#I need to shut up and stop talking and turn invisible and hide away so nobody has to hear me speak

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The Fragile Heart

A Stort Story

~ After returning home from filming a movie in Europe, Jensen fights to control himself and Y/N keep safe. Unfortunately, lust is hard to fight and hunger even more so…~ 

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader

5,002 Words

NSFW, Vampire!AU, Relationship Angst, Mentions of Past Infidelity, Smut, Blood, Dark Romance, Death

Written for @jacklesversebingo "Bad Things" by Jace Everett was the prompt and inspiration

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He came back wrong.

She couldn't explain it, but he was different. Usually overly affectionate and sweet, her husband shied away from her touch, snapped at tiny offenses, and hid his thoughts away.

No matter what she did, she couldn't reach him.

No matter how tight her grip, she couldn't hold on.

He slept most of the day, complaining of a migraine that he couldn’t shake. She’d bring him meds and water, a snack now and then, but he’d wave her away with a grunt and push his head deeper beneath the pillow.

At night, he seemed better, but still off. He’d disappear into the home gym most of the night, refusing supper for protein shakes and lifting more weight than she thought was safe.

It seemed he could barely stay in the same room with her for long, and as the days ticked by, Y/N grew more worried.

When she tried to confront him and plead for an explanation, a placation, anything- he’d sigh and turn away, unable to give her what she needed.

She was losing him.

Jensen could barely stand it. The entire time he was away, all he wanted was to come home, but being there was painful. Seeing her was tearing him in half. The guilt of what had happened and the fear of what he could do was too much to handle.

He knew he shouldn’t hide, knew she’d listen and be by his side, but he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk losing control and taking away the one thing he truly loved, the only thing in the world that he needed: her.

Each day was worse than the last. Y/N looked at him with eyes filled with pain when once there was only love. She sat alone at the dining table, picking at food her stomach was too upset to take. The blanket wrapped tight around her while the television watched her was no comfort, the books she held lay in her lap ignored and unread.

After a while, she stopped trying to talk to him. She no longer reached for his hand when he walked by or met his gaze with adoring eyes.

He was losing her.

Just before sunset that night, Jensen was slumped in his favorite chair by the living room window. The curtain was drawn shut and he held his head in one hand as if the very act of being there was painful.

He looked up when she came in, green eyes glowing slightly in the lamplight. For a second, he forgot everything. For a blessed moment, they were happy and whole.

He smiled softly. “Hey, baby.”

She stared at him before answering, confused by the greeting after so much silence. “Hey.” She crossed her arms over her chest, putting up invisible defenses. “I’m not cooking tonight,” she said simply while looking down at her socked feet. “If you get hungry, there’s some yogurt in the fridge or that leftover chicken from the other night.”

Jensen pulled in a heavy breath. “You’re not hungry?”

“No.”

Y/N turned to leave but he stopped her.

“Wait…”

In a blur, he jumped up from the chair and touched her shoulder. She spun and found him closer than he’d been in weeks. Tears sparkled in her eyes and she held her breath, needing him to make a move.

He fell into her gaze. “Y/N, I-”

She looked so tired and lost that his chest ached. On instinct he lifted his right hand, ready to cradle her cheek like he’d done a thousand times before. When his touch landed, Y/N flinched and he watched a shiver work its way through her body.

“Jensen, you’re freezing.”

Immediately, he snapped his hand closed and pulled away, backing up a step. “Sorry, I’m�� it’s cold in here.”

She moved to follow him, closing the space between them with a long step. “Baby-” Concern flooded her voice and Jensen’s jaw clenched tight. “Are you sick? Is- is that what’s been going on? I can call the doctor or we can go in the morning or-”

“No!”

Y/N gasped and backed up, more hurt than scared.

His shoulders fell. “I’m sorry. I’m not sick- I’m just-”

“What?”

He turned away, but she grabbed his wrist, keeping him there, refusing to let him storm off again. Her fingers burned into his skin. She was so warm, so soft. His breath quickened and his heart raced.

“Y/N, don’t do this.”

She held him tighter. “Me? I’m not doing anything but trying to get you to talk to me!”

He could feel her pulse through her grip, like tiny beats in the tip of each finger. He tried not to focus on it, but it was too hard to ignore.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” Her voice cracked as emotion took over. “Please. You’ve been home for almost a month and I have no idea what happened in Paris; no clue why you’re acting like this. Please. Talk to me!”

The more emotion she felt, the harder her blood flowed and Jensen closed his eyes, letting the sound permeate his being. He could almost see it pumping through her body; feel each tiny blood cell sweeping through her veins. He locked his jaw shut and took a breath to steady himself.

It was pointless.

He was close to breaking.

“Jensen!”

When he wouldn’t answer, Y/N stepped in front of him, forcing him to at least look at her. His mind was reeling, his flesh tingling with dangerous lust.

“Please talk to me…”

She dropped his wrist and placed her hand on his chest. Her fingers curled into the soft cotton of his gray t-shirt and his hands began to shake. He wanted to grab her, slam her up against the wall, and-

“No.”

Y/N’s lip trembled. “No?”

“No, it’s not- I didn’t mean-”

Slowly, her hand fell to her side. Y/N looked up, choking back a flood of tears. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she swallowed them down. “Why won’t you talk to me? I miss you.”

Her words wrapped around him, pushing caution away.

“I miss you too, Y/N.” Jensen reached for her cheek and this time she didn’t flinch. He slid his fingers behind her ear and back, bracing the nape of her neck in his big hand. “So fucking much…” He urged her chin upwards and pulled her body flush against his. “You have no idea…”

Shivering but desperate, she fell into him and let her lips gently part. “Please…”

Her breath washed over him like sunshine, warm and inviting. He bent to kiss her lips, instantly remembering their secret rhythm and how perfectly they fit together. Y/N exhaled into him and he sucked it down, kissing her deeper and wrapping his thick arms around her. She moaned as he ran his hand down her spine; shuddered when he sucked at her bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby… I need you.”

Jensen growled as her whisper echoed in his head. He needed her just as badly and wanted her even more. His tongue swept over hers and he heard her heart tick faster. Her breasts pressed firm against his chest; her fingers teased upwards to hook around his collar.

“Jensen…”

An ache spread through him and fire sparked deep in his gut. His fingers tensed on her flesh, dimpling her softness as he held on. His lips danced across her cheek and jaw as his knee pushed between her thighs.

Y/N tugged a hand through the long hair that curled around his ear and moaned as his kiss fell against her throat.

He shut his eyes, feeling the fire grow more intense. His mouth ran dry, his muscles tightened, his senses heightened. He could smell how wet she was as the arousal dripped from her cunt. He could feel her temperature rise half a degree as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. Her heart beat loudly in his ears and Jensen felt his control slipping.

He sucked at her throat, licked hard at her thrumming pulse, each beat driving him farther away from safety and into the darkness that waited for them both.

His upper lip twitched as the monster struggled to break free and Jensen panicked. Immediately, he jumped back and turned away, covering his deformed mouth with his hand and closing his senses to her presence.

Y/N stumbled in place, her balance shattered when he released his hold. “Jensen?”

He cowered by the window with his back to the light. “I can’t.”

Her heart ached. He could hear it slowing.

“You can’t? You can’t what? Kiss me?”

He shook his head.

“Hold me?”

His chin dropped and he held his hands over his ears, desperate to block the sadness in her voice and the percussion of her heart.

“Listen to me? Look at me?” Tears fell. Her stomach churned. “Look at me!”

Afraid to move, he stood frozen like a coward. Silent, hurting, and terrified to lose her.

She wanted to beat her fists into the wall, slap him, scream in his face- anything to get him to talk, but she knew it wouldn’t matter.

She took her broken heart to bed and shut the door without another word.

He walked the city like he had every night since he’d been home. Keeping to the side streets, he hid himself away in the alleyways and the empty lots, all the places the light rarely touched. If anyone recognized him, they didn’t show it. This late at night he was just another lonely wayfarer in fancy boots and designer jeans. A mess of a man who had no place to go, nothing to do but linger in the dark.

With every step he thought about their kiss and how closely he’d skirted danger.

Each blink brought her face into view, with broken bones and bruised flesh, pale skin and lifeless eyes.

It was a warning he couldn’t ignore, but he was too in love to back down.

Y/N lay in the dark counting the minutes until morning. Twice, she’d dozed off, but a buzzing mind kept true sleep at bay. She tossed and turned, twisted the blanket around her body, cradled the pillow in her arms.

There was no comfort without him there.

The empty bed was a painful reminder of love slipping away.

When he came in, the air went out. Y/N jolted up from her pillow, gasping as if the oxygen was being sucked from the room. Every tiny hair stood on end and the electrical pulses shooting through her body told her to run.

“It’s just me.”

Jensen’s voice calmed her panic but did little to ease the hurt. He stood in the bedroom doorway, his face lit only by the faint stream of light peeking through the curtains. He looked ghostly, his face pale and gaunt.

“You scared me,” she told him, sitting up against the padded headboard. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere. Just out.” He shifted his stance and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Did I wake you?”

Y/N shook her head and hugged her arms across her chest. “Haven’t been sleeping lately.”

Jensen hung his head. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed and looked away. “Don’t-”

“No. I am.”

He took a step inside and reflex tightened her body. She flinched and he froze in place.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “About all of it. Everything. For tonight, for not… talking to you. For leaving you alone all this time.”

Drawing her knees up, Y/N hid her face in her hands. “You don’t have to, Jensen. I’m… I’m so tired.”

Hurt and worry knotted his gut. Another step pulled him closer to the bed, but he kept a safe distance.

“I need to tell you what happened, I want to. I just don’t know if-”

“If I’ll forgive you?”

He looked down at the carpet and found the faint outline of the red wine stain still stuck in the fibers from a night of drunken sex three years ago. He shouldn’t have been able to see it in the dark but it was clear, every strand of thread, every fleck of stain visible now.

“If you’ll… understand.”

Y/N exhaled a shaking breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to cry anymore. She didn’t want to fight.

“Was it another woman?” she asked, dreading the answer.

Another.

The feeling she put into that single word shook him deep.

Years ago, he’d fucked up. There had been another woman, a guest on set that he’d gotten too close to. It was only a week, but it had nearly shattered their marriage.

He swore he’d never go there again, and he wasn’t sure that he even had this time, but she needed to know. She deserved to know. Everything.

“It wasn’t like that,” he said softly, “but yes.”

He could almost hear the crack in her heart. The fragile heart that had forgiven him years ago. The heart that had stood by him through everything life had thrown his way. The heart that always welcomed him home. The heart he was forever breaking.

Jensen sat at the very foot of the bed and hunched over, resting his forearms on his knees. He clasped his hands and closed his eyes, trying to figure out where and how to start.

Y/N watched him struggle but turned away when he looked back. She refused to meet his gaze, afraid she’d crumble into more pieces than they could ever pick up.

“I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath.

“I can’t even explain what happened-”

“Try.”

He swallowed hard. “The shoot was… crazy. I’ve had rough gigs before but this took a lot out of me. This was…” He felt her eyes on him, heard her steady breath, smelled her trepidation. “Anyway. There was a lot of drinking. Too much.”

Y/N sighed. “Go on.”

“Couple of us found a bar- just a local place. There was nothing special about it. The booze was cheap and…”

“I get it,” she snapped. “You were drunk. And then?”

“I was just minding my own business and-” He pressed his nails into the palm of his left hand as memory washed over him. He could smell the stale beer, taste the bourbon, feel the cool air. “I don’t know where she came from, she just appeared at my side and… we started talking.”

Y/N held her breath and her tongue, giving him the time he needed to get it out. Anger swirled in her stomach but she did her best to keep it from boiling over.

“I can’t even remember about what, really. It was all a blur. Like, an actual blur. After a while I could barely see anything in the room but her, as if the background had gone out of focus. I felt stoned. Slow. Like… I was drugged.”

Concern pushed anger aside and Y/N leaned forward, kicking her knees down and to the side. “Drugged?”

“I just felt… strange.”

“Baby- what happened?”

He looked up with tears rimming his emerald eyes. “I honestly don’t know. I have gone over it a million times but I just… don’t… know. One minute we were talking and… I know she touched my face. I know we left the bar… and then-”

Y/N braced herself with a deep breath that steeled her soul.

Jensen looked away again, shamed and confused. “I woke up in bed. My bed.”

She clenched her jaw, waiting for the worst of it.

“Alone.”

“Alone?” Her breath released and she shook her head. “I thought-”

He laughed bitterly and stood up. “So did I. I thought- fuck, Jensen, you did it again. You fucked up- but… It was so much worse.”

“Worse? How could it be worse?”

Jensen turned away and rubbed his neck. He felt the marks she’d left behind, invisible yet there, haunting him eternally.

“You won’t understand.”

Y/N swung her feet off the side of the bed and gripped the sheets for strength. “Try me.”

He didn’t know how to say it. It made no sense. It all seemed like a crazy nightmare. How could she understand?

She grit her teeth. “Jensen!”

Startled, he turned back. “She drank from me.”

Y/N sat up straight and a confused smile tickled her lips. “What?”

“She drank from me,” he said again, his voice low and calm. “Drank my blood, Y/N. And… I drank hers. At least, I think I did. I don’t really remember.”

The tickle spread down into her chest and a laugh bubbled up. “What?”

“I said you wouldn’t understand.”

Y/N laughed louder, shocked at the audacity of his lie. “Wait. So… instead of just admitting you went off and fucked some stranger in Paris, you’re trying to tell me that a vampire picked you up at a bar?” She stood up as her attitude and anger swelled. “That’s what you’re going with? A vampire? What, did your buddy Kripke write this excuse for you?”

The rage in her voice made his skin prickle. He cringed and spun away. “Don’t.”

Again, she laughed. It stung him deep.

“Oh, I fucking will!” Enraged, she grabbed his upper arm and tried to spin him back to face her. “Are you seriously gonna stand there and tell me a fucking vampire story right now? After everything?”

He would not be moved, standing like a statue next to her.

“Y/N, please-”

“A vampire!” Another yank on his arm did nothing to appease her. “No. I want you to look at me in my face and tell me that you believe some French bitch sucked your fucking blood and turned you into a vampire.”

His head was spinning. The heat of her touch burned into his soul. His muscles ached; his bones felt like they were about to splinter. He held his breath, trying to stay calm, to fight the urge to snap back.

“Look at me!”

She was screaming and he was silently boiling inside.

“Fucking look at me! "Goddamnit, Jensen!”

Desperate, Y/N shoved him hard and the dam broke.

Jensen spun around and showed her the truth.

His eyes, once a comforting forest of green, were rimmed in crimson and seething with danger. His plump lips, so cracked yet soft, kissable and beautiful, were pulled tightly back, revealing a pair of dagger-like fangs and a hungry tongue.

Terror petrified her limbs and locked her in place, eyes wide and staring. Jensen’s body trembled there, his chest heaving with panting breaths; his hands balled into strong fists to keep from grabbing her.

Every second was agony for him. He could hear her blood coursing like a raging river, see her pupils contract and expand in such miniscule points no human eye could track. He wanted her to understand. He wanted her help, needed her comfort. He wanted to rip her chest open and devour everything inside.

Y/N took a deep breath and the panic subsided. She lifted a hand to his cheek without hesitation or fear.

“Jen…”

He closed his eyes and let her touch ground him. He felt the pain ease as he leaned into her palm.

“Baby…”

Her whisper broke through everything and the monster calmed. He opened his eyes and hot tears streamed down his face.

Y/N took him in her arms, holding him tight as he crumbled.

Silently, they moved back to the bed and she eased him onto the pillow, never lifting her touch from his skin.

“I do not understand this,” she said gently, leaning on an elbow to look down at him. “But we will figure this out. I’m not gonna give up on you, Jensen. Not ever.”

He shook his head. “What is there to figure out? I’m cursed. One night of drunken bullshit and I’m a fucking monster.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.” He sat up quickly, knocking her hand away. “I’ve done things.”

Y/N bit her lip, struggling to stay strong for him and contain her own tears.

“Every night while you’re in here alone- I’m… I’m out there…” He looked to the window across the room and the pale light illuminated his face. “Hurting people.”

Y/N cringed and hugged herself tight, trying not to let her imagination take off.

“I’m sure you can’t help it,” she whispered.

He looked back over his shoulder. “I can’t. I can’t fucking stop it from happening. I get this pain in my gut. This hunger… I can’t stop.”

Every story she’d read, movie she’d seen- the thought that it was all real was driving her mad, and yet- there he was, living it.

“Maybe there’s a cure or something. Like… well, I don’t know exactly but if-”

“No.”

Jensen dropped his head into his hands and his shoulders began to shake. He exhaled a trembling breath and Y/N shifted closer, laying her hands on him once more. She pulled him close and he melted into her, soothed by her warmth.

“I’m so sorry.”

She kissed his forehead, smoothed back his hair. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I am.”

She kissed him again and he lifted his chin, meeting her gaze.

“I am so fucking sorry.”

Y/N nodded and raked her hand through his hair, curled her fingers around his ear. “We’ll get through this. We will.”

He clung to her, praying she was right. “How?”

“Together.”

Jensen closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to her chest. Her heartbeat was so steady in his ear, her fingers felt like heaven running across his scalp. Slowly, he lifted his lips and she met him halfway.

The kiss was slow and familiar, like he was finally coming back home.

She pressed harder and his lust stirred. He licked at her lips and breathed her in, needing everything she could give.

Y/N fell back against the pillows and he followed, dropping down to cover her with his full weight. Her lungs emptied and he breathed life back into her as his hand slid down her side. Her lips parted for his tongue and she moaned when he lifted up an inch, just high enough to trace her hipbone with his cool fingertips.

She gripped his collar as his hand snuck into her thin panties, rocked her hips as his palm pressed up against her cunt.

“Fuck…”

He slipped his middle finger inside and she shivered at the cold.

“Sorry.”

She shook her head and licked into his mouth. “Don’t stop…”

Wetness trickled down onto his wrist and he lifted his thumb to stroke her clit, expertly winding her up the way only he knew how. Her breath quickened, her temperature rose. He could feel it like never before: every fiber of her body tightening as the pleasure increased.

Jensen stared at her face, marveling at the subtle changes. Blood pulsed in her cheeks, her lips fell slack, her eyes went blurry, all under his gaze.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. It was like seeing her for the first time and truly knowing her. “I love you.”

A smile lit her face and she blinked up at him, worried but grateful he was back. “I love you…”

He felt the snap, the precise second her orgasm struck and he sat back to watch her body writhe with bliss. It was pure magic the way she moved, the way her body opened up even more for him.

“Need you,” she moaned, reaching out for him.

Jensen rushed to shed his clothing, kicking his boots off and rolling onto his back to yank his jeans away. Naked and pale, he returned to her, shifting his thighs between hers and spreading her knees wide.

He hesitated but she relieved his worry, setting her hands on his chest and nodding gently.

“Please…”

Falling forward, he set one hand by her head and eased his cock inside with the other. His jaw dropped as her body squeezed around him, warm and tight and absolutely made for him.

Y/N shivered but held on, snaking her hand up to rest at the nape of his neck. Moans filled the room and tight-lipped, loving curses passed between them.

Lost in her, Jensen sensed the hunger rising again. His muscles twitched with the need and he shook his head, refusing it to surface.

Sensing his struggle, Y/N dug her fingers gently into his neck and urged him down. She kissed him hard and then turned her head to the side, stretching her throat for him.

His entire being seemed to focus on the thick vein pulsing in her neck, calling to him, begging to be torn apart.

He held back.

“No.”

Y/N ached into him. “Do it. I want to feel it. Please.”

With a low growl, he kissed the crook of her neck and jerked his hips. She gasped and her heart rate soared. Another kiss, another hard snap of his hips. Y/N trembled beneath him and whimpered as his tongue swept over her pulse.

“Please…”

The desire was rampant, but love held him back. “What if… What if I can’t stop?”

Y/N squeezed his neck and ran her hand up to cradle the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“I trust you.”

The heat of her, the wetness, the soft flesh made his thirst peak, and Jensen sank his teeth into her throat.

The first splash of life against his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through him so intense that he came, flooding her cunt as her blood filled his mouth.

“God…” Y/N’s consciousness wavered. She felt light, as if her body was floating in his arms, safe and loved forever. Every gentle pull of his lips drew more sense of self from her mind until she was a simple cloud of pleasure set to dissipate into the night sky. “Jensen…”

He felt her heart straining and her warmth fading as she shuddered with ecstasy. Intoxicated, he drank deeper, pulling her essence into himself and moaning with every drop he swallowed.

“Jensen…”

Her eyes refused to focus, rolling uncontrollably in her skull. Her lungs burned as the blood ceased to return. Her legs went numb, her hand fell limp onto the mattress.

“Jen-”

Wrapped in bliss, he bit down again, loving the way her flesh yielded to him. He licked at each wound, and savored every flavor. The salt on her skin, the faint remains of her night cream. The blood, so rich and full of love, pouring into every inch of him. He smiled against her throat. “Love you… Love you… Love you…”

He didn’t hear the moment her heart stopped, but he felt it like a strong force shoving him in the chest. He jolted back and blinked into the darkness. His body was tingling, alive and full of energy. For the first time in weeks he felt true warmth spread through him and he laughed.

“Fuck, baby, that was incredible.” He licked her taste from his lips and moaned. “So fucking good!” He stretched hard, moving his muscles and grinning. “You good, baby?”

A tiny breath fell from her lips and Jensen’s lightness faded.

“Y/N?”

Her cheek was frigid and pale, as if she’d siphoned the cold from his soul.

“Y/N.”

He shook her but she wouldn’t wake.

“Y/N!”

In a panic, Jensen dug his nails into his own neck, ripping a deep gash that sprayed across her face. The blood ran down and he took her weak body in his arms, pressed her cold lips to the wound.

“Come on, baby… Don’t leave me….”

The blood gushed down her chin, soaked into her skin, forever stained the mattress.

“Y/N, please…”

A stream found its way between her lips and a surge of electricity sparked on her tongue. Jensen felt the pull as she accepted his blood, sucking hard at his throat.

“That’s it, baby…” He smoothed the hair back from her face. “That’s it. Fuck…”

He sat by the window and watched her for hours. She lay as if dead, her body unresponsive and posed where he’d left her. There was no breath to lift her chest, no beating heart to echo in his ears.

The night slowly faded and Jensen closed the curtains against the light. He wiped the tears from his cheek and climbed into bed beside her, draping his arm across her middle. He rested his head on her chest and closed his eyes.

One last night together and then eternity without her.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

The day came and went with Jensen sleeping fitfully by her side. At sunset, he heard a gentle thump and then another. He opened his eyes and held his breath, listening for more.

“Come on, baby…”

A louder thud gave him hope. Jensen sat up and gripped her shoulders tight.

“Open your eyes, Y/N. Please.”

The sun finally hit the horizon and Y/N sucked in a full, gasping breath. Her eyes flew open and her body tensed, every cell filling with preternatural power as the cursed blood flowed through her.

Jensen backed away as she sat up, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at her husband. The darkness was no match for her vision and she could see every detail in his face, every pale freckle, every line, every lash clear and vivid.

“Jensen?”

He rushed back to her side and took her hand, lifting it to his lips.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I thought- I mean- I killed you…”

Smiling gently, she pulled him close. She licked deep into his mouth and his head spun.

Y/N was as cold as he was now, but it wasn’t painful. It felt right; he felt complete.

“How do you feel?”

New life pulsed through her, tingling and alluring. Y/N took a deep breath and exhaled against his lips.

“Hungry…”

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Don't Look At Me Like That! Buggy x Reader (OPLA)

What is Buggy hiding from you? That's what you're going to find out

BUGGY

'Captain y/n is looking for you,' Cabaji says, shuffling on the spot avoiding eye contact with me.

I might be captain but y/n had been one of my first crew members, and one of the few original ones still remaining, so they had an equally terrifying presence but never stole my spotlight. y/n had a kind soul but could change on a dime if anyone upset them or said anything about me or the crew. If you wronged them and they smiled your life was over, and it had gotten me out of some sticky situations in the past.

'And what did you tell them?' I reply, shuffling some papers on my desk to cover a new map I'd gotten my hands on.

Cabaji sighs, 'You're busy and not to be disturbed.'

y/n was loyal and if I told them not to disturb me they wouldn't. They also wouldn't enter my quarters if the door was closed, but glancing over Cabaji's shoulder I see the door wide open and know the consequences.

I wave Cabaji off, 'Okay, now leave, and shut the door behind you.'

He walks out and shuts the door. I pick up a knife and throw it at the wall just to the right of the door and a familiar voice curses loudly.

'Seriously! How did you know captain?' y/n grumbles, and appears out of thin air.

y/n ate a devil fruit not long after joining the crew, the clear-clear fruit which allowed them to turn invisible. It helped turn the tides of battle having y/n sneak behind enemy lines without being spotted. At first, it was a massive pain in my arse but my senses had heightened over the years meaning little things out of place or breezes didn't surprise me and probably meant y/n was invisible.

I lean my back against the desk and fold my arms over my chest, 'Cabaji left the door open and you'd use it to sneak in. Why are you looking for me y/n?'

y/n pulls the knife out of the wall and looks at me with puppy dog eyes, '...you're up to something aren't you captain?'

'How did you know?' I ask, curious.

y/n walks towards me, 'I heard some of the crew talking.'

Hopefully y/n hadn't seen me hide the map on my desk. I reach out my hand and they return the knife, 'you don't sound particularly upset about it.'

y/n shrugs their shoulders and stops in front of me, 'I'm not, we're pirates.'

I hum to myself before reaching a gloved hand to rest on their cheek, which y/n leans into, '...and yet your eyes still hold displeasure.'

y/n bites their lip and I knew I'd hit the nail on the head when they don't reply, but simply continue the puppy dog eyes which would break me eventually.

I stroke their cheek, '...you're upset I didn't include you, aren't you?'

y/n nods, '...a little.'

I pull my hand away and they pout, but I had reasons for keeping them out of this scheme because what I was doing I was doing for them, 'trust me y/n I know what I'm doing. Go terrify the new crew; before you know it all this will be forgotten, and we can go back to adventuring again.'

y/n's eyes widen mischievously, 'I trust you captain and promise to stay out of your way if that's what you want. Now how far can I push the newbies?'

It was easy to switch y/n's train of thought, I just felt bad for the new crew having to deal with y/n, but if they wanted the pirate life then they were going to have to pass y/n's tests, 'don't scar them too badly, now I need to get back to my plans.'

y/n laughs and stands back saluting me, 'Okay captain.'

I wait until they leave before pulling the map back out. It was y/n's old home island where I found and rescued them years ago from an abusive past. Rumours were that their family were up to no good again so I'd be able to give them to y/n to kill while claiming all the treasure the island held. This was going to be an interesting couple of weeks if everything went to plan and y/n kept their nose out.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Thank You

Johnny x FEM! Reader

Summary: Johnny finds himself in the comfort of your home after saving you.

A/n: I haven't read or seen a fanfic on him, maybe because his character is honestly a lot but I wanted to write something from the movie, Naked (1993) Mike Leigh. Enjoy-L

Warning: Johnny being Johnny, mention of rape and abuse, reader almost being SA, Johnny talks to himself, Johnny has a crush, act of stealing.

Word Count: 4K

The night was freezing more than usual and Johnny’s slim cheeks were red from the cold. His only source of warmth was the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He was leaning against a building trying to hide away from the harsh cold winds while watching the citizens of London walking up and down the streets.

His blue eyes pierced at whoever walked past him, they all looked happy, they all looked like they had somewhere to be unlike him. His hands shook from the cold and he placed them under his armpits trying to warm them up. It was futile, his whole body shook from the frigid air.

Shutting his eyes, he started to think about his next plan. Visiting his ex, Louise was a failure. It was pointless even after he hooked up with her roommate, Sophie. The dark haired girl, Sophie, excited him for a while. She had a pretty face and he slept with her but she caught feelings for him. That was a no go for him after Louise, he thinks being in love is pointless after she left him for a new job but he knew deep down she left him because of his ways. Cheating on her constantly and treating her badly. He realized perhaps it wasn't love. The tons of books he read that had love in it, was not the same he had for Louise. He was lonely that's why he had Louise around, he had her for the nights when he couldn't sleep and he needed something warm.

Johnny sighs to himself as he remembers Sophie following him, following his every move, telling him that she loves him and understands him. He slept with her one more time and hit her head against the arm of the couch multiple times making her understand he wasn't a good guy. A part of him, like it though. Being bigger than her but his attraction towards her turned into disgust. She didn't have any standards. Still following him around like a puppy after what he just did to her.

His stomach growled and he can’t recall when was the last time he ate. The girl from the diner was kind to him, she reminded him of a mouse. A depressed mouse, she looked so sad when he mentioned it to her. She went crazy, forcing him to leave her house after she had invited him in. He cursed at her nasty words and he felt bad for a moment, just a brief second. So now, he was out in the freezing cold and his stomach was aching for something.

His eyes shot open when he heard laughter, it was a nice sound. He can’t recollect when was the last time he actually laughed, a genuine laugh. One of those laughs that made your stomach hurt and left you out of breath.

“That’s what I told him.” You told your friend on the phone, crossing the street. Your body shivered when a gust of wind blew. In the corner of your eye you see a tall man with shaggy hair. He looked sickly and his dark clothes were blending in the night.

You nodded, a hello at him when you caught his eyes, you kept walking, telling your friend to repeat what she just said.

Johnny looks at you as you keep walking. You had seen him, Johnny is so used to being in the background, invisible to the human eyes. You had seen him and greeted him like a human with decency.

He’s been standing by the building for hours and no one had even caught his eyes. Johnny looked at them, but they would just simply ignore them and continue on. Johnny is an observer, he’s always been since he was a child. So when a man passed him, he looked at him and it didn't take Johnny long to see the man was holding a knife. He spotted it and he saw a glimmer of the steel of the knife shine under the street lamps.

He saw you stopped by the corner, waiting for the light to turn red so you could pass. You got off the phone. Tugging your bag close to your body, you stuffed your hands inside the pockets of your coat for warmth. Johnny followed the man, throwing the bud of the cigarette on the sidewalk.

Johnny’s quick on his feet, he hears the man breathing heavily. Million thoughts rushed through Johnny's head. The man was thinking of robbing you, perhaps the man was going to kill you or worse. In Johnny's eyes, you were a pretty thing and by the way that the man was following you. That man was going to do the worst thing to you. Unaware of the man coming up behind you. You started to walk across the street when the light turned.

You hear a shout and you look over your shoulder to see a man in a black puffer jacket and a beanie. His dark eyes were wide and his mouth was parted open as he stared at you. He licked his lips as he looked up and down at you. You saw the man standing by the building running behind him and wrapping his arms around the man with the knife as he shouted once more.

You gasped when you saw the knife and without a single thought you swung your purse at the man holding the knife. Johnny released the man when he saw you were about to swing.

You swung your purse at the man’s face. The man with the knife came tumbling down like a sack of potatoes on the sidewalk.

Johnny heard you shout as you swung your bag over the man’s head.

“Motherfucker! You son of a bitch!” Johnny took a step back as you kept swinging. He kicked the knife to the road before the man would wake up and grab it.

"Thank you." You told him before sliding your bag up on your shoulders. Johnny doesn't know what to say. He doesn't recall being thanked before.

The man groaned before falling unconscious on the ground. You look up at Johnny.

"Jesus, love. What you got in that bag?" Johnny asked you as you stepped back from the man on the ground.

Johnny watched as you open your bag and pulled out a glass Tupperware with a hydro flask.

"Should we call the cops? Or the ambulance?" You asked Johnny and shakes his head.

"That asshole wanted to rob you. Probably rape you and you want to call an ambulance for him?" He asked you.

"You're right. Fuck him." Johnny nodded like that response better. That piece of shit didn't deserves your kindness. You were about to walk away when you remember he was waiting by the building.

"Were you waiting for someone over there?" You asked him and he shook his head at you.

You felt bad, leaving him in the cold. He did help you, without his shout. You surely would have been dead. He was nice enough to run and wrap his arms around him to stop him.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked as you shivered when another gust of wind blew.

Johnny shook his head once more. “Come on then.”

Johnny doesn’t think he heard you right. His brows knitted in confusion when you turn to start walking and look over your shoulder at him.

“Come on. I’m freezing my tits off.” You said. You hear him behind you.

“I swear if you try anything. I’ll hit you so hard with my bag.” Johnny keeps looking at you. He’s walking next to you and he can see your face up close. You are absolutely beautiful, he thinks to himself. It was a short walk and he followed you into a building. Opening the glass door, you hold it out for him. Walking inside he notices there's another door.

“Excuse me.” He hears you say softly and he feels you brush against him when you take out your keys from your bag. Johnny stares down at you and you unlock the door. Opening the door, you shoot him a smile and he can’t help but smile back. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles that he always received from other people. Your smile was genuine.

“I'm just down the hall.” You tell him as you shut the door after he walks in. The inside of the building was dingy and he notices there’s a staircase to the right side of the hall. He follows you down the hall and notices the welcome mat in front of your apartment. The white paint on the door was chipping and the number of the door was hanging upside down.

Johnny doesn’t say anything. He was just grateful that he found a place to stay for the night. Somewhere warm, he didn’t want to sleep another night in the park, especially in the cold. He rubs his hands tighter for warmth as you open the door.

“Come in.” You tell him and he enters first. The lights turned on and your apartment was the complete opposite of outside the hallway. The hallway was dark and grimy, while the inside of your apartment was colorful. He steps into the room and notices a light brown couch in the middle of the room. There’s a small tv in front of it. He notices the large bookshelf next to a window.

“I’ll get started on dinner. You must be hungry.” You say walking past him, dropping your bag on the coffee table.

Removing your coat, Johnny takes note of your clothes. You wore black leggings with an oversized sweater. You turned to hang your coat and his eyes looked down to see your ass.

“You okay?” You turn to him when you realize he hasn’t spoken.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m -.” Johnny repeats your name and looks down to see your hand is out for him to shake.

“I’m Johnny.” He says shaking your hand. You jumped when you felt how cold his hands were.

“You poor thing.” You say rubbing your hands with his to warm them up. Johnny doesn’t think he ever felt someone so warm like you. He doesn’t know why he becomes so insecure with you being so close to him.

“I’ll make you some tea or do you want coffee to warm you up?” You’re still holding his hand and you look up at him.

His eyes were so magnetic, it drew you in. The lovely shade of blue you have ever seen. He was so tall next to you and you looked down at his lips. They were chapped and he smelled like cigarettes and the cold air.

��Tea would be alright.” Johnny tells you and you pull him by the hand into the kitchen. The kitchen was small. You signal him to sit down on the dining table that only fits two. It was against the wall near the fridge.

“Can I smoke here?” He asked you as you started to turn on the stove.

“Yea.” You answered him while opening a cabinet above the stove. Johnny watched you take out an ashtray and placed it in front of him with a small smile. You move so effortlessly around the kitchen it almost looks like you were dancing. You put on the kettle after filling it up with water.

“Have you lived here all your life?” He asks you while you grab a few things from the fridge.

“No, I’ve been here for three years.” Johnny listens to you while smoking as you tell him where you are originally from.

“Did you hate it over there so much? That you had to come over here?” Johnny asked and was surprised when you weren’t shocked by his question. Not many people will tell their business to a complete stranger. You were open and you didn't seem to mind his questions.

“No, I like my hometown. I came over here for work.” You told them while beginning to cut up some vegetables.

The depressed mouse that worked in the dinner had given him a bath as well. Part of him didn’t want to take it because of what happened with the depressed mouse. He opened his mouth and she got mad and threw him out.

“A shower then?” You told him after you noticed the unsure look on his face.

“Just to warm you up. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Are you always this nice? What are you hiding? Are you making up for something you lack?” Johnny said and was waiting for a nasty reply, but it never came.

You just shrugged your shoulders at him. “ I just want you to feel comfortable in my home. After all, if you hadn't shouted I would've been dead in the middle of the street by now. I would’ve been robbed or raped.”

“If you don’t feel comfortable here. You can leave.” You tell him.

“Or stay here where it’s warm and take a shower while I finish with dinner.” Johnny looks over his shoulder as you walk to the living room.

You were right, the hot water helped him. He was leaning against the tile wall staring at it as the water washed over him. You were so kind that you turned on the water and left him a towel by the sink. He dragged his duffel bag inside the bathroom. He thinks that this will never happen again. Taking a shower two times a day. He felt like a rich man.

His stomach growls when the smell of your cooking hits him. Finishing with the shower, he dries off and gets dressed. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the medicine cabinet above the sink. Toothbrush, toothpaste, razors and creams are lined up on the tiny shelves. He takes the bottle of pain killer and takes one. Putting it back, he turns off the light when he walks out. Dropping his bag by the hallway, he looks at the door at the end. It must be your room.

“Johnny.” You call out for him. He walks into the kitchen and the table is set.

“You look 27 now.” You said and he smiles as he sits down. You bring him a knife and a fork over and you see him dressed with baggy pants and a light gray tee. His damp hair is brushed back and slender shoulders are at ease.

Johnny wants to moan loudly because of how delicious the food is. He looks across from you to see you cutting your chicken. The comfortable silence is back again. He doesn’t really like silence, he gets too much into his head and begins to overthink. He starts to wonder why he doesn’t when he’s with you but he wants to talk to you.

“Do you know the butterfly effect?” Johnny asked and you looked up from your plate.

You nod. “Yeah, crazy stuff.”

“Do you believe in it?” He asks and he’s surprised when you nod.

“Have you heard of the Mandela effect?” Johnny for the first time of his life, shakes his head because he doesn’t know. Johnny knows that he is educated because of all the books he has read. There’s a smile on your face and his stomach tenses up by how pretty you look and he licks his bottom lip when you begin to tell him.

“It’s like a false memory that occurs when many different people incorrectly remember the same thing. Let's say there’s an old movie and an actor says something but other people remember it differently. A word can be spelled this but there are other people who remember the word being spelled completely differently.”

“Are you serious?” You nod at him.

“I have the newspaper here. I’ll show you the article when we are done eating.” You told him excitedly.

“So I was thinking. You probably got into a fight with your girlfriend and she threw you out. Am I right?” You asked him.

Johnny remains quiet for a minute and you refill his cup with more water.

“If I say yes, what would you do?” He asked you curiously.

“Well, I’ll have to get my bag for that. I’m pretty sure if she finds out you are here with me. She’ll fight me. I'll have to be prepared. I have never been in a fight with anyone.”

“Put the Tupperware back in the cabinet, love. No one is looking for me.” Johnny said, making you chuckle as both of you kept eating.

“You have a boyfriend? Husband?” You shake your head.

“So you are lacking something?” You frown at him.

“Why do you think I’m lacking something?” You ask Johnny.

“You’re beautiful and you have no one. Do you have a third nipple or something? Something that scares all the dude.” Johnny hears you laugh and he gets quiet.

“A third nipple?” You repeat him.

“To answer your question no. I don’t have a third nipple. I’m single because I haven’t found the right person yet.” You answered him truthfully.

“What’s the right person for you?” Johnny takes a sip of his water.

“Someone you feel comfortable with after being irritated with everyone. Someone you can come home too after a shitty day and they make it all better.”

“I bet there is a line of men waiting for you.” Johnny noticed the look on your face.

“There is but they are just dogs. They want to get their dick wet and I tell them to hire a hooker.” You tell him.

“Would you hire a hooker?” Johnny asked you and you wonder why he’s asking all these questions. He’s so different from the men you met. He’s asking you all of these random questions. It felt like he was trying to make you feel uncomfortable.

“If I was a millionaire, sure why not.” You answered him, and he looked satisfied.

“Why?” You shrugged your shoulders at his question. “Hookers gotta pay bills too, right.”

Johnny nods, he continues eating. You shake your head slowly as you look at him. Johnny was different and you would’ve never talked to a man like you were talking to Johnny. You didn’t care though, you probably wouldn’t see him tomorrow.

Johnny is reading the newspaper on the couch as you showered. He read the article and he was enthralled by it. He looked at the books you had, his fingers glided across the binds of it. He hears you come out of the bathroom and he tiptoes to the hallway. He sees you wearing a towel around your wet and naked bare body. You’re walking to the bedroom and he goes back to see the books.

He came around a small desk and saw a picture. It was the same boy he saw in the picture on the fridge. The little boy was wearing overalls and had a toothless smile. He was sitting on your lap, and you were looking at the camera with your own smile. Johnny’s chest tightens at the side of the picture.

His mind wanders deep and he imagines what if that was you with his kid. He’s never thought of kids before. Never really wanted them. He doesn’t know why he’s thinking of it but the picture of you holding this kid looks so cordial to him.

“That’s my nephew and godson.” Johnny looks over his shoulder. You’re standing in the living room, barefooted with shorts and a flannel shirt. The towel is over your shoulders and you walk towards him.

“He’s cute.” Johnny said as you walked towards him and pulled out an album from the desk drawer. You give it to him. Johnny takes it and walks to the couch.

He can smell the body wash from your body and he places the album in his lap to cover his semi hard on. You sit next to Johnny on the couch and he opens the album. You pointed out family members here and there as Johnny looked through the pictures. Johnny stops at a picture of you. Without a thought, he brings his hands up and traces the outline of your face.

“It was my last day at home. This was before I came here.” You mumbled and looked over at Johnny. He meets your gaze and for a moment. No words were said, just two people staring at each other. You found him attractive and your senses came to you. You look away to take a look at the clock hanging by the wall. You pushed yourself up from the couch. Johnny stares at you as you walk past him and open the door of the small closet near the bathroom. You walk back to him with blankets and a pillow.

“Here you go.” You said and Johnny places the album on the coffee table.

“I can stay for the night.” He told you in a surprised tone.

“Well of course, that is if you like to stay over tonight.” Johnny nods.

“I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out in this cold.” You commented as you fluffed the pillow and handed it out to him.

“The tv remote is over there. Feel free to use the tv or read any books. If you’re still hungry or thirsty, help yourself in the kitchen.”

Johnny graciously grabbed the blanket from the couch you laid out. It’s the softest thing he has ever touched.

“Goodnight.” You tell him and start to walk back to your room.

“Wait!” You turn around at Johnny’s voice.

“It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” He said looking at the clock. You raise a brow at him, 11:00pm is early for him.

“We can watch a film.” Johnny said, pointing his finger at the television.

You got the feeling that he didn’t want to be alone. You knew that feeling all too well sometimes you wanted to be near someone and feel their presence. You thought about what your friends would say if you tell him about tonight obviously they will yell at you for being a complete idiot and inviting a homeless stranger to your home.

“You better not hog the blanket.” You tell him, he smiles as you walk back to the living room and sit on the couch.

Johnny wakes up by the smell of food. He yawns as he pushes himself up from the couch. He feels good, he feels well rested. He remembers watching 10 minutes of the film before shutting his eyes. The last thing he heard was your soft voice saying goodnight.

“Morning.” He looks over at the kitchen to see you frying an egg. Johnny sits up and cracks his shoulders. Pushing himself up, he walks into the kitchen.

“Sit down.” You tell him, setting him a plate on the table. He obeys and starts digging in.

“I’ll have to work soon. You have a place to go?” You asked to sit down to eat your breakfast.

Johnny's slim cheeks are puffed out with all the food he stuffed in his mouth and nods. You don’t believe it because he grabs another toast quickly from the table, shoving it in his mouth. Almost like saying he won't know when will be the last time he gets to eat like this.

Johnny got dressed after breakfast and waited for you to come out of your bedroom. He’s waiting by the door as you grab your lunch from the fridge. You don’t even notice the picture of you holding your nephew missing.

Johnny follows you out of the apartment and out of the building.

“Walk with me to my job?” You asked him and he nodded. Johnny asks what you do and he listens as you tell him.

Johnny has his duffle bag behind him as he crosses the street with you. Stopping by a large building, he looks up at it and whistles at it.

“Have fun wasting away at work.” Johnny's remarks made you roll your eyes.

“Well, a girl gotta eat, Johnny. Have to waste away for a bit.” You tell him and his eyes shine at your response.

“Bye.” You tell him and Johnny doesn’t want to say bye. He wonders if he will ever see you again. He turns around to start walking to nowhere.

“Johnny!” He hears you shouting his name and he looks over.

“Pick me up at 6:00pm. We can have dinner again if you want.” You tell him and Johnny nods. He tells you he’ll be here to pick you up.

He watches as you walk into the building and he turns around with a little pep in his step. He walks to a park and sits on a bench. Opening his duffel bag, he takes out a raggedy book, some of the pages are ripped out of the bind. He keeps it together with a rubber band. He takes it off to read it, he opens the first page and sees the picture of you with your nephew. His eyes stared at your pretty face and a warm feeling filled his chest.

He remembers the first words that came out of your mouth.

Thank you.

[memesfromstuff]

* THE BOYS S01E01 STARTERS.

"how's he gonna find his dick? it's invisible."

"get up, get up! come on, come on!"

"stay back. just stay the fuck back!"

"what are you smiling at?"

"you okay?"

"can i… can i get a selfie?"

"i really need to talk to you about something."

"later, kid."

"i'd like to make an appointment for you to come over and lay some cable."

"that doesn't mean what you think it means."

"laying cable means sex."

"that's disgusting."

"despite your best efforts, i'm actually still hungry."

"i'm actually more hungry now."

"where are we gonna go after all this hot talk?"

"what was i supposed to do? kick his door down."

"i said okay."

"yeah, but you didn't mean it."

"i don't think that's… i don't think that's true."

"well excuse me for waiting."

"you ever heard of chivarly?"

"listen, this is about you getting what you deserve."

"hey, don't you ever besmirch billy joel."

"i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop."

"let the energy go through the wall."

"you should look away."

"i hated it. i mean i can still smell the hairspray."

"but it wasn't a joke to me."

"since when did hopeful and naive become the same thing?"

"i mean why would you get into this business if not to save the world?"

"just, uh, don't get upset, okay?"

"i sign this and i can't talk about it?"

"look, i know you're upset, but we're just trying to help."

"then say you're sorry."

"i mean, you people say 'our condolences' and 'my sympathies' and 'our

regrets', but nobody can look me in the fucking eye and say 'i'm sorry!'"

"i'm not signing anything, get out."

"can i think about it?"

"we could really use the press right now."

"don't worry, i didn't get the job."

"if you're negative, negative things happen to you."

"come sit with me."

"good for you. you want to make this right, what happened. but you can't."

"this is a lot of money. we could really use it."

"be realistic."

"you can't do this."

"you don't have the fight, you never have."

"i'm sorry, but it's true."

"are all these people here for me?"

"i- i haven't done anything yet."

"yeah, that's why we love you."

"so, you ready for your life to change?"

"pretty cool, huh?"

"i used to stand in the mirror, pretending to be where i am right now."

"on my first day, i felt like a fraud. but the good news is, everybody feels that way."

"and hey, we're a team now. we'll help each other out."

"i hope that's not inappropriate to say."

"settle down, we're just talking."

"look, i know that you're powerful. i get it."

"your powers are no joke."

"goes to show you, doesn't it? the bollocks people will believe, if you get them

scared enough."

"cool. cool, cool."

"i'm not gonna piss you about. i heard what happened."

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

"i said who the hell are you, how do you know that?"

"listen, i was thinking that you and me should have a bit of a chat."

"you don't sound like a fed."

"you got it all wrong. it's what i can do for you."

"if you knew half the shit they get up to… fucking diabolical."

"how do you spank a supe?"

"you'll love it."

"thank you for an extremely weird conversation."

"i don't wanna go to a second location with you."

"this is your one and only, mate. once i go i'm gone."

"what have you got to lose that you ain't already lost?"

"where are we?"

"keep your mouth shut."

"fucking hypocrite."

"you want to hear something crazy?"

"dude, that's nasty."

"they're fucking laughing."

"so what are you gonna do about it?"

"oh, for chrissakes. clean yourself up."

"never let them see you like this."

"someone's fucking hiding something."

"like what, like i'm fucking james bond?"

"no, no. i can't, okay?"

"i'm not an infiltrator."

"i'm sorry, i'm just gonna fuck it up."

"i'm not… i'm not like you."

"i know, i know, it's a tough swallow."

"i think maybe you can."

"friendship does cut both ways."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm fine, i'm just having a bad day."

"and… i didn't fight. and now i just feel sick."

"turns out i'm not who i thought i was."

"sorry, i didn't mean to just dump all of that on you."

"just 'cause you fall on your ass doesn't mean you have to stay there."

"that's not who you are. so, who are you?"

"i'm a fighter. i'm gonna fight. i'm gonna take that son of a bitch's head clean

off his body."

"little scary, but- but cool."

"okay, man. i'm in."

"don't want to be late to your first official meeting."

"i had a whole welcome speech planned."

"beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. all that pressure, it's a lot for

anyone to swallow."

"i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere."

"can we get back to this, please? this is a serious crime."

"now, what i do want to hear, is who you saved this week. huh?"

"that's that? that was- that was a lot. th- i've- hold on, can you just- can you

repeat it again?"

"or you can take the blue pill. or is it the red pill? anyway, take the other pill

and quit being a cunt."

"which pill do you want me to take?"

"just quit being a cunt, that's what i'm saying."

"could you empty your pockets, please?"

"accidents happen, right?"

"after all, i mean, you were saving the world."

"can i use your bathroom?"

"and i look him right in the eye, and i smile."

"that was awesome, man."

"i get why you dig this job."

"i think it's best that i take it from here, you know what i mean?"

"i know you can help. i got it."

"you ever seen an asshole tear up 45k?"

"i'd appreciate your discretion."

"of course. you have my word."

"you think i wouldn't find this?"

"who was he?! he put you up to this?"

"do you think i'm a fucking idiot?"

"sorry about the mess."

"you should fuck off."

"you're gonna fucking tell me, or i'm gonna smash your fucking scalp off."

"is he… is he dead?"

"well, he ain't moving."

"would've taken me forever to work that one out."

"let's get him in the booth. the trunk."

"we're both in a shitload of trouble."

"what?! then who the fuck are you?!"

[miabebe]

I Am What I Am (VII)

A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together. But was this fate or was this a choice?

Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC, Kim Mingyu x OC

Word Count - 7.2K

Warnings - Mentions of death, murder, mafia, guns, bullets, violence

Chapter summary - Telling the truth is easy for more reasons than one - there's no need to fear keeping up with a facade, there's no need to carry a weight in your heart. But Na bi also learns, that without the burden of it, there's now room to feel a lot more.

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Na bi looked around the room as the evening sun poured in.

Something about this space had always felt a little off to her, like it was strangely antiquated but now that she knew it belonged to Changkyun’s mother, she finally saw sense. It didn’t seem uninhabited though – all her things were arranged and laid out as though she never left, as though they were waiting for her to come back. Seeing the way he seemed to hang on to every small thing that belonged to her, Na bi realised how hard it must’ve been for Changkyun to part from her, from someone he loved so much. Na bi knew how that felt…..

She stared at the picture frame on the dressing table - A father, a mother, two girls who looked like they were the older ones, and a small boy with a shy grin, hiding in the protective arms of the whole family. They smiled so beautifully, so happily; Na bi felt jealousy rear its ugly head in her heart. Tearing her eyes away from it, she ran her hand along all the dresses that were hanging in the closet, feeling the soft material under her fingertips. As her eyes searched for the one she found herself in the day she came here, the door creaked.

Holding her breath, she leaned back to see Changkyun walking in, luckily not noticing her presence - he simply kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his jacket, walked straight up to the bed and fell into it, melting into the softness of the duvets. Considering she had been acting a bit cold towards him and was also trespassing a personal space, Na bi tried her best to seem invisible, staying hidden from sight by the wardrobe, determined to leave only after he did. But when minutes passed and he didn’t move, she crept out of her hiding place and walked over to him.

His eyes were shut, lips slightly parted, already dragged into a deep slumber, as he held on to a faded blue pillow tightly in his arms, like he was afraid it would run away. Na bi’s eyes skirted over his features as she pushed back the strand of hair falling into his face, eliciting a groan in his sleep, making him turn to his side, curling up like a child against his mother. Sighing, she quietly pulled the curtains shut, and slowly stepped out of the door, stopping by to take one last look at him, Mrs. Lee’s words echoing in her ears – The only woman Changkyun ever loved was his mother. Her name was Na bi too. 

“What do you tell him to let you come to the hospital so often?” Seokmin munched on a packet of nuts as Na bi settled into the couch across him. “Is it not strange to him that you keep coming here despite being suspended?”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t really ask.” Na bi confessed, lost in thought. “I did keep a bunch of believable excuses ready just in case he did say something but he never does? Besides..... we’re not on talking terms anyways.”

“Because he said you’re not friends?” Seokmin raised an eyebrow. “You’re being a child.”

“Because I don’t know what’s left to say to him anymore.” She muttered. “Admittedly I was being petty in the beginning but now, I don’t know. It felt a lot easier when I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on between us but now that I have the clarity that there is nothing, it just feels weird to be around him, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“And I don’t understand it.” Seokmin’s shoulders slumped. “And I also don’t know how to help.”

“You don’t need to, Min-ah." She leaned back into the couch. "I just need to figure out how to break the ice again, slip in that truth serum and get whatever information I need out of him.”

Seokmin nodded, grabbing another bag of snacks. “When you say information, are you talking about Ana or about what Mingyu wants you to find?”

“Both.” Na bi sighed. “I need to know what exactly happened with Ana. If he had no hand in her death-”

“-which you believe-”

“-then I will have to find some other crime or some other proof or some other way Mingyu can get to him.” Na bi ignored Seokmin’s interjection. “To be honest, I think I've cracked most of it, I just need to fill the gaps.” 

“You have?” Seokmin sat up, curiosity piqued.

“I tried to put myself in his shoes and wondered what I would do.” Na bi got up and paced around the room. “His identity is already a mystery, no one can find him anyways. In the off chance that someone does discover who he is or what he looks like, he's not easy to catch because he does not come out in the open. On the rare occasions that he does, I'm not sure how he manages to skirt about the city undetected but then again, considering he was attacked the last time he was out and about, maybe that's his weak point."

Seokmin hummed in agreement.

"But if he's not in the city, he's on his island, cut off from the world, making him hidden and unreachable."

“And do you think his headquarters are somewhere there too?” 

Na bi shook her head. “If he truly is smart, he wouldn’t keep everything in one place. I think…. I think there’s a neighboring island, one not too far away from where he stays…..” Na bi bit her lip thinking harder about all she had pieced together. “As far as where both these islands are is concerned, I haven’t figured out yet but once I do, if he wishes, Mingyu can even go there and get what he wants.”

“But you’re sure they’re islands?” Seokmin raised an eyebrow. “It’s just, you seem to travel by road every day, surely you would have noticed if you just looked out….”

“I never get to see anything outside; the glass is tinted and….” She trailed off lost in thought. How indeed did Wonho cross the sea in a car? Na bi didn’t remember seeing a bridge of any sort during her explorations? Then again she hadn’t scoured the full island yet. 

“Maybe because it’s not an island.”

Na bi turned at Mingyu’s voice, finding him leaning against the doorframe of Seokmin’s office.

“You think I’m wrong?” Na bi crossed her arms as Mingyu walked in.

“No.” He sighed, putting his hands on her shoulders softly. “I don't think you can be wrong but what I think doesn't matter. I’m not the one who you need to convince.” 

“If it’s Jihoon then I know he has a thick head but I can get through to him if he listens-”

“This isn’t just about Jihoon.” Mingyu spoke from between his teeth. “Na bi, if I.M really is on an island, the only way to find him is to launch a search operation in international waters. Do you have any idea how many protocols and government approvals that requires? We'll probably even need the navy to get involved-” 

“You don’t need to go so far.” Na bi muttered. “I can figure out the location on my own.”

“Really?” Mingyu’s voice was not as soft anymore. “It’s been 3 weeks and you’ve not managed much.”

Na bi’s lips set into a hard line. Before she could say anything, Mingyu’s hands ran down her arms, rubbing them gently.

“I’m not saying you’re not capable. I’m saying it’s perhaps beyond your hands now, considering he doesn’t seem to be communicating with you in the way we hoped.” He looked at her keenly. “Did the truth serum also not help?”

“I didn’t get a chance to use it yet.” Na bi looked up at him. “Let me give it a shot, I just need some time-“

“Time is what I don’t have Na bi.” Mingyu ran his hands through his hair frustrated. “I gave my assurance at the NIS that by the time your suspension is over, we’d have made a breakthrough in I.M’s case.”

“Well my suspension is not over, there’s still-” 

“Seven days.” Mingyu glanced at his phone as it chimed in his hand, frowning at it before he looked up at her. “Fuck I need to go but Na bi, seven days…. that’s all you have.”

Na bi watched wordlessly as he planted a quick goodbye kiss on her forehead and rushed off to whatever urgency he had to cater, busy mumbling at his phone. 

“Seven days.” Seokmin walked up to her, still munching on his snacks. “How are you gonna do it if you won’t even talk to him?” 

“I will.” Na bi took a deep breath determined. It wasn’t just for Ana or Mingyu that she needed answers. 

The only woman Changkyun ever loved was his mother. Her name was Na bi too.  

“There’s a lot of things I need answers for.” 

It was the sound of rustling papers that woke Na bi up.

Eyes fluttering open she raised her head, frowning at the newfound weight of a quilt on her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, they fell on the man sitting at the table beside her, his focus intent on the papers scattered all over the surface. He squinted at them in the subtle light of the candle beside him, and the occasional bursts of luminescence from his trademark lighter. As she sat up, he turned, face instantly softening at the sight of her. 

“Sorry, was I being too loud? I was trying not to…”

“No, that’s fine, it is your room….” Na bi swung her legs off the daybed, slightly confused as to how she ended up here. Last she knew, she was sitting on the chair waiting for him to come back. “I’m sorry, it was warm, I think I just dozed off?” 

Changkyun gave her a short nod, turning his attention back to his sheets as Na bi walked up to him, grabbing one of his strewn pencils to do her hair up in a bun, not noticing the way the edges of his lips curled into a smile at an old memory. As she peered over his shoulder mirroring his squint, her stomach let out a terribly timed, ungodly sound of hunger and before she could cover it up, Changkyun pushed the glass of orange juice on his table towards her, eyes still focused on his work. 

Na bi panicked knowing exactly what was in that glass and why she brought it here. 

“Oh no that’s ok, I brought that for you.” She fumbled, speaking fast. “I realized I was being rude yesterday, I brought it as a, sort of peace offering.” 

“Then you should have perhaps brought me my favorite, not yours.” 

Mentally slapping herself Na bi let out an unconvincing chuckle. “Perhaps I should have but that was the only drink available….” 

“Have it.” He pushed it further towards her. “You slept through dinner.” 

“It’s ok.” Na bi insisted, her muddled brain unable to think of a quick escape. “I’m not really that hungry.”

“You forget your stomach has spoken for you Ms.Baek.” Changkyun finally tore his eyes away from his work. “It's not much of a peace offering if you reject me twice for the same thing.” 

Gulping under his intense gaze, Na bi forced a smile and a soft thank you as she reached for the glass, trying not to let her hands shake as she downed it like a shot. Knowing Mingyu's truth serum would show its effects on her any time now, Na bi knew it was best to leave as soon as possible.

As she readied herself to bid goodnight and bolt, Changkyun spoke. 

“Is there any other reason I find you in my room in my absence yet again?” 

Na bi shook her head quickly before she slowed down, turning it into a nod. There was at least one answer she could try to get out of him tonight. 

“Yeah, there was something I wanted to ask…” 

Changkyun raised an eyebrow prompting her to continue but she trailed off, frowning at the dozens of maps laid out on his table. 

“That’s my hospital.” She pointed as Changkyun followed her line of vision. “And that’s the club that’s around the corner but…. I didn’t know there was a path between there?” 

“No one does.” Changkyun dragged his finger along the route. “It’s underground.” 

Na bi’s lips parted in surprise. No wonder these maps seemed foreign to her, filled with lines and routes of different colours, spanning across the city.

“Is this underground too?” Moving closer to him, she pointed at another unfamiliar one marked in red. 

“Not yet.” Changkyun’s hand reached for the pencil in her hair, spilling her locks over her shoulder as he drew over the lines. “I’m having it made as we speak. Wonho disagrees but I think having one near the Han river would help.” 

He looked up at her, eyes briefly roaming over the features of her face, down to the way her hair curled at her collarbone. Na bi was too focused on what was before her to notice the way his gaze lingered on her. 

“It looks like it leads to the Incheon port?” Her eyes followed the path. “A route like that must make it easier to transport things.” 

“And faster.” Changkyun added. “And undetected.” 

Na bi stared at him, a realization dawning. “Is this how you and your men move in the city without getting caught? Underground?” 

“Everything in the underworld happens underground, Ms. Baek.” Changkyun smiled. “It’s quite literal, I don’t know how no one has realized.” 

“How indeed.” Na bi wondered, muttering. “It’s plain but brilliant.” 

Changkyun smiled like he was pleased with himself.

“Over a century ago, when the Japanese had begun to infiltrate Korea, thousands of secret routes had been dug up all over the city for the Japanese army to move with discretion. After they left, many of those were discovered and shut, but rumor is, some of those are still hidden out there.” He pulled the map closer to himself, placing it beside another much older one. “For years my men searched for these abandoned routes but they’ve not been easy to find. Which is why I’m having new ones built under the city - it’s not easier but it's been more feasible than pointless searches.” 

“So you… search for and build roads?” Na bi tucked her hair behind her ear, confused at the prospect of Changkyun doing such odd jobs. “I had no idea.” 

“That’s because you never asked.” Changkyun leaned back against his chair. 

Na bi turned to him, leaning against the table, crossing her arms.

“Because you would have answered anything I asked?” 

“Anything.” 

It wasn’t just how quick he was to say that but also how confident he sounded. She raised an eyebrow, 

“Anything?” 

“Anything.” 

In the sudden, loud silence that fell upon the room, Na bi blinked at him, wondering how to test the waters. 

“Are we on an island?”

“Yes.” 

Na bi blinked stupidly at how calmly and quickly he answered a question she took over seven days to figure out. All she had to do was ask? 

“Does that mean this island is connected to the city….. underground?” 

“Underwater.” Changkyun corrected. “The tunnel from here to Seoul was the first route we laid. It was what birthed the idea of bringing our business underground.” 

Oh. 

“Are your headquarters also somewhere underground?”

“Not exactly.” Changkyun cocked his head like he was disappointed at the assumption. “It’s foolish to put all your cards in one place, Ms. Baek. The headquarters is on another island, about 5 miles from here.”

Bingo. She had been so right. 

“And that’s where all your men are? When they’re not constructing roads?” 

Changkyun scoffed, amused. “Yes but that’s just one of the many things my men are involved in. The least significant one in fact, as a favor for an old acquaintance. There’s a lot more we do.” 

“Like what?” 

“You are quite familiar with my line of work already Ms. Baek. You’ve been in the middle of it all.” 

“So stalking, kidnapping, threatening” Na bi counted on her fingers. “What else?” 

“Killing.”

Changkyun spun the lighter in his hand. 

A shiver ran down Na bi’s spine, words struggling to leave her mouth. 

Chankgyun noticed, cocking his head at her. 

“Do you know what power is, Ms. Baek?” 

Na bi shook her head in response. 

“The underworld is made of a lot more people than you imagine - people of high social standing, people with influence, people with money.... but they are powerless. Because anything in this world can be bought, Ms. Baek but not loyalty…. loyalty is earned.” Changkyun played with the small flame of his lighter. “And I earned it. It’s the loyalty of my men which gives me power. I have people willing to do the job, any job, be it build a road, take a life, or give their own to protect those important to me.”

Na bi felt her heart race behind her ribs.

“Do you now understand what power is Ms. Baek?” Changkyun smiled. “I am.”  

“Is that why…..” She racked her brains, putting everything together. “Everything about you is so hidden? Your identity, where you live, all of it? Because... you're sort of the winding key to the underworld?” 

Changkyun nodded. 

“Is that also why Ana figuring things out about you is such a concern?” 

Changkyun nodded again. 

“Did you…” Na bi stared at the ground, trying to sound as natural as possible. “You left that day saying you had a lead on her. Did you find her?” 

“I did.” Changkyun confessed. “Not the day I left though, we found her a few days after. She….” He shifted, voice softening a little. “I'm sorry but she was dead by the time we reached her.” 

“You found her dead?” Na bi frowned. “You mean she was dead already?” 

“There were bullet wounds on her back but we’re not sure who’s responsible. There was no one at the scene; no clues either.” 

Changkyun gazed keenly at Na bi’s face lost in thought. 

Na bi stared back at him wondering why the stories she was told were not aligning. She had seen the pictures Mingyu showed her, she had seen the wrist cuts….but Mingyu had also unknowingly mentioned bullet wounds. One of them was lying….

“You seem unfazed.” 

Na bi cleared her throat, pulling out of her thoughts. “In Seoul when someone is missing for this long, it's only sensible to consider this outcome.” She slid onto the table behind her. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“I was worried about the kind of toll it might take on you.” 

Na bi’s lips parted in surprise. No one had ever said something like that to her before. 

“I’m strong enough to handle things like this.” 

And she truly was. Na bi knew she was tougher than most and she was used to being treated so too - like when Mingyu told her about Ana’s death without caring how it affected her. Or when Jihoon told to infiltrate Changkyun’s world without considering how hard it might be on her. Or when Seokmin gave her idea after idea to do the job but never once asked her how she was doing. She wasn’t used to being treated like this, like someone…..like someone capable of being hurt. 

“You are strong, but you don’t have to be Ms. Baek.” 

Na bi looked away before she gave in to the urge to throw herself into his arms. 

“Though what’s interesting is that you’re not as affected by her death as someone close to her would be.” Changkyun stood up, drawing her attention to him once again as he stepped closer. “Yet you did all you could to help her, including putting yourself in danger. Another person might think it's because of your humane nature or because you’re brave enough to go through with it but I don’t think so….. So if its okay to ask, why do you care so much Ms. Baek?” 

He was doing it once again. Reading her perfectly right like always. Asking her questions to which she couldn’t bring herself to give answers. 

She would be a fool to let it get to her again.

“What if I asked you the same? Why do you care about me?.......” She gripped the edge of the table to stop her hands from shaking, finally voicing the one thing she had been dying to ask him. “Is…. is it because I share the same name as your mother? Do I..... remind you of her?” 

Changkyun paused for a little, like he was trying to process the fact that she knew. 

“Yes.” He confessed. “And no.” 

“What does that mean?”

“It’s one of the reasons you got my attention,” He slid his hands in his pocket. “But it’s not the only reason I care.”

What other reasons do you have?

Na bi wanted to ask but she didn’t. Perhaps because she knew if she asked, he would tell her and Na bi wasn’t ready to hear the answer just yet. Not when she already had a hundred things on her mind. Like the fact that he didn’t kill Ana. He didn’t do the one thing she had constantly been using as a reason to push herself away from him. He didn’t break what he promised her. On the contrary, he offered her protection, he offered her safety, he cared more than anyone ever did….. And it wasn’t just because of the sentimentality attached to her name. 

“Are you okay Ms. Baek?” 

Changkyun peered at her, frowning. 

“No.” Na bi shook her head, genuinely not. “Why is it that though you answer everything I ask, it only makes things harder to understand?” 

Changkyun didn’t say anything to that. 

All this while Na bi had thought it was difficult to figure him out but now she realized, deep down, she didn’t really want to. Yes, given that she was so attracted to him, she was terrified of learning things that would make her ashamed of her choices and drive her away, but she was even more scared of learning things that would make her succumb and want to stay. Because all that heart racing in his presence, that she could pass off as a phase, that she could live with, but if it began to ache in his absence…..that she could not bear, that she could not afford. She had to end this before it went somewhere she could never come back from. 

“I’ll be gone in a week and I don’t think we’ll ever see each other again after that.” She slid off the table pulling away from him in more ways than one. “There’s no reason to and even if there is, I don’t think we should see each other again. I….. I think it’s best if we kept our distance Changkyun.” 

And he didn’t stop her as she walked away. 

Na bi felt like an idiot sitting in a box. 

She was surrounded by the tinted glasses of Wonho’s car, making yet another trip to the city, hoping it was her last one. She was supposed to feel proud of herself for all that she had figured out yet somehow she knew it wasn’t enough - Changkyun might have confirmed her theories, but she still had no proof of it, the kind of proof Mingyu had asked. Her plan was originally to record his answers on the phone Mingyu had given her but Na bi just could not find it. Deciding that she had perhaps left it in Seokmin’s office she made a mental note to take it from him for future use. 

When the car slowed down, Na bi knew they had reached the hospital, preparing herself as she slung her bag around her shoulder, taking a deep sigh before Wonho opened the door. He held out an umbrella as he stood under another, half drenching in yet another one of Seoul’s uncharacteristic rains. Na bi took it as she stepped out, muttering she would be back soon, before trotting away towards Seokmin’s office, navigating through the crowd of the hospital. It wasn’t uncommon for the hospital to be more packed on rainy days but it was somewhat strange that so many people were gathered right at the lobby, making Na bi slow her pace to look around at what everyone seemed to be whispering loudly about. She followed their eyes to the tv screen above. 

“Seventeen people have been found dead in the suburban area of Itaewon, prompting higher vigilance of police authorities after nearly 12 years of a crime free city. This is the first time since WipeOut in 2011 that violence of such extremity is being reported in Seoul, with this being the third incident of an attack in just a week. All citizens are cautioned that a dangerous criminal might be on the loose and are advised to stay indoors after nightfall. Please report any and all suspicious activity to 99….” 

Eyes shaking, Na bi took a step back and another, running out into the rain, approaching Wonho who was taking a smoke near his car, frowning at the sight of her.

“Where is Changkyun?” 

Wonho hissed. “Don’t take his name-” 

“Where is he?” Na bi raised her voice impatiently. “There was an attack in Itaewon earlier today, where did he leave to in the morning?” 

“To Itaewon…..” Wonho trailed off, quickly grabbing his walkie talkie from inside the car, speaking into it, pacing around. 

Na bi watched him recalling the last time she saw Changkyun, right before he left in the morning. As she descended down the stairs, he raised his head up from his breakfast, giving her one glance and leaving before she even reached the last step, before he even finished his meal. Mrs. Lee called out to him but he left wordlessly, giving Na bi the distance she had asked him. When Mrs. Lee glared at her as she approached, Na bi shrugged.

“We’re not fighting anymore.” 

“I know.” The older woman sighed. “This is worse.” 

“No one is responding." Wonho returned to her, breaking her reverie, looking just as troubled as she was. "The network around the city is down, perhaps because of the rain….” 

Swearing under her breath, Na bi opened the door of the car and sat in the passenger seat unlike her usual place in the rear, much to Wonho’s hesitation. 

“Get in Wonho, we need to go.” 

Knowing he had better things to worry about, Wonho obeyed, walking over to the other side and shutting the door as he sat, pressing the pedal hard. 

Na bi had been in way more stressful situations in her life but this was perhaps the most terrifying hour she had ever spent - an hour not knowing. Not knowing where Changkyun was, how he was and most importantly not knowing why she cared so much. That was why the moment Wonho slowed down the car to park at the driveway, Na bi opened the door and left, ignoring his disgruntled scolding from behind. It was only when she ran over in the pouring rain, burst into the house and caught sight of Changkyun standing in the middle of the living room, perfectly fine that Na bi finally took a breath of relief. 

Mrs. Lee called out to her as she turned to see the older woman rushing with a bunch of towels, wrapping her drenched, shivering body. Wonho followed close behind, not nearly as wet as she was but enough to be a target of Mrs. Lee’s annoyance for drenching her carpets. Changkyun immediately turned to Wonho, who rushed over to him, the two of them discussing something in deep tones as Na bi’s eyes found the bags by the door. As Mrs.Lee thrusted a glass of warm milk in Na bi’s hand, she turned to her, frowning. 

“Is he going somewhere?” 

Mrs. Lee looked at the two men conversing busily. “It seems the situation in the city is bad right now. He’s moving to the base till things sort out.” 

Sipping on the milk Na bi wondered if that was the only reason he was leaving.

She got her answer when Changkyun gave Mrs. Lee a short nod of goodbye but didn’t spare her even a glance as he left, Wonho following him closely. 

Na bi gazed at the waves of the ocean playing its own little game of catch with the sand of the beach while the sky began to morph into shades of pinks and oranges, the sun rising out of its home in the waters. Walking along the coast, feeling the cold sand beneath her feet, Na bi submerged herself in the thoughts heavy on her mind. 

She hadn’t slept all too well in nearly three days, spending most of her time sprawled on the sofa of the living room mindlessly. When Mrs. Lee asked her why she didn’t go back to her room Na bi simply claimed it was too cold for her. The older woman must know it was a lie but she didn’t say anything, letting Na bi stay miserably on the couch, secretly hoping to just get a glance of Changkyun if he ever passed by. 

And she did too, in the wee hours last morning as he stepped out of his room and headed straight out of the house. And also once the afternoon before, as he grabbed a bite from the kitchen and quickly spoke to Mrs. Lee about something before he left. Na bi knew she was the one who asked him for space, that he was doing exactly what she asked of him yet she was strangely hurt by the distance. 

It was even worse when Wonho told her he couldn’t take her to the city for the next few days given how risky things were right now. That meant neither could Na bi meet Mingyu and dump all that she knew so far onto him, nor could she talk to Changkyun and find out anything more. Hence over the last three days, in the event of her joblessness, the couch had become her best friend. She only finally got out of it a few hours ago, around midnight, to the sound of an annoying, continuous hiccuping.

Raising her head from the warmth she had sank into, Na bi’s eyes fell on Mrs. Lee sitting in the kitchen, a bottle of wine in her hand, her expression dazed. Both shocked and surprised, Na bi quickly pulled herself up and walked over, slowly sitting next to the clearly tipsy woman. Mrs. Lee looked at her with red, wet eyes. 

“I don’t understand why people enjoy alcohol. It's horrid.” 

Na bi gently removed the half empty bottle from her grip and set it on the counter. “Why’re you drinking it if you don’t like it?” 

“This is the only day in the year I drink.” She slurred. “Helps me sleep.” 

“What’s keeping you awake?” 

“The date.” She pointed at the calendar hung on the wall. “The terrible things that happened 12 years ago.” 

Na bi remained quiet letting the other woman ramble away. 

“There were so many people that day, men in black uniforms storming into the house, bullets firing everywhere… the screams, the horror.....” She trailed away. “Being the one left behind, that hurts more than anything. I don’t know how Changkyun handles the grief of losing his whole family in a day… I don’t think he ever has.” 

Na bi recalled Changkyun's words about his scar. 

Hit the corner of the table when I was running away. 

Running away from what? 

The people who killed my family. 

12 years ago…. He must’ve been a mere boy. Na bi’s life too changed for good 12 years ago….

Pulling out of her thoughts when Na bi turned to Mrs. Lee, the wine had already knocked her out, her head rolled back against the chair, softly snoring. She grabbed her blanket from the couch and covered the sleeping woman before leaving the house quietly, walking over to the beach. Slipping out of her shoes, she buried her feet in the sand, walking along the waters as dawn approached. 

I don’t know how Changkyun handles the grief of losing his whole family in a day. I don’t think he ever has.

Neither had she. 

Reluctant to relive the memories she had stowed away deep in her mind, Na bi tried to walk mindlessly. She was successful for the most part, covering nearly the whole coast over the last few hours, returning where she had begun from, her shoes far away like two tiny white specks in the sand, except standing right beside, staring at them was Changkyun. 

Na bi’s tracks stopped as she looked across the distance at the suited man before her. He looked like he always did, calm and stoic, but Na bi knew there was a storm going on inside him. She could tell that a very happy family was broken years ago today, that he was broken yet she wondered how he seemed so put together - Na bi for one wasn’t this composed when she lost who she loved most in the world.

She remembered the night Changkyun had asked about her sister, the night they drank together, slowly realizing that was not the only time she might have mentioned her. As Changkyun tore his gaze away from her shoes and watched the ocean instead, hands tucked in his pockets, Na bi felt a frown creep on her face along with a very blurred, forgotten memory from the night he first dropped her home….. 

“Are you going to leave now?” Na bi stared at Changkyun who was still standing by the door. “Stay.”  "I can't Ms. Baek.” He shook his head. “I shouldn't, I must go."  "Why does everyone want to leave me?” Na bi’s lower lip quivered, eyes threatening to fill with tears. “Why does nobody want to stay? Am I that bad?"  "You're....”  Changkyun’s gaze softened as he walked in, stripping out of his dinner jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “You're quite an enigma Ms. Baek. Perhaps people aren't deserving of you." "Feels more like I'm the undeserving one.” Na bi sniffed. “I'm not even worthy of a goodbye, why else would my sister leave without even telling me?" She held his hand, looking up at him as he stood before her. "I hate goodbyes, but I hate not getting one even more…. Don’t leave without one." "I won't." "Promise?"  “Promises are empty words Ms. Baek.”  “Not for me.”  Changkyun stared at her for a bit.  Then he nodded. 

Na bi felt something tighten in her chest at the memory. 

“I’ll leave when you sleep.”

“I thought you left.” “Didn’t you ask me not to?” 

“I didn’t want to leave without letting you know.” 

She didn’t even realize when her lips curled into a small smile or when the tear rolled down her cheek, surprising her, pulling her out of her thoughts. Wiping it, Na bi stared at the stain on her fingers, hand slightly shaking. She wasn’t usually the kind to cry, she didn’t even know why she was so overwhelmed, why she was so at peace and disturbed at the same time. Sighing, she looked up to see Changkyun turned towards her, his face too far for her to read.

The second their eyes met Na bi felt like time had come to a strange halt where everything around seemed to move too fast but nothing seemed to move at all, like she wanted the moment to end right now but also drag to eternity, like his presence meant everything and nothing, all at once. 

As Na bi continued to lose the battle inside her, Changkyun broke his gaze, taking a step back to walk away when she finally took a step towards him, and then another. He stopped, watching her make her way to him, slip on her shoes and stare out at the sea, the way he was a while ago. When he resumed his act of leaving, Na bi spoke up at last. 

“My sister’s name is Bit na.” 

Changkyun looked over his shoulder as did Na bi.

“Bit na, Na bi, yeah that was on purpose.” Looking at the waves again, Na bi smiled at the memory of her sister and her playing in waters like these. “Baek Bit na, Baek Na bi, white light and white butterfly, that’s who we were.” 

Na bi took a step back, standing next to Changkyun, who continued to look at her.

“I don’t know where she is now. I don’t know where she’s been for the last, almost 12 years.” Na bi confessed, losing her fond smile. “And as for what happened between us…” 

She flattened the sand by her feet and sat down, looking up at him. “Do you have some time?” 

It felt like eternity passed before Changkyun finally sat beside her, shoulders barely touching, but his presence heavy, like a comforting weight. Yet Na bi felt her voice struggling to leave her throat. 

“Ms. Baek,” Changkyun started softly. “You don’t have to….”

Na bi shook her head. “People think it’s painful to share something that hurt you - it’s actually a whole lot more painful to keep it all in. And I’ve been doing that since I was four.”

She looked at him for a bit before she continued.

“Maryland orphanage - that’s where I was dropped off a few hours after my birth. They said it was a teen pregnancy – he wasn’t there, she was scared, the usual scene. My earliest memory is playing in that backyard. I was so happy there - there were so many kids my age, I had so many friends, we used to do everything together - it was like a never ending sleepover. That was until everyone slowly started getting adopted. Not me though. I didn’t get adopted for a long time, I don’t think I was the cutest kid.” 

“I doubt that.” Changkyun muttered, making Na bi chuckle. 

“Six years I watched people near and dear to me run at the name of a new home, leaving behind nothing but a goodbye. Back then I thought goodbyes were the worst thing ever, each one felt like a heartbreak.”

She smiled, thinking about how dramatic she was.

“When I was 10, a family finally wanted me….. I’m not sure ‘wanted’ is the right word, they just took me in. We lived in Jeju, somewhere near a sea like this, where it was quiet and isolated. My parents, the Baeks, weren't really the best adults. Yeah they’d feed me and clothe me but they’d also fight, all day and all night - verbal abuses, accusations, disappointments, sometimes things would be hurled across the room too. Every time they’d start, I’d run out of the house - it wasn’t like they cared about me enough to notice. I used to go to the sea and every time it was like a brutal reminder of that I went from being lonely to being lonelier. That I had found a house, not a home…… until the next summer.” 

Na bi looked at the waves creeping closer to them. 

“I didn’t even know they had another daughter till she came home during her vacation. She studied at a boarding school in Seoul - the typical rebel child they had given up on. They didn’t have any pictures of her anywhere, they refused to acknowledge her presence, they didn’t even tell her that they adopted me. I thought she would be like them, unbothered and unaffected by my existence but Changkyun she…”

She turned to him, recalling all the memories.

“I was looking for a sliver of someone’s heart, just a little space to fit in but she gave me all of it and more. She showed me what it was like to be loved in the best way possible. The ocean I once hated was where we would hang out for hours, home forgotten, the world forgotten - just the two of us and our little happy space of sandcastles and playing tag. She was so afraid of me being lonely again, she dropped out of boarding school and enrolled into the one I studied in. She never left my side, she was always there, we did everything together and then suddenly one day..... she was not.” 

Picking the skin off her fingers Na bi let out a deep breath. 

“It was a few days after I turned 15…..she was simply gone. No letter, no note, no explanation, she was just….gone. The Baeks said she ran away, like she always did when she wanted to act out. I thought she’d come back for me. I waited and waited and waited by the ocean but she didn’t. Days passed, months passed, years even, there was no trace of her. When I was 17, I no longer had to live in that house - the moment I enrolled into med school, I cleared my things, left them and moved to Seoul. To date, I don’t know where she is or why she left or if……” 

She’s even alive or not. 

“Goodbyes are hard but not getting one is heartbreaking. It means being stuck lifelong in a limbo of not knowing whether to wait or to move on, of not knowing whether it was your fault or not, if you could have fixed it or not. That’s why when it came to Ana I…..” Na bi sighed, playing with the sand by her feet. “You asked me why I care…. It’s because she reminds me of my sister - they have the same light, same brightness in them. That’s why I could never bring myself to get close to Ana - her existence is a haunting reminder of what I lost yet there was a strange comfort I used to get just watching her from a distance. That’s why protecting her, knowing what happened ....that's why it's all so important to me.”

Na bi hugged her knees, rocking softly.

“I’m sorry.” Changkyun finally spoke. “I wish things didn’t happen the way they did….”

“Me too.” She sighed. “Being left behind is hard, but it gives you a choice, between being a survivor and a living corpse. I tried so hard to be the former, maybe I even seem like one but only I know that I’m still stuck. That I’m still a 15 year old waiting on a beach, frozen in time, waiting for her to untag me.” 

Changkyun watched as she tucked her hair behind her ears, letting out a deep breath as she turned to him. “And as far as the case number of my first patient is concerned, I really don’t remember.” 

He laughed, shaking his head, as Na bi moved closer to him, looking at him softly. “I know there’s a burden you carry on your heart too. If you ever want to share it, I want you to know I’m there.” 

“Thank you.” He tucked back the hair that kept escaping in the wind, finger softly caressing her face. “Don’t worry, it may not seem like it, but I am the former; I'm a survivor.” 

Na bi nodded, not wanting to push him any further today of all days, choosing to slip her arm around his waist, burying her face in his neck. Changkyun wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close as she felt his breath soft against her forehead. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the waves crept closer, Na bi who was always hyper aware of what she felt, didn’t realize one thing. 

Her heart, which always used to race in her chest in his presence was now beating steadily......like it had finally, finally found peace. 

Next chapter

[lacontroller1991]

Had You Said the Words (Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Requested by anon: Hey, I was wondering if you would be able to make a switch Obi-Wan x switch afab reader. I'd love it if the premise was the reader was angry about something and they released their anger through dominating Obi-Wan for the first time. He's all surprised since this is the first time someone has come onto him like this but he realizes that he enjoys it

Author's Note: ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Warnings: SMUT 18+, dom!Reader, sub!Obi-wan, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, force bondage, language, biting, hair pulling, stuff like that

Word Count: 1.3k

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Had you said the words, I would’ve left the Jedi Order. The words replay in your mind over and over again as you storm the halls to your quarters. Even if the mission had ended hours ago, it still didn’t change the fact that Obi-Wan has never said those words to you. No. He said them to that stupid Duchess. You scoff in disgust as you force your door open, crashing onto the bed and clutching onto a pillow, stewing in your thoughts. You’ve known that Obi-Wan and Satine had a history. You were there when history was in the making. You also know that Jedi can’t have relationships, but it still hurts all the same, especially when Obi-Wan has spent countless nights in your bed.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t hear the soft whooshing of your door opening and the click of the lock, nor do you recognize the dipping of the bed at your feet. “You’re going to have to talk to me eventually.” He moves to touch your leg but you move your feet back, causing the man on your bed to sigh. “Please, talk to me.”

“You wanna talk? Fine.” You get up and start pacing in front of your bed, not paying attention to Obi-Wan. “I would’ve left the Jedi Order. Are you kriffing serious? In the several times I’ve asked ‘would you leave the order for me’ all you’ve ever said is ‘when the time is right’ or, or, ‘we both have a duty’ never ‘I will’. How do you think that makes me feel, Kenobi? Huh?” 

“I-”

“Oh but it’s for Duchess Satine Kryze. Poor Satine. Everyone has to save Satine. I hate to break it to you, Kenobi, but even if she loves you and you love her back, it would never work. You wanna know why?” Despite the situation as to why you’re mad at your lover, you really can’t help when your hormones come out to play, and scolding the great General Obi-Wan Kenobi? Well it turns you on more than you would like. Kicking off your boots, you unbuckle your belt, letting your tabard fall off as your tunic opens up, one of his eyebrows flicks up in question, but a smile clearly hiding beneath his beard. 

“Dare I ask?” You stalk forward to him, (gently but firmly) gripping his jaw in your hand, causing his eyes to widen slightly.

“You’re mine and mine alone.” Your lips crash onto his as you move onto his lap, hands expertly undressing him out of your robes as his hands move up to undress yours, but an invisible force prevents him from touching you. Pulling away, he glances up at you in confusion. 

“Darling? Let me use my hands so I can undress you.” You shake your head, using the force to keep him in place while you undress yourself, really just removing your pants and underwear, leaving your tunic open to reveal only a part of your breasts that he so desperately wants to suck on. Placing yourself back in his lap, you ignore the way his dick presses against your sex, instead, your hands tug on his hair, yanking his head back as your lips attack his neck, not wasting any time to bite down on the supple flesh. “Stop that. Someone will see.”

“You don’t care if everyone sees. You only care if she sees. So if you want me to continue this, you need to shut your pretty mouth. Understand?” He nods rapidly, hands struggling against your invisible restraints. “Good boy, now I’m going to use you for my pleasure and if you’re good to me, then I may let you cum.” Moving a hand down, you guide his aching member to your entrance, raising your hips slightly before sinking down on him, both you and him letting out a groan at the feeling of completely surrounding each other. 

Wasting no time, your hips begin to rock against his, setting an even pace as your hands reach up to your breasts, pinching your nipples and moaning as Obi-Wan tries to match your thrusts with his own.

Obi-Wan would never admit this, but seeing you using him like he’s nothing turns him on more than he would like. And all because of her jealousy, he thinks to himself, struggling against the mental restraints that he knows he could break out of if he wanted to. Instead, Obi-Wan’s head falls back, mouth gaping open as he focuses on the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Maker, darling. You feel so good.” It comes more as a whine and it only spurs on your movement. Keeping your hips at a steady pace, you lean forward slightly and involuntary shiver when you feel him go a little bit deeper, the hairs around the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Don’t come until I tell you to, is that understood?” You ask, grazing your teeth along the shell of his ear causing him to buck his hips a little harder and if it wasn’t for your position over him, you definitely would’ve fallen off. Picking up the pace, your arms wrap around his pale, freckled covered shoulder as you bounce on him, sweat beginning to form on your brow bone. “Kriff, you feel so good. Filling me up with your big cock. You’re all mine Obi-Wan. Only mine. Not Satine’s. Not the Jedi’s. Only mine.”

“Yes, only yours dear. Only yours.” Of course you and him both know that the Jedi own both of you, but it’s the sentiment behind the thought that has Obi-Wan’s mind reeling, and the familiar coil building. “Darling, I need to cum.”

You shake your head, one hand knotting in his auburn hair, deftly tugging at the strands while your other hand reaches between your two bodies and strokes your clit rapidly, feeling the same coil begin to wind up. “Not before I do. Not until I give you permission.” Your focus returns to your own orgasm as your fingers expertly rub your bundle of nerves while your hips move on their own. “Kriff, so close.”

“Then cum for me.” His words send you toppling over as your walls clamp down on him like a vice, a broken, breathy version of his name falling from your lips as your head rests against his shoulder while he continues to thrust up into you, albeit sloppily. “(Y/N).”

His voice brings you out of your daze, causing you to look at his face, all of his concentration on his own orgasm. Kissing his mouth briefly, your hips try to rock in tandem with his. “Cum for me, Obi. Mark me as yours.” He instantly comes with a grunt, his seed spilling inside of you as you milk him through his high, cooing into his ear while one hand strokes his now damp hair. “You did so good for me. Such a good boy.” 

Coming down from his high, he peels you off of his body and lays you out next to him on the bed, both trying to catch your breaths. Seeming to catch his breath first, Obi-Wan turns his head to the side and looks over you in curiosity. “Where in the universe did that come from?”

“I needed to take out my frustration. Your words hurt, Obi. Especially given your history with the Duchess.” Obi-Wan takes a hold of your hand and raises it to his lips, pressing a careful kiss to your knuckles. 

“If I had known that by me flirting with the Duchess would’ve made you be top for one, I would’ve done it much earlier.” You smack his chest as he laughs, bringing you closer into his side. “Or not.”

“Definitely ‘or not’.” A silence falls upon the two of you for a moment before you press a kiss to his chest above his heart. “Would you leave the Order for me?”

“Darling, I would do anything for you.”

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[asameera]

Oddworld: Code 583 - Chapter 17: Remember

What was happening? Lure didn't understand, it had to be a mistake. It could only be a mistake. His mind couldn't admit it. He'd come all this way for her. They'd sent him here, after all this time. This was supposed to be the right time. He was supposed to get her out.

Right?

Lure had to force himself to take several deep breaths. Nothing was right, but he had to do something. There had to be something he could do. But first, he had to get a grip on his thoughts again.

He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything. He absolutely had to snap out of his state of shock, find the trigger that would get him going again.

But someone else spoke first.

“Sam?”

The Mudokon Queen turned her attention to the distorted, robotic female voice, and Lure watched in horror as one of the many resting Shrinks began to move. The mechanical monstrosity was detaching itself from the wall where it had been wisely tucked away until now, and floating dangerously towards Sam... and towards him.

In a flash, Lure retreated towards the door and plunged headfirst into a fortunately empty garbage container. Heart pounding, he strained his ears, praying that the Shrink hadn't spotted him in time.

“Honey, what's wrong?”

It was almost dark in there, and Lure could only rely on his keen hearing. With his hand over his stump, ready to activate the last ring of invisibility just in case, he forced himself to stop breathing.

“Oh, hello” Sam's soft, almost faded voice said. “Did I wake you? I'm so sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I'm here now, everything's fine Sam. Everything's fine, everything's fine.”

“Yes, yes. Everything's fine.”

Sam had just repeated the Shrink's words in exactly the same way, with the same intonations and the same rhythm, as if tuning into a frequency, the one and only one that had to be followed.

“Everything's fine” the Queen repeated again. “I just saw him again. One more time.”

“Who, Sam?”

“My long lost friend.”

Lure's heart sank. Was she really going to turn him in? No. Sam would never do such a thing. The Sam he knew wouldn't do that.

There was a condescending robotic sigh with a hint of annoyance.

“Sam, darling, we've talked about it lots and lots of times.”

“I know, I'm sorry.”

“You have to stop living in a dream. Illusions are not good for your health, and by extention for your eggs'.”

“My eggs. Yes. Yes.”

“You've got to accept reality, sweetheart.”

“You... you're right.”

“What's the reality, Sam?”

Sam murmured his answer in a broken voice, but Lure heard it. And he felt as if something inside him was breaking into a thousand pieces.

“Lure... oh, Lure...”

“Sam.”

The Shrink's voice had become much firmer, full of admonishment. The ravaged Slig thought he heard his friend groan and sniffle. “Lure... is dead. Years ago.”

He wanted to scream.

“That's good, Sam. That's very good. And it doesn't matter. You know why, of course.”

“Yes.” “Why, Sam?”

“Because... today you're here. You'll always be with me. You'll watch over me. You'll never leave me.”

Lure wanted to burst out of his hiding place, to show her that he was really there, alive and for her. He wanted to empty his entire magazine on that damn machine that was messing with Sam and playing with her with its fake programmed sympathy.

He wanted to hold her as tightly as he could. So he wrapped his arms around himself, helpless and all alone in this stinking box, to stop himself and drown his sorrow and rage.

“Yes, exactly Sam. I'll be watching over you forever. Because I'm real. I'm your friend. I'll protect you from your illusions. You'll never want for anything. You'll always be safe with me. Here. Everything's fine.”

Shut up.

“Everything's fine” the Mudokon Queen repeated.

No!

“Excellent. Now, since it's still early, I'll go and plug myself back in. But don't worry, you've got everything you need. Which program would you like today?”

“No matter. Number 5.”

“Excellent choice!” the programmed voice cheered, clapping its six mechanical arms. “It'll relax and re-energize you. You need it. Might as well skip the painkillers this time, right? Good. Have fun, sweetheart! See you later!”

Barely had it finished talking, the parasitized Mudokon face disappeared hastily from the Shrink's screen, replaced by a particularly loud and lively program jingle. Still connected to the wall cavities, all the other Guardian Angels suddenly seemed to wake up, and the room glowed with light and color in a matter of seconds as the screens lit up simultaneously. Lure, who had just gently lifted the lid of his hiding place, swallowed loudly. The vision of Sam's almost dead eyes captivated by the content of the program that surrounded her on all sides, drowned in this stream of sounds as exaggerated as they were moronic, frightened him almost as much as the possibility of being dismembered. Although brainwashed like so many others under the domination of the Magog Cartel, the Slig had never grasped the direct consequences. It was an abstract notion for him, even after becoming aware of it. But right now, he understood all too well.

Sam wasn't just a prisoner of these walls. She had become a prisoner of her own mind. She, who had once been so free despite being a captive of Gottlieb Industriz, who made her own decisions with a clear gaze, who maintained a link with everything she had ever known through meditation, who never hesitated to stand up for what she held dear... this being was gone for good, replaced by an empty shell, like all the others. Just good for laying eggs. Without even realizing it, Lure had emerged from his hiding place and advanced towards her. He paid no attention to the Shrinks who, in turn, failed to notice him, tuned in to their program.

“Sam.”

There was no reaction.

“Sam!” He saw a nervous twitch flit across her face before relaxing again. She could hear him, but was choosing to ignore him.

“Asameera!”

The Queen's tired eyes slowly closed and she let out a heavy sigh.

“Please stop” she said in a small hollow voice. “Stop haunting me. Leave me in peace.” Lure waved his arms in front of her, trying to redirect her attention away from the program that was sucking away and annihilating what little consciousness she had left.

“Sam, it's me! It's really me! I've come to save you! To set you free! I promised you, remember?”

Sam's face tensed, as if she was struggling to chase away a memory that was trying to return.

“No. I don't remember.”

It was as if Lure had been shot in the stomach.

“Of course you remember!” he yelled. “You can't have forgotten! I'm Lure! You gave me my name!”

She shook her head.

“No.”

He dropped the SnUzi at his feet and grabbed Sam's skinny arm.

“We were friends!”

“No!”

She jerked away and pushed him back, almost knocking him over. Tears streamed down her blue cheeks and her mouth twisted painfully.

“Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop it! Let me forget! Leave me in peace! Stop torturing me!”

Wheezing, Sam turned up the volume. The whole room was invaded by fake, pre-recorded laughter.

“You're not there! You're dead! And I'm sick! Sick of remembering!”

Lure didn't know what to do. She wouldn't listen to him, wouldn't look at him. She refused to believe it, even though she'd felt his touch on her wrist. Could she still feel anything?

“You... gave up” he bitterly observed in desperation.

For a moment, he thought she wouldn't answer him at all. But then she said, more to herself:

“What was I supposed to do?”

He wished he'd had an answer. He remained silent in his turn, unable to react. Why was he here? The wild Mudokons had told him it was the right time. They had made him sleep until now, until years later, to arrive at this moment. So surely there was something he could say or do to make things right. Yes, all he had to do was find that solution and they'd go away together, and everything would end well. And then he could finally tell her.

Tell her that...

Suddenly, Sam's face twitched again, this time in pain. She gasped, seeking comfort in the sterile air as her whole body trembled beneath the huge tarpaulin.

“Sam?”

She didn't answer, didn't pay him the slightest attention. Even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't have. She convulsed with a spasm and, for a fraction of a second, her head turned away from the screen and rested on him. Her expression pierced Lure's heart. He could clearly read her. She still thought he was a hallucination, but desperately needed his presence. He saw the conflict raging inside her, her mind wavering.

Another wave of pain swept through her, and suddenly the scales tipped to one side. She reached out for him as if he were a lifeline. He didn't keep her waiting and took her hand, squeezing hard. She squeezed back, lost and shaking with sobs.

“I-I wish you w-w-were here so much!”

“I'm here, Sam.”

He gently stroked her hand with his thumb, as she had once done with him, knowing fully it wouldn't be enough to convince her. But what else could he do?

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Lure was startled by Sam's sudden cry as she threw her head back. She moaned and grunted for a moment more before panting hard several times and doing it again. All the while, under the mocking empty laughter of the show, she didn't let go of Lure, and he didn't let go of her.

Finally, after countless minutes, something rolled out from under the tarpaulin and landed softly on a nest-like cushion near Sam's side. The Mudokon Queen gasped loudly but, for the first time, the shadow of a smile brightened her features. Lure watched her for a long time, his heart pounding, before turning his attention to the thing that had just appeared, that had somehow restored a fragment of his dear friend's former self. He then realized it was an egg.

A blue egg.

Lure's gaze went from Sam to the egg, from the egg to Sam, again and again. At last, he could see a spark. There was something left of her after all.

But suddenly there was the sound of a shell breaking. Lure quickly turned his attention to the noise, while Sam let out a frightened cry. They didn't know how, but the egg had slipped out of its nest and cracked on the ground.

“No!” Sam screamed. “Noooooo!”

She stretched out her hands towards the container of her very own flesh, panicked and unable even to turn around. Lure rushed to the scene of the accident and placed his hand carefully on the shell. He didn't know if it was his fault, but the egg cracked and fell to pieces before his very eyes. And suddenly, right in front of him, there he was.

A Mudokon baby. A tiny being, curled up, fragile and all blue too. Just like his mother. Sam's baby.

Alive.

“Abraham!” the Queen shouted behind him. “Oh sweet Odds! Abe!”

The Slig, driven by the distress in her voice, took the little Mudokon in his arms, suppressing a grimace, and headed back towards Sam.

“He's okay” he stated to reassure her.

He handed her the newborn, almost in a hurry to get rid of it.

“So, Abraham then?” he asked the baby, trying to recover from those emotions. “You're lucky kid, at least you already have a name at birth! Ahahah!”

He couldn't help but draw a parallel with Skillya as he watched Sam devour her baby with her eyes with such poignant love. It was true, her eggs weren't supposed to hatch immediately after the laying, and they were being taken from her as he'd seen. Was this the first time she could actually admire the face of one of her children? A multitude of emotions overwhelmed him then. Envy. Relief. Anger. Tenderness. Sadness. Sadness. Sadness.

The sadness he suddenly also saw in the newly-opened eyes of little Abe. In his glistening yellow globes, yes, it was as if all the sadness in the world resided there. As if the baby Mudokon felt it.

And, as if to confirm it, Abe suddenly opened his mouth and began to cry at the top of his lungs. His wails pierced the space. Sam tried in vain to calm him down, and Lure regretted not having his other hand to cover his ears effectively.

“Sam?”

To Lure's utter horror, the Shrink's program had just finished, and the Mudokon's semi-conscious parasitized head was back on the screen. The Slig wanted to run without knowing where, but strangely enough the Shrink didn't consider him. The bulbs at the top of the screen had just lit up in a dangerous red and the program seemed to be focused on Abe, in absolute priority mode, neglecting everything else.

“This is no good at all, Sam” the machine declared coldly, showering Abe with its menacing light. “Give it to me.”

The mobile metal arm brought the Shrink closer to Sam, who was still trying to calm her child. To no avail.

“Come on Sam, give it to me.”

The Shrink stretched out all its mechanical limbs towards the two Mudokons, but the Queen closed her protective grip around Abe, who continued to scream.

“What are you going to do to him?” Sam asked apprehensively.

“You don't need to know.”

The words 'Non Conforme' were displayed transparently on the screen. Sam gasped in horror and Lure's eyes widened.

“N-no!” the Queen begged. “Please! Don't take him away from me!”

“I have to, Sam. It's for the common good, the smooth running, you know that. Nothing must disrupt it.”

“No! I'll shut him up! You don't need to do that!”

“Come on Sam, it's no use.”

The mother waited no longer and pulled a needle from her hair, undoing one of the leather straps that held some of her feathers in a bun. She quickly tied them together and plunged the tip over her son's lip.

“Forgive me...”

She sewed and sewed as thin streams of bright red blood ran down Abe's lips and chin, contrasting cruelly with his blue skin. Soon the screams turned to moans, then to long, muffled sounds.

“Hush, little one... it's all right... it's all right now.”

Lure didn't know if everything would be all right, or if Abe understood what she was saying. One thing was certain: the Shrink didn't get it.

“Give. It. To. Me.”

The words 'Non Compliant' remained printed on his screen, which grew redder and redder.

“Now.”

One of the Shrink's arms had just equipped itself with a full syringe.

“Don't make me put you to sleep, Sam.”

The Shrink's arms grabbed the baby Mudokon and began to pull. Sam, terrified, pulled back with the force of desperation.

“No! Stop! He's not crying anymore! Stop it! Stop it!”

The Guardian Angel's halo also turned bright red.

“I warned you, Sam.”

It plunged the needle into the Queen's neck, but before it could press the plunger, the Shrink was forced to step back. Lure had moved to his SnUzi and had just emptied a load of ammunition straight at the machine. Unfortunately, the syringes shattered harmlessly on the robot's black carapace. With its program suddenly changing priority, the Shrink turned its attention to the Slig and lunged at him at full speed, its arms turning into saws and blades. Lure barely dodged, his hand clutching his weapon, while Sam watched the unequal battle in dismay.

“W-what the...” she stammered.

The Shrink leapt at Lure again, who narrowly dodged the blades once more, but the angle of the screen collided with his ribs. The Slig yelped and rolled to the ground, his pale skin turning black from the impact. Furious, the Shrink let out a distorted cry of frustration and was streaked with saturated static.

“You can see him?!” Sam exclaimed, her eyes widening.

The Shrink didn't answer, but rose high into the air, coming closer to the Queen. She paid no attention to it and stared in amazement at the Slig in front of her. At last.

“L-Lure?”

Just then, the Shrink's syringe stung Sam again, and this time the arm pressed down on the plunger. The sleeping drug entered her system. The female hiccupped and pulled the needle out, but it was too late.

“Everything's fine Sam” the Shrink's cold voice rang out. “You're just having a bad dream.”

Then the machine raced ahead towards the Slig, all saws out. Lure, enraged by what he'd just seen, came to meet it, uttering a huge curse in his own language. He leapt forward, straight at the screen, barely grazing the blades that lacerated his back, thrown too far. Summoning all the strength in his one arm, Lure thrust the enormous SnUzi needle into the center of the screen, which shattered and cracked on all sides. Distorted mechanical screams rang out as the Slig emptied the rest of the bullets into the machine's circuitry. The corrosive, poisonous liquid fried cables and chips, and a foul-smelling smoke began to gush from the cracks. An ominous electrical noise ran through the entire robot, amplifying rapidly, and Lure threw himself to the side just in time. With a final distorted scream, the Shrink exploded, throwing debris everywhere. The other screens on the wall went dark, as if they all depended on the one now spread across the room.

“Lure!” Sam shouted as she saw the Slig on the ground.

The said Slig got to his feet, shaken, but quickly rushed towards his friend, forgetting his victory over his opponent.

“Sam! You okay?”

He stared at the spot where the needle had done its work. It wouldn't be long before the product took effect and put her to sleep.

“Oh by the Moon!” Sam whispered. “Lure!”

She was seeing him. She was finally seeing him. And he, too, was finally seeing her again. There was still a chance then!

“Hurry, Sam! We gotta get outta here! Your power! Use your power with the chicks and let's get out of here!”

Eyes glistening, Sam reached out a hand and placed it on his masked face.

“It's really you... oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Lure...”

She closed her eyes and two tears rolled down her cheeks.

“It's okay, we'll talk about it later Sam! Come on, let's go!”

“I can't.”

Lure's excitement died down.

“Whaddya mean?”

“I cannot you my powers anymore, Lure. I've passed everything on to my children. To those who are born and to those who will be. But I... I have nothing left.”

The Slig stepped back.

“But, no, it can't be!”

Sam was about to answer the the alarm suddenly rang. Behind Lure, the armored doors closed automatically. Soon the Intern security would arrived here.

Sam's hand grasped her friend's shoulder.

“Lure, there's nothing we can do, I'm sorry. I just can't leave. But you still have a chance. You must go! Save yourself!”

Lure shook his head.

“No! I came here to save you! I was sent right here right now! I must save you!”

While he was trying to convince himself, the Queen shook her head as if to stay awake.

“We have no time, I'm sorry... Lure...”

Before he could say anything, Sam suddenly handed him her son.

“Lure... they wil kill him. The non compliance is punished by death, you know it...”

Yes, he was well placed to know. But why was she telling her that?

“Lure... take him with you. Please...”

The Slig didn't immediately understand what she was saying. He kept his eyes on the little blue Mudokon. The alarm continued to roar and suddenly, it hit him. Another signal only Lure could hear struck him, like an evidence. A terrible evidence.

“No. No!”

He dropped the SnUzi again and grabbed and grabbed the Queen's wrist.

“I came for you! For you! You must come with me! Sam!”

Sam's eyelids grew visibly heavier.

“I beg you... take him... with you. Please...”

Lure wished he could refuse and find another way. Now, just right now. He gritted his teeth as Sam's eyes kept begging him again and again to allow Abe to live.

He couldn't refuse.

The Slig then took out the strand of feathers still resting at the bottom of his metal pocket. He looked at it intently for a few seconds before tying it around Sam's wrist.

“I was here.”

The Slig tightened his fingers around her wrist.

“I was there. It wasn't a dream Sam!”

The Mudokon Queen smiled. It was a true smile this time, a tearful, painful but alive smile. Lure counted three seconds in his head as he always did and savored this sweet, cruel moment, his hand still resting on his friend's slender wrist. Then his fingers reluctantly slipped away to finally grasp the newborn. If he waited any longer, he'd never leave and he'd never be able to honor his vow.

“I'll be back to save you, Big Girl. I promise!”

The effects of the serum injected into her bloodstream were taking their toll. Asameera's eyes clouded over as her heavy eyelids struggled to stay open.

“You... already... did, Lure. Thank you...”

He could see that staying awake was almost impossible for her now.

“Quick... run away!”

He couldn't tell whether it was her intonation or the door suddenly swinging open behind them, but Lure reacted instantly. Quickly positioning the baby Mudokon in the crook of his arm, he activated his latest invisibility ring and draped himself in his makeshift cloak to cover Abe for the Technicians. He took advantage of the noisy rush of the army of Interns into the huge room to run for the exit. The rough hum of his legs alerted several guards, who opened fire where they saw fit to shoot blindly, but only succeeded in wounding each other. The Slig tightened his grip on the baby and rushed down the corridor without looking back.

Left behind, the Mudokon Queen slumped forward with all her weight, her last words coming in one breath as she sank into total unconsciousness.

“I ...ve you.”

ooOoo

“Fuck! Fuck!”

No words could describe the overwhelming anger that seized Lure as he raced through the Vykkers' headquarters. They had dared. All this time, they'd known he wouldn't succeed. That he wouldn't save Sam. They'd only sent him here to retrieve an insignificant newborn blue baby he had nothing to do with. Without telling him.

Until the end, they had manipulated him. All of them. Vykkers, Glukkons, even those filthy, hypocritical Mudokons.

“FUCK!”

For the first time since he didn't even know when, the Slig felt this terrible urge to kill. Anything, anyone. For a split second, he even considered strangling Abe, snapping his neck, just out of spite, to show those bastards that they'd been wrong to mess with his head, that things wouldn't turn out the way they wanted. To destroy everything they had planned. Out of pure, simple revenge for having been used once again. Oh yes, he was dying for it!

All he needed was one hand.

But it was impossible. It was impossible for him to betray Sam's last wish.

“Why me, dammit? Why me?!”

He had returned to the freight elevators and slid onto the platform between two containers as the Interns pulled the levers to raise them to the surface. When he was sure he was high enough not to be heard, he lifted the baby just in front of his masked face to look him straight in the eye, although Abe for his part couldn't see him.

“Tell me why!” cria Lure. “Why is this happening! Why you and not her?! What's so special about you, you little shit?!”

He couldn't help shaking him, though of course he got no answer. Abe couldn't speak, couldn't even make a sound. But Lure didn't care. He just had enough.

“I don't give a fuck about you!”

Tears of fright and incomprehension flowed profusely down the baby Mudokon's bluish cheeks, his big yellow eyes gleaming with innocence, searching in the void for whatever was tossing him about. Terribly familiar eyes. Lure felt his strength leave him and fell to his knees, as his own tears stung his tiny retinas.

“I... I know, okay? I know, it's not yer fault!”

He tightened his grip around him and pressed him against his ribs.

“This is unfair!” he bawled. “I didn't sign up for... for this! For you!”

Now even his voice was losing its energy. Anger was disappearing as quickly as it had exploded inside him, leaving only a vast dejection.

“I just wanted to be with her. End my fucking life with her. What little was left of it. But even that was too much to ask?”

Of course, the only answer was silence. Lure remained motionless and silent throughout the ascent, drained of all substance, not knowing what to do or think. Only the small jolt that shook the elevator and the metallic sound of the doors opening jolted him out of his daze. He straightened up, readjusted his cape and moved cautiously towards the exit.

What now?

The Slig took a quick look at his invisibility ring and cursed vehemently. The ring had almost finished burning out. He had only two minutes left at the most, and still had a huge portion of the complex to cross to the surface before he could hope to get out of here. The area was swarming with guards authorized to shoot on sight, and Lure was unarmed. And his pants were still too noisy to hope to go unnoticed for long once he was visible again.

He couldn't come back the same way.

“Okay. Plan B.”

Lure rushed forward, running as fast as he could. They still had a chance of getting out. All he had to do was reach the docks and jump on a train. The nearest ones were only a few hundred meters away, where they loaded the eggs to send them off to hatch at the conditioning center. He could do it! He could almost see the pistons of the first train clinging to the overhead tracks. All he had to do was turn a corner and...

THUMP!

Something slammed into him as he turned the corner. The impact propelled him to the ground, as it had done for the Intern he'd just collided with. The latter wriggled frantically on the ground for a moment, uttering long, high-pitched, gagged cries before standing up again on his twisted legs. Sweating, Lure didn't dare make the slightest movement, fighting against his instinct to get up. The slightest noise would betray him and be fatal. The Intern had a SnUzi and was ready to use it. The Slig could only hope that his foe would get away quickly, to look elsewhere or raise the alarm, whatever! But he had to go. How much time did he have? A minute? A few seconds? Lure felt as if time itself had frozen.

But then the Intern suddenly turned his attention to a small blue being gesticulating on the tile floor, and Lure felt his blood run cold. Abe. He'd dropped Abe when he'd fallen earlier! The Technician was stunned for a few moments, and the baby Mudokon froze when he spotted him, as if he'd instinctively understood that this mute creature represented a serious danger. And he was right, for the tip of the SnUzi immediately held him in its sights.

“Oh no you don't!”

Lure's body reacted on its own. With his one arm, he leapt to his feet and swung his mechanical legs directly into the face of the Intern, who flew a little further into the air. Lure grabbed Abe in a hurry and set off again, while the enemy behind vociferated and emptied his ammo in all directions. Three syringes flew past Lure's back but he didn't stop, concentrating entirely on the trains. However, as he reached the first platforms, he realized to his horror that all eyes were on him, on his exact position.

He was visible again.

What followed was chaos. Gunfire erupted from all directions as all the Technicians rushed after him, covering the high-pitched, hysterical orders of the present Vykkers. Lure tried to outrun them, but the alarm sounded louder and indicated the directions he was taking, alerting the other guards posted further away. Lure tried his best and suddenly turned off towards the next dock, unaware of what lay ahead. He jumped between the shots into the first open carriage, unfortunately he'd been spotted once again. The Interns broke down the doors and rushed into the train, gunning down any potential hiding place before even checking. They searched for a long time for his body, to no avail.

“Where are they?!” a furious and overexcited Vykker bellowed. “Find them and bring me their corpses!”

The search went on for a very long time, and every inch of the train was examined with a fine-toothed comb. But they had to face the facts:

The Slig had vanished.

ooOoo

Already a few miles away, in another black train hurtling at full speed along the tracks to an unknown destination, Lure was trying to catch his breath. He had managed at the very last moment to dive into this second train, practically next door to the one those idiots were still probably searching on the platforms. The Slig would have gladly chuckled and celebrated his victory. He would have liked to afford this moment of mirth and then think about the next step, which involved coming back later and saving Sam for good this time, as he had promised.

Instead, he hurried over to an assortment of metal crates to place Abe inside, and bent double, hand over heart, assailed by excruciating pain. He didn't even have time to remove his mask before a violent flow of blood crossed his lips.

“Ah... ah... shit...”

He knew it, he'd felt it just as he was about to jump. A syringe had lodged itself in his right shoulder blade and had already done its work, mixing its fluorescent green poison with his blood.

Lure looked around in despair. If he could find a cure... after all, the Vykkers were engineers, scientists, doctors. Perhaps there was still a chance that the products aboard the train were for pharmaceutical use. Perhaps, perhaps...

But when he saw the emblems on the crates, the Slig immediately understood. His luck had run out. All he would find were pieces of engineering, of machinery. Meat saws. There could be no mistake.

“Rupturefarm...” he commented in a breath, running his trembling hand over the yellow and red symbol. “Great...”

He turned back to the baby Mudokon, who was watching him with his big, soft eyes. Slowly, he moved closer, fighting off dizziness and nausea.

“I... see... it's over.”

He had failed. There was nothing left for him. But maybe he could still make sure he saved Sam's son.

Taking deep breaths, he grabbed a sign hanging from a crate by a thin rope and a pen from the same container. As neatly as he could, he wrote down the message he wanted to convey, made a colossal effort to read it over, then finally placed it around the baby Mudokon's neck.

“Here... with this you might have... a chance kid...”

It seemed to him that Abe was reacting directly to his intonations, as he gave him a look charged with sadness and innocence.

“Ah...you're her son alright... You're already so... lucky, kid.”

He smiled bitterly under his mask.

“You got a mother who loves you... who gave you a name... while I...”

He clenched his fingers around the metal crate.

“I... I got nothing... just a code... then I met her. Ah, she... she... gave me a name. Lure. Yes, Lure. But now it doesn't... matter.”

Name or code, in the end, it was all the same. He was going to be forgotten. The only person who knew his name, who had given it to him, would forget him again. And that was the worst part for him. It broke him even more than knowing that in a very short time he would no longer be part of this world.

Maybe it was better that way. A little sad, of course, but for her it would be better if she didn't remember anything, because otherwise her pain of having lost him would be endless, unbearable. She was like that after all. They had broken her and made her bend, but they couldn't touch her heart. It had remained the same. In a way, she was still there. Forever.

He thought he was going to burst into tears. He didn't want to be excluded from her heart, not like this.

So, while being aware of his selfishness, he took the sign around the neck of the little blue being back and, with a trembling hand, wrote one last word. Then, having put it back in place again, he cupped the newborn's head in his palm. The big shining eyes looked at him, sparkling with innocence, like those of his mother. Exactly.

“You have to remember”

He felt the head tilting slightly in his hand at the sound of his nasal voice, just as his mother used to do long ago. It almost made him give up, but Lure forced himself to resolve. His rough thumb slid over the baby's warm blue cheeks - like his mother, his mother - and flew over the strips that sealed his lips. The simple touch rekindled the fear and pain in those big, familiar eyes while a pathetic whimper remained trapped in his mouth.

“You have to remember her.”

He increased the pressure sharply, pressed as hard as he could. Drops of blood beaded out of the holes left by the needle and began to trickle down his chin and down his throat. The little body shook in all directions, the innocent face flushed with fear, pain and incomprehension. The successive screams sounded less loud than a contrite whisper.

“You will remember!”

If he, Lure, previously code 583, previously too insignificant to be named, previously a small ball of food that had barely survived, if he had been able to remember his own mother and Queen, it was only because the pain he had felt that day, when Skillya had gobbled up his arm, had accompanied him all his life. Even without him realizing it. Then this little Abe too would remember this pain, remember her, Sam. And someday...

“You will remember... and someday, you will save her. You...”

He was starting to see blurred, he was running out of time.

“You... you will be able to... you will succeed! You will succeed where I have failed!”

Finally, he dropped his hand, stopping the torture. He had already run out of strength to hold him, and the baby gesticulated in all directions, trying to crawl away from him, his face devoured by tears and his eyes tightly shut.

“Ah... I... sorry, kid...”

Now Lure's voice terrified him. Good. It wouldn't encourage him to make friends with Sligs, so that was fine. Lure adjusted the sign around his neck one last time, ignoring the newborn's panic at his touch.

“But I don't want her to end up like that. And... I don't want her to forget me... so...”

He coughed violently and felt a huge viscous spit with a metallic taste pass his lips. He took a step back.

Then two.

Then three.

“Good luck, sucker.”

Then he turned around and went to open the compartment door. In the crate, the cowering little Abe opened one fearful eye and, seeing nothing above him, cautiously straightened. He couldn't get out of the metal box, but he could see a little of what was beyond. He saw a large opening through which a bright and warm landscape streaked with dusty winds was passing. And in front of this landscape stood the creature that had hurt him so much, that had reminded him of someone else, someone much more gentle and kind, someone he would have preferred to see and hoped to see again. The creature mounted on shiny black legs seemed to be watching the landscape go by, motionless, one hand resting on the door. For a long moment, Abe thought he was going to stay like that forever.

Then he heard a whisper that sounded like 'Sam...', a whisper that almost made him cry. Then the creature slowly dropped its arm along his body, tilted forward and disappeared into the void.

Abe waited, not moving, for a long, very long time for him to return, fearing and hoping for that moment. But only the door, pushed by the force of air friction on the train, closed with a small slam, plunging him into the dark. Then he knew he had just witnessed the end of something, and that now he was all alone.

He began to weep with silent tears.

ooOoo

...

First: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/asameera/691287639162290176?source=share

Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/asameera/722558988976308224/oddworld-code-583-chapter-16-one-morning-in?source=share

Epilogue: https://www.tumblr.com/asameera/729531695006613505/oddworld-code-583-epilogue?source=share

[violence-uncut]

First Fight. ( j.m. & c.r. )

pairing- Cody/Jon

warnings- m/m, smut, daddy kink, mentions of blood, fighting, being tied up ( w/ belt ), tw: vvv slight mentions of SA if you squint

type- one-shot

words- 2,782

summary- Jon's had a bad day and he's feeling insecure, but it takes Cody almost walking out to put things into perspective for both of them.

a/n- Tried my hand at Jon having a secret daddy kink and . . . I think I'm in love with it. And happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate even though this is in no way thanksgiving related lol.

“Please don’t leave, I’m a work in progress but I’m trying.” Jon pleads, grabbing Cody’s arm as he goes to leave their shared hotel room. “I know I get jealous easily and I know I can be hard headed at times and I’m emotionally damaged but there’s one thing ‘m certain about Cody, and it’s that I love you. . . please, stay. Let’s work this out. . .”

Cody takes a deep breath, tears pooling in his eyes as he squeezes them shut, feeling the warm liquid slip down his cheeks. He’d heard all the stories before from past lovers, but if Cody let them win now by ruining how he saw Jon, how would their relationship even work?

Turning on his heel, Cody stares into the eyes of his lover and grips his face in his hand, pressing a rough kiss to his lips. “No more hiding how you feel Jon, if something’s wrong from now on you gotta talk to me.”

He's never really the one to be the overly dominant one in the relationship but if this is what he’d have to do to get Jon to open up, he’d do whatever it takes.

It takes a moment for Jon to realize what’s happening before he slowly nods his head in Cody’s still firm grip, not being able to look away from his eyes.

“I mean it, I don’t know if I can handle another blow up like what happened today. I don’t need this relationship, I want it. I’m not gonna feel sorry for leaving if it means you’ll finally realize what’s going on here.”

“I promise, I’m gonna - .”  Jon’s cut off by Cody’s lips on his own and he melts into the other’s body, arms wrapping around his neck and moaning as the fingers on his jaw gets tighter.

“Actions speak louder than words baby, and you’ve got a lot to prove.” Cody growls onto his lips, shoving the other onto the bed behind him. Jon tries his hardest not to let out any sounds of excitement past his lips but it comes out in a small laugh anyways.

Cody’s on Jon in a second, hand coming across his face hard. A moan’s ripped from Jon’s throat as he’s forced to look up into Cody’s matching blue eyes, which are almost black with lust.

“You think this is funny boy? I’ll have you whimpering and begging me not to stop by the end of the night.”

Jon’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, subconsciously spreading his legs open so Cody could fit between them.

It’s his first time willingly giving himself over to being the bottom and he knows he can trust Cody. Calloused fingers trail up Cody’s back and he grips his shoulder blades, bringing his body up to press against his boyfriend’s.

He buries his face into Cody’s neck, taking in a deep breath and his scent. “ ‘M sorry daddy… I didn’t mean to laugh.” He breathes, pressing kisses against the other’s neck softly. He kisses across his jaw, taking his time.

Cody’s genuinely surprised with the reactions he’s getting from the other and takes it as a good sign to continue. He grins and grips Jon by the chin, pulling his face from its hiding spot and assault on Cody’s neck.

Big doe eyes stare up at him, confusion glittering in them. “Daddy huh? That’s different for you,” Cody practically purrs, running his nose up the side of Jon’s jaw. It takes a minute for Jon to fully let go before he swallows, his eyes glazing over.

“Change. . . is a good thing right?” His voice comes out breathy, an invisible weight being lifted from his shoulders as he relaxes into the mattress.

Cody grins, nodding as he rests his free hand around Jon’s throat. “It’s a very good thing baby, and I’m glad you’re working through it. An’ I’m here to help you all the way.” He coos, pressing his lips against Jon’s teasingly.  

Jon couldn't even begin to explain what he's feeling in this moment. An extremely high, high which was something he only got from wrestling. And anxious. 

He doesn't know where that feeling came from but he knows he's in good hands. "Jon. . . baby. . ." Cody's voice brings him from his thoughts and he looks up into his lover’s eyes,  staring in concern down at him.

Before Cody gets a chance to say anything else, Jon wraps his hand around the back of the other's head and brings him down for a hard, steamy kiss on the lips.

Getting all the answers he needed to continue, Cody makes quick work of Jon's t-shirt. Only breaking the kiss for a moment so he could discard the useless piece of clothing. Pale fingers fumbling as he works the button on Jon’s jeans, sliding his tongue along the other’s bottom lip, demanding entrance.

Jon opens his mouth willingly, moaning as Cody’s tongue explores. He kicks his jeans down his legs and his breath hitches when Cody nips his bottom lip.

Wrapping his hand around Jon’s neck, he drags his other hand down the other’s chest. Cody grins, brushing the back of his knuckles up and down the length of Jon’s cock. “F-Fuck daddy. . .” Jon’s body twitches at the gentle touch.

He definitely wasn’t used to being touched so sensually before. The feeling almost brought tears to his eyes. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t used to this.

A whine passes between his lips and goosebumps erupt all over his body. Of course Cody knows what he’s doing to his boyfriend. “You look so good like this.” He pulls off Jon’s boxers, watching with hungry eyes as Moxley’s cock springs free. 

     Cody slides down his lover’s body and places his lips around the head, slowly taking Jon into his mouth. He’s slow as he begins to bob up and down, tracing his tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside of his dick.

     Moxley’s eyes roll back into his head, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids. His fingers twist into the bedsheets and his hips buck up against Cody’s face. 

     Draping his arm across Jon’s waist, Cody pins him down to the bed. “Who said you could move?” He growls out, pulling off his cock.

     “You never said I couldn’t!” Jon whines out, suddenly feeling Cody reach up and slap him for the second time. If it was possible for Jon to fall even more in love with him, he would’ve jumped off the top of a steel cage already. 

     A moan gets lost in Mox’s throat as Cody takes him all into his mouth again, the tip hitting the back of his throat. 

     Jon cries out, arching off the bed again and tangling his fingers in Cody’s short, blond hair. A million thoughts run through his head when he pulls off him with a ‘pop’ so suddenly.

     In a matter of seconds, Moxley has the two of them flipped, Cody's still clothed body underneath him. As fast as it happened with Jon, Cody flips them again, pinning Jon's arms besides his head. 

     "Don't forget who's in charge here..." Keeping his wrists in his hands, Cody offers the other two of his fingers. Jon parts his lips right away and takes the digits into his mouth, swirling his tongue between them. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me baby boy.” Feeling satisfied with Jon’s work after a few minutes, he removes his fingers and spreads his legs open with his knee. 

     Cody brings his fingers down to his ass and gently eases one around the ring of muscle, watching the other’s reaction. A gasp comes from the body beneath him and he takes it as a sign to continue. He works his finger in more, crooking it in a ‘come hither’ motion. 

     He marvels in the way Jon arches his back before adding the second finger, working him open. “Doing so good baby…” He coos down at him, pumping his fingers a few more times before slipping them out. A whine escapes Jon’s throat when Cody slides off the bed away from him. 

     “God daddy, please, I hate being teased. . .” Cody laughs as he undresses and pulls his belt real slow through the loops of his dress pants before kicking them away. He makes his way back onto the bed, watching as Jon’s doe eyes follow his every move. 

     Eyes landing on the worn leather in Cody’s hand, Jon's mind drifts back to how his day started that lead to this.

Flashback - Earlier that day. 

     Jon was having a bad day, from. This morning when the coffee shop he liked stopped serving his roast; being late to his meet and greet- he hated disappointing his fans- and he missed lunch; To now . . . Covered in soda. He was heading toward the locker rooms when he saw Scorpio Sky pulling a can from the vending machine. 

     Common sense would be to wait a minute before opening the can but clearly Sky was lacking in at the moment. It was like slow motion in Jon's mind. He was walking by and Sky opened the soda and it sprayed everywhere. The sticky mist covered Jon from head to toe. 

     Fists clenched at his sides, Jon could feel the last line to sanity snap inside him. 

"Oh shit, Jon I'm-" 

"Just. . . Walk away Sky. . ."

     Scorpio walked closer, another apology on his lips when Jon finally looked up, anger swimming in his cold blue eyes. “Seriously, walk away before I do something we both regret, please.” The eerily calm voice seemed to do the trick as Sky held up his hands and backed away cautiously. 

     After hearing the man’s footsteps retreat down the hall, he let his shoulders drop. He made his way into the bathroom to clean up.

     Jon was shocked with himself. Not blowing up like he would have eight years ago. All he wanted was for this day to be over with. He washed his hands, face and neck, hoping to make it back to the locker room in one piece.

     After changing his clothes, Jon walked into catering. He found himself a table in the back, completely oblivious to his boyfriend and Kenny getting food. Jon had his nose buried in the elbow of his jacket and the beginnings of a headache forming at the base of his skull.

     A few minutes go by before the sound of chairs dragging across the floor gets his attention. "Babe, is everything okay?" Cody's concerned voice reaches his ears before he could fully lift his head up. 

     Seeing Kenny sitting there with them, made his blood boil. Cody knew how much Jon didn't like Kenny, but he didn't want to come between his boyfriend and his friends. Jon's voice was tense as he spoke, not being able to hide it anymore. "Yeah babe, just a rough day."

     "You've been having those a lot lately, you sure?" Kenny couldn't keep the snideness from his voice. Jon had been trying all day, but of course the one person who could, had made him snap. He flew across the table and his fist met with Kenny's nose, knocking him from his chair. Jon heard a 'crack' and felt warm liquid on his knuckles. 

     A group of wrestlers gathered to watch as Cody pulled the two men apart. Well, he pulled Kenny away; Being the easiest to get to at the time. Jon reluctantly let Cody drag his friend a good distance away before Jon could attack the Canadian again. 

     He looked over at Omega, seeing the blood gushing from the man's face. That's the crack he'd heard, he'd possibly broken the guy's nose. 

     Jon didn't look back again as he stormed out of Daily's place.

End of flashback - 

   Hands now secured with the belt, Jon moans out as Cody lines up his cock with his ass before pushing into him in one smooth thrust. 

     The leather rubs deliciously against Jon's skin and he wraps his legs around Cody's waist. "Oh God daddy, f-fuck, you feel fantastic inside me.." His voice is low and raspy as he moves against him. He hates not being able to touch Cody, he did like how dominant his boyfriend’s being though.

     The anger from today's events fading from his mind as they move against one another. Cody looks down at Jon underneath him and grins, seeing him finally relax. "Yeah baby boy? You feel better now that daddy’s inside you?” He teases, pumping his hips lazily. “Yes, m-much better, thank you.” Jon’s breathless as he gazes up at Cody, eyes hazy.

    He brings his bound arms up and loops them over Cody’s head, resting his forearms on the other’s shoulders. If this was the only way he could touch him, Moxley’s gonna take it. “You little shit,” Cody laughs at the man’s loophole and starts pumping his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around their hotel room.

     Jon moans out at the change in pace and locks his legs around Cody’s waist, taking him deeper. “Who knew you could be so needy.” Cody teases, gripping his boy’s hips. A tingling sensation begins to grow in the pit of Jon’s belly, causing him to squirm underneath him. 

     “M-Mmm, daddy. . .” He whines, their eyes locked on one another's. Cody could tell that his boy’s getting close to cumming. Reaching between them, Rhodes wraps his hand around Jon’s dick, jerking in time with his thrusts. “Getting close baby boy?” Jon stares up into his lustful eyes, nodding quickly. 

     “Y-Yes daddy, please make me cum!” Jon moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as the overstimulation rushes through his body. Cody reangles his hips, the head of his cock now brushing right against the other’s prostate. Placing his mouth by Jon’s ear, picking up the pace in his thrusts. “Cum with me baby. . . cum for daddy. . .”

     That’s all Jon needs to hear before he cums between them, his body going numb with pleasure. Cody feels him squeeze around his dick, causing Cody to cum seconds after. His thrusts become erratic as he fucks them through their highs. Jon’s body slumps into the bed as his boyfriend begins slowing down.

     Cody’s hips pump into him lazily, reaching his hands around his neck, he undid the belt around Jon’s wrists. A moan escapes Jon as the feeling comes back to his arms. “Are you okay baby boy?” There’s a hint of concern in Cody’s voice as he looks down at him. A smirk appears when he sees the blissed out state Jon is in. 

     Jon’s cheeks are flushed red and a smile’s glued to his lips. Leaning down, Cody presses his mouth against the other’s. “ ‘m so much better, daddy.” Jon murmurs into the kiss, his hands trailing down the other’s sweaty chest. “You look much better.” Cody breaths, slowly pulling out of his boyfriend and takes a hold of Jon’s wrists. He kisses each one where it’s irritated.

     “Stay here baby, I’ll be right back.” Cody gets off the bed and makes his way into the bathroom. He grabs a washcloth and holds it under the hot water. Jon’s limbs are like jello as he moves anyways, situating himself more comfortably. “. . .You really like being a pain in my ass don’t you?” Cody shakes his head even though there’s a smile on his face. “Even though you just fucked my brains out, ya’know I gotta uhhh. . .” Jon trails off in a moan as he wipes the hot rag along his body. “Uh-huh, that’s what I thought.” Cody grins, tossing the rag into the bathroom after cleaning himself up as well.

     Finally regaining the feeling back in his body parts, Jon works his naked body underneath the blankets. He holds up the other side so Cody can slip in beside him. He immediately scoots himself into his arms, their bodies fitting against each other perfectly. 

     “I’m sorry about the way I acted today.” Jon murmurs between them. Cody drapes his arm over his shoulder and cups the back of his neck, stroking the side with his thumb. “A bad day will do that to you. Next time, please tell me? This way daddy can help his baby boy a little sooner next time, yeah?” A blush creeps across the bridge of Jon’s nose and cheeks.

     He pressed his forehead against Cody’s, staring into his eyes; Something unspoken happening between them. Cody closes the distance and kisses him slowly. “Go to sleep babe, we’ll have a better day tomorrow.” They share another kiss before getting comfortable under the blankets. 

     They drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, both men feeling as though they understand each other on a deeper level now. Only time would tell. 

fin.

[f1shbonez]

"Stop. Don't start shit." (@vastayan--vigilante)

It was kinda easy to see why Scar liked these little trips to the markets. Up here there was no Ekko, no crying babies and  they got first dibs on whatever they picked up to bring back. Those weren’t the reasons Jinx had for attaching herself to Scar’s routine, but they meshed together nicely. Browsing the markets offered the chance to pick up things that were hard to get hold of at the Firelight base. Looking for a tool to use on a tinkering project? Shopping trip with Scar. It was a win-win. No trespassing or stealing Firelight equipment meant fewer people could get mad at you, and you didn’t need to return the gadget when you were done! Admittedly, building a stash was a game that came with a growing level of challenge. Scar and the others were pretty sharp, but that just kept things interesting. 

Practicing a solid disguise was another fun part of these trips. With half of The Lanes frothing at the mouth to turn in Jinx for their hefty cash prize, it was important to remain hidden. The most bittersweet privilege was getting to see the state of The Lanes- to catch the ripples of Silco’s death in action. Who was selling Shimmer in the crowds? Whose territory had expanded or changed hands? Seeing the streets through the eyes of a Firelight was definitely different to walking it as Jinx. People respected Jinx. People feared Jinx. People did what Jinx said…or they had, at least when Silco was around. Now walking through the bustling markets felt like a perpetual game of hide and seek. 

Today’s trip was boring. All of the good market stalls were blocks away and Scar’s painfully sensible shopping list had them stuck here, looking at meat and listening to vendors justifying their prices with talk of taxes and shipping routes. There wasn’t even anything good to steal here. She’d have stolen something boring just for the challenge if most of the items in reach weren’t chunks of raw fish. 

From the right of the stall, the crowd began to melt seamlessly away, forming some kind of invisible path. At the sight of it, Jinx fell dangerously still. It wasn’t any different to how Sevika had patrolled the same block months ago, but the sight of her filled Jinx with a silent, incandescent rage. 

All of this was Sevika’s fault. 

Traitor. Murderer.

Had Sevika used the blade in her arm to do it? The blade that Silco gave her? 

The invisible fire in Jinx’s chest roared to life, growing as it touched upon each and every raw wound. Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. It didn’t feel like there were hundreds of people clustered around them. It didn’t feel like Sevika’s goons were at her shoulders. The hissing, babbling static joined the noise of the crowd, sizzling meat and carts. Silco would want her to do this. She was certain of it. Silco needed her to do this. She hadn’t killed Sevika on the day it happened but she could now. She could. 

Jinx moved. 

Action and purpose drowned out Mylo’s garbled words. 

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

I need to do this. 

I have to. 

I can make it right. 

A fluid brush of fingers plucked a pistol from a passerby’s belt as Jinx disappeared into the crowd. One bullet would do the trick. Sevika deserved thousands, but who knew when the next chance would present itself? Jinx wasn’t going to wait. She’d empty as many bullets as she could into the ogre before someone else shot her down. By then, it wouldn’t even matter. So long as Sevika was gone too. 

It was pretty easy to part a crowd with an exposed weapon. Good. That would make for a nice clean shot on Sevika. Jinx’s steps quickened as she snaked through people, sensing the rush of someone at her back. Mid-step, the sensation of a large hand wrenched the barrel of the gun towards the floor, grinding Jinx’s war-path to a halt. 

"Stop. Don't start shit."

The familiar rumble of Scar’s voice reminded Jinx that she wasn’t alone. 

Pale fingers tightened around the pistol’s grip. 

Tearing her eyes away from Sevika felt like abandoning Silco all over again. It felt like letting Sevika win. It hurt. It made Jinx angry. 

Cold eyes fixed Scar in a baleful stare. Now it felt like there were only three people in the marketplace: Jinx, Sevika and the person in the way. Being in the way was almost as bad as being Sevika. Did Scar think he could tell Jinx what to do? Would he make her? Did he think she would listen the same way she did when she chose to oblige his stupid rules? She wasn’t trying to please him now. She didn’t need to pretend to be his friend anymore. What Silco wanted mattered most. Silco wanted the Firelights dead too, had Scar forgotten? 

The resistance of Scar’s grip kept the weapon low and with his additional handful of seconds, he filled the space ahead of Jinx, blocking both sight and access to Sevika. Jinx’s jaw hardened. Fine. 

Taking no pains to resist the force keeping the gun down, Jinx twisted her wrist, pressing the barrel against Scar’s kneecap. Her finger teased the trigger, imagining the noise it would make when the bone shattered. 

Scar wasn’t a friend. Scar was an obstacle. She wasn’t going to let Silco down again. Not for Scar.

[tikitsune]

This has, in fact, inspired me to write. So I hope you don't mind.

She rushed to seventh floor of the castle as routinely as her Sunday could be here. Behind her, she could hear the cursing of her fellow housemates a couple corridors down.

Coming across a door she recognized, she quickly made her way into her safe place and slammed the door behind her.

Her back pressed against the door as she took a couple breathes to calm herself down. You would think that for all the times this has happened, it would get easier.

She turned her gaze up to see two people cuddling, looking equally as startled. "What are you doing in my special place?"

One look at her tie was enough to make the one with an identical tie breathe out a sigh of relieve and chuckle. "You're the second year that everyone refuses to believe is in our house right?"

She glanced back at the door before slowly nodding. "Then it was our special place first." He said smugly.

She laughed. "You're cute, by the way."

She walked over to the book shelf where she had stashed her favorite books.

"You don't hate us? Or what we are doing?" The voice from the other guy asked.

"You guys are cute and that's not me. I regularly go home to a family that doesn't want me and a glock that I can use to easily kill myself or others. Like I give a shit about who loves who."

The Desi boy casted a concerned glance her way. "You're suicidal? Do you need someone to talk to?"

She smiled. "I will tell you in the future that right now is the time that I want to die the most, I can guarantee you that. I'm fine."

They all shared a laugh and got to in now each other that night.

"Reggie!" He looked up from his place on the wall to find her running over to him. "Is it true that James asked someone out?"

He could only stare at her in sorrow. She immediately hugged him. "I am so sorry."

She pulled away and rested their foreheads together. "Well isn't this a surprise, Black. And here I thought you were gay."

She turned to find Mulciber staring at the two. "Shut up and so what if he is?" She grabbed Regulus's hand and dragged him away.

"Hey guys! Wait up!" James called running after them.

She pushed Regulus behind her and greeted. "Potter." The use of his last name soured his face. "Apologies but we have somewhere to be."

They walked away from the stunned seventh year without another thought or word.

As they walked to the front entrance, she was ranting about how she was carrying a loaded holster and no one would know because of the school cloak. The rant switched to how easy it would be to hide a body and where which quickle transformed into where to hide a cat's dead body in school grounds because a teacher was passing by.

"You are taking me with you." She insisted, him having snuck her into his room.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "And assuming I allow this is the first place, how?"

She pulled out the invisibility cloak she stole from Potter and wrapped it around herself. "You stole it from him?"

She nodded. "And plus it's not like I became an animagus for nothing."

"But your patronus is an orca."

"Contrary to popular belief, your patronus and animagus don't have to be the exact same thing." She transformed into a osprey.

"Okay and how do you plan on staying hidden?" A break grabbed the slivery clock that had fell around them.

"Fine."

"He's basically sending you on a suicide mission." She nearly yelled at him except for the fact that she wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

She turned to the door and casted privacy spells. "Yes I can use wandless magic. I can already see your brain trying to distract me. Now tell me, what is stopping me from going out there and blasting a bullet into his brain." She grabbed her gun out of her holster and pointed it at the door.

"They could probably kill you before or after you do and I would lose you."

"Fair enough." The gun was slid back into its holster. She grabbed the invisibility cloak from its place on the ground and folded it before putting it on Regulus's bed. She then removed her holster from her waist and set it in top of the folded cloak. "Well, you should probably put your letter to him on it."

He did as he was told. "Expecto patronum." An orca popped into existence. "Well what do you want to say to him?"

Regulus didn't say much just looked sad as he said he was sorry for whatever made them break up because apparently even he didn't know and then forgave him. He ended with saying that even after all this time, Regulus still lives him.

She put her arm around his waist. "Potter. James. By the time you get this Reggie and I will be did. I have many things I want to say to you about the whole thing but we don't have much time. I want to say that I forgive you for hurting my brother as much as you did but I will never forget. I hope you don't join us so soon."

She willed then end of the message and commanded her patronus. "Find him and stay near. Give him these." She pointed at the pile if stuff on Regulus's bed. "Don't show him the stuff or the message until we can feel me dying."

Her hands covered her mouth as she watched the Dark Lord walk away. She rushed down to him crying. "Reggie, give me some."

She could see in his eyes that he didn't want her to due with him. "No, I am not leaving the only one who stuck by my side for so long. I am not leaving my brother."

She kissed him and took some of the burden from him as both passed away. One hunched over the other, their bodies withering away.

It's shit but that's what I can remember frim when I played it out 30 minutes ago. So eh. Not my best work but not my worst.

my roman empire is james and regulus being a couple for years as teenagers.

both men being teased for remaining chronically single.

james asking sirius about regulus, and being shut down with an "i dont want to talk about him,"

regulus staring at him during meal-times. his friends assumed he was looking at sirius.

james asking lily out, in seventh year, and everybody breathing a sigh of relief: "thank merlin, hes not queer"

regulus stiffening when "wouldn't it be nice" started playing.

james blatantly refusing to have his and lily's first dance to "can't help falling in love" for a reason nobody could quite understand.

regulus still smelling james in amortentia, even years afterwards.

james knowing something is wrong, in his gut. nobody believes him when he says that something terrible has happened.

no-one understanding, or wanting to understand, why james potter was so affected by his best friend's little brother dying.

james telling lily to run, but not moving. he wasn't scared; he'd see regulus again soon.

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 14

time to make parsley suffer since moss was in a goddamn coma last time so its like a small continuation or insert?

parsley is dumped on the ground hes back lol. wheatley asks if hes ok and he just groans. he gets up and notices teya has weird cracks and stuff on her face and senna has similiar markings on her hand and armor.

he points at teya "wtf happaned to you?" "a lot you were out for 36 hours." he gets mad that hes the only one that needs sleep. 'skill issue' he glares at wheatley and says he wants to go back to sleep.

zen greets parsley as per usual. 'cant say its good to be back.' 'haha you missed us.' 'nuh uh!' dumbass fey siblings lol. then they talk about how wheatley has no bones lol.

teya tells parsley how she made a fake fey deal with android sksksk. 'it was funny up until it wasnt.' wheatley starts retelling all the stuff that happaned last session. the goose. spingledorf. how the network discussion happaned. senna and teya connecting.

teya takes over and says android called her a pussy and how she wouldnt be able to handle the cloud and how she got his ass. and almost broke her soul. only a little. parsley calls teya a cheater and you cant take his name from a memory. teya says she had to try. she also sends a message to parsley and he flips her off.

he glares at teya and gets up. he goes over to android and says hes being awfully quiet. android glares at him. 'go away.' 'i cant believe you got tricked into a fey deal.' he denies it lol. 'i miss when you couldnt talk to me.' wheatley is just giggling away.

parsley offers a proposition oh no. 'what kind.' parsley and teya have a bet on who can learn his name first. 'why?!' 'i learn your name and i wont talk to you for 3 days.' wheatley says it would have to be a week at least. 'make it your whole life' they barely lasted those 2 days oh no.

'gimme your name.' 'no.' androids getting mad lol. parsley keeps trying dammit. android walks away and parsley keeps following him. teya is pissed parsley told him the bet.

(they finally notice that senna hasnt said anything since parsley arrived but oh well)

android is just walking in circles and ignoring parsley. teya keeps using message. then parsley says that robogod is just a guy. android pauses pissed as hell. he pokes parsley in the chest hard. 'wtf do you know about MY god?!' 'hes just a guy. he doesnt do shit.'

wheatleys asks what he means. 'hes just a dude i dont see whats so great about him.' 'oh your just being regular parsley.' 'name 1 thing hes done.' 'he made us and gave us sanctuary.' 'sounds like what parents do all the time, thats their job.'

android says god gave them pieces of his soul so they could be alive and learn. 'you have a lot to learn then.' thanks teya. now their just insulting each other. wheatley says its the souls that lets them network together.

'what network?' wheatley brightens and says its wonderful. teya is shaking her head. parsley asks us wtf is going on. 'maybe you SHOULD go in there. have fun lore or something.' android glares at teya. 'you wont let parsley try you coward?' parsley demands to know what happaned last time. teya says he peered into her memories. android warns her to shut. teya says she also peeked in revenge and it was juicy. 'or what?' android threatens her again. 'why are you so scared of people knowing?'

uh oh android walks toward teya and she turns invisible to hide. android starts spilling teyas trauma in revenge so parsley attacks him. 'get new material' yells teya. zen deflects parsleys axe and yells at him. 'stop escalating. your making things worse.'

zen calls out teya and parsley for being pricks for no reason. minus friendship from zen for parsley and teya the jerks. wheatley is disappointed. teya is hiding in a tree and tries to apologize but zen says they owe android an apology. wheatley apologizes even though he didnt do anything lol. senna mumbles about the fucking fey.

teya wont apologize until he stops threatening her. zen says he wont do that unless she stops antagonizing him. zen knows android isnt helping much but they dont need to make things worse. zen says he has a great idea. he grabs android and parsleys arms and drags them to teya. THERAPY SESSION NO CHOICE. senna just leaves.

wheatley darts over excited. teya messages sunnie fast 'the robots might kill me sorry lol' teya climbs down from the tree she gave up lol. zen rejects wheatley right now its just for these 3 lol. teya says their gonna die since wheatley isnt allowed in lol. wheatley does ask to connect later.

zen warns parsley he will feel weird at first. parsley is very concerned. warm arm oh dear. parsley starts hitting him lol. he can feel the others its weird lol. (wheatley goes to find senna) glowing yellow eyes and shit! no circuit scars for him dammit.

zen deepens the connection (despite androids and parsleys protests) now they can feel each others emotions. first android oh no. anger. fear. shame. regret. disgust. parsley really doesnt want it lol. no ones having a good time. then they go to normal. now its teyas turn! barely containing her fear and anger. cockiness. resentful. parsley says he wants to punch android. now parsleys turn! confused. wtf. resistance. annoyed. pissed. horny/j.

zen asks how they are now. pissed lol. 'we understand the feelings just not why.' zen says theyll save this for another time when more progress is made. end connection. parsley has a headache but no cool scars dammit. wheatley looks over glad to see their done and ok.

android hated this lol. teya misses sleeping. wheatley walks over nervously and asks if anyone knows where senna is cause he needs her for his plan. teya says she can message her. senna comes up over the hill. she doesnt wave back at wheatley but walks over.

wheatley says the cloud was unpleasent for them but wants them inside to tell them something. his purpose wasnt to speak and he had to teach himself. he wants to convey using the network. android refuses. 'asking nicely wont work?' yep. perhaps another time.

gotta hold hands lol. their scars glow lol. in the discord call sksksk. its quiet for a moment. then we feel warmth. we feel adored. a thousand years of loneliness but it keeps lessoning. warm and glowing. wheatley adores us for some reason. the first people he felt he could be himself with. accepted. safe. belong.

first are wheatleys feelings for zen. admiration. wants to prove himself. looks up to him. slightly insecure like hes a freeloader. then senna. kindred. wants to know more. to help. to prove to her she doesnt have to be alone. he understands wanting to belong. worried. then teya. sympathy. wants to help. curiosity. wants to end her pain. help her get home. then parsley. compansionship and brotherhood. hilarious. partner in crime. echo of hilarious moments. wants an easy chemistry. an undercurrent of worry from not knowing anything personal. hes also worried about everyone either they die or kill each other and now hes spiraling and zen cuts it off to stop this.

wheatley snaps back to reality with a sad face. parsley looks offguard. hes just surprised lol. wheatley looks even sadder oh no! teya hugs him awww. he clings to her lol. zen hugs too lol. but senna is sobbing hysterically on the floor. wheatley tries to comfort her but she throws him off and backs away. zen tries to calm her down. she throws him off too, tells them not to touch her, and storms off. wheatley is devastated. android: well she didnt take that well. wheatley slowly gets up and quietly says hes glad they listened. then he walks away.

huh this was supposed to be a mini sesh. oh well.

[im-traumatised]

I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking. I need to stop talking.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.2K]

You stared at the phone as if it were something dangerous.

The day was seeping into night outside, the sun dying, the sky turning indigo and violet. You shuffled from foot to foot, a hand reaching out to pick up the receiver before changing your mind and pulling back.

You clasped your hands to your chest instead, leaning your chin on them as you pouted, feeling terribly sorry for yourself. Dinner was done, the dishes cleaned, your bedroom too dark, the house too empty. Another two days until your parents returned from vacation, another forty eight hours of pretending that you were okay, that being alone at night didn’t make you feel like the only person left in the world.

‘Call me if you need anything,’ he’d said.

But that meant an emergency, right? Like a power cut or a demogorgon related incident. Or if someone had died. Right?

You hesitated, swore out loud at yourself and picked up the phone, the dial tone mocking you.

‘If you need anything.’

You stared at the numbers on the buttons, the muted blue plastic of the phone looking awfully sinister all of a sudden. But you groaned, squeezed your eyes shut for just a second and when you opened them again, you blew out a breath and punched in Steve Harrington’s number.

It rang once, twice. A horrible trill that made your heart pound and you paced the hallway carpet before stretching the cord long and sitting on the edge of the stairs with the cable wrapped around your ankle. Three times, four times, five times—

“Hello?”

Shit.

Your heart stopped. You swore it did, restarting with a new beat, faster this time, hard enough that it rattled your rib cage and suddenly you couldn’t speak.

Your mouth opened but your tongue felt a little too thick and god, you felt so stupid, why were you calling? What was the boy supposed to do?

“…Hey, Steve.”

You cringed, face scrunched up in embarrassment because you felt like a fool and everything was awful, because you were young with a crush and then, and then—

Steve said your name, warm and like a new kind of hello, voice much brighter than his first greeting. You heard him shuffle around, a soft swear away from the receiver.

“Hey, hi,” he cleared his throat, static through the line. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

You didn’t normally call Steve. In fact, you’d only gotten his number a week ago, when he found out your parents were leaving town and he scribbled it on your hand with a biro stolen from Family Video’s front desk. Most of your communication had been through crackled walkie talkies and fourteen year old children.

“Yeah!” You blurted out, too sharp, too fast. You winced, kicked the stair post in annoyance. “I’m fine, sorry, everything’s fine… I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry,” you said again.

“Wait, wait, hey,” you heard faintly as you began to pull the phone away from your ear, face burning at how badly it had gone. You paused, held your breath and put the plastic back to the side of your head.

“…don’t go,” Steve huffed, “I’m glad you called.”

A new kind of warmth bloomed inside of you, like wildflowers between your ribs, messy and colourful and bursting from your bones. Your stomach flipped, an invisible rollercoaster that had you standing up and holding onto the bannister for support.

“You are?”

You heard Steve laugh, not meanly, a soft huff of air that made the line buzz and you could imagine his smile, the crinkle of his eyes.

“Yeah,” he told you, “I told you to, didn’t I?”

You shrugged before remembering he couldn’t see you, but that didn’t stop you from covering your face to hide your grin, giddy and wide. You felt like a schoolgirl, talking to that real pretty boy by your locker between classes.

“You did,” you agreed softly. “But I kinda thought you meant it in like, an emergency situation, kinda way, y’know?”

“What, you’re telling me your arm’s not getting chewed by a demogorgon right now?”

You grinned, unwinding the phone cord from around your leg, only to twirl it around your finger instead. God, you were so far gone.

“Oh no, it is,” you told him deadpan, “there’s blood everywhere. I just have an insane pain tolerance.”

Steve laughed, sharp and bright, a sticky sweet sound that reminded you of the summer day that had just left, leaving you in peach and rose coloured shadows.

“Good to know,” he hummed and there was a beat of silence, not at all uncomfortable. “So… why did you call? I’m assuming it wasn’t just to brag about how much of a badass you are.”

He said it gently despite the joke, a soft coaxing that assured you that you tell him the truth without the ground opening up to swallow you whole. And he sounded hopeful, you thought, like he was crossing his fingers and holding his breath like you were.

“Oh,” you cringed again, a hand over your face as you tried to garner the courage to come out with it. “Well, uh—”

It wasn’t like you were expecting outright rejection. Steve was your friend. He was. It just wasn’t the same way that Eddie was your friend, or Nancy or Robin, or even Peter from the grocery store that you always spoke to.

He looked at you a little differently, sometimes for a little too long, with his big, brown eyes, and really, was it even your fault that you felt the way you did when he looked like that?

You just weren’t sure if he felt the same way you did. Like a swarm of butterflies took over his insides when you accidentally touched, like his heart was going to push its way out of his chest when you were alone.

Steve broke you out of your stupor by saying your name again, soft and gentle.

“Shit, um. Um, I was just calling,” you swallowed, your throat filled with broken glass and no confidence. “I was calling to see if you wanted to hang out? Maybe— maybe go to the cinema… if it weren’t a Sunday in a town where everything shuts down. Shit.” You groaned, hating yourself, hating Hawkins.

But Steve laughed again and you could hear the smile on his face when he spoke.

“Or I could come round to yours?”

Shit. Oh shit.

“If you wanted,” he added, voice a little panicked.

“Uh, yeah,” you whispered, eyes wide, hand gripping the receiver like a lifeline. Your heart was beating like a hummingbird, like a tiny little bird on some sort of fucking crack cocaine, there was no other way to describe it. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Oh my god.

“Cool,” Steve breathed out, relief and something else colouring his tone. Excitement? Relief? “I’ll come round in about an hour? I’ll grab some movies?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you told him, trying to sound cool and relaxed and totally pulled together.

You were very much not cool, relaxed nor pulled together. Your stomach was somersaulting.

“Great, right, okay,” the boy said, “it’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” you repeated, nodding to no one but yourself. You felt dizzy.

And then Steve said his goodbyes and the phone clicked and the dial tone buzzed. You dropped the receiver back into its cradle and pushed your hands to your face, grinning until your cheeks hurt and you yelled.

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Safe House

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death

Word Count: 1220

A/N: So Bruce isn’t even in this Convenience bonus chapter, but it gives some more insight before we go any further that I think we need. I do have several follower celebration requests half written, I’m just trying to find the motivation to finish them atm. Anyway, I hope you like this!!

Ko-Fi

Series Masterlist

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Jason rounded the corner to find Y/N already waiting for him, two cups of coffee in her hands and a back pack on her back. She looked about as far from a Wayne as could be in black jeans, boots and a ratty old hoodie he knew she would have stolen from Bruce. Invisible and inconspicuous, exactly what she needed to be in this part of town, especially meeting up with another guy who was not her husband. It was not like she could just turn around to the media and say I’m not having an affair, my dead kid got resurrected and now he is back in Gotham violently fighting crime.

He scanned the street before making himself known. Y/N broke into a smile as soon as she caught sight of him, but he watched her eyes scan over him. He was glad he broke into a gym the night before to grab a shower, but he could not hide the rips in his hoodies and jeans. He subconsciously pulled the hood closer to his face in an effort to hide the scar on his cheek.

“Hey.” He said, taking the coffee she held out for him.

“Hey.” She noticed him glancing around them. “He’s not here.”

“He know you’ve come to meet me?” Even though he knew she would not lie to him, he still scanned the area for any sign of Bruce.

She sighed. “No, he thinks I’m meeting a guy about car parts.” She glanced at the people walking past them. “C’mon, I know somewhere we can talk.” She took off walking without waiting for an answer and he saw the small smile she gave him when he followed without question.

He kept his hand hovering over the gun inside his jacket as they walked, still not trusting the people of Gotham. It did not escape his notice that Y/N’s hand was in her pocket as well; it seemed neither of them could.

He shot her a questioning look when she held open the door to an apartment building for him. She just smiled and gestured him through. He supposed it was to be expected that Bruce owned property all over the city, even just as safe houses. So he followed her to the elevator and climbed in without question. She hit the button for the sixth floor and they both just sipped their coffees as the elevator ascended. He was surprised she still remembered how he took his coffee, and even more surprised that he still liked it that way. Everything else seemed to have changed since he came back.

She led the way down the corridor and stopped in front of apartment 231 and unlocked the door. He followed her in and scanned the room for immediate threats before shutting the door behind them. The apartment was smaller than what he would have expected from Bruce, but it was nicer than anywhere he had stayed in quite some time.

He turned back to find Y/N watching him closely. “So, what do you think?”

“You want my advice on decorating or something?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I mean, it’s yours to decorate however you want.” She said, almost nervously and he wanted to kick himself for his tone.

“Mom, I don’t want his money.” He clenched his jaw and looked away from her.

“Jay, I brought it with my money.” She said softly.

He snapped back to look at her, not quite believing she would do that for him. He knew how much her own money meant to her, how much she had always hated having to rely on Bruce for everything. “Mom…”

“Don’t you dare say you can’t accept it. I made you a promise remember.” There were tears in her eyes.

He would struggle to forget the promise she made him not long after she convinced Bruce to let him stay. They argued for days about it and even after Bruce agreed, he still felt guilty, like he was driving a wedge between them. She assured him he was not, and promised that he would never have to go back to the streets again.

Emotions welled in his chest and he felt tears starting to burn his eyes. To make sure she would not see them falling, he pulled her into a hug. She squeezed him back, giving him the familiarity he had been missing. But there was still something gnawing at his insides, begging to be sated. He pulled back and put some distance between them before speaking. “You still replaced me though.”

Her face fell. “We didn’t take Tim in to replace you, Jason. He needed us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure his rich parents couldn’t do that.” He finally dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the sofa.

She sat down on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. “I think I’m living proof rich parents don’t always do what’s best.” She sighed. “He figured it out, who Bruce and Dick were. And Bruce-” Her voice cracked. “Bruce was so lost in his own grief that he listened to the kid when he told him Batman needed a Robin. He fit perfectly in Dick’s first suit so they didn’t even need me to go ahead with it. Then his parents were killed and… what were we supposed to do?”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, hating himself for making her cry each time they had met since he came back.

“It’s okay.” She held out her back pack for him. “This is for you.”

He took it from her, his eyebrows pinched together. He opened it and stared at the pieces inside. He pulled them out one by one, watching the way the red and black caught the light streaming through the window. He stared at the suit and helmet laid out on the coffee table. “I already have a suit.” Were the only words his mind could come up with.

“I changed some things, after…” After you died, the words that did not need to be said. “I changed the material with the help of a friend at Wayne Enterprises. It’s not just bullet-proof, they could hit you with anything short of an RPG and you’d come out unscathed.” She swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry, that I didn’t have it finished sooner. After Bruce was shot, I should have finished it straight away. I meant to, but then I got so distracted by you and Dick running around alone.”

“Mom, what happened wasn’t your fault. I went looking for the-” He choked. “for him, I thought I could take him on my own.”

She nodded and turned her attention back to the suit. “There’s some changes that affect maintenance. Come on, I’ll show you.” She patted the spot next to her on the floor.

He joined her and tried to pretend that he was still the eager kid who followed her around, soaking up all the knowledge he could from her as she built things for Bruce and Dick. He wasn’t that kid anymore, but he had missed this more than anything. So he listened carefully as she talked him through each piece of the suit.

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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[sluttywonwoo]

SVT reaction to them walking in on you while you're masturbating🙈

seungcheol: he’d make you stop and get on all fours. one, so he could spank you for touching yourself without permission and two, so he could fuck you from behind after he was done punishing you. he’d be the only one cumming that night, but he’d take care of you in the morning because he isn’t cruel enough to leave you aching for that long.

jeonghan: he’d watch you silently until you made yourself cum. only then would he make himself known, startling you and effectively ruining your orgasm. he’d just smirk and tell you “that’s what you get for being such an impatient slut” and he’d take advantage of your sensitive state to bring you to a full orgasm with his tongue in seconds flat. but he’d be far from done with you after that.

joshua: he’d be a little annoyed that you couldn’t wait for him, but hide it with a sweet demeanor, telling you he’d take over for you only to edge you to oblivion. when you beg him to let you cum he’d just smile like he had when he caught you and tell you that good sluts are patient and it’d finally dawn on you that you were being punished and not indulged in.

jun: he’d hear you moaning and rush into your shared bedroom to see you laid out on the bed lost in the midst of pleasure. he'd clear his throat to get your attention and you'd freeze, hand still down your pants. he'd approached the bed and replace your hand with his, asking you to explain yourself while he touched you. he wouldn't give you what you really wanted, though, until you finished explaining and apologized.

soonyoung: he'd turn the tables on you and make you watch him get himself off in front of you. whenever you tried to touch yourself or him he'd swat your hand away and tell you to wait your turn.

wonwoo: i picture him getting a little heated tbh, especially if you tried to lie yourself out of the situation. he'd yank your hand away from yourself and suck your fingers into his mouth. and what comes out of his mouth would just be absolute filth. he'd sneer at you, tease you saying "bet your fingers aren't as good as mine" and "do you have such a needy cunt that you couldn't wait twenty more minutes for me to get home?"

jihoon: he'd be pissed and he wouldn't even try to hide it. i think jihoon's a lil possessive when it comes to your orgasms. like he'll let you masturbate, but only if you ask him first. maybe that day you hadn't wanted to bother him so you'd just gone for it, thinking he'd be gone until late. but when he stumbled in on you breaking the rules you knew you'd spend the rest of the night denied.

seokmin: pouty doesn't even begin to describe it. he'd just frown and be like "you could've just asked me to help". you'd instantly feel guilty and try to explain that you didn't want to interrupt him while he was working and he'd soften a little, still pouty, but also very obviously starting to get hard in his pants. all it'd take is an apology for him to join you on the bed and fuck you like you'd been needing.

mingyu: ALSO very pouty (because he always is lbr), but angry too. he'd be kinda passive aggressive about it, acting like he was talking to himself as he says "guess i'm ghost now, i'm invisible or something" and etc. lmao... you'd have to get up and literally drag him over to the bed to get him to join you. you'd give him head and ride him to make it up to him.

minghao: this man would full on give you the silent treatment, which would only put you further on edge. he'd act all offended, but of course secretly be turned on. you'd go back to doing it just to tease him, moaning loudly and over-exaggerating everything until he snaps and climbs on top of you to shut you up.

seungkwan: he'd be so shocked and cover his eyes with his hands and walk back out before realizing that wait you're his partner and he's allowed to see that. so he'd burst back in and jump on top of you, getting all cocky about how he's going to finish what you started.

vernon: he'd mostly be confused as to why you were using a toy or your hands when his mouth and cock were right there. and he'd literally ask you that point blank. you had been napping when he left you in the bedroom of your apartment to do some chores, and when he came back in to check on in on you, you were about to make yourself cum. it wasn't your fault that you woke up horny, and you'd tell him exactly that which would only make things worse. he'd go from confused to frustrated, and then take that frustration out on you.

chan: he would honestly find it so hot to watch you make yourself feel good. like he'd be annoyed you were doing it without him, but he wouldn't want to waste the opportunity so he'd join you. you'd both be getting yourselves off, not allowed to touch each other. but he'd egg you on and vice versa, both of you trying to get the other cum first.