gary rolls his eyes, but he finds he can’t roll them back forward again as words escape his mouth“You touch my coffee again, I’ll rip your lungs out and feed them to you.”

His eyes suddenly roll forward again and he blinks a few times before giving a high, awkward laugh. at McNeil’s startled expression. 

“You - you know me, not the same without morning coffee!” He takes whatever’s in the communal pot and sits back down at his desk, shaking his head and blinking a few more times. He gets through until lunch until he - suddenly blacks out.

He wakes up again in the afternoon, in the empty bathroom on the -3rd floor that nobody ever uses, covered in blood. That’s enough to make him panic, never mind the three empty pint containers of blood, a fourth in his hand and all over his mouth.

He stumbles out of the stall and washes his face in the sink, and when he looks up his reflection is smirking with coal-black eyes. He rubs his eyes and turns away, that purring voice pressing behind his temple. 

Hello.

“Uh, hi. What - who are you?” he asks, because damn his ingrained politeness.A friend.“I - I don't believe that.”Gary. All I want to do is help you.“...could you - not, do that,” Gary muttered, cleaning the messy stall.It’s taken longer to gain any control over you than normal humans.“...sorry?”Pure souls are hard to break.“I’m - not - a virgin, if that’s what you mean.”Oh, I know. You think about it a lot.“Don’t - don’t read my thoughts!”Too late. You’re tired, let me - drive. Close your eyes, let me-“No! Shut up!” Gary says too loudly out loud as he walks into the break room. He grabs a danish and scurries back out of there to avoid confrontation.

And instead of that, he walks right into John Constantine, looking ruggedly handsome (like always dammit Gary shut up) while he’s got crumbs all over his lips and dark circles under his eyes.“Hey, Squire,” John smirks with a cigarette between his lips even if the building’s nonsmoking. Gary opens his mouth to respond back when that awful migraine, like claws sinking into his frontal lobe, returns and he winces.“Sorry, migraines,” he explains in a rush, heading back to his desk without another look his way.

It’s too much to deal with, he opens the door to Ava’s office, knowing he looks like a wreak and she’s - so annoyed to see him, it’s so obvious, and he tries to explain, Ava, Boss-Lady, I’m - I’m sick, I’m sick, something’s wrong - “something’s wr-”“Gary, just go home,” Ava says curtly, going back to her meeting with the Legends. He lets the door close and heads on the walk home alone, only his feet carry him somewhere else.

When he’s finally back in his apartment, eating through two packages of raw lamb, the voice comes back.They’re mean to you.“I - they’re my friends, I was - I was being annoying.”Friends shouldn’t do that.“You - what do you know about friends? Where - where are you from?”Hell.“Okay. Okay, that’s normal. Why - why are you inside of me? Oh, no, that came out wrong.”Reasons you can’t know, not yet.“...cool. Look - look, don’t bother possessing me. Look at me, I’m worthless. I trip over my own carpet four times a week sober.”I...can help.“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”People deserve it.“I don’t need to hurt them, though.”Humans are dumb, Gary. All of them. You, not so much.

It’s weird, to have this conversation with essentially your own brain as you speak out loud and then have words and voice that aren’t yours come out of your mouth.

Give me a chance to take control. I’ll give you what you want, then you can let me what what I want, the demon says. (Gary’s calling him Joe, because his vocal chords cannot replicate the name that swirled in his brain)

“...you get one day to convince me,” Gary states firmly, and no sooner do those words leave his lips then his vision goes black.

When he wakes up, it’s to everything he’s ever wanted in the world. The A/C’s never on the fritz, the neighbors are quiet, the shower always has hot water, the apartment’s bigger, and there’s - a blonde warlock in his bed that kisses him before Gary has to leave for work.

He has his OWN office at work, his own Keriug, he’s employee of the month and number one agent, all the bells and whistles and everyone is actually glad to see him and greet him, even Ava, even all the Legends. Everything is so goddamn perfect, especially a visit from said blonde warlock in the afternoon, in his lap in his own office, smiling that rare real smile.

And then John Constantine says to him, Gary Green: “I love you.”

Gary sits straight up from where’s he’s been out cold on his couch, gasping for air and he doesn’t know why, he just knows his heart is racing because - 

What’s wrong? It’s what you want.“It’s not,” Gary whispers, lying but not lying, picking up his phone. “I don’t want lies. I don’t want to be lied to.”

It’s 6 o’clock. He’s been MIA an entire day and a half. There’s a single message, from Ava, at two in the afternoon: Gary, why aren’t you at work? You need to call if you can’t come in, remember.

That’s it. Nothing about his well-being, his whereabouts, about him.

Gary throws his phone into the opposite armchair and cries into a stupid throw pillow he got as a stupid giveaway at an office supply store. Not even a housewarming pillow.

There’s a hesitant warmth, just under the degree of burning, under the skin of his aching shoulder, spreading down his back.I want to help.

“How?”Whatever you need.

The knock at the door and the British accented “Gary, love, you awake?” sends Gary scrambling to shove bloody wrappers under the couch, quickly rinsing his face off before answering the door even as the voice hisses Noooot Constantine. “Hush,” Gary whispers harshly before throwing the door open.

John takes in Gary’s red-tinged eyes, dark circles beneath those, the general paleness and exhaustion. “Weren’t around today.”

“Sick,” Gary offers quickly. “Think - I have a bug. I’m fine, don’t - your’e not worried, duh, just - thanks, thank you for - checking in.”

There’s something - wrong, John can’t put a finger on it, but just nods in agreement. There’s too long a pause before the goodbyes, enough time for an embrace or a kiss, but neither offers either option. The door just closes between them afterwards.

I said humans were dumb, Gary.“Not - not all humans.”You aren’t. John Constantine, of all the humans, is the dumbest.“Hey, no, don’t say that stuff.”Yes, because you want to fuck-“Do - NO, that’s not why-”I can read your thoughts. Humans usually don’t break out of those fantasies like what I put you in. Why did you?“...it’s not real.”The warmth wraps around his arm, if that were possible. This is.Gary actually smiled. “...yeah, it is.”

Apparently, it’s easy to get used to possession, so long as your demon stays well-fed. Bloodlust can be avoided as long as there is actual blood to consume. Gary knows this butchery too well by the end of the first two weeks.

We should kill him, the demon tells Gary when McNeil steals the last K-cup again.“No, I said we wouldn’t do that....unless we had a reason.” Truth be told, he’s probably on borrowed time before he finally kills, he knows that. So far, the blood’s working to keep him satisfied.You hate him. That’s a reason. Or the man downstairs for being loud. We can rip his lungs out.“Not gonna happen.”

Ava’s in a very important business meeting with Mr. Heywood, and Gary’s leading the Legends to the waiting room outside her office to wait it out.

“So what’s this about?” Sara asks him.“Boss lady won’t let me say, you know that.”“Mick.”Oh god, Gary thinks before his vision tints into black tones.Before Mick can grab Gary, all he sees are Gary’s eyes visibly turning solid black for a brief moment before he has one hand in Mick’s collar and holding him up against the wall and snarling, “I said to WAIT.”

Then he shifts back and looks terrified for a second, dropping Mick down and offering sheepishly with a laugh, “I - sorry, no coffee. Did I mention I’ve been working out? Gotta run!”

He’s out of there, “What was that?”He was bothering you.“How did I do that?”I did it.

Then Gary’s flicking his hand to the right and McNeil’s chair spins out of control and he falls out of it onto the linoleum, precious coffee spilling everywhere.

Gary smiles despite himself. “We can’t do this a lot.”But we can do it?“...we can do it sometimes.”

For more, stay tuned for the upcoming fic!!!! Whew, I hope you like this NOVELLA that I answered you with!