#I should still be able to set them goddammit

[tobiasdrake]

The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan, Episode 9 - Give Me Your Hand....

I just want nice things for Yuki. But there's still half a season left to go.

(Two parts)

That one's on you, bruh. You practically summoned her by tempting fate like that. Haruhi can feel people minding their own business and enjoying life in her vicinity.

Are we going to get to see the final match of it?

YES I'M STILL BITTER

Well, that's their mistake and they should be made to regret their bad life decisions, Ryoko. Gonna yell even louder now just to make sure they feel my disapproval at their decision to get bed rest instead of what they should be doing: paying attention to me, goddammit.

It sure has. Ryoko says this like she's thrilled to see them getting along so well but once again I'm not sure she still has credibility as a matchmaker.

Yep. There it is.

Ryoko supports Yuki in trying to woo Kyon but she doesn't want her to succeed.

Look at her, Haruhi.

Someone could just pick her up and walk off with her. As someone who routinely picks people up and walks off with them, you should be able to understand the danger here.

The abject terror in her eyes that this ship is actually setting sail. I've been poking fun but, to be serious for a moment.

I'm not sure if Ryoko has romantic feelings for Yuki or not. But I am sure that, whether she does or doesn't, she has a comfortable domesticity with Yuki. Which is now threatened by Yuki, someone whose time Ryoko previously got to monopolize, now setting sail with a potential boyfriend.

It. Sucks. When someone who's been a big part of your life now has to be shared with another person like that. It's so easy to become possessive of a codependent. To become addicted, without even realizing it, to the way that being needed feels.

When you're addicted to being needed, it's too easy to feel threatened when the person who needs you actually has opportunities to expand their life and grow. It can be terrifying to see them flourish. To lose that control, that reliability of having someone whose happiness and wellbeing depends revolves around you.

To suddenly be asking yourself: If this person didn't need me, would they even want me?

Ryoko wants Yuki and Kyon to get together, but Ryoko wants to keep Yuki away from Kyon. This seems like the sort of thing where you'd have to pick one, but I honestly think both desires are genuine. Ryoko wasn't faking it when she supported Yuki's efforts. I think she really, truly, honestly wants Yuki to get what she wants and be happy.

But she also feels threatened by it in a way that she doesn't seem to fully understand. Because she's young and stupid. She hasn't lived a life of self-discovery and mistakes yet. She's actively making her mistakes right now.

She wasn't emotionally prepared for Kyon to threaten her codependency. In fact, she probably doesn't even realize that it is a codependency. I'm sure she's never thought of Yuki in those clinical terms. But now that it's happening, she's terrified of it.

Ryoko may or may not have a romantic attachment to Yuki. I don't know. But this feels deeper than something so petty as a love triangle. Mom Friend Ryoko is staring down the barrel of Empty Nest Syndrome. And she hates it.

Stalkers from right to left:

Ryoko: Grr, my codependent! Haruhi: Grr, my love triangle! Itsuki: I'm just happy to be included.

Itsuki is such a vibe.

Oh holy shit she was fantasizing Kyon and Yuki going out to do the snack run together and being stalked by the rest of the group.

In the middle of this card game, Ryoko abruptly froze up and had an anxiety attack for three minutes. Nobody here has any idea why, but Yuki can relate, I'm sure.

Itsuki calmly pulling out his emergency mental wellbeing kit while Ryoko's frozen and slowly cracking during those three minutes.

Yuki quietly sneaking the Joker into Ryoko's hand while she was frozen and slowly cracking during those three minutes.

Absolutely bloodthirsty play by Yuki, but she learned it from watching you, Ryoko.

Today I learned that Haruhi sleeps like a fucking cat. If there is a person to lay on then she invites herself. Doesn't even matter who. Ryoko's laying there passed out from emotional exhaustion and Haruhi perks up like "Oh shit, nap spot just opened up!"

Either these two are going to have a nice romantic evening or they'll die in the woods. Either way, no skin off Tsuruya's back. These are the risks you accept when you buy from the Crane Shop. It's all there in the Terms and Conditions.

Speaking of which:

HER FAMILY RUNS AN ACTUAL CRANE SHOP

You have no idea how happy that makes me. I don't know if they sell cranes and crane accessories. But. There is a shop. Crane Shop.

To have been in that room just after Yuki and Kyon left, when Ryoko was abruptly woken up by a RED ALERT hitting her Snoop Sense. And then raced out the door, dragging the cat along by the back of her kimono.

Incidentally, there is something hilariously cathartic about someone else treating Haruhi like luggage.

Ryoko putting her codependency into words. It's good that she's worked out why she feels this way. Identifying the problem is the first step to overcoming it.

Ryoko is grieving for a relationship dynamic with Yuki that is coming to an end. If Yuki and Kyon's relationship takes off then things are going to change for Ryoko. That's scary. Especially at a time in your life when a lot of things start to change.

Ryoko feels like she's losing Yuki. She's not. Her relationship with Yuki is simply evolving into a new form. But, quantifiably, there is going to be less Yuki in her life moving forward, and that can be agonizing when so much of her life up to this point has revolved around Yuki.

In a codependency, there is usually a Giver and a Taker. It's so easy to see how the Taker relies on the Giver. But we don't often think about how much the Giver relies on the Taker. But so much of the Giver's identity can become wrapped up in providing for the Taker that they start to lose their own sense of self.

Who even is Ryoko Asakura if she isn't Yuki's Giver?

This is where codependencies risk becoming abusive. The Taker in this relationship just fractured their equilibrium. For a Giver, it is so easy to let that fear and that hurt turn into possession and entitlement. How dare you? Do you have any idea how much I've given you? How much of my life I've sacrificed to be here for you? You're just going to abandon me like this, you ungrateful bitch?

That's not where Ryoko is. But it is the peril of the road she's on right now if she can't identify and come to grips with her feelings and her insecurities.

Which makes it such a good thing that she's sitting here having this conversation with Haruhi and talking it out like this. That she's opening up and letting herself grieve.

UNHELPFUL AS ALWAYS HARUHI THANK YOU

It will. You're wrong. Unhelpful platitude.

Ryoko's relationship with Yuki is going to change. But. Like. That's life. Especially when you're a teenager. What's important is that even though Ryoko's relationship with Yuki is changing, it isn't going to end.

It's going to be different now. Yuki doesn't need Ryoko anymore. But Yuki still wants Ryoko. She wants to sustain this relationship, even outside of the material benefit it provides to her.

And, as frightening as it is to make the jump from being needed to being wanted? In the end, the result is a much more fulfilling relationship with another human being. Even if there is less of it in terms of quantity.

#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #the disappearance of nagato yuki chan #drake watches haruhi suzumiya

[clericofshadows]

so let love reign

Description: Kaidan meets with Admiral Hackett, continues to develop his feelings for Zaeed, and learns some concerning information about a former crew member.

Parings: Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani, Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani/Regis Shepard (past)

Rating: E

Word Count: ~ 12K

Notes: sequel to you got me in a chokehold. A bit rough, but I'm ready to get this out lol.

crossposted on AO3

The alarm Kaidan set went off, filling the quiet, dark room with the sounds of an old heavy metal song from the early 21st century. 

  Right. That was Regis's alarm. 

  A thing they both shared, a love for any kind of metal from any period of time.  

  Kaidan was still snug in Zaeed's arms.  He groaned, loosening his grip around him. "Goddammit, it's already morning?"

  "Afraid so," Kaidan yawned, throwing the sheets off of him and swinging his legs over to the side. "Got to get ready for the meeting."

  "Come here before you get out of bed," Zaeed said. 

  Kaidan smiled and leaned in for a kiss, enjoying it despite the morning breath, both of them hesitating to deepen it else they would get too distracted. 

  After the meeting, perhaps. 

  "I'm going to jump in the shower.  You know where everything is," Kaidan said after they pulled apart. 

  "I'll holler if I don't," Zaeed chuckled. "Go get ready.  I'll freshen up after you."

  Kaidan tugged off his boxers, smirking as he felt his gaze on him as he walked over to the bathroom.

  He took a quick and hot shower, just enough to freshen up and to prepare himself for the meeting ahead.  After he was done, he dried and tamed his curls with some gel.  Enough to make him look out together in a way he didn't feel like he was right now.  

  One day, he'll be able to forgo the shields of a straight-laced, perfect appearance. 

  Not today.  Not tomorrow. 

  One day. 

  Just as he was about to start shaving his growing beard, Zaeed walked into the bathroom.  “Keep it.”

  “Hmm?” Kaidan stopped in his tracks.

  “I said, keep it.  Looks good on you,” he repeated.  “Try out something different for a while.”

  Kaidan didn’t mind having a beard, but he didn’t always want to deal with maintaining it the same way Regis did with his.  Damn near meticulous with his routine, Regis wouldn’t miss it even if the world was ending.  

  And the way things are now… 

  Kaidan shrugged, putting down the razor and washing off his face. "Sure."

  Zaeed was already dressed in a dark pair of jeans, a grey sweater, and his worn leather jacket in his hand.  Kaidan stepped away to grab the dress uniform hanging on the outside of the closet. 

  Soon enough, he was ready to go, shoes polished, uniform pressed and straight.  The perfect Alliance soldier he was supposed to be.  

  "Made some coffee for you.  Still in the pot," Zaeed casually said.  “Couldn’t remember how you made it or else I would’ve brought you a cup.”

  But with Zaeed here?  Maybe Kaidan will start to feel ready for anything.

  Even if just for a moment.

  “Sugar, a little milk, and one of those caramel creamers,” Kaidan said.

  “I’ll be sure to remember.”

  Kaidan knew that Zaeed would, even if they never met up again like this.  "And yours?" Kaidan asked.

  "I like it black with some sugar.  Don't need much to make me happy." He grinned. 

    Kaidan leaned against the kitchen counter, finishing off his cup as Zaeed entered the living room, his bag slung over his shoulder. "I'm ready whenever you are.  I'm going to stop by my place while you're at your meeting and pick up a few more things."

  "Sounds good," Kaidan said, putting the mug in the dishwasher. "We'll head over to my parents tomorrow morning.  That should give us a few days there before I have to go back to the Alliance."

  "You don't think he'll make you return sooner?"

  "He might, but I'm not about to let him," Kaidan admitted. "I believe I have a lot of leverage here, and I'm going to use it to my advantage."

  Regis would be proud. 

  "As you should.  Throw the old bastard off."

  Kaidan smirked. "Anything you want to tell me before going in?"

  "I think bringing you to the damn meeting will throw him off enough.  If it doesn't, ask him about the Frozen Pyjak.  He'll know what it means."

  What the hell is a Frozen Pyjak?

  He couldn't tell if it was an inside joke or the name of some product.  And he wasn't sure if he wanted that search history on his omnitool, even if he was savvy enough to keep it to himself. 

  Kaidan nodded, trying to not betray his bafflement at the whole situation. "I'll keep it in mind."

  "Trust me.  It's one hell of a story," he laughed. "I'll tell you after your meeting."

  "I look forward to it," Kaidan said. "Because when you said you knew Hackett, I was immediately curious."

  "Oh, I'm well aware.  You aren't always subtle. I'm also looking forward to your meeting being over so we can finish what we started this morning."

  "And what would that be?" Kaidan purred, knowing damn well what Zaeed wanted to do. 

  "This time, I want to take care of you.  You don't always need to be in control," Zaeed said, moving to close the distance between them. 

  Yeah, Kaidan really wanted to let Zaeed take him apart. 

  It's been too damn long since he was in the other position.  

  "Don't mess up my damn uniform," Kaidan ordered as Zaeed claimed his mouth, being careful to not mess up his uniform but running a hand through his hair anyway, knocking a few strands loose. 

  "Much better," he said, pulling apart, looking Kaidan up and down with barely concealed lust.  

  Kaidan rolled his eyes. "We better leave before I'm late."

  "I won't let that happen. Come on."

  "Right behind you."

    Zaeed dropped him off at Alliance HQ, waving him off and wishing him luck.  In a moment of boldness, Kaidan brushed a quick peck against his lips before handing him his helmet, walking to the entrance with a small smile on his face. 

  Once inside, he was immediately greeted by a familiar face, a friend of Regis's, Commander Wren Clarkson, a fellow N7 adept who was one of the first biotic N7s alongside Regis. 

  Tall, lithe, and full of biotic power that Kaidan could sense even as he entered the building.  A stark contrast to how Kaidan handles his field these days. 

  Interesting that she was here too, but perhaps not, knowing she was also part of Regis's plans. 

  "Good to see you, Alenko," she greeted. "Wish we were seeing each other under better circumstances."

  "Me too," he said, shaking her hand. "Are you my escort?"

  "Something like that.  We can talk on the way.  Follow me."

  "How have you been?" He asked as they entered the nearest lift. 

  "Busy," she sighed. "Trying to deal with all the chaos that y'all started. No offense."

  "None taken.  I've been dealing with everything day by day."

  "You had quite the interesting companion out there," she commented. "Same guy I saw meet up with the Admiral earlier this week."

  "An old companion of Regis's and mine. It's a small world," Kaidan replied with a wink. 

  "I see." She smiled back. "As you probably already know, this meeting is about as unofficial as we can make it.  What we're going to read you in on is quite sensitive, and I know Admiral Shepard already spelled it out for you."

  "That she did," Kaidan said. "I'm interested in the offers, but I'm going to make it clear about my own expectations."

  "Good. I've always wanted to see you attempt the N trials.  Hell, a lot of us third gens did. But this offer will still get you the stripes, you know, just in a different way."

  "You helped him organize the new program, didn't you?"

  "I did," she said, stepping off the lift and turning a corner. "But I also put your name forward to help take it over."

  "I appreciate that," he admitted. "Regis was always very passionate about his plans."

  "Which made you the best candidate, even if you two completely ignored fraternization rules.  Not that I care about that," she replied, quick to defend herself. "But some higher ups do."

  He often wondered if their relationship would ever eventually bite them in the ass.  Especially after Regis used a Spectre authorization to ensure they could still serve together while declaring their relationship publicly. And after Regis leveraged their relationship to ensure he and Kaidan could serve on the Normandy together. 

  Kaidan knew that the conversation he had with Anderson bothered him throughout their entire mission. 

  One of Regis's worst traits was that he had a revenge streak a mile wide. Could hold a grudge and a judgment forever. 

  Once he had an idea of someone in mind, it was hard for him to change it, good or bad. 

  He was getting better about it on the Normandy, slowly letting his new crew in a way Kaidan never expected.  

  Now all that progress was for fucking nothing. 

  "And Admiral Hackett?" Kaidan asked. 

  "As long as you both got the job done, he never cared.  Still doesn't, for what it's worth." Wren stopped next to a desk, where Hackett's assistant was waiting. "Good luck in there, Kaidan.  I look forward to working with you, if that's what you end up deciding."

  "Thanks, Wren."

  The assistant waved him inside. "He's waiting for you, Lieutenant."

  He nodded and stepped inside the office.  Surprisingly warm and well furnished, with many bookshelves and a couple of potted plants to brighten the room.  The windowsill in the back even had a few succulents, all meticulously groomed. 

  Not at all what he expected. 

  "Close the door behind you, Alenko," Hackett said, seated at his desk. "And go ahead and take a seat."

  Hackett always had a particular aura about him.  The mark of a ruthless soldier.  The type that makes you want to stand to attention the moment you're in a room together.  

  The mark of someone who has seen everything and has little to lose. 

  Almost what Kaidan imagined Regis would turn out to be if he chose to rise through the ranks. 

  But Kaidan didn't quite get that feeling as he sat down, lacing his fingers together in his lap.

  "Interesting driver you had there," he started. "Small world."

  So he did notice. 

  Kaidan allowed himself to smile slightly. "It is a small world, Admiral."

  How much to reveal, how much to say… Will it be useful for him to know?  Or merely a distraction?

  "Did he tell you to ask me about the Frozen Pyjak?" He chuckled.

  Nevermind.  

  Kaidan let his guard down slightly, the meeting already going in a direction he didn't anticipate.  Regis always liked Hackett the most out of all the Admirals he dealt with, citing that he was always the one he felt he could trust the most to not give him any bullshit.   

  "He did," Kaidan confirmed. "That's the only thing he's told me so far."

  "'So far?'" Hackett asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now you've got me at a disadvantage.  You don't have to tell me the full story, but how the hell do you know Massani?"

  There's many ways he can tell this story.  

  He chose the fun way. 

  "A run-in with the Vorcha mafia, 5,000 credits and a bottle of whiskey.  Among other things.  Regis and I have known him for a few years now." Kaidan leaned back in the chair, a smile tugging at his lips. "I know him very well, in fact."

  "I see.  Perhaps our offer will end up being even more perfect for you than I anticipated."

  "How so?" Kaidan asked, crossing his legs. "I got the impression from your message that this meeting wasn't the most official, much like the one I had with Admiral Shepard."

  Is he being too bold?  Probably.  But Hackett almost seemed impressed, as if he expected something entirely different. 

  Kaidan has already proved he's not always the same man he presents on the outside.

  "It's not," he confirmed.  "There's something we're going to spin for you publicly that will have very little in common with what you're going to be doing for us.  If you accept."

  "Fill me in," Kaidan said, keeping his expression neutral. 

  "Hannah already gave you the pertinent details.  A new way to train biotics and to forge them a new path to greatness.  You talked to Clarkson outside.  She's going to be leading new training regimens for new N recruits, expanding on Shepard's ideas for biotic only–or rather, primarily biotic–N soldiers," Hackett began. 

  Kaidan nodded, already familiar with the situation. "Shepard told me all about his ideas, asking for my input.  He decided on Adepts, Vanguards, and biotic-leaning Sentinels getting a special designation like the Destroyers and Shadows."

  "Furies, Slayers, and Paladins.  Alchemists was another he suggested for Sentinels who were particularly biotically inclined," Hackett replied. "And of course, you've been read in on the alternative path to N7."

  "Is that what you have planned for me?" Kaidan asked, leaning forward. 

  "Yes.  After you complete the first level of N training–and I have no doubt you'll manage it–we'll begin sending you on missions of the highest caliber," Hackett continued.  "You and Shepard already encountered the exact threat I want you to focus on."

  Kaidan could tell by his tone he wasn't talking about the Reapers.  

  "You want me to target Cerberus," Kaidan said, realizing at that moment what kind of missions they wanted him for. 

  Experiments on aliens and attacks and assassinations on Alliance… There's plenty to be explored just with the few missions they went on while on the Normandy. Enough to show that something was brewing behind scenes, and it wasn't anything Kaidan wanted to see grow. 

  But what was their goal in all of this?  All the mercs they encountered were human, and yet they were testing on and going after humans, especially Alliance. 

  Hackett nodded, leaning forward. "Exactly.  After what Shepard discovered about them and the data we obtained from Admiral Kahoku, it has become enough of a potential threat."

  "But not enough of one to go about this publicly," Kaidan observed with a hint of bitterness. 

  Hackett didn't comment on his tone. If anything, a bit of it seemed to leech into his reply. "I'm sure you heard the news reports about how he supposedly died.  I remember reading your report as the combat medic.  Publicly, the Alliance is being careful to not draw too much attention to Cerberus.  Privately, we’re working on learning more about the organization and what their goals are as a 'pro-human organization.'" 

  Kaidan could hear the air quotes from a mile away. "And if I accept your offer… what would that look like?"

  "Don't bullshit me, Alenko.  You and I both know you came in here ready to do whatever it takes to go beyond Shepard's footsteps.  No, I'll ask you this: What are you willing to do to ensure that we deal with Cerberus and learn more about the Reaper threat?" Hackett asked, his voice lowering in tone. 

  Kaidan held his head high. "I won't be another Regis Shepard.  You won't get the Butcher of Torfan out of this deal.  You'll be getting Kaidan Alenko.”  His words echoed the promise he gave to Hannah.

  “And if there’s another Torfan?” Hackett challenged, staring him down with a piercing gaze, analyzing him and looking for any weakness. 

  Torfan–that damn mission keeps popping up, as if it was the only way to define a soldier. 

  “Then you’ll get a decision made by me,” Kaidan replied without missing a beat.  “I’m not and never will be as ruthless as Shepard, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make the hard calls.  You only heard part of the conversation about how to approach the Sovereign and Destiny Ascension situation.”

  “If you focus on Sovereign, the Destiny Ascension will likely be lost, and everyone on board with it,” Ashley said, crossing her arms.  “The galaxy will see you as turning your back on the same council that finally gave humanity some representation.  And I’m not sure that’s a situation humanity can handle.”

  “Yes,” Kaidan agreed, glancing over at Ashley before meeting Regis's gaze.  “But stopping Sovereign now will prevent more lives from being lost.  How many ships will the Alliance sacrifice to save the Council and everyone on board?  Sovereign is our goal here, and if we divert, we could lose it all.  It’s your call, Regis.”

  “You agreed with Shepard’s decision to focus on Sovereign?” Hackett asked.  

  “I did.  I would’ve made the same choice.  Who knows what would have happened if we didn’t make the call to deal with Sovereign fast?  You saw how quickly it was tearing apart all the defenses," Kaidan explained, keeping his tone level. 

  It was almost hard for him to admit that, but it was the truth. After everything that led up to that decision, Kaidan knew exactly what he would've done in Regis's place. 

  Hackett looked impressed, a smile tugging at his lips. “Then I believe that is enough to answer my question.  I wanted to see what kind of man you really were, Alenko.  I never wanted another Shepard.  He was a good soldier, but an even greater man.”

  Someone needs to tell the Alliance that.  All they seem to care about is keeping the idea of Commander Shepard alive. 

  “The Alliance doesn’t seem to see it that way.  It’s clear that they want another person like him.  And neither myself nor Williams will be that for them," Kaidan said, pressing his lips firmly together in annoyance. 

  He needs to hide his feelings better about his misgivings with the Alliance's take on Regis's death. 

  As of now, he's not exactly afraid of revealing too much to Hackett about it. 

  “I agree.  And I don't want either one of you to be.” Hackett shook his head, his expression marred by frustration.  “I’ve done my best alongside others to try and pull away from the Shepard narrative, since the committees won’t even authorize us to obtain his damn body."

  "All because it's in Terminus, right?" Kaidan asked, his voice becoming rough with the reminder. 

  "Too messy of a situation politically.  The new Council isn't about to help us either, even if they did have the power to function in the Terminus.  I want to give him the rest he deserves too, but as of now, there's nothing I personally can do," Hackett admitted, almost appearing vulnerable for a moment before his hardened mask emerged once more. 

  Kaidan sighed. "I appreciate it, nonetheless."

  "Back to the situation at hand.  You asked what the offer was?  Well, you go through N1 trials, get a promotion, and start working underneath me and my team directly, while also training and devising new biotic techniques and regimens.  I can see you getting damn near N7 in pure mission prowess in about two, three years if all goes well.  What do you say, Lieutenant?" Hackett said, his commanding tone shining through. 

  Kaidan knew what his answer was going to be right when he walked into the office. 

  He made his position clear, and now, it's time to start working his way up. 

  "I accept, Admiral," Kaidan said. "When do I start?"

  "You'll get your official orders at the end of your leave.  From there, you'll be shipped out to Rio after meeting with Admiral McKinney.  They are already aware of your appointment, but they want to meet with you personally."

  Ian McKinney. The head of the N program.  Another Admiral Regis had a lot of respect for.  Someone Regis always wanted to introduce Kaidan to but never got the chance. 

  Probably hoping that McKinney would be the one to convince him to go through the damn trials. 

  Wherever you are Regis, I hope you're too goddamn smug about my situation. 

  Kaidan nodded. "I will be waiting for the next move.  I look forward to working with you, officially and unofficially."

  Hackett stood up from the desk. "The only way we can truly honor his memory is by moving forward and by making sure his mark he left in the Alliance is seen and heard.  I trust you will ensure it."

  Kaidan stood up and saluted.  Hackett saluted back.  "Dismissed, Lieutenant. And good luck."

  "Thank you, Admiral." 

  Right as Kaidan was about to turn and leave, Hackett said one last thing. "Feel free to keep Massani in the loop.  I asked him to listen in on anything involving Cerberus and the Reapers."

  One hell of a gift.  If Hackett saw the kiss, he didn't comment on it for sure, but that seemed like knowledge enough of how close Kaidan and Zaeed were. 

  "Thank you." Kaidan paused, remembering the conversation he had with Adrian.  "There's also something I should read you in on, but I don't have all the information yet.  You know Adrian Shepard?"

  "Of course.  Brother to Atlas Shepard.  Civilian pilot.  May or may not get himself involved in shadier operations," Hackett listed.  "What about him?"

  "His partner is an asari matriarch, Vikram T'Lara, who is currently a physician on Omega. I'm supposed to get more information from them soon, but Vik saw T'Soni working with a known Shadow Broker agent recently," Kaidan explained, a grim expression written on his face. "Vik was willing to go directly to Aria T'Loak about this, but something tells me this information is going to come at a high cost."

  Hackett's expression darkened. "Shepard never trusted her, he made that very clear in all of his reports.  Keep me informed."

  "I will," Kaidan promised with a nod. "I hope it's nothing, but I don't think it is."

  "I trust your judgment." Hackett activated his omnitool. "I'll send you my direct line."

  Kaidan accepted the information transfer on his omnitool. "The moment I hear something, I'll let you know."

  Hackett nodded, and Kaidan took that as the final dismissal. 

  Wren was waiting for him once more as he left the office. "So," she asked lightly, "how did it go?"

  "I'm taking the N path," Kaidan replied. 

  "Good.  Following in Regis's footsteps?"

  Kaidan narrowed his eyes, stopping in his tracks. "No, I'm forging my own path.  There won't be another Shepard from me."

  "I meant as far as keeping up his program, but I can see how you took it that way. Sorry."

  Kaidan sighed. "This whole situation has me on the defensive."

  "I understand," she said with a nod. "But it seemed like your meeting went well."

  "It did," Kaidan said as they entered the lift. "I'll get more 'official' orders later."

  “Glad to hear it.  I wish you luck on your path.” She smiled.  “Although, I noticed something earlier this morning.  If I didn’t already know who you were and that you were a biotic, I don’t think I would’ve been able to sense you.  It’s like your field is barely there.”

  “A trick Regis taught me,” Kaidan admitted.  “Something he taught himself so that he could be a better asset on infiltration missions.”

  Among other things.  Regis also used it as a defense mechanism, keeping his biotic capabilities close to throw off the enemy later. 

  Kaidan recalled with some satisfaction the sheer surprise T'Soni had for both of their abilities when they reduced her. 

  They stepped out of the lift.  “Not going to teach me?” She asked.  When Kaidan only raised an eyebrow as a reply, she straightened up.  “Ah, I see.  Something to keep up your sleeve.”

  “For now.  I don’t know how applicable it can be for other biotics.  Regis and I always had a type of control that later gens don’t seem to have,” Kaidan said, crossing his arms as they came to a stop in the lobby.  “No offense.”

  “None taken.  L2s are different.  I get it.”

  Not just that.  They learned from each other.  They learned from a ruthless turian mercenary who never cared for the plight of humans and the damage they were doing to their bodies with his lessons.  

  The experiences they had together make any routine training pale in comparison.

  Kaidan had no doubt that he could adapt the technique for other human biotics to use, but it was first and foremost Regis’s technique.  It wasn’t something he was willing to give up just yet.

  Keeping to the “L2s are different” excuse might be the best option for him right now.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll start sharing some of my tricks soon,” Kaidan said with a grin, waving off her comment.  “Just know that I have to have some secrets.”

  “Don’t we all?” She laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear.  “Good luck out there, Alenko.”

  “Same to you, Clarkson.” 

  Kaidan walked out of the building, breathing in the fresh, cool air.  To his surprise, Zaeed was already there, leaning against his motorcycle with a grin on his face.  “So, ready to grab some lunch?”

  “What are you in the mood for?” Kaidan asked, grabbing the helmet and putting it on.  

  Zaeed climbed on the bike.  “Could go for some greasy fried food.”

  Kaidan got on behind him, wrapping his arms around him and perching his head on his shoulder.  “Sounds good to me.  Have a place in mind?”

  “I sure do.”  Zaeed took off from HQ.

  They reached their destination relatively quickly, parking a block away.  Kaidan recognized the area, home to a hole-in-the-wall fried chicken place that was nothing short of excellent.  

  “Good choice,” Kaidan said, reaching out for Zaeed’s hand as they walked across the street. 

  Zaeed laced his fingers with his.  “You’re goddamn right.  Figured you’d be familiar.”

  They walked inside the restaurant together, taking a seat at the nearest booth and glancing over the menu. 

  A waiter came by and took their drink orders, both sticking to water for now. 

  When he came back with their drinks, they decided to split a large order of spicy fried chicken with a selection of sides.  Kaidan opted for the mac and cheese and fried okra, while Zaeed ordered a basket of fries and onion rings.

  “So,” Zaeed said after taking a long sip of his water.  “How did it go?”

  “I accepted the offer to join the N program and to continue Regis’s biotic plans,” Kaidan summarized.  “I’ll give you the full thing once we’re back home.”  Realizing what he just said, he widened his eyes and tried to backtrack, but Zaeed shushed him.

  “It’s only been a day, but I caught myself calling it home, too,” Zaeed admitted.  

  Kaidan sheepishly rubbed his neck.  “It’s all moving really fast, but I guess we were always like that.”

  “Even you and Regis?” He asked.  

  “Not exactly.”  Kaidan took a drink of his water.  “We were friends for a while before we decided to get together, and he was the catalyst there.  Did we ever mention how we met?”

  He shook his head.  “Not in detail.  Something about meeting in biotic training.”

  That’s one way to put it.  Biotic training.

  BAaT still wasn’t easy for him to talk about, even if Regis helped ease his pain about it.

  “Yeah,” Kaidan said, not elaborating further.  Soon, maybe, but not here.  “We were just friends for a couple of years before he made the first move while he was studying for his degree and visiting me and my family.”

  The waiter dropped off their food.  They took a moment to grab something from each plate and basket.  Their conversation lulled as they ate, enjoying each other’s company and the good comfort food.

  As they started to slow down, Kaidan had to ask, “What the hell is a Frozen Pyjak, and what does it have to do with you and Hackett knowing each other?”

  Zaeed grinned, setting down his fork and wiping his hands on a napkin.  “I knew it was bugging the shit out of you.  So, it’s a type of drink, y’know, the kind of thing that a bartender makes if they are pissed off at someone.”

  “Okay…” Kaidan trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows. “Go on,” he said, moving his hand in a circle.

  “The bartender empties their spill pad into a glass, something fancy, and spruces it up with some kind of garnish so it doesn’t look like complete shit.  And they give that to whatever unsuspecting customer that pissed them off.  Terrible business.  Even I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Zaeed hesitated, tilting his head in thought.  “Well, maybe I would.  Anyway, I think it’s goddamn horrid.”

  Kaidan almost felt a little nauseous at the idea of the drink.   “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.  So, what does this have to do with–”

  “I’m getting there,” Zaeed said, picking up his fork and stabbing at the remnants of okra.  “I never told you this, and I probably should’ve, but back in the day, I was nearly Alliance.  Ultimately decided against it, but Hackett and I were in the same group.  Stayed friends even after I left.  Were more than that for a bit as he moved up in the ranks and I became involved in the Blue Suns.”

  Kaidan wasn’t surprised to hear about the relationship part.  Something about the way Zaeed talked about him–a far off look in his eye–spoke of warm nostalgia.  However, hearing that Zaeed was almost Alliance threw him for a loop.

  Feeling like part of the story was missing, Kaidan motioned for him to continue.  

  “Most importantly, he was someone I could rely on after Vido shot me in the face,” Zaeed admitted, absentmindedly rubbing at his scar.  “Helped me out for a while before I got back out there.”

  A deep bond, then.  Kaidan barely knew the details about the scar.  Regis had asked about it, and Zaeed told them about the betrayal and his vow for revenge.

  Still, where does the drink fall into all of this?

  “So when I say that I can trust him, you can too.  Because our whole ‘thing’ started after someone tried to pull that drink shit on me.  Damn near started a bar fight over it.  Got ourselves kicked out, and well, if that someone was willing to lose a local haunt for me, then maybe he’s worth something,” Zaeed finished, a hint of a grin tugging on his lips.

Kaidan chose to not ask what Zaeed might’ve done to piss the bartender off.

  “So, you two became friends all because of a fucked-up drink?” Kaidan asked.

  “Well, the three of us decided to fuck each other after you two got targeted by the vorcha mafia,” Zaeed shot back.  “And after I helped save your asses and almost losing my target.”

  Well, he had a point.  Kaidan conceded, “Fair enough, but I remember us saving your ass when you misjudged how powerful vorcha biotics can be.”

  “Agree to disagree.” Zaeed motioned with his fork, moving to spear the last of the fried okra from Kaidan’s plate.

  “Hey!” He protested, fingers twitching to put the man in a slight Stasis, enough to stall his movement and steal his food back.  “You should’ve ordered more.”

  “That was playing dirty,” Zaeed accused, pointing his fork at him.  “But smooth.  Barely felt like something was wrong before you zapped me out of it.”

  Kaidan shrugged, chewing and swallowing the rest of the okra.  “That’s the point.  What are you going to do about it?”

  “I think you have an idea.”

  “Do I?” 

  Zaeed pushed away his plate and tossed a credit chit on the table. "Yeah, you do.  There’s enough there to cover everything and some extra.  Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  “Lead the way."

    Once back inside his apartment, Kaidan started loosening his collar and taking off his uniform shirt as Zaeed went to the bedroom to drop off his bag.  He hung the uniform jacket on a spare hanger in the laundry before walking towards the bedroom, untucking his undershirt from his dress pants.  

  Zaeed pulled him in for a kiss once he stepped inside.  Kaidan became pliant, allowing him to take charge as he walked them over to the edge of the bed.  They might have been hesitant yesterday, careful to not disturb the careful balance between them.  

  Not anymore.  

  They devoted themselves fully into the embrace.  Zaeed claimed his mouth and tasted him with a passionate ferocity.  Kaidan moaned as Zaeed started to move downward, kissing and nipping down his neck, no longer careful about leaving visible marks.

  He pulled back a moment to take off Kaidan’s undershirt, tossing it on the ground.  Kaidan held up a hand before Zaeed could resume, helping Zaeed tug off his jacket and sweater so they would be skin to skin.  

  With a nod, Zaeed motioned for him to lie back on the bed.  He settled himself amongst the pillows, goading Zaeed to come forward with a flick of his fingers, igniting his corona to settle around him in a soft barrier.

  Zaeed climbed on top of him.  “How would you feel about me putting my mouth on you?” he growled out, his voice rougher than gravel.

  Oh, yes.

  “I would like that a lot,” Kaidan said, looking up at Zaeed, gaze landing on his lips.  “Last night reminded me how gorgeous of a mouth you have.”

  “Yeah?” Zaeed smirked.  “And what if this gorgeous mouth took you apart, one kiss, suck, and lick at a time, to the point where you’ll forget your goddamn name.”

  Kaidan moaned at the idea, spreading his legs apart under his steady gaze.  “And after?  You’ll loosen me up, fuck me as hard as I did to you?”

  “No,” Zaeed purred, caressing a hand up and down Kaidan's chest, scraping blunt nails over his nipples.  “I’m going to make love to you.  Slow and steady, maybe get you to ride me with shaking legs, barely able to find purchase because I already fucked an orgasm out of you.”

  Kaidan sucked in a deep breath. "Fuck, yeah, that's exactly what I want." He grabbed Zaeed's hand and placed it on his covered bulge. "So, get started."

  "Still think you're running the show?" He asked, slowly pulling down the zipper. 

  "I thought you liked me in charge."

  "I do," Zaeed replied, tugging down Kaidan's pants and underwear and taking his straining cock in hand.  Kaidan closed his eyes and gasped, throwing his head back. "But now?  I'm the one who's taking care of you.  Let go, Kaidan, and let someone else take the reins."

  This time, Kaidan let out a whine, tears threatening to leak, the words hitting too close to home. 

  "I know I always want you taking charge, being the one in control.  But tonight, I want you to let go, to let me take care of you the same way I want you to do to me," Regis said, his fingers twisting into a complex mnemonic, trapping Kaidan in a violet glow. 

  Trapped in a vortex of pure biotic pleasure, all Kaidan could do was moan out Regis's name. A plea, a yearning for whatever his love wanted to dish out. 

  "There you go.  Good job, love.  Time to let me take the reins," Regis said, keeping his intense gaze on him.  

  "Please," Kaidan breathed.  "I don't want just your biotics.  I can feel your field anytime I want."

  "I know," Regis said, cupping his face with one hand, the other slowly running down his chest.  "All in due time."

  Zaeed immediately stopped working his cock. "Kaidan, I need you to check in with me.  What color?"

  He must've tensed up, lost in the memory of times long gone. 

  "Green, Zaeed, I swear I'm green," Kaidan replied, wiping his eyes. "Fuck, you just said something too damn similar to Regis."

  He wasn't lying.  He wanted to continue. 

  Zaeed didn't look convinced, moving to lay next to him instead of straddling on top of him.  "Talk to me, Kaid."

  Kaidan closed his eyes. "Right after we dealt with Saren and we were both sent to temporary accommodations on an undamaged part of the Citadel, we celebrated being alive.  The night before Ilos, I took charge and gave him what he needed.  But that night?  I needed the reassurance that he was alive, and he took the role I usually took."

  Kaidan opened his eyes to see Zaeed looking at him with a judgment free gaze, his expression open.  "What happened next?" He asked softly, the gravel of his voice helping to ground him. 

  "He asked me to let go as he pleasured me with his biotics," Kaidan said, blinking away tears. "Wasn't even doing anything like you were doing to me. But the way you said it?  God, it was like he was right there.  You caught me off guard, that's all."

  "Are you sure?" He asked. "I need you to be straight with me, Kaidan."

  Kaidan met his gaze. “I’m sure.  I want this, but… just keep checking in on me, okay?”

  “You tell me to stop, and I will.  You say red, and I’ll take care of you however you need me, got it?”

  "Got it, love," Kaidan said. "I know you'll take care of me."

  "That I will," he confirmed, moving in to cup his face gently.  “What do you want me to do?”

  “You said you wanted to put your mouth on me?  I still would like that a lot,” he breathed out.

  Zaeed kissed him softly in response before making good on his word, starting back down his neck, licking and tasting near his pulse.  Kaidan grasped the sheets tightly as he continued to make his way back down, one little savoring moment at a time.  

  He saw stars the moment Zaeed swallowed him down and hollowed his cheeks, taking him in deeply without hesitation.  

  He cried out when he nearly came in his mouth, his corona starting to flicker.  Zaeed pulled away and placed a biting kiss on his thigh, reading him without hesitation. 

  His biotics always gave him away.  Kaidan had high levels of control unless he was in the bedroom, something he was sometimes embarrassed about. 

  Zaeed always seemed to read Kaidan the best when they were a trio. 

  Kaidan loved that it was still true. 

  “How are you feeling?” he asked and he placed his hands on Kaidan’s legs.

  “Green, love,” Kaidan breathed, meeting his gaze with half-lidded, blown-out eyes, rimmed by a weak biotic field.  “Green,” he repeated, closing his eyes and laying back against the pillow, spreading his legs and turning on his side for better access.

  Zaeed spread apart his cheeks, hands gripped tight on his ass before diving in with his tongue. He lapped at his hole, circling the rim, forcing out moans and gasps from Kaidan. 

  "Please," Kaidan cried out. "Stop teasing!"

  He could almost feel him smirk before he plunged in.  Kaidan let out a high pitched sound, grasping the sheets even tighter.

  Zaeed worked him open with his tongue as Kaidan tried to keep control of his corona, pulsing in and out of pure blue biotic power and letting it wash over him and Zaeed in a jolt of electricity. 

  Zaeed reached around and grasped Kaidan's cock in a loose grip, a sudden jolt of pleasure that had him nearly coming right then and there.  The combination of Zaeed's warm, wet mouth and the grip around him was almost too much, but he didn't want it to stop. 

  Zaeed pulled away with one last lick.  “Think you have enough control left in you to toss me that bottle over there?”

  Kaidan blinked at the request before turning back with a deep breath that turned into a smirk, his fingers twisting into a familiar mnemonic that pulled the bottle of lube right to his hand, catching it barely a shake.  “Always.”

  He nearly launched it across the room instead, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.  Regis would've felt the change in his field and gave him shit over it. 

  “Show off,” he chuckled.  “Doubt you’ll have much left in you after this.”

  "Is that a promise?" Kaidan asked. 

  "If you want it to be," he replied with a smirk. He popped the cap off the bottle, the click loud in the darkened bedroom, only lit by the sun streaming in through the windows.  Zaeed trailed a gentle hand down Kaidan’s tattooed leg, tracing the branches.  Kaidan shuddered underneath the touch, letting it ground and relax him.

  Zaeed pushed a slick finger inside his wet hole, quickly joining it with another.  Kaidan moaned, pressing his face into the pillow as Zaeed continued to work him open, slowly, meticulously, stretching in and out.  

  "Knew you would be tight," Zaeed commented. "But that's okay.  It gives me plenty of time to get you ready for me." 

  Kaidan pushed back on his fingers as a response. 

  By the time Zaeed pushed a third into him, Kaidan was pushing and thrusting back against his fingers, trying to chase his release, trying to reach that one spot. 

  Zaeed pulled out his fingers after brushing against his prostate, Kaidan writhing with pleasure.  Kaidan whined at the loss and spread his legs further apart. 

  "So, I'm going to let you decide how you want to get off," Zaeed said as he pulled off his pants, lightly stroking his long, hard cock. "Want to ride me, only getting off with me inside of you?  What about me fucking you face to face, as I stroke your cock with every thrust, watching you contort with pleasure?  Or, do you want me to rescind my previous promise to make love to you and instead rail you into this mattress," he listed, his voice heavy with lust.  

  Kaidan loved all those ideas.  If they had the time, he wanted them to explore all those options, finding the idea of Zaeed taking charge quite appealing, reminded of all the times that Zaeed put Regis in his place, making his love submit to his whims. 

  Kaidan never really allowed himself to take that position with Zaeed, always either joining Zaeed in the same position of power above Regis, or being the one who tamed the famous merc. 

  Kaidan always considered himself a bit dominant, but he also, on occasion, enjoyed taking a more submissive role. 

  Like now. 

  Regis always claimed he took too long to trust others.  But Kaidan was just as bad sometimes. 

  Now?  Kaidan wasn't about to take away any opportunities to be with Zaeed.  Not when a part of him yearned for him in a way that felt so similar to what he felt for Regis.  

  Maybe he can seek a future with Zaeed, despite the situation that loomed on the horizon, Regis's warnings still echoing in his ears and in his dreams. 

  "Make love to me. I want to see you," he said, turning to face him.  "I need you."

  Zaeed nodded. "Yeah," he breathed out. "I've got you, baby."

  Kaidan smiled at the endearment, letting out a pleased hum. "Then show me that you have me."

  Zaeed wordlessly slicked up his cock. He perched himself over Kaidan and slowly sank inside, a relief and pressure that caused him to moan out Zaeed's name like a damn prayer. 

  "Look at you taking me so well," Zaeed praised. 

  Kaidan's heart skipped, looking up at Zaeed with half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. His face slowly broke out into a smile, shining under the praise. The words I love you were at the tip of his tongue but held back. 

  Once sheathed inside, Zaeed held himself there, resting on his elbows before leaning in to claim Kaidan's mouth with a bruising kiss.  Kaidan kissed back, grabbing onto his back and pulling him in closer, plunging his tongue in Zaeed's mouth before the other man could get a chance.  

  "I'm ready for you," Kaidan said once they broke apart, a string of saliva lingering between them. 

  Zaeed started to move, thrusting shallowly and slowly, working Kaidan up to deeper thrusts.  Kaidan kept his gaze on the man above him, allowing the rest of his walls of control to fall down, letting out loud moans and gasps, nearly arching off the bed. 

  Kaidan loved being vocal in bed, knowing it was something that Regis loved.  Even when Kaidan was in control, he wasn't afraid to let loose and show how he really felt. 

  Zaeed seemed to like it too. 

  Zaeed made good on his promise and made love to him, taking him apart thrust by thrust, hitting that spot inside of him with a perfect precision.  He held onto him, running his hands and fingers down his back, surely leaving marks on the rough, scarred skin, shaking and trembling as he tried to find purchase. 

  He didn’t care.  Kaidan wanted to make Zaeed his.

  Kaidan started to work his cock with every thrust, his biotic field starting to pulse brightly.  He was getting close.

  “Love, I–”

  “You’ll come after I do,” Zaeed said, shutting him up with a kiss, taking his hand away from his cock.  Kaidan whined at the loss, but he didn’t challenge the action, letting Zaeed take charge at the very end.

  Zaeed started to breathe heavily, coming out in sharp grunts.  Kaidan pushed back with every thrust and movement of his hips, chasing his release. 

  "Alright with me coming inside?" He growled out into Kaidan's ear, causing him to shudder. 

  "Please," he moaned, throwing his head back. "I'm so close."

  "Wrap that field around me," he grunted.  "And I'll make you see stars."

  Kaidan weakly waved his hand into the barrier mnemonic, letting his field pulse out around Zaeed.  Zaeed took hold of his cock, grasping it in a tight grip, slamming in deep.

  Kaidan cried out as Zaeed moaned his name, coming deep inside him.  He flared out soon after, his biotic field dissipating in a fizzle of blue electricity, coming all over his hand and his chest.  Zaeed continued to fuck him through the aftershocks.  Kaidan whimpered in overstimulation, causing Zaeed to still his movements. 

  "Shhh, I hear you." A mirror of last night, Zaeed licked his hand clean, keeping his gaze locked onto him. 

  Kaidan wiped the sweat from his brow, his hair curling and no longer gelled down. "Fuck, love, that was exactly one I needed," he breathed out, going limp on the bed, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.  

  Zaeed pulled out of him and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm glad to hear that.  Everything okay?"

  "Yeah," Kaidan sighed in contentment. "I'm good."

  He closed his eyes, feeling like he could doze off, not caring about how sticky he felt nor the come starting to run down his thigh.  

  Zaeed moved to get up. "I'll grab a washcloth.  Need anything else?"

  Kaidan hummed. "Just you."

  "You look like you need more than that," he chuckled, pressing a kiss behind his ear. "Why don't you rest, and I'll take care of you, yeah?"

  "Sounds good," he sighed, stretching out.  "Think I have some juice in the kitchen."

  "Shit, yeah, you biotics need more fuel.  I'll be right back, okay?  Holler if you need me."

  Kaidan made himself comfortable in the sheets, not caring that they needed to be changed yet again.  Right as he heard Zaeed open the bedroom door, he sat up. "Wait, we never talked about my meeting."

  "We have time to discuss it later," Zaeed said, pausing in the doorway, not stopping to slip on any of his discarded clothes. "Let's enjoy ourselves for the moment, alright?"

  Kaidan deflated. "Sorry, yeah, just still on my mind."

  "Thought it went well."

  "It did, but it's a big change."

  "No shit.  You're about to prove yourself to the Alliance.  Not exactly a small order.  Now get comfortable, Alenko, or I'll tie you to that goddamn bed."

  "You say that like it's not something I would enjoy," Kaidan laughed softly, turning on his side to face the doorway. "Even if I'm the one that prefers the tying up part."

  Zaeed rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I remember your preferences quite well. Rest.  I will be back soon."

  He walked away. 

  Kaidan reached for the knitted red and blue blanket he kept at the foot of the bed, wrapping it around him with a sigh.  A blanket that Adrian gave them one day, a gift for their eighth anniversary. 

  The eleventh wasn't that far away. 

  And he'll be spending it in training.  Or on some kind of borderline suicide mission, whatever Hackett was going to throw at him.

  Kaidan yawned, wrapping the blanket around him tighter, the citrus scent comforting him as he closed his eyes. 

  Maybe he can rest, just for a moment. 

    Kaidan blinked himself awake, still wrapped in that blanket, although another one had joined him, one of the throws that was on the couch in the living room. 

  He felt a little sticky and sweaty, nothing yet another shower would fix, but he didn't feel the heat of someone next to him in bed. 

  Instead, Zaeed was sitting at the foot of the bed, his omnitool dim, his joggers loose on his hips.  

  "Did Kaidan and I catch you off guard this morning?" Zaeed asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone, his omnitool active with some kind of call. “You can’t always have the upper hand, Steven.”

  Kaidan couldn't hear the reply.  Must be a private call.  

  Something he really wanted to listen in on.

  "Hell, we both have secrets.  Know that we've let you in on one hell of a precious one."

  Talking about their relationship?

  Kaidan made no move to get up. 

  "Yeah, I said it.  Been a long time since I've felt this way about someone.  Well, would've been multiple someone's if the world wasn't fucked and the universe actually gave a shit."

  Fuck.  Kaidan closed his eyes.

  "I know.  Regis was… shit.  Can't find the fucking words.  That should tell you everything," Zaeed said, his voice catching on Regis's name.  

  There was a long stretch of silence.  

  Zaeed finally spoke up once more. "I don't regret what we had.  In another life?  Yeah, we could've been great.  I'll admit it, you bastard.  But I finally found something that could've caused me to hang up my gun, and I was too damn cowardly to speak up about it."

  No, he and Regis were the cowardly ones.  But selfishly Kaidan knew they wouldn't have quit the Alliance for him. 

  Knowing now that Zaeed might've slowed down his mercenary ways for them?  

  It felt like getting slashed by Vrynnus all over again. 

  "I guess you could say I'm doing something about it now.  But we're both going back out in the field, so who knows where we'll take it.  Thanks for giving him the 'permission' to read me in.  You know he's a stickler for that kind of shit."

  Kaidan could hear the air quotes from a mile away.  He almost had to smile at the last comment.  Yeah, he was a stickler about most things.  

  Still, Kaidan had no idea what to do.  Should he tell Zaeed what he overheard, and tell him all about what he and Regis wanted?

  Zaeed was silent for a few moments, only humming in response.  

  "I heard all about the Spectre Authorization.  Kaidan was the one who came up with that idea, but you know how that worked out for them. Did you sign off on it?" Zaeed laughed. 

  Kaidan did wonder who was involved in that mess.  They got very little blowback after the fact.  Even Mikhailovich had nothing to say about it during the inspection, and Regis made it a point to keep him and Ashley with him for that experience.

  “I know you too well.  Secret romantic.” He sounded fond.  “Don’t deny it.  Listen, I’ve got to go.  Take care of yourself, and since I won’t be able to, keep an eye on Kaidan for me.”

  There was a short moment of silence.  “I’ll tell you the story later.  What, did he not give you all the details?”

  Kaidan gave him enough.  Enough to make him want more, of course.

  “It’s a damn fun one.  I’ll talk to you later.”  Zaeed pressed a button on his omnitool, hanging up without waiting for a reply.

  He turned around.  “I know you’re awake.  Come here.”

  Kaidan made no effort to move, nor did he deny the statement.  “No, you come here.  Where’s that juice you promised me?”

  He rolled his eyes, grabbing an insulated cup from the nightstand and bringing it to him.  “There.  Drink the whole thing.  You were passed out by the time I got back.”

  “Thanks.” Kaidan took the cup from him and popped up the straw, taking a long drink.  “And thank you for the other blanket.”

  “Of course,” he waved it off, settling down on the bed to lie next to him.  Kaidan readjusted the blankets so that they now covered Zaeed as well.

  Zaeed wrapped his arms around him, lying together face to face, fitting their bodies together like the most perfect of puzzles.  “How much did you hear?”

  Kaidan shouldn't have been surprised he was caught in the act. Can't survive long in the business without being aware of your surroundings. 

  Kaidan felt his face heat up.  “Everything from when you asked if we caught him off guard.”

  “So, most of the conversation.” He hummed.  “Nothing to hide, really.”

  “So, you meant it?  About wanting more?”  Kaidan knew he had to look vulnerable, his voice quiet.

  “I did,” Zaeed softly replied.  “We didn’t know each other for long at the time, but you both were different.  For the first time, I wanted to maybe think about settling down."

  "We also wanted more, but we were too cowardly to do a damn thing about it," Kaidan admitted, not quite meeting his gaze. 

  Zaeed shook his head, laughing a little. "So good about communication until it came to our fucking feelings."

  "At least we're talking about it now," Kaidan offered.  

  "Yeah, I suppose we are."

  Kaidan leaned in for a kiss, pressing his lips softly against Zaeed's.  Kaidan parted his lips with his, running a hand through his hair.  

  Maybe now he'll say it. 

  An omnitool pinged, breaking the comfortable atmosphere.  Kaidan groaned when he realized it was his, glaring at it as he checked to see who it was.

  So close.  Goddamn timing. 

A message from both Adrian and Vik in their group chat.

  Vik: So, I have news.  I managed to get a fast flight to Earth, and I’m already in Vancouver.  Let’s just say I was motivated.  If you aren’t opposed, Adrian and I would love to pick you and Massani up.

  Adrian: Ditto.  Vik can work miracles sometimes <3.  Don’t feel pressured, of course.  I promise I won’t spend the whole journey interrogating you two.

  Vik:  And I will make sure of that.

  Kaidan turned the display so Zaeed could read it alongside him.  “Want to take them up on their offer?”

  He shrugged.  “Up to you.”

  Kaidan: What time?  We’re free.  Just let us know so I can get a bag together and straighten up the apartment.

  Adrian: We’ll be by this afternoon, say around 16:00?  Should give us enough time to reach your family’s place right on time for dinner.  And Aurelia said she’s making enough as if we were coming down.

  Kaidan: Now I have to show up.  Can’t let Mom’s cooking go to waste :).  See you then.

  Vik: See you.  Also, how long do you have until your leave is up?

  Kaidan: I still have a few more days. Why?

  Vik: Because I’m going to teach you some tricks only Matriarchs are known to be capable of doing.  Never had the time to teach both you and Reggie but at the very least I can pass something down to you.

  Zaeed snorted.  “Reggie?  And he let Vikram call him that?”

  “Nickname from when he was a kid.  Adrian gave it to him, and then Vik picked up on it soon after.  Regis only let them call him that,” Kaidan said, a sad smile gracing his face.  “Something he hated out loud but secretly liked.” 

  "Would've loved to see his face when they called him that," Zaeed said. 

  "It was a treasure," Kaidan said, clearing his throat.  "Still, I wonder what Vik thinks they could teach me.  I doubt I–"

  Zaeed cut him off. "Please.  I've worked with many asari and most barely even compared to you and Regis biotically.  I guarantee that you'll be able to handle whatever they throw at you."

  Kaidan shrugged. "We'll see."

  Still, he had a point.  Kaidan knew that he and Regis both had a lot of potential but were wary of exploring it due to the debilitating side effects of their implants. 

  And now Kaidan never will find out new techniques with Regis, pushing what it means to be a human biotic. 

  They were such a single unit.

  Zaeed rolled his eyes. "You know you're almost always the deadliest motherfucker in the room.  You're just too damn nice to admit it." 

  "I'm pretty sure Regis had said the same thing to me many times," Kaidan said, rolling over to lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling. 

  "Hell, I don't know how I would've ranked you against each other," Zaeed said, throwing an arm over Kaidan's chest. "Fifty-fifty odds."

  "You know that krogan that was on our squad, Wrex?  He asked me if I could take Regis in a fight," Kaidan said, closing his eyes. 

  "And how did you reply?  Don't tell me you were too goddamn nice about it."

  "No, I told him I could take him," Kaidan replied, opening his eyes.  "And also in a fight.  But we came to the same conclusion.  Best two out of three.  Would've tried to do it after our mission." And we never did, was left unsaid.

  Zaeed barked out a laugh. "You surprise me sometimes.  I know you're never shy, but I'm sure Regis was surprised at you admitting your typical roles out loud."

  When people looked at them, they often assumed Regis was the confident, dominant, in control part of the relationship.  Which was true on the battlefield and day-to-day goings in the Alliance. 

  But Regis rarely craved control in the bedroom.  Suited their needs well.  Kaidan was willing to take control on the battlefield, but he also enjoyed being in charge and taking care of his partners in whatever need they had. 

  So, Regis could often be a bit shy in some situations.  He'll be the first to take Kaidan out on the dancefloor and damn near claim him to the heavy bass of music, but he'll also be the first to stutter if Kaidan was the one to "make his claim" out in public. 

  And Kaidan loved it. 

  "He was, but he didn't mind it. I think Wrex's respect for me went up that day," Kaidan continued. "We had a good crew with us on the Normandy.  Small, but close knit.  I wouldn't have traded it for anything."

  "I know," Zaeed said. "I could tell by your messages that you both found home."

  "That we did," Kaidan sighed, remembering the comforting sounds of the hum of the ship, of familial moments between the four core members of Regis's crew, of watching Joker and Regis bicker for the hundredth time about the most mundane shit. 

  And now home is buried in an icy, empty grave. 

  Zaeed sensed the change in Kaidan's mood and kissed the side of his neck.  "Sorry for bringing it up."

  "One day it'll stop hurting so fucking much," Kaidan said, turning his head to face Zaeed. "But the only way it'll stop is if I keep talking about it."

  "You won't hear me disagree." Zaeed rose up. "And while I would love to lie here all day with you, we need to get ready."

  Kaidan glanced down at his omnitool. "Think we have enough time to soak in the bath?"

  "I think we could make it work," Zaeed replied with a smirk.  "Go get it ready.  I'll strip the bed down."

  Already falling into domesticity with ease.  

  Kaidan wasn't sure how he's going to handle saying goodbye in a few days. 

    They soaked in the bath for a while, helping each other get clean with a few teasing touches before starting to gather their things for a few days at the Alenko's. 

  Soon enough, the apartment was straightened up, their bags were packed, and they were lounging together on the couch, lazily watching whatever was live and waiting for Adrian and Vik to show up. 

  Some time passed in comfortable silence before a knock sounded on the door.  Kaidan unlocked it with his omnitool. 

  Adrian walked inside, clothed in a long jacket and turtleneck.  Holding his hand was Vikram, wearing a similar outfit adorned with a long scarf.  

  Regis would never admit it, but he got his love for making their outfits match from his uncle and his partner. 

  "Hello, hello!" Adrian announced.  "Your chauffeurs have arrived. 

  "What a nice picture," Vik said warmly. "Domesticity looks good on you, Massani."

  "Oh fuck off, Vik," Zaeed laughed, getting up from the couch. "It's nice to meet you, Adrian.  Don't expect a damn tip for driving us."

  They shook hands. "Wouldn't dream of it," Adrian replied.  Kaidan joined the group, waving at Vik who smiled brightly.  

  "Come here, darling," Vik said, holding out their arms. "It's been too long."

  Vik pulled him in for a hug, reigning in their biotic field without a second thought.  They must've sensed Kaidan's tightly bound biotics and adjusted accordingly. "It hasn't been too long," Kaidan replied, pulling away. "Last time was–"

  The funeral.

  Vik cut him off. "I know, but we didn't get much of a chance to talk then.”

  “Fair enough,” Kaidan conceded.  “I suppose we have a lot to talk about?”

  “We do,” they nodded.  “We have time to talk now if you’d prefer?  Back on your property, I still want to teach you some new techniques, but this is unfortunately the real reason why I’m here.”

  Great to see both of them, but once again marred by the circumstances.  Vik looked grim, and Kaidan knew whatever news they had was not going to be good.

  Adrian said, “I’ll go put your bags in the car, Kaidan.”

  “Is this supposed to be confidential?” Kaidan asked, narrowing his eyes.

  “No, no, of course not.  He’s just pretending to be a gentleman,” Vik waved off his concerns.  “But he already knows the basics.  Thought you would be more comfortable with a smaller group.”

  They know him well.  Kaidan relaxed.  “Sorry, yeah, that’s fine.  The bags by the door are mine and Zaeed’s.”

  "I'll go with you, Adrian," Zaeed said, moving to pick up his bag. "Unless you want me here, Kaid?"

  Kaidan saw Adrian mouth 'Kaid' out of the corner of his eye. He chose to ignore him. "I'll fill you in later, if that's alright with you."

  "Of course." He leaned in and kissed his cheek before walking out the door with Adrian.  

  A part of him was a bit worried about what Adrian might do on their trip down, always being a little protective of Regis and eventually Kaidan.  But Zaeed made it clear during their vid call where they stood.  

  Adrian respects that kind of behavior.

  Vik motioned to the couch. "Shall we?"

  They sat down together, a cushion apart.  Kaidan leaned against the arm rest. "So, what's the bad news?"

  Vik frowned.  "Aria was about as forthcoming as I expected."

  "So, she wasn't," Kaidan finished the sentence for them. 

  "Well, mostly," they sighed. "T'Soni made a deal with a Shadow Broker agent, yes, and I know Aria knew why she did.  I also found out around the same time this shit was happening, the Blue Suns were working to deal with the Collectors, and Cerberus was seen on Omega.”

  Kaidan kept his expression neutral.  “And all of this is related?  No way this is some coincidence.”

  “It’s not.  Aria was… unhappy to hear that the Collectors were involved, and she didn’t know about it while all this was going on.  I never heard what the precious cargo was, and she wasn’t forthcoming, knowing that it was something I wanted to know.  I did hear that Cerberus employed T’Soni and her little Shadow Broker agent to intercept the Blue Suns and their transaction with the Collectors,” Vik explained, their expression tight.  

  Kaidan reigned his biotics in, threatening to flare out.  “Wait, T’Soni was working with Cerberus?!   Do you have more than just verbal proof?”

  Vik flicked open their omnitool.  “I have clear enough footage after Adrian doctored it up for me.  Of course, I got this from a friend of a friend.” They winked, but it almost seemed like a reflex.  “Feel free to send this to whomever you trust.”

Kaidan accepted the data transfer.  “And what did Aria want out of you in order to get the information we wanted?”

  Vik’s expression darkened, their eyes coming to life with a violet corona.  “My continued service in Omega, except now making use of my Asari Commando skills alongside my medical skills.  I’m tired, and I’m ready to retire.   She knew it and wanted many more years out of me.”

  Kaidan hadn’t spent a ton of time with Adrian and Vik, but he could tell from a mile away how much they loved each other.  A teasing, easy love.

  The type of love he had with Regis.

  Regis mentioned that Adrian wanted Vik to stay closer to home, and that Vik was talking about retiring to Earth “soon.”

  The exact thing Aria would want to leverage, of course.

  Kaidan wasn’t surprised.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” they waved it off.  “My one weakness.  Adrian Shepard.  She knew it and exploited it.  However, it’s not the only way, not that the other option is any better.  She also wanted something out of you and your Alliance.  What, I don’t know, but she seemed willing to spit out her secrets if you and a liaison came personally.”

  A dead end.  No way the Alliance would be willing to entertain the whims of Omega herself.  Even if it involved a former operative of theirs, no longer how short lived her stint with the Normandy was. 

  Kaidan clenched and unclenched his jaw.  “It’s all a game.  And she knows she has all the right cards.”

  “Exactly.  You can’t do anything about it, because the Alliance is under too much scrutiny with the Citadel Battle and Regis’s death.  I’m not willing to become a slave to Omega any more than I’ve already had.  No one wins, except her,” Vik turned away from him.  “With all this security, the information she has must be something big.”

  “If T’Soni is involved, could be prothean,” Kaidan mused in a bitter tone.  “But I don’t see why that has caused such a stir.”

  “Despite knowing that it was a fucking beacon that got you into this mess?” Vik asked and then tilted their head to the side in thought.  “You have a point.  Could be something like that.  With all the shit that’s going on, I could see a greater interest in learning about the past.  The ones that do know what happened on the Citadel and not the doctored bullshit they tried to sell to the greater galaxy.”

  Kaidan shrugged, feeling defeated.  “We can talk about possibilities all we want.  It’s not going to change that we don’t know why she and Cerberus were involved.”

  “It’s enough to get started,” Vik said.  “Enough to inform your Alliance to cut ties with her if they haven’t already.”

  Kaidan glanced down at his omnitool.  “I’ll need to make a call.”

  “Go ahead.  We budgeted enough time.  I’ll message Adrian to go ahead and come back up,” Vik replied, flicking out their omnitool.  

  “Was this a ploy to ‘get to know’ Zaeed?” Kaidan asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.  

  Vik only smiled.  “You tell me.  We’ll see if they are best friends yet or mortal enemies.”

  “For my sake I hope it’s the former,” Kaidan laughed.  “Hopefully this won’t take long.  I’m looking forward to being back home for a bit.”

  Kaidan walked into his bedroom and closed the door softly behind him.  He sent a message to Hackett’s line, requesting a quick call.

  To his surprise, he answered quickly, appearing on the small screen in a casual button down.

  “That was fast, Alenko,” He greeted with a nod.

  “In Adrian’s words: Vik works miracles.  But I’m afraid it’s not all good news,” Kaidan said.  He explained the situation to Hackett, sending him the footage and the terms that Aria layed out.

  Hacket was silent for a moment after learning about the deal.  “You’re right.  This isn’t something we can commit to.  Maybe if we still had a Spectre in our ranks, but even then, Spectre status only goes so far, especially on Omega.”

  Kaidan felt a little bold.  “And who’s going to be that for you next?”

  “Some N recruits and other spec ops are being considered, but the Alliance feels there’s no one on the level of Regis at the moment, except maybe you.  Hell, you’re even considered controversial, since some of the higher-ups know your moral code is quite different from his and is not something they necessarily want.”

  Kaidan wasn’t exactly surprised to hear he was a potential candidate.  He was well aware of his accomplishments, although being on the short list was unexpected.  Strong biotics like him seem to always be at the top of the list these days, now that the Alliance is starting to get a steady supply of biotics who aren’t in danger of having faulty implants.

  And yet they always seemed to be clamoring for the strength of Regis despite their shared handicap. 

  The L2 sometimes felt like a ticking time bomb. 

  “Not something they want?” Kaidan asked.  “Because I’m not as ruthless as him?”

  “No, I think you can be just as ruthless if it came to it.  But unlike Regis, you haven’t been marred by something like Torfan.  He was, and that changed him and you know it,” Hackett explained.  “Too many of them got used to having someone like Regis willing to get the job done.”

  Not a wrong assumption.  Kaidan supporting Regis’s decision on the Citadel is proof of that.

  “You mean used to having someone they could exploit.”

  Hacket smirked.  “Exactly.  Listen, we’ll start to blacklist T’Soni and distance some of our operations from her.  Slowly, so we don’t spook her.  Thank you for informing me.”

  “Of course,” Kaidan replied.  “Can you also inform Hannah about this?  I think she needs to know.”

“Not a problem.  Now, Kaidan, time to take off the Alliance hat.  How do you interpret this whole situation?” Hackett asked, his piercing blue eyes keeping a steady gaze onto him.

  A test, maybe.

  “Vik and I both have no idea what brought T’Soni to not only work with the Shadow Broker but also Cerberus.  We were thinking something prothean, which could also be why the Collectors got involved.  I don’t know how all of this is linked.  All I know is that Regis is being proved right about his initial requests about T’Soni on the Normandy,” Kaidan said, careful to keep his tone level.  “I don’t think it’s worth risking anyone to get through to Aria, even if I do want to know what started all this mess.”

  “And if we asked you to go?  To risk everything just so we could get answers?” Hackett challenged.

  “Then I would refuse,” Kaidan said.  “On the grounds that we are chasing a ghost.  It could be nothing, or it could be the exact thing the Alliance needs to be concerned about. We don’t have enough information.”

  “And I agree with you.  I’ll send out feelers to see if we can gain more information about T’Soni and her involvement with Cerberus.  I won’t have you focusing on that just yet.  There are bigger fish to fry in their hierarchy.” Hackett leaned back in his chair.  “I won’t keep you long.  Enjoy your time with your family and Zaeed.”

  Kaidan couldn’t help but smile.  “Thank you.  Enjoy the rest of your evening, despite what I had to tell you.”

  “All part of the job.  I wish you and Zaeed the best, truly.  Good to see the old bastard happy,” Hackett said, that same nostalgic look appearing on his face.  

  “It wasn’t just Zaeed and I.  It was all three of us,” Kaidan admitted, nearly blurting out the admission.  “If things were different…” he trailed off, remembering who he was talking to.

  “A sentiment we all share.  I’ll get that story out of him one day.  All this stays between us.  You have my word.”

  "Well, I did get the Frozen Pyjak story out of Zaeed, so it's only fair," Kaidan said lightly. 

  "But you didn't get all the stories," Hackett replied in a similar tone. "I look forward to working with you, Kaidan."

  "Same to you."

  Hackett ended the vid call.  Kaidan stared at the blank holographic screen for a few moments, wondering how the hell he ended up in this situation. 

  Everything goes back to Regis. 

  A knock sounded on the door.  Kaidan called out for whoever was on the other side to open the door. 

  Adrian walked in. "Everything okay?" He asked, moving to sit down on the bed next to him. 

  Kaidan shook his head. "No. And it won't be for a long time."

  He couldn't quite meet Adrian's eyes.  The gaze was too damn similar to Regis's, their features almost a mirror. 

  Is this how Hannah felt?

  "You're right. It won't be. I find myself trying to call him on our weekly check-ins.  I keep hoping I'll see him send me another edited program of mine talking shit about my code in the comments," Adrian started, staring at the wall. 

  "He didn't spare me from the comments either.  You know, he called my Overload edits amateuristic!  And his optimizations maybe decreased the power consumption by–"

  "0.5 percent," they nearly said together, breaking out into a laugh once they released what happened. 

  After they quieted down, Kaidan said, "Thanks.  I needed that."

  "Purely unintentional like most stuff I do, but I'm glad it helped anyway," he replied, nudging his shoulder. "You ready to go? I promise I didn't interrogate your boyfriend too much."

  Kaidan stared him down. "And if I ask Zaeed will he give a similar account?"

  "Pinky swear!" Adrian said, holding out his hand. "Listen, he made a good impression on me during the call yesterday, and I can tell he really cares about you and Regis.  That's all I can ask for.  You need someone who knew him.  And Zaeed is that person for you."

  Kaidan wrapped his pinky around his. "It does feel better knowing you of all people approve."

  "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  "You tell me," Kaidan said with a grin, standing up from the bed. 

  Zaeed was standing in the doorway with Vik as they walked outside. Zaeed wrapped an arm around Kaidan's shoulders, squeezing him tightly against him. "Was about to check up on you."

  Kaidan leaned into the touch. "Everything is alright. The news… could've been better, yes, but we have a good ally."

  "That we do," Zaeed said, looking at Kaidan in adoration, his mismatched eyes almost seeming to sparkle in the dimming light of the day.

  "Enough with the longing gazes, you two, we have a family dinner to get to!" Adrian said, pushing past them and pulling Vik along who appeared to be amused at the whole situation. 

  It's good to be back with some family, despite the circumstances. 

  He couldn't wait to see his parents again and to show Zaeed around, and by doing so, hopefully he can finally say those three little words to him under Kaidan's favorite apple tree.

  Because he wouldn't be able to share the same spot with Regis any longer. 

  Time to start to make new memories while he still can. 

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39 | Liveable

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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When you and Chifuyu walk out of the office, you reconvene with Mitsuya and Atsushi.

“Where the hell have you been? I thought you four went missing, too!” Naoto pipes up appearing from nowhere.

“Too?” you hum. “What do you mean?”

“Hina and Takemichi went out hunting this afternoon just a little while after you left. They still haven’t returned,” he explains.

“Well, what should we do? We can go out and look for them,” you suggest.

“Hey! Naoto! Y/N! Help!” Hinata’s voice suddenly interrupts. Your head whips over toward the airport entrance so fast your neck cracks. And when you see her, you notice Takemichi with blood pouring out of his side.

“Shit!” Naoto gasps as he rushes to their side. “Clear some space. Atsushi, find Takuya and grab my First Aid kit. Quick!”

“On it,” he nods before racing off.

Once the two of them return, Naoto is able to bandage Takemichi up. However, not before Takemichi falls unconscious.

“None of us are doctors,” Takuya shrugs. “I don’t know what else we can do.”

“Jesus, are there even any doctors anymore?” Chifuyu scoffs.

You and Hinata look at each other, both having the same idea.

“No,” you shake your head in her direction. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Y/N, he’s our only chance to help Takemichi. Please go with me.”

“Hina…”

“You promised Draken and Baji that you’d go back!” she continues to press.

“Who’re you talking about?” Chifuyu asks.

“Y/N and I know a nurse. He helped me once. He can definitely help Takemichi,” she blabs to the group.

“Goddammit,” you grumble to yourself. Now nobody’s going to take your side.

“I’ve got a car,” Mitsuya pipes up. “We can load him up and drive him over if you show me the way.”

“Woah, why the hell would we want you to go with us?! You just fucking kidnapped me!”

“It’s dark outside, almost midnight. You really think you’re going to find someone else out there willing to help you?” he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve got a car, too,” Akkun adds. “We can split up and all take a ride over. It might be smart to stick together since Y/N seems so apprehensive about the whole thing.”

“Are they hostile?” Naoto asks you. “Should we bring all our amm-“

“No,” you interrupt quickly. “No, you don’t have to hurt or threaten them. I’ll show you the way if that’s what Hina wants so badly. Just remember he’s a nurse, not a miracle worker.”

“Deal,” Hinata nods.

“And since we’re taking two cars we should probably set a ground rule,” Akkun interrupts.

“Like what?” Hinata shrugs.

“Like if something happens in one of the cars, the other group keeps going,” Akkun continues.

“Agreed,” you nod. “No sense in all of us dying.”

“But couldn’t we-“ Chifuyu starts.

“I’m in, too,” Hinata nods.

“Chifuyu, you’re in charge of the people you’re in the same car with. Not everyone, okay?” you then whisper to him.

“Yeah, got it,” he sighs.

About fifteen minutes later you, Mitsuya, Naoto, Chifuyu, and Peke J pile into Mitsuya’s car. Despite not wanting to be near Mitsuya, that’s exactly why you decided to stay close to him. Keep your enemies close, right?

Once you drive off, your car leaves the area first. Mitsuya starts to drive, following your direction, until he hears the sound of a car speeding up behind you. He checks the rearview mirror and sees a foreign car approaching.

“Get down!” he shouts just before gunshots ring out in the air. Mitsuya drives off as quickly as he can, but one of his tires pops.

Mitsuya starts swerving, unable to get out of range from those guns, until the car finally comes to a halt.

The other car stops, too, and two men step out. At about the same time, you notice Atsushi’s car race by. At least he’s staying true to the plan. What’s important is getting Takemichi to Mikey.

When you’re brought back to reality you hear the sounds of guns aiming for the front of the car- the engine.

“Out! Everybody out! Get as far away as you can!” Mitsuya shouts as he grabs onto you and yanks you out of the car. You end up cutting yourself on the door as he pulls you out, but that’s the least of your worries as you scramble to get away from the car.

You’re not sure when it happened, but Mitsuya had let go of you at some point. You end up running into a building, out the back, and down a side street with Peke J following closely behind. But just as you think you’re in the clear, you bump into someone. Immediately, you pick up your gun and aim it straight ahead, but your whole body relaxes when you see it’s just Naoto.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me. Calm down. Are you okay?” he asks.

“No,” you scoff as you bend your knees and take a moment to catch your breath. “We’re fucked, Naoto.”

“Akkun’s still here,” he then tells you. “I saw him pick up Chifuyu and Mitsuya.”

“What?! They were supposed to keep going!” you gasp.

“I know,” he nods. “They’re going to drop Takemichi off now and then come back for us so we need to hold out until then.”

“Where? Where are they going to pick us up?” you ask him.

“Outside the subway station,” he nods. “Think you can keep going?”

“Beats sittin’ around here,” you nod. “Let’s go.”

You then start to run, heading where Naoto told you Akkun would pick you up. However, when you arrive at the station and stop running, Naoto isn’t behind you. Yet as you look down, Chifuyu’s cat is still with you.

A moment later, you see two figures walking straight toward you down the street- two men you don’t recognize with machine guns in their hands.

“Shit,” you gasp as you look at your surroundings. The closest place to go is into the subway, so that’s where you run. Picking up Peke J, you bolt down the stairs as quickly as you can.

In the station, much to your luck, there is a broken-down train with one of the doors still open. You quickly squeeze through and enter one of the cars.

In the corner of the car is an old homeless man who looks at you with bright white eyes that scares the shit out of you. And suddenly, the doors close. The train starts to move and Peke J falls out of your hands.

The old man stands up with the help of the seating nearby. He almost looks like he’s never walked before. Like that scene in Bambi when he stands up for the first time.

The old man wobbles his way toward you, getting too close for comfort. And all you can do is stare back at him, stunned by his glowing white eyes.

However, just as he’s about to reach out to you, Peke J bites him hard in the leg. The train then stops short and you fall and hit your head.

When you come back to consciousness, two men- two similar-looking men- are hovering over you. You must’ve hallucinated the whole thing. Hit your head, got a concussion, and now you’re laying on the ground with your shotgun nowhere in sight. Just Peke J who sits on your stomach and hisses at the two men.

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❛  we  can’t  go  back .  ❜

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 .    (   lyric starters  originating  from  the  works  of  grandson .   mature  &  dark  themes  are  present ,   tread  with  caution .   ) 

★ — Gregory shouldn't want to go back. He knows this. After spending an entire night trapped within its walls desperate for an exit, narrowly escaping death at every turn, begging the clock to turn faster, the pizzaplex should be the last place he wants to return to. It's dangerous. Undoubtedly so. There's the obvious ; the sinkhole it was built on top of claiming the foundation, pulling it back into oblivion as it was always bound to do. The resulting fire from the collapse only further damaged the structural integrity. It was unsafe to enter. Condemned. Even if it were possible to repair the inside, the very ground it stood on was a liability.

That's what the news had been saying — Gregory had been following the story closely, desperate for something to make everything make sense.

Because, of course, it was more than that. None of the articles mentioned what lurked in the shadows. There was no telling what shape the animatronics were in, or if they were even still active. The last time he had seen them, their conditions had been rough ; and it hadn't been enough to stop them. Nothing seemed to. Perhaps the fire hadn't, either. If they were still roaming the halls, surely their anger and despair had only grown. What would they do if they were to see him again? They hadn't hesitated to attack before he had destroyed them.

And what of Vanny? Was she still hunting him? Would she still linger around the place that had once been her playground, even with the danger? Or was she perhaps clearing the debris, making a pathway down, down, down to the basement once more, ensuring whatever she had been in the process of wouldn't be interrupted.

He thinks of the basement, and a chill runs up his spine. What if that thing was still alive? What if it didn't burn?

And yet, despite it all a feeble protest builds in the back of his throat, a childish whine that he can't quite stop from escaping. Going back was stupid, idiotic, any other kid would want to run far, far away. But for Gregory, one thought pushes its way to the forefront of his mind.

"Freddy — he's still there. Why can't I go see him?"

Because Freddy would protect him, a fact of which Gregoy was entirely certain of. The animatronic had spent the entire night proving as much, pushing his programming to its absolute limit out of nothing but genuine concern for the boy. He cared, far more than anyone Gregory had encountered before, with no reason to ; by all accounts, Gregory was a rule - breaker speaking nonsense, but Freddy had listened. And after keeping him safe, he had stayed behind.

It wasn't sustainable to bring an animatronic with them. Freddy was still set to low power mode, and wouldn't last long without the recharge stations. He couldn't leave. But goddammit, Gregory misses him.

"I'll stay by the entrance. With the power gone, the doors can't lock me in and nothing can get me if I can leave. And you know Freddy wouldn't let anything happen to me. Plus the entrance is the furthest from Roxy Raceway so it's the least likely to crumble, and if Freddy still has Roxy's eyes he'll be able to tell if somethings going wrong. It's safe. You know it is. Freddy's all alone in there. It's not fair! I should be able to go see him!"

#bravevolunteer #this got ungodly long for literally no reason alright #★ * ASK / making the best out of a bad situation. ) #★ * VERSE / in truth there is nothing here at all. )

[nalanzu]

Weiss Kreuz Episode 7: Entführen

Today I am running on sleep deprivation because my brain is an asshole and thinks it needs to stay up until midnight and then wake up before 5am. This is not likely to make me kinder to bad writing. Nonetheless, we persist.

We start the episode with panicked running children who have numbers on their foreheads and see construction equipment behind them that the terrified children think look like dragons. They're being chased by cackling men on motorcycles. Kid 7 trips and Kid 11 leaves him the fuck behind. The Kid 7 finds Kid 11's corpse after a moment, just in case there was any doubt about the Capital-E Evil of this week's group of villains.

Cut to Omi running. Oh, is this where we learn about Omi's past? Is it finally an Omi focus episode? Omi literally runs into Kid 7, who proceeds to promptly collapse the rest of the way.

Instead of bringing the child to a hospital, Omi carries him back to the flowershop. Ken attempts friendly handling of the child, backed by Omi and Yohji. The kid screams at first, then accepts Yohji's instant coffee (goddammit, Yohji) and they figure out the kid is the son of the CEO of a massive company.

The kid tells them, in the car, that there were more kids and they're all going to be killed and he's terrified and crying again. This is actually a pretty solid depiction of a traumatized kid, which I wish I didn't know, but here we are. Omi, incidentally, is triggered by the word "kidnapping" when Yohji uses it to describe the villainous activity. He then pretends he is not.

Yohji and Omi have driven Kid 7 - Shota - home, instead of to a hospital, or a police station, or notifying any sort of authority. Which, again, we the viewers understand why they're doing this; they and we know that Weiss is about to murder the fuck out of some child traffickers. Let me once again remind you that for everyone else they interact with, who rightly do not possess this knowledge, they look shady AF.

Shota's mother apparently does not find the fact that strange men are returning her child shady AF, which I find very frustrating. She's super hott, and Yohji tries to hit on her, because of course he does. He produces flowers out of nowhere. Omi is annoyed, which is hilarious.

Back at the flowershop, Yohji and Omi are handling a bunch of teenage customers. I should mention that one of the customers - Ouka - has been more or less of a regular, by which I mean she actually has a character design, and she keeps hitting on Omi. This will be important later in the series (this episode, maybe? I can't remember), but honestly it's one of the better uses of foreshadowing that this show does.

Back to the actual narrative - Omi sees a news report about the body of Boy 11, who'd been missing for a week, and then finds an article in the paper. He is shocked and dashes off, and guys, the news is not where you should be getting information for your investigations, ok. He does recognize the name as the one Shota said had been killed.

Naturally, Omi goes right back to Shota and demands information. Did none of them think that maybe there was something to the kid's statements about a bunch of kidnapped kids? Did they think he was so traumatized he made this up or that he was lying?? Guys. GUYS.

In any case, Omi is not gentle in yelling at the still terrified Shota to face his fears, dammit, and tell Omi everything he knows. Omi then gives him some actionable instructions and asks if there's anything he can remember - like specific sounds. Shota is then able to focus on machine sounds and says he saw an eight-headed dragon.

HE STOPPED TO COUNT THE HEADS? JFC.

Shota's mother, now that Shota is calmly talking to Omi instead of sobbing, comes in and tells Omi to leave her kid alone. Where were you 90 seconds ago, lady? Shota also says the location was floating, and Omi leaves.

We cut to the Takatori that's not Aya's nemesis and a conversation about setting up a new experiment. Also about collecting ransoms and kidnapping, as this Takatori hires what are clearly meant to be low-life criminals to kidnap children. The mooks think they're being underpaid for the kidnappings, and that they can get a bigger payday if they go back to Shota and demand ransom from his family directly.

I can't tell if Takatori Jr. is listening to them plot or not, but we do get the name of one of his lady assassins, which is Hell. Because of course it is. This is that kind of show.

All of Shota's missing friends have now been found dead, Omi hears on the news, and the cops have no leads. He has his third or fourth flashback of the episode of running from someone as a child. Cut to Omi hearing the criminal group demanding ransom for Shota, which triggers a flashback of Omi tied up in a dark room as villains told him that his parents refused to pay the ransom and they'd kill him for it.

He also has a memory of being saved and fleeing down a dark tunnel into a bright light. I was about to ask how it was that he stumbled across the kidnapping so quickly, but it was All A Dream as he wakes up screaming in the mission briefing room. This only disturbs the rest of Weiss a little. (It being a dream was the reasonable conclusion to reach, but with this show, one can never make the assumption that the plot is going to do the reasonable thing, ok.)

Weiss is now formally being given the mission to hunt down the - blood was drained and skin peeled off? JFC. That's dark, even for this show. In any case, Kritiker knows exactly who is responsible despite there being no concrete information (HOW) and tells Weiss to go murder them since a police investigation would take too long and might be unsuccessful.

Due process is a thing, Kritiker, ok.

Omi, incidentally, is still pretty fucked up. He ends up outside and Manx comes to check on him. He explains that a suppressed memory is coming back and that he knows he was saved by someone who wasn't his father. He's pretty sure it's Persia - their Kritiker boss - who saved him and gave him the name Tsukiyono Omi, and he wants to know who the fuck he really is.

Ah, Omi's been walking around with holes in his memory this whole-ass time. I'd forgotten that. Manx tells him not to chase the past, because it'll only make him miserable. Manx then reports to Persia that Omi's starting to remember and this is going to bite them in the ass.

Omi is focusing on his memories when Yohji calls him to tell him that Shota's been kidnapped again. The cops are handling the situation with Shota's parents, but of course Omi shows up at the house demanding to know where Shota is, just in time to hear the kidnappers call and demand ransom. In the confusion, he slips inside, because everyone else has bigger things to worry about.

The cops can't trace the call. Shota's father can't raise the money. Omi is stuck in his own head and screams that he's going to be killed if you don't pay, Daddy, because he is losing his goddamn mind. We next see him in the flowershop's basement doing Deductive Reasoning based on the clues from the sounds Shota heard to pin down where they might have taken him the first time.

The scene I want to see is Omi extracting himself from Shota's house after he shrieked at a bunch of cops and Shota's stressed-out parents that he deserved to be rescued and daddy needs to pay the ransom, honestly, but the show would like us to focus on Omi's pain, please and thank you.

Omi thinks he knows where the kid might be and demands the rest of Weiss go looking for auto shops with basements in the general vicinity. I'm not entirely convinced this is the way to go about it, but they literally go to auto shops and are like, HEY DO YOU HAVE A BASEMENT. Guys, I feel like if you happened to stumble across the actual auto shop, they would lie to you and tell you they did not have a basement. Yohji is still trying to hit on pretty receptionists, incidentally, which I fucking love.

Omi sees the construction equipment that looks dragony and then a boat, both of which track with Shota's story, and sneaks up on the villains making their random demands. He's super glad to hear Shota's dad tell the kindappers he's got the money, cuts the lights, and drags Shota out of the room when the kidnappers go to investigate. Shota runs off and Omi gets to play dramatic hero.

I mean, VERY dramatic, he leaps into the alley and poses and gives them a line about hunting monsters, because they are Weiss. This means fuckall nothing to the kidnappers, who are absolutely fine attempting to assault a teenager intsead of a child. The rest of Weiss has shown up, though, to back Omi up, and all the kidnappers end up very dead.

Omi kills the last one with a crossbow and dramatically poses on a rooftop and NOW the scene I want is him scrambling up the side of the building from his starting point in the dark alley as the rest of Weiss went after the other guys just so he could shoot the guy in front of a full moon. You know this is how it happened. YOU KNOW IT DID. Looked great, though, despite his ridiculous assassin outfit with its shorts and cap.

The rest of Weiss is all quietly proud of Omi and sure he's asleep in his room. Omi is brooding about his father's refusal to pay ransom outside instead, looking dramatically and angstily out at the sea. Or Tokyo Bay, probably. There are gulls.

I've talked a little bit about Kritiker's investigative methods and wanting to know how and where they get the information that they do, and how a lot of it seems very random and more like the result of dumb luck than a dedicated investigation. That's definitely how Weiss specifically operates (how many times have we seen them get vital clues FROM THE NEWS, come on, guys), which does not track with Yohji's background as a private investigator at all.

Right now, in the series, we don't know a lot about Kritiker. We don't know how many teams or operatives they might be fielding, we don't know what their funding methods are (although they never seem to have trouble with money), and we don't know how they're organized beyond Persia Gives Assignments, Manx Handles Weiss, and Weiss Is A Murdery Field Team. The implication is that there are other teams, sure, since this is a chain of command model that exists in actual real life agencies, but we've seen nothing explicitly supporting this.

We can infer from this episode specifically that Kritiker has few or no qualms about child soldiers, which is honestly what Omi is, and what Ken has aged out of by now but where he was when Kritiker picked him up a couple years back. (There is a long history in media, specifically media aimed at children and adolescents, of teenage fighters, but I don't have the time or the spoons to go into that broader context right now.) But it's really starting to bother me that we have no operational details about the organization itself.

As far as Omi goes, I have net positive feelings about this story. Yes, there is the narrative convenience of stumbling into a similar experience as his childhood trauma, but having Omi's memories triggered by the situation sits better with me from a plot standpoint. We've seen Weiss go on several missions by now, and sooner or later odds were that Omi was going to run into something involving kids and/or kidnapping. We see that he's very shaken by his suppressed memories, although how that comes out is sometimes unintentionally funny. There are also the several implied very awkward scenes that we did not get to see, because they don't fit with the aesthetic of the show, but they are my headcanon now and I absolutely will not let this go.

Speaking of things that weren't on screen, I would have liked to see the fact that Omi remembers nothing of his childhood seeded in an earlier episode. They've had several throwaway scenes, across the six previous stories, and I can't help but feel that there should have been room there for a question that would have laid the groundwork for something as dramatic as the Oh By The Way Omi Has No Memories Before Kritiker reveal. I know they know how to do this, we saw Ouka in literally the first or second episode.

By this point in the show, we're ramping up the plot arcs as we get to know the characters better. The terrible episode 6 aside, the writing has gotten tighter. A little bit. Just a little. They're still not great at convincing me that they're an actual team, and they're still absolutely terrible at identifying and investigating cases (though they have a 100% solve rate, because I swear to all that is holy that the Weiss universe runs on Adam West Batman logic), but the emotional beats are hitting a little more accurately.

And let's be honest - this show was always about the emotional beats. And the leather trenchcoats.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

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lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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Part Ten. Faces

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

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Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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「 enha going “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad” — hcs 」

— 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: requested by 🍓 anon! frankly, i don’t think this falls into the headcanons category bc they’re all bulletpoint scenarios (which is why this is a bit longer than the other one i wrote) :’> anyways, hope y’all enjoy, and sorry this took a bit longer than intended, hehe <3

— 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, humor, angst in ni-ki’s part if you squint lol

♡ — taglist: @yoshinung @cyberhwng @stargirlstories @lovelycharm05 @honeyju

— 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.9k

「 LEE HEESEUNG ! 」

listen, you love heeseung with all your heart. you would gladly give the world to him if he asked in a heartbeat; but if you have to sit through his aegyo one more time you will throw hands

it didn’t even agitate you the first time you saw his aegyo—in fact, you even found it endearing: you’d use it to clown him every time he’d ask for something

“oh? heedeungie wants a cookie, i hear?”

he does nothing bc he’s resigned himself to the fact that you and the boys would never live him down the moment he agreed to do it

but as he progressively got better and more comfortable practicing cute expressions, it became a “oh, how the turns have tabled” moment and he now uses it to clown you

he knows you hate it, too, so when he does aegyo he goes to the extreme—dignity be damned

so when you give him the blankest look the next time he pulls the cutesy card again, he laughs gently, puffing his cheeks out as he pokes his dimple

“hee,” you start, “do you plan on getting out of this relationship in one piece?”

but your boyfriend—being the absolute warrior he is—pays no heed to your tone and moves closer, your demise giving him all the joy he could possibly have. “why? i thought you loved heedeungie?”

not anymore, you don’t

before you can retort, heeseung grins at your expression. “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad~”

when you go quiet he considers stopping the whole façade

then he feels your lips on his

haha, heartbeat go brrrrrrrr

mans is so 👏 damn 👏 flustered 👏 when you put your hand against his cheek

you pull away once you can feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips; he’s rosy and breathless and he nearly loses his mind once he realizes you’re grinning

“so that’s what it takes to get you to stop… maybe you should do aegyo more often.”

——————

「 JAY PARK ! 」

“oh, gODDAMMIT QUIT IT WITH THE TURTLE SHELLS, JAY.”

“WHY DON’T YOU MAKE ME??”

this is what the rest of the members have to deal with every time jay has the nerve to ask you to play video games with him you’re both the reason why jungwon bought everyone a pair of earplugs each

your level of competitiveness skyrockets whenever it’s a duel (or even games where you’re both on the same team—it’s just a trial of who can outdo the other)

god forbid anyone who suggests card games on a sleepover (looking at you, jake; ni-ki still hasn’t forgiven him for suggesting uno when he was situated right between you and jay) because they’re in for a long time of ✨ suffering ✨

it’s an instinct for everyone to put one foot out the door when you and jay settle in front of the television

this match in mario kart, however, went a little ,,, differently

“i will crush you, jongseong,” you seethe, eyes blazing because it’s your third rematch and the tiebreaker and you don’t know what you’ll do if you end up losing.

“that’s what you said the last two games,” he scoffs, leaning forward in immense concentration.

“your yoshi character can suck it.”

“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”

dude’s about to jump in ecstasy once he’s a few seconds away from the finish line at the third lap, but oh ho ho jay.gif has left the building once you kiss him on the cheek

literally freezes in shock for a solid ten seconds

in the span of which you took your chance to zoom past his avatar, thus winning the tiebreaker

looks at you, then at the screen, back to you again, then—

“WAIT THAT IS C H E A T I NG THAT DOESN’T COUNT WAIT WHAT—”

(he’s highkey vv flustered though; if you just got off your high horse and looked at him you’d have noticed how red he got)

——————

「 JAKE SHIM ! 」

ever since you told jake that you also weren’t able to attend your formal in the past, he’s been dead-set on asking you to a slow dance

you’d told him about it during your one of your many heart-to-heart talks, convos about fading memories from elementary and the anxiety-riddled nights in highschool, until it dwindled down to that

“i’m cool with it—formal is just an excuse to drain half of your college tuition for one night, anyway,” you’d said, but jake didn’t miss the way your eyes went softer in a haze of memories of what could’ve

so now you’re staring up at him, with his hand extended out to you, moon river playing in the background and jake’s smile has never been brighter

“you’re unbelievable,” you state.

“but you’re smiling anyway,” jake shrugs as he pulls you up, he places your hands on his shoulders gingerly, his own pair travelling down to hold your waist.

the next two minutes are spent in immeasurable laughter and half-hearted insults (“y/n, you’re a terrible dancer.” “says the dude who keeps on stepping on my toes every ten seconds, can you not—”); nevermind that there aren’t any cheap party lights blinding you, or your present classmates aren’t there to croon over who you were dancing with—in this tiny living room, all you can focus on is how it feels so right to have jake in your arms, and how this might be better than any formal you’d have attended.

your incredulous mask wears away, and jake dips his head to check with a grin. “aw, is my baby getting sentimental?”

you scoff, suppressing a smile. “mate, you’re the one who cries over layla at least five times a day. i hate you.”

“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad,” he taunts, relishing the way you laugh in response. you do kiss him, on the nose, softly, before resting your head on his shoulder, holding him closer.

“shim jaeyun, you are one of the most cliché people i know,” you pull away to look at him, at his eyes twinkling softly beneath the light, and you smile. “but thank you for this. truly.”

jake laughs softly, presses a kiss to your forehead. “i wouldn’t have formal any other way than this.”

——————

「 PARK SUNGHOON ! 」

so,, uh,,, i may have gotten a tad bit too carried away with sunghoon’s so i wrote a separate drabble for him,,,, hehe

it’s called “loser (affectionately)” and you can find it right here!

did i base the title off the “twitter: hellsite (derogatory)” meme here on tumblr? yes. yes, i did.

do i also think the drabble’s way too fucking cheesy? also yes.

but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless </3

——————

「 KIM SUNOO ! 」

here’s another one that turned into a full-fledged drabble because i have no self-control </3

it’s titled “maybe the night” and you can find it right here!

i got soft listening to ben&ben again 😔 their music is so damn good hhhhhh

highly recommend them !!

(also while writing this i realized i have a soft spot for our ddeonu i love him sobs)

——————

「 YANG JUNGWON ! 」

you hated yang jungwon.

well, no, that’s a lie—let me rephrase that again: you hated yang jungwon for having absolutely no mercy on your wallet

as if you weren’t worn out from the sparring match in taekwondo earlier, your best friend had to go and put the weight of his pride on your shoulders; ambling around with a stance that says, i’m the best and this abnormally overpriced chocolate milk carton acquired from y/n’s demise is solid proof.

(you’re grateful for your friendship, but this is one of the times when you regret ever making the bet with him)

the blushing clouds mark the end of another day, and you sigh, pocketing your (very few) change grumpily. “i’m going to go blind if you keep on smiling like that, yang—tone the brightness down a notch.”

jungwon: no ❤️

you try and reason with him that it was because you had too many shit you had to deal with prior to the match, but the dimpled teen wouldn’t hear any of it (knowing that all of it is bluff, you’re a terrible liar)

“you know that was a one time thing, right?” you say, and jungwon mocks you la-la-la-you-lost and he skips across street like a kid does after school, “i’m gonna beat you next time—”

“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”

he pokes your cheek and retracts quickly when you try to bite him. you glare at him, but the sun hits the side of your face so you end up squinting at him instead.

then he LAUGHS

(u know,,, the one where his eyes turn into crescent moons and his lil dimple shows? yea, that one)

and you’re just standing there like 🤠

you sigh, partially because you’ve seen him do this one too many times, and because you always fall victim to his charm, so you ruffle his hair and trudge on with the air of a fallen soldier

(dw jungwon holds your hand on the way home and gives you a piece of candy bc he loves you, too)

((you’re still beating his ass next time, though,,,))

——————

「 NI-KI ! 」

ni-ki wants to slam his head against a wall (≡^∇^≡)

(as, per usual, how every highschooler feels as they near the end of another laborious school day)

((but even more so in his case bc who the fuck blurts out “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad” when they’re going against their crush in a debate when they can’t think of a effective counterargument?? ni-ki, apparently))

he didn’t even mean to say it; he was so caught up in the heat of the moment that all heed for whatever slipped through his teeth disappeared, and now the whole class is staring at him open-mouthed in equal parts shock and excitement.

but the worst thing is that you’re staring at him, too—with wide eyes and an expression he can’t read

“n-no, i didn’t mean— i— you…” ni-ki’s hands fly up wildly, his limited braincells trying to think of a way to weasel out of the situation (which is impossible now, it seems). “i’m…”

the teacher observing from the side, who’s been aware of ni-ki’s crush for some time: ᕕ[ ・ ▾ ・ ]ᕗ

heat flares in his cheeks and he looks down cursing you because screw you for being so beautiful and smart why did i have to like you i Hate this

…apparently he’s said that out loud too bc his classmates are losing their shit & he promptly wants to ✨ evaporate ✨

everyone is just “??!!” because they’ve been led to believe that y’all hated each other and now this???

“you… like me?” you squeak, ni-ki can’t bear to look at you and he feels remorse peeking in his chest like an old friend; he waits for rejection, or an insult, at the very least, but when he is met with silence he looks up to see that you’re just as frazzled as he is, and his heart leaps. “like… really like me?”

the answer hangs on his tongue, but the bell intervenes, and everyone collectively jumps. ni-ki is the first to dip. he returns to his seat, grabs his bag in one swift motion; the teacher stutters out the usual end-of-class statement out of habit, and with that the blond ambles out of the room with a bitter look, finishing what his sensei was supposed to say: point to y/n.

but if loverboy looked back at that moment, he might’ve seen you trying to fight back a smile, butterflies roaming your stomach; because you no longer have to pick at daisies, wondering he hates me, he hates me not.

#enhypennetwork #enhypenwriters #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #lee heeseung #jay park #jake shim #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #ni-ki #this is a mess i know i’m sorry strawberry anon :’>

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA: 

Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn. 

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

??

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

#bnha 328 #stain (bnha) #tsukauchi naomasa #all might #stars and stripes (bnha) #all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #eta: how did I forget to type 'bnha' in the title sob

[crazywritertomboy1224]

Dabi x Fem! Reader

word count: about 1.9k

genre: smut, fluff

18+ CHARACTERS

Warnings: cussing, belt whip, bondage, name calling, sub reader, praise kink, edging

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. But enjoy!

“Hey, doll.” You hear a voice from behind you. You spin around to see Dabi standing there, pretending to examine his fingertips.

I- What- what are you doing here?” you stutter.

“I figured you’d be thrilled to see me, Y/N.” He spoke softly, inching closer to you.

“I- I am, I am. It just… took me by surprise, that’s all.” you respond, moving back until your back is pressed against the wall of your apartment hallway.

“Perfect. Then why don’t you go ahead and invite me in?” He asked, taking one final step forward.

You scooched sideways, trying to escape him to unlock your apartment door. He shifted his weight back to allow you to move. He remained still as you located the key in your purse and unlocked the door. You opened it and he moved so he was now in between the door and the molding to get inside.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He whispered, reaching a hand up and letting his fingers drag around your jawline as he entered your apartment.

“Make yourself at home,” you said, going to change, make a snack and put your stuff away. After all, it wasn’t the first time he’d been here. He plopped down on the couch and flung his charred legs up on the coffee table. You rolled your eyes but bit back a retort.

“Hey, why don’t we go to your room?” He said as you were getting an apple out of the fridge.

You sighed, knowing what was about to happen. “Okay, just let me finish this first.” you said as you held up the apple.

“Mmmhhh… no.” He said, shifting as you started walking over, chewing a bite of the apple. You choked. “What?”

No. I want to now. Let’s go.” In one swift move, he stood up, picked you up bridal style, and led you into your room.

“God fucking dammit, Dabi.”

“What is it, whore?” he snapped, slamming your back onto the bed.

“I was hungry.” you sat up, took a final bite of the apple, and set it on your nightstand, just as you’d done so many nights before this.

“You should be used to it by now, babe. Now strip.”

You sighed and crossed your arms down your front and pulled off your shirt, revealing your very skimpy bra and your overflowing tits. He looked down and licked his lips. You finished chewing the bite of apple and swallowed.

“You’re looking real fucking sexy tonight, slut.” he said as he took off his own shirt. You stared in awe at his scarred, burnt torso. You could see more abs starting to show since last time.

“I see you’ve been working out.” you choked out, sounding hoarse.

He chuckled. “You sound surprised.” He undid his belt and set it aside for later. You mentally sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night. He stripped down his pants, leaving him standing in boxers and socks.“

“Your turn, mommy.”

You cursed under your breath, feeling your stomach tense at his words. You pulled your own pants down, leaving you both nearly naked. His eyes scanned you up and down while yours remained fixed on one location.

“Like what you see?” He growled, walking up and tracing a line from your neck, over your bra, down your stomach and tucked his index finger under the elastic on your panties.

He tugged on it gently and let it snap back down. He growled at the sound and pulled them all the way off in one fluid motion.

He flung them across the room and pulled your legs above his shoulders as he settled between them.

Your legs shuddered as he dragged his tongue through your folds, which were already dripping for him. He slid his hands down your thighs and gripped them from underneath to prevent you from moving too much.

His ocean blue eyes looked up at you with menace as he licked you slower and slower, watching you come to meet your climax. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves and a smirk arose on his lips as you squirmed beneath him.

“Oh, fuck Dabi, I’m gonna cum!” you squealed as the flame villain vibrated his tongue against your cunt, feeling your pussy throb and your walls start to close as you neared your release.

Right before, he pulled away, licking his lips.

“Oh,” he looked at you and your pained expression as the burning sensation of your high slowly left. “Oh, poor thing. You didn’t really think I’d let you take all the pleasure for yourself, now did you?”

You didn’t reply. Instead, you glared at him, staring down at his eyes as they peeked above your clit. “You bitch.” you snarled.

He chuckled. “You know it.” He winked, standing up and sticking his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He commanded. You rolled your eyes but closed your lips around his fingers and started to circle your tongue around them, eventually gaining a rhythm. You opened your mouth and gave one final lick as he pulled them out of your mouth.

He took his fingers, with a strand of your drool coming off in a thread, and slammed them into your pussy. You writhed as he grabbed your hips with his free hand. He started to move his fingers around, sliding them past each other, bending them at different knuckles, just to see exactly how far he could push you before you gave in.

“Fuck you, Dabi.” you whined, feeling your pussy throb around his fingers.

“Mm-mm. Fuck you… who?” He taunted, beginning to move his fingers in and out slowly, while still wiggling them.

“Goddammit… fuck you… daddy.” you moaned loud on that last word, trying not to but it was simply too much for you. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you yelled, your hips moving on their own as they tried to grind against his fingers harder. Instead, he pulled out again, leaving you with the same result as last time.

You glared at him. “Again, bitch? Really? Let me fucking cum!”

He laughed, looking down at you in what seemed to be pity, although he didn’t seem to be showing you any. “Alright, slut. You wanna cum? I’ll let you cum. But only if I get something in return.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. What is it?”

“I want you to be a good little girl, okay? I want you to obey every single thing I tell you. Am I clear? Every. Single. Thing.” He asked, dragging his fingers through your slick folds again.

You moaned, grinding against him again. “Yes… daddy.”

“Good girl.” he leaned down and captured your lips in his own, his tongue snaking through to meet yours. You groaned, feeling empty as he pulled away to finish undressing. You tilted your head down to look at him as he stepped out of his boxers.

His dick flopped forward, seeming to harden even more at the sight of you, laying there, completely naked except for your bra, dripping. Everything he sees is for him and him only, and he knows it. He’s going to take his sweet time making sure everyone knows you’re reserved for him.

He reached behind his back stealthily and grabbed the belt, almost without you noticing. But you did. At the sight of him unrolling it, you felt your whole body tense.

He stepped closer to the bed and you moved back, making room for him at the foot of your bed. He placed the belt next to your legs, making sure it was readily accessible and pressed his hands into your inner thighs, spreading them even farther. He slapped his dick against your sopping cunt, just to get it a bit wet.

He hesitated. “You sure you want this?” He asked, teasing you even more.

“Fuck, Touya.” You moaned, just to make him angry se he’d shut up and fuck you already.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he snarled, reaching around behind you to unclip your bra and slide it off. He threw your bra across the room and slammed into you. Hard. Harder than he ever had. At least to you. You flung your hands up behind your head to stop yourself from being slammed into the headboard.

“You’re such a good girl. You gonna take daddy’s cock like a champ? Yeah? Yeah?” He praised through gritted teeth as he pounded you. You gritted your teeth together, determined not to show him any signs of pleasure.

He grabbed the belt, folded it at the middle, and smacked the outside of your hip while his other hand gripped your inner thigh harshly.

One of his hands pressed the belt around your throat and began to slowly choke you, harder and harder until you could barely breathe. You reached up and seized his charred wrist. With his free hand, he gently squeezed his fingers against the side of your hip, using that as an anchor. You moaned as he pounded into you, making you slowly inch farther up towards the headboard.

“Fuck, Dabi.” you moaned hoarsely, now barely able to breathe.

“You like it, slutty whore?”

You tugged at his wrist until he loosened the belt on your throat, leaving it to rest there as he slowly dragged his fingertips down your chest, continuing to fuck you. He slapped the side of your hip, then placed his hand on it. You whimpered from the sting of the slap. You felt his palms heat up as he lightly scorched your skin. You writhed under his grip, but that did nothing but make him go faster.

“I’m gonna cum! “I’m gonna cum!” You yelled, writhing faster and faster as you felt your climax attack you again. This time, however, Dabi leaned down, licked your earlobe, and whispered “Then cum for me, doll. Cum all over this fucking cock.”

You let out an ear splitting moan as you came, all over his cock, just as he’d asked you to do. Your whole body shook as your release overtook you. Your mind went blank in a whole white-hot veil of ecstasy. You felt the friction of leather as the belt slowly slipped down off your throat.

“Goddammit, whore.” You heard Dabi curse faintly. Immediately after that, you felt a flaming stream of cum shoot inside you, and you relished in the feeling before it slipped away.

You opened your eyes to see his head tilted down, clearly trying to calm down after that. He pulled out, his dick already starting to soften.

He backed up until he was off the bed, then stood up and walked back over to you. He kissed you on the forehead and said “Good girl.” before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

About five minutes later, you’re in a kind of light drowsy sleep and Dabi comes back. He finds you almost asleep, but still naked and still covered. He walks over to you and starts to gently shake your shoulder.

Your eyes snap open. “Yeah?” You ask groggily. He sits you up, nice and slow, then wraps an arm around you waist and helps you walk to the bathroom, despite your protests. You get to the bathroom, he sits you down on the bathtub edge and wets a washcloth with some warm water.

As he’s gently rubbing it over your skin, he’s kissing you. On the cheek, the other cheek, the neck, the collarbone. The forehead. Everywhere but the lips. You tiredly reach up and cup his face in both hands. You lean forward and press a small, sweet kiss to his lips.

He blushes faintly. “Y/N, was that really necessary?” he mutters as he ducks his head and pretends to be overly intrigued by the washcloth over your skin.

About ten minutes later, after he’s finished cleaning you up, he helps you back to the bed. Once you’ve laid down, he walks around the bed, crawls in behind you, lays down and pulls you onto his chest. You fall asleep after a few minutes of him whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You let out a final sigh of contentment as he kisses the top of your head and you fall into oblivion.

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

destiel, 2.4k, mild hurt/comfort, happy ending. for @wormstacheangel who wanted a fic with anemic!Cas <3

"Cas?"

Dean hears a flump from the direction of the bedroom right as he finishes shaving his left cheek. It takes him about five seconds from there to dashing out of the bathroom, sink hastily turned off and half of his neck still covered in white, wearing an expression of worry that doesn't quite go with the foam beard.

Cas seems to hold the same opinion because his face splits in a wide grin the moment Dean enters the room.

A grin almost distracting enough for Dean to not notice that Cas is back on the bed, and suddenly wearing a blanket.

Almost.

"Goddammit, Cas." He sighs, huffing as panic slips away to make room for exasperation. He walks up to the bed, sets about righting the blanket around Cas.

Cas lets him.

"I should've known -"

"- Dean, I forgot -"

"- you were going to ditch your meds the first night after I stop bugging you 'bout them." Dean mutters, ignoring Cas completely as he makes weak attempts at protesting when Dean tucks one corner of his blanket all the way round at the other side, effectively turning him into what he mentally likes to call a Cas-burrito.

He doesn't like to call it anything at the moment though, cause right now, it's just proof of how Cas doesn’t listen.

Friggin' ex-angel of the lord, billions of years old, with libraries worth of stories and history in his head — but taking his meds when they're supposed to be taken, he forgets.

"It wasn't on purpose." Cas insists in a small voice, and Dean shoots an annoyed look at him before stepping back, finally finished with the blanket routine.

If you could call it that.

Well, Dean does call it that.

Because it happened often enough times after Cas's return from the Empty, human as the day Dean was born, to prompt both a title, and a reason to investigate why in the first place.

And not a lot of road to cover from typing in Cas's symptoms in a search engine — headaches, spells of dizziness, fatigue and feeling cold in general (things Cas had dictated to Sam who was typing, while Dean seethed from the next chair at not having been priorly informed of most of those things that warrant being informed about) — to ending up at the conclusion of a few billion (but actually just the first four) results, just minutes after.

Cas had anemia.

(The doctor Dean took him to the very next day, and Sam's completed research on the Novaks' medical history by the time they got back, confirmed it.)

Now, as far as the Winchesters were concerned, that was practically a relief — especially since their next place to look would've been old, tired books of curses, and the meekest of those would've been several times more worrying than the awfullest case of anemia one could possibly get - and Cas's, thankfully, wasn't even that bad.

However, curses are reversible. Or at least, equally as destroyable as their curse-rs are — who, usually, tend to be pretty destroyable when it comes to Sam and Dean.

Mineral deficiencies, on the other hand, are neither.

So supplements it is, as the doctor said and then prescribed — or so it should have been anyways, except for how the love of Dean's life was a giant baby when it came to taking pills.

"Sure it wasn't." Dean rolls his eyes, continuing in his exaggerated 'Cas' voice. "You just forgot."

Cas squint-frowns at Dean with all the ferociousness of a tired, cold and anemic four-weeks-old human, and Dean perches next to him on the edge of their bed with a sigh, the exasperation wearing off too.

(If he hadn't already wrapped them up, this would've been about the time Dean would've taken Cas's hands in his own.)

"Cas," He says, softer now.

Truth be told, Dean can't imagine what it must be like to go from being a - a being, that can heal itself and everything else, to a human who gets shivery and lightheaded cause of things inside of him he can't even control.

It's got to be terrifying, and obviously awful, and Dean's proud of Cas for the way he's been handling all of it — but dammit he's supposed to do the things that make it easier.

Just like he's supposed to let Dean take care of him.

"Dean," Cas replies, looking sideways at him with most of the stubbornness melted from his expression as well. "I'm a little cold but it's okay. I'm fine." He says, like he can still tell exactly what Dean needs to hear.

What he needs Cas to be.

There's a pause and Dean looks down at his hands. He can't help his next question, it's been on his mind for some time.

"What about the first time you were human?"

Cas noticeably withdraws into himself on hearing him, and Dean feels immediately a pang of guilt. It may have gotten easier to read him since he became human, but an accidental display of emotion was still a novelty. (Being difficult to read was apparently more of a Cas trait than an angel feature.)

"What about it?"

"Shouldn't you, uh," Dean pauses. "Shouldn't you also have been anemic then?"

Cas turns away from him, slow enough that Dean knows he's not taken offense, deliberate enough that he's thinking.

He finally answers, facing the wall ten feet away instead of Dean.

"I guess I was."

"But," Dean frowns. "I thought you had no idea you had anemia until last week."

"Dean, I didn't even know there was anything wrong with me until last week." Cas returns, his tone steady. "And back when I was human for the first time, I didn't either, because I'd never known what healthy felt like before, so I had no idea if I was or wasn't it. Of course I knew in an objective sense, say, the ideal temperature of the human body, but the ordinary amount of chilly one should feel on the streets in winter, or how hard or easy falling asleep is supposed to be, I couldn't have told you."

"Oh."

"And I still wouldn't have been able to," Cas turns back to him. "Had you not been the one to point it out."

Dean scoffs.

All he'd done was ask why Cas had been shivering in the middle of the day. That was it. Honestly, how could he not have seen it sooner?

"So you just," Dean lets out, afraid of the answer. "You just thought the cold spells and the, uh," he falters. "The being tired all the time — you thought that was part of being human?"

Cas smiles wryly. "It is for a lot of people."

"But —"

"And it was, Dean, anemia or not, for a lot of the people I lived with back then."

Dean's stomach bottoms out. He knows Cas is right. Six years ago, he'd been living on the streets, living in a bus. Dean remembers him — homeless, cold, sleeping on the floor of a Gas 'N Sip in his only set of clothes, Cas. And he knows he's responsible for it — knows he deserves to be hated for it, and it messes with him everyday that Cas doesn't — but did Cas really not even know what Dean had done to him? What Dean had — and Jesus, he detests himself — made him go through?

"You really thought all of us were going through that," Dean blinks. "And none of us was saying a thing?"

Cas doesn't look away this time and Dean goes on.

"I mean, I know you put humanity on a pedestal it doesn't deserve, and you think we're all capable of things you're capable of, but Cas, I can't believe you associated being human with being cold and tired, and —" Dean scrubs his face with a hand. "Goddammit, Cas! How could I have let you go out there on your own when you — h-how did I not see it, and — and you should never have had to deal with it all alone, I should've —"

"Dean."

It's not until Cas interrupts him that he realizes he's been rambling. Ranting, really, because it's not fair that Cas only got to see the worst of humanity, and it's not fair that Cas was so used to feeling awful that he just figured everyone felt that way all the time. That Cas was all alone at a time Dean should've been there for him, should've been at his side, been there to make sure he was warm, and make sure he ate spinach and seafood and whatever the hell else is rich in iron — hell, Dean should've looked it up sooner — and Dean should've been able to tell that Cas was sick, even if Cas couldn't, because that's his job.

He hasn't felt this way in a while — this particularly familiar fear of failing Cas, and losing Cas, entwined horribly, returning to him; seeping back in through his skin, and settling on his bones like the vast sediments of guilt and loss he's been carrying for most of his life.

Cas is supposed to be okay, and Dean's supposed to make sure he is.

But so far as upto here, turns out Dean's just been failing in more ways than he'd even known.

"Dean," Cas repeats, pulling him out of his reverie with determination in his voice, and a hand on Dean's left arm, his blanket now hanging off of one shoulder.

Dean immediately reaches to make it right but Cas holds him right where he is. Physically and not-drowning-in-his-own-head wise, and he's the only one who can do that.

"You're not listening to me."

Shit, Cas had been speaking this entire time, hadn't he? "Sorry, I was -" Dean looks Cas in the face to apologize, and lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, cause thank god, Cas isn't that pale. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Cas smiles, and it's not lopsided anymore, it's just Cas.

(Dean wonders if he should try to mirror it.)

"I was just saying that now I know that that's not the only part of being human."

"What do you mean?"

"The pain and the suffering, Dean. That's not all." Cas says. "There's also love, and kindness, and worry of the non-lifethreatening kind that dissipates with a smile, and warmth."

Dean stares at him.

"And sure," Cas shrugs. "I knew those things before too — I've read books, I've watched you and Sam — but now I've felt them as humans do, for the very first time, so it's a different kind of knowing."

Cas takes Dean's hand in his, and Dean's the one who squeezes.

"I believe the human expression is 'knowing it in my bones'."

Dean lets out a strained laugh in spite of himself. "Dunno, man. I don't think that's exactly what that means."

"But I do know it in my bones." Cas says simply, and Dean's heart does that thing where it feels too big for his chest. How Cas could go through so much, and still be so full of kindness and good, is one of the mysteries of life Dean's never going to solve — but it doesn't stop him from falling a little bit harder every time it happens.

"You should've gotten to know it the last time too, Cas." Dean tells him, sighing again. "I'm just — I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"Well, you are now." Cas tilts his head. "And I prefer the things I'm learning this time over the last time anyway, and I believe it's you who's always taught me that the present is what matters the most. I'm just glad you're here this time."

"And I'm not going anywhere." Dean squeezes their hands tighter, and Cas's smile grows. God, he deserves the world and he keeps settling for Dean, doesn't he — and Dean hates it, and loves it, and couldn't live without it. He puts his other hand on Cas's face, gloving his cheek. Cas leans closer.

"I love you."

Dean's throat constricts. "You're too good to me."

"I think that's the point."

Dean can't help but smile, and he really can't help the tears.

"I'm okay." Cas says, once more. "Are you?"

There's only one answer, and nothing to fight this time.

Dean closes the gap.

"I love you too."

It's not their first kiss, nor is it the first time they've ever said it — but it feels more significant than anything's felt before. It's more them, too — not sickly-sweet or angry and fighting, just them, coming around to the end of a hard talk, falling into each other's arms with an ease they reserve for each other only, and sinking into each other, slow and perfectly synced, like they're made for it.

When they pull back, a moment later, Dean leans his forehead against Cas's and licks his lips. Breathes.

"There's so much more to being human," he hears himself saying. "Than you'd ever find out just living here in the bunker with us."

"Dean," it's Cas's turn to sigh. "I've already found everything I need."

Dean's cheeks heat up. "I thought it was never too late to learn."

"It isn't." Cas leans back, hands falling back to his sides from where they were wrapped around Dean's neck. "But sometimes, practising old things is more important."

Dean immediately dissolves into laughter. "Yeah, no, great going. Call me old before you go to town practising on me."

Cas ignores him save a twinkle in his eyes. "And some things, I'd like us to learn together."

Dean grins.

"And some things," Cas concludes, with a wide smile. "Aren't taught anywhere else in the world."

"Yeah?"

Cas shrugs.

"Why so?"

"Well, rumor has it the teacher's afraid of flying."

Dean freezes for a moment, silent, and then snorts — because yeah, that's funny, Ha Ha, but okay, if Cas is fit enough to make jokes, then he's fit enough to take his meds now, and Dean tells him that gleefully, resulting in Cas's grin immediately turning upside down as he tries to scoot away from Dean, except Dean's kinda expecting it so he's prepared to launch himself on the bed if he has to — and he does have to, cause Dean might love him for his heart, and his courage, and his kindness, but remember how Cas is just a baby in a trenchcoat?

Yeah.

(And that is just a regular morning in the Winchester household.)

#destiel #destiel fic #angst with a happy ending #destiel kiss #deancas fluff #cas angst #well. minor angst. #long post #i really hope you like it Rubi <33 #it got considerably longer (and sadder in the middle) than i'd expected it to be?? but oh well :')) #nyrawyra #userpris #userdee #spncreatorsdaily #dean pov #kashmircastiel #friendshapedcastiel #rambleoncas #oh writing my writing

[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

Oops

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - criminal minds based mentions of violence (not really), drinking

Summary - When something slips out at the round table things between the Reader and Spencer get really awkward

(i got the idea from notjoselyn on tiktok)

Y/n walks alongside Penelope as they move through the BAU bullpen. Talking about the girls' night plans the girls have been working on for the last couple of weeks. "That club would be so fun," Y/n says brightly, "but did everyone agree? I mean it's a little you know loud and crazy."

"I mean Emily is always down," Penelope says, "especially when I ask her... And JJ needs a minute away from her kids. Even if she won't admit it."

"Little angels my ass," Y/n chuckles as they reach the round table, "oh my I have the cutest dress to wear. It's a little- you know."

"Oh, I do know," Penelope says smirking lightly, "you're gonna look hot!"

"Mmm you just wait and see," Y/n chuckles.

"Wait and see what?" Spencer asks as he joins the two at the table. The girls chuckle lightly as Spencer looks between them. "What?"

"Well, boy wonder we are talking about our upcoming girls' night," Penelope tells him, "specifically about the dress miss Y/n here is going to wear." Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer nods lightly. "What color is it?"

"Black," Y/n tells her, "a little black dress moment you know?"

"Yes!" Penelope says brightly, "oh I can't wait." Y/n chuckles lightly. "I have this really cute dress picked out- it's purple very sparkly. Very eye-catching."

"Hot," Y/n says playfully. Spencer looks slightly amused with the banter. "I just hope JJ can keep up. I mean with all the mom duties she's been slacking behind on girls' nights... I feel like we are gonna exhaust her."

"Redbull drinks exist for a reason," Penelope says.

"Right," Y/n says.

"What even happens on a girls' night?" Spencer asks.

"Chaos," Y/n tells him, "We all drink until we can't stand. Dance with strangers. Leave the FBI training at home and have fun."

"Sounds dangerous," Spencer says, "do you have a designated driver?"

"Uber," Penelope tells him.

"That's not safe," Spencer says, "do you guys not pay attention to the cases we get? How many of the girls we see started out at some random bar?"

"If you're so worried you be our dd," Y/n offers. He looks between the two girls carefully.

"Fine," He says, "I'll go."

"You can't go," Emily says as she and JJ join them at the round table, "it's girls' night."

"I won't ruin the fun I'll just keep you from dying," Spencer says, "1 in 5 violent victimizations involving perceived alcohol use by the offender."

"That's ruining the fun Spence," JJ says placing her hand on his shoulder, "we are big girls-"

"No no, he wants to be DD then let him," Y/n says, "we save uber money that way. Plus he can't be the one that gets to play wheres, Emily."

"Or Can we keep clothes on Penelope," JJ chuckles. Y/n nods lightly. Spencer raises a brow lightly. "Just remember you signed up for this." Rossi and Hotch join the others in the room. The conversation shifts from reckless drinking to the cases they are supposed to be consulting on. "I'd say, sadist."

"Profiler JJ always comes through," Y/n says smiling lightly. The blonde chuckles lightly. "I mean it profiles relatively simple... This all the cops have?"

"Yes," Hotch answers her, "I think what we have so far is all that we'll be able to give them based on the files they sent." They all nod lightly. Handing the files over to Penelope as they move to the next one. After six or seven more cases the attention starts to shift. Small conversations breaking out around the table. Y/n tries her best to focus but the words were all blurring together.

"So are the girls' night plans always this dangerous?" Spencer asks her. Clearly more curious than he's trying to let on.

"You worried about me?" Y/n teases lightly.

"Well yeah," Spencer says, "I'm worried about all of you... I mean it's really risky going out like that- not that I'm saying you guys can't take care of yourselves but- you know what we see. The statistics show how dangerous it is."

"I understand what you're saying but we watch out for each other," Y/n assures him, "and besides with you babysitting us we will have a knight in shining armor to save us if it goes too far."

"You don't think it'll look weird with me watching a group of girls?" Spencer asks.

"You're right," Y/n says, "we should ask Morgan if he wants to go."

"Go where?" Morgan says looking from his conversation with Hotch.

"To this new club," Y/n tells him, "tonight with the girls and Spencer."

"Spencer?" Morgan asks clearly shocked at the addition of the younger man.

"Don't be so surprised," Emily says, "he offered to make sure us ladies got home alright." Morgan nods lightly.

"Yeah and you can make him feel a little less left out," Y/n offers, "make it seem less like he's babysitting... Rossi, Hotch if you want to come as well we can make it a team thing."

"If it's a team thing then I want everyone to forget what happens when we leave this office," Penelope says, "whatever happens when we drink stays in the safety of the club."

"Jack has a sleepover," Hotch tells them, "maybe another time." They all look to Rossi. The older man chuckles.

"I think my clubbing days are past me," Rossi tells them, "plus its poker night."

"Lame," Emily teases lightly, "Morgan will you at least come?"

"Of course," Morgan says, "I don't wanna leave our boy genius all alone." Y/n looks back to Spencer and smiles lightly. Trying to get back to her work. The boy keeps his eyes on her. She looks up carefully. He smiles to deflect the fact he's been staring at her.

"That necklace looks really nice on you," Spencer tells her. She smirks lightly.

"Thanks," Y/n says, "but your hands would look nicer." The words leave her mouth before she can process what she said. She freezes at once as the table looks around in slight amusement and shock at what just happened. Y/n's eyes widen in horror. Rossi laughs lightly.

"At least let him take you out on a date first," Rossi jokes. Y/n looks up to Spencer who's still frozen. His mouth slightly open as if all words are suddenly lost to him. Morgan just laughs loudly at the situation. Y/n can feel her face go red. She moves covering her mouth lightly.

"Did she really?" Penelope starts.

"Oh she did," Emily says in pure amusement.

Y/n closes the file and moves to stand up.

"I'm gonna walk out the door," She says slowly, "and when I walk back in here we can pretend that it never happened."

"Please," Hotch says. She nods quickly. Walking out the door. She takes a lap around the BAU in an attempt to work through the crippling embarrassment this situation is going to bring her for the next forty years. She can already tell she's gonna see this in her nightmares.

Back at the table, Spencer is still frozen.

"She broke him," Emily chuckles as JJ waves her hand in front of Spencer's eyes. He blinks quickly. He looks over the others.

"Did that actually just happen?" Spencer asks them finally. They nod lightly. His face is bright red. Suddenly that big brain of his is nothing more than a peanut. When Y/n steps back into the room he's still in slight shock. She shuffles nervously back into her seat beside Spencer. Making a point to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm never going to live that down am I?" She whispers over to Penelope. The blond chuckles awkwardly.

"Oh no honey," Penelope says, "probably note."

"Oh goddammit," Y/n says softly. She moves the file lifting it to cover her face.

Meanwhile, in Spencer's big brain he's trying to process that the girl he's had a crush on for years said that his hands would look good around her neck. He tries to explain it in any way that makes sense but he's out of luck there. All he can think is what just happened?

Y/n's thankful when Hotch dismisses them back to their desks to work on their reports. She's suddenly very grateful for having the desk furthest away from Spencer. She can't even begin to think about what the hell she'd say to him to clear all this up. And Spencer and Emily laughing lightly don't help at all. She can just imagine all the things he's saying. Not to mention him avoiding her eyes at all cost.

Her face is still bright red when she shuffles into the elevator to head home later. However, life is forever cruel. Instead of giving her an empty elevator to escape to Hotch and Emily jump in beside her. She chuckles nervously.

"I'm not going to say anything," Hotch tells her, "just- try not to say anything like that while we're trying to work."

"Right," Y/n says softly.

"Where did that even come from?" Emily asks leaning forward to get a look at the girl. Y/n chuckles nervously.

"You're gonna have to get me drunk before I answer that," Y/n says carefully, "mostly because that's the only way you're gonna get me to talk about what is probably one of the top ten most embarrassing things that I've ever done." Emily chuckles lightly.

"Well, then the first round is on me."

When she meets back up with Emily the other girl is pretty much shoving a drink into her hand. Y/n takes it without a word. Knocking back the shot eagerly at the thought the others would be meeting them soon. More so that she's going to have to see Spencer... Considering she invited him.

"Oh, you do look hot!" Penelope exclaims as she and the others move to join the two girls. Penelope engulfs Y/n into a hug. Clearly excited to see her outside of the work setting. "Oh and look at you, Emily!" As Y/n's eyes settle on Spencer she starts to panic.

"I'm gonna go get our first round," Y/n says planning her escape route in her mind. Before the others can say anything she's rushing off to the bar. She orders the drinks quickly. Trying to focus on the bartender's movements.

"Hey," A soft voice says. She turns to look at Spencer. She turns back to the bar immediately. Spencer looks at her slightly confused. "You shouldn't walk off alone it's dangerous." The bartender sets the tray down. She takes it eagerly.

"You could see me from the table," Y/n says trying her best to not look at the boy. He follows her carefully as she hurries through the crowd back to the table. She sets the drinks down at once. "To the BAU!" The others grab the shots eagerly. She takes hers knocking it back quickly. Spencer looks over her carefully.

"Oh, I love this song!" Penelope says as she drags Y/n off to the dance floor. Emily follows. The second they get to the floor y/n tries not to focus on the awkwardness. Instead pushing her attention onto dancing with her friends.

"So?" Emily asks, "where did that come from?"

"Deep in my subconscious," Y/n answers, "you know I've always had a thing for Reid but- I can't believe I said that out loud!"

"I thought I was dreaming!" Emily chuckles as she moves her hips to the beat, "but Hotch's face- that was real."

"So was Spencer's heart attack!" Y/n adds, "did you see him? I thought he was going into shock!"

"I think he did," Emily says over the music. The two chuckle lightly. Emily looks over to the boy. Elbowing Y/n to look as well. They see him drinking out of a water bottle as he looks over the crowd carefully. Morgan talking to him about something that seemed serious. Spencer looks like he's turning red again.

"He looks good tonight," Y/n says to Emily, "the whole sweater and tie combo." Y/n bites her lip lightly. Emily chuckles.

"Maybe you can have his hands as a necklace then?" Emily teases. Y/n scoffs lightly. "Go talk to him- now."

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Emily says, "and you trust me with your life." Y/n sighs lightly. "Come on." She doesn't get a chance to argue. Emily yanks the girl along the dance floor before practically shoving her into the booth. Then Emily looks to Morgan. "Let's get another round." The two are gone before Y/n has a chance to process her thoughts. Spencer smiles lightly.

"Hey," He says softly.

"Hey," Y/n says, "how's the- weather?"

"Fine," Spencer says, "about earlier-"

"I know over the line," Y/n starts.

"You think about that often?" He asks. Y/n's eyes widen at his words. Layers of confidence and the slight smirk on his face make her wonder if she blackout and this was a dream.

"Uh- well I," She mumbles lightly. Spencer leans over to her ear.

"Cause we can make it happen," Spencer whispers. Y/n steps back at once. Spencer looks at her carefully. "Shit Morgan said the wouldn't sound creepy. I'm sorry- I just was trying to be flirty." Y/n looks at him carefully. As if she's deciding him if he's real or not.

"Wait so you don't think I'm a freak?" Y/n asks him carefully.

"No no- I was just kinda taken back," Spencer admits, "I mean I'm not exactly used to hearing that." Y/n chuckles lightly. "But you know- we could?"

"Hmm- I don't think they'd notice if we left," Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer bites his lip lightly.

"Well if you don't think they'd notice," Spencer says. Y/n chuckles grabbing his home to pull him along the bar to get to his car.

They absolutely noticed.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds

[cooliogirl101]

so what happened with nana and shamal? are they a less intense version of gin and hisana? 🤔

The first time Shamal sets eyes on Nana Fujiwara, he is convinced he’s seen an angel. He takes in the warmth of her eyes, the silkiness of her hair, the way she smells like white tea and jasmine, and he leaps at her with welcoming arms, ready to embrace her and press himself against those soft, inviting curves.

He’s promptly enveloped in an enormous cloud of pepper spray. That basically sets the tone for the next two years of their relationship.

In general, Nana likes to think of herself as someone who gets along pretty well with people. She knows she has a bit of a temper, but she tries her best to keep it under control and to remain patient, calm, and understanding. 

That all goes out the window when it comes to Trident Shamal.

There are a lot of things about Shamal that she hates. She hates the way he leers at and chases after every girl he finds attractive. She hates his stupid, perverted grin and she hates the stupid, dopey look he gets on his face every time she sees him, and she hates his stupid, fucking ridiculous rule about ‘not treating men.’

Most of all though, she hates how he gets away with it. How every single member of the administration simply laughs it off, telling her it’s “just some harmless flirting, don’t worry about it.” One professor tells her she should be flattered and she almost commits homicide right then and there. 

Then to top everything off, she can’t even avoid him because as the top two members of their class, they always end up getting paired together for projects, which was...just typical. 

Honestly, Nana thinks the fact that she hasn’t killed him yet is an enormous testament to her self control. She could probably put that on her resume under ‘special skills’-- has refrained from murdering classmate (was there a word for that? Classmate-cide? Peer-tricide?) despite being given literally hundreds of reasons to do so. 

Not to say she hasn’t imagined doing so. Vividly. She ended up doodling so many scenarios that she had to get a second notebook. 

~~

Any other day, and Shamal would have been thrilled to have Nana Fujiwara, the loveliest, prettiest, most adorable girl in his class, knocking on his door. Any other day and he would’ve been more than happy to wax poetic about her beautiful smile, her fiery personality, her large, doe-like eyes, the soft curve to those plump, inviting lips, the-- well, the list goes on. 

Right now however, he hadn’t showered in three (or was it four?) days, he was drenched in his own sweat, he was running a fever of 39.5 C, his head was throbbing painfully, everything hurt, and to top everything off, the room smelled strongly of vomit. 

“Shamal, I know you’re in there! Open up!” Shamal groaned miserably, covering his eyes with one arm as the pounding at the door caused his headache to go from ‘someone trying to drive an iron spike through my head’ to ‘iron spike is now on fire and accompanied by a hundred tiny hammers, please kill me now.’ 

“Goddammit Shamal, you were supposed to send me the draft of your half of the project three days ago! Open the door!” Nana continued to shout through the door. “I swear to god, if you don’t open up, I will kick your door down, don’t think I won’t--oh.”

Nana blinked, irritated scowl melting away at the sight of his appearance. She frowned, a touch of concern creeping into her expression.

“Are you...okay?” She asked hesitantly. It was the first time he’d heard Nana Fujiwara sound hesitant and Shamal hated it. 

Summoning up whatever last reserves of strength he had left, Shamal put on his best flirtatious grin, eyes curving up into crescents. 

“Aww, you don’t have to be worried about me, beautiful!” He cooed, then clenched his teeth as he felt his stomach swoop nauseatingly. “I’ll be fine, just had a lil’ too much to drink last night.” He leaned casually against the doorframe, which had the added benefit of keeping him mostly upright. “I just need to sleep it off and then--”

“Yeah no, you’re clearly not okay. Stupid question,” Nana murmured, clearly ignoring everything he’d just said. She stepped closer, placing a hand against his forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up. Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No!” He shouted. Nana flinched, startled, and Shamal cursed under his breath. He hadn’t meant to do that. 

“No,” he repeated, calmer this time. “No hospitals. I’ll be fine.”

“Shamal--” Nana began. 

“They won’t be able to do anything,” he interrupted. “I’ve been through this before, I know how it goes. I just need to wait it out.” He swallowed. “Going to a hospital won’t help. Please, Nana, I--”

He suddenly doubled over, retching violently the rest of his words disappearing under a river of vomit. Shamal had just enough time to see Nana’s eyes widen before he slipped into blissful unconsciousness. 

~~

Shamal woke up to gentle hands dabbing at his face with a cool washcloth, the pleasant scent of white tea and jasmine, a familiar voice murmuring soft reassurances in his ear.

“Shhh, you’re okay. It’s just me,” the voice whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

“Nana?” Shamal asked, fighting to stay awake. “You stayed.”

There was a pause.

“Yeah,” she said finally. “Yeah. I stayed.” 

~~

Honestly, Nana had no idea what possessed her to actually listen to her obviously sick, half-delirious, idiot classmate instead of doing the reasonable thing, which would’ve been to dump him at the nearest hospital. 

Maybe it was the fact that he’d actually called her by her name for once, instead of some stupid pet name. Maybe it was the fact that she knew firsthand how miserable hospitals could be and could sympathize with his desire to avoid them at all cost. Or maybe it was the fact that she recognized the tone of voice he’d used when he’d told her that there was nothing the doctors could do to help him-- the kind of resigned certainty that could only come from experience, of having your hopes dashed over and over. It was a tone of voice she was well acquainted with. 

(“I’m sorry Christina, there’s nothing more we can do.”)

It could have been any one of those reasons, or all three of them. She tried not to think too much about it. 

It took another two days before Shamal’s fever started coming down and three before he started sounding halfway coherent again. On the fourth, she found him sitting in bed with his breakfast untouched on the nightstand next to him.

“Is something wrong?” Nana asked, frowning. “Are you feeling nauseous again?” When he shook his head, she continued, “I can make something else if you don’t like--”

“Why?” Shamal interrupted. 

“Why what?” Nana asked, puzzled. “Why did I make eggs? I was looking up things that are good to eat when you’re sick and I came across a recipe for Chinese steamed eggs. I wish I knew about this before, I mean like it provides protein but it’s soft like a custard so you don’t have to chew much and--”

“No, why-- why do all this? Why go to this much trouble for me?” Shamal demanded, gesturing wildly with his hands. “The cooking, and the-- the washing, and you even cleaned up my apartment, and I don’t-- I don’t understand why--”

“Well, what was I supposed to do, just leave your unconscious body lying there on Death’s front doorstep?” Nana asked uncomprehendingly. 

“I threw up on you!” Shamal snapped, sounding mortified. 

“Yeah, you aren’t the first person to throw up on me, and you won’t be the last,” she responded dryly. “I’d be in the wrong line of work if I let a little vomit get to me.”

When he still refused to meet her eyes, she sighed. 

“Look Shamal, I may not like you-- actually, I can’t stand you-- but that doesn’t mean I want you to suffer like this. You don’t deserve that, no one deserves that.” 

No one deserved to feel like their body was failing them. Nana swallowed, forcing her voice to remain steady. 

“I was in a position to help, and so I did,” she said quietly. “It’s as simple as that.”

“...as simple as that,” Shamal echoed. “You truly mean that, don’t you? No favors, no debts, just--” He laughed, a little disbelievingly. “You’d go above and beyond the call of duty even for those you hate, just because it was the right thing to do.” He shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. “You really are something else, Nana Fujiwara.”

Nana glanced away, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was just acting weird due to the lingering fever, or-- or dizziness from missing breakfast, but something about the way he was looking at her in that moment--

“I should take your temperature again, it’s been over eight hours since I last checked it,” she said abruptly. “I think I left the thermometer in the other room, wait here.” She marched off and tried to ignore how it felt like running away. “Eat your eggs.” 

#would really love to hear what you guys think of this relationship dynamic! #solar flame au #wtl!au

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Ticket Booth

Great. Just what she needed.

Amity being stood up on her blind date.

Again.

"This is just ridiculous." She sighs to herself, impatiently alternating between checking her phone and the watch on her wrist just to avoid human confrontation from any passersby on the street.

I mean, is she surprised? Not really. Did she hope it would turn out different? Kinda

Not like this was the first time Ed and Em had set her up on another blind date. You should head out more! Meet new people, get a change of environment!

New people, my ass. If ever she gets a chance to meet these said new people, that is.

Amity checks her phone again with a big bright 8:10 PM, humiliating her at every passing second. Tick, tick, tick. There's that sound of that unnecessarily large wall clock hung in front of the movie theaters, more people arriving in front of the ticket booth, hands interlaced and smiles all warm and happy, and goddammit; her date was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago!

The wind's gotten colder, the theaters getting overcrowded, her feet hurt from standing too much, and in attempt to hide herself from the sad, despicable, cynical reality of it all, she huddles herself inside her massive winter cloak, tendrils of bubblegum hair sticking out from the side of her hoodie.

Why God, why did she agree to go to this?!

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Amity whips her attention towards the (cute) lady behind the ticket booth. Not one for initiating conversations, she coughs to suppress her shyness and answers, "Uh y-yeah. I have a um, a date. I'm waiting for them."

The lady behind the ticket booth smiles this really cute smile of hers and suddenly Amity has forgotten her name altogether. "You know, I don't wanna sound rude or anything, but the movie starts at exactly 8:15. And I don't think you'll be able to see it if you're gonna be out here, freezing in the cold."

She laughs tucking a hair behind her ear. "Yeah well, this isn't my first time being stood up so I guess I'm used to it at this point."

"Wait, you're being stood up?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now she thinks you're some hopeless romantic.

Shaking her head frantically, she manages to salvage herself from this stranger that she has a sudden urge to impress all of a sudden. "W-What? No! I meant my date was um busy and they texted me too late, so I guess I am kinda freezing my ass off outside the movie theater. But not because I was waiting for them the entire evening! I-I have better things to do than um..."

Being stood up by my blind date who hasn't even met me! Crap, maybe I am the problem?

"Better things to do like stand outside in the freezing cold?"

Her eyes dart towards the ticket lady who no doubt is feeling sympathetic for her pathetic ass and as she does, there's still that smile of hers etched on her face, looking down at her with some sympathy but she doesn't mind, she likes how she's looking at her. Had she already mentioned she thought she was cute?

"O-Or that." Amity answers pathetically, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

"Tell you what," The lady in the booth begins. "Maybe I can refund you for the tickets? I won't tell my boss or anything, they'll be fine with it."

Ticket lady was being awfully nice to her, which was strange because most strangers usually had a fight or flight response whenever they saw Amity talking to them, probably because of her intimidating aura, which she doesn't really blame them for. This cute ticket lady on the other hand, was a whole different story.

"Oh no, my sister's already paid for the tickets online, plus I don't think these two tickets are refundable so um, I guess I'll just have to watch this movie alone or maybe sell my ticket to someone who actually has a date." She giggles again, internally sorry for her own situation.

The cute ticket lady pauses for a second, attention a bit distant and elbows perched above her desk. Amity debates with herself whether or not she should just say fuck it and watch the movies alone, at least until ticket lady finally looks up and meets her eye to eye. And woah, she never knew eyes could look that brown.

"Hey, how about I watch it with ya?"

... What?

"What?" She parrots her thoughts. I'm sorry did she hear that right?

The lady smiles even wider, eyes pinched from the apples of her cheeks and a smile so bright, it could rival the stars above them. "You heard me. I wanna watch it with you!"

"You wanna... watch it with me?"

" 'Course I would. That is, if you'll allow me? I promise I'll pay for the tickets, I'm not scamming you or something."

"Oh um, can I ask why?"

The lady laughs again, oblivious to the damage she's been doing to Amity's poor stomach. Butterflies seemed like a stupid analogy, it was like the entire zoo came in to visit. "I can't let a pretty girl walk inside that movie theater all alone. There might be some serial killers inside there."

Oh.

Well, this turned out to be the best possible scenario she could come up with.

Pretty girl? Her?

This night just keeps getting better and better.

Feeling uncharacteristically playful, she refutes back, cheeks ablaze by the little compliment. "And how do I know that you're not a serial killer, plotting to bury my body?"

Her eyes are squinting from absolute mirth, clearly not expecting her to reply back. "I can prove to you that I am not, in fact, a serial killer by politely introducing myself. "Luz Noceda. College student by day, billionaire philanthropist by night."

"By billionaire philanthropist, do you mean ticket booth manager? Because I think both are equally badass."

Luz shrugs, unfazed. "Eh, its hard living the double life. I have to keep my identity hidden so no one assassinates me in broad daylight."

Simultaneously, they both laugh at their dumb topic, and Amity has never felt this alight with another person before. Her chest feels tighter, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, this night might not be as bad as she initially thought it would be.

"So, have I proven myself worthy? Can I watch it with you?" Luz is practically bouncing on her feet, tail wagging like a retriever waiting for her treat. She looks so damn adorable behind the ticket booth that Amity's heart threatens to jump out of her throat and melt right in front of her.

So what if a cute girl wants to watch a movie with you? Big deal! It's not like she's asking for your hand in marriage. It's not like it's a date or anything.

Oh God, is it a date?! Oh no, no, no. What has she gotten herself into?!

What if she says yes and embarrasses herself right in front of her? They barely even know each other! They don't know each other at all! What if this really, really cute girl doesn't actually like her and is just doing this out of pity and turns out they'll never see each other again, and, and—

"Hey, earth to bubblegum, I'm still here. In case, you forgot. I don't wanna be all rude or anything—"

"N-No!" Amity cuts her off so quickly, she's on the verge of a panic attack. "You can watch it with me! We can watch it t-together! I'd l-love to!"

Smooth move Blight, smooth move.

Her words seemed to be enough to calm Luz down and she feels like she has God to personally thank for for that beautiful smile of hers. Honestly, how can one smile like that? It's that type of smile that could brighten an entire room or the physical embodiment of joy, youth and everything else good in the world.

"Wait, but what about the ticket booth? Are you allowed to leave it alone?" Concerned, Amity asks Luz as she walks out of the booth.

"Nah, Eda won't mind. I think. I-I'll be back before she even notices I'm gone. Won't be a problem! Hopefully." Taking off her cap, Luz locks the door behind her, tucking the key safely in her pocket. She looks back at Amity, eyes gleaming from the adventure of it all. Eyes that remind her of chestnut and coffee on a cold, serene morn. And a low, pixie cut to tie it all together.

Luz hands out her palm, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through her, she's smiling that sunny smile of hers again, cheeks flushed and hair a mess from the stuffy cap and Amity thinks to herself again that wow, she really is cute.

"You ready?"

Two words, two simple words from a stranger she's never even met before. What would Ed and Em think if they saw her right now, watching movies with a random girl she doesn't even know? Her instincts are telling her to go, leave, maybe find another night to watch the movies, you can pay for the tickets another day, you barely even know this person!

But when Amity finally looks up from her hand to those chestnut eyes and that smile of pure unabashed warmth, she's made her decision.

She's positive that her cheeks are the brightest shade of red, practically glowing under the cheap porch light, but if she squints, just enough, the same shade of red are on Luz's cheeks too, flushed and cherry red, just as she was. Nervous albeit excited, just as she was.

"I thought you'd never ask."

#lumity #the owl house #lumity fanfiction #amity blight #luz noceda #modern college au #hey hey hey lookie its my first lumity fanfic