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boom-bakugou · 5 years ago

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

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lynkolnevans · 3 years ago

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New idea:

Saiki Kusuo is legally blind according to the government because his x-ray vision was so powerful during his eye exams, he couldn't see the eyesight test poster without blinking a lot. You could also combine this with many other power influenced issues (trouble hearing = so many voices in his head makes it hard to distinguish people talking, coordination issues = trouble controlling super strength, etc depending on what you wish to explore) Kusuo can apply for a service dog.

Obviously he doesn't, cause taking care of a dog whose thoughts he could hear 24/7, would be headache inducing. Especially since all he would hear is, “I help! Yes, do good help owner! Love you! Love you!”. So, he doesn’t, until Kurumi notices a sudden plunge in his mood, around the time Kusuo first starts resetting time to avoid the world’s destruction via volcano.

This, combined with Kuniharu’s whining about getting a pet dog to order around, Kurumi worried about her son’s health (and subsequently accidentally guilt-tripping him), the Saikis get a service dog!

Now this could be the end of it, as I think this idea can be cute as hell, especially as Kusuo really needs some kind of helping hand for all the shit he goes through. Instead, I got my grubby little hands all over this idea and twisted it into a self-insert prompt. If you want to hear rambling about that, then below the cut is for you. Otherwise, I hope this idea was entertaining to read and inspired you guys to create something cool!

So basically this whole idea started when re-watching Saiki K, as well as @oatmealcrisp-freak ‘s posts about Oda Cinnamon Nobunaga. I noticed some scenes in Saiki K where, under all the comedy, it creates some interesting parallels to real life troubles people with disabilities or medical problems have. This combined with @oatmealcrisp-freak ‘s posts and my own self-indulgent mind created a new idea. Hopefully, it hasn’t been done before.

We have a Self-Insert in the form of a German Shepherd, who gets reincarnated as a service dog and falls into the hands of the Saiki Family. Essentially it draws the same ideas in my super old post about my initial SI for Saiki K, mainly focusing on the SI being the antithesis to Kusuo’s powers and anime logic.

Thus, we begin the creation of the setting: Kusuo’s family pressure him to get a service dog, each parent having their own reasons. We get some reluctance and a “yare yare” or two, until Kusuo meets said SI. Huh, Kusuo cannot read the dog’s mind, what is it, a Nendo? Essentially, since Kusuo is being forced to get a service dog, he chooses to get the one whose mind he can’t read. This way it’s one less annoying mind to hear and a way to figure out why this one dog (a dog that is obviously very smart, unlike Nendo) does not have any thoughts to read.

We got a human who is now a dog with knowledge of Saiki K, who is at bare minimum also immune to telepathy. We also got a kid with enormous power just trying to live a normal life, even though his powers cause equal ‘benefit’ and stress.

I’ve already got some cool ass plot twists in mind.

#saiki kusuo #saiki #kusuo #saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #self-insert #kurumi #kuniharu #service dog SI #Literally all I write/draw about are my own self-inserts / edgy OCs that are also basically SIs #which is equal parts satisfying and annoying to think about

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arthurtaylorlester · 2 years ago

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malevolent episode 2 thoughts

WHY IS ARTHUR NOT ASKING ANY QUESTIONS??? GIRL YOU JUST LOST YOUR EYESIGHT TO AN INSIDE VOICE

why does spooky voice man say ''arthur,,,,,'' Like That™

also, NAMES!! ARTHUR ASK THE FUCKING VOICE WHAT TO CALL HIM (IT???)

uh these bitches get sidetracked so often?? how do you even accidentally acquire a baby?? while trying to drive to a town??

also, how is trying to solve what is very obviously a murder going to get your mind of off the OTHER murder/disappearance you're trying to solve

spooky voice man has hand now. what intrusive thoughts will he act out next (i think the answer is homosexuality/j)

fr the necessary requirement of being an eye-related eldritch horror is in fact, gayness soooooooo

these 2 are too good at coordination, you'd be catching me running into shit ALL THE TIME if this happened to me

is this a testament to the fact that they are in fact already a dynamic duo? why yes

arthur speaking to spooky voice man everytime he gets in taxi is unrealistic. does taxi driver just accept this rando is speaking to himself about literal MURDER

overall, solid 8/10, hype for ep 3

#malevolent #arthur lester #spooky voice man #john doe #that's him i think #unhinged aromantics

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helenazbmrskai · 4 years ago

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Seesaw (M)

Pairing – Blind! Jeongguk x Caretaker! Reader

Genre – Romance, Smut, Fluff, Home Care AU, House Helper AU, Established Relationship AU

Summary – [Jeongguk wants to show you something and you show him how much you appreciate him in return.]

Warnings – sub! jeongguk, soft dom! reader, oral male receiving, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, edging, grinding, penetrative unprotected sex, oc is on the pill, mention of face fucking, praise kink, oral fem receiving, they use pet names a whole lot, dirty talk, innocence kink, sexual tension, teasing, body worship, positive body image, switch! jeongguk for like two seconds, hand tattoo kink, sensitivity kink, guk is a soft lil needy bean who wants to explore and oc just wants to worship the shit out of him, sensual but very soft sex, voice kink, detailed description of sexual acts, porn with some plot

Word Count – (7,4k)

Author note. This piece contains mostly smut (I had this dream one day don’t judge me) the other half is just fluffy fluff so I have no idea why it’s this fricking long lol but enjoy it nonetheless. There was a time when I was struggling to write 4k and now I have to stop myself.

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The art room is his favourite place inside the house and you often find him coped up in there covered in paint after you’re finished with your duties.

You cut the freshly bloomed roses every day and retrieve them from the garden to decorate his dining table and fill the vase in the middle, you pick the pretty ones even though Jeongguk can’t admire their beauty after he completely lost his eyesight four years ago.

He was diagnosed late with Glaucoma and by the time Jeongguk decided to go to the hospital to get his constant pain around his eyes checked his optic nerve was damaged to the point that soon it led to his loss of vision.

He wanted to please his parents so he applied to Seoul National University to study international business. Spent most of his time studying in the library and attending classes but because he didn’t acknowledge his pain on time so he wouldn’t miss school, he dismissed the signs that led him to live the rest of his life completely blind.

He couldn’t finish school, his parents bought him an enormous house to live in but he had a hard time coping with how things turned out in the end. See the blackness instead of the colourful world was hard to get used to.

It takes two entire years for him to accept it, some would say it’s rather soon to get over such a fate but he didn’t want to live his remaining life dwelling on the ’what ifs’ so he decided to live his life to the fullest. Picked up his hobby where he left off and started painting again.

He gained back his original weight and the colour returned to his face little by little. It’s hard to imagine the empty shell of that boy he once was because you only got to experience this down to earth boy with a charming personality, living for the moment.

It was hard at first, he often got frustrated because his coordination was not as good as it used to be, there were times when he knocked over the bowl of water and it spilt all over his work. It didn’t bother him after a while he couldn’t see the finished piece, he found accomplishment during the process of making it. He learned that sometimes the effort is more important than the final goal.

His other senses however heightened to compensate for his lost ability, he enjoys scents more that’s why you fill the vase with freshly cut flowers every day and use an extra cup of fabric softener when you wash his clothes.

You only know his story because he shared it with you. It was easy to open up even when you two were strangers and in some way you still are since there are so many layers to Jeongguk that you haven’t seen, he’s gentle and caring but funny and playful.

You’re the one who should take care of him because you’re literally paid to do that yet he always finds small ways to do the same. Now he’s more than just a job to you.

His parents hired you last year when Jeongguk fired the third housekeeper because she tried to steal from the house. He only agreed to get a new replacement if he can make the choice of whom it will be and after his parents played him the recordings of the interviews he chose you.

You asked him a week later why he chose you from all those people and he said that he liked how your voice sounded.

He figures out the shapes by touching everything. He’s curious about the outside world that he once knew, what changed is the way he experiences them so he often walks around feeling his surroundings, trailing the walls with his fingers sometimes if he feels like it, he would even visit the gardens. He likes how the sun feels so warm on his skin or when the wind blows through his hair.

The garden is surrounded by high walls so onlookers can’t invade his privacy and the gate only opens if you put in the code that only you and him know, not even his parents can barge in like that.

He’s alone while you do your chores, no one except you visits him but he likes it that way, you always join him for his meals and after you’re done with cleaning the rooms.

Although even you leave around tenish to catch the last bus home, there are times when you sleepover if you forget about the time. It’s easy to do so when you’re with Jeongguk.

It’s not that time consuming anymore to do all the tasks since you figured out where everything was pretty fast, grew accustomed to the mansion-like house. Now it’s almost like you live there, knowing everything’s rightful place like the back of your hand.

You prepare his meals, fill his fridge with groceries, mop the floor and finish loading the dishwasher, you do all sort of things here. There are things you need to repeat every day but there are chores you have to do once a week or once in every month or so. You change his bedsheets and replace the empty shampoo bottle and body wash in his bathroom.

When you cross everything out you had to do on the list of tasks for the day it’s already four pm so you go to find him inside the art room. You don’t see what he’s painting on the canvas because he shows you his back as you stand at the doorstep.

Jeongguk feels your presence behind him even though you don’t move or announce your arrival, afraid that you’ll distract him when he looks so engrossed in his work you decide to watch him silently for a little while before beckoning him to have his late lunch.

He normally knows when you’re around because your scent gets stronger in the room if you’re nearby, he likes that feature about you. Not sure if you do it on purpose but you always wear the same fruity perfume his nose can easily recognise. Jeongguk catches you off guard with his sudden movement as he turns around on impulse, following your warmth like a sunflower, the paintbrush is still in his hand when he grins, catching the airy sound of your surprised yelp.

”Guk, you scared me.” Your chuckle blesses his ears, he can pick up the sound of your light footsteps as you approach him and he feels your palms cupping his face as soon as you reach him. You caress his cheeks with your fingers and you see multiple lines of dried paint on his face, he makes eye contact with you but you know he can’t actually see you.

”Are you done for today?” Jeongguk asks you excitedly eyes shining with anticipation while his hands hold you close gently by the waist, you vaguely remember he told you yesterday that he wants to show you something after work but the words went over your head until now. Matching his wide grin you peck his lips before pulling him in a different direction with the help of your intertwined hands.

”Yes. First, let’s get you cleaned up and eat, after that, I’m all yours.” You promise and he tightens his hold on you as you guide him inside the bathroom that’s connected to the art room.

You get a washcloth from under the sink and soak it in lukewarm water to clean his face whilst Jeongguk sits down onto the edge of the bathtub obediently and lets you rub the dried paint off his cheeks. You peck each side of his cheek when you’re done and his giggles are bouncing off the tile walls when you shower him with your kisses not neglecting his nose, eyelids or mouth in the process.

”So pretty.” The compliment followed by a final kiss on his forehead makes his cheeks burn with heat. Jeongguk touches your shoulders but he doesn’t linger there for long before he moves upwards beyond your collarbones and neck not stopping until he finds your face. He cradles it with a triumphant expression before pulling you down for a real kiss.

His tongue slips into your mouth with purpose, fingers massaging your jawline to coax your body to relax between his arms and you give in to the temptation going lax as he hums into your mouth in appreciation, you let him take care of you while he kisses your breath away with passion. He angles your face to deepen the kiss and his mouth explores yours like it’s his first time tasting it.

Things are never boring when he’s around, it doesn’t matter how mundane the task seems to be, he can always spice things up and kissing him easily become your favourite chore of the day after a few months of practice behind your backs. It was already impossible for you not to like him when he was walking around with miss-matched socks on his feet and wrongly buttoned-up shirts, his smile was radiating and his playful comments dropped here and there made you fall head over heels for him in no time.

You haven’t considered the possibility that your feelings could ever be reciprocated by him until he kissed you one day. You were blow-drying his hair after he took a shower, you styled his hair afterwards and aimlessly ran your hands through his hair because you liked how soft it was. The kiss was nothing more than a press of your lips together and he apologised right after he pulled away blushing furiously. You admitted quite shyly that you liked it and he can do it again if he wants to of course and after that, the rest is just history.

A smile takes over your features when you see Jeongguk chase after your lips but you shake your head. ”We can continue this after you eat your lunch. I was a little behind on my tasks today so it’s going to be a late one. You must be hungry.” You prompt him to get up but he refused to loosen his hold on your waist whilst the biggest pout that you have ever seen on mankind so far greets you. Aish, why he has to be so cute when you try to do your job for once.

”Come on bunny, the sooner you eat the sooner you can show me what you planned today.” He perks up at that and the pout is soon replaced with the previous look of excitement. Jeongguk in general is an easy soul to please, he likes anything until you willingly give it to him and his simplicity is a breath of fresh air after your previous ex-boyfriend who had high expectations on anything.

Jeongguk lets you lead him down the stairs, he waits patiently at the table while you pack two plates full of food for both of you. The faint humming from the air conditioner reminds you of the sudden rise in the temperate outside and you make a mental note to ask if he wants to have a picnic in his backyard tomorrow if the wheater stays nice like this.

”What's on your mind?” Hearing his question you stop looking out the window and focus back on the interior of the room. Jeongguk manoeuvres a forkful of food inside his mouth his eyes are aimlessly darting across the room but you know he’s listening. The sunlight that filters in between the half-drawn curtains cast a halo over his head giving his eyes a different kind of depth, you’re surprised that he even knows about your absentminded staring.

”Are you psychic or something? How did you know?” Jeongguk can only imagine how your eyes grew two sizes bigger when he called you out on your little daydreaming and his heart tightens with the amount of affection he feels for you. He traced your features with his fingers a million times before but there’s a sudden grip on his heart every time he thinks about how he can never experience what it’s like to see your smile when he makes you laugh or how you would roll your eyes if he says something stupid.

”You’re funny, but no sweetheart. You always hum when you’re deep in thought and I haven’t heard you touch your food yet. It was just a lucky guess.” You absolutely love when he calls you sweetheart so you feel yourself instantly melt in your seat after you hear his trademark breathy chuckle as you silently swoon over him and the fact that he knows your habits so well. The. Best. Boyfriend. Ever. You want to kiss him so badly but you pick up your fork instead and tell him to do the same.

You can’t say you’re not curious what he wants to show you but right now as you watch the slight curve of his upper lip as he smiles while he hops on the stairs like an actual bunny you want his mouth on yours, like, right about now more than to see what he’s so loud for. Your confusion only grows when you two are back in the art room, there’s a canvas with a cloth draped over its frame that you didn’t see before, well, not that you were looking at anything else than your boyfriend so you’re not entirely surprised.

”What’s this? And before you say it’s a painting you know that’s not what I mean.” You continue just in time to halt his snarky comment but that doesn’t take away from any of the sassiness he has in store for you. Not today though. He has better things to show you right now.

He worked on this painting for quite some time now, he traced the paint lines every other day to remember where he left off and he’s hoping that he didn’t mess up the colours because he dropped the palette one time and had to rearrange the paint marks. You customised his mixing plate, added little drawings at the edges so he can know what colour should go where it was a birthday present of yours and he almost cried how touched he was. He often traces the patterns when he’s alone and you always tease him when you see he has paint on his fingertips.

Jeongguk grabs your hand, making you sit beside him on the floor as he removes the cloth. Your eyes rake over the masterpiece in front of you as Jeongguk holds his breath not to miss your reactions.

It’s a mixture of two dominant colours, one is bright yellow and the other is orange with a tad bit of red in the middle, the colours of a sunrise with the top half being a little brighter while the bottom is painted in darker shades. Jeongguk never forms shapes or anything specific when he paints, you have seen some of his earlier creations when he did and they were stunning but now he’s simply using paint to portray his emotions. It’s more for therapeutic reasons than before when he daydreamed about becoming an artist.

”This is really beautiful Jeongguk.” The use of his first name conveys to him how serious you’re about it, it’s not Guk or bunny even though he loves the nicknames you give him. However, by using his first name to show him your sincerity you acknowledge him as an artist. He can’t argue with you because he can’t see it for himself to point out all the mistakes that are probably there, he smiles instead because now that you’re by his side he learned how to see things through your eyes and if you think it’s beautiful then it probably is.

”I painted this while I was thinking about you. I was nervous to show it to you because I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it. I can’t see it and it’s probably a mess but I wanted to give this to you.”

”Silly. Of course, I love it you’re still that talented boy, you know. Some things changed but it doesn’t mean you’re any less of an amazing artist.” You throw your arms around his form and due to the impact both of you end up on the floor with your head on his chest, he grunts under your weight but still laughs when you hold him tighter.

It’s calm for a few minutes as you listen to the upbeat rhythm of his heart while his hand combs the tangled knots out of your hair with gentle fingers. You inspect the painting from a different angle as you’re between Jeongguk’s arms and the colours seem so much brighter and livelier this way.

”Hey, Guk.” He hums when you call his name his hand stills in your hair for a moment but soon restarts his soothing motions until you raise your head from where it was resting on his chest and you look into his eyes. He looks back but it doesn’t bother you anymore that he can’t really see you.

There were hard times when you two were trying to adjust to each other’s different lifestyles. So many times when you wanted him to read your expression, to know when you’re angry without words or when you’re happy or frustrated. It wasn’t always this easy with him but you learned that you have to describe how you feel for him to understand you, he can’t rely on your facial expressions and you shouldn’t have assumed he knew what’s wrong when you didn’t tell him.

He’s very attuned to you now, he can tell from the pitch of your voice if you’re annoyed. He’s not the only one who learned to read the other like an open book. Probably because he can’t see it but he has a very expressive face, it’s easy to tell when he’s upset or something’s on his mind.

”You look very handsome right now.” Your smile stretches wider when he flares up at the sudden compliment, his ears are red too. There’s a slight sultry edge to your tone that he immediately recognises and makes him raise a brow at you. You only use that tone when you’re turned on by something he did and you want to have your ways with him. The idea of you fucking him is exciting but he’s confused about what he did to make you be in the mood.

”What is it bunny, you’re not going to say thank you?” You tease him while you manoeuvre your body to hover over his form with your palms firmly planted on both side of his face, he visibly gulps as you lower your body to straddle his tiny hips your fingers dip under his shirt to emit some kind of reaction. Jeongguk bites his lower lip before he licks over the pink flesh a poor attempt to hide how eager he is to have you on top of him.

”It’s pointless to play innocent bunny, I can already feel your hardening cock pressing to my ass.” You grind your butt against his growing erection to prove your point and he immediately moans for you. His resolve falls apart with every purposeful move against the wet spot that forms at the front of his sweats. It’s been a week since you two fucked because he was busy painting something but at that time you had no idea he’s creating something for you so diligently. His care for you is evident in every stroke of his brush on the canvas.

”Have I ever told you how much I love your reactions to my touches? You don’t know where or when I’ll touch you next and your innocent reactions make me so wet and desperate to fuck you.” Jeongguk’s eyes are firmly shut as he concentrates on your voice, he shudders when you rub his hip and move further upwards under his shirt to trace over the lines of his abs.

It’s easy to tell how your words can affect him sexually, you developed a huge liking for describing everything to him, you’re not gonna lie. It’s hot to see him so horny as you unconsciously make him imagine what you say, it’s your way of painting a picture for him. A naughty one. He likes when you go into great detail about how your pussy is wet for him or how nicely his tattooed fingers can fill you up. He likes to hear things like that as you use your dominant tone that alone is enough to arouse him while you do things to him.

”Let’s move onto a comfier setting bunny. I’ll not go easy on you today.” You get up and Jeongguk whines at the lost contact, with your body heat gone he shivers, the outline of his dick is visible under his sweatpants and you let a smirk be visible on your face. Reaching for his hand he eagerly pulls himself up from the ground with your help and follows you to his bedroom.

The room smells like his favourite fabric softener and you’re glad you changed his sheets this morning just to see him smile so adorably right now when you’re about to ruin the sheets together. He plops down onto the bed and momentarily he forgets about his growing sexual desires as he gets lost in the different scents in his room.

Once you touch his face he seems to come to this senses, you caress the apple of his cheek with your fingers and Jeongguk leans into your touch, a soft sigh slips out between his slightly parted lips.

”Let’s take your clothes off bunny.” You voice it as a suggestion but he obeys like it’s a command from the higher-ups and you almost chuckle at how needy he is as he eagerly pulls his shirt over his head and wriggles down his pants with his underwear giving the garments to you so you can set his clothes aside like you always do.

”I’m so lucky to have you. My pretty bunny.” You kiss his left thigh tentatively moving closer to his semi-hard length before changing directions to shower his firm stomach with equal attention. His body trembles beneath you, abdominal muscles tensing and relaxing under your mouth’s mission to map out his entire body and not leave any part of his gorgeous body unattended to.

Jeongguk keeps producing those breathy moans for you even though you still haven’t paid any attention to his needy cock that’s twitching with your every kiss and lick over his abs.

His tip glistens with his excitement and when he ruts his cock against your thigh for friction his breath hitches in his throat as he finally feels some form of relief. You push his hip back to lay flat on the bed, he tries to chase the feeling of your warm thigh but you don’t let him as you dig your nails into his skin making him quietly whimper into the pillow.

”Don’t worry love, I’ll touch you.” You coo at him when he keeps squirming under your body trying to rut against any part of you but you don’t let him move around, your hand is firm on his hip as you kiss the skin on his stomach.

Jeongguk’s face is angelic under the bedroom lights as he waits for your touches without a complaint, his mouth is open, panting, his tongue slips out to wet his dry lips and you surprise him with a kiss licking into his mouth pushing your clothed chest against his bare one.

”Gukie your cock is so pretty, your head is so swollen and red leaking precum so diligently for me, I can’t wait to taste you.” Your hand encloses around his base and you feel him twitch inside your hold as you smear his precum all over him, you whisper the words into his ear until his head is thrown back into the pillows. The feel of your hand on him is like he’s standing in front of the gates of heaven, he’s ready to give you everything you want. Jeongguk’s cock throbs with every stroke you deliver, more precum oozes from his slit making your up and down motions run smoothly as you built a rhythm.

His hands fist into the duvet under him as he chokes on his moans every time you circle your thumb over his sensitive tip, changing up the pace every so often to see his reactions.

The variations of his groans and higher pitched mewls directly affects you, suddenly the room is too hot while you’re still fully clothed and you’re desperate to have his hands on you, thighs rubbing together to seek some relief, your underwear is ruined the material clings to your wet folds as you please the love of your life.

”We have to build up your stamina bunny, I can’t have you cum so fast there’s still so many things I want to do to you.” You stop at the base, halting all of your movements while you grip his throbbing cock to prevent him from making a mess of the sheets too soon.

When you’re convinced he’s not going to cum if you let go, you start removing your clothes hastily, your bunny’s hips thrust into the air chasing your hand so you make quick work to get rid of your pants and underwear before you pin his hips to the bed again.

Continuing where you left off you get a hold of the base of his cock to align his member to feel the heat of your mouth centimetres apart from his sensitive tip, teasingly blowing air to see him shudder beneath you.

”Since you’re so impatient I’ll give you what you want.” As you talk your lips make contact with his cock and he trembles, his whole body is shaking with the overwhelming mix of pleasure and anticipation. Your lips part as you guide his dick into your awaiting mouth swirling your tongue over the prominent vein on the underside of his cock when you take his length as much of it as your throat can handle to fit inside.

You inhale deeply through your nose before you swallow around him, staying in position for a few seconds to get accustomed to his size, feeling his member twitch inside your warm mouth what spurs you on to start bobbing your head at an agonisingly slow pace before you eventually speed up, you surprise him with either a hard suck or a slow lick as you let his hips buck into your mouth a few times before you dig your nails into his hipbone as a warning.

You deny him his sweet release for the second time today when you slow down once he’s near his end.

The temperature of the room risen significantly making both of your bodies sticky with sweat. Admiring his sharp jawline and adam’s apple as it bobs while he swallows hard is a sight you can never get tired of seeing.

Jeongguk’s eyes are heavily lidded as he collects himself waiting for his breath to even out before you speak up. His head clears a little as you let him rest after another ruined orgasm.

”Are ok to continue? It’s alright if you don’t want to.” You brush a few strands of hair behind his ears kissing his forehead to help him calm down, his cock is still hard begging for release as it rests against his stomach, balls full of cum but you don’t want to assume.

”No, I’m fine. I want to continue.”

You want him to be one hundred percent comfortable with the things you two try out even if it was his personal suggestion.

”You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you.” Pecking his lips sweetly to add emphasis to your words seem to work wonders as Jeongguk smiles. The heavy fog lifts almost entirely off his mind as his eyes open fully to bless you with his dark brown orbs full of love and adoration for you.

The tight hold he has on the bedsheets loosens when he cups your cheeks instead rolling his thumb to caress your face, pulling you down to share a passionate but slow kiss with teeth and tongue.

You moan into his mouth when he accidentally brushes a strong thigh up between your legs close to your centre Jeongguk feels the wetness between your thighs and swallows every noise you let out as he pushes his leg upwards parting yours gently in the process.

”Sweetheart, you’re so wet. I can feel it. Is this all for me?” Jeongguk is in awe as you moan his name, such a small contact can make you lose all kind of carefully obtained restraint you showed during the time you were pleasuring him.

You put his needs above yours and if it’s possible at all he feels even more in love with you knowing how much you care about him, he wants to return the favour even though his cock is so hard from all of your teasings and edging.

He wants to feel your tight pussy around him so bad it hurts but he shouldn't be greedy with you. You deserve to be treated like a queen and he’ll worship you as one.

Jeongguk has a lot of things he needs to learn about you but he’ll gladly start with learning about your body first. He had you before and having sex with you is always an addicting experience.

”All-uh-for you.” You nod absentmindedly, burying your face into the crook of his neck you let his hand travel down from your shoulders to the dip between your legs, he separates your slick folds with two of his fingers using his middle to run it through your centre rubbing your clit before he tests your opening. His finger slides in easily aided by your wetness. Your walls immediately squeeze the digit resided inside, eager to be filled with something after being left untouched for so long. Jeongguk feels how you suck his finger in so willingly, your warm and tight muscles are so needy for his cock.

”Jeong-guk.” It’s hard for you to form a coherent sentence when he lines up his second finger to fill you up. Your back arches when he finds your sensitive bundle of nerves making scissoring motions to stretch your walls your eyes open to watch him lazily finger fuck you with his tattooed hand glistening with your essence, you moan his name finding leverage as you place your hands on his chest. ”Gukie, fuck. Hmm, go a little faster.”

Jeongguk obligates, eager to please you. Picking up his pace, he thrusts his fingers inside your soaked pussy with practice curling the digits to hear more of those sweet sounds you make for him. With his heightened hearing he can easily recognise the patterns your body make subconsciously he picks up on your shallow breathing as you get closer to cumming and how your cunt squelches around his fingers. He can hear everything.

You never let him taste you before even though you give him head all the time and suddenly he feels a burning need to taste you on his tongue, he has no doubt that you’ll be a delicious treat. Since Jeongguk is sensitive to smells and tastes you refrained from making him go down on you, not sure if he would like the texture or taste.

”Sweetheart, can I try something?” Jeongguk’s fingers still inside you as he asks for your permission unsure if you would even like the idea he’s proposing. Your desire to orgasm fades quickly as you hear the vulnerability in his voice like he’s afraid you will think he’s some kind of weirdo for saying that. You’re quick to console him kissing his chest above his heart to say without words that it’s ok for him to tell you what’s on his mind.

”I want you to sit on my face.” Your eyes widen in surprise once the shy request leaves his lips soon after he nibbles on his bottom lip waiting for you to say something. You kiss him on the lips as both of you sit up on the bed holding his body close you contemplate if you should accept it or not.

It would be a lie if you said you don’t want to try it with him. But the fear of what if he’s not going to like it still lingers in your mind.

”Are you sure?” It’s your time to ask the question as you knock your foreheads together affectionately.

”Yes I’m sure, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” His firm reply soothes your nerves about the topic and you decide to be honest about why you’re so hesitant to let him.

These things are still fairly new for him and you don’t want him to do something he wouldn’t enjoy and eventually ruin his good experience with sex. It doesn’t matter if he won’t eat you out because you know he loves you and deeply cares for you and that’s what really matters in the end.

”I want you too but I have to warn you that you might not like it. Every female has a different taste and I know you’re sensitive to these things so I don’t want to force you just because it would feel good for me.”

Jeongguk lets your words sink in, realising that you look out for him even now when you could easily tell him to do anything and he would do it. But you don’t tell him, you say the word ’force’ even though he was the one to propose the idea to you.

He understands where you’re coming from though. It’s true that he’s more sensitive to strong smells than others but he never once thought you smell bad rather he thinks you always smell divine and it’s not just about your fruity perfume you apply every morning.

Your natural scent is good too even when you’re a little sweaty and roughen up after you’re done with cleaning his house.

He could smell your arousal when you two first had sex it took him a while until he identified the source of the heavy scent but he never thought of you as someone repulsive. It’s only natural so why he shouldn’t accept the way you are when you accept him as he is.

”You never know until you try, sweetheart.” Jeongguk wants to be the one to make all of your insecurities disappear and he’s determined to make you feel good his smile grows because now he knows it’s not him you doubt but yourself and he can’t let you do that.

”If I lick my fingers clean will you let me go down on you?” Ready to prove you wrong, right after he said that his fingers are lifted to his mouth to lick your juices off his hand, the sinful sight alone makes you weak on your knees.

His mouth sucks on each tattooed digit making sure to slurp up everything to prove his point, a new gush of arousal oozes out of your hole when you see it on him he genuinely doesn’t mind how you taste.

You kiss him fervently as the last digit is thoroughly cleaned pushing your tongue into his mouth you get even more turned on by the fact that you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Almost dismissing his request because eating you out would mean you have to wait longer and you want to have his cock now especially after the show he put up to win your approval, but like if he could sense your impatience he helped you to position yourself above the pillows.

He slowly starts to part your legs exposing your centre to the cold air as he positions himself to be directly in front of your sex inhaling your intoxicating scent. ”Tell me how to make you feel good.”

Jeongguk kisses the apex of your thigh, keeping your legs open with his firm grip on your inner thighs as he waits for further instructions. It feels like you’re suddenly in the middle of every girl’s wet dream, having him between your legs waiting for you to tell him what to do is already enough to make you soak the sheets under you.

”It’s similar to when you use your fingers bunny. Just use the tip of your tongue to tease my clit, you can lick and suck gently but I’ll like everything you’re willing to do.”

Your vision gets blurry once he uses your tips to make you feel good, he hums in acknowledgement before he parts your folds with his tongue finding your clit easily as he uses the tip of his tongue to circle it around your sensitive nub.

You try to stay still as he explores you but it’s hard to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face when he makes you feel so fucking good. He learns fast what you like and doesn’t like as he keeps repeating the things that get the best reactions out of you.

”Your mouth feels so good bunny.” The praise ignites a sense of pride inside his chest as your moans fill his head, your scent surrounds him like a warm blanket as he laps up your essence there’s an especially high pitched keen moan when his nose nudges your clit and he does it again with purpose this time, he licks your opening clean making his tongue flat against your sensitive cunt to gather your juices in his mouth.

It’s been a while since anyone ate you out and his eagerness to learn and please you can be considered a huge part of why you feel your high approaching faster than ever.

”I’m going to cum if you keep doing that, fuck. Don’t stop.” Jeongguk feels your hand in his hair tugging at his strands as he flicks his tongue over your abused clit pink and swollen from the constant ministrations you let him know between breathy pants of his name that he’s doing such a good job. ”Use your hand bunny I’m so close. Unless you want me to finish while you have your mouth on me? You d-don’t have to.”

Your boyfriend seems determined however as he doubles his efforts devouring your throbbing pussy until there’s not a sense that’s not filled with you, your cum feels sweet on his tongue as he keeps licking your centre not letting any drop go to waste, your hand keeps grabbing his hair pulling him closer.

His dick is incredibly hard from all the foreplay, he’s panting when he finally comes up from between your legs and you lick your lips at the sight. His hair is dishevelled from your restless tugs lips glistening with your cum and rosy red from his constant work to get you to reach your high even though you denied him his two times before this.

Letting him eat you out was not part of your plan but you don’t mind it at all if this sight will greet you every time.

”You good?” You use your discarded shirt to clean his face up, his chin and lips are soaked by your arousal but he doesn’t seem to mind and a content sigh is enough to ease all of your worries when he nuzzles his face into your neck, he looks up at you dreamily fingers massaging the nape of your neck he lazily captures your lips between his teeth to playfully tug on the flesh.

”We should do this more often sweetheart, you’re absolutely delicious.” A confident smirk paired up with the way he licks his lips knowing that you watch him while he pants beneath your form is sinful. You only get a glimpse of his dominant side for mere seconds before you turn your full attention to give his cock his well deserved release.

It’s not even a full five minute after your mind-blowing orgasm but you’re already dying to feel him inside.

”I don’t know, you seem kind of tired bunny. Should we stop right now?” You straddle his hips sliding lower to have him feel how your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. Judging by the way his body shudders under your body’s weight the answer is going to be anything but no. Your mixed arousal makes it easy for you to slide up and down his shaft eliciting more soft groans from his throat as he finally got to feel you against him.

You teased him enough for one day considering how tight his balls seem to feel against your ass but it’s tempting to continue just a little more, you bite down on his collarbone kissing and nipping on his shoulder where it meets his neck marking his skin up with gentle sucks on his pulse point.

”If you don’t answer I’ll take that as a yes.” You release his tender flesh from between your lips and search for his eyes, every time you move your hips to grind down on him his tip catches the hood of your clit each time earning a groan from you.

”Fuck, no please don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jeongguk’s hands find both sides of your waist urgently pulling you across his lap to make you move faster and harder, he’s desperate to finally find his release since he has been hard for so long. It’s a wet mess between your legs but you don’t mind how your mixed excitement stains the bedsheets, tattooed fingers dig into your skin as his cock slides up and down between your pussy lips with ease.

”Where do you want to cum bunny? I’ll give you everything you want.” You affectionately run your hands through his damp hair, moving your hips in tandem with his needy thrusts.

You have one or two suggestion in mind that you’re more than willing to share with him. ”I’ll do whatever you want but personally speaking I would love to be filled up.”

”S-sweetheart, I don’t think I c-can last long. I want to fuck you properly but I want to cum so b-bad.”

You chuckle lightly at how torn he’s between his options and you decide to make it easier for him as you guide his cock to your opening.

Your walls throb around him when he finally fills you up to the brim, you go slow at first not to trigger his orgasm too soon but you eventually pick up your pace as you ride him. His cock is so sensitive at this point that he feels his high approach almost immediately as you ride him harder.

Jeongguk feels your walls pulsate around him lost in the way you seem to be made for his cock and your moans that calls his name out every so often as he hits the best spots inside you.

He’s incredibly close to cumming but he knows you need more stimulation to reach your high so he flips you over, your back meets with the cold sheets as he effortlessly turns positions he doesn’t need to pull out to have you under him, his hips thrust into you frantically the new angle feels more intense as Jeongguk hovers over your body.

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maple, bonfire, cinnamon

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

Practically - sewing. I have shit eyesight and zero hand-eye coordination but still the fact I can't sew at all is just embarassing, it would save so much money and so many basically-fine pieces of clothing.

Hobby-wise - so so so very many but lets go with rock climbing. I actually did it as a kid and remember having the time of my life in the bits where I wasn't sure I was going to die (but really anything involving fitness and being physically impressive and getting out and meeting strangers, tbh).

bonfire - describe your dream house.

Like, infinite budget unconstrained by reality? Honestly probably a penthouse suite above one of those grand old hotels. Like to be incredibly cringe the whole super romanticized aesthetic of The Grand Budapest Hotel or A Gentleman in Moscow (or hell, Stuart Little)? Just absolute catnip for me. (Being within walking distance of a major urban center and having easy access to a world-class library also essential)

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

...'as close to the present as is allowed by whatever genie I've apparently offended' probably isn't an acceptable answer, is it? :P

But no, late '60s, probably. Indulge in my nostalgia for modernity and a sense of the future but also still have indoor plumbing and penicillin and mainstream ideologies re: race/gender/religion/etc that aren't just evil.

#reply #wearethekat #autumnal ask meme #probably tmi

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heyitssmiller · 4 years ago

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Clandestine: Chapter Eight

Ready for more angst?

@lumosinlove you’re my hero <3

So much thanks to my partner in angst, @donttouchmycarrots

CW: mentions of violence, blood, panic attack

Clandestine Masterlist

Logan paced the width of the hotel room; back and forth, back and forth, like a tiger cooped up in a too-small enclosure. Leo sat on Finn’s side of the bed and traced shapes into the plain white duvet, imagining that he was following the same path Finn’s fingers had taken just the day before.

Finn.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and looked up at Logan. Back and forth, back and forth. Sirius and Loops hadn’t been in contact for about thirty minutes now. They’d been trying to get a location on Finn via the tracker he’d had in his com earpiece. Well they’d found the earpiece, but it must’ve been thrown out the car window because the trail ended on the side of the street with a tracker that had been smashed almost past recognition. Leo was strangely relieved about it. It was better than the alternative that his brain had been all too quick to jump to.

They got a license plate number from one of the stoplight cameras, though, so they were running that through the system and hoping they’d get a hit. Seeing that it was the Snakes and that they had so much control over everything that happened in the city, Leo thought their chances were pretty slim.

Back and forth, back and forth.

“Lo.”

There was no indication that Logan had even heard him.

“Logan.”

Still no response.

Leo rose to his feet and crossed the small room to catch Logan’s arm, finally putting a stop to the relentless pacing. Blank green eyes finally met his and Leo sighed, aching at the sight. “Sweetheart,” he murmured sadly, pulling the fighter into a hug. He was tense for a while, not moving to return the embrace and just breathing shakily through his nose.

“Talk to me.” Leo urged simply, unsure of what else to say. This wasn’t ok, he couldn’t pretend like it was. And he knew this conversation was going to be hard – god, he was barely keeping it together himself – but they still needed to have it. There was no point running from it. The only thing left to do was to face the daunting cliff they were careening towards and jump.

“We missed our chance.” Logan whispered, voice breaking towards the end as he pressed his forehead against Leo’s collarbone and leaned heavily against him. He felt small and useless and helpless as he squeezed his eyes shut. We were supposed to talk to him tomorrow and now he’s not here.

Leo’s cheek came to rest on the crown of his head as a sad noise escaped from his lips. “You don’t know that.”

But they both knew it wasn’t looking good.

“This is exactly why I wanted a transfer.”

Logan realized his mistake a millisecond too late. Leo stiffened, then pulled away to look at him. “What are you talking about?” When he didn’t answer, Leo tilted his chin up to meet his eyes. “What do you mean, transfer?”

He jerked his chin away and refused to look into baby blue eyes. “It was a while back, don’t worry about it.”

“Logan.”

“What do you want me to say?” Logan demanded, his white-knuckled grip on his emotions quickly giving out. “My purpose on this mission was supposed to be backup if needed, but they hired me mainly to make sure the mission got done, even if things got messy. And once… once feelings entered the picture, how was I supposed to focus on the mission instead of on keeping the two of you safe? If it came down to it, choosing between the two of you and this op would be too easy to do. I knew it was putting the mission at risk so I asked for a transfer, but we didn’t have any other agents available.” He ran a hand through his hair roughly, breathing in shakily. “And now I’m living in one of my own fucking nightmares because this is on me.”

And if that wasn’t a knife in Leo’s chest. Logan deflated before his eyes, head hanging low, the picture of a man utterly defeated. “Finn’s gone and it’s all on me.”

The knife twisted cruelly.

“It’s not-”

“Bullshit,” Logan spat as he shoved Leo away. “Don’t even finish that sentence. I knew something was wrong, I knew it-”

Leo grabbed his hands firmly and pulled them against his chest, keeping him from moving farther away. “And I was the one who told you that you were worrying too much. If we’re going to be playing the blame game, you’re not shouldering it alone.” His eyes and nose were all red now, and Logan could feel the stutter in his breathing. “Sometimes it’s ok to not be ok, Tremz.”

“Peanut-” Logan watched as tears spilled over and down Leo’s cheeks, his lower lip trembling. He’d never seen the blond cry before and, oh, he hated it. His fingers twitched to reach for him, but he couldn’t help but hesitate. No matter how many times he’d managed to be gentle with Leo, Logan still wasn’t accustomed to it – he was used to callouses from training too long with a weapon, to split, bloody knuckles after a fight, to using those hands to hurt.

He never wanted to hurt the one standing in front of him.

“Come here,” he mumbled finally and reached up to wipe away a tear ever-so-gently, keeping the pressure feather-light against the delicate arch of his cheekbone. “Leo-”

Leo exhaled sharply as he collided with Logan, and it seemed like his entire body was shaking. Logan held him close, backed them up so that they were beside the bed and sat down heavily, guiding Leo down with him as his own eyesight got blurry. His hand came to rest in fluffy blond curls as they sat there and held each other and allowed themselves to ache.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, all he knew was that he practically catapulted himself across the room when his phone started ringing.

“Loops?” He demanded as soon as he picked up, putting the phone on speaker and returning to his spot next to Leo, who ran the coarse material of his sweatshirt sleeve against his cheeks and sniffled. Logan held the phone in one hand and used the other to tug Leo closer. They both needed the contact.

“The license plate was a bust,” Loops cut to the chase, words firm but gentle. “Luckily for us, though, we’ve got an ex-Snake on our side.”

Sirius’ voice reached them next. “I've narrowed it down to three possible locations where they could be keeping Finn.”

Logan didn’t hesitate. “So we send agents to all of them, plan a coordinated attack.”

“Tremblay, the mission-”

“Fuck the mission. And fuck the Snakes. This is Finn.” He snarled, pulling up short when he heard a sharp inhale beside him. He looked over at Leo, then down to the hand he was gripping way too hard. He dropped Leo’s hand in an instant, guiltily retracting his own to rest in his lap with a wince.

So much for being gentle.

Shit.

Delicate, nimble fingers traced along the tendons stretching across the back of Logan’s clenched fist and uncurled his hand. He watched as those same fingers laced their way between his and squeezed back just as hard as he had earlier – a strong, steady lifeline that Logan desperately grabbed hold of and clung to for dear life.

He barely listened as Loops started talking about how they needed to be careful and think this through – which was true, he knew that. But a big part of him simply didn’t care. He was done sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something to go wrong. Maybe it was time to be a little reckless. This seemed like a high risk, high reward situation if Logan had ever seen one.

“We’re going to get some analysts in and figure out what our next move is going to be.” Remus said seriously. “That doesn’t mean we’re sitting back and doing nothing, we just need to be smart about this. We’re not leaving him there. I promise.”

“His brother,” Leo whispered, his grip tightening. “Finn said he had a brother who’s a spy down in Florida. Has anyone contacted him yet?”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“He deserves to know.” Logan swallowed thickly, another crack forming in his heart. “If it was one of my sisters, I’d want to know.”

“We’ll call him.” Sirius vowed solemnly. Of all people, he was sure to understand that. “You two need to try and get some rest. We’ll be in contact tomorrow.”

Logan just barely held back a snort. Rest. That wasn’t going to be happening any time soon. He just knew he was going to be spending the night staring at the ceiling, all too aware of the glaringly empty space beside him.

God, Finn.

Leo moved suddenly to pull his hand away, startling Logan out of his thoughts and making him hold on that much harder, an instinctive action. For an irrational split-second he was convinced Leo was leaving him, too. Something written on his face must’ve given him away because Leo’s eyes softened and he scooted closer, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed against Logan’s skin, staying close. Logan let his eyes close and breathed him in, free hand fisting in the material of his sweatshirt and pulling him impossibly closer. A car alarm started blaring in the parking lot outside, but neither of them moved. Logan didn’t even flinch at the abruptness of the sound. All he could think about was Finn, god knows where, alone. Without them.

They were a package deal. You weren’t supposed to have one without the other two.

But now one was gone and in danger and Logan was livid. At himself, at this situation, at this damn job.

He needed to fix this.

***

Remus sifted through another digital file, unsure what exactly he was looking for but pushing on nonetheless. Eventually, if he read enough, he’d find something useful. Being so far away from the action was frustrating – an uncomfortable itch under Remus’ skin. All he wanted to do was help, to rectify the situation that had turned south before he could even recognize that there was a problem. His nonchalance, his negligence had cost them an agent and a friend. There had to be something in those files somewhere.

“You need to get some sleep.” The familiar voice of his roommate said, forcing Remus to take his eyes off the laptop and squint up at him, his eyes taking a while to adjust from the screen. Sirius was in his pajamas, which made Remus frown. What time was it, exactly?

“It’s late.” Sirius answered his unspoken question, a hint of a smile gracing his face. “And you need to sleep.”

“I need to research-”

Sirius was at the table in an instant, closing the laptop firmly. “You’re of no use to them when you’re so tired you can’t think straight.”

Remus glared up at him, but he really couldn’t keep it up for long. He looked back down at the table and his tea, which was long cold, pigment settling to the bottom of the mug. He was exhausted. “Ok. Sleep.”

There was a soft look on Sirius’ face, warm and open and affectionate. Remus wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Sure, he had his suspicions about how the ex-Snake felt for him, but taking that next step was still daunting. There was still a lot stacked against them and no matter how much Remus wanted him – or how much Sirius wanted him back – it would still complicate things. Even then, he was tempted to just throw caution to the wind and say fuck it.

Some things were worth the complications.

“Sleep.” Sirius reiterated with a quiet laugh, then he gestured with his hand that he was keeping his eyes on Remus before disappearing into the bathroom. Remus smiled and shook his head fondly, taking his cup of cold tea and dumping it in the sink. He was living with a secret dork. He… didn’t hate the thought as much as he would have a few months ago.

After placing the mug in the dishwasher, Remus started his nightly routine – checking the locks on the front door, closing all the blinds, turning off the lights. He was walking down the hall towards his room when a head suddenly poked out around the doorframe to the bathroom, making Remus jump. Sirius stood there, toothbrush in his mouth, giving him an approving look.

There was no hiding the smile on Remus’ face. “Yes, yes, I’m going to bed. You don’t have to supervise me.”

Sirius’ next words were garbled by the toothbrush in his mouth, but the rough translation Remus got was “just checking”. That was the only translation that made sense, anyways. He continued his path to the bedroom and got ready to sleep, changing into a threadbare t-shirt and brushing his teeth before turning the light off and crawling into bed with a weary sigh.

Tomorrow. He’d start formulating a plan to get Finn out of the mess he was in tomorrow.

Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Sirius was standing in the doorway, looking almost hesitant.

“Just making sure you didn’t smuggle your laptop in here.”

There was a smile in Remus’ voice – even he could hear it. “I told you I was going to bed, and I am. You should, too.”

“Noted.” There was a pause, heavy with words unsaid and sentiments kept hidden in the recesses of their minds. Remus could just barely see him in the darkness – he was mostly just a dark silhouette, stark against the light from the hallway. Remus shouldn’t be doing this. And yet-

“Sirius.”

“Hmm?” He questioned, stopping in his motion of closing the bedroom door.

Remus only let himself hesitate a split-second. “Stay?” he blurted, ridiculously grateful for the cover of darkness so that Sirius didn’t witness his grimace. “I just mean – that couch can’t be comfy to sleep on. And… and I’m not sure I want to be alone right now.”

Even though he couldn’t see him, he could sense Sirius’ smile. “Sure.” He left for just a few seconds to turn off the hallway light, then returned without even stumbling once.

“Do you have night vision or something?” Remus snarked, shifting over on the bed to make room. The bed dipped and then Sirius was settling in next to him, radiating more warmth already than the heating system in the apartment. Remus refrained from moving in closer, but it was a close thing.

“Snuck into my brother’s bedroom all the time when I was a kid.” He mused, pulling the blankets up a little higher as he got comfortable. “Got pretty good at maneuvering around in the dark.”

Remus couldn’t help but smile at that. “Me too.”

They went quiet after that, Sirius’ breathing slow and even, a metronome keeping the time as they both tried to sleep. Remus really did try but he couldn’t seem to turn his brain off, constantly aware of just who was in his bed right that second. He sucked in a determined breath, then rolled onto his side to face his roommate.

“Sirius.”

“Hmm?” Sirius repeated, quieter this time. Even this close he still couldn’t see much, only what the not-quite full moon illuminated for him – a strong jaw, the slope of his nose, the glint to his dark hair. It would be so easy to just close the distance between them and kiss him. He wanted to.

On top of that, he was pretty sure Sirius wanted him to.

He’d always thought getting here would be complicated and confusing and require so much talking. Well, they were here now and they didn’t really have to say a word, which surprised Remus. But there was this… charge between them, polar and magnetic, that pushed the two together as naturally and easily as taking their next breaths. At this point it felt almost inevitable, no longer worth fighting against Remus’ better judgement.

He tasted like the toothpaste Remus always bought. The cheap, off-brand one he’d used as a kid and just kept on using as he grew up. Remus wasn’t sure he could ever use that toothpaste without thinking of him now, him and the way he tangled their legs together and ran his tongue across the seam of Remus’ lips, urging them open. Remus hummed against his lips and kissed him back; the only thought going through his head was finally.

Sirius threw a leg across Remus’ to straddle his hips and then moved to balance over him, a looming, faceless shadow in the dark.

And Remus froze, the feeling of being caged-in catapulting him back all those years ago to the floor of an otherwise empty warehouse, a fierce hand on his shoulder pulling and pulling and pulling-

“You good?” Sirius breathed, pressing a quick, careful kiss to the hinge of his jaw, nose brushing against his cheek as he leaned back to look at Remus. The soft, concerned way he said it brought Remus back to reality quickly.

He was ok. This was ok.

“Mmhmm.” Remus pulled Sirius closer by the hips, greedy for the contact, the knowledge that he wasn’t alone in some dimly-lit warehouse. There were cool sheets underneath him, the sound of his ancient heating system rattling away as it worked, and the taste of toothpaste in his mouth. The figure hovering over him was smaller, more compact. The eyes that gleamed in the dark were gray, not dark and feral. The hand gripping his shoulder wasn’t intended to hurt but to anchor, to soothe. He sighed into their next kiss and finally let himself relax against the pillows, safe in Sirius’ arms – a sentence he never thought he’d say, but he sure was grateful for evolving circumstances.

***

They were taking a break from bashing Finn’s face in, apparently.

He warily watched the two Snakes that entered the room, eyesight hindered by one swollen, puffy eyelid. They didn’t approach him, though, instead choosing to stand between him and the open door – a clear attempt at reminding Finn just who was in control of this situation.

He couldn’t help but smile sarcastically. If they had to use subliminal messages to come across as intimidating, they were getting desperate.

And Finn wasn’t cracking.

He was morbidly curious to see what they had in mind.

He leaned back against the wall and regarded them, feigning uninterest. “What’s on the agenda for this meeting, boys?”

Two identical glares were shot his way. Finn shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankle while holding back a wince. “I’d like a printed-out itinerary, when you get a chance.”

“We just want to talk.”

Finn snorted. “That’s worked really well so far.”

“We’ve got some incentive for you this time.”

“Ooh, that sounds interesting.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Is this a guessing game? Because I’ve definitely got a few ideas brewing that would be great incentive: a large meat lovers pizza – extra cheese, please – oh, or a TV! It gets terribly boring when you leave me here all by my lonesome. A book would also be adequate.”

The two looked at each other. The shorter one on the right looked exhausted, and – to quote one Leo Knut, bless his heart. Finn grinned. He could practically hear the phrase in a sarcastic, too-sweet drawl. Apparently it didn’t always mean what most people thought it meant in the south.

As if they could read his mind the tired-one said, “Your partners. The ones that came barging into the restaurant and caused quite the scene.”

Of course they did, those dumbasses. Finn just knew Logan had been leading the charge; he was too hot-headed for his own good.

“They’re long gone by now,” he bluffed, although he knew better. They were still camped out in that hotel room, plotting. He was sure of it. He ached a little at the thought – a nauseating combination of worry and homesickness and knowing that they were hurting because of him and his inability to recognize that he’d been drugged, for god’s sake. Some agent he was. “So good luck finding them.”

“Really? That’s interesting,” The taller of the two crossed his arms over his chest. “Our sources tell us they’re still in the city.”

Tired-Snake pulled a picture out of the folder in his hand and handed it over to Finn. A blond and a brunet, pressed as close together as they possibly could and looking down at the same phone screen in a small hotel room. A hotel room he was all too familiar with, seeing that he was just there earlier that day. He could see his dress shoes in the exact same place he’d kicked them off after the gala, one still on its side. Finn wanted to see his partners again more than anything, but not like this – used like bargaining chips to get him to talk.

He could use this, though, if he played his cards right. So he let his eyes widen and over-exaggerated the trembling of his hand as he held onto the picture too tight. The fear was real – he didn’t have to act too hard this time. The words he said, however…

“I don’t know what you want me to say. They were backup, that’s all.” Technically not all a lie, but definitely not truthful either. “I was supposed to go in, gather as much intel as I could, and get out. That’s it. What else would I have been doing in a public place like that?”

The Snakes looked at each other, then back at Finn. They were at this strange impasse – they didn’t know that Gryffindor was going after the flash drives, and Finn wasn’t supposed to know about the flash drives in the first place. Neither of them could bring them up without revealing how much they knew.

“What were you going to use the intel for?” Tired-one asked finally. “What are you planning?”

“You expect me to know? I’m just a field agent. I get the intel, then immediately hand it over to the analysts and let them do their thing. I’m at the bottom of the food chain, dudes. I don’t know shit. Just-” he hesitated for longer than he needed to, reeling the Snakes in with his performance – the battle of conflicting emotions on his face, the nervous tapping of his foot, the way he bit his lip and winced when he remembered that it was already split. “Just leave them alone, ok? They don’t know any more than I do about all this.”

The taller Snake grabbed the picture from him, watching Finn hesitate to give it back. “Cooperate, and that won’t be an issue.”

As soon as the door closed behind them, Finn relaxed his control over his expressions and glared like he’d been wanting to for so long. Because really. How dare they threaten his boys.

They should’ve known that would only give him more incentive to throw them as far off the trail as he possibly could.

***

Logan wasn’t sleeping, but that didn’t change the fact that he nearly jumped out of his skin when Leo sat bolt upright in bed with a sudden gasp.

“Nutty, what the hell-”

“I just thought of something.” He rushed to say, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use. He threw the sheets off, scrambled out of bed, and let all the cold air in as he turned the light on and hurried to the tiny hotel closet. Logan glared after him, grabbing the duvet and tucking it up around his chin again.

“What’s up?” He watched Leo hesitate at what he came across in the closet – a dark suit haphazardly thrown on a hanger, tie hanging from the hook. The tiniest of reminders of who used to be there with them – who should still be there with them. The blond took a deep breath and moved it aside, reaching for his own gray suit and digging around in the pockets for something. Logan sat up as he watched, brow furrowing. “Nutty?”

“Regulus slipped me his number at that party.” Leo explained, finally finding what he was looking for and pulling out a small business card. “Why didn’t I think of this earlier? If he knows anything, maybe he’ll tell us.”

Logan sighed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to tamp down the hope threatening to well up. “If they’re not keeping tabs on who he’s calling and messaging, what he’s saying.”

“He’s high up – why would they doubt him?”

“Because he’s got a brother who got out.”

“He thought Sirius was dead.” Leo pointed out, flopping back onto the bed and grabbing his phone from where it was plugged in on the nightstand. “So why wouldn’t the rest of the Snakes?” The glow from the screen illuminated a look of such blind optimism that probably hurt Logan more than it should have. Because one of these days, Leo would only be disappointed.

“He’s on our side, according to Sirius.” Leo continued as he tapped out a message. “I think he’ll help.”

Logan figured it was worth a shot. They were running low on options and he was willing to try just about anything if it meant getting Finn back. He rolled onto his stomach and peered over Leo’s shoulder at the screen right as he hit send.

Regulus looked down at his phone as it buzzed, seeing a text from an unknown number.

Is he ok?

He let out a long-suffering sigh, puffing out his cheeks as he did so. He’d only given this number to one person recently and that was quickly proving to be a mistake. They were going to do something stupid, weren’t they? And that put him in a very uncomfortable spot. Did he help them and risk getting caught, or did he let them try some half-assed plan on their own – because they would, he had no doubts about that – and risk never being able to get out of here?

Both options were unappealing.

“Everything ok?” Finn questioned around a bite of the food Regulus had smuggled in for him, quickly bringing Regulus out of his thoughts.

Well I’m currently debating on helping your boyfriends bust you out of here. Does that count as ok?

“None of your business.” He said instead, not sparing Finn another glance. If Finn had any idea what was going on, he’d try to put a stop to it. Regulus knew the type – self-sacrificing idiots. He’d rather sit there and get beaten to a pulp than put the other two in danger. Best to save him the extra stress and just not say anything.

Plus, this could be his chance to get out too. Instead of trying to get out on his own and then having no safe connections outside the Snakes besides his brother, he’d have a group to travel with. Safety in numbers, and all that. People who actually knew where they were going and who would watch his back. They would owe him after this, and that meant a leg up. It meant a safety net.

Regulus unlocked his phone again and started typing.

Listen carefully.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #coops #sirius black #remus lupin #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #clandestine #cw: violence #cw: blood #cw: panic attack

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 3 years ago

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Soulmate gift

“C’mon pretty, birdie, just a small touch to see if you're worth any effort.” Dabi gives Hawks a sharp grin as he slowly removes the gloves the Hero has on. He won’t actually do it. Would never touch him and wait for that zig everyone speaks about.

He’s teasing the bird, blue eyes lit up with mirth. Just a bit of amusement colors Dabi’s voice as he teases Hawks. The idea really is laughable. Personally, he finds the idea of having a Soulmate hilarious. He doesn't have a soulmate or have time to waste finding one if he wants to achieve his own goals. The black haired Villain merely enjoys teasing the Hero like any other young adult their age would. Hawks flirts right back with Dabi which, once he got the idea that Hawks was about as serious as he was about it, was fine. The suggestions Hawks has, make a tumble in the sheets with him sound almost worth it. Keigo’s breath hitches and Dabi smirks up at him, glove about halfway off.

It’s mostly just fun to fuck with Hawks’ head and tease his exposed wrist while he makes up what they would do if they were. He won’t actually touch the Celebrity Hero. The possibility of them actually being soulmates, however slim, is not a chance Dabi is actually willing to take. Not with Hawks, not with anyone, ever. Having someone in his head, knowing what he’s feeling sounds like a nightmare to him. Most romantics don’t think about how easy it is to manipulate someone. When you know what causes someone to be scared or fearful, then what will make them forgive you. Again and again. Dabi’s seen enough soulmate stories to last his entire lifetime and from the way Hawks talks about his parents, he’s not the only one. He’s jolted back to the present when Hawks calls his bluff.

Hawks smirk has Dabi’s teasing expression falling, his half lidded eyes widening as Hawks firmly grasps his wrist. Right on the scar line pulling his glove the rest of the way off with his teeth. Golden eyes narrowed, burning bright with challenge as Dabi started to pull at Keigo’s grip. He was just teasing. There’s no need for this, it was a joke, he doesn't want to actually test it! Hawks was like him, never in a relationship and avoided touching coworkers. The Hero’s hand fluttered next to his before slotting their hands together. Dabi’s heart stops as he glances between their hands and Hawks face with panic. The grip was too firm to escape as his chest refused to expand again.

Hawks' brain flooded with Dabi’s overwhelming emotions. Pure fear, crashing through the bond to him. Strong and overwhelming as it barrels into him. Keigo is lost an overwhelming grip of panic and horror. Dabi yanked his hand back harshly, the determination to be free of Hawks hitting him like a sledgehammer to his heart as Dabi’s staples nearly pulled free from his skin.

Dabi tried to force his still chest to move, to breathe with his hand cradled close to his chest. Frozen and watching Hawks. Hawks is still in shock when he gathers himself enough to dive for the fire escape off their fucking roof. He doesn't give himself time to brace himself mentally as he throws himself into action, coat swirling and flapping behind him. He hears Hawks yell for him to wait over the rushing in his ears, or maybe it's felt instead through their new bond. The strong pull and glimmers of other emotions as he struggles to figure out how to slam the bond shut. Surprise loud and clear, the bond saturated in happiness and affection. Amusement and enough determination to make Dabi’s blood run cold. “You don’t understand Touya, I can’t leave him. You can’t feel how determined he is like I can. How much he wants to make this work and how much he wants to do better.” His mother tells him softly with a bruised face and arms.

The thought of what Hawks might glean from Dabi’s emotions pushes him to throw himself down the rickety stairs. Hitting pavement and pushing his fragile body faster. He finally manages to close the bond, feeling Hawks on the other end. It feels like the Hero knocking on a door Dabi forced closed. He presses himself against a wall as he sees the shadow of Hawks flying above, looking for him. Texting Kurogiri his coordinates as his chest heaves and he coughs with the painful rush of breathing fresh air too fast. He regrets wanting to tell that joke, he shouldn’t have been flirting with Hawks at all. He can’t even enjoy a decent fuck with a hot spy of Hero. Closing the bond won’t work forever, it’s going to snap open at some point when he’s too weak to fight the side effects.

His spiraling thoughts are broken by Kuroguri opening a portal directly next to him. He hastily steps through, the sound of Hawks calling for him following Dabi. Every nickname he had ever called Dabi graced the air as he disappeared. Kuroguri looked as he came in. Setting the glass down quickly when he saw Dabi’s shaking form stumble in with his hand cradled to his chest. “Dabi, are you hurt?” Sako stood up as Shigaraki paused his game.

“It’s just a scratch. He gave it to me by accident.” He shook his head. He couldn’t endanger them, he wouldn't. There isn't much he needs to pack. Everything fits in his pockets or is left behind. Later he heads outside ‘for a smoke’. He doesn't come back. Disappearing into the maze of alleyways like only he knows how to do, even a lifetime later. Even when he’s no longer the son of a famous Hero dying his hair in gas station bathrooms anymore. Some things don’t change. Like soulmates scaring the shit out of him and running away.

Dabi flinched at his phone ringing, the shrill sound setting off more waves of pain. It had been several days since the incident Hawks had thrown them into. Last he had been able to stand looking at his phone for news the pigeon had been unaffected. While Hawks was able to be a Hero unaffected Dabi was holed up in an abandoned apartment. A single studio room apartment. Easier for him to drag the ratty mattress into a corner of the room, where he can see all exits. Dabi knows he’s been forcing the soulbond closed for over a week at this point. Everything hurts and he can feel his heartbeat pulsing with the pain, stemming from his head and traveling down his spine through his limbs. He won’t be able to keep it closed forever. The strain is already too much. Eventually the bond will snap open. Hawks will find him, following their soulbond straight to him. “If I ever found my soulmate I’d never let them go. Whatever it took to keep them.” Hawks' smile is soft but Dabi’s skin crawls. Memories of sirens and screaming not to be taken from her soulmate hit him as he bears his teeth. “Awfully dark thought for a Hero birdy.” he comments as he blows a ring of cigarette smoke out into the cold night air. Beside him Hawks shivers. He doesn't tease the offer of a warmer body tonight. A stupid fucking Hero, he’d never have a moment of happiness again .

Like thinking about it caused it to happen, the bond slams open. One moment it was firmly shut. gentle knocks from the other side for a few days but Dabi kept it shut, the next moment he felt it slack. Then the bond snapping open letting him feel concern, pain and anger through the other end. Colored dots reminiscent of when he was younger and trying to stay up later to train drift in front of his eyes. The emotions grow stronger as Hawks starts following the bond to him. A direct string to Dabi that both of them could feel and understand.

There’s a new feeling of shame and anger through the bond, much stronger as Hawks arrives at the decrepit apartment building. Dabi shuffles and slams for the bond as his eyesight blinks in and out. He’s been through pain, half of his body is scars, he can force this away. He’s been through hell and back mentally, emotionally ,and physically enough times that pushes through this new pain to shut the bond. The bond remains closed again for exactly one more minute. Letting Dabi collapse back in his bed and tremble, exhausted as it springs back open. His phone rings with Hawks number again as he curls into himself. There’s nothing he can do now. He can only wait for Hawks to find him. It was worth the attempt to hide himself. He tried at least and he was able to lead Hawks away from the League.

The door to his room slams open with a growl of his name leaving Hawks voice. Dabi feels his stomach lurch at the sound. He’s supposed to be free of this. Not react to anger with becoming violently ill anymore, but he’s always had a weak stomach hasn’t he? He’s back where he started all over again. He presses a hand tightly over his mouth as he shakes. waiting for the pain to die down and his vision to return to normal. Hawks stalls in the doorway, backlit and shadowed he looks angier than Dabi has ever seen him. Once he sees Dabi, shaking and curled in the corner with open unseeing eyes, he firmly shuts the door. He wasn’t the one in pain, he wasn’t the one who had been holding the door closed for over a week. The Hero Commision had even prescribed medication designed for rejected soulmate bonds to him. “Just in case he changed his mind” and decided to continue his spy mission.

“So were you always just going to leave me there? Or is being attached to a Hero too much for you?” Hawks sneered down at him. “Real adult of you, running away from a challenge that you issued. Then hiding like some sort of child instead of just telling me all you had wanted was a quick fuck.”

He dropped the rest of the bags. Anger rolling in his stomach as he stares down at Dabi’s form. The place was disgusting and he was frustrated that his soulmate had been staying here. He could have been staying with the league if he wasn’t so determined to run away. Dabi had even been the one to start this, long looks and teasing touches as he left Hawks with blue balls after almost every meeting. Part of Hawks was sick of being good enough for a fantasy fuck or a one night stand. Dabi hadn’t even given him the chance to prove he could be whatever Dabi needed.

“We went from let’s fuck after weeks of you saying you wanted me, to you vanishing the second we had something solid!” he snaps at Dabi, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His soulmate was someone who hated him and wouldn’t even give him the smallest chance to prove himself. He had the right to be a little bitter, considering he had spoken with Dabi about soulmates before. He’d made it clear he would bend over backwards for one, while Dabi had said they would have to be special.

“What do you - fuck you! you couldn’t even be nice for a day? Straight to it?” Dabi hissed as his vision cleared slowly. Squaring his shoulders against the ache covering his full body. It was just going to get worse, might as well jump with Hawks right into it. The dance of will they won’t they and no strings attached was over. The mischievous teasing that Dabi would never waste on a soulmate was over. Now he was trapped with a Hero who wanted sex right off the bat.

He didn’t react to the magnetic pull he could feel from Keigo. Cover him in his touch and hold him. Like Dabi had ever been thought of as worth anything by anyone.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You’re the one that decided it would be a oh-so-funny idea to fuck around Dabi and test it. The idea of fucking a top 10 Hero was okay but only if you got something out of it? Just a thrill for you?” Keigo growled at him, frustrated. Dabi flinched and let himself lay back down. Staring at the ceiling as his head pounded and Hawks got up, stomping around. his black heavy boots stopped on the edge of the bed.

Dabi looks blankly over at him. Seeing his face clearly for the first time since he walked in. The Hero looks angry, he feels angry. He wants to get it over with at this point. He’s stapled together, there’s not a whole lot Hawks can do to him that hasn’t already been done. Not knowing what he’s going to do causes Dabi to flinch and shiver in pain again.

“It’s different okay? A no strings attached roll in the sheets would have been perfect, you think I want to be stuck with a Hero? What are you going to do? Lock me up, keep me in your apartment like some fucked up broken housewife Hawks? I’m a Villain!” He snapped at him as he flipped him off. Dabi was a contradiction to Hawks. Curled into a protective ball away from him, but flipping him off and screaming at him at the same time.

“The hell are you talking about making you a housewife? I’m --” Hawks took a breath as he shook his head. The fear and pain his soulmate was radiating clouded his head and fed his own emotions. He’d waited this long for a soulmate and wouldn’t give Dabi up. He hadn't wasted the time Dabi had given them, he’d been researching and waiting for Dabi. Every second he wasn’t working he had been looking up the soulmate laws and a way to keep Dabi out of jail. He needed Dabi to trust him, enough to know if anything he found, if it would work. Hawks could work on that, coul earn his trust. If he knew how to do anything, it was how to put in enough work.

Dabi’s stomach growled again. As Dabi’s eyes darted away from him for a moment, a tinge of embarrassment and more anger came across the wide open bond. One problem at a time, food was an easy thing for him to solve, a decent way to earn Dabi’s trust seeing as they had eaten together before. A couple seconds fiddling with his phone and he had something easy to eat on the way. He'd been feeding Dabi before with their regular meetup’s so who knew how long it had been now since the villain ate.

“You're been feeling a lot of fear and anger. Did someone do something at some point? Did I do something?” He saw Dabi curling tighter into himself with every word he spoke. He hated seeing Dabi in pain, so many meetings turned into ‘use my first aid’ and ‘let's go out to eat.’ That was gone now. Hawks ripped a bottle of bond blockers out of his pocket. Relief and a feeling of resignation came across the bond instead of the happyness or gratitude he had been expecting. Still it was progress away from fear or anger. Until Hawks went to place it to Dabi’s outstretched hand. Resentment making everything feel bitter on both ends of the bond as anger came back with embarrassment on Dabi’s.

“Don’t think about it too hard asshole. Just take the damn pill. Shut me out again so we can talk about what you want to do with us. Since you didn’t want me.” He bit the last sentence out, letting how angry and bitter he was color his words. Shoving the bottle in Dabi’s trembling hands as he went to grab the delivered food. He came back in just in time to watch Dabi throw the pill bottle across the room. Looking at Hawks with wide eyes when he came back in. A tsunami of fear crashed across the bond as they stood frozen looking at each other.

“Don’t fucking come near me.” Dabi's rough voice scratched out at him. Keigo wonders if he has any good emotions at this point. If Dabi ever feels anything besides anger, fear and shame. Although, he is probably the one causing that. Sleeping with a Hero is different from being soulmates, and Dabi probably saw his talons that day up on the roof. He’s different behind the glitter and glam of being a Hero.

“It’s just bond blockers, Dabi. You don’t have to take them. It would just make talking a little easier if we’re not constantly picking apart our emotions.” Dabi doesn't respond as he grinds his jaw, Keigo can see the muscle jumping in it across the room, and refuses to answer as shame increases across the bond. Hawks has his own side shut, there’s no need for Dabi to know how desperate he is to make this work. How tired he is or frustrated.

“Shame? Really your ashamed of me? My hero status?” He picks the bottle up again, bringing it over and placing it in Dabi’s hands again. He stares with wanting eyes at the food before finally just opening the bottle and taking a blocker. It still makes Keigo feel sick to his stomach, to know Dabi’s needs are so easily met by him while Dabi looks like he’s preparing to give up a first born. Determination slides across and resignation, not a good combination as Hawks braces himself.

“Why don’t we talk about what you want for the food vs what i'm willing to give for it first Hero.” He sneers the word Hero. “Hand job. You don’t get to touch me and I'll give you a hand job.”

Hawks narrows his eyes and drops the arm with the outstretched food back close to his body, stunned. What has he done that would make Dabi think that he has to do anything for dinner? He’s never acted like this and the first time Dabi ever accepted an offer of dinner he’s flirted the entire time. Making Hawks choke on his own food with filthy innuendo’s.

He gets brought out of his thoughts at the feeling of a warm hand stroking his dick through his pants. Dabi kneeling in front of him and sending a truly poisonous glare up from in between his legs as he works open his pants. The bond still held open let him feel Dabi’s resentment and shame boiling over. Dabi lowers his eye lashes as he pulls Hawks pants and boxers down. A feeling that Keigo couldn’t describe as anything other than anguish greeted him when Dabi got an eyeful of him, still soft after the gentle rubbing Dabi had been giving him as Hawks was bombarded with Dabi’s emotions.

“If I’m so fucking ugly to you but you’re gunna demand shit from me anyways, then look away.” Dabi hissed and licked his palm. Hawks caught his hand as Dabi tried to continue the handjob.

“Counter deal hot stuff. Eat the food. Tell me why you thought I'd let you do something that makes you feel ashamed. Or when have I ever called you anything but good looking. Or charged you dinner.” He set the food down and shoved himself back into his pants. Press smile firmly plastered on his face, nothing wrong here it said. Dabi didn’t want him but was upset when he wasn’t turned on?

Dabi’s stomach rumbled and he snatched the bag up. Hawks had never jerked him around like that before, but that didn’t mean that he never would. He’d had food placed in front of his face and jerked away from him before. Hawks was even more likely to do it since they were soulmates and he had the ability to know when Dabi was angry at him now. When he was afraid and Hawks had the upper hand. His hands shook as he brought the food out of the bag and as he stole glances at Hawks. Who kept inching closer until Dabi was sick of him acting like he was some stray feral animal. If Hawks wanted a fuck then it was going to take more than this food, he’d laid out his offer already and Hawks had said he hadn’t wanted that from him.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Dabi hissed at him as he finished one container, looking skeptically at the second one. He’d eaten it too fast, if he ate the second one he’d puke. He knew it but what was worse was feeling this concern from Hawks. Knowing that it would end eventually.

“Obviously I didn’t actually think we would be fucking soulmates. I ran off the second I could. So why the fuck did you come looking for someone who wants nothing to do with you?” He laid back against the wall, watching Hawks out of the corner of his eyes.

“I didn’t know why you ran off. Just that you were afraid and then angry when I got here.” Hawks tried not to continue watching him eat. Feeling that it made Dabi uncomfortable. “I’d just, I’d wanted to make sure you were okay. Not a lot of this is making sense frome my perspective Dabi, one minute you were down to fuck and challangeing me to do something about it. Then your running before I can even ask what I did wrong.”

“This has my name on it?” Dabi examined the pills Hawks had given him earlier. Glaring at him as his stomach settled and he relaxed further, letting the wall support more of his weight. His head still pounded as he squinted at Hawks. He didn’t really trust Hawks but his head hurt and there wasn’t anything that would stop the Hero from doing what he wanted anyways. He was stuck to the Hero now. “I don’t want a soulmate. Think I want to be stuck with some cocky bigshot Hero who won’t leave me alone?”

“Then maybe you should have said that.”Hawks bit out. It took a few seconds of them sitting there for Dabi to realize what had changed. Why his headache was nearly nonexistent instead of debilitating.

“What did you give me?” He hissed out and flexed his fingers, bringing them up in front of his face. Pulling at a staple and realizing that his pain had dulled there as well.

“Generic painkillers come with rejected soulbond medication. I’ve been taking it for the last week. Had to go tell my higher ups and get everything sorted out when you took off like a bat out of hell.” Hawks tucked his face into his collar so it was harder to get a read on his face. “Only my doctor knows who my soulmate is. I had him fill a prescription for you and we guessed basic things like weight and height. Pain tolerance and allergies, I know you don’t like fish but we just went with saying it was an allergy.”

Dabi slumped against the bed with the fight draining out of him again. Hawks had given him medication, food and hadn’t touched him yet. The bar was so low it had hit magma and melted years ago if Dabi was honest. He didn’t want to be honest. It was hard to be on guard when he felt taken care of like this. When he still felt a pull to Hawks and wanted to nap beside him for a post food nap.

“And I'm supposed to be grateful for this? Trying to earn my affection already or what?” Dabi meant to snap at Hawks. It came out as a soft question. His eyes fluttered shut when Keigo’s hand brushed his and it felt like every millimeter of skin that touched was warmed. Keigo linked their pinkies together and Dabi stared. It felt like too much and not enough while his throat felt tight. Why was seeing their hands linked enough to make his chest feel tight? Keigo softly stroked the back of his hand and he pulled it back. Curling on his side to face Hawks on the old mattress while tucking his hands back close to his chest.

“I don’t know. I’m just, I don’t think there’s a right answer to that for me Dabi. Just like there isn’t a right answer to what I’d wanted from this, from a soulmate all my life. Because I’m not the one that’s struggling and I’m not the one that matters right now. I fed you because you were hungry, I gave you medication because you needed it.” Keigo gave a half hearted shrug, carefully keeping his eyes trained on the same space of wall. Not letting his expression change even as he felt his face muscles want to crumble. Want to frown, want to do anything other than change from his practiced gently reassuring expression. “What do you want from this then? Not someone to fuck on the regular, I’m not exactly a step up socially or finacially for you. So what do you want from me?” Dabi asked quietly. Keigo got up, started getting his things together. Unable to deal with his soulmate being so close and completely unwilling to be with him.

“Come home with me?” He saw Dabi stiffen at his poor choice of words, worse yet Dabi looked like he was thinking about it before Hawks clarified himself. “Not for that. Just, Dabi just come home with me okay? Eat my food and bitch like normal. You can sleep in the spare room like normal.”

“What’s it going to cost me Hawks? I want to be told upfront, whatever the price is so I can weigh if it's worth being stuck together.” he rasped at him and started testing the strength in his arms. The slowly dulling pain as he tested to see if he would be able to get himself out of here.

“Is it really that far out of your mind that the guy who has been flirting with you and giving you my level best bedroom eyes for a month may have wanted to spend some time with you?” Hawks asked softly as he stood up and bent down to scoop Dabi’s too thin body into his arms.

Dabi didn’t answer, too busy checking and making sure the bond was still closed on his side. He felt no more pain coming from it and it seems the “door” was sealed shut. He slumped a little further into Hawks warmth despite himself, resting his head against Hawks chest.

Dabi is sitting on Hawks couch months later, trying to come up with a way to tell Shigaraki why he’s no longer okay with this. Why he was “eyefucking in front of my salad” according to Shigaraki with Hawks last week, but now he’s going out of his mind being with the hero in the same apartment. The glass door slides open mid sentence as he’s cussing his crusty fucking boss out and he feels his staples strain along his shoulders. The door is carefully shut and his hair stands on end, that’s never good. Hawks always greets him, always let’s him know he’s home. one panic attack had been enough for them both.

Feathers on fire and both of them shaking at the close call. Dabi scrambled back to press himself against the cupboards. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. Had burned his soulmate and fuck, he really was like enji wasn’t he? Keigo very carefully sat down to try and talk to him until Hawks walked away. Allowing Dabi to finally find some sembelance of calm and join Hawks on the sofa to watch some stupid animal planet documentary. Eyeing the burnt feathers as a reminder of why this was a bad idea.

The controlled quiet is unnerving and without thinking Dabi checks his side of the bond for any cracks as he digs his bare toes into the couch cushions and forces himself to relax.

“Hey, Hero shit, the fuck are you being so quite for?” They both pretend Dabi’s voice doesn't shake as he asks Keigo. Keigo doesn't look at him, evidently pretending he hasn't heard him at all as he shuffles past to his bathroom. Dabi hears a choked off sound before the shower starts up and almost instinctively he reaches for Keigo’s end of the bond. He pulls back quickly but it ends up being the first sign that something is wrong. It’s shut, or feels like it’s shut.

They had been born like this, then twisted and burned and torn until they had to work to fit their jagged edges together again, they way they already had been. A constant work in progress and neither would give it up for someone easier. What was something worth if you didn’t have to work for it? Nothing happens that night and eventually Keigo comes out and asks if he can sit next to Dabi. Dabi almost wants this to work out.

If Dabi pulls Hawks into his lap half way through a cooking show and Hawks lets him, neither bring it up. Hawks is tense in Dabi’s lap, Dabi is tense as he brings him over and they cuddle. They pretend to watch the show until they relax, Hawks growing heavy in Dabi’s arms. Waking up with cricks in their neck and legs tangled together. Hawks peacefully sleeping away some of the dark shadows under his eyes.

“Shit, didn’t mean to fall asleep on you last night.” Keigo gave a wide yawn and pressed his face closer into Dabi’s neck. Before his brain caught up with his body and he pulled away. Stuttering apologies with his hands fluttering around Dabi.

“Whatever, stop apologizing and get back here.” Dabi mutters, holding up the edge of the couch blanket. It’s far too easy to make Hawks call in and spend the day with him. He agreed immediately and it’s just a nice evening spent in front of the tv, pretending that they aren't soulmates. It twists something in Dabi’s gut, making him hesitate as he checks the bond. Are these Keigo’s emotions or his? But the bond is firmly shut. He heastites before leaving the bond shut on his end, if a little less pressure on it. Just in case Keigo opens his end, then he can check up on him.

The next time Dabi even thinks of the bond is a week later. When Shigaraki is asking if he can manage to come back to the base. If he wants to come back or if he’s unable to.

‘Of course I can, I’m not trapped here.’ he thinks right before his brain blue screens on him. He ends up telling Shigaraki he’s coming over tonight. He pauses dinner in the kitchen and rather than wait up for Keigo like usual, he puts his plate in the microwave.

He checks the bond on his end like always and this time, this time he stop’s pressing it shut. Leaving it to Keigo if he wants to force himself or try and open the bond before Keigo is ready. He hesitates in the middle of his room before he crawls under his own covers, he doesn't know what he had been expecting. Hawks feelings to hit him full force right away? He didn’t want that. Hawks wouldn’t want that either.

Eventually , Dabi gets curious and tries to open it on his end. He’s met with mild resistance that he shrugs off. It’s the only time he’s tried and maybe Hawks just doesn't want him around. Which is fine. It’s not like he wants the giant pigeon around either. He made his choice when he ran off in that panic, he doesn't regret it either. He slips out one night when Hawks is working late again. He hasn’t asked Hawks if he could go back to the league. He shouldn’t have to, Hawks may have put his spy gig on hold but this is more than a job for Dabi. These people are his friends. The only ones who get it. (The damn bird never seems to have a night at home and it’s even rarer that he wants to be around Dabi. He gets it, he wouldn’t want to be around himself either. Not after the shit show he caused over someone who didn’t even want him.)

He hates being away from them. Even when he left the base of his own violation to hide from Hawks. It’s nice to be home and even Toga clinging to him isn't enough to really annoy him. Dabi and the others have a long terse conversation about Hawks once they’ve had enough small talk. What he plans to do (nothing he can do) and how Hawks is treating him (Best Dabi could hope for. Ignored was better than anything else.)It vividly reminds him that Dabi cares for them, that they care back. One more Hero on their shitlist is something they would welcome without question if Dabi needed it. Not all Heroes are enji but Hawks doesn't seem to even be a person under the flimsy persona he wears. Except for late evenings and sobbing in the shower rarely.

“I’ll come see you guys when I can. He’s out a lot.” Dabi got up and headed for the door. Shigaraki paused his game and followed him, standing tensely beside the door frame with him.

“You don’t have to go back Dabi. We can protect you, you know. We can find a way to get you that medication and then it won’t be an issue.” He spoke much softer than when he had been leading the meeting. Talking as Dabi’s friend rather than just as his boss and leader of a group of ragtag Villains.

“I’m not willing to risk it. Not yet, he hasn’t done anything to me except stay at work and give me sad looks. He wasn’t what I expected from a soulmate either and he knows it.” Dabi shrugged in the pockets of his hoodie and looked outside. Expecting to see Hawks at any moment to check for him. He might still be sleeping at the office but Dabi had better leave before he had to be brought back. Hawks had let it slide the first time but who knows now? Dabi half wished Keigo wouldn’t be there, even if it left the entire point of going moot. He checked the bond again as he had been the entire time he was out. Still not open, he opened his side and found Keigo’s shut. No way to prepare himself if he couldn’t tell what Hawks was thinking.

“I’m checking on you in 2 days if I don’t hear back. Don’t want to lose you because you're too stubborn to let us help.” Shigaraki scowled at him but jerked his head to motion outside. Giving Dabi his cue to leave, but not before Shigaraki seemed to make a split second decision and pull him into a hug. “I’m a phone call away if you need some light dusting done and trash removed.”

Dabi’s eyes stung as he buried his face in Shigaraki’s shoulder. He could do this, he didn’t even actually think Keigo would notice if he was gone, let alone be mad. It was just the what if’s that always killed him. Nobody expects the worst from soulmates or Hero’s, that’s how they always got away with it.

It’s too quiet without Hawks trying and failing to be quiet around him. He glances up and around him as he walks, not focusing on the dirt in front of him as he searches the sky for Keigo. He’s not hovering around his usual buildings when he passes his patrol route either.

Dabi opens the door to the apartment, expecting to find Hawks in some sort of patronizing position ready to scold him for leaving the apartment. Instead he finds the hero in soft pajamas deliberately not looking away from the tv when he walks in. curled up in a tight ball in his armchair with his chin tucked on his knees. His knuckles are white, a stark contrast to the black as his own dye talons twisted in his sleep pants. The chair rocks as dabi enters and he looks at Keigo.

“You visit the league finally?” Hawks asks quietly with a painful sounding rasp to his throat. Dabi again goes to check Hawks mood through the bond, thrown off by the pang he feels at seeing Hawks so bothered by something.

“You hadn’t told me you would need me.” Dabi snaps out defensively as he stands in front of the TV and crosses his arms. Hawks barely even blinked and the hairs on the back of Dabi’s neck rose.

“You can come and go as often as you want Dabi, I never said you couldn’t leave. Just that I wanted to give you someplace that wasn’t that apartment you were squatting in when we found each other.” Hawks muttered softly before wiping at eyes Dabi was just realizing were red rimmed from tears. Feeling like he should follow Hawks, like Dabi wasn’t the one who had upset him in the first place.

“I’m sorry.” he mutters out as Hawks passes him and Keigo turns wide shocked eyes back to him.

“What? No. It’s my fault, I can't expect you to want to put up with me all the time when you never wanted a soulmate. They’re your friends and I'd never keep you from them.” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly and gives Dabi a bright grin. It’s a press worthy smile and it’s useless.

“I wouldn’t let you and I'm not sorry for going to see them, I mean the part where I obviously worried you. You're staying up all night waiting for me and a mess Kei.” Dabi shifted his weight to the other foot and he raised his head and met Hawks eyes. “Why is your side of the bond shut? I already know your angry with me, you”

Keigo’s shoulders jerked back and he flinched as Dabi reached for him.

“Don’t. I’m not sure our bond is weak enough to withstand us being physically close and still stay shut. You could accidentally force it open and, I'm. I’m a lot Dabi. You don’t have to deal with it. Being a Hero is a lot sometimes, on top of me just being fucked up.” He gave Dabi an unamused chuckle and Dabi grit his teeth. He could decide what he wanted all on his own.

He let Keigo leave with that plastered on reassuring smile and raised hands. Opening his own side of the bond again, ripping it open instead of poking around the mental space for once instead. There was nothing there, and Hawks had possibly just given him a reason why. Before, before they were soulmates Hawks had always looked surprised when Dabi flirted back. A faint trace of distress was felt through the bond, too faint to determine if it was anger or frustration or sadness or worry. Just that it wasn’t a nice feeling and as Dabi wrapped his mind around it and tugged, it was jerked away. No other emotions came across, no matter how faint or how long Dabi stayed up turning his assumptions over in his mind.

Over the next few days Dabi tried opening the bond whenever he was curious what Hawks was doing. When he was at work Hawks control slipped the most, letting sadness and this steel bone deep determination, often mixed with anger, escape in tendrils. He poked more at it,carefully keeping his own emotions to himself. everytime he poked at the bond’s fraying edges, as he now realized that’s what the tendrils were, would be yanked quickly away. Even when Keigo was supposed to be in the middle of a fight and distracted.

When Keigo was home they kept up the same thing they had been. With the acceptance of Dabi sometimes visiting the league. Once or twice they came over as well and Dabi found himself having a good time as they all cooked dinner and he set aside a spot for Keigo out of habit.

He ended up talking about his bond again, the league members who liked to go to bed early had already left and it was just him, Shuichi and Shigaraki left for the night. They left all the dishes in the sink and pulled out one of the untouched consoles Keigo owned to play a racing game. It was easier to talk without thinking too hard about how it must look to them while Dabi crashed and burned the virtual cars. Shuichi was the one who ended up saying that Dabi should talk to Keigo if he was concerned about him. Shigaraki begrudgingly pointed out that even if they could have the bond open, they would still need to talk about why they felt things in order to avoid misunderstandings, besides the dialogue was always the best part of side quests. Bested only by adding friends to the party. They fell asleep together between one game and the next and woke up with blankets draped around them, a pot of coffee left on. Dabi flushed and tucked away the note tacked to the fridge Keigo had left him, saying he was glad Dabi had friends over the night before and that he hoped he had slept well with a reminder to take his bond medication.

Dabi had set automatic reminders to Hawks burner phone, he might have been returning the favor. If the night Dabi had come home to find a dead eyed cried out Hawks sitting in front of a TV wasn’t so fresh in his mind still, he would have written it off as that. But it was and he’d frustratingly recounted that night to everyone last night as they raced on screen and Shuichi wrecked them both.

“The successful relationship rate for Hero’s is just above anthromophs. Apparently most can’t take the extra press and their significant others' lives being on the line.” Shuichi glanced back at Dabi and Shigaraki jostled his shoulder against the scaly shoulder.

Dabi snorted before turning his car too wide and crashing all 3 of them. Laughing when they tackled him in mock outrage.

Before Hawks would come back, if he wasn’t avoiding Dabi and working late again, Dabi showed them out the door. Settling himself on the couch while leaving an open spot for Keigo to come in and sit next to him. Always leaning against the other side first before he wound up laying in Dabi’s lap.

“You know that I didn't mind.” Dabi cut himself off with a frown and carded his fingers through Hawks hair. He didn’t want to lie to the bird. That would just create more problems later on. He had minded that Hawks was a hero. Just, not for the reasons Keigo thought. How to let Hawks know that he was allowed to feel things as well. That some part of Dabi was genuinely curious and wanted to help.

“Dabi you didn’t want a soulmate. You don’t trust me. There’s nothing else that can be done when I can't change who I am or that I enjoy being a hero. It’s a lot, I get it okay? I’ve done what I can to help you, my soulmate, now. That's all that I want.” Hawks snapped at him before shoving himself off the couch and disappearing into his room. Dabi stayed awake for longer than he should have, letting the tendrils of emotion Hawks evidently couldn’t contain drift and swirl around him. Not touching them this time as he knew that would end up with Hawks yanking them back. The sky is just starting to lighten, no longer the black of night and not yet the yellow of morning, when Dabi tiredly gets up and opens Keigo’s door. Yanking on the bond at the same time he flops into Keigo’s bed.

“I don’t know how to talk about this okay? Heroes, there are not good people. They think they're helping, it’s very rare that they actually do. My father was a Hero, he bought my mother from her parents and they ended up being soulmates. Domestic violence with Hero’s is also 60%. The ones that get reported and filed anyways. My mother is one of the ones who never pressed charges. She kept saying he wanted to change.” Dabi reached into the space between them and held out his hand.

“I don’t know what I wanted. I don’t know what you wanted out of a soulmate either. I like when we have movie nights though. And you try to steal all the popcorn. I like when we can just cook together and we both burn it.” Dabi yanked on Hawks side of the door again. Feeling it crack open enough for him to determine the plethora of feelings on the other side. Frustration, sadness and apprehension.

“I’m too much. I’m too loud, too hyper. You didn’t even want a soulmate, what are you going to do when I’m too much for you? When you regret this and find everything you thought was cute annoying or you find out how much i care? I’m creepy sometimes and I’m weird and I’m overbearing. What are you going to do then?” Hawks demanded of him with tears in his eyes as he placed his hand next to Dabi’s.

��I’m going to shut the bond. Or I’m going to take the medication for a few days until we can talk about why you're upset and I’m not heading for the worst case scenario. There’s going to be times I shut you out too. When I don't want you in my head, just as often as there are going to be times like today when I want to know what’s going on with you.” Dabi pulled on the bond again and this time Keigo’s opened. Meeting Dabi half way without him being in a state of panic or distress for the first time. Keigo interlaced their hands and Dabi pulled Hawks close to him as Hawks slowly let the tension from his day out.

They woke up in the same bed together with an open soulmate bond, despite the nightmares both had suffered on either end. Pushing surprise and nerves across to form the closest feeling to hope either of them had for their relationship.

@deyanirasan I'm sorry this took so long. i know i said it would be done around January/Febuary and i had some issues.

#gift fic #oneshot #thedarkonewrites #dabi bnha #dabihawks #lime #back to the citruis scale i went #keigo takami #bnha #mha #hawks

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter four: cham-pain

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 4.4K

A/N: hey, you. yes, YOU. has anyone told you that you’re pretty today? well, if not let me be the first. i can’t help but feel lovey-dovey about the love you guys have shown me on this story. thank you so much for everything. i hope you like this chapter and i hope you’ll reach out and let me know either way. big shoutout to the baes @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland they know why.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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At what point do you stop calling them shorts and start calling them panties?

That’s the question Hoseok ponders when he walks into the kitchen to find you precariously perched on tiptoes, straining to reach for something in an overhead cabinet. He lets his gaze linger over the soft skin of your legs, up to your thighs, up higher to where he can damned near see the swell of your ass peeking out from that obscene little scrap of cloth.

What he does next is probably unwise.

What he does next is approach silently from behind, pressing one hand into the small of your back as he reaches over you to get a hold of the jar you’re struggling to grab. And if he enjoys the way your body jolts with surprise beneath his fingertips or the way your hair smells when he’s this close, then that’s his business and no one else’s.

“Thank you,” you murmur, avoiding his eyes and for a moment Hoseok thinks you’re going to scold him for being so bold.

But you don’t.

*********************

Hoseok shouldn’t be toying with you right now and he knows it. It’s not like you’ve ever been an open book with him, but these past few days you’ve been even more withdrawn -- more in your head than ever before.

Not that you don’t have your reasons.

Shit is off the rails with your case and you’re living with a complete stranger and someone left a live fucking snake in your bedroom a few nights ago.

So if Hoseok has noticed that you walk around in a fog — that the fire he used to see inside of you from time to time seems extinguished — well, that’s certainly understandable.

But he can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to your melancholy. He can’t help but wonder if you actually hold a candle for that idiot you left reeling at the restaurant.

Hoseok can’t stop thinking about that guy.

There is a feeling he can’t shake and it’s not just the urge to beat Kang Donghyuk to a pulp. Hoseok can’t shake the feeling that beneath the dopey smile and the lazy charm and the overall benign affect, there’s something more.

Something Hoseok is determined to figure out.

So he leaves you to your cooking in the kitchen and retreats to the privacy of his room to phone Seokjin. If this piece of shit is up to something, Hoseok is going to make it his personal mission to find it.

And if he finds something?

Then Hoseok will make it his personal mission to make him pay.

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YOU

“Amsaja -- with Hoseok. Try being nice.”

You think back to your brother’s words as you stand just outside the door to Hoseok’s room, fist raised to knock. But you don’t, at least not right away.

What is your fucking problem?

You remind yourself that you are a grown woman, not some skittish little girl. You remind yourself that Jung Hoseok is just a man.

And then you get a grip.

The door opens after one light knock. You don’t mean to stare, truly you don’t -- but Hoseok is wearing one of those goddamned tank tops again. What happened to suits all day and all night? Suits are a hell of a lot less distracting.

“What’s up?” he asks cautiously.

Your eyes dart from his face to his chest to his arms and finally settle around his neck, where a pair of dog tags hang from a silver chain. You had nearly forgotten that Jung Hoseok made a career of the military before he was one of your brother’s right-hand men.

“I made some Samgyetang,” you say lamely, gesturing to the bowl of soup in your hands.

I made it for you.

“And it’s uh, supposed to be good for a cold,” you add, when he says nothing.

Which you have.

“So, I -- ” you clear your throat, shift your weight back and forth on your feet, “ -- made some.”

For you.

Hoseok stares at the bowl like you’ve brought him a grenade instead of a meal. The puzzled look on his face makes you feel awkward, makes the entire gesture seem silly.

“Never mind,” you say under your breath, turning on your heels.

“Wait --” Hoseok calls quickly, stepping out of his room to follow you, “ -- I didn’t -- I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“It’s just soup,” you say over your shoulder, trying like hell to sound casual and not at all offended.

Hoseok keeps pace behind you into the kitchen; commands your attention with one firm hand on your arm. You turn to face him, averting your gaze from the sweatpants that hang low on his hips and the thin cotton that grips every muscle of his lean chest.

“I didn’t mean to make that weird,” Hoseok says quietly. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had homemade Samgyetang.”

You pull your arm out of his hold.

“Well, it’s there if you want it,” you shrug, brushing past him.

It’s a relief to trade the charged air of the kitchen for the uncomplicated quiet of your room.

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Hyejin takes her reading glasses off to rub the bridge of her nose.

“I’m not even kidding about my eyesight being shot,” she sighs, reaching for her coffee cup. “It gets worse every day and the print on these depositions does not help.”

“I know,” you mumble, highlighter flying over your own set of fine print. “Sorry.”

“Hey, at least we’re in this together,” she smiles. “Right?”

Her face falls when you don’t return the gesture.

It’s not exactly a secret that you haven’t been firing on all cylinders lately. You are so worn out from the shit going on at work and the shit going on at home that it feels like you don’t have much more to give. You just want to climb into bed and sleep for a week straight.

If only you had that luxury.

Instead, you’re back at it with Hyejin today, trying to figure out a way around the missing digital evidence you so desperately need. The loss of those files was a terrible setback, but you refuse to let it be the end. You still have an entire warehouse full of confiscated guns under lock and key.

Now you just need to get your head in the game.

“You still going to the gala tomorrow night?” Hyejin asks, sipping her coffee.

So much for getting your head in the game.

“Not sure,” you murmur, underlining a key part of the testimony. “Lots of shit going on right now.”

“Yeah, I know things between you and Donghyuk got weird,” Hyejin says carefully.

You stop yourself from laughing out loud.

Donghyuk is so far down your list of fires to fight, you’d nearly forgotten him completely. You probably could forget him if you weren’t subjected to his dirty looks every time the two of you cross paths at the office. You’ve made at least two very awkward cups of coffee standing side-by-side in the past week alone -- but honestly, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“That’s -- “ you start and stop before continuing, “ -- not really an issue right now.”

“Okay, sure,” Hyejin concedes. “Just don’t forget that I’m here if you need someone to talk to, alright? You don’t always have to take everything on by yourself.”

You stop your incessant highlighting to look up at your friend and colleague.

Concern is written all over her pretty face and for a moment you entertain the thought of opening up to her. The idea of talking about what’s going on is tempting -- like if you could share just a piece of your burden you could relieve some of the pressure inside of you. But there’s another part of you that worries that you are too pent up to let go of any of this. A part of you that feels like all it will take is one tiny crack for the entire dam to give.

You finally manage to muster one weak smile for your friend, who seems relieved to see any display of emotion out of you.

“Thanks, Hye. I’ll keep that in mind.”

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You almost skipped tonight. Almost.

But you’d already bought a dress and the tickets were paid for and Hoseok didn’t even flinch when you told him you had to go to a black-tie event.

If only you could say the same for the moment you saw him in the living room.

When Hoseok turned at the sound of your heels on the marble floor, with hands tucked into the pockets of his bespoke black tux, you nearly forgot to breathe. All of the coordinating details, the slim-cut jacket and the perfectly-styled hair and the carefully-crafted bow tie felt like a gut punch.

You’d silently prayed that Hoseok didn’t catch the way your eyes lingered on him for just a beat too long -- or that he didn’t spot the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. The color that must have been made all the more obvious against the rose shade of your gown.

“You ready?”

Hoseok interrupts your thoughts with his usual business-like tone. The one that tells you that this inner monologue about how incredible he looks tonight is painfully one-sided.

You nod, not trusting yourself to use your words.

All things considered, the situation with Donghyuk couldn’t have gone south at a better time. He would have been your date for the night were it not for the blow up at dinner -- and it certainly would have drawn unwanted attention to have two men at your side all evening.

Though with the way Hoseok looks tonight, you imagine the attention will come anyway.

*********************

There are few things in life rich people enjoy more than pretending to give a shit about poor ones.

They make sport of it, jockeying for position in front of the cameras, gladly shelling out hundreds of thousands of won a plate to prove just how much they care. They spend their evenings drinking top-shelf liquor and eating top-notch catering and convincing themselves that they’re making some kind of sacrifice for the greater good.

A string quartet plays softly in the background as guests mill about, grabbing drinks and hors d'oeuvres off of passing trays. Hoseok is at your side, a glass of water in hand. He is just close enough for you to take in his heady, masculine smell -- but not too close.

You hate that he smells this good.

You hate that he looks this good.

You have tried -- and failed -- to ignore the appreciative stares he’s gotten from some of the gala guests. You already caught one woman ogling outright, gawking unrepentantly while at her own date’s side. When a cocktail server walks by with a carefully-balanced offering of champagne flutes, you grab one right away.

Hoseok, as usual, takes nothing.

You sip your champagne and watch him watching the room.

He certainly looks the part of a society player tonight in his tux, the occasional wrinkle of his nose the only indicator of his disdain for the men and women drinking and dancing around him. When a woman bumps into him while carrying a plate of appetizers, he holds out a hand to help her keep upright and she damned near melts at his reassuring smile.

“Oh, thank you,” she breathes deeply before her eyes dart in your direction.

You look away.

Not once have you ever seen this man smile, and he’s certainly never smiled at you. You turn to slam the rest of your champagne and put the empty flute on a nearby table just as another cocktail server passes with a full tray of drinks.

How fortuitous. You grab another.

There’s a few more minutes of mingling before the guests are asked to take a seat at their assigned tables. Hoseok holds out your chair and you accept.

The interaction, like always, is silent.

You look up from the perfectly staged spread to spot Donghyuk two tables away. Even from a distance you can tell his cheeks look ruddy — like he’s already had way too much to drink. He narrows his eyes when he realizes you are looking and you lift your champagne flute to tip a sarcastic salute in his direction. He scowls back.

“Miss Kim,” a deep voice interrupts your petty exchange. “What a pleasant coincidence.”

You force a smile when your boss and his wife unexpectedly fill two empty seats at your table.

“Mr. Park,” you return quietly. “Nice to see you tonight. And Mrs. Park, of course.”

Mrs. Park’s answering smile is warm and genuine, but the same cannot be said of her husband’s. Of course, the last conversation you had with him one-on-one, he’d practically thrown you out of his office. The smile on his face right now is a bit watery.

“It’s so nice to see you dear,” Mrs. Park says sweetly. “And who is this handsome fellow?”

You falter when you open your mouth to answer, but Hoseok smoothly interjects.

“Yi Sang, ma’am. Pleasure to meet you.”

You close your mouth and turn to smile woodenly at Hoseok, who doesn’t bother to look back.

“Mr. Yi,” your boss extends his hand for a firm handshake, but a strange look passes over his face. “The pleasure is ours.”

Hoseok’s mouth pulls into a tight smile and you down what’s left of your champagne.

A couple you don’t recognize join your table before dinner is served. You do your best to appear engaged in the small talk; nodding when appropriate, smiling during the awkward pauses. But there is an emptiness in you tonight. You spend the entire meal pushing the artfully-arranged dishes around your plate because you find you have no desire for food.

The same cannot be said for the champagne, though. That’s going down quite nicely. Your server dutifully brings another flute as soon as yours is empty.

“I must commend you, Miss Kim, on forging ahead with this case,” Mr. Park says, when the plates have been cleared and after-dinner coffee is being served. “I know it hasn’t been easy after the theft of your files.”

“Oh,” you clear your throat. “Yes, well -- I’m doing my best with what I have left.”

“Of course. It’s important we do what we can to bring these low-lives to justice,” Mr. Kim says slowly. He looks from you to Hoseok with an expression that stops just short of a challenge and the champagne in your stomach seems to come to life. “Organized crime in this city is out of hand. We can’t allow Seoul to descend into chaos because of the trash making a living off of guns and drugs.”

Trash like your brother.

“Right,” you say quietly, swallowing past a lump in your throat. “I’ll do my best.”

Hoseok remains composed at your side, but you don’t miss how his knuckles go white as his grip around the water glass tightens.

Trash like Hoseok.

You swallow another mouthful of champagne.

The couple sitting next to the Parks -- oblivious to the friction at the table -- strike up a conversation about the dessert selection and you’ve never been more glad for small talk. The tension in the air slowly dissipates.

But you keep drinking.

Hoseok leans into you, lips so close they nearly brush the shell of your ear and your entire body goes still. Goosebumps bloom all over when you feel his breath against your skin.

“You should eat something,” he murmurs.

You could almost laugh at the way your stomach seems to fall with disappointment. What were you expecting him to say? Something complimentary? Something reassuring?

What a joke.

All at once you decide you need space, you need air, you need a break from the bullshit you seem to be taking from all sides tonight.

Hoseok’s eyebrows lift as you stand from your seat.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you announce to the table, “I need to visit the powder room.”

The champagne seems to hit you the moment you stand and you have to work hard at keeping your steps steady as you make your way out of the ballroom.

You would never admit it, but Hoseok is right.

You really should eat something.

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hoseok: text me or i’m coming in [11:02 PM ]

You stand in the mirror and stare at your reflection in the dim lighting of the ladies’ room. You’ve been to dozens of these events over the years and it’s never felt as pointless and unnatural to you as it does right now. A part of you hates how much you’ve tied yourself into knots seeking the validation of these pompous assholes. So desperate to be chosen by the chosen few.

hoseok: last chance [11:06 PM ]

Another part of you hates Hoseok.

You hate his constant presence and his constant silence and his constant judgement. It always feels like he’s punishing you for some transgression you don’t even know you’ve committed. Your phone buzzes with a reminder of the waiting texts and you sigh, unlocking the screen to fire off an answer before Hoseok makes good on his threat to storm his way in.

you: i’m fine. be right out [ 11:08 PM ]

You take one last look in the mirror. Have you always looked this tired?

Before dinner -- after you’d meticulously primped for tonight -- you’d been satisfied with what you saw in the mirror. Now all you can see are the shadows under your eyes, the grim set of your mouth. Is this what other people see when they look at you, too?

A knock sounds on the door and you blow out an exasperated breath. Hoseok must be tired of waiting for you to wrap this pity party. You yank the door open with more force than intended, fully prepared to tell him to fuck off.

But it’s Donghyuk on the other side.

You stare at him.

“What do you want?” you hiss, stepping out into the hallway.

“I just want to talk,” Donghyuk says coolly, standing just a bit too close. You grimace at the smell of liquor on his breath. “You still haven’t given me a chance to thank you personally for making me look like an asshole at dinner the other day.”

“Oh, honey -- you don’t need my help to look like an asshole,” you fire back, pushing more space in between you with a firm shove of your fingers to his shoulder. “You do a fine job of that all on your own.”

His laughter blows whiskey-tinged hot air in your direction and you make a face.

“I see you upgraded the bodyguard to dinner date.”

“Shut up, Donghyuk, honestly,” you seethe. You try to step around him to leave, but he blocks you with his body.

“You fucking him now, too?”

You barely register the movement of your own hand before it’s connecting with the side of Donghyuk’s face. You barely register Hoseok’s arrival before he’s between you both, pulling you away and practically shoving Donghyuk to the floor. You barely hear Hoseok’s whispered threats and you nearly miss the way he unbuttons his jacket to ensure Donghyuk sees his gun.

The whole debacle is so fast and so surreal you could almost convince yourself you imagined it.

But there is no imagining the sting still throbbing in your palm.

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HOSEOK

The trouble tonight started long before you smacked the shit out of Kang Donghyuk.

The trouble started when you walked out of your room in that goddamned gown. Hoseok had not been entirely prepared for you in that dress.

He had only a split second to make sure he wasn’t staring. He jammed his hands into his pockets and forced the most casual demeanor he could muster, but fuck it wasn’t easy. There were a hundred things he could have said in that moment, would have said in that moment -- if you weren’t you and if he weren’t him.

Of course, dinner was a bit of a clusterfuck, too.

Playing dress up with the city’s elites was somehow less enjoyable than Hoseok imagined it would be. The stares from tipsy society girls and the critical looks from their dates were bad enough but your boss laying it on thick with the white knight bullshit at the end was the real icing on the cake. The coded language and the veiled threats that made loud and clear he knew exactly what Hoseok was but wouldn’t say it out loud.

Hoseok saw the way you seemed to retreat even further into yourself during the exchange, silent and thinking.

And drinking.

Hoseok has only ever seen you enjoy the occasional glass of wine with meals. Tonight was an entirely different story. You were on a mission to get wrecked from the moment you sat down; forgoing food for an alarming amount of champagne. Hoseok counted four glasses down before he decided to say something.

Of course, that went over about as well as he’d expected -- and seconds later, you were walking away.

Hoseok hadn’t planned on following you to the bathroom. He hadn’t planned on overhearing the nasty back-and-forth in the hall . And he hadn’t planned on threatening to kill Kang Donghyuk at some ridiculous charity dinner. But when he saw the man get up from his seat to follow you -- Hoseok moved on auto-pilot.

There was no avoiding what came next.

**********************

You don’t utter a single word on the ride home.

You don’t say a word when Hoseok walks you upstairs, unlocks the door to usher you inside. He’s still securing the new deadbolts when he hears your bedroom door slam shut.

Hoseok scrubs a hand over his face and sighs deeply before loosening the bow tie and slipping it off.

Then he pulls out his phone to text Seokjin.

hoseok: you on him? [ 11:48 PM ]

seokjin: sleeping it off in his car right now. what a slob [ 11:49 PM ]

seokjin: you’re welcome btw [ 11:49 PM ]

hoseok: thx [ 11:50 PM ]

Seconds later, your bedroom door swings open so hard it bounces back off the opposite wall. Hoseok looks up from his phone just as you are storming into the living room, hands still securing the belt to the short robe you’ve just changed into.

You are positively vibrating with a dangerous energy Hoseok can feel clear across the room. Maybe you’ve been sleepwalking through these past few days, but you are definitely awake now.

And angry.

“I don’t need you to win my fights,” you fume, pointing one hostile finger in his direction. “I took care of myself long before you came along and I can take care of myself now.”

Christ, do you have any idea how little you are wearing right now?

Hoseok focuses on that accusing finger because it keeps him from staring at your legs. It also keeps him from opening his mouth and making you madder than you already are.

“I don’t need you or anyone else swooping in with that macho bullshit,” you hiss, bringing your body within inches of his. “I have had enough of men running and ruining every aspect of my life.”

Shit, do you have any idea how close you are right now?

Hoseok can smell the perfume that lingers on your skin when you’re this close. He can see how your pupils are blown wide and your cheeks are flushed with heat when you’re this close.

“Say something,” you demand, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Do something.”

Fuck, you are playing with fire.

You want a fight and Hoseok is this close to giving you one. He has to summon every ounce of his self control to keep his voice and breathing steady. He fists his hands at his sides to keep them from moving.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” he replies with careful calm. “You should go to bed.”

“Or what?” you challenge, fingers reaching to unfasten the top buttons of his dress shirt. Hoseok’s entire body tenses under your touch.

“What the hell are you doing?” he says between gritted teeth.

“Checking for a heartbeat,” you murmur. “Looking for signs of life. Is there a real man in there?”

There’s a real man in here, alright, Hoseok thinks darkly. Keep pushing me and you’re going to find out.

“Of course not,” you whisper to yourself, snaking one hand into the collar of his shirt. He flinches when your fingertips brush up against the cool metal of his dog tags. “You’re some kind of robot.”

You pull the tags out from under his collar and Hoseok swallows thickly.

“Just a machine programmed to follow orders, right? My brother’s orders. The Army’s orders,” you pause to read the embossed letters on his tags. ‘Isn’t that right, Captain Jung?”

You gasp when Hoseok’s hand comes up to seize yours. His fingers circle the delicate bones of your wrist and he doesn’t let go, applying a pressure that sure as hell gets your attention.

“People like me follow orders so people like you don’t have to,” Hoseok seethes. “People like me do the dirty work so people like you can impress rich assholes at stupid parties. People like me stay behind and handle our responsibilities so people like you can walk away from yours.”

Your stare at him for a moment, eyes wide at his outburst. Then you jerk your wrist out of his hold so violently you nearly fall back with the force of it.

Hoseok freezes when your robe slides down off your shoulder. He stares when his eyes settle on the jagged scar that runs deep across your collarbone.

Fucking hell.

Hoseok traded one bloody business for another when he gave up his rank in the Army for his rank in the Gajog. He’s seen more than his fair share of vicious cuts and nasty wounds.

Whoever did that to you wanted to make sure you’d have to carry it with you for the rest of your life.

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Tomorrow morning, Hoseok is gonna regret a lot of shit that happened tonight.

He’s going to regret not telling you how beautiful you looked when you walked out of that room. He’s going to regret going out of his way to hurt you with his words.

But most of all, he’s going to regret the moment he looked into your face and saw the anger in your eyes change over into pain.

You yank the robe back over your shoulder, cinch the belt tight — and walk away without another word.

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sokkabeifong · 4 years ago

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Can you write some tokka angst 🙏

ofc I can anon and IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE but better late than never I guess. this is set in modern times because modern times are fun to write for tokka okay? a bit longer than usual but the more angst the better am I right

Toph had promised Sokka that she’d go to the hospital when it happened, so that’s exactly what she’d done. She hadn’t promised that she’d actually get anyone’s attention. Or check in. Or ask for help.

Although… the contractions were getting more insistent, and she doubted the medical staff would leave her alone if she stripped off the stupid maternity pants and just squatted down right there on the lobby floor.

With a heavy sigh, she waddled her way over to the nearest front desk. Spirits, she hadn’t been in a hospital in years. She wasn’t even sure what the different branches and buildings and desks were all for. But there was no way that she was giving birth at home. Katara was in medical school, sure, but she wasn’t done. And Toph wasn’t about to risk her life and her child’s life for a “practice trial.”

Still, there was something unnerving about the hospital, with its stuffy feeling and too-squeaky floor. It feels clean, clean in a way that you can just sense. She didn’t need sight to tell her just how antibacterial this place was.

A pinging, traitorous part of her wishes that someone was here with her, that she didn’t have to do this alone. But it was her own stupid pride that had taken a cab all alone in a Wednesday night, and the only person she truly wanted present was somewhere she could never get him back from. She’d promised him before he died that she would go to the hospital if she felt even the slightest change. He wanted her to be safe, he said.

And now, of course, Sokka was dead and gone while she was here, swollen belly stretching out her sweater and maternity pants. As much of an annoyance as labor would be, getting the thing out of her was going to be a blessing. She’d spent too long unbalanced and vulnerable to attack.

“Can I help you?”

Toph was broken out of her musings by the question from someone sitting at the closest desk. She turned her head to where she hoped the person, a woman by the sound of it, would be.

“I hope so,” she smiled, falling back into a generic cover ID face. “I should probably see a doctor.”

“All right,” said the woman. She heard the clicking of nails on a keyboard, then something sliding across the desk. “Why don’t you take one of these forms, fill it out, and bring it back here?”

“Can’t ,” she said shortly. “I’m blind.”

“No worries.” The woman clicked her pen open like she had blind pregnant ladies come into the ER every day. Who knew - maybe she did. “I’ll ask you the questions and you answer, okay?”

“Okay.” Toph winced as another contraction hit her. At least the protruding baby bump gave her something to lean against. She made sure to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth as the woman began questioning her, just as Katara had instructed her to do. I’m a few hours, the whole thing would be over and then - she bit her lip and redirected her thoughts.

She wished Sokka was -

She redirected that thought, too.

“Reason for your visit?” the woman asked, yapping the pen against the clipboard.

Toph waited a moment before she turned around yet again, because she was in the middle of another contraction and couldn’t decide whether she’d rather scream or just go ahead and kill the lady.

“My contractions are about eight minutes apart,” she said.

The lady blinked once and then repeated, “They’re eight minutes apart from each other? So you’re in labor. Are you in active labor?”

Toph smiled sweetly. “Are you asking me to stick my fingers down and see whether or not I’m dilated to seven centimeters?”

To the woman's credit, the crudity didn't seem to faze her, and she plowed ahead with, “Ma’am, this is the ER. We’re not equipped for a birth. I’ll call you a wheelchair immediately, and we’ll get you up to Labor and Delivery. Trust me, it’ll be faster than checking in here and waiting for a transfer.”

“Where’s Labor and Delivery?”

“Fourth floor, and I -”

“I’ll just walk over there. It’s fine.”

“Ma’am, I really must insist. You’ve technically checked in—” she waved the yellow paper “—and you’re our responsibility now.”

Toph leaned heavily against the counter and deftly snatched the page out of the woman’s hand. At least her coordination was still functional.

“There. Now I didn’t check in, and I’m my own problem.”

“Ma’am, please. You’re in no condition to go wandering the hospital, whether you take that against your pregnancy or your eyesight. Let me just call someone to wheel you over.”

Luckily for the woman, another contraction rendered her unable to give a snappy retort. She waited for it to pass, quietly, quickly, then faced the lady once more.

“Fine,” she said tightly. “Fine. Fine.”

“Thank you,” the lady said, obviously relieved. Apparently she did not deal with stubborn blind pregnant women on the daily.

By the time she had been put in a wheelchair and taken through the long halls and winding corridors to Labor and Delivery, Toph had managed to calm herself down. Not because the situation was in any way calming, but because she’d stressed her body and mind out enough that she’d fallen into full-blown mission mode.

Which was fine. It’d probably be easier to give birth with that attitude.

“Well, you seem pretty together, Toph,” the nurse gushed as she checked in yet again at the front desk. “We’ll get you back as soon as possible. For now, if you can just take a seat in one of those chairs, and listen for your name.”

Toph let her real self fade into the background, giving over control to the five other women sitting in the waiting room, and promptly closed her eyes. If she was going to be in pain, she might as well rest while she could.

The calm blind girl out in the lobby was already a topic of discussion.

It wasn’t completely unheard of for someone to come in alone. Life was weird and sometimes people gave birth without anyone they knew to help them through the experience. But this girl? The calm young girl with ebony in her hair and in her eyes wasn’t any of the typical stories. She was clean and put together. She was calm and young and looked like the kind of person who would have a dozen friends by her side, even if the father of the child was no longer in the picture.

And yet, there she sat. First in the waiting room and then in her hospital room.

Alone.

Moreover, Miss Toph Beifong had claimed on her paperwork that her contractions were now five minutes apart. However, she was sitting too calmly for that. In fact, the nurse had sat with phone in hand and timed out more than ten minutes, and the girl hadn’t moved once. She’d sat there calmly. No wincing, no cursing, no crying.

It wasn’t until the nurse pulled the woman back and got down to take a look that anyone believe the claim at all.

"Shit,” the nurse murmured.

The doctor startled and glanced up to see if Toph had been offended by the curse. Fortunately, the girl seemed more concerned with how many fingers she had, and didn’t seem to have heard.

“What?” the doctormurmured, more quietly.

“Her cervix is nine centimeters,” the nurse answered.

“Shit,” the doctor echoed.

By the end of it all, Toph had decided she did not like labor. She’d made that decision before she began crowning, and nothing that followed did anything to change that. While she had experienced worse pain in her life, she had never experienced that kind of pain.

She had once spent four straight hours being absolutely crushed by a girl at the gym and, at the peak of labor, she was pretty sure she’d trade out that experience for her current one.

Nevertheless, she didn’t scream. She screwed up her eyes and doubled her body up and flexed her fingers. Tears leaked from her eyes from the sheer stress of it all. But her lips remained tightly closed. The skin around them grew white from where she bit them between her teeth, and the nurses were afraid she’d draw blood.

One well-intentioned nurse had advised that she just give in and cry out.

Toph had rolled her eyes, widened her legs, and pushed again.

In the end, nature was inevitable. Toph had always had someone to remind her to take good care of her body, so the whole experience was over in a few hours. She collapsed back against the wet bedding. There was sweat and blood and who-knew-what all over her, and she’d probably never feel clean again.

There was screaming in the background, and her eyes finally focused on the small infant being washed by the hospital staff.

Then her view was cut off by the ring of congratulating nurses.

“It’s a beautiful girl. Do you have the name ready for her?”

“Call it Toph, for all I fucking care,” Toph murmured, too quietly for anyone to make out. She turned over on her side, away from the child, and shut her eyes tight.

Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning in her sleep, Toph was awoken by the small mewing sound coming from her bedside. She sighed. She’d tried to have the baby whisked away to some far-off nursery where she wouldn’t have to ignore its presence, but apparently the hospital didn’t “do that anymore.”

Spirits, she felt so empty. Tired and empty and drained.

Deciding she could avoid it no further, Toph feels her way to the other side of the bed. The hospital is quiet, and she can’t even guess what time it is. Probably late at night. She waddled over to the bassinet, and the mewing became a full-fledged scream.

She jumped. The baby continued screaming, but less so, as if it hadn’t realized anyone was there. She found herself reaching down, feeling the child, the blankets, so afraid she would drop it or break it or… worse. For a moment she hesitated.

This is your baby, she thinks. You’re allowed to pick it up. It’s yours. And his. You can pick it up.

Her. She could almost hear Sokka’s voice echo through the room, reminding her that their child wasn’t an it. The thought made her smile.

Slowly, carefully, as though her life depended on it, Toph lowered her arms around the tiny, tiny baby and lifted her up. The baby stopped bawling and snuggled against her mother’s chest.

“Hello,” she said stupidly, like the kid could respond. But her mouth kept moving. “Um. Uh, my name’s Toph. I’m your - Spirits, I guess I’m your mom now, huh?”

The baby gurgled, her lips curled like she might cry again. Toph hurried to keep talking.

“Oh, God, um. What else, what else… uh, you have a bunch of aunts and uncles,” she said. “They’re all gonna help raise you. They’re annoying sometimes, but they mean well. You’re our first baby, you know.”

Our. The word made Toph close her eyes for a second. Try as she might, there would be no more “our.” There was only “she.” The “our” in her partnership was long gone. How was she supposed to tell her child that?

She decided to start with the basics.

“Your daddy was so brave,” she whispered. It hurt to talk about Sokka in the past tense, but she kept going. “He was so, so strong and brave and I just know he would have loved to meet you. He already loved you, you know. He wanted to meet you so bad, kid. He just never got the chance.”

The baby blinked, her eyelids heavy like hearing about the father she would never meet was too much for one night. Toph wholeheartedly agreed and set her down in the bassinet once more, making sure she was secure before plodding back to her own bed and face-planting on the blankets.

The nurse had told her the baby’s eyes were blue. She let that thought sink into her heart before drifting off to sleep.

#atla #tokka #avatar the last airbender #sokka #toph #toph beifong

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multifandomgirl-us · 4 years ago

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First - Jason Todd

AU where you have a clock counting your time back till you die.

It made no sense. He was supposed to have more time. His clock said he had another 60 years or so. How is that to make sense when you are burying him at this moment? When the quiet sobs and cries of all who knew him can be heard in your surroundings. His death made no sense to you at all. It gave you no time to prepare like others had. At least everyone else that had passed away in your life followed their clocks, but not Jason. He always did have to be the first to do things you guessed. The first to be your friend, the first to try and steal Batman’s tires, the first person to take care of you, the first boy you loved, the first male you knew you could trust, and now the first person known to the modern world to defy their clock.

As his casket was slowly lowered into the ground, your sobs grew stronger and Bruce’s grip on your shoulder tightened. His own way of showing his grief you guessed. As dirt was added on Jason’s grave, you watched with your blurry eyesight. A blur… that was a great way to describe the events that occurred the rest of the day. A day filled with almost as much sorrow as the day you found out Jason had passed.

Jason wasn’t supposed to be out at this time. He was supposed to be helping you train. A sort of punishment instilled upon him by Bruce for disobeying Bruce’s orders. But as you went down to the cave to meet him to train, he was leaving on his bike. Heading to god knows where and only a note left for you to read.

‘Left to help Bruce, we’ll train later’

You were hoping Jason wouldn’t lie to you but you had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth. So, you hopped onto the comms and paged over to Bruce to ask him.

“Did you call Jason out to patrol with you? I thought he was grounded,” you questioned.

“He is grounded! Go get Alfred, and tell him to scan for Jason’s location,” Bruce answered, confirming your suspicions.

“On it Bruce!”

You rushed up and into the kitchen, where you thought you would find Alfred but no luck. Your little legs could not go very fast but you used your top speed in order to find the self-proclaimed butler. As your legs carried you passed Jason’s room, you stopped, excited and relieved that you had finally found Alfred.

“Alfred! Bruce needs you to scan for Jason’s location, Jason snuck out!” The man followed you down to the cave and immediately went to look for your best friend. As soon as Jason’s location was pinged, he sent the coordinates to Bruce. You were just hoping that nothing had happened to Jason. He was reckless and jumped into situations without ever assessing the area. You knew one day it would get him hurt or worse yet killed and unfortunately for you and everyone else, today was that day. All you remember is Bruce getting to the warehouse, a large explosion, and you crumpling to the ground, tears clouding your vision.

Apparently crying was all that you could do anymore, you felt helpless, useless even. The next few days after the funeral Bruce was gone. Either in the cave or out on patrol, hunting Joker down. You remember being on call when he finally found the clown prince. You finally had hope that Jason could be avenged. That he could be at peace, knowing his killer was no longer able to hurt anyone, but to your dismay, Joker remained alive. Bruce simply put him in Arkham, like that has done any good. You were angry, furious even at the man you looked at as a father. His only response being “We don’t break code.”

You knew getting angry wouldn’t do anything so you trained. Trained until you could take care of the problem yourself. Unlike Jason though, you were better at hiding your emotions. You followed Bruce’s orders, let him boss you around and make you the best you could be. Unknown to him was your plan to get rid of the Joker. You never wanted to kill anyone but for Jason you could make this one exception. The monster had taken your person away. Your plan was fool proof, until Bruce caught on. Which landed you where you were now.

His hand gently caressed your face as you sat in the gardens of the manor, wiping away the tears that fell down your face. You sniffled as you looked into his eyes. These tears were different from those you had been shedding. These were tears of joy, joy over you waking up from the nightmare of a world in which he was no longer with you. You hear him ask ‘What’s wrong?’ but as you try to answer, nothing comes out of your mouth. You try again and still nothing comes out. Slowly, his hand disappears from your face and he is slipping away from you once more. You try to scream but again, nothing can be heard. Your mouth can be seen making the movements of you trying to call out Jason’s name over and over, but once again...silence”

You gasped awake trying to scream once more but then you realize you are no longer in the garden. You were in your cell at Arkham, put there by a man who you thought would get why you were trying to go against the code. The code that got your best friend killed. The code that he refused to break even though it cost him a child, a partner, your best friend.

You realized it was just a dream, a wonderful dream that brought you out of your current nightmare. As you let your heart calm itself, you laid facing the ceiling, and wished that you could go back into the dream world. Maybe you could act crazy enough so the guards would sedate you and you can go back there. As you contemplated how you were going to slip back into your dream state, grunts and gun fire interrupted you. The shouts of your fellow inmates soon took over though, screaming at whoever it was to get them out. You sat up, curious to see just who it was that caused such a disturbance and ruined you going back into your dream land. Although the shouts of your neighbors were loud, you could still pick out a pair of boots, stomping their way towards your cell. Two shots went off at what you were assuming was the lock to your cell from how close it sounded. You crept toward the door just wondering why this person was so interested in breaking you out and just who it was. The door swung open revealing a tall muscular figure with a red helmet on and a clock reading 00:00:00:00.

“Who are you?” you yelled at the strange figure. They simply stepped toward you with a syringe while you backed away from them. All of a sudden, they lunged at you, trying to inject whatever it was into your system. You fought back and forth which ended with you pinned against the wall, arm across your throat and needle in your neck. The plunger was pushed down and soon the dark cell which contained you turned completely black.

“Jason! Where are you?” your little voice echoed in the damp.

“Shhh! Get over here!” Jason whisper-yelled to you. As you turned the corner, a sleek black vehicle you recognized to be the batmobile sat in the ally.

“Jason are you crazy! You are seriously stealing the tires off of the batmobile?”

“Yeah, imagine what these will go for! I’m sure the guy can afford it anyways.”

“Ahem.” The sound of the deep voiced vigilante was heard behind you and your immediate thought was “Oh, shit!” You quickly turned around, ready to do what you could in order to give Jason time to run even though that would be pointless. Only this time when you turned around, it wasn’t the outline of Batman with street lights illuminating his background, it was just darkness. Darkness surrounded you and suddenly there was nothing below your feet. You fell through a black void. No destination in sight or anything to grab onto so you could slow down your fall, just darkness. You tried to scream, but like with most of your dreams, it was useless. Nothing came out and…

“Ugh,” a small grunt left your lips as you felt the bed that you just got tossed on bounce with your weight. The impact had woken you out of your daze only for you to realize that both your hands and feet were bound and the person who had taken you out of your cell was going through a bag that was sitting on a table about 5 feet away from the bed.

“Morning,” you barely heard come from the figure in your daze.

“Who are you and what do you want?” you yelled at the Kevlar covered man.

“Oh princess, you don’t get to know that quite yet. You are just gonna have to be patient,” his deep voice resonated through your ears as he headed for the door. The door clicked close and the deadbolt was set. After he left, you worked on getting out of your constraints. The knots were done well, so well you almost gave up. But you didn’t know what this creep wanted and you did not want to find out.

You had no clue as to when the man was going to reappear but you wanted to be ready in case he came back early. You quickly went for the knife sitting on the table but as you picked it up, you froze. Underneath the knife was a picture of you and Jason. 'Why would a stranger have this?' You asked yourself. Now you were curious and knew the only way to get answers was to dig around, so that's what you did. You opened every drawer and sorted through all the cabinets and when you got to one that was locked, you picked the lock to find not only more pictures of you and Jason, but also of the manor, Bruce, and Alfred. With all that, was your criminal record, the most recent being attempted murder. You should be sorry but the clown had it coming and you still seek revenge for what happened.

"You always were a snoop," his deep voice startled you out of whatever was going on in your mind.

"So you know me, you know who the Batman is...who are you?" Maybe it was the drugs he had given you before but the only explanation should be impossible.

"I think you know princess."

"No, it's impossible. How can…"

"Thank Ra's. He put me in the lazarus pit."

"Jason...I" at this point you were almost in tears. You hesitantly reached up, eager to see his face. He bent his head down in order to help you out and to signify he was okay with revealing himself to you. As you brought the helmet down off his face, he brought his head up and his eyes met yours. As soon as those green orbs looked into your own, you launched at him with arms open to give him a hug. You had finally gotten your best friend back.

#Jason Todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #dc x yn #DC Universe #jason todd au

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serpentinesarang · 4 years ago

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Familiar

pairing: chan (bang chan) x gender-neutral reader

genre: no smut, married!au, emotionally heavy, lots of plot build-up/context description, slow burn, fluff at the end, second-person POV

word count: 2098

content warnings: themes of death, depression/grieving, lack of eating, swearing; this is a SERIOUS piece that may make you cry. please proceed with caution and take a mental breather after.

summary: your husband chan died a year ago, and life hasn’t been the same until you meet a peculiar stray dog whom you decide to keep.

a/n: partly inspired by the netflix anime film “a whisker away.” hint hint: australian dingo...

korean key:

⦿ sasaengpaen (사생팬) = crazy spy-like super fans, sasaeng for short; pronounced “sah-seng”

⦿ annyeong (안녕) = multipurpose word that translates to hi/bye and no; in this story, it’s used in the hi/bye sense. pronounced “on-yawng”

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Preface

It happened a year ago. The crash. The sasaengs. The coma. The stroke. The doctors’ denial of life support. The funeral.

Your husband Chan had died tragically after a catastrophic car accident outside the JYPE building in Seoul when a group of sasaengs tried to take control of an already chaotic situation on the street. Chan had been rushed to the hospital, so bloodied and so internally fractured that he immediately fell comatose and incidentally suffered a stroke due to the bodily trauma.

You’d begged with all your might for the doctors to put him on life support, but they refused, saying he’d be vegetative for the rest of your life. They even sent an insurance liason up to Chan’s ICU suite to speak with you about having to pay for his life support as long as you continued to live, and you were just so beaten down by all the hospital staff that you agreed to release his body to the funeral home his parents had flown in to coordinate with.

And you were destroyed.

Your employer had given you three months’ bereavement, but you still couldn’t bear to go to work for four more months. You slept 12 hours on Chan’s side of the bed every night and only wore his clothes during those four months of intermittent crying. After you used up the remaining sick days and paid time off you’d accrued over the years, your manager finally terminated you for missing too much. The next two months were spent on the couch with no appetite and inconsistent sleep, the good memories of Chan continually flooding back to you at random times.

This was when you’d decided it was time to get your shit together because the scale declared you 15 lbs [7 kg] lighter; the circles under your eyes scared you each time you dared to glance in a mirror; and your phone’s mailbox had filled to its limit with messages from anyone and everyone offering their condolences for your loss. So three months passed, and you were able to gain back most of your weight, sleep more consistently, and clean out your social media.

Those last three months were the cleansing your soul so desperately needed, and for the first time since the incident, you were starting to feel a level of normalcy again. You’d even pushed yourself to get back into the workforce, and thankfully, this new employer didn’t cause a scene about your 11-month gap in job history.

The dominoes were falling back into place. Sadly, you’d felt compelled at one point to ghost the rest of Stray Kids because it was just too painful for you to act like you could handle yourself around them. Out of worry and compassion, they all individually sent you messages here and there, but you told yourself maybe in the future. After all, your life had disintegrated to less than dust, so you were your priority moving forward.

Now

Your phone’s alarm wakes you to another dreary November day. It’s a snippet of an audio message he’d left you long, long ago when he was away for a tour. “Good morning to you, [Mr./Mrs.] Bang, my beautiful angel. I’m thinking of you as always. Text me when you get this. Love you, honey.”

November 25th, to be exact: the one-year anniversary of Chan’s death.

You sigh, whispering to the ceiling, “I love you too, baby.”

You pick yourself up, go through all the usual motions, and head to work in the morning snow, trying to keep your mind as numb as you’ve been recently feeling. Perhaps you’ll do a little something once you return home, you resolve.

The workday passes; the snow continues blanketing the city; and nothing really good or bad has happened in the meantime.

You step off the elevator onto your floor of the apartment building. You’re freezing from the windchill, mindlessly deleting spam email on your phone while trudging in your heavy boots to your door.

Once you reach your unit, something at the edge of your eyesight causes you to freeze. You take in the sight before you: a large, tan and white dog lying on your welcome mat with its front paws extended toward you. Its deep brown eyes stare right into yours, and you feel all the air in your lungs disappear.

“A-annyeong,” you murmur softly, pocketing your phone.

The dog blinks in response, not moving his gaze.

You crouch down in front of the dog slowly, trying not to spook it. “Are you lost, sweetie?”

The dog emits a barely audible whimper, and you can’t tell if it’s sad or relieved to have been found. It’s not wearing a collar, and its abundant fur looks clean, like an inside pet.

Feeling conflicted, you purse your lips. “You must be... I’ll tell you what: you be good and stay here for me, okay?”

The dog exhales sharply before closing its eyes.

Wow, well trained pupper, you think to yourself as you rise. You spend the next five minutes ringing the entire floor’s doorbells, even banging on the doors of the units that didn’t respond to the bell. Each and every neighbor of yours denies owning a dog that looks like a Shiba Inu, and they all claim to not know anyone else who might have one.

“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath after the last person closes their door.

Returning back to your unit, you find the dog hasn’t moved an inch, but it must recognize your presence because its eyes fly open, and its head shoots up toward you.

“I guess you’re mine for now,” you address it. You enter your passcode and push the door open, pointing expectantly with an approving facial expression for the dog to understand it’s okay to go in.

And it happily trots inside, sniffing around the entryway while you shuck off your boots, parka, and other winter layers.

The dog seems to be waiting for you to finish because, once you turn toward it, it immediately turns around and saunters to the bedroom on the far end of the apartment. You keep up at its side and determine with a friendly visual inspection that this dog is a boy.

Approaching Chan’s old side of the mattress, he turns back to you and sits down in front of the nightstand, digging his eyes into yours once more.

Your brow furrows as you try to piece together what’s happening. “What? What’s up, sweetie?”

The dog replies with a heartwrenching whimper, angling his snout forward as if asking for you.

You pad closer and sit on the backs of your legs. “Will you let me touch you?�� you ask him softly, raising a hand for him to sniff.

Oddly, he straight up disregards your hand and leans forward to lick your chin.

“Awww,” you gush at his sudden affection. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.” You stroke the top of his tan head, and again, the poor thing whimpers while leaning into your touch.

You scratch at the bases of his ears before cupping his jowls in your hands. “You’re such a sweet boy, you know that?”

The dog blinks rapidly, pushing forward again to gently lick at your unsuspecting lips this time.

Giggling and stroking his front shoulder areas, you say, “Ohh, thank you, thank you. I haven’t been kissed in a year, so I appreciate that, sweet boy.”

A moment passes, but you have to do a double-take when you notice the thick stream of fluid cascading from his shiny eyes.

You gasp. “Oh nooo, are you crying?” With your thumbs, you carefully wipe away his tears. “Don’t cry, sweetie. I did enough of that for nine months straight, and I can’t have you making me sad too,” you confide with the animal, stroking his head again.

He responds by standing on all fours and pressing the top of his head to your own forehead, and you go breathless again.

He’s so human-like... so emotional... you think, raising your arms over his body and hugging him. You stay there for a solid minute before he finally pulls back and sits again.

You sigh quietly, evaluating his expression. “I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long day.” You nudge your chin up to the bed. “Wanna rest for a while?”

The dog ever so quietly barks with its snout closed, as if in acknowledgement, and he waits for you to move first. So you rise and position the pillows on Chan’s side against the wall for you to sit upright. You spread your legs in a butterfly position, and without you having to beckon or give permission, the dog hops to the corner of the bed and situates himself between your legs. You notice then that he’s eyeing something on the wall above the bed.

The professional landscape shot of Chan with his arms tightly curled around you under a peony-adorned gazebo near a lake, the day of your wedding. You were looking into each other’s eyes with the sincerest of smiles.

You turn to glance at the framed photo. “Yeah,” you sigh deeply, turning back to the dog. “That’s Channie, my husband.”

The dog picks up on your change of tone and scoots forward as close as he can get, resting his paws on your upper thighs and his snout on your stomach. His gleaming eyes practically compel you to go on.

Placing your hands on his soft back, you continue in a strained voice: “He was taken from me last year, on this day actually, November 25th. He was so badly hurt in the accident that he went into a coma and had a stroke a couple days later.”

You pause, and the dog whimpers on your stomach, his sad gaze making your throat constrict and your eyes water.

How can a dog be so in tune with me...?

You push that question away with a sigh and bring a hand to rest on his head. “I never left the hospital. The nurses had to kick me out of his room when he passed. And I cried my eyes out for almost a year.”

Your eyes drift off, glancing at the ceiling and the walls while remembering your grieving process. “So now I sleep on his side of the bed... I wear only his clothes at home... and I shower with the same things he always did. He’s always with me, even when I’m not wearing my ring.”

Tears have started falling onto your cheeks, and you look back down at the quiet dog to find him crying again as well, his glassy eyes still intently watching you.

An uncontrolled sob escapes your lips before you mash them together, trying to keep it together.

“I love him so much,” you throw your head back against the wall. “I love him so, so fucking much,” you whisper, the hot tears falling faster now.

You hear the dog whine rather loudly, so you focus on him again as he raises his head. “He was my person, and now I have no one,” you blubber, using your hands to angrily wipe away the tears.

The dog replies with a seemingly uncharacteristic growl, its eyes still very soft in contrast.

“Okay, okay, now I have you,” you concede, catching your breath. “I don’t know where your parents are, and I’ve been alone for too long.” You pause, almost unwilling to continue. “Will you stay with me, sweet boy?”

He barks out a high-pitched yelp, spastically moving his paws against you so they’re digging into your abdomen now.

Cheered up by the dog’s responsive expressions of emotion, you burst into a brief laugh and scratch the underside of his snout. “You remind me of him, you know. Soft hair, gorgeous brown eyes, super caring.”

Again, he whimpers, very quietly this time. You tenderly kiss his moist nose. “I’ll call you Chris... because only I was allowed to call him that.”

Chris responds by licking your lips again.

Your random gasp makes him jump a little. “Oh my gosh, I bet you’re hungry or thirsty!” You try shifting on the bed, but Chris’s weight holds you firmly. “Do you want food?”

Chris lowers his snout, resting it on your chest now. He doesn’t make any noises, but you can guess what he means by this.

“Okay, Chris, I gotcha. We’ll stay here and eat when you’re ready,” you promise as you smooth his pointed ears backward.

...

I found them... if only they knew it’s me... I’m Channie, and I’m still yours, honey.

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