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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢 ; 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: It was a normal night, till he had to look for you. And then, the storm began.

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

word count: 8k warnings: pregnancy, talks of abusive parents, mentions of abortion.

a/n: as Jesus is reborn, so am I! Happy Easter to everybody that waited so long for this chapter to come out. I'm sorry it took me so long, but I got so busy this past month that if I hear anyone say 'illicit trade' or 'online trafficking' I might kill somebody lol. I hope this chapter compensates for the time, though. It is mostly Jason's pov, with references to the reader as she/her rather than you because I thought it might sound better. Idk, lmk if it's weird lol.

a/n 2: also, I can't begin to thank everyone for the incredible support in this series. I've got so many messages that had me on the verge of tears with happiness and how sweet they were. I trully hope I'm capable of continuing to bring you guys joy through this series and other stories. I love you all, and thank you so much for allowing me to finally let my ideas become words, and my words to have meaning

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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A cold shiver ran up Jason’s spine. The soft breeze coming off the opened fridge climbed up his shirtless torso, drying the sweat on his skin and leaving it cold and sticky. The nearly freezing water slid down his throat, giving him the refreshment he craved for after a long session of training, and an even longer day of work.

It was finally over. His session, his day, his week. Saturday couldn't have come sooner. Sighing in relief, he refilled the water bottle, shoved it back into it’s previous place and turned on his heel heading for a much needed shower. He was tired. Drained. And all he wanted to do was drop down in his bed and sleep for a whole entire night.

Picking out his phone from his joggers’ pocket, he took one last peek at the screen. Almost 10:00pm, and a weather report of an incoming rainstorm soon. Perfect, he thought. He loved to sleep to the sound of rain. So, he locked his phone, threw it on the sofa, and rushed to the bathroom, hoping to get a shower before it got too cold, leaving fast enough to get to bed before the raindrops started to fall.

He stripped down his pants in front of his mirror, a quick stop to admire his progress. Chest, arms, and back. All proof of his hardwork and commitment. And yet, a reddish mark by his neck was what really caught his attention. Roy had poked fun at it earlier, but his joke couldn’t be farther from the truth. A bug bite, as simple as that. An allergic reaction to a stupid bug. But that stupid reaction, that stupid mark, brought him back to the last time something like that was left on his skin.

Yn had left with countless marks after that brief session in a stranger’s office. Enough to last him a while. But not more than the first time he had you, right under the same roof he was at now. Marks on his neck, on his chest, arms, and back. If he thought too long of it, he could feel her lips warming his skin, making his mind go crazy, and his blood to boil.

Shaking his head, he tried to keep those thoughts away. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t appropriate. Yn was now the mother of his child. Nothing more than that. He couldn’t keep the thought lingering. So, sliding the glass door open, he entered the shower, hoping to wash away all the thoughts off his mind.

As the cold water hit his shoulders, relief spread to his entire body, even if the chilling weather of the start of fall was not the most adequate for such water temperature. Sinking his head under the cascade, he closed his eyes, mind emptying, and peace reaching him after a long and rough week.

It was silent in his head. But it wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t wash his mind off of Yn. It was first the night he had you over, and under him, moaning his name repeatedly in his ear. He remembered how soft her skin felt, how light was her touch, and yet he couldn’t forget the burning pain her nails had left on his back.

He drowned in the memory of her intoxicating smell, and how the skin under her ear tasted sweet. For a moment, even through the freezing water, he swore he could feel her blood catching fire running through her body, warming him along the way through their skins, glued to one another, tangled in each other, in a night he would never forget.

And then came the memories of the second time. How annoyed she was, and how easily she gave in to him. It was like her body responded to his, knowing it was only him that could give him the pleasure she craved. He missed the feral, animalistic, feelings of that afternoon, and how she fit perfectly around him.

Stop, he thought to himself, opening his eyes to the bright room. This isn’t okay. But again, it was already too late. His throbbing cock rested against his lower abdomen, hard and leaking. He smelled his arousal mixed between the smell of his soap, and his hand reached for his tip, light touches already driving him insane. Resting his hand on the cold porcelain tile, he allowed his eyes to close again.

And then, he remembered the picture. Sent to him just a few hours earlier. It wasn't dirty. On the contrary, it was as innocent as one could be. It was her, playing along with a baby toy, those usually overpriced, but that could distract even a grown adult. And thus she was, distractedly playing with the toy as a picture was snapped without her acknowledgment, and probably sent to him without her knowing either. Her barely visible smile caught his eyes immediately.

For the almost six months he had known her, it wasn’t a sight he got to see often, but that had been gracing his presence much more frequently now. It was beautiful. To him, it was art. Pure and soft. Bright and warm. He could watch it all day. He remembered the first time she smiled at him, in his kitchen, over snacks and laughter. Just before he had her pinned under him in the most intense lovemaking session he’d ever had.

He cursed himself. How could he turn an innocent picture into fire for his wet dreams? But how could he stop thinking of the soft skin of her neck, almost the focus of that picture, when it was exposed right there just for him to see? How could he stop his mind from wandering when it had been so long he had been with anyone? When he had been with her.

Only a few touches brought him his high, spilling all over his wall like a firetruck. Gosh, he hasn’t fucked anyone in so long it was almost pittyful. Feeling himself grow soft, he sunk himself in the water again, washing his face ferociously to wash the shame away. He wasn’t religious, but he prayed he could keep you out of his mind. He couldn’t keep doing it. Things had changed. It wasn’t appropriate. Fuck.

He walked to his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Straight to his closet where, after a few minutes of searching, he found the new pair of sweatpants he had gotten. Gray like all others he owned. Putting it on, he returned to the kitchen, threw himself on the sofa, and prayed, while watching the darkened ceiling, that he could keep her out of his mind.

Soon closing his eyes, the darkness and the tiredness sank him into sleep. Letting go of lights and noises coming from the outside, he allowed the quietness to embrace him. However, his peace didn’t last long.

Underneath him, he felt the incessant vibrations of his phone, even if he couldn’t seem to find the device anywhere. It was just as the phone had stopped that he found it hidden between the pillows, and he unlocked the screen to a scary surprise.

Yn 6 Missed Calls

“What the fuck!” he screamed out loud, worry slowly creeping up his chest, weighing it down and making it hard to breathe.

She didn’t call him. Never. Not one single time. He was the one to always call and message to check if she was okay, or to start any conversation. Something must have happened, and going by the sheer number of times she had tried to contact him, it wasn’t good. Quickly unlocking his phone, he typed on the notification, calling Yn back straight away. She didn’t take long to pick up.

“Yn, what happened?” he questioned as soon as she picked up.

“Oh, thank god!” He heard from the other line, but the voice wasn’t hers. “Jason, It’s Vanessa here. Nessie. Yn’s friend.”

“H-hi, Vanessa,” he greeted through his wavering voice. “What happened? Where’s Yn?” he inquired. He wasn’t only met with silence from the other line, although Vanessa’s tense breathing indicated she was still on the call. With a demanding voice, he asked one more time, “Vanessa?”

“Jason…” She took a deep breath. “Yn is gone.”

It felt as if a heavy weight pulled his heart down, as it dropped lower than it ever had. Yet, his mind was empty, none of Vanessa’s words making sense to him. Yn was gone. Gone where? Why? Where was gone? He had so many questions, yet only once made it out of his lips.

“What?!” his voice faltered.

“She’s gone. I don’t know where to.” Vanessa’s voice too was shaky, and seemed to be holding back tears from falling down. “I heard everything through the walls but I was too afraid to go out and find him, because he scares the shit out of me. He’s really huge, you know, he could easily knock me down if I tried to help her,” Vanessa was rambling, and he could hear her incessant steps, as if she couldn’t keep herself still. “And they were fast too, by the time I got the courage to come out they were already gone, and…”

“Vanessa, calm down,” he requested, already fishing for a t-shirt and shoes from his bedroom. Whatever it was she was trying to tell him, it was worrying. Had someone taken her? Why?

“ ’m sorry. I-I just… I got her phone by accident. She accidentally left me with it when she handed me her shopping bags. So I’ve tried calling you ever since.”

“Are you at home?” he asked and got a hum in responde. “I’m coming over, okay? I’ll be there in a second. But who took her, Nessie, please. Who was it?”

“No one took her,” she started to explain, pausing for what sounded to be a glass of water. Jason too prepared a glass before he left. “Her dad kicked her out. He found out she was pregnant.”

“He did what?!” he nearly screamed on the line, blood beginning to boil. He hadn’t heard much about her parents, but taking by how shaken about the pregnancy at first, he had no doubts they were partially responsible for her nervousness.

“He found out she was pregnant and kicked her out of her apartment,” she repeated. “Well, technically it’s his apartment, he pays for ever- But it doesn’t matter now. She’s gone and we have to find her! She was crying, a lot, and she left with only a backpack and a small suitcase. She can’t have taken much…”

“And it’s going to rain,” Jason added, already sitting in his car after flying down his building’s stairs. It wasn’t just rain, but a storm. She can’t be out in a weather like that, I have to find her. “Wait for me downstairs. I’ll be in front of your apartment in just a minute. I promise we’ll find her.”

“Vanessa!” he screamed at the girl standing on the sidewalk, looking left and right before turning to face the voice that had just called her. Jason had parked by the entrance of the building, fancy enough to have its own doorman and a beautifully decorated lobby behind its glass front doors. “How are you? Have you got any news?”

“I’m fine. At least trying to. And no news of her yet. I tried looking up and down the street, but she’s not around here anymore.” She looked at him apologetic, eyes now evidently holding back a pool of tears.

“She can’t have gone far. She was walking, right?” he asked, looking around at the still fast moving traffic on that grim Saturday night. The sky was starless, and heavy clouds filled it instead.

“I’m so sorry, Jason,” Vanessa apologized, making him turn. Her chin trembled as her tears fell from her brown eyes. “I heard it all and couldn’t do anything. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey, Nessie,” he tried to soothe her, calling her by the familiar nickname he so often heard coming off Yn’s lips, and wrapping her in a friendly hug. “It’s not your fault. There wasn’t much you could do. But, please, tell me everything that happened. I’m still trying to understand it.”

Breaking off from his hug, Nessie ran her hands up and down her arms in search of warmth before looking up to meet Jason’s eyes. “Her dad is an asshole.” Oh really?, he thought. “We were coming back from the mall, you know. I sent you the picture while we were there.” He nodded. “When we arrived back her door was open, and it usually means that her parents are around. So she shoved me all of her bags before her mother could snoop in and claimed they were for my cousin’s baby shower. Before I knew it, there was screaming outside and when I went to look, her mother was weirdly pacing around and Yn and her dad were nowhere to be found.

“I thought of running down the stairs, but the elevator was already on the ground floor and I knew I couldn’t make it on time. So I just looked down the window and saw him pushing her into the streets. Her bags as well. I couldn’t understand what he said, but he was still screaming at her. Jason,” she called him, but his attention hadn’t gone anywhere. “She looked so scared, even from that far. I could see her crying, on the floor, and walking down the street. I heard movement, so I hid back in my apartment. I even heard a knock on my door, but I was too scared to open and just started calling you.”

Jason’s rage slowly grew as Vanessa continued her story. How could anyone treat family like that? He couldn’t picture treating his mother, father, or any of his siblings like that. And he specially could never imagine doing something similar to his own daughter. Whoever that man was, he wasn’t a father. He was a fucking monster he wanted to beat up so bad…

“Since she moved here for college he keeps trying to take her back to their hometown, because he says Gotham is a corrupt city and that it will “corrupt” his “baby” daughter,” Vanessa continued her story. “From what she told me, they frequent this church, and he’s seen as this “model citizen”. A joke, let me tell you. He was always controlling of her and her sisters, and they couldn’t ever walk out of line or it would ruin it for him, whatever he meant.

“I’m not sure if it’s up to me to tell you this, but it's not the first time he kicked a daughter out of home. He found out her sister kissed another girl at a party and threw her out. I guess having an unmarried pregnant daughter does the same to him and he kicked Yn too.

“I swear,” Jason ran a hand on his face. “I can kill this man.”

“Get in line. Although I do think you have more chances than me,” she tried to joke and Jason let out a dry laugh. He really could kill that man. With every single word from Vanessa, he only got worse.

A few drops of water hit his head, announcing the rain he eagerly waited for earlier was about to start. “We have to go before the rain gets heavier. She can’t be on the streets in a fucking storm.”

“I called a friend to help us look for her. He’s just by the corner. We can split up and find her quicker,” Nessie informed, waving her hand at a car that parked just before the two of them. She fixed her belt in the passenger seat while Jason rested his forearms on the window.

“You go down the street and look for her south. I’ll go north and look for her there. Nessie, please call me if you…” he instructed the guy when exalted voices caught his attention. Coming out of the glass doors of the modern apartment complex, a large man and his wife walked out of the building in a loud exchange, aiming for the taxi that had parked just behind Nessie’s friend black SUV. “Is that him?”

The sudden change in his tone frightened Vanessa, and she stood quiet for a while until she responded with quite uncertainty, “Y-yeah.”

In that moment, Jason’s knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped on the car’s window, and his face turned a bright shade of red. Letting go of the car, Vanessa’s scream wasn’t enough to stop him from stomping in the pair’s direction, not even her repeated attempts to hold at his wrist. He shook her hold easily, legs moving fast as he eyes were set on the man responsible for all of this.

Jason exhaled a trembling breath through his nose, and he could hear his own heart thumping in his chest. His arms hung as hard as stone to his sides, and his nails dug deep into the skin of his palms. There were a few blurry sports in his sight, and his eyes burned with anger. He was seeing red, both figuratively and literally, as the neon lights of a store close by shone brightly in shades of scarlet, painting the man’s frame in its bright colors.

The large frame of the man was closer. The bald spot in his head, now much more visible. He didn’t know the man’s name, nor how looked. They never shared a word, or even a glimpse at each other. But Jason knew, oh he knew, that he would never, ever again, let him step a foot close to his girl. He would never treat you like he did, and he would pay for it even if it came little by little.

That man would never get close to his child and its mother, and he would make sure he remembered his name. Or the feel of his punch.

“Hey!” Jason called him with a loud growl. The old man turned in his direction immediately, unaware of the fist flying into his face.

The man all but fell to the ground with a loud thud, as his wife screamed in despair. His rage not vanishing after he knocked the man down, Jason climbed on top of him, throwing punches left and right to the man’s face and stomach, until he felt his hands aching and he was pulled away from him by two pairs of strong arms.

“Stop! Jason, let go!” Vanessa screamed as he squirmed in the two men’s arms, wanting to go back to the man who failed to sit up while his wife cleared his bloody lips.

“Get over it, mate. Let’s find her,” said Vanessa’s friend, and just then he let it go.

His hand shook as he held the steering wheel. Knuckles bloodied and in throbbing pain. He still drowned in adrenaline from the well beat up he gave Yn’s excuse of a father. Vanessa’s friend, Dale, had followed him to the car to make sure he was alright to drive, but Jason assured him he was fine. The man got what he deserved, and Jason was glad he was the one to deliver it.

Alone in his car, however, he could finally allow his emotions to come out. As he drove up the opposite direction of Dale’s car, a loud scream left his lungs. Pure rage evaded his body, as his eyes burned with tears he hardly fought against.

Why is it that when it comes to us it is always so messy? Why can’t we catch a break?, he thought. From day one, everything with you was confusing, borderline stressful most of the time. He wanted better, quieter and more peaceful days. If he was having a hard time with all that is happening, he couldn't fathom how she’d be doing right now. And the baby. It certainly wasn’t healthy for the baby.

The lights became blurry as he tried to wipe the tears away, and he had to slow down his car to not cause any unwanted accidents. With the lower speed, he could more carefully watch the sidewalks, the remaining open stores, and street corners, all looking for any sign of her. At a traffic light, red made him stop, and his eyes roamed his surroundings.

However, the blinking lights of a ‘C’ were what trapped his attention. It was a clinic. An abortion clinic. He had to swallow dry as he tried to watch its inside through the glass door. The mere idea of Yn going by it making his heart drop. If that idea ever crossed her mind, he didn’t know, but he prayed it never did. He grew attached to it too quickly. To the baby, and to her. He’d been planning, purchasing, painting and drawing a future in his head, where the two of them would be a part of. He wasn’t sure he could let it go.

When the lights turned green, his foot pressed hard on the throttle, speeding out of there before he got even more nauseous. One street turned into another, and another, and another. Still not a sign that you were around. He was growing more and more desperate as the rain got heavier and heavier. If his hands weren’t hard glued to the steering wheel, they’d be trembling tremendously. It had been long since he’d felt like this. Alone, lost and desperate. A sense there wasn’t much else he could do, and that all he did didn’t seem to work. And as every single second passed without you there by his side, his anxiety multiplied by millions.

The rain now poured, as if the sky was about to fall down. People rushed around, their umbrellas doing nothing to shield them from the water, and coats and jackets getting drenched as they looked for shelter. He was driving desperately, looking for anything, any sign, any indication that you were safe. He checked his phone for messages from Vanessa, or a call from his brothers he had begged for help.

Dick had called his colleagues, giving them Yn’s description, asking them to keep an eye out. Tim and Stephanie were looking for you in every camera they would hack in the city, and Damian was probably begging rats and insects to lead him Yn’s way.

A lighting strike hit the ground and illuminated the sky. And then he saw it.

Hidden in the darkened entrance of a now closed store, sat on the floor, curled down in a corner, was a girl. A bright orange suitcase laying beside her, a blue backpack resting on her side, as she had her face shoved between her knees. Shaking, from cold and tears. A girl that couldn’t be anyone but you.

He stopped the car without thinking. Without caring if there was anyone behind him on the road. He just wanted to get to you. Stepping out, he felt the rain soak his head and his shirt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that he’d found you. Shouting into Gotham’s dark and gloomy night, he called her name and rushed to your side.

Her head bobbed up as quickly as he ran, and it searched around for the voice was coming from. When she realized it was him, she pulled herself up from the floor swiftly and into Jason’s arms, tangling her own around his waist and letting her face fall into his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt quicker than rain had done, and she shook in his hold and her loud sobs filled Jason’s ears.

His heart broke in one million pieces. The sight of her crying once again, too much for him to handle. He couldn’t even care for the harsh way in which she had slammed against his body, he was just glad you were there. Safe and in his arms. Thus, he held closer and tight, one hand caressing her nape and he left soft kisses at her temples.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed. “I’m here, okay? I’m here. You don’t need to cry anymore.”

Vanessa and Dale didn’t take long to arrive, but Yn didn’t stop crying even after they arrived there. The two girls, tangled in a tight embrace, cried on each other’s shoulders and the rain dropped as heavy as their tears did. Jason, on the other hand, tried to dry his eyes without anyone noticing, wiping the sleeve of his shirt on his face and turning away.

“You gave that man a good punch out there,” Dale’s raspy voice began by his side, bringing his attention away from the walls. “I would’ve done just about the same if it was my girl who was kicked out like that. Your girl should be happy she has you.” He tapped Jason’s shoulder, that way boys always do, and Jason let out a chuckle.

His girl. Yn was as much his girl as he owned the moon, and yet, he couldn’t make himself correct him.

“I just hope she will be fine.”

“I’ve heard she’s a strong one,” she chimed.

“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile. “My girl really is.”

Watching the two girls, he noticed Vanessa wipe Yn’s tears away, pushing her away then bringing her back into another hug that made Yn give out a teary laugh. She seemed to have calmed down, as no more tears ran down frenetically down her cheeks and her breathing seemed to have eased. Jason, then, decided to walk closer, with the other man trailing just behind. Yn soon took notice, as she gave him a smile as he approached.

“Are you gonna be fine?” Vanessa asked, rubbing a hand over her arm.

“I don’t know,” Yn answered. Her voice was weak, hoarse and fragile. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Jason noticed her chin restart to tremble, and he was about to hug her again if Vanessa wasn’t closer and quicker. Over her friend’s shoulder, Yn’s teary eyes caught his, staring at him sadly. Pulling away from the hug, Vanessa made an offer.

“I can make some space in my apartment for you. It isn’t big but I guess I make it fit, right?”

Giving her friend a soft smile, Yn appeared to agree.

“No!” Jason protested, louder than he had hoped. “I have a spare room. I was planning on fixing it for our baby, but you can stay there. It’s yours. Besides, it would be more practical,” he explained. “I can easily take you to appointments, or even for work. I wouldn’t mind. And when the baby arrives, I can help you with taking care of it.”

He eyed Yn hopefully. “C’mon. I’m the baby’s dad. I wouldn’t be right if I didn’t help you out.”

“I just don’t wanna be a bother,” Yn said.

“Yn, you could never bother me,” he stated.

Staring at her, Jason waited expectantly. He knew she was weighing every option and considering every mild detail. But he just wanted her to say yes. He wanted to have her near. It wasn’t just convenient, it was necessary. To him it was. To have her close meant to always know if her and the baby were alright, safe and taken care of. He wouldn’t worry if she had arrived home, or if she had gotten sick at work. He would know. Because he would be there.

Yn took her time thinking, while Jason agonized in his spot. He had built too much hope in such a short amount of time, he was scared of how he would be if she didn’t accept his proposal. After all, he was just the stranger she was having a baby with, not her best friend. But a response came out, eventually. Nodding shortly, Yn offered him a smile and a watery stare. A stare that said everything she didn’t need to voice, but that he caught anyway. Thank you.

“I’ll miss my neighbor,” Vanessa cried out, and hugged Yn tightly by her side.

“I’ll miss you too, nugget,” Yn returned. “But I’m sure Jason won’t forbid you from visiting me.”

“Would I even have the chance to?” Jason asked playfully.

“No!” they replied in unison, bringing out laughter out of the four of them. Even though the rain progressively got worse, finally, the mood had lightened.

Vanessa offered her jacket so Yn could get in the car without getting wet, and Jason was about to take her bags when Dale stopped him before he moved. “Take care of your girl, I’ll take the bags.”

Nodding in gratitude, Jason instead moved to your side. “Did you manage to get a lot? I mean, out of your apartment. Into your bags?”

Yn only shook her head.

“I can ask Mr. Emmons for the spare key and pick up some of your stuff,” Vanessa said, walking beside her. “He loved you, I’m sure he’d make that exception for you.”

“Are you sure?” Yn asked. “I really don’t wanna bother anyo…”

“Yn!” Jason and Vanessa scolded in unison.

“I’m sorry,” Yn let out a soft laugh. “If you want to, I won’t complain.”

It was past midnight when both Vanessa and Dale left Jason’s apartment. With them, four trash bags full of Yn’s stuff were brought in, and thus started Yn’s moving process. The girls worked on taking notes of everything that had come in the bags, and of everything there was missing. Vanessa was going to play dealer for a few days, and weirdly, she was very excited for it.

While they worked on the bags, Jason and Dale took a look at the spare bedroom. It was nearly empty, except from a few gym items and boxes laying around. With the other’s help, Jason cleared out the room, sweeping the floors and the spider webs off the walls. Also, he made a promise to find her a bed, somewhere. No one cared enough for dinner that night, and the pair left as nonchalantly as they had arrived.

“You can stay in my bedroom tonight. I’ll take the sofa,” Jason explained, once the two of them were alone. “At least until I can get you a bed.”

“It’s okay,” Yn reassured, and left him alone to take a shower.

While she readied to go to bed, Jason made sure he picked up everything he would need to sleep in the living room out of his bedroom. He didn’t want to bother her by coming in and out of it while she was there. He knew she was going to be uncomfortable enough for today, this new arrangement requiring time to get used to. So, he changed into comfortable clothes, prepped his makeshift bed with pillows and blankets, and waited for her to come out of her shower.

The faint water noises coming from the bathroom mixed with the storm sound coming from outside, creating a relaxing atmosphere he was grateful for after all the stress he’d gone through. He could only hope Yn felt as calm as he did now, that she wasn’t hiding any tears from him in her shower. But he knew it was asking for too much, she was not going to get over it this easily. She had cried a lot in the car ride to his apartment, and when he passed by the bathroom door he could hear her sniffles.

It killed him to see her like that. He’d do just about anything to make her stop hurting. Sat on the sofa, he thought about everything in his reach he could possibly attempt to do to ease her pain, but none of them were possible this late at night. However, as soon as the door opened and Yn came out, her hair wet and fresh smell spreading through the whole apartment, his thoughts emptied out to just her.

“I guess I’m going to bed now,” she shyly stated. Jason simply nodded, too stunned with how she looked in just a plain t-shirt and pajama shorts to form any coherent sentence. “Goodnight, Jay.”

“Good night, Ynie,” was all he said as he watched her close his bedroom door behind her.

“And Jay,” she suddenly reopened the door calling out for him. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”

Her soft smile was genuine, adorable, and made his stomach spin. In normal circumstances, he’d have told her she didn’t need to thank him for anything. Tonight, though, he didn’t want to argue.

“You’re welcome,” he offered her a gentle grin. But I’d make this your home even if you had yours.

Upon his return to solitude, he hoped the sounds of the night would lull him to sleep. He was tired, and on any other night he’d have dozed off easily. However, tonight wasn’t the case. Even if he closed his eyes, even if he was curled up comfortably, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He continuously rolled and rolled until he got tired of trying. So he fished for the remote in the total darkness of the room, and turned on the TV, the volume on the lowest, to see if anything in there could make him sleepy.

He had found a cartoon. One of those late night, highly inappropriate ones, and actually found it to be mildly entertaining. But the creaking sound of the door was more interesting. Lifting his head slowly to look over the back of the sofa, he found Yn peeking out of his bedroom.

“Can’t fall asleep?” he asked, and she just nodded. “Come here.”

Sitting up, he made some space for her to sit beside him, making sure he left her with the softest pillows. Adorably, she sat down and immediately pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging it protectively, and resting her chin on her own knees.

“What are you watching?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. However, his attention was now far gone from the TV. “I just put it on to distract me. See if I could fall asleep to it.”

Moments of silence followed. Yn’s focus on the cartoon, while Jason was fixed watching her. She looked so serene, it didn’t even look like she had just been kicked out by her own father. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but he feared she would get mad with how much he had asked it since they’d arrived home. He also wanted to hug her, feel the comfort of her warmth and maybe fall asleep to it, but he knew it would be too much for one single day. So, he was content with the light brushes he’d get on her skin.

“Nessie told me what you did to my dad,” she said suddenly, and Jason got nervous about what she thought of it. It was still her dad, even with all the pain he had caused. He was afraid she’d be mad at him for it. So, he had to explain himself.

“He deserved it,” he quickly added. His throat was dry, but he still insisted. “He deserved it for what he did to you. I could not…”

“I get it,” she broke him off. “It just… feels weird. I’m glad you did, but also not.”

He understood.

“I was mad at him at some point, and thought of doing it myself. But he is my dad. I don’t think I could do it if it ever came to it. Even if I collected all the anger I harvested throughout my entire life, I couldn’t lift a finger against him.”

Her head moved, now facing him with her cheek laid on her legs. Her eyes were intense, but sad. Glowing, but it wasn’t happiness.

“I get it,” he told her. “I really do.” And he continued to look at her till it gave him courage to finally ask. “Was he this bad your whole life?”

She shook her head. “He had his good moments. Few, but they were there. We just had to be doing something he’d actually be happy about.”

“He’d always make us take the classes he wanted. Go to places where he liked to go, and where his ‘friend’ could see him, you know, boast about how great his family was. Even our friends he got to pick. They had to be from church, and from rich families. People we could fawn over, grow attached to like vines. I guess he thought if we were friends with them, he would become friends with the parents, and what better than rich friends for you to parasite, right?

“I don’t even know how he let me come to Gotham in the first place. He made my sister marry young so she wouldn’t go away for college, so I don’t know how he didn’t try that on me too. I mean, he did try, but none of the guys were actually interested in pursuing me for him to insist on it… What?” he questioned when she heard him scoff.

“Why wouldn’t they be interested in you?” he let out before he knew it. Yn shyly hid her face from him before continuing.

“I kinda looked mad all the time.”

“Oh, really,” Jason mused, earning a slap on his bicep.

“I was just… an angry teenager,” he gave her a look. “And young adult too, okay?” she let out a brief laugh. “I don’t know why, I just was. Am. I don’t know. They were just always up my ass, and I guess it got me riled up. I could talk back to them, he might have killed me if I did. So I just… I just…”

“Stocked up with anger?” he finished for her.

“Yeah, I stocked up with anger. And didn’t know where to let it out,” she said, and went quiet for a while. “Was your family as insane as mine?”

“Sorta,” he scoffed. “They are wild, but not bad.”

He didn’t want to talk much, but she looked at him curiously. Almost begging him to talk.

“I was adopted when I was nine. My father had already adopted my older brother, and after me he got Tim, Steph and Cass, and then he found out he had a biological son that is just like him and annoying as shit. I’ll tell you, Damian is a lot. He adopted a cow and just told Bruce to deal with it. Kid is insane. ”

The girl looked at him baffled. A cow? Where would a middle class kid raise a cow in Gotham?

“That sounds… fun,” she gave him a big smile.

“Really?” he wondered.

“My family never did anything out of the ordinary,” she stated.

“My family doesn’t know what ordinary means,” he joked. The two of them laughed, TV show long ignored. Jason never forgot how, when she wanted it, her company could be so pleasant. He felt like she really listened to him, that she didn’t think his takes or stories were just a joke or meaningless. He actually enjoyed having her around, and hoped moments like this would become more frequent with her habiting the same place as him.

“You know,” he found the confidence to start speaking again. “I lied to you… That day at the doctor.”

Yn eyebrows frowned in a questioning look, and so, Jason continued. “I… My birth parents. I know who they are.”

He felt guilty that day. For lying so blatantly. But it was something too personal for him, something he hadn’t shared with many. It was a part of his life that still hurt him, even if years had passed, and he had finally gotten a new family. He wasn’t ready to share it then, not in front of a doctor, a total stranger. And he knew the risks of his lie. He was omitting important information for his baby’s health and future, but he wasn’t ready. In fact, he didn’t even know he was ready now. But Yn had been so honest, so open about that part of her life, one he knew now caused her much pain, that he felt the need to offer something back.

It was Yn’s soft hum that broke him from his thoughts and made him continue. “They were addicts. Very poor. I know they did the best the could to raise me, but their addiction was unstoppable. My dad started working with bad people to put food on the table. Last time I checked on him he was in jail. Might as well be dead by now, I haven’t cared to look him up.” His voice came out low, timid. A lump tightened his throat, making it hard for him to speak, but he still insisted. “My mom… She passed away. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, or if she got sick. I just remember her looking really bad.

“I was on the streets for a while, stealing tires and other things, when my father found me. He took me home, gave me food, and I haven’t left there ever since. I mean, I have my own home now, and life wasn’t easy there either, but they still are everything I have. I guess that’s why I grew attached to you so fast… I-I mean, the baby. The idea of the baby. I think I just wanted to have something that is really mine, that I can say I was the one to build and care for. My own family. I just got excited, you know. Let me show you something.”

Avoiding the tears by a millisecond, Jason stood up from his place and went to his closet. There, in the same place he had left it ever since he had bought it, he took the deep brown romper, with cute little ears and an even cuter fluffy tail. He saw it just a few days after Yn came to his apartment with the news he was going to be a dad, just as the idea started to settle in. He hadn’t told his brother, nor his father. The idea just lingering in his head, and once he found it on-line, he had to get it. He proudly got his baby’s first outfit on a whim. But it was too perfect to let it pass, and it was on sale too. It must have been a sign.

Walking fast back to the living room, he dropped at her side on the bouncy cushion. “I got this on-line I think two weeks ago. I thought it was adorable and I just needed to have it. I saw so many babies wearing those on the internet that I couldn’t stop picturing my own baby in one of them. Strolling around, you know. Stumbling on his, or hers, steps, or crawling around in it. Like an actual bear,” he let out a laugh, admiring the garment in his hand.

When he turned to look at Yn, though, he found her eyes watery. Her chin trembled as she bit her bottom lip, an attempt at making it stop. Jason wondered if he had said something wrong. If he had hurt her unknowingly. His own heart started to beat like crazy, bleeding pain upon her painful expression. “Yn? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!”, she cut him before he could finish. She dried her eyes with her hand and continued, “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day, Jay. I’m gonna head to bed.”

Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she might as well have run back to the bedroom. Her sniffles, barely audible. She left him alone, to his own torturing thoughts of what he might’ve just done to make her react like this. Or was it just the hormones? Did pregnant women just act like this?

No matter the answer, he stood in the darkness of the night and in the coldness of the rain. But the lingering burn of her kiss on his skin kept him warm, and could finally sleep soundly.

Sunday was quiet, and Nessie had spent the whole day by your side. Not much talking happened between you, her, or Jason. You just hung around, in silent company.

Jason, somehow, had gotten you a bed, and he and Dale, who had stopped by per Nessie’s request, built it in an instant. The room that was now to be yours wasn’t large, but it was enough. You had to learn to leave with enough now. Jason told you he would help you decorate as you wished, even though he had just painted the walls white in expectation of the baby’s gender. He sounded like he was full of ideas for a nursery, excitedly talking about items he had seen on-line or at stores. Nessie joked he might be the one nesting, and not you.

She left early this time, and your dinner with Jason was shared in silence. The two of them had tried to convince you to call in sick at work on Monday, to try to relax a bit more. Let your new reality sink in. But you knew you couldn’t. Sandra needed you, and you needed the distraction.

When morning came, the sun rays hit you straight in the face, the lack of curtains allowing the room to be bright and warm even if it was still early. You came out still in your pajamas, and immediately the smell of food filled your nose. The past few weeks of your pregnancy made you slightly wary of the smell’s potential to make you sick, but it was impossible to deny it smelled good and tasty.

“Good morning,” Jason greeted with a beaming smile. He seemed to be ready to head out to work. “I made you some breakfast. I’ve already eaten.”

“You got me feeling like a baby with all this food and stuff,” you commented. But it was true, he had been doing just about everything to make you feel comfortable and at home in his apartment.

“Hey! You are a baby,” he stated, and you scoffed. “At least while you don’t deliver my baby, you’re baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him, unable to hold back a smile. “Anyway, I have to go now. Are you really going to work today?” he asked. You just nodded. “Okay…” he breathed out. “If you need anything. And I mean, anything, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be ready to answer you whenever.”

“You don’t have to worry, Jay,” you started, but one notification from your phone stole your attention briefly. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

Jason looked at you as if he didn’t believe your words. His deep blue eyes boring into yours as if he tried to catch your lie in them. With a deep and long exhale, he accepted, or at least he pretended, that you would be fine without him. “Still, call me, okay?”

“I will,” you promised. “But I don’t think I’ll need to.”

Sitting on the island stool, you took a look at the meal he had prepared you. It really did look as delicious as it smelled. But you suddenly weren’t hungry.

You watched him pick up his bags, put on his shoes and leave. The guilt eating at your chest the entire time. He waved you goodbye with a large grin, happy to be starting his week it seemed. Yet, this morning, you struggled. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat with the notification staring right at you. A memory of your darkest hour.

Picking up your phone, you read it one more time.

Clinic girl Are you still going to schedule your abortion appointment?

It still stung as strong as it did minutes ago, when you first saw it on your screen. Your mind battled with the idea, even though you knew your answer very well. The smell of the food suddenly was making you sick, and your appetite, by this point, had completely vanished. Rubbing at your temples, you decided on putting an end to it.

You It won’t be necessary.

Putting your phone away, you got up to change. And you changed quickly, just like your life had done. Quick and sharp like an arrow, or an assassin’s blade. Changing everything in its course. Soon, you were closing the apartment’s door behind you, taking one last glimpse of what your life had become. Of what your future was going to be. You and him. Your baby soon to come in.

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drulalovescas · 22 days

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Listen. I'm not exactly optimistic about the canon reciprocation in the revival. Like NOT. AT. ALL. OPTIMISTIC. The CW show Supernatural burnt me wayyyy too many times. However.

Imagine that Jensen Ross Ackles actually brings the show back. even though the story seems to be finished???? Because they're all kinda permanently dead this time???? So. Storywise there is no point in bringing it back. The story is done. Unless…you wanna fix things??? So.

Imagine that Jensen Ross Ackles brings it back. After all the bad press the show got for burying their gays. for not letting Dean respond. With there currently being so many different, actually good shows that are doing the queer rep right. And getting tons of attention and praise for it. So again.

Imagine that Jensen Ross Ackles actually brings Supernatural back ... only to make Dean Winchester tell Cas "sorry buddie, I don't love you THAT way." Just to make Dean Winchester NOT reciprocate. Or. Just to NOT address the confession AT ALL. Lmao.

Like…

Who would do that in this economy???! And why????!!

So. what I’m trying to say is, if Jensen Ross Ackles didn’t wanna „go there,” didn’t wanna „open the Pandora Box” wouldn’t it be logical and most importantly wiser to just be like Elsa and let it go????

Obviously. who am I to assume that Jensen Ross Ackles actually wants to do the logical, wiser and more profitable thing. He might just wanna be Dean Fucking Winchester one more time, consequences be damned. which is fair. i get it.

It’s just… it would be REALLY TRULLY [redacted] [deleted] [omitted] to bring the show back in order to bury your gays even deeper and anger and/or alienate your HUGE queer fanbase even more. the fanbase that you still heavily profit off via conventions etc etc.

It would be REALLY TRULLY [redacted] [deleted] [omitted] to bring the show back and not let Dean Winchester kiss the angel of the Lord Castiel stupid.

#i feel like I'm putting way too much thought into the revival that may actually never happen #lmao #it's just that i actually think it will happen #and even though I trust NO ONE (well maybe except Misha) to do right by us in regards to Destiel #I also reallllllyyyy don't see how they can bring the show back #and fuck things up even more #even though I know they can #and probably will #supernatural #destiel #jensen ackles #dean winchester #castiel #spn #revival that may be

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asmolfolk · 1 year

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Look who is back? Back with some headimagines... (?) Yeah. This time with 3 characters... All of them being humans in SNV... Buuut, the next one I'm doing is going to have 7 characters [Gods] I'm very happy to see that my last post about Snv x reader got 500+ likes, thank you all very much! Hope you all like this one too! And also, I might do a part 2 of the Snv as boyfriends, after all, we got some others interessing characters to see. Disclamer: Reader as a Human [GN]

The Humans noticing that they are in love.

They had a good number of partners, wifes or whatsoever... But, when they meet you - they trully had falled in love.

Qin Shi Huang

[TW: Reader being someone from the Future uuuuh]

Qin Shi Huang had a wife and numerous concubines. He knows love, he knows lust, he knows passion… He knows and can actually understand those feelings very well.

After his win, he was being treated and started to look at some people… But, he couldn’t find the ones he was looking for… Unfortunately…

But then, he met you… Yes, meet you - The one and only human from 2000+ or less. He was quite surprised to see you… Like, those outfits seem comfortable… Can he try it?

He would be so INVESTED in knowing you better, especially to understand why you died!... After all, this future seems like a paradise, doesn't it?

He was surprised when you explained what got wrong in your path… And why you decided to do it, you weren’t caring about that matter… It was like, saying ‘I like [animal]’. You were already dead and maybe, the human race is going extinct… So what’s the point of hiding? - Your answer made him… Speechless.

He never thought that people were so depressed… He is rethinking a lot of his decisions… Did he do that accidentally? No? Yes?

Well- After all those talks, he felt a sort of connection with you… Yes, in that little time. He wasn’t someone that needed a lot of things to fall in love with… So, he actually liked your company a lot and started to always be at your side. He watched the others fight at your side.

Holding your hand, he would bluntly say “...I love you, let’s get married!”

…Well, you are in the afterlife… Why not get married and show some love to those gods? After all, the goddess of Marriage and the goddess of Love will be by your side… I guess-

Other headcanon [TW: Death.]

You two meet in life… But, why? Why did you accept being at his side?... It was only for love. You loved him and with that love, you swore to protect and to be loyal forever… You were his guard, his favorite… But wasn’t his lover.

He accepted you, but not your love… He didn’t know, after all.

You spend all your life years by his side, fighting, helping, caring… You tried to be the best for him… To try to make his eyes be locked on you - poor you, you never got the chance…

They [Concubines and Wifes] always seemed to get more attention than you, which made you wish to be one of them. You wanted to be more than a guard, a friend… But, no… You wouldn’t.

Before you could ask for this, you would die… And you knew that.

You sighed… You were 31 days in a crazy sickness, no doctor seemed to know what was happening to you. No doctor seemed to know how to heal you… With that, the last doctor declared that you were probably going to die from that sickness.

Qin Shi Huang was right by your side when he heard that… He was holding your hand tightly - as he wasn’t letting the gods take your soul.

“You are sure…?” He asked the doctor, not wanting to wait more.

“I’m super sorry, my lord… But, it seems to be the truth here… But, they probably have some more days…” As Qin and the doctor talked, you could only look at his face… Admire the last time you could see him “I’m going to leave you two alone.”

As the doctor was away, Qin stared at you… He was silent for a good minute… Before he started.

“You… Are dying…” He repeated, those words coming broken out of his mouth.

“...Yes, it seems like I am.” You confirmed, he was surprised that you weren’t reacting like him - worried. “...Qin, I know I’m dying right now… And I probably don’t look like the best option to… You know, get married and-”

“What are you saying?! You are still beautiful…” He answered quickly.

“...I wanted to say… I love you, I feel things for you that a guard shouldn’t… That a Friend shouldn’t.” You closed your eyes, waiting for his answer... If only your eyes were open - You would see his flustered face, how surprised he was!

“...I… Feel the same way.”

The declaration was the last thing you thought that you would do… But no. He got married to you, made a whole ceremony for your wedding… And then, your funeral. At least, you could spend the rest of your days with him.

Unfortunately, you waited until your death to do so.

They never thought about romance, but they had standard... And you meet all of them, congrats - They are in love with you or better, you and science don't get off his head.

Nikola Tesla

[TW: Nikola being oblivious to himself]

Let's get one thing straight: Nikola always had some eye for... Partners. He was never interested in love, always occupied with his work - Let's say that he loved his work. Nikola never thought too much about it, as some wikis say - 'He dedicated all his life to scientific work and he couldn’t let his thoughts “wander” into romantic fantasies.'

Okay, firstly… He wouldn’t notice it at all. Nikola never thought too much about love only when some journalist started asking him about his lovelife and everything… Or even, asking if he had someone special. For some reason, you were the one that appeared on his mind… But why? Why you? Maybe it was the way that you made it clear - not only to him but to anyone else that you had your priorities, that you studied hard to accomplish what you were nowadays… To show your intelligence, even in such a hard era for a woman, you were there. You and him had a lot of intelligent and thoughtful talks… It was amazing for him. He couldn’t quite notice, but he was waiting to meet you again every day. But for him to notice? Well, that wasn’t easy. If you didn’t confess to him first - it would be in one [different] way. He noticed that he could remember all of your features… Even a dot - That you were in his mind as much as math!... Well, he noticed that something was wrong with that, he tried to ask you in a way that wasn’t too obvious.

“Look… I will give you an example that a… Friend of mine is passing by, alright?” Yes, he used the ‘Friend that isn’t him, believe it please’ trick.

“...Hm… Seems like gossip… Loved it, tell me everything!” You joked and just waited for his words.

“...Well, my Friend is thinking a lot about this one person… And like, this person is almost 100% of the time on his mind! His work and this person are frequently topics… He always tries to give up sometime to be with that person, even if he is with too much work because… This person seems to calm him down, just to be around… This person was enough to make my Friend calm.“ You were surprised, you never thought that this would happen…

“Oh… My… You are truly gossiping!! Okay, okay… That seems like… Love, yeah, he is in love.” You answered right away making Nikola be in complete shock “So does this person know? Because, like, depending on their reaction… They can be in love with him too.”

“...It’s complicated… They seem like really good friends.”

“Some things seem one way but aren’t like that completely, you should know that, Dear Nikola.”

His mask falled, he couldn’t bear to think anymore. Hearing your nicknames, your words… Everything was repeating in his mind… Do you have the same thought? Do you love him too?

He was in shock at first, but everything seemed to make sense after finding out about love. He could only smile to himself, thinking about a way to… Show this love for you.

Nikola notices it now, the reason why he feels his heart drops when he sees you sad - why he feels happy when you are, why he wants to see you happy and well… Why does he think about you all the time. He wants you, but - he wouldn’t force himself on you - He needed to form a good confession.

So, he would start to make a lot of mathematical accounts to see which version would work the best or, the one that was chosen by the math… [Spinning wheel, is that you?]

In a resume, if you don’t clarify to him that what he is feeling is love - he may not ever know, only if his curiosity speaks louder. He doesn’t care about those feelings too much, so… Yeah, he can just spend the rest of his love without knowing that he loved you- But one thing is sure, he would try to search and understand more of this feeling before knowing what that was - he knew love, of course, but never thought too much about it… And, as he is planning, a nice relationship with you would need his understandment about love, relationship and stuff.

When confessing.

Nikola was on his desk, writing something that seemed important on some papers. He was tired, but not enough to make him sleep.

He heard your steps and quickly said "You may come in." before you could ask anything, he let you in. As you entered, you noticed how tired he looked… And quickly runned to him.

"Nikola?! Are you alright?" You asked as you were at his side "You seem so tired… Did you work all day?" You touched his face, taking off his attention completely… He looked at you as you kept talking about his well-being.

You were worrying, touching his face and showing so much love and affection… He didn't want to confess yet… But he couldn't hide it.

"I love you." He said, without hesitation or regrets "I was thinking about it for the past months… I couldn't sleep properly today… I had prepared some… Things… For this confession, but… I couldn't bring myself to lie about what I'm passing."

You didn't make him wait for an answer, kissing him as a yes… That was the start of this romantic math exercise.

Only experience love once and it was false, they thought that love was dead... Until they meet you - Unfortunely, was so late... My fair lady, they wouldn't let you mix with their sickness.

Jack The Ripper

[Tw: Angst - Reader is called by 'My fair lady'.]

Jack didn't know that someone could be so gentle on the inside and outside, he is totally obsessed with your colors, he doesn't really want to kill you - Your colors are beautiful without him doing a thing or so. But, his mother was like that too… So would you change with him? SHORT ANSWER, NO. You didn't change with him at all, even if you were bored or angry, you still treated him right and when you did something wrong, you apologized deeply. He thinks that you are a pure soul, someone that the gods send to try to "fix" him. Yet, he doesn't want that… The thing is that, there's nothing wrong with what he does (In his head, at least) and yes with his past, but that was necessary for him to show true and pure faith, painting everyone with the most beautiful color ever. All he - Jack - wants is to help keep your good soul, so when someone tries to get advantage on you - He kills, no question asked… He just straight up kills that person. He knows that he wasn't supposed to do this, but what could he do when you were his muse? No one would let their lover die… Even if that "lover" didn't know about this 'relationship'. He wouldn't let you know about his own feelings, he wouldn't want you to dirty your mind or hands knowing that he kills. That he is full of malice. Because of that, you may tell people about your friend… And maybe about the people who died mysteriously - After all, you didn't know that The Ripper was responsible for those acts.

"Hmm… I'm so tired!" You said, while letting the book (that Jack was teaching you with) fall to the ground "Why is that so complicated?!"

"Don't worry, my fair lady… Is going to be over soon." Jack said with a short laugh, he nodded with his head as you groaned "I know, it can be pretty hard."

"Hmph! It's as hard as a rock, I don't want to study more - Can we do something else, pretty please?" You knew that Jack couldn't say no to you? Or you just tried anything that came to your mind? Either way, you succeeded.

The both of you were watching some plays in the theater.

He - since the beginning knows what this feeling is and - will try to make you never "break" this perfect figure (And that way is, of course, killing those who dare lay a hand on you.)

He wouldn't confirm it in his life, he wouldn't dare to say it to you… Especially when you were so happy about marriage, husband, work or traveling. He doesn't want you to believe that he was the perfect person, because he isn't - After all, he doesn't think that someone would be down to have a serial killer boyfriend.

He wants the best for you.

When confessing.

But there he was, the winner of humanity… That was treated poorly by his own race. He smiled through all the pain he felt, it was the only thing he could do… But then… You appeared in front of him, you looked so… Young, different from him… And your colors were - still - so beautiful…

Jack couldn't process what was happening… You were in front of him, looking at him with dreamy yet so mature eyes.

"...Jack!" You were the first one to speak, hugging him, not caring about the blood, tomatoes or anything else. "You're the winner…!"

Jack smiled a bit, hugging you close, not wanting to let you go. " My fair lady… You're still so young…"

"...I- Well… I was considered a witch and burned… Because of knowledge… Or something" As you explain, Jack is still holding you close.

"...I'm sorry, [Your name]... If I had stopped you…"

"It's alright, Jack… At least it was fun… It was better than other women's lives… Oh! I meet some of the "new generation"! It seems so nice to actually study and have some rights!" As you spoke to Jack, you noticed how tired and sick he looked… He only smiled when he noticed you looking at him with worry.

"...I love you." He said it, after a whole life against that… He said it. He admitted that he loves you, that he wants you… After all, he is not the same…

"...I- I love you too!"

And you just made everything worth again… As darkness surrounded him.

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fleemotional · 8 months

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What if Giyuu Tomioka had a said "slut" teammate, and it was you

CW : slight nsfw, nudity, allusion to sexual acts

You and Giyuu were checking into the hotel you were staying at for the night. It was your first mission with him ever. Every other hashira had told you he was great at work but very awkward socialy, something which didn't really bothered you. You could enjoy some silent rest for once. Giyuu came back from the counter holding two kews. He handed one to you.

"- I asked for seperate rooms.

- What ? It's not the procedure.

- I just thought it would be better.

- Why ? Do hashiras can not sleep next to subordinates ?"

He sighed and seemed to hesitate pursuing the conversation.

"- Obviously not.

- Then why ?"

Giyuu was a man of few words, but he trully started to search for them.

Suddenly, your eyes darkened in realization. You have the dirty reputation of sleeping with every slayer you go on a mission with, and it must have repell him enough to pay extra to be away from you.

Giyuu noticed your sudden agitation and gave you a questioning look. You stared at him very defensively.

"- I know what people say about me. I made a couple of mistakes, I had a couple of good times, it's the way of life. When you do this job, you're allowed to cope however you want. In the end, I am an incredible fighter, and that's all that matters. You don't have the right of being disgusted by me."

The man seemed utterly confused, as if he had no idea of what you were talking about, than seemed to connect the dots. He jumped two feet back in surprise and bowed to you immediatly.

"- I... I am blantly sorry ... It never occured to me that you might find my decision offensive. I was just worried about crossing your boundaries. I never went on a mission with a women before and I wanted to offer you some privacy."

You paused in disbelief. Never even one of your partners ever cared about this. As the rumors grew, they stopped caring about you at all. Tears started to prickle your eyes. Giyuu noticied and approached you to soflty put his hand on your shoulder.

"- Oh God, no, please don't cry. I am terrible with crying people ..."

The honest panic in his voice quickly cheered you up.

"- No no, it's okay. Those are tears of ... joy.

- I ... I don't understand."

You paused to look him in the eyes with a soft smile on your face.

"- You are unbelievably kind and sweet."

Giyuu frooze, his face turning entirely red.

"- In fact, yes, I could use some privacy. Thank you."

You approached your hand to claim your key and he almost tried to dodge it, as if your touch would have burnt him.

"- Gr... great ! I'm happy if you're happy."

His last sentenced made him even more embarrassed. He handed you your key.

"- 7AM tomorrow morning ?

- Y... yes."

On those words you headed to your room. After settling, you decided to go for a bath. You took off your uniform and put on the bathrobe offered with the room. You hesitated a minute about bringing your sword with you. It was kinda ridiculous and could scare away other people, but you never felt safe enough to not keep it at hand. You decided to take it.

As you found the baths, you realized the man and woman baths were next to each other, seperated by a bamboo wall. It was a way for hotels to cut their expenses, you were used to it, it didn't really bothered you. You were mostly happy to see that their was nobody else. You could take a long relaxing bath alone. You took off your bathrobe. Trying to put your sword in a safe place, you dropped it by mistake.

"- Ouch !

- y/n ? Is that you ?"

It was Giyuu's voice. It came from behind the bamboo wall. Obviously, you HAD to take your baths at the same time.

"- Y...Yes.

- Are you okay ?

- Yes. I just dropped my sword on my foot.

- Oh. Ouch indeed."

There was an awkward silence. Down goes your relaxing lonely bath ... You felt his presence, so near, as you were so naked and so vulnerable.

"- Do you want me to leave ?

- No. No, it's okay. There is a wall ..."

He didn't seemed really convinced by what he said. You nodded silently, halfly accepting your fate and started to walk into the water. You sank in, sitting at the bottom and staring at the bamboo wall in front of you. The warm water really didn't helped you cool down.

"- It is weird ... to know the other is here, isn't it ?

- A bit, yes."

Your imagination started to wander.

You remembered this scene of Kyojuro and Tengen training. Seeing a hashira without a shirt is a THING that marks, but what about a naked one ...

You were about to shove down your naughty thoughts when one rose on top : how easy it would be for you to slice away that wall and ravish what was behind it.

No. Nope. That's it.

"- I am leaving."

As you stood up, you heard the water mooving in the room next to you as well. You started to imagine his body. You had to go out and fast.

"- No. Don't. I will.

- It's okay, you were here first, finish your bath. I'll just wait.

- No, I was almost finished anyway.

- I insist !"

You ran out of the water, messily put on your bathrobe and grabbed your sword on the way out.

As you violently opened the door to run away, you heard a loud noise on your left, where the door leading to the man's bath was.

You turned your head to see Giyuu doing the exact same thing as you : running away, wearing only a bathrobe, entirely wet, and staring at you.

You got stunned by the view of his wet loose hair, water drippin on his muscular torso poorly covered by his bathrobe ... but then you realized that if you could see his, he could most definitely see yours.

You grabbed both side of your bathrobe, maintaining it close up to your throat, but Giyuu didn't snapped out of his staring. He wasn't staring at your cleavage, he was staring right into your eyes.

(i'll probably do a part 2 so stay tuned)

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strangers in the rain. (new version)

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader (+ dino x fem!reader)

genre: angst | fluff | comfort | kinda enemies to lovers!au

wc: 2.3k

ib: doom at your service.

Who said that first loves never work out?

You were overcome with the desire to find that person who said that, and kill them right away. Why did they have to be that true with their words? Although, it wasn't their fault that your first love didn’t work out, it was something that your still wanted to do.

Because you couldn’t kill your first love.

But then again, you might not even have the strength and energy to kill him if you even met him once again. You weren’t ready.

You were sitting on the stairs in front of your first love’s apartment, crying like a baby for four hours straight. Your broken heart was hurting painfully, so what could you do if not cry? Even rain started to pour, collocating together with your sadness and despair.

“You’re in the way.” suddenly, you heard someone’s cold voice talking above you.

‘What?’ you felt an uncomfortable pain in your chest as the barrage of thoughts became to pressure you.

Many people were going into or out of this building, not paying any attention to you sitting here, so why did that one person have to niggle at you sitting here, when you weren't even taking that much space.

The unfamiliar voice made you raise your head slowly, trying to identify the person standing in front of your eyes. The man that you saw with her blurred vision, distorted by the rain and tears, showed no emotion on his face, while simply looking down at your fragile figure.

“You’re in the way.” he reprised harshly, “I can’t go in if you sit here like that.” his hands were gripping tightly onto the black umbrella that was keeping him dry from the rain.

“O-oh..” you babbled, quickly raising your arm and wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your (already) wet hoodie, and an unaudiable “I’m sorry.” left your lips, while moving to the side of the stairs, wanting to make some space for the man in front of you.

“Why are you crying?” the man spoke one more time with his honey-like voice.

“Excuse me for being rude, but I think it’s none of your business, sir.” you replied severely, annoyed by the fact that the boy still hasn’t moved from his spot, and still stood in front of you.

He snorted under his breath, after hearing that you called him ‘sir’.

“You’ve been sitting here like an idiot for almost 4 hours, waiting for that boy, with no one caring why you’re sitting here, even when you deeply hope that someone will ask you and you’ll be able to tell them about it.” the stranger said, with his eyes still fixed on your small figure, “But when someone finally ask you a simple question, you act like a child and decide to bite back. And for your information, I’m not that old to be called 'a sir.' ”

“Okay, Mr. I know everything. Perhaps I’m sitting here like an idiot, as you said, because I was deeply hoping that one person for which I trully care, decides to maybe also care more about me.” you paused for a second, and then looked down while letting a small sigh of disappointment, “I guess you’re actually right. I am an idiot.”

Even if you didn't want to accept it, he was right.

The man still had his eyes glued to your silhouette for some seconds, then let out a small sigh and with one of his hands in his coat, he moved the umbrella above your head, even when it meant that he was the one who’s going to get wet now.

When you finally noticed that rain suddenly stopped pouring on your body, you looked up at him, eyes filled with confussion. The boy took one of your hands, and put the hold of the umbrella into it, which you immediately wanted to give back, but he didn’t let you.

You felt confused, totally lost in her thoughts. You didn’t know why that stranger decided to act like this towards you.

But the sweet stranger knew something more about all of this situation that you were unfortunately dragged into.

Because Yoon Jeonghan knew and had seen everything, just from the other perspective.

“Mind telling me the right reason why you’re here?” Jeonghan muttered, with his eyes resting on your red from crying face.

He was studying it for the past few minutes, trying to catch every single emotion that appeared on your face. It was really easy for him as he did that many times with the others, unless you.

Your face didn’t show anything. Like anything at all.

“It’s.. about my boyfriend. He just left me, and left the country without even saying anything to me.” finally, you started to narrate the whole story, while playing with your fingers, “I wanted to meet him before he leaves, but he didn’t reply to any of my texts. He was acting so weird when he messaged me last time. I couldn’t figure out what was going on..” you mumbled, burying your face into your arms that were resting on your knees, still holding the black umbrella.

As soon as Jeonghan heard that, he pursed his lips together while looking away for a second, as he immediately called the memory off.

a few months ago.

“Hyung~ Come on! Do it for me.” Chan whined, with his phone in his hands, sitting on the floor next to Jeonghan’s bed, “I’m too nervous to talk to her. There’s no way I can do it. Oh come on~” the boy observed Jeonghan’s face as he was scrolling through something on his phone, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

“Why should I say something you should say? No.” Jeonghan replied, not even looking at him once.

“I don’t know what I should say, that’s why!” Chan explained himself, slightly raising his voice, “What do I say?” the younger one added.

“Just tell her the truth.” Jeonghan said shortly, “She is worth it.”

Chan raised himself up, moving closer to Jeonghan, “How can I do that? I could never! It’s way too humiliating.” the boy said, “Ah, damn it!” he cursed under his breath as he moved away from the older boy, “This is all your fault!” Dino yelled, while pointing at Jeonghan.

“Pardon? How is it even my fault?” the older boy widened his eyes a little, turning off his phone and looking at the younger one, confused, “It’s not my fault that you lost your temper, and said that you’re going to study abroad without even telling your girlfriend anything, just because your friends teased you.” Jeonghan poured out, slightly getting annoyed by Chan's careless ways of doing some things.

“It was because those jerks were debating on whether I’ll attend any college or not, while bringing up my 6th place at the dance competition in 9th grade! And..” he stopped for a second, letting out a sigh, “Ah, nevermind. It’s still your fault.” Chan added, while watching Jeonghan’s impassive behavior.

“Oh come on, hyung!” the younger one yelled one more time, while sticking out his hand with the phone on it.

Jeonghan, not being able to take it anymore, put his hand out lazily, and Chan quickly approached him, and placed his phone carefully on the boy’s hand. He made himself next to Jeonghan, crouching down next to his bed.

y/n <3:

you keep leaving me on seen.

are you really going to japan?

where are u?

are u ignoring me or what?

yah!

lee chan answer me right now

Jeonghan read through the messages, and stared at them for a second, before typing something on the keyboard of Chan's phone.

dino(saur) <3:

sorry for not telling you before.

y/n <3:

let’s meet somewhere

and talk about it in person

please

The older boy turned his head slightly, looking at the worried boy next to him, “Will you meet her?” he asked, to which the Chan widened his eyes and quickly responded, “No! Let’s just get past today by now. I’m going to fix everything later anyways.”

Jeonghan sighed at the younger one’s reply, trully disappointed. He didn’t like the way how he acted towards her, and how he was creating so many excuses while making everything even worse. But for another time, he just started typing something.

dino(saur) <3:

sorry, but i can’t right now.

y/n <3:

i’ll be there in 15 minutes

come out

chan please

dino(saur) <3:

no, don’t come.

i can’t go out now.

y/n <3:

i don’t care

i’m gonna wait until u come

dino(saur) <3:

y/n.

i can’t.

y/n <3:

dude omg

ure so annoying

wait

why do u suddenly use correct grammar

use punctuation

don’t make shortcuts

call me by 'y/n' and not any pet name

and don’t make any typos

chan, u feeling okay?

Jeonghan looked at your messages, his face twisted in a grimace, then turned his head once again to Chan, “You’re not using correct grammar? And you make typos?” he asked, quite shocked by the maknae.

“Yeah,” the boy replied casually, but suddenly he widened his eyes open and looked at his friend, “Oh my god, no, no, no, no. Did she catch on?” he looked over Jeonghan’s hand, noticing all of the messages that Jeonghan wrote, that were written perfectly.

The boy winced, letting out a groan as he looked at Jeonghan once again, “Couldn’t you make any mistakes? Hyung!~ Seriously?!”

Jeonghan sighed, slightly cringing at the boy’s words, “Aish.. That school you attented didn’t teach you anything.” he muttered under his breath, as he looked at the chat one more time.

y/n <3:

chan

please be honest with me now

are u breaking up with me?

if u won’t respond i’m going to take this as a yes.

The older boy slightly panicking, quickly turned the phone off, and tossed it over to the boy next to him, with anxiety buzzing in his veins.

“From now, you have to decide.” he mumbled as he grabbed his own phone from the bed, and got up, probably trying to find Joshua as fast as he could so that he could help him escape from the younger one.

“What?” the confused boy looked at Jeonghan in shock, “Yah, hyung! Where are you going?!” he got up quickly, eager to follow Jeonghan but the boy had already run away from the room.

Chan hasn’t moved from his spot, thinking about what he should text Min.

And if it was even necessary to reply.

back to the present time.

“Do you really like him that much?” Jeonghan snorted as he muttered in lower voice, what made you immediately raised up your head.

“Excuse me?” you snarled while looking at him, confused by his words.

“Everyone knows that you’re waiting for the boy from the 10th floor.”

Your grip immediately tightened around the hold of the umbrella, as you let out a small scoff, “So everyone already knows, but not the one that should know about that, huh?” you looked away, trying to hold back the tears that have already started to appear in the corners of your eyes once again.

“He’s not even here.” Jeonghan said coldly, and you could feel how a shiver ran down youe spine. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or actually from the way he talked. “He went to Japan for his college a few months ago. Then why are you waiting for him here?” the boy lied, as he perfectly knew that Chan was soundly asleep now, after his long dance practice.

“Then where else should I wait for him, huh?” you started, and you could already feel and hear how your voice began to break a bit, “This is the only spot where I can wait for him. It’s the only place I know.”

Jeonghan had his eyes settled on your face for the whole time, “And what if you’ll see him. What will you say?” the boy tilted his head, while narrowing his eyes.

You hesitated for a second before spilling out quietly, “I don’t know.. I feel empty, and I’m just sad. About everything.” you bit your lower lip nervously.

The boy let out a sigh, “What’s making you feel sad?” Jeonghan gave you another question, what made your breath tremble.

You were acting stupid.

“We haven’t even had a proper date yet..” you started, “We haven’t had a sleepover together, we haven’t bought matching outfits yet.. and we haven’t even kissed yet..” and right after saying the last sentence, you completely broke down in front of the stranger, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

Jeonghan couldn’t watch you in this state. Even if he didn’t want to, his heart was aching painfully every time as he saw how hurt you were just because of Chan.

You deserved more. The boy felt like he had to do something. Now.

‘I’m seriously going to regret this.’ he thought to himself, as he let out a small hum before lowering himself, and quickly moving closer to you. 'But I don’t care.'

Soon after, he placed one of his hand on your cheek and his soft lips met together with yours, collapsing them in a gentle, but overfilled with emotions, sweet kiss.

And that’s how you remembered your first kiss. It was with that stranger. It all tasted like rain, mixed together with your tears and that weird feeling deep inside your stomach.

But you already knew right then and there, that you won’t be able to avoid him or his love.

After a while, Jeonghan pulled away from you, and looked deeply into her cat-shaped eyes. But as soon as he did that, he felt like he was almost about to lose his breath as he finally saw how beautiful it was.

Jeonghan didn’t regret anything.

When you could also observe a little his face (under the cover of being shocked) you also found out that the stranger was actually incredibly handsome. Chan was indeed really attractive in many ways, but as you could take such a close look at the stranger in front of you, he just looked ethereal, and like a literal angel. Especially now. When the wet strands of his black, long hair were slightly falling over his forehead, with water still dropping off of it, with his soft, slightly parted lips, and his breathtaking gaze that was fixed right on you.

“He really doesn’t deserve you, y/n.” Jeonghan uttered, being so close to your face, “You really deserve someone better.” for example, me.

The boy sent you a gentle smile, as he really tried to hold himself back from yoy. Then, Jeonghan passed by your figure, walking into the building, completely wet by the rain.

You slowly raised her hand, and placed your fingers on your lips where you could still feel the lips of the stranger that were still on yours not so long ago.

It was just a gentle kiss, but you still could feel it.

All of it happened so suddenly, that you still couldn’t understand what just happened. But as soon as you recalled everything in your head one more time, you asked yourself only one question.

How did he even know your name?

Maybe they weren’t really such strangers to themselves?

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