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castee-yel · 4 years

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Destiel AU

AU that occurs after Mary dies, Castiel distances himself by wiping the hunters' minds.

This is just one of the many random plot lines that formed in my head, this one just resides in my head im a warm setting, so enjoy.

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Castiel hadn't spoken to dean or sam in months, ever since the incident, what had ruined it all, ever since Mary had died due to his actions, he had decided there was no going back for him.

If he was being honest it wasn't what he thought it would be, wiping his best friends minds of the memories he had alonside with them, from hunts to sharing his first beer(s), to watching over them as they slept in crappy motels. He thought throwing all that away would provoke some great unbearable emotion in him that would lead him frantically running back to the winchesters as soon as given the chance, but he was nothing more than just... empty.

Cas, after months of migrating country to country to distract himself, had given up on that idea and now worked at the nearest gas-n-sip 40 minutes from the bunker, where he spent hours restocking shelves and watching the clock tick every day, just hoping the boys would pop in on the way to one of their many hunts.

It was one of those days, where the temperature was just right and cool, the sun was bright enough to warm your skin but not overheat you, and the clouds complimented the the skys pretty blue. The store smelt fresh and the sunlight made it seem a much brighter and spacious place than it really was.

Castiel was refilling the beverage coolers with cans of soda, the rays of light coming from the blinds warming the back of his neck, just as he bent down to pick up another soda from the crate at his feet, the door chime started jingling.

He turned round to go towards the cashier, and said "How can I help you today?" as he looked up, to which he paused, eyes widened a little bit and gulped.

There it was, the rush of blood, his heart heavy, his head light, he felt, alive, it was impossible to keep himself standing up straight without feeling faint. Cas leant on the cold steel counter for support.

"He's here, he's really here" the angel thought to himself, he tried his best to not seem to overjoyed or terrified.

"Hi, my brother and I were wondering if you sell motor oil for that-" he flicked his index finger towards the sleek black impala outside the shop window, "pretty thing outside" he continued, raising his brows and smiling as if he told some form of joke, "I don't want to hurt her engine with any of that low quality crap" the man went on as he chuckled about how precious his "baby" was, practically oblivious of Castiel wincing at his voice and laughter.

Castiel was shut off, he'd been blankly staring into the mans eyes for the entirety of his car appreciation speech.

"So, the motor oil then?" he was brought back to reality.

"Agh, yes" Castiel walked out from behind the cashier leading the man towards an isle at the back of the store, "These are the finest we have, they're a bit expensive but worth the price, we also discount the changing charge if you purchase the oil here and get it changed here too."

He had said this speech so many times it had gotten flat and dull, but he did his best to put the energy back into the words. After all, it was him...

Cas waited as he watched the man pick up one of the containers while quickly skimming through the back, barely giving any attention despite his obvious excessive concern for the car.

"I'm assuming you'd like to purchase that one sir-?"

"Its Dean" He smiled, to which Castiel felt warmth he hadnt in ages, "and yeah, if its as friggin good as it says"

Castiel gave a laugh he had been practicing ever since he got the job, to seem human enough of course, but for the first time it didnt feel like a facade. It felt genuine, and he knew why.

Cas looked down as he he took the bottle from Deans hands and walked towards the cashier, Dean following not too far behind him. Castiel placed the bottle of motor oil on the countertop and started punching in numbers on the till, avoiding his every thought to take another glimpse at dean.

"Y'know, this might be crazy but-" Dean leant foward over the till and lifted a finger "I've seen that face before" now pointing directly at a shaky, half ecstatic half horrified Castiel.

"M-Me?", He chuckled nervously avoiding those eyes and looking towards the sanitary products aisle to his left. "No no I really doubt"

"Purgatory!" Dean exclaimed, mildly blushing, "Thats where right?" He was grinning at the thought.

Castiel froze, hand putting the motor oil bottle in a bag mid air, he was no longer smiling, "P-Purgatory?" he asked, squinting, trying his hardest to seem confused and not scared.

"Miami?" Dean straightened himself so that he was no longer bending towards the man, "Purgatory Miami right?" he asked again, the angel still completely oblivious to his reference.

"I-" Cas stuttered, "I don't think we've met" he finally shoved the motor oil into the plastic bag he was holding for what seemed like years.

"My bad," Dean shrugged, handing over the money for the motor oil with a subtle smirk towards Castiel. He thanked him and strutted towards the door and out into his car.

He was gone, that was it; Cas slumped back into the chair by the till, placing his elbows on the counter and letting his head rest upon his palms as he contemplated:

"He's not dead" he thought, "and he's happy?" now leaning back and looking up at the white plain ceiling. "Miami though, what was that about?" he scoffed to himself, "Guess i'll never find out".

He got up and walked back towards the beverage coolers and continued where he left off, restacking the sodas.

Castiel was relieved, Dean Winchester was somewhat happy, he was alive, and his plan had worked, leaving him to spend his days thinking about the man who had no memory of him.

Dean got into the car to which his brother whined "What took you so long?"

"I don't know man, weird guy," Dean replied, with less of the cheery tone he had from before.

"Weird how?" His brother asked, "our kind of weird?"

"No no Sammy," Dean mumbled as he looked to the back window of the car while backing out of the stores parking lot. "Pretty sure I'd seen him in a gay bar before, he denied it a bit too harshly"

"First off, what were you doing in a gay bar" Sam questioned looking confused but not concerned, "And second off why would you confront the guy?"

"It wasnt like that, I was on a case" Dean avoided his brother's assumption, "And I thought he'd find it funny, nothing serious"

They drove off into the road, and that was that, just silence all the way, the familiarity of the man was never really shaken off from Dean, it was almost like it was printed onto him.

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 4 years

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My Lover

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Warning- mentions of death, angst

Summary - Denki’s lover passes and he’s left to handle it .

As a pro hero you had to expect anything at any time. You had to be prepared for everything. For anything.... At least you were in theory. No one could of been prepared for that attack. No one could have known that the villain would send the whole building down with him in it? Sacrificing himself and so many of his men to give time for his boss to escape.

The second the building start to go down Denki froze. You were still in there. You were trying to get the hostages out. He needed to save you.

“What are you doing?!” Kirishima screams as Denki starts to move towards the building. His legs were moving before he could think. “Denki stop!”

“Denki no!” Mina yells.

“I have to go in there!” Denki shouts back, “Y/n’s in there!”

Before he could get any further the building collapsed. The entire crowd looked on in horror. No one could of survived that. The hostages - everyone was in the basement or lower levels.

“Y/n,” Denki says softly. He moved running towards the rubble. The others heroes followed suit. Digging and searching for survivors. But they didn’t find any... All they found were bodies. Some holding each other. Knowing it would be the last thing they did... Some protecting children... Some holding phones trying to reach out to their loved ones for the last time. Denki looked over each person. Hoping that he wouldn’t find you... At least not like that. He wanted to find out somehow you made it out. Some how under all this you were alive.

“Kaminari,” He heard Sero call. He turned around to see your face. His eyes widened in horror.

“No,” He says softly, “no no no please no.” He moves towards you. Pulling you from the rubble at once. Your body is limp. Cold. Blood everywhere. Your eyes staring into the blue sky above. They were lifeless. You were lifeless. “Babe baby,” He says softly. Tears welling in his eyes. “Baby please.” He wants you to move. To comfort him. “No no no.” Sobs escape his throat. The other pros- no his friends. They are watching him. Watching him lose himself in loud sobs as he clutches the body of his partner. “Y/n please please I need you.”

He was supposed to be prepared for this.... That’s what they always told him... That you could lose anyone at any moment. To be prepared to die. To lose friends. Family. Heroes were always at risk. You both knew this when you started dating. You knew the risks of your careers. And you both didn’t care. You were so in love. And that love- it made you feel untouchable. Like nothing could hurt you as long as you had each other. He felt like the world finally was doing something good for him. Putting you both at that agency together. Assigning you both to missions together. You both got so close. You both were so happy. And then you started dating. Denki had never cared about someone like he cared about you. He would of done anything for you. And you knew that, but you’d also do anything for him. It was such a pure thing you two had. You fit together so perfectly. Like you were made for each other....

“Baby please!”

Mina moves into Kirishima’s arms as she sobs softly. Sero, Kirishima, hell even Bakugo. All of the heroes were tearful- if not completely crying at the scene. They were witnessing heart break. The loss of true love. You guys were supposed to get married. Have a life. A family. More than this.

“Y/n I’m so sorry.”

Sero moves placing a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. Trying to help comfort his friend.

“You’re Chargebolt?? Oh thats so cool! I’m a big fan.”

“You’re?”

“I’m Electra,” You tell him, “I’m assigned to train with you.”

“Oh I get a pretty thing like you?”

“This isn’t fair,” He sobs, “this isn’t how it was supposed to end.” He moves burying his head into your chest.

Heroes are supposed to be prepared to let everything go. Put everything on the line. To save one life. To save hundreds. Heroes die every day. But it wasn’t supposed to be you.

Denki didn’t want to move forward. He wanted to sit in the apartment you both once shared and wait for you. He wanted it all to end. To trade your place for his. To hold you again. To kiss you again. He wanted you. He wanted more than this. He stopped going on missions the day after you passed. He couldn’t bring himself to try to save anyone knowing he couldn’t save you.

“So you’re real name is Denki?”

“Yep.”

“And you want me to know this... why?”

“So when we go on our date you can call me my real name,” He says with a big smirk.

“Oh our date?”

“Yeah I was thinking you and I could go out for dinner? How do you feel about that?”

“I’d love to.”

Denki was sitting on the floor of the apartment. A bottle of whiskey beside him as he holds his phone to his ear.

“Denki? Denki baby? Oh damn you’re probably on patrol... Well when you get this or I guess when you get free can you call me?? I miss your voice! Oh damn that’s Mina- No Mina I’m doing paper work I promise. I’ve got to go handsome.. Call me when you get a chance!”

Beep

The voicemail ends. He moves pressing the next one.

“Hey cutie? I know you’re on patrol but I wanted to call and check on you... Also I bought you another Pikachu ... I know I know! You said you have enough but frankly I don’t think you can ever have enough Pikachu plushies. And this one is a detective pikachu! So when you get a chance facetime me so I can show you!”

Beep.

He looks over to the stack of stuffed animals you kept on the couch. He always teased you about it. Especially when you’d come home with them. But now he’d kill for you to try and sneak in another Pikachu. Giving him some goofy reason as to why you needed this one.

He moves taking a long swig of the whiskey. Then moves to click the next voicemail.

“Denki~~~ Denki~~Denki baby! Mina’s got me drunk and I miss you! This club isn’t fun any more and I miss you!!! Come pick me upp- ooo oo and bring pretzels! Huh? Oh hey Sero- I’m trying to call Denki! I know he should of came! Denki Sero thinks you should of came with us! No no Mina get off of the bar! Sorry babe I’ve got to get mina.”

Why didn’t he go out with you that night? He was tired... if only he knew he would only have a few more weeks with you. He looks down and clicks the next one. It’s a mintue long... He doesn’t remember this one.

“Denki.... Denki I’m sorry... I tried... I tried so hard to get us out- the building it’s- it’s falling- The exits are blocked... I don’t have long.”

His eyes widen as he realizes what he’s listening to.

“I’m sorry Denki... I’m sorry baby I don’t have any way out.”

You’re crying. He can hear it in your voice.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.... I was supposed to come back out and see you again... Denki I’m sorry.. I’m trying so hard... I don’t know what to do....” He hears people screaming around you. “I love you... I always have.. I want you to know that. I’m not gonna make it... But you mean the world to me... I know this is terrible to get in a voicemail but I wanted to tell you one last time... You are the love of my life.”

Your voice is shaky. Denki feels tears stream down his cheeks. He didn’t even realize he started crying.

“No no! THe building- Denki I’m sorry- I love you... I love you so much-”

It stops there. He knows how it ends. Right with you buried beside your mother. How could someone be prepared for this? How could they expect him to be ready to handle this. He moves his hands to his hair. The light tears escalating to sobs.

“What am I supposed to do without you?” He sobs.

He doesn’t know if he’d ever know. All he knows is that you weren’t supposed to leave him. And he misses his lover. More than anyone has ever missed anyone else.

The way you smiled. The way you said his name. Your laugh. You singing in the shower. Everything about you.

No hero could prepare for something like this.

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 5 years

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Reddie in the hammock 🥺

The Hammock

After what seemed like an unfinishable summer, the losers finally got a little break in their clown killing activities. Ben wanted to surprise his friends with a getaway, a place no one could reach them, not pennywise, not bowers, not anyone. Thats when he built the clubhouse. Loser’s members only! He was so proud of it and he finally got to show the losers, they were all so grateful to have a safe heaven from the outside world. They had games, comic books and a hammock. That hammock had been the subject to a couple of fights between Richie and Eddie. The smaller boy claimed that the losers agreed to 10min in the hammock per turn, however Richie claimed he never agreed to those terms.

One day, while Richie was lying in the hammock, he heard Eddie’s alarm go off. Thinking nothing of it, Richie went back to reading his comic book.

“Hey fucker! Your time in the hammock is up! It’s my turn now, get out!” Eddie yelled

Richie looked up from his comic, annoyed. “I never agreed to that Eds, I’m not moving.” He looked back down at his comic.

“Fucking hell Richie, you really don’t know how to share a place with other people huh? You’re so annoying, c’mon get up, it’s my turn!” Eddie said getting closer to Richie, his voice slightly higher in pitch.

“No.”

“UGH! You know what, fuck you I’m getting in that hammock!” Eddie said as he lightly threw himself on the hammock.

“Oh my god, Eddie! What are you doing, were going to fucking fall!” Richie shouted

“Good, fucking fall you little shit. Im staying in the hammock.” Eddie spat

“Fine!” Richie said as he started reading his comic again.

Eddie looked at Richie. He had expected more of a fight, he was ready for more of a fight. But that little shit was reading his stupid comic. He doesn't know why but he needed Richie to pay attention to him. Their bickering wasn't over.

Suddenly, Richie feels a foot hit him in the face. He knows Eddie is trying to get a rise out of him and he could not let him win. So instead, he keeps reading his comic, but he put his hand on Eddie’s leg and squeezed it, trying to make him stop. The fact that Richie hadn't looked up, only aggravated Eddie even more. He then proceeded to slip his foot under Richie’s glasses and flicked them half way across the room.

Richie just sighed, he figured this was his new normal now.

A couple of months after that summer. Eddie was at home pouring himself a glass of hot cocoa, when suddenly the phone starts ringing. He looked at the time. 9:47 pm, why would anyone be calling at this time?

“Kaspbrak residence” Eddie answered

“Eds, its me, meet me at the clubhouse in an half an hour.” Richie mumbled

“What? I can’t just-“ the line went dead.

Shit, Eddie thought. He was going to have to sneak out. Richie sounded serious and he couldn't let him down.

He went creeped up the stairs and slightly opened the door to his mother’s bedroom.

“Goodnight mommy, I’m off to bed!” Eddie said

“Who was on the phone?” She said with a concerned look.

“Oh it was Bill, he called to remind me to bring his book back.” Eddie lied

“Okay Eddie bear, goodnight.”

He quickly closed the door and headed for his room. He changed into sweatpants and a sweater and packed his fanny pack, ready for any situation. He then proceeded to slowly climb out his window and head towards the clubhouse, following little strings of tape Ben had left on trees, so the other losers wouldn't get lost. Once he got there, he could see a faint light coming from the ground. He opened the hatch and went down, slightly terrified of what awaited him. What he wasn't expecting to see was the club house illuminated with Christmas lights and Richie sitting in a sleeping bag on the hammock.

“Hiya Eds, took you long enough”. Richie let out a shaky laugh

Eddie knew something was wrong, the other boy’s tone of voice wasn't as smooth and his eyes were almost lifeless, compared to his normal, bright eyes. He quickly rushed over to his side.

“What’s wrong Richie” Eddie started looking all over, touching his arm, leg, cheek, basically looking for any sign of injury. “Are you okay, why are you crying?” Eddie’s voice was shaking.

Richie grabbed the smaller boy’s hands and held then tightly on his leg. “Im not hurt Eds, well not physically. I just got into a fight with my parents.”

“What happened” Eddie asked, unconsciously rubbing his thumb over Richie’s hand.

“Ever since last summer, I barely sleep and whenever I manage to fall asleep, I have nightmares about the stupid clown. My parents yelled at me because my grades have been going down and they want to know why. But what am I going to them tell? “Oh yeah ma, I’m sorry about that, it’s just a murderous clown tried to kill me and my friends and I haven’t been able to sleep because I’m terrified he’s going to come back and kill them.” So I played dumb and told them I didn’t know why, so they started yelling at me and i couldn't bear staying there so I called you.”

“Why me?” Eddie whispered

“Because you’re my Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie said while pinching his cheeks.

“ So what were just going to sleep on the floor?”

“No, in the hammock. You know we can both fit.” He said with a small grin.

“Okay..”

For some reason, when Richie said those words, Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. He ignored it and climbed into the hammock.

“I thought maybe you could put you head near mine. I brought some new comic books we could read together...” Richie trailed off.

“Hmm okay” Eddie changed positions and nudged himself near Richie. The boy’s had never been this close but they both felt like it was something that had needed to happen. Like they were both safe.

After reading comics for an hour or so, Richie yawned. “ Wow Eds, didn't think i would ever say this again, but I think I’m going to go sleep now.”

“Oh that’s good Richie, yeah we should just go to sleep.” Eddie started panicking, did he have to go back to their original position, on opposites sides? But before be could move, he felt arms wrap around him.

“Goodnight Eds.”

“Hmm, goodnight ‘Chee”

They both snuggled under one small sleeping bag, cuddling. Eddie head resting on Richie’s chest, falling asleep to the faint beat of his heart.

That was the first of many nights spent at the clubhouse for Richie and Eddie.

They came almost every night until their graduation, none of the other losers knew (even though, most of them suspected). It’s where they came to escape their parents, where they first confessed their love for each other (Eddie had said it first in a fit of rage against the taller boy (not exactly the way he planned it but hey, it all worked out)), where they shared their first kiss (and many other first...) it became their home. It was the place where they felt safest, where they could be themselves without having people judge their love. An escape for everyday life. Their love is built into the walls and they both know that without the clubhouse and that stupid hammock, they would not share the love they have for one another today.

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! BUT HERE IT IS I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT. SO MANY OF YOU LIKE MY ORIGINAL POST SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE REAL DEAL!

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randomsevans · 4 years

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is it all fake ? part 2

Chris was in a mind of his own , it had been an hour since his meeting , and he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he will need to find a fake wife . As Chris walked the busy streets of London with his cap and glasses on he wondered around different corners not really knowing where he was going . Chris had been to London many times in the past for press tour , filming and that was what he was currently doing in the city , right now . Filming for his next movie .

Chris walked down a street , it was less crowed but still had people running up and down , the loud chatter and loud noises ,was causing chris to not be able to think straight , his head was being all fussy , until he smelt that strong , burnt smell of coffee

“ a cup of coffee might do me good “

Chris wondered further down the street , until he stopped in front of a brick wall , stained with old paint and god knows what , it had a large window which you could see in side, it looked like fairly modern , shaky kinda , the walls were either white or laid with wood , it was two floors with the second one only taking up half of the space above so it was almost as if a balcony, Chris could just about make out book selves at the top .

He went and reached for the door , thinking this was a good enough place since it wasn't that packed. Just as he was about to reach for the door it swung open , with someone exiting the cafe , the ransom person give him a small smile as he stepped to the side allowing them pass . as he door was about to swung back close he catches it , opening it wider and stepping in

the first thing he noticed was the cafe smelled of coffee and vanilla , it bring a calming scene , as he stepped in he heard a booming high pitched laugh as he made his way in and towards the counter , the laughter continued and he couldn't help a little smile on his face , it was a sweet laugh a one that made him want laugh , even tho he had no idea what was so funny .

it was until he reached the front of the counter due to there being no line he found at from where the noise was coming from , there was a y/h/c girl with her back towards him laughing her head off , with someone on a stood on the other side of the counter , The one on the stool coughed , probably singling that there was a customer

the y/h/c girls laughter was slowly coming to a stop .

“ill be with you in one minute “ she said still not facing him as she continued to giggle ,trying to calm herself down

“its okay “ Chris could help but a little chuckle sipped his lip

the girl took a deep high pitched breath , Chris heard a faint “ i hate you “ probable aimed at the other girl who just shrugged

Chris shakes his head slightly with a small smile placed on his lips , as he looks down removing his sunglasses

“what can i get you “ he heard a sweet voice speech , clearly sore from her laughter , but every word spoke professional and very much British , Chris looked up to see the girl turned around , facing him with her hand on the cash register , with a smile , and cheeks redden , with her y/e/c staring right at him sparking .

“umm “ chris coughs up at abit as he forget to breath , “mm ill just have a straight black please .

the girls smile only got wider “ oh an American “ she said

“yeah what give that away “ Chris was slowly bring back his confidence which moments ago had disappeared for an unknown reason

“ oh i dont know , people just dont order straight up black coffee around here “ she stated , with a little smirk as she presses buttons on the cash register

“oh so its not my accent then “ he jokes , sharing the same smirk

“oh that too “ she giggles

there was a moment were the pair of them giggled a little , until she spoke up once again

“will you be sitting in or take out ?” she asked

Chris was put back by the question , he original just wanted to get a coffee and get going but something was telling him to stay

“sitting please “ he answered

“ okay ... that will be £3.65″

he nodded giving her a £5 “thank you “ she placed the money in the till and gave him the change . He wasn't expecting anything back , but then he remembered that people dont usual give tips in the UK , so he found a jar label tips/donations and stepped to the side , until he saw some stool and sat on one , he placed his hands onto the counter , where he was from he could see the girl , shifing around making his coffee , he couldn't help but look .His mind was clear for once , forgetting that he needs to find a wife .

he was quickly brought out of his own head as he saw the girl coming closer with a cup in her hand and placed it in front of him

“enjoy !” she said

“im sure i will “ Chris smirked

“ i dont see how , thats just straight black , its basically the same as as straight up vodka “she had a playful disgusted faced on

“well i happen to like both “ chris chuckled “so what do you usual have then”

“well .. “ she dramatically began “ hot coffee aint the nicest “ her British accent coming out strong “ i like mine , cold , with ice ,a shit tone of milk with either vanilla or caramel “

Chris month opens wide and nodded his head “ so you like it sweet “ he said “ like you “ he blurred out , his own mind racing

“why did you say that she probable thinks your so weirdo now !” he asked himself

her eyes widen and her cheeks redden ,

“i guess “ she simple shrugged trying to hide her embarrassment

“so do you usual judge people on their orders “ chris asked trying to avoid what he just asked , while also wanting to speak to her more

“not really “ a playful smirked fell on her lips “only the ones like you who drink the devils juice

“oh really , is that what this is “ he lifed up his cup taking sip “ devil juice ?” she just nodded “okay then , what do you think of me ?”he asked

“how do i know , i dont know you apart from your order , never seen your face before around here “

“oh yeah , im here for work “ he sighed

she simply nodded as she wiped the counter down

“let me guess work isnt the best at the moment so you are using coffee as your fuel.

“ha quite the observant one arnt you “ chris chuckled

“not really just a guess”

“well you'd be right “ he sighed , lifting his coffee to his lips , staring straight at her as she did the same

“i like this place , i might come back “

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the-sunshine-dims · 4 years

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𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭

words: 1330

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contents and warnings: self-harm, hurt/comfort (kind of, like future h/c), janus angst, caring logan, pining janus, unofficial loceit, hopeful ending, mentions of yelling and arguments, bad coping mechanism,

if theres anything else please let me know!

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..it had been a bad, and extremely long day for Janus, first there was a video and there was a big argument and there was yelling which made him feel not the greatest because he hated yelling but then when it was over he went to his room and tried to do his usual coping to feel better, watching a movie, or reading a book to distract him until he could feel fine enough to properly help himself feel better, but it didn’t work, he just felt bad as he tried to do the things.

And then he felt worse and more desperate to find something that would help and then he turned to his.. less-than-healthy.. coping mechanism, and he quickly uncovered his arm as he grabbed the utility knife in the crack between his mattress and the bed frame, and then he made shaky lines on his shoulders.

It didn’t bleed a lot since he couldn’t go as deep as he wanted to in the moment with the smaller knife but it still hurt enough, he winced in pain and after a couple minutes of just being on the floor slumped over to lean on his bed he summoned the medkit from the bathroom and began disinfecting it, just as a precaution, because if it gets infected he’ll have to bring attention to it and he really doesn’t want too, he doesn't even want the others to know.

He Sighs as soon as he’s out of the mindset, maybe twenty minutes after he cut his shoulders ...he really shouldn't of done that, remus was already worried about him, and if he found this out he’d be even more worried and he didn’t want remus to always have to be worried about him, that wasn't fair to remus.

After a moment he realized he really didn’t want to be alone in his room anymore and despite being hesitant about it he made sure his arms were covered like they normally were, though he hissed in pain as he had to drag the sleeves down his shoulders and it ended up agitating the open skin quite a lot.

He took a breath and once making sure everything was like it normally was he sunk out to appear on the couch and- ow- he landed his shoulder onto the couch arm, he hissed in pain for probably the third time as he shot up and after a second he took a breath And carefully laid down onto his back, and once he was comfortable he realized he had heard a sharp breath that he had assumed in the second to be his but definitely wasn’t so he looked over to the armchair and- oh that was logan, he had witnessed that, hopefully he would be easily shaken off.

Once they had locken eyes Logan went “are you quite alright, Janus?” And Janus just kinda instantly wanted to tell him which wasn’t fair, stupid Logan and his stupid caring voice and stupid him looking concerned,

He internally scolded himself that even with logans dumb faux-concern he couldn’t tell him (that had to fake, why would he be care enough to be concerned about janus) so he just tried his best to relax “I’m absulutely awful,” he backwords spoke, though for a lie That was rather truthful, but he wouldn’t admit to it and he hoped logan would just take it and stop being so concerned.

But he wasn’t that lucky so logan continued to have his dumb cute face scrunched up ever so slightly in concern “are you certain?” He asked again.

Janus nodded, trying to get Logan to be convinced, though he supposes what would logan think when he just saw janus hiss in pain, maybe janus could just make up an excuse that just not common enough so he’d think it's truthful? He sighed, putting on a show of telling him, “I just hit my bedside table while I was asleep and my shoulder is bruised.” he told him matter-a-factly as he rested, he was actually feeling better now that he wasn't in his room.

“Thats a lie.” Logan said deadpan and Janus shot up and looked at him, how did he know? Janus could occasionally tell whether things were lies but that was his job, it wasn't logan’s, how did he know? Did he know the real reason janus’s shoulders were in pain?

He hoped not, but he just quietly lied and mumbled “no its not,” a lot more nervously then his voice normally was, and turned his head away as he huddled into himself and the couch arm, he would’ve left but he decidedly doesn’t want to be alone or in his room right now, even if the thoughts had passed and it was okayer now.

He heard a soft “Janus” from Logan and honestly the tone would be enough to make him melt if he wasn’t so tense and it wasn’t in this situation. after a small moment he just offers a small hum in response, he doesn’t know why logans trying to help, sure it could be because he was worried about thomas but Janus didn’t think he would normally have that much care in his voice if it was solely for thomas, but Logan wasn’t his friend, so why would he care for him? Was it supposed to be an olive branch?

He sighed after a moment and faced Logan “I’m fine, Logan.” He said seriously, it wasn’t the entire truth but maybe it was enough Logan could overlook it.

“Janus, I don’t mean to pry, but what happened?” He asked again, something gave Janus the feeling he wasn’t gonna stop unless he was specifically told by Janus to stop, and Janus, while he wasn’t the most comfortable with sharing what happened and he doubted he would, and he would probably just wait for Logan to leave, but he still wasn’t ganna outright say tell logan to stop, because.. he honestly really wanted someone to ask him how he was, though he wasn’t gonna actually share because.. quite honestly he was kind of terrified.

After a moment he just kind of grumbled out a “I’m fine” and while Logan never started believing him he seemed to realize he wasn’t gonna end up succeeding in his mission to try and help janus with whatever harmed him.

So after a couple moments, where Janus honestly felt a little bit of dread because Logan was so quiet but then Logan just gently went “what about this? I know you’re probably not wanting to talk to me especially in a circumstance where it practically forced, but.. Janus, I’m here if you need or want to talk.” He told him, and he could tell logan was uncertain if Janus would take up the invitation

But just stared at him for a second before letting his lips twitch up in a small, careful smile, “okay, Logan, I will.” He told him,

Logan seemed to be surprised but also happy “really?- that’s- that’s great Janus,” he said, proud of Janus.

Janus offered a bit more of a smile before he just let himself rest again, honestly that had gone a lot better than he expected, and he was.. quite honestly hopeful, he loved remus but he wasn’t really able to help his dark thoughts or sometimes he just got too angry at the thing that had hurt Janus to actually help him, though he was good for cuddles and words of encouragement and his own kind of support he sometimes.. just couldn’t help, and.. maybe.. just maybe, logan would be able to help in the way remus wasn't.

So after a couple minutes where everything drifted off into silence, the silence somehow managing to not be totally uncomfortable as Janus got sleepy from his earlier bout of exhausting emotions and Logan slowly went back to the book he had apparently been reading, occasionally looking over to check on Janus.

Yeah he was hopeful

#ts logan #ts remus #ts janus #janus sanders #logan sanders #hurt/comfort #self/harm #self harm #bad coping mechanisms #fic #sanders sides #sanders sides writing #the cold one writes #hopeful ending

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ad1thi · 4 years

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May I ask for 35 with Ironhusbands? Bc that one would really fit into the MIT era. If you feel like it. Thank you :)

#35: one of them trying to get the other one off of drugs au // from this list // part of rajput tony stark AU. please be mindful of this prompt when reading this fic; because it is about substance abuse. this got a bit longer than i was expecting so please watch out for the read more (hopefully tumblr doesn’t snipe me and fuck it up)

It starts off small. Toni goes from having every single aspect of her life monitored to abject freedom overnight; and it gets to her head. She sneaks Rhodey into a couple of frat parties and gets drunk, swaying to the music while clasping a plastic red cup in between her fingers and she finds that she likes it; she likes the way her entire body relaxes; how the alcohol burning down her throat seems to reach the knot in her stomach and loosen it somehow.

She likes the way she gets bolder, stronger, more willing to take risks. She likes the way it makes her figure undulate, how blurry faces pull her in and when they kiss - she can taste the vodka on the tip of their tongue. She likes drinking, she likes who she is when she's drinking - and so she drinks some more.

It sort of grows from there. It stops being a couple nights a week and starts becoming every night of the week - and it is a familiar occurrence for Toni to bang down Rhodey’s door at ungodly hours of the night. The third time it happens, Rhodey’s roommate applies for a transfer of dorms and Toni all but moves into the vacant bed.

Their friendship is still new, frightfully new - but Rhodey knows without having to even ask that if he pushes the issue, that Toni will shrink away from him and ice him out. So he doesn’t say anything, and instead works on ways to keep her safe. At least this way she has somebody to turn to if it all goes to shit.

He goes to every party that she’s invited to, makes sure to take a (discreet) photo of every man and woman that she leaves with, and starts including the cafe across the street in his morning routines. Rhodey can’t remember the last time he touched a drop of alcohol; and he thinks from the overwhelming stench that he gets during the few times that Toni stumbles back to their room with him instead of her flavour for the night - that he probably never will touch alcohol again.

It isn’t just Rhodey’s attendance that takes a massive hit though; Toni is barely hanging onto her place at the university with the amount of 8ams that she’s missed - and its a meeting at the Dean’s Office that really wakes up her. She comes back into their dorm room with a frosty expression, picks up the various bottles scattered across the room and up-ends them into the communal toilet.

Rhodey doesn’t say anything, just helps her collect it all and throw it away without their RA seeing; but from the way that she hugs him fiercely once they return to the room - he knows that she knows. There’s nights she can’t sleep, nights where she drives herself crazy, nights when she begs Rhodey to just give her a sip - and its during one of those nights that Rhodey suggests she gets a job; something to keep her occupied so that she isn’t thinking about frat parties.

And so she does. She gets herself the graveyard shift at the campus mess and its good for a while; but then Toni meets Tiberius Stone; and that’s when everything goes to shit.

It’s been close to six months since Rhodey has seen Toni outside of the classes that they share together; and even that had been reduced to scant gazes and small smiles before Tiberius pulls her away to sit somewhere else.

He misses her something fierce, but he isn’t allowed to complain about her absence, not when he was the one who drove her away. Not when he came back to their room to find her sniffing a thin white line off the edge of her desk; and he’d kicked her out instead of getting her helped.

He’d walked in and saw her look up with wide eyes, powder peppered around the outline of her nostrils and suddenly he was 10 years old again; looking at the still figure of his father with a needle protruding from his arm and it’d been too much for Rhodey, he’d reacted too quickly without thinking it through - and he has only himself to blame.

In his darker moments, he listens to the tiny voice in his head that reminds him that Toni knew what happened to his father, she knew how he felt about drugs but she bought a packet anyway but most of the time he’s mature enough to admit that she’s an addict; that this isn’t something that she can control.

No matter how he thinks of it though, the end result is the same: it’s been six months since Rhodey has managed to see his bestfriend. None of this explains why there’s someone banging on his door at 3am; and why when he opens the door - he finds Toni slumped against it.

“Toni?” Rhodey reacts instantly, fallings to his knees so that his thigh pillow her head when she falls, “what happened?”

“Mujhe maaf karado,” Toni’s slurring her speech, but she looks up from wet lashes and cups his cheeks, “mujhe maaf karado“

Rhodey opens his mouth to reply, to ask her what she’s saying; but she slumps against him before he manages to get a word edgewise. With a sigh, he gingerly wraps his hands under her knees and lifts her - stumbling a couple of times before he manages to get on his feet and carry her to his bed. He doesn’t have the strength to carry her to the spare bed; so he just pulls Toni to his chest and falls onto his bed. The last coherent thought he has before he falls asleep is how right it feels to have Toni sleep next to him again.

He wakes up in the morning to find Toni perched at the edge of the bed; with a fearful expression on her face. He blinks a couple of times to clear his vision, fumbling around for his water-bottle so that he can give it to her.

“Here you are Tones,” he says, voice with heavy with sleep, “you need some water after last night”. Toni takes the bottle that he’s offering and brings it to her lips to take a couple sips; but the tension in her shoulders hasn’t reduced at all.

Rhodey can’t stand it, can’t stand the idea the idea that she might be scared of him, which is why he pushes himself to a siting position, reaches out so that he can intertwine their fingers. Toni looks up at him with wide eyes, but doesn’t make any moves to take her hand back - so he thinks that its progress.

“Hey,” he says softly, cocking his head and smiling at her, “hey you’re okay. We’re okay sweetheart, I promise,” he brings up her palm to press to press a shaky kiss to it - and thats all it says; Toni flings herself into his arms and starts crying into his shoulder; brokenly apologising over and over while he runs a hand down her back and soothes her.

Toni’s heart feels like her heart is jack-hammering against her ribs; and she wants to reach out and press her palm against it - to force it back into her chest and make it stay there. Instead, she looks over to Rhodey, who presses a kiss to her shoulder and sends a reassuring smile her way. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather up her courage; and then addresses the people sitting around her at large, “Hi. I’m Toni Stark, and I’m an addict.”

tbc

#my writing #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #james rhodes x tony stark #rhodey x tony #rajput tony stark au #rule 63 #fem! tony stark #female tony stark #mentions of drug abuse #its actually rly common for desi kids to go off the rails when they leave for university because we're suddenly in control of everything #and it gets to our heads #so this felt like the perfect AU to use this prompt for #im sorry this took so long i hope i did it justice!!#i personally don't drink and have never used drugs so hopefully i didn't misrepresent anything #i know there isn't much about her actual recovery in this post and im sorry #but ive never had to recover from something like this #nor do i know anyone who has #and so i didn't want to make it seem like something that it isn't #i hope you like it anyway tho!!#justsomeoneunordinary #adi answers asks

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maiuoart · 5 years

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This is not a promp but I'm so happy you are working on the bara bros!!! Can you say a few headcanons of them?

Ohgoodness; Thank you for being interested in the lil’ tibbits!

Nothing is too cemented yet; I plan to work their area around that of Machine with Past. An example is the game called; Horizon Zero Dawn, but really tweaked to make it make more sense in their world. But I know their personalities are far different than their Regular selves for sure;

Cut because a LOT of information!!

BSF!Papyrus; Hound

-He’s a huge sweetheart, but he can also be a huge shitstarter if he’s bored. -He’s not a huge flirt, he’s actually very calm and relaxed; More silent, even? But when he has his sights on someone, he does tune it up and might even try to constantly hold or hug, an instinct to ‘Protect’ acts up without him fully realizing it.-Really can’t tick this monster off unless you’re being threatening; And even then it’s hard to get him to fully ‘Bare His Fangs’ in a sense.-He prefers to be a night owl; He loves to just lay in the grass to view the stars, or back in his Underground, view everything in Waterfall.-Has the same tired sockets and Golden fang placing on his left side like the Original, but has larger cracks. Difficult to describe his scars, I’ll draw him later~-He gets along well with most of the ‘Trade’ Monsters; Muffet, Gillby, Nice Cream Guy, etc. due to being a ‘Provider’ for them in his spare time.-What he gets them? Well, Meats and other odd items? He is a Traveler, there’s a lot he gets his claws on the rest can use.-Has a bit of a ‘Beast Mode’; where something takes over and he loses himself to the act of his primal instincts if triggered. That trigger is more or less Fear or something to Chase. -Doesn’t have a sweettooth, loves Salt instead

FunFacts; -He’s shares an ability of being stealthy like his brother. Is quick to strike to kill or hold down prey. Is far better being the one at long distances, but can work either way.-Favorite weapon of choice; His claws if he’s close enough, enjoys to have them lined with a sleeping drug. Second choice; Bone Daggers which have long chains attached to hook onto or make swift kills with.-Great tracker, hunter, and both his eyesight and his hearing are far better than most other Monsters; To the point he can pick up mere whispers and see over miles in the dark or foggy areas. -His sense of smell is screwed a bit, though; Can only pick up strong scents, but even then thats difficult for him. -You will not find him inside at all in any place unless the cold is seriously affecting him or his brother simply needs him around, he feels more comfortable within the woods or large forests spaces. And even if you do find him inside a Monster home; He’s a bit more finicky and will call it a case of ‘Cabin Fever’. -The reason he’s an outside dog is due to the fact he had a Lab Accident that caused him a lot of backlash and issues. It isn’t related to his growth, or any of the other Monsters, but it has affected his hands and how he’s very intune with the temperatures, unlike his brother.-He has a case of ‘Shaky Hands’ since the experiment was a failure. He won’t ever tell what he was working on, his brother doesn’t even know, but it was his reason for staying outdoors. It’s also a reason why he will constantly be moving his hands to be playing around with things; Stretching them out, playing with his lighter, a witting knife to just play with; Basically to retrain his hands. -You wouldn’t be able to tell unless you give him something smaller than his palms to hold, cause he will have to focus extra hard to keep his hands from spazzing out in order not to harm the creatures in his grasp. Anything larger, he doesn’t have to worry because his hands might twitch here and there; But they won’t hurt more sturdy ones. He’s just worried about doing an accidental harm on smaller creatures.-Despite the Lab Accident, he still highly enjoys creating things in the Labs. Will go to his Undyne and still help make things; However if it’s with chemicals; He feels a lot better having someone around and going with the list of rules set. He doesn’t trust himself, and his streak for causing havoc was blown out of him, he says.

BSF!Sans; Chance

-Soft spoken and soothing compared to his Original; A habit as to not give away his position or harm his brothers hearing. However; Don’t tick him off, his voice can and will get loud.-Very prickly, snobbish, but can be respectful the first time around, so long as you show it first; He’d be more prone to mirroring your good manners back. If not, be prepared for him to look down on you constantly.-Prefers to be in his Study and read when he has time; Fully enjoys solitude and dislikes being touched unless he issues the contact first.-A Perfectionist and a collector of ‘Unknown’ objects.-Excellent cook, likes to store extra food away due to his hectic schedule so they both aren’t low on magic.-Has a numb outlook on living creatures; If they serve their purpose to him and his, he would prefer to end their lives quickly and painlessly if they are injured. His brother prefers to try and heal them. -Tends to have a fun outlook on Prey and Hostiles; His name is ‘Chance’ for reason…-Has a Sadistic side, actually enjoys to torture those on enemy lines. -When interested in someone; He is very caring and considerate, but might become a soft flustered idiot if he doesn’t watch himself.-Has two scars over his left socket, where the Original has three.

FunFacts;-His agility is as scary as his accuracy when fighting in close range, though can miss if he’s trying to be stealthy in long distances. Tends to plan something if that issue occurs if his brother isn’t nearby.-Has mild blindness in his left socket.-His favorite weapon of choice are Double Short Swords. Second favorite; Cracking Whip laced with poison. -Makes his own brand of Tea; Can’t stand being without it or a substitute; Or his grouch levels rise hard.-Morning Bird, nothing abnormal about that.-Cannot feel temperatures; Cold doesn’t phase him like it does for his brother. Despite that, Chance is always waking up being tucked into his covered when he sleeps on top of them.

Both brothers Magics don’t have temperatures like their Originals; Where Mutt has a ‘Bonfire’ type while Regal has a ‘Chilly Rain’ type. Their Magic is simple in feeling; Hounds has a a heavy ‘Caged Beast’ while Chance has a ‘Calm Before The Storm’ type.

I do believe, at this moment, thats how the two brothers be? A bit more polished than the Originals, I will say xD

Thanks for reading!

#Bara!Swapfell Talk #Bara!Swapfell #Bara!Swapfell Red #BSF #Mai Rambles #Mai Talks #Mai Replies #Nonner Asks #BSF!Sans #BSF!Papyrus #Baras be Hunters

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 5 years

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Aftermath

Holy shit guys, I actually finished something wooowwweee. This one was requested by @fandomslut666 a hot minute ago so I’m sorry this took so damn long. I hope you guys like this one!

Warnings: uhm, cum eating, watching others get off, sex scenes, swearing. I think thats it?

Pairing: Rami Malek / Reader

Words: 1827 Words

Tag List: @r-ahh-mi (Let me know if you want to be put on my tag list)

Requests are still closed for now but I hope to get those open again soon!

*also happy birthday to this cinnamon roll and Sami, I can’t believe they’re 38 wtfffff*

Things were getting heated. Our breathing heavy as our bodies move together, his thrusting forward and mine practically bouncing up the sheets from the sheer force. Hands mapping out every dip, crevice and indent of each other’s bodies. He moans into my ear, voice deep and laced with passion and lust, sending shivers down my spine as it rumbles through me. We forget where we are, I can only focus on him as his lips trail down my neck, teeth nibbling every so often. I moan out his name, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders as tightly as I can, legs wrapping around his waist.

“And cut!”

The voice cuts through the world Rami and I have lost ourselves in as we remember where we are, what we’re doing. We untangle ourselves from each other, never actually having been connected in the first place, just acting as if we had been. I feel a flush come across my cheeks, suddenly becoming very aware of how enthusiastic I had been despite nothing actually happening.

“That was great you guys,” The director smiles at us, completely unaware of the sexual tension that lies thick between his two brilliant show puppets, “That’s a wrap for the day, thank you.”

Rami’s gone before I can so much as force a smile and congratulate him on yet another great scene. I watch his retreating form, trying desperately not to moan out loud at the way the muscles on his back shift as he shucks on a robe, walking swiftly to his trailer.

I sigh, running my hands through my hair before accepting the robe my assistant hands to me, suddenly very aware of my state of undress. I get up on shaky legs, swearing to myself under my breath to get a grip already. It’s not like I haven’t done sex scenes before. I’ve done my fair share and none of them ever felt me feeling like this. I focus on my feet as I walk away from the set in the general direction of the trailers and I groan inwardly. Curse Rami Malek for being so goddamn gorgeous.

I can’t help but wonder why he’d run off so quickly. Rami and I were friends. Well, as much as friends as co-workers could be I guess. We’d go out after a long day of shooting with the rest of the cast and have a few drinks. In fact, we’d had plans for tonight after the shoot to get pizza. I stop in front of his trailer, which is just a few away from mine, figuring he probably forgot about our plans and I’d just remind him.

Without thinking, I swing open the door to his trailer and let myself in, like I’ve done so many times before. The words are on the tip of my tongue, hey rami, still up for pizza in a bit? But they quickly disappear at the sight before me.

Rami sits on his couch, robe tossed to the side and boxers barely pushed out of the way, just down enough that he could get a hand on himself. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. His head is thrown back, pulling in gasps of air as his hips fuck into the loose hold of his hand. His free hand slides down his body, snaking down to grip the cushion beneath him.

He lets out a low moan and I feel the arousal that’s pooled in my stomach increase. If the moans he was letting out on set were hot, these were absolutely intoxicating. I’m overwhelmed with the want to hear him say my name in the midst of beautiful moans. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.

“Y/n,” he sighs, “fuucck.”

Before I can stop myself, words tumble from my mouth. I couldn’t even tell you what they are, something about holy shit, but at the sound of my voice, Rami scrambles. He grabs a pillow to cover himself, eyes wide in a panic, flush high on his cheekbones. His mouth moves silently, trying to find the words to say as we stare at each other.

“How long have you been standing there?” He finally gets out, avoiding my gaze.

I shrug, finding myself unable to answer his question. I mean, it’s not like it even mattered. We both knew what was happening and we both knew the effect our scene had on him.

“Is this why you ran off so quickly?” I ask quietly.

He nods stiffly, still avoiding my eyes. I want to pounce on him, to tackle him into the couch and ride him until I see stars. But I can’t. Or rather, I won’t. I force myself to move slowly, going to sit next to him on the couch, loving the way his eyes watch me with a confused sort of heat.

“Y’know,” I start, my voice low and sultry, “I was on my way to my trailer and do the exact same thing.”

And then his lips are on mine, pillow long forgotten as his hands find me and all but drag me to straddle his lap. I kiss him back enthusiastically, letting out little moans into his mouth as he works on pushing my robe off of my shoulders and onto to floor, leaving me bare except for a pair of soft cotton panties

“You have no idea,” he says in between kisses, voice low and rough, “how long I’ve wanted to do this for.”

I laugh breathlessly against his lips, grinding my hips down and moaning when his erection rubs against my clothed pussy, “Likewise.”

He wastes no time, fingers dragging underneath the waistband of the material of my underwear and pulling them down my legs, helping me maneuver them off my body, simultaneously shucking off his boxers the rest of the way.

His lips trail down my neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin he finds there, relishing in the soft moans I let out. My hands paw and grasp at his chest, shoulders, neck, anywhere they can get a hold of. My fingers threading through the short hairs at the back of his neck, encouraging his every move.

“The next time we do this,” he starts, staring up at my with blown-wide pupils that glimmer almost dangerously, hands moving up and down the curve of my spine sensually, “I am going to take my time,” he places a nibbling kiss against my jaw, “I’ll eat you out,” Another, wetter, kiss against my skin, “spend hours learning how to drive you crazy,” he promises, one hand moving to my hip while the other moves to line himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against my folds teasingly, “But I need you. Now.”

I barely get out a moan at his words before he’s lowering me down onto his cock, feeling him fill me inch by inch. My fingers dig into his shoulders, a moan leaving my lips when I’m fully seated. I can feel every ridge and vein of him inside me, gasping when the shifting of his hips pushes himself even deeper.

I can’t wait for him, I start rolling my hips almost immediately, desperate to feel him moving inside of me. He follows my lead, beginning to thrust up into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

“Shit,” He moans almost desperately, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I moan in agreement, beginning to bounce quickly on his cock. We’re not fucking around, I know we’re both desperate for that white-hot, sweet release. Our bodies move in a sweet and effortless push and pull, leaving me breathless and begging for more. On every thrust down his cock hits my g-spot near perfectly, my nails digging into his shoulders helplessly as my head rolls back.

“Fuck, Rami.” I breathe helplessly, no longer having the ability to articulate my feelings.

“Mmm, like that?” He asks deeply, leaning down to nibble on my collarbone, “like how nice and deep I am inside you?”

His words rip an obscene moan out of my throat, one of my hands going to grip his hair to hold him in place while I ride him in oblivion. He chuckles darkly at my response.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He encourages, “Ride me so good, baby. Fuck, so good.”

His hands are gripping me harder with every passing moment and I can see him losing himself in the pleasure. His brows are drawn in, furrowed as he watches in between our bodies where he disappears inside me. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth with a soft whine before it drops open.

“Baby,” he moans and wow I could get used to him calling me that, “fuck, I’m close. You gonna cum for me?”

I nod, feeling my orgasm building up at the base of my spine. Fumbling, I grab his wrist, bringing his hand down to my clit, “Please.”

Without hesitation, his fingers begin to rub my clit in small, fast circles that send me hurtling towards the edge, “Rami-” I whine, feeling myself slip.

“Yeah,” he encourages, nibbling on my ear “cum for me.”

My orgasm hits me, back arching and nails dragging down his back as the pleasure washes over me. He lets me ride out my orgasm, grunting lowly at every convulsion that ripples through me. I don’t know how long I sit there, in my post orgasm bliss, before he starts to whine.

Taking the hint, I lift myself off of him and settle onto my knees on the trailer floor in front of him. I don’t waste another second, knowing how desperately he needs this, taking him into my mouth. He head drops back as I take him as deep as I can without gagging. A hand come to grip at my hair, simultaneously keeping it out of my face and using it to guide me. It doesn’t take long before he’s there.

“God, I’m gonna-” He whines, tugging me off his cock and using his other hand to pump himself to completion. He cums with a low groan, hips fucking into his own hand, strips of it landing in my awaiting mouth, chin and neck. As he comes down I make a show of cleaning up the cum that landed anywhere other than my mouth with a finger and sucking it clean. At the sight, he lets out a defeated moan.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He sighs, pulling me back up onto the couch to kiss me. He pulls a blanket on top of both of us, shielding us from the cold air that bites at our overheated skin.

I close my eyes, basking in the post-sex feeling I’ve come to love so much. When I open them again, I find his eyes on my neck and exposed collarbone, finger tracing the marks he left there.

“The makeup department is going to be so pissed.” He says softly, eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief.

#rami malek #rami malek x reader #rami malek/reader #Rami Malek Trash #rami malek smut #smut

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ravens-rambling · 6 years

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It’s time Thomas stops running

A/N: Hey so I got inspired randomly and wrote this. I’m not even sure if this is cannonly how it went down in the au but I was thinking of Spiderverse’s Peter and how he was scared to have kids with MJ, so he ran. Again not sure if this is something Thomas would actually do or not but idk. Also, I just realized this is my first fic with the perspective of Thomas! Would you look at that! Hopefully, I got MJ’s character right XD

Spiderverse Au belongs to @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil

summary: Thomas ran. He's run before and now he’s doing it again. He can’t help it, but last time...last time it ended a friendship. A relationship. And now he’s worried that once again he’ll ruin it. Can one of his sons calm him down enough to face his fears? Or will he run until he can’t run anymore... and find that once again he is alone?

WC: 2,49

ships: uuhhh idk what the ship name for Thomas and MJ is so yeah, Platonic LAMP, mentions of RED

warnings: Crying, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety attacks, mentions of breakup,

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

Oh, he screwed up, he screwed up badly. Now he’s screwed up a lot of things in his life. Let’s…not go down that gigantic list. The point is right here, right now, he messed up. And he’s not sure if he can fix it this time.

It’s been an issue for a while now if he had to be honest. It’s why his previous boyfriend broke up with him really. But recently it was brought up again and he’s not ready to face it yet again. He’s just not. Sure he has more of a support group going for him this time. But that just means there is more on the line.

More to be scared about. More to worry.

What is the thing he’s oh so worried about?

MJ wants to have a kid.

Now, now, he knows what you’re thinking. Oh, won’t that be good? That would mean taking it to the next step right? MJ loves you that much that he wants to share the love you two have.

That’s not the point.

The point is…is that he’s Spiderman. He’s a hero.

Which means he has a lot of villains that would love to hurt him and anybody he cares about. Also…hes not sure he’s ready for that.

If he had to be honest with himself…he's scared. Scared that he won’t make a good father. Scared that he screwed it up and hurts the kid or MJ, even more than he has right now of course. Scared that this kid would be dragged into his problems. Scared for so so many things.

He’s not sure he can take that on.

Now, of course, he does have well, sort of, four kids now. But he’s trained them well they know how to handle themselves if push comes to shove. But this kid? This kid would be defenseless. This kid won’t know anything about defending itself. MJ, on the other hand, …well he’s MJ he knows full well how to take care of himself. But would he be able to defend their kid if something happens and he can’t get there in time?

He’s not sure…

Now he is not doubting MJ at all. He is strong. Stronger than Thomas could ever dream of being. He has dealt with so much over his life that it puts Thomas’s life to shame. That’s not his worry his worry is the fact that his enemies are supervillains which means they have powers.

No matter how strong MJ is he isn’t superpowered strong.

And heaven forbid if something happens to MJ and their kid? Oh… He doesn’t know if he can take it. It would crush him. Worse than losing the kiddos. Worse than losing himself. He just…can't do that. He can’t risk that.

So what did he do? He ran.

Just like the last time this happened. He ran with his tail between his legs and didn’t look back.

Go on you can say it, he knows it, he’s a coward. A coward that is too scared to face the music. A coward who always runs. A coward who can’t even face his emotions. All he does is run. Run from bad guys. Run from love. Run from a slim chance at a happy life for him. Run from a family.

The last guy he was with…didn’t like that. He didn’t like that he ran and kept running. No… He got tired eventually and kissed their relationship goodbye.

That’s what’s gonna happen with the two right? MJ will realize he is tired of running after him, tired of making sacrifices for a guy that’s not worth the trouble, and finally, move on. Maybe it’s for the best… Maybe…this love thing won’t work out, in the end, no matter what he does…

Yeah… Maybe not…

Thomas glanced down to his phone with another sigh, the same ringtone he has for MJ filling the night air. He breathed out as he ran a hand through his hair and looked back out to the city lights, ignoring it.

Eventually, he’ll get tired of chasing after him…

Eventually-

“There you are.”

With dark, tired, almost teary eyes he looked over his shoulder to see the familiar figure of a white dressed teen with his hoodie up… Virgil…

Maybe he’ll get tired of him eventually too, right?

Maybe he’ll realize he isn’t such a good mentor or dad figure… Maybe they all will realize that someday. Cause that’s what he is… A disappointment.

“Dude? Dude, Earth to Thomas.”

Thomas jumped as he blinked and suddenly Virgil was a lot closer than before but he still kept his distance, thankfully. Slowly Virgil smiled and walked closer to him, and even more slowly took a seat beside him his feet dangling off the edge.

And with that, he took off his mask letting the hood fall down and looked over to Thomas with a small smile his hair all over the place and a worried look in his dark brown eyes, “What’s up, dad? MJ is pretty worried after you stormed off. Well, actually that’s an understatement more like frantically calling between all our phones and yelling our ears off when we pick up.”

His heart pricked with worry and anger at himself at hearing how frantic MJ is. He’s never like that even when he isn’t home after a few nights…

Yeah… A runner…

“It’s just…” He sighed and looked back towards the city breathing in and out. Virgil was silent as he gathered up his thoughts. Thankfully he didn’t look at him as he did so simply looking out at the city as well. They sat there for a few minutes enjoying the silence. Until Thomas broke it again.

“You know I love you guys right?”

“Yeah? Like kids yes we know.”

“Do… Do you know why I broke it off with my last boyfriend?”

“He wasn’t good enough for you?”

“No… No that wasn’t it… Not at all…”

He took a shaky breath. Guess he’ll have to actually say it. He’s never really talked about this, not to a single soul…

“The reason was…he wanted to have kids… A-And I got scared. I got scared cause I knew the risks and I wasn’t ready. I’m still not…”

“And MJ wanted that? To have kids?”

“Yeah… That’s what he wanted to talk about. He thought we could adopt. Even showed me some pictures of these cute kids from that nice orphanage but it just… I’m still not ready, Virgil. I don’t think I’ll ever be. And that’s not fair for MJ. He deserves better he deserves-”

“Now I’m gonna stop you right there, dad.”

The serious tone of the teen made Thomas whip towards him. He’s never heard Virgil this serious before. And oh boy the spark that went through the kid's eyes. Yep, he’s deadly serious.

“First off, self-deprecation is my thing. Don’t go stealing my thing. Second off, this is MJ. He will understand more than you know trust me, okay? He’s not like the last guy. If you are serious about never wanting kids MJ will never leave you just for that, you got it? MJ isn’t like that and never will be. Third off, who says you won’t be a good dad? I mean you have four teens right? And yes,” He cut off Thomas as he opened his mouth, “with you being a superhero and everything there are even more risks. But honestly… Thomas,” His eyes grew teary at this one and he breathed out.

“You are the best dad anybody can ask for. You are the best boyfriend anybody can ask for. Most importantly,” He paused at this and smiled reaching forward to touch Thomas’s leg, “You are the best friend anybody could ask for.”

Oh… Oh dear…

Before Thomas could even help it or realize what he was doing he started crying hard. Tears tore down his cheeks. And before he could stop himself he lunged at Virgil his arms wrapping around the thin male as he sobbed harshly.

“There, there dad. It’s gonna be alright. Oh and I forgot to mention, this kid, they won’t have just you and MJ protecting them. They will have all four of us, I’m sure even Dolion, Remy, and Emile, will be on their asses if they so much as touch your kid. Understand?”

That made Thomas cry even harder. All his fears all his worries Virgil just presented on the table and he cleared through every one of them. He didn’t know where his son got so intelligent but oh boy was it something. Even he was impressed…

Yeah… He was impressed with his son.

They spent what felt like hours up on that tall building the background of the city and his cries the only thing that filled the air. Virgil holding him the entire time even rocking them gently and playing with Thomas' hair to ground him… Just like what he does during one of Virgil’s attacks…

Until finally his sobs quieted down until it was just hiccups. Very slowly he started breathing back to his normal self again.

“You okay there?”

“Y-Yeah… Sorry for crying on you.”

“Hey, 'tis payback for all the times I’ve cried on you. So we’re good now.”

Thomas chuckled as he drew away from their hug grimacing as he saw all the tears and snot on Virgil’s outfit, “Sorry about that. I’ll do the laundry this time.”

Virgil looked down and chuckled waving his hand, “No, it’s fine dad. I’m serious. Also, your laundry detergent isn’t very good anyways. I’ll take at least three loads to get this out if I leave it to you.”

“Yep… Sounds about right,” He laughed as he wiped his eyes then sighed again.

“Thank you, Virge… For all of that… It meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah, sure whatever. Don’t tell Roman I got all sentimental I’ll never hear the end of it. Now,” He put back on his mask as he stood up. Thomas glanced up to see him extending a hand and though he couldn’t see his lips he could tell he was smiling.

With his own smile, he took it and stood up.

“You have a boyfriend to talk to,” And with that, he did his signature two-fingered wave and ran off the side of the building. Thomas watched as he slingshotted through the night air.

He supposes he does…

With new found energy in his eyes, he put on his mask and started making his way towards MJ's place. Though before he does he's got to make one detour…

Once he got to his door he breathed out a nervous breath. Would MJ be angry at him for just leaving quickly like that? Would he forgive him for just bailing? Oh, maybe this was a mistake… Maybe-

The door opened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar orange curls and his freckled face, though his heart stopped for a completely other reason when he saw the tear stains going down that same freckled cheeks.

“Thomas! Oh god. I was so worried,” And before Thomas could even take a breath again he was practically tackled to the floor in a hug and his eyes pricked with tears once again, “Don’t ever do that again! I thought you were mad at me! Or worse that you got hurt somewhere since you weren’t answering any of our calls. Oh god were you hurt? Please tell me you weren’t hurt. Oh god-”

“MJ. MJ, I’m fine I promise,” Thomas chuckled.

“Good… Okay… You don’t look like your injured… Yeah…” Now he was backing up from the hug tears still coming down. Then he huffed and smacked his arm playfully and gently.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For making me worry you selfish little prick! I thought you were angry at me and never coming back. God… Thomas, I thought I would never see you again…”

And if that didn’t break Thomas' heart he didn’t know what would. He felt like his heart was bleeding as he gulped.

“Well… Virgil helped me… And… We have something to discuss… Well, a lot of things but first…” He showed the huge flower bouquet that was hidden behind his back, it was covered with different colors of roses. All the colors of the rainbow. He smiled as he waited for the others reaction as he mumbled, “This is for making you worried. I’m sorry.”

MJ gasped loudly and started crying even harder which caused Thomas to suddenly get worried all over again.

“No, wait! You're not supposed to cry! Why are you crying? Do you not like it? I can return it! I just thought-”

“Shut up you gay disaster and kiss me.”

“Wait what-”

Before he could finish his sentence lips smacked against his with a loud thud noise. Thomas slowly closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around MJs waist. They leaned into each other as the kiss ticked by. And slowly all the tension and nervousness that engulfed Thomas bones just a moment ago evaporated just like that. MJ wasn’t mad with him.

He came chasing after him…

And just as soon as the kiss started it ended and they both looked at each other their eyes sparkling with energy for each other. And they smiled and giggled.

“Okay, pretty boy get inside so we can talk and so I can put these roses in a vase. I’m sure the neighbors would love to hear more of our little conversation.”

“Yeah… That sounds lovely.”

With that MJ took Thomas free hand and led him inside. They certainly did have a lot to talk about, but Thomas wasn’t as scared or worried about it as before. He felt a certain calm through his body as he stepped into the house and closed the door.

Yeah...He's not running again.

“Did he go in?”

“Yes, Roman, he went in.”

“He did? Yay! I was so worried about him.”

“Yes, Pat you won’t shut up about it. Can we please get out of this bush now? Roman, you are on top of me.”

“Oh, hush nerd. You complain too much.”

“Now now boys don’t argue. Yes, Lo-Lo we can leave now.”

“Thank god.”

As the two teens left one grumbling while the other yelled at him the pastel wearing teen paused in his tracks.

“Virge?”

“Yeah?”

“Nice work. I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks, Pat.”

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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Lost In Japan (Jimin x You)

A/N: this idea just popped in my head while I am taking a bath, and I rushed through my skincare routine just so I can jot this down 😂 anyway, I am going to combined this request with another. This being part one and the other part two. but it can also be read as a oneshot. I had wanted to do a story based on this song ever since I heard it (Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes) bcs it just reminds me of the feeling you get at night on your holidays when you are just strolling around after a long day of exploring the city and met someone exciting ❤ and I dont know from what country you are anon, and I am not from Japan either, its just based on this song so you can imagine elsewhere ❤ Sorry if this is not what you have in mind

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"Ahhh finally!" Jimin dropped his carry on on the floor and lie down in the middle of the bed, spreading out as wide as he can after taking off his stuffy jacket and mask. Airport arrivals are fun. Fun seeing their fans coming out all the way just to catch a glimpse of them and to welcomed them to their country. But as much as it is fun, it is also damn tiring. Especially when they are mobbed by crazy fans. Jimin is thankful he and his brothers managed to get out from the commotion as fast as they could and arrived safely at the hotel. And he is more thankful that they have individual rooms now.

Dont get him wrong. Sharing a room with Taehyung or Jungkook or even one of his hyungs are fun. Theres someone he can talk to and do fun vlive clips with, but sometimes he needs some space without anyone breathing down his neck too. Times like this, where he juat want to rest his tired body.

Japan.

A country they are so familiar with already.

Two days of concert here and three days of free days for him and his brothers to roam about before they fly back to Korea for their other schedules.

Jimin cant wait to shop, sightsee and of course eat. He had learn long ago to treat every tour like a vacation in order to make the whole journey less tiring, more fun and less stressed. Just like what the others told him, it doesnt matter as long as they have fun performing, their fans will surely have fun with them too.

But Jimin can feel that something more exciting is going to happen this time.

He can just feel it.

/////

"Y/N, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!"

Y/N calmly look up from the table shes wiping. Shes so used to her bestfriend yapping around like crazy. She used to get excited at first, but now, she learns that its better fir her to actually hear the news first. Mika can get super excited about a rock for all she knows.

"What is it that I wont believe Mika?" Y/N laughs. Thank god the cafe she works in has less customer today.

"BTS is coming! For a two days concert!" Mika shrieked.

"Okay... and?" She give her friend a short glimpse and turn back to her task.

"And?! What do you mean and?!" Mika went around and shakes her shoulders.

"Mika, they come here fir a concert every year! Sometimes even twice a year. Its not really a huge news," Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Oh right, I forgot," she giggles.

"You forgot they have a tour here every year? Every year that you become crazy everytime its announced?" Y/N eyed her friend, tapping her foot.

"No. I forgot about the news that you will not believe. The great news is...." she paused for dramatic effect before jumping and yelling, almost breaking Y/N's eardrum. "I got us two VIP tickets and a special fansign invite for both days! Both! Aaaahhhhhh!"

"Oh, thats great Mika! No wonder you are excited!" Y/N's smile grew. Mika has been trying to get tickets every year but she never made it. Online or physically lining up, she never gets the chance to get one. Y/N wonders how hard she work to get the tickets this time.

"Well, arent you?" Mika looks at her weirdly. "I know you are an ARMY too. And arent you excited? You can actually meet them, and converse with them! What if they fall in love with one of us?!" Mika exclaimed, already excited at the thought.

"Well, I am an ARMY," Y/N laughs at her friends cuteness. "But I only like them as a talented idol Mika. I dont even know what to talk to them about. And falling in love?" She giggles. "That only happens in fan fictions my friend. They will most probably already forget about you once the next fan came in view," she shakes her head and continue to clean the table, making Mika pouts.

"Sometimes I hate how practical you are. Cant you just let me dream a little?" She crosses her arm across her chest. "But still, you are coming with me right? Riggght?"

"Well, if you are willing to take me, then of course Mika," Y/N grins. "Of course I'll go with you. Who knows, maybe one of them will really fall in love with me," she giggles at the ridiculous statement.

Or she thought so.

/////

"Lets go people. We can do this!" Namjoon calls out behind the curtains, a few minutes before they are meeting their lucky fans who won the fansign event. After some peptalk and group hugs they went out and start the event.

The crowd is packed and loud, as usual. Girls screaming out their names and waving, trying to get their attention. Each of them did they usual routine, smiling, asking basic questions, answering the questions given to them, making aegyo, handshakes, posing for photos, wearing cute headbands and all sorts of fan service. Jimin is enjoying his time meeting his fan. He loves the attention they gives him and he appreciate all the support they gave to him all these years.

"Next!" The security calls out so the line will move as the fans switched to the next members. Jimin reaches out for the album and booklet in front of him, still looking down at thr album, flipping to the post-it where he should place his signature. But the post-it came empty, its just there as a mark to where he should place his signature. Iy seems the fan has no questions for him, which is a first. Their fans always have multiple questions for them to answer

"No question?" He looks up and immediately stopped blinking. In front of him stood the most beautiful angel he has ever since. Well, shes an angel to him, at least as everyone else seems to be perfectly normal.

"N-no question to ask?" He stuttered and mentally slapping himself. Shit, what is wrong with me. You are Park Jimin, composed yourself!

"Oh," she laughs, the most beautiful sound Jimin has ever heard. "No. Just an autograph will do,"

"Uh.. o-okay," with shaky hands Jimin put down his signature. God, what is wrong with me. I have met so many girls before and I am never like this. Calm down Park Jimin, composed yourself before she thinks you are weird. Come on, say something!

Jimin look around at the laughing fans by around him, talking to to the other members, talking to Taehyung and Jungkook, who is on his right and left side and he realized how quiet and awkward he is with this fan.

"O-oh right. I am Jimin. Whats your name?" Introducing yourself at your own fansign? Are you stupid Park Jimin?

She giggles.

And Jimin's heart skipped a beat. How unusual.

"I know you are Jimin. How can I come here and not know you," she leans forward to a whispering gesture, making Jimin's heart thumped faster at her close proximity. "ARMYs will kill me if I dont," she giggles more and leans back to her normal position in front of him. "And my name is Y/N,"

Jimin smile. How bold. How interesting. And what a name. Beautiful. Just like her.

"And Y/N.. how come you have no questions to ask? Arent ARMYs always curious?" He taps her post it to show the blank paper and Y/N shakes her head.

"No. Not really," she smiles. "Nothing that I want to know,"

"Just nothing for me or for everyone?" Jimin feels the need to ask. He felt like he needs to know if Y/N is just not interested in him or she really doesnt have a question for everyone.

"Well, its not just you. I dont have a question for everyone," Y/N's smile got bigger. Jimin raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, because everything you are allowed to tell me, it will be published in the news, or articles or something anyway. And if I asked you a real question, you wont be allowed to answer truthfully anyway. Isnt that right?" she laughs. "So no. No questions,"

Jimin was stunt. Never has anyone ever throw that cold hard truth to his face. Its true. Whatever they are showing and potraying in public, the character that they show, all of it is something that they want their fans to see. There are still parts of them that their fans doesnt know. A part of them, rhat is the real them that they didnt show the world. Mouth agape, Jimin looks at Y/N's face, not knowing what else to say.

His gut js right. Jimin is right, fron the moment he looks up to her face, he knew theres definitely something special about her.

"Well, whats your real question?" Jimin finally find his voice and the bravery he needed.

"When you are allowed to answer it, then I'll ask about it," she giggles, just in time for the security to shout next, and Y/N waves a hand and move aside before Jimin could say anything else. Y/N move to Taehyung, leaving Jimin speechless, and fascinated.

Y/N... hmmm.. his feelings is right then. Japan is going to be interesting this time around.

/////

Jimin knew he is going to see Y/N again at the concert. Everyone who attends the fanmeet has a VIP ticket, which is a particularly small section that is made special for them right in front of the stage. He is sure if he look hard enough, he will see her. Shes too beautiful, and too special to him now for Jimin not to notice.

And sure enough, the moment their went on stage, Jimin saw her face, smiling brightly with her Army bomb in hand, giggling with her friend. A surge or energy runs through him. Jimin suddenly feels like he needs to do the very best tonight, no, extra best tonight. He needs to show her that he is Jimin, and he is up here, looking at her and apprently, only at her.

Jimin never kept her eyes off her, which is a little hard to do considering he needs to sing and dance and converse with his fans, well, other fans too. And its a stranger feeling for him, when a pang of jealousy hits him hard when he saw Y/N waving and taking photos of Taehyung, jumping and singing along to the other members' part.

What the hell is wrong with me? Shes a fan! She didnt pay for the tickets only to see you alone Jimin.

Without realizing, Jimin suddenly feek the need to futher make his existabce known. Known to Y/N. And keeping his eyes only on her, he starts to show off his dancing skills, making extra sexy moves and flirty gestures, which of course, make the packed stadium roared with cheers but reveiving weird looks from the other members.

It doesnt matter.

The crowd. The music. The members.

What matters is that if this will make Y/N looks at him, it was all worth it.

At least he hope she understand the sign hes trying to tell her.

/////

"Woah, what is wrong with Chim today?" Mika stares at the satge, mouth dropped opened. "I mean, I know he is sexy and all, but thats like being possesed with a sexy spirit or something," she points to Jimin who was grinding on the stage floor. "I dont remember the cheography being like that,"

Y/N shrugs.

"Maybe its a concert only special performance," Y/N justified.

"How are you so calm? He is even looking at you while doing all that. Oh my god, he really is!" Mika jumped, waving her Army bomb with excitement.

"Not at me Mika. My direction. Our direction. He cant even see the crowd with all those blinding lights. And look around you, theres thousand of people here," she laughs. "You think he wouls pick me out from the crowd?"

"Hey, you never know. You personally met him at the fansign. Maybe he remembers you," Mika giggles at how practical her friend. Girl, dream a little!

"Hello," Y/N rolls her eyes. "Everybody here went to the fansign Mika. This is the VIP section!"

"Oh my god. I forgot! Maybe you are right. But hey, its not wrong to imagine!" Mika laughs, Y/N joining her.

"Stop imagining useless things and just enjoy the rest of the concert!" Y/N yells through the noise, laughing. "Besides, its Park Jimin, being sexy and flirty on stage is his thing. I dont think thats anything extra anyway,"

"Okay, okay, you are right. Lets just enjoy this!" Mika grab her shoulders and starts bouncing, waving her Army bomb around. Y/N joins in, singinf along and recording videons of her and Mika, totally not realizing how hard Jimin is trying to wink her way.

/////

"I did everything I can, and she still dont even acknowledge me!" Jimin huffed.

"Are you serious? Shes a fan and you still cant get her to even look at you? Wow Chim, you really have no jams," Namjoon laughs.

"Hyung, its not funny! What do I do?" Jimin grumbled.

"Okay, okay. Lets think. The whole two days. She didnt look at you? At all?" Namjoon inquired, trying to help the younger man.

"Well, she does look at me..," Jimin ponders.

"Okay. Then whats the problem? You did talk to her at the fansign yesterday right? And today? Did you guys hit it off? Did you two share any interest? Maybe you are just not her type. What did you two talked about? Tell me everything from A to Z," Namjoon pulls a chair and sits in front of him, giving Jimin his full attention.

"T-talk?"

"Yeah. Talk. Like what we are doing right now. Hi I'm Jimin, I like you, can I have your number so I can take you out sometime, that kind of thing," Namjoon eyed him carefully.

"W-well... I didnt really talk to her hyung.." Jimin trailed off.

"What do you mean? You get her name. What else did you ask her? You met her twice at a fan sign Chim," Namjoon eyed him curiously.

"Well, at the first meef, I asked her for her name, so I can sign her album. And she explained to me why she dont asks any questiona, and then I blanked out and before I know it, it was already Taehyung's turn," Jimin pouted. "The time is too short for each person!"

"Well, you never complain before!" Namjoon roll her eyes. "Them what about today?"

"T-today?" Jimin stutter nervously as the memory of today's fansign entered his mind.

He was in no mood at all today After the concert on the first day, Jimin was frustrated. Y/N didnt notice him. After the concert she went back like everyone else. She went out so fast he didnt even get the chance to ask security or his managers to call her out. Jimin knew that he wont evenr see her again. Having that in his mind ruin his whole mood.

He went by fan by fan, signing their album and giving small smiles when required. When asked, he only says hes a bit tired and his fans will express their worry and tell him to get some rest. Never would have thought that he would hear the voice again as a a flatten box of their offical light stick and the photocarda were slide in front of him.

"You already sign all my albums and posters yesterday, so this is all I have left for you to sign," Jimin look up to the smiling face of Y/N and he thought hes dreaming.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah," she smile. "Wow, you remembered me!"

"O-of course I do!" Jimin tries to calm himself. "I didnt think you would come again, and both fansigns? Wow,"

"Well," she giggles. "I guess I am your biggest fan. All of you were great last night,"

"Yeah? But you went off so fast!" Jimin pouts and cursed himself for saying that when Y/N gives him a weird look. Now he sounds like a stalker.

"So fast? How did you know?" Y/N asked him curiously. Did Jimin really saw her in the crowd?

"Uh well.. call it intituition," he laughs awkwardly and Y/N just nodded.

"Well..." Y/N looks around, feeling awkward as she waits for the fan in front of Taehyung to move and lets a breath if relief when she does. "Okay, I'll go now,"

"Wait!" Jimin panics. This might be his last chance to have any sort if way to contact her. "Do-you-think-you-can-give-me-"

"And oh, good luck for tonight," Y/N suddenly say at the same time as his word jumble and patted his hand. The moment her hand touched his, eventhough its just a pat and for a second, Jimin blanked out, all his senses gone, heart pumping so rapidly it almost burst out. Bedore he can calm himself down and find words again, the security already shouted next and Y/N quicy waved and move on to Taehyung.

"Both times? Seriously? You blanked out both times??" Namjoon is shrieking out now. "God, you are hopeless!"

"Y-yeah..." Jimin look at his hyung, scared. "Its not my fault she touched my hand hyung!" Jimin try to defend himself.

"Touch Chim. Not even hold. And you have done this with countless fans! Girl fans!" Namjoon is at the brink of giving up.

"But hyunggg," Jimin wailed. "Thise firls are not Y/N! She's so pretty and smart, and not startruck and everything she said to Tae and Kookie are funny and smart then I'm the one who kinda got starstruck..."

"Oh my god, you are a bigger idiot than I thought," Namjoon hissed and slap Jimin's forehead, making him rubbed it "Okay, fine. But if you barely even talked to her, why are you saying she didnt acknowledge you? I mean... even if she does, which I think she should with your stupidity, she didnt even have a chance to say it, right?"

"But hyungggg, even if I didnt directly say it, its obvious I am flirting with her. And only her!" Jimin answered as if his effort is the most obvious thing in the world.

"Flirt? How?" Namjoon asked, curious on what Jimin meant by flirting if they never even have a proper conversation.

"Didnt you see my extra sexy moves on stage? My winks, my flying kisses, my hip thrusts, how many times I run my hand through my hair, and seductively too if I might add, during these two concert?" Jimin smile proudly.

"Wait, are you saying your little cabaret show this past two nights is you flirting with her?" Namjoon rubs his chin.

"Duhh, of course hyung. What else? I am not a man slut like Kookie who do it for fun hyung,"

"Idiot!" Namjoon slap his head hard this time. "That is what you call flirting? We thought you were possesed by some strip club ghost or something!"

"Ow hyungg, what the hell??" Jimin rubbed his forehead.

"How the fuck is Y/N supposed to know you are flirting with her when you do that in front of a packed stadium you dimwit? A stadium full of screaming girls too! And you always do those shit, yeah, its a little extra this time, but she will just think you are doing your typical flirting with the crowd thing," Namjoon hissed

"W-what?" Jimin panics. "Do you really think she thinks like that? That I am justsome big flirt to my fans?"

"Duhhh," Namjoon roll his eyes.

"But its all for her!" Jimin wailed.

"She didnt know that dumbass. You should have shown your interest during the fanmeet. Both freaking times!" Namjoon sighed and stands up.

"Wait, where are you going hyung? We are not done yet!" Jimin stands up and follow his hyung like a puppy.

"I am not entertaining this dumb shit. Im going,"

"But what am I going to do?!" Jimin wailed for help.

"Nothing. The concert is over Chim. Just pray that you will see her again," Namjoon shrugs before he leaves the room. "You have three days before we fly back home. Make it count,"

/////

Their free day was filled with sight seeing, shopping and eating. Jimin had fun, yes, but he cant help but feeling down whenever he thought about his lost chance of getting to know Y/N more. He has never been this interested in a woman before, nor has he even felt this kind of amazing chemistry towards a girl. Y/N is special, Jimin know she is. And although he doesnt know for sure if she really is the one for him, but he is sure that he atleast wants to get to know her better. And he wants to see where they will go from there.

"Cheer up hyung! Its only a girl. You will forget her soon. I am sure of it," Jungkook smile and roughly hug his shoulder, dragging him into the anime store. "Atleast your amazing favorite maknae is still here with you,"

"Yeah. Annoying maknae," he laughs. "I am in no mood to look at animes abd robots Kook, and also in no mood to hear you and Tae arguing about whos the better hero or whatever," he looks around the street. "I am going to head there, the coffee shop. Meet me there okay?"

Jungkook shrugs and pulls Taehyung to the store instead as Jimin make his way to the coffeeshop. Securing his mask and cap, he enters and nothing surprised him more than seeing the perfect girl smiling at a customer behind the cashier counter.

Y/N.

/////

"Okay.. if thats Y/N.. why are the three of us hiding behind this huge flower pot like some criminal?" Jungkook asks Jimin in confusion. His hyung rans in panics and drags both him and Taehyung to the coffee shop. And with panting breath, he nervously points towards a girl and only one word comes out from his mouth. "Y/N" and they have been hiding behind a huge flower pot in the coffee shop since then.

"Well, because I dont want her to see us. See me. What do I say?" Jimin wioes his sweaty forehead.

"Thats it? Thats the reason you ran all the way, drag me and Tae-hyung here, and hides behind this pot for 40 minutes now?!" Jungkook looks at his hyung, not believing his reason. "Thats it, I'm going in and introducing us and getting you her number!"

"Wait. What?? No!" Jimin drags Jungkook back behind the pot.

"Why? Isbt that what you want hyung? Her number? You have been moping since last night!"

"Y-yeah.. but how can I just ask her. Thats Y/N. Y/N! What if she say no? O-or she laughs at me? Or thinks I'm weird?" Jimin is freaking out and even he hinself doesnt know why he is like this.

"Well, we dont know if we dont try Chim. Let me and Kookie go and ask for you," Taehyung speaks up and stands up, revealing himself. Jimin panics and pulls him back behind the pot.

"What the hell! No! Sit Tae. Let me just think of something okay? I need to impress her somehow. So she would never ever say no," Jimin rubs her chin and the three sits behind the pot for a while longer, all in silence before Jimin suddenly shouted. "Okay, I got it! She will say yes to be my girlfriend after this! I am sure of it!"

/////

"From Park Jimin? The Korean idol Park Jimin?" Y/N eyed the flower delivery man curiously as he smile and nods. "Is this a prank? Tell me, who put you up to this? Its a girl right?"

"Uh no.. its really Park Jimin. He came to the shop. With Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. I know its them because I am a fan and also," he taps the note on the flower, "Park Jimin put his name there,"

"So right now... you are saying.. that the world famous idol, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, just walk into your store, in broad daylight, and ordered flowers.. for me?" She points to herself.

"Uh.. yeah. Thats about right," the deliveryman nods again and smile. Y/N lets out a loud sarcastic laugh.

"Okay, good one. I am pretty sure this is a prank now," she received the flowers and sniff it. "Atleast I get flowers, prank or not. Thanks,"

The delivery guy shrugs and leaves, but not before looking at Y/N as if shes crazy.

"It must be Mika. Shes the only one who thinks Jimin is looking at me at the concert," Y/N shrugs and continue her work, the flowers forgotten.

Or so she thought.

Throughout the day, many more weird deliveries were made. More flowers, big, expensive ones too, cupcakes, balloons, choclates, chocolates bouquets, and even a puppy, which Y/N immediately asked to be sent back. At this rate she knows it couldnt be Mika. Is it really Jimin?

But why?

How does he knows where she works?

Even if he did finds out, did he really remember her?

And even if he did remember, why is he sending her all this stuff?

Y/N was confused for the whole day, and shes also embarassed when the customers and even her supervisor keeps complimenting how sweet her boyfriend is. Truth is, shes nor even sure if its really Jimin whos sending her all this stuff.

The gifts continue for the next three days, and Y/N just accept and places it all at the store room, even fivinf out the food to her colleagues and loyal customers. After a long hard shift, its finally time to close up. And deciding to leave everything she receives today at the shop, she cleans up and cloaed up the shop. While locking the door suddenly someone tapped her back.

"A delivery for Miss Y/N..."

"Seriously?!" With a frustrated and tired sighed she turns around. "Its almost 12 am at- J-Jimin?"

Y/N couldnt ever imagine thats its really Park Jimin standing in front of her, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. His face is covered with a mask, yes, but theres no doubt that its him.

"Well.. yeah. Are you expecting someone else?" Jimin cocks his head. Even he is nor sure where he gets his sudden confidence.

"Well... no. But I didnt expect it to be you either. Is it safe for you to roam around Japan like this? Are you lost?" Y/N furrowed her brows. How can he be lost? Where is manager?

"No. I am not lost. Unless you count loss of words everytime I see you," he smile.

"Huh?"

"Uh.. no, no, nothing. Uh.. you dont sound excited to be receiving all the gifts I sent you?" Jimin suddenly remembered hows frustrated she sound earlier when she thought he ia the delivery man.

"Well, to be honest. Not really. I mean.. I am not even sure it its really from you. And even though it is, I am still curious as to why? I mean... you dont really know me... and we are not really friends. Right?" Y/N looks at him.

Jimin is speechless. Doesnt girls like that kind of stuff? Especially from someone like him? But as he look at Y/N who is standing in front of him, face full of confusion, he realizes, Y/N is not like normal girls. thats why he felt attracted to her. Look at her right now, standing in front of him bur isnt starstruck at all.

"Uh.. to be honest, I kinda feel a chemistry between us when we first met at the first fansign..." Jimin takes a deep breath. Courage dont leave me now. "And.. I uh.. would like to talk more with you. To get to know you,"

"Okay..m so you decide to stalk me?" Y/n take a step back, a little scared. Jimin raised his hands up defensively.

"No, no! Its not like that. I didnt stalk you to find out where you work. I accidentally found out where you work 3 days ago, so I thought I could send you gifts, as a way to break the ice-"

"Wait, so you had known where I work for three days, and instead of coming in and say hi, like a normal person, you decide to flaunt your money and buy me stuff?" Y/N is trying to understabd what is the man trying to do.

"Well.. uh.. it sounds bad when you put it like that...but-but I thought you knew about my interest in you!" Jimin tries to safe whatever dignity he has left as Y/N eyes him carefully. "I have been flirting with you for the two whole concert days!"

"Flirting? When??" Y/n questioned him. "You barely even talk to me during the fansign Jimin-ssi," Y/N reminds him.

"D-dont you see me malong eye contact with you on stage? All those dance moves? Those extra stuff I did?"

"Huh?" Y/N looks straight at him. "Are you telling me that is you flirting?" Y/N didnt know if she should laugh or be pissed right now. "Thats the way to show me that you want to talk to me?"

"Y-yes,"

"Jimin... If you want to talk to me you can just ask. To be honest, I find you interesting to talk to too," Y/N smile.

"Really?!"

"Yeah... but after this weird gift giving thing... I am not sure..."

"What? No! I am not weird! Uh actually," Jimin panics. Is Y/N really going to just shut him away now? He has to do something. The thing that he planned to do when he came here. "Actually, I'm flying back to Korea tomorrow but before I leave... I just uh... wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend," he quickly pulls out a box with a white gold diamond bracelet inside. "And give you this,"

Y/N was silenced for a moment and Jimin hope that thats a good sign. He knows its rash, but hes leaving to Korea tomorrow and he needs a way to stay in touch with her. To just... make her his.

"Are you seriously kidding me right now?" Was Y/N's answer after the silenced.

"N-no?"

Y/N scoff.

"You never even introduce yourself properly to me. Or get to know me. Or even talk to me for the matter! How do you know you even really like me? If its only a blind atttaction, only because you like how I look, then I dont want any of it! Yes, I am your fan and I kmow mostly everything about you, but I dont want to know you as BTS' Park Jimin, I want to know you as Park Jimin... do you get it? And giving me ridiculous expensive gifts for three days is flirting and a way to talk to me?? And please know that hip thrusting and swiping your hair back on stage doesnt count either. What are you trying to do? Do you think I am that kind of girl Jimin?" Y/N look softly at him.

"I want a guy to ask me out, to ask me if I have plans and take his time to know me. I dont need your money or your fame Jimin. If you really like me, you would know thats the kind of girl I am. I am leaving, I am sorry, I have to declined. Have a safe flight back to Korea," Y/N bows and walks away, leaving Jimin alone.

Jimin was silenced by her unexpected outburst. He really didnt think ahe would say all this, nor did he think about how stupid his plans are. Taehyung and Jungkook has warned him, even suggested to just greet her and ask for her number, but noooo, he has to feel like he needs to impress her with expensive gifts. Now look what happen.Everything she says just make Jimin realized that she is excatly what he wants, who he needs in a woman. In a life partner. He wants to get to know her, all of her, but it seems like hes too late now.

/////

"Hyung? You okay?" Jungkook sat beside him on the bed. Its been a few days after the tour, and Jimin has been sad and locking himself in his rooms ever since.

"Yeah.. I guess?" Jimin answered lifelessly.

"You dont look okay Chim. You look... lost?" Taehyung sat at the other side of him.

"I am lost Tae. I have never been this lost in my entire life. I think I lost myself in Japan, I acted the way I would never have, and because of it, I lost my love,"

"Well.. if you lost something in Japan... I guess you have to go and get it back. Simple Chim," Taehyung grins and pat his back, hoping his best friend will understand what he meant.

/////

What happened last week is still a blur to Y/N. Did Park Jimin really sent her gifts for three days straight? The Park Jimin? Worldwide idol Park Jimin? And did he really showed up to her coffee shop and tell her he lijes ber, and wanted her to be his girlfriend? And did she rejected him, just like that?

Everything is like a dream to her. She is not even sure if it really happened it shes just imagining it all. But the wilted flowers and uneaten chocolate bars proves that all of it is too real.

She cant lie to herself. Her heart did do a little flip at the sight of Jimin that night. Yes, shes practical, but theres still a part of her that wants a fairy tale ending for herself too. She almost say yes, her heart is beating out from her chest. She cant believe its happening, Park Jimin likes her... but then her practical side takes over. Reminding her that they barely knew each other, what if Jimin ends up not liking her? And what she told Jimin is true, she wants someone who will ask her out, who will take his time to learn about her, just as mich as she will learn about him.

Maybe Jimin is only a drean afterall.

As she walks along the sakura covered park, Y/N sighed. Shes at her happy place. Her beautiful home, but she has never felt so lost.

/////

"Thank god I found you here," the voice behind her pants. Y/N immediately turns around only to see Park Jimin panting, holding his knees. Is she hallucinating in broad daylight now?

"Jimin? Is that really you?" She looks at the figure closely. Jimin looks up after catching his breath

"H-hi. I'm Park Jimin, and I came all the way from Korea just to find you, and someone told me that you are at a sakira park, but theres a lot of sakura park during during spring in Japan and I went to like 30 of them and then I got lost all over Japan, but I dont care, because I can handle being lost in Japan, but I cant handle losing myself again and worse, losing a chance to know you," he smile at her stunt reaction. "Y/N.. I got lost all over Japan, just so I can ask you..," Jimin wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans as Y/N smile at his stuttering form.

"Yes, Park Jimin?" Y/N flashed him a wide smile, easing his mind and making all his doubts dissappear, a surge of confidence suddenly surfacing in him.

"Do you... do you perhaps have any plans tonight? Because I want to take you out. I want to spend the whole night getting to know you, all about you," He took a step forward and bravely hold her waist, grinning widely.

"And why would you want to do that when you just met me three times Park Jimin?" Y/N hide her smile any longer.

"Because I.. well, because honestly Y/N..." he tuxks a stray hair behind her ears and look straight into her eyes, "I cant get you out of my mind,"

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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 6

DC did it first. Take your grievances to them.

Jason and Sheila e-mail back and forth for about a week before she says that she has Thursday off so if he has Thursday off does he want to meet for lunch again?

Last time wasn’t bad. Not a lot of staring or people or anything. He can…he can probably do it again. And it’s a few days away still, so he has time to psyche himself up or, worst case scenario, fake his death and move to Canada.

And it’s been a week and she hasn’t pulled out the Pity Card on him yet and maybe…maybe this’ll all work out okay. She might never be Mom, because Catherine’s always gonna be Mom, but…but she could be Mother, maybe. He can see that in the distant (or not-so-distant?) future.

But he’s not going to rush into things, that’s what got him here in the first place. Patience, grasshopper.

Thursday rolls around and he hasn’t faked his death and moved to Canada, so he has no choice but to put on jeans and a hoodie and resign himself to a couple of hours, easy, of no sunglasses and no e-book shield.

Sorry, any small children who might come out of this traumatized.

Okay. He brings his Kindle anyway, and his sunglasses for the journey, and sticks to his normal Civilian Weaponry-couple’a knives, one pair of brass knuckles tucked into a hidden pocket in his hoodie. Last thing he needs is for someone to pick up a bullet, match it to the Red Hood’s, and come knocking on his door. His luck is bad enough that’s exactly what would happen.

Besides, it’s noon on a Thursday, and even in Gotham that’s a slow hour. Bank robbers gotta eat, too.

The monorail ride there is literal Hell (three fighting couples, two crying kids and old man with no personal spaaaaace!) and he’s literally gasping for air when he stumbles out of the car. He likes people. Honest. If he legitimately hated them all, he wouldn’t risk his life to help them. But interacting with them…he could do without that, mostly.

Whatever. Whatever. It’s over, he lived, he’s had worse.

(And no, he doesn’t hear faint cackling in his head, and that’s final.)

It’s windy today, the type of wind that buffets people every which way and is determined to keep his hood off his head. He fidgets with the drawstrings until it’ll stay and buries his hands in his pockets. Wind sucks. He can feel pollen and dust and Gotham Grime being blown onto his skin.

“Jason!”

Is he there already?

Sheila…looks a lot more haggard than she did before. He tries to remember if she’d mentioned being horribly busy, doesn’t think she did, and figures that to be fair, he hasn’t mentioned the bruise that goes halfway up his back.

She smiles, her awkward driver’s license smile, and waves. Yeah, she doesn’t…it must’ve been a long week, or maybe a rough drive or something. She looks tired.

“Hi.” He’s not sure what to call her, still. Miss Haywood is too disconnected, Sheila’s too personal, and it’s way, way too soon for Mother. Names are a pain. “I’m not late, am I?” He knows he’s not. “Monorail was packed.”

“So was the subway. Can I…?”

Her arms are half-out and he figures she’s asking for a hug. He can do a hug, as long as it’s a short hug.

“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”

Holy crap, she feels frail. But to be fair, barring Dick’s tackle-hug, everyone’s felt frail since…since. So it could just be him. Hugs are weird now.

(“HUG YOUR DADDY!”)

No. Not today. Everything’s fine.

It’s a sort-of short hug, short enough, anyway, and he wonders, abstractedly, if a day will ever come that he’s used to that sort of thing again. If it even matters whether he does or doesn’t.

It does. Of course it does. And the day will come, in time, and he’ll be better, be normal, be what people want him to be.

Little steps.

* * *

They’ve fallen into a companionable silence and for once Jason’s not jumping whenever someone walks by in a purple sweater or anything when Sheila forces her lips out from between her teeth and says, “I know you were Robin.”

Well. That’s, uh, there’s that out of the way.

“Yeah.” There’s clearly no point in denying it. She probably put it together when Batman came knocking. “For a little while, yeah. I was.” He tastes blood, wonders how long he’s been doing that, and wishes he had gum. Or a mint. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off, I just…old habits die hard, I guess.”

“Oh God, no, no, I didn’t mean-” She takes a drink. Her hands are shaking, she’s shaking and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. “I just. I thought I should probably make it clear that I did know, so you wouldn’t…I know I was absent, but I don’t want…you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me.”

Oh. That’s. He doesn’t know what to say. Bruce, God knows, has the emotional capabilities of a Himalayan Salt Lamp. Thankfully Jason hadn’t been the type to go through crushes every two weeks, or he probably would have been in Hell. He certainly wouldn’t have…it’s not like he would have shut down the conversation, but sharing and caring? That would have been awkward and best not repeated. Alfred was the go-to for that sorta thing.

All right, then. Since they’re dropping sudden bombshells ‘n all…he has to know.

“You worked for Joker.” There. It’s out. He said it.

And now he kinda regrets it-the self-loathing on her face is a pretty good match for his own, and he can’t tell himself it’s anything less than deep, deep wishing to have made better choices.

“I did.” She straightens up, begins tearing apart a piece of bread on her plate. “Briefly. I’m not proud, but he had a line to my mother, knew where she lived, knew her schedule…knew.” She swallows hard. “Knew she had to rubber-band her jam jars because she couldn’t open them otherwise. I panicked. But it was only for a couple of months-pills, he wanted pills, as much as I could get him. And then he just…went away. I don’t know what he did with them.”

Honestly, after everything, he can’t…he doesn’t have the right to say much. And honestly? There was that one guy, who accidentally cut the fucker off in traffic and couldn’t get away from him.

And look at him. The first man he killed, that wasn’t…oh, sure, he probably had it coming, at least a little, but Jason wasn’t thinking about that or considering it like he does now, he just…he wanted to kill Bruce. Because that was right and reason at the time even though he knows it’s insanity now.

No, he can’t say much.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and it’s suddenly easier to look at his hands. “I didn’t…that sounds awful.”

“No.” She tips his chin up and it’s an effort not to pull away and to remember that it’s fingers, warm human fingers, and not the pointy end of a crowbar against his skin. “You deserved to know. It’s only fair.”

Truth be told, it’s a relief to know that she hadn’t…yeah, technically she could’ve…maybe done something different, but she hadn’t wanted to work for him. She wasn’t like the ones he’d christened Dumb and Dumber that…they enjoyed that kinda work.

Lunch is finished in relative silence after that, though, and he’s wondering what’s going to happen now when she rifles through her purse and swears.

“Damn…I meant to grab an old photo album I wanted to show you, with some old family pictures and things.”

Pictures of Willis? Yeah, he’s good. Pictures of other people might be interesting, though.

“Next time?”

“My apartment’s a few blocks over.”

Something feels off. He’s paranoid, he knows he’s paranoid, but something…she’s been shaky and weird all afternoon and he doesn’t…

Calm the fuck down, you freak out when someone window-shops for too long!

“Is everything…is everything okay?”

Or maybe something is wrong-she pulls a napkin over and there’s suddenly a pen in her hand.

“I really do want you to see these pictures, Jason,” she says, but her hand is moving and there’s the ever-so-faint skrit-skrit of pen on paper. “I swear you got my mother’s eyes.”

The napkin slides over to him and he glances down. Her handwriting’s spikey and awful-doctor writing to the bone-but his is no better and he can read it well enough.

An old colleague has been hanging around the hospital lately.

Oh.

That explains a bit.

“Sure.”

Her shoulders drop and she crumples the napkin, nails picking it into shreds.

“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she says softly, nearly too soft for him to hear, and he’s quick to shake his head.

“No, no, I don’t mind, I’m glad you…if there’s anything I can do to…”

Shit, she looks like she’s going to start crying and that is indeed PANIC in his throat. Tears are not good.

“You’re a good boy.” Her voice is watery but there are no tears to be seen. Thank Jesus. “I promise next time we have lunch it’ll be normal.”

Oh, good, things haven’t plummeted down to fiery Hell because of all the revelations flying around.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, and whoops that’s his ‘all will be well, citizen, never fear!’ voice. But it must work, because the about-to-cry look disappears. “Um. Do you wanna…it looks like it’s gonna rain, should we get going?”

And so they do.

* * *

The wind has picked up and it smells like rain. He’s not looking forward to patrol later.

The wind’s not so bad, though, to stop Sheila from lighting up with a self-depreciating, “I know I’m a doctor and should know better, but I honestly don’t care.”

“I can’t really say anything.” He holds up his own pack and rattles it before pulling one out. It’s not as calming as it usually is and he doesn’t know why.

Eh. It’s been a long day, that’s all. He’s not used to interacting with people on a personal level anymore, which is his own fault and probably not necessarily a good thing.

The first few drops have started to fall when they arrive at her building-big, square, and simplistic. She fishes out her keys while they’re in the elevator (which smells like new car, for some reason).

The hallway is deserted. It’s a little creepy, to be honest-his own building might be crap, but there’s always activity. And then, of course, there was Arkham’s hallways, or what he could hear of them. Noisy. Always noisy. But this? Wayne Manor was silent like this. It unsettled him then and it unsettles him now. Call him a city boy, whatever, but he needs noise.

The brass knuckles and knives in his jacket are warm and comforting and he knows he’s not gonna need ‘em, but they make up for this creepy-ass silence.

Sheila opens the door and motions him inside. It’s dark inside-blackout curtains, probably-but he can hear the rain. It smells like new car in here, too, and he wonders, off-handedly, why-

-it’s not empty. He’s walked into one too many ‘empty’ buildings to be very, very attuned to the sound of somebody breathing. Okay. Be calm, back out and shut the door.

He’s about to do exactly that when the light switch clicks and bathes the whole place in stark white. White walls, white floors, white furniture.

Which only makes Harley Quinn stick out like a sore thumb in all that red and black.

“BAY-BEE!” She could never hope to match Joker’s grin, but she gives it a good go, stretching her makeup. Okay. Change of plans. Get Sheila out of here (and preferably out of the building), deal with Quinn. “It’s been a whiiiiile!”

He takes in the mallet leaning against the couch and the shotgun (are those fuzzy dice? Really?) in her hands and comes to the conclusion that great, she’s riding the crazy train.

But maybe she hasn’t seen Sheila yet. Where’s that goddamn light switch?

He moves, only a little, only to feel the unmistakable press of a gun against his lower back.

“Don’t. Move.”

And the world drops out from under him.

No. No, no, no, she said she quit, it was over, she said they’d let her go, she said-

The door shuts. He twists so he can still see Quinn in his peripheral. Sheila’s face is a blank mask-no tears, no joy, no nothing. Just quiet determination and he doesn’t understand, she said…

“Mom?” The word feels thick and wrong in his mouth, but maybe…maybe she’s brainwashed or hypnotized or something, maybe she doesn’t…isn’t…

“Sorry, kid.” The words are harsh but her tone isn’t. Quinn giggles in the background but she sounds so far away and Sheila’s still pressing a gun against him. “It was you or me, and, well…it had to be you.”

What?

“Aww, come to mama, baby!” Quinn giggles again before straightening up and scowling. “Now.”

His feet drag him forward, sneakers scuffing against the white carpet an’ Heaven’s s’posed ta be white, innit, so why does this feel like Hell and what’s going on she said she said-

For once horrible, desperate second, he wants Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t…yeah, he’d thought, at first, that he’d left him but he knows that he didn’t, he really didn’t, he just…

Bruce wouldn’t have pulled a gun on him, he wouldn’t and God, if he’d just fucking talked to him-

“I did what you wanted, Quinn.” Sheila’s voice is so, so flat and is this all she wanted from the beginning? Is it? “Now call your man.”

Quinn doesn’t even look at her. She’s looking at Jason like she always did-like she’s torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to wrap him in a blanket and keep him.

This is his own goddamn fault, he just thought…just once, just once-

“Quinn!” Desperation now, and the gun wobbles against his hoodie as she steps out from behind him. “I did what you said! Call your man!”

Okay. Okay.

He forces himself to take a few deep breaths that taste like that last cigarette outside and says, voice as steady as he can make it, “Let her go, Harley. Leave her alone, I’ll. I’ll do what you want, just. Just let her go.”

“Aww, look at you!” Her pigtails sway and he finds himself oddly hypnotized by the movement. “I knew ya had to be Robin for a reason.”

Yeah. Yeah, he was Robin and that’s all he’ll ever be, the one that fucked up.

“Please, Harley.”

“Nyeh…” She adjusts her grip on the gun, finger dancing near the trigger, and looks down at her knuckles. “Eeny, meanie, miny, moe, catch a Batman by the toe. If he hollers, let ‘im go, eeny…meanie…miny…moe!”

He sees it before she does it, but there’s no time-he’s moved maybe half a centimeter before the gun goes off-

-and Sheila.

Falls.

His ears are ringing. They’re ringing and everything’s so white except her, all blonde and blue and so fucking red because Harley didn’t miss and if he’d been quicker, he should have been-

“Aww, don’t be sad!” Harley’s not alone, of course she’s not. He should have known from the start stupidstupidstupid. “Doncha know what happens to people who know too much?”

Her eyes are open. They’re open and they’re looking at him like this is his fault and it is if he hadn’t…

S’like Joker said, once.

“Good boys know how to lay down and DIE.”

“Mistah J had a spot for ya, baby.” Huh? “But you up an’ left us before it was time! So since it’s his birthday-” The fucker has no birthday he just appeared one day too evil for Hell. “-I thought I’d get my puddin’ somethin’-” She winks. “Real nice.”

And they’re on him.

Harley’s goons are dumb, but they’re also big and they manage to drag him down for a minute before he gets a knife out of his sleeve and drives it into the nearest jaw.

“Andre!” Yeah, Andre ain’t comin’ back from that any time soon. “I thought we taught you manners!”

He reclaims his knife and scrambles back up and okay okay maybe he can get outta this-

WHAM!

Lights out.

#Jason Todd #Sheila Haywood #Harley Quinn #you knew this was coming #oh Jason I'm so sorry honey #one day you can have nice things #but not today #Roots and Leaves

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drabblers · 6 years

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Three months late

Prompt: Mystique Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Setting: Modern AU, Actors. This is part two continuation for the one-shot: “A Comedy of Romance.” The last part was “Goodbyes aren’t always final“. Characters: Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya, Misao Makimachi Word count: 3307

<…and if you would like to see more about my interpretation of the character, I would be pleased to do also demos from other scenes. Looking forward to hearing back from you. Respectfully yours, Kamiya Kaoru.>

Kaoru frowned at the email she had written, gnawing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. No, it was as good as it could get, she decided and pressed send. The email left, leaving her to stare at her depressingly empty inbox. Twenty-two applications send, only two replies – and both of them nicely worded versions of “sorry, not interested.”

It sucked to be an actress between jobs, with no good prospects waiting.

True, it was the same for all the starting actors and yes, she knew the industry was extremely competitive. But still, if she just got a chance, a real chance to play a significant role in an action movie… She sighed deeply. Sometimes her dream just felt too distant. Unreachable. Like a mission impossible. But Kenshin had told her that she just had to keep trying and to differentiate herself from her competition the best she could. For example, when she had an option to choose scenes to do a demo for, she should select ones that suited her strengths instead of going for the popular choices.

The thought of Kenshin drove her to check her mailbox’s spam folder, just out of habit. Ads for sunglasses, bags, online shop adds, and nothing else. Just typical.

It had been twelve weeks since the last shooting day party, since that night with Kenshin… since he had left for the Gobi desert. She hadn’t heard anything from him since then. No phone call. No email. No message. Nothing. His shoots for his next movie had supposed to take six to eight weeks, but now… it had been three months. Had she just dreamed that night? Maybe she had been too drunk and just come up with this elaborate make-believe memory and fooled herself into believing that Himura Kenshin had asked her to date him?

Or maybe, there was no self-deceit or mystique to it at all and it was like Misao said, that her co-actor had just made promises to get into her pants and after he had succeeded, he had fucked off to his merry ways and left her reeling.

She shook her head.

No, Kenshin wouldn’t do that. He was not the sleazy type, thank you very much. Which she had tried to explain to Misao as well – but given that her secrecy contract forbid her from mentioning Kenshin’s name until it was officially announced – her explanations had fallen on flat ears.

Kaoru groaned to her hands. She was frustrated and angry at herself, at Misao and most of all – at Kenshin. Why hadn’t he contacted her? It was the Gobi desert, not Mars! They had some form of communication down there, hadn’t they? Even if they didn’t have reliable phone lines or internet, there had to be old-fashioned snail mail or a courier or... something? Surely, If he wanted to, he had to have some way of contacting her?

…If he wanted to.

Gods, that was the one thing the devil on her shoulder kept whispering her. That she had understood the whole dating thing wrong and it was like Misao claimed, that he had just wanted one night’s fun.

No. Nope. She slapped her cheek, as if to drive away the poisonous thought, and rose, heading to her kitchen. Misao should be coming back any minute now and she had promised to cook tonight. Nothing fancy. Just something simple even a kitchen disaster like her could throw on a frying pan and call it dinner.

She lived in a two bedroom apartment in downtown Tokyo with her roommate since University days, Misao Makimachi. It was a useful arrangement for both of them. After all, freelance reporters and actresses shared the same problem: they got paid per project basis.

Kaoru had just gotten the frozen dinner on a pan when out of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

“Wait a minute!” Kaoru yelled, dumping tofu and frozen vegetables on a pan and setting to heat to hot. It should take several minutes to warm up anyways. She huffed, sweeping her hair aside and looked down at her comfortable pajamas. She had not bothered to dress up for the day, after all, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere. Should she change clothes to answer the door? Nah, no need. It was just Misao.

The doorbell rang again.

Kaoru growled. Seriously! Was Misao carrying something large, or just being lazy that she was not using her own keys to open the door?

She pulled the door open, about to say something rude but the words died on her tongue and she blanched in realization…

...and slammed the door shut right in front of his face.

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“Oro?” Kenshin blurted, too stunned for more cohere words.

Something slammed against the door with a thud. Her back? Then, her shaky inhale echoed in the silence.

Kenshin lowered his hand and wetted his lips. “Miss Kaoru…?”

“Why didn’t you send a message?” She asked softly. “Even a letter? You had to have some form of communication available, even down there in the middle of nowhere.”

“I… I, ah… Um, one is sorry, that he is.”

“Sorry…?” She asked, taking a pointed pause. “I waited for you. Week, four weeks… twelve weeks and nothing.”

There was hurt in her tone: bewilderment, pain… but also anger. Kenshin squeezed his hands to a tight fist. God dammit! He should have known that man couldn’t keep things professional between them.

He took an inhale, finally gathering himself enough to speak. “This one did send you messages. Every day, in fact. But it seems that they got lost in transit, that they did. This one is sorry, that he is. Miss Kaoru – please, forgive this one.”

Clothes rustled, and something hit the door – her fist? No, her forehead?

He heard her drawn breath. “What happened?” She asked, her voice wavering only a little. “If what you say is true, how can you lose over a hundred messages?”

“That’s… Um, it’s a long story. A very personal story, that it is.” Kenshin cringed. “But in essence, this one’s interpreter… well, Enishi has a reason for being angry with this one, but this one honestly assumed that he could put his feelings aside and maintain a professional relationship.”

“…your interpreter?”

“Err, yes,” Kenshin said. “This one doesn’t speak Chinese – more than few words, that is – and whenever one does movies with Chinese one needs help with the language.”

The lock twisted, and she opened the door.

He stared at her, drinking in every detail of her. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing her pajamas and under her eyes, she had dark spots, like she had been trouble sleeping. Yet, despite everything, she looked like home and something in his chest ached. He wanted nothing more than to pull her close and tell her how he had missed her.

“Let me get this straight,” she started, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Your interpreter had a grudge against you? And he took it out by not sending your messages? Did the guy never want to have work in the industry or what?”

“Um, that’s… well, most likely he knew this one wouldn’t rat on him.” Kenshin hazarded, “As this one said, Enishi has a good reason for his anger, that he has. You see, this one, well, one was, but...” He stopped abruptly and looked aside, clearly trying to find the words but failing miserably.

She blinked slowly. “Um…”

Instead of continuing his stammering, Kenshin shook his head and dug into his shoulder bag and pulled out a stack of letters with a huge red stamp with Japanese text for "Return to sender" on them. “This one picked these up at the mail office in China. See the address?”

She took the stack gingerly, turning the unopened stack of letters in her hands. “That’s my name but… what the hell?”

“Enishi did send the letters as this one instructed him to, that he did. He just misspelled the address and when the letters did not reach a proper destination, they were returned to China – and given the distances, this one only found out about this last week, that one did. Note how small the error is?”

“Are you sure it was deliberate?” She asked. “I mean, even to me – it looks like a human error.”

Kenshin exhaled, relieved that she seemed to believe him. “I… Well, could this one come in?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder where a neighbor was peeking from the doorway. “One will tell you, but as it relates to personal history, one would prefer to keep it between the two of us, that he would.”

Miss Kaoru followed his gaze and blanched. “Err, yes – of course.”

She opened the door, wordlessly inviting him in… into an apartment with visible puffs of smoke floating around.

Kenshin stared. “Um-“

Which was, of course, the moment when the fire alarm blared to life, filling the apartment with ear-splitting beeping.

“Oh fuck.” Miss Kaoru said, pressing her hands to her ears. “Wait here!”

And she ran off to where the smoke was coming from.

Too curious to his own good, Kenshin followed her to – kitchen? Miss Kaoru had pushed a frying pan onto the kitchen sink with its contents and all and was staring at the fire alarm fixated to her ceiling like she wanted to smash it to pieces.

No wonder why, like him – she was on the shorter side and the kitchen did not have a convenient a ladder or step-stool. Well, not a stool most people would use to reach high places.

Kenshin grinned and without a second thought, grabbed a chair from next to her small dining table, stepped on its seat, tilted it on two legs and climbed to stand on the backrest, balancing it while reaching to the offending fire alarm.

And there!

Blessed silence.

Miss Kaoru stared up at him, her mouth falling open. “So you really do your own stunts—“

Kenshin covered his mouth with his hand, but couldn’t quite contain his snort in time.

She pouted at him.

And then he really couldn’t help it, but burst into laughter. Gods, her expression! He knew it wasn’t polite – no, it was downright rude but she had an unparalleled ability to make him laugh and forget his worries and stress. It was amazing. Just for that, he would have fallen in love with her…

“Mou! It’s not that funny,” she grumbled. “And get down here before you fall down, break your neck and force me to cart you down to hospital.”

“Sorry,” He straightened and jumped down. “It just seemed to be the fastest way to solve the problem, that it was.”

“I was not complaining.” She grumbled, turning to the offending attempt at dinner.

“Kaoru…”

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His voice was soft, gentle when he whispered those syllables. He always said: Miss. He had never called her by her bare name. A shiver raced down her spine and something fluttered at the pit of her belly.

She didn’t turn around. Because if she did… she wasn’t sure what she would do.

Footsteps behind her, and then he stopped, close enough that his breath tingled at her neck. “I… This one missed you.”

She swallowed. “I missed you too.”

He laid his chin on her shoulder, resting his arms around her waist. Not forceful. He was simply there. Warm. Solid. And there. For her. She inhaled deeply, turned around in his embrace and asked, “are we still dating?”

“I… This one…” He frowned. “Aren’t we?” He finally asked. “One means, if you don’t want to…”

“I do!” She hurried to assure him. “I want to. I just, it happened so soon an then I didn’t hear anything from you-“

“One is sorry about that, but there was-“

“I believe you,” Kaoru hurried to interrupt him. “I know you said the whole thing with messages and interpreter spiraled out of your control and I want to know all about it, but before that… I just, are you sure that you want to date? With me?”

He blinked slowly. “Why wouldn’t one want to date with you?”

She looked aside, gnawing on her bottom lip. “It’s, well, you are you and I am…“ She waved her hand, directing his gaze to take note of the apartment’s small kitchen and all signs of student lifestyle style therein. The difference to the standards he was used to had to be obvious. After all, even when discounting the fact that he was a celebrity, he was exceedingly well of man and she… she was just a rookie actress starting in her career with a whole bunch of student loans to pay for.

He took his time studying her apartment from his spot, still holding her in his embrace. Finally, he noted out loud, “It’s homely, that it is. A lot cozier than the apartment this one used to live when he was just starting out, that it is.” He smiled at her, a hint of mischief sparkling in the corner of his eye. “Did you know, this one afforded to purchase a futon only after the Legend of Hitokiri Battousai was published and started breaking the box office records? Before that, one used to sleep curled against the wall.”

“…huh?” Kaoru gaped. “You mean…”

He shrugged. “This one knows very well how difficult it is to start out in this career, that he does.” He drew his arms a little tighter around her and looked at her seriously. “One knows how very proud and self-reliant you are, that one does. But if you ever feel that you could accept introductions or some other assistance one could offer…”

“No!” She yelped. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” She mumbled, feeling the heat to rise to her cheeks. Gods, did he think she was asking for help? She wasn’t about to take advantage of him! “I was just…” She paused, and thought through what she had been about to ask which really came down to the question: are you sure that am I good enough for you? And suddenly, she felt very stupid. “It’s nothing”. She mumbled, pressing her face into his shoulder.

The whole time she had known him, Kenshin had been very consistent in his appreciation of her. His glances at her, his constant smiles, the way he always took her questions and concerns seriously and offered any help he could… No, even if she had no idea why he had decided to like her, it was obvious that he did enjoy her company.

“Kaoru…” He hesitated. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” She mumbled. “I just feel stupid, that’s all.”

He huffed fondly, stroking her cheek, wordlessly asking her to look up. “You are amazing.” He smiled. “You are funny, charismatic and if one could, one would never again leave your side.”

That last line! Only he could repeat his character’s line at her like they hadn’t spoken those words to each other in front of cameras and five dozen people three months ago!

She grinned, and replied her part, “Then stay.” And rose on tiptoes to kiss him.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, drawing her to his embrace like they had never parted. They kissed and kissed each other again…

“Kaoru, you are never gonna believe this, but the neighbor’s old lady said she saw…“ A female voice called out, only to turn to a shriek: “Oh my god.”

A shopping bag dropped to the floor.

Kaoru froze and turned to look at her roommate staring at them. Blushing, Kaoru untangled herself from Kenshin’s embrace and swallowed, “Um… Hi, Misao-chan.”

“Kaoru, you…” Her roommate stared. “That’s…”

Kenshin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Um... Hi, I don’t believe that Miss Kaoru has mentioned me.” He smiled awkwardly, stepped closer to Misao and offered his hand for a handshake, “I am Kaoru’s colleague, Himura Kenshin, that I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

Misao took his hand and shook it. “Uh, Misao. Makimachi. I have heard quite a bit about you.”

“You have?” Kenshin asked, guileless.

“Uh huh.” Misao nodded, her eyes lighting up with unholy glee. “But more importantly, what was with that kiss? Do you kiss all your colleagues like that?”

Kaoru felt like face-palming. “Misao…”

“Hey, hey,” Misao protested. “It’s a valid question! A girl’s gotta know these things.”

Kenshin stiffened. “Uh… No. That’s not the case, that it isn’t.”

“Then, what’s with the kiss?” Misao’s smile had teeth. “Because if you step in Kaoru’s life just when it suits you and end up hurting my friend…”

Kenshin looked at Kaoru, a question in his eyes. Clearly, he wasn’t about to say anything if she wasn’t okay with it.

Kaoru’s heart melted. She smiled, and stepped to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist. “We are dating.” She said to her friend. “It’s a little bit sensitive information, so please could you keep it to yourself?”

Misao blinked. “Okay, if you say so… but, uh, what about the three-month long disappearing act? Weren’t you angry about that?”

Now Kaoru did cover her eyes and groaned into her palm. How often had she talked, ranted and whined about her mysterious colleague that had left of to shoot his film in China during the last three months to Misao? She couldn’t even venture a guess. “Yes I was, but there was a bit of trouble with the interpreter and...” She trailed off, noting how tense Kenshin seemed to be. Hadn’t he said it was private? Given his habit of understating things, it really had to be something he wasn't comfortable at speaking about. She looked at Kenshin and said decisively, “It’s all fine now.”

He shot her a relieved little smile that spoke more than a thousand words.

She had made the right choice then. She exhaled in relief, spun around and grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. “But before that, perhaps we could order something to eat?”

Misao glanced at the kitchen sink. “Don’t tell me you burned the dinner again.”

“This time it wasn’t my fault!” Kaoru protested, holding out her phone. “Is Chinese fine for everyone?” She froze, realizing the faux pas as soon as she said it. He has just been three months in China. He had to be sick and tired of Chinese after that.

Kenshin grinned sheepishly. “Or perhaps this one could cook?” He volunteered. “You seemed to have planned on having a homemade meal tonight.”

Kaoru’s stare turned to shock.

Even Misao boggled. “You cook…?”

“Sure,” Kenshin quipped back and leaned down to gather the groceries Misao had dropped to the floor.

“Kenshin…” Kaoru hesitated.

“It’s fine.” He smiled at her. “This one enjoys cooking. It’s one of his hobbies even to this day, that it is. Besides, one did interrupt your cooking rather badly, that one did...”

"That's..." Kaoru cringed.

"Please, Miss Kaoru." Kenshin smiled at her. "Let this one do this small thing for you."

What could she say to that? Wordless, Kaoru nodded at him.

In silence, She and Misao settled down to sit around the dinner table and stare the spectacle of international action mega-star, Himura Kenshin unpacking Misao's groceries with quiet efficiency, and them rummaging through their fridge, pantry, and freezer for supplies to cook a dinner for them.

It was quite obvious that he knew what he was doing.

Kaoru gnawed on her bottom lip in silence, and Misao leaned over to whisper to her ear. “Forget everything I said and hold to him for your life. You and him... It's obviously a match made in heaven.”

AN: Happy new year!

#Rurouni Kenshin #Kenshin Himura #kaoru kamiya #kenkao #kaoken #misao makimachi #Rahmakapala's drabbles #AComedyofRomance

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fandomimangines · 6 years

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•Make a move•

Request: Would love a DeanxPlusSize reader!!! I'm feeling very fluffy! Maybe something along the lines of Y/N living at the bunker and tensions arise

A/N: I tweaked a couple of things. But don’t worry you’ll find some tension 👀. This is my first time posting a oneshot on the blog. I'm excited 👐🏽 and nervous 😂

Warnings: Smut ( nothing happening just some dirty talking, well it's alot 18+ talking )

One more thing thank you @sooooo-thats-a-thing for beta and giving me feedback on this beforehand I appreciated it so much! 😭4

WC: 1.5K

It wasn't that you didn't know Dean had a "thing for you." His not so subtle staring at you backside and chest gave it away.

What completely surprised.you was that it was more than a "thing". One to many drinks at a random bar one night in some small watered down town in Indiana let you know.

He had drank entirely too much. He even bought a round of beers for every in the small bar. ( courtesy of James Moore of course. The credit card he had swiftly swindled along the way.) You weren't paying any attention to him. You sat down at the other end of the bar nursing a rum and coke you ordered earlier.

You and Sam both shared a side glance at Dean. Both of you decideding with just a look at each other than it was time to get Dean back to the motel before he broke out in a bar brawl over shooting darts with some random townie.

"I'll go grab baby if you'll go grab Dean." Sam was out the door before you could protest. The last thing you wanted to do was deal with Dean, especially when he was wasted. The man had zero filter when he was like this.

You rounded the bar, fully preparing yourself to hear his drunken cries and protests of not being ready to leave the bar.

"Dean come on, Sammie went to grab baby. It's time to get you to bed." You grabbed Dean's jacket, trying to weasel his arms in the sleeves.

"Ohh I'll go to bed as long as you're coming with me." Dean smirked. Dean's drunken words had your stomach doing flips. Of course you had developed feelings for him. But watching him and his random hookups leave for his motel room every night was enough to help keep your feelings at Bay.

“You don't mean that. You won't remember half of what you just said in the morning Dean.” Navagting yourself and a very drunk Dean thru the bar you made it outside, the cool night air doing wonders for you. Your tried to not let his statement fluster you. But your mind ran raid with the idea of what it would be like to be in bed with him.

“Thank God Sammie I don't think I could keep him up a minute longer.” Dean's legs began to buckle as you walked towards the Impala. He began shouting the lyrics to “Stairway to heaven.” Causing everyone who was hanging out outside the bar to snap their head in your direction.

“Dean would you stop.” You hissed at him. You've seen him hammered before but never this lose.

“Come on sweetheart have a little fun.” Dean's voice slurred like a sailor.

“I'll have fun when your ass gets in the backseat Dean. “

“Are you going to get back there with me Sweetheart.” Dean smirked. All your gathered resolved flew off into the night air.

“God I love it when you call me by my first name… it's hot.” you couldn't take anymore of Dean's comments. Sam had a front row seat to your heated skin.

“You know how he gets Y/N instead of confronting his problems straight on. He drinks his way thru them.” Sam and you managed to wrestle Dean into the back seat. Heading back towards the motel. It was moments like these where you we're glad you had your own room on this hunt.

Dean was out cold. You could hear his snores, even with Led Zeppelin playing on the stereo.

“You know he likes you right. He would kill me if he knew I was saying this. But he's out cold.” Dean's snores grew louder as you headed back to the motel.

“Yeah Sam I know it. His eyes are always glued to my backside or my chest.” Even know in the darkness you could see Sam's face turn red at your current remark. But you didn't care if it made Sam uncomfortable. The whole situation was irritating.

“Uhh yeah.. it's uh. It's more than that Y/N. He wants to be with you. He just won't let himself find happiness.” Sam scoffed at himself. He especially knew how stubborn and plain stupid Dean could be. Especially when it came to taking care of himself.

“And in a life like this, you better grab happiness any chance you can get.”

“I'm not playing games with him Sam. I won't be another hookup or another piece of ass. If he wants me he needs to man up and tell me. Not get shit faced hammered than mutter off about my ass and how he would wants my thick thighs around his head.”

You were fuming. Why couldn't he just man up and tell you he liked you? Without having liquid courage behind his words.

“I understand your frustration Y/N. Just give him time. He'll come around and spill his guts.”

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Sam and you got him into the bed. Dean's snores filled the room.

“Alright Sammie you'll know where I'll be if you need me, goodnight.”

“Night Y/N.” You walked back to your room. You wanted nothing more than to take a shower and forget about the whole night.

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“Alright get up I know you're not that drunk.” Sam hit Dean on his legs waiting for him to roll over. He knew Dean was just acting. He saw the way his eyes were glued to your face while you worked him to the Impala earlier.

“Damn Sammy can't a guy get some sleep.”

Dean rolled over throwing a pillow at Sam's head. He dogged the pillow, picking it off the ground throwing it to the side.

“I know you heard everything she said. She's not going to wait around for to man up for ever.” Sam walked over towards the door grabbing the keys to baby.

“I'm heading back in town to get something to eat. It's now or never. Tell.her how you feel so this whole thing could be over would ya? “

Sam walked out the motel room with the door slamming shut behind him.

Dean sat there on the bed feeling foolish. He had no clue that he had caused you to feel that way. He wanted more than a hookup. He wanted to be with you, and he was going to tell you tonight.

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You hopped out the shower, tying the towel around your body when you heard a loud knock on the door.

“Damn Dean you can't just sleep it off for one night. Now me and Sammie have to figure out where you ran off to. You thought to yourself .

You walked towards the door securing your towel around your body.

You flung the door open without even paying attention to who was there.

“Alright let me find my shoes. We'll find him in a hour tops this town isn't that big.”

You turned around when you didn't hear Sam's footsteps in the room. You snapped your neck back towards the door only to find a very sober Dean.

“Sorry about that sweetheart… uhh I'm good now. I sobered up a bit.” Dean said while he scratched the back of his neck.

He didn't know what to say. So he figured he would start with the truth.

“I got something to tell ya Y/N… I uhh… I wasn't completely wasted tonight. I only acted that way so I could find out if you had feelings for me.” The room was silent, you could probably hear a pin drop.

You've seen Dean do some wacked out shit before, but this was taking it to a new level. You had to step back and understand Dean had never been in a serious relationship aside for the one night stand that lasted two days. But this was uncharted territory for him.

He wanted to make sure you reciprocated the same feelings for him that he had for you.

“I must say Winchester you wasted a lot of time… but I get it. I wish you had just come to me and told me how you felt. But I understand when you didn't.” You grabbed Dean's hand stroking his palm.

In his own way Dean was putting his heart out on the line for you. Who were you to throw away this act at the wayside.

“I'm just glad you did now Dean.” you smiled at him. Watching him as he took a shaky breath of relief.

“So your not mad at me? I did not see this going in this direction at all. I expect you to tell me to go to hell or cuss me out. But I must say I'm pretty glad with the outcome.”

You quickly in remembered you answered the door in nothing but a towel. Dean's eyes raked over your curves as he stood in the doorway.

You had already caught him off guard once tonight, and you certainly had no problem doing it again.

“Your a lot of talk and no show Dean Winchester.” You walked past him adding a little sway to your hips. Dropping your towel looking over your shoulder. You had him exactly where you wanted him and you were loving it.

“Why don't you come in here and put some action behind your words.” You didn't have to say anymore after that. You saw a lot of action all night long.

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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed this. I'm just getting started on this page and I hope to post more.

Feedback is gold but if you don't want to leave any that's cool 👐🏽! I just appreciate you reading this! 😌

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! @allykat2108

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spaceraspberries · 3 years

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(Second chapter of my nsfw ‘Free fall into a living Fell’ UF story is up!~)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30718109/chapters/76071509#workskin

The sounds of unseen monitors beeping and heavy machines busily churring away somewhere inside the lab barely reaching your still chilled ears as you were still very much in a state of silent shock over how easily you have been recaptured, you felt like a complete and utter idiot for having ran directly towards the Ruins in your failed escape attempt, Sans having made it blindingly clear that he didn’t think you were all too smart either for pulling such a foolish, predictable stunt.

If you had instead ran off to hide somewhere in...say, the huge, hazy labyrinth that was Waterfall, perhaps concealing yourself among the many bunches of Echo flowers that grew wild there, or even in Hotland itself than maybe you could have thrown the hulking skeleton off your trail long enough to find someone willing to help you out.

Of course, thinking of what you could have done better to avoid your current position of hanging precariously off of San’s shoulder wasn’t really going to help you much at all now, the sound of a nearby door opening and closing somewhere loudly as you lifted your head and tried to scan your limited field of vision indicating that Sans unfortunately wasn’t the only one present.

“Brother! Have you found the human yet?! It’s -your- idiotic fault she escaped in the first place so you better have a good reason to be back here already if you haven’t!”.

The sharp, commanding voice of Papyrus echoing through the lab as you outwardly cringed at how he nonchalantly referred to your escape as if it were simply some trivial matter he had to put up with, Sans only gave you a rough shake to indicate to his sibling that he had, in fact, gotten you back in one piece.

“Yeah, got her right here, and she is just fine, Boss. Barely put up a fight, tibia-honest~”, Sans smirking confidently as you heard Papyrus let out a low groan of annoyance from somewhere nearby due to San’s well placed but terrible pun, the fact that you could only really look at the lab’s flooring unless you painfully craned your head didn’t exactly help you in figuring out was was going on as you were suddenly shifted off of San’s shoulder to stand on your shaky, still frost bitten legs between the brothers.

“Are you sure?? She doesn’t really -seem- all that responsive...hmm...”, Your weary eyes locking with the tiles beneath you still as you were both too ashamed and afraid to look up at the exceptionally tall, black and red clad skeleton looming before you, everything about Papyrus was the complete opposite of the rotund and somewhat pliable Sans, the younger yet somehow more dominant of the pair of brothers being all sharp angles and jagged edges with little if any softness to be found.

“She’s probably just a little shook up still I’m guessing. The little runaway made it all the way back to Snowdin before I found em”, Sans not seeming perturbed much by Papyrus’s wariness on your current state as he soon took one of your arms and tugged you back against his rib cage tightly, he wasted no time in capturing your other arm that instinctively had moved forward to try and push him away from his sudden movements, essentially locking them firmly at your sides as you writhed and fought desperately against the sturdily built skeleton.

“Let g-go of me!!”.

“Eh, still seems she has a lot of fight left in her though despite all that. Course, thats not exactly a ‘bad’ thing if you ask me”, Sans deep chuckle reverberating from his ribs and against your spine as Papyrus was soon standing over your small form with a look that couldn’t quite be considered his typical, hardened glare of contempt that he had acquired from his years of being in the Royal Guard, it still terrified you regardless as you whimpered and ducked your head to your chest at the sensation of his clawed phalanges rubbing gently against your slowly warming cheek.

“Leave me alone...”, A whispered breath escaping your voice as you had no real choice but to contend with the monster that was forced to kneel before you due to his incredible height, Papyrus was easily at least eight or nine feet tall, his naturally thin build extending just as well to his hands that were now rubbing down and towards the apex of your neck and collarbone, occasionally trailing up to your jawline and back to your cheek again as if he were trying to get a mental image of your own skeletal frame that lurked just beneath your soft skin.

Papyrus ignoring you pleading voice for the most part as Sans continued to hold you in place against his rib cage, now that you were back in captivity where you belonged they could take their time with you if they wished...and they very much planned on doing so it seemed, Papyrus’s hand that had been caressing your face moving to the hem of your grass and water stained shirt and feeling the soft, cold skin beneath of your stomach in a way that made every hair on the back of your neck stand on ends.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know by now what they intended to keep you alive for, the discussions and agreements about your future having been made quite literally over you not long before your attempted escape earlier, your once barely conscious mind having caught bits of pieces about your fate as you had laid strapped to a examination table, having been throughly checked over and violated while the concoction of drugs that had been met to drag you into a false ‘heat’ had been injected.

Knowing that you were nothing but a living ‘incubator’ to these freaks didn’t exactly help you keep any calmer as Papyrus’s hands moved from your belly to cup your breasts, a pathetic whine escaping your voice as he kneaded the soft, mouldable flesh between his phalanges and toyed with your erect nipples as your squirming started back up unhappily under his touching.

“Perfect, am I right?”, Sans speaking up confidently after another minute or so as Papyrus was busy exploring your body still, the sweet scent of your artificially induced heat filling the confined space of the lab was beginning to drive both of the brother’s mad with hard wired instinctual behavior, Papyrus growling low as he heard San’s voice serving as a ‘interruption’ to his exploration of the human before them.

“So fucking cute....”, His voice dropping a octave as he completely ignored Sans in favor of dipping a hand lower on your belly again and rubbing small circles on the pit just above your sex, the feeling of his hand soon diving into your pants and rubbing a long phalange in slow strokes against your increasingly wet slit made you gasp and cry out, a unwanted feeling of warmth spreading through your core as Sans smirked and buried his skull against your neck, gently shushing and praising you as his brother did his handiwork.

“Shhh....that’s a good girl~”, Muttering against and nuzzling your neck as he let his fangs grave along your skin lightly, Sans knew better then to get in the way of his ‘Boss’, the thick, iron collar around his own neck vertebrae indicating that he wasn’t in a much better position socially than you when it came down to it, “Just relax and we’re gonna make that feeling ya got go away real quick~”.

“N-no!”, Shaking your head in response to Sans as Papyrus’s ministrations soon found the bundle of nerve he was now rubbing his thumb against in deep, quick movements, a coil of heat was already beginning to form in your belly as he used your wetness to ease his stroking, a unwanted, soft whimper coming from your voice as you tried to desperately shift away but were only met with Sans maw pressing deeper against your throat threateningly.

“Fuck, keep begging just like that, kid”, The skeleton’s muffled words sending a shiver of fear up your spine as he let the tip of his blue tinted ecto-tongue graze along your neck until it met the corner of your mouth, you instinctively clamped your lips shut as Sans merely chuckled in amusement at your remaining will to defy him, your next move to bury your head in your shoulder to prevent him from taking a part in this humiliation not getting you far as the monster merely grabbed a hold of your chin tightly to force you to face him as he kept one arm still wrapped firmly around your torso.

“Me and my bro, we wanna take things easy with ya if we can but your making this really fuckin’ difficult”, Sans single, red eye light flaring in annoyance for a hot second as he rubbed your cheek roughly with his thumb, the skeleton knew he wasn’t in charge despite being older than Papyrus or else he would have fucked and claimed your right back in Snowdin as he had wanted to do, your increasingly heated whimpering as his brother continued to rub and press skillfully against your swollen clit earning a annoyed growl from the obviously jealous Sans as he gripped your torso tighter.

Sans didn’t like the fact that he had to share you, but it wasn’t as it he had much of a choice in the matter, the hierarchy of Fell not being a system that even he was willing to screw with. Papyrus had earned his spot as top dog in the Royal Guard fair and square, Sans himself...having used most of his free time towards snoozing or generally not giving a shit due to certain circumstances that had long since passed, thus creating the odd dynamic now where his younger brother lorded over him like a wayward dictator while he stepped in line obediently most of the time.

The few times he -had- directly disobeyed Papyrus? Well, there was a reason he had a oddly placed golden tooth on his upper jaw and it wasn’t just for looks, Sans having been knocked out for nearly a day and a half after he lost the resulting fight for dominance that had ensued.

“Brats like you need to learn when to give up and give in. Besides, you already know how this is gonna turn out for ya so why not just enjoy it?~”.

Sans deep voice almost having a warning tone directed towards you as he spoke, you were too caught up in your own, unwanted feelings of pleasure to warrant him much attention, the sensation of Papyrus deciding to take things a step forward and press a single, long digit to your entrance as his thumb continued its work on your sensitive nub causing you to naturally tense up, your entire body shivering with how close to orgasm you already were at this point.

Opening your mouth to fruitlessly but loudly protest as your tightness instantly formed around Papyrus’s roving finger when he easily used your wetness to aid in pressing his typically dry phalange inside of you, it was the chance that Sans had been waiting for, him gripping your cheek and using your moment of pained distraction to press his fang lined mouth against your own, a flat, blue tongue quickly muffling your panic as it quickly worked its way past your lips and wrestled with your own, much smaller organ for dominance, the monster’s wet appendage practically sliding down your throat as you thrashed and bucked unhappily against the skeleton’s vice like hold on you.

A heavy, content groan coming from the monster as your saliva mingled with his blue magic, it was just as he suspected....

You tasted fuckin’ amazing, just like how your increasingly tantalising heat smelled, like a mix of the best aspects of a sweet treat that was just waiting to be devoured.

....It made Sans wonder how other aspects of your anatomy would wind up tasting when your were locked back in your cell with him and Papyrus later, the widely built skeleton determined to leave no parts of your virgin body untouched like the breeding bitch you were met be.

Self autonomy wasn’t going to be granted to you if he had a say in it, your cute little Soul belonging to him and his brother the moment you had so stupidly fallen down here and decided to leave the safety of those weird, ‘uninhabited’ Ruins.

Panting and clawing at Sans fur lined jacket as you were barely able to hold yourself back when you climax finally hit, hard, your muffled cries were swallowed up by the ecto-tongue still stuffing your mouth, Sans giving one last lick to the roof of your mouth as Papyrus rid out your orgasm, pumping his probing finger in and out of you quickly as your muscles pulsed and clenched around him beautifully.

“That’s it~”, The sensation of your warm walls quivering around his digit being exactly what he had been trying to work out of you, it was a sure sign that the drugs in your system were working still despite you exerting such a large amount of energy by running off, Papyrus really not wanting to have to waste more of the supply on a second dose.

It was only when your heated body finally began to relax after a few seconds that Sans let you take a much needed, deep breath as you coughed and sputtered unhappily when he removed his tongue with a lick to your lips, Papyrus too slowly removing his finger as he grinned wickedly and licked your juices that had pooled and coated his hand, your small, trembling form not being used to this kind of treatment by any means as you looked exhausted and ready to collapse to your knees at any moment as the scar faced Papyrus soon rose back up to his full, intimidating height.

“I-I hate you....”.

Your weak voice barely making a dent in the increasing tension of the lab as Sans only slightly loosened his grip on you now that you had been ‘tamed’ ever so slightly, he did raise a bone brow down at you curiously though with the bit of feistiness you still seemed to have left with your comment.

“Mmm, that doesn’t really matter, baby bones. Course, I really wasn’t expectin’ ya to take any of this really well when I found you”, A deep set rumble coming from the skeleton’s chest as he laughed lowly and spared a glance at Papyrus who was already presenting that ultra dignified posture once again that he held so well, the tall and lanky monster couldn’t hide the cloud of increasingly feral nature hiding behind his eye lights though, him simply swivelling on his red heeled boots as he motioned for Sans to get rid of you for the time being.

“Stop musing with the human, Sans! We still have work left to do! Bring her to her cell and meet me back here when you are done!”, Papyrus shooting a look to his brother as you heard a annoyed sigh come from Sans with the order, once again you were lifted into the broad shouldered monster’s arms, this time with little resistance as he cradled you a bit more gently with your head resting against his clavicle instead of being slung over him like a sack of potatoes as he had done earlier.

“Heh, yeah yeah, I know, Bro”, Sans dismissing Papyrus casually as you were brought into the long, white corridor that laid beyond the lab’s main area, the only few sights of notes were the couple of steel doors that lined each side of the length of it, your own, much despised cell laying on the second to right of the hall.

You had only escaped from it a few hours ago previously, the sight of the mostly bare room save for a dresser, a lamp, a mounted t.v that you suspected was a monitor of sorts and a rather large bed with tasteless looking restraints at its four corners filling you with dread as you knew that a chance to escape likely wasn’t going to come again.

Sans had forgotten to lock the door correctly previously and had unintentionally given you a chance to break free, him casually plopping you down onto your bed as he locked the door behind him this time, with exaggerated intent, making it clear he had learned from his previous mistake and wasn’t apt to repeat it again.

“L-listen, I’m sure I can help you guys find other ways to get to the surface. You don’t have to do this”, Shuffling to the far side of your bed as Sans for once kept his distance and merely watched as you tried to put distance between the both of you, his wide smirk never left his face as he simply dug for something in his pocket that he than threw at you casually, the clatter of something heavy and jangling hitting the floor near your bed catching your attention as you cautiously leaned down to pick it up.

“A-a collar?? Wait no, I’m -not- wearing this!”, Your dark eyes widening at the sight of the pink, heart studded collar that Sans had tossed to you, a clasp at the back of the thick leather material held it all together, A ‘SP’ at the front hanging from a circular tag bringing the whole ‘pet’ concept to life. Sans chuckling under his breath as he had lit a Echo cigarette that was now hanging between his teeth while you were examining your new ‘claim of ownership’. the hazy, purple waves of the drug calmed the agitated monster’s nerves down as he tried to not think of how easy it would be to pin you down right now and fill your cunt directly on your bed before Papyrus got the first claim on you later.

All of this waiting was enough to drive a monster mad....

“Ya don’t got much of a choice. It’s the Boss’s orders to give that to ya and if I were you I would do what he wants”, Sans leaning against the door of your cell as he watched you ponder over your new collar for a few seconds, he honestly wasn’t expecting you to throw it directly back at his face with clear fury only a few seconds after he had given it to you, him just barely catching a hold of it with his blue magic as for a moment his typically red eye socket went blank, leaving a hollow hole in his skull that chilled you to the bone to look at.

“Drop. Dead! I would rather die than wear something that stupid!”, Finding your voice’s strength as you crossed your arms over your chest like a petulant child, the sound of a familiar, crackling static buzzing near your ear made you freeze in place as if by instinct, Sans porting directly in front of you as the sensation of cold leather touching your neck nearly made you jump a foot in the air.

“I-I said don’t touch me!!”, Yelling unhappily as you attempted to lung forward and away from Sans, the blue magic that the monster had formed around your frail Soul prevented you from moving so much as a muscle as the click of the collar’s lock around your neck and Sans brushing your long hair out of the way to admire it made your cheeks pinken in humiliation.

T-this jerk....he was playing dirty!

“To be honest baby bones, ya didn’t say that, all you said was you would rather die than wear your collar”, Sans correcting your complaints as he kept his magic formed around your Soul, the comment earned a indignant huff from you as Sans adjusted the strip of leather to make sure it wasn’t biting into your neck too tightly.

“Besides, this -is- kinda all your fault for running off like you did. If ya had just stayed here and behaved Pap’s would have probably given ya a little more freedom to roam around. Our little mama is gonna need plenty of exercise to make healthy little Souls after all”.

“Shut u-up!”, Your blush growing heavier as Sans made it seem so casual that you have essentially been kidnapped and had been put into your current position, if your Soul wasn’t being held captive by his magic right now you would have turned around and decked him directly in the jaw for such a lewd comment.

God, you hated this arrogant idiot....

“Awww, already being hormonal and your not even pregnant yet~ I bet it’s cause’ of your heat, right?”, Sans grinning almost playfully as he buried his nasal ridges against your hair and inhaled, the skeleton’s hand had just begun to wander towards groping your ass by the time he heard a heavy knock on the door, the inaudible sound of Papyrus yelling something earning a sharp growl from Sans at the interruption as he reluctantly let your Soul free from his magic.

“Always interrupting my business....”, Muttering to himself as he stood up abruptly and stomped out his cigarette on the ground with a boot, Papyrus would kill him ten times over if he found he was smoking in front of you, the potential carrier of their children, “Yeah! I’m comin’, just hold on!”.

You meanwhile scrambling to the corner between the dresser and bed as you buried your head in your knees pathetically to hide your fearful tears, you didn’t bother to look up when Sans left you alone once again in your cell, the sound of the brothers arguing over something once the door was shut and locked again being the only other sound besides the ticking of a nearby wall clock near the t.v.

This was going to be a long, long night....

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