#and i know it’s fucking severe…….. it doesn’t matter if he can’t knock you up he’s STILL cumming you until he can’t anymore

[mostly-imagines]

Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

ও GOJO

• Possessive Gojo (18+)

He gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

• I Hope You Stay (18+) | Long Fic

He’d asked why your coworkers weren’t waiting outside with you—it's not safe here—at the same time you asked for a kiss. It just sort of slipped out.

• Virgin Gojo (18+)

His last slip of restraint is when he finally looks down to find a wet patch on the front of your panties and how you're starting to form a dark gray spot on his sweats.

• Messy (18+)

You look so small like this—smaller than usual because everything about him is big in comparison—and that stirs something foreign in his gut that he can’t name.

• Three's A Crowd (18+)

“If you ask nicely for what you want, maybe he’ll give it to you,” your husband offers evenly. (Gojo/ Reader/ Nanami)

• Be With Me (18+)

The feeling sneaks up on him without his knowing, a throbbing in his chest that festers and grows over time until he can’t ignore it anymore or contain it in the proverbial cup of his hands no matter how hard he tries.

• Everything Comes Back to You (18+)

"Did you know we'd end up here?"

• Possessive Geto (18+)

• What I Never Told You (18+)

Gojo doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap.

ও GETO

In times like this, he wishes he had never come up with the rule about keeping your relationship a secret—so nobody thinks I’m picking favorites—regret is a thick pill to swallow.

ও MULTI

• Prettiest Baby (18+)

They can't help it, they're kind of obsessed with you.

• Fuck It, I Want You (18+)

They're so infatuated with you.

CALL OF DUTY

ও GHOST

• Good (18+)

“Just a little more,” a small lie because there’s never just a little more when it comes to you.

• Let Me (18+)

There comes a point where Simon finally admits that he hates your new boyfriend. [Part Two]

• I Left It Wet For You (18+)

Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. [Simon/ Soap/Reader]

• Smitten

He watches you swipe lipstick across your mouth, grinning at your reflection in the mirror atop the dresser, and it's the cutest fucking thing. 

• In Threes (18+)

Your ex-boyfriend makes you think you are the problem. Simon shows you that's not the case.

• New Girl

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

• Neighborly (18+)

Simon looks at you with a cocked brow and something akin to amusement as he watches you squirm in his doorway. 

• Abience (18+)

He’ll only realize this after the fact—weeks late, sleepless nights filled with images of daisy-shaped buttons down the front of a summer dress and a smile that nearly knocks him flat off his feet.

ও PRICE

• Redamancy (18+)

You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it. John’s just…John.

BALDUR'S GATE

ও ASTARION

• Oh, Darling (18+)

He’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky, and you have the sneaking suspicion he's upset with you.

[bungalowbear]

Subtle Curves

Pairing: stuntman!toji x actress!reader

Warnings: smut (p in v), descriptions of reader being pregnant (round stomach, throwing up), one curse word, MDNI

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is my entry for @ayyy-pee’s Jujutsu Journal Collab. Congrats on 3k, Lexi! And thank you for hosting this creative event! I hope you enjoy!

The bed frame slams against the wall with each of Toji’s powerful thrusts. You’re glad to be renting this condo while you’re filming your latest movie. If you, the star of the film, brought a stuntman, who was also the stunt coordinator, back to your trailer then the entire cast and crew would have no trouble deducing exactly what kind of stunts you two perform behind closed doors.

Currently, Toji has your hips raised in his lap, hands gripping into the flesh of your sides as he drills into you. Your back is raised several inches off the mattress as your chest heaves. Hands gripping the edges of the pillow underneath your head, you cry out his name with tears clinging to your lashes.

“Toji,” you whimper, “s’too much. I-I can’t take it.”

He leans forward and the dark curtain of his hair obscures the top half of his face. The only thing you can see clearly in your delirious haze is the devious grin that pulls at the scar on his lip. “Yes you can. C’mon, baby. One more. For me?”

A calloused hand dips lower, thumb circling your already overstimulated clit. Although every neuron firing in your brain is signaling for retreat, the lower half of your body matches Toji’s thrust.

The coil in your belly gets more and more constricted with each pass of his thick member sliding through your wet walls. Toji’s pace becomes erratic, his thrusts turning choppy and his breath shaky, and you know he is on the verge of his release too.

When the combination of his cock and finger’s stimulation is too much, the coil releases and you gush onto the bed sheets with a scream. Toji chases his peak with more sloppy thrusts. One, two more strong slaps of his skin against yours and he’s emptying himself into your tight heat.

Toji falls forward with a groan. He’s conscious enough to not put all of his weight on you as he breathes heavily against your ear. The skin of your sweat soaked bodies clings together as you come down from your highs.

“Fuck, that was good.” When you don’t answer, Toji pulls away to look down at where you’re slowly succumbing to sleep. He snickers. “Tapping out already? We’re barely going into the third round.”

“Not tonight, Toji.” Your eyes flutter closed. “I’m so…sleepy.”

Toji’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t protest. Not that you’d hear any of it since you’re already knocked out. It’s a bit strange that for the entirety of filming, no matter how long the day was, you were always raring to go into the late hours of the night. Maybe it’s the slump of being in the last weeks of production that’s got you so fatigued.

Shame, Toji thinks to himself, he wanted to get as many orgasms out of you as possible before you go your separate ways. He supposes he’ll have to make up for lost time tomorrow night. Toji shifts you onto your side, cock still nestled warmly between your legs, and drapes the blanket over your bodies to settle in for the night.

Kneeling on the marble floor of the hotel bathroom, you empty your stomach into the toilet for the third time that day. You clutch the curved edges as you lose the last of your lunch.

There’s a knock on the door before your publicist enters. She’s already grabbing your toothbrush and spreading a dollop of minty paste onto the bristles. You rise to your feet and accept her offering. As you brush your teeth she runs one of the hand towels under cold water, wringing it out then dabbing away the perspiration clinging to your forehead.

“This is the last stop on the press tour,” she says. “We’ve cleared your schedule and haven’t taken on any more commitments. After this, you can focus on…”

Her vice trails off, glancing down at your stomach.

Three months ago your clothes started fitting tighter, your stomach a little pudgier. You were constantly tired, but a period of fatigue was normal for you after finishing a film. It wasn’t until after you’d been throwing up quite frequently that you scheduled a doctor’s appointment.

“Congratulations,” the words echo dully in your memory, “you’re pregnant.”

You spit toothpaste into the sink and rinse. Some of your makeup is smudged, which means you’ll have to ask your glam team for a touch up. They’re in the next room, all sworn to secrecy via NDAs, and as much as you adore them you just want to be out of this hotel and back in the comfort of your own home.

You smooth your hands over your stomach. You’re nearing week sixteen, which means, while the morning sickness will soon be a thing of the past, you’re also starting to show. The curve of your belly is subtle, but it’s easily identifiable by anyone who’s really looking. Unfortunately for you there’s always people looking.

Thankfully it’s wintertime and snow comes down in gentle flurries over Tokyo. This gives you an excuse to wear a thick sweater and a larger coat to conceal your changing body.

Your publicist ushers you out of the bathroom, handing you off to your makeup artist to erase any evidence of your condition. In twenty minutes you’re the picture of perfection once again. You say your goodbyes then make your way downstairs where the car is waiting. It takes you to the venue where you meet your co-stars. You’re excited to be reunited nearly five months after wrapping. You all plan for dinner afterwards before being divided into pairs and sent off for interviews.

You shouldn’t be surprised to see Toji at dinner. He lives in Tokyo and became good friends with the male lead, who he was the stunt double for, of course he’d be invited. This should have been a scenario you saw coming. But you didn’t. So now the two of you are sat on opposite ends of the table, trying not to meet the others gaze.

When filming wrapped, you both agreed to stay in touch. It was easy at first. Exchanging flirty texts, maybe a steamy photo or two, but when you found out you were pregnant you had a hard time keeping up pretenses. He was the only man you were intimate with in the time frame of when the baby growing inside you was conceived, making him the father. So you did what any mature adult would do.

You ghosted him.

The right thing to do is to tell him. He has the right to know. And you want to, but there’s one thing holding you back. An intimate detail he divulged a month into sleeping together. He has a son. A son he doesn’t see. He didn’t explain why, and you didn’t pressure him, but you figured since he doesn’t have a relationship with the child he does have that he wasn’t interested in having another.

You aren’t going to force him to be responsible for your child. There are countless single parents out there in the world. Thankfully, you’re in a position where you can support a growing family. It would be a big change, but nothing you can’t handle.

Your gaze meets Toji’s only once during the entire dinner. His unreadable expression makes your spine shudder and you divert your attention back to your plate.

When dinner is over, everyone says their goodbyes and goes their separate ways. You’re not ready to go back to the hotel yet. Feeling like you really need some time alone, you text your publicist that you’ll be out a little longer. There aren’t many people in this part of the city at this time so you’re not worried about being approached by anyone who might recognize you. Starting down the sidewalk, you have a brief thought that you didn’t see Toji exit the restaurant. But a sudden hand over your mouth sends your mind into a panic as you’re dragged into a narrow alley.

You bite down on your captor’s fingers and are released with a growl. An attempt at fleeing is foiled when a large hand grabs your arm, spinning you around and bringing you face to face with…Toji?

“You jerk!” You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge at all. “I was so scared!”

“You’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings,” is all he says.

You huff. “Whatever.”

“So…why’d you ghost me?”

“I…”

You cross your arms over your chest. Turning your body away, you struggle to find the right words.

“I thought we had fun.” Suddenly he’s right behind you, strong chest pressed to your back. You can feel his warmth through your coat. “Was even thinking about going out to see you.”

You tilt your head to look back at him. Your voice is small, tinged with girlish hope. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Toji crowds closer. A finger traces the curve of your cheek. He runs hot even in this freezing weather. It’s a welcome contrast to your cold skin and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” you say.

“You’re pregnant,” He’s stone faced again. “And it’s mine.”

“W-what?” you splutter. Turning so that you’re facing him, your lips part in shock. “How did you know? Who told you?”

“No one told me.” He shrugs. “I remember how tired you were the last couple weeks of shooting. Then you told me how much your were puking before you quit responding to me. Took me a bit to remember the signs, but I figured that’s what it was.”

“Oh.”

“Plus you used the restroom like ten times tonight.”

“It was only four times,” you correct.

“Right,” he agrees flatly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I remember what you told me about your son. I didn’t think you’d want another kid.”

“Ah, well….” He scratches at the top of his head, looking toward the wall of the alley to avoid your eyes. “You know you have options, right?”

“Like abortion?”

“Probably a little late for that.” Toji rolls his eyes. “I meant, like, putting it up for adoption.”

“I thought about that,” you admit, “but I want to keep it.”

Toji’s silent. There’s a tension between you that isn’t reminiscent of what you had when you were on set. That was playful and fiery and free. This is awkward and tepid and tethering.

“You don’t have to be a part of the baby’s life. I won’t make you. But…I really do miss you.” Toji sighs at your admission. You don’t know why you’re willing to let loose all of your thoughts about him from the past five months, but you push on anyway. “And if I’m being honest, it makes me sad to think about never seeing you again. Even if I wasn’t having your baby.”

You don’t want Toji to think you’re being clingy, or worse, pathetic, over a purely physical relationship. Because that’s what you both agreed it was. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes and you try to suppress the lump that threatens to climb up out of your throat, but your body won’t cooperate. Your hormones are in a frenzy and all you know is what you feel. Logic nowhere to be found.

Toji pulls you into his chest when the first sob escapes, embracing you carefully with both arms across your back until you calm down. When your tears subside and your breathing evens out he takes you by the shoulders and puts himself at arms length from you. He bends down so that you’re both at face level.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?”

You dab at your eyes with the sleeve of your coat and nod your head. Then Toji does something unexpected. He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer, tilting your head up just enough for him to connect your lips with his. It’s a brief kiss, but it’s comforting and reassuring. A private moment that silently communicates there’s still more to your story.

Unfortunately, neither of you notice the camera flash at the far end of the alley.

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 14] Feelings of Betrayal

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Toji’s tapping his foot, growing impatient as he waits for Shiu to show up. He called Shiu, and the man agreed to meet up to talk about everything that’s going on. Toji is convinced that you’re lying to him, not because he thinks Shiu is above that but because you’d say anything to get back at him. 

When Toji first confronted Shiu about the issue, Shiu sounded completely lost. He doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it immediately, you were clearly lying. But he doesn’t want to outright accuse you of lying without getting confirmation from Shiu first. 

There’s a knock on the front door, and Toji nearly runs to get it. He hasn’t been waiting for too long, but for him it feels like an eternity. His thoughts have just been consuming him… The thought of you and Shiu being together fills him with an unprecedented rage. 

“Hey…” Shiu awkwardly greets Toji the moment the door opens, and it answers all of Toji’s questions. Shiu did something with you. He sounds as guilty as charged. It’s not something that Toji usually picks up on, but there’s just something off that gives everything away. Toji stands in the middle of the doorway, making it impossible for Shiu to get through. “So… Are you going to let me in?”

“Did you sleep with her?” Toji won’t let Shiu inside so easily. He fears he’ll have a reaction that will lead to severe consequences, so he’d rather have Shiu outside, somewhere where he can easily slam the door shut.

“What are you talking about?” Shiu’s clearly guilty, even though he tries to play it off. It makes Toji want to strangle the man right there and then, but he has questions that only Shiu can answer.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Toji tries to keep himself calm because he knows he won’t solve anything if he just starts beating the shit out of Shiu. Shiu stays silent, biting his tongue. He came with the idea that he’d be honest with Toji, but he feels different standing right in front of him. 

“We didn’t– But we…” Shiu takes a deep breath, taking a step back to put more distance between him and Toji. “She gave me a handjob but that’s as far as we got.”

Toji’s vision slowly turns red, and he takes deep breaths to calm himself down. His hands go to his pockets as a precaution. Maybe a few months back he would’ve had Shiu pinned down and beaten some sense into him, but Toji remembers one thing over and over again: He’s going to be a father again soon. He’s not going to get into any trouble, even when the matter comes to you.

“Of course.” Toji scoffs. Toji has to look at the ground because the mere sight of Shiu is enough to get him to lose control. “You just couldn’t wait, you had to dig your claws in. Is waiting a year too hard? Or at the very least until my daughter is born.”

“The daughter you don’t want.” Shiu can’t help but point out, because he doubts that he really cares about that detail– Toji is just hurt and willing to use anything to paint Shiu as a bad guy.

“I want my daughter, don’t you fucking dare.” Toji is shaking from the anger that consumes him. He tries to take another deep breath to calm himself down. “Don’t you fucking dare going anywhere near her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“She’s allowed to do whatever she wants. You two aren’t together because you were a bad husband to her. You always were.” Shiu says, and Toji’s teeth dig into his bottom lip so harshly he could bleed. “She’s allowed to move on with whoever she wants.”

“Not you, dammit! You’re supposed to be my best friend!” Toji yells, slapping his hand on the door, which makes Shiu take a step back. Shiu puffs out a breath, thinking of what to say next. 

Shiu is one of Toji’s closest friends. He does owe Toji loyalty– But really, who else is there to blame other than Toji? Shiu won’t allow himself to suffer simply because Toji got to you first. Maybe if you had done something to Toji, he wouldn’t allow himself to get close but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry, Toji.” Shiu sighs. “I’m not going to pass up on the opportunity of a great woman just for you. Just because you couldn’t appreciate her doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get a chance.”

“Curse you, Kong. I’ll kill you.” It could be an empty threat, but Shiu will not take his chances with Toji. Not when Toji goes back into his apartment, leaving the door wide open. Shiu isn’t a coward, but he values his life enough to know when to walk away.

When Toji walks back, Shiu is gone, which ends up being the best decision for the both of them.

Toji tosses and turns in his bed at night, too much on his mind which makes it impossible to sleep. This doesn’t happen to Toji, he barely looks at his pillow and he’s asleep. But not tonight. Tonight he keeps thinking about you and Shiu, wondering how this is possible.

You’re allowed to move on (even though he doesn’t want you to) but not with Shiu. And Shiu shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. He doesn’t know what hurts worse, the betrayal from Shiu or the fact that you chose his best friend of all people. He guesses Shiu’s betrayal stings the most since he did nothing to the man to make this happen. 

This is what Toji practically asked for, so he can’t complain. Maybe he should’ve been better, and wiser after everything; perhaps he would’ve had a better fate. 

Toji can’t do much. You’ve made your decision and he can’t force you to change your mind, as much as he wants you to. It fucking hurts that it’s Shiu, but at least Shiu will make a great step-dad. 

Yeah… His priorities have changed. He still longs for you to be by his side on the cold bed, but it isn’t his main focus. The daughter he didn’t want is what he cares about the most now.

Maybe a low blow is all he needed for him to reconsider what he should prioritize. 

Toji sighs, sitting up in bed before turning on his lamp. He won’t be able to sleep no matter how much he tries, he might as well continue working on the baby blanket. Her arrival is just in a few months. 

But he’s gone through this before, she’ll be here in no time.

[bueckerrss]

softcore

pairing: Chris sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of drugs, wounds, drowning, cursing, and more.

word count:1146

recommended songs: bittersweet tragedy by Melanie Martinez, softcore by the neighbourhood, and reflections by the neighbourhood.

theyre 18/19 in this story.

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“My muse” that is what he called her and she loved it, she would get him through his darkest times. Their relationship was the most beautiful thing in the world, if people saw them walking down the street they knew that they were deeply in love just by how they looked at each other. but what people didn’t know is how their relationship was behind closed doors, not everything was sunshine and rainbows.

Two months and three days. That's the amount of time he had been distant. And it was driving her crazy, she wanted her boyfriend back. She felt the relationship slipping away but she was determined to make it survive. Even if it's the last thing she does. She didn’t know the reason as to why he was being so distant. The things he had gotten himself into that she wasn’t capable of knowing about.

“What do you mean you can't make it tonight? Chris, we’ve had this planned for weeks now. Could you possibly cancel on them?” she asked, “baby, as much as I want to you know I can’t.” he replied with a frustrated sigh “yea, whatever, it doesn’t matter do whatever you want.” she said “babe, don’t-” he was cut off by the sound of the call hanging up.

He sighed at the memory, it had been a week since that argument. He knew he had to go talk to her about the way he was acting but he didn't have time to do so, he had to be on that boat in less than twenty minutes. He decided to just say fuck it and head to the yacht, he could make it up to her later.

What he didn’t know is that y/n was right behind him following his every step. as he stepped on the dock getting into the yacht y/n several steps behind him. once she got on she hid behind a pair of stacked boxes.

“I’m done doing these deliveries for you ash, it’s becoming too much for me” he told the older man as he shifted uncomfortably “now, why would you decide to come to this trip if you were just going to quit?” the man spoke, rubbing his face in frustration “i have personal matters to take care of and this job is pulling me away from” he stopped when his eyes met hers.

-

her eyes widened as she realized that he saw her, she quickly ducked behind the boxes trying not to make too much noise. “who is this guy” “what does chris have to do with him?” she thought trying to stay as quiet as possible. as she slowly backed away she accidentally ran into a box knocking it over making it fall with a huge bang.

The sound of the box falling made the two talking guys look the way the sound came from. Shifting uncomfortably at the two pairs of eyes that were on her “this isn’t the bathroom..” she awkwardly giggled before trying to run away.

Before y/n could get far enough a big hand grab her hair and pull her back to be face to face with him, “do you know who she is?” asked ash as he pointed his gun to y/ns head. Chris hesitated as he bit the inside of his cheek in nervousness, fear crosses his eyes before replying: “no.” but ash knew chris like the back of his hand, he knew chris was lying “well then since you don’t know who she is and she was clearly spying on us, you know what I have to do right?” asked ash making eye contact with chris an evil glint in his eyes.

Chris slowly nodded his head, biting his cheek again before chris could utter another word ash pointed his gun at y/n and shot her. The power from the gunshot pushed her back causing her to stubble into the water. “Y/N!” screamed chris as he launched forward trying to stop her, but before he could reach her ash got in the way.

“I thought you didn’t know her, lying is bad christopher, and you know what i do to liars” spoke ash as he got closer to chris. chris quickly pushed through him diving into the water for his lover.

the deeper he dived the deeper he felt he was going to lose her, he should’ve known since the beginning that this would happen. but he wasn’t thinking straight, he got consumed by the thrill of the drug dealer world and how nothing could ever happen to him again.

he finally reached her arm pulling her up with him, once they reached the surface swimming to the dock. chris started coughing from all the water that he had accidentally swallowed as he reached upwards to get to the surface “please don’t be dead” “please don’t be dead” chris kept repeating as he laid y/n down on the wooden deck.

tears streaming down his face as he did cpr on her, he looked around for at least a person to help him. he didn't know what to do but he did know one thing; he couldn’t lose her. not today, not tomorrow, never.

-

that night he stayed up thinking, he knew it was a dangerous thing what he did and he knew he couldn’t keep her around anymore. he loved her way too much to see her get hurt or worse killed.

he knew he had to do the right thing, that being he had to break up with her, even if it hurt him. he couldn’t see her suffering from his mistakes.

the next day he went to visit her in the hospital, flowers in his hands eyes bloodshot red from crying all night long. but when he saw her, it took everything in him to not break down in front of her.

“babe, hi i wasn’t expecting to see you so early” said y/n a smile on her face as her eyes met her boyfriends, “baby? are you alright?” she said softly the smile slowly fading away.

he just shook his head “i’m sorry” he said his voice breaking he looked up to keep the tears from falling “but you know I can't involve you in this and the fact I obviously can't protect you the way I want to. this isn't safe, y/n.” he said looking at her tears streaming down his face “c-chris what are you talking about?” she said worried.

“i’m just saying i can’t do this anymore y/n it’s not good for us. what i do is clearly dangerous and i don’t want you near any of it. so to keep you safe, im ending it here” he said biting the inside of his cheek before leaving the room. “i love you.” he whispered once the door closed behind him.

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this was written when i was running on a few hours of sleep, then no sleep and then when i was tired so sorry if its bad ☹️ when i have the time and motivation i promise to make this better 😭.

tags: @bernardsbendystraws @patscorner @lexisecretaccx @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloblogs @sturniol0s @raysmayhem-72 @endereies @breeloveschris

[whyse7vn]

KIM NAMJOON

MOONLIGHT BLUES:

“You hear you know whose new song yet?”

“No” You’re lying and you’re pretty sure Namjoon knows you’re lying too but he hums in acknowledgment anyways.

It’s late like past 12 AM late yet you find yourself laying on the grass of Mr Kim Namjoon’s not so surprisingly large garden with the main man himself. You don’t know how long the both of you have been laying there and quite frankly you don’t even want to know today’s been- well correction yesterday’s been an… off day a unproductive day a useless day. You blink up at the stars that decorate the pretty black sky and you could swear they blink back.

“Think it’s about you”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm definitely”

“Cool”

There’s a pause. Silence. Not comfortable but not awkward either. Just silence. You’re tired Namjoon’s tried you know you should head inside Namjoon knows you should head inside yet you both remain unmoving from the grassy floor. You don’t need to turn your head to know he’s deep in thought

thinking

realll fucking hard at that, and at this point he might as well be thinking out loud. It’s like you can hear the cogs turning in his mind hear the questions he’s yet to ask.

You itch to turn and ask him to verbalise his thoughts you have answers of course you have answers. Answers you’ve been sure of for a while now, answers you’ve practiced giving, answers you’ve gone over and over in your head, answers you once tried to deny, answers that no matter how far you try and push them away they come back stronger and truer than before answers you just want to scream out.

The itch to ask grows and grows and after a several moments you find yourself almost talking up the screaming out option but

breathe

it’s like the silence interrupts you. Not comfortable not awkward. The silence you’d both created tells you to wait.

You close your eyes and rest you hands on your stomach.

Silence.

You let out a deep sigh.

The air is thick.

Silence.

You swallow.

Silence.

You begin to heat up

Silence.

You fidget.

Silence.

Your still.

Silence.

You feel his eyes on you.

“Is it?”

The silence no more. “Your ex wrote a song about—”

“Us”

“Us?” His eyes widened yours remain closed.

“Valentine’s day you brought me roses early in the morning he was there”

“What?”

“Not physically, of course, but on the phone was talking about collecting our things from each other when you knocked”

“On valentine’s day of all days?”

“His timing has never really been the greatest”

“Is that why you didn’t ask me to come in?”

“I don’t normally ask, you just come in”

“Yeah but… that day. I wanted you to ask” it’s a loaded answer so loaded it’s practically overflowing with meaning.

“That day. I wanted you to ask”

“Oh….

A pause

“If i had kno—”

“You couldn’t of”

“But if—”

“You couldn’t of simple as that a fault on both our parts it’s in the past now”

“But- right… You’re right”

“It’s rare when i’m not”

“You sound like Jin”

“Or does Jin sound like me?”

He lets out a small laugh and you finally open your eyes and face him.

Namjoon smiles and blinks at you twice endeared you can’t help but blink back. The crinkles by his eyes is what you notice first, genuine admiration behind them your eyes flicker down to his plump pink lips you imagine how they feel slotted against your own. From what you can remember out of the handful of times you’ve kissed Namjoon you know that his kisses are slow. Namjoon likes to savour his kisses, his kisses are perfect… well almost perfect they lack…. commitment per say it’s like he doesn’t give himself fully in the moment he hesitates holds back. You wonder if you were to press your lips onto his in this very moment he’ll hold back like he’s done many times prior or this time will he surprise you? Perhaps he’ll give you everything he has to offer and more. You peel your eyes off of his lips and look at his face again fully. The moonlight paints him blue.

Blue.

Namjoon has always been blue to you. When you had first met Namjoon he had been blue like the ocean. So big, so scary, so exciting, so much you didn’t know but so much you needed to. Then for a major chunk of your life Namjoon was sky blue day or night Namjoon was the sky. He was the support that helped the sun like Hoseok shine bright and the canvas that allowed the stars like Jungkook to twinkle just that extra bit lighter. But in 2021 the year you felt his soft lips on yours for the first time, the year you looked at Namjoon with more than just curiosity and awe Namjoon became moonlight blue. Seeing Joon in this light was different. Seeing Joon as more than support was different seeing him as more than a guide, a leader was different a good different. Seeing Joon as moonlight blue allowed you to see him. Kim Namjoon openly, honestly and truly. Painting him as the moon made you feel things. Having seen him unclothed, bare vulnerable made you feel things. Having seen Namjoon up close, having seen the small and the big things first hand makes you feel things. You only wish you had painted him as the moon, as moonlight blue, much sooner because fucking hell moonlight suits him, very much so.

“Roses”

His voice reels in your wondered mind.

“Hm?” You’re dazed you almost forget what he’s even referencing.

“You knew the song was about roses but didn’t listen to it?”

Ah the song. Jaehyun.

You bite back a smile “Maybe i lied”

“Could of fooled me”

“Now you’re lying”

“Learnt from the best didn’t i?”

This time it’s you who laughs while Namjoon watches just as amused.

But the moment is short lived and as quickly and his smile finds him it leaves you notice almost instantly and bring your airy laugh to an end. Namjoon looks at you charming eyes full of question you raise you eyebrows in return.

“I know it’s in the past like you said but had i asked what would of happened”

“A lot on your mind tonight huh?”

“How could there not be… but please”-he swallows-“humour me this once”

“Humour you?” you go to tilt your head but seeing as you’re now laying on your side facing Joon it’s a bit awkward to do so.

Namjoon says no words in reply but looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“Ok i’ll humour you, had you of asked i would of let you in”

“But didn’t you have plans with Jin? I would have gotten in the way” He says matter of factly.

“I would of invited you”

It’s subtle how his face falls but you notice it all the same.

“Ok but what if- what if i asked you to cancel on Jin”

“Namjoon…”

“Humour me… please” The desperation in Namjoon’s please is almost overbearing. You know the answer he wants.

“I-I would call Jin and ask if we could reschedule if he was ok with it we would done what you wanted”

“And if he wasn’t?” He’s holding onto hope.

You take a deep breath.

“With or without you i would gone to see him like planned”

Namjoon’s eyes flash hurt he goes to speak but his words don’t seem to find him.

“Namjoon-”

“I thought we were-” Having a moment. Getting somewhere.

“And we are! We are but it’s…. all of—”

“I just thought that- nevermind”

“I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to be” he whispers “You don’t have to be i just think… that i need time to think you know about… that”

Your chest tightens as you nod.

“Yeah okay no i get that we-“

“But right now- and sorry if this crazy to ask and sorry to interrupt you but could- can i just.. take this moment for me? can i um…kiss you?”

Your throat is dry as you nod.

“Yeah” Your voice almost a whisper “Of course you can”

His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting you to say yes and that upsets you a little.

“But this.. isn’t goodbye right?” The words leave your mouth before you can even begin to process them.

“I—”

Too ebarrassed you cut him off “Never mind i just- i didn’t mean to- you can-kiss me just.. kiss me” Your eyes feel as if they are burning staring back at his “…please”

And as much as you try to push it to the back of your mind as Namjoon places his warm palm to you cheek and leans in you can only wonder if this is the last time you get to witness him in the colour moonlight blue.

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[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 13

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Blood runs down his fingers

He clenches his fist around the organ, hears it squelch in his grasp as more of the fluid drips down his forearm, and then he takes another bite

His teeth slice through the organ like butter

A burst of its juice fills his mouth, and he snarls into the meat

Eating has always helped calm him down

It satiates his bloodlust, if but for a moment, which clears his head and makes it easier to think straight

He’s almost ashamed he has to resort to this, but the alternatives are worse; he’s either tense and borderline feral until he tires himself out, or he actually ends up hurting someone because he can’t keep himself in check

And while he isn’t too upset at the prospect of hurting Hoodie right now, he knows he probably shouldn’t

He takes another bite, lets the heady taste fill his mouth, and then he swallows it in one easy motion, practically devouring it whole

He doesn’t know how the fuck he’s supposed to bring Hoodie’s favor up to you

The very next day you sleep with him, he has to arrange some perv-fest so that another guy can creep on you?

What if you’re revolted—what if you want nothing to do with him afterward?

He releases a frustrated sigh, takes the last bite of his food, and then he starts pacing back and forth in his room

It’s been a few hours since he's had that conversation with Hoodie, and the sun has since set, but no matter how many times he turns it over in his head, he can’t think of a way to get out of this

As far as he’s aware, he has no other option

He shouldn’t have taken that deal so lightly

He’s almost relieved when a knock at the door finally interrupts his pacing

Or, at least, he would be relieved if the knock wasn’t so familiar in its loud, urgent impatience

There’s none other than an uncharacteristically worried BEN on the other side of the door when he opens it

Scarlet irises wide with panic, he doesn’t wait for Jack to ask what’s wrong before he speaks

“It’s—it’s Jeff”

Being the mansion’s main doctor for as long as he has been, Jack’s come to understand the severity of an issue just by gauging the creeps’ reactions

Nat, for example, swears a lot when it isn’t serious, but she gets exceptionally quiet when it is serious

Masky gets annoyed when it’s just a flesh wound, and he hisses and grunts a lot when it's a deeper kind of pain

BEN, on the other hand, is hardly ever fazed by any of it

Being dead, he can’t get injured like the rest of them, and even when he does witness someone get hurt, it’s like he’s completely desensitized to it; he either just laughs it off or ignores it

Jack can’t remember ever seeing him this shaken

And when they make it to the infirmary, he can understand why he’s so affected

Jeff’s body is on one of the tables, unconscious, unresponsive

His clothes are ripped and soiled with blood and grime, his skin looks unnaturally pale and clammy—even for him—and although he is breathing, it looks like he’s just barely clinging on

“Christ, what happened to him?” Jack asks, wasting no time inspecting the most obvious wounds

“I-I don’t know,” BEN stutters, “I hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days, so I tried texting and calling, but he wouldn’t answer”

Jack presses his fingers to Jeff’s neck, feels his pulse—faint but present—and makes a quick mental list of the treatments he’ll have to administer

Judging by appearances alone, he realizes he has his work cut out for him for the night

Wasting no time on scissors, he rips Jeff’s clothes off with his hands, the fabric shredding like wet paper, and the full extent of his injuries are revealed

“Shit,” Jack mumbles under his breath at the sight

As if by muscle memory, he maneuvers through the clinic, grabbing all the necessary supplies, and then he quickly gets to work

“I tried checking through his phone, but I couldn’t access it,” BEN’s eyes follow Jack’s movements as he speaks, “so I-I did a scan of the areas I thought he might be in”

“Pass me one of the bags of clear liquid next to that jar of bandages,” he interrupts, holding his hand out, and BEN quickly obeys

There’s a tense, silent pause as Jack loads up a needle, then injects Jeff with whatever that liquid is

Once the contents of the syringe have fully been emptied, BEN resumes

“I found him passed out in an abandoned building, and no matter what I did, he wouldn’t wake up. I thought—I almost thought—“

Jack doesn’t say a word as he gets to the nitty gritty of fixing up Jeff’s broken body

“Is he… is he going to be ok?”

Jack huffs out a bitter, sarcastic laugh

“For better or for worse, he’ll live”

The process of stabilizing and patching Jeff up is slow and tedious work, but all things considered, Jack’s thankful for the distraction it provides

BEN helps however he can, mostly by handing him supplies, but he eventually leaves to check if Jeff left any online traces of his activities

And then the demon's inevitably left alone with his thoughts once more

He tries not to think back on his deal with Hoodie, and instead, he focuses on carefully extracting bullets from the various layers of skin they've penetrated through

The shells clang every time he drops them onto the metallic side table, and while he'd usually keep track of the number of bullets he pulls from someone's body, at this point, he's lost count

He's been shot too many times

Absent-minded, Jack wonders what kind of mess he had to get himself into for things to get this bad

Was he trying to get himself killed?

The last few shells finally come out, and with a sigh, Jack places the now-sticky forceps onto the blood-soaked towel accommodating the various bullets of various shapes and sizes

32, he counts

32 bullet wounds—and that's not even including the rest of his other injuries

If he didn't know any better, Jack would think it's a miracle he survived

But he does know better; he knows the killer's abilities, and he knows he'll be able to shrug this whole thing off with little to no problem and no permanent damages

He knows he won't learn his lesson

Steady hands begin working on the stitches, meticulously pulling needle through skin one thread at a time

He's around halfway through working on one of the larger gashes—going from his shoulder, across his collarbone, and down to his chest—when Jeff starts stirring awake

He shouldn't even be able to wake up with the severity of his bloodloss, but Jeff's body, like Jeff himself, is obnoxiously persistent

EJ considers giving him more sedatives, but he figures he might as well quickly finish these off first

Jamming too many sedatives into someone's system isn't good, and he's almost done with this part anyways

Thankfully, it's only once he's finished the last biggest stitches that Jeff seems to become more lucid

He snips the final remaining black thread, silently hoping Jeff won't tear through them as quickly as he usually does, and then he makes his way to the sink, turns the tap on, and lets the warm water rinse away the blood-soaked stains on his ash-grey hands

He feels Jeff's eyes on his back, but he pays him no mind as he begins cleaning and sanitizing his tools and equipment

Jeff mumbles something under his breath, groaning and cursing with a raspy, dry voice, and Jack sighs

He definitely needs more sedatives by now

He starts getting to work on filling another syringe, and as he presses the needle a few inches deep into Jeff's skin, the human hisses and weakly struggles against him

"Stop moving," Jack commands, his voice quiet and low, but firm and commanding

“You... you think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” Jeff retaliates, his words shaky and uneven as EJ empties out the entirety of the contents into his bloodstream

“You’ve suffered severe blood loss, minor head trauma, fractures to your ribs, collarbone and wrists—not to mention the varying degrees of injuries from multiple knife and bullet wounds," Jack states, "It’s in your best interest to rest right now”

He hopes it’ll be the end of it; Jeff will take the hint, close his crispy burnt eyelids and pass out, but of course, it’s never that simple with someone like Jeff

“You think… just cause she chose you over me… that you’re better than me—don’t you?”

Jack's ears perk up at the dazed accusation

So that's what started all of this

Suddenly intrigued, he looks down at him; damaged, mostly naked, vulnerable and drugged up to the second degree

When people are in this kind of state, Jack knows they tend to be open and honest to a fault, which usually grants him the perfect opportunity to pry whatever information he pleases out of them

“What happened between you and (y/n)?”

He decides it's the best question, the one he's the most curious about, and while he knows he could just ask you about it, he wants to hear what Jeff has to say

The man in question huffs, looking up, and Jack doesn’t fail to notice the unfocused look in his eyes

“I had her,” he mumbles, “I had her…”

His eyelids fall close, his brows furrowing, and Jack recognizes the look as someone struggling to stay awake despite their body shutting down

Jack watches him pass out, watches as his breathing grows deeper and his muscles slacken with sleep

And then, with a dismissive shake of his head, he turns and walks away, leaving him behind on the uncomfortably cold and hard operating table in the grungy clinic

Throughout the night, Jack intermittently returns to check up on him

He does so partially because he needs to refresh his bandages and check up on the fluids hooked up to him, but also because he's curious if he'll mention you again

He, however, doesn't wake back up, so Jack can't pry more information out of him

The next morning, after being in and out of the clinic, Jack prepares himself a dark brew of coffee, and sits down at the empty kitchen table

He hasn't slept much in the past few days, and he still feels fine, but he knows he should probably rest before leaving for that mission

He takes a sip of his drink, the bitter liquid stinging his tongue

Despite everything, it’s a peaceful morning

He’s enjoying his solitude in the empty kitchen when Hoodie suddenly walks in, pouring himself a drink from the still-warm pot, and Jack gets the feeling that his luxury of peace and quiet is just about to run out

“So?” Hoodie starts, taking a seat right next to him, “you ask her yet?”

Jack resists the urge to act on an unsavory impulse by taking a long, deep sip of his coffee

“...No. I haven’t,” he eventually answers

He wants to walk away, wants to avoid this conversation at all costs, but he knows how persistent Slender's proxies can get

Whatever he wants to say, Jack might as well let him say it and get it over with

Hoodie hums, bringing his own drink to his lips, and when he sets his mug back down, there’s a coy, self-satisfied smirk on his face that Jack wants to rip off

“Y’know, we have to leave for that mission soon”

“…”

Jack takes another sip to mask the way his body’s burning with that familiar demonic rage

“If you don’t ask her by the time we leave, I’m asking her first thing as soon as we're back”

Even despite being part demon, Jack doesn’t usually consider himself an angry person

He’s by far incapable of controlling his emotions, unlike Jeff or Masky, for example

But when it comes to you?

You're his weakness

And he swears he’s about to lose it when Nat suddenly walks in, spots the two of them, and grins deviously as she bounces over to them

Jack grits his teeth, trying not to let his anger show through in front of Nat

“Mornin’ chumps!” she exclaims loudly and excitedly, almost like she's actively refusing to read the tension in the room

“Mornin,’” Hoodie answers, reclining in his chair with that obnoxious smirk still plastered on his face

“What’re you two conspiring about? Something related to (y/n), I presume?”

She looks over at Jack, a wicked grin on her face, and he has to hold back a groan

He’d suddenly rather be anywhere but here right now

“I gotta keep an eye out for my homegirl,” she continues, “if I find out either of you are planning something, you’re fucking toast—I hope you realize that”

If Jack could roll his eyes right now, he would

Hoodie, on the other hand, chuckles

“Relax, Nat, we’re not planning anything bad,” he assures, drinking through his coffee

“Nothing bad, but you are planning something?” she quirks a brow at him

Hoodie’s about to open his mouth to speak, undoubtedly to give another non-answer, when Toby notices them from across the room, and also decides to join in

Jack resists the urge to smack his face into his palm

All he wanted was a bit of peace this morning

He swears the creeps have a herd mentality sometimes; despite being predatory creatures, they always gather up in packs like sheep

“Hey! What—what’s everyone t-talking about?”

Toby jerks his shoulder, popping it, and as he sits down, his Tourette’s nearly has him pushing over Jack’s mug, but Jack’s instincts are, thankfully, fast enough to catch it before anything spills over

“Crap, sorry,” he apologizes, “bu-but anyways—are you guys—are you guys talking about w-what happened with—fuck—with Jeff?”

Jack’s ears admittedly perk up at Toby’s question

Where’s this conversation about to go?

“Jeff?” Nat repeats, “What happened with Jeff?”

“B-BEN told me—t-told me that he—fuck—almost die-died or something. Said he had to—had to teleport him here, and Jack—Jack spent almost all—all—a-all night last night trying t-to fix him up”

Everyone’s eyes turn to Jack, who swallows down another mouthful of hot, bitter coffee, but doesn’t say anything

“That true?” Hoodie asks

“Mmh,” he answers

“B-BEN—BEN said it was pretty-pretty bad,” Toby continues, popping his jaw, “s-said he hadn’t seen—hadn’t seen it be that bad in a—in a while”

“Huh,” Nat says, “I wonder what’s been up with him. I guess it has been a while since I’ve seen him around. How long was he out for?”

Toby shrugs, his shoulder jerking again

“Beats me”

There’s a brief moment of quiet as the creeps sit around the table in silent contemplation

But then Nat breaks the silence with a scoff

“Well, whatever,” she shrugs, rolling her eye, “he’s always been a whiny bitch, he’ll get over it”

The topic of conversation shifts after that, and when they’re all enraptured in their discussion, Jack uses the opportunity to quietly slip away

He brings the rest of his coffee to the backyard garden, next to the roses and tulips, and he remembers this as the spot where you told him you wanted to stop seeing him

It feels like a lifetime ago by now, and it brings him a bittersweet kind of relief thinking about how things turned out between you

He wonders what made you change your mind—why, one moment, you didn’t want to sleep with him, and the next, you seemed perfectly content with your arrangement

Not that he’s complaining

He sits at one of the benches, enjoying his solitude once more as his head floods with the thought of you

The thought of you usually never fails to make him feel better

But now, he can't stop thinking about what Hoodie just said to him

Two days

He only has two days left to ask you before that fucker takes matters into his own hands

He runs his fingers through his hair, and then eventually, he realizes that, just like before, the more he waits, the more it'll stress him out

Maybe he should just rip the bandaid off in one fast motion

He takes the very last sip of his coffee, looks around the garden, and nods to himself, trying to hype himself up

He'll be upfront and honest about the whole thing, and he'll make it more than clear that you can refuse

Really, the chances of you agreeing are probably slim to none, anyways

And the sooner he can get this over with, the better

Tonight will be as good a time as any, he decides

He'll ask you tonight

[dirtyvulture]

Peeping Kate Bishop - Part 9

Possessive!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 1604

Summary: Kate gets caught in an awkward spot.

AN: Our favorite peeper is back! Check out the other parts here. Enjoy!

“Can I borrow your vest?” Kate asks, skipping over to Yelena in the kitchen.

“What for, Kate Bishop?” Yelena responds, not even looking up at her to focus on lining up the banana slices on her peanut butter sandwich.

“Clint’s taking me on a mission with Steve tomorrow. He said to pack light, and I know your vest has a lot of pockets to make things easier to carry,” Kate explains.

“Yes, that is the purpose of the pockets.”

“So can I borrow it? I’ll make sure to clean it before I give it back,” Kate says.

“I didn’t think green was your color,” Yelena comments.

“The color doesn’t matter,” Kate exasperates. “Please?”

Yelena pauses like this is an extremely important decision she’s about to make. “Sure,” she finally says. 

“Yay! Thanks, Yelena!” Kate disappears towards the bedrooms, but comes back a minute later empty-handed. “Where’d you put it?” she asks Yelena.

“What do you mean?” Yelena takes a big bite of her sandwich.

“Where’s your vest?”

“Is it not in my closet?”

“Nope,” Kate responds.

“Oh!” Yelena swallows. “My sister borrowed it last week. It’s probably still in her room.”

“H-Her room?” Kate had basically self-banned herself from going into Natasha’s (and yours) room after the amount of times she had stumbled in on the two of you in what should have been very private moments.

“Her and Y/N are still coming back from a mission,” Yelena says dismissively. “Just be quick, Kate Bishop.”

“Right, right.” 

Kate wanders down the hall, her heart beating in anticipation. She stops at Natasha’s door, knocking several times and waiting for a response. When she gets none, she pushes the door open slowly, completely relieved to find it empty. She goes into the closet (which she’s envious to find is almost as big as her entire room) and starts pawing through the clothes, embarrassed to recognize which ones are yours just from the scent lingering on them.

She fights the urge to bury her nose in one of your hoodies, hunting around for Yelena’s vest. It doesn’t seem to be anywhere, and she goes through the clothes on the hangers one at a time, hoping to find it.

Suddenly, Kate hears voices and runs back to the closet door, but is too late and sees you and Natasha walk in. She gets tangled in a pair of sweatpants on the floor and nearly falls through the door, but catches herself on the frame just in time. Natasha’s eyes sweep past the ajar door, but Kate shrinks back and holds her breath. Natasha gives her no second glance.

“I’m ready to sleep for a year,” you announce, dropping your bag with a loud thud by the door and throwing yourself onto the bed. Natasha jumps on your back with a giggle, and Kate’s heart pounds in her throat. She has to make her presence known now, or she knows she will severely regret this moment for the rest of her life.

“You can’t sleep now,” Natasha pouts, as you roll onto your back and let her lie on your chest.

Kate puts her hand on the door and starts opening it–

“You have to fuck me first.”

The blood drains out of Kate’s face and she shrinks back. She can’t leave now. 

“You think I didn’t feel the strap you’re wearing?” Natasha says, aggressively rocking her hips against yours and you moan. Kate feels a jolt go straight to her core when she hears you, and she kneels down, cupping herself between her legs and trying to will away her arousal.

“The mission kind of tired me out,” you admit.

“Well, you can just sit back and let me do the work,” Natasha smirks. It still surprises you sometimes how horny she can be, but you would never deny her.

“Sure, baby.” You scoot up higher on the bed, taking off your clothes and throwing them to the side haphazardly, letting Natasha grind on your strap. 

Kate inhales sharply and slaps a hand over her mouth to hide her awe. Even though Natasha is blocking most of her view of you, Kate still thinks that you are the most beautiful specimen she’s ever seen. Your body looks like it was sculpted by God himself, your muscles perfectly proportioned, the features of your face set in the most attractive way Kate could even think of. Kate is pretty sure she’d be willing to commit murder if it meant getting her hands on you, even for a few minutes. But since that possibility would never happen in this universe, she had to settle for the next best thing: watching you with your actual partner and pretending it was with her instead.

Natasha strips off her clothes and continues grinding against you, placing her hand on the center of your chest and pushing you back against the headboard. Kate can hear you panting now and her own heartbeat picks up and she surges forward until she almost hits her head on the door. 

“You’re so beautiful, Nat,” you say, and Kate pretends you’ve said her own name instead. 

“Just relax, baby. I’ll handle this,” Natasha says. Still, your hands wrap around her thighs, lifting her up just so Kate can see the bottom of the strap you’re wearing and the filthiest thoughts flood her head. Natasha sinks down on your strap and moans. You start to rock your hips, and Kate has had enough. 

She hastily unzips her own jeans, a mix of embarrassment and shame filling her at what she’s about to do, but then she hears you moan again and watches as your girlfriend rides you roughly, your muscles flexing as you keep both of your bodies upright. Kate slips her hand past her panties, pushing two fingers into herself, shocked at how wet she already is. She wishes it was your fingers instead, clenching hard around herself at the thought. She wishes she could have you pinned to your bed, her hands holding onto your biceps, rubbing her center against your rock-hard abs until she cums over and over.

“Fuck, you fill me up so well,” Natasha moans, bouncing on your lap. Kate pumps into herself harder, swiping her thumb over her clit and her legs tremble at the extra stimulation.  

“Cum all over my strap,” you tell her, and Kate wants to scream that she would do anything for you. She’s soaking all over her hand and she bites on her bottom lip to stop herself from making any noise. She has never reached an orgasm so fast and doesn’t even notice that Natasha’s finished and climbs off your lap, taking your strap off before dipping her head between your legs.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, baby.”

Your voice makes Kate peek out the crack of the door again. She wants to faint now at the sight of you flat on your back, your chest and stomach heaving with Natasha’s mouth attached to your center. 

Kate’s mouth practically waters as she wonders what you would taste like, how the weight of your muscular thighs would feel in her arms as she tries to keep your legs apart, but then she’ll give in so you can wrap them around her head to draw her closer to you. Again, Kate starts fingering herself, still frustrated at how close yet far she is from you. She closes her eyes to properly imagine being between your legs and bringing you to a blissful high, pretending that it’s her name you’re moaning instead of Natasha’s.

Your hand threads into Natasha’s hair as another obscene moan escapes your lips. You’ve already cum twice and Natasha seems to have no intent of stopping any time soon. Her lips close around your clit and suck hard, and you’re gone again. But after the fog clears from your head, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your skin covered in sweat, you finally push Natasha’s head away from you.

“Okay, okay, I’m done, baby,” you say, feeling like she’s literally drained the life out of you.

“That enough for you?” Natasha says, winking as she sits up and wipes her mouth.

“Yeah.” You flop back on the pillows, panting.

Natasha gets off the bed, grabbing the bathrobe hanging behind the front door. You lift your head enough to watch her lazily. She comes back to the bedside, reaching under the nightstand into the mini fridge and taking out a bottle of red Gatorade.

“Stay hydrated, baby,” she says, giving it to you with a kiss.

“Thank you.” You open the bottle and offer her the first sip. She smiles as she takes it, then moves to throw the blanket over you. You’re too tired to question her, taking the Gatorade back and chugging it. 

Natasha goes to stand in front of the closet, which is slightly ajar. She crosses her arms and says, “Kate Bishop, get out of the closet.” Your eyes widen as the door seems to open on its own and Kate Bishop emerges, shuffling forward uneasily with her hands buried in her pockets. Her zipper is down, but no one comments on this.

“I am not going to ask, just get the hell out of our room,” Natasha growls.

Kate nods, her face redder than you’ve ever seen before, and waddles out of your room.

“Did you know she was in there?” you finally ask after a few moments of silence.

Natasha smirks at you.

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it'll last

SUMMARY Of course you fell for the playboy. Except, you didn't know he was the one everyone fell for; you didn't even know he was a player in the first place.

PAIRING fuckboy!lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

GENRE college!au, angst, hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1.7k

WARNINGS kind of toxic (?) relationship, mentions of drinking, sex, and castration, history of infidelity on haechan's side, lack of communication, the use of both haechan and donghyuck to address him

AUTHOR'S NOTE abe don't write hurt/comfort challenge: failed

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

This wasn’t how Haechan was planning to end his Thursday night.

Your friend from your old school called him up, asking if it would be alright to drop you off at his place. He obliged, seeing nothing wrong with it, considering you’ve been inside his apartment a couple of times. But he retracted his statement as soon as another thought crossed his mind: he could pick you up instead. And somewhere among the noise on the other line, he could hear your drunken protests, letting them know that “you shouldn’t be disturbing Donghyuck! He’s probably tired.” He felt touched alongside a pang of guilt in his chest; you shouldn’t have to worry if he was tired or not, you’re also a priority.

To everyone else, he was Haechan. When he introduced himself to you as his given name and you spoke it back to him, he decided it was only for you to call. The same day, he was so sure he’d do everything to change for you.

The moment you saw the top of your boyfriend’s head getting out of his car, you ran into his arms, knocking him back very slightly. Now, you’re weeping into Haechan’s chest in the club’s parking lot and he doesn’t know why. He wants to ask you so many questions but your blubbering is getting worse by the second, you can’t hear him trying to gently console you. But through the sorrowful sea of your salty tears and muffled sobbing, he can make out the words “don’t leave” and “I can do better,” leaving Haechan visibly confused. Looking up to see your friends in the distance, he waves while giving them a reassuring smile.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” Despite this, you shake your head and he’s sure that your fresh snot rubbed on his tee, but he doesn’t care for its condition. He can always wash it. You are the only thing that matters to him at this moment (but even outside of this situation, you grace his thoughts).

He frowns to himself, “what do you mean by that? Are you just wiping your tears?” Your head moves side to side again. Thankfully, your crying progressively weakens even if progress is slow. Haechan patiently waits for your response, no matter how nonsensical it may be.

You finally detach yourself from his quite comfortable chest and try to look at his face. It’s hazy from the several shots and mixed drinks you had, but Haechan’s beauty knows no bounds. On both sides, it seemed like a miracle that you both managed to pull each other. But in reality, you were one damn good-looking couple.

“I know— I know about your reputation around campus.” Ah, yes, the elephant in the parking lot and your relationship. Before he got into whatever your current situation is, he was a notorious playboy. He’d talk to other people behind his partners’ backs, so very openly cheated on them. And yet, people still came flocking to him, giving him the opportunity to keep this lifestyle going. That did not include you. You knew people would use the I can fix him joke, but you didn’t know that people were dead serious about it when the topic of Haechan came up.

After a month of dating on the low, you finally found out tonight. At the bar’s counter, there was a clump of people from your university gossiping about the hottest men in the batch. You rolled your eyes, not giving a flying fuck as to who was the best at sex or how long they could go for. That was until they brought up Haechan’s name and had the audacity to call him Donghyuck.

A girl in a shimmering silver dress blows wind upwards, making a strand of her hair move to the side. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s talk about some real men: Donghyuck— or Haechan, whatever— is so fucking fine, like I’d ride his dick again, even if it means he’ll pretend not to know me the next day. Red is my favorite color, after all.” All of them laugh at that.

Hyesu, the only one you knew by name from the group, nearly slammed down her glass at the mention of him. “I know, right?! I thought I was the only one,” she opens her mouth to speak again, but not before making sure the coast was clear. She motions the circle to huddle closer, but it doesn’t do anything because the whisper comes out annoyingly loud, “you know, I heard that he turned down Karina… and I would personally dump whoever I’m dating for her!”

Another new, deeper voice makes your ears quirk up. As the conversation progressed, you learned that it was almost the whole school wanting to get a taste of him, like he was some sort of sacred food. Like two people ogling over him wasn’t enough. “God. He was so much more fun before he settled down, who is it, anyway? I haven’t gotten a taste of him, yet. He flirted with me once and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

As you wait for the drinks you ordered, which you wish would arrive a lot faster, you utilize your peripheral vision to get at least a glance of the people talking about your boyfriend. You hoped you were extremely hit and that you were just imagining their conversation, but you were far from it.

Another person from your course, who you know has a girlfriend, only talks to console her sad, drunk friend in purple. “Don’t worry, Mihn, I’m sure he’ll be available again in a week, or so.”

“When I talk to him again, I know I’ll have him wrapped around my finger.”

You blocked out whatever came after that sentence, welcoming the possibility of Haechan falling for someone completely new, going back to the bad habits you just found out about. Waking from your degrading self-talk, the bartender finally hands you the round of drinks, and you swore you saw a halo above his head. Tipping him two ₩10,000 bills, you thank him before rushing back to your table. When you sat down, breathing was nearly non-existent to you; it was as if you had substituted oxygen with alcohol. Your friends had asked if anything happened, but you only gave them a strained “fine!” before diving back into the variety of liquids in front of you.

How you got to your current state was self-explanatory. And it was embarrassing that you were practically begging for him not to leave you for a better person, if they ever existed. He would have received the opposite reaction if you were sober, probably interrogating him as to why he was treating you so well, like your relationship would last longer than a month. Instead, you looked pathetic, maybe even borderline obsessed. At the back of your mind, you knew you had it in you to be mad at him. But this was Donghyuck; the only man who could make you soft and vulnerable, that you would allow into your apartment without feeling any type of discomfort, who first asked if you both could take things slow, never crossing any boundaries.

“I found out… and… I— I know I should be mad that you didn’t come clean. But, maybe, you’d tell me it was obvious and should’ve listened to the people talking. I also just heard you go by Haechan, I would’ve never guessed that you were Mr. Playboy, or whatever the fuck!” You stop to breathe in deeply through your nose and out your mouth. This conversation was sobering, but not enough that you’ve completely lost all the liquid courage in your system. It would take much more than that.

You try to loosen yourself from the hands he has on your elbows, but they stay stubborn where they are. “I just— I want to know where our relationship stands, and if you’re serious. But at the same time, I’ve never felt this way with anyone else, so I want to know if I can change for you, to be the most perfect person for you to never even entertain the thought of someone else in my place. The fact that you asked to keep it low-key, too… I don’t know…”

The confident, yet sad, look Haechan has on his face provides you with a certain amount of comfort; one that reassures you that you are everything he could’ve asked for. “I’m sorry for making you doubt my intentions,” you don’t say anything, looking down at the dirty pavement, and he takes it as a sign to continue, “but the moment I met you at that party two months ago, I knew I had to change. I would never forgive myself if I let you slip away.”

If you thought your vision was bad earlier, the fact that there were now additional tears blocking your image of Haechan was even worse. You tried blinking them away, but they came out full force.

“I was the happiest when you agreed to date me; the way you smiled is forever imprinted into my mind. I’ll remind you every single day of my waking life that I am so sure about you.”

Haechan never wants to make you feel this way ever again. When he saw the defeated look on your face when you broke the news to him, it was a sight that he wishes he wasn’t the cause of. He regrets the reputation he built; he was so stupid to think he could ever hide it from you.

After absorbing his vow, you raise your hands to rub your tears, but he beats you to it. You can see a little better, and you’re thankful you can look at your lover as properly as an intoxicated person can. Your lips upturn the slightest, a witty line brewing right in front of Haechan’s eyes.

“If you ever think about doing something behind my back, I’ll castrate you.”

They’re back, Haechan thinks to himself, a smirk appearing on his mouth as well. “And that will never happen, my dear.”

You slap his arm— “don’t complain, you deserve more than that!” —before engulfing him in another loving hug. The warm, cozy scent of his mixes with the slightly gross smell of the dribbles of alcohol that stained your clothes. Somehow, it was more than enough to keep you back on the ground.

He rocks you back and forth to whatever popular song playing inside the club, both of you feeling the bass ever so slightly below your feet. A couple of minutes pass before he looks into your eyes again. “Ready to go?”

“Can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course.” He holds you closer.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Of Mice and... Heretics?

kai parker x reader

summary: of all the problems to have in mystic falls, yours is mice... luckily, kai comes to the rescue (heretic!kai) (soft!kai)

tags: anxiety, mice invasion 🐁, compulsion, heretics, found family, first kiss / kissing, fluff, friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used

word count: 4.3k

a/n: i have so many requests i'm working on, but i'm slightly tipsy and want to publish something, so here's a cute lil fluff piece 🩷

Fear is what woke him up this morning. Fear is what drove him to make his way across town. It is what brings him, now, to stand outside her porch, staring at the door. 

Something’s wrong. He can sense it. His fingers shake with nervous anticipation. 

There’s no sound coming from inside the house, yet the thought brings no comfort. 

Kai waits, desperate for a sound. Anything that could tell him she’s alright. He considers yelling out to her, but if she’s in danger, that could risk her life. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm his hands. 

But then it happens. The feeling that yanked him from his restless sleep returns, and a sharp arrow of panic hits him in the spine. Y/N’s heart rate speeds quickly, as if the organ is trying to jump out of her chest. A moment later, a rustling, then, she screams. Kai can hear her scrambling away from something, then barreling down the hall.

“Fuck!” She yells.

Kai can’t take it anymore. To hear her so afraid, yet resist helping. He knocks heavily on the door and calls her name. A wave of shock rushes through her, but she opens the door to him, nonetheless. 

“Kai?” She looks surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, princess.” He tries against the door, but hits a resistance. He’d never been inside her house. Kai stops immediately, not wanting her to get the wrong idea of him being there. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Am I…? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“What?” He’s confused now. Confused by her confusion as she acts like nothing’s wrong. As if she didn’t just scream and jolt in heavy panic. 

“Did something happen? At the grill?”

“No-”

“Are you hurt? Do you need-”

“I’m fine, princess. I’m asking if you’re hurt. Is there someone inside?”

“Someone… like as in… no? Do you mean…?” 

Y/N isn’t understanding his question. Kai grows more and more worried by the second. 

“I mean like is someone in your house right now? Are you in danger?”

“Danger? No. Why would you think that?”

Kai finally catches his breath for a moment. He rests a hand on the door frame.

“Are you okay?” She puts a hand on his shoulder, then looks out to the neighborhood. “Did you run here?”

“Yeah, I-” He’s still breathing heavily, unable to answer.

“Kai, what’s wrong? Did something happen in town? I didn’t get any messages from-”

“Nothing’s wrong in town. Everyone’s fine.”

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you so panicked?”

Kai debates telling the truth. She doesn’t need to know he cares for her. Yet… he can’t lie to those big, beautiful eyes. “I heard your heart pick up. I thought something was wrong.”

“You heard…?”

“I felt this weird feeling, like something wasn’t right, and then I heard your heart pick up, several times, over the course of ten or so minutes. Then I heard a scream, and you running down the hall, and I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“You…,” it hits her that he came to check on her, because he had an inkling that she might’ve needed help. “Kai… You ran across town to make sure I was okay?”

“I got worried. I’ve never felt so much anxiety in my life. My hands were shaking with the prospect that someone could’ve hurt you, or taken you.” He finally looks up. Never has she seen his eyes with so much emotion. 

She reaches out to his face, stroking a finger down his cheek. “I’m okay. I’m-” she pauses, “come inside.”

“What? Y/N-”

“Shh, come on in. It’s fine.”

Damon had specifically instructed her to never let the “big bad heretic” inside her home. No matter how much he’s “reformed” or “changing,” Damon didn’t trust him. Especially not with the kind, little human of Mystic Falls. 

Kai slowly follows her inside, a little nervous. She brings him to the kitchen table and pulls out a chair. 

“Sit.” He does. “Do you want a water?”

“Sure.”

“Good,” she mutters, retrieving a glass. “Drink that. She then joins the table with her own. 

“You promise you’re okay?” He asks after a sip. “Y/N… you sounded so scared.”

She smiles. “I, uh…” her eyes catch something in the corner of her kitchen. Her heart starts to race again and her smile fades. “Watch out!”

As soon as Kai follows her gaze, a streak of gray crosses the tile floor. She shrieks and bounces in her chair, tucking her legs under her. 

“Fuck!” She yells again.

In a second, it’s gone. But when Kai looks back at her, she looks as if she’s about to cry. 

“Hey,” he reaches towards her face, “what’s wrong? You okay?”

“It’s so annoying! I can’t deal with it anymore!”

“Talk to me, princess. What’s going on? Is that why you screamed earlier? What’s got you so afraid?”

She lifts her face, which is quickly staining with tears. “Ever since my parents died, I’ve had this big, stupid house to myself, and I’m not good at taking care of an entire house. And this winter’s been particularly shitty, and it seems all of the town’s fucking mice have decided to take up residency in it! I can’t take it anymore! I’m scared to sleep, I’m too disgusted to eat anything, and I have nowhere else to go!”

It all makes sense now. The sudden here and now patterns of fear; the short screams; the blink and you miss it streak of gray. Y/N has her hands over her face, blocking herself from Kai, embarrassed by her situation. Of all the problems to have in Mystic Falls, hers is mice. 

To Kai though, that’s much preferred over the recent problems they’ve faced. 

Like for example, his own species of heretics running loose. 

“Y/N, look at me.” He takes one of her hands, but she’s stubborn.

“I can’t.”

“Come on…”

“Kai…”

“Let me help you with this, okay? Whatever you need, let me do it. I can go get traps or clear out their hiding spots. Or we can call someone, like a professional, to do it.”

“I don’t want to burden you with it-”

“You’re not burdening me, Y/N, I care about you. I don’t want you to be in fear, or not be able to sleep and eat. And I have nothing better to do anyway, so I promise, you are not a burden.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please, Y/N.”

She finally looks at him. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay.”

Mmkay.” He fights the urge to kiss her hand when she offers it. Instead, he just helps her to her feet. “Show me where you’ve had the most problems.”

She takes a fire poker and stabs inside her kitchen pantry. Immediately, something rustles inside and she jumps. Kai catches her before she can tumble into him, having lost her balance. He picks her up and puts her on the counter. She doesn’t even resist. 

“Okay.” He takes the poker. “Here?”

“I don’t want you to get bit.” She prepares to jump down. 

He keeps her still with a hand on her knee. “Ah, ah, ah, you stay there. They can’t hurt me.” Kai pokes the spot - or rather, stabs hard enough to make a loud sound on the hardwood - and something runs. 

“Ah!” She screams, scrambling, and grabbing onto his shoulder as he backs up into her. His back makes contact with the counter, but he ends up between her legs. “You okay?”

“Startled me,” he admits. 

“It’s scary! They’re bold!”

“Very. Do you want to just call someone to deal with it, or do you want us to do this?” She doesn’t reply, thinking about her options, and he turns to her. One look at her face, though, and he makes the decision for her. “I’m going to call. I don’t want you dealing with this anymore. Certainly not putting you at risk for getting bit.”

“Okay.”

Within the next thirty minutes, Kai with his compulsion is able to get an exterminator out to her house. He walks through it, devises a plan, and then talks to them about it. 

“I’m assuming you’re her husband? Boyfriend?”

Before Kai can answer, she stutters to answer that he’s a friend. Kai swallows hard. He didn’t even know she considered him a friend.

“Oh, okay, apologies. Well your friend here is right, it’s a pretty big problem. But whether or not this is a comfort to you, we’ve had a lot of cases lately. Unfortunately, it might take a couple weeks for us to get some guys out here, but-”

“Weeks?” She asks, horrified. 

“Unfortunately, yes. I only have so many guys, and we have sixty other houses-”

Kai puts a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, man. You’re going to make her your top priority. Tell your guys that her situation is dire, and she’s having trouble co-existing with the little stupid creatures in her house, and you need to get them out asap.”

The man blinks. “Actually, since this is such a bad case, we’ll make you our top priority. The guys will be out here first thing in the morning. Do you have somewhere you can stay for a day or two?” He shrugs. “Typically, people are fine staying in the home while work is being done, but it would go faster if no one was around while we wait for the traps to catch.”

“She can stay with me.”

“Alright, perfect! Just swing by around nine in the morning tomorrow to let us in, and we’ll get to work.”

“Great, thanks,” Kai responds.

“Thank you,” she nods to him. 

The man smiles, then goes out on his merry way. 

Kai avoids eye contact with her for a moment, afraid he’s overstepped his boundary. He didn’t ask before one, compelling the man, or two, deciding she would stay with him overnight. She called him a friend, yes, but that didn’t mean she trusted him. 

However, she softens the moment the man leaves. She had a cold exterior up to match Kai’s confident compulsion, but it comes down once it’s just the two of them again. She sighs, then perches herself on the arm of her living room chair. 

“Thank you, Kai.”

He looks at her, finally, and smiles. 

“Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”

“You’re welcome to, if you’d like. I understand if you’d prefer the Salvatore house, though.”

“What are the other heretics like?” She knows, from Damon, that he lives with them. If he didn’t, he’d have nowhere to go. 

“They’re not all that bad. They’re quite like family, actually. If I tell them to leave you alone, they will.”

“Okay,” she smiles, “let me get a bag ready.”

Kai is surprised she agreed to his offer, but he’s more happy than anything else. He couldn’t bear to leave her in that house, even if she let him stay with her - which he would’ve asked, if she insisted on staying there - and knew he needed to get her out. He doesn’t bother to ask Lily, nor the rest of the heretics, before showing up with her. Nor does he inform Damon, or any of her friends of the situation. Y/N doesn’t tell any of them either; they don’t need to worry about her being with Kai. She trusts him. 

Since Kai had run to her, though, they have to walk back. He proposes retrieving a car to drive her, but she insists she doesn’t mind the walk. In the thirty minute stroll across the town, she gets to know him a lot better, and him, her. Both, of course, know what their friends say about the other, but for the first time, they get to hear truths from their own mouths. By the time they reach the old, abandoned house, small mutual crushes on both ends grow into something more. He’s always liked the quiet human; she’s always been curious about the dangerous siphon. 

When Kai strolls through the back door, Valerie is first to check out the sound. 

“Ah, you. Now where did you run off to? Oh! You’ve got a girl.”

“Hi, Valerie.”

“You’re lucky Lily hasn’t come around yet, or she’d surely scold you for leaving in such the hurry you did.”

“Val, who are you talking to?” The voice of Nora rings through the hallway. She stops when she sees Kai. “Oh!” The girl’s eyes light up at the sight of his companion. “Is this the girl for whom you were concerned?”

“Yeah, um, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Valerie and Nora.” He nods to Mary-Louise as she enters the room. “Mary-Louise. And this is Y/N.”

“Hi!” The blonde greets. 

“Can we please get into the actual house, guys? It’s cold outside, and she doesn’t need to be by the door anymore.” Kai sasses his newfound family. 

“Right, sorry,” Nora answers, waving the two down the hall. 

There’s a fireplace in the living room. That’s where the four heretics guide her, then nod for her to make herself at home. Kai introduces her to three others, Oscar, Malcomb, and Beau, and then retreats into the kitchen to make a warm drink. He shoots warning glances at all six, as if daring them to even look at his girl wrong. Nora rolls her eyes. 

“Thank you guys for letting me stay the night,” she says quietly. 

“Of course,” Mary-Louise fetches a blanket from the closet, then puts it around her shoulders. “A friend of his is a friend of ours. Even if he can be the most annoying little-”

“Mary!” Her girlfriend scolds.

“-thing sometimes.”

Nora comes to the girl’s side on the couch. “He isn’t that annoying. And we practically owe him our lives.”

“True.” Then she whispers, “but he’s still fun to tease at times.”

“Especially when he’s all bothered about a certain someone,” Valerie agrees. When the girl cocks her head in confusion, she laughs. “He was wondering about you all night. Worrying the wood with his pacing. Convinced something was wrong.”

“The minute Lily left, he shot across town,” Mary finishes. 

“He’s not going to like you telling his secrets, girls,” Nora warns. 

Her girlfriend chuckles. “Oh, what’s he to do? Kill us? He adores us.” She goes back to addressing her, “Kai is secretly a big softie, no matter what your friends might say. He cares for the people he likes. You included.”

The girl smiles. 

Kai then comes back and hands her a steaming mug. After one sip, she’s already feeling more cozy. 

“Thank you.”

“See?” Mary whispers. “Softie.”

A giggle escapes her lips. She avoids Kai’s gaze, who then asks, “what have you guys been saying about me?”

“Just that you’re real sweet on the people you like. It’s a compliment, Kai, accept it.”

The boy chuckles, but doesn’t respond to her comment. “When is Lily expected back?”

“Who knows with Lily?” Valerie rolls her eyes. “She’s been so unpredictable lately.”

“Patience,” Malcomb scolds. Everyone turns to him; no one knew he was still in the room. “She’s preparing us for the modern day. The least we can do is give her the time she needs to make us ready.”

“Kai knows the modern day,” Nora murmurs, “I don’t get why we don’t just take his advice and then go and explore it ourselves.”

“You know how Lily likes to do things. Have some respect.”

Before things can get heated between the heretics, Kai helps his girl to her feet to bring her upstairs. As he begins to leave, though, with her waving bye to the girls, Malcomb catches his attention. 

“Do tell Lily you’re keeping her here. Especially if she’s friends of her sons, you could get us all in a load of trouble.”

“Damon nor Stefan know I’m here,” she says, rather boldly, “I’m only staying for a couple days.”

“Still.”

“I’ll handle it,” Kai tells him. 

Once in his room, she starts nosing around his stuff. There isn’t a lot in there, but she likes being able to see a side to him not often seen. 

“Sorry about them, whatever they told you,” Kai says, sitting on the edge of his bed and untying his boots. 

“It’s okay. They were sweet.” She joins him on the bed, tinkering with something found on the nightstand. “You said they’re like family?”

Kai nods. “The heretics are all outcast Gemini siphons that Lily turned into vampires. Back in 1903, the coven locked them up. But when Bonnie trapped me in 1903, I started feeding them. We relied on each other for company, and eventually, found a way out. If you think about it, we are family just as much as we feel like we are.”

She smiles. “I’m happy you have them, Kai. I wish I was allowed to…” she words fade. 

Kai turns to her, head cocked. He hooks a finger on her chin and prompts her to finish the sentence. “Allowed to…?”

“Talk to you,” she whispers. “They wouldn’t let me talk to you. Kept me holed up most of the time you were around.” 

Kai remembers that. Y/N would be out with her friends, but the moment Kai would show up, they’d hurry her away, out of sight. Y/N would always argue about it, but they’d always win. She’d offer him a smile whenever she could sneak it. 

“I secretly, really wanted to talk to you. Of course, secret to you, not them. They were always afraid you’d find a way to hurt me, but I never thought you would.” She finally looks at him. “I think it made them nervous that I wasn’t afraid of you.” She pauses. “And then there was the wedding…”

Kai swallows. He never got to ask nor thank her about the wedding. Truth is, she’s the reason he’s alive. She begged Damon for his life, and the vampire, for some reason, listened. “About that… thank you.” She smiles, but then looks back down at the thing in her hands. “Why did you do it? Why did you save me?”

She shrugs, but Kai knows she has an answer deep down. 

“Y/N…”

“You never really got to do a lot of living before, y’know, everything. Bonnie never thought you were redeemable, but I trusted that if you were just given a chance, you could, I don’t know, adjust to a normal life. So I was researching ways to get you out of the prison world, and I was trying to find where she hid the ascendant, because I wanted to at least try, but then you got yourself out. And, I don’t know, maybe that was for the better; maybe it’s what you needed, because you have the heretics now, and since you’re a heretic, your dad is dead and you can live without the fear of him coming for you. So as scary as the idea of you being a heretic was to Damon, I begged him to just give you a chance. If it went wrong, they could blame me, but I didn’t think it would. I didn’t think you would.” She pushes buttons she doesn’t know on the device she’s holding. “And you haven’t. To Bonnie’s dismay, you’ve proven me right so far.”

“You tried to get me out of the prison world?”

“Well I didn’t get a chance to try, but I wanted to-”

Kai takes his pager out of her hands and kisses her suddenly. He rests a hand along her face, cupping it gently, but breaks it off seconds later. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Her cheeks are tainted red but she doesn’t look at him. “I’m glad you’re alive, Kai.”

“I am, too.”

“Are you happy as a heretic?”

He sighs. “I didn’t want to be a vampire, but it’s not bad. It feels nice to have a family that cares about me.” She nods, smiling. He then adds, “thank you, too, for caring about me.”

She meets his eyes. “Thank you for proving me right.”

For a moment, they’re silent. He holds his pager while she stares at the floor. Her lips tingle from his kiss, but she’s too shy to ask for more. Then, quickly, he hands the device back to her. “I didn’t mean to take this from you.”

“That’s okay. I don’t even know what it is. I shouldn’t’ve taken it.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know what it is?”

“No.”

“It’s a pager.”

“...Oh.”

“Do you know how they work?”

“No.”

“Great, how old am I?”

She giggles. It’s a beautiful sound. “That’s okay… older men are better anyway,” she winks.

Kai chuckles. There’s her secret. Y/N is quite possibly the cutest, most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, yet he’s never seen her with a guy. The couple times Damon’s mentioned her, or Kai’s asked about her, he’d never mentioned a boyfriend. Kai’s always wondered how she could possibly be single. “So… like how old are you talking? My age? Malcomb’s? Damon?”

“Oh god no. I mean, Damon’s hot, but I don’t want to date him. And I’ll pass on Malcomb, too. But you’re not so bad.”

“Oh?”

She shrugs. “It’s kind of a win-win. You look my age, but I know you’re not. But you’re also not, like, my great grandpa’s age.”

He laughs genuinely, amused by her. She looks a little shy by his reaction, causing him to scoot in closer on the bed. His eyes dart across her face, reading her eyes, resting on her lips.

“Thank you for helping me with my mouse problem,” she says suddenly, “and for letting me stay here.”

“‘Course. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on you, Y/N,” he admits. 

She grins. “You? Have a crush on me? Kai Parker, the big, scary heretic?”

“What, you didn’t think I’d run across town for just anyone now did you?”

“Guess not. But I like hearing you admit it.”

“For the record, I liked you even before you saved my life. I’d always ask about you, but Damon would always shut me down.”

She rolls her eyes, “of course he did.”

“But he’s not here right now.”

“No, he’s not.”

“So would you mind if I kissed you for real this time?”

“I hope you do.”

So he does. He closes the space between them quickly, yet kisses her softly. She captures his face in her hands; his find her back, lying her down on the bed. Kai separates her legs with his knee as he deepens the kiss. He can almost feel the waves of nervousness, yet also desire and arousal coming off her. He can taste it on her skin, soft and sweet beneath his lips. She touches his chest as he hovers over her. She’s seconds away from pulling off his coat and taking things further. 

“Kai-” Lily bursts through the door as soon as she reaches for his collar, “oh!”

Kai sits up and looks at the door, eyes wide. Y/N, embarrassed, covers her face entirely with her hands. “Hi.”

“Hello. Um, Mary-Louise and Nora said you brought a girl over. I, uh, see you have.”

“Just for a few days. Her house is being cleaned out because of a mouse problem and I didn’t want her in there.”

“And this would be the girl you always talk about?”

He gives her a look that Y/N reads identical to a, “why would you embarrass me like that,” type of look that a son would give his mother. Lily only stares back, expecting an answer.

“Yes,” Kai finally says. “This is Y/N.”

She peels her hands off her face at the mention of her name. “Hi.”

Lily smiles. “Hi, Y/N. Lovely to meet you. Malcomb says you’re a friend of Stefan and Damon?”

“Yes, but they don’t know I’m here. They don’t want me with Kai, but I want him, so they won’t know.”

Kai feels a warmth in his stomach at her words. She wants him. 

“And I assume you’re the girl that bartered for his life?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lily looks at her, then Kai. “Very well then. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She smiles. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. Lily is fine.”

“Okay.”

“And Kai… please remember we are all part vampires, and we all have super-hearing, so if that goes any further, we will all hear it.”

The girlish giggles of Nora and Mary-Louise come from behind Lily. Lily then turns and waves them away with frantic hand gestures. “Apologies,” she says. “See you down for dinner later.”

Kai turns back to his girl the moment Lily shuts the door. His expression has her throwing her hands back on her face as laughter erupts. Her whole body shakes from the position she’s in on his bed. Kai can only shake his head and laugh alongside her, until he finally utters out an, “oh, this is funny to you?!”

She nods her head quickly. Tears fall from her eyes, which he wipes away with his thumb. “I see what you mean, like family.” After a moment, she manages to compose herself. “It’s cute. It suits you, and you deserve a family that makes you feel like you’re family.”

He smiles, touched by her words. “Thank you.”

One more laugh escapes before she sits up on her elbows and looks at him. Her eyes have an endearing look that he adores. 

“Can you be the girlfriend I sneak past my sisters because they always have to make fun?”

“Oh, absolutely, I will be.”

“Good,” he chuckles. 

Another laugh is creeping up on her. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth is twitching. Before it can escape, Kai pushes her back on the bed and climbs over her body. He kisses her again, smiling into it, and finds himself the happiest he’s been in his life. 

[spiritualweapons]

Miss Missing You

Sonny Carisi x Reader WC: 974 AO3

This is my first time writing a reader fic in literally several years but this man is ruining my life and I’m here to make it everyone’s problem. This was actually going to be smut but then feelings happened and I didn't get there (lol), if anyone’s interested there will probably be a part two. Very unbeta’d and very rough don’t judge me I’m literally just a girl.

It had been nearly two weeks since you’d seen Sonny and you’d decided enough was enough.

You weren’t blameless, you’d unfortunately had your fair share of your own shit come up recently that meant you’d had to apologise on your way out of a date just a few nights ago. A sour ball of disappointment settled heavy in the pit of your stomach carrying you through the next few days and it seemed like no matter what you both did your schedules just wouldn’t line up. Sonny himself had ended up cancelling your third attempt to reschedule, voice thick with regret as he called and let you know he’d had a case come up that needed his immediate attention and instead had to spend the foreseeable future chained to his desk and whatever relevant case law he could get his hands on.

You’d only been dating for a few months, and while things had been casual for the most part you felt that the time apart was only making you realise how much you actually liked the man, leaving you with two thoughts as you set your phone down. One, you didn’t want to spend another two weeks chasing each other's voicemails and existing only on goodmorning and goodnight texts no matter how sweet they were and two, from the tone of Sonny’s voice you were sure he felt the same way.

It was with that in mind that you now found yourself standing outside of 1 Hogan Place, biting your lip as you tried to remember if Sonny had ever mentioned which floor he was on. Thankfully the security guard allowed you to fumble your way through your explanation, bag of takeout helping your cause as you mentioned you were just innocently bringing one of the ADA’s dinner. You found your way to Sonny’s office, sighing when you saw that his was the only light on this late on a Friday night. Dating someone who cared so deeply about their work was a blessing ultimately but obviously came with its drawbacks.

You took a deep breath trying to push down the panic that suddenly gripped you, that you were intruding or being a fucking weirdo just turning up out of the blue. What if he thought this was weird? What if he actually didn't want to see you at all and was just using work as a handy excuse to let things fizzle out between you both. You shifted your weight in front of his door, weighing up your options before biting your lip and knocking quietly on his door.

'Yeah?' came an uncertain reply and you pushed it open, all of the apprehension you felt melting away at the look on Sonny's face.

Shock and surprise quickly turned into a wide disarming smile, the same one that had made you very quickly fall for him in the first place and had you relaxing against the doorway now, relieved at finally being able to see each other after a monumentally shitty week.

"Oh man, are you a sight for sore eyes?" he said, sitting back in his chair and looking at you for a moment before jumping up and hurrying over to you, placing hands on either side of your face to kiss you softly. You felt a telltale swoop low in your stomach as you pulled away feeling pleased. ‘Not that I’m not happy as hell to see you but what are you doing here?’ He led you into the room, closing the door behind you.

You held out the plastic bag in his direction, ‘I know you’re too busy to leave the office but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have dinner together?’ You watched nervously as he looked at the bag and back to you, feeling that unease spread again, your face feeling suddenly very warm, ‘Uh but if you are too busy I can just leave this here and go I don’t want to get in the way it’s just-‘ you stopped at his raised hand, watching warily as he grabbed the bag from you and placed it gently on his desk.

When he turned back to you his eyes looked so bright and happy it near knocked the breath out of your chest. He moved in front of you, grabbing your face again and kissing you so tenderly you felt yourself sigh into his mouth, the tense part of you that was desperately missing him uncurling slowly with every brush of his lips and tongue. He pulled back, huffing a laugh and rubbing your cheek with his thumb, ‘I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately.’

You shook your head, ‘Hey I’ve had my own stuff to deal with, I just missed seeing you’ you said by way of explanation, ‘I’m not above taking the subway for you.’

‘Wow how lucky am I?' Sonny looked at you for a moment and you could swear his eyes actually twinkled, 'You didn’t have to come all this way but I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not happy about it.’

Leaning up on your tippy toes you pressed another brief kiss to his lips before turning to the desk, pulling containers out of the plastic bag, ‘Well I don’t know about you but I’m starving, I got a little bit of everything’ you took a seat at his desk, grinning as he sat down in front of you, ‘And I’ve been dying to tell you about my week, you’ll never guess what happened at work.’

‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ He muttered, taking a bite of food with a satisfied sigh.

‘Don’t make promises your ass can’t keep Counselor.’ you said, sending him a quick smirk.

The look he gave you in return was a promise that while you'd bought dinner he was definitely going to bring dessert.

[suzukiblu]

Desperately need to see more of Kon’s daddy issues shining through

“I will,” Superman promises the same way Clark makes a promise, certain and unshakeable and inevitable, and Kon loses track of time a little bit again after that. Superman just keeps using him. Kon’s pretty sure a machine couldn’t keep fucking him this hard and fast for this long, but Superman doesn’t even seem to notice the effort. It’s all Kon can do to try and keep up, but even when he can’t, it doesn’t matter anyway, because Superman still moves him just the same; because Superman doesn’t need him to keep up. He can still use him just as easily; still take his weight and move his body and do whatever he wants with him. Use him for anything he wants. 

Use him like anything he wants. 

Kon comes a couple more times, he’s pretty sure. It’s a little hard to tell, so completely overwhelmed and caught up like this, but–but he’s pretty sure he does. 

Superman doesn’t, though. Superman stays inside him, hot and hard as molten steel. Kon has the hysterical thought that his cock might fucking burn him. 

If he held onto anyone else as tight as he’s holding onto Superman right now, he’d have killed them. If he just held onto them half this tight. If he just squeezed his cunt this tight he’d either crush their dick or break the toy or–or–

“You’ll look so pretty when you’re all fat and full with my baby, Kon,” Superman murmurs against Kon’s ear, his cock still hard and thrusting and his breath just barely ragged, and a sharper stab of heat goes through Kon’s gut and his body shudders desperately. “Doing just what you were made for. A perfect gift, just for me.” 

Kon comes again with a choked moan, his cunt tightening and whole body jerking with it, and Superman nuzzles into his throat and fucks his own orgasm right into him, spilling pulse after pulse after pulse of come inside him, and the aftershocks of Kon’s spike up even harder. Superman–Superman came in him. Like he promised. Like he–like he–

“Good boy,” Superman rumbles, low and approving, and Kon feels sick and fucking dizzy and isn’t sure he isn’t still coming. 

He admittedly doesn't understand all the minute details of his own reproductive system, given the thing's an experimental build made by scientists with a severely limited understanding of the DNA they were working with, but he knows he can get pregnant the old-fashioned way. Knows he's . . . fertile like that. He can't get anyone else pregnant, but . . . but he was specifically optimized to be impregnated himself, and specifically optimized for carrying Kryptonian embryos. 

And Superman is very, very Kryptonian. So statistically, he probably did just knock him up. 

Kon hasn't even earned that fucking kiss yet.

[colormepurplex2]

Make You Mine | Purple Silk

↳  Alpha Jungkook x Omega f.Reader ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 3,544 ⚠️  Angst, Omega presenting, mostly plot and setting the scene

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"How many times are you going to bring up the eastern territory lines? My answer is still no." Roland, your pack leader, crosses his muscle-banded arms across his chest. "We have enough trouble from the Jeons without trying to shift the claim lines again. I don't care what that musty old map shows, we keep to this side of the river and that's that."

You clamp your mouth shut, fighting the urge to argue again. Are all alpha's this ignorant or just the one leading your pack? You snuff out that thought before it can be read on your face. It's not fair that the Jeon family keeps pushing their claim further onto your family's land. Over the last five years, they've taken almost 100 acres along the river and Roland doesn't seem to give a shit. It makes you hot under the collar.

"Sir, can we move on to the import tariffs from the north? They're increasing again, the fields haven't been producing the way they should so we're relying more on those goods," your father, a well-to-do beta and Rolands second, speaks up from where he's seated across from you at the large oak conference table. It makes your stomach sour how they can move on so quickly from such an important topic. Sweat pops up along your brow, you scrub it away and sneer at the shine on the back of your hand. The leather jacket you're wearing slides quickly down your arms as you shrug out of it.

"Aye, so the reports say." Roland nods then unwinds his large arms to gesture to the man seated beside your father. "Lou, what's going on in the fields?"

Louis, beta and second to your father, shuffles some papers on the table in front of him. "It's not good, Ro. We think the soils are not turning over the way they should. Not enough water coming up through the ground well. It could take us another season, maybe two, before we can get it back to where we need it to produce for the family." By family, he means your pack. It's not really a family like some would think. It's not a set of parents and their children. It's more like several of those kinds of family units joined together. You're not all blood-related, nor even by marriage for that matter. Family, as you know it, is a choice.

You're part of Roland's family because your great-great-grandfather joined Roland's great grandfather's pack. The only reason you'd ever leave the family is if you were cast out or if by some miracle you find a soulmate. That idea makes you snort to yourself. Yeah, right. Already approaching your late twenties, you're starting to consider maybe you're just a really fucked up anomaly when it comes to designations. Most of your kind present just into their early twenties. It's unheard of for someone your age to not know where they fit in the hierarchy. Even if you were to present tomorrow, not everyone gets a soulmate, you have to be extra special for that. No, you're pretty sure that's off the table for you. Speaking of table...

"-this time next year, if we're lucky it won't be th-" Lou is speaking again, explaining to Roland the best process to roll over the vegetable fields.

The smack of your palm hitting the polished wood surface of the table cuts him off. You're not normally this hostile, but this is just an itch you can't seem to scratch. All eyes go to you, narrowing. You know you're being a bit hot-headed, but honestly, why can't they just fucking listen to you? You ask as much. "Why can't you see the obvious fix to this issue?" You lurch out of your chair, the back of your knees knocking it so hard it almost topples. "That land, the land you refuse to acknowledge as being taken from us, is fertile. We grew plenty there before the Jeon's snatched it up. It's close enough to the river that the irrigation possibilities alone would make it worth it. Stop being such a...a-...being such a..." You swallow hard, throat suddenly parched. Black spots pop up in your vision, the maps go out of focus before you on the table. "If you wo-would j-jus-st," the words slur from your mouth.

Why is it so hot in here? You tug at the collar of your shirt, willing some air past the fabric to cool your heated skin. A hand clamps hard on your shoulder, a blurred face looms before yours. You can faintly hear your name being called, sounding miles away. Words, drifting in and out like they're caught in a swirling wind, come just close enough that you can snatch a few here and there.

Okay?

Towel

Ice

Presenting

No. This can't be happening right now. You shake your head sharply from side to side to dispel the absurdity, but it only proves to worsen the ache settling behind your eyes. There isn't enough oxygen in the room, your lungs don't want to fully expand. You're hyperventilating. "Hot," you manage to croak out, staggering back from the hand on your shoulder. The last thing you want is to be touched right now. Everything burns. Somehow you've ended up on your knees, clutching your head in your hands.

"Sweetie," the voice of your mother is like aloe against the pain. "Shh," she coos softly.

"Mom," you whimper, dropping your hands and trying to lift your head to seek her out.

She's kneeling beside you, her graying hair spilling over her shoulder as she leans forward. "It's okay, sweetie, it'll pass soon." You reach out trembling hands, needing her comfort. "Not right now, we have to wait for it to pass," she murmurs brokenly. Part of her aches with you, knowing what you're experiencing. Presenting for a female is different than it is for a male. Biology, always giving someone the short end of the stick. "Just lay down, like that, good." Her constant praise and gentle words keep you grounded.

You slump down onto the cool tile floor of the conference room. Your shirt clings to you, sweat-soaked and uncomfortable. "Hurts," you whine. Everything hurts. You roll onto your side, curling in on yourself. Everything in your abdomen cramps up, a powerful force that makes you whimper low in your throat.

"Here, the ice and towel," it's the voice of your dad. He sounds so concerned, you want to go to him, tell him it's okay. Another wave of nausea steals your breath before you can even begin to form words of comfort.

A sudden coolness is pressed to your brow. The smallest bit of relief in the inferno that is consuming you. "Why is it taking so long?" The voice of your pack alpha is brisk, borderline brutish, and laced with...something, something new, something you've never heard before.

"Ro, sometimes these things take time. There's never been someone presenting as late as she is, it could just be her body working harder to adjust." Again, your mother's words soothe you. Your mother is what many would call a den mother of sorts. She takes care of everyone. Though she isn't an alpha, she sure as hell can act like it sometimes, commanding those around her with just a look. Even Roland won't challenge your mother most of the time. Usually, it's the pack omega's place to be in charge like that. However, after Roland's wife and soulmate, your family's most recent pack omega, passed away a few years ago, your mother fell into the role until another alpha, and their soulmate, take Roland's place.

"What's that smell?" Louis sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose. "It's way too sweet."

A low rumble sounds from Roland, making you flinch. The burning starts to ease, cramps dissipate slowly. Your muscles and arms continue to tremble as you stretch out onto your back. The lights overhead are bright, you have to blink several times before you can keep your eyes open and assess your situation.

"Mom?" You test your tongue against your teeth, prodding at your now slightly elongated canines. "What happened?"

Your mom's beautiful face comes into view, blocking out the blinding lights overhead. "Oh! My sweet, beautiful daughter." She places a cool palm against your cheek and thumbs away a tear you didn't know was there. "It finally happened, sweetie, you presented." There are tears glistening in her eyes, a brilliant smile forms on her lips.

"I did?" You ask hesitantly. She helps you sit up, careful that you don't move too quickly and get dizzy.

"You did, princess," your father's voice is rough, full of emotion. He hasn't called you princess since you were a kid.

There are odd smells in the air. You scrub at your nose with the end of your shirtsleeve. The smells make your nose burn, like walking into a candle shop during the holidays, it's overwhelming.

"What does...?" You trail off, not sure how to ask. Shouldn't you know? You'd think your body would be able to tell you what you are. But, right now, your body just seems confused. There is too much going on around you. The smells, the bright lights, the subtle shift in the air that makes the fine hair along your arms stand up.

Roland steps into your view. He looks so much bigger now for some reason. It must be because you're sitting on the floor at his feet. His dark eyes stare into yours and you know he's measuring your worth. For a moment you think he might hit you, his fists clench at his sides, you hear the faint creak of leather as his shoulders bunch beneath his vest. You're waiting for him to speak, maybe offer something, a crumb of explanation but all he does is glance at your father and shake his head before swiftly exiting the conference room.

You're confused even more now. You look to your mother and open your mouth to ask but she just holds up a hand to silence you. "Roland was just trying to see whether or not you could be...well, whether or not...Mari..." You blanch, eyes going wide at the mention of Roland's late soulmate. Why in the hell would he think you have anything to do with Mari? Your mother quickly continues, "It's just that, well, sweetie, you've presented as omega."

You think you might pass out.

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"Mom, can we not make a big deal about this?" You grumble as she grabs another giant, fluffy ball gown from the rack on the wall.

She turns a cool eye on you. "This is a right of passage," she doesn't snap at you, but you can tell her patients with your increasing distress over everything is wearing thin. "I don't care how old you are. Even if you were fifty, I'd still be dressing you in silk and parading you around the flaming estate for all to see. Now, I don't want to hear another word of protest about it."

It's been a week since you presented as...omega. You still cringe thinking about it. It's not that you don't want to be an omega, you're just not sure why everyone keeps treating you like you're made of glass now. You know Omegas are rare, even more rare than an Alpha. But, it's bad enough you feel like every alpha in your family wrinkles their nose at you, saying you smell kind of funny. They don't smell so great themselves. You just wish they would treat you the same as before.

Your dad explained that because omegas are the only designation an alpha can be truly mated with, we're talking soulmate level bonding, all the alphas in your family have been trying to determine whether your scent matches theirs. It doesn't. The way you smell puts them on edge, their alpha knows you're an omega and they also know that either your true mate hasn't been born yet (maybe never will) or they're part of another family. That last possibility doesn't make anyone happy.

You puff out your cheeks and follow behind your mom as she grabs a few more gowns. She's reserved the entire shop for the whole day, just so you could spend several hours being poked and prodded by the seamstress, to find the perfect gown for your designation celebration.

"I'm sorry I'm being a bit of a mood-killer, mom. It's all just so much already. Everyone is treating me differently and none of my friends seem to want anything to do with me anymore."

Her eyes soften, full of knowing. "Aww, sweetie, I know it's not easy. You just have to understand, being omega means things are going to be different. Granted, I don't know from personal experience, but you know how close Mari and I were. You'd have thought we were weened on the same teet," she chuckles brightly, remembering her best friend, "she confided in me just how demanding it was to be omega. Now, I'm not trying to scare you or anything, but you need to understand that nothing is going to be the same for you moving forward. People are going to look at you differently, they might be wary of you at first, but eventually, that wariness turns into reverence and respect. You're part of the hierarchy now, but a rare part that many could go their entire lives without encountering. So, of course, they're going to treat you a little differently at first. It's lucky that our family has experience with omegas, Mari is a fresh memory for us all."

You get it, you really do, but that doesn't make it any easier. Mari always seemed happy, even after she fell ill, she was quick with a smile and comforting words for any who needed it. "Thanks, mom." You smile but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. Perhaps, all it will take is some time. Time for everyone to adjust.

"Come on, let's get you to try these gowns on. Jules said she'll need at least a week for any alterations and we don't have much more time than that before the full moon. Lots of work to do!" You can't help but smile as your mother continues to chatter about the preparations for your designation celebration. You'd endure this a thousand times over just to see her bright eyes and smile. It's not like your parents will get this experience again. You're their only child, quite uncommon, but your mom had a rough time getting pregnant and an even tougher time being pregnant. No, you can't keep being a stick in the mud over this party, your mom and dad deserve better than that.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of satins and silks. The gown you and your mother finally decide on is exquisite and you're honestly, if a bit surprisingly, looking forward to wearing it. The plunging neckline accentuates your full breast, the tapered waist gives a nice defining line to the swell of your hips. It's rich, violet silk that shifts to darker tones of indigo under the lights. It's floor length with a slit that hits you mid-thigh on one side. The back of the gown is one large panel of intricate, dainty lace with iridescent moon opal accents sewn in the shape of a giant crescent moon in the center of the back. The shiny stones match the moon opal necklace and earrings your mother passed down to you on your eighteenth birthday. They were gifted to her by her mother when she presented. The silver heels that peek out from beneath the hem complete the look perfectly. Your hair is pinned perfectly with thick curling tendrils cascading just so.

The full moon arrives before you know it, the preparations for your party continued right up until just an hour ago when your mother shooed you away upstairs to begin getting ready. Roland is hosting your party, his lavish and extensive home the apex of your pack's land. The sprawling mansion has been in the family for many generations, each new alpha adding his own flair. A man of few words and fewer niceties, Roland begrudgingly allowed your mother to redecorate the bottom floor of his home for tonight. There are beautiful strands of garland wrapping around banisters, beautiful and exotic rugs covering the white marble floors, and flickering candles blaze on every available surface. It's to be a grand affair, one your family will be known for, for years to come.

"You look beautiful," your father states softly. The tender look in his eye makes your heart ache. There is pride shining there, pride in seeing his little girl all grown up, despite being well into your twenties. That's a fact you've tried to remind him of the last few days. Each time he just waves a hand in the air, dismissively, and proclaims you'll never be too old to be his little girl.

There is a swift knock at the door that draws your attention. Before you can move to open it, the door swings open to reveal Roland. He's dressed in a smart suit, charcoal gray with subtle black pinstripes and a white collared shirt. "The Jeons. Really?"

"Now, Ro, let's not get heated over this," your dad begins, stepping around you.

The alpha huffs a low growl. "You expect me to not get heated over them being invited into my house?"

"Dad, what is he talking about? Ro," you turn to your pack leader, "what are you talking about?"

Roland's eyes drift from your father to you. "Apparently, it seems your parents have decided to invite everyone to your designation party. Everyone."

Your eyes flash, heat rises under your skin. "I'm sorry," you turn to your father, hands going onto your hips, "you did what?!"

Your father puffs up his chest, meeting both your and Roland's challenges glares. "She's presented as omega, Roland. You know as well as I do, that means everyone gets invited. Bad blood and feuds are put to bed for the night and we all grit our teeth, plaster on a smile, and celebrate."

You want nothing more than to scream. The last thing you need tonight is seeing any of those smug, land stealing assholes. Five years ago the youngest Jeon presented as alpha and took over their family. He's the one that pushed their borders, he's the one that took land from your family...and now he's going to be showing up at your party. That scream demands to be released. "I need a minute," you grate out between your clenched teeth.

Your dad at least has the graces to give you an apologetic look. "Okay, honey, but don't be too long. Guests are already arriving downstairs. I'll send your mother up in a few."

Your stomach is in knots. You knew for an omegas designation celebration that it's customary to invite all packs. It's a night for rejoicing, a night for true celebration that should put even the worst enemies into good spirits around one another. Your designation is so rare it can bridge the gap between centuries-long blood feuds. If the Jeons are coming then that surely means the Kims, Jungs, Mins, and Parks will be in attendance, too. They're not all of the same family, but they're so close they might as well merge ties. Then, on the other hand, you know the Bartons will be here, too. If there is one centuries-old blood feud that is famous above the rest, it's between the Parks and the Bartons. You're not even really sure why, something about a stolen pack omega some four hundred years ago. Longer than anyone can really remember to get the story right.

The night air is cool as you push open the double doors leading out onto the balcony of your borrowed room. Roland's house is big enough to house many guests when the need arises. This particular room is fairly secluded, overlooking the small rose garden off of the east wing. If you crane your neck and lean out over the railing you can see the lights from the large patio and pool deck. The back doors are wide open, the sound of music faintly carrying to your ears. The patio and giant pergola are draped in twinkling fairy lights. You see bodies moving around, mingling and wonder if any of the figures you see are people you've sworn as your enemy.

You can smell the rose garden below, fragrant even this late in the season. The wind picks up, pulling your hair over your shoulder, the strands tickling along the side of your neck. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. As you fill your lungs with the cool night air you freeze. On the undercurrent of the breath you just inhaled, there is something...something strange. A smell you've never smelled before. You take another large lungful of air, catching the faint scent again. You can't place it. It's heady and intoxicating. You want to stand here and pull in large breaths until you go fuzzy in the head. Whatever it is, it smells delicious.

Before you can take in another tantalizing lungful the door to your room opens. Your mom's light voice breaks through your hazy fog, "it's time, sweetie, let's present you to the world."

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[a-french-coconut]

Drew Tanaka (part 1)

I've already posted some extracts but I wanted to keep writing the fic here (:

A first punch leaves the mirror shattered and her fist bloodied.

There’s a traitor. 

An another one sends flying all the beauty products standing on the shelves of Cabin 10’s bathroom. 

“-Oh my gods, honey, are you crying ? What happened ? 

-Charlie is— oh Drew I… it’s all my fault but he told me he—

-Silena, what happened to Beckendorf ? 

-HE’S DEAD DREW ! He… he blew himself up to sabotage Luke’s armies because someone told him they were coming ! Oh no, hum, forget I said anything sweetheart, okay ? The counsellors are supposed to keep it secret ‘cause we wouldn’t want to cause a panic right ? Hey, Drew ? Are you listening to me ? You can’t tell anyone about this you hear me ?” 

A third punch lands on the wall, bruising severely Drew’s knuckles but the pain is better than what’s she’s been feeling since Silena slipped up. 

There’s a traitor, there’s a fucking traitor who wants them all dead, they killed Beckendorf, they probably killed Lee and Castor and they will kill everyone else if Drew doesn’t find who it is. 

There’s a scorching inferno in her heart. She never suspected she could hate someone she doesn’t know with such passion (oh buy you know them don’t you ? Odds are the traitor already talked with you, laughed with you, trained with you.).

Before she can break her hand landing a fourth punch, someone knock on the door and ask if everything is all right. 

“No” she wants to snarl back, “we are all going to die because of some heartless monster !” 

Instead she just responds with a sharp “everything’s fine, coming out is a few minutes. Can’t a girl finish her makeup in peace for gods’ sake ?”. She hears an offended huff and she knows she’s alone again. 

No matter what other people think, Drew Tanaka is nor heartless nor a bitch. She might lack some basic empathy skills but last time she checks, she’s not responsible for everyone’s feelings just because she’s the daughter of the goddess of Love. Plus, Silena is empathic enough for the both of them. Except that she’s been a mess of tears and chocolate for the last two days and just like that, pure white-hot rage burns from her heart to her veins, a firestorm blazing in her blood and igniting her whole body aflame. 

Drew cares about Silena. She’s the one who welcomed her with a warm smile and chocolate gifted by her father. She’s the one laughed with as she told her stories about Sasha and the one who held her after she saw his headless body on the ground during the Battle of the Labyrinth. She’s the one she yelled at for thinking herself above the Rite of Passage and continuing dating Charles Beckendorf when Drew had to break the heart of his best friend only for him to die two weeks later. Silena is the sister Drew loves and adores, all resentment and bitterness melted away by those blue eyes and kind smile. That means that the bastard who got her boyfriend’s sister killed is going to pay for what he did. 

For Drew is the daughter of Aphrodite Areia, the warlike goddess. 

Every monster and demigod who dare venture in the Midtown Tunnel is shot down by Drew and her siblings. Her arms ache from stringing her bow far too many times and the occasional stab for those getting a little too closer. Love is as compassionate as it is merciless and Drew has no qualms in slitting an enemy’s throat (they will join the other ghosts in her nightmares), not when she hears Silena’s mourning cries in her ears. She wonders where her older sister is right now. The girl disappeared hours ago, going back to Camp to convince Clarisse to come fight with them. She’s sure her sister managed to convince her, the stubborn daughter of war loves Silena as much as she does. She is proven right when she hears whispers of the girl warrior dragging a drakon behind her (she does not know of the blue-eyed girl whose face has been deformed by acid, a silver charm bracelet found on her arm).

The moon slowly bows to the sun as she disappears and the sky turns a bright summer blue. The fight is over for now, the only moment of peace found in death because no one would dare attack when each side recovers their friends and siblings’ corpses from the battleground (not when they could be the next body lying on the ground), ensuring them proper funeral rites. 

part 2 posted !

[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chapter 6.5

Last/Next

Haruchiyo x Ran

TW: Abuse

A/N: A break from our main story

“Get up,” Ran’s hand comes down hard on Haruchiyo’s bare, blanket-covered ass. “You know we have shit to do today.” There’s a smile in his voice.

Haru buries his face deep into one of Ran’s thick, fluffy pillows. There’s nothing he wants to do today. He’s sore and tired, and it’s probably one in the afternoon. Has the day not already gotten away from them? He groans when Ran punishes his inaction by yanking the blankets off him.

“We started making meeting times later because of you and now you won’t even get up?”

“We don’t even have a meeting today,” Haru sits up on the edge of the bed. Messy pink hair falls onto his face. He rubs his eyes, “We can’t stay here and have sex? We have to get this done today?”

“We both already showered last night for this exact reason so, no.” Ran asserts as he pulls his black sweater over his tank top.

“Whatever.” Haruchiyo stands with his aching body and goes to raid Ran’s closet for clothes he’s left in his many times over. Though, truthfully, he’ll likely end up wearing something of Ran’s.

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The inside of Ran’s car is hot even on a quite windy and cold spring day. Still, the sun is out, and that’s enough to make that brown leather interior uncomfortable. Haruchiyo cracks his passenger-side window.

“... And that piece of shit told me he only did it for his kids. Like I give a fuck?” Haruchiyo likes to talk more than outsiders would think. Ran thinks he might hate having to deal with his own thoughts alone. “But, recently, I think I’m supposed to.” He says it like a question.

“Supposed to what?” Ran spares Haruchiyo a glance, eyebrows knitted together. Surely, he’s not saying he should…

“Care.” Haruchiyo chuckles, biting at a hangnail on his thumb.

“No.” Ran presses his lips together into a hard, thin line.

“Well, you’re weird and I’m not sure you have feelings so…” He looks down into his lap and shakes his head. Haruchiyo has had this thought several times before but has never said it out loud. He’s sure most people around Ran feel the same.

“Yet, you always bring these things to me, right?” Ran has feelings. Probably. He thinks he does.

“Right, but? I mean, I don’t feel baaad- I just- I don’t know. Whatever. You’re right.”

“You don’t know these people, so why should you care? All they did for you was make your job harder.” Ran can see Haru nodding in his peripheral vision. It goes silent. Now, it’s Ran’s turn. “Why did you wait until your thirties to think about this?”

“Maybe, one day, I want to change and be a better person… I’m allowed to change.” He says matter-of-factly.

Ran belly laughs and Haruchiyo feels his heart sink.

“Never going to happen. I think we’re on a domestic terrorism watch list or something.” Ran speaks with a big smile.

“So?” Haru can feel his blood simmering in his hands.

“We did the domestic terrorism thing we’re being accused of. So, when you decide this is over for you,” Ran cracks a smile. “And the feds are outside of your door? You did it.”

“Fuck off.” Haruchiyo huffs out knowing he’s right.

“You’ll be fine. Worry about these things on your deathbed.”

If you make it far enough to have one, Ran thinks to himself but has no need to say.

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Ran knocks on the door.

Nothing.

He knocks again.

Nothing.

He tries the handle.

It’s open.

Silently, they walk in. A small one-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor. There should be a couple there, but as they search the rooms, there’s no one. Just a white cat that doesn’t seem to mind their presence.

Ran heads out onto the balcony that overlooks an alleyway. Nothing. Haruchiyo follows him. He looks at the same barren concrete alleyway, just to be sure.

“We’re fucked.” Haruchiyo titters as he leans against the railing.

“It’s not funny.” Ran clenches his jaw.

“It is. A little bit. I didn’t want to do this today and now I don’t have to.” Haru looks up at Ran, who’s not taking this as lightly as he is.

“Figure out where they are. Now.”

“How?”

“Text someone. Find out. Kokonoi has cameras everywhere. Ask him.” His words come out sharp and forced. He doesn’t want to talk right now.

Haruchiyo pulls out his phone and there’s a notification from Kakucho.

12:43

No need to go to their house. We have them here already. We just need you and Ran to come by the building when you can.

He reads it aloud.

“When did he send that?” Ran asks.

Haruchiyo looks back at the screen, “twelve-forty-three.” He mumbles slowly.

“What time is it right now?” 

“Two-fifty.” He shows Ran the screen of his phone.

“Mhm.” Ran grabs the phone to check. “Two-fifty-one now.” He says before tossing it over the balcony.

Haruchiyo is stunned. In an instant, his phone is destroyed. Shattered into tiny pieces on the concrete below. There’s no point in even going to get it. It will have to be replaced. “Why did you do that?”

“Clearly you don’t need it, anyway. Right? Since you don’t check it.” Ran shrugs. His gaze dares Haruchiyo to do something about it. He watches as Haruchiyo’s face twists from confusion to anger.

“Fuck you.” He pushes Ran’s shoulder.

“No. Be better at your job.” Ran pushes back harder, forcing Haruchiyo to take a step back.

“I’m great at my job!” He shoots back. Haruchiyo doesn’t mean to yell, but he can’t stand when Ran acts like this. He knows he fucked up, but at worse, this is just wasted time.

Ran takes a deep breath and becomes eerily calm. His face becomes neutral and Haruchiyo has half a mind to walk away, but he can’t. He never can. When Ran steps closer to him and leans down to get in his face, Haruchiyo is glued in place. 

Ran snatches Haru’s face with one big, gloved hand in a death grip and shakes him once. “You’re great at wasting my time and being a nuisance to other people. You killed my friend and the loser that stabbed me could be dead by Kakucho’s gun and not mine, because you don’t check your fucking phone.” Thin pink brows are furrowed and they’re too close to break eye contact. The balcony is silent. “If I could kill you instead, I would.”

Ran probably really means that last part. Neither of them knows for sure. He’s gotten scarily close once before.

Haruchiyo doesn’t think before he spits on Ran. Nails him right in the face. But he’s not shocked when the next action is Ran’s fist connecting to his cheek and knocking his vision blurry momentarily. Haruchiyo falls against the wall. Ran is wiping his face with his sleeve and walking away. 

“Let’s go.” Ran slams the door behind him, leaving Haru alone in the apartment.

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It’s a relatively busy office building that they do these things at sometimes. Some of the floors are rented out to legitimate businesses and the top three floors are Bonten only territory. The basement too. For storage. Drugs and weapons. The occasional body on ice.

“I’m not going in,” Haruchiyo states as he closes the car door and it echoes through the parking garage.

“Then don’t.”

They go their separate ways.

Haruchiyo ends up a few blocks away fumbling with his keys, trying to unlock the doors to their club hours before it opens.

He busts in like he intends to raid the place. Kicks the door after locking it back.

Surprising only himself, he starts screaming. His fingers grip the roots of his hair as he lets it out like he’s supposed to breathe fire. Then, like it never happened, he goes silent and walks behind the bar whilst holding back tears. 

Drawers slam shut as fast as they’re opened as he searches for what he needs. It’s frantic.

“Shit!” He yells when he crushes a finger accidentally and because he cannot find anything to calm himself down. He grabs a bottle of vodka and pops it open. It burns his throat the perfect amount as it goes down.

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A loud banging rattles the wooden doors and jolts Haru out of his tipsy nap on the bar counter. It comes again. He stumbles over to the door with only the dim light of the bar guiding him. When he starts to unlock it something uneasy comes over him. He pauses.

“Ran?” He calls out.

“Open the door.” At the sound of Ran’s voice, Haruchiyo is having mixed feelings. They probably shouldn’t see each other for a few days. Or ever again?

He opens the door.

Ran is bigger than him, but at times like this, he feels like a giant. A light splattering of blood marring his black and white tank top, hugging his thin waist. Black sweater missing. Red knuckles. Black leather gloves shoved in his pocket. Glock tucked in his waistband on full display. Little strands of purple and black hair out of place. Tall, tattooed, thin, sinewy body on display. On purpose.

Ran isn’t going to apologize. Not directly. He’s not sorry. Haruchiyo knows, but it’s like he’s addicted to it. Addicted to this man hurting him.

“I don’t want to see you,” Haruchiyo seethes.

“You already opened the door.” Ran smirks. “Let me in.”

Haruchiyo steps out of the way. Like an idiot. Ran slides past him.

Ran takes in the environment. Nothing is out of place except an open bottle on the bar counter.

He’s a little drunk, Ran thinks.

Ran walks into the backroom, sure that Haruchiyo is right on his tail. He sits on the plush couch, legs spread, observing Haruchiyo leaning in the threshold who’s also watching him.

“I’m not-”

“You will.” Ran is self-assured. Always has been. “C’mon.”

Haruchiyo is irritated. Ran is a jackass, but Haruchiyo might be one too.

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Ran's lips are never chapped, never busted, never not slathered in waxy mint chapstick.

Haruchiyo cannot say the same. Ran breaks the skin of his lips open bi-weekly and kissing him might be the closest thing he does to putting on chapstick all day. Ran’s lips are soft and pillowy and when Haruchiyo sucks on his tongue, he can still taste the mint gum he must’ve had after smoking a cigarette on his way here. He knows Ran’s habits like the back of his hand.

To Ran, Haruchiyo tastes like an idiot. An idiot ready to do anything for a sign of affection. He’ll never say it out loud, but he does like kissing that fucked up face. Sometimes, he wishes he was the one that put those scars there instead of Manjirou. But he can’t change how it is. Ran can only create fresh scars; physical and mental. 

Ran lets Haruchiyo guide his back to the couch cushions. He lets Haruchiyo kiss him for a little longer and revels in the feeling of the rushed, nervous hands touching him everywhere within reach. Nimble fingers run through his hair and trace his waistline. Haruchiyo surprises Ran every time with how good of a kisser he actually is. Ran can’t help but smile and break the seal.

Haruchiyo comes up fast, “I don’t want to— uh…?” He scratches his head, the other hand resting on Ran’s chest. “I don’t want to have sex.” He comes to his senses with wide eyes. Part of him can’t believe what’s being said.

“Why?”

“Bad optics.”

“Shut up.”

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“You know what fucking sucks about you?” Haruchiyo slurs out. He drank more than he’d intended after Mochi came and opened the club.

“What?” Ran says in the slyest voice with a smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

“Your parents are- they’re rich! You don’t have to do this!” Haruchiyo throws his hands up. “I don’t even have parents! I just had Takeomi, who hated me for being gay, before I even knew I liked boys! And I’m NOT gay!” He shuffles in his seat. He’s hot and sweaty and doesn’t want to wear his seatbelt, so he unlocks it.

Ran can’t help it. He has to laugh. It’s funny how Haruchiyo can get when he’s drinking.

“My parents were absent, Haruchiyo. They never gave two fucks about Rin or me. But, I didn’t see myself doing the gang member thing forever, admittedly.”

Haruchiyo makes a noise of confusion and inebriation.

“I wanted to be famous. Internationally.”

“You are… kind of,” Haruchiyo says with a pitchy lilt and laughs.

Ran shrugs. Not in any way that matters.

Haruchiyo puts his seat back and sighs.

“What?”

“I want to get high.”

Ran says no.

Haruchiyo knows he’s being punished. He’s been sober recently if you don’t count the drinking, but this isn’t about that. Even in his intoxicated mind, he knows that.

“I’ll suck your dick if you apologize.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You are su-uch a piece of shit, you know that?” Haruchiyo says off the back of a burp. “You didn’t even apologize for my fucking teeth.”

“What?” Ran eyebrows pull together and he briefly takes his eyes off the road to look at Haruchiyo.

“You didn’t.”

“Because you don’t deserve it.” Ran scoffs. “Do you know how long I wanted to know what happened to Muto? Just for you to randomly tell me you killed him a decade ago?” He bites his lips and pulls into Haruchiyo’s driveway.

“He deserved it when I killed him and you deserved it when that man stabbed you. Should’ve put you down with that bastard,” Haruchiyo states with a drunken smile before getting out and slamming the door behind him.

Haruchiyo makes his way to his doorstep, looking for his keys.

Ran follows him, slamming his door. “Repeat that.”

He stops fumbling for his keys. There’s nothing but air and opportunity. Ran looks pissed off in a way that makes Haruchiyo’s drunk little heart flutter. He says it differently this time.

“You should’ve been reunited with that asshole when that man stabbed you.”

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Saving each other

(James Potter / Regulus Black ; Sirius Black & Regulus Black | 697 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Alive

CW: child abuse (Walburga and Orion A+ parenting)

It was a night James is sure he will never forget. The picture of Sirius, bloody, his hair mass and a hunted look on his face, with unconscious Regulus in his arms, firmly burned in his memory. It was a regular boring Wednesday until late at night someone frantically started knocking on their door. And everything changed.

James has never been this scared in his life. His hands were trembling when he wrapped them around Regulus to hold him. His voice broke when he called for his parents to help him when Sirius collapsed on the ground.

It's the morning of the next day. Sirius and James are sitting on the sofa in James’ bedroom talking in hushed voices.

“… after mother raised her wand, I don’t remember much,” Sirius says. James needs to know what happened, but he hates that his best friend has to live through it again. “I don’t know for how long it was happening, but they left me there on the ground in the end. That’s when Reg…” Sirius wipes his wet cheeks. “That’s when Reg came. He snuck out of his room to help me, but our parents heard him.”

James looks at the bed where his boyfriend is still sleeping. He hasn’t woken up since they arrived. But his parents and the healer say he should be alright, his body just needs time to heal. James would gladly take every curse instead of him. Just to spare him the pain. But he can’t. He just has to sit here and wait.

“He locked the door.” Sirius continues. “I could see the moment he made the decision. He pushed me into the fireplace the second our mother stormed in furious. Don’t you fucking dare to come back, Sirius. I got this. He yelled at me. He trowed the floo powder and called the name of an abandoned house we used to play in.”

James wants to burn the world to the ground. And most of all he wants to burn everyone who laid a hand on his best friend and boyfriend. He gave up a long time ago on trying not to cry.

“The last thing I saw was how the curse hit his body. My little brother. Screaming on the ground.” Sirius gets up to check on Regulus. He does it a lot. They both do. As to make sure he is still there sleeping. Sirius sits on the ground next to the bed. “I couldn’t leave him there, Prongs. I went back there in the middle of the night. No one expected me to, so they didn’t see us leaving. But they will know it was me. They will come for us. That’s why Regulus wanted to stay there. So, they would leave me alone.”

James slides down next to Sirius pressing their shoulders together. “You are safe. We will work this out. My parents are already talking to aurors.” Sirius gives him a sad look full of hopelessness that twists James’ stomach.

“I need you to take care or him, James. He will be mad at me when he wakes up. And he will need you.”

“Why would be mad at you?”

“Because I didn’t listen to him.”

“You saved him, he can’t be mad at you.”

“It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that he is here, alive.” Sirius closes his eyes like he has to repeat the last word several times in his mind to convince himself that it’s true. “Will you take care of him for me please?”

“Of course. I always take care of him.” Sirius knows this. But he still looks relief when he hears the confirmation. “I will go to call Remus.” He says and walks out of the room.

James sits on the other side of the bed. He doesn’t touch Regulus. For one he doesn’t want to wake him up, but he also knows it might scare the boy. So even if his arms are aching for him to wrap them around his boyfriend, he doesn’t. He settles for watching Regulus’ chest rise and fall. Each breath is a demonstration of the words: alive, safe, here with me.