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eurydicees · 2 years

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tamakyo #7 or #13 for the spotify wrapped?

jesus christ this was a lot of projecting and also a lot of "i need someone to say this shit to me, like, right now" kind of writing. that's on me for having early sunsets over monroeville as my #7 song of 2022 though. god. whatever ok. i really hope you enjoy, and if you would like a fic that doesn't have TWs, please please please feel free to request another number and, if you would like, you can specify what you don't want in the fic. all the love, anon <3

summary: tamaki watches the sunrise, and thinks a little too much. kyoya talks him down just enough. prompt: spotify wrapped #7, early sunsets over monroeville (my chemical romance) pairings: tamaki suoh/kyoya ootori words: 2401 warnings: depression

to be the sunlight on a heartbreak

Tamaki is watching the sunset again.

It’s not something that he usually makes a habit of, but recently, he’s been finding himself sitting on the fire escape of his apartment staring out at the horizon at five in the morning more and more often. It’s not something he particularly enjoys, but it’s something to do while he can’t sleep. Sit on the steps with a mug of tea and a blanket. Just watching the sun rise. His eyes on the pinks and oranges, listening to the waking calls of the birds, watching for the first commuters to start up their cars and make their way down the streets.

He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been able to sleep recently. He doesn’t know why his brain won’t shut off well enough for him to close his eyes for longer than a blink. He doesn’t know why there’s a constant tremble to his fingertips, or why there’s a kind of buzzing under his skin that just seems to live there nowadays. There’s a kind of aching that lives in his chest and it seems to grow every night that he doesn’t sleep, and he can’t find a name to it no matter how many dictionaries he reads and no matter how many languages he reads them in.

There’s something wrong with him, he’s pretty sure.

But for now, he watches the sunset. For now, he sits on the front steps, sinking into the cold of the concrete beneath him, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. For now, he keeps his eyes on the horizon, as if he’s looking forward to something.

Maybe that’s the problem—that he has nothing to look forward to at the moment. He doesn’t know what it is that he’s waiting for, but he feels like he’s in a perpetual state of waiting, of lingering, of anticipation. The problem is that there’s nothing coming. Just this cold, concrete feeling of dread that settles in his chest just as he is settling on the steps.

He stares out at the sunrise and wishes that the sunlight could burn all of this out of him, burn out this deep hole in his chest until it’s filled with fire, with something bright, with hope, with life. There was a time when he felt like that, he remembers; like the world was full of possibility, like the sun was just one of a thousand lights in the sky, like his body was filled to the brim with potential, like he had the world at his fingertips.

Now, at age twenty two, fresh out of university and waiting for the sunrise, he can’t remember why he ever felt like that.

Graduation had been a strange affair. It had been bittersweet, in a way, because he truly was ready to be done with academics, and he was ready to move on with his life. He wasn’t sure what he was moving on to exactly, but he knew he was ready to move on. He just knew that he had every possibility waiting for him.

His father had offered a position with the Suoh businesses, in any of the branches he wished, and part of him wanted to take it. Part of him wanted to take that easy route out: join his father at the height of high society, get richer, live in a mansion with his grandmother, play piano only when he got stressed and needed a breather. Part of him wanted that path.

A bigger part of him hated the idea. A bigger part of him was loyal to passion more than ease. A bigger part of him wanted to join a symphony, wanted to live in a little apartment above a ramen shop with a fire escape that he could sit at in the mornings and drink his tea. A bigger part of him wanted to be with Kyoya.

These aren’t choices that his father loved, exactly, but he didn’t cut him off either, which Tamaki is going to count as a bigger success than he had been anticipating. He had been willing to let go of everything if it had meant living this life, but he hadn’t had to. That’s more than a lot of people from Ouran who made this kind of decision can say.

Tamaki heard a rumor of another classmate who had left the family for America and hadn’t come back. The rumor, though, was less about the leaving and more about the way his classmate had dropped out of college to give birth to twins out of wedlock and gotten cut off by her parents out of the shame of it all.

So worse has happened than Tamaki sitting on a fire escape and knowing that he could call his father and get dinner with him at some point in the coming weeks. Worse has happened than Tamaki feeling vaguely nostalgic for the high school and university years when things seemed simpler: going from class to class, doing homework, practicing piano every evening, laughing with his friends at three in the morning over a shared bottle of vodka and comparing life stories.

He doesn’t know why he’s so fucking sad all the time. He doesn’t know why he can’t sleep. He doesn’t know why this tea tastes more like scented water than tea. He doesn’t know why he misses Kyoya even though Kyoya is in their bedroom sleeping soundly, only a breath or a word away. He doesn’t know why it feels, sometimes, like no one sees him.

Sitting on the fire escape, the world feels so giant and he feels like dust. The universe is so vast, so full of life and color and potential energy, and his problems are so small. He looks out at the horizon, where the sun is starting to rise. It’s so big. It’s an orange in the sky: the colors peeling away into pink and yellow. It’s a lemon or a lollipop: dripping, melting from inside out. It’s an Olympic medal: an eternity away from where he sits, bright and brilliant and gold.

Tamaki takes a sip of his tea. Watches the melting of the sky. Orange to pink to yellow to blue; to such a bright, bright blue. He wonders how many sunrises he’ll have to watch before he truly feels like the day is a new start instead of just another drag forwards from yesterday. The sunrise is supposed to feel like a beginning, isn’t it? But Tamaki watches the sun brighten the world, the streetlamps clicking off, a car is starting up, and he thinks that this feels more like an ending.

It feels like dawn is coming late, or the sunset is coming early. Tamaki swallows down another bitter sip of tea. It tastes like nothing but heat, and he thinks that he’s burning his tongue with every sip, but he doesn’t stop drinking it. Doesn’t pause to let it cool. Just lets it burn him from inside out, keeping him warm in the cool air of the dawn.

Sometimes he thinks that he’s nothing at all. Sometimes he thinks that the world is nothing, too. Sometimes he thinks—

“Tamaki?”

Tamaki flinches, looking behind him to the window the opens onto the fire escape. Kyoya is standing there, frowning at him. Sleep is still heavy in his eyes as he blinks wearily, rubbing at one eye before dropping both hands to the window sill and leaning out to get a better view of Tamaki.

“It’s not even seven in the morning,” Kyoya says, studying him. “Why are you awake?”

Tamaki shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“You haven’t been able to sleep for a few days now.” Kyoya yawns. “Come back to bed, Tamaki.”

“I’m watching the sunrise,” Tamaki says blankly. He can’t sleep, doesn’t Kyoya understand? He can’t even keep his eyes closed for long enough to try. His thoughts keep getting in the way; a restlessness in his body keeps calling out to him.

Kyoya frowns at him again. There’s a pause, and for a moment, Tamaki thinks that he’s going to turn around and go back to bed without a fight. For a moment, he thinks that Kyoya is going to walk away from this, from him, from all his problems. For a moment, he thinks that maybe Kyoya doesn’t care enough to ask what’s wrong. To stay.

“Okay,” Kyoya says. “I’ll watch with you.”

Tamaki nods, not questioning it. Sometimes it feels like everything's falling to pieces around him, and the only thing whole is Kyoya. Sometimes it feels like the only stable island in a rocky ocean is the way Kyoya looks at him: unflinching, unafraid, constant, loving, devoted. Sometimes it feels like, while Tamaki is fighting for his life in choppy waters, Kyoya is a lighthouse guiding him home.

He’s being dramatic again, but he thinks that he made the right choice when he told his father he didn’t want to work at the company. It’s not dramatic to say that he knows he’s so much happier here than he ever would have been as a businessman.

Still, though, he doesn’t think he’s quite happy, and he doesn’t know why. He has a good thing going on, he has a good life, he has everything going for him. So why isn’t he satisfied? Why does he crave something else? Something unnameable? Why is there an emptiness in his chest that burns like a bonfire and why does his heart feel like a mangled bird on a spit over that bonfire?

“What’s going on?” Kyoya asks quietly. He keeps his eyes on the sunrise, not looking at Tamaki.

He’s now sitting down next to him, pressed into his side. Tamaki shifts, putting the blanket around Kyoya’s shoulders so that they can share the warmth. The blanket isn’t quite big enough, but it’ll do. Kyoya has always gotten cold so easily, and there's still a chill in the air.

“I don’t know,” Tamaki murmurs. He doesn’t look at Kyoya, just cups the mug of tea in his two hands, soaking in the warmth. The tea is slowly getting colder, and he almost misses the scorching heat of it against his tongue. It made him feel a little more awake. His voice breaks. “I don’t know, Kyoya.”

Kyoya still doesn’t look at him, but he does lean closer into Tamaki’s side and he does pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I—” Tamaki stops. Closes his eyes. He thinks he can still see the sunset behind his eyes. “I feel so tired. So fucking tired. Like there’s a kind of vacancy in my chest and I don’t know how to fill it. I feel like there’s no reason to get out of bed, but I also feel like there’s no reason to go to sleep if I’m just going to have to wake up. I feel like—like the end of the world is happening all of the time all at once and I can’t do anything to stop it. I feel like the sunrise is too late and the sunset is too early. I feel like I could be non-existent and nothing would change. I feel like—”

“Tamaki,” Kyoya says gently, cutting him off. “Breathe.”

Tamaki opens his eyes. Takes a breath. He glances at Kyoya, finds him staring. Their eyes meet and Tamaki wonders what he looks like to Kyoya. What kind of mess he sees. What kind of person he sees. He wonders, sometimes, if Kyoya can still love him as he is. They met when they were fourteen, after all. Tamaki has changed so much since then; he’s not the same person as he was when they first fell in love at sixteen. It’s not like they ever signed some contract to stay the same forever, but sometimes Tamaki wonders if Kyoya even recognizes him anymore. How can Kyoya stay, if the Tamaki he loved is just one distant memory?

“I don’t know what’s wrong.” Tamaki swallows; turns away. He can feel Kyoya watching him, but he doesn’t look back as he keeps talking. “I just feel so…so lonely all the fucking time. And I know you’re here and I know I have friends who are here, too, it’s just that sometimes I feel like I’m the only one in the world and everyone else is just…in my head. I don’t know. It just gets to me sometimes.”

Kyoya nods, slow and considering. He can be a good listener when he wants to be, when he’s trying. Recently, he’s gotten better about trying more often. Maybe Kyoya has changed too, since they fell in love. Tamaki loves him through every iteration of who he has been and will be; he has loved Kyoya in every lifetime and parallel universe and he doesn’t plan on stopping now. But Kyoya has also always been special. Tamaki doesn’t know what the fuck it is that’s making Kyoya stay with him.

“I don’t know how to talk you out of that,” Kyoya says softly. He turns back to the sunrise. “But I’m here. In peaceful times and in sickness, remember?”

Tamaki squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the sting of tears. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know if I quite understand what you’re saying,” Kyoya continues, “but I’m listening, okay? I hear you. And I see you.”

Kyoya smiles at him, soft and unsure and honest. It’s as vulnerable as Kyoya gets, Tamaki knows. Kyoya reaches over, takes his hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses his knuckles, gentle and sweet, just the briefest of touches. Another moment in the series of moments that make up a universe. Tamaki exhales. Breathes. Kyoya intertwines their fingers and leans into Tamaki.

“We’re okay,” Kyoya tells him.

It’s not a dismissal of Tamaki’s feelings, because Kyoya has never been anything less than perfectly attentive and attuned to everything Tamaki feels, and it’s not Kyoya pretending that Tamaki’s spiraling isn’t happening. Neither is it a promise nor a guarantee that things will get better or get easier or get more manageable.

But still—Kyoya said we. They’re together, at the very least, and so they’re going to bear the weight of the universe. The heaviness of the sunrise weighs on their shoulders, but they have four hands between the two of them. That will have to be enough.

“The sun’s up,” Tamaki says softly. “New day.”

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A POGO STICK!!!!!! This is extreme even for you Kuripa! Also, don’t think I didn’t notice you about to rip her guts, Makato. Maybe the both of you ought to have a session with Miaya when we get back to Japan

She’s...dead...!?

...

Yeah...Things got...messy...

*Kuripa steps forward.

I was the one who did it. I’ll take whatever responsibility I need to.

...

Sorry Four...But you know just as well as I do that...

...Nah, never mind.

It’s ok Maya. I get it. Besides, it’s not like you killed her.

*Four takes her hand.

It’s over. We’ve won, at long last.

Yeah...

...

*Makoto watches Maya reunite with the other Freedom Foundation members, who all comfort her and help tend to her wounds.

Makoto...

...I don’t feel like talking right now...

Hey-!

*Kyoko tries to get Makoto’s attention, but she’s ignored. Makoto starts to head back to the camper.

Seriously Makoto! What’s up with you!?

...

We were too late...Even after all the effort it took to get here, and even after Emilia’s gone, we couldn’t save Hiro...Now there’s nothing left for us here.

That doesn’t mean you can just act like none of this concerns you. We’re all still here and safe, so we should work together on what comes next.

He’s right. The Freedom Foundation also might get into trouble if we’re not there to help them. They are still kinda wanted criminals...

That doesn’t seem fair. They’re the real heroes of this story, not us. They should be recognized as such.

All the more reason we should help them out. We’ll get it done quicker if we team up and do it together.

That sounds pretty carefree of you Kyoko. I figured you’d be more focused on thinking of a plan of attack. Even if Feng’s gone, Zetsubou are still lurking on our doorstep. We don’t have time to take a breather.

Trivial it may sound, I think it’s a good idea.

I understand feeling impatient Makoto, but patience is key at times like these. Besides, not to sound crude, but your subordinate is the one who put an end to Feng’s life. You share responsibility for not stopping him.

...Not stopping him huh? ...You moron.

Wh-What did you just say...!?

Ok, settle down. There’s no need-

Shut it Komaru!

!!?

Leave me the hell out of this!

*Makoto spits in the general direction, turns his back and leaves in a huff.

What the heck was that about!?

What happened to him...!? It’s like he’s a completely different person.

Makoto...

...

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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What’s a Month?

Part 3

Pairings: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mutual pining, hidden feelings, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, divorce, fluff.

Summary: Dieter needs some time away from Hollywood, and the drugs, and the ex- wife. So his PR team have sent him to a remote cottage in Ireland to take a breather. You are a journalist and your boss has sent you on a wild goose chase. What happens when your both booked into the same cottage with the r man who broke your heart?

Part 2

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You practically jumped out of your skin as you sat up quickly in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Did someone just scream? You listened carefully and then you heard it again. Dieter! Flipping back the covers you run into his room in nothing but short and a tank top.

Bursting in his door you find him sitting back against the headboard and pointing at the glass window. “There’s something out there. There’s a…there’s a goat or something and it’s just staring at me.” Don’t laugh at him, this isn’t funny. Trying hard not to laugh you bite into your bottom lip.

“Dieter there is a goat staring at you.” He whips his head around quickly to look at you, fear in his eyes. “It’s the plastic goat by the desk, you know the one that’s here for decoration,” you say pointing at the plastic goat. He looks at it then and lets out a little laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. Aw he’s embarrassed.

“Are you ok now?” He nods his head keeping his gaze away from you until you move towards the door. “Wait!” Stopping, you turn back to face him and you can see the hesitation in his eyes as he plays with the hem of his t-shirt. “Can you…can you stay here tonight? I don’t want the alone.”

He’s looking straight at you now with those puppy dog eyes and you can’t say no. “Uh fine but we’re putting a pillow wall between us.” He nods his head rapidly as he scoots over on the bed, holding up the covers for you to slide in. “Night Dieter.”

***

Dieter just lay there staring up at the ceiling as he listened to your breathing even out, signalling you had fallen asleep. Fuck I need to lay off the drugs. Made a fool of myself. She’s not gonna want you back now you idiot.

He turned on his side and even though there was a pillow between you both he could still see the back of your head, your hair cascading onto the pillow. He remembers when you would cuddle into him at night. He felt safe, loved. Why did you let your insecurities ruin everything. Closing his eyes he drifts into sleep dreaming of a time when you loved him.

The next morning he stirs awake feeling something move beside him. He peaks open his eye to find you cuddled into him, arm draped over his stomach and head resting on his shoulder. He couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face. So much for the pillow wall.

***

Nuzzling into your pillow it feels, warm? Opening your eyes just a little, you realise that sometime during the night you moved towards him. Arm and leg thrown over him. Heck you were practically straddling him at this point. Jesus! Even when your asleep your seeking him out. You chance looking up at him and sure enough he’s wide awake, gaze set on you.

“Morning sunshine.”

“Morning,” you say pulling yourself off him and sitting up. He follows your lead but makes sure he’s sitting close, legs still touching.

“Thanks for last night…I…I need to lay off that stuff. I’m sorry if I woke you I…”

“Dieter it’s ok I didn’t mind. Once you’re ok that’s all that matters.” Looking over at the offending object standing at the window you snicker.

“What’s so funny?” He says, amusement in his tone.

“Oh, just the goat that terrified the Dieter Bravo, Oscar winner.” He follows your line of sight and bursts out laughing.

“Fuck, I was really off my face wasn’t I?”

“Yep! Maybe stay off it altogether while you’re here.” You look at him now, his face alight with happiness, eyes crinkled in that way you’ve missed. A little flutter in your chest has you remembering a time when this was a regular occurrence. You panic. “Anyway, breakfast?”

“Yes please I’m starving.” You can feel his eyes on you as you hop out of bed and suddenly, you become very self conscious. Practically running out the door you fail to see the look of adoration on Dieters face.

Breakfast was, silent. But not those awkward silences where you overthink everything and are unsure of what to say. No. This was comfortable. A silence that said more than if you had been talking. It wasn’t until you were both cleaning up that he spoke to you. “You remember that time we just took off for the weekend and my PA and my agent couldn’t find us. I went totally MIA.” He says it so casually with a smile on his face that you freeze for a second. He remembered?

“I rented that cabin out by the lake and we had no laptops, no phones, we just existed.” He stares out the window now, a distant look in his eyes and you take this opportunity to look at him, really look at him. His hair is longer now, curling at the ends and he has significantly more greys than before but that somehow adds to his handsomeness. You remember that weekend so fondly. It was the only time you had him completely to yourself, no distractions.

“It’s the happiest I’ve ever felt. That weekend with you. I still think about it. I…” He coughs then and shakes his head a little. “I’m sorry. Don’t mind me. So, plan for today?”

Whiplash. That’s what you have right now. He changed the topic so suddenly and now he’s staring at you. “Uh…I…I’m going to head down to the village and pay the little bookshop a visit, maybe chat to some of the locals. I don’t know.”

“Mind if I tag along?” His hazel eyes look at you now with hope and although you need to be away from him now. Your emotions are all over the place. You haven’t the heart to refuse him. “Sure, why not?”

***

You were beautiful.

He’d always thought so but looking at you here and now as you riffle through the old books - a genuine smile on your face - you looked like a goddess.

“I remember when my John used to look at me like that. Used to have butterflies in my stomach. He always made me feel like the only women in the world, especially in a room full of people.”

Dieter is embarrassed. His face beet red at having been caught staring at you with heart eyes. His hand automatically goes behind his head, scratching nervously. “I…we…she’s not my…”

“Ah! I get it. But you love her?” The old women - maybe not old, probably late fifties- looks at him now, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Yes! I do. I love her.”

“Then I suggest you tell her.”

“Oh I…I can’t.”

“Nonsense. Of course you can.”

“We have a…a history. Not a good one…I hurt her and I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”

“Well I’m no expert and I certainly don’t know either of you but if it’s any consolation, she keeps stealing glances when she thinks you’re not looking. Do with that information what you will.” She rests her hand gently on his arm, her eyes boring into his.

“You only get that kinda love once in a lifetime. Don’t let it pass you by; again.”

What is it with old people coming up to him on this island? “Hey, are you ok? You seem distracted.”

His eyes find yours and he can see it. Right there in front of him. His future.

“I’m fine. Find anything good?”

“Found a few books I haven’t read. This place is amazing. I’m gonna spend my whole month right here.” Please don’t. “Wanna get some food?”

“Sure.”

Later that evening, after having went for a walk trying to get a feel for the place you decide to have a quick shower. You’re distracted as you make your way to the bathroom that you don’t see Dieter walking towards you until you smack into him. His hands wrap around you steadying you and you let your eyes trail up his bare chest until you meet each other’s gaze. Your is beating wildly in your chest and your skin is on fire from his touch. There’s a heat in his gaze that’s sending a spark straight to your core.

“Sorry I didn’t see you…I was just going to have a shower.”

“Me too.”

Oh fuck! Don’t think about him in the shower, all naked and wet and… His eyes never leave you and he begins to pull you closer until you’re flush against him. You could cut the tension with a knife. A hand comes to gently cup your cheek and his thumb rubs circles into your skin. He begins to lean in slowly until your lips are a breath away. Automatically closing your eyes waiting for the kiss you so desperately want. But it doesn’t come.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Suddenly his arms drop away from you and he’s turned the other way and you vaguely hear the door to his room close. What just happens? Your breathing is coming in ragged breathes and your heart is hammering in your chest. You feel…you don’t know how you feel. Relieved? Hurt? Both?

Why couldn’t you just hate him, it would make this far easier. You know the answer to that too. You could never hate him. Not when the sight of him makes your heart flutter, makes the butterflies in your stomach explode, makes your skin tingle. No you could never hate him because you know deep down that it’s quite the opposite…you love him.

I’m so fucked.

Part 4

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littledreamlife · 2 years

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My understanding of the situation is basically:

Amber Heard was ridiculously obnoxious and abusive on tape

The theatrics about Johnny removing himself to calm down...

Johnny 100% hit and name-called Amber and slammed stuff

They both did abuse, but Amber is the Abuser

Amber had points about not having a house, feeling trapped

However, she’s 29, rich and famous, Johnny is not her dad...

Calling her BPD or hysterical was unnecessary and ableist

I literally don’t know why she needs to argue, just talk normally

You’d think that she’s dying over Johnny taking a breather

The texts about r*ping Amber were completely not OK

Overall, the situation’s stupid - why do we treat this like a show?

Why do they have a 22 year age gap and why does she act 15?

Why do they have children together? What-

Edit: I changed my opinion after hearing Amber’s testimony. She’s definitely like... really obnoxious on tape and clueless about men, but he raped and abused her.

Edit 2: Saw the second day of Amber’s testimony. Hoooly shit. Fuck Johnny Depp. Jesus Christ, fuuuuuck him. I hope that he rots in prison.

#amber heard #johnny depp

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booshi-hoon · 3 years

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okay, the romance aspect of the drama is definitely leveling up and I’m a little eh about it but how can you not start feeling feelings for a man who is literally bending over backwards to support you without asking for anything in return?

*ep 7 spoilers*

he rescued her from the train situation, chased her down and brought her back from a random town, hunted the reporter to help clear her name, and now is helping her unlock herself from her school room????????????

damn it baek yi jin, you really out here doing the most!!!! TAKE A BREATHER JESUS.

curse kdrama’s and their acts-of-service main leads. unrealistically got me going nuts over fictional characters.

and he looks great in this drama too. darn these reporter suits.

Also kim tae ri is KILLING IT with her role. I can feel the sadness, frustration, confusion, anger all pent up in her body. You wish she would be more level headed, but her character is in high school!! Damn give her all the awards i love her acting.

ok i love this drama idk what it is about it (nam joo hyuk lets be real) but it’s great.

ALSOOOOO

i think Na Hee do feeling feelings about the recording with baek yi jin is so funny. Because she’s definitely feeling SOMETHING but she’s like “what the fuck is this??? Idk why but it’s not right”. And baek yi jin has the “oh shit” look even though he’s probably like “wait why am i scared?”. i love it ok bye.

#twenty five twenty one #kdrama #nam joo hyuk #kim tae ri

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years

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no grave can hold my body down – 2/2

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: It took time to get Jason Todd away from the darkness. Sometimes it felt like he was always standing at a tipping point, at risk of completely losing himself. But not when he was with her. She made him better and she would continue to make him better.

Word Count: 9,000

A/N: I know there are a lot of contradicting opinions on Jason Todd’s height. But for my own wish fulfillment, he is 6′3/6′4ish in this fic.

Part 1

Y/N had fallen asleep after getting home from work. She had a long day and was so exhausted that she passed out as soon as she sat down on the couch. Jason had to take off her heels and drape a blanket over her.

Now he was dressed in his armored undershirt, cargo pants, leather jacket, and tactical boots. His red helmet was tucked under his arm, but he was already wearing a domino mask. If Bruce had taught him anything, it was to be prepared to a point of paranoia.

He crouched down to his knees.

Ever so gently, he brushed Y/N’s cheek.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

She stirred and winced a bit when she opened her eyes, the glare of the quiet television was suddenly harsh.

“What’s going on?” She asked, still half asleep.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep. I just wanted to tell you I’m leaving to go on patrol.”

“Mhmm. OK.” She hummed. “Be careful, J.”

If Y/N ever found out how un-careful the Red Hood was, she would never sleep and she’d probably beg Jason to quit his vigilantism.

“I love you,” he told her before kissing her on the forehead.

“Love you, too,” she said back so dreamily that it sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

Jason slipped out of the window. He purposely chose this apartment due to the direction the windows faced, the distance from approximate apartments, and the darkness that would prevent any wandering eyes from the neighbors.

He’d been patrolling for a few hours. It was oddly a quiet night. He assumed it had to do with how cold it was outside. Sometimes criminals were weak in the most obvious ways.

Jason was standing on a rooftop, taking a breather when he felt someone drop behind him. He knew his family all too well and could differentiate all of their footsteps. Which was why he didn’t immediately shoot Dick when he thought he’d try and surprise him.

“So, Y/N was quite the hit…” Dick said without giving Jason a proper greeting first.

“What are you still doing in town?” Jason answered.

Dick sighed. “B still needs a little help on the case.”

Jason nodded, not actually caring why Dick was still in Gotham.

Then an awkward silence washed over them. Well, Dick thought it was awkward. Jason couldn’t care less.

“Why won’t you talk about her with us?” Dick’s teasing was gone and his tone serious now.

Jason turned his head away from the city view and finally acknowledged his brother. “You don’t need to know anything about her,” his helmet distorted his words to make them sound even harsher than they already were.

“Doesn’t seem like she completely shares that view.”

Jason didn’t respond. He didn’t appreciate Dick speaking on Y/N’s behalf.

“Bruce seems to like her,” Dick added.

Jason’s head snapped to him. “As if I give a fuck,” he snapped.

Dick had the audacity to laugh. “How did the two of you meet anyway? She was living in New York City when the two of you first met, right?”

“Jesus,” Jason growled. “Did all of you run a background check on her?”

Dick shrugged. “What did you expect?”

————

Y/N didn’t have any idea where she was going. With the sun having already set, she couldn’t even figure out what direction she was headed.

But she had typed the address to her hotel into the Uber app and trusted it from there. She was also too preoccupied still answering the dozens of work emails on her phone.

“Hey lady, we’re here,” the driver said rudely after she didn’t realize they had stopped.

“Oh, sorry!” She said, writing the last few words of a sentence before pressing send.

She jumped out of the car and yelled a thanks before slamming the door shut.

To her surprise, the car raced off without a second’s hesitation.

But when Y/N turned around, she realized she was definitely not in the right place. And for the first time throughout the drive, she realized she was definitely in a bad area.

Y/N heard all of the terrible things about Gotham. Sometimes she wondered if the things about all of the crime were exaggerated by the news or if the city was really rotting from the inside like everyone said. What she definitely didn’t believe in was all the vigilantes that seemed to be protecting the city. No one could ever offer up any proof, even with every single human having a video camera in their hands at all times.

But now she wishing she’d taken people’s warnings a little bit more seriously.

This was definitely not Gotham Heights, where her nice hotel was located.

“Fuck,” she muttered as she whipped out her phone and instantly tried to call another Uber. But the app was being finicky and she was getting a loading screen for far too long.

Then she heard a group of men whistle at her. The streets were filled with literal dumpster fires. There were countless inoperable cars with broken windshields and without wheels. The only women she spotted looked like they were working the streets.

‘Walk, Y/N. Just walk. Act like you know where you’re going.’ Her brain was screaming at her.

So she did while remaining on high alert.

No matter how much she pretended to blend in, she was obviously out of place and sticking out like a sore thumb.

Her heart was racing and she tried to walk as fast as she could without fully running. She just hoped to get to a main street soon and try to catch a yellow cab, since apparently all her car-service apps decided not to work.

But suddenly, a man stepped onto the sidewalk, blocking Y/N’s path forward.

“You lost, sweetheart?” He cooed.

Y/N stopped and started backing away. But when she turned around, she saw that two men were waiting behind her.

“No need to be scared,” the same men said behind her, closer this time. “We just want to talk.”

‘Fuck this,’ Y/N thought before she decided to make a run for it.

But one of them grabbed her and shoved her to the side, pushing her into the alleyway she hadn’t realized they were right next to.

It was so dark that she could hardly make out the silhouettes of her attackers. But that wasn’t going to stop her from fighting. She immediately tried to shove past anyone in her vicinity and hit whoever was grabbing her.

“Get the fuck away from me!” She screamed, hoping that there was someone in this poisoned city that would try and help her.

Except she was outnumbered by three men, which ended in her getting shoved up the brick wall that lined the alley.

“I don’t have any money,” she gasped as a last ditch effort to save herself.

“Who said we wanted your money?” One of them chuckled darkly.

Before their words could hearten Y/N to try another defensive attack and escape, there was a strange zipping sound that echoed down into the alley.

Next thing Y/N knew, the man that was pressed up against her and pinning her to wall was flung off.

Y/N gasped and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness enough so she could actually see what the hell was happening.

“It’s the hood!” One of the men yelled to his friends before making a run for it.

Then a gun was fired off – two shots.

Y/N yelped at the noise and covered her ears.

But when she looked back up, the man who had tried to escape was now on the ground, screaming in pain as he looked down at both of his knee caps that had been shot.

When Y/N turned her attention to the other two men, she finally saw who had interrupted their assault.

It was a man – if that was even what he was – dressed in military gear of some sort. But what really caught her attention was the red helmet that was reflecting the night light and allowing her to actually follow what was happening.

Y/N watched as he punched the daylights out of one of her attackers. She saw the man’s face get more and more covered with blood with each punch.

If Y/N was scared before, she was now terrified.

Without hesitating any longer, she too made a run for it, hoping she wouldn’t be shot like the other runaway.

She sprinted around the corner. But she only got a few yards before the same behemoth landed in front of her.

He was tall, and had to be at least 6’3. Men were confusingly short in New York, so Y/N was still trying to wrap her mind around having to tilt her head slightly up. But then she realized it wasn’t even his height that was jarring; it was how utterly hulking he was. His shoulders were so wide and his chest was massive. His thighs seemed to be the same width has her entire torso.

Everything about him was intimidating and imposing.

“I gotta give you credit for being that fast while wearing heels,” he said to her as he glanced down at her shoes.

It wasn’t exactly comforting that his voice seemed to also be distorted by the helmet.

Y/N was frozen in fear, truly not knowing what he was capable of or even what he wanted.

“You can relax. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he told her with his hands raised. His guns were no longer in his grip, but in their holsters at his thighs.

“You just killed three men,” Y/N told him with a shaky voice as she took a step back.

“I didn’t kill them. But if you want me to, I’d be happy to go back there and finish the job.”

“What? No!” Y/N cried out.

He had the audacity to chuckle at her reaction.

“Where exactly did you think you were going?” He asked her.

“This whole damsel-in-distress thing is new for me. But I thought it made sense to run away from the guy who was shooting people,” she told him quickly.

Jason was grateful that his mask hid all his emotions and facial expressions, because he was smiling at her sass.

He looked her up and down, taking in her outfit and just her overall look. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“What gave me away?”

He shrugged, ignoring the question. “What the hell are you doing in The Bowery? This is the most dangerous neighborhood in Gotham.”

“My Uber dropped me off here. I thought I was at my hotel and by the time I figured out I wasn’t, my driver had already sped away and left me for dead.”

He took a step toward her. “What’s a gal like you doing in Gotham?”

“I work for an art gallery in New York. But there was an event that I had to attend. I’ve been here all weekend.”

Why was she telling him any of this?

Jason nodded in understanding. “Come on,” he told her.

“W-What?” She asked nervously.

“You’re not gonna get a car in this area. You should report the driver who brought you here in the first place. He knew better.”

He walked past her.

Y/N looked around her, trying to figure out if she even had any other option. She knew he was right about a car, which was probably why she’d gotten a loading screen for all of them when it realized her location.

Yes, he was technically a masked criminal. But he did just save her life, no matter how terrifying it was to watch.

Y/N decided she didn’t have much of a choice.

Before she could move, a motorcycle was being pulled up alongside her.

Y/N eyed it for a moment.

“What’s your name?” She asked him, as if it would make the situation any safer.

“Red Hood,” he told her.

Y/N nodded, not surprised that it didn’t make her feel any better. She realized she was in no position to ask for his real identity. She knew enough about vigilantes to understand that they only survived from hiding their true selves from the criminals they fought and the law enforcement who thought what they were doing was wrong.

“Where are you staying?” He asked her.

“Crest Hill Hotel,” she told him.

“Fancy,” he teased. “Hop on.”

Y/N hesitated before following his instructions. She sat awkwardly on the back of the motorcycle, unsure of what to do.

“You’re gonna want to hold on, beautiful.” He told her over his shoulder as he revved the engine.

Y/N tried to ignore the heat that rushed to her face as he called her ‘beautiful,’ and then she tried to ignore how wide and strong his torso felt as she reached to hold on.

It took 20 minutes to get to her hotel, proving that the Uber driver really hadn’t given a crap about how incorrect her original address had been.

Jason had decided to drop her off in the back entrance to avoid a scene of the infamous Red Hood dropping off an average citizen. He didn’t need that type of attention and Y/N shouldn’t be tied to him in any way.

Y/N got off the motorcycle with a surprising grace and turned to him.

“Thank you for…saving me,” she told him gently.

“It was nothing,” he told her.

Y/N just watched him for a moment, wondering what he looked like under that red helmet and without all the armor.

“What’s your name?” He surprised her by asking.

“Y/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

She didn’t know why she felt comfortable giving her surname. But it just came out.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Though, I wish it had been under better circumstances.”

Y/N suddenly dug into her purse, making sure she still had her phone and even just the key to her hotel room.

“Fuck,” she muttered without realizing it.

“What is it?” Jason asked.

“Nothing. I just…it sounds stupid, but I have a little notebook to write down ideas for – well, for my artwork. But it must’ve fallen out back in that alleyway when those guys shoved me against the wall.”

When she looked up at him, it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

“Anyways, thank you again.” She turned to finally walk away.

“Y/N?”

She shouldn’t love how much she loved the sound of him saying her name.

Y/N turned around.

“Stay close to the hotel. Gotham is different than New York City.”

She nodded.

————————

“So, when did you see her again?” Dick questioned after he listened to Jason’s retelling.

“I was helping out a friend with a job in NYC. Things got ugly. I may or may not have been shot when I showed up at her window. Her apartment was in the area and I needed a place to lay low.”

Dick laughed. “Uh huh. Sure you did.”

Jason ignored him. “Anyways, I’d gone back to the alley that night and found that notebook she was talking about, and gave it to her to make up for bleeding all over her couch.”

“Always the romantic,” Dick teased.

Their conversation came to a halt. Instead of talking, they both listened to the city noises that Gotham brought.

“Listen, Jason, I know I did a poor job of being there for you and actually acting like a brother. And I also know you haven’t always been my biggest fan.”

Jason stayed quiet.

“But you deserve to be happy. And we both know Y/N does that.” Dick sighed. “But you don’t talk about her with us and you kept her from even just meeting us after years of you two dating. If we weren’t all noisy and paranoid, we wouldn’t know a thing about her.”

“What’s your point, Dick?” Jason asked roughly.

“No one ever wants to acknowledge this, especially you…but you’re more like Bruce than any of us. And you’ve seen how he pushes people away, keeping them at a distance. Y/N wants to be a part of your life, your whole life. And that includes all of us – whether you like it or not. So, what I’m saying is you don’t have to hide her from us.”

Dick knew not to expect a response from Jason. So he left him where he found him and gave him his space once again.

Jason didn’t have anything to say anyway.

Dick’s words made him angry more than anything. Because he knew they were true. Yes, he saw how Bruce behaved with women. It was promiscuous and casual, because anything else was too close for comfort. Bruce’s priority would always be Batman. And Bruce knew that no significant other deserved his lack of commitment – no matter how much they might love each other.

—————

Y/N was doing her nightly routine and applying moisturizer to her face when she heard it. She could be acting paranoid, but her instincts were telling her something was off.

No, someone was here.

Jason made a point of being loud and immediately announcing when he got home as to not scare her. So, it couldn’t be him.

As quietly as possible, Y/N tiptoed out of the bathroom and to her side of the bed where she kept a titanium baseball bat. Jason had offered her multiple times to teach her how to shoot a gun. But Y/N wanted nothing to do with them.

With the bat in hand, Y/N snuck her way to the living room where she heard the sound.

She had turned off all the lights, making it hard for her to see clearly.

But she did see a large mass standing in the middle of her living room. With just a bit of hesitation, Y/N swung the bat. But the intruder caught the bat, stopping her attack.

They stepped into the moonlight, finally allowing Y/N to see that it was Batman in his full uniform, cowl still on.

“What the fuck. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Y/N snapped at him.

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Bruce defended.

But Y/N was still irritated. “Jason isn’t here.”

“I know. I came to talk to you.”

She froze. “Me?”

“I need a favor.”

Y/N narrowed her gaze. “I highly doubt I could do anything to help you.”

“You’re wrong. This has to do with your job. You work at The Drago House.”

Y/N tilted her head and crossed her arms. “Yes.”

“It’s owned by the Ibanescu family. They use it as a front for human trafficking.”

Y/N shook her head. “That can’t be possible…”

“Don’t underestimate the crime families of Gotham, Y/N.”

“So, why do you need me?”

“There are files and codecs that would decipher who their buyers are and where they hold auctions around the world. Nothings digital. They’re old school. With that information, we could shut done their operation forever.”

Y/N’s face was serious now. “What do you need me to do?”

“You have always had access to all the information. You just never knew it. All I need is for you to scan the files.”

She now looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t they say you're the world’s greatest detective? I find it hard to believe that you’d have problems breaking into the gallery after hours to get them for yourself…”

“It’s only completely lockdown as soon as it closes every night. Their security system is high-end and resets every 24 hours. Could we get into it eventually? Yes. But we’ve already been at it for weeks. And we’ve received word that there’s a big…” He hesitated. “…shipment happening any day. We don’t have time to waste.”

Y/N thought about what he was telling her.

“Why didn’t you go to Jason?” She finally asked.

“You said Jason doesn’t tell you what to do.”

Y/N glared at him for using her own words against her.

The apartment went quiet again.

Then Y/N nodded slowly. “There’s an opening tomorrow night. I can get them then.”

—————

Dick’s words haunted Jason for the rest of the night. He wanted to cut patrolling early and just get back to Y/N.

Now he swiftly moved into his apartment from the fire escape and immediately took off his helmet and domino mask underneath.

But Jason froze when he saw Y/N’s bat in the middle of the living room.

His heart raced at the immediate assumption that something happened to her. The furniture was untouched and there were no other signs of trouble, but he still rushed towards the bedroom anyway.

“Y/N?” He called out, despite it being nearly 4AM.

He let out a sigh of relief when he found Y/N slowly waking up from their bed.

“J?” She murmured, half asleep.

“Y/N, why is the bat in the living room?” Jason asked as he rubbed his face and then sat on the edge of the bed near her. Without even thinking, he cupped her cheek.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up more. “I thought I heard something and freaked myself out. But it was nothing.”

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me when shit like that happens.”

“But it was nothing,” she repeated. “What?” She added with a sigh when he was giving her that disapproving look.

“I don’t care if it ends up being nothing. If you’re scared, then I’m going to be here. OK?” Then he finalized his point with a quick kiss to her lips.

She nodded. “OK.”

Then she looked him up and down, realizing that he was still completely in his Red Hood gear, only without his helmet.

“You OK?” She asked in a whisper. Her eyes already scanning his body for any obvious injuries.

“I’m fine,” Jason sighed. “I was just worried about you when I saw the bat. I thought something…”

Y/N quickly sat up in bed. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m fine. I’m OK. I was just being paranoid. I should’ve put the bat back. I’m sorry.”

A comfortable and reassuring silence settled between them.

“Why don’t you take a shower and come to bed?” Y/N offered softly.

Jason nodded and kissed her again.

As soon as he was out of the room, Y/N ran a hand over her face.

She hated lying to Jason. He didn’t deserve it. But she also knew he wouldn’t let her anywhere near an operation that Bruce was trying to pull off. This had to be the same thing that Tim had pulled Jason aside for at the gala.

But Bruce made one thing clear: he needed her help. And he wouldn’t do so if he wasn’t desperate.

———————-

The next night, Y/N couldn’t stop sweating and her heart rate was out of control. She tried to act like this was just another day of work, greeting customers, explaining the pieces, and answering questions.

But the need to get into the back offices when everyone else was gone would not stop nagging her.

With shaky hands, she tapped her ID on the scanner. Usually at this point in an event, all of her colleagues were either on the floor or had called it the end of their work day and headed home.

By some miracle, that was exactly the case.

Y/N locked the door behind her, never having seen a purpose for doing so any other day of working at the gallery.

“OK. OK. OK. Breathe,” she muttered to herself as her eyes scanned the room.

She knew where all the files were in the room. And Bruce had given her the keys to knowing what to look for. Now it was just a matter of putting the two together.

Y/N instantly went to work and started shuffling through papers, finding what was needed.

Bruce had given her a special pen that would scan every file within a second no matter what angle it was pointed at, so Y/N wouldn’t have any suspicious photos on her cellphone.

Y/N was almost done, covered in sweat and with shaking hands, when the door started jiggling.

She swore her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

With pure adrenaline, Y/N quickly put back the files that were in her hand.

But the person on the other side of the door was clearly getting impatient quickly and continued to mess with the doorknob.

Y/N jumped when it was finally kicked open. She whipped around to stare at a man who was nearly the size of Jason, but looked far deadlier. She’d never seen him at the gallery before, which meant he was definitely part of Ibanescu’s gang.

“Can I help you?” She snapped rudely, trying to use her authority to hide her fear.

“What are you doing in here?” He accused.

“I work here. Who the hell are you?”

He ignored her question. “Why was the door locked?”

“You still haven’t told me who you are,” Y/N shot back.

And with that, she straightened her posture and started walking past him. But this man wasn’t as stupid as he looked. Just as she thought she’d slipped away, the man grabbed her by the arm.

“Excuse me,” Y/N hissed.

But he ignored her and started dragging her into the back storage area of the gallery and further away from the crowd.

Y/N tried to rip her arm from his grasp but his grip was vice-like and didn’t even seem fazed by her efforts to escape.

This was not good.

While Y/N was still hopeful that she could possibly talk her way out, she was also realistic.

Which is why she hit a button on her watch.

Jason had gifted it to her very early on in their relationship. It was a classic chronograph watch. But he had installed a panic button onto it.

“If something ever happens – even if you think you’re being overly cautious – you push this and it will send out a signal that I can track. I’ll be there before you know it.” That’s what he had told her when he gifted it, and she’d worn it every day since.

A few seconds later, Y/N was being shoved through the door that led to the back alley.

There was a group of men, just as large and intimidating as the one who still had a grip on her arm.

It was pouring rain and freezing outside. But the slight overhand of the building into the alley protected them slightly.

“What the fuck is this?” One of them asked.

“I found her snooping around in the offices,” he announced.

“I’m one of the directors of this gallery!” Y/N bit back. “I was checking the price points on pieces for a potential customer.”

“The door was locked,” the man added.

They all seemed to be looking at each other.

Y/N was frozen, trying to wait for the perfect moment to make a run for it.

But then she saw one of the men, who appeared to be in charge, eye the pen that was clipped to the pocket of her pants. She prayed that he was too stupid to think it was anything more than just a writing utensil.

But then he slowly walked up to her. He grabbed the pen from her pocket and inspected it.

Y/N swore time froze. She couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t feel the tight grip on her arm that was surely going to bruise her.

Then the man’s gaze shifted from the pen to her eyes.

“Get her in the car,” he told the group.

Y/N’s heart dropped.

Without hesitating, she immediately started to fight the man holding her. With a swift motion, she kneed him hard in the groin, making him let out a growl and keel over. But he dropped his grip on her arm.

Despite wearing heels, she made a run for it. She didn’t get far, but she got far enough into the rain that she was already drenched.

Another man grabbed her, shoving her against the building and clenching her throat to a point of suffocation.

“You stupid bitch,” her original captor spat as he backhanded her across the face.

Y/N blinked as a ringing started in her ears and her face stung with pain.

“Get her in the car before you make a fuckin’ scene,” the leader warned.

But before they could respond to the command, the street lights went out, causing a surge of darkness to blind all of them.

Y/N tried to step away from her attackers as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. But she couldn’t see a damn thing. The pouring rain was only making it more impossible.

It wasn’t until one of the men cried out in pain and guns started firing that she could see anything. Except it was too fast for her to make out a clear picture. Every so often, a lightning strike or a muzzle flash would give her a short glimpse.

Lo and behold, Batman was taking out the men one by one. But every time Y/N’s eyes focused on his tall silhouette, he’d disappear. She couldn’t keep track of his movements. And apparently neither could any of Ibanescu’s men.

“Shoot the girl!” One of the men yelled.

Y/N’s eyes widened when two of the men turned their guns on her.

But just before they fired off their rounds, a small force tackled her to the side and behind the safety of a giant dumpster.

Y/N looked up to see a young boy shielding her with his own body.

Damian.

Things were so chaotic that she hadn’t even registered he was there, too.

Before she could say anything to him, there was another presence that dropped down beside her. The next second, she was being grabbed and pulled into the sky.

From the feel of his arms alone, Y/N immediately recognized it as Jason.

His grappling gun had brought them to the roof of the building.

Once their feet were grounded onto the roof, Jason barely stepped away and grabbed her shoulders.

Y/N couldn’t read his face from his helmet. But the subtle movements of his head made it clear that he was scanning her body to see if she’d been hit. It only took a few seconds to be convinced that she was clear.

Then he was grasping her face. “Stay here,” he told her before he used his grappling gun to vault back down into the alleyway.

Y/N ran to the edge of the room to look down.

When Jason returned to the fight below, he was ruthless.

Damian had seen the Red Hood with a vengeance many a time. But this… this was something different.

No bone was left unbroken.

Jason wasn’t just neutralizing these men…he was out for blood and pain.

The leader of the little gang was on his knees, covered in his own blood, when he looked up at Jason, who had a gun pointed just centimeters from his head.

“Red Hood, no!” Bruce growled as he threw a batarang, knocking Jason’s gun away from its almost-victim.

Jason whipped his head around. “They were going to kill her!”

“I wasn’t going to let that happen,” Bruce countered.

While they talked, Damian knocked out the man Jason almost murdered. By now, all of them were knocked unconscious or so injured that they couldn’t even open their eyes.

Jason’s entire body froze, realizing what had really happened. Bruce and Damian didn’t just happen to be there to save his girlfriend. This was their doing. They were the ones who had put her in this dangerous situation to begin with.

“What the fuck did you do?” Jason thundered.

Just as a flash of lightening struck, he turned to face Bruce, finding his new prey.

“She had an in and I asked her to use it,” Bruce explained evenly. “She agreed.”

“Of course she fucking agreed!” Jason yelled over the rain. “She’d never say no to helping! And you knew that, and you took advantage of it!”

Then he raised his gun, pointing it at Bruce.

“Put the gun down, Red Hood.”

“Fuck you,” Jason hissed.

The next thing Y/N knew, Jason shot a bullet towards Bruce, causing her to let out a yell from above. In her heart she knew he hadn’t aimed to kill, but Bruce dodged the shot anyway.

Now the two men were fully fighting each other. Bruce seemed to be pulling his punches and just trying to remain on the defense. But Jason wanted revenge. Yes, Bruce and him had a dark history. But putting Y/N in danger erupted something inside Jason that made him see red in a way he never had before.

Just as Y/N was going to call out for Jason to stop, she heard someone drop beside her on the roof.

Dick stood a few feet away, standing tall in his Nightwing uniform.

“Dick, do something!” She begged.

“I can stop Bats, but I can’t stop him,” he told her.

“Then get me the fuck down there! Use your zip-line thingy!”

“Zip-line thingy?” Dick repeated, clearly offended. “This is a grappling–”

“Dick!” Y/N cut him off.

“Right, sorry.” He grabbed her, held her body tight to him, and lowered them down back to the alley.

When Y/N looked up, Bruce was on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

But Jason wasn’t done with him.

“You made it clear that you don’t give a shit about me. But putting the one person I love in danger just for you to solve a case? You’ve reached a new low,” Jason yelled as he slowly started to walk towards Bruce.

But before Jason could reach him, Y/N blocked his path.

She was soaking wet and shivering from both the cold rain and the shock.

Jason could already see the bruises covering her neck and face. He also didn’t miss the small line of blood that had trickled down her nose.

“Jason,” she whimpered. “That’s enough.”

He froze.

Y/N walked to him. “Please, just take me home,” she whispered.

Just seeing her made Jason’s entire body relax. But he was also reminded that she was the priority, not Bruce.

Noticing her shivering, he took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Bruce, Dick, and Damian were barely able to see the short, loving moment before Jason flung a smoke capsule onto the ground, covering him and Y/N as he brought her into his arms.

By the time the smoke disappeared, Jason and Y/N were gone.

—————-

When Jason and Y/N got back to their apartment, Jason when into autopilot mode of nursing Y/N. He pulled her into their bathroom and immediately started helping her out of her wet clothes. Y/N couldn’t stop shaking, and he noticed.

Jason only left her side for the split moment when he turned to start the shower, making sure to make it extra hot.

Then he was right back at her side, taking off his uniform and matching her nudity.

When he gently tugged her into their abnormally large shower, there was nothing sexual about it.

Now that Y/N’s skin was bare to him, he looked at all the injuries she had.

There were a few scrapes that would heal in a week or so. But Jason’s gaze went dark every time they lingered on the bruises across her throat, face, and bicep. He should’ve killed all of those bastards.

Y/N leaned into Jason’s chest. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Because she knew that’s what this was. Jason wasn’t mad at her – at least, not yet. That could very much come later. But no, right now, he was scared. He put so much energy into keeping Y/N away from his other life, only for her to be thrown right into the center of it. And it wasn’t even his doing; it was Bruce’s.

“I know,” he bent down to whisper in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N didn’t know how long they stayed in the shower. But eventually Jason turned off the water and wrapped Y/N around in a fluffy white towel. She looked so young and innocent.

He moved her to their bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed.

Y/N watched him as he moved about the room, getting each of them clothes – all from his own closet.

“Are you hungry?” He asked her carefully as he handed her a pair of his sweatpants and one of his hoodies.

She shook her head.

Jason wasn’t surprised. One of the side effects of trauma and shock was a loss of appetite. But he made her drink a huge glass of water before he let her get in bed. And he made a mental note to make a big breakfast tomorrow when her body recovered and realized how starving it was.

When they were both finally under the covers, Jason didn’t hesitate to pull Y/N completely in his arms, smothering her with his giant frame. She welcomed his touch and warmth, burying her face into his chest.

Neither of them knew who needed this closeness more.

Tonight had been scary. Y/N knew Jason’s anger was bound to show up at some point. But right now, both of them were just grateful they were okay.

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To Y/N’s surprise, she woke up in bed alone.

But her concern didn’t last long as she heard Jason moving around in the kitchen and she could hear soft music was playing if she listened hard enough.

When Y/N moved to get out of bed, she felt all the soreness that came from being grabbed and thrown around like she was last night. She winced, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. But she made a mental note to hide any signs that she was in pain from Jason.

Over their time together, Y/N and Jason got disturbingly good at reading one another. So, when Y/N walked into the kitchen to find Jason making breakfast, she immediately sensed things were not good. It wasn’t the cooking that tipped her off. His naked back was to her and she could somehow see the tension in his shoulders – in his whole body.

Y/N knows he heard her as soon as she walked into the kitchen.

“There’s coffee,” he says without turning around from the stove. He’s making pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be precise.

Y/N pours herself some coffee and sits at the table, watching him.

A few minutes pass before she’s had enough of the tension.

“If you’re gonna yell at me, then yell at me,” she told him.

Jason froze for a moment, but then quickly looked at her over his shoulder. “When have I ever yelled at you?”

He had a point.

Yes, Jason was once filled with only rage. There was a reason some feared Red Hood more than the Batman. He was ruthless. Fueled by vengeance, his temper, and his disappointment in the evil that plagued the world. He fought his enemies, but he also fought with his friends and family.

But Jason Todd was none of those things with Y/N. He never lost his temper with her. He never projected his rage and hardships from what he saw as Red Hood onto her. He’d never even raised his voice with her.

“I know,” Y/N admitted. “But I also know you’re still angry.”

Jason sighed, turning off the stove and bringing a giant plate of pancakes to the table.

But Y/N couldn’t eat while having this discussion.

Jason leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You wouldn’t have let me do it,” Y/N countered.

“Yeah, and for good reason.”

“He used you, Y/N.” Jason tried to explain. “You’re untrained… with no exposure to this world. He knew not to involve you and he went behind my back to do it anyway.”

Y/N lowered her head in shame. There was a part of her that felt useless. She couldn’t jump around rooftops and save those who needed it. She was just…normal.

“I just wanted to help,” she mumbled.

Jason leaned forward from seeing her upset. “Y/N, come here.” He reached for her hand and baited her towards him.

She took his offer and moved from her chair to straddle his lap.

Jason held her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to her’s. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered.

“You’re not going to,” she reassured him.

“Please, I’m begging you, don’t ever do something like that again.”

Y/N’s heart hurt at how desperate he sounded. She had realized far too quickly that Jason wasn’t scared of death. He was only scared of her death.

“I promise,” she told him.

“You scared the fucking shit out of me, Y/N.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Jason accepted her apology with a kiss. But it didn’t end quickly. In fact, it got more heated and hungrier. His grip got firmer on her waist.

Y/N knew where this was going, especially as he thumbed the hem of her hoodie and sweatpants. But they both needed this.

“The pancakes, Jason.” She warned him.

Jason smiled as he pulled away from her lips. “Fuck the pancakes,” he told her in between kisses. “I’m takin’ you back to bed.”

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A few weeks had passed since the incident. Y/N tried to get her relationship with Jason back to normal. He still insisted on keeping his vigilante life away from her. But there was more of an understanding for why now.

However, tension had risen again a couple days after the attack, when they received an interesting gift in the mail. They had opened a rather large envelope addressed to the both of them.

Inside were two first-class plane tickets to Paris with their names on them and an open reservation at Hotel Le Royal Monceau.

Y/N had stared at them with more of an understanding than Jason.

She’d looked up at Jason. “I…I told him I’ve always wanted to go to Paris when I first met him at the gala.”

He’d glared at the gift. “Typical Bruce. If he can’t punch his way out of an issue, he’ll try and buy it.”

Neither of them had said anything about actually using tickets and reservation. It just collected dust on one of their end tables.

Now Y/N sat in their apartment alone, reading another one of Jason’s books, when her cell started ringing.

It was a number she didn’t know, but she decided to answer it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, it’s Alfred Pennyworth,” a charming voice answered back.

Y/N couldn’t help, but smile. As if she knew more than one Alfred in the world. “Hi, Alfred.”

“I thought it would be a good time to give you that lesson you asked for. Are you free today?”

Y/N looked around her apartment. All of her plans for today had consisted of laying around, drinking coffee, doing a bit of reading.

“Yes, today would be great.”

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Y/N wouldn’t make the same mistake twice and had given Jason the heads up on her change of plans.

Seeing as Jason had no issue with Alfred, he didn’t seem too bothered bit it all. But he did still tell her to be careful and ended the call with a sincere, “I love you.”

It was strange going back to Wayne Manor when there wasn’t a gala being held there.

Y/N thought it would seem more like a home this time around, but it still felt like a museum to her. And yet, she still had imposter syndrome as she walked through the threshold.

Alfred gave her a warm smile as he opened the door. “It is lovely to see you again, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Alfred, please, it’s just Y/N.”

He nodded. Then he gestured for her to follow him. “Come. I have a station set up in the cave.”

Y/N stuttered to a stop. “Cave? As in the Bat Cave?”

Alfred seemed amused with her hesitation and concern. “Of course.”

“Should I be – Is that even OK?” Y/N fumbled through her question.

“Well, I don’t see the point of hiding it from you. It’s not like you don’t know all the family secrets already, dear.”

Y/N blinked at that and finally continued following him.

Alfred led her through the secret passage way as if he was taking her to the dining room. She tried to control her reactions and not come off too interested in the details of it all. But it was rather hard.

Just like Alfred told her, there was a little medical station set up in a brighter lit area of the dark and dingy cave.

Y/N half expected him to bring up the recent drama that she’d caused. But ever the gentleman, Alfred didn’t so much as mention it.

He also did as he promised, going through everything she could ever need to know while tending to Jason. He even had little models to practice sewing stitches on. He was a good teacher and Y/N was soaking it all up like a sponge.

She couldn’t imagine her going to med school at any point. But knowing these skills were going to be used to help Jason made it easier to retain.

After hours of teaching, the cave awoke as a carport opened and the batmobile sped in.

Y/N internally swore. She’d hoped not to run into Bruce with this visit. He never seemed to be home, so the odds had seemed low. But clearly she’d messed that up.

Bruce stepped out of the car, taking in the two of them.

“Any injuries, Master Wayne?” Alfred asked politely.

Bruce was about to lie, but he glanced down at his abdomen where it was quite obvious he was bleeding.

“Perfect. My pupil can practice on you,” Alfred announced.

Y/N’s eyes widened in panic. “Oh! That’s definitely a bad idea…”

“Nonsense. Best way to learn is under pressure,” he winked. “I shall go off and start dinner. Let me know if you’re near death, Master Wayne.”

Y/N watched him leave, regretting ever having come here.

When she turned back around, Bruce was removing his cowl.

“He’s right,” Bruce admitted. “Best way to learn is under pressure.” Then he moved to sit in the medical chair.

Y/N swallowed, realizing how dry her mouth was. “Right.”

Her hands shook as she tried to remember everything Alfred had been through. But she knew in the back of her mind that Bruce was fully capable of stitching himself up. So, as much as this was a set up from Alfred, Bruce wasn’t running away from it like she had tried to.

Y/N hadn’t said a word as she cleaned his wound, only apologizing when she thought was necessary – even though he never made a sound of pain or even so much as winced.

Bruce seemed to be following her lead, not wanting to force her to talk if she didn’t want to.

But after 20 minutes or so of silence, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer.

“You know, you can’t buy his forgiveness,” she said as she focused on her stitches.

“I wasn’t only looking for his forgiveness…”

Her eyes flickered to meet his awaiting gaze. “You can’t buy mine either.”

“I owe you an apology,” Bruce began to her surprise. “I should have never involved you. It was dangerous, despite how in control of situation I thought I was.”

“I agreed to it,” Y/N offered. Then she looked at him again. “But I accept your apology.”

A moment passed before Y/N asked, “Are you going to say that to him, too?”

“I would if he would even consider talking to me.”

With that comment, Y/N put down her tools for a second and straightened her posture. “I may not know you very well, Bruce. But I do know that you and Jason are more alike than either of you care to admit.”

She hesitated on continuing. Did Bruce even deserve advice from her?

“He was hurt. And he showed all of you that hurt by being angry, because he didn’t know how else to tell you. He doesn’t feel heard and he doesn’t feel seen. He was lost. And it’s hard for him to just forget how you all handled it.” She took in a deep breath. “But I know he still sees all of you as his family. And you’re the closest thing he’s ever had to a real father.”

Then she quickly grabbed her tools again and cleared her throat. “So, get over yourself, and just talk to him. And I mean actually talk to him – not as Batman and Red Hood, but as Jason and Bruce.”

The cave went quiet.

Y/N couldn’t help herself and looked up at Bruce. Either she was losing her mind or he was giving her a very shy smirk.

“What?” She blurted out.

But before he could answer, a motorcycle sped into the cave.

Y/N would recognize Jason’s bike anywhere. But he wasn’t in uniform. Instead, opting for his black leather jacket and a normal tinted motorcycle helmet.

After he took it off, he eyed the two of them, trying to read the room.

“Hey,” Y/N said shyly.

“Figured I’d come and pick you up,” Jason answered her unasked question, ignoring Bruce.

Y/N looked down at Bruce’s injury. “Actually, I’m all done here.”

“Thank you,” Bruce said sincerely as Y/N covered the wound with a bandage. “You’ll be a better nurse than Alfred in no time.”

Y/N grinned and took off her gloves.

But then she met Jason’s unsure gaze. They had a silent conversation.

“I’m gonna go say goodbye to Alfred,” she quickly told Jason, but really she was telling both of them. “Meet me out front when you’re ready?”

Jason hesitated, but nodded.

Y/N walked to him and gave him a quick kiss for comfort and encouragement.

And then she was off, leaving the two men alone.

Jason shifted his weight, not knowing where to start.

“You’re lucky to have her,” Bruce finally spoke.

Jason winced even though it was a compliment. “I don’t deserve her.”

Bruce stood up. “That’s not true.”

“You of all people know I’m not a good man, Bruce.”

He shook his head. “We may have different views on how to save this city. But we both want the same thing. That doesn’t mean you’re not a good man, Jason.”

Jason blinked at his statement.

“I owe you an apology for... a lot,” Bruce began. “The first is putting that girl in danger.” He paused. “The second was not protecting you – before and after everything that happened.”

“You mean before and after I died?” Jason wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

Bruce’s jaw clenched at that.

“Anything else you want to apologize for?” Jason challenged.

“Yes,” Bruce confirmed. “But I get the feeling that you don’t want to hear it all right now.”

There was a pause.

“You’ll always be my son, Jason. Even if you no longer see me as your father.”

Jason’s eyes filled with tears at Bruce’s words. But he held them back. He couldn’t break down. He couldn’t be weak. Not here. Not now. Not like this.

He couldn’t take any more of this discussion. But he knew this was what he’d been wanting to hear from Bruce for so long.

“I’ll see you around, Bruce.” He told him before putting his helmet back on.

But Bruce had one last thing to say. “Keep her close. Don’t be like me, Jason.”

‘Don’t push people who love you away and make this darkness be your only life,’ was what Bruce would never actually have the courage to say.

Jason now had the cover of his helmet to hide his expressions. But he gave Bruce one last glance before tearing out of the cave.

—————

As Jason pulled his motorcycle up to the front of the manor to pick of Y/N, Damian was playing out front with Titus on the gravel drive.

“Hey, Demon Spawn,” Jason greeted after taking off his helmet.

“Todd,” the boy replied coldly.

To his surprise, Jason got off his bike and walked to him with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

Damian eyed him.

“I saw what you did that night. You saved her life,” Jason said.

Damian waited.

Jason held out his hand. “I just wanted to thank you.”

The boy hesitated before finally shaking it.

Jason didn’t expect Damian to say anything. But he did know talking to him like an adult, instead of a kid, was the only way to get through to him.

Then Y/N was walking out to them with Alfred lingering in the doorway.

“Hi, Damian,” she greeted sweetly before greeting his dog as well.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Jason was surprised he even remembered her name.

“Ready to go?” He asked Y/N.

She nodded. But then reached up to touch the white in his hair. She seemed to have a fondness for it. And Jason didn’t seem to mind.

“You OK?” She asked.

He nodded. “Better.”

She gave him a shy but encouraging look. “I’m glad.”

“I love you, you know,” Jason breathed.

“I know,” she smiled.

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Oh lordy. That took way longer than I was expecting. But kept my mind off of this dumpster fire of a country. And I hope reading it did the same for you ❤️

#jason todd #jason todd fic #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood fic #red hood reader insert #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #batman universe

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wildcardaces · 2 years

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@ruby-static "unwell boi and angry shawn" edition!

Where lil shade tends to get sick worse than others, and the first time it happened shawn was absolutely scared

Shawn: Shade!?

Lil shade is a bit like shawn, insisting everything is ok until he just physically cant no more. Anna is also worried but has probably got the more level head here

Shawn: I dont understand! Dad is gone and so is Clay...MUST YOU NOW TRY AND TAKE SHADE FROM ME TOO!?

Anna: Shawn easy-!

Shawn yelling straight up to the sky while anna is trying to get shawn to take a breather and assure him that shade will be ok aaaaaa-

Shawn: anna i think i was taken to narnia

Anna: ok what happened.

Shawn: uhhh...humans.

Anna: jesus christ shawn!

Shawn: it smells like disinfectant.

Anna gets a call from shawn who has once again ended up in the same area code as some humans XD

Dan: wheres shawn?

Anna: hes uh...somewhere

Shawn: ive been stolen! :D

And of course shawn has to phrase it so badly the moment dan walks by to see whats happening XD

Suddenly tiny shade!

Mai: hahah look at him!

Mai: lil man looks just like you!

Mai, who was off island when lil shade hatched coming back to see him and absolutely doting on him? Absolutely!

And the finale!

Dan tried to sneak around the house mai lives in

He failed.

#agent a anna #shawn #lil shade #wildcard dan #Mai #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

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bonbonthedragon · 4 years

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Bakugou x reader

Note: hi, this write was completely useless, I was just in an mood. It makes no sense but it gets to a point. Basically just mindless yelling between the two that goes to far...idk...enjoy? I could do part two? Maybe? Idk

Warnings: cursing, angst? Sure

Part 1 (your here), part 2, part 3

“I don’t know what I did!” You grabbed him by the collar of his sleeve, stopping him from going out the door

“Just-nothing-leave me alone!”

“Ok- Bakubro lets calm down-“

“Oh shut the hell up shitty hair!”

“He’s not doing anything!” You defended

The blond whipped around, starring daggers at you “what? You two a thing now?”

“You know that’s not-“

“Why haven’t you run into his arms yet huh? Jesus fuck (y/n), if I wasn’t enough you could have just said so”

“Where the hell is that even coming from katsuki?” You yelled “that wasn’t even- oh never mind” you stepped away, holding your head from the growing headache “can we drop it. I didn’t mean for this to go this far-“

“No (y/n), you started this- we’ve had this conversation many times and it’s stupid that I have to keep reminding you.”

You took in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose “it’s just- your always gone- *sigh* please, I know, I just- look, calm down first-“

“I AM CALM” small pops erupted from his palms, but you didn’t back away. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“Kiri why don’t you go ahead and head home” you said

As mush as the red trusted his friends, even the blond, he stood there, hesitant. You gave him a nod and he nodded back slowly, backing to the door. Once out, you looked over to your fiancé.

“Ok...” you put your hands out “can we take a breather?” He did, looking toward the floor and chest heaving “thank you. I think, we just need to rest, it’s been a long week for the both of us-“

“Oh come on (y/n)” he said in a sarcastic tone “you haven’t had a rough week, a rough week is out on patrol nearly 16 hours out of the day, a rough week is nearly getting my assed beaten with 3 fucking bank robbery’s in 3 days by some idiots, it’s keeping us in this apartment and food on the damn table. Not sitting in your little work shop everyday to fiddle with nuts and bolts and scraps of metal.”

“Kat-“

“Speaking of which- where the fuck have you been all week? Huh? You know, you complain to me about never being home, but when I do get here, your gone.”

“Well-“

“I mean, come on-you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“What are trying to even say katsuki? Cause I know your not thinking-“

“I’m not stupid (y/n), if your cheating then just say it-“

*slap*

Katsuki held his jaw, face turned as it returned back slowly. He scowled, about to scream back when you interrupted him

“Don’t you dare say it!” You said in a low voice, tears beginning to brim at your eyes “don’t you fucking dare. I might not be a pro hero, katsuki. I might not be beating up bad guys and rich. But don’t you dare say I’m not doing anything, don’t say I’m not paying the bills or putting food on the table, cause last I checked, I’m the only one taking care of the damn place. I come home every night alone, no one to fall asleep with, and I don’t complain. Why? Because your off living your dream, and hell if I’m to stop you.” You were crying now, cheeks bright red and wet from the flow of tears “don’t say I’m cheating, and for you to not trust me and say that, it hurts. You really think after all this time I would do that? I’m coming home late because I have a job too, and yeah, it may not pay as much, but that doesn’t mean I’m not helping to support us!”

“Tch. Bullshit” he crossed his arms, refusing to look at you “I never see you anymore. What’s with that? Your never at the door anymore, your asleep when I come home-“

“Because I’m tired-“

“You don’t think I’m tired? All I want to do when I get home is see you! But your not around!”

“I’m sorry!” You cried “I was-“

“You were what (y/n)?”

“If you’d just let me talk-“

“You can’t bullshit your way out of this“

“Just let me show you!” You were about to go to the other room, that was until a hand grabbed your wrist. You whipped around, meeting his fiery red ones. He didn’t say a word, only gripping you harder “Kat-that hurts-stop”. Katsuki wouldn’t hurt you. your eyes widened when your wrist felt warmer, to warm, as if- “katsuki! Let go of me!” Katsuki wouldn’t hurt you. you wiggled your arm against his big one, beginning to feel smaller. Pops emitted from the blonds free hand and your stomach dropped as your heart ran wild “katsuki think about this-please stop- it was just a small argument-“ Katsuki wouldn’t hurt you. your wrist only got warmer, and his hold only got impossibly tighter. You winced at the feeling, hoping if you could just snap him out of it “Kat, baby” you tried to bring your other hand to his cheek, but before you could, there was a flash, and your wrist stung. You cried out, closing your eyes and ripping your hand away from him. He had used his quirk on you. Your skin erupted in pain, a burning sensation as you doubled over to hold it against you.

—

Katsuki watched you back away from him, tears pooling down your reddened cheeks. You held your left hand, your whole body visibly trembling and wailed in agony. He stiffened, hearing the front door burst open. He turned to see Kirishima still here, the reds eyes wide in horror and jumping from him to you. Kirishima frowned, sending a dirty look at the blond and then hurried to your side. Bakugou felt a knot form in his stomach, his head spinning to the ends of the earth. What had he done?

Taking a step forward, he reached out, but you only flinched “(y-y/n)”

“Get out!” You screamed, finally revealing your face. You looked up, features twisted in anger and...sadness.

“I-I” Bakugou tried again, only for you to slap his arm away

“I said leave!” You held out your trembling hand, the skin charred black and red with blood. He winced at the sight. With your shaky hand, you took your ring, the ring he gave you, and slipped it off. It hit him in the chest, the diamond falling to the the floor with a ‘clank’. With it, his heart fell too. “get out! Both of you!”

Kirishima was the first to stand, seeming to think about helping you, but instead got up. Bakugou starred at the ring, then back at you, who sobbed and held your hurt hand in the other. He tried to speak again, but nothing came out. Kirishima knocked him out of his daze, grabbing his friend by the collar and yanking his limp form up and out the door. Bakugou didn’t fight back, only watching as you crumbled back down to the floor in pain. The door shut.

Masterlist

#boku no hero academia hawks #my hero academia hawks #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader

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surrealsunday · 4 years

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omg omg omggg jaime please please you have to write something about Tempo Eliott on this!!!!! even if its two lines jaime i’ll die

Ok... just for you doll... and because honestly that IG story demanded it (I blame this on Axel and Ouba respectively)...

🐶🐶🐶🐶

“I’m home!” Eliott calls as he enters the apartment, only to stop dead in his tracks the moment he enters the living room and catches sight of Lucas, sprawled on his gym mat on the floor with Ouba curled on his chest. “Oh, Jesus,” he groans. “You’re not allowed to attack me like this when I haven’t even sat down.”

Lucas laughs, looking up towards him. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Eliott disagrees. And ok… so Lucas is aware of the enticing picture he makes in his running shorts, shirtless, with the adorable fluff of fur known as Ouba on top of him… but it hadn’t been intentional. He’d meant to get up ten minutes ago, when Ouba had then decided to curl up on his chest and given him the perfect excuse not to move. “What were you even doing?” Eliott asks, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table as he looks down on the two of them.

Lucas considers his options, landing on… “Stretching.”

Eliott snorts. “You were training abs again, weren’t you? I don’t know how many ways I can tell you this, baby, but you don’t need any help in that department.”

“Yeah,” Lucas says with a roll of his eyes, “I know any time I need to work on my body, you’ll just –”

“You don’t need to work on your body!” Eliott squawks, sounding utterly offended. “Your body is perfect.”

“– say that,” Lucas finishes.

“Well, so what?” Eliott pouts. “I can’t help it if you don’t see what I see. Ouba and I know what’s up. Don’t we, baby girl?” The moment Eliott raises the pitch of his voice, Ouba’s head pops up to look up at him sleepily, tail thumping against Lucas’s body.

“Nah,” Lucas denies, hands moving to rest comfortably on Ouba. “She knows I need to bulk up if I want to land that street-kid-turned-boxer role. That’s why she’s here.”

Eliott raises one eyebrow skeptically but he can’t stop the way his mouth pulls up in a smile. “Is that right? And how is her curling up on your chest helping?”

“We were just taking a little breather,” Lucas replies smartly, tipping his chin down to get Ouba’s attention. “Weren’t we, sweetheart? Just getting ready for our next set.”

“Next set?” Eliott asks, looking more than mildly curious now. “Set of what?”

Lucas grins devilishly as an idea comes to mind. “Press-ups of course. C’mere, sweetie.” He moves Ouba to a stand on his chest, getting one hand comfortably under her. He looks back at Eliott. “You ready for this?”

Eliott shakes his head. “When it comes to you, baby? I’m never ready.”

Lucas smiles, pleased by that estimation, before taking a deep breath and pushing Ouba up into the air, in semblance of a one-armed press-up. He does it again, muscles straining as he balances her weight while simultaneously moving her as though this were no more complicated than training with a dumbbell.

“Oh, fuck me,” Eliott groans. “My heart and dick are so confused right now.” Lucas laughs, unable to continue his motions while doing so, and stopping to rest Ouba against his chest. “No, no, no,” Eliott complains. “Keep going.” He’s fumbling with his phone.

Lucas raises an eyebrow, but does as told, getting Ouba back into position – she really is the most patient dog in the world. “You’re going to post this, aren’t you?”

“I am absolutely going to post this,” Eliott says, raising his phone to record as Lucas resumes the press-up motions. “The world needs to see, Lucas. Would be selfish of me if I kept this all to myself.”

“Oh, is that right?” Lucas challenges, lowering Ouba once more as Eliott has finished recording. “You saying you’re not planning on keeping this all to yourself.” He tilts his head slightly to run eyes down his own body in clear suggestion he means more than the recording.

Eliott watches him for a moment, smile soft. He sets his phone aside, moving to a stand and shooing Ouba off Lucas’s body as he towers over him. “Well… some things maybe. But I’m still going to post that.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Yeah? So then what are you doing up there?” Eliott has moved to stand directly over him, feet on either side of Lucas’s legs.

“Gonna help you workout,” Eliott replies, smile a little smug now. “Don’t want Ouba to think she’s the only one supporting your career.”

“Don’t see how you’re –” Lucas’s voice cuts off in one sharp breath as Eliott falls – or more accurately, drops, landing just above Lucas in push-up position, catching himself with hands on either side of Lucas’s head. “Fuck,” Lucas breathes, heart thumping wildly in his chest. “I fucking hate how hot that was.”

Eliott laughs, lowering himself until their lips connect. Lucas presses up into the contact, but Eliott keeps retreating, forcing Lucas to strain up as he chases his lips. He pulls back with a huff when his muscles begin to protest.

“How those abs feeling now, baby?” Eliott smirks – the smug bastard.

“God, I hate you.” Lucas wraps his arms around Eliott’s neck, pulling him down with a thump against his chest and reconnecting their lips in a hard kiss before Eliott can think any better of it.

In the end, Lucas does get his workout. And when Eliott kisses down Lucas’s body and gives his abs extra attention, licking and biting until Lucas muscles shake as he writhes and strains under Eliott’s mouth, Lucas has to admit – his fiancé’s idea of an ab workout is so much better.

#Tempo fic #skam france #my ficlet

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tigerdrop · 4 years

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okay kind of obsessed with the body swap art tho. idk why i just like benrey getting to bully gordon with his own body, his own voice, and i like gordon trying to navigate whatever weird shit benrey’s got going on. gordon not being able to figure out or control whatever organs in benrey’s throat produce sweet voice so it’s just spewing whatever emotions he’s feeling at random (including Horny? uh oh. can’t hide that as easily as a surprise boner can you gordon?)

this ask kicked me into actually thinking about it and your brain is so huge. massive. i lost control

last night i was struggling to articulate thoughts for the body swap thing but this is kickstarting me. i. really love bodyswap stuff........(sighing) i am yet again having to confront the fact that i latched onto an embarrassing number of Things after having first read about them in [REDACTED]. truly hate being alive

so like......potions. you can get into a whole lot of weird stuff with potions. truly loving that darnolds 5-minute existence gives me an excuse to think of the stupidest horny potions scenarios

and why in the fuck wouldnt he have a bodyswap potion just chillin in his lab. why wouldnt benrey crack that bad boy open and take a sip while darnolds bitching at him "dont you touch any of those goddamn potions. im not gonna tell you which ones which so if you die, you die"

gordon claps benrey on the back afterwards like "well, thats a risk im perfectly happy for him to take" but uh oh you fucking buffoon. the touch is what activates it. and shit just starts spinning and schlorping in his mind and he nearly falls over clutching the lab bench next to him and when he cracks his eyes back open, hes........shorter. and everybodys asking if somebodys okay but that somebody isnt him and hes kind of miffed about that

and then gordons head turns and he sees Himself being steadied on his feet by tommy and darnold and hes like.......guys? guys. hello! and the sound of benreys voice coming out of him with that irritated and loud timbre makes everybody turn to face him........b/c that is so insanely weird coming from him

im like way into the idea of benreys, like, Eye Darkness Thing transferring to gordons face when their bodies are swapped, too. its just his malevolent energies manifesting physically no matter what body hes in

Wait god wait. Like. Benrey in Gordon's body and he gets horny for some reason and has to live Gordon's fucking pained life of the suit edging the hell outta him- Bc now Gordon can actually fucking jerk off for the the first time in days. No edging bullshit from the hev suit

benreys newfound appreciation for why gordons such a bitch all the time

RRRRRRRRRRR gordon able to go wild beating his meat that night finally but right before he does he stops because hes looking down at. 8)!

YES EXACTLY....... gordon freeman humbled by the sight of benreys huge meat. except its his meat now

at first he only feels mildly weird about jacking it when hes not even in his own body right now but hes been edged for days now and hes just thinking "if i can just get this out of the way now, ill be clear-headed for however fucking long im stuck in black mesa. maybe this is why ive been so goddamn stupid lately. yeah"

but then he gets some time and space to himself at long last and unzips and the shock of seeing benreys huge uncut dick instead of his own brings him back to reality like "?oh my god what the fuck am i doing"

embarrassment! guilt! but also hes still fuckin horny and eventually curiosity wins out. whats the harm, right. its not like he has to say anything about it. and gordon freeman is (mostly) heterosexual and hes never been this up close and personal with a foreskin before and hes just......curious. scientifically

maybe hes even.......locked himself inside one of the company restrooms while hes at it. just to make sure hes got privacy. and there is a mirror right there........ he was gonna just bust one out and leave as fast as he can but now hes curious

starts. thumbing the hem of his shirt under benreys vest. starts lifting it up experimentally just to see where all that hair leads. out of curiosity. and seeing the curve of benreys stomach peek out in the mirror makes him hiccup on sweet voice inadvertently

weirdly enough theres a part of him thats both relieved and disappointed that hes never seen that color before

he never envisioned that seeing benrey like this would be a turn-on but like......with that vest and that helmet on he just looks like some kind of fuckin roundish rectangle shape. but now gordons intimately familiar with how his body feels to move around in......what hes gotta look like underneath all that armor and ill-fitting work clothes......and the hornier he gets the stupider he gets

takes off the helmet.......just to test the waters. if somebody manages to bust in, thats not so weird to explain. and hes surprised by the shock of black hair he finds under there. he doesnt know what he was expecting....but honestly, benrey looks, like, kind of nice like that. more like a person

im slightly obsessed with the idea of benrey just not even registering as a Real Guy, physically, to gordon, one that he could possibly be attracted to, until hes out of his work uniform.......like hes more of an icon of a person than anything up until that point. pure signifier. no substance

like......you know......the equivalent of how benreys HL model registers to 99% of people watching the series. sure, thats not necessarily anything youd register as "hot", most likely, but then u peel that away and its like........Oh

the model is the icon and the representation of the icon is the real

and gordon runs a hand thru benreys hair and tries out one of those shitty little smirks benrey likes to use on him and the effect is.......dizzying. is that him? is that what benrey really looks like to him?? he feels fuckin salacious doing this

he can even.........get his face up close to the mirror and really look at those teeth

run his tongue over them experimentally.......feel their sharp edges.......and, no, theyre not sharp like a knife, but they are definitely pointy. and surprisingly well-kept......hes never seen benrey brush his teeth before but clearly he must. theyre so smooth and slick under his fingertips

and then he flushes and drops his hand b/c hes getting some weird fucking thoughts right now........but looking back up at himself in the mirror and seeing benreys face all wide-eyed and red makes the issue worse

oh, you really like seeing him look like that, dont you. and gordons pissed b/c this isnt even his fucking brain but its still whispering the exact same neurotic, self-defeating shit at him that hes trying very hard to tamp down

and then he starts getting a little crazier. taking off the vest. he can explain that, no problem. its just kind of hot. heavy. he needed a breather! its normal. just in here to splash some water on his face and cool down, nothing wrong with that. but that just makes benreys shirt all the easier to access.......and he tugs the hem of it just a little higher and looks at himself in the mirror and runs a thumb over the curve of his stomach, where the hair is thickest, and he shivers

gordon freeman is deeply normal and would never get off to the sight of a guy with arms the size of his head tentatively dragging the hem of his shirt up, just for gordon to look at him closer

hands shaking from nerves as he decides to loosen his tie and start unbuttoning and he sees more and more hair-dusted skin and muscle and fat and a thin sheen of sweat reveal itself

> i could see gordon trying to tense and flex the muscles a bit just because hes normal

HE IS, AND HE WOULD

he doesnt know when "being horny b/c hes been pent up and edged for days and he just needs to get his rocks off real quick so he can be normal again" turned into "being horny b/c the way benrey looks under his uniform is scary good to him" but if he thinks about that too hard hes gonna have a panic attack

tells himself that its all just because he hasnt been able to get off. thats why hes thinking this shit. hell stop thinking it once he nuts

> hey this is a quick aside but yknwo how he talks to himself in third person sometimes? what if he does and then kinda does a mental double take at how his name sounds coming out of benreys mouth, with his voice. ok thats it goodbye

oh ym god thats making me go insane. doing it by accident and then.........saying it again. on purpose. just to hear benreys voice doing it

getting one knee hitched up onto the sink and leaning forward with his arm braced against the mirror and his forehead leaning on his arm and tugging benreys dick (no, idiot, thats your dick right now, stop thinking about it) and tentatively groaning out his own name and it comes out so hoarse and desperate that it punches him straight in the gut (too bad, hes thinking about it, he cant not think about it, not with the way he looks and sounds right now)

> remember in the series when benrey called him gordon one (1) time and he noticed immediately and was like..i think thats the first time youve called me by my name.

he looks so fucked out and slutty in that mirror that it almost makes him pass out

eyes darting like hes trying to commit every single detail of how he looks right now to memory (b/c he is. he fucking is. he wants to make benrey look like this so fucking bad. just for him. wreck him and get him flushed and sweaty and panting and moaning gordons name and jesus christ, okay, thats where his brains taking him. okay. cool)

hes dizzying himself thinking about it. he knows benreys hot for him by this point, theoretically. assuming his weird come-ons werent just jokes. benrey would probably let him do this to him. benrey would probably want him to touch his dick. gordon thinks about how good it might feel for his own hand to be on benreys dick and he cant get himself solidly into one headspace or another - hes gordon, hes benrey, he wants to touch, he wants to be touched, he wants to feel his own hand on this dick (and god, maybe he could. maybe he could ask. wouldnt that be crazy.)

benrey in gordons suit and gordons body and gordons face leaning over him, b/c fuck, he really is tall compared to benrey, hes figured that one out awful quick. and gordons (his) hand on his (benreys) dick and stroking him and leering down at him with those dark, dark eyes that dont even really look like his eyes, anymore, not with the way theyre shaded over, and hearing his (benreys) (his) voice moaning out his (gordons) (definitely gordons) name and all the little "pleases" and "thank yous" that he cant stop letting out b/c benreys voice was made for it, made to beg and whine and ask so nicely, and his heads spinning as he comes all over the fucking mirror and sink

> i wonder if this could be combine with the ideas that parts of the self or like mind is still a bit left behind if that makes sense, like with benrey also wanting this that part of the reason gordon wants to say those things

"do you want to fuck him or do you want to be him?" well my good bitch, perhaps you can have a little of both. welcome to my personal hell

hes never come so hard in his fucking life and the noise that rips out of him when he does, finally, after days of being jerked around (ha ha) makes his ears burn with shame

now if you really wanna go crazy. imagine that benreys up and walking around this whole time b/c being edged by his stupid broken suit is making it impossible for him to sleep, and he hears........all of this. stops and presses himself flat agains tthe wall to listen

he cant actually get into the bathroom to scare the shit out of gordon/offer to join in/etc, b/c this stupid flesh body of gordons cant even noclip, but he can press his ear to the door and. listen. and he can flush all the way down to his chest when he hears gordon in there, moaning out his own name with benreys voice

so thats what gordon wants him to do, huh. thats what hes thinking about.

poor benrey, tho. he gets to experience just a lick of the endless fucking suffering that gordon goes thru every single day just by being alive, and "the HEV suit trying and failing to suck him off to completion while his dick twitches against the hard metal of the interior every time gordon groans in there" is just one small part of it

anyway . see ya. my final message

#asky #writin stuff

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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years

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-slides u 39 for beetlejuice and runs tf away-

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

(Kayla, sis, ur gonna kill me. Smut warning, obviously)

You know, you really didn’t mean for today to end up like this.

Oh, who were you kidding. You absolutely wanted the day to end up like this, you just never really expected it to. Beetlejuice spent all goddamn day flirting with you, but you could easily brush it aside knowing it didn’t really mean anything. I mean, he was a demon, right? It was probably just in their nature. He was just trying to get a rise out of you, that’s all. Really, he was just your demon roommate who lived in the attic and sometimes ate your succulents, and that was it. Nothing else at all going on.

You couldn’t be more in denial if you were drowning in it.

You’d been waiting for the weekend to finally arrive ever since your boss chewed you out on Tuesday afternoon, so when you finally arrived home on Friday, you threw yourself onto your couch with a heavy sigh, sinking into the cushions like you never wanted to leave them. You suspected Beej was in the attic doing…whatever it was he got up to while you were gone, but you knew he’d be joining you shortly. Almost as if he’d read your mind, he popped into the room, wearing…holy shit, just his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms covered sparsely with green hair. A blush rose to your cheeks, but you chose to ignore it as you shot him a soft smile.

“Hey, Beej, what’s going o-?”

“Roll over.”

“What?”

“On your stomach,” he said, as if it was obvious. When you still hesitated, he sighed and snapped his fingers, teleporting you both to your bedroom. Your bed was now home to a large nest of pillows and comforters, accompanied by soft piano music playing from your laptop and a sweet, floral scent hanging in the air.

“What’s all this?” you asked with a curious smile.

“Well, I knew work really hung you out to dry this week, so I figured I’d surprise you!” he explained with a proud grin. He snapped his fingers, summoning a small bottle of massage oil into his hand. “I made the blanket nest myself. I was gonna give you your massage downstairs, but I figured this’d be more comfortable, hmm?”

And there it was, that lecherous fucking smirk that you wanted to kiss off of his handsome face, damn him. You swallowed roughly at the thought of Beej’s strong hands on you, rubbing the tension away, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he took you…OK, nope, that was the end of that! You forced the thought away as you took his hand, smiling sweetly despite the flirtatious look he was shooting your way.

“That’s really sweet of you, Beej. Thank you for thinking of me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He beamed, his hair nearly glowing with how neon green it turned. You chuckled, shuffling to your dresser to pull out a few things. “Just let me get changed into something more comfy, mmkay?”

“Sure thing, babes, take all the time you need,” he said, crawling onto your bed and lounging the newly made blanket nest. You shook your head fondly and moved into the bathroom to change into something more appropriate for the…fuck, massage he was about to give you.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Beetlejuice immediately sat up straighter at the sight of you- you were wearing soft grey shorts that barely covered the tops of your thighs and a pastel pink sports bra, one that barely did anything to hide your breasts from him. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to distract you from him adjusting himself in his pants. Jesus Christ, he felt so pathetic, getting all hot and bothered over some breather in a sports bra…but you’d never been just some breather. You were all soft and warm and kind, always there for him despite the fact that he was a demon, always encouraging him to be better, to love harder, to live fuller…God, he was so fucking gone for you.

‘Course, you didn’t know that. You had your head so far up your goddamn ass you couldn’t see what was right in front of you. But judging by how you’d been reacting to him since you got home, he figured he might be able to fix that in the next hour.

So, he rolled off of your blanket nest, trying to hide his arousal by beckoning you forward and instructing you to lie on your tummy, resting your head on your crossed arms. You relaxed into the soft comforters, feeling incredibly at ease as you heard the soft click of the bottle of oil in Beej’s hands.

“Best way for me to do this is to straddle you, princess. That alright?” he asked, looking you over inquisitively. You hummed your consent, suspecting that wonderfully smarmy smirk to have found its home on his face once more as he settled himself down just at the tops of your thighs. If he wasn’t careful, the boner he was sporting would poke you right in the ass, so he made sure to adjust himself so you couldn’t feel it…yet. “Alright, babes, you just relax and let me take care of you.”

If those words didn’t pull a little gasp out of you first, the feeling of Beej’s cool hands spreading massage oil all over you back would’ve made sure of it. God, they were so big, pleasantly cool to the touch and firm as he began kneading your tense muscles. You let your eyes slip shut, falling prey to the absolute magic he was working on the knots in your back with his thumbs. You were so blissed out that you didn’t notice the little moans slipping from your lips every now and then, especially when Beej massaged a particularly tight knot. But oh, did Beetlejuice fucking notice.

You had never looked so hot in your goddamn life. Your skin was so smooth and soft under his hands, and you were making the hottest little noises he’d ever heard a breather make, and it was all because of him.

“Feelin’ a little better, doll?” he asked, his voice embarrassingly strained.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed happily, gasping sharply as he dug his fingers in a particularly fantastic spot. “Oh fuck that feels good, keep going, right there!”

Jesus fucking Christ he was going to die. He was going to keel over right then and there, and he was already dead! How the fuck could you be allowed to do this kinda thing to him? You were squirming under his hands, clutching the comforters between your white-knuckled fingers, and moaning like he was fucking you into oblivion, all the while his cock was trapped painfully in his pants and it was so goddamn frustrating. He was so close to snapping, just pulling your shorts aside and fucking you until you screamed, but he refused to do that without your consent. No, he needed you to know, he needed you to say yes, and he needed it now.

“Beej…fuck, you’re amazing,” you moaned. You bit your lower lip and let out a soft, barely there whine, and that was fucking it. Beetlejuice chuckled darkly and leaned forward, his resolve snapping as he hovered over you completely, keeping his lips close to your ear.

“Are you trying to turn me on, or are you just that oblivious?” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“What? What are you talking abou-…oh,” you breathed, because now you could feel his cock pressing against your ass. Curious, you shifted against him experimentally, causing Beej to groan into your ear before chuckling darkly.

“That’s it, sweetheart, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you want me too,” he crooned, sitting back up to drag his hands down the warm, reddened skin of your back. “Because unlike you, I don’t keep my head firmly up my ass.”

“Hey, that is so unfair!” you retorted, flipping yourself over to glare up at him. “You’re the one who’s constantly flirted with me and never followed through! Was I supposed to just know that that meant something, or did I have to find out when you popped a boner giving me a massage?”

Of course, you suddenly realize the position you’ve put yourself in when you get a good look at said boner, his hard cock only about a foot away from you face where he was straddling your hips. He tried to hide his smirk when he noticed you staring.

“Did you ever think that’s because I was waiting for you to ask?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. “That I didn’t want to be the big bad demon preying on some innocent breather? And not just any innocent breather, one I…you know, care about.” He rubbed his hand through his hair shyly. “You’re more than just someone to fuck to me, sweets, you gotta know that.” You hesitated before smiling softly, your heart fluttering incessantly in your chest because you’d been waiting for what seemed like forever for this to happen and frankly, you’re feeling desperate for him.

“I…I think I know that now, Beej,” you said, running your fingers through his hair before giving an experimental tug and a short grind of your hips against his. He groaned, biting his lower lip as it faded into a deep growl.

“Be careful with who you’re messing with, doll,” he warned. “You’re probably gonna want to be able to walk out of here by the time I’m done with you.”

“Please, like you could break me that easily,” you countered, pulling him by the hair to press the full length of his body to yours. “Why don’t you show me what you’re made of, hmm?” He barked out a laugh, shaking his head fondly at your eagerness.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, soothing the blush of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh, your girl, huh?” you laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him. He chuckled darkly, quickly grabbing both of your wrists and pinning your arms above your head, leaning in until your lips were so close to touching.

“Sweetness,” he murmured, his breath puffing out and over your lips. “If you didn’t realize that you’re already mine, you haven’t been paying attention.”

Those words sent heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, pulling a whine from your lips as you finally closed the distance between you and kissed him roughly. He inhaled sharply and pressed his full weight down onto you, holding you firmly in place as he ground his cock into your hip as he kissed you back, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging until you whimpered for him. He pulled away and began attacking your neck, sucking gorgeous marks into your sensitive skin while you whined and struggled against his grip. He held your wrists firmly, not letting you budge a single inch while he laved his tongue over the bruises that were just beginning to form, pulling whimper after whimper from your parted lips.

“God, I’ve been waiting so damn long for this…” he moaned into your skin, shifting downward and snapping his fingers to remove the offending sports bra that was keeping him from more of your gorgeous body. Your nipples hardened at the exposure to the slightly chilled air, which only made Beetlejuice more excited to play with them. He dove in, sucking one into his mouth and circling it with the tip of his tongue, moaning when you buried your hands in his hair and tugged. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple before sucking bruise after bruise onto your breast, pain and pleasure harmonizing so gloriously that it left you breathless. “Mm, you taste so fucking good, sweets…but I bet you taste even better down here, hmm?”

His hands stroked down your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, lingering there while his eyes silently asked for your permission. You lifted your hips to make it as easy as possible for him to get your shorts off, because you fucking needed them off now.

“Beej, come on, get ‘em off, please,” you whimpered, frustrated at how slowly he was peeling them and your panties off of you. He merely chuckled, taking his sweet time in sliding them down your legs and off completely.

“Patience, doll,” he cooed, making you grumble with frustration. “We’ve waited this long, what’s the harm in taking our time?”

“Easy for you to say, asshole,” you mumbled. “You probably got some in the last few months.”

“Guess again, angel,” he countered. You expected to see mirth in his eyes, but he simply gazed at you. He was completely serious.

“You…you didn’t?”

“Not a chance,” he said, rubbing his hands up your thighs to land on your hips. “No one else was worth my time, babes. No one but you.”

Those words hit you like a rock. He waited. The horniest, most lecherous demon you knew waited for you. He could’ve had anyone until you finally got your shit together, but instead he waited months just to be with you.

You rose up onto your knees and pulled Beetlejuice into a long, languid kiss, pouring every feeling you had into it as you laved your tongue over his lower lip, just hoping and praying that it would show him what he meant to you. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping you up in his arms before lowering you back onto the mattress, settling himself between your spread legs. He pulled away from the kiss to lower himself fully between your legs, drinking in the sight of you, fully exposed and glistening.

“Ohhh, baby,” he groaned, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh that trembled under his touch. “You are even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

“Beej, come on, please…” you mumbled, running your fingers through his hair and pleading with your eyes. He smirked up at you, content to watch you struggle not to shove his face into your pussy for a few moments longer.

“You ask me so nicely, babes,” he said, his smile growing toothy and almost sinister. “But I bet I can make you beg.” And with that, he buried his face in your pussy, greedily tasting you to your very core. You threw your head back with a gasp, gripping his hair tightly as he circled your clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Your thighs shook as he gripped them and pressed the flat of his tongue against you, letting you grind against his face and chase the pleasure you craved. Having his face in your pussy was enough to make him painfully hard where he was stuck in his pants, so he snapped his fingers to rid himself of his suit and began to stroke his cock in earnest. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending stars to blur your vision as you bit your lip to hold back your moans.

“I thought you tasted good before, sweetness, but down here you’re fucking mouthwatering,” he groaned, letting one finger come up and trace your entrance. “You want more, sweetheart, hmm? Better let me fuckin’ hear it.”

“Yes,” you moaned, tugging at his hair to try and force him back between your legs. “I want you, Beej, please just fucking take me.” At this, you heard a deep laugh rumble in his chest.

“Believe me, doll, I plan on it,” he said, slowly plunging his middle finger inside you as he went back to licking intermittently at your clit. You immediately clenched around his finger, moaning as he began to curl it in just the right way, your fists absolutely white-knuckled in the blankets as he practically dragged the pleasure out of you. He quickly added a second finger, fucking them in and out and trying not to come untouched from the thought of that wet heat practically choking his cock. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Beetlejuice, please!” you cried out. He tutted, opting to finger you harder, pulling near screams out of your throat, which was quickly growing sore.

“Come on, baby, I know you can. Just tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good little girl, and if you do it extra pretty, I’ll let you cum.”

You growled in frustration, seething at the shit-eating grin he was shooting you without even once letting up on the unrelenting pace of his fingers.

“I-ah, ah- want you to fuck me, Beetlejuicccccceshit, oh fuck, want your cock in me so bad, please God I wanna cum, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna cum, please!”

“Mm, good girl. Cum,” he commanded, leaning down to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue until you screamed, clenching tightly around his fingers as you came. He fingered you through it, only pulling his fingers out of you once you’d fully come down, panting heavily with a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glow in the light your lamp gave off. Beetlejuice grinned up at you from between your legs, lips glistening with your cum and his eyes practically heart-shaped.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, sliding up the bed until you were face to face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you so intently that you nearly wanted to shy away from the intensity of it all. “Knew you’d look so pretty when you cum, baby, but I bet you’ll be drop dead gorgeous when you cum around my cock,” he groaned, kissing you intensely. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips, feeling him grind his cock against your thigh as he probed your mouth with his tongue. He pulled away, panting harshly against your skin. “One more time, baby. What do you want?”

“Want you to fuck me, BJ,” you murmured, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “Waited so long for you, I just…I need you…” He smiled against your lips, kissing you sweetly before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Alright, baby, we’re gonna take this nice and slow, ok?” he asked. “Keep those eyes on me, want you to watch me while I fuck you, got it?” You nodded, inhaling sharply as he began to enter you. He wasn’t incredibly long, but God was he thick, his girth stretching you beautifully as he pushed into you. Beej groaned against your lips, watching you intently for any signs of pain as he bottomed out, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s the stuff, sweetness,” he groaned, taking in the intoxicating feeling of your pussy clenching around him, adjusting so beautifully to his girth. “Shit, you’re taking me so well, baby. How you feelin’? Any pain?”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head. You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping at the feeling of him moving inside of you. “Beej, just…don’t hold back, alright? I told you, you can’t break me that easily. Just…make me yours.” That last bit made him growl almost involuntarily, grabbing at your hips impatiently and starting to thrust, picking up speed the louder you moan. He holds you so close, pressing your foreheads together so he can watch you as you fall apart for him.

“Say it again, baby girl,” he murmured, kissing across her cheek to nibble at her ear. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Beej, fuck, I-I need more, harder,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He speeds up with a deep growl, re-angling himself in the most perfect way, the head of his cock dragging beautifully against your G spot that sends stars to cloud your vision once more. You’re not sure you remembered your name, but frankly, it felt unimportant compared to the bliss you sunk into with each and every thrust of his cock inside of you.

“Again, baby, come on,” he said, egging you on.

“I’m yours!”

“Again!”

“Yours! Fuck, shit, you feel so fucking good, God I love you!”

That was it. Whatever little restraint he had splintered as he pulled you tightly against him, rutting into you with everything he had. He’d never let you go again, never let you leave his arms; he’d die holding you, die fucking you, die loving you, if he could. He moaned louder, thrusted harder, kissed fiercer, and all of it was setting you ablaze from the inside out. You curled yourself into his arms as firmly as you could, wanting him around you, in you, wanting him and only him because you were his, and in that moment, he was all you needed. Your pleasure seemed to seep out of every pore in your skin, your voice hoarse from crying out as he littered you with kisses and bite marks, undeniable claims on every inch of skin he could find. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Love you too, babes, God, I love you so goddamn much I can’t breathe, and this tight little pussy, mmph, fucking milking me, huh? You’re gonna make me cum, sweets. Is that what you want, you want me to fill you up? Make you mine? Cum with me, baby, wanna watch you cum around my fucking cock-”

You cut him off with a choked off wail, clenching around him as tightly as you could as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you, threatening to drown you, to bury you beneath a deep abyss, but you simply wouldn’t mind. You felt him spill into you, groaning into your collarbone as his whole body trembled around you. You were floating, you were sinking, you were living, you were dying, and it was everything that you needed and more, infinitely more. You let your eyes slide shut as you came down, feeling Beetlejuice maneuvering you both into a more comfortable position. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were pressed against his chest, your chin resting comfortably right at the top of his pec.

“Welcome back, beautiful,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Was afraid I’d knocked you clean out. How are you feelin’?”

“Mm, fantastic,” you said hoarsely, stretching your arms a bit before settling firmly into his side. “So, was that everything you’d been waiting for?”

With a warm chuckle, he pulled you close, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead as you let your eyes slide shut again, your exhaustion taking you over.

“Everything, love,” he murmured, “and more.”

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