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The Other Half Part Twenty Three

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Notes: This is a long one y'all. There's more angst, BUT there's a fluffy ending, so. Ya just gotta trust me.

Length: 6K

Warnings: Angst that ends in fluff, so you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it; canon-typical violence; a D-level DC villain that's usually more of a Superman baddie, but he's fought Batman once or twice, so.

Summary: When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.

“I never liked him.”

Michelle’s flat insistence makes you splutter a laugh through your tears. You sniffle, raising both hands and scrubbing at your eyes, knowing that you're almost certainly ruining your makeup. You’ve tried to put on a brave face, but Michelle has known since you arrived that something was off. She’s banished everyone else from the kitchen, giving the two of you a quiet space to talk. The odd swell of laughter and conversation reaches you every few moments, reminding you that you’re having an incredibly sensitive conversation just a few feet away from people that would probably sell it to the Gotham Gazette for one corn chip.

“Yes, you did,” You argue, raising your hand and scrubbing a tear away.

“...I mean, a little.” Michelle rips a piece of paper towel off of the roll, passing it over. “Did he tell you why?”

You dab at your eyes, trying to piece a reasonable explanation together—one that wouldn’t shock Michelle and expose Bruce’s secret.

You had waited up for Bruce all night, but he’d never come back. At least, he hadn’t come back to you. You’d realized when you’d gone down for breakfast that Bruce had returned, but slept elsewhere—down in the bat cave, maybe, or in an entirely separate wing of the house? But there he was at the table, genially listening to your father discuss whether or not the Metropolis Metros had any chance of making the playoffs that year. You had gotten yourself some coffee and sat at the opposite end of the table, unable to catch Bruce’s eye. He was avoiding it; he was avoiding you. He’d kept that up as you’d seen your parents to the car, as you’d hugged your mother and dodged her attempts to discuss what had been said last night. You saw the firm handshake that Bruce had shared with your father, the strained smile that he’d managed as your father had insisted that he hoped that there weren't any hard feelings.

The two of you had stood side by side as the car pulled out of the driveway, hands to yourselves, eyes set on the fading red tail lights until they were out of sight.

“Can we talk about it?” You finally hedged.

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.”

You turned to watch him stride away, stunned. It took you a moment to follow, taking the stairs two at a time to catch up.

“I think there’s a hell of a lot to talk about!”

“I don’t agree.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because they’re right.”

“Excuse me?”

“They’re right!” Bruce barked, whirling around to face you. You froze in place, eyes widening as his yell echoed in the foyer. “I can’t keep you safe.”

“You have kept me safe—You do keep me safe, Bruce!”

“If I could, you never would’ve gotten kidnapped in the first place!”

“I got out of there because of you—”

“You got in there because of me!”

“There are people in this world that are just plain greedy, Bruce. There’s nothing that you can do about that, it is not your fault.”

“It’s my fault that you of all people were taken, and as long as you and I are together, you will continue to be a target.”

“I don’t care!”

“I do!”

“Oh, so you get to go out every night and put people away and get the shit kicked out of you even though you know I hate it and that’s fine, right? Bruce Wayne can make his own damn decisions and put himself in as much danger as he wants, but I get into one little situation and that’s it? You’re decided? I don’t get a say in this?”

“You get a say. You have had a say, but I am through knowing that I’m endangering your life.”

“Well let’s think this through, then. Who else are you putting in harm’s way? Lucius, for one—”

“That’s enough—”

“You’re endangering Alfred. Are you telling him that you’re through putting him in danger?”

“Do not bring Alfred into this.”

“It’s a bullshit argument, Bruce.”

“I’m done talking about this,” He warned coldly, turning away from you. You didn’t let him get far, keeping a pace or two behind him as he strode toward the study.

“What if I’m not?”

“I don’t give a damn.”

“What do you want, Bruce?”

“I want you to leave!”

He stopped short again, but there was no danger of you slamming into him this time. In fact, you took one step back, then another. You searched Bruce’s face desperately as your entire body felt like it was going to cave in on itself. You shook your head a little, hands flexing at your sides as you forced yourself not to reach out, not to tug him in and hold him close and beg him, plead with him to reconsider.

“You don’t mean that,” You insisted.

“I do.” Bruce’s gaze dropped to your shoes.

“Look at me.”

“I’ll have Alfred pack your things—”

“Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me that.”

“You can stay at the penthouse until Michelle can move you back in.”

“Bruce, don’t do this—”

“You can take as long as you need.”

“You—” You reached up, grasping the lariat necklace and yanking it roughly. You felt the clasp break roughly against your skin, heard diamonds scatter as you tossed it at his feet. “You are a fucking coward.”

You hadn’t let him see you cry, but you were sure he’d heard you. You’d hardly made it into your shared bedroom before you’d knelt down and let out a raw, sharp scream—one so long and so loud that you were hoarse when it finally broke. You had spent the day hiding out in your room, and had only managed to stop crying just long enough to fake a few smiles at Friendsgiving.

When Michelle had announced that she would be moving to Keystone City, you’d burst into tears again. Your other friends had passed it off as you being overcome by the news of your oldest and dearest friend moving, but Michelle knew you, and she knew better. It hadn’t taken her long to drag the truth out of you.

“We just, um…” You sniffle. “We just haven’t been seeing eye to eye on a lot of things lately.”

“Marriage? Kids?”

You shake your head at her plying.

“A lot of things.”

“...Does this have anything to do with the fact that your parents were at Thanksgiving?”

“Let’s just say their visit was less than stellar.”

“Oh, hon, I’m sorry,” Michelle shakes her head, taking your hands in hers. You give them a gentle squeeze in turn, eyes swimming as you look down at them. She’s quiet for a few moments before she plies:

“What are you going to do?”

“...May as well move to Metropolis,” You admit. “Mom and dad are there, you’re leaving, and Bruce…” You clear your throat. “There’s nothing keeping me here.”

“Will they let you transfer at work?”

“Something tells me they’ll have the bright idea first thing Monday morning.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“He’s stubborn. Once he gets an idea into his head, he won’t shake it.”

“You can be damn stubborn, too.”

You nod a bit. “I can, but I’m just…” You shake your head as the tears well viciously again. “I’m so damn tired, Mish. I can’t keep fighting for him if he doesn't want me.”

“Honey,” Michelle sighs, crowding close and drawing you into her arms. You curl your hands around her arm, keeping her close as the sobs begin to shake you again.

“How is the weather there?”

“We’re really resorting to speaking about the weather?” You smile. “My my, times are desperate. Did you pull the lilies up yet? Must be getting cold over there.”

“Now who is speaking of the weather?”

You chuckle at Alfred’s reminder, shaking your head. The two of you go quiet on your sides of the phone. You focus your gaze on your mom’s macrame plant hanger, shifting from foot to foot. You know how Alfred is (“Just fine, as always, dear.”), but you don’t dare ask how Bruce is.

“Have you settled in?” Alfred presses before you can bring anything else up.

“Um…” Your brow furrows. “The office is nice—bigger desks.”

“And the apartment? The car?”

“I’m with my parents. I don’t have a car.”

Alfred is quiet for a few moments before he offers: “Master Wayne—”

“I know what he did,” You cut in quickly. You'd gotten the email from the newly Wayne-owned apartment building, as well as the message to pick your new car up from the dealership when you'd arrived in Metropolis. “I don’t want anything from him.”

Alfred sighs softly on the other end, and it makes your gut twist. You lean back against the kitchen counter, looking down at the floor.

“...How is he?” You finally mumble.

“He misses you.”

“Funny way of showing it.”

“Buying you an apartment and a car?”

“I don’t care about things, he knows that. If he cared, he would pick up the—...Damn phone,” You trail off in a mumble as you hear yourself growing more and more frustrated. You tried calling him three times before you left Gotham, but you hadn't gotten a single response. You haven't bothered to try since.

“Anyway,” You clear your throat, “You never answered me about the lilies.”

“I have a few weeds to pull up before I cover the beds.”

“You should do that soon. It’s only going to get colder. Are the lights up in the city yet?”

“They are.”

“Must be nice. I love Gotham at Christmas.”

“How is Metropolis?”

“It’s nice! It’s nice. It’s fine. Pretty. Good lights. Not as good as Gotham’s, but good.”

“Are the accommodations at your parents comfortable, at least?”

Comfortable. That isn't the word you’d use. These days, you’re sleeping on a lumpy pullout couch in a cramped living room, living out of a duffel bag. They’re meant to be spending their days comfortably, not with their heartbroken daughter sleeping in the living room and trying to put the pieces of her life together. You’re grateful to them for opening their home, and you feel so ungrateful for feeling crowded, but a week ago, this was not the life that you pictured—

You raise your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose to stem a wave of tears.

“Mhm!” You nod, though Alfred can’t see you, hoping that the affirmative movement will bolster the firmness of your tone. “S’nice, it’s cozy.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“Yeah! Yeah, thank you.” You clear your throat. “I should get going for work soon, I’ve got a meeting to prep for.”

“Of course. I'll send the remainder of your things tomorrow."

“Sounds great. I’ll call you soon.”

“It will be lovely to hear from you then.”

“It’s lovely to hear from you now.” You smile bitterly. “Bye, Alfred.”

“Goodbye.”

You lower the phone and hang up, raising your hand to swipe at the few tears that have managed to slip. Work, you have got to get to work. Your parents' place is a quick bus and train ride to and from the office, but you’ve been getting in early to get up to speed—and with the hopes of avoiding the paparazzi.

There aren’t nearly as many as there were when you were in Gotham, but so far, you’ve had a handful lingering around the front door when you leave. They always throw out questions—Why’d you leave Gotham? Did you and Wayne break up? Did he cheat on you? Why aren’t you living in the apartment with your name on it? Are you ever going back to Gotham?

You hadn’t bothered to answer a single question, just kept your head down and strode toward the train station. They had the decency not to follow you on, or back to the apartment. When you arrive this morning, there isn’t anyone with a camera outside the building. You give the receptionist a friendly smile before you head to the elevator, pressing the up button with a knuckle to keep from dropping your phone or spilling your coffee.

The office is quiet when you step inside. You can see a couple of other people there, but they don’t acknowledge you as you settle in. You open your laptop, humming to yourself as the laptop begins to boot up. You heard a few carolers performing Silver Bells on your way to the office, and it is stuck in your head now. You rest your chin on your hand, trying to picture what the grounds’ gardens must look like all covered over. You can picture Alfred crouching down, covering the raised beds with chicken wire, with Bruce pulling it taut from the other end—

You shift in your seat, trying to push the thought of Bruce away.

He’d be bundled up, too, maybe using the spare pair of gloves that you bought for Alfred—

Ugh, stop it! Stop, just banish him from your mind. That’s probably impossible, sure, but you can pretend, right? You click on the internet app, and freeze when you see the loaded article on the homepage: Bruce helping a model out of a car. You recognize her. You're sure that you’ve seen her at a couple of Liz’s parties. You can’t quite remember her name, though…Your eyes stray to the description before you force them away again, pulling up your email and biting the inside of your cheek to keep from letting tears fall. It feels like all you can do these days is cry, no matter what you do. You know that getting over Bruce is going to be slow-going.

Your hand strays to your neck, where the lariat necklace used to sit…No. Nope, letting it go. Taking out your headphones, putting on your favorite angsty playlist and letting it go.

“How was your day, honey?”

You poke through your container of leftovers as you lean against the kitchen counter. You give your mom’s question a placid smile, and don’t bother to say a word. You know that an admonishment isn’t far behind.

“Oh, don’t stand and eat,” She tuts just a moment later when she spots you.

“I’m fine standing, mom. I've been sitting all day.”

“Your day, honey.”

“It was okay. We got the invite for the Christmas party, it’s next week.”

“Everyone was nice?”

“It’s an office job, not my first day of kindergarten.”

“Well,” She sniffs, “Forgive me for asking a question.”

You roll your eyes.

“Everyone's pretty nice, yeah, but...I don't know. We reviewed this application for a toy maker who wanted to set up a workshop for the holidays, but the board wound up turning it down. I thought it seemed like a good cause,”

“Oh really, that’s nice.”

Nice. She isn’t listening—but you push on anyway:

“It’s a bummer, you know, this Schott Jr. guy’s application was kinda…Sad. It was a little childish, though. I think the writing on the grant really messed up his chances.”

“You can tell me about it later, hon. I have my quilting group tonight.”

God, your mother has more of a life than you do these days. “Well, have fun. Where’s dad?”

“Late shift.”

“Out on Neville Island? Jeez, how late are they gonna keep him?”

“Your father is a big boy.”

“I know, just…”

Your mom casts you an almost pitying look. “This isn’t Gotham, sweetie. He’ll be fine.”

You nod a little, peering down into your remaining leftovers.

“Have fun at quilt club,” You add as your mom heads for the door.

“Sure! We’ll keep it down when we come in!”

“Yeah, I know you all get really wild while quilting.”

“Oh, and honey?”

“Mm?”

“Try not to spend the night sulking. Maybe…I don’t know, go to a bar, pick someone up—”

You choke roughly as you accidentally inhale the bite of food. You regain your breath, throat throbbing as you gasp, “Mom!”

“The only way to get over someone is to get under someone! Okay, I’m going, I’m going,” She insists, holding her hands up in mock-surrender as she edges for the door, taking up her quilting tote bag. You scoff, turning and practically flinging the remainder of the leftovers into the trash as you hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.

“Only way to get over someone is to get under someone,” You mumble, “Fucking…Unreal.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing toward the trash can. Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown out those leftovers. You’re still hungry. Maybe you ought to get yourself out of the apartment, grab some food. Or...You reach into your pocket, drawing out your phone. You don’t call Alfred again—instead, you dial Michelle’s number and walk over to the couch, plopping onto it. You wince a little, glancing down at the cushions. You really should be more gentle with it, you are sleeping on it all the time.

You set the sound to speaker as you wait. It rings…And rings…And—

“You better not be calling to tell me that you’re back with that jerk.”

You can’t help but smile at Michelle’s candor.

“I haven’t even heard from…Him.”

“That jerk. Call him a jerk.”

“Mish, please.”

“Well, he is. But I guess I’ve said it enough for both of us.”

“How’s Keystone City?”

“Honey, I have never seen so much corn in all my damn life.”

“Is it doing the men out there any good?”

“It would have to be super corn if it did.”

“How’s the apartment?”

“Oh my god, it's fucking huge. Half the price we were paying in Gotham for double the size. You should move down here. With our joint funds, we’d be able to build our own mansion.”

“Mm, I don’t think I could move down just yet. I’ve only been at the Foundation for three months, and just moved to this location a week ago. If I up and left now, I’d lose my job in minutes.”

“We could find you one down here.”

“Is it very busy down there?”

“No. But maybe you could do with slowing down a bit.”

“Maybe. Hey, have you gotten your tree yet?”

“Have you?”

“The couch folds out right where it would go. Mom’s thinking of getting a small one that she can put on the kitchen counter.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“...I think it’s guilt,” You admit. “She’s why I’m here, anyway.”

“Ugh, you’ve hit the point of blaming your mother. Finally—took you long enough.”

“Well,” You grumble, “She wasn’t thinking, but her not thinking kinda got me on her couch. You know what she told me before going quilting?”

“What?”

“That I should go pick up a stranger.”

“What?” Michelle screeches, and you wince, turning your head away from the phone. “Oh, my god! Are you mortified? I would die, oh my god!”

You giggle, a lightness taking over you for the first time in several days.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, the sexual tension between me and the electrical sockets are slowly creeping up. I’ve gotta find my own place.”

“If you need a reference—”

“I’ll call you—”

“I will lie through my teeth.”

“You’re a dear.”

“...Have you spoken to him?”

No. “No.”

“Have you blocked him?”

No. “Yes.”

“Do you miss him?”

Terribly. “Maybe.”

“...Okay, here me out—”

“Oh, no, Mish—”

“I’m just saying, maybe your mom is on to something. Not like that, but—have you taken a moment for yourself since you got to Metropolis?”

You think for a few moments, shifting back on the couch.

“...No, I’m just working,” You admit softly. “I feel like if I let myself do anything but work, I’ll just…I’ll fall apart.” Your words quiver as you say it.

“I’m not saying don’t think about it,” She reassures. “I mean…It was almost a year with him, you know? Just…Don’t let that be the only thing that you think about.”

You sink back into your seat, lips pursing as your eyes begin to wet.

“I don’t,” You protest weakly. Michelle sighs on the other end, and you know that you haven’t fooled her for a moment. You shake your head, resolved to push the conversation in another direction:

“Are you going to paint any rooms in your apartment?”

“...I got a few paint samples.” You can hear how reluctant Michelle is to move on, but feel a swell of gratefulness when she does. “Mostly blues and greens. I’m thinking of some kind of turquoise for the kitchen.”

“Some kind of turquoise? Isn’t there only one kind of turquoise?”

“You know, I used to think that, but the paint section of the store proved me very, very wrong.”

You tuck yourself in early, knowing that you won’t be asleep by the time your parents get in. Still, you’d rather fake it than have them ask you if you had a nice night in. Worse, your mother could ask if you’d gone out and gotten under someone, as it were. You stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on taking slow, even breaths.

You can’t help that Bruce creeps up in your mind.

What’s he doing right now? Is he creeping through some alley? Swooping down on a wrongdoer? Conferring with Gordon?

Elspeth Emerson, that’s that model’s name. She’d hardly spoken a word to you the couple of times that you had met her. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember what her voice sounded like.

Can you even remember what Bruce’s voice sounded like?

“I want you to leave!”

You wince at the thought, and you roll onto your side, as if you can pull away from the memory. Yes, you remember what Bruce’s voice sounds like. How long will it take until you forget? You peer through the curtains, chest muddling with pangs of regret and sadness as your mind begins to race—to wonder if things would be different if you’d just fought a little harder—

But how many times can you give your love to a man that’s trying to push you away? A man who only took a few days to get over you—or at least to go out and make it seem like he’s moving on?

He must have known that you wouldn’t use that apartment, or that car. He must have just wanted to seem like the bigger person, as if he wasn't the one that had sent you packing. You huff softly, raising your hand to swipe your tears away as they begin to leak. It’s no use; a few slip. It’s only a moment before the trickle turns into a stream, dampening the pillow beneath your head.

You fall into a rhythm. It isn’t a rut—it is decidedly not a rut. You manage to get up and out of the apartment before your parents are awake in the morning. The paparazzi stop lingering around the office, because your existence ceases to be news. You stop flinching at the mention of Bruce’s name; you stop hearing his voice as you try to fall asleep. The ache of missing him doesn’t disappear, but it lessens, some. You don’t take your mom’s recommendation of getting over Bruce by getting under someone else. You consider it, sure. You download a couple of dating apps, but you never actually make a profile. There’s just nothing about it that feels right.

You speak with Alfred almost daily—usually on the phone, if not over text. You don’t ask about how Bruce is doing, and he doesn’t tell you.

That doesn’t stop you wondering.

“What the hell is that?”

“Did you see it?”

“It’s so cute!”

“Do you think it’s some kind of office Christmas gift or something? A little teaser before the holiday party later?”

“You hear Wayne’s gonna be in attendance? Someone said they thought the saw him in the elevator. Do you think it’s because of…You know—”

“Who cares—Hey, does that thing move or is it just a decoration?”

Your coworker’s chatter draws your focus, and you turn away from your laptop. You can see people crowding around something by the elevators. You stand, joining them and peering around them to try and get a look at what they’re talking about. You can just catch a glimpse of a brightly colored, 5-foot tall nutcracker. Your brow furrows as you take in the fuzzy beard, the crisp blue paint of the nutcracker’s coat, the bright gold buttons, and the rifle tucked at its side. You nod at the painted script on one of the boots.

“What’s that say?”

“Schott and Son.” One of your coworkers steps forward, stepping around it and eyeing the back. “There’s a button back here!”

Schott and Son. God, why does that sound familiar?

“Press it!” Someone else urges. You hear the gears crank and whir, quickly covered by a music box rendition of the Nutcracker Suite. You smile a little, as the Nutcracker’s arms move as if marching. You all startle, then laugh as it steps forward and does a short bow. It reaches around itself, and your stomach churns as it grasps the butt of its rifle. You take a step back, warning,

“Uh, guys—”

“Lighten up,” Someone scoffs, “It’s just a toy.”

Their insistence is stifled by a gunshot, leaving the tip of the rifle smoking. You hear two panicked huffs before someone screams. You whirl around to see blood pouring from your coworker’s shoulder. Their scream is chased by others as the Nutcracker ventures deeper into the office, firing again. You scramble away as the others do, running for whatever cover you can find. You stumble as someone gives you a shove, practically climbing over you to get out of the way. You crawl along the floor, getting beneath a desk and tugging a chair in. You fold yourself in as tight as you can, clasping your hands together and fighting to keep your breathing and quiet as you peer out, watching people scramble to get out of the way of the Nutcracker.

Fuck, you left your phone on your desk, so you can’t call 911—Surely someone has, right? Someone’s heard the commotion from another floor, or an alarm has gone off, something—

You hear a horrifying thud, chased by a few more gunshots. You wince with the furious bashing sounds, raising your hands to press over your ears. You focus on your own pounding heart, your rapid breathing—

The feeling of the chair shifting beside you makes you scream and open your eyes.

The sight of Bruce crouching beside your desk makes you crumble.

“...It’s nice.”

It’s a feeble attempt at a compliment and a conversation starter. It’s also an insane understatement. It seems that Bruce didn’t only buy you this apartment—he’d had it furnished, and filled the fridge and cabinets with groceries, spices, all of your favorite goodies. You look from the fully stocked bar cart by the kitchen over to the living room, where Bruce is hurriedly closing the curtains over the lowered shades.

Maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that the apartment he chose is so big.

Just being the bigger person, You remind yourself, He doesn’t want to be the bad guy.

Bruce finally turns to look at you. You see his lips twitch with something unspoken before he purses them and swallows thickly. He looks so wan—pallid, and tired. He’d looked it when he’d found you beneath that desk, after apparently smashing the shit out of that Nutcracker with a printer. The ride to this apartment (in the car that he had bought for you and had driven to the office) hadn’t made it any better. Neither of you had spoken.

“You never, um…” You clear your throat. “What are you doing in Metropolis?"

“It was requested that I make an appearance at the holiday party.”

Your gaze narrows slightly. You smell bullshit...But you're not really in the mood to litigate it right now.

“Right.”

You turn away, finally, shrugging off your coat and tossing it over the back of a chair as you head for the bar cart.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Wayne. Great, even.” You take up a clean glass, setting it windowsill beside the car before you reach for the bottle of whiskey. “You want some?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“More for me, then.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that right now?”

“I can’t think of a better time.”

You reach for the seal, struggling to twist it off before you fling it away. You grasp the bottle firmly, trying to ignore your shaking hands as you lift it and the glass. You can’t steady them no matter how hard you try, but you pour anyway, some of the liquid sloshing over the sides and onto your fingers—

You go still as Bruce crowds up close to you, grasping your hands and forcing them down. The glass connects with the windowsill with a sharp, shrill sound; you wouldn’t be surprised if it was chipped, if not cracked. You squeeze your eyes closed as you just feel him—the heat and strength of him up against your back; the gentle press of his face against your hair, and the sound of him drawing in a deep breath; the warmth of his hands, steady over yours. Your lower lip begins to wobble as Bruce intertwines your fingers, using his grasp on your hands to curl your arms around yourself.

“Good thing I wasn’t in Gotham,” You quip dryly, forcing your stern tone over the your rapidly fracturing resolve, “Or today could’ve been a real disaster.”

You shake Bruce off, stepping out of his arms and snatching your glass from the sill, striding more deeply into the living room. You hear Bruce sigh behind you before he hedges:

“What do you want me to say?”

“An apology would be nice.”

“You want me to apologize for wanting you safe?”

“Was I safe today?” You snap, whirling to face him again. “Was that—Killer nutcracker something I was safe from? You can’t anticipate every moment of my life, Bruce. No matter where I go, I could be in danger. What, do you want me confined to a room somewhere and permanently out of harm’s way? What if someone breaks into that room?”

You search his face, desperate for some kind of recognition, some kind of understanding. Bruce shakes his head, his gaze dropping shamefully to his shoes. You lower yourself into an armchair, peering down at the amber liquid, watching it shift with your still-shaking hands. You hear Bruce cross the room before his shoes come into view. He grasps the wooden coffee table, tugging it closer and sitting on the edge of it.

“I just don’t…I don’t like the idea that someone could come after you again, with the purpose of getting to me, or getting something from me,” He admits softly. “I can’t be the reason that I lose someone I love. I can’t do that again.”

You lift your head as Bruce’s voice breaks, heart stuttering as you see his eyes well with tears. You set the drink aside, taking his hands in yours.

“I know that it scares you. It scares me, too. But Bruce, you cannot protect me from everything. But you do—” Your voice breaks as your face twists with upset, “You do protect me, from so much. You protected me after the kidnapping, you protected me today. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would’ve happened…’Sides between this and the attempted robbery at the store, I think I’ve proven that I can get into plenty of trouble all by myself.”

Bruce huffs a shaky laugh through his nose as he nods. He raises your joined hands to his lips, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much,” He murmurs.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“I want…” He winces at the phrasing, and seems to reconsider. “I mean…Would you consider coming home?”

Home. Your chest aches with it—with the thought of the mansion, and Alfred, and the covered garden beds.

“Bruce…I love you so much. I want us to have a life together, but…” You shake your head, steeling yourself as his face falls, “But I can’t keep having this argument. I can’t be pushed away from you over and over again and keep wanting to come back. This nearly broke me—No, Bruce,” You chase his gaze as he averts his, holding his eye as your tone grows more firm. “I understand that you want me in one piece, I get it. But how the fuck do you think I feel, night after night, knowing that every time you leave may be the last time I see you?...If I come back,” You hedge carefully, “This is…It. If we implode, or you change your mind and throw me out again, we’re through, I mean really through—”

“That will never happen again.”

“But—”

“You have my word.” He says it firmly, holding your eye as you held his. “I…I acted like an asshole. I didn’t want you to leave, but I thought it would be better for you.”

“Nothing about this has been better for me.”

“I know, I see that now. I’m sorry.”

You nod a little, looking down at your hands.

“...You just want me back in Gotham so you can keep a closer eye on me.”

Bruce chuckles softly, raising a hand to cup your cheek.

“I want you back in Gotham because nothing has been right since you left.”

You tip your face into his hand, letting your eyes slide closed and allowing your tears to fall as you accept the gentle touch. Bruce shushes you softly, smoothing your tears away and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Tell you what,” He murmurs. “Why don’t you call your parents, let them know you’re alright and you’re spending the night here before we go back. I’ll figure out getting your things back in a couple of days.”

“They’re not gonna like that…And the Foundation’s going to be pissed.”

“S’okay. I think they’ll understand you transferring back after what happened in the office. They've cancelled the holiday party to secure the building, make sure that thing didn't have any extra surprises hiding anywhere.”

“Speaking of which,” You lean back, scrubbing your eyes. “There’s someone you should look into.”

“What do you mean?”

“The uh…The Nutcracker, it had a name on it—”

“Schott and Son.”

“Right. Winslow Schott Jr. put in an application for funding from the Foundation, but it was denied.”

Bruce’s frown deepens. “When did this happen?”

“Uh—Two weeks ago, maybe? He left a few angry calls and emails, but then he dropped off, so we figured he’d given up.”

“Did he have a company he applied through, or was it just him?”

“Umm…” Your brow furrows as you try to remember. “It was…The Toymaker, or…The Toyman, something like that.”

Bruce hums, nodding. “I’ll have Fox pull the file, see what we can find.”

“Okay.”

You stand and step away, and only make it a couple of steps before you hear Bruce stand. He catches hold of your hand, folding you into his arms. You go willingly, pressing your face into his neck and drawing in a deep breath as you cuddle close.

"Bruce?"

"Mm."

"Why are you really in Metropolis? I know you, you hate these parties."

Bruce's thumb sweeps along your lower back as he peers gently at you.

"I needed to see you," He admits softly. "It was just supposed to be for a minute...But I was headed to your floor, and I heard the shots, and..." His face goes tight, his jaw tensing. "I couldn't stop myself."

"I'm glad you didn't," You give him a small, reassuring smile. "But I'm a little biased." You reach up, gently sweeping your fingers across his stubbled cheek.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” You accuse.

“Told you,” He mumbles, “Nothing’s felt right since I lost you.”

You tip your chin, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Then it looks like you found me just in time."

Next Part

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 months

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What’s the TFP kids as sparklings unique signature calls?

Dang its been a hot minutes since I did TFP kids as sparklings. For the sake of understanding, I will stick to using their humans names for now. To answer your question, here are their calls.

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Rafael took the longest to create a unique signature call. Being a minicon, his ability to vocalize was not as strong right off the bat. As such, for a rather long time he stuck to the base call that all sparklings have. It concerned Optimus quite a bit when Rafael simply didn't seem to have any intention of developing a call at all. However, as cycles passed and Optimus and the team listened closer, they determined he did have a unique call, it was just very difficult to pick out on its own.

Rafael's call was a short and high pitched whistle that bordered on a chirp. It could even sound like a shriek if he went high enough in pitch. It scared the ever living daylights out of Smokescreen when on a long night, when he went to go wander around and hopefully ease himself back into recharge, a terrifying cry echoed in the base. He may or may not have screamed and tripped over the nearest object, but the team don't speak of it often. They've all been startled by Rafael's short and sweet banshee like shrieks on occassion.

Miko, being a flier, developed a call almost as soon as she settled into her Cybertronian frame permanently. Most sparklings tend to create a call that is entirely unique, but fliers have a particular method to their creation process. They pick pieces of their parents calls and then integrate those pieces into a new call. No flier call is every really unique, instead is carries history and lineage. Particularly skilled fliers who are familiar with various houses can pick up a family line just by hearing a bot's signature cry.

Generally Cybertronians stop using their calls after they get out on their own. They only begin using it again when they have a sparkling of their own since it allows the sparkling to track them. With this in mind, Miko took Optimus's gentle melody of a call and combined it with Starscream's shotgun like shriek in order to create a sound which Agent Fowler has described as: "Incoming missiles and Gatling guns". Many a time those who are not used to Miko have flung themselves behind cover when her slowly increasing call echoes around the area.

Compared to his siblings, Jack came up with the tamest call. Against what one might think, warframes tend to develop the calmest and most composed calls. Smaller frame types need to be loud and in charge with their calls in order to scare off predators and get the attention of others. But warframes? They don't need to bother with anything like that. Instead they need to try to show that they are not as wild as one might expect. It is the Cybertronian equivalent to the puppy dog eyes small creatures on Earth perform to get attention and sympathy.

Much like his Sire, Jack created a more sing-songy call. It was a simple two note tune going from high to low in frequencies that only a Cybertronian can pick up. To humans, he is totally silent. But to a Cybertronian, he is singing a soft high low tune intended to catch the attention of the person he is trying to interact with and nothing else. He doesn't need to scare them. He just needs momentary attention. If he really wanted something, screaming is a far more effective option.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #alternate universe #tfp kids as sparklings #jack darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #smokescreen #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology

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ladykissingfish · 2 months

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*Naruto, at the Uchiha compound to take Sasuke on a date* Shisui: So, kid ... where you taking our little bro tonight? Naruto: We were going to go on a long walk, then have a picnic down by the lake, dattebayo. Itachi: A picnic? With foods YOU prepared, I assume? Naruto: Of course! I made sandwiches and potato salad and for a surprise, a big chocolate cake. Obito: Oi, oi, oi ... chocolate cake? Really? Naruto: What's wrong with that? Itachi: Sasuke hates sweets, that's what's wrong with that. Shisui: Mm. We tried to make him a cake for his last birthday, and he took it outside and lit it on fire. Naruto: Seriously?? Dang; what do I do now?! Obito: Don't worry, kid, we have a backup for cases like these ... *goes to the cabinet and takes out a handful of tomatoes* Shisui: Sasuke LOVES tomatoes. Tomatoes will make up for anything in that basket. Naruto: So ... so our dessert should be a handful of tomatoes instead of the chocolate cake? Obito: Don't be ridiculous ... you put a lot of work into that cake, right? Why let it go to waste? Itachi: *gets up, picks up one of the tomatoes, and sticks the entire thing into the cake* Naruto: W-what the -- *Shisui and Obito stick in the other tomatoes, until the cake is a runny, tomato-stuffed horror* Obito: There ya go, kid! Now your date will the best ever! Naruto: Sasuke, coming down the stairs: I'm ready, dobe. *Naruto picks up the picnic basket and the two walk out the door and down the road. Once they're out of sight, the other three burst out laughing* Obito, tears running down his cheeks: Oh man ... can you picture Sasuke's face when he sees that crap?! Shisui: I don't get it, Itachi. Why'd you want to sabotage your little brother's date like that? Itachi: Two reasons: one, I don't care what anyone says, he's too young to date. Perhaps a spectacularly awful date will help him to realize that. Obito: And the other reason? Itachi: He "forgot" that it was his turn to wash the dishes last night, and my father made ME do them instead. Such treachery cannot go unanswered. Obito and Shisui:

#snsvalentines24 #Day Six: Chocolates #everyone lives au #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #naruto x sasuke #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #itachi uchiha #shisui uchiha #obito uchiha

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roses-r-rosie3 · 6 months

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Camping Trip

Jason Todd x M!Himbo!Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Summary: Jason invites the reader to a camping trip with the Batfam and tries to give hints to the reader that he likes him the entire trip but the reader is completely oblivious to it and thinks Jason is just being friendly

Quote: “Dang dude you’re stuck in the friend zone”

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Everyone in the family knew about Jason’s little crush on you, so it didn’t surprise them when he invited you along to the camping trip as his “plus one” (even though it was only supposed to be a family trip). Jason thought that bringing you along to a camping trip with his family would be the perfect place for him to finally confess to you.

All of his other attempts were.. interesting.. to say the least. It wasn’t his fault by any means, but you were just very.. oblivious. One time he took you out to the movies, and he tried the classic “stretching his arms around your shoulders” trick. He thought that you had finally got the hint that he liked you. But afterwards, he got hit with this…

BUDDY?!?

“Dang dude you’re stuck in the friend zone” Dick laughed as Jason showed him.

Hopefully this time you would finally get the hint. I mean he’s inviting you to a trip, WITH HIS FAMILY! Surely you weren’t that clueless, right?

It was the day of the trip and Bruce rented a van, problem was, Bruce didn’t know that Jason was inviting you until he already got the van. Jason got the bright idea for you to sit on his lap, but when he mentioned it to Bruce, Bruce immediately denied it.

Jason decided to take a separate car with you to drive there since you weren’t the best driver. There was a time when you let go of the steering wheel to pull out a paper map because your phone had no service. It still puzzles everyone how you passed your drivers test.

Jason tried giving hints even while he was driving. Turning on love songs, placing his hands on your thighs, etc. but you still weren’t getting it, instead just thinking that he was being friendly. When all of you got there, you all built the tents and set up the campfire.

“Jason” Dick whispered as he motioned for Jason to come to him.

Jason followed Dick to where no one else could hear them.

“Ok so, I packed some kayaks for the trip, why don’t you and y/n down there before us” Dick winked.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Dick! I owe you for this one” Jason smiled before running off to go get you.

“Hey y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come down to the river, Dick brought some kayaks” Jason asked.

“Sure!” You smiled before following Jason.

While you were kayaking, Jason rested his head on your shoulder, but you still weren’t getting it. You just thought he was tired from all of the driving. When the two of you finally came back to the camping grounds, you were met with Jason’s family who were giggling and snickering, Jason later found out that they were taking pictures of the two of you.

When it started to get dark, everyone stood around the campfire while making s’mores. Everyone was laughing while talking about embarrassing stories, ghost stories, and catching up. It was a really fun time for everyone.

When it came night-time, everyone had partners to sleep with. Bruce got his own tent, Stephanie and Cassie, Dick and Damian, Duke and Tim, and last but not least you and Jason. After everyone got ready for bed, they said their goodbye’s and went inside their individual tents to sleep.

“I had a lot of fun today” you smiled as you looked into Jason’s eyes.

“I did too, especially because you’re here” Jason smiled back cheekily.

You just giggled before cuddling into Jason’s chest and started to slowly drift asleep. Jason couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit before slowly falling asleep himself.

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, in need to use the restroom. You slowly slipped out of Jason’s grasp and quickly walked behind one of the trees before relieving yourself. After you were done you quickly squirted some hand sanitizer in your hand until you heard some shuffling behind you.

“Hello…?”

Jason awoke and saw that you weren’t there with him. Jason got out of the tent to quickly go look for you. He turned on his flashlight and started walking but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

“Y/n! What are you doing! Run!” Jason yelled out, scaring the wolves away.

Before you could talk, Jason interrupted you.

“Are you kidding me y/n?! You could’ve gotten hurt!” Jason yelled out before stomped his way back to the tent.

You were quick to follow him back to the tent. When you finally got inside, Jason was silent, almost ignoring you.

“I’m sorry Jason, I didn’t mean to worry you” you apologized.

“Why would you do that y/n! You could’ve gotten hurt! I would’ve lost you!” Jason sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to use the restroom and-”

You were interrupted when Jason smashed his lips against yours. As your lips met, a tingling sensation ran through your body. You felt his hands gently cup her face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a certain urgency, as if he could lose you at any moment. When the two of you pulled apart, you struggled to open your eyes for a bit.

“I- I’m so sorry y/n- I would completely understand if you hate me after this- I didn’t mean t-”

Now it was your turn to interrupt him as you pulled him in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was full of tenderness and passion, and intimacy. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you enjoyed the taste of him.

As you finally broke the kiss, you looked into each other's eyes, yours eyes were full of love, but not like before. Before, you looked at him in a friendly manner, but now, you looked at Jason with a special kind of love that made him feel warm.

“Thank you for saving me from those angry dogs Jason” you blushed.

“Wolfs y/n, they were wolfs” Jason chuckled.

“Awwwww how cute!!!” Stephanie giggled.

You and Jason immediately turned your head to see that not only was Stephanie there recording, everyone else was awake too.

“How long have you guys been watching for!” Jason yelled.

“We heard you screaming y/n’s name so we woke up and saw you guys talking to each other, and MAN I didn’t expect that to happen!” Tim said.

“Even im shocked” Damian commented.

“Sooooo… Are you guys together now?!” Dick asked impatiently.

“I guess so” you smiled.

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petricakegames · 9 months

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Another Round

"Another Round" is a 25k word, interactive fiction, urban fantasy game made with Twine for the Single Choice Game Jam.

PLAY THE GAME | REVIEW | KOFI

Written and coded for the Single Choice Game Jam! The Jam where you only give one choice to the player!

STORY

You play as Maddie, a woman in love with a woman named Agnes. Actually, she hates her. Actually, it's complicated. You definitely broke things off with her. And you don't regret it. At least once.

Yes. At least once per day, you don't regret ending it with Agnes. Except tonight. You definitely regret it tonight.

Those are the facts you can't change. How any of those things came to be is up to your imagination. It's not part of the story, anyway. The story is about tonight. The night you save Agnes...or not. You don't get a lot of say in what happens.

Well, you get a say. Once.

So maybe you save her. Maybe you save yourself. Maybe the "fuck it" train you're on derails and takes the whole nightclub with you. The story is a bit unhinged. But, then again, so are you.

FEATURES

gender-locked; name-locked; appearance-locked, sexuality-locked (congrats! you're a lesbian) protagonist. No customization available--free yourself from the burden of choice!

bad life choices come pre-made! Never fear. I'm sure you'll be able to make some more of them. Or, hmm, I guess just one more bad life choice, technically

adult language the author has already used in this description without warning...dang

hundreds of endings, but only one place the story stops. Lots of things can end, you know. The breath you just took ended

set in a world with demons and half-demons because why not?

unhealthy coping strategies! Co-dependent former relationships!

a demon who calls himself Seven because he liked that movie and tends to shout "WHAT'S IN THE BOX?" at inappropriate moments

a single choice in the entire game. Make it a good one

"Another Round" is intended for an adult audience. Content warnings are available in the game menu before the story begins.

#interactive fiction #complete #singlechoicejam #twine if #my game #urban fantasy #dark comedy #disaster lesbian

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secretthegriffin · 9 months

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A MOST RESTFUL NIGHT

summary: crosshair often fights his exhaustion, but tonight proved to be a little bit more difficult...

pairing: crosshair / fem! jedi ( can be seen as reader as they're unnamed)

A/N : so this is basically an excerpt from a story I'll never finish. I don't usually post what I write but I felt this is special. I also would like to point out I am in no way shape or form a professional writer so I'm sorry if there's mistakes but anyways this is mostly in cross' pov. and its super fluff. with softie and slightly touched starved cross. so no warnings. :)

He sat alone in the darkness of the shuttle. All of his crewmates have been asleep for some time now so the ship was especially quiet. He held his fire-puncher with his supplies, ready to relax and clean the weapon. Most of the time his rifle hardly needed it. Alas he cleaned the damn thing so much though it turned habitual. Often avoiding sleep entirely he would indulge himself with said habit until complete exhaustion. It is so cleaning his rifle, he found himself entirely lost in the activity. He didn't even notice the hesitant figure approaching him from the shadows of the ship.

"How can you see? Its so dang dark" she sighed.

Almost startled, he looked up from the gun speechless. There the jedi stood as breathtaking as ever, standing before him.

"I don't need the light, I can see in the dark". He replied sarcastically.

Avoiding the jedi's sleepy eyes, he took her in. she wore her regular jedi robes, except she had a tightly fitted tank and shorts on as if she threw the robes over her sleep wear.

"figures" she yawned stretching her hands above her to the ceiling. cross was thankful it was dark, she wouldn't see his hawk like eyes devour every inch of her as she stretched. From her pretty face and soft curves down to her beautiful breasts and long smooth legs. Cross would be lying to himself if he said she wasn't attractive. Maker, she was down right the most stunning jedi cross had ever laid his eyes on. He keenly watched as she carefully made her way through the dark to the opposite side of the sofa he sat on. yawning once more she gestured to the rifle.

"Well, go on" she proclaimed.

"What?" He was taken aback a bit to be honest.

"Don't let me stop you from cleaning the damn thing". Gesturing once more to the rifle, but with a smile.

That damn smile. It made cross's heart flutter a bit. She could never know what she does to him. She made him felt things one never thought could exist. He hated it. Hated she made him felt this way. And yet. He hated how much he loved it. oh so much. With heat rising to his face, he smirked. going back to his business. Basking in the warm feel of her watchful eyes as he silently cleaned the weapon. He didn't quite understand why she watched. But he also didn't really care. He loved the idea of being the very object of her interest in this moment.

"Its soothing". She whispered. as if reading his mind.

"Excuse me?" He whispered back.

"The noise. Watching you...its.. Meditating" she hummed, closing her eyes.

"hmm". He didn't really know what to say, she must be especially tired.

"Can I get a better view?" Her bold question surprised cross a bit, making him stop suddenly to directly look at her.

"What do you mean?"

She huffed. her cheeks going pink as she smiled at him again, turning his insides to mush.

"Like this". She lifted his arm off his lap and gently adjusted herself to lay across his lap so her head rested on his thigh, looking at the rifle and his hands.

"Now I can watch closely and comfortably." she said quietly lifting her hands to snuggle between her head and his thigh.

"If I didn't know any better, sweetheart, I'd think you're looking for a different kind of entertainment tonight". He teased with a chuckle. Though he was not so subtly trying to hide the fact he was entirely flustered by the closeness. He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face. The warmth of her body on his thighs sent shivering chills through his body. Maker what he wouldn't give to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to him, into his lap.

she giggled at his response but playfully smacked his leg.

"shut up. now c'mon, I'm trying to meditate." she insisted.

Looking down onto the gorgeous jedi, Cross gladly went back to his rifle, but not without a stupid smug smile on his face.

She watched intently as his skillful fingers cleaned the rifle. His hands were so carefully delicate as he took the weapon apart. She was surprised the mean marksman could care enough about something to treat it so. Watching as if he was an artist, it relaxed her. Sighing as she slowly fell asleep to the soft clanking of the metal.

As soon as Cross noticed she was soundlessly asleep, he thanked the stars for such a moment. His gun long forgotten, Cross silently studied her features and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so gorgeously peaceful and so serene. and so perfect against his lap.

"Mesh'la". He breathed. Gently brushing loose strands of hair from her face. His hands trembled as he ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers traced her face. they ached to reach out and hold her, but he could never let himself do that. After some time she began softly snoring. So with a tired and heavy sigh Cross tucked his arms under her, lifting her to his chest bridal style. He slowly and carefully made his way to her bunk. Softly laying her against the cot. But as he turned to go to his own cot, her hand reached out to his wrist stopping him.

"Do you wanna lay with me?" she whispered. She sounded so tired, and so beautiful. Cross sighed another heavy sigh, he too was tired. hesitating, he slid next to her, not touching her, but sitting awkwardly just next to her. He eyed her as she lazily curled herself next to his side, falling back to sleep. for a moment he thought about going to his own bed. until she reached out in her sleep, wrapping her arm across his chest to snuggle into his side. cross's heart completely stumped. He completely gave into his feeling he was never going to beat, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible. He curled into her, almost melting. Soaking in the warmth of everything her. He felt so undeniably comfortable, he wished the stars this wasn't a cruel dream. As he held her tighter to his chest he succumbed to the drowsiness he'd been avoiding for so long. Loosing another internal battle. Falling oh so deeply into a blissful slumber.

-----the end---- <3

#tbb x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb headcanons #tbb crosshair #star wars meta #star wars #soft crosshair #oneshot #the clone wars #clone wars fic #the bad batch #star wars fluff #star wars crosshair #fanfic #touched starved #the bad batch x reader #clone trooper crosshair

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silky-silks · 30 days

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Okay can I talk?

eric belonging to @night-light-artz

Patches @eve-pie

Okay for the image above I was doing a “mock” warrior cat book. I miss the old covers but anyway

I kinda feel my art is…boring. I mean it just feels that way. Sometimes I feel I rush myself to get things done, and to be honest I hate having to rush myself. I look back at my recent post and they just fall FLAT. Flat as in the colors are just boring as heck. Lineart? I don’t really like. Not only that but everything feels so unpolished

My anatomy/details

I hate the fact I miss crucial details of my chat starts or even other people characters. I mean, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW I DONT EVEN ADD SILKY’s ANTLERS 99% of the time? That bothers me. And I see other people add them and I’m just “well damn I’m so lazy I can’t even add antlers on my own fucking character”.

Not to mention the poses. Everything feels so stiff with me. So dang stiff that you may as well call my art wood and use it as a support beam. I hate how I don’t use references for my art. Maybe If I used them more and actually took my time stuff wouldn't look like your average horrific Netflix Original cartoon of some movie.

Backgrounds/minor objects.

Do not get me started. I hate all of them. They look so low effort. I mean, I know I can do better with them! But it seems like I worry about the main characters so much. In fact, I feel the background just falls flat or blends in too much with the characters that it looks. Messy. If I draw a cup, i'll skip over details and it will look awful! Which isnt good, as it shows im lacking severly.

Time

And for time I rush. I feel like I have to literally push things out by day’s end and well…it affects my art. Lately o just been so focus on the hour and time it just makes the art suffer. Even if no one else sees it I do. I love my painted style, but it takes quite some time. And forgive me but I hate just doing sketches to and posting it. I prefer my art to be colored in and all the way. Now im not saying i dont like it when other people sketch. That would be a dick-head move of me.

Some days I fear if I don’t post or read inboxes everyone is going to think I purely abandoned them. I try to focus on my page. but just giving them a sketch at the end well...it makes me feel as if I just dissapointed them. I think to myself and say "I could have done better than that. Why did you even do that in the first place {Name}. "

I have like so much on my agenda and plans and then i realize I can’t do it all in one day. Hell sometimes I just make one day spefically on one subject.

If that day was animation day; I focus on an animatic.

If a certain day is art day and I want to set up my commission page (which is so messy I deleted it) then that’s the settled day. But I feel like I’m going so slow. It's like I am running out of time, and time is just passing by as I look at my clock.

And I'm not blaming anyone it's just my stupid head that makes me feel this way. I know no one is trying to rush me. But head is like "Oh but what if- and why not-". It bothers me. It clouds my vision and i don't realize in reality...no one is saying the things my brain is saying. Sometimes I feel like I'm bothering people when i draw their charcaters so much and tag them. I fear they just say 'Aw great it's this one person again."Sometimes I feel I need to be MORE original. And some days i feel i just need to give up entirely. Some days I think posting everyday will aggervate folks. Sometimes I envy the attention of others, and when I see what they gain or what following I have i look back at myself and say "Well maybe if you did this better than MAYBE you people will be interested in ya". And damn do i slam my head in a wall. Everyone just seems so happy, and yet here I am fretting over if this fucking dog I drew looks remotely interesting. And I just feel it...blends in. Like what is there so special about my art?

MY BLOG

And for this blog, I don't know if I truly have an identity for myself. There's Silky, there is Minty and Syrup, there is Simon and there is Shrimpy. But who do they belong to? What roles do they even serve in this blog? I want them to be my identity. I don't want them being just some sort of character leech. They lack story, they lack purpose, they are thrown in tropes and gag. But what do they relate to? Nothing. Nothing at all. And yeah yeah I know im thinking to DEEP into this. But it's been on my mind so much. And hell call me crazy for talking about them if they are real, but they mean a lot to me. A LOT.

So I tried to make my art interesting here like, i tried referencing images space. I tried adding more anatomy to Snowy since I am tired of doing the usual standing up pose. I even wanted to make the background feel more detailed. I feel a bit better, but I still fear everything is too...eh...bland. Maybe it is just me.

Sorry for the ungodly word of text. I know I shouldn't vent here.

#vent post #artist on tumblr #super mario galaxy #eric velseb #patches bashful #silky silksong #welcome home #mario

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j0kers-light · 9 months

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Hello i know you get this alot but i want to say i love his lighthouse it's amazing lol i hope your requests are open cause i was curious if you can do something spicy between joker and y/n where y/n has been playing games more often and joker seems jealous cause she isn't giving him attention so he would have to get her attention by.....you know👉👈😅 (IT'S EMBARRASSING TO SAY IT)

His Lighthouse: Not Jealous (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Not Jealous - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi, @ambergluskin 🖤✨totally used your request as a mental break while I struggle finish up the chapter update to His Lighthouse. Who loves a good jealous Joker? I do!! He gets all... needy.. #GamerJ is back although he isn't playing the game you think he is lol. I wonder if anyone will guess what video game Y/n is playing. Or the names of her teammates 🤭

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"Left! Left! Left! Dang it Tim! I meant your left!"

Joker was rather curious when he first heard the loud shouts and adorable giggles late at night.

Recently you've been spending more time in the living room than with him in the bedroom. When you weren't on your computer typing away, you were on the couch controlling your player through various levels and campaigns.

Joker understood your line of work was stressful even if you only 'sat around all day.'

It was taxing on the brain to create an entire story from nothing. You needed a mental outlet.

Joker let it slide when you chose your love of gaming to relax. He wasn't worried when you finished your work, ate a quick bite, and hopped online. It was nice to see you smiling and full of life again. J did not like a stressed bunny.

No, Joker got offended when you started ignoring him.

He would try to get you to call it a night or encourage you to eat something heavier than a sandwich but got your sass in return.

It was cute. At first. But then Joker noticed that you were actually irritated whenever he interrupted your game or hounded you to take a break.

Of course he was acting all clingy! You spent more time with your online friends than with him! Joker wanted your attention too..

But make no mistake; Joker was not jealous hearing you compliment and praise these strangers during gameplay.

However he did consider tracking them down and ending their pathetic lives for stealing your attention away from him.

Joker would sit on the couch hoping you'd notice him brooding while the loading screen lit up the dark living room. You would turn his way for a nanosecond until the conversation in your headset took priority over him.

"Omg facts! They dropped a new patch update so I want everyone on their A game. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Tim. Be a good boy and stay on my six. If you get snipped in the first thirty seconds again, bruh oh my god. We'll watch your death in the recap and dog you out!"

You laughed as the map loaded and the camera panned out showing off the area.

It was futuristic and boring looking to Joker but you immediately took interest and guided your team to high advantage points in order to pick off the other team.

"Up high near the tower, Cass. Yeah, yeah ghost em' sis." You were at ease with a controller in hand as your e/c eyes darted across the tv.

Your curls swallowed your headset and only the arm for the speaker was seen poking out from your thick tresses. You looked like a professional gamer. Joker thought it was hot.

"YO! They hoed me!! Avenge me, stop laughing! I thought it was clear!"

Joker rolled his eyes when you leaned back on the couch as you waited for your character to respawn back into the game. It was taking longer than usual and so he got an idea.

It started with scooting closer to you. As if you noticed.

You were back in the game, leaning forward and talking smack through the comms, too focused to catch wind of Joker's schemes. Good. It would make this soooo much easier.

If you wouldn't give him any attention, he would take it by force.

Joker rested his hand on your thigh and kept his focus on the tv. Your eyes flickered over to him for a second before you shot an enemy down with a headshot. Now.. that was definitely hot.

"Yeah! Put some respecK on my name! That was all me son! No scope. Foh is you talking bout?" You paused, listening to your teammate's rowdy response. "We up! Let's keep it that way."

Joker couldn't hear them but knew any sounds you made would be heard instantly.

Which is why he let his fingers walk up your thigh to the band of your lounge shorts. He tugged the drawstrings loose as your player ducked behind a generator.

You cast him a look. "Uhh what're you doing?"

FINALLY! You gave Joker some attention! Too bad you swatted his hands away and returned to your match.

You shook your head and focused back on your team. "Not you JT. Sorry I was distracted. It's nothing."

Joker narrowed his green eyes. He was nothing?? Just what would it take to have your undivided attention? He moved onto phase two of his plan.

Joker leaned forward and licked your collarbone and left a teasing bite to the skin at the base of your neck. You smacked his head like a pesky fly. He noticed you blink rapidly and shift in place.

Progress, but not enough.

Joker chuckled and continued biting and kissing your neck, slowly making you lose focus on your game until..

"Cut it out, I'm mid game." You breathed out.

Joker knew what got you going. His bunny was a sucker for neck kisses and your voice ratted you out. You were enjoying this.

But to play along, Joker raised his hands as a sign of surrender and backed off. You relaxed now that he was gone but it was short lived.

One of your teammates added a kill to win the game and you erupted in joy! "Let's GO!"

The scoreboard and top kill recaps started to play as everyone congratulated one another on another win when it happened.

Joker suddenly pushed you down on the couch and yanked your shorts off. You landed with a huff and he used your shock to rid you of your panties as well.

He brought them up to his nose and took a deep inhale. He smiled at your horrified gaze and shoved them into his pocket for later.

"J what has gotten into? AGH! I uhhh I-I was talking to... um. M-My cat!" You quickly mumbled into your mic.

Were you really still using that lame excuse?

Joker held up a finger to his lips as he helped you spread your legs for him. You looked down at Joker in front of you, free of makeup, eyeing his next meal in delight.

He couldn't hear Cass asking if you were up for another round yet he knew you were debating it. The controller was still in your hand with your thumb over the A button.

"I-I can play a-another game but..." Your eyes flickered down to Joker's.

The mysterious green all but dared you to.

You smirked. You liked playing with fire. "I'm down. I'll meet y'all in the lobby."

So you wanted to keep ignoring him? Joker mirrored your devilish grin and licked his lips. Let's see how long you would last once he commanded all of your attention.

You waited for the new game to load, only this time Joker's calloused thumbs were rubbing circles on your inner thighs as his hot breath fanned over your pussy in soft even pants.

He wasn't doing anything but you were tight as a drum. Joker was content with resting his head on your thigh, humming softly to himself.

You noticed it was the theme of the game you were playing. What a dork. A timer went off on screen. Finally, it was time to start.

"Ughh I hate this map. JT... come thru for ya girl." You whined but winced when J's nails dug into your thigh.

You didn't think much of it. It was the only warning you got to watch your mouth.

The game began and you took off searching for cover but had to act fast to avoid a melee by an opposing player. "AH! They got shooters n' hunters in these streets!"

Everything was going well. You let the others score kills while you played defense for a change. You almost forgot about Joker nestled between your legs until you slipped up and said something stupid.

"I forgot about the power ups on this map! They got the uhh.. is that a bazooka? Please omg someone help me!"

You laugh cried into your mic and ran. JT was the closest to your location so you called out to him. "Daddy please help me! I'm gone die!"

This time Joker was close enough to hear this JT guy's response when he shouted back.

"Hang on baby, daddy's coming." His amused voice irked Joker instantly. Did you just call him... and did he...

Who the f__k....?

So that's how it was gonna be? Aight. See... Now you were asking for it. Joker hadn't killed anyone in a while but today might be the day to break his streak.

Joker didn't care if you were mid game or that your friends could hear you. He let his intrusive thoughts get the better of him and simply acted.

He latched onto your clit and began sucking like his life depended on it. Of course— you screamed.

It was no surprise that your player was killed; you could care less with the way Joker held onto your hips and flickered his tongue over your bud. No warning. No warmup. Just straight to business.

Could he blame you for the noises you made? Absolutely not, in fact, he wanted to hear more.

Your teammates panicked and asked if you were okay.

Joker hummed, letting the vibration drive you nuts, before he leaned down and lapped at the juices escaping your pussy. That only made you squeak even louder.

'Y/n! Are you alright? Your player didn't respawn?!"

"She died and glitched into the wall, that's so OP!"

"D__n girl, you couldn't wait till I got there? Poor baby."

They all talked your head off but you were too busy clawing at Joker's hair to hear. He wasn't budging no matter how hard you tried pushing him away. It only made him pick up his intensity after hearing that guy flirt with you more.

Who did he think he was? Is he the reason why you spent so much time playing video games recently?

Were you cheating on him? Did you like this other guy more? Joker couldn't think straight! The only thing he could do was take out his frustration on your pussy.

He shifted his weight to free up a hand. Then suddenly two fingers were plunged into your wet hole.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your scream.

On the tv, your team was down a player but still managed to secure a win. Your player was still glitched out in the map's wall. The real Y/n wasn't too far behind.

You've been so busy recently that you and J had yet to have sex this week. It would not take much to send you over the edge and it seemed like Joker knew that.

He curled his fingers just right to hit your g spot and you saw stars. You couldn't muffle your broken sob fast enough.

"Girl. Is you crying?"

"Y/n chill, it's just a game! If you want, we can report that glitch tho. That was not bueno."

Joker chuckled when your legs started to shake beside his ears. He could hear your climax rushing up to the surface, he was scissoring you so fast.

"You close baby?"

Your entire body froze. Surely you heard that wrong. You glanced down at Joker but he looked absolutely furious. Yeah you heard that right and so did Joker.

One minute you were reaching an orgasm, the next Joker ripped your headset off (tossing it who knows where) and had you flat on your back.

"What did he say, Bunny? Hmm? You close baby? How does he know what ya sound like? Don'T tell me you've been a bad bunny this week and uhhh... played with others?" Joker growled as he pumped his fingers even faster into your pussy. His hand was completely soaked with your juices.

Now that the mic wasn't picking up your voice, you moaned loudly. "No! I.. J, please! I-I don't know what he's on a-about!!"

Joker added a third finger and used his other hand to grab your throat. You drew a deep breath right as he squeezed.

"Ya thinK I'm dumb Y/n? Calling him daddy in frontT of me? Bad move cuz I heard him.You like that? Being called a baby? Let's show em' just.. how.. close ya are baby doll. Cum Y/n. I won'T tell ya twice."

His palm connected with your clit with each slam of his fingers, sending bolts of lightning throughout your body. You were unraveling at the seams.

"Hmm, your legs are trembling Princess. Good. Girl."

A week's worth of stress was being unleashed from your body and it didn't know what to do with itself. You finally let J have all of your attention.

You grabbed onto Joker's forearms and bared down with a loud wail. He loosened his grip on your neck so you could scream and he laughed at the sopping mess you made of his fingers when you came.

"That'sss it my Light. Get loud.. it's all for meee."

Joker's jealousy was rearing its ugly head but there wasn't much you could do when your own was on the verge of shutting down. It felt so good it hurt, yet you couldn't stop cumming.

Joker must've noticed since he prolonged your orgasm and unknowingly guided you into another. Your body felt on fire and J's fingers squelching in and out of your pussy was making things worse.

You came again but this time you pushed Joker's hand away so you could curl up into a ball on the couch.

That just wouldn't do.

"Oh nooo no no! Is my Bunny tryna.. run away? Did I.. say you could?" Joker growled. He pushed your wireless controller off the couch and it landed on the floor while simultaneously powering the system off.

The entire room was plunged into darkness with Joker's eerie green eyes hovering over you as the only light source. It was both creepy yet hot at the same time.

"J please.."

He didn't care much for your pleas and sucked his teeth.

He bent down to flip you over. You quickly caught your weight on your hands and knees right as Joker pushed your head down further into the cushions. "Joker, wait!"

"Shut. Up. I wanted your uhhh, attention all week but you were sooo busy.. with that stupid game of yours. With.. him. Mmm, now I gotcha righT.. where I want ya." Joker smacked your rear and the loud crack it made echoed throughout the silent room.

He wished there was some light to see your skin ripple from the impact. Your body was so amazing to watch.

Your soft whimpers were music to his ears and with two delicious orgasms squeezed out of you, Joker literally slipped right in.

That didn't mean you didn't feel the stretch from his entry. Your back bowed like a cat feeling Joker slide into your pussy with one thrust. Your moan got caught in your throat, you were so overwhelmed.

"Shh shhh I know. I know, you take me sooo well bunny." Joker's words were pure sugar but his actions were the exact opposite.

He bit the skin at your shoulder as his hips rammed into yours. He gave you no time to adjust before he found a good brutal pace to pour out all of his pent up frustration to.

Was he jealous? Yes.

Would he have gotten over it? Ehh perhaps, but once he heard another man call you baby, Joker couldn't think straight.

"I want his username. I-I'll hunt him down and mmm, f__k! Work with me here, Y/n. Relax and ha, let me in. Ahh, I'll kill him for talkin to ya like that. Only I get to call you p-pretty names.. ya got thaT, bunny?" J arched an eyebrow when you didn't respond.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled hard. Your neck almost snapped with the motion. "I said... do you got that Bunny?"

What was Joker talking about?

Your head was foggy and you honestly didn't hear a word he said but if you thought his dick was splitting you in half now, if you didn't respond, J would blow your back out as punishment and he would enjoy doing it.

You gathered all the brain cells you had left to respond.

It was more moans than words but it would have to do. "Yessss! Yes sir!"

Well that was new. Joker kinda liked the sound of sir escaping your lips. Maybe a little too much. It made him throb inside of you like a heartbeat.

He groaned and drilled his dick deeper into your pussy to chase after that feeling. The grip he had on your hips would bruise but that was nothing new.

Joker tipped his head back and laughed once he felt himself inevitably getting closer to his release. You just had that effect on him.

You were probably brain dead right about now, (you had a tendency to get cock drunk fairly easily) not like Joker minded, but your pleasure was always his top priority. He couldn't finish unless you were satisfied.

"Bunny? Are ya still with me?"Joker bent down to kiss up your spine until he made it to your ear.

You turned your head and locked eyes with glowing emeralds. You couldn't look away.

"Need ya to cum.. again. Can you do thaT? For mee?" J kissed your cheek and rocked his hips deeper within you, groaning loudly for once.

He covered your hands with his own on the arm of the couch and picked up the pace. The intimate gesture had you right there near the edge, ready to jump over. You nodded your head frantically.

Your body was ready to crash any second but just because J asked you nicely, you'd muster up the energy to cum again.

Joker had never been more proud of his Light. The second he felt your walls begin to flutter around his cock, he hugged your body closer to him and bucked his hips uncontrollably.

You were so tight and incredibly wet, it was insane. You were his. His bunny, his baby doll, his Sugar, his Princess, his Light. The list went on and on. He was probably missing a few pet names. The point is.. you were his, no one else's.

Was Joker jealous? Without a doubt. Yes.

Joker moaned your name right in your ear as his cock painted your walls white. He left kisses on any available patch of your brown skin and maneuvered you back to lie on the couch. He became the big spoon as he softened inside of you.

Joker was used to a brief moment of silence after sex with you. While you floated back down, Joker let his own afterglow wash over him.

"J?"

He hummed in response and played with a curl of your hair. You loved how affectionate he was right after sex. J was so soft and unlike himself; you could ask him almost anything.

"I.. I'm sorry for neglecting you this week. I didn't mean to make you jealous either." You heard him sigh on your back.

Would he talk about it? You were unsure if this was still soft J or if your patient, but easily irritated Joker had returned.

"Wasn't jealous bunny. It's just.. you don't call me uhhh, daddy so when I hearD it and then he... I just.." J sighed again, this time though more out of frustration.

It was rare that Joker was flustered. This was really bothering him then. You let him gather his thoughts without interrupting.

"You're mine. You're my Light, I don't. Share. I'm gonna kill him."

"Joker, please don't kill my friend. JT's been through enough in his life. It's just harmless banter, I promise. He's older than me so.. I call him that to mock his age. D-Did you want me to call you that? L-Like when we're intimate?" You asked.

You rolled over onto Joker's chest. He let you rest there as he continued to run his fingers through your curly hair, thinking to himself.

Great, another friend he wasn't allowed to kill. At this point, he had a growing list but he had to accept your connections with others.

It was hard for you to make friends so whenever you did make one, they were close. It just took Joker some time to adjust since he was so possessive and if they were male it was more difficult.

Joker caught your hesitant smile and scoffed. "If ya can't say it now, how will you say it in the errr heat of the moment? Besides.... uhh I like sir better."

You paled two shades lighter. "S-Sir? W-When did I say that?"

Joker chuckled and tugged some of your hair in his grasp. You moaned softly and your eyes glazed over.

"Hmmm, my Light is such a slut. Moaning when I pull hair. You like thaT?" He did it again but harder.

"Y-Yes si—" Your eyes widened in realization. Your inner walls tightened around him.

"Ohhh I like that... a loT." Joker thrusted up into you, making you also realize that he never pulled out.

Perhaps you should make Joker jealous more often.

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freesia-writes · 9 months

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*dj khaled voice* another one

Okay but 5 with Echo would be so cute because he is rarely depicted as flirty. I personally don’t believe you can grow up with Fives (and be part of the 501st) without developing some kind of … playfulness lol

- Dang 💛🤟

ALRIGHT it's been long enough on these! Thanks so much for the patience, and thanks so much for the multiple asks! ;) I chose this one, because if I write Crosshair again (especially with that line) I'm gonna be lost in another multi-chapter obsession with that damn magnet. ;) So you can read Sharp Edges or my recent four-part fic over on @spicy-clones if you want some Crosshair action. ;) They're both NSFW though. <3 And I can't deal with Eriadu Tech just yet. It still hurts, somehow?! Soooooo I hope this is satisfying! :D

TCW Echo x GN!Reader. At 79s. As usual. ;) 1.7k words - SFW

“Are you ever gonna join me to dance?” you asked, waggling your eyebrows at the ARC trooper that you’d been toying with for weeks.

“Not on your life,” he answered, and the goateed clone next to him rolled his eyes with dramatic exaggeration.

“I’ll dance with you, pretty little thing,” said Fives, poking his head over Echo’s shoulder.

“Been there, done that,” you poked, and he laughed, shaking his head. You had indeed been there, but it was harmless dancing with him and Jesse, along with a handful of your friends. Echo always sat it out though, preferring to exchange verbal jabs and suggestive comments.

It was an odd dynamic you’d fallen into -- what started out as playful flirtation seemed to stall there, with neither of you appearing to want to take it further. Both of you felt fully convinced that it was just a game, a lighthearted way to have fun and try to ruffle the other’s feathers. There had been a few incidents where you pushed the boundaries, trying to feel him out, but he played along, and the constant mood of humor overshadowed the entire thing to the point where you’d feel like a fool to admit you had feelings for him.

But you did.

Damnit.

He was so wildly intelligent, and beneath his sharp sarcasm and witty retorts you’d caught glimpses of not only incredible depth of thought and complexity of interests, but a kindness and integrity that drew you in. Plus, his elite soldier status was pretty darn sexy in and of itself, and you found yourself wondering what else he might be good at.

But apparently you would never find out, as the two of you were stalled in this flirty game of chicken. So you finally decided to let it go, settling for quips and playful touches while the two of you enjoyed your separate lives, crossing frequently as you enjoyed nights at 79s.

“Come on, Echo,” you crooned, gracing his cheek with the backs of your fingers for a moment and relishing the flash of surprise across his face. “Let’s see those fancy ARC moves. Or are you gonna let Fives keep showing you up?”

He turned on his stool to face you, leaning on the bar counter with an elbow. “You can keep playing with Fives because I don’t think you could handle this,” he retorted, and you laughed in delight. Fives smacked the back of his head lightly, muttering some fond insults, and took your hand, dragging you out to the dance floor. The two of you bopped along to the music, and when it changed to something a little more sultry, you allowed him to come up behind you, placing his hands on your waist and moving against you with a little more intention. Your eyes were on Echo, though, who had pointedly engaged in a conversation with Dogma, and they both looked as though they’d rather be doing literally anything else.

“Are you ever going to cut the playful crap and be real with him?” Fives asked against your ear, pulling you closer against his front as he moved. You were slightly distracted, because the way he gyrated his hips and pulled you along was surprisingly sensual, but when his words sank in fully, your mouth dropped in surprise.

“What do you mean?” you asked, turning your head so he could hear you.

“Come on,” he said sarcastically. “It’s obvious you two have the hots for each other.”

“I thought so at first, but it’s just playful fun,” you answered.

“Hm. I don’t think he sees it that way.”

The night continued with uneventful relaxation -- conversations with a variety of troopers, drinks in a booth with your friends, and the occasional wink flashed at Echo, who would make kissy faces in your direction before turning back to his group. It sent a tingle through your chest though, wondering if perhaps there was a real potential there. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to sit in his lap and mess up that neat military haircut…

But it was not to be.

You didn’t see him for almost two weeks, and part of you wondered if you’d scared him off, or if he had gotten tired of your little game. You tried to push it from your mind, but it simmered. One night, you’d almost succeeded in forgetting about it all, when a few battalions were on shore leave and 79s was particularly packed. You’d been having a great time, laughing with your friends and receiving drinks and compliments from more troopers than you’d ever had.

One in particular was lingering close to you, engaging in conversation with the whole group but making a point to touch your arm, your shoulder, your waist as much as possible without being a gropey pervert. You didn’t really mind, either -- he was asking all kinds of questions about your life and your interests, carrying the conversation effortlessly and peppering it with wit and flattery. He wasn’t quite your type, appearance-wise at least… he did have the standard military crew cut but had accessorized it with a horseshoe mustache that lay heavy across his lip and down the sides of his mouth, all the way to his chin. You’d never been much of a facial hair sort of person, but right now his effervescent personality was making up for it.

As the night went on, the crowd grew more raucous, and it became almost impossible to hear anyone well and even less possible to move around freely. You made a joke, but it was drowned out by a sudden cacophony of howls from a squad in the corner, clad in white and gray armor. The Wolf pack, no doubt. It was answered by an obnoxious symphony of cat calls (and a couple fart noises) from another booth, where you caught sight of the boys in blue, feeling your heart skip a beat as you saw Echo wedged in the middle of a very boisterous Jesse and a more subdued Tup.

Of course fate would have it that he would catch you staring at him just then.

You turned quickly back to Boil, who was tracing light circles on your forearm, tilting his head to fix you with an admiring smile. You couldn’t help but smile in response, and when he asked you to dance, you figured what the hell. He took your arm in his in a disproportionately gentlemanly move and pressed through the crowd to the edge of the dance floor. WHY did you have to be so close to Echo, who was determinedly avoiding your gaze now?

You felt wildly self-conscious about your dancing all of a sudden, trying to lose yourself in the music and the feeling of Boil’s strong arms around you, but your eyes were magnetized to the 501st booth and it took all your effort to keep flicking them away. You eventually just ended up closing them, mind swirling with too many thoughts to track, until a loud voice broke through the noise.

“Oy! Cody wants you upstairs!”

Your eyes flew open to see Echo standing in front of you, being jostled in all directions by the dancing crowd around him. Boil gave a lighthearted shrug, coming around your side, and leaned in to whisper in your ear where you could find him, but all your focus was on Echo, whose face contorted briefly as the trooper’s lips brushed your cheek. With a quick salute, Boil disappeared, leaving you standing there in front of Echo, staring with a hopelessly dumbfounded look on your face.

He moved closer, stepping into your personal space, and the determined look in his eyes paired with the sheer force of his presence and attention had waves of tingles coursing through you. When he placed a hand firmly on your waist, bringing you even nearer, and began to rock to the music, you were about ready to faint. He was barely dancing, if it could even be called that, but you had no complaints, laying your arms across his broad, armored shoulders and clasping them behind his neck. His other hand found your hip, and you looked at him with a wide-eyed, questioning gaze. The smolder in his face was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, and when he lifted a hand to your cheek, you stopped moving completely, absolutely lost in his possessive energy.

“Echo, listen…” you began, but he was slowly leaning in, eyes watching you like a hawk to detect any trace of rejection as his lips drew closer to yours.

There was no trace.

With fireworks exploding behind your eyelids, you closed your eyes and met him halfway, pressing your mouth to his in the most fulfilling, satisfying, electrifying kiss you could have imagined. His hand slid around your waist to your back, pulling you flush against him, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your knees buckled, quite literally, tearing you from him as you dropped a few inches before he caught you with a strong arm and a smile on his face. You stumbled back, regaining your footing with an embarrassed laugh as you looked at him with delighted surprise.

“What was that?!” you yelled over the music, but he took your hand and headed for the front door, jostling through the crowd. You stepped out into the chill night air, ears echoing in the relative silence compared to the cacophony inside, and he led you around the corner, releasing your hand to lean against the wall with a satisfied grin.

“I was tired of your games,” he said, buoyed by the exhilaration of the undeniable affection radiating from your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you admitted, stepping closer to lean against him again and idly trace your fingers along the handprint on his armor.

“Well now that we’re past all the nonsense…” he murmured, eyes twinkling as he tipped your chin with a gentle finger, “What else have you wanted to do for a long time?”

Your response was cut off by his kiss.

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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AGSZC Protecting Each Other's Innocence: Genesis

Genesis was worn out. It had been a long day full of guts and glory, and taking down high-level monsters for ungrateful board members. The only thing he wanted to do was shower and sleep. He scrolled through his emails mindlessly in the elevator, cringing at all he had to do the next day.

Until suddenly, there one was! Genesis almost squeaked in excitement, instantly forgetting his obligations. His eyes watered and he eagerly clicked on the email.

Dear Commander Rhapsodos,

I hope you are having an excellent day. I heard of your exploits in the slums the other day and was impressed you took on that creature singlehandedly.

But more to the point, I am wondering what your thoughts are on the new independent Loveless production showing in district 4. My friend and I went, and while I believe the spirit of Act 1 was fully supported, I feel further acts were lacking in some way, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Perhaps the modern set dressing distracted me.

Additionally, I believe the actress for the part of the goddess was stunning.

What were your thoughts?

Respectfully and gratefully,

Pierre

Genesis smiled graciously as the line about his exploits, pursed his lips for the discussion of the new play, and outright scoffed at the comment on the goddess. Pierre could be such an idiot sometimes, but so stimulating to talk to about Loveless.

Genesis knew his obsession could get grating, so while he teased his friends, he let them off the hook for the majority of his discussions. It was hard, though, to find anyone who would engage with him fully on the subject, and wasn't just interested in himself.

Pierre had stellar timing too; dropping emails only every now and then, but usually right when he needed them most; during trying periods at work or long solo missions.

Sure, he frequented message boards, but no one there seemed to truly understand him, and if he dared remove the protection of a pseudonym, they would only mindlessly agree with him. Pierre always agreed on the most fundamental aspects of the text, but fought back on the minutiae.

Genesis grinned and started typing.

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"Pierre at this Pierreagraph, Cloud," said Zack. "What even is 'maudlin'? Dang, we're going to have to loop Seph in for a bunch of this..."

"Zack, shut up, he'll be here soon! He can't know we're Pierre," hissed Cloud, barely loud enough for Zack to hear.

Angeal ruffled Zack's hair as he set his tray of cafeteria food down.

"He's right, puppy, you're lucky he's finishing reports."

"Who's finishing reports?" Sephiroth asked, following closely behind Angeal.

"Gen. I bet he was up all night again, so he's making up for it," said Zack, stealing a fry.

"Ah, of course. I'm glad he enjoyed the email, though I can't say I'm fully prepared fo-"

The cafeteria doors burst open.

"When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end..." Genesis began, regaling the entire cafeteria with the opening lines to the play.

"...for that," finished Sephiroth. Zack waved eagerly to Genesis, who finished the first stanza while the cafeteria staff hurriedly filled his tray. The faster he was fed, the sooner he'd shut up.

Eventually the commander made his way over to their little table with pep in his step and a twinkle in his eye. The eye bags were invisible under several layers of well-applied makeup, but the crew knew they were there.

"Hello Cloud, Puppy, Sephiroth, and Angeal. How are we today?" he asked, not expecting an answer. "I must tell you, I had the most intellectually stimulating conversation last night with a true lover of the arts. Not that...ZACKARY YOUR SHIRT IS NOT A NAPKIN...not that present company much cares, but my associate, Pierre, caught onto the unsettling nature of acts 2 and 3 of the adaptation I saw the other night..."

Genesis prattled on happily for the rest of lunch, completely unaware that he was feeding spies valuable intel for their next email. It was always a group effort, but they tried their best, and it was totally worth it to see the smile on Gen's face.

#ff7 #sephiroth #cloud strife #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley

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shewhowantsmouseears · 2 months

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magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke. Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him. “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

#morgwing #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack #gosalyn mallard #morgana macawber #fanfic #def influenced by the iruma mafia manga

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iloveyanderes · 1 year

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I don't know why but I've slowly kind of returned to my demon Slayer faze(mostly my tanjiro simping faze) and I suddenly got a great idea, a great yandere idea.

What if the reader was alive during the time of yoriichi and got their entire family killed by muzan right in front of them. For whatever reason he kept you alive.

Eventually you became a demon Slayer and got to meet yoriichi, becoming close because of your hatred of demons.

When you and yoriichi came across muzan you saw this as your chance to kill him and helped yoriichi.

See the reader is a little reckless and doesn't care what they have to do to get what they want, you know yoriichi has a much better chance at defeating muzan so you do everything to protect him.

Even if that means getting pierced in the stomach.

So you died in yoriichi's arms, while Tamayo screams out how freaking close the two of you were too defeating muzan.

In the afterlife you are immediately offered a spot in heaven but instead you go straight to hell where you demand a meeting with the devil himself.

You made a deal with the devil that if he keeps reincarnating you until muzan is dead you would sell your soul to him, with a smile the devil agrees, when your not looking he adds a secret hidden aspect to your contract, where everyone you meet becomes yandere for you, don't blame him it gets very boring down in hell, it's due for some entertainment.

And that's how you reincarnate over and over again, everyone you meet becomes yandere for you, you give massive help to the demon slaying corps, secretly teaching them stuff from your time.

Eventually you get born to some random lady and get taken in by the kamados, where all of them become platonic yandere, preventing you from up and running like you usually do when your old enough.

Then on one snow cold night, when tanjiros out selling coal you finally meet the reason you sold your soul to the devil.

Muzan... At the time you were far to overtaken by rage that you didn't notice the dead bodies of your family members.

Despite being very young you still lounge at him, unknown to you he figured out about your eternal reincarnating and has been tracking you down for a long time, so instead of kill you he tried to capture you.

The moment you figured this out you hid in the forest, knowing dang well you know the forest a lot better than he does.

When he's finally gone you go look back at your house, it was then that you noticed the dead bodies.

Tanjiro coming back from his coal selling heard the sharp sounds of screams and blood.

Let's just say he was absolutely horrified to see his adopted sister screaming and his entire house covered in blood.

He managed to calm you down and the two of you took nezuko down the mountain.

Then a certain friendless man attacked. Without thinking you grabbed tanjiros axe and threw it at him, disturbing him by how speedy and accurate your throw was.

When nezuko protected you and tanjiro giyuu decided to let her live, seeing yours and tanjiros potential he quickly sent you guys to live with his old teacher.

While tanjiro had lots of difficulty you had none at all, you've done this a thousand times having used a different breath for every single one of your lives, so water breathing was easy peasy.

Skipping all the lame stuff, you meet kanao, zenitsu, inosuke, the hashiras but the most important one is you meet tamayo.

In some of your past lives you met her, she instantly recognized you and the two of you had a private chat, one thing you've never down is told her you sold your soul to the devil is because she's like a protective mother hen to you, you do not want to disappoint her.

The hashiras slowly become yandere for you, you save rengokus life, prevent uzui from retirement, help a bunch of people.

Life is good, but then after a bunch of guilt you decide to spill the beans.

At first their cool with you being reincarnated over and over again to stop muzan but when you get to the part where you sold your soul to the devil they will not be happy.

The ending is a little controversial but one thing that does happen is their planning to capture muzan, the contract won't have to follow if muzan doesn't die.

They will NOT allow your soul to go into the impure hands of the devil.

Meanwhile hell the devil is watching this with an amusing smile on his face, he really didn't care about not getting your soul, this was the greatest entertainment hes gotten in hundreds of thousands of years.

The end

#yandere #yandere imagine #yandere idea #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere tanjiro #platonic yandere #yoriichi watching this mess feom the afterlife #yandere muzan #yandere demon Slayer corps

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caramelizedn · 2 years

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just relaxing

benny “the jet” rodriguez x reader (y/n) joins the sandlot boys’ sleepover in the tree house. [benny and (y/n) are dating]

“hey (y/n)!”

a smile stretched across your face after hearing your boyfriend’s voice. “hey, benny.” you greeted affectionately. he jogged up to you and took your hand in his. “the boys are having a sleepover at the treehouse, wanna come?” he asked. “sure, i just gotta grab some stuff,” you pulled him as you walked, “you should come with.”

“okay, okay.”

you rushed out of your house, in pajamas, with a duffle bag full of pillows and blankets. “c’mon, lets go!” you grabbed benny’s hand and dragged him along—a common theme in your relationship. you and benny laughed the entire way, never letting go of each other’s hands. benny led you to the tree house, the boys inside whining about your presence. “you brought (y/n)? c’mon man it’s supposed to be our night!” benny rolled his eyes as the both of you climb up the ladder. “ease up, blockheads.” he guided you towards the corner, where you laid out your pillows and blankets. “who’s that?” some kid you didn’t know asks. you were gone on vacation for a week, so benny never got to tell you about this kid. you guessed it had just slipped his mind when you got back from your trip. “oh yeah! you’ve never met (y/n).” ham realized, all the boys agreeing with him. “benny and (y/n) have been going steady since last year.” “yeah, yeah! i bet they make out everyday.” “not true!” “yeah, but you wish it was!” you laughed loudly, causing stares to come your way. “so, new kid. you got a name?” you wrapped your arm around benny’s shoulders, grinning at the new kid. “scotty smalls.” he said, fiddling with his thumbs. you stepped over the others’ stuff and held out your hand. he gladly took it. then, you went to sit down on your little nest, pulling benny down with you. “hey, cutie.” “don’t call me that, it’s embarrassing.” he chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. you latch onto him like a koala, “but you love it when i embarrass youuu.” benny rolled his eyes playfully, prying you off of him. “get off of meeeee.” he dragged the last word, making fun of you. you laughed softly, guiding yourself to his back. wrapping an arm around his neck, you pretend to choke him. “you’re gonna have to drag me off of you” benny chuckled, and played along. you both wrestled for a bit, trying not to move too much since it was a confined space. the little fight eventually ended in cuddles and giggles. “okay. quiet, you guys.” everyone kept talking. “quiet! are you trying to wake it up? it just went to bed.” “what just went to bed?” “shhhhh!” “the beast.” “oh yeah!” “shhhhhhh!” “jeez” “dang” squints hushed everyone, then proceeded to tell the supposedly real story about “the beast”. you scoffed light-heartedly. you knew the story wasn’t true—you talk to mr. mertle and play with hercules sometimes, but you didn’t wanna ruin their fun. leaning your head against benny’s chest, you squeezed his hand. you smirked at him. in a way, you were taunting him. benny tried to act tough. god, he’s adorable. “do you really believe it?” you whispered. “of course i do, how could you not?” benny reasoned. suddenly the candles were blown out, and you were left with simple eye contact with your boyfriend. you let out an airy laugh before giving him a peck on the lips and tucking yourself in. you felt benny wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close.

your eyes fluttered open, the feeling of benny long gone. it was still dark outside… propping yourself up, you lazily leaned on your forearm. benny was probably out on the grass. it seemed like he took some blankets too. “is it that hot in there?” you smiled, climbing down the ladder to see benny stargazing on the grass. he scooted over to give you space “yeah, it’s pretty stuffy.” he slung his arm over your shoulder. you tiredly leaned your head on his shoulder. to which he leaned his on your head. the next few minutes were comfortable silence—the faint sound of the wind lulling you to sleep.

“GROSS, GUYS! YOU COULDN’T WAIT ‘TIL LATER??”

“OH (Y/N), MY DARLING LOVER! KISS ME!”

“shut it!”

#benny rodriguez x reader #benny rodriguez #bennythejetrodriguez #the sandlot #sandlot x reader #established relationship #benjaminfranklinrodriguez

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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HHP - Chapter 11 Part 1 (18+MDNI)

God dang we need a break from all the smut, nearly every chapter thus far lol. Heeseung/Ethan! Quit being so needy!

Warnings: Yeah...lots of smut and just...smut is smut, its kind of kinky in this one because...y/n is 'thanking' Heeseung for his gift.

Anyhow, chapter 11 is long, i dont know exactly how many parts it's split into yet, but two parts for now, and tomorrow the rest should be posted. I'll need to show MT some love since i've been working on HHP because you all been digging it so much. I promise MT chapters will be posted this week.

Can i just say though, chapter 11 is probably my favorite. you'll see why. it's just everything...literally everything. Please make sure you read the parts in order because...it's imperative. Enjoy!

Throughout the week you and Heeseung, aside from your busy workload and schedules with classes, placed the terrible event that occurred with Tiff and Scott behind. No doubt, picking out the materials, colors, and designs for the house that Heeseung intended to have built for you helped immensely. The gift was so overwhelming, you still found it hard to express your gratitude, even after you had spent an entire Friday evening showing it through a manner that he deeply appreciated. What a night that was….

-Flashback-

“Ah! Fuck!” Heeseung groans.

Slurping the tip, your mouth is glossed over with saliva and the juices of your labor. After you were able to emotionally recover from the encounter with Scott and Tiff, you wanted to do something nice for Heeseung, the man who not only protected you, nurtured you, and comforted your soul with his fierce, yet gentle, warmth and passion, but was displaying proof of his efforts to show how much he was willing to take care of you.

Stroking, sucking, swallowing, and showering your neck, mouth, and even your collar bones with his essence, you continued to enslave yourself to his ultimate desires and pleasures.

Sure, you were feeling exhausted, sore, and perhaps even a bit used and abused as he alternated between himself and his Ethan side, tossing you around like a ragdoll throughout the night by his fervent persona, while his calmer Dr. Jeckyll side edged you on a torturous peak, your body had been through so much for God knows how long.

Pleasing and giving your utmost attention between his two sides as they took turns switching in and out, you felt limp and beyond tired. But you didn’t care, tonight was all for him.

It was the least you could do.

“My turn…” Ethan’s ominous smile appears on his handsome face, which a moment ago was dashing, and reflected the image of a prince. Now, it was evil, dark, and threatening while still retaining an attractive appeal. Really attractive.

You felt his hands grip your waist as he turns you over, his lithe wrists can be seen from the corner of your eye as you witness his strong hand grab hold on yours, pinning your hand down on the bedding as you feel his weight graze over on top of your naked body, dragging his tip along the back of your thighs as he aligns his frame with yours and burrows his shaft in between your legs.

Arching your back, your rear presses up against his groin, you were so tired that your face was emotionless, your eyes completely lacking any expression as your voice began to disappear from the screaming, the intense moaning, and the yelling that you issued out thus far.

And you loved every minute of it.

Feeling the plumpness of your derriere pressed up against his lower pelvis, Ethan groans against the back of your head as he presses forward.

“Ahhh….you’re craving it aren’t you?”

He expresses lowly, forming a devilish smile as he inhales the scent of your hair.

Slipping inside, his tip smooths its way in you with ease, why wouldn’t it? You lost count on how many times you both came, all you knew was that they took turns cumming in and out of you, either drowning you with his essence, or spraying it as he painted your body with it.

Whichever method they wanted, it didn’t matter, you were there to please them for their kindness and love to you. Even your Eden side, who normally displayed a stance of equality with her Ethan, rendered total submission as her high-pitched moans could be heard begging for Heeseung and Ethan to hurry up and cum from the intensity that she couldn’t take anymore. You also did the same.

Covered in sweat, cum, and glistened with saliva all over, your hair plastered to your face and body, Ethan plunders deep inside as his frame taps yours from the back as he thrusts relentlessly into your body, with you. Your emotionless and tired expression turned into a painful one as you somehow, ironically even after being fucked thoroughly for the tenth, perhaps the eleventh time already, yet you can still feel the slight sting and burn as he stretches you out.

‘I need you to come out…I need a break…’

‘I don’t know if I can take anymore…I’m so tired and restless.’

‘Please…Eden. He…wants you…’

Tapping into your Eden side, just a sliver of energy re-emerges from within your gut as you managed to hold yourself steady against his pelting thrusts. Eden moans, and yet, it was nothing but air as her voice rasps into nothing, fearfully realizing that even your body’s vocal cords had been depleted as she barely gasps.

“Aww…my Eden is here. Good. Daddy missed you baby.” Leaning in as he reached around to grab Eden’s throat, he turns her face to the side as she gasps for air through her straining yelps, her body shifting vigorously from the searing hits, Ethan engages in a feasting kiss, devouring everything she released through her delicate mouth.

When it came to pet names, Ethan loved both, his ‘pretty baby’; you, while also equally loving his ‘babydoll’, Eden. Hearing him distinguish the two sides of you made you realize how well he knew all of you, knowing that he could accurately call out any side no matter the appearance.

You were the same with him and Heeseung.

“E-Ethan!”

“Scream for me!”

“I-I…Ah! Please no!”

“I said fucking scream!” Ethan’s brutal demand was followed by a severity of intense thrusts that had become inhuman in regards to speed and strength. An agonizing Eden suffers the wrath of his length and girth as she screams into his mouth, tears streaming down from the outer corners of her eyes.

“Pl-please….no more…” She pants out.

“Oh? But I’m not done, baby. Don’t you want to show daddy how much you reeeeally love him?”

“Y-yes…I-I do…”

“Then come here babydoll.”

Rendering absolute obedience, Eden lifts her head to be closer to Ethan’s, feeling the acute sense of pain as he bites down at the nook of her neck, speeding up his thrusts yet again.

His last orgasmic release went inside, this time, he wanted to perfect his craft as he pulls out just in time, grabbing on to Eden’s hair as he pulls her up, quickly aligning his shaft towards her face and chest, he ushers her to show her oral appreciation.

“Suck…” he breathlessly states, watching his beautiful equal panting her mouth around his length as she does exactly what he commanded.

Stroking the base of his shaft, he groans out. “Fuck I’m going to cum!” His voice was so deep and hoarse, in fact, Heeseung’s voice was normally deep, yet when he tapped into his Ethan side, his voice would become even more rasping and husky. It was another way to distinguish what side he was displaying, among other features.

Pulling out his length from Eden’s mouth, he strokes and showers his essence over her breasts, where the evidence of Heeseung’s previous spirits remained from when he did the same to you.

Spraying you, tracing the streams with his tip all over your skin, as he tapped your mounds with his bulge, his eyes widened in immense intrigue and pleasure as he watches his Eden render complete obedience to him and takes in every demand he issued.

Tracing his initials on your breasts with his tip, spreading the messy substance all over, he raises the shaft and bids her to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Upon doing so, he taps lightly against it.

“Tell me how much you love what daddy gives you.”

“I…I love it baby.” She spoke truthfully, yet exhaustion hit her like a boulder crashing into her frame.

“Yeah? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“You going to stay with me forever?”

“Yes.”

“You going to be my queen?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He smirks out his whisper as he lifts her by the chin, leaning down and kissing her. Their foreheads glazed with sweat, pressed up against one another, as their nose tips gingerly touch in the passionate exchange of saliva.

“Mmmm….” Eden moans into his mouth.

“Time for a break, babydoll. Switch.” Issuing the demand that Eden reverts to your normal state, as he goes back to his Heeseung side, you felt as if the lights had turned on as your vision becomes clearer and you watch your man appear, ceasing the sinister glare that was just there, developing a snarky yet kinder expression to replace it with.

“Welcome back…baby.” He side-smirks as he narrows his eyes at you. Heeseung, feeling revitalized from his ‘break’ grabs onto your waist and pulls you in.

“Ready?” he lifts a brow, displaying a cocky expression as he looks at you, non-verbally expressing he wanted to hear you answer.

Looking at him with pain, over sense of pleasure, and exhaustion on your face, you nod and breathlessly tell him “…Y-yes.” Knowing that that’s exactly what he wanted to hear, not the truth, which was that you were done. Physically tired and done, barely able to take anymore.

Yet you couldn’t, this was after all, his gift, though you felt that you did more than express your gratitude by now. However, you promised yourself that you would go on until he was completely satisfied, undermining just how much energy and stamina he had. You really should have thought this over earlier, before you wore his favorite lingerie set and told him ‘Do whatever you want with me. I don’t want you to stop until I’ve pleased every inch of you.’

Chuckling, he brings your face in closer, “Good…come here.”

Whining as you felt tears streaming down from the overstimulation, your lips quivered as you felt the sudden sensation of his chest plastered against yours, pressing against your breasts as his sweetened kisses grazes your cheek, incorporating his hot breath and threatening low toned exhales, causing you to tremble as he smirks against your skin. With your face turned off to the side, wincing as you dread for what was about to come, he continues to kiss as he reaches down, his knuckles grazing against your stomach as you already knew what he was reaching for, the solid and firm muscle reaching up as you felt it breaching entrance.

“Mmmm…I love you.” his low growling voice echoes into your brain before you felt him enter.

-End Flashback-

Sitting at your favorite café alone, in a secluded seat, you reach down in between your legs delicately to apply some pressure in between your skirt, using your petticoat to hover over and hide the act so that no one would notice.

‘God I’m so sore…’

Applying pressure with the flatness of your palm somewhat relieved the sting. Dear God, that man knew how to ruin you.

Since he was top of his class and assigned as the class representative to aid the teachers with the distribution of assignments, to include, grading, tutoring, and even teaching the materials whenever the teachers were absent, Heeseung had to go in early to begin the exam preparations with the class as the professor called in sick.

Coordinating a ride for you with Jake, Heeseung drops you off at the café before heading over to campus, since your class didn’t begin for another half hour.

“Stay here and wait for Jake to pick you up. He’s going to pick up Emily first and will text you once he’s nearby. Just sit inside and enjoy your coffee in the meantime.” He instructs you, firmly as he gave off a sense that he didn’t want you out alone away from public eyes, not after what had happened last week.

“Okay.” You responded, issuing a sweet smile as you unbuckled your seatbelt and prepared to get out.

“Jake will pick you and Emily up after your last class, just make sure you stay by Emily the entire time until he drops you off at the house. If I’m running late or not in my room by the time you get there, lock the door. You have your keys, right?”

You nodded as you held on to the spare keys that he had made for you that opened the door to the main entrance of the frat home, and his room.

“Good. I’ll see you later alright?” he reaches a hand at the back of your head as you prepare to step out of the parked car, which was right in front of the café along the curb, merely six feet away from the door.

“Love you.” You softly issued.

“Love you too.” He leans in, while simultaneously pulling you inward with the placement he had on you, placing a tender kiss on your forehead, nose tip, and finally your lips.

Now that you reflected on how he had prepared everything for the sake of your safety when he dropped you off a few minutes ago, the soreness you were relieving with your palm didn’t seem so bad…

A small price to pay for him.

Classes felt dull, which had made sense considering the amount of thrill and passion you were experiencing with Heeseung and Ethan in the bedroom, while also having your special moments such as picking out the designs for the house, you couldn’t help but compare the excitement you felt on your off time with the class sessions.

Finally, after the last class, you walked out as you see Emily waiting right outside for you. Since her last class was in a separate room, she was instructed by Jake to leave a couple minutes early to meet you outside the door. No doubt, Heeseung coordinate that as well.

“Hi Emily.”

“Hey! How was Humanities?”

“Boring.”

“Yeah? Mine too. I swear I can’t wait for the next break, even though we just finished with the summer one.”

You smiled at Emily’s adorable and perky attitude, her voice, matching her bubbly personality as it was high pitched, and almost childish in the manner of how she presented everything. She was like a small doll, always dressing in frills of ruffles and lace with her appealing attire.

“Ready? I think Jake is parked outside now.”

You nodded as you walked side by side with the girl.

“So, what happened last week? I heard some guy was trying take you and that Heeseung’s ex-girlfriend was giving you problems.”

Emily inquired, you continued to stare down at the ground as you walked, nodding.

“Yeah, it wasn’t a pleasant experience, and the guy was huge. I really was scared, but Heeseung took care of it and fortunately, I haven’t seen the guy since, or Tiff for that matter.”

“Is that her name? Tiff?” Emily expressed with a puzzling and somewhat disapproving expression on her face.

“Yeah, her name is Tiffany but she goes by Tiff, I guess.” You chuckled as you noted the girl’s face. Emily looked so young, rather childlike in a way yet there was a sliver of maturity that appealed to her persona, barely though. The young girl gave you Lolita vibes, looking pretty and adorable while she spoke with a playful tone, dressed like a doll, looked incredibly young and was tiny, petite, and short in stature, yet she had certain attributes that reeked of adulthood, mainly her well-endowed breasts. Had it not been for the apparent evidence that the girl was not a girl, but a young woman, you would have thought she was younger than sixteen, which shocked you when you had found out, shortly after meeting her, that she was actually older than you by a few months.

“Well whenever Heeseung can’t pick you up or drop you off, just text or call me, Jake and I love having you around.” Emily states as she holds your hand, skipping slightly ahead as she drags you behind. You smile as you felt the sense of having a sister, since your bond with Emily was very close, considering Jake and Heeseung were close like brothers.

Meeting up with Jake, who was parked along the curb, he greets you both as he hugs and kisses atop Emily’s head. Jake was of decent height, but nowhere near as tall as Heeseung. Yet, compared to Emily, he reigned over her as you watch him bend his neck far down for his lips to reach the silky strands that were delicately pinned with cute little berets that matched her attire.

On your way in being dropped off at the frat house, Emily spots out a small jewelry boutique from the window in the front passenger seat.

“Oh babe! Can we stop over there really quick? I wanted to see if I can pick out something for my sister, her birthday is coming up and I want to send her a gift since I’ve saved up from working from my part time job during breaks.”

“Yeah sure baby.” Jake responds as he steers the car into a parking space.

The three of you go inside the boutique, it was filled with all types of jewelry pieces, some of real gold and silver, others plated, along with gemstones and rare stones.

Looking around as you wait for Emily to pick out a gift with Jake by her side, you roam around with your arms crossed, taking in the sights of all the beautiful pieces on display.

As you walked past the wide display, a pair of rings caught your eye.

Noting the matching pair, one silver and one rose gold, yet they both had the exact same design. Appearing to be plain bands, with no decoration of jewels or emblems, yet the scripture, which appeared to be of an ancient language, decorated the entire circumference of each one.

They looked to be of random patterns and emblems, it was unique and fascinating to you.

Calling over an attendant, you inquired of the rings and asked if you could take a closer look at them.

“Ah yes, let me get Mr. Holbein, he is the one in charge of historical pieces.”

You raised your eyebrows at the mentioning of ‘historical’ as the attendant retrieved the gentleman to gather the rings and present them to you.

“Well hello. I’m Hans Holbein, what can I help you with?”

You pointed at the matching bands and asked about the design and history of the pieces.

“Oh, you’re the first to ask about these. I’m glad though, these are very special.”

Explaining the history of the silver and rose gold bands, he mentioned that they had belonged to an elderly woman, who was born in the 1920’s, and been stationed in Europe as an Army nurse during World War II. Meeting an injured soldier, the pair fell in love, yet were separated and left unknowing of each other’s fate, until the end of the war, when they reunited.

After spending years spent apart and surviving the war, the duo remained in France for a while, where they had the rings custom made, and had the scripture inscribed, which was in the Sumerian language. How the pair were able to find a master to craft the rings and draft the archaic language was left a mystery, according to Mr. Holbein.

“Do you know what the inscription says?” You gently inquired.

Removing the plush ring holder that was fitted inside the wooden box, underneath was a piece of paper that had been rolled up as a scroll.

He explained that the woman had passed on a year after her husband, after many years of living a fruitful life. With the children grown and all away, she donated the rings to the antique jewelry store.

“I saw her bring them in and knew they were special, since my father was a history teacher.” The gentleman, Mr. Holbein explained.

The rolled-up scroll, unraveled, translated the scripture of both bands. The silver ring, when translated, read:

‘He who carries the strength and might of silver, protects his heart of gold.’

The gold band translated to:

“She who carries a heart of gold, will forever be guarded by a silver sword.

“Do you like them?” Mr. Holbein asks.

“I do.”

“Are you intending to wear both? Or is one for someone else?” He inquires.

“One is for my husband…” you state softly.

“Oh, well these have been here for a while and need good owners. Make me a offer and they’re yours.”

You look up at the man, expressing that he was too generous, yet he insisted after explaining that you were the first to ever inquire of the bands, since all the customers inquire on the lavish and expensive pieces that carry diamonds or rare jewels.

“Do you know what size he is?”

You should your head, when suddenly you just remembered, you had a ring that belonged to him hooked up to your pair of keys that he made for you to access the frat home and his room. Recalling how Heeseung didn’t want the rings to become separated, he had the pair connected to one of his rings, intending on getting a proper key chain for you later. You dig into your coat pocket, fetching out the ring, detaching it from the keys. Pairing it with the silver band, and using a tool to compare the two sizes, Mr. Holbein places on his glasses delicately as he examines the ring sizes.

“Well would you look at that? A perfect match.” He claims, noting that the size of the silver ring was the exact same as Heeseung’s ring.

Looking over to you, he presents the gold band with the ancient scripture to you.

“Why don’t you try it on?” he states.

Taking the ring, you place it on your ring finger. It fits.

“Well, if I hadn’t known any better, I’d say that the rings were meant to be passed down to you and this fella.” He smiles as he puts the ring fitting tool away, noting that it wasn’t needed.

Since you opened your first savings account at such a young age, saving up all your allowances and whenever you worked part time throughout your summers in high school, you had quite a bit saved. You always intended to keep it for your future, yet that was hardly the issue since Heeseung had the means to take care of you, yet still, you didn’t want to be presumptuous and felt the need to always establish yourself by your own means, insisting that you would build your own career and earn your own keep and contribute by any means.

Not knowing what to offer, you asked Mr. Holbein what he would consider to be fair. Considering the uniqueness of the pieces, and that they were both pure silver and pure gold, you were prepared to deplete your savings for the pair, as you felt they were perfect for you and Heeseung.

With a most generous offer, Mr. Holbein offers you the rings at such a discounted price, you insisted to pay more. He shook his head with a smile,

“Consider it a wedding gift from me. I’m more than happy to part with them as long as they’re taken care of.”

You expressed your utmost gratitude and paid for the rings, which were kept in the same wooden box that the elderly couple had made when they got the rings. It was old, and very worn with ash burn marks that depicted an image of a Celtic design.

Taking the box, you expressed thanks once more, excited to present your gift to Heeseung.

‘Matching rings…for me and him.’

“Oh y/n, did you get something?” Emily remarks upon seeing the box in your hand.

“Yeah I did.” you smile as you bit down on your bottom lip.

Jake looks at you and smiles. He doesn’t say anything, he merely relies on his instinct that you had gotten something that was going to make Heeseung more than happy.

Jake and Emily drop you off at the frat house. Heeseung’s car wasn’t parked out in the driveway, indicating he was still on campus filling in for the professor.

“You gonna be alright here on your own?” Jake turned back to look at you as you unbuckled your seatbelt, prepared to get out of the backseat of the car.

“Yes, thank you. I have the keys and he told me to lock the doors, plus I think one of his frat brothers is here with his girlfriend.” You noted as you recognized Jimmy Kang, a nice young man who lived in the frat home with his sweet girlfriend who ‘lived’ inside his room in the same manner that you had with Heeseung.

Also recognizing the plates of the vehicle, Jake nods as he and Emily bid you farewell.

“Call us if anything happens. Heeseung should be out shortly.” Jake remarks.

Expressing your gratitude to the pair, you wave goodbye as you enter the frat house, closing the door and locking it. Before making your way up the stairway to the second floor, Jimmy and his girlfriend greet you as they linger out from the kitchen, preparing dinner for the entire frat members and their girlfriends.

“Oh y/n, are you and Heeseung going to be in for dinner? We made barbeque for everyone.”

You expressed gratitude and stated that you and Heeseung would love to join in with everyone, offering if there was anything you could get from the store, in which they gratefully declined, stating they had everything they needed.

“My uncle gave my mom a lot of meat and vegetables for a family celebration. There was too much so they gave me the rest of the uncooked meat and ingredients, there’s a lot.” Jimmy explains.

Thanking them, you tell them that you would be back down after a while to help with cooking and cleanup after Heeseung returns.

Going up the stairs, you enter the room, again locking the door as Heeseung strictly instructed for you to do. It may have seemed overkill, yet whenever he uses that firm tone and looks at you with no smile or even a slight smirk present on his face, you knew that he was serious. If he ever found out that you didn’t do exactly what he outlined, he’d get angry, even if it was towards you, especially considering it was concerning your safety.

Based off your experience, ever since Tiff came into the picture, that one fight that was caused by her discretion taught you that an angry Heeseung wasn’t pleasant to deal with, which ultimately meant that whenever he was angry, so was his Ethan side.

Having an angry Heeseung was scary, and abrasive enough, yet, when his Ethan side comes out with the same emotion, that was even worse. Recalling his violent nature that he displayed towards Scott and Tiff, you couldn’t imagine what that would have looked like had he gone full Ethan. Even though his manner of displaying his displeasure towards you is much less harmful than that of someone else, like Scott or Tiff, you wouldn’t put it past him to take his anger out on you through the manner he had done previously, knowing that it hurt you not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally, to the point where your Eden side came out to express your anger and defense. Yet, you wondered, had you not been angry at all, would she have still come out? Or would you have been left to take on Ethan’s wrath all on your own?

You wonder what triggering points exist that causes you to go Eden, already noting that sex, or the lust of being with Ethan were already the factors that made her come out, yet you wondered if there were more, such as being angry or upset.

A text message comes in that snaps your thoughts.

“Coming home. Are you inside the room?” Heeseung texts.

“Yes.”

“Did you lock the doors?”

“Yes, both of them. Jimmy and his gf are downstairs making everyone dinner.”

“Okay. Just keep the doors locked until I get there.”

“Okay.”

Feeling the rush of excitement rise as you couldn’t wait for Heeseung to get home so you can show him your gift. Well, your other gift, considering you gave him one the other night, which you were still feeling the effects of from the number of times he filled you up.

Right after you had sent your last text to him, you received an incoming call, it was your mother.

“Mom?”

“Oh y/n, how are you? Your dad and I wanted to check up on you, it’s been a couple of weeks since we last heard from you.”

“Oh yea! I’m sorry, I mean to call…”

You briefly explained you got carried away with your studies, and that you were spending time with your boyfriend.

“Ah yes, the fella that you met after the breakup with Samuel, correct?”

Recalling a moment where you explained your breakup with Samuel the night after you received his email months ago, you explained to your mother and father that you had already began dating someone else. Unaware that you had met your boyfriend while you were dating Samuel, you left a lot of details out as you didn’t have the opportunity to explain everything. Well, it would appear now is your chance, especially considering Heeseung had told his family about you.

Explaining everything, from the moment you met Vickey, met her boyfriend, explained their breakup, and Samuel’s email, you explained that since you had already bonded with Heeseung on friendly terms as he was dating your ex-roommate, that upon seeing Samuel’s email, the two of you pursued a relationship. Of course, you left out all the parts of what he did to you that same night you read the email…

At some point of the conversation, you briefly, again leaving out certain details as you didn’t want to…shock them, you left out quite a bit at the mentioning of your encounter with Samuel months back, merely stating that the meeting was unpleasant and that Heeseung helped you out. Leaving it at that, your mother expressed joy and excitement, your father was a bit silent but overall happy at sensing how happy you sounded.

“We should meet the young man.” Your father stated.

Your smile disappeared as your breath hitched. You knew how your father was, considering you were the only daughter and his little girl.

“Um..sure, we can meet up sometime.”

“What about this weekend? You guys should be having a small break because it’s a national holiday.”

“Oh…yeah. Well let me check with him and his schedule because the drive, I’ll need to see if he’s-“

“Don’t be silly sweetpea, your mother and I will drive there. One of my old friends is up that way, we will stay at his place and treat you both to dinner.” Your father insisted. You gulped in response.

“Oh…that sounds nice.” Noting that even before Samuel became…well a jerk to say the least, in high school before the steroid usage, when he was well liked, you recall when your father met Samuel during a football game that you attended, dragging your parents along to support Samuel’s team, and introducing him to them. Needless to say, your father was polite but kept an eye on him like a hawk whenever the boy approached you.

After the game, you remembered the conversation that occurred during the car ride home as your father drove with your mother in the front passenger seat, and you seated in the back.

“I don’t like him.” Your father snaps as he drove.

“Honey he’s a nice boy, it’s your first time meeting him, give him a chance.” Your mother replied.

“Nope. These high school and even the college boys walking around here, I know what they’re after.”

“Papa he’s nice and he really likes me. You seemed like you liked him at the game.”

“I was just being nice to get the boy to relax. He’s threatened by my aura, that proves he’s up to no good.”

You and your mother chuckled.

“Papa promise that whenever you see him, you’re going to be nice.”

“I’ll be nice…. but I still don’t like him.”

Finishing the conversation with your parents, you pondered how the meeting was going to go with Heeseung, knowing that he often taps into his Ethan side and displays his dual personality majority of the time to have a balance of character. Though your parents didn’t know about Ethan…or Eden for that matter, you wondered if your father was going to sense something considering him expressing his dislike for Samuel long before he changed kind of indicated that your father was smart and seemed to have a sixth sense regarding young men.

You hear the front door downstairs shut, with Jimmy greeting Heeseung. Your heart stopped beating as you grabbed the wooden box, shoving it underneath the pillow on the bed as you sat next to it, waiting for Heeseung to enter.

He walks in, graced with a long white sleeve shirt, the sleeves traditionally rolled up a quarter way to reveal a bit of his forearms and a pair of light-colored straight jeans, that were fashioned in a worn-out look with holes exposing his kneecaps. Instead of wearing his black cap, he opted for a matching white one, which equally shared the same method of hiding his eyes, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed as the shadow from the bill graces his face.

Seeing a smirk on his lips as he enters, with his eyes absolutely hidden and nowhere in sight, your heart melted. He always looked like he was shrouded with mystery, and it didn’t help that his tall height and broad shoulders that were accentuated by his shirts through their thin material, made him look irresistible.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” you asked as you remained seated, smiling up at him.

He places a small stack of paperwork and folders down on the console table that was propped up against the wall next to the door, along with his keys that he casually tossed on the surface of the table before looking straight at you, his eyes still covered, remaining still for a moment.

After just a momentary pause, he chuckles as he scoffs out.

“What are you hiding?”

“……What?” you inquired slightly wide eyed. You couldn’t hide your smile, yet you were genuinely trying to figure out how he knew you were hiding something.

“You’re hiding something, I can tell.” He claims, his voice smooth and calm as always.

“What makes you say that?” you asked as you side eyed the ground with your eyes remaining wide in shape, trying to refrain from smiling too much and sincerely interested at how he knew.

“I just know, y/n.” He calmly states with his smirk disappearing as he smacks his lips.

“Now tell me, what are you hiding? Or do I have to find out MY way?” He walks over, licking the inside of his cheek as he sits right next to you on the edge of the bed, leaning in with a tilt on his head to avoid hitting you with his cap as he shoves his nose and lips on the nook of your neck, his hand reaching under your shirt. His hand was cold, the smell of his cedar and mint cologne smacks you in the face as he closes the distance.

Getting two soft kisses in before you felt his mouth latch onto your skin, sucking on it with his hand barely making its way under your shirt, with his palm flat on your ribcage, slowly moving up towards the undercarriage of your breasts, you quickly speak out.

“Okay! Okay, yes, I’m hiding something. It was…well, it was supposed to be a surprise.” You sighed as you grab on to his hand that slowly retracted from under your shirt, which had become warm since it had absorbed the temperature from touching your skin.

Without moving his face away from your neck, he continues to suck and display soft and tender kisses on your skin.

“Oh yeah?” he softly speaks in between his pecks.

“…Yeah.” you softly respond, caving into the sensation.

Moving his kisses upward, right under your jawline, his lips slightly apply pressure, causing you to tilt your head back allowing him more access to place more tenderness right underneath the line resting under your ear.

“Well, what is it baby?” Again, he speaks in between his soft kisses on the most tender parts of your neck and jawline.

Gulping from how good he was making you feel, you found yourself melting into him. Furrowing your brows to stand fast, otherwise risking losing yourself and allowing him to continue, which would have further delayed the presentation of your gift, you place your hand on to his forearm as he grabs on to your waistline and pulls you in to deepen his act of oral fixation that he relentlessly displayed on your neck in a soft nature.

You found it nearly impossible to break free from his grasp. Your head tilts back nearly all the way, your hair draping and reaching the lowest part of your backside as your neck becomes fully exposed. Your hand remained on his forearm as you felt his face tilting more to further access various regions of your smooth neckline. Feeling his kisses, you part your mouth open as you face the ceiling, eyes closed, trying to speak, instead, soft whimpers emerge out of your mouth as his lips move upwards to your jawline once more. You feel his incredibly soft kisses, again…and again….and again……and some more.

“I…need you to stop…”

“Hmm…I don’t think you want me to.”

“I..I can’t…”

“Just tell me baby.”

He continues to speak in between his generous kisses.

“Heeseung…I-“

“Mmhmm?”

His hand roams, making its way back underneath your shirt as the other wraps around your lower backside, grouping the strands of your hair as his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you in deeper. Your breasts press up against his hard and broad chest.

Your face looks away off to the side as his face switches its tilt and starts to kiss the other opposite side of your neck.

Amidst his soft kisses, he whispers with just a hint of a soft tone carried with it.

“Baaaaabyyyyy…you gonna tell me?” he softly breathes against your neck.

“I-I’m trying…”

“Hmph…” He chuckles softly as he kisses your neck once more. “I know you are. Is the big bad wolf distracting you?” he murmurs through his kisses.

“….Yes….”

“Yeah? What else? Tell me, what does the big bad wolf do to you?”

“…. Everything.”

“Yeah? Tell me baby.”

Whimpering as you felt the vibration of his voice tapping your neck as he kisses in between his words, you softly whine out your moans, trembling at the same time.

“Does he lick you?” starting from the base of your neck, he presses the fat part of his tongue on your skin and harshly drags the flat surface of the wet muscle upwards, all the way up to your jawline. Taking both your hands, he applies a double wristlock behind your lower back, leaving you completely trapped as he continues to have you pulled in against his chest, relishing at the sensation of your plush breasts against his hard chest muscles. Upon feeling his tongue leaving a trail of his warm saliva on your throat, you yelp out.

“Y-yes!”

“Mmm…does he like to smell you?” pressing his nose into your neck as you turn your face away in the opposite direction, wriggling your wrists as they remained firmly gripped by his large hands behind your back, you feel the peak sensation as he buries his face into the most sensitive part of your neck and takes deep inhales against your skin.

“Hee-Heeseung!” You whimper and moan out.

“Well, does he?” He takes in another deep inhale, rubbing the tip of his nose against you.

“…Y-yea…”

“What else?”

You remained speechless as you continued to whimper.

“I bet I know.” He calmly states as he kisses. Slightly turning your face away more, beginning to pant, you feel yourself becoming weak with an immense tingling sensation building up in your gut.

“Does he….bite?” the moment he finished his wording, his teeth latches on to your neck, he bites down, hard enough where the pain accompanies the thrill of pleasure.

“Ye-yes! He does! He does…” you gasped out, jumping slightly as your rear detaches from the bedding, only to feel him pull you back down by both, the bite he had on you, and the grip of his wristlock on your lower back. He brings you back down to the seated position you were just in as he pulls you closer to his chest, further the depth of his bite. “H-he…he bites…” you whimper out softly upon feeling him pulling you in, getting used to the sharpness of his bite as he flickers his tongue against your skin with his teeth still latched on, leaving his mark.

Hearing him swallow as his teeth dig in deeper, you hear the gulp travel down his throat as he pinches with his canines. Releasing only for a moment, licking over the punctured marks in your skin, he tilts his head to the other side of your neck.

“Say it.”

Looking away with your neck exposed, you pant and moan out, barely coherent.

“Say it baby.”

You side eyed him with a hint of worry on your expression.

“You know what I want you to say….so say it.” He firmly expresses as he licks the area of your neck opposite of the bite mark he left, he was prepping the area with his saliva, softening the skin.

“Saaaay it.” He whispers.

“..Mmphm…come kiss me and bite me Heeseung.” You moaned out.

With a sweet tender peck on the spot, he follows it up with a bite, decorating both sides of your neck with the markings of his canines.

Yelping, you nearly jumped up once more. Expecting your reaction to repeat from the first bite, he was more prepared for it as he held you tightly, restricting your movement completely as you had no choice but to sit there and feel the sting of his teeth.

After a few seconds, he licks over the mark, followed by a tender kiss as he pulls his head back just slightly to admire his work.

“Mmm…wanna keep going?” he smirks as he tilts his head to look at your face, which had still been looking away.

“I…I do but…I want to give you, my present.” You softly moan out.

Smirking, he hums.

“Hmm…okay, show me, and I’ll eat you later. Big bad wolf will wait.” He remarks, gently releasing you from the wrist lock he had you in.

With his hands resting on your waist, you slightly turn halfway, reaching over and grabbed the small wooden box underneath the pillow.

Looking down at the box, since you were feeling too flushed to make eye contact with him, you presented the art craft of its decorative feature as you held it out with your strong hand, while the other was holding on to his forearm as he maintained his hold on your waist.

“I got this today with Emily and Jake.” You softly stated, still staring at the box with an aloof expression, feeling slightly nervous but focusing so much to not let it show.

He looks down at the box and you feel one of his hands release your waist as the other remains latched on with your hand resting on his forearm. Taking the box gently, he looks at it with a smirk.

He doesn’t immediately say anything but continues to softly smile as he opens the lid. The small creaking sound of the box opening signified its age and craftmanship. He mentally noted it and already found that the box itself was special since it contained so many years of history in its structure, which he appreciated more than you would ever know, since he wasn’t a fan of generic lavish and materialize items.

Heeseung carried a deep love for art in many forms, though he displayed a talent with music, he loved and admired all types of crafts.

Once the box was fully opened, his smirk slowly fades as he sat there with the open box in his hand. With heavy lids, he merely just sat and stared at the rings with his smirk nearly fading in full, just a hint of it remained off the corner of his mouth.

He almost looked tired as his lids lowered, making him look like he was dazed out. He remained as such for a moment, making your heartbeat in an overwhelming sense as you weren’t sure if he liked it or if he was possibly thinking of something else.

“….They’re bands that I got at an antique store…they belonged to a couple that survived World War II together.” You softly spoke as you look at his side profile. He remained quiet, still staring at the bands with the box in his hand, not moving an inch.

“Do…do you like it?” you softly asked, slightly worried from his reaction, or rather, lack thereof.

“Yeah…yeah I do.” He softly states with a low tone, his gaze still on the bands as he faintly nods.

“…You do?” you genuinely asked in a soft yet surprised manner.

“Mmhmm.” Again, he responds without moving or breaking his gaze from the bands. He was so calm and neutral; your level of nervousness rose to a heightened level.

“You would wear the silver one and I wear the gold one.” He softly remarks, looking down at the bedding.

Upon hearing your statement, he finally releases your waist with his other hand, never breaking his gaze on the bands, he takes out the silver band and places the box on his lap. Not once did he look at you, he remained admiring the matching bands.

Slipping on the band on his ring finger, he scoffs.

“How did you get my ring size?”

Explaining that you remembered his ring attached to the two keys he made for you, he nodded with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“Clever girl.” He softly remarks as he stares at the band, now wrapped delicately around his finger.

Picking the box back up from his lap, he takes the gold band and sets the box off to the side, turns to you and takes your hand. Slipping the ring on your finger, he places his hands on his waist and tilts his head, admiring how it looked on you.

He smirks and tilts his head back for you to see his eyes, he raises a brow and chuckles as he asks you what the scripture on the rings meant.

Explaining that the scroll of the translation was inside the box under the display cushion, he turns back around to grab the box and takes out the scroll.

“It’s Sumerian.” He states as he read the contents of the scroll explaining what language the rings were decorated with.

“Yes.”

He continues to read the translation, seeing the meaning of each ring, he blinked a couple of times before turning back around, grabbing the box, and placing the scroll back inside, closing it.

Taking his hand and holding your chin up, he brings you forward as he peers down at you from above from under the bill of his cap. His infamous side smirk displayed on his mouth as he softly chuckles out.

“Hmph…my girl.” His voice was low. It was dangerously low, the lowest it’s ever been, even more than his Ethan side.

Trembling upon hearing the depth of his tone, he leans in while staring deep into your eyes. Closing all but just a hair of a distance between your lips, he softly speaks against them.

“You love me that much?” he asks in a near whisper.

“Yes.” You softly respond, your voice was shaky.

“Huh…how’d I get so lucky?” he smirks as his gaze shift to your lips.

You remained silent; your body continues to tremble.

“I don’t think…it was luck.” You softly murmur out. He raises a brow and hums for an explanation, intrigued by your statement.

After explaining that the rings didn’t need any resizing, that both were a perfect fit, your sentimentality of the situation got the better of you as you told him,

“I don’t know…sometimes, I just feel like I was meant to belong to you.” You slightly shrug your shoulders as you look down at the ring on your finger.

He sits there, eyeing you down with lazy lids as the look of ultimate relaxation graced his face.

“Hmm…I like that.” He merely states, as he leans in and places a warm kiss on your cheek.

“Remind me to find and fall in love with you all over again in the next life.” He whispers against your cheek, “when we get older of course, I’m not going to need that reminder for a while.” He sneakily smiles against your skin.

You chuckle as he hugs you, smothering you with more kisses.

“Oh…one more thing.” You softly state.

“Hmm?”

“….My parents want to drive up here this coming weekend and….meet you.”

“Oh yeah?” he buries his nose on the top of your head, expressing his words very calmly and almost, nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s do it.”

You swallowed nervously as you display a smile, refraining from talking about your father’s protective nature.

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