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A mandalorian thoughtâŠ
No matter how hard he tried, the black metal, the cold material of his most bitter memories paralyzed him, memories of yesteryear and screams wrapped in crimson cloths ran through his being, and made him feel like a small child in Aq Ventina for only an instant.
An instant, a blink, a heartbeat. A second that changes everything.
The despair of finding himself with no way out and the painful tension in his neck did not let him think or turn around for a moment. He couldn't see the worried and scared face of his little foundling.
He couldn't leave like that, without turning around, without speaking, without daring to look into the autumn eyes of his foundling and call him âmy sonâ with his own voice...
âTake him to the debriefing room.
He couldn't leave like that, not in the face of a trap, a damn trap. Moff Gideon was once again behind the orchestra, leading the tune to his dark interests, but not this time.
Din Djarin understood, he couldn't give up now.
There was so much to tell. Din Djarin was no longer a soloist, for the first time he had a duet melody, a father and son melody that danced to the rhythm of frogs, big ears and brown eyes. Some broken and lonely musical notes to remember, but also bright songs of honor, memories and hope. He didn't want to lose that.
He couldn't leave like this.
His song had not yet been written.
#I guess I came up with this at the last minute đ
#I hope you enjoy :)#the mandalorian#din djarin#grogu#my fic#clan of two#the mandalorian season 3
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hii could i request a quiet arsenal reader x katie mccabe? the team know katie has a gf but donât know who and tease her/ try to convince her to spill in the changing room not knowing r is her. they finally find out when r (usually v calm) gets angry after being targeted in a match and katie runs over and calls her a pet name while calming her down bc no one else could. everyone is shocked but happy. sorry itâs long đ
Not so secret đ€«
Katie Mccabe Ă reader
warning : fluffy đđ
The Arsenal locker room was buzzing with post-training energy. Conversations flowed easily, laughter bounced off the walls, and the sound of boots being tossed into lockers filled the air. Katie sat in her usual spot, tugging off her socks, a smirk playing on her lips as she listened to her teammatesâ banter.
Leah, ever the instigator, glanced at Katie with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Alright, McCabe, youâve been dodging the question all week. When are you finally going to tell us who your mystery girlfriend is?"
Katie raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Dunno what youâre talking about, Williamson," she said, though her grin betrayed her.
âOh, come on, Katie! We know youâve got a girlfriend,â Beth Mead chimed in. âWeâve seen you texting someone all the time with that ridiculous smile on your face. Just tell us who she is already!â
Katie rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. âYou lot are like a pack of nosy hens. Maybe I just like keeping you guessing.â
The rest of the team erupted in mock groans, though it was clear they were enjoying the challenge. They had been trying to get Katie to spill the details for weeks now, and it was only making them more curious that she hadnât cracked yet.
Vivianne leaned back against her locker, eyes narrowed in thought. âIâm just saying, whoever she is, she must be a saint to put up with you,â she joked, earning a laugh from everyone.
Meanwhile, across the room, you were quietly slipping out of your training gear, listening to the conversation with a faint smile on your lips. You were always one of the quieter members of the team, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. But you couldnât help but enjoy watching Katie squirm as the team tried to guess who her girlfriend was.
Katie glanced over at you briefly, her eyes softening for just a second before she turned back to the group. âYou lot wouldnât last five minutes trying to figure it out,â she said confidently. âAnd thatâs all youâre getting from me.â
The rest of the week continued much the same. The team tried every tactic they could think of to get Katie to reveal her girlfriendâs identity, but she stayed tight-lipped, playing it off with humor and deflection.
Match day came, and Arsenal was playing against a particularly aggressive team. The game was rough, with the opponents not shying away from harsh tackles. Katie was, as always, in the thick of it, but so were you. You were usually calm and composed, keeping your head down and focusing on the game. You didnât get riled up easily, no matter how physical things got on the pitch.
But then, midway through the second half, it happened. An opponent delivered a harsh, deliberate shove that sent you sprawling to the ground. It was clearly targeted, meant to rile you up, and for the first time, it worked. You got to your feet, eyes blazing, and stepped up to the player, your calm facade cracking as you exchanged heated words.
The referee blew the whistle, stepping in to diffuse the situation, but it wasnât until Katie came sprinting over that you backed off.
Katieâs expression was a mix of concern and irritation as she reached you, gently placing her hands on your shoulders. âHey, hey, hey, babe, breathe. Look at me,â she said softly, her Irish accent thickening as she spoke. âCalm down, yeah? Sheâs not worth it.â
The change in you was immediate. You took a deep breath, your shoulders relaxing under Katieâs touch as you met her eyes. âIâm fine,â you mumbled, though you didnât look away. Katie gave you a reassuring smile, her hands lingering for a moment before she stepped back.
The rest of the team had been watching the scene unfold, and now they were staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Leahâs mouth was practically hanging open. âWait a minute... did you just call her âbabeâ?â
Beth was the first to recover, a grin spreading across her face. âNo way,â she said, laughing. âShe is your girlfriend?!â
Katie looked over her shoulder at her teammates, her cheeks flushing slightly but her expression defiant. âYeah, she is. Problem?â she said, though the playful challenge in her voice made it clear she wasnât actually worried.
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the rest of the team burst into cheers and whoops, with a few mock wolf whistles thrown in for good measure.
âOh my God, this is the best plot twist ever!â Beth exclaimed, still laughing. âAnd you kept this from us for how long?â
You couldnât help but blush at all the attention, but you were smiling too, your earlier anger completely forgotten. âWe werenât exactly trying to keep it a secret,â you said softly, glancing at Katie. âJust... didnât make a big deal out of it.â
âWell, itâs a big deal now!â Leah declared, coming over to give Katie a friendly shove. âCanât believe you didnât tell us, McCabe. But I guess we shouldâve known. Only you could get (Y/N) to chill out like that.â
Katie just laughed, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. âGuess itâs out in the open now,â she said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. âHope youâre all happy.â
âOh, weâre more than happy,â Vivianne said, shaking her head with a grin. âJust donât expect us to stop teasing you about it.â
Katie rolled her eyes but couldnât hide her smile. âWouldnât dream of it.â
As the team gathered around to offer their congratulations, you couldnât help but feel a warmth in your chest, grateful that the secret was outâand even more grateful that you didnât have to hide your happiness anymore. Katieâs hand in yours was all the reassurance you needed, a silent promise that you would face whatever came next together.
I hope you like it đ
#woso x reader#arsenal x reader#arsenal women#arsenal wfc#arsenal#katie mccabe#katie mccabe x reader
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What It Cost
****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOUâRE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***
Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.
Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now heâs back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?
CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). All smutty warnings happen later on, so Iâll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!
A/N: Currently unedited. Sorry. đŹ Read at your own risk, I guess. đ
Also no word count because Iâm lame.
Part 1 - Lilith
Lilith sighed, closing out of TikTok. Every other video was some video about him. Concert footage, old stream footage from five years ago. His music. She couldn't escape him, no matter how hard she tried. Though it stung, she couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of him. Years of constant work had paid off. Noah had made it. The band had made it and was now one of, if not the, biggest band in the scene right now.
But, God, it still hurt. For four years it had been him and her against the world. Her sitting there night after night, day after day, encouraging him and supporting him. Pushing him to keep going when he just wanted to give up. The first three years had been hard, and sure they'd argued, but it had been good. Great, even. It wasn't until their second album came out that everything started to fall apart.
Suddenly it was like he was finding reasons to fight with her. He would stay out later and later. Drank more and more. And no matter what she did, it just seemed to push him further and further away. That last year had been a nightmare. All culminating in the night that he didn't come home until 6am.
The night that when he finally came home, he couldn't look at her. God, she could still smell the perfume that clung to him as he pushed past her, headed upstairs for the shower. Sure, she could have followed him and confronted him, but what good would that have done? They'd have just fought some more and she was so tired of fighting. Instead she'd packed her things and left while he washed off the smell of another woman. Like a coward.
Part of her hated herself for leaving quietly like that. But she just didn't have it in her anymore. One call to Jolly on her way to her best friends had confirmed her suspicions, anyway. Jolly, though reluctant, had confirmed he'd left with another woman that night. In spite of everyone trying to stop him. Noah hadn't cared.
"Earth to Lilly!" Sadie shouted, snapping her fingers in front of her face.
"Hmm?"
"You good? You've been zoned out for like 10 minutes."
Lilly sighed. Was she good? Yes, but no. Having him plastered everywhere was wreaking havoc on all the healing she'd thought she had done.
"Yeah. Just can't escape his fucking face anywhere these days."
"Ew. He doesn't deserve this success. Not after what he did."
"Sadie," she groaned. "You were like siblings at one point. You know how hard he worked for this. Don't be like that."
"Bitch, you should be more like that. After what he did? Moving you out here with him? Just to cheat like the gutless bitch he is?" Sadie huffed, leaning back in her seat. "You haven't even been able to go on a successful date in five years!"
Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples. Sure, Sadie was right. And she should probably work through why that was, but that was too daunting of a task. She already knew it was because she was constantly afraid she wasn't enough. That there was something just fundamentally wrong with her. Logically she knew that wasn't the case. That it was him and only him that made him do that. But God, it still sucked thinking about it.
"Sadie..."
"I'll stop. I'm sorry. It just pisses me off. Jolly's still mad at him, you know."
"I know." She chuckled. "He reminds me every time he's here. And Matt. And Nicholas."
Her and Noah may have broken up, but the boys had never stopped treating her like she was family. They still came over regularly. Still had family dinners. It was because of that Jolly and Sadie finally got together. Part of her wondered if Noah knew all of this. An even bigger part of her hoped he didn't. Not out of anger or spite. For her own sanity. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed him. Far more than she should. And knowing that if he knew they all still spent time with her and he didn't once in five years try to reach out and at least apologize? That could very well break her.
Her phone pinged, alerting her to a text. And so life went on. Lilith checked the notification, smiling at Jolly's name appearing. Her smile quickly fell, however, when she read the message.
"Anniversary dinner in Danny's honor coming up on the 26th. Mason really wants you there. We all want you there. You loved him, too."
Fuck. She'd missed last year's. Made some excuse so she didn't have to see Noah. Him and Danny had been close. Of course he would be there. Fuck.
"I've been requested at an anniversary dinner for Danny."
"Noah will be there."
"I know." Lilith groaned. "I can't keep avoiding him forever."
"Good chance for him to grow a pair and apologize."
Lilith laughed, though it was hollow. Noah admit to mistakes he made? Fat chance in hell. He was more likely to spend the evening avoiding her just as much as she would avoid him.
"There's about as much of a chance of that happening as there is of me going without my morning chai." Her phone pinged again.
"Yes, Noah will be there. No, you don't have to talk to him."
It was like Jolly had read her mind. A genuine laugh escaped her, her chest feeling light again. Jolly knew her a little too well sometimes. With a grin she responded, pushing the thought of being around Noah out of her mind.
"See you there."
She could do this. She could be around Noah. It wouldn't be that big of a deal. After all, they ran in the same circles. It was a miracle she'd even avoided him for this long. Everything would go smoothly and be totally fine. It was just a dinner. What's the worst that could happen?
Tags: @fadingintothegrey
#bad omens fanfiction#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian smut#angst#noah sebastian angst#bad omens angst#sorry lol#no iâm not
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Hangry
Word count:Â ~2,000
Pairing:Â Steve x reader and Bucky (platonic), no pronouns used
Warnings:Â Just a lot of fluff. Mild cursing.
It's been a year and a half since my last posted works! I'm VERY out of practice đ
I'm trying to work on some smaller prompts on my list while I get myself back into writing and continue working on the Loki blip in the universe prompt. It's not my best, but I hope you enjoy in any case!
This was based on a Prompt for Steve x reader as well as a prompt where reader and Bucky bug Steve while he's making a public appearance.
âTell us, Captain, sir - how did the Avengers manage to track down the villainâs hideout this time?â
âWell, good sir - we have state-of-the-art technology that allows us to track electronic signals from thousands of miles awayâŠâ
âUgh, he is such a ham!â you muttered to Bucky under your breath as you observed Steve from a distance. âWeâre never going to make it to the store if he keeps stopping every time a reporter tries to chat him up!â
âSteve canât resist bragging about us,â Bucky chided, nudging you with his elbow.
âYeah, well⊠some of us are hungry!â
You huffed and folded your arms across your chest in annoyance, trying to catch the reporterâs eye with your scowling face, but she was far too enamored by the star-spangled captain to pay you any mind. How had a simple grocery run for ice cream turned into a twenty-minute interview with the press??
âI swear, Iâm gonna go drag him away from that reporter by the ear if he doesnât stop talking in the next 60 seconds,â you grumbled.
âWhy do that when we can mess with him instead?â
You turned to look at Bucky, who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
âGo onâŠâ
He smirked, shooting you a wink. âWatch and learn.â
You watched silently as Bucky meandered casually toward where Steve stood speaking with the reporter and her photographer. Steve was none the wiser to his friend approaching from behind.
â⊠but the serum isnât the only thing that makes us heroes. It takes a whole load of grit and determina-HAY-tion-!â
Steve flinched as his best friend subtly reached up and pinched his side mid-sentence, effectively silencing him. The captain recovered quickly, though, chuckling nonchalantly as he flashed Bucky a look. He continued on with his sentence after that, refusing to acknowledge what just happened.
âWait - Steve is ticklish??â you whispered incredulously as Bucky returned to your side.
âVery. Why does that surprise you?â
âI donât know, I guess I just assumed the serum eliminated weaknesses like that.â
Bucky chuckled. âNah - if anything it made it worse.â
âOh-ho, Iâve got to try this for myself!â
You quietly paced up behind the blabbing soldier, pretending you were casually walking past to avoid drawing attention from passerby. As you stepped by him, you reached out and swiftly dug your fingertips into his ribs for less than a second. Steve choked on his words and whipped his head around instinctively. You ducked out of his field of vision and prodded his other side.
âExcuse me,â Steve requested politely, turning around as nonchalantly as possible to find you standing behind him with a guilty grin on your face. âCan I help you?â
âI just came to remind you that we have somewhere we have to be,â you stated sweetly.
âYes, but it isnât urgent,â he muttered.
âOh, I think youâll find it to be very urgent, actually,â you whispered, shooting him a cheeky wink. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Steve turned to the reporter.
âMy apologies, maâam. Duty calls.â
You saw Bucky clap a hand over his mouth and nose to cover the snort that burst from his nares. Trying hard not to openly roll your eyes in front of the reporter, you nodded in the direction of the grocery store and began marching purposefully toward your destination, with Steve following in your wake.
âYou two are infuriating,â Steve grumbled once you were out of earshot from the reporter.
âExcuse me - I just want to go get my ice cream and head back home to eat it,â you countered. âYouâre the one who decided to schmooze with the first person who asked you about your superpowers.â
âIâm just trying to maintain good public relations. Maybe you should try it sometime.â
âUgh, no. I hate talking about myself.â
The three of you bickered amicably the entire way to the store. It hadnât ended by the time youâd made it back to the tower kitchen and dropped your grocery bags on the counter.
âIâm just saying - it wouldnât kill you to wear a hat or something to hide your face from reporters when weâre just trying to go to the store,â you griped, shrugging your sweatshirt off your shoulders and hanging it on the back of one of the kitchen stools.
âIt wouldnât kill you to try to be friendly to strangers every once in a while,â Steve retorted.
âExcuse me - I am a very friendly person! Iâm just selective about it.â
âFriendly as an angry porcupine, sure.â
You gasped indignantly. âAre you saying Iâm sharp with people??â
âYouâre just a little⊠prickly.â
âOoh, now thatâs an insult,â Bucky hummed sarcastically.
âYouâre just as bad, you know. Forget porcupines - youâre like a venomous sea urchin or something,â Steve shot back at his friend. You snorted.
âSteve⊠youâve really got to work on your teasing skills,â you chuckled. âA âsea urchin?â Really?â
âI could just take your ice creamâ
You narrowed your eyes. âDonât you dare.â
Steve held your gaze for a moment, eyes darting briefly to the bag on the counter between you with the ice cream inside. You lunged for the bag handle, but Steve predicted your move, snatching it out of your reach before you could get a hand on it.
âDamnit, Steve!! Give it back!â you whined, rounding the counter to swipe for the grocery bag. He turned his back to you, maintaining a barrier between you and the prize. âBucky! Help me out here!â
âNah, this is pretty funny to watch,â Bucky chuckled, snickering as you swatted at Steveâs arm.
âYeah but your ice cream is in there too!â
Bucky sighed. âYou make a fair point. Steve, buddy, give it back.â
Steve snorted. âYouâve been just as much a pain in my rear today! Why would I give it back to you either?â
You gasped dramatically, catching Buckyâs eye. âAre you gonna let him talk to you like that?â
ââCourse not!â
Without warning, Bucky lunged at his super soldier friend, tackling him to the floor. The bag of ice cream slipped from Steveâs grasp in his surprise, which you quickly snatched up before he could regain the wherewithal to take it back. With a triumphant shout, you tore the cover off your pint of ice cream and dug a spoon out of the drawer, swiping a scoop off the top layer and shoving it in your mouth with a contented sigh.
âMm⊠finawwy,â you mumbled with your mouth full. Swallowing, you pointed your spoon accusatorially at Steve where he was currently trying to shove Bucky off himself. âYou know, youâve been a pain in my rear all day. You deserved this - itâs nice to see someone teaching you a lesson.â
âYou two are pains in my rear every day!â Steve huffed as he grasped at Buckyâs shoulders and pushed.
âYou did not just say that!â you gasped dramatically.
âYeah, how dare you!â Bucky added, pinching at Steveâs side for emphasis.
âBahah- Bucky, donât start this,â Steve warned as he grasped his friendâs wrists to still his hands.
âOoh! Wait!â You set your ice cream and spoon down on the counter beside you. âI want a go! Bucky, hold him there for a minute.â
âWhahat??â Steve laughed in surprise, a nervous edge to his voice.
âSure!â Bucky offered, ignoring his friendâs protests as he maneuvered his wrists from Steveâs grasp and swiftly pinned his arms to the floor a few inches from his sides. âQuick, before he gets free!â
"On it!" You crouched down beside the super soldiers as Steve tugged against Bucky's grip. Without waiting to listen to Steve's protests any further, you began to scribble your fingertips into his exposed sides and ribs rapidly. You heard a thump behind you as Steve kicked his heel against the floor in protest, now pulling more frantically to escape his best friend's hold.
"HA-HEHEY! Cut it ohout!!"
"Nah. I deserve a little reward for tolerating you all day," you snickered, prodding at his belly. "Hey, Buck - where should I get him next?"
"Ohh, definitely under his arms," he suggested with a smirk. You pinched your way up his ribcage before slotting your hands into the narrow space between his biceps and his upper ribs. Bucky adjusted his grip to pry his friend's arms away from his sides as he attempted to clamp them down to limit the space under his arms.
"BUCKY!! Let me go-HO-HO this I-HI-INSTANT!" Steve demanded.
"No can do, buddy. I'm enjoying watching you get taken down a peg."
"DAHAMNIT BAHARNES!!"
"Oof, language Steve!" you teased, digging your fingers into the soft spot under his arms. "Where else is he ticklish?"
"The spot on his stomach right under his ribs - that'll really get him good." Steve nearly managed to slip his wrist from Bucky's grasp, but he quickly shifted his grip once again. "Better do it quick - I can't hold him much longer."
"Say no more." You pulled your hands free from under Steve's arms and danced your fingertips across the muscle-clad skin of his abdomen just under his ribcage as Bucky suggested. He threw his head back with a heavy stream of laughter at your touch, arching his back against the floor in desperation. It was only another moment before he finally succeeded in escaping Bucky's grasp.
Steve sat up swiftly, a playful but menacing gleam in his eye as his gaze immediately landed on you.
"Oh-ho, shit!" You scrambled to get to your feet to make your escape, groaning defeatedly when you felt a strong set of arms wrap around your waist and yank you backward.
âYou really think Iâd let you get away with that?â Steve asked rhetorically as he tightened his arms around your midsection to hold you in place.
âW-wait, Steve, we can- ahaha nohoho!â Your protests were cut short as Steveâs fingers kneaded into your sides. âBucky! Hehehelp!!â
âNuh-uh. Youâre on your own, my friend.â The infuriatingly unhelpful super soldier waltzed over to the counter to retrieve his ice cream, planting himself atop the countertop and digging in while observing the two of you wrestling on the floor below.
âUSELEHESS!!â you cried, attempting futilely to pry Steveâs hands off your sides.
âNice try. You should know better than to mess with me by now,â Steve teased. He loosened his grip slightly to scratch at your belly. A rumbling laugh erupted in his chest when you screeched in protest and doubled over, suddenly much more frantic. âOh, whatâs this?â
âDAHAMNIT STE-HEE-HEVE!â Your grip on his hands was far too weak to even budge them now - not that youâd had any hope of succeeding before your muscles had weakened from his tickling. You leaned more heavily into him as you succumbed to laughter. He responded by lowering you down to lay on the floor beside him, freeing both hands to dart randomly around your sides and stomach. Weakly, you tapped your palm on the floor beside you in surrender. Steve threw in a few more exceedingly ticklish light scratches along your belly before relenting in his revenge.
âThatâll teach you,â he teased with a grin, offering you a hand to help you off the ground. You grasped your abdominal muscles that were now aching from laughter.
âI-hi⊠Iâll probably still mess with you,â you admitted breathlessly. Steve made a noise of protest in his throat and reached over to pinch your side, but you swatted his hand away. âNoho more! Youâll kill me!â
âSo dramatic.â He rolled his eyes. âHere - hereâs your ice cream. Hope it melted while you were tormenting me.â
âHarsh!â You snatched it from his hand and stuck out your tongue, then turned to look at Bucky. "And you - you were zero help, thank you."
"Hey! I held him down for you! I was very helpful, in my personal opinion."
The three of you went right back to your friendly bickering session, as though nothing had happened. Any outside might wonder how you could all be friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Babes, Okay, Cheat fic idea and guess what....I use my ex's actual name cause he was honestly a jerk on the brink of being a dick.
The plot twist is that this cheat fic is more like a revenge fic in a way cause- Well, just read it, it's better than explaining it đ
the member I used is also a mystery and I gave Mn arm tats cause it's a weakness of mine.
Specifically for @succubus-hansol because filth. This smut is filthy and messy.
Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist (Imk if I forgot you or you want to be added.
You were none the wiser about what your boyfriend was doing. You loved Shawn and he loved you, you trusted him and never saw him badly, he was the sweetest.
You didn't suspect the new cologne on him, the new hoodie, bruises, new necklaces, hiding his phone, elated attitude when he visited you, giving you vague answers when you ask where he's going....
Wait...
You didn't give him those things and his recent hiding from you is suspicious. How have you not looked into it sooner? Especially when he use to shrug when you took his phone, now he makes up excuses as to getting it out of your hand.
"Hey, where you going?" "Um...my mom needs my to help in her garden. I'll be back later." Okay, that's suspicious. "Isn't your car with your brother?" "Oh, I'm taking an uber." "Oh, okay. Love you!" You yell but he's already out the door. That's what tipped you off, first he was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and loose fitting slacks and boots. Second, he hates getting dirty, he doesn't do anything that gets him or his hands dirty.
When he came home hours later, he was tipsy, swaying everywhere and tripping over his feet before collapsing onto the couch and you watched from the dining table.
His phone ends up on the floor and you take the chance to check it. You two shouldn't hide things from each other but he does and you can't help but to listen to the devil on your shoulder, while your angel is trying to get you to trust Shawn but all you do is block it out.
You pick up his phone and unlock it, surprisingly it's the same passcode as always and yet he keeps it from you. Opening his app history, you see his messages and see that he's texting someone with the cliche contact name of "Doordash". Did he really think that you'd think the app itself was texting him?
Doordash: You just left and I already miss you đ„ș
Doordash: When can we meet up again?
Doordash: I'm free tomorrow, wanna meet up at the convenience store next to my place?
Is he...seeing someone behind your back? Clearly this person doesn't know about you like you didn't know about him.
Scrolling through other messages, your chest tightens when you check a chat and realize that's it's yours and he fucking named you "Grubhub".
There's other contacts and fake names that haven't had any interactions in years, you and "Doordash" are the only ones minus his family members.
You pull out your phone and open your uber that you shared with him. Last ride on your account was surprisingly thirty minutes away. Closing out of the app and opening your contacts, you make a new one and save the "Doordash" number before going back to the other persons number.
After forever of texting Shawn, you know how to play the part.
You: Of course â€ïž I'm free as well, what time?
Doordash: Five okay with you? Wanna take you out before taking you to my bed. đ
Damn, whoever this was is one smooth motherfucker.
You: Oh I can't wait đ© See you then đ
You delete the messages on your end then put the phone back with Shawn and leave yourself a reminder of what you just committed to.
What's shocking is you don't really feel hurt that he's been lying to you. Maybe a little but honestly you think you'll survive without Shawn.
When your reminder went off, Shawn was passed out in bed still. He woke up on the couch, hungover and in pain, so he was sleeping the previous night off.
"Mn, where you going?" He mumbled when he heard you digging through your closet. "Boss called me in for a little bit for a staff meeting and I need to pick up my paycheck. Won't be gone long." "Mmm okay." He hums as he stretches before settling and promptly passing out.
Leaving the bedroom with jeans and a grey t-shirt hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, showing the black ink chinese dragon wrapped around your right forearm and ivy vines wrapped around your left.
You grab a white cap and your keys, slipping on your shoes then heading out the door. The drive is short and you have to park across the street but looking around, you don't see anyone possibly looking for someone else until ten minutes after the set time.
A guy wearing all black walked to the door of the convenience store and leaned against the wall next to it, checking his phone and then turning his head back and forth, this has to be him.
Turning off your car, you get out quickly then cross the street, leaning on the other side of the door. You wait a couple minutes, glancing at him a couple times before the bell of the store rings. "Excuse me, you both are loitering. Either come in and get something or leave." The store owner scolds and you went to speak but the other spoke first. "Sorry, Ma'am, I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-" You quickly jump in, knowing she won't take that as an excuse. "No problem, Ma'am, we'll get out of your hair."
You give the other a tight lipped smile and walk over to him. "Sorry, come on." He surprisingly follows you to the side of the shop and you both find a bench. "Um, so why'd you do that? I was actually waiting for someone." "Sorry, again. Who were you waiting for?" "My boyfriend. His name is Shawn. I really should at least go back, at least nearby so he can find me."
He goes to stand but you stop him. "So you're Doordash?" "I- Excuse me?" Sighing, you rub your eyes and lean back. "Uh, okay...Shawn wasn't the one that messaged you to meet him here. It was me. He's also my boyfriend..." "What? No, Shawn wouldn't do that to me." "I thought the same thing. He told me last night he was going to help his mom in the garden." He sat up and looked at you almost in realization. "When he left my place he said he needed to get home to take care of his mom cause she was sick." "He came home tipsy last night." "We...We drank last night, how the fuck didn't I make that connection?" He berates himself and slouches back against the bench.
You both stare at the road ahead of you before you speak up. "Well...I'm Mn. What's your actually name Mister Doordash?" "Doordash?" You snicker at his confused face, thinking about it he is really cute. "Shawn named you Doordash in his phone. I was Grubhub." "That's so dumb." "That's what I said!" You laughed and a small smile graces his face. "I'm Chris or Chan. Guess it's...nice to meet you? I don't know." "I don't know either."
You both stare at the road again but you turn to look at Chan. He really did look cute, you guess Shawn can choose good men. He has a good looking face, fluffy hair peaking out of the beanie he wore, and you couldn't help but take in every detail, including how soft his lips looked, then you realized they were moving.
"Your ink looks cool." "Huh?" You blink, spaced out for a moment. "Your tats, they look really cool." "Oh, thanks." "So...Since we're both currently ghosting Shawn, wanna go get something to eat? It's better than sitting here and honestly I don't want to go home yet." You notice he's looking down at his fidgeting hands and glancing at your arms.
"Yeah, beats failing to try and get back at him and not coming up with anything." Honestly, since looking through his phone, the devil on your shoulder has taken the reins and you honestly wouldn't mind getting back at Shawn by using Chan.
"Can I be straight with you?" "Um, I think that'd still make you gay." You shake your head with a smirk as you laugh, throwing your head back. "Oh, you got jokes, huh?" He lets out a laugh and it's clear that the awkwardness is gone.
"I meant, smartass, can I be honest with you?" He giggles and nods. "Yeah." "We go get food, I pay, and then we get back at Shawn." "We?" You hum and stand up. "Food first, honestly I'm really hungry. I'll tell you then, yeah?" He sits up, looking up at you and then sighing and standing. "Yeah, okay. You will pay, right? Shawn makes me pay." "I always pay." "Okay then."
He actually takes you to Changbin's restaurant, his best friend. A homey bistro Chan helped him make a reality. "Who's this?" Changbin asked when Chan brought you to the bar in front of the open kitchen. "Funny story, actually. Mn, this is Changbin. Changbin, this is Mn, Shawn's boyfriend." Changbin choked on the water he was sipping and almost dropped his cup.
"You're joking." Chan sighs and sits down, you sitting next to him. "Nope. Apparently we were secrets, even in his phone." "Ooh, what were your names?" Changbin has heard of fast food contact names but has never heard it in person so he was eager to hear as he leaned on the bar in front of him. "Doordash." Chan answered and you followed with, "Grubhub."
Changbin grimaces and whistles lowly. "That's sucks. Anyways, whatcha want to eat?" Chan orders his and you get the same thing, not really sure what to get since his friend's menu looked really good.
When he delivered your food, Chan immediately started eating but you messed with your fries. "Hey, daydreamer, you okay?" Changbin teases when he returned from another customer. "Oh, yeah." "Thought you were super stunned by your food but you haven't even eaten anything." "Sorry, just never been cheated on and I feel like I should be upset. I mean I am but I also don't care." "People react differently. Honestly, if I was you I'd get revenge sex." Chan choked on his soda, couching and gasping and you reach over and pat his back.
"Ch-Changbin!" "What? That's just me." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I like you...funnily enough, I've actually been thinking the same thing." "Seriously?" Chan cleans up the soda he spilled and Changbin lowers his hands. "Yeah."
Chan didn't know how to answer, he just looked away and this time it was him staring at his fries. "Well, sleeping with other people wouldn't really be revenge but I guess-" "Dude, of course it's not revenge. I meant you and Mn. I-I mean if you want, y'know." Then he glances at you. "He's not bad looking, if you don't take him I will." You chuckle shyly while finally eating your fries. "Plus, you do have a thing for tat-" "Changbin! Please...I love you, mate, but shut up." "Dude, don't yell at me, you literally look like you brought him on a date."
He suddenly looks around, an older couple in a booth, a younger couple a couple seats down from you at the bar, and a teen on a laptop with headphones on at a table near the window. Looking at you, he smiles sheepishly. "Sorry." "It's okay. Also wouldn't mind getting revenge with you." "Really?" "Yeah." You smile, looking down at the counter, glancing at Chan's friend then back to Chan. "Shawn is good a picking the cute ones."
He sighs, a shy grin on his face as he rests his elbows on the counter and covers his face. "He flusters easily, doesn't he?" "He's usually confident and flirty, this is a first." "Oh really?" Changbin snickers when you lean over to Chan and he doesn't notice. "Chan?" He uncovers his face to look at Changbin but jumps when he sees your smirking face, dropping his hands onto the counter with a small slap as he leans away, hiding his smile in his shoulder as he completely blocks the two of you out.
"You both are jerks." You lean back to your seat with a soft chuckle and watch Chan straighten back up. "Are you serious though?" "I'm not usually one to sleep with people I just met but yeah, I am." Suddenly Changbin is harshly setting down his towel on the counter and leaving from behind the bar and coming over to Chan, pushing him out of his chair then pushing you out of yours.
"For two people who just met, there's a lot of tension so go take care of it, lunch is on me, go, go, go." "Wait, I said I'd pay though." "Don't fight with Changbin, if he says it's on him, it's on him, I've tried." Chan answers you as his friend shoves you out.
"Go, forget Shawn, have fun, I don't know." He pushes you out the door and then shrugs at the end of his sentence. "I swear, why am I friends with him?" "I heard that!" He yelled from the other side of the door.
Standing there awkwardly, you put your hands in your pockets and look down at the sidewalk. "Um, we don't have to at this moment...we could just watch a movie if that's okay." Maybe a movie could relax your nerves a little. "Yeah, that's okay." He smiles and steps away with you following, taking you to his place which is surprisingly a block away.
His apartment was cozy, not too many decorations but enough to show his personality and what he likes. "It not much but it's mine." is what he said when the both of you entered. "It's nice." You replied.
Now you sat on his couch, he sat cross legged on one side and you were stretched out on the other, arms crossed lazily on your stomach. It was a bit awkward, just sitting there in silence but it was okay.
Chan suddenly moved to sit closer to you and you glance at him from your peripheral. "How long had you been with Shawn?" "Mmm a year?" "Damn..." "What?" "He was with you before me. Six months." You shake your head, honestly astonished with this information.
Bringing up his knees, you saw his hand reach out to your leg before it stopped and his arm wrapped around his legs. Bringing a knee up, your thigh moved closer to him and you readjust, an arm going over the back of the couch, and he moved slowly to mess with the threads of your ripped jeans, turning his head only slightly but mostly hiding his face in his knees.
He slowly moves from the threads to the edge of the rip and then his fingers slip into the rips, fingers soft on the small exposure of your thigh.
Hesitantly, you take his hand into yours, just holding it but he tightens the hold slightly and pulls it towards him while crossing his legs and holding it in his lap, not even realizing he's practically encased himself with your arms in front of him and behind him.
His fingers are light while tracing over the head of your tattooed dragon, tracing its body and turning your arm to trace the lightning around its body. You stare at the side of his head, watching his eyes take in the details of the ink.
For a moment, you get lost in his beautiful features. You suddenly act on impulse, his hands moving from your arm when you raise your hand to his chin and turned him towards you. "You trapped yourself." You said softly and his eyes move around rapidly and suddenly realize where he is. "O-Oh, sorry." "You really do like people with ink, don't you?" "Yeah. I-I don't know why...just looks cool."
Tilting your head, you move forward and kiss his cheek, then his jaw, and when he doesn't pull away you move under his jaw, your kisses were soft and were barely there.
He inhaled sharply when you pressed your lips under his jaw, specifically under his ear, and you graze your teeth over the spot to get his reaction, a barely audible whine, before biting and sucking. Biting his lip, he lets out a soft moan and automatically tilts his head to give you more room and you move your hand from holding his chin to under the other side of his jaw and hold him where he was.
Attacking more of his neck, his noises were soft and held back as he kept his mouth shut, his hand moving to your knee, nails digging into your knees and causing a dull pain but your jeans lessen it.
Your hand moves to his thigh as you move back on the couch, getting closer and pulling his thigh towards you which makes the male move, uncrossing his legs and moving just as close.
Without thinking, your left hand still on the back of the couch moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair then pull him back. That finally got a noise out of him, his lips parting and letting out a soft moan as he turns his head slightly towards you, lips still parted as his chest heaves out the soft pants he's panting out. His eyes wide and glancing at your lips, shining with spit from your recent attack.
You lean forward slowly, tilting your head and your lips barely touch before one of your phones is ringing. Pulling away, you look towards the sound and find your phone on the coffee table, Shawn's contact on the screen.
Looking back to Chan, he nods his head and you let go of his hair, leaning forward and picking your phone up before answering it bringing it to your ear at the same time Chan sits up, pushing you against the back of the couch and you watch as he throws his leg over your spread legs and sits on your lap.
"Oh-" "Mn? You okay, you've been gone for ages." You put the phone on speaker and hold it away from yourself as Chan places his left hand on your neck and his right on your bicep then leans into your neck, returning the marks that you gave him. "Ah~ Yeah, I'm okay, did you need something?" "No, just miss you. Thought it was just a staff meeting and getting your check?" "I-It was, boss kept me longer. He promoted me." "That's amazing!" That promotion was two weeks ago. "So you'll be home soon?" "Yeah, I should be. M-Mom asked me to stop and pick up dog food for Brexit." "Okay...Well, hurt back, yeah?" "I will." "Okay. See you soon, Mn." "You too, bye Shawn."
You hang up, tossing your phone onto the floor softly before placing your hands on Chan's thighs and turning to the left, laying him down and hovering above him between his legs. "You are braver than you look." "Thank you?" He asks with a laugh which made you smile.
"Now, can I continue what I was doing before I was interrupted?" "Yes. Please." Smiling, you lean down, barely touching his lips before you change your mind and lean up slightly, lifting your hand and thumbing his bottom lip, parting his lips further apart, his eyes locked on yours that are on his lips. "So obedient even though you just met me." His eyes flutter as he whines. You gently push his bottom lip back up so he closes mouth around your thumb and it's like automatic as he start sucking it. "How did Shawn get a hold of you? He hates being dominate."
He moans around your thumb when you push into his tongue then slip your thumb from his lips. "I-I'm m-more of a switch...but I haven't really, um, switched...guess I could only find subs so I never was one." "Well, now you can be."
Finally, you lean down and connect your lips, firm and absolutely certain that this is what you want cause when your lips connected with his full, soft ones and they parted easily for you, you didn't want to stop as you slipped your tongue in and swipe it along his, pulling a proper moan out of him and he sounds so good you can't help but groan in return.
His arms drape around your neck and pull you closer. In return, you act on impulse and lower yourself onto him and he moans again when your pelvis meets his, grinding your clothed growing hard-on into his.
Breaking apart for air, you move to his neck again and his back arches closer to you. "H-Hyung- Fuck, sorry." His hand flys to his mouth as you pick your head up. "So you have a thing for tatted older men?" "Am I wrong? I'm sorry." "I'm two years older than Shawn." "Same age as him..." Smiling, you kiss the corner of his mouth. "Then no, you're not wrong."
You lean back down, pressing your lips firmly to his before a ring tone goes off again. "Are you fucking serious?" You groan as you look up and grab Chan's phone, he takes it and answers but his hips still jolt up to meet yours. "Hey." "Chan! I'm bored~ Can we hang out?" "Um, one sec, can you call me back in a few minutes, I'm busy at the current moment." "Oh, yeah, sure." Chan hangs up, putting his phone on the table and pushing you off him to switch spots with him straddling your lap.
He pushes your shirt out of the way and drags his nails down your toned stomach before he comes to your belt, fingers fiddling with your buckle in fake struggle, fingers nudging into your bulge below the accessory as he pulls it apart, the buckle clinking against itself while he unbuttons your pants then slowly dragging down the zipper.
"Chan...Baby, go faster." You pant out before throwing your head back against the cushion when his hand palms you and opens your pants wider to fully hold you. Hissing at the sensation before huff out a moan and look back down at Chan's movements. "Fuck." "Baby make Hyung feel good?" He asked, his eyes wide and wanting as he bit his lip, humping into his own hand. "Yeah, baby. Shit, making hyung feel so good." His hand squeezes your bulge slightly before he lets go and pulls down your boxers.
Hissing at the cold air, you grip his thighs, attempting to pull him closer. "Hyung so...big...and heavy..." He purposefully lets some of his spit drip onto your tip as he begins to stroke you. "Baby, remember, Shawn's calling you back soon." "I know. You answer when he does and switch it to video call." "You crazy?" "For you? I am now. You think I'd let a guy and dick like you go?"
You chuckle as he scoots back on the couch, pulling your jeans further down to your knees and only pulls your boxers down to mid-thigh. "Gonna suck me off, Baby?"
His answer is taking your tip between his lips, tongue lapping at your pre-cum and swirling around your tip. "Fuck, so good." He takes more of you into his mouth, tongue moving rapidly on the underside of your cock, he moans as he pulls off of you with a 'pop' and exhales heavily as he strokes you, licking the underside of your cock. His actions all messy and sticky with saliva and pre.
His phone goes off again and you look over, grabbing it then looking back down to Chan who nods with a dazed smile and blown pupils. Answering it, you change it to video chat and point it at the ceiling before switching the camera to face the floor. "Chan? Why are you showing your floor, silly?"
He taps your thigh as he takes your cock down his throat and you groan as your head falls back, temporarily distracted as his warm, wet mouth takes you all the way in. "Ooh, you jerking off babe? Why didn't you call me sooner?"
You sigh out a moan, lifting your head then facing the phone towards Chan. "Wha- What the fuck, Chan?! You're cheating on me?!" You groan as he pulls up, his tongue sticking out as he reaches your tip and lets it rest on the pink muscle, his eyes blown wide and crossed slightly as he looks up at you. Your hand brushing through his hair, tangling in the strands and scratching his scalp, his eyes close as he moans. "Wait, Mn?! I recognize that tattoo, what the actual fuck?!"
"You cheated on us first..." Chan closes his mouth and starts bobbing his head, slurping and sucking, completely focused on your cock that he's become drunk on. "So don't go yelling at us." "This isn't fair." "What i-isn't fair is y-you cheating on me s-six months after we got together...a-and ch-cheating on Chan with me after that..." You get out through stuttery breaths as Chan's mouth felt so fucking good.
"W-We also know you were hiding us from each other. Doordash and G-Grubhub, really?" Chan gags on your length and gasps as he pulls back, jerking you off quickly as he rests your tip on his tongue again. "Fuck, Baby, go faster...gonna cum, baby, I'm so close." With your words, a moan, and a quick "Oh fuck!" You cum on his tongue as he keeps stroking you, humming at your release shooting into his mouth and when you finish, panting heavily, he licks your tip with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and shows his tongue mainly to you but Shawn was still yelling at the both of you.
He closes his mouth, swallowing your cum then sticking his tongue out to show you it's gone. You push yourself up, flipping the camera around before kissing Chan messily, tongues tangling together and you taste yourself on his tongue.
"We're done Shawn." You lean away from Chan and look at the phone, the younger male moving to leave marks on your neck as well. "Fuck both of you. This isn't fair." He hangs up and you laugh, tossing the phone away gently.
"Isn't fair, is he for real?" You think aloud before Chan is turning your head and kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he moves back onto your lap and your hands hold his hips. "Hyung, please fuck me, I need you so bad." "Here or your room?" "Fuck me right here, please." "You can beg better, can't you?" "Hyung, please stuff me full. I-I need your cock, need it so bad, please Hyung, please." His his rut into yours, grinding his clothed erection onto yours, moaning freely.
"Baby so needy for his cunt to be full, huh? Only needy for me, right? You'll be mine from now on, right? Always want my cock stuffing you, keeping you full?" "Fuck, Hyung, please~" His moan morphs into a whine as his hips move faster.
You lay him down, sliding off your pants and boxers before pulling of Chan's sweats, finding him wearing only the sweats as his cock slips from the sweats and lays on his stomach, hard and leaking. "Commando, huh?" "I-I always was when I met up with him...now only for you." "Shit, you're so fucking cute." You toss his sweats next to your jeans before taking off your shirt.
"So hot..." His hands find your body as you hover over him and lick into his mouth. Your hand slips under his hoodie, hands smoothing over his skin and pushing up his hoodie. "W-Wait, I want to k-keep this on." "Okay." Your hand squeezes his peck before you move your fingers to pinch his nipple. "Ah~ Shi- S-Sensitive." He moans, arching his back and throwing his head back.
"I'm not removing it, just lifting it up." You say as you push the hoodie out of the way before leaning down and biting his tit. His hands, now covered by the sleeves of the hoodie, find your hair, gripping it when you move to bite and suck his nipple. His moans were music to your ears as you let go of his nipple and kiss up to his neck, biting and sucking under his ear.
"Hyung, please." He takes your cock into his hand, stroking you lazily. "I need to prep you though." "No, please." "Have you bottomed before?" He nods. "Please, I-I want...I need it, Please. I want the stretch...please, Hyung." He begs and you kiss him, your cock still covered in spit as you prop yourself up next to his hip, his legs folding next to your waist and spreading wider.
"Fuck." He wanted to watch but you are way bigger than he anticipated as you pushed yourself in, moving your hand to the side of his other hip. "Hngh~ Ah fuck~" His voice became higher, whinier as he lets out choked moans. "S'good, S'big. Hyungie s'big, ah~" He whines softly as he brings his hands up, clad with sweater paws as he hides his face.
"Yeah? Baby feel good? I haven't started fucking you and you're cock drunk. Has it been that long since you've been fucked?" "Y-Yes." "Then I will give you all I have." "Please, Hyung." "Don't worry, baby, I will."
You push yourself up, sitting back with your hands on his knees, holding him open. "Fuuuck Channie Baby...." Your left hand slides down his thighs and splayed itself on his toned stomach. "You look so fucking good. Such a good looking body, how did I not find you sooner?" Leaning back more only slightly, you gather quite a bit of saliva and let it fall off your tongue, landing on his hole and your length before you push in more.
Your right hand joins your left before holding his waist tightly and pushing forward at the same time you pull him towards you until you're finally all the way inside him. "Fuck~ S-S'full...S'big, fu-hgnh~" He squirms, body restless as he adjusts and his chest heaving heavily as it felt like the air was punched out of his lungs, his hands wanting to push him up to see but they let him go and his back arches.
You move your hands next to his head, mouth attaching to his and you swallow his moans, licking along his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. You claimed his mouth feverishly as you pull your hips back, leaning on your arm without pulling away to bring his leg up to his chest and hook it over your shoulder, leaning onto the other arm and bringing his other leg up and pushing it out.
"Hyung! Fuck, Fuck, right th-there!" "Already?" "Y-Yes, Yes, please move. Please fuck me, fuck...fuck me a-as if w-we d-didn't just meet each other, please." "Shit, you're gonna be the death of me now."
You push back in hard and he yelps, back arching the furthest so far as the moan he lets out is practically pornagrahic, you immediately thrust into him quick and hard, hitting his prostate dead on and drawing a moan with every harsh thrust into him.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Baby. So warm, so good. Such a good boy, practically letting a stranger fuck you." As he looks at you, his mouth is wide open, moans falling past his lips, and his eyes are blown wide and glassy with want, need, and lust. "M-Mn, F-Fu-uck, Hyung-" He gasps at the harsh thrust, your tip punching into his prostate. "I-I..." He whines, closing his eyes and looking away, covering his face with his right hand.
"You what, baby?" "I-I...I-I can't s-say it...just met you..." "We're w-well past that, Baby, just say it." "Fuck, I'm sorry...I-I l-love you, Hyung...I'm sorry." Leaning down, you give him a kiss, biting his bottom lip before letting it go and returning to hover over him. "It's okay, Baby. It's okay. I love you, too. Gonna take you out after this, screw Shawn, your mine n-now. G-Gonna treat you s-so well, g-gonna spoil my baby."
"Hyung, Fuck!" He arches into your chest, head thrown back. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, faster, faster, AH FUCK!" Your hand wraps around his length, helping him closer to his high before he's cumming hard, shooting up to where his hoodie is bunched up on his chest and he squeezes hard around your length.
He whines in overstimulation as you keep thrusting into him. "Just a little longer, s'close, gonna fill you up, fuck it deep into your cunt." He clenches around you, making you moan softly at the feeling. "You like that? Wanna be bred? Want my cum deep inside you, have my babies?" He moans as his dick twitches slightly. "Fuck, gonna cum, fill you full, Shit~" You cum with a moan, groaning a moment later as you thrust into him deeply, barely moving your hips as he moans at the feeling of your warm seed fills him up.
"Don't...Don't pull out..." You chuckle tiredly, collapsing onto him with your face in his neck. "U-Unless you c-can carry me t-to m-my room, we're laying here." You gently let his legs go, moving your own legs in order to sit up and take him with you. He yelps in shock as your dick shifts but still stays inside him.
"Think you can lean back and grab your pants?" "No, I sleep naked." "Okay then." You grab his thighs and stand up, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving small kisses before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, cuddling into your arms.
"Do you have a plug?" "I'm hugging it." He mutters and you physically have to stop and laugh. "That's not...Really?" He giggles as you enter his room, closing the door behind you then moving to sit on his bed. "No, hold on." He detaches himself from you and leans to his right slightly to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a plug.
"Want me to put it in?" "Obviously." You take the object from him and he places his hand on your shoulder as yours move to his ass, squeezing the soft skin and spread him before lifting him up, you slip out of him with a slight squelch noise then replace yourself with the toy. "Fuck..." "You okay?" He whines, shifting on your lap as your hands stay on his ass. "S'empty..." You chuckle, kissing his temple. "I'll get you a bigger toy so you'll always be full."
He pulls back, meeting your eyes. "Really? Y-You don't h-have to, I-I was just saying that stuff to...get off." "Were you really? I was serious, going to take you out tomorrow and spoil the hell out of you. Sounded like you were serious too, remember? Can't let a good guy and dick like me go." "I-I did...Shit..."
"Do you want to be something with me?" "I do. You're so much better than everyone else." "Then from now on you're my baby, my sweet baby boy, okay?" He nods shyly, leaning forward to hide his blushing face in your neck. "I'm your baby boy, Hyung. I..." He hesitates and you kiss his shoulder. "I love you, baby." He whines, tightening his hold around your neck. "Mmm...I love you too, Hyung."
Taking him with you, you lay down under his covers before covering you both up, he snuggles under his blankets and closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he tucks himself under your chin, nose nuzzling at your neck and taking in your scent as your arms wrap around his shoulders and hug him close.
"Good night, Channie Baby."
"Good night, Mn-Hyung."
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Best friend!Bang Chan Ă Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: You love your boyfriend Minho, but lately your best friend has been on your mind.
Warnings: Cheating, Chan is a tiny bit manipulative, Car Sex? (That should be all, sorry if I missed anything!)
A/N: This might might, be the last of Chan's birthday posts. I have one more that I prepared awhile ago but I might save it. Who knows lol. I hope that you enjoy! I'm trying to start writing again and it's been hard so I'm sorry if this is a bit rough đ
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 âTell me again why we're parked in an abandoned parking lot at 4:26 am.â Chan asks quizzically. I sighed, running my hands over my face.Â
âI needed someone to vent to.â My gaze stays fixed on my lap, I donât know if I can look at him, I donât know what Iâll do when his eyes meet mine. Heâs my best friend and I know I can tell him anything, hell, he picked up the phone in the middle of the night and came running to me. So I know that I can trust him but right now the thought of looking him in the eye with these thoughts running through my head is dizzying.
âWell I'm here, start when you want.â He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting them on top of the steering wheel. I run my hands through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.
âOkay so, uh, Minho came home early tonight and he surprised me with this really cute home date and ya know⊠we had sex and it was good, really it was, but I just donât feel⊠I havenât been feelingâŠâ My heart is beating a mile a minute, Chan and I are extremely close and we talk about our sex lives all the time but this time itâs different.Â
âUnsatisfied?â Chan asks with an eyebrow raised. I nod my head, thankful that he finished the sentence for me. Talking about Minho behind his back feels so wrong but I suppose itâs not as wrong as what I plan to confess next.
âYeah, unsatisfied and I've been⊠thinking of someone else.â I swallow hard as I play with the zipper of my hoodie, desperate to pay attention to anything but the look on Chanâs face. I know him, I know that heâs looking at me with semi wide interested eyes and heâs waiting for me to look back at him but I just canât.Â
âWho do you think about?â If I were in a hospital right now the nurses would go crazy because I am almost certain that my heart stopped, exploded even. I knew that heâd ask me that question but hearing it actually come out of his mouth sets off a whole new type of panic. Should I tell him the truth? Iâm in a relationship, a beautiful and loving one at that, I shouldnât go around confessing these things. But on the other hand, the thought of my fantasy coming true is too inviting to ignore. Itâs now or never and I choose now.
âWell, it depends on the day. It could be Hyunjin, Seungmin, but⊠I mostly think of you. I guess itâs because of our connection or some shit like that, I don't knowâ My nerves got to me half way through my confession, shit, he must think Iâm fucking with him. The silence around us lasted far too long for my liking, causing me to look over at the man in the driver's seat. His eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a red tint to the tips of his ears but other than that he seemed completely cool and collected.Â
âOkay, uh, you think about me in what way? Like, do you daydream about me and kind of dissociate from Minho or do you pretend that he's me?â His brows knit together briefly before relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, leaning back completely and bringing his crossed arms to rest over his chest. Heâs clearly trying not to show the effect that my confession has on him.
âI imagine that he's you, that his hands are yours and that youâre the one fucking me, it's better when I pretend.â I look back down at my lap as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks.Â
âDo you come faster? More intensely?â My head jolts up quickly and my eyeâs find his immediately, the look of disbelief written all over my features makes Chan grin. He chuckles a bit and that's when I realize that he's messing with me. I sigh dramatically, relaxing into my seat before flashing my middle finger in his direction.
âFuck you, donât taunt me.â He smiles wider, looking down at his lap.
âI just want to know for my own personal records.â He licks his lips before looking back up at me âIt's fun hearing what I do to you.âÂ
At this point Iâm sure that my brown skin is as red as a rose. Why did he have to look at me like that? Is he trying to ruin me?Â
âI called you because I need to vent.â I remind him as I turn to look out of the passenger window, anything to avoid his gaze for a second.Â
âSorry sorry, continue.â I clear my throat and unzip my hoodie just a bit, is it getting hot in here? Why does his car suddenly feel so small?
âHe falls asleep after sex all the time, I mean how could I blame him? Three rounds every night for four or five days a week is a lot on top of working and all of the other stuff that he does in a day. But no matter how many times we do it Iâm still not satisfied afterwards, I watch porn and use my vibrator on the bathroom floor, every time.â
âDid you do that tonight?â His eyebrows knit together in curiosity, I open my mouth to try to answer him but when I look back in his direction I get distracted by the sight of his strong arms. He leaned back in his seat a bit more than he was a minute ago, his fingers intertwined and tucked behind his head giving me the perfect view of his biceps and everything that matches it.Â
âNo, I called you instead. I just needed to talk to someone. I feel like I'm going crazy, I keep wanting more and more sex. This canât be normal.â Chan chuckles lightly and I canât help but to roll my eyes. Is he even taking this seriously?
âWell either you're a sex addict or you aren't satisfied because you want someone else. In this case that person would be me.â He moves his hands from behind his head and rests them in his lap lazily.
âSo, what? I fuck you and it goes away? If anything I'll keep wanting it.â I scoff, shaking my head in an attempt to erase the thoughts.
âYou'll never know unless you try.â My eyes meet his quickly, I open my mouth to reply but no words make sense in my head. Is he serious? Heâs messing with me⊠right?Â
âI couldn't cheat on⊠I can't.âÂ
âHaven't you already though? Thinking of another man inside of you while he is? Imagining that you're with me.. your best friend. If he were thinking of someone else while he fucked you would you call that cheating?â I turn away from him as if I'm physically trying to run away from his words. This is all too much to handle. The man that I canât stop thinking about is basically offering himself to me. But I canât do that to Minho, heâs been nothing but good to me for all of these years, heâs loving and attractive and he shares all of my values⊠but so does Chan and right now my best friend has one up on my boyfriend when it comes to intimacy. Is this really worth it? Is sex really worth potentially ruining my relationship to start a new one with Chan?
âI'm single, Y/n, if I screw you no one will care. But you, you're in a relationship. If we fuck you'll either feel guilty and confess everything to him or you'll feel so amazing that you'll call me at 4 am every night, The choice is yours.â Silence surrounds us and it almost feels heavy on my skin. What should I do next? I could tell him to take me home or I could get in the backseat and let him fuck me until Iâm satisfied. I glance over at Chan to find that heâs already looking at me, his relaxed gaze is raking over my frame slowly but thatâs not what did it. It was the way he licked his lips as his eyes met mine, like he could already taste me. Like he already had me.Â
âFuck it.â I blurt out, making up my mind all at once. Itâs like every system in my brain shut off at once. I'm not really even thinking anymore, every move is now driven by desire. âLet me see your dick.â
 I maintain eye contact so that he knows that Iâm serious. A smirk plays upon his lips and his eyebrows raise instantly.
âThat escalated quickly.â He chuckles and I try my best to hide my giddy grin, Am I really doing this? Maybe I can take it back?
âShow me.â Chan takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his sweats before giving me a glance. I can tell what heâs trying to say with his eyes, heâs asking me if Iâm sure about this and to be honest that answer is no, Iâm anything but sure. All I know is that part of me is desperate to see if he really has this effect on me or if itâs all in my head. I nod to him and without another word he lowers the hem of his gray sweatpants and his cock springs up, resting against his clothed stomach.
Fuck what I said before, I donât want to take it back. The mere sight of his dick, makes my mouth water. It takes every ounce of control that I have in my body not to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him, to use him.
âNo underwear?â I tease with a smile and he shrugs.
âYou said it was an emergency, I rushed over to you. Threw on the first thing I could find.â
âMm maybe that's a sign.â He furrows his brows slightly as he watches me with curious eyes. I unzipped my hoodie completely, revealing the lingerie that I had put on for Minho tonight and never changed out of.Â
âFuck.â Chan says in a breathy sigh, bringing his hand up to his cock.
âIs it still cheating if I don't touch you?â I slip off my silk sleep shorts and turn my body towards Chan so that my back is against the passenger door. I open my legs to give him a full view of my cunt, reaching down to spread my arousal over my folds.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty, babygirlâ His tone is a bit deeper than before, the soft and playful tone replaced with a deep and husky one. He holds his hand out towards me and I nearly moan at the words that follow.
âGet it wet for me?â A low hum vibrates from my throat as I lean forward, pursing my lips and spitting into his palm. He coos at me, a quiet âgood girlâ leaving his lips as he watches me. His eyes donât leave mine as he takes his hand back and spreads my spit over his leaking tip mixing my saliva with his pre-cum. Slowly, his eyes trail down my body until they fix on my dripping pussy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, exhaling heavily when he rubs over his tip.
âPlay with yourself for me, yeah?â At this point the only thing going through my head is Chan. Heâs all I can remember, all that I want, all that I need. I feel drunk off of the sight of him sitting across from me, cheeks flushed and his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock. How could I possibly want to do anything but please this man?
I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly through parted lips, my eyes stay trained on him as I slowly trail my hand from my neck to my stomach. I watch his expression as he grows a bit impatient from my teasing, his dark gaze warning me to give him what he asked for.Â
âDoes it look like I want you to tease me, baby?â The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine, his words are breathy and challenging and it makes me hungry for more. What would he do to me if I kept teasing? How would he punish me?Â
âWhy would I give you what you want right away?â I run my fingers along my inner thighs, smiling at him as his gaze drops from my eyes to my core, watching my hand carefully. âThat would be boring.â
âTouch yourself or I'll do it for you.â A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine him getting impatient with me and taking control, using his long fingers to fuck me. Why do I feel drunk off of that thought? It hasnât even happened and yet I feel like Iâm on cloud 9.Â
âFuck.â I hiss as I run my fingers between my folds brushing against my clit and circling it. Chan strokes himself a bit faster as he watches me, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.Â
âPut a finger inside.â He looks up from my cunt and my eyes follow his meeting for a second. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, him. âPretend that itâs meâÂ
He nearly sounds like heâs pleading me to do it, like heâs desperate to see how I fuck myself. Desperate to see what the thought of him does to me. I nod, slowly obeying his command and slipping my middle finger deep into my cunt.
âOh fuck.â My back arches up off of the passenger door once I start fucking myself, increasing the pace gradually as I start to become desperate for more. I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, trying to add as much stimulation as possible. He watches in awe as my hips buck into my hand a bit.Â
âAdd another.â I quickly obey his command, adding my ring finger inside, eliciting a groan of pleasure to fall from my parted lips. I try my best to keep my eyes open, I want to watch him, I need to watch him. His strokes are much faster now, small grunts and sighs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I take in the way that his jaw clenched as he builds himself closer to the edge, his right leg slightly bouncing, it's a masterpiece that I wish I could become a part of.Â
âChan.â His name passes my lips in a breathy moan and he looks over at me as he strokes the head of his dick, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sensation. âI need you so badly.âÂ
âYour choice.â He groans out as he throws his head back again squeezing his eyes shut. â Better make up your mind, Iâm so close, babygirl.âÂ
I sigh heavily as I try my best to fight the urge to climb over and ride him until I pass out. I focus on my own pleasure again, Imagining that itâs Chan rubbing tight circles on my clit while his long fingers reach spots that I didnât even know existed. I imagine that itâs him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I wish it was him. The wet sounds of Chan stroking his cock mix with my moans as we both draw closer to the edge. I watch his hand as he pleasures himself, I wonder if heâs imagining that, thatâs me. I wonder if he feels that same way. Does he touch himself to the thought of me at night? Thinking of all of the times that we were play fighting and his fingers grazed my bare skin, all of the tight hugs that we shared, my chest pressed up against him. Does he think about me?
âShit, oh my godâ I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back at the thought of him wanting me just as much as I want him, maybe even more.
âFucking cum for me, babygirl.â Chan groans âI'm so fucking close for you.â
Those words alone throw me over the edge, one of my fantasies is coming true right in front of my eyes.
âOh my- I'm gonna..â Before I could get another word out my orgasm rushed over me, breathtaking and mind fogging. I clamped my legs shut and arched my back off of the car door. My moans filled the space around us but I couldnât hear them, the pleasure was deafening.Â
âFuck, Y/n.â My name fell off of his tongue in a sweet moan and my pussy clenched at the sound of it, sending another wave of euphoria through me. âOh shit, I'm cumming.âÂ
He squeezes his eyes shut, his strokes becoming shorter but still just as fast. A rush of adrenaline hit me and suddenly my vision changed. I felt like a rabid animal who was desperate for food. Suddenly, I forgot about everything that was looming over my head. All of my thoughts about Minho and saving our relationship were gone. All that I could think of was pleasure and I was absolutely driven by it, so much so that after the first stream of cum came leaking from Chanâs tip I leaned forward, getting on my knees in the passenger seat and running my tongue up his length. He moved his hand quickly, clearly surprised by my sudden confidence. I licked up to the head of his cock and then took the rest of his length down my throat. His seed spilled into my mouth in warm and delicious spurts, painting my throat with his sticky arousal. Every bit of him tasted like heaven and in this moment I swear that I would do anything that anybody asks as long as I get to stay here. As long as I get to feel him.Â
âY/nâ His hand lightly lays on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly. âFuck, baby, you feel so good.â I bob my head a couple of times, milking his arousal from him until Iâm sure that Iâve got every last drop. Once heâs come down from his high I sit up, releasing his cock from my mouth with a faint âpopâ and licking my lips. I sit back into my seat, settling in a bit while we watch each other. Chanâs chest is rising and falling heavily and thereâs a ghost of a smile on his lips, once he seem to have composed himself a little the tiniest chuckle falls from his lips as he begins to tuck himself back into his sweatpants
âDo you think that fulfilled your lust for me?âÂ
âNot even close.â
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âđ Can I Get Your Number? âđ Ch 17
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings/labels:Â racist microagressions, boundary crossing, and people in positions of power being scum, cursing wc: 2.4k
A/N: chapter concept was suggested by @scared-reader đ» so if you like it thank them for the inspiring ask in the comments! (and feel free to submit your own if you've got an idea for me, you never know what's going to set off the unhinged writing monster in my soul đ
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Damian was at my apartment again. He'd come over after school, and the look on his face suggested there was something weighing him down. I got him set up at the table to do his homework, knowing he wouldn't be ready to talk until he felt his responsibilities were complete, and ordered pizza. While he worked, I made my grandmother's brownies.Â
An hour later we were sitting on the floor in front of my tv, eating pizza and brownies, drinking soda, and playing mindless video games. Between rounds, Damian finally spoke up; â... There's an art show for our parents at my school next week ⊠Father couldn't make it last year, something came up at work.â
I frowned a bit; âThat sucks! ... Well, I'm sure he'll make it this year, yeah?â
â... Probably not. It's a busy time of year for him...â
âThat's not fairâŠâ
âIt is what it is.â On the surface he sounded nonchalant about it, but after months of getting to know each other I was starting to catch the subtleties of his mannerisms and tones. And when he said âit is what it is' I heard, clear as day, the ache of unexpressed sorrow; the kind of sorrow that makes you feel selfish and cruel for caring at all over something so seemingly trivial.
â... Well, I know I'm not a parent, but I am an adult in your life who loves ⊠your art. Think they'd let me come?â
â... You want to come?â he didn't even try to hide the surprise in his voice.
âOf course, if you're ok with it. ⊠I remember how disappointing it was when my parents didn't come to my after school stuff. ⊠Felt like I was the only kid in the room without an adult gushing over my work. I knew they were proud of me, they were just busy, but ⊠I wanted my interests to be their priority for just a few hours. It hurt, seeing everyone else's adults make time for them when mine couldn't, and I don't want you to have to go through that too. So if you're comfortable with it I would be honored to get to go to your art show!â
Damian blinked a few times, looking down into his lap, and nodded. â... Ok. ⊠Yeah, you ⊠you can come. ⊠It's Friday after school, from 4-6.â His voice came out a bit sharper than usual, like he was fighting to get the words out at all.
I smiled gently, pulling out my phone. âIt's going right in my calendar. Will you already be there?â He nodded. âPerfect, ⊠can Jace come too, or should I take the bus?â
Damian considered for a minute. â.... I suppose Todd can come. ⊠It would be difficult to use the city bus to get to my schoolâŠâ
I nodded. âThanks kiddo.â
He opened his mouth, frowning slightly; â... I ⊠why do you keep calling me that?â
I cringed slightly; âSorry Damian, I keep forgetting you don't like it. I like to give people affectionate nicknames, itâs sort of second nature at this point I guess. I'll do better, I promise.â
â... No, it ⊠it's ok, you don't have to stop. ⊠I'm still not Dami though.â
I grinned, nodding. âYou got it, kiddo.â Right, only Jon gets to call him Dami.
He nodded once, smiling a little.
Tears filled my eyes. The lump in my throat made it incredibly difficult to speak, but I had to say something; he was staring up at me with those big, guarded eyes, waiting for my response. â... Damian, it's-â
âPerfectâŠâ Jason's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
Damian's section of the art show was filled with portraits of his family and friends. And right in the center, on one of the biggest canvases I'd seen outside of a museum, was a painting of the three of us on my couch; me and Damian facing each other with Jason in the middle, his hand on my knees, just like the time they'd spent the night. The casual intimacy of our poses and easy smiles on our faces were like a dream for the future, laid bare in front of us.
It wasn't as easy as the painting made it look, not yet, but maybe someday it would be.
I nodded, agreeing with Jason; âit's beautiful~ you're so talented! ⊠is ⊠is that really how you see me?â
Damian hadn't made me smaller; I was still round and soft in his painting, but instead of feeling insecure the portrait made me feel beautiful. The delicate, sweeping brush strokes that made up my body exuded warmth and tenderness. I wasn't entirely sure if it was my love for him that he'd seen and captured in the paint, or his own affection for me, but it was there on the canvas for all to see.
He tilted his head; â... I don't understand? That is what you look like.â
âYeah, but ⊠Damian, in a culture that teaches women that being big is bad, making a fat girl feel beautiful in her fatness is like the artistic equivalent of finding Bigfoot - there are people who say they have, but who actually believes them?â I smiled softly, looking into his confused eyes; âyouâve made me feel beautiful, Damian. ⊠Thank you.â
Jason hugged me tighter, kissing my shoulder; â... good job, demon brat~â
Damian flushed a bit, obviously pleased, and for a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but before he could, a tall woman came up behind him. She smiled warmly, looking at me; âah, you must be the panther tamer!â
Damian's entire demeanor changed in an instant, closing in on himself. I frowned, looking up at her; âexcuse me? ⊠Who are you?â
The woman ruffled Damian's hair, either not noticing or not caring about his grimace or minuscule flinch as she made contact; âIâm Mrs. Webster, Damian's math teacher! It's a miracle; ever since you've come into his life, our little wild cat here has finally retracted his claws! Finally dropping some of those nasty habits of his. I don't know what you're doing with him, but keep up the good work!â
â... So you did just say what I thought you said. ⊠Ok, bet.â I pushed Jason's arms off me and stepped forward until she stumbled back, making sure I ended up between her and Damian. âFirst of all; don't ever touch him again. Anyone with two brain cells can tell he doesn't like it.â
She stuttered, stepping back more; âah! It was just a hair ruffle-â
âDon't. Ever. Touch him. Secondly, he is a person, he's not a wild animal that needs to be tamed. What on earth makes you think that's an appropriate thing to say about one of your students?â
âHey now! I just meant that his behavior has gotten better, it's a compliment!â
I continued to walk toward her, slowly backing her into a corner. âShut. The fuck. Up. You were not complimenting him; you were othering him. He is a child in a foreign country with foreign, often contradictory culture; since coming here he has had to relearn everything about how life works and what's expected of him, and he has had to do it using English, one of the most obnoxious languages to learn, and probably the fourth or even fifth one he knows. He is expected to gracefully fold himself into an American household, go to an American school, and follow American customs; nothing in his life would have prepared him for any of that, but he has done it all, and he's done it while living under intense media scrutiny because of his family name. And on top of all that, he's also making all these life changes during one of the hardest parts of a person's development. He works hard every single day to navigate this life, often doing things he hates because they're expected of him, all for your comfort. Is it so much to ask that his teachers treat him with some basic fucking respect?â
She frowned, trying to interrupt me; âI was just-â
âNo, I'm talking, that means you shut your mouth. That boy, that brilliant, brave, kind young man was ripped from the life he knew, the good and the bad in it, sent away from his family and friends, to a supposed land of freedom and safety, and when he gets here he has to deal with mediocre minds like yours calling him an animal and praising the people who care about him for their âgood work' with him? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
I have done no work here; it is not work to meet him where he's at. It is not work to love that boy in whatever ways he's ready to accept. And it is certainly not work to treat him with respect. That is the bare fucking minimum. It is a joy and a pleasure to get to know him; he is a remarkable young man. On his worst day he is a better person than you are on your best. He is compassionate, and patient, and he is a good kid. How fucking dare you talk about him like there's something wrong with him being just the way he is? Who the hell do you think you are? What kind of racist shit-â
âHey now! I am not racist!â
The side of my fist made contact with the stone wall above her head. I took a deep breath, growling softly; âtell yourself whatever you need to. But you are going to keep a few things in mind going forward. Number one; anything you say or do to Damian will get back to me. Number two;â I smirked, chuckling darkly; âI am not afraid of jail time. So, for everyone's best interest; you will respect his boundaries, and you will think before you open your ignorant mouth. Because if I find out that you or anyone in this school has more inconsiderate, racist ass bullshit to say about my kid, I will be back. And from that day on, you will not know a moment of peace. Have I made myself clear, Mrs. Webster?â
She nodded quickly, eyes wide with fear, and I gave her the most condescending smirk I could before spinning on my heel to return to my boys. I only made it a few steps before Damian ran straight into me, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. His face buried into my chest, and his shoulders were shaking. I was almost pushed back by the force of him throwing himself at me, but I managed to stay standing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, one hand gently cupping his head, the other stroking his back.
We stood like that for a long while. I wasn't going to pull away first; this was the first time I'd seen Damian initiate physical contact with anyone, and I was not about to give him any reason to believe it had to stop before he was ready. He could have as much as he wanted for as long as he wanted it.
I looked up at Jason over Damian's head; I thought he looked a bit proud, leaning against the wall to watch us. He gestured to me that he was heading out of the room but would be back soon and I nodded, just continuing to hold the shaking boy in my arms. I ran my fingers through his hair gently, hoping it would soothe him, â... I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, DamianâŠâ
He shook his head, slowly releasing me. He didn't look up, but I could tell from the wet spot above my heart that he had been crying. â... Can we go home?â
âYeah, kiddo. Let's get you home.â
âNo, I mean ⊠your home?â
âOh, yeah, you can spend the night at mine. You can spend the whole weekend if you want. ⊠I'll tell your dad for you, if you want?â
He nodded, slowly taking my hand. â... Can we stop at the manor, so I can get a few things and feed my pets?â
âOf course we can.â I smiled softly, gently squeezing his hand, and led him out of the auditorium to find Jason.
Jay met us at the front office. âYou're being swapped into Mr. Desantis's math class, Damian.â
Damian nodded, staring at the floor in front of him. â... Thank you.â
Jason nodded, looking at our hands; â... We ready to go?â
âYeah. We're gonna stop at the manor so Damian can get some stuff, and then we'll all head home.â
Jason nodded, letting us lead the way. He walked behind Damian and over a bit, so the youngest Wayne was flanked by us. Damian watched his feet as we made our way to the car, smiling just a little. â... Are you really going to return if I tell you my teachers are still saying those things about me?â
I stopped next to the car, falling to one knee in front of him, and gently squeezed Damian's hands. His vibrant green eyes slowly met mine, and I had to bite back the rage boiling in my chest; he looked so fragile, like he expected me to say âno, you don't deserve it, take care of yourself'. â... Damian, if anyone says or does anything to make you feel inferior, I want you to tell them that you are not required to accept their mistreatment, and walk away. Then you call me. If I don't pick up it'll be because I'm still asleep or at work, you text me and then you call Jay, he will come get me, and we will come for you. Ok?â
â... You'd leave work?â
â... I feel like that's not as impressive as the fact that I'm willing to lose sleep over this, but yes; you are more important than work. I can easily get another job, what I can't and won't do is make you face their shit alone.â
He nodded slowly. â... Father said I'm not supposed to misbehave at school ⊠We have the public eye on usâŠâ
Jay growled softly; âI am certain that he didn't mean for you to accept that kind of bullshit from inferior minds. And if he did, he can take it up with me. You do not have to accept their cruelty. Not ever.â
Damian looked up at Jason slowly, nodding. â... Really?â
âReally.â
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Hi Mrs Edge. You answered a question for me some time ago, and it gave me so much to think about. I saw you reposted it recently, and I wanted to give you an update, and ask another question.
We do have an FLR, and I keep my husband locked all the time. I rarely came from intercourse in the past, so this was not a problem for me. After reading about you enjoying the Ranger so much, we decided to try it for ourselves. It turned out that I enjoyed it quite a bit, much more than either of us expected. I discovered that being "in control of the action" allowed me to have regular orgasms that I did not have from PIV with my husband, so "Foxing" became a normal part of our lovemaking.
That led to my keeping my husband locked for longer and longer periods, without any "reward." And as you can probably imagine, when I would allow him a "reward," he would be so sensitive that he would barely last a minute inside me before finishing. Since after coming I just want to lay back and snuggle, I decided that it was too much trouble to look for the key, unlock him, and then have him clean up the mess after he was done. So I finally told him that I really had no more reason to unlock him, and that I didn't imagine myself allowing him inside me anymore.
So as you can imagine, my husband is freaking out over the idea that he is now in a "No pussy" FLR marriage. I don't really feel guilty about denying him, because he did ask for all this, and this is where we ended up. Although sometimes I feel a little guilty that I don't feel guilty, do you know what I mean?
Anyway, I wanted to ask you about this. How did you deal with your own guilt (if you had any) over permanently denying your husband? How did you manage to convince him that this was a good thing? And how was he able to cope with it?
Thanks again, đ Mistress Karin
Hi Karin - I remember your post. I was wondering if I would hear from you again, and thank you for giving me an update. You seemed to have a lifestyle that was similar to how my husband and I started out.
Here is the original question.
You have a lot going on here. To begin with, I do know what you mean about feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. đ
My husband really allowed me to be selfish and for a while I would stop and wonder why I was okay with it and if I "owed" him for spoiling me. All I can say is that time will tell. Eventually I just took it for granted that he was totally okay with pleasuring me and that he really was satisfied when I was satisfied. I used to ask him if he was okay but I guess eventually I just stopped asking and listened to him tell me how he felt. And while we don't have an FLR, we're in a very similar situation. He committed to this... to giving me all the control knowing that we could end up here. And that's where you are with your husband. I think a lot of men have this fantasy in their heads that their wives will become some kind of sexual dominatrix and don't know how to cope when we REALLY take over and tell them what we want. Your husband probably didn't expect to be in a "No pussy" relationship and now has to figure out how to cope with it.
The other thing that you have going on is that your husband is probably a little (or a lot!) freaked out that making love... intercourse... is more enjoyable now that he is "foxing" you with the Vixskin Ranger. My husband has said that a lot of men have this deep rooted primal fear of not "being good enough" in bed... wondering if their wives are thinking about someone else or wishing they were with men who were "bigger" down there. And while they can be good in bed... loving or creative or passionate or whatever you like... they can't make themselves bigger, so they tend to obsess over it. đ
So right now your husband is freaking out that his own penis wasn't "good enough" to make you come. His worst fear... that he is being "replaced" is coming true. Even though the Vixskin attached to him he probably has in the back of his head that "he" wasn't enough and he is no longer in control of any part of his situation.
Worse (for him) ... now that you've discovered something "better," he gets unlocked less and less which makes him more and more sensitive. He is losing whatever ability he had to give you any pleasure with his own penis. So he's not just freaking out that you have turned this into a "No pussy" FLR... he is also freaking out that even if you allowed it he couldn't "measure up" to his replacement.
I know there are some couples who do "foxing" and who give a name to their Vixskin. That kind of plays on the "being replaced" fear that many men have. If your husband secretly enjoys the idea that may be a way to make his freaking out more exciting.
We aren't into that... I just prefer to think of the Vixskin as my husband's actual penis, and that's how he has learned to think of it as well. I don't know if that's good or bad but it's how I feel the most comfortable. He "copes" with being "locked and replaced" by learning how to enjoy the pleasure that he gives me. He says that he's still freaked out but has found a way to make it erotic in his head.
And of course a lot of men just get freaked out by the whole idea of "no pussy" in their relationship. If your husband is more freaked out by the "No pussy" aspect then you could probably help him by allowing occasional "rewards" like unlocking him and just using your hands. I have mixed feelings on this. On one hand I think it's okay to give your husband some rewards to keep up his spirits. On the other hand (đ
) by using just your hands it might emphasize your "No pussy" rule, which could just make him more aware or focused on it. Certainly, by sticking to your "No pussy" rule he will be always re.inded that you are in charge which is probably what you want. I know that when my husband comes in his cage, it feels good for him... but it also reminds him that this is the only way he's allowed now. Again... the idea is both hot and scary for him at the same time.
For me... it really took a few years for me to feel comfortable that my husband was really enjoying this. Even though he committed to it years ago I needed some time to see how dedicated he was and know that even during those times when there was stuff going on with them family or whatever that he wasn't going to freak out and ask to be unlocked. And I have to say that a big part of my own comfort was a result of watching how he handled himself over the years. I know that even though he wanted more... he proved to me that my own pleasure was the most important thing in his mind. Once I could see that I just all sense of guilt or feeling sorry and have been able to just focus on what I enjoy.
Please drop by more often to let me know how you're doing.
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FRIENDS IT IS HERE. As promised even! We are technically just under 20k for this chapter, but still not small enough that cutting it in half has stopped it from brutally murdering the app, soâŠ. Weâll see how this posts! đ
I did myself a whole honkinâ reread on the whole thing too, refreshed my lil reminders of what I named things and all the lil threads I was playing with⊠and hot damn itâs a beast huh?
The good news is, although we are getting into plot, we are getting out of the heavy stuff, at least for the next little bit! Back to our silly happy fun times with the boys đ„°
And, yâknow, dealing with Jasonâs death and first transformation and all. Totally all fine! Nothing to worry about! đ
Todayâs chapter is a lil Bruce-heavy in this front half because the main thing stopping me was that I got most of the way through before I realized I needed to rewrite Jasonâs entire first scene, but Iâm a lot happier with it now đ
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The Finished Core part 1
When it finally happened, Jasonâs core coming in was pretty anticlimactic. For all theyâd worried it might trigger a transformation, rile up the pit, or even have a physical shockwave⊠the event itself was almost disappointing. Buried busily in some paperwork for the library, Jason himself hadnât actually noticed.
Heâd already started feeling what he thought might be his core over the past few days; like a vibrating ball of energy, usually in the middle of his chest (although it wandered in all directions). Which would make the knot of tension that sometimes sat in his gut and sometimes went as far up as his throat⊠probably Pitty.
Not fun having a distinct sensation that went along with everything else the Pit was. Did nothing at all to ease his worries about what the hell would happen when they were both actually completed.
But when the day finally came⊠yeah, nothing. The soft, warm glow in his chest when he thought about the project had grown steadily stronger over the week and a bit heâd known Danny at that point, so he hadnât really paid enough attention to notice a change.
Theyâd still been seeing each other every day, although now that the new school semester had started up it had slowed down to a couple hours in the evening. Jason had dived headlong into his restoration project both on Frostbiteâs advice, and to keep himself from counting the hours. Which, apparently, worked?
The biggest disruption was actually Danny blasting in through the wall not a minute later, invisible until he dived through one of Jasonâs freshly legal goons and almost knocked the table over. Luckily there were no actual Red Hood links lying around - Catherineâs name was staying clean, which was for the best since Jason still hadnât thought of a way to bring it up.
Even now, back from another appointment with Frostbite to confirm all was well, Jason didnât actually feel any different? It was official though; both cores were complete, and now all they had to do was wait until the pit matured enough to actually leave Jasonâs body and do its own thing.
Now that he didnât have any choice but to confront it, he couldnât have said what heâd expected anyway, but⊠well, surely there should have been something? More energy? More corruption? Hell, even increased ghost senses or some indication that the powers would be coming in.
According to Danny, intangibility usually came with the pit dropping out of your stomach and feeling floaty. Accidental floating came with a head rush or feeling like falling. Invisibility just fucking happened.
All he felt was weirdly normal? The fancy ecto ice was working, and his little ghost succulent - that or all the time with Danny; even Pittyâs flares of emotion were manageable. The green haze hadnât come back since meeting Lady Gotham.
And okay, maybe he was pushing that by going right back to the manor the next day, but listen. Frostbite had reminded him to do calming tasks, since Pitty should start being more aware of their surroundings now.
Baking with Alfred was as calming and soothing as Jason could imagine, without stapling himself to Danny in classes. And sure, heâd helped with Dannyâs homework the past couple nights, but the guy would get sick of him eventually. Faster if they stayed attached at the hip.
(And that had been another âfunâ tidbit Frostbite had dropped on them; if they were actually making their own ghost baby, theyâd have been able to trade the core off between them. Jason hadnât thought anything could make that idea sound appealing, but if he coulda just stuffed Pitty into someone else⊠well, he probably wouldnât actually wish its corruption and constant tantrums on anyone else, but having a break woulda been nice.)
Now that his core was done, technically the daily hanging out probably wasnât as necessary. So long as Jason had some backup plans to keep himself calm and in control. Which should mean that they could go from hanging out as a necessary chore to just⊠friends.
And since no one in the city wound Jason up like Bruce, if he happened to also be at the manor heâd have a trial-by-fire for his shiny new core. Heâd kept his word and tapped out of patrol since meeting Lady Gotham (and apparently Harley had taken the manor in fire and glory the night after and locked Bruce⊠somewhere for two full days), so heâd not heard from B since.
According to Tim, Constantine hadnât returned to Gotham at all.
The thought of their names only stirred angry bubbles from Pitty, and Jason absolutely wasnât self destructive or a masochist, so he was just testing to see how far thatâd last. How careful heâd need to be, and how aware the little guy was.
So obviously he wasnât even all the way into the manor before he ran into the man himself.
Stopping short, Jasonâs fist clenched more from force of habit than any actual desire. Sucking in a deep breath, he thought of his ghost succulent (which had started glowing faintly blue a couple nights ago, which was hopefully a good thing?) and carefully unclenched. Nodded a little stiffly.
This would be the first time theyâd been alone together since⊠shit, he didnât even know. He hadnât seen the guy without the buffer of at least one other bat in months.
âBruce,â he said warily, half hoping the man could just⊠be normal. For once. Nod, say hi, fuck off about his own business. He couldnât still be on his anti-Danny crusade, could he?
The man actually flinched, face twitching through a couple of expressions Jason couldnât even guess at. A sudden urge between his shoulder blades did nothing to help, distracting him long enough for everything to be smoothed under the usual masks.
If Bruce just had a damn aura⊠okay, thatâd be one change with the completed core. All of his attempts to reach out with his own aura before had basically involved his whole body actually leaning in the same direction.
That⊠urge, itch between his shoulders, if that had been his aura trying to reach out, felt more like an entirely new muscle group. Curiosity won and Jason focused, trying to follow the urge and reach out⊠and wasnât sure it had worked at all.
Because all he could feel was sorrow and regret, and that didnât sound like B. At all. His compartmentalizing was out the ass, sure, but what the hell would he actually feel sorry for?
âJason?â And from the sound of it, not the first time heâd said his name. Great.
Shelving the apparently-faulty aura for now, Jason frowned back.
âIâm here to see Alfred.â It wasnât exactly a warning. Wasnât exactly a threat, although it carried the possibility. Meant that if B pissed him off enough to leave, heâd face some British disapproval.
Bruceâs shoulders sagged just a little, and then he drew himself up, his face firm and resolved. Jason tensed automatically; if he actually tried to bar him from seeing Danny face to face, would he still be able to walk away?
That was why heâd brought the glacierfrost. Slipping a hand into his back pocket, he crushed a crystal quickly before the man could open his mouth. Wintergreen mint burst across the back of his tongue, another brief flicker of distraction that, for some reason, came with another pang of sorrow.
âIâm sorry.â
Jason nearly stumbled, and he hadnât even been moving. Bruce looked⊠tired, all of a sudden. More tired than he could remember ever seeing him.
âWait⊠what?â
Bruce gave him a sad smile.
âItâs been brought to my attention⊠multiple times⊠that you should have heard that from me alone first. And then I kept adding more and more to be sorry for. And I know you donât want to see me, so now seems like the best time to start.â It was jerky, and awkward, and probably the most uncomfortable Jason had ever seen Bruce in a conversation.
Which only served to confuse him further. Bruce overplanned everything; he never acted without at least two layers of backups. It was why he had a million plans for every possible micro-scenario. He didnât do spontaneous.
âWhat are you even talking about?â He asked, half exasperated, and Bruceâs smile widened a fraction. That only made it more self deprecating.
âThere are too many things to count, but⊠Jason, Iâm sorry I sprung the apology on you at the gala. I thought having the world as my witnesses would show you I meant it, but I should have asked first. I should have apologized first, to you. Alone. Iâm⊠aware what it says about me that I couldnât.â He was almost wearing one of Brucieâs self-deprecating smiles now, but the edges were raw. Unpolished. Certainly not camera ready.
Real?
Jasonâs mouth opened and closed a few times, his brain entirely short-circuited. Of all the things Bruce could have said to him⊠of all the things the man might apologize for, heâd honestly forgotten all about the damn gala speech.
Forcing himself to focus, he folded his arms and regarded his former father figure warily.
âSure, thatâs a place to start,â he agreed, more sarcastically than heâd meant to. But he couldnât take it back.
There was another moment of stiffness, and then Bruceâs shoulders sagged as well as he breathed out, still looking⊠well, so much more human. More breakable, more fallible. Or was that just from hearing him admit heâd been wrong?
âI do mean it, Jason. I did mean it,â he said softly, piercing blue eyes unusually gentle as he looked him over, and suddenly Jason knew what was bothering him.
The mask. The iron mask of Batman, the bumbling shield of Brucie. B always had a mask, over every interaction. Every situation, every possible scene, B always had a character to play. And he played them well.
That was what looked wrong about him. He wasnât⊠intentional. His posture was open and unthreatening, his face lax in a way it never was while he held every muscle in check.
This was just actual, sincere B.
Jason wasnât completely sure why that made him want to run or cry, but it said a fuck of a lot about him too.
More that he just couldnât bring himself to return it.
Sucking in a sharp breath, seriously considering grabbing for another crystal, he nodded sharply.
âOkay. Now what.â Because that was the thing; Jason had never wanted B to be sorry that he hadnât come for Jason. That he finally hadnât been on time to save him from himself.
He didnât want the apology, he wanted things to change. To be better. For Bruce to accept that it had happened, and Jason was who he was now because heâd decided to be, not the pits or Tallia or the Joker.
He wanted so many things.
Bruce was searching his face, eyes sharp even as he consciously kept the rest of the expression open. Jason could see the tick of muscle in his cheek. Fuck, was it that hard for Bruce not to put on the act?
After a moment, he spread his hands. A gesture of peace? Not holding a weapon, not tensed for an attack?
âThatâs all. For now. I just⊠wanted you to know. Iâm sorry. And IâmâŠâ the expression pulled a little, becoming pained, âI have been told I am overreacting to the news from Amity Park as well. I should trust your judgement. So Iâm pulling myself from the case to focus on the Anti-Ecto Acts.â
This time Jasonâs jaw just dropped. B⊠Bruce never. Never pulled himself from a case. Not for broken bones, ruptured organs, not even if heâd died.
It was almost worse than the rage; all of a sudden he was lost at sea, the one grounding, immovable rock in his life swept away. Part of him was even angry at that - at B suddenly deciding that now, this time he was going to be reasonable.
When all Jason expected from him was judgement, antagonism, stupid overbearing demands and being held at armâs length, now all of a sudden the Bat was human.
It was too late to pretend the moment hadnât happened, to completely hide his shock, but he also couldnât stop the bluster from rising. Not the way his eyes narrowed suspiciously, even when every part of him that had been Robin desperately hoped this was real.
âAnd what the hell brought that on?â Not the accusation in his voice, although for once Bruce didnât rise to it. He just chuckled dryly, like heâd been expecting Jasonâs reaction.
âBecause you were right.â
And now Jason was fully on edge again, scanning the man more closely for any signs of hypnotism, mind control, that this was a clone or a replacement. A trap or a trick. Because B⊠Bruce would neverâŠ
Bruce raised both hands quickly, possibly expecting Jason to just⊠jump him. Which, to be fair, would have been a more normal interaction.
âYou were the one who brought the Amity Park situation to our attention. And youâre right, that I canât expect your doctor or any other ghost to come here to help you until it is safe for them to do so,â he added quickly, and Jason rocked back onto his heels.
Of course, the caveat. That made sense, bitter in the back of his throat as it was. Just an inarguable set of facts.
Not like heâd ever actually admit that Jasonâs judgement was reliable or anything. Folding his arms again (partly to stop his fists from clenching), he gave Bruce a sceptical look.
âRight, so what finally yanked your head out of your ass about it?â He asked sharply. Bruce gave him that same wry smile.
âDiana. And Harley. And Alfred. And Selena. I have been⊠extensively informed I had my head up my ass. So. Iâm sorry for that too. I just wanted to tell you before I left, since I donât know when weâll see each other again.â
And it shouldnât have been funny that he actually looked more pained talking about this, admitting a mistake, than he had when nursing broken ribs in the infirmary. Than heâd looked during any of their fights, than when Jason had all but grabbed his face and forced him to see that it really was him, that his dear little Robin came back wrong.
But dark humour was a refuge for all the bats, and if Jason didnât laugh he had a horrible feeling heâd cry. All that tension, all those days heâd worried about what heâd say or do when they came face to face again⊠heâd never have imagined any of this.
Could imagine another bloody battle before imagining Bruce saying sorry.
All of a sudden he was just tired. Ha. Dead tired.
Nothing drained the life out of him like dealing with Bruce.
âGreat. So where are you going?â It was almost a rhetorical question; he didnât really expect an answer.
Should have, though. Obviously B had to stick his foot in it again.
âAmity Park. As Bruce Wayne, not Batman,â he added quickly when Jasonâs head snapped up, glare sharpening, âit seems the logical place to begin work on the acts.â
And alright, Bruce didnât sound defensive. He never did; just obstinate, which meant so many things that guessing when it meant what was a losing game.
Jason groaned loudly, raising both hands to scrub down across his face. Because of course all that weirdness hadnât changed a damn thing. B was gonna B, creepy and intrusive and all.
âAnd look into Danny.â He said flatly, locking eyes with Bruce in time to see his expression twitch. Was he actually gonna lie?
Apparently not. Bruce sighed and nodded.
âMy focus will be on establishing a connection between âBrucieâ and the Anti-Ecto Acts, and investigating the GIW. Danny has been involved in both, and Zatanna has requested the elder Fentons provide me with protection,â he said like it was anything but a weak excuse.
Jason stared at him for a long moment, and then figured fuck it. Actually telling them before he left was technically still an improvement, and Danny and Jason were both well aware that there was gonna be some nosy bullshit.
Heâd warned Danny this was gonna happen, and Danny had said it was fine. That he didnât care about anything Batman might find⊠and knowing just how badly the Justice League had fucked up was going to eat the asshole alive. Which he could have avoided just by listening.
About to just walk away, Jason hesitated. There was actually one thing⊠technically not a necessary for a halfa, but fuck it. Might as well get B used to some ghostly etiquette early.
âHave you asked Danny?â
Bruce stilled, giving Jason a complicated look that mostly felt like judgement. Like Jason should know better than to ask.
âI was under the impression that removing the Anti-Ecto Acts is a priority?â He said stiffly, all awkward tension again.
Jason really did roll his eyes this time.
âSure, but youâre going to his haunt. You text Superman before investigating in Metropolis.â Which technically hadnât even been true when Jason was actually Robin, but B did text Clark before getting caught investigating in Metropolis. By anything but Kryptonian hearing.
The protocol basically only applied whenever another hero wanted to operate within Gotham because only Batman cared, but it was on the Leagueâs books.
Bruce had picked up the wording though, because of course he had.
âHis haunt?â He asked carefully, that tiny tick between his brows that meant he was processing starting up.
Jason rolled his eyes harder. For emphasis. Had JL Dark actually missed this part of the briefing? He was so not writing up Ghost Etiquette 101 for the league. No way.
But. It. Might be kinda cool. To have for himself. Especially since it was gonna be increasingly relevant.
âHeâs a ghost hero, B. He died there, he protects the city. Heâs like, the only one whoâll actually get your territorial crap, because in his case itâs part of his makeup.â
Actually, might be part of Bâs too. Danny hadnât said how liminal Bruce in particular was, but it really wouldnât surprise Jason if claiming a haunt was part of it. Or if Lady Gotham had already picked out a spot for him.
That thought stung, so he dismissed it immediately and turned towards the kitchen. Hell with the brownies heâd been planning, he was gonna need something much more complicated to keep his mind off the latest wave of bullshit.
Alfred liked soufflés. Jason could activate the house defences to keep the little gremlins out until they were done.
âJust fucking text him, B. Entering a ghostâs haunt without permission is declaring intent to throw down, and thatâs a fight none of us need.â No matter how much he might like to watch B go up against the ridiculous power-set Danny was packing.
Sure, the Bat went toe to toe with the gods, but that was with plans, tech, and often, backup. Apparently he still didnât know shit about ghosts, so itâd be fun to watch him try and adapt on the fly⊠especially when even Danny wasnât sure how many actual powers were on the table.
**
Bruce hesitated for a long moment, looking at Jasonâs retreating back.
That had gone⊠frankly he did not trust his own read on Jason enough to tell. Neither of them had yelled. Heâd said what he was prepared to; he was still working on the appropriate format for the rest.
Jason⊠hadnât reacted. Not with anger, which was a blessed relief, but not with anything else either. Except disbelief. Exasperation. Shock.
Not really any aggression, though. That had to be a decided improvement. And while part of Bruce suspected heâd been told to inform Danny so the boy could hide anything unsavouryâŠ.
Heâd known that was likely to happen when he told Jason his plans. Jason would tell Danny; his allegiances there were firmly (and worryingly quickly) established.
Telling Danny himself⊠there was a chance that Jason had been serious about it being a matter of protocol. A formal request, for contact with an inter-dimensional entity.
Despite that entity being present and active in Bruceâs own city without so much as a nod to the Bat. But then, Batman was not a ghost, despite what the goons liked to suppose.
Firmly marshalling his own suspicions, Bruce pulled out his phone to message the youngest Fenton.
Stopped.
Bruce Wayne didnât have the boyâs number. But Danny knew at least Nightwingâs identity; it was possible he knew them all.
He was going to Amity Park as Brucie Wayne, not Batman. But Brucie Wayne had no way to get the correct phone number. Unexpected contact from Batman was⊠well, expected, to an extent.
And his investigations would be handled and presented as Batman. Surely no one would challenge Brucie Wayne to a fight?
Mind made up, Bruce took his vigilante phone out and did a quick scan through his childrensâ updated contact lists. Most of them seemed to have been enjoying the company of the Amity Parkers; it wouldnât be hard to get Dannyâs contact information.
**
So. New year, new problems. Danny used to say it as a joke, but this year it was looking pretty darn literal.
Last year, for example, he hadnât had to worry about his parents finding out about his supposed âlove lifeâ from a magazine (that Jazz must have sent them after theyâd gone back to Amity Park, the traitor), and calling to hound him for details.
Heâd managed to talk them out of driving the GAV straight to Gotham to threaten Jason into âtreating him rightâ⊠which Jason thought was funny solely because he still didnât actually know how large Jack Fenton was, nor how intense Maddie could be.
He still thought of them as civilians, and maybe a little less than competent, thanks to the database and their zero capture record.
Maybe Danny was cultivating that ignorance specifically so he could watch the moment of truth in person. Sue him, it was funny.
Unfortunately, since the magazine had also included that the gala theyâd been âhooking upâ at had been to celebrate Jasonâs return from the dead, his mom had reached the halfa conclusion on her own. Danny had wanted to let Jason decide when to tell her, but that very first phone call the first words out of her mouth had been âDaniel James Fenton, have you met another halfa without telling us?â
And Danny had been so taken aback by them actually noticing anything (it was to do with ghosts, of course theyâd noticed, heâd kicked himself for days after) that sheâd taken his speechlessness as confirmation.
So.
They had that out of the way before they even said hi.
Despite Dannyâs firm assurances that he and Jason werenât actually dating, the papers were making the whole thing up (the photos hadnât helped, but his dad seemed to buy that heâd been. Trying to help Jason fix his shirt. After the rogue attack, yâknow), his parents had insisted on another call with Jason.
And Jazz. Because he had to introduce his sister to his new boyfriend too.
Jason had⊠taken it well? Hadnât gotten much of a word in edgewise, around Jack Fentonâs boisterous laughter and insistence that he come around some time soon. Heâd agreed with Danny that they definitely were not dating, which.
They werenât.
They just werenât.
They were just. Friends. Who hung out after classes in the evening. And texted all day. And told each other their deepest darkest soul secrets in like, a week after theyâd met.
Dannyâs mom had seemed a little more convinced by the end of the call, but still insisted Jason should come down to Amity Park anyway, to get to know the family.
Danny was still in denial about it being even a little bit helpful, but Jason had decided to drop the Fright Knight bomb right away. It was the actual real reason they were so close now, so it made sense as an explanation that wasnât them being partners or whatever.
(Danny still hated it. Resented he couldnât be trusted to just⊠have a friend. It always had to be something stupid and dramatic.
And he was totally offended by how immediately relieved his mom had been that heâd have someone âlooking after himâ. Like he wasnât a whole ass adult for years already, and the king of a realm for longer than that.)
And now he was gonna have to call them back, and probably get a message to Fright Knight, because Dannyâs newest problem was that Batman now had his phone number.
And was asking his permission to go to Amity Park to deal with the Anti-Ecto Acts.
(âBrucie Wayneâ was officially the one going for the Acts, the message only said that Batman would be escorting the billionaire and gathering evidence separately, but Danny wasnât fucking buying it.
And since Batman had his phone number and had used it, Tucker could technically get into Batmanâs phone and prove it. Like Constantine showing up at Wayne Manor left a shadow of a doubt.
But noooo, Danny knew all about dramatics and billionaires and their sketchy underground labs. He could play along.)
Which, technically, might wind up solving one of his biggest problems.
It was also gonna completely ruin all the work he and Jason had done persuading the Fentons they werenât dating; he could already hear his dad booming delightedly about meeting future in-laws. Because why else would Jasonâs dad go to visit?
Not like there were actual laws on the books declaring Danny as a mandatory extermination target. Or like the Justice League might finally have gotten their thumbs out of their asses and want to check in.
Clearly Dannyâs love life was the only thing that mattered.
At least he wouldnât have to worry about that crap from Frighty; all the ghosts were gonna know all about Danny and Jasonâs soul resonance (be still his beating fucking heart that was still ridiculous). He would have to let him know a superhero was gonna be in town though.
Actual ghosts werenât likely to mistake Batman for one of their own and these days most of Dannyâs rogue gallery was cool about not picking fights with humans without Fenton tech, but Danny figured better safe than sorry.
And.
Maybe.
Really wanted to see Batman and Fright Knight hang out. They were gonna totally love or totally hate each other, and either way he was a little sorry he was gonna miss it.
Unless he gave in and took time off class, kidnapped Jason from whatever work he did, and made the trip home⊠because heâd been direly warned that if he did show up without Jason, Jack Fenton would drive him back to Gotham personally. So, no. Nope. Not happening.
The long and the short of it was that instead of being blissfully free of his parents nagging him to visit until the summer, he was now fielding calls and texts demanding he come back home for March Break, at the latest. And bring Jason.
Mom wanted to âassess himâ, which was fucking terrifying and the more Jason didnât take it seriously the more Danny was tempted to actually make the trip. It would at least come with a defined end date. And force Jazz to take a break if she wanted to come too.
She at least had been less insistent on calling him every single day to bug him about it; probably because she was busy frying herself to death at university. Sheâd apologized for missing the group chat too, and the first family phone call, but it wasnât a huge surprise.
Jazz had had the helicopter parent firmly knocked out of her by double majors, which Danny used to think was a good thing. Now he considered it might actually be a sign she was⊠not cracking under the pressure? But not taking care of herself.
Hopefully it wouldnât return full force once she got some actual sleep and decent food in her.
Honestly, Danny wasnât unaware that this was the most normal his problems had ever been. Just a few years ago heâd have done anything but wish to Desiree that his biggest problem would be âmy parents think Iâm dating one of my friendsâ.
Right now it was looking pretty good too, actually. Because at this precise second, Dannyâs biggest problem was that he was running out of excuses not to talk to Nocturn.
***
Tim was beginning to think he had a bit of a crush on Tucker Foley. It was a surprise to him as much as anyone else; normally the kind of fawning adoration that tech geeks usually followed him with was an instant turn off. There was just⊠no point getting close to people who saw him as an idea, not a person.
And, frankly? The mere existence of Timblr probably would have been a red flag for anyone else. Sure, Tucker had closed it down, but it still existed - and Tucker Foley could have taken care of that easily.
The thing was⊠even under the hero worship heâd caught in Tuckerâs eyes when they were first introduced⊠well, Tucker wasnât exactly respectful to his heroes. That did tend to follow along with a friend in a teen hero career; everyone else was instantly less cool by association.
Tucker just plain wasnât a good fanboy. He hung on Timâs every word, right up until they started talking tech - the subject he most admired Tim for. Didnât admire him enough not to cut him off half way through an explanation, call an idea âarchaicâ, or ask if Tim was serious.
(And okay, once or twice he hadnât been; just testing his technical chops.)
The thing was, Tucker wasnât only a genius with regular technology, he was a prodigy in an entirely new field of software and occult collusion, and he knew it. He was delighted to upgrade Timâs systems (although Danny would still need to do the full ecto-infusions; Tucker could interface, but didnât produce his own ectoplasm), and more than happy to point out everywhere they needed improving.
Tim genuinely respected his opinion, which wasnât a distinction he gave to many people whoâd never worn a cape; heâd already ccâd the other, Lucius Fox, into his and Tuckerâs email chains. (Lucius was very enthusiastic about the oncoming apprenticeship - for him.)
And Tucker was funny, allergic to personal privacy, and⊠well, Tim was pretty sure heâd felt those first twinges when, as promised, he tagged Tucker in to help interrogate the Riddler.
Digitally, obviously. With Tuckerâs classes starting back up and the New Years hangovers finally clearing the board, the next time they saw each other in person might be upsettingly far out. But Tucker had cheerfully hacked his way into Gotham PDâs systems and made himself comfortable while Red Robin and Batwoman waited for Riddler to be brought in.
Tim had so few pure pleasures in his life, but watching Kate try to keep a straight face when the interrogation roomâs speakers began blasting what was essentially a stripper theme perfect for Eddie Nygma the second the door closed?
Riddler had been utterly baffled as well, talking over the beginning until they reached the chorus, where the singer practically spelled out his name. His stunned silence had given way to a burst of offended protest that was entirely undercut by the way his fingers kept time.
As the teen hero in the room, Red Robin was allowed to snicker at him, but Batwoman had to pretend to be an adult about it.
And when the first song ended, silence had fallen for what must have been a perfectly calculated fifteen seconds, and then the Jeopardy theme began playing.
Of course, soundtracking hadnât been Tuckerâs only contribution to the interrogation, just Timâs favourite. Red Robin had the tablet from the gala back from evidence, from which Tucker had cheerfully admitted in Matrix style scrolling green text that heâd been the one back-hacking Nygmaâs files⊠and locking him out of them.
And replacing every single link Nygma had clicked from the night of the gala to the day Batwoman hauled him in to a random page from Riddles.com, which Riddler had declared a new vendetta against every time anyone would listen. It was beautiful.
Robins were professionally annoying, it was part natural talent on all of their parts (except Damian) and part intensive training on how to disrupt thought patterns and push people into mistakes. Tucker could have led the class, and Tim had been overtaken by a powerful urge to kiss the smug grin he could feel through Tuckerâs text straight off his face.
Of course, Tim had a boyfriend. And had been overtaken more than once by similar urges for almost every one of his friends, when they did something brilliant.
Steph called it oral fixation, Tim preferred positive reinforcement. Conner found the whole thing extremely funny, especially since Tucker still stumbled over his words if Conner was so much as looking at him.
Which made all of his siblings trying to tease him about Tuckerâs âcrushâ on Tim look ridiculous, by the way. Tucker Foley was not a subtle man; he couldnât even string a sentence together around someone he actually liked.
He could string plenty of sentences together around Tim, the two of them could finish each othersâ half the time.
(He wasnât upset about Tuckerâs obvious interest in Conner either; Tim knew damn well his boyfriend was an incredible catch and he was lucky to have him. Tuckerâs crush was just⊠peer review.)
Already he was counting down the days until March Break, when Tucker was going to visit in person again. Honestly, he might push to get a zeta put in nearer to MIT in the meantime.
It wasnât like the institute was never targeted by supervillains, it would just be practical.
But Tim himself couldnât suggest that now, because then all of his siblings would jump on the Tucker thing and heâd never hear the end of it. It was a dilemma⊠because even if Conner or Danny could just go and pick him up again, zeta was just faster.
It had nothing to do with missing time that Conner and Tucker were bonding, or being a puppy waiting for his master to come home, whatever Steph said.
(And honestly, Tucker Foley? Not exactly commanding âmasterâ material. Until he was talking about his area of expertise. Then he was certain and confident and got this really attractive gleam in his eyeâŠ)
The quickest solution would be getting all of Team Phantom officially involved in the Justice League, of course. Then he wouldnât even need to suggest it; close zeta access was vital for all of the heroes.
But Team Phantom couldnât join the League until Phantomâs existence was no longer illegal. So they had to dismantle the Anti Ecto Acts. Bruce was investigating the GIW, and planning what he probably thought was a secret trip to Amity Park, but none of it was happening fast enough for Tim⊠because it probably wouldnât be done by March Break. In two months.
Heâd broken more than just the American government in two months; all it took was the right leverage. And a complete lack of self restraint.
So, yâknow, Tim had a new side project in and around his other Gotham cases. All he needed was a house and then senate majority, and they could get those laws repealed the second the government came back from break.
Lois Lane was already working on the story, Clark would probably join Bruce in Amity Park (whether he knew Bruce was there or not) for interviews. There was only so much public pressure could do though, and that never worked fast enough either.
Not compared to Timâs preferred methods. He liked the personal touch.
****
Fun fact, slower core formation? Had not meant slower ghost powers. Not in Jasonâs case, anyway; not even a week after his core came in, a coffee cup had slipped straight through his hand and shattered on the floor.
Heâd stopped handling Alfredâs good china that day, mindful of Dannyâs many horror stories about the school labâs glassware. Alfred hadnât actually questioned it, although heâd gotten a couple of raised eyebrows when he slid a junk mug toward the kettle.
It was just a good thing heâd already cut down patrolling; heâd been planning to take a step back anyway for a while. Just until he got the balance right between being Red Hood and the newly resurrected Jason Todd.
Heâd had to stop entirely, at least until he got the intangibility under control. Sure, becoming temporarily impervious to weapons would be convenient when he got to choose when it switched off or on. Phasing various limbs half way through solid surfaces and getting stuck though?
No.
Not a chance in Hell. That was not an acceptable risk.
Invisibility had started not long after, which had definitely complicated his trips to the manor; all the bats were good, but vanishing completely out of the blue? That would raise comment.
The good news was that the glacierfrost seemed to be helping there too; either because of the ecto in the ice, or just keeping his emotions regulated, which kept the powers from acting up. Jason wasnât taking unnecessary risks, but heâd noticed that for at least a couple hours after a hit, he was in more control.
Intentionally turning the powers on was still a struggle, but apparently thatâd just get better with time. And probably fighting - that was the common denominator under all his ghost problems.
Ghost Fight Club was officially starting the second heâd got the transformation down, but how exactly they were going to try and trigger that in a controlled environment was still⊠less clear than Jason would like.
Theyâd have to work it out soon though; the only other ability that was likely to kick in before he could transform was flight, according to Danny. Time was a-tickinâ.
And⊠alright. It wasnât like Jason was sat at home every night; that was what he and Danny were doing after school now that theyâd cut back to at least a couple days a week. A little practice on budding ghost powers, with backup.
âSurveying his hauntâ was what Danny called it, but it basically meant Danny going ghost and Jason putting on a domino he claimed he borrowed from Dick, and the two of them bouncing around the Alley. And occasionally Danny pushing him off roofs to see if flight had kicked in yet.
(It hadnât, but he still had his grapples, and refused to let Danny rescue him from his own bullshit.)
Sensing the cityâs natural ecto had gotten much easier with his core fully developed, and Danny was teaching him how to mark it with his own. Pittyâs ongoing corruption was fucking it up though; it was still producing corrupted ectoplasm, and actually more of it now that they were both whole.
(Jason had started sleeping with Frostbiteâs ghost succulent next to his pillow. That was how heâd noticed the new blue glow, which he still meant to ask about. It was still firm and strong, and it⊠didnât feel sick?)
Corrupted ecto reeked so strongly of that corruption that it was completely useless for anything else, apparently. So until they finally finished purging Pitty, what all their little adventures actually amounted to was tagging.
Danny made them special ecto-spray-paint, and they spent the nights finding weirder and weirder corners to spray a little mark onto. Jason would have liked to use something to do with Red Hood, for the symmetry, but. Well. He hadnât worked out how to have that conversation yet.
Heâd been making do with little ghost doodles. It had been years since heâd done any real graffiti art, but it was like riding a bike, and the ecto sprayed really well. A cartoon ghost wasnât all that hard anyway; an elongated little blob, occasionally with little fangs or unattached clawed hands.
Heâd been going for something like an Among Us bean, but Danny had declared that he was drawing Pitty, and well⊠it stuck. Doodling little Pit ghosts was the order of the day, ranging from cute little Pittys (modelling good behaviour, Danny called it) or vicious little bastards, depending on how both Jason and Pitty had been that day.
Because that was definitely one piece of good news, in with all the bullshit new ghost powers was causing. Before heâd felt surges of rage, the moments where the Pit was reaching out and trying to affect him. Universally bad, aggressive, and violent, pre-Danny.
He could kinda feel it all the time now, like a heated scarf draped over his body, or the constant breathing of a dog just behind his ear. It was quiet mostly, and he was beginning to suspect it had cost more energy than heâd ever expected for it to reach out to him at all.
For all that heâd worried about it being too much like raising a kid, it⊠well, the nice way to say it was probably that it wasnât that bright. It could talk to him in ghostspeak, kind of; most of what he actually heard felt like emotional reactions, closer to speaking through auras than words despite how much itâd felt like it was crawling up his throat.
The Pit could handle basic concepts, recognised Dannyâs name, but other than that? It mostly seemed to follow Jasonâs emotional lead⊠and then dial it up to eleven. Which, yeah, was exactly what heâd been scared of when he thought it might be like, a whole ass person. Toddlers were terrifying little sponges.
Jasonâs experience of kids wasnât exactly what heâd call normal, sure, but Pitty was reminding him less of a kid and more and more of some kind of small and bitey animal.
Which, yâknow, was a relief. Sort of. It wasnât like he could fuck up an animal in the same way as he could a kid. Nowhere near the same level of responsibility.
Just. When he thought about the pit rage, the idea of it being attached to something which literally had fangs and claws was not exactly reassuring. Even at the size of a chihuahua.
A little impromptu art therapy while they marked his haunt wasnât exactly helping with that part, but it wasnât hurting. And he was trying to explain that feeling bad was not actually dangerous or harmful⊠via spray paint.
He was only about 70% sure that Pitty could see.
But it got him out and about, kept him in shape at least for swinging from roof tops, and gave him an excuse to hang out with Danny. It did involve actively avoiding anything heâd normally investigate (at least until he had a reasonable explanation⊠or brought up the Red Hood thing)⊠but it felt good. It was soothing.
Even knowing full well heâd made plans, prepared extensively, still had his guys making sure the Alley was safe and all was well, he still found himself itching to patrol on the nights he stayed in.
He could only assume that was part of the whole Haunt thing; he had good people working under him, and a couple of bright lieutenants that while heâd never let them wear the hood, he was comfortable giving them some solo enforcement missions to keep the fear of Red Hood in everyoneâs hearts. All relevant parties, anyway.
Luckily he still had the library project as a convenient excuse for the bats. It kept them off his ass, and Jason could admit that it probably wouldnât have taken much to persuade him to take a night run.
And get his ass stuck half way through some fucking wall somewhere, or lose a foot to a rooftop, and need to break himself free or call Danny in the fucking suit. Nope.
(Heâd been tempted to let his family think he was saving his nights for Danny, which wasnât even completely untrue; Danny wasnât over every night anymore, not with his school schedule, but if he wasnât over they texted.
Jason had begun saving a meme folder just for things to show Danny, which had quickly absorbed his full folder for death jokes and just kept going. Danny was going to be a very supportive âfatherâ for their fake pit-kid, and had clearly been stockpiling dad jokes to send back.)
Honestly though, Jason was just relieved heâd already planned to slow the vigilante side for a while in the wake of his official revival; there was a lot that had to be done to come back from the dead, and a lot more he could do with official Wayne backing for areas of Crime Alley that Hood couldnât touch.
Heâd even let some of the bats in on those plans before Danny showed up; it wasnât a surprise that he wasnât patrolling. They were mostly leaving him alone about it, although Dick had offered to pop his Red Hood gear on and run a couple of patrols if things got too rowdy.
Jason had told him to fuck off, then got his street kids spreading the rumour that Hood was gearing up for something big. Let people think that the momentary quiet was just the first rumbles for an oncoming storm.
Hell, let them think Hood was in cahoots with Jason Todd-Wayne; that or preparing to run him out of the Alley. Let both of his lives work together for a while. The rumours shut half the fucking low-level dealers up; no one was pushing anything within three blocks of his territory, in case Hood was planning an expansion.
Thatâd boil over after a while and bite him in the ass if he didnât go and kick something down, but for now it worked. He had so much to do for the library, for the new shelters from the Wayne foundation, for the soup kitchens. He actually was pretty busy, even on his nights in.
Fuck, heâd even taken time to hang out with the actual Alley kids, as Jason and Hood. The mouthy little shits kept him grounded, and maybe heâd tried it as a trial run for Pitty, but since that wasnât gonna be the same problem heâd kept it up as a test of his own patience.
Which had. Very abruptly. Become the cause of one of his biggest concerns. Because the biggest change since his core came in had actually taken him a couple more days to notice.
Because now, Jason could see the fingerprints of the new entity.
That hadnât been fun to work out; heâd been intentionally taking it slow until his core formed. Part of him had been sorta hoping to be able to just avoid anything that might set them both off until the Pit was ready to pop out on its own. Nothing related to the new case he couldnât start, nothing related to the Joker or pits or any of that shit.
So when some of the kids had been showing up with some weird shadowy smudge on their clothes, heâd assumed it was the usual Gotham grime. They claimed not to see it, he threw them at the laundry room and cussed them out, it always came off.
Now the Curse, the Curse was staying out of Crime Alley entirely. Heâd seen it during the day once or twice, a shadow attached where it shouldnât be, a flicker over Damian or Timâs shoulder. He always knew when the Curse was around now, a frosty fog filled his lungs whenever it was close.
(Danny had called it his âghost senseâ, which was lame but Jason didnât have a better idea.)
And those smudges didnât have the same kind of ozone-aftertaste that the Curse left in his mouth.
And then one of his girls, maybe seven years old, had come in with that same kind of smeared shadow sticking through soft black hair. Heâd had some sharp fucking words with the older kids about that, he didnât expect them to stay pristine at all times, but for fucks sake it was clumping.
Basic hygiene fucking mattered on the street, none of them could afford a proper de-matting or even a decent razor to shave their heads, so Jason had instilled the importance of bare-minimum finger combing in every one of them years ago. You could live with a fucking rug dragging at your skull, but it made absolutely everything harder.
Heâd sat the girl on a stool and washed her hair in a bucket himself, while repeating the same fucking lecture to the other girls. Noticed half way through that while the sticky shit was indeed washing out of her hair, it wasnât being broken down by the soap.
It was clinging to him instead, seeping into the creases of his fingers and under his nails. Heâd tried not to visibly react, giving her a last rinse and wrapping her hair in a towel-hat that she didnât stop touching for the next forty minutes, fucking it up a dozen times.
The smudgy crap had washed off his hands eventually, but when he saw Danny the next day heâd visibly backed up a few steps, then given Jason about six shots of ecto because his was apparently rancid again. No prizes for spotting the connection, and from there it was obvious.
And then heâd seen Harley the next day, that same smudgy crap a handprint around her fucking throat, and heâd seen red. Hot, angry, blood red, and it not being green had startled the life out of him.
(Harley noticed. Duh. It was her thing. And while Jason couldnât just tell her some malevolent fucking entity made from her shitty ex was crawling through the city, heâd been as honest as he could be.
Harley definitely couldnât see the smudges. Danny hadnât had any answers or way to make it stop fucking touching people.)
Hypothetically, this was all gonna be good in the end. Itâd make things easier, being able to see and track this shitstainâs work.
It did not feature in his âdonât get pissed off or think about workâ plan.
It was just faintly possible that obsession, self flagellation, and a desire to be personally responsible for fucking everything might be more than just Bruceâs problem. Could maybe be a family affair.
Jason made more pies. Occasionally narrating what he was doing aloud, half for Pittyâs benefit and half for Dannyâs when the little shit was crashing on his couch.
It was fine. He was coping. Another couple weeks, Danny reckoned, and Pitty would be out of his body and he could get back to his fucking life.
With a pet Pit ghost in tow, apparently, but if the worst came to the worst he could fucking soup the thing once it was outside him.
(He was also going to teach Danny to make soup. Proper soup. On principle.)
**
Preparing for his trip to Amity Park had taken longer than Bruce had expected. Not least because Alfred had finally run out of patience, and sentenced him to bedrest for the next 12 hours after he returned from the Justice League meeting lest he unlock the tranquilizer guns and give his children free reign.
In the old days, when heâd just become Batman, Bruce had assumed Alfred would never be able to catch him anyway. Heâd been cocky and confident in his skills, and often ignored Alfredâs demands.
And yet the man always seemed to know, raising a disapproving eyebrow at Bruce every time heâd slipped back into the room just before Alfred made his rounds.
And then Steph came into his life, and Bruce learned all too fast that Alfred had merely been waiting for appropriate safeguards. That was three kids along of course, but by now Bruce knew exactly why it had been Steph Alfred had waited for.
His relationship with Dick was too tumultuous. While Dick never feared Bruce and was perfectly happy to join Alfred in nagging and bossing him around, by the time Dick moved out Bruce had half expected to only see his son at Justice League meetings, if at all.
They were different men, and Dick had always had an anger in him that Bruce couldnât fathom. Heâd mastered it, his control very rarely slipping, but⊠Bruce had trained Dick himself, and he was one of a very short list of people that Bruce had no concrete backup plan for.
Nothing but hope to make him cocky with the first attack, and pray the second caught him off guard.
His relationship with Dick hadnât improved until Tim came into his life⊠and helped him get his head out of his ass.
Jason? Jason had been an angel. A scruffy, beaten down angel with badly bruised wings when Bruce first picked him up, but heâd flourished in Wayne Manor. Heâd taken to Robin with joy and enthusiasm, but had more devotion to his studies than any of Bruceâs kids before or since.
Heâd even stay in to study for tests, and if things had been different⊠perhaps heâd have been the one to break Bruceâs obsession with his night life.
But Bruce had begun taking that good heart for granted, pushed when he should have listened, and sent Jason to his death.
Tim had a hard enough time keeping Bruce from killing himself, along with anyone who stood in the way of his mission. He was a solemn, serious little boy from the start, and though Dick took a more active role this time around and declared himself a big brother (possibly to spite Bruce)⊠well.
It had to be Steph.
Steph, who would vehemently deny being one of his from whoa to go, was just like all of his children; a feral little gremlin. But Steph had that one more element too, the one which young Dick had had in spades but pulled back from with Bruce years before.
Steph liked to have fun.
Tim treated Bruce as a mission just as much as Gotham was Bruceâs, and Dick had never forgiven him for Jason. Or the fights that went before. Neither could pick up a Nerf gun and hunt him through the city in pure play in those days.
Until Steph gave them the guns, of course. Now any and every one of his children would happily take a tranq gun from Alfred and merrily stalk him through the manor and city at large, and even to the Watchtower if he tempted fate (and Tim).
Bruce was powerless against them, although pride warred with frustration every single time one of them managed to drug him to sleep. Heâd trained them well. Well enough that theyâd put what was right over what he wanted, that none of them were even a little afraid of him.
Heâd planted the seeds of his own destruction.
So when heâd seen Duke and Dick hanging âcasuallyâ around the halls while Alfred escorted him to bed, heâd resigned himself to twelve hours of rest.
Heâd slept for sixteen. And woke feeling much better, to his own chagrin. His head felt clearer, the migraine almost gone, and the sudden swoops of nausea had finally begun to pass.
He still had odd moments, especially when heâd been on the computer planning the trip to Amity Park for too long, but heâd reluctantly agreed with Alfred. He needed to fully recover from his concussion; that meant rest. And taking days and weeks instead of hours.
Amity Park would still be there, after all. He couldnât get back the years theyâd been late. Heâd had to concede another two weeks.
Zatanna had also demanded an explanation for why he was suddenly interested in the town - luckily the Anti-Ecto Acts provided a sufficient cover. They were even most of the reason he was going.
She could also see the gravity of the situation, and offered to put him in touch with some local specialists who claimed to have tech that would keep him from being possessed. Specialists named âFentonâ. Because of course they were.
Sheâd offered him a ward as well, but mostly in jest. She knew how Bruce felt about magic, and had told him science was on the table almost immediately.
Bruce knew full well it wasnât a coincidence. Formerly regarded as quacks, the Fentons had been featured prominently in all of their Amity Park news sources. Usually as menaces and a hazard to society, which aligned with what the Mansons had told him.
Still, their actions had nothing to do with the character of their son. Danny Phantom had been Amity Parkâs protector for six years, although heâd not had many serious ghosts to fight for the last three.
As Foley had claimed, the ghosts seemed to have settled into a status of local nuisance that was oddly aligned with the Fentons senior; loud, intrusive, and often an inconvenience to your day, but not the threats to life, limb, or infrastructure that had characterised the first years after the portal opened.
Amity Parkâs general consensus seemed to be that Danny Phantom had tamed the ghosts, won over the Fentons, and quite efficiently saved the day. He hadnât been sighted there much in the past year, but that was because heâd been in Gotham.
In school. Finally being able to study and look towards his future.
His main heroic endeavours in the last three years of his career had involved the same GIW, the Ghost Investigation Ward that Foley had told Tim about. They unfortunately had not followed the general trend of de-escalation⊠although they had been rather subdued in the last year.
It felt different to Bruce, though. Incidents were less frequent, but those occurrences where they did find a ghost had become markedly more violent. The decreased frequency seemed to have lulled the townsfolk into believing they were also less of a threat, but the problem with pushing your enemies into a corner was how much more dangerous a cornered animal became.
There was something worrying happening with the GIW, that would have borne looking into even if he wasnât also looking to understand Danny better. Preparing everything heâd need for the official investigation was most of what had slowed him down.
Of course, he was going to Amity Park as Brucie Wayne, not as Batman. Vlad Mastersâ friendship was going to help him there; the man had been delighted to invite him down for the weekend when Bruce had reached out.
A little faked enthusiasm for football and interest in Vladâs favourite team and he was a seemingly completely open book. He was more than happy to give Brucie the grand tour of his little town, and even promised a personal escort from the airport.
Bruce was beginning to suspect that getting away from the man might be more of a challenge, although he was another potentially useful source of information on the Amity Park situation.
Not that Masters was a particularly high priority source. But Bruce could admit he may have been hasty to dismiss his views on Danny as being biased, and as mayor he should know something about the GIW operations in his city⊠and given how many contracts with the agency could be traced back to his companies in the early days of the agencyâs formations, he would be a much more serious subject for investigation than a source.
The good news was, everything was now in place. He had Dannyâs permission and would be flying down to Amity Park in a matter of hours, and had already bought out the entire top floor of a local hotel, so he should have plenty of privacy to operate from.
With any luck, being able to set things in motion to repeal the Anti-Ecto Acts could also be a first step towards patching things up with Jason⊠and with Danny. No matter what conclusions Bruce came to in Amity Park, the Justice League owed Danny Phantom a serious apology, and the Infinite Realms some swift action.
Their negligence could have sparked an inter-dimensional war, and nearly had cost a young man his future. Bruce was self aware enough to admit that the guilt of that knowledge was a major factor in why he hadnât spoken to Danny face to face again.
Yet.
At least Danny had given him permission to visit and explore his haunt. That had to count for something.
He was going to apologize. Probably after giving Jason the proper apology his son so richly deserved. Perhaps Jason would even be willing to help him work out how to properly apologize to Danny too; Bruce wasnât good at apologies at the very best of times, but Harley had made it explicitly clear that he was going to be getting in a lot of practice.
**
Now, ya can call Harley Quinn a lot of things (and people definitely have), but one thing she ainât despite the goofball act? Stupid.
Somethinâ was up in Gotham, somethinâ one heck of a lot weirder than all the weird shit that had marked her time in the city.
Oh, sheâd gone anâ had another word with Brucie after Waylon told her how Jasonâd had to leave through the roof after his talk with Constantine.
(Sheâd hunt Johnny-boy down later too, probably just after he decided she wasnât gonna come for âim and stopped hiding, but odds on? Brucieâs fault, and Connie was just his unfortunate messenger.)
The thing was, heâd decided to sicc Johnny on poor Jason before theyâd had their little talk, so by the time she caught him again he was already all downcast and shamefaced. Already admitting he done fucked up.
And it just wasnât satisfyinâ to kick him while he was down, anâ while he was already tryinâ. Heâd even decided on his own to leave both boys alone for now, to let things cool down before tryinâ again.
Now, Mama Quinzel didnât raise no dummy, she could see a million ways olâ Brucieâs plan to go and try anâ fix Amity Park for Danny was gonna go wrong. But she wasnât an expert at this ghost business, so she didnât pretend to be.
She did exactly what sheâd told Brucie to do; consulted an actual expert.
She asked Sammy and Jazzy, Dannyâs big sis who was just a real darlinâ, in their group chat (which had been popping off since Sammy was a lil sweetheart and set it up for âem; Jazzy-boo was of doinâ all kinds of neurological shit but sheâd read some psych textbooks in her day, and Harley loved watching a self taught student grow). Anâ then she hunted down Jason and Danny, to ask âem directly.
Which had been when sheâd got her first clue that somethinâ was up; when Jason looked at her like she was still wearinâ a certain other clownâs paint, all stiff and locked up and full of anger.
See, thatâd happened before. When they first met, him fresh outta the grave, her fresh outta Hell. When heâd asked if she and Joker were really through, anâ sheâd told him hell yeah.
When heâd asked if sheâd get in his way of killing the asshole.
That anger, all tight anâ tense anâ burstinâ had been wrapped around his throat then, chokinâ him on it. It was cooler now, more human, more like somethinâ the sweet lil sunshine child who could melt her heart with his tears could feel.
It still wasnât, yaâknow, in the vague vicinity of healthy, but sheâd seen Jason Todd about to lose his shit before. Anâ his hands shook when he touched her, when he asked what the hell sheâd done to her neck.
Harleyâd taken a good long look in several bathroom mirrors since. There was nothinâ she could see there, but Harley Quinn had been a short term guest in more than one Hell. There was plenty of shit she was all too happy not ta see.
Then there was olâ Harvey. Sheâd run him down fasterân the bats, because she wasnât also chasinâ Riddler, Great White Shark, at least three new plots from olâ Pengy, or a suspiciously quiet and freshly escaped Scarecrow.
Two-Face had been all quiet anâ polite since his heist on the young Mr Toddâs party went tits up, so heâd flown under their radar.
Not hers.
Harley always made time for her old friends.
And Harvey had been weird too. Twitchy, on edge, jumpinâ at shadows. That happened if he thought the olâ Bat was after âim, but heâd had no reason to think that. Anâ for all heâd flipped his little coin and played up the bit, Harley knew when her friends were off.
Something had put Harvey on edge. Stuffed a bee up his ass and made him all snappy.
Heâd even tried to pull a gun! On her! His sweet, darlinâ, perfectly loveable and innocent Harleen!
So, yaâknow, when sheâd touched ground again anâ heâd run outta bullets, sheâd knocked it outta his hands before he could reload and reminded him there were more than just Bats to fear. There was also her bat.
Anâ by the time they were both all tired out and slumped against each other to order smoothies, heâd admitted he didnât know why heâd decided to go fer young Jason. To attack their buddy Brucieâs boy.
Now, Harley wasnât sure Harvey knew silly olâ Brucie was the Big Bad Bat. She suspected he did, somewhere, in the part of him he hid from all the unpleasantness.
If he knew, he was repressinâ it real deep.
But heâd seen word of the gala, anâ something inside him went dark, and heâd flipped a coin. Got all sorts of plastic explosive of all things ready to really give Gotham a show they wouldnât forget.
Anâ then when it was time to roll out, nunna his carsâd start. Anâ heâd flipped the coin again. And stayed home.
She snagged the detonators on his explosives on the way out, on principle. There were some rules after all, and while the Bats could certainly handle anythinâ olâ Harvey could build, he shouldnâa shot at her.
Harley Quinn was officially out of the rogue game, but that had nothinâ ta do with shit disturbing. She was beginning to wonder though.
Somethinâ was weird in Gotham, a kinda energy in the streets that wasnât the same black stubbornness sheâd known and loved. Somethinâ that felt a little nastier. A little closer to biting.
Now, Harley Quinn was a lotta things. She also wasnât a lotta the things everyone else thought she was.
She was no quitter. She was no fool. She was no coward to turn tail from some nasty vibes. She might still be a teensy weensy bit mentally disturbed, as you say, but she had her shit together.
Anâ she knew when somethinâ else was tryinâ ta play with her head.
Much as she loved Gotham like a second home, she was beginninâ ta wonder if she shouldnât head back to Pammy anâ let their mystery of who was givinâ Coney Island a hard time sit with the Bats.
ââââââ
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Busted
Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous (I combined two requests into one)
Synopsis: you lie to Sam and Dean to have a night off, but what happens when you get caught?
A/N: this oneâs short too, I think Iâm running out of steam đ
âI think Iâm gonna sit this one out.â
Sam and Dean shared a look, then turned in unison to stare at you.
âYouâŠdonât want to go on the hunt?â Sam questioned.
âAre you dying?â
You rolled your eyes, âNo Dean, Iâm just really tired. Can I please stay here? Itâs a simple job, you donât really need me.â
Dean shrugged.
âIâŠguess if thatâs what you want.â
The second the boys were out the door, you ran to your bag and started to get ready, before texting your date that you were ready. He arrived not ten minutes later, straddling a motorcycle and sporting a brown leather jacket.
You stepped out of the motel room and stared hesitantly at the bike.
âYou want me to get on that?â
âIs that a problem?â He grinned.
You snatched up the helmet he offered you and climbed into the bike.
âNot at all.â
âŠ
âShe never turns down a hunt.â
âI know.â
âSheâs not just tired. Something really has to be wrong.â
âI know, Sam. Thatâs why weâre gonna do this job fast and get back there as soon as we can.â
âŠ
It was turning out to be the best night ever. Your date had taken you to a carnival that was only in town for the weekend, and heâd let you drag him on almost ever ride. Heâd even won you a giant stuffed monkey, and heâd carried it for you the whole night.
He walked you to your motel door when the night was over, promising to text you when he got home.
âGreat,â you replied. âAndâŠand maybe we could try this again some time?â
He leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You didnât. He kissed you, bringing up a hand to hold the back of your neck.
âI think thatâs a great idea,â he whispered as he pulled away.
You blushed, taking the monkey from his hands and waving as he mounted his motorcycle and drove away.
âŠ
âWhere could she possibly have gone?â
âFor the last time Dean, I donât know,â Sam ran a hand over his face.
âI mean, itâs not like she-â Dean fell silent as the door began to open, and you stepped inside, too intent on giggling at your phone to notice your two brothers gaping at you.
You typed for a moment, a dreamy smile on your face, before you looked up and jumped back in surprise.
âSam, Dean! YouâŠumâŠyouâre back early.â
âI donât know about early,â Dean frowned at you. âIâd say right on time.â
âOh, yeah. I was just-just outside for, you know, a breather.â
âRight,â Dean scoffed. âWhich is why you look like youâve been through a car wash.â
You cringed. Between your wind-whipped hair and the fact that your date had gotten you into the dunking booth, you knew there was no getting out of this.
âYeah, and who were you texting when you came in?â You let out a cry of protest when Sam snatched your phone out of your hand.
âWho is it?â Dean demanded.
âNot sure,â Sam frowned. âShe has him in here as âSecretâ, with a little heart.â
âYeah, secret, as in ânon of your dang businessâ,â you scoffed, grabbing for your phone, but Sam held it high out of your reach.
âItâs our business when we come back and youâre gone,â Dean grumbled.
âYeah and you get back looking likeâŠthat,â Sam gestures to your disheveled state. âSeriously, where were you?â
âNowhere,â you crossed your arms stubbornly.
âFine then,â Sam started going through your texts.
âHey!â You tried to grab your phone again, but Sam moved out of the way, Dean stepping between you two.
âIf youâre gonna give us a heart attack like that, this is what you get,â Dean grunted.
âOk, Iâll tell you!â
Sam looked up from the phone, but didnât hand it back to you.
âI was at a carnival, ok?â
âAnd whoâs Secret?â Dean questioned. You didnât answer.
Sam started to scroll through your phone again, so you interrupted him.
âOk, ok!â You huffed. âHeâs this guy that I met at school, ok? He asked me to the carnival, and I went.â
âThis guy,â Dean probed. âIs he a jerk?â
âWhat?â You scoffed. âWhy would you-â
âBecause you didnât tell us,â Sam explained.
âNo, ok? Heâs not a jerk,â you rolled your eyes. âI just knew you guys would be freaks about this.â
âFreaks? Weâre not-â you cut Dean off with a look, and he relented. âYeah ok, maybe weâd overreact a little.â
âLook, I know you were nervous, but you canât just leave like that without telling us,â Sam insisted. âAnything couldâve happened, and we wouldnât have even known where to start looking.â
âIâm sorry,â you studied your feet, finally realizing that you kinda screwed up. How freaked out would you have been if youâd gotten home and the boys were gone?
âJust donât ever do it again,â Dean grumbled as Sam handed you your phone back. âOh, and if that guy does anything, just let me know.â
You rolled your eyes.
âYeah yeah, right,â you brushed past your brothers and headed for the shower, but Deanâs voice stopped you again.
âOh, and youâre so grounded.â
âDean!â
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đ«Ice Cream?đ«
âšPairing: Hongjoong x gn!reader âšPrompt: The two of you get stuck in the elevator together âšWord Count: 1.1k âšGenre: fluff, non idol au, you're partners, stuck in an elevator âïžAuthors Note: I'm trying to become better at writing people flirting and being cute together and idk if I managed or notđ
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"Well shit..." Hongjoong uttered staring at the little screen that now was stuck between the number 4 and 5.
"Yeah you could say that again... Did the elevator seriously break right now?" You muttered irritatedly.
The two of you had been out shopping for a nice evening inside watching a new tv series you had started together and eat delicious food.
Hongjoong squeezed your hand, trying to calm down his own nerves at the thought of being stuck in an elevator. You made the call to press the emergency button and let it ring until someone down at the reception finally answered.
"Hello? What seems to be the problem?" The man down at the reception asked.
"Me and Hongjoong are stuck in the elevator, we're between floor 4 and 5. Do you think you could call someone to come fix this and get us out of here?" You questioned and you could hear the person picking up another phone and making the call to the janitors office. After a while the receptionist came back to you and Hongjoong.
"I've spoken to the janitors and they will be here in about 20 to 25 minutes. They're at another complex right now fixing a leak. They're almost done and will get here as soon as they can. Try not to panic and just stay calm until then okay?"
With that the call ended and your boyfriend let out a loud groan when he realized how long the two of you had to wait for the janitors to come.
"It's gonna be fine Joongie, it's not that long I promise! Then we will be back in our apartment, in our cozy sofa with our food and snacks and tv serie." You tried cheering him up by bringing his hand up to your lips giving it a small kiss.
"I know but now my surprise for you is ruined." He whines complaining looking like a kicked puppy with his big sad eyes and pouty mouth.
"Surprise?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at him
"Yeah I had gotten a surprise for you." He sighs and instructs you to close your eyes stating that he cannot allow it to be ruined.
Hongjoong rummaged around until he found the two ice creams he had bought without your knowledge earlier. The two of you had seen them earlier last week and both had wanted to try them someday and he had hoped that today would be the perfect day to end it with eating some ice cream.
He opened your ice cream first and made sure you had a steady grip on it before opening his own.
"You can open your eyes now love." He said and his smile grew as you opened them and saw the ice cream of your choice.
"You got us ice creams!! Hongjoong!!" You couldn't believe he managed to buy them without you noticing it. You were beaming at him, elated he had bought just the flavor you had wanted to try after skimming through all of the flavors the first time you saw all of the ice creams.
"I wanted it to be a surprise for after dinner but I guess it will be a before dinner surprise." He said as he bumped his own ice cream against yours.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!" You chuckle mirroring his action before taking a small bite out of the ice cream.
"Oh wow this is really good!" You say with wide eyes and your boyfriend just shrugs
"I think I can do better." He admits before holding his ice cream towards you with a motion asking if you wanted to try his which you do, leaning forward to take a little bite, humming in appreciation.
"Yours were great as well! And what you think you can make better ice cream than this?" You question as he tries yours, humming in delight as well.
"Well yeah, it can't be that hard to make good ice cream. Just tell me which flavors you want and I'll make it for you." He says with that slight cocky smirk on his face.
"Is this some sort of challenge towards me or do you just want my attention?" You question wondering if this was his way of saying he wants to spend more time with you doing silly stuff.
"Maybe."
"Okay then how about you make me a good blueberry ice cream and also another one which has the flavor of a mango?" You tell him.
Hongjoong nods as he finishes his ice cream, putting the stick in the bag for now. He takes some step forward so he's close. You look at him as you finish your own ice cream, no matter how many times you see him his beauty never fails to stun you.
Especially his eyes, they're always so kind and filled with so much love each time he looks at you that it almost takes your breath away.
"May I kiss you?" He asks shyly.
You nod towards him, that's another part of him that you absolutely love. He always asks if it's okay for him to kiss you before he does.
He leans in capturing your lips in a heated kiss pushing you back towards the wall of the elevator. Your arms sneak around his shoulders as the two of you enjoy the silence and the intimacy of said kiss.
After a while the two of you ended the kiss, Hongjoong resting his forehead against yours, his eyes looking at you with so much love.
"You're so beautiful you know that right? The love of my life, my inspiration, my muse." He whispered lovingly causing you to break eye contact with him for a second.
"You really have your way with words Joongie. I really adore you so much, I wish I could show that more."
"You already do my love, you showcase your love when you bake me cookies when I'm overwhelmed, you show that when you read me stories when I need to unwind after a long day at the studio, you show that when you open your arms and let me sink into your warm embrace and allowing me to be vulnerable when I need without making me feel small. You make me feel loved." He whispered quietly to you.
"You really mean that?"
"I do, every single word."
The two of you ended up sitting down cuddling together on the elevator, sharing short but blissful kisses whilst sharing sweet and loving comments towards each other. Hongjoong continued to shower you with love and you did your best to reciprocate his wonderful comments, wanting him to truly understand how much he means to you.
Eventually the two of you could hear the janitors outside working on opening the doors to get the two of you out.
"It is finally time for us to get out of this entrapment and have our cozy evening my muse." Joong said as he helped you up from your sitting position.
"Finally, I cannot wait to cuddle you whilst watching our series together."
You gave him a quick kiss before the doors opened for the two of you to get out.
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Sunflower Sorrow - A Hanahaki Tale
A/N: Thank you so much @actuallysaiyan for making the pretty banner! And for reading my drafts and reassuring me multiple times that the story wasn't garbage.
All original artwork is credited at the bottom of the post.
Pairing: Higuruma x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of pain and death, PIV sex, clitoral and vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving),
Summary: The reader finds herself infested with Hanahaki, right at the cusp of beginning to date her long time crush.
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Your eyes open blearily against the sunlight pouring in, feeling like youâd much rather stay in bed than anything else. Thereâs a strange feeling in your body, almost like youâre about to come down with the flu, your chest feeling tight, and your throat feeling dry. Which is strange because you were fine when you went to bed.Â
You groan as you roll over under the covers. Now was not the time to be getting sick. You wonder if youâre even well enough to go to work. Almost instinctively, your hand reaches for your phone, squinting against the backlight as you check your messages. A smile graces your face as you see a text from the man you had been out with last night.
I know this was just our second date, but Iâm already thinking about a third. Iâve enjoyed our time together recently and would like to see you again. I guess get back to me? Oh, and I hope kissing you good night was appropriate. đ
âHiromi,â you mumble under your breath, feeling a rush of happiness flow through you as you read his text. The man was incredibly sweet and transparent and you loved that about him. Dating in your thirties was hard but he had given off some very positive signals over these last two dates and you couldnât help but want to set up a third one quickly. You liked being around him, he was laid back and almost goofy, traits that most men seemed to lose at a certain age. Maybe if you recovered from this flu fast enough you can meet up with him over the weekend.Â
Iâd love that. Iâm a little under the weather right now but if Iâm feeling better by the weekend we can make plans? Iâd like to see you again too. And yes, the kiss good night was totally appropriate. đ
You text him back, heart fluttering as you hit send. Youâre glad you had finally bitten the bullet and asked him out. There were signs of interest, but you had been secretly admiring him from afar for the better part of a year now. He was very gentlemanly, opening doors, asking if he could hold your hand, and checking in on your comfort while you were with him. A lawyer turned sorcerer, he talked passionately about his past cases and the interesting events that sparked his path into Jujutsu. On the first date, the both of you had been so wrapped up in conversation it took the poor waiter a minute to get a word in edgewise to ask if either of you had wanted another glass of wine.Â
He was so impossibly handsome, the thick black hair and rich mahogany eyes, that crooked smile that came onto his face when he was amused by something. It was a wonder how he was still single. Just passing by him in the hallways made your heart pound, so sure that his greetings to you were just platonic and nothing more. There were so many other talented people in this institution, that you didnât possibly think he could have any interest in you, convincing yourself those brief glances he gave you were imagined.Â
But after last nightâs kissâŠso soft and patient, the lingering of lips, his large hands resting courteously on the small of your back, resting his forehead on yours, unwilling to let you go. Your hand had gripped the lapel of his coat, his scent flooding your senses, something woody and spicy that made you want to bury your face into his neck. Sure itâs only been two dates, but you couldnât help but imagine what your life could be like with him. It felt like a guilty pleasure admitting it to yourself, but it wasnât hurting anybody. Itâs not like you were clawing at his door begging to move in with him. You were just really attracted to him, smitten, perhaps was the right word.Â
A small ding from your phone shows a response from him.Â
Iâm sorry youâre not well. Yes, please get better soon, and letâs plan something for the weekend. I totally wasnât waiting for your text by the way. You just happened to catch me on a break. đAnd Iâm glad the kiss was appropriate.Â
His text makes you giggle. How could someone be this adorable? The lucidity of his intentions was refreshing, with no awkward back and forth of painfully crafted messages trying to sound casual. He was making his interest plain, making it easier for you to let down the wariness of sounding too eager. It was a pleasant change of pace compared to some of the other dates you had been on. You hoped this would go somewhere. You wanted it to go somewhereâŠ
A sudden coughing fit overtakes you, racking your body as you feel something come up your throat. You reach for a tissue from your nightstandâŠand then look dumbstruck at what falls into it.Â
You stare at the yellow flower petals, each about an inch long, covered in pale pink mucus. A feeling of dread and anxiety fills you and you crumple the tissue, trying not to think about what you just saw. Your brain races. What could it be? Cancer? Was there a cancer that made your insides turn into tapered flower petals? Or maybe those werenât flower petals but a tissue of some sort? The feeling of tightness in your chest gets worse. Maybe a visit to the doctorâs wasnât a bad idea.
*ïŒâżââââżïŒ*
Shoko places your X-rays against the lightboard and frowns. Youâre no medical expert but even you can see what the problem was. You stare at them with morbid curiosity.Â
âAre thoseâŠ?â
âSunflowers, it looks like,â Shoko confirms, the large circular flowerheads unmistakable. âAnd theyâre growing very fast. Your lungs will burst if they keep up at this rate.â She throws away her gloves and looks thoughtful.
âItâs strange how recently a lot of Hanahaki cases have popped up. We had Nanami in here a few weeks ago with the same thing.â
âAnd Nanami is in perfect health,â you interject, hoping Shoko is about to tell you a cure. âWhat is it? A pill? Surgery?âÂ
Shoko purses her lips and then faces you. âHanahaki can be removed surgically. However, youâll lose whatever feelings you have for the person that caused it.â
Feeling like youâd been doused with a bucket of ice water, all you could say was, âOh.â
âBut youâre dating Higuruma, aren't you?â Shoko asks.Â
âItâs only been 2 dates,â you admit. âBut itâs going well.â
Shokoâs expression remains impassive but she continues in a gentle voice. âBut itâs obvious youâve wanted him for much longer than that. The size of these flowersâŠHow long have you loved him?â
Your chest tightens uncomfortably, this time not just from the flowers. âWho said anything about loving him?â
âThe flowers donât grow unless itâs love. But it looks like they were growing slowly and then when you started dating, your feelings intensified and caused them to bloom faster. Hanahaki rates vary from person to person depending on the level of emotions involved.âÂ
A nervous ripple passes through your body at the thought. You remembered the way you had yearned for him after the kiss but were worried about scaring him off. Who confessed their love for someone on a second date?Â
âIs there any way to slow it down?â
Shoko shakes her head no. âThe only thing that helps is when they return your feelings. Romantically.âÂ
âI see.â Thereâs a moment of silence before you double over as another coughing fit grips you, a blob of red and yellow falling into your hands along with a few black and white sunflower seeds.
âCouldnât you just tell him?â Shoko helps you get up to the sink in the examination room. You wash your hands and spit out the flower petals that are stuck in your gums. âI mean, he wouldnât be dating you if he wasnât interested.â
âYou donât tell a guy you love him after two dates!â You wipe your mouth and grip the counter trying to think. You glance at the X-ray, wondering.
âHow long do I have?â
âItâll worsen over the next few weeks now that the plants have started to bloom. Beyond thatâŠitâs difficult to say. The more time you spend with him and he doesnât say he loves you, itâll only accelerate the process. Youâll feel little moments of relief, followed by an even stronger relapse.â
For the first time since this morning, you felt genuine fear. What if Hiromi didnât feel more for you? What if after a few more dates he decided you werenât what he was looking for? Were your only choices waiting for him to love you back or to have your feelings surgically removed?
âAm I going to die from this?â The words leave your throat in a whisper. Shoko flinches and appears to struggle with how to word her response.Â
âI hope not. I hope for your sake he does feel the same way.â Shoko hesitates before continuing. âI donât want to alarm you butâŠif it truly becomes critical, have you considered having a plan of action?â
A tense silence passes between you both as you weigh her words. âI hadnât. ButâŠâ You consider the words. âIs it worth dying for love, Shoko?â
âI canât answer that for you. I can only say that I donât wish to see you suffer.âÂ
You drop down into one of the chairs, covering your face with your hands, trying not to cry. You had never wanted anyone quite in this way, trying to brush it off as a crush but the feelings never went away, always persistent, weighing down on your thoughts at all times of the day. You remember the tender way heâd looked at you after the kiss, brushing strands of hair behind your ears, gently drawing you against his chest, a cozy moment. He certainly seemed to be fine with the pace things were going at and hadnât asked if he could come in like some men had after such a short time.Â
âIs there any chance that heâdâŠlove me back in that way?âÂ
âIf he harbors those kinds of feelings for you then yes. But given that the window is narrowing, the sooner, the better.â
But what ifâŠ
Your mind resolves, and you sigh, finalizing on a decision. âShoko.â
She looks at you curiously, hearing the change in your voice. Yes?Â
âI want to live no matter what.â Your hands ball into fists and although the notion makes your heart clench, you tell her your decision. âIf my health declines, I want to be kept alive with special medical intervention. But if it gets to a point where the Hanahaki is going to be fatal to me⊠Please surgically remove it.â
Shoko looks at you surprised. âReally?âÂ
âReally. Don't leave it up to chance.â You rub your eyes wearily. It felt like a cruel joke, longing for Hiromi for so long, then when you finally started dating it ended up triggering the Hanahaki at a faster rate. âI may love him butâŠI mean I have a life too. If it gets that bad⊠it would imply he doesn't feel that wayâŠand he may never feel that way. It may sound selfish but⊠I want to live.âÂ
âI get it. You don't have to explain to me.â Shoko pats your shoulder. âBut considering your life is on the line maybe don't hold back in showing him how much you love him?âÂ
You laugh humorlessly. âHow many men do you know who respond well to a woman saying she loves them after 2 dates?âÂ
Shoko sighs. âFair enough. I wish you luck.â
 *ïŒâżââââżïŒ*
You hadn't set the third date. After the intense conversation with Shoko, you just felt like you needed to be by yourself.Â
The bed felt so comforting but sleep eluded you as the coughing worsened, shaking your whole being. You got up countless times to clean yourself in between and finally having had enough, dragged yourself out of bed to grab a pot from the kitchen, heaving into it, watching with horror as it filled. After 24 hours, it had progressed from seeds and petals into partial flower fragments, bunches of petals stuck to a portion of the flower head falling out of your mouth.Â
Your head throbbed, feeling like it could burst. Almost self-pityingly you think about what life would be like if you hadnât asked him out. Eventually, it would have made no difference, the Hanahaki wouldâve grown despite that, you muse to yourself, feeling the scrape of stems and roots embedding their way into your organs. How did things change so fast? You were fine and one kiss laterâŠ
Your phone buzzes, and you barely manage to pick it up, looking at it with one eye open, your pulse racing as you see his name.Â
How are you feeling? Still sick? đ„ș
A smidgen of relief is felt in your chest, surprising you, as you take in a breath that hurts just a little less. He was checking in on you. Would a man do that if he wasnât interested? Was there hope that he may feel more for you? You try to calm your wandering thoughts, knowing it wouldnât do you any good to imagine things that he hadnât explicitly stated.Â
Unfortunately đ I'm sorry but I don't think we can make that third date this weekend. Rain check? I hope work was good today.Â
Ding.Â
Work was fine. Yes, we can certainly hold off until you feel better.Â
Before you can reply he sends another message.Â
Do you need anything? I wouldn't want you to struggle while you're sick.Â
Butterflies flutter amongst the blooms in your chest. You did want to see him, but Shokoâs words come back to you, about how spending time with him without any promise of returning your feelings could worsen things even more. Additionally, the state you were in made you want to immediately decline the offer. You didnât want him to see you like this, pale, hacking up bloody mucus flowers, pining for him like a lovesick dog. You grip your phone wondering how to reply, then carefully word your text.
I think Iâm ok. Besides you donât want to see me sick. Not a pretty picture.
Ding.
Iâm sure Iâve seen worse. But I promise not to run away screaming. đ What do you say?Â
Despite it all you laugh, noting with wonder how you didnât feel as bad as you did a minute ago.Â
Ok, but donât say I didnât warn you. đ
Ding.
Noted! Iâm bringing soup! See you in 30.Â
30?! You scramble up suddenly, then hang over the edge of the bed as more flower bits force their way up your throat, falling into the grotesque potpourri pooling into the cooking pot. With as much speed as your exhausted body offers, you dump the flower vomit into the toilet, quickly rinse the pot in the kitchen, and throw together an outfit appropriate for company. You add a little blush to your cheeks and some lipstick to remedy the pale sickly quality that your skin has become.Â
Youâre jittery when the doorbell rings. Taking a deep breath, you open the door, revealing Higuruma, looking so casual in jeans and a tee rather than the suit he wore to work. He was carrying a bag and thereâs a slight twitch to his lips as he looks at you.Â
âIâm disappointed,â he says good-naturedly, stepping inside. âWhereâs the horrifying red nose and dripping snot? The messy hair and phlegm-covered tissues? At least tell me you have those droopy eye bags?â
âTheyâre hidden with concealer,â you admit, biting your lip to avoid smiling goofily at his presence. You feel a strange sensation in your body, almost like the parasitic flowers were retracting to allow their host to breathe a little before resuming their consumption of your flesh.Â
âConcealer! The ultimate trick. Do you think I should wear some? Look at these.â He points to the just visible bags under his eyes and you give up, laughing heartily, the growing blooms inside you only slightly painful.Â
Higuruma grins at you. âWell, they do say laughter is the best medicine. However, soup, as promised,â he says, brandishing the bag, âAnd decongestants, and a little dark chocolate. Because itâs the best.â
You take the bag from him trying not to blush. âThank you, Hiromi. You didnât have to come over. I appreciate it so much.âÂ
âAw, itâs no trouble. Besides you donât let people you like suffer. Well not alone anyway.â
Your heart constricts in your chest as he says he likes you but you try to play it cool, leaves and petals stirring in your heart and lungs. âOh? Wasnât aware you liked me.â You try to sound nonchalant as you say it, but secretly hope heâll say a little more, something more concrete which would imply thereâs something stronger between you two. Something that might take away this dreadful thing growing inside youâŠ
âReally?â He widens his eyes playfully and covers his mouth pretending to be shocked. âOh no! All my efforts have gone in vain!â He drawls dramatically. âWhat good is bringing someone soup if theyâre unaware you like them?â
You place the bag on the kitchen counter and cover your mouth as an unruly snort of laughter leaves you, which you use to hide the twinge of disappointment you feel. Well, at least he didnât deny that he likes you. That was a start, and it could progress from there, in a best-case scenario.Â
Your chest contracts suddenly and you quickly grab a napkin and stand at the kitchen sink, coughing up more foliage, trying to be discreet, attempting to soften your coughing as the fragmented sunflowers fall out of your mouth. Higuruma walks into the kitchen at the noise and you hide the napkin in your hands, wiping your mouth.Â
Unlike before his face is lined with concern, and he waits for you to turn around. You try to smile reassuringly, your lipstick smudging from wiping your mouth.
âYou donât have to hide being sick in front of me you know,â he says softly. âWeâre both adults. Whatâs life without a little mucus?âÂ
You throw away the napkin and shake your head. âWe only just started seeing each other. Helping someone when theyâre sick is more of a sixth date thing.â
Higuruma contemplates your words, leaning his hip against the counter. âWell, weâve worked at the same place for a year. So that plus two datesâŠI think it comes close. Your lipstick is smudged by the way,â he adds, tapping his upper lip to indicate where you should clean it.Â
You wish he wouldnât look at you like that, like youâre still pretty even when youâre hacking up blood, literally dying from how much you love him. You hastily swipe a finger over the color, and when he doesnât comment further, you assume itâs gone.Â
âWellâŠthanks.â You take out a bowl to pour some soup. âDo you also want some?â you offer him.
He shakes his head no. âHere let me.â
His large hand takes the bowl from you while the other picks up the takeout container and he deftly pours steaming chicken noodle soup into it. âI can bring it outside for you. C'mon, sick personâs privilege.â
It was odd being ordered around in your kitchen, even if it was in this endearing manner. You shake your head. âYou and your chivalry code.â
âI thought women loved it when men waited on them like this! Maybe I should double-check Reddit.â
How did he manage to do this to you? Your stomach is doing flips and it feels like for a brief second, the Hanahaki has frozen, allowing you a moment of clarity. Being near him was like not knowing your head was underwater until you took in that first gasp of air and felt it expand in your lungs, life flowing back into your veins.Â
You settle on the couch and accept the bowl from him. He sits down on the opposite end, crossing a leg over his knee, and turns to look at you.Â
âI think the remoteâs on your end. Feel free to put on anything.â
âAnything? What a treat. I had come fully prepared with a list of rom-coms but Iâm glad I can put on anything.â
You roll your eyes as you swallow the hot soup, savoring how it slides down your throat. âRom coms? Why?â
âIsnât that the default for when youâre sick?â
âIs that the default when youâre sick?â You probe him teasingly, noting how you donât feel the irritating brush of the flowers as much as before. It almost felt easier to breathe with him around.Â
Sheepish, Higuruma grins at you and rakes a hand through his hair. âIt might be. Itâs too early to reveal my secrets.â
âOh? And when would it be appropriate?â
âAfter a third date.â
You glance at him, spoon halfway to your lips. He hastily adds, âAfter youâre feeling better of course!â
You busy yourself with the bowl to hide the blush that was threatening to make itself visible and swallow zealously. As mentioned, he puts on a rom-com and you finish the soup, feeling warm and cozy. Youâre wrapped in a blanket and Higuruma has remained politely at the opposite end but as he sees your eyes beginning to droop he offers his shoulder.
âNo, itâs okâŠIâm fine hereâŠâ You mumble, trying to focus on the movie but the Hanahaki is beginning to take a toll on your body.Â
âItâs all right y/n. I guarantee Iâm comfier than a couch cushion.â Seeing your hesitation he chuckles. âI promise to behave. JustâŠcâmere. I wasnât joking when I said people shouldnât suffer alone.âÂ
He scoots over to the middle and helps you tip over slightly, placing an arm around you as the side of your cheek rests on his shoulder. The effect was instantly soporific. You couldnât believe it. He was hereâŠand yet so far away. You struggle to remind yourself that nothing was solid, that this was all still in the beginning stages, and that plenty could go wrong.
But the yearning is stronger and you let yourself indulge for a brief moment before your brain switches from consciousness to sleep. Hiromi, warm, gentle, sweet Hiromi, here, next to you, on your sofa in your living room. Letting you use him as a pillow. It was like plucking a private daydream from your brain and shaping it into reality.
If you could disperse the little moments like thisâŠcould you possibly slow down the Hanahaki enough that you could date him a little longer until it was appropriate to tell him you loved him? And perhaps when you didâŠhe would say it back?Â
 You smelled that familiar scent of wood and spice, memories of the kiss lulling you to sleep. His hand rubs the side of your blanket-covered arm, steady and comforting.
âYou smell nice,â you mutter almost imperceptibly but he hears it and his heart skips a beat.Â
âIâm glad you think so.â
*ïŒâżââââżïŒ*
Monitors beep and thereâs an IV in your arm. Shoko peers anxiously into your face as you come back to reality. Things had taken a turn for the worse. You had been floating in and out of consciousness for the past few days.Â
âI need to know everything that happened. Iâm sorry, I know you donât feel like talking.â Shoko helps you sit upright in the hospital bed and hands you a glass of water which you sip weakly. âBut I need to figure out when I should start the special interventions you mentioned. I have all the labs. But I need to know where you are emotionally if I have to make a call about surgical intervention next.â
You take a few breaths of oxygen from the mask in your hand before steadying yourself to speak. Every inch of you hurt. Your body prickled as you tried to suck in a breath, your mouth dry and your words raspy. Living was simply draining right now.Â
âFour days ago, Hiromi visited me at home. He wasnât aware of how sick I was. And I didnât tell him.â
Shokoâs eyes narrow. âWhy?â
You shake your head wearily. âIt just didnât feel right. He put me to sleep. When I woke up, I was laid out on the couch and Hiromi was gone. I felt a lot better and got myself to bed. Then the next day, I was in pain. So much pain. It felt like one of my lungs had burst. Like a million thorns were scratching the inside of my heart and throat. Thatâs when I called you.â
Shoko paces back and forth as she ponders on what the next best step would be, looking exasperated. âY/n. I told you that being with him in this unrequited manner will only cause the Hanahaki to spread faster. You should have said no to him coming over. The closeness and then his absence, plus the lack of admission of any romantic feelings made it grow alarmingly. Your heart and lungs are almost purely plant now.â
You lay back against the pillows, taking the most shallow breaths possible to alleviate any further discomfort. âHow long? BeforeâŠ?â
Shoko sighs deeply. âI will have to do the surgery tomorrow.â
You had known deep down that she wouldnât have any better news. Tears fill your eyes as you stare at the ceiling, dripping down your cheeks and onto the pillow. Your voice quivers are you talk.Â
âWowâŠI really thoughtâŠI had more time than that. I thoughtâŠweâd go on a third date. Maybe a fourth. And by the fifth or sixth, enough time would have passed that it wouldnât be weird if I said it.â You press your hands over your eyes and a sob passes from your lips. âI really wanted it to be him Shoko. My end game. I guessâŠit wasnât meant to be huh?âÂ
Shoko pats your arm sympathetically. âItâs not that you wonât ever fall in love again. It just wonât be with him.â
âAh, but thatâs the thing Shoko. Would anything else feel the way this feels?â You let yourself think back on every little interaction you ever had with Higuruma. Every tiny second where the two of you had been in the same room, or just passed by each other at work. The way his eyes danced as he laughed, little crowâs feet forming at the corners. And the fact that youâll never find out if rom-coms were his go-to when he was sick. It was so bittersweet, to be so close yet so far to the addictive idea of almost knowing what it would be like to be loved by him, yet too late to escape the effects of the Hanahaki.Â
âCan you find him for me Shoko? I justâŠneed to see him one last time. BeforeâŠyou know.â
Shokoâs eyes are contemplative, but she nods. âLet me see if heâs on campus.â
âAnd Shoko?â
She already knows what youâre about to say but listens anyway.
âPlease donât tell him anything. The last thing I need is him pitying me.â
*ïŒâżââââżïŒ*
Higuruma checks his phone and canât hide his disappointment when he sees you havenât replied to his last few texts. Heâd been careful not to wake you when he laid you down on the sofa and quietly crept out that night. Heâd been sure to text you to let you know you hadnât been abandoned, but that he didnât want to encroach on your boundaries and was looking forward to seeing you again. That was 4 days ago. Had he made things awkward without realizing it? Had you ghosted him?
He told himself it couldnât possibly be a simple case of ghosting because you hadnât been coming into work either. He was positive he hadnât misread the signs. You were comfortable and relaxed around him. There was no reason for you to avoid him. Had your illness worsened? The ideas turn over and over in his head as he wanders the halls of the vast Jujustu High campus, then comes out of his reverie as someone calls his name.
âOh! Shoko, hi.â He greets the brunette as she approaches him. Her expression looks tight as she nears, and she seems unsure of what to say.Â
Shoko knows sheâs obligated to hold her silence, but in this case, she canât bring herself to do it. âCan we find a place to sit down? Thereâs a lot that needs to be said and Iâm not sure thereâs a lot of time left.â
âTime left? For what? Is this about y/n?â Higuruma feels uneasy but allows Shoko to direct him toward a bench in the well-maintained courtyard.Â
Shoko does her best to explain everything concisely; the origin of the Hanahaki, its unexpected acceleration, and how you would be heading into surgery tomorrow to get it removed. Higuruma listens quietly but itâs clear from his expressions and the way they turn to shock and horror as Shoko describes it that heâs feeling this on a personal level.
âUnrequited love eh?â He runs a hand over the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. âWho wouldâve thought?â Higuruma mulls this over in his head. Was there someone else he wasnât aware of? He shouldnât be surprised. You were so beautiful after all, and with your Jujutsu talents, courage, and principles, it wasnât that much of a shock. It couldnât be himâŠhe was new to everything, needing help, always feeling like he was one step short. He looks to Shoko, needing confirmation. âAnd do we know who the mystery man is?âÂ
Shoko looks at him pointedly and he frowns for a second thinking. âWhat? Is it someone I know? Am I supposed to pass on a message?â
Shoko impatiently tapped her foot against the ground, biting her inner cheek, her expression almost becoming a glare as she prayed heâd have the epiphany soon.Â
A lick of irritation passes through him. âShoko, trust me when I say I want her to live. I'm dating her right now, but if thereâs someone else that she needs to be well, Iâm not selfish enough to stand in the way of that.â His heart clenches at the thought but if it was a matter of life and death, he couldnât deny you that.Â
To him, you were the moon, the lovely, elegant, marker in his sky, and he was the ocean, hopelessly drawn by your gravity, yet never getting close enough to grasp you and make you his own, waves crashing down into salt and foam after each failed attempt.Â
Feeling like she might burst, Shoko begrudgingly gives him another clue. âThereâs no other man.â
âThere isnât? ThenâŠâ Heâs silent as the meaning of her words suddenly dawns on him, making him blush. The realization is stunning. âYouâre kidding.âÂ
âI wish I was. But itâs always been you. Now let me make this very clear. If you do not have any feelings for her that are equal to romantic love, then thereâs nothing else that can be done. Iâll take her to surgery and remove all of it. She deserves to live.â
He falls silent as her words wash over him. âAnd thatâŠwould take away everything right?â
âIt will. Sheâll forget everything. All those times she felt her heartbeat quicken when she saw you. The dates you had. You bringing her soup. Sheâll forget and her feelings will become purely platonic.â She looks at him appraisingly and waits for an answer.Â
âIâŠâ The words catch in his throat and he feels an unbearable guilt wash over him. He was responsible for putting you in this state. It was his fault you were now hovering between life and death. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose and takes a calming breath. Nothing about him was steady at the moment. He was a knot of nerves, worried for your safety.Â
âI do love her,â he admits. âFor the longest time. Itâs justâŠyou canât blurt out things like that. Scares people off.â
âSo Iâve heard,â Shoko says, trying not to sound sarcastic. âBut you were dating her. That must mean that you have feelings for her.â
âWho says âI love youâ to someone after 2 dates?â
Shokoâs eye twitches menacingly and Higuruma leans away, looking slightly apprehensive at the expression. âWhat is it?â
âNothing just that you twoâŠare very similar.â She sighs, massaging her temples.Â
âSo, what do I have to do now?â Higuruma looks at her helplessly. âI donât want to be the reason sheâs suffering. If I tell her I love her, thatâs it? The Hanahaki fades? Because Iâll do it. Iâll tell her over and over. Anything to make it right.â
âThat would certainly help but the state that sheâs inâŠverbally making your feelings known would still require her to remain in the hospital for a few weeks.âÂ
âWhat else can I do?â Higuruma looks at Shoko with sincerity. âWhatever she needs, Iâll do it.â
Shoko clears her throat wondering how to put forth the matter. âWell, while the verbal affirmations would ease her discomfort, physical love would definitely speed up her recovery.â
âSo hugs? Kisses? I held her on the sofa while she slept. I can do that again, Iâll cuddle her until she feels better.â
Shoko lets out a sigh, wondering how much more explicit she would need to get. âWe are very much short on time, so let me ask you this. Whatâs the usual culmination of romantic love?â
âWhat? The culmination of romantic love? ItâsâŠitâsâŠOH.â His eyes widen as the realization washes over him, turning his face a brilliant shade of crimson. âDoesnât that cross a line? Weâve only ever kissed, and it was only once.â
âIâm sure she wonât mind if it saves her life. Besides, I canât imagine her denying it if itâs you.â
âAh, thanks?â he says uncertainly, not sure if itâs a compliment. Still flustered, he rakes his hands through his hair, trying not to feel embarrassed. Under normal circumstances, he wouldâve loved this. To make love to someone as gorgeous as you? It wouldâve been a privilege. But the added complication of you being sick added a layer of uncertainty. But he knew heâd have to figure it out.
Feeling like sheâs finally gotten through to him, Shoko smiles at him softly. âJustâŠlet yourself love her naturally. Itâll fall into place. Youâll figure it out.â She pats his shoulder reassuringly. âThink you can take some time off? Stay at home with her?â
He nods, feeling his resolve strengthen. âOf course.â
*ïŒâżââââżïŒ*
The hands that carry you are warm, large, and gentle. Was this it? Were they taking you to surgery? Shoko had given you something strong for the pain. Had she found Hiromi? You couldnât recollect talking to him. Maybe he was out while you were hospitalized. Well, so much for thatâŠ
It was all going to be over soon. Shoko would extract the Hanahaki from your body and the next time you saw Higuruma, you wouldnât feel a thing. Life really was cruel.Â
But something felt different. Instead of being moved to a cold surgical platform, you felt yourself being placed onto a soft bed, the familiar smell of fabric softener surrounding you. Were you home? Was the surgery already over?Â
A presence lays down next to you, gently drawing you closer, and as you inhale, you recognize the fragrance of woody spice. Hiromi was here? How? Were you dreaming? That must be it. You were post-op and experiencing whatever pleasant sensation the anesthesia gave you until you woke up.Â
You feel your face being caressed, your hair brushed away, being pressed tightly against his chest as his lips skim across your temple.Â
âY/n. Iâm so sorry.â His voice sounds regretful. âI guessâŠI was an idiot. I was so unsure about how you felt, when in fact, it was quite obvious. And Iâm sorry if I made you feel like I didnât want more. Because baby, the things I feel when youâre near me. They take my breath away. I thought the worst thing that could happen was that you would decide you didnât want to see me anymore. I was wrong.âÂ
His embrace tightens, and he adjusts so that your head rests on the crook of his neck, your breath falling sweetly on his skin. âThe worst thing is seeing you like this, knowing I put you in this state. Why has society made dating so hard? Why are we shamed for feeling things too soon? Or too late? I think it should be different depending on the people involved. Some people feel it early. Others feel it down the line. I guess Iâm one of the former. I just know.â
He kisses your forehead, and when he speaks next, thereâs a crack in his voice, raw emotion coming through. âI love you. Always have from the moment I first started as a sorcerer. You leave me in awe. Iâm sorry I didnât say it sooner. I love you, y/n. I love you so much.â
You stir slightly, listening intently. Did he just�
âYou have to get better. Remember how on the first date, you told me that youâd love to visit Paris someday? Weâll go. Just us. After youâre well. I donât care what society deems normal anymore. Weâll go on our third date. Because you deserve it. Because I love you.â
His words permeate your body, a curious sensation because it feels like they entered your bloodstream, and were being absorbed into your heart. The tightness of the root system embedded into your veins withdraws, and you feel your breath becoming less labored.
âPlease wake up darling. You have to wake up.âÂ
He presses his lips against yours, full of tenderness and passion, and when he pulls away, he sees color coming into the previously pale and chapped lips. He kisses you again, and itâs bliss, his hands combing through your hair, stroking your back, and you take in a deep breath, the relief feeling ecstatic, your blood humming in your veins, almost purifyingly. Compelled to react, you move your lips gently, feel him still and pull away incredulously, and look down at your face.
âY/n?â Thereâs so much relief on his face as he looks at you, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.
âHey,â you manage to rasp, feeling that same purifying sensation, like the flowers in your body were contracting ever so slightly, making room for you to breathe.Â
Higuruma lets out a soft laugh, then rests his forehead on yours. âOh myâŠyouâre awake. Youâre going to make it darling, donât worry.â
âDo you really love me?â
âI do. So much. I donât know since when. I just knew I did.â
The fortifying effect of those words brings back strength into your body and you raise your arms, wrapping them around his neck.Â
âHiromi. You have no idea how happy I am that youâre here.â
âOh I think I have you beat there darling,â he says weakly, nuzzling your neck. âI wasnât sure when youâd wake up.â
He kisses you again, slow and gentle and your mouth opens to accept his tongue, reveling in the taste, feeling every inch of your body respond to his touch. His hands roam under the back of the thin T-shirt youâre wearing, anchoring themselves onto your shoulders, inhaling your scent as he tries to breathe through it all. He strings a line of soft kisses from your jaw down your neck, stopping to savor the way your pulse felt as it beat with vitality inside you, before coming down to your collarbone. A gasp leaves your lips, fingers tangling with his hair as he does so.Â
The noise brings his attention back to you, unaware of the desire pooling into your veins where the flowers were starting to withdraw. Your cheeks had a healthy glow, a flush settling into them as he pulled you against him.Â
âAre you ok with this?â He asks, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your neck, waiting for a response.Â
âI am. More than ok. JustâŠdonât stop now. I need this.â You lean up and kiss him, electricity sparking between the both of you. âI need you.â
Hearing you needed him switches something on in him and he groans against the passion of your kiss before burying his face in your neck, nibbling the soft flesh, listening to the flow of breath running through you. His hands sneak up under the front of your shirt and rest against your breasts, letting the heat flow into them, feeling your nipples perk up against his palms before he squeezes, his mouth leaving wet kisses between the crook of your neck and shoulder.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you whisper into his ear, the word spoken with so much urgency that he almost loses control. He finds the hem of your shirt and pulls it off, taking in the sight of your lovely body, the pebbled nipples ripe for sampling. He pulls one into his mouth, causing a quiet moan to leave you, and begins to tease the other, rolling it between his thumb and index, listening to your cues as he increases the friction and pressure.
You feel like you're on a cloud, pleasure tingling into every crevice of your body, sighing, losing all other thoughts except for the man in your bed. âHiromi,â you call his name in a breathy tone, cradling his head as he suckles, heat gathering between your legs. How long had it been since you were touched in this way? Held like you were precious, kissed like you were ambrosia?
Hiromi observes the way color comes back to your body as he teases you, watching with mild fascination as the pert nipple between his fingers changes color, life coming back into you.Â
Your eyes close against the gentle ministrations of his tongue and fingers, the moans becoming whimpers as need takes over. When he finally lets go the need for more contact with his skin was overwhelming. You fist the fabric of his top and pull it off, and he allows it without any questions. Your eyes roam over the broad, tanned chest, the cloud of black hair on his chest leading into a thready trail that crawled lower like a lionâs mane, hidden by the waistband of his jeans. For a moment you stare, drinking in the sheer masculinity of it all, the hard planes and defined muscles, contrasting against the softness of your body.Â
Almost shyly you run your fingers through the patch of hair before coming down to place a kiss between his collarbones, hear his breath strangle before continuing down, feeling all the muscles in his abdomen tense up as your lips follow the happy trail, delighting in the way he reacted when you nibbled around his bellybutton.
âY/n youâre making me crazy.â he grits his teeth, struggling to keep a hold on his sanity. You had just recovered, he shouldnât be rash or grab you but you were making it very hard to ignore the rush of want pouring into his bloodstream. It was so surprising how these acts of love, even briefly, had brought you back from the edge.Â
He slides you back up, sees the vitality glittering in your eyes, and crushes his mouth to yours, letting his body speak for him as he runs a hand down your smooth skin, pausing to knead the soft squish of your belly, his hand slipping under the band of your shorts and underwear, bringing them down to reveal the curve of your ass which he grabs possessively, savoring the fat, pushing your lower body against his throbbing erection. He slowly grinds against you, paying attention to your body but you arenât pulling away from him, rather, it appears to make you crave more, the way your hands fumble at his back, holding on to his shoulders and pressing your face into his chest.
Hiromiâs hands move to your front, repeating the action of pulling the waistbands down, exposing you to his hands. As he slides your clothing off, your legs part for him unashamedly, the throbbing in your sex unbearable, feeling your chest becoming free of the previous pressure that was suffocating it. Grasping your mound in his large palm, he feels for the edge of the swollen labia and massages, grasping the moistening flesh between his fingers and applying pressure, causing you to arch against his hand, the noises you make music to his ears.Â
He gently parts the folds of your sex, seeing the slick from your arousal gathering at the entrance of your core, begging to be touched. He looks back up at you and you nod, the small sign of consent all he needed before he plunges his tongue into the most heat of your cunt. The knowledge of knowing he was here at such a sensitive spot on your body sends a thrill through him and he licks up, finding the base of your swollen clit, letting his tongue flick against it, satisfaction flowing through him as you hum your pleasure at the action. Laying his tongue flat, he slides up and down, unfazed when you move against him, trying to build a little more friction.Â
He lets his middle finger circle the entrance of your pussy, teasing until you raise your hips slightly before sliding in, the digit feeling so wonderfully filling, curling upwards to find the little patch inside you that makes you take a sharp breath before becoming so wonderfully pliant and soft under him. He inserts his ring finger, and your sighs become a crescendo of gasps and moans, writhing under him, holding the pillow to remain grounded as the ache in your core becomes unbearably sweet, blossoming from the center and filling your body with a thrum of pleasure.
You sob as the orgasm hits, all the muscles in your body contracting before pleasurably spasming, your cries becoming shrill as it passes, feel Hiromiâs tongue slow down and continue to nudge against your clit, ensuring he squeezed out every drop of pleasure from you before pulling away from your core.
Youâre a sight to see after that, body rosy and flushed, a fresh vigor visible all over, hair messy and splayed across the pillow.Â
âY/nâŠyouâre so beautiful,â he rasps as he crawls back up to you, licking your juices off his fingers before covering your mouth with his. Shivering from the climax, you taste yourself on his tongue, gripping the back of his neck as though afraid he might slip between your fingers if you didnât hold onto him hard enough.Â
âDo youâŠahemâŠâ He suddenly turns shy but powers through. âDo you happen to have condoms? I kind ofâŠforgot...you know with everything that happened.â
Your lips quirk and a peal of laughter leaves you, and he joins in, smiling, cupping your face tenderly in his hands. âTop drawer,â you answer him. âYou went to the drugstore a couple of days ago and bought decongestants, but not condoms?â you tease him.Â
âWho knew Iâd be having sex a few days later?â
âWe were dating! It was bound to happen.â
âOh really? So thatâs what happens when people are dating?â he teases you back and itâs your turn to blush, but heâs being sweet about it, brushing your noses together, and pressing feather-light kisses all over your face. He slides off the bed to finish undressing, and you watch him, fascination all over your face as his cock slips free, long and veiny, leaking precum, throbbing with hot need. He fumbles through your nightstand before finding the little wrapped packet, rolling down the condom before joining you back in bed, cuddling you close.Â
âReady?âÂ
You nod, a look passing between you both, before he positions himself and starts entering, the push of his tip feeling exquisite, going inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to him, feeling your fingernails scratch his forearms as he starts to bottom out. He holds still, your eyes meeting, your mouth slightly open as your pussy involuntarily spasms around him, feeling wonderfully stretched out.Â
He starts moving, hips rolling deliciously to set up a rhythm, leaning forward to kiss you as he does so, arching his back to ensure your G-spot wasnât missed with each stroke. It was so artful the way he made love to you, your body so responsive to everything, and he gathered you in his arms, both of you looking into each otherâs eyes.Â
âI love you.â He buries his face into the crook of your neck and you lock your ankles around his waist, mewling as he thrusts into you.Â
âI love you too,â you mumble, mind in a haze, feeling nothing but pleasure flowing through you. Your breathing has changed, no longer ragged and shallow but to a full-bodied draw of air, so refreshing as you both touch and caress each other.
Your body starts the familiar sensation of tension gathering in your belly, coiling, waiting for release. Misty-eyed, you look at him, knowing heâs been watching your face all this while, looking for cues.Â
âIâm closeâŠâ you whisper, touching his cheek, tracing the outline of his lips as you move with him.Â
âLet go for meâŠIâve got youâŠâ With a cry, your second orgasm grips you, more powerful than the first, and you barely manage to keep your legs locked around him.Â
âHiromiâŠHiromiâŠâ his name falls from your lips, and his movements become a little sloppy, feeling his own orgasm nearing, and not too soon, he falls off the edge, cock twitching inside you, as he rides out the wave of pleasure.Â
It was the best sleep of your life afterward, wrapped up in Higurumaâs warm and secure embrace, cheek resting on his chest, and listening to each otherâs heartbeats as you both dreamt.
When you wake up, itâs the middle of the night and Higuruma is awake, peering at you through the darkness.
âGo back to sleep,â he whispers, petting your hair.Â
âI canât, I have the distracting problem of having a handsome man in my bed.â
âHmmâŠAnd this is a problem, how?â
âI want to keep looking at him. Makes for bad sleep.â
A deep chuckle leaves his throat as you cuddle against him.Â
âSo out of curiosity, if I wasnât conscious by the time you started up, what would you have done?â You lean up to look at him, legs tangling under the covers.
âOh, Shoko reassured me that kissing you would bring you around.â
âYeah, but what if it hadnât?â you press, curiosity building.
Higuruma makes a funny expression, like heâs weighing whether or not to divulge something to you.Â
âWhat is it? Câmon, tell me!â You lightly slap his chest and he sighs, defeated.
âWell, Shoko gave me a letter of medical necessity.â
Your face turns blank. âSheâŠwhat?â
Higuruma takes his phone and pulls up an official-looking email with an attachment. Trying not to laugh, he reads out, âI, Dr. Shoko Ieieri, hereby state, that in the event that F/n L/n is only partially conscious, or fully unconscious, the giver of medical services, Mr. Hiromi Higuruma, has my complete medical consent to make physical love to the patient to ensure her life does not fall into jeopardy. This medical order shall remain in effect until F/n Y/n becomes fully conscious and capable of making her own decisions. See she signed it and everything.â
He tilts the phone screen so that you can see, and you cover your mouth as you try to stifle your laughter. âI canât believe Shoko!â
âIâm sure she wrote it as a joke,â Higuruma says amusedly. âShe was very confident that kissing would wake you up sufficiently.â
âUgh, I canât believe my doctor wrote a note advocating for sex to save my life.â You bury your face into his chest and the both of you laugh uncontrollably.Â
âSo is it a safe bet to assume weâre having another date?â he teases, pressing a kiss to your neck.Â
âIâll have to think about it. Iâm joking!â you add hastily, seeing his expression grow stony. He sighs, dramatically shaking his head.
âGuess I better get used to this. Looks like itâs going to be part of my life for a long long time.â
He kisses you again before you can retort. You smile up at him, knowing he is yours.Â
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honestly idk about you but I loooved the first episode. it was amazing. but I realised I got my hopes up so much in regards to how heavily Tommy is going to be involved in the plane disaster and now I'm pretty sure he's going to be barely in it and icl I'm so disappointed. not with the show and the writers, but with myself đ„Č I guess I wanted to see Tommy in danger a little, perhaps not to the same extent as Athena but in danger nonetheless, ahh đ
but I'm sure 8x02 and 8x03 are gonna eat either way! I really can't wait to see what they came up with
I absolutely loved it! It hits a nice balance of everything: humor, thrill, frustration, horror, warmth. It's nicely paced and generally a very fun watch. I mentioned last season that the BuckTommy dinner scene in 7x10 felt a bit awkward because they writers seemed to be cramping a lot of information as a setup for S8 in less than a minute. 8x01 managed to catch up with the personal lives of all the mains, foreshadow the obstacles they're going to face, and set up the opening disaster in a few short scenes.
The whole perfume launch call sequence? Chef's kiss. Buck's eureka moment? Buck chasing after Eddie with a few more squirts of perfume? Eddie running in laps around the pool to distract the bees with Flight of the Bumblebee in the background? Monty the beekeeper? Comedy gold.
Don't be so hard on yourself! Isn't part of the fun speculating and imagining what's going to happen on the show? You have your theory, I have mine, the show is most likely going to do a completely different third thing. Think about it, when has the show let us down ever since Tommy's reintroduction? We keep making wrong predictions, but the writers keep giving us something unexpected yet somehow better. Remember we all thought Tommy would rescue Chimney and fly him to the wedding in 7x06? Well, he didn't make his hero entrance, he was just busy fighting a wildfire, but he rushed to the hospital especially for Buck, no one else.
Airport 1975 is very... 70s, I don't think the exact plot would work in 2024 without some major tweaking. The flight attendant managing to keep the plane flying doesn't get nearly enough credit for that, instead the script frames her ex-boyfriend, the flight instructor who repels into the cockpit and lands the plane as the hero. (And everyone from her ex to ATC keeps calling her honey every 3 minutes and talking to her like she's dumb. I'm so glad 8x01 takes a jab at that in its first scene.) Needless to say I'm not a huge fan of the film, other than that big sexy 747 in the classic American Airlines bare metal livery. I hope the 911 remake of that will involve more team work and female pilots.
Such a beauty. Unfortunately I was born too late to see it with my own eyes.
Tommy can still very much be in danger.đWhether you believe Tommy can fly a giant airliner or not, he's definitely trained in fighting aircraft fire. It's dangerous, a lot of stuff can suddenly explode. Firefighters have been injured and killed in post crash landing explosions. (Expert in fighting fire with an aircraft AND fighting fire on an aircraft, geez Tommy, leave some expertise for the rest of us.) He might not be the hero who singlehandedly saves everyone in 8x02 and 8x03, but I believe he will be involved in the rescue in some capacity. I mean, it's an airport and the 217 truck is right there.
Feel free to ignore everything I said, anon. Ultimately, we still have fanfiction, so keep playing around with ideas, keep writing, keep reading and have fun!
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Guess this is a shorta Q&A and Story about how my Overhaul x Villainess OC Mary x Dabi x Shiggy fanfic came about and its creation. đ€Łđ«Ł Ugh, what a mess đ
Plus, a tiny sneak peak/ scenario
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Down in the underground labyrinth of the Shie Hassaikai base, inside the secret meeting room Dabi and Tomura Shigaraki sat on one side of the couch while Mary and Overhaul sat on the other across from the clear coffee table.
Our Author sat in-between the couch in a loveseat. "Originally, last year I decided to make my own Overhaul x Villainess OC x Shiggy fanfic since I had dialogue and scenes written down all over the place." She sighed.
An awkward silence settled over the room.
Dabi waved. "Princess, why dontcha come play with me instead of Bird face." He gave Mary a small coy smile, "I won't bite. Unless you want me to."
Tomura seething in his corner. "I was Yakuza Boys rival before burnt face rudely used a cheat code! She's my Queen and Player 2." Narrowing his crimson iris' at Dabi. "Get your own love interest to seduce from some back alley brothel or hole in the wall, Dabi. I was leveling up and gaining intimacy points long before you showed up." Turning his angry gaze at the author. "How the hell did this happen? It was supposed to be just me and the germ freak fighting for her affections."
"As I said multiple times, Dabi kept shoving his way into the fanfic like the little impatient gremlin that he is." The author gives a strained smile, obviously tired from lack of sleep and the heat wave outside. "In the end, Mary's got 3 villainous mates. Happy?"
Mary's inner wolf, wagging her tail and jumping up and down "Yay!"
Mary blushing, mismatched eyes widening. "Wait, a minute... Can't we just?!"
Overhaul sitting besides Mary, glaring at Tomura and Dabi. "Absolutely, not. My angel is my wife." His face scrunched up in both distain and disapproval underneath his beaked plague mask. "Not those filthy arrogant diseased ridden gutter trash."
"Now, now, Kai. My dearest, please calm down." Her wolf ears flat against her head and nuzzling into his side. "It's tradition and law for shifters to have up to 5 mates."
Kai grits his teeth, "I am aware, angel." Uncrossing his arms, reaching behind and pulling her into his side, gloved grip becoming possessive. "It also states that you need permission from your first mate, mine as your husband, and your grandfather's since he is the leader of your clan."
Mary pouts. "True."
Dabi stands, walks over to the married couples couch and plops down on the other side of Mary, grinning lazily. "What can I say Overbeak," scared lips, curling into a smug smirk, "Can't stay away from my firebrand, right, princess?" Casually pressing a hand down on the top of her head, giving headpats between her ears. "Besides, I'm sure little Eri would be sad to miss her new daddy, wouldn't she?"
Kai's thin eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Don't bring, Eri into this, homewrecker."
Tomura fidgeting and hands twitching, curling and uncurling into tight fists. "I'm still here. Don't you two fucking ignore me." He growled underneath Father and cut in.
Dabi scoffs. "Yeah, yeah, we hear ya yappin' handyman." Waving him off. "Can't help that I've got more game than your crusty introverted ass." Removing his hand from the top of Mary's head to lay it across the back of the couch, digits tapping.
"Say that to my face you burnt bastard!"
"What was that?" Dabi cups a hand over his ear, tilting his head. "Can't hear ya over your chapped lips, gamer boy."
Mary interjects, smiling sheepishly. "Guys, calm down. I'm sure we can make this work."
"No, we are not." Kai speaks, the invisible tingling, phantom itching and crawling in his skin made him grimace. "Stop touching, my wife before things get messy and I don't remember inviting you to sit over here."
"You invited us down here, birdman. Saw an empty seat and took it." Dabi gave him the middle finger without looking in the Yakuza Boss' direction. "Blow me."
Tomura snorted and laughed.
Overhaul growled. "As if I would ever stoop to such a low and vulgar suggestion asshole."
Mary felt more and more uncomfortable. She could feel and smell their anger, irritation and each feeling territorial. "To think returning to Japan to honor the union of our clans and engagement to Kai would result in this." She glances at the author. "Am I truly fated to Kai, Tomura and Touya?"
The author nods her head and crosses her arms. "Yup." Holding up her hand, pointing at Overhaul and counting off on her fingers, "Kai gets more funding and men towards his goal, plus marrying his sweetheart," smiling and glancing at the she-wolf, "you get a bigger family, friends and a house filled with children that you always wanted. It's a win-win."
"I get friends?" Mary asked in excited, ears perking up and tail wagging. "Pups of my own?"
Overhaul's golden gaze narrows in suspicion. "How do you know so much?" He's feeling uneasy, despite his calm and masked poker face; he doesn't like being left in the dark or the unknown, threat or otherwise.
Ignoring our sexy birdy, she points at Tomura. "Handyman gets a new teacher and a love interest though he won't admit it."
"Hey!"
Author points to Dabi. "Mister steal your girl, here, gets to shove his new status in his dad's face and closer towards his goal."
Dabi's turquoise eyes, brighten with interest. "Oh yeah?"
"Don't ignore me?!" Shigaraki and Overhaul snap at the same time.
"Well, that's all we have tonight." The author winks and giggles.
"Awe, come on, dollface. It's unfair to tease me like that." Dabi pouts.
"What do you mean I get a new master?" Shigaraki asks, confused and irritated. "I'm not a noob player!"
"Do you have a future seeing quirk?" Overhaul stood on his feet, air in room growing chilling, intimidating and dominant, demanding an answer as he fiddles with his glove. "Answer me, woman."
"Kai, you can't kill her. She won't be able to tell our story without her." Mary grabs his arm, rubbing it to try to soothe him.
"Thank you for reading our behind the scenes content on our messy Villains x Villainess romance. Feel free to ask questions, thank you and good night." She waved and blew kisses.
"Wait!" Shigaraki, Dabi and Overhaul yell as the lights turn off in the building.
Mary sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Mimics going to have a bitch fit."
---- end of Q&A đđ
Honestly, I wrote this on a whim đ€ Hope y'all like it. Plus, I promised to give some more crumbles.
Whatcha think? Where our favorite MHA men true to character, or too out of character?
Feel like I don't mention Shiggy more often, whoops đŹ Ta-da! đ
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Chapter 29Â ~ Everything I am is you
Hidden Depths
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Also on ao3
Genre: Fantasy whump
CWâs: sexual discussions of the ace variety XD, extremely brief reference to past noncon
WC: 3891
Taglist: @dont-touch-my-soup, @kixngiggles
In which it's time for a fucking talk already
AN: no cliffies this week, you're welcome đ
we are getting legitimately so close to the end that I have considered if this should be the last chapter and the one i'm working on now would be an epilogue. mainly because the end of this one is such a good parallel to how i ended arc 1.
anyways, i'm undecided. i guess it depends on if i still feel the need to go on when i finish the next chapter
now, please excuse me while i go hide in a hole in the ground
Resh
âMaybe⊠maybe itâs best if I go.âÂ
Carrâs words had the effect of a death knell, collapsing all the air in the room.Â
At least, thatâs what it felt like, since shock had paralyzed his lungs. Resh swayed, catching himself with a hand on the bed. Thinking better of sitting unassisted at a time like this, he moved until his back was flush with the headboard.Â
What? Reshâs lips barely moved, but it was clear she caught the intent all the same.Â
She sucked in a shallow breath, looking nearer to tears than heâd ever seen her. âI can keep trying, but Iâm afraid Iâm not gonna fit here, and Iâll be damned if Iâm the reason we leave the best place weâve been in yet.âÂ
It took a moment for the meaning of the words to make their way to his brain. He was having a hard time keeping up with this conversation, which had gone from her being angry at him to telling him his character was too good to her claiming she trusted him but then acting the exact opposite.Â
She was keeping things from him, again. And because of that, she wanted to leave? His heart skipped a few beats, then resumed at double time, leaving him feeling clammy. Â
I heard theyâre making that camp a village. Is thatâ Is that where you want to go? The words fell from lips gone numb, crashing to the floor like stones.Â
Carr shuddered, standing entirely too still. Her knuckles were white where they clenched her elbows.Â
Resh wanted to cross the room and shake some sense into her. He wanted to take her into his arms. He wantedâhe wanted her not to leave them. Him.Â
But he also wanted her to be happy.Â
Talk to me, Carr, he pleaded, but she just stared at him, her eyes glistening.Â
Seconds, then minutes, passed in utter silence, each one slicing into him, leaving him bleeding from dozens of ghostly wounds, untilâ
Someone rapped on the door.Â
The cadence was sharp and not to be denied, breaking the stalemate between them. They both turned to look.Â
The knocking came a second time, louder and more insistent. âI know you canât answer me, so Iâm coming in,â Salmaâs muffled voice announced.Â
A moment later, she did exactly that. âOh, Carr, why didnât youânever mind. Hmm, this makes this more convenient, I suppose.âÂ
Resh glanced at Carr to see if she knew what the lady was talking about, but her face was blank, unreadable. He reached for his new notebook.
Salma pointed at Carr. âYou are not leaving. I wonât allow it.â She crossed her arms, a mulish expression crossing her features. âI mean, I will, I guess, you arenât a prisoner here, but you shouldnât leave.âÂ
His pencil slipped and scratched a dark line across the entire page. What in theâ He checked on Carr, who seemed equally stunned.Â
âDonât look at me like that.â Salma huffed, tucking a curl behind her ear. âLike it was hard to figure out. That girl doesnât belong in that village, and I doubt your very good friend is thrilled with the idea either, which means youâd be going alone, and thatâs just not right, seeing as they both revolve around you like youâre their sun.â
Very good friend? Reshâs eyes darted between Carr and the lady, who had crossed her arms and was now tapping her foot as she spoke.Â
âIf you gave us half a chance and stopped forcing yourself into a mold you clearly arenât comfortable in, you might actually like it here. If you absolutely feel you need a reason to wear pants and that blade youâre so fond of, feel free to join the guard or whatever. Just donât up and leave.â
A hint of color had entered Carrâs too pale cheeks, but she said nothing in response to the ladyâs tirade.Â
âTalk some sense into her,â Salma said to him before leaving as abruptly as sheâd entered. Â
Reshâs attention returned to Carr, hoping for some kind of explanation, but she wouldnât meet his eyes.Â
âI-I need a minute,â she choked out, then fled for the bathing room.Â
Godsdamnit! Resh threw the notebook on the bed. He should probably be used to being laid up in one way or another by now, but it was fucking frustrating. He could get up and go after her, but that would take what remained of his energy and the gods knew he was going to need it to make it through this conversation.Â
Presuming she talked to him, of course.Â
He had the feeling that it was now or never. That if he didnât get her to talk, sheâd walk away and not return. And he could not, would not, abide that. Theyâd come too far, and she meant too much, for him to allow that to happen.Â
What was she thinking? He tried to tamp down his anxiety enough to consider the possibilities. With her, it could be any number of things. Probably was a number of things. But there had to be a root concern. He just had to dig it out.Â
Sheâd mentioned fear over being able to fit in. It felt too easy to be the cornerstone, but it was a valid concern. It had to be hard for her to imagine what kind of life she could lead in a place like this. He understood the lure of that camp in that way. She was used to living on the fringes of society, knew how to behave in them.Â
He kept an eye on the bathing room, but aside from the faint splash of water, he heard nothing, so he moved on.Â
Had there been something more with that guy heâd seen her with than sheâd let on? No, he couldnât really see that.Â
Did she think she was dragging them down? Obviously she did, if she thought she might get them kicked out, but⊠the whole point of this was to find a place for all of them. And it was just as difficult to find a place where he could be comfortable as it was for her. It wasnât all on her, but⊠she should know that. Â
Maybe it was him. Sheâd said so, back when theyâd first started out, that she didnât know what this was between them. Sheâd freaked out at the thought of being important to him, so heâd let it go. Maybe that had been a mistake. Maybe the prospect of finally settling down and facing what was between them had her so spooked that she wanted to run.Â
Maybe⊠maybe he was the only one with feelings like that, and he had everything all wâ
The door to the bathing room creaked as it opened, interrupting his increasingly spiraling thoughts.Â
Is it me? he blurted as soon as she glanced his way.Â
Carr started, but her red-veined eyes remained locked on him while she moved out of the doorway. Sheâd changed back into pants, he noticed. What really caught his attention, though, was the bag looped over her shoulder.
His breath caught; it really was now or never. She wouldnât, or maybe couldnât, talk to him, so he needed to be the one doing the talking. Before she sidled around the bed and out the door.  Â
I didnât do as well with the traveling as Iâd hoped, he said, watching her carefully. And now Iâm laid up again, mostly relying on you to communicate for me, and you to keep me in a good place in my head, and I know itâs a lot.Â
She shook her head. âI⊠I donât care âbout any of that.âÂ
He hadnât really thought so, but it was good to hear it. And maybe⊠maybe if heâd needed to hear that, there were things she needed to hear.Â
You know you matter more to me than for just the things you can help me with, right? That if you left,âhe had to swallow past the lump that rose in his throatâif you left, it would kill me, inside.Â
He thumped his chest for emphasis, wincing when he jarred his wound. The numbing medicine was wearing off. Amazing timing, that. He didnât have time to deal with it though, so he ignored it.Â
I donât care if we have to scour the entire realm for a place that fits all of us. I donât care if we have to build a place from the ground up. I just want to be with you, in a place where you can feel free to be you.Â
I love you, he wanted to say but didnât. He was pushing it as it was, based on how little color was left in her face.Â
His heart sank when she didnât reply. If thatâs not what you want, thatâs fine. The words left him feeling raw, even silent as they were. Iâll respect that. But I thought you should know. What you mean to me.Â
He looked away, his jaw clenched. Waiting for her to say that he had it all wrong.Â
For her to take the way out heâd offered.Â
Instead, a low keening sound had him snapping his head back up, but it stopped when she clapped a hand over her mouth. He leaned forward a bit, alarmed at her reaction.Â
âYou canâtâ I canât,â she finally said, the whites of her eyes visible all the way around as she backed away.Â
Canât what? Resh asked. He held his breath.Â
âI c-canât,â she moaned, stumbling into one of the chairs. She moved behind it, clutching it like a shield.Â
Well, shit. Maybe she hadnât needed to hear that. He held out his hand in supplication, hoping sheâd understand because she sure wasnât looking at his face anymore. He wasnât sure she was looking at anything.Â
And then she was, although there was a desperate look in her eyes. âTake it back,â she pleaded. âTell me I misunderstood. Tell me you arenât over there trying tâ say you l-love me or something and thatâs why you donât want me tâ go.âÂ
Guess he hadnât needed to say the actual words for her to get the meaning. Fuck.Â
I canât, he said, his chest aching in a way that had nothing to do with his wound. Why is that a bad thing?Â
He couldnât understand. Surely to gods, it wasnât a surprise that he cared for her; heâd just given it words. What difference did she thinkâ
Carr fell to her knees. Her bag clunked when it hit the floor, forgotten as she hunched over, her breath coming in ragged gasps.Â
Oh shit. Resh didnât even think. He moved, ignoring the now dull throb of his shoulder as he knelt beside her.Â
It was torture, but he didnât touch her, fearing heâd make whatever this was worse. She knew he was there; he was close enough that she could shift her weight and her knee would bump into his.Â
So he waited, wishing to all the gods that he could speak to her when she wasnât looking. Heâd tell her everything would be alright. Tell her she had nothing to fear from him.Â
This changes nothing, he said when she finally regained control and raised her head.Â
She stared at him helplessly, a tear tracking down her cheek.Â
âIt changes everything,â she whispered.Â
Tell me what, he said, clenching his fist inside his sling. This was it, the root of it all; he felt it in his bones. But he didnât want to guess wrong. He also did not want to talk about what he thought would be coming next, but heâd do anything to get that look off her face. Anything to convince her to stay.Â
âP-people who, who l-love each other, theyâand I canât, I canât, Iâ Resh, Iâve tried, Iâve tried! Please, I canâtâŠâ She covered her mouth again with trembling hands.Â
Who love each other. Very good friend.Â
Oh gods.Â
The relief he felt⊠indescribable. She returned his feelings, at least somewhat. But on the heels of that came a suffocating guilt. Sheâd been so afraid, for all this time, thinking heâd eventually wantâhe swallowed down the pain that came when he realized heâd made her suffer with that uncertainty. He reached out with his free hand, and she actually took it, squeezing so hard his bones creaked.Â
I am so sorry, I didnât realizeâ He shook his head at the bewildered look on her face. It doesnât matter. Look, you donât need to worry about that. I donât expect sex from you. His face burned, but one of them needed to say it.Â
Her whole body jerked, her nails digging into his palm. âY-you donât? Butââ
No buts, he said.Â
Carr pulled her hand back, her expression hardening. âI wonât sit around while you fuck someone else.â Â
I donât want anyone else. If heâd had his voice, she wouldâve heard how ridiculous he thought that was. Â
âIâm serious,â she said. âI would kill them, and thatâs not fair. I should leave, while Iâm still able toââÂ
Resh slapped his hand on his knee, cutting her off. I donât want anyone else.
She swiped her sleeve across her face, sniffing. âI donât understand.âÂ
Itâs not⊠something thatâs important to me? If anything, his face burned hotter. He didnât know how to make it any more clear.Â
She was silent, her head cocked as she contemplated him.Â
You tried it? He couldnât even imagine, as touch averse as she was. How had she tolerated it? Or had she? Or was it forced on you?Â
She snorted. âBoth. But I felt like I needed to be sure because nobody would get off my fuckinâ back about it.â She went on, all while Resh tried to keep himself from shattering over her first response. ââWhen you gonna get yourself a girl, Carr?â or âMy gods, just get laid alreadyâ when they thought I was in a mood.â
He shifted, wincing when his ribs protested the movement. He wanted to address the first part but didnât think sheâd appreciate it. So he forced himself to move past it, as she had. They sound like a bunch of dicks. Iâm surprised you let that get to you.Â
Her mouth twisted. âYeah, well.â She looked like she wanted to say more but instead said, âLetâs get you back to bed.âÂ
As she helped him up, he tried not to wonder if this would be the last time. He wanted his energy back, of course. He wanted to not be such a fucking burden. But would this be the last time his arm was around her shoulders? The last time he would feel her warmth and be able to tell himself it was real?Â
I wish I had been there for you, he said after sheâd helped him get situated, unable to let it go completely. He leaned against the headboard, trying to catch his breath. He probably shouldâve laid down, but he wasnât ready to give up. Would never be ready.Â
âIt was a long time ago,â she said, not even bothering to pretend she didnât know what he meant.Â
Like that made it any better. Gods. Resh watched her as she stood up, trying to memorize the way she swept her hair out of her face, the set of her lips, the graceful way she moved. I donât want you to go.
She took in a shaky breath. âI donât want to be the reason you canât stay here. And⊠I know you say it doesnât matter, but I lived with a bunch of men. Who thought I was a man. Itâs all they ever thought about. The amount of sex jokes I know alone is ridiculous. And I just⊠I donât know. I thinkâ I think thereâs something wrong with me, Resh.âÂ
He opened his mouth, but she kept talking before he could say anything.Â
âI went to that brothel because I needed tâ know, not because those stupid pricks needled me into it. Needed tâ see if I was broken, or just made wrong.â She wrinkled her nose, a faraway look in her eye. âI couldnât tell, but the thought of ever trying it again makes me feel sick.â
Resh felt sick, that sheâd put herself through that.Â
âIâve heard⊠heard people say itâs different with someone you care about.â Her breath hitched, and the look she shot him was full of both desperation and sheer terror. âAnyone I couldâve cared about before I couldnât have knowing I was a girl. But youâŠâ Her mouth worked, but nothing came out. She wrapped her arms around her middle and took a step back.Â
You care about me? he prompted, eyeing the door she was inching towards. Her bag still lay on the floor across the room, but he didnât think that would stop her.Â
She nodded and took another step back.Â
And you think Iâll hold you to some nonsense like that when itâs clear how uncomfortable even the thought makes you? His breath was coming too fast, sending shards of fire rippling across his chest.Â
She was balanced on her toes, looking like she was poised to take flight at a momentâs notice. If he said the wrong thing, he was confident sheâd bolt out that door and heâd never see her again. The thought had him breaking out in a cold sweat.Â
If thereâs something wrong with youâwhich, for the record, I donât think there isâthen thereâs something wrong with me too, he said, keeping a close eye on her body language while he spoke. I think weâre just⊠different.Â
âWe?â she asked sharply.Â
It doesnât bother me as much as it seems to bother you, butâ
âIt? Iâm gonna need you tâ be very specific here,â Carr said, her eyes a little wild. ââItâ the whole, âitâ a part ofâŠâÂ
Gods. He passed a hand before his face. Iâve had⊠sex, and it was fine, I guess, but I havenât for⊠I donât even know how long, and I donât really care if I ever do again. My⊠fuck, my hand works just fineâ Oh gods, Carr, please say you understand. Iâve never been able to talk about this shit without feeling like Iâd rather sink into the ground for all eternity.Â
Absolute utter silence. He wasnât sure she was breathing. He wasnât sure he wasnât going to burst into flames.
Thereâs more to loving someone than wanting to fuck them. He scrunched his face, trying to convey the bitterness that wouldâve been present in his tone. I. Donât. Fucking. Care.Â
âYou really donât?â she whispered. Her weight shifted, no longer balanced so precariously.Â
The scarred skin of his brow felt uncomfortably tight beneath the blazing heat of his embarrassment. I really donât. He held out his hand, wanting her away from that door.Â
A calculating look entered her wary gaze, and she took a hesitant step forward. âDo you want to kiss me?âÂ
Dear gods. This conversation might kill him, and then it wouldnât matter if she left.Â
Only if you wanted me to. He kept his hand out, even though his arm shook with the effort.Â
âDo you want to touch me?â She swept her hand over her body, arching an eyebrow.Â
He was careful to keep his cringe internal. Only if you wanted me to.Â
Carr took another step forward. And another. He felt like he was barely breathing.Â
Skirting his hand, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Resh let his arm drop, prickles of alarm skating up his spine. What was she doing?Â
She leaned forward, hesitated to make her intention clear, and when he didnât protest slanted her lips across his.Â
It was the most chaste and innocent kiss heâd ever experienced. It was also the most devastatingly effective kiss heâd ever experienced. His heart thudded against the confines of his chest, feeling like it might burst out of its cage.
Only a few seconds passed before she pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed when she asked, in the most deadly saccharine sweet tone heâd ever heard, âDo you want to fuck me now?âÂ
No, he said without a secondâs hesitation. Goosebumps broke out over his exposed flesh. He didnât dare move a muscle.Â
âWhat, no âonly if you want me toâ for that one?â she asked, sitting back on his thighs. Her eyes glittered queerly.Â
He shook his head. No. Youâve made your feelings abundantly clear. I would never.Â
âBut what if I asked you to?â she pressed.Â
I think I might fall over dead, and then it would be a moot point, he said with a nervous laugh.Â
That mustâve done the trick because the tension faded. Confusion settled over her features instead.Â
âWhat do you want, Resh?âÂ
For you to stay. He clenched the bedspread in his hand so he didnât do something stupid.Â
Exasperated, she said, âBesides that.âÂ
I want⊠I want to build a life with you. When you were gone, after⊠after. I missed you all the time. So bad, it was a physical ache. I want to see you smile. I want you to feel safe.Â
âI missed you, too,â she said, gracing him with a little smile that faded too quickly for his liking. âPhysically, Resh. What do you want?âÂ
He sighed. I like holding your hand. I like when you brush my hair back, or touch my cheek. I like when you sit next to me and our shoulders touch.Â
âWhat else?â she prompted, swiping her hair out of her face.Â
Resh stared at her hand longingly. Her weight on his legs was an exquisite torture. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh. He wanted toâoh, he was supposed to be telling her that.Â
Iâd like to hold you, sometimes, he said after a moment. If you wanted.Â
âIs⊠is that it?â she asked, her brow furrowing.Â
He swallowed. It seemed like a lot to ask of her, considering. Itâs not⊠you donât have to. I donât want anything you arenât comfortable with.Â
Instead of answering, she climbed off his lap. A lump rose in his throat. Was that it, then? Had it been enough?Â
But she didnât move away as heâd thought she would. No, she came closer, up under his arm on his uninjured side.Â
âDoes this hurt?â she asked, lightly laying her head on her shoulder.Â
He couldnât breathe, but it wasnât because he was hurting. She looked up, and he shook his head.Â
âYou can put your arm around me,â she said, the warm puffs of her breath skating across his skin. âIâm pretty sure thatâs part of holding someone.â Â
He huffed. She wasnât wrong. Gingerly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then lowered his chin on top of her head. He was hyperaware of her body, of how what little stiffness there had been slowly melted away, how her breathing evened out and slowed. She rested her hand on his chest, over his heart, and he had to tell himself not to cry.Â
His eyes burned anyway. Never in his wildest dreams had he actually thought sheâd allow this.Â
âIâll stay,â she whispered.Â
A tear fell free, and then another.Â
Heâd never been more grateful.
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no thoughts only jack howl being sooo needy during his rut. Iâm letting my demons out in yiur inbox I am so sorry
Hello hello! That's alright, we all have demons đ I'm going to write this in a drabble/one shot of format, since you didn't specify đ
. And I'm also going to write it as suggestive themes/maybe a lil bit of something else, So sorry if you wanted full NSFW đ
Warning(s): suggestive themes, implied smut, Jack is in rut and needy
Character(s): Jack Howl
Jack doesn't really get needy when in his rut. He used to just sit in his room and wait it out. That all changed when you came along. Now whenever he's like this he wants nothing more than to rut up into you. He shakes in head in embarrassment, he shouldn't be thinking about those kinds of things! But he can't help it, you make his head spin and his heart yearns for your touch. He wants you to touch him, to give him the relief he so desperately needs.
Jack let out a whimper as he felt his groin throb through his pants. 'I'll just have to wait it out, like always..' he told himself. He would have to avoid you, he didn't trust himself around you at the moment. You two weren't even dating, it would be best if you didn't see him for the time being.
You were currently sitting at lunch with your friends. Despite the loud chatter of the cafeteria, your mind seemed to wander to one wolf in particular. You haven't seen him for a few days now, it was starting to get worrying.
A finger snapping brought you out of your head as you turned to the perpetrator. "Helllooo? Y/n? You good? You've been spacing out for 10 minutes." Asked Ace with an eyebrow raise. "Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine, just a little worried about Jack I guess. He usually sits with all of us at lunch, but I haven't seen him in a few days." You furrowed your eyebrows in worry, leaning your head on your hand. Epel gave a shrug in response, "Maybe he's sick? I'm sure it's nothin' to worry about." A sigh came from your mouth as you mumbled a 'maybe you're right.' Still, you couldn't help but wander what was wrong. You decided you were going to stop by his room later to check up on him.
And boy was something wrong alright. Jack has heaving, he was sweating so much and his groin hurt so bad. He tried to relieve himself but it didn't seem to work. He didn't know what to do. A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts, a visitor? He told everyone in his dorm not to bother him for a few days, so who could it possibly be?
His stomach dropped when he heard your voice on the other side of the door. Why were you here?? This was the last thing he wanted. He tried to keep silent, make it seem as if he wasn't there. Unfortunately for him, you weren't giving up that easily.
"Jack? Are you there?" Another knock "...I'm coming in, I've been worried you know, just wanted to make sure you were okay." Oh did you have to go and say that? Now his face is red from more than just his rut. You were always so sweet and kind to him, no wonder he fell for y-OH GOD WHY IS THE DOOR OPENING!? DIDNT HE LOCK IT!?!?
He infact, did not lock the door. You turned the knob, opening it while silently muttering a sorry for the intrusion. Jack desperately tried to run up and close the door before you came in, your scent already intoxicating him more as he attempted to hold back a groan. He ended up tripping over his blankets as you fully came into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you turned back around it took you a few minutes to take in the site before you. Jack, on the floor, in only his underwear. He was dripping with sweat and looked to be heavily flushed, maybe he was sick? Shaking your head you looked at him with worry before kneeling down Infront of him. "Jack!? Are you okay?" You asked as you brought your hand up to his forehead, gasping softly at the heat that radiated off of him.
Jack shivered at your touch before grabbing your hand and gently moving it away from him. He stood up, bringing you up with him and nudged you away, taking a few steps back himself. "You-, you need to leave.." Jack managed to get out, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold himself back any longer if you stayed.
"What? But why?? Jack you're burning up, you need help!"
"I don't need your help. I need you to leave." He lied through gritted teeth. Of course he needed your help, if the growing tent in his boxers were anything to go by, but he wasn't going to ask you for it. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
Despite his attempts at trying to hide it, you noticed. And it wasn't long before the gears started to click in your head. His wavered breaths, his abnormal temperature, his fidgeting, the obvious *bulge* in his pants. It was all coming together.
Your eyes widened as your mouth formed and 'O' shape, letting out a silently noise of understanding as your cheeks darkened. "I-i didn't know, I'm sorry!"
Your eyes seemed to wander his body, your own heating up itself. Jack looked to be in a lot of discomfort, it hurt you to see him like this. An idea came to your head, but you were hesitant if Jack would even be okay with it. Making your way towards him, you shyly placed your hands on his chest and gently started to glide your fingers across his body. "Um..I know you must be in a lot of discomfort right now. If it's alright with you...I could maybe...help you..?" You looked at him hesitantly, searching his eyes for any kind of sign that he was okay with you helping him.
Jack sucked in a breath as his eyes widened at what you said. Help him? You wanted to help him? "...are you sure?" He asked you, his body shivering at your caresses as he leaned into it. You gave him a meek nod, a small grin on your face as your cheeks darkened even more. And that's when Jack finally let his impulses take control, now that he was given the go ahead.
He slammed you up against his wall, hungrily kissing you before moving down your jaw to your neck, letting a groan as he sucked and nibbled on it. You let out a moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tail wrapped around your body. "Jack..~" You had moaned out running your fingers through his hair.
Jack stopped what he was doing and turned to look you in the eyes. He gave you a lopsided lovesick grin. Jack Howl has never been so needy, until he met you. All he's ever wanted was you. And tonight? He was going to devour you.
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