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punkgrogg · 3 years

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Doorway Duo pt.3

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 3,074

Notes: Sorry I took so long! I had to split this update into several parts because I ended up typing out over 6,000 words so another part will be posted in a couple days hopefully I can fix my laptop by then.

Date Posted: 9/4/2021

“Share the heat,” Hoseok complained, tugging the blanket from my cocooned form.

October ‘s days were chilly but as soon as the sun set, it was freezing. I was propped up on the couch, surrounded by pillows and a king sized blanket tucked around me. Mom sat on the recliner to my left, the reason behind my assortment of pillows, and Hoseok was shoving his way into the occupied seat on my right. Well, my legs were occupying it.

“There’s a while couch right there ass hat.” I whined as he lifted my legs and placed them on his lap. This wasn’t so bad- he was warm- but the sibling bond between us made sure to complain.

“I don’t want to sit next to dad, he’s way too excited over the game.” Hobi pulled out his phone and scrolled aimlessly.

“When’s Namjoon gonna be here? His team is kicking ass.`` Dad was lively when it came to soccer. It was cute though and I loved how animated he’d get with each goal. But the kicker is that he and Namjoon rooted for other teams. Hobi, Jin, and I all sided with dad on the sports front but Joonie picked a shitty team that’s been coming up in the last couple of years. Maybe the heart attack he nearly gave dad ten years ago was worth it- if the pride in my dad’s eyes were anything to go by.

Joonie was our wild card, he seemed to pick the most difficult path just because he liked the challenge. He’d always do the opposite of what we expected, whether it was the sudden law school decision or boycotting Christmas one year. But today was probably the most surprising.

Jungkook apparently wasn’t a sports fan until this season started, my dad’s enthusiasm rubbed off onto him and now it was funny to see him white-knuckling a sprite over a bad call. Taehyung was taking a nap upstairs and mom was idly reading some seedy romance novel if the blush on her face was anything to go by. Well it was probably the shirtless man emblazoned on the cover that truly gave it away.

Hobi sighed and tossed his phone over onto the side table, he closed his eyes and melodramatically threw his arm over his face as he rested against the back of the loveseat. I rolled my eyes, “what’s it now buttercup?”

He huffed at my nickname, “Jimin isn’t responding.” He dropped his arm to pout at me as if I could help the situation at all.

“You know he’s probably working right now?” I nudged his arm with one of my feet.

His pout turned into a full blown frown as he made puppy eyes at me. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean i can’t miss him.”

“OH, so you’re going to finally admit that you’re dating him?” The delighted smile that ripped it’s way across my face made the frown completely fall off of his.

“Oh shit.”

His shock made me full bellied laugh, “Mom! Hobi finally sa-”

“Shut up! You tricked me!” he hissed as he covered my mouth, I smiled evilly as I licked the back of his hand to deter him.

“The baby.” Jungkook snapped, ripping Hobi's hand off my face. How did he manage to get across the room so quickly? Beyond me. There was a cloudy sort of anger in his face, one where he knew he shouldn’t be angry but couldn’t help it.

“Kookie, I'm fine.” I reached up to hold his wrist as he let go of Hobi's hand. He looked down on me tersely, his eyes colder than usual.

“Hoseok, how many times do your mother and I have to say to be gentler with your sister? You two are honestly getting too old for this.” Dad scolded, his hand on Hobi’s shoulder. I could see him curling into himself and suddenly I felt small.

“Dad, I'm okay, Hoseok and I were just playing. You know he’d never hurt me or the baby.`` I let go of Jungkook's wrist and tried to sit myself up more. It was hard this late into the pregnancy.

“You need to be more careful too, you’re way too rowdy these days.” he chastised me and I could feel the anger at being talked down to. I’m not a child anymore.

“No, this is my baby and my body, I get to decide when it’s too rowdy. We weren’t wrestling or fighting and I could easily breathe. We were doing nothing wrong, why are you acting like this?” My tone was cold and I forced myself up into a standing position. Jungkook stepped away from the couch so i could have enough room.

“y/n baby, you know i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-” i cut him off; i was fuming.

“Well you did. You basically said that either my big brother is going to hurt me or that I'm incapable of judging how much energy I can exert. We’re all adults in this room, why did you two have to intervene?” my glare turned to Jungkook, he hardened his gaze.

“The baby’s hormones are-”

“No more baby excuses,” I cut him off. “I know he’s fine, he’s twisting and kicking just as he’s always been.”

“The baby’s hormones are-”

“Stop Jungkook.” I held up a hand, the anger bubbling up to the surface. I needed to cool down before I lashed out. I could feel the heat coursing through my arms and filling my chest.

“No, Y/n he’s right I didn't notice it till you stood up but the baby’s hormones have gotten really strong all of a sudden.” Hoseok chimed in. still seated, he reached out and touched my stomach. Mom crossed the room and shoved her way through Jungkook and dad to kneel in front of my stomach, accessing my state.

“What? What does that mean?” I cradled my bump, the fear seeping into my words. He felt normal there, my doctor told me if anything were to feel wrong then to trust my instincts and immediately go to the hospital. But this was different, nothing felt wrong.

Taehyung thundered down the stairs, “Y/n? What’s going on down here? I can smell the stress from upstairs,” he took a backseat to the worry on my mind.

“Is something wrong with him? Nothing feels wrong.” I turned to Jungkook, the worry overpowering the shame of the argument we had just had. He was the first to notice so maybe he knew what was wrong.

“I was wrong, holy shit, we should make a doctor’s appointment.” Hoseok suddenly exclaimed, he jumped up and held me at arms length by the shoulders. He looked down to my stomach with a shocked expression.

“Honey, get the keys we’re going to the hospital.” mom barked out. I didn’t even notice her leaving the huddle but she was back at the recliner as she tugged on some tennis shoes.

“No! It's okay! The pheromones are showing that she’s okay too.” Jungkook finally spoke up, he threw an arm around me and pointed at the baby.

“She?” The confusion in my father’s voice was only a mirror to the rest of the room.

“Yeah, the pheromones got so strong because there’s two.” Hobi explained as he crossed the room and relieved mom of her purse. He placed a calming hand on her shoulders. Shoulders that seemed to be leveled with her ears with the abrupt stress.

“You mean twins? It's a bit late to find that out don’t you think?” she all but hissed at her third son. Mom was visibly anxious right now, something I had never seen before. She was usually so calm and cheerful around us.

“Mom, you’ve said it yourself, y/n is bigger than most pregnancies.”

“I mean yeah but we’ve gone to the doctor twenty times over the summer and I think he’d find another baby in there.” I chimed in, coming to mom’s other side. I think it helped with calming her down because her shoulders lowered a bit.

“I can smell both, I can smell her all of a sudden alongside him.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, his head burrowing into my shoulder. His grip on me was tighter than usual.

“But Tae that doesn’t make sense.” I turned in his grasp, facing the snow leopard hybrid, my disbelief written across my face.

“He’s had a very strong scent and a very strong heartbeat, maybe he just masked hers.” Jungkook stepped into my bubble once again. He was on the other side of Tae but seemed to block off any others from joining in the clique.

“But the ultrasounds only show one baby.” I reasoned out, my right hand reaching behind me to rest on my mother’s shoulder. Accepting there was a second was terrifying, I was barely holding myself together for the one pregnancy. Adding on another? Was I eating enough? Taking enough precautions? Maybe dad was right in intervening today.

“Back in the day they couldn’t find Seokjin’s penis and told us we’d be having a girl. It was a bit of a shock when he came out.” Dad. Of course, I've heard this story before, ultrasounds weren’t always perfect.

“What should i do?” I was scared and it was evident in the shake of my voice, Taehyung only hugged me harder.

“Hey guys, what's going on here?” Namjoon’s voice shattered the tension of the room. Seeing him and the dark haired male next to him gave me a chance to breathe.

Hoseok flitted across the room, his excitement at seeing our older brother evident in the wagging of his feather duster of a tail. “Joon, you're going to be an aunt and an uncle.”

“What?”

“Hobi that’s not how it works and you know it.” Mom chastised with a small shake of her head. Hoseok was a blessing to us all when tensions were high. “Who’s this?”

Namjoon seemed to freeze up a bit before throwing an arm around the guy hovering behind him a bit. Said man flushed lightly at the attention turning to him and in the soft light of the living room I could barely make out a pair of silky black ears atop his head. “This is Min Yoongi, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” I sputtered out, breaking the moment of silence that enveloped the living room. I could see dad from my peripheral making his way to the doorway with a smile.

“Yeah, problem?” Joonie’s eyes were narrowed at me but eased up at the grin I was sporting.

Pulling away from Taehyung a bit, I sneered at Hobi. “Hoseok- he told us about his boyfriend before you could. How does that feel?”

Hoseok groaned before stomping over to me to grind out: “Oh my god you're annoying and technically i said it first.”

“But you didn’t tell mom and dad.” I taunted, the faux misery on my brother’s face would fuel me for months. Taehyung sat on the loveseat behind him and tugged at the hem of my shirt for me to join him.

“They’ve met Jimin before though and according to you i’m not subtle.” Hobi argued, his hand on his hip. Jungkook followed Tae and I down to the seat and I was wedged between the two with my legs in Kook’s lap. He gently rubbed circles into my swollen ankles as Hobi and I glared at each other.

“Anyway, what's this about me being an aunt now?” Joonie interrupted the stare down with Yoongi by his side, our parents must have finally let them out of their interrogation.

“These three are suddenly claiming I'm pregnant with twins.” I explained with a flick of my wrist, the stress of the situation (that was only a few minutes ago) seemed as if it were twelve years in the past.

“Um, I can smell two scents too.” Yoongi’s soft spoken words brought back the fear.

“Holy shit, mom! What am I supposed to do? Should we go to the hospital?” I tried to push myself up into a sitting position but Taehyung held me gently to his chest.

“The babies are happy, I don't think they’re in danger. “He hummed softly into my ear. I could feel the sincerity behind his words. He rubbed a hand up my arm gently and started to purr. An attempt to ease my anxiety.

“Danger or not- we still need to confirm if there are actually twins. That’s a nightmare in itself. That’s double of everything I was sort of ready for. Wait, what if I give birth prematurely- don’t twins come early?” there was panic rising in my chest.

“Mom and Dad went to their room, they’re recovering from the unexpected news but Y/n it’s going to be okay. We’ll go to the doctor’s tomorrow, together,” Hoseok reminded me, he softly ruffled my hair as he leaned down to kiss the top of my forehead. Still I looked around the room for my mother. The one who holds all the answers to my pregnancy fears. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi, all stood above us three, all showing a different expression. Namjoon looked apprehensive, which was normal for him. Hoseok looked as if he were trying to tame a wild animal. Yoongi thought he looked stunned, his eyes blown wide.

“Hobi you’re banned from my ultrasound appointments. You almost broke the equipment.” I reminded him with a forced smile. I could still feel the panic but it was ebbing away. I wasn’t dying, I was safe. The babies were safe. Everything will be okay.

“That’s so rude, I apologized and everything.” he crossed his arms, generously taking the bait. Knowing that Joonie would laugh at his expense.

“We’ll go with you, we haven’t been able to go since Hoseok has been.” Taehyung declared, way too happy for me to decline, and I smiled softly at him. I was held up against his torso, his head just a few inches above my own. He leaned down and rubbed his forehead against my own.

“You’re going to scent mark my sister in front of me?” Namjoon sputtered indignantly, causing Tae to freeze all of a sudden.

“Namjoon, that’s not scent marking.” Hoseok laughed and shoved at his shoulder playfully.

“Actually, we feline hybrids scent mark like that instead of that mess you canine hybrids do. I scent marked Namjoon earlier in the same way.” Yoongi crossed his arms and seemed to glare down at Tae. I was a bit shocked to say the least.

Hoseok had explained it to me when we were younger, scent marking was a hybrid instinct, and it had two different connotations. There was a familial way and a romantic way to cover another person in their pheromones. Hoseok would hug us and hold our hands growing up to rub just enough of himself on us to comfort himself that we were his family. Especially when we were younger and playing with larger groups of children or when there was a big event. The familial way would only last a few hours and was more of a comforting thing for family and very close friends to help with bonding.

Hoseok had explained the more romantic way was to imbue another’s scent for a much longer time and it was done by stimulation to the scent glands which meant that they would lick each other’s scent glands. He had been tomato red explaining this to me when he had found another hybrid’s scent on me that was much stronger than his own. When I explained that I was just playing with a hybrid at recess and they hugged me he seemed to melt into the floor in embarrassment.

Taehyung was staring up at Namjoon with an indecipherable expression. The massage on my ankles had stopped at Namjoon's exclamation and my glance at Jungkook showed him to be in the same emotionless stare down but instead he was staring down Yoongi. He knew too, but why hadn’t he told me?

“She’s part of our pack, of course I would scent her.” Taehyung had no emotions in his words, the monotonous response seemed to aggravate my brother.

“Wait,” I held my hand up to the seething man before turning to his boyfriend. “I’m confused. Hobi said that licking my neck would be romantic scent marking and hugging was familial scent marking. Which would this be?”

My question caused all four hybrids to freeze up, Hobi’s face once again lighting up in embarrassment.

“Uh, he said that? Well, uh, that’s wrong.” Yoongi forced out, his face turning a light shade of pink.

“Hybrids themselves decide what the type of scent marking it is when they release the pheromones, and there’s a lot of different meanings that could exist. Typically a more familial scenting would be a hug- so that part is right- but also kissing the top of your head could work. Licking your scent glands isn’t a romantic way for scent marking, it’s more sexual.” Yoongi's face almost matched Hoseok’s at this point. “Romantically speaking there’s a lot of ways you can scent someone- like rubbing your necks against each other which is common amongst the canine hybrids. For us feline hybrids we rub our faces against the person, like he had done to you. The pheromones typically let us know, but he’s not releasing heavy enough pheromones for us other hybrids to notice, but rubbing his face against yours is claiming you as his in feline standards.”

“Oh,” I could feel the hybrid underneath me tense up as Yoongi's explanation came to an end. I glanced up at him to see him still staring down my brothers.

“I’m still a little confused but thank you Yoongi. Namjoon, Hoseok, I’ll take it from here, I don't need you hovering over us for this conversation. In fact, I think I'll take this conversation elsewhere, you three have fun watching the game. Joonie, dad recorded this and last week’s matches for you.” I worked my way into a standing position with Taehyung’s help and made my way to the stairs, both Taehyung and Jungkook glued to my sides.

“It was really nice meeting you Yoongi,” I smiled at him and waved my goodbyes as I made my way up. We made our way into my room, the two hovering in the doorway. Just like I had met them. I took a deep breath and settled onto the bed.

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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onlyfans #1 [ransom drysdale]

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a LONG time, and yesterday it wasn��t showing up in the tags, so I’m trying again today! This is part of a future pseudo-series, because I adore this concept. Also, prepare for cameos!!

Summary: So Ransom lost his inheritance. I hope the title doesn’t spoil his plan to make a living (SMUT) 3.4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, size kink, dirty talk, domestic submission, name calling, degradation, dub con (just in case), slight spit play, breath play, taking/selling nudes (lowkey non con here lol) Ransom is a bit of an ass.

absolutely DO NOT READ if any of the warnings mentioned above make you uncomfortable, or if you are under 18!! That being said, enjoy!!!

"Ransom!" you yelled, rummaging through the shopping bag he just left on the counter in the kitchen. "We can't afford-" you scoffed, turning a bottle of wine over in your hands. Feeling yourself fume with anger that was threatening to burst out of you at any time, you placed it back on the counter, and started looking for him around the house, "Ransom, where the fuck are you?"

"Will you stop yelling!?" you heard him groan through the wall.

Rolling your eyes and with genuine rage surging through you, you slammed the door open, so hard it hit the wall behind it. "The fuck is wrong with you? You know we're already fucking tight with money, yet you had to go and buy a $200 bottle of wine!?"

Only after the words left your mouth, did you realize what he was doing. When your eyes landed on his computer screen and you saw him playing Spider Solitaire, you felt like you were actually going to fucking hit him.

"It was the cheapest I could find" he joked, without even bothering to turn around and face you.

"I'm serious right now" you sighed, walking over and snatching his hand from the mouse, "Look at me"

And he did. He turned to look at you, with a roll of his eyes and a displeased grin on his lips, "We're doing fine, you have a good job, what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Only the president could fucking keep up with you, Ransom, I can't afford that kind of crap. If you keep that shit up, we'll both end up on the streets!"

"Don't be so dramatic, doll" he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your outer thigh. Grabbing a handful of your ass, he pulled you closer, "Stop worrying, we'll figure something out"

"We'd better. Because soon-"

"We will" he stopped you, grabbing even harder. His fingers sunk into your flesh, and your whole attitude changed in an instant, as you went mellow under his touch.

"Ok, then" you sighed, determined to find another way to go about this.

"Kiss me" Ransom smiled, and you obliged in an instant. He went in open mouthed, his tongue finding yours in an instant. You gave in completely, submitting to him like you always do. The way he bit into your lower lip, a tad harder than you would have considered pleasurable, made you moan softly against his lips.

"You adore me, I know" he smiled, pulling away from you. Ransom nodded towards the door, "Now go make us something to eat" he said, and then turned back to his computer, "I was busy with something"

"Busy" you mocked him, walking out of the room.

The next few hours of the day went by as usual. Ransom was hard around the edges, a difficult man to please - and god knows you had to constantly please him in order for him to accept you. But you got the hang of it, it became your routine, and you didn't mind it one bit. After having lunch, he went out to meet with a friend, while you stayed inside, making yourself busy.

When you two started getting more comfortable with one another, every now and then Ransom would insist on choosing what you wore while you were home alone with him. You loved this kink of his - he was doing it to himself, having you dress up all hot and skimpy only to have his dick get hard about 20 minutes later - it was a win-win situation. So now, still in one of the outfits he had chosen for you, and with your makeup perfectly done, you sat on the living room couch, finishing up your nails. A show about some mysterious crime that took place over 20 years ago was playing in the background, when Ransom entered the room.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" he beamed, walking over to you, blocking your view of the TV.

"She's fine" you smiled, actually surprised with how cheery he was being.

"You love me, right?"

"Of course, baby" you giggled, "So much"

"Good" Ransom said, his smile fading. "Put this on-" he added, throwing a small red paper bag into your lap, "And then come into the bedroom"

"Are you only ever nice to me when you want something?" you sighed, watching him as he walked out of the room.

"Don't be ridiculous" he laughed, "If I had to be nice every time I wanted something from you, I'd combust"

For a second, you remained dumbfounded. 'He's an asshole, but he's your asshole and you love him' you told yourself, before gathering the courage to open the bag and peak inside. Black lace. Your mouth fell open as you pulled the lingerie out - there was so little material you barely even realized how it was supposed to go. And those little patches of material? Almost completely transparent. You felt a little bit of anxiety curse though your body, but put on in nonetheless. Feeling entirely naked, you put the robe back on over the lingerie, and headed to the bedroom.

In an instant, you spotted Ransom sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. Once he noticed you, he pointed to the bed.

"Take that off and lay down"

Halfheartedly, you listened to him, and then padded over to the bed, wondering what you did wrong. You sat down and leaned back, watching him march up to you.

"Not like this" he said, effortlessly spinning you around to lay on your stomach. "Ass up"

Swallowing thickly, you arched your back and perched your ass up. "What's going on?" you questioned, already getting wet under his hungry stare.

"Shut up, baby" he whispered, groping your thighs and hips. "Stay like this, ok?"

You weren't going to object, but when you felt him distance himself from the bed and walk across the room, your curiosity got the best of you, "Why?"

"Told you something, pet" he threatened, "Keep that sweet little mouth of yours shut. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yeah, ok" you whined.

The anticipation was killing you. The tension between your legs was getting more and more difficult to ignore, and rubbing your thighs together proved futile. A powerful wave of eagerness washed over you when you heard Ransom walk over. You didn't even get to wonder what he was doing, before he slapped your ass hard. You gasped in surprise, but you didn't get a chance to react before he went again. Slap after slap, each growing in intensity against your sensitive skin.

The only thing that interrupted your whines were a few soft moans, as you kicked your legs and squirmed under him, "Fuck-"

"Does it hurt?" Ransom asked, spanking your ass one more time.

"Yes" you cried.

"Good, baby" he hummed, rubbing your inflamed skin. He wasn't as gentle as you wished, his touch burning all the way down to your bones.

You tried to wiggle away, but he was quick to stop you, "Daddy's not finished with you yet. It has to hurt, ok? You need to be Daddy's good little slut and take it"

"I am" you nodded.

"What are you?" he asked, his smile audible in his tone.

"Daddy's good little slut" you repeated, your own words making the pain between your legs skyrocket.

"That's right, pet. That's why you're gonna take all that Daddy has to give you, even if it hurts, yeah? Daddy always knows better than you" Ransom said.

You nodded again, bracing yourself for the impact. But it didn't come. Instead you felt him play with your ass, working strong, marron bruises into your skin. As you started to relax and get used to the feeling, he grabbed your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, leaving you completely exposed to him. "You love this, don't you, doll?"

"I do" you squealed, fisting the cotton bed sheets into your palms.

"Such a wet cunt for me" he said, tracing your opening with his pointer finger, "Practically begging for my cock, always fucking ready to be ruined"

You whined, the pressure he was applying only managing to drive you even crazier. "Please-"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me"

"No, baby" Ransom chuckled, rubbing his hand over the curve of your ass, "Not tonight"

"But Daddy-" you began to protest, but your words were cut short by another spank, this one hitting differently.

With your skin already on fire, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to tears with every slap delivered. Unconsciously, you started to pull away from him, but that didn't stop him in any way. Ransom kept going until he felt you'd had enough, only then stopping. "Good girl" he spoke, leaning down to kiss the skin he had just abused, "You take it so well, baby. You're a gem"

"Thank you, daddy" you moaned, shuffling around the bed. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he stopped you again.

"On your knees, baby, c'mon" he commanded, pointing to the fluffy red carpet next to the bed. "Daddy deserves to have his cock sucked, doll, so get to it"

Without even thinking twice, you jumped off the bed and sunk to your knees, hands on his thighs as you looked up at him.

"Always so hungry for my cock" he shook his head, lacing his fingers through your hair, "I'm gonna record you, angel, but don't freak out. Just suck my dick like you do everyday, yeah?"

"Ok"

"And take that bra off, I wanna see your tits"

You obliged in an instant, heart beating out of your chest. When he pulled out his phone and pointed the camera down at your face, you gulped, but then nodded eagerly, big doe eyes trained up at him. Ransom didn't wait any longer before he shuffled out of his jeans, his massive, already hard cock springing out.

Although slightly anxious about having a phone pointed at you, you fought to not let it bother you. Rubbing your hands up and down his length a few times, you looked up at him, licking your lips.

"Open that whore mouth for me, yeah?" Ransom commanded.

As soon as you followed his order, he bent down, spitting on your tongue. With your eyes locked onto the camera, you swallowed and then opened your mouth again.

"Want more, huh?" he laughed, playing with your hair.

"Yes, please!"

"How about you throat my cock first, and then we'll see if you deserve it?"

Without even giving him any kind of approval, you went in, bringing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You sucked wholeheartedly, hollowing your cheeks around his massive member. Bopping your head up and down, you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his tip against your tongue. When you felt yourself prepared enough, you pushed yourself further along his cock, allowing it to brush past the back of your throat. Your gag reflex instantly kicked in, but you fought it, remaining in place.

"That's right, angel-" Ransom grunted, gripping the roots at the top of your head into his hand.

Feeling your oxygen supply run low, you wanted to pull away, but he wasn't having it. He easily controlled your movements, pushing his cock even further down your throat.

"Angel-" he panted, as you struggled against his hold, "You were made to be face fucked"

You had your arms wrapped around his strong thighs, your manicured nails sinking into his skin, hoping you'd get his attention. It didn't work.

By the time he let you go, you had tears running down your cheeks, your mascara almost reaching your chin. You fell backwards, desperate for a breath of air.

"You look better with your makeup like this, love" Ransome laughed, wiping your tears with the back of his fingers, "Suits you"

After regaining your composure, you pushed yourself back up, getting ready to resume your work. However, Ransom had other ideas as he grabbed his member, slowly pumping it in his own hand.

"Tongue out, slut" he said.

You listened to him, and felt a rush of ecstasy course through you when he slapped his cock against your tongue and then your cheeks. His tip was already leaking precum, and you swallowed obediently every drop that landed inside your mouth.

"You want it back?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes"

"Balls first, baby"

Bracing yourself against his thighs, you leaned forward, connecting your lips to the soft skin of his balls. You sucked deeply, applying the kind of pressure you knew would drive him crazy. "Fuck, fuck, yes, come on-" he grunted, bucking his hips into you.

You were nowhere near done when he grabbed your hair again and manhandled you to take his cock down your throat. Your frame fell limply under his hold, as you forced yourself to relax and obey him for as long as you could.

"That’s right-" he moaned, "don't fight it. You know that's my favorite thing about you? The way you worship my dick, you fucking slut"

As he spoke, he forced you deeper down his cock. No matter how hard you tried to resist, you couldn't help but start to squirm around, trying to push him away.

"Don't be a fucking bitch, Y/n" Ransom huffed, keeping you in place, as your throat muscles constricted around his tip, "Just fucking take it"

With a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face, you slapped his thighs frantically, until he finally allowed you to breathe again.

"I'm so fucking close, baby" he grinned, as you panted your lungs away. "Look up at me, I wanna see those that dumb look in your eyes whenever you take my cock"

Mouth agape as you still worked on regulating your breathing, you looked up, right into the camera. "That's it! Yeah, that's my slut, I can see it in your eyes, baby"

If it were up to you, you would have waited more. But Ransom was having none of that. Instead, he grabbed your hair again, this time controlling your movements completely. He forced your mouth along his cock, bopping your head up and down until his hips started shaking and he couldn't take it anymore. Proud with yourself for getting through this without panicking, you leaned back and opened your mouth.

Ransom's grunts and pleasure filled moans filled the room, as his cum started shooting out of his cock. Little droplets ended up inside your mouth and on your lips, and maybe intentionally or by mistake, he shot a few pumps on your cheeks and in your hair. But you remained there, motionless, waiting for his next move.

With the phone still pointed at you, Random used his thumb to gather all the cum you had missed, before shoving his finger into your mouth.

"Always eager to suck on something, aren't you?"

You proudly nodded.

After that he threw his phone on the bed, and helped you up. He instantly went in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around your body to play with your ass while his tongue dominated yours. He owned you completely.

"Go run a bath, baby" Ransom said, slapping your ass, "I'll be right there"

"But.." you hesitated, "What about me?"

"What about you?" he asked, cluelessly.

"I didn't finish…"

"It's early, love" he smiled, kissing your forehead, "Let's take a bath now, and then daddy will take really good care of you, yeah?"

And he did. He kept his word. You jumped in the bathtub about 5 minutes later, settling between his legs. He held you in his arms, kissing all along the curve of your neck, playing with your breasts as he kept telling you about his plan to take over his grandfather's company.

Eventually, with you being your needy self, he had you straddle his hips, as he sunk his cock into your pussy. You went limp against his chest, your pussy every now and then clenching around him as he tickled your sides and played with your ass. When the water started to get cold, all it took for you to finish were a few simple rolls of your hips, Ransom following closely behind, much to your surprise.

That night, he didn't ask you to cook anything for him, instead just ordering and sharing a pizza. As you waited for it to be delivered, Ransom ate your pussy into oblivion on the kitchen table, joking about how your cunt was the most delicious thing to ever touch that surface.

The following days went by similarly. He was always down to get dirty, but the one thing that was different now was his constant need to film you. With time you got perfectly comfortable with it, putting on a show for him with every chance you got. It was just a matter of time until you barely even noticed it.

One day, as you ran your usual errands, when you stopped by the bank, something caught your eye. You instantly requested the balance, and you almost dropped the piece of paper when you read the numbers. You paid the cashier a polite goodbye, and stormed out of the bank, your phone glued to your ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up!!"

But he didn't.

You rushed home, palms sweaty against the steering wheel. God, you hoped it wasn't what it seemed. What troubled you the most, was that you weren’t even 100% mad. There was some other kind of emotion there, but you pushed it aside. As soon as you reached your house, you stormed inside, bursting into Ransom's office without bothering to knock first.

And this time, you caught it. For a split second, you managed to see the video open on his computer, before he switched the tab back to Spider Solitaire.

"You fucking asshole!" you yelled, slamming the piece of paper against his chest, "You sick fuck! You thought I wouldn't notice?"

"Come on, baby" Ransom chuckled, way too relaxed for how enraged you were. He spun his chair around to face you, extending his hand to grab yours, "Relax, I only-"

"You only what?" you interrupted him, "Sold my nudes? Are you insane?"

"Don't talk to me like that-" he threatened, leaning his head to the side, "You know I don't appreciate it"

"And I don't apreciate you posting my sex tapes on the Internet!"

He grinned, "That’s not the same thing"

"Yeah!" you scoffed, throwing your arms into the air, "What you did is so much worse!"

"Careful there, baby" he shook his head.

You wanted to protest again, but he stood up. Ransom took a menacing step towards you, towering over your small frame, the fire in your attitude instantly dying down.

"You don't get to talk to me like that-" he whispered, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, "But I'll let it slide this time, doll, because that's exactly why I didn't tell you earlier. Wanted to see you panick a bit"

"Ransom…" you whined, "You should've asked"

He shook his head no, "You know I never ask, I just take. You should've considered this when you decided to be mine"

"I would have been into it, but I still wished you had told me" you said softly, too shy now to even look into his eyes.

"We talked about this, you're mine, I make the calls, not you"

"I know, Ransom, but-" you whined, but he grabbed your cheeks between his hands and stopped you.

"But what?"

You blinked a few times, "But nothing, I'm sorry I yelled, you're right"

"Of course I am" he chuckled, kissing your forehead, "See what happens when you worry, baby? Just be a good little girl and do what you're told without whining and bitching around, and everyone will be happy. We don't have to fight if you listen to me"

"I love you" you pouted, pressing yourself against his chest.

"Love you too, pet" he responded, slapping your ass a few times.

As things finally calmed down, you decided to go change and then return to Ransom's office so he could show you how the page was doing. Just when you were about to walk out the door, he called after you. "Oh, and Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Love, some of the ideas I've gotten over the past few days where actually requests from our subscribers. Today will be fine, nothing new, but tomorrow we have a threesome. Some dude, Lee Bodecker, handsome guy, make yourself pretty, you'll love him!"

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Part Six: Promises

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

A/N: Soooo at long last the reunion! So many emotions! I’m so stuck on who to root for!

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive content

Part Five: Friends

Part Seven: Regrets

You eyes opened to the sun peering through the curtain shining straight right into your face. You moved your hands to block the sun easeing the strain it caused on your eyes. You were groggy, and you back felt stiff. This definitely wasn’t your bed. You surveyed the area finally remembering, that’s right I’m at Suna’s house. You let out a yawn wiping the sleep from your eyes. That when you felt him move next to you. Yesterday the boys had come back from their loss at nationals. While they made the trip back you spent the whole day getting everything ready for your boyfriend’s return. You wanted to make him feel better so you went to the market that morning and spent your day making homemade sashimi with Fatty Tuna and some Onigiri with the left overs for you ,Tsumu and his twin. Although when he finally arrived home and saw you sitting on his door step he wasn’t very receptive.

“Hey there baby,” you gave him a quiet smile, you know he can’t be feeling to hot right now. You ignored the hurt you felt when he rolled his eyes at you.

“What are you doing here YN?” He sighed there was a slight annoyance to his tone. Again you brushed it to the side.

“I wanted to come be here for you, oh and I brought some food for you and Samu,” you presented the bag containing all of the goodies you had made for them.

Osamu’s eyes lit up at the word food quickly grabbing the bag out your hands “ohhh hell yeah I’m starving, mmmh thanks YN,” he said trying to stuff an Onigiri in his mouth before entering the Miya household. You laughed at his antics before turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

Atsumu stood there in front of you with a look of exhaustion etched on his face. “I was thinking maybe we could spend the evening together, maybe watch a movie, or just cuddle or really whatever you want,” you explained not sure what would be the best in this situation you weren’t used to having to comfort him after a loss.

He frowned “what I want is to be left alone I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

You scoffed “ deal with me!” You questioned back suprised by his attitude.

“Yeah YN I really dont feel like putting up with your clinginess right now it’s annoying,” he huffed.

Your jaw dropped he had never spoke to you that way before. “Wow Okay Atsumu, I knew you were gunna be upset but that doesn’t mean you get to be a dick to me! Enjoy the food I’m going to leave it’s obvious I’m not wanted here,” you stated not standing to be talked like that.

You didn’t stick around to hear his response, you both needed to calm down at this point. You made your way down the street still fuming and ranting in your head “how dare he!” You thought! Ughhh you needed to calm down. You already knew the destination you were heading for. You had planned to save some of the snacks you had made and bring some home to Suna on your way home tonight. But now all the food was with Atsumu. You could feel your stomach growl. You let out a frustrated sigh stuspid Tsumu that was you meal too. You decide to stop at convenience store loading up on all of yours and the middle blockers favorite snacks.

And that’s how you ended up where you are now. Laying down on his couch covered in his comforter with your best friends face snuggled up into your stomach. You giggled he looked adorable. Part of you really wanted snap a photo for proof. Suna was never the most affectionate when it came to anyone really, so to see him holding your waist close was so sweet. He looked so peaceful. You were so thankful for him. When you showed up at his door yesterday you were supposed to cheer him up but it seems it was more likely the other way around. Lost in thought you start running your fingers through his hair as he laid sleeping on your abdomen. He was always there for you and always put your feeling into account with anything you did together. He paid attention to the little details ,like how he had remembered yesterday that milk bread was your favorite, but he did that all the time always so analytical with everything. So you don’t think to much of it. It’s hard to stop yourself and if anyone EVER asked you , you would lie. But for a moment you imagined what it would be like if you were dating the withdrawn boy. You were quick to dismiss that idea though. It was wrong you love Atsumu you knew that and plus he was you best friend. Hell he was one of your boyfriends closest friends. Your smile dropped a little thinking about the setter. That’s right your boyfriend, that is if that what he still was. You weren’t mad anymore a little hurt yes but all the anger had disapatted. You understood he wasn’t in the best place and you weren’t going to let one fight break you up. But you couldn’t speak for him. Were you really that clingy? Did you annoy him that much? Did he still want to be with you? These intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. Huh speak of the devil.

Tsumu 💕 : hey babe.

Tsumu 💕: I know ur probably pissed u should be.

Tsumu 💕 : I’m so so sorry for being an ass yesterday. I was just so mad at myself for not doing enough at the match, but that doesn’t matter it was no excuse for how I treated you. I get it if you don’t want to deal with me anymore but I just want you to know you're not annoying I didn’t mean any of the shit I said I was just angry and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I promise it’ll never happen again please give me another chance I love you YN 🥺💕

You let out a sigh of relief. Looking back down at the boy laying next to you. He really was quite handsome, and so caring. He's going to make someone so happy one day.

You’re not sure what brought that memory into your head at this moment but you push it to the side as Suna approached you. He looked like a man on a mission weaving threw the bar patrons. It was like if he didn’t reach you in time you’d disappear. You found your heart beating faster as we neared you. Soon enough he was standing in front of you with a look of disbelief etched on his normally stoic face.

You were nervous what should you say. What if he’s angry with you. You didn’t get much time to worry because as soon as the middle blocker confirmed you weren't a figment of his imagination he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapping around you securely. You quickly melt into his embrace a sense of familiarity swarming over you.

“Where the hell have you been dumbass,” he choked out before quickly pulling his emotions back in. You laughed into his chest at his nickname for you.

“Sorry Suna I just had to leave I couldn’t be around him anymore,” you choked out. You removed yourself from his grasp moving back to your seat at the bar. You motioned for him to join you. You took a large gulp needing to calm your nerves.

“Look don’t apologize, you were going through a lot , hell I don’t know how I would react if I found out the person I loved was cheating on me for two years, I might committed murder,” he lets out a nervous laugh. Your brain freezes two years.... two years your mind just keeps repeating like it just can’t possibly process that information. You face drops, you turn to the bartender “ another shot of tequila please, uh make that a double,” lord knows you need it.

Suna looks at you eyes wide you had never been much of a drinker before ,at least not hard liquor, the most you ever drank were a glass or two of wine. So to see you finish off your mixed drink then proceed to down a double shot of tequila was a sight.

Your mind was swimming. As you paid out the bartender leaving a nice tip for the speedy service your mind ran in circles around the new information. You knew he had cheated on you for the eight months with Yuki and part of you figured it wasn’t the first time but TWO DAMN YEARS! You want to scream and break something like he couldn’t betray you anymore then Suna has to go tell you it was for hell of a lot longer than you had figured. You froze you brain caught on to one detail. Suna knew it was for two years and you didn’t. Did he know the whole damn time! Your brain couldn’t think rationally. You need to get out of here. It was to much the music was too loud, the place was to crowded, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You gave him a look of disgust before turning and walking away ready to leave this place.

Suna was shocked all of the sudden you looked at him your face full of pain. Before he could realize what was happening you were slipping through the crowd. Oh no he panics he just found you he couldn't let you slip away that easy. He wanted to know why you dropped him. He needed to know if he meant that little to you. So he started running after you calling your name. Luck was on his side tonight. Although you had been able to make it out the club and partially down the block he was able to catch you.

“YN wait , where are you going,” he asked desperately reaching for your wrist to stop you. You snatched your arm away from him angry.

“I’m going home Suna leave me alone,” you shout over you shoulder heading towards your apartment luckily it wasn’t too far. Although you could feel the alcohol start to settle in you knew you could still navigate your way home.

“ stop YN talk to me,” you ignored him and kept walking he let out a groan of frustration and started following you. It not like he had just downed two shots but he had plenty of drinks before he had found you. He was not expecting to have to go for a walk.

You look over your shoulder noticing he was following you. “Ughh leave me alone Suna,” you yell back to him, “stop following me!”

“Too bad I am walking with you till get home, I just watched you put back a lot of alcohol I know you can’t be sober so there is no way I’m letting you go by yourself! I’m walking with you I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” You sighed knowing there was no changing his mind. You looked forward continuing your trek home.

After that last outburst the rest of the walk was silent. Your mind was clouded. You wanted to cry so badly how could Suna act like he cared about you if he helped hide Atsumus betrayal from you. Maybe you were right maybe the friendship was a lie, maybe the connection was one sided. You could feel a swell of emotions in your chest. You denied it for long but you missed Suna. You missed your late night calls, you missed getting coffee , you missed forcing him to watch the newest episode of whatever anime you were watching, you missed hearing all about his games and being one of his number one fans, you missed sending memes, but most of all you missed how much he always seemed to be there when you needed him. But what if that was all just an act. What if ir was just a distraction from all the lies in your life. Before you knew it you were standing at you front door. You could feel his presence behind you unmoving.

“Goodbye Suna,” you huffed opening your door.

“STOP! YN please!” His voice broke. “Please don’t shut me out again! Talk to me!” You refused look back but if you did you’d see tears welling in his eyes holding on with all might trying not to spill over his heated cheeks. You looked at the entrance of your home every fiber in your body screaming at you to comfort him to reach out and hold him close, but you were so scared. So afraid to learn the truth.

“If our friendship ever meant anything to you please talk to me.” He voice so quiet like he was terrified of your response. You moved forward opening the door and stepping through the threshold. You could hear his sharp intake of air you could feel the pain radiating from him. You turned to him seeing Suna broken in a way you had never seen before. Not when he lost nationals, not when he lost his pet, not with any of his break ups. Your heart shattered at the sight. You looked into his eyes before opening you door wider for him to enter. You could see the relief rack through his body. Slowly as though he was unsure you’d change your mind at the last minute he stepped into your apartment. He tentatively took off his shoes before looking around your home studying every detail. You walk past him taking a seat on your couch you look down at the ground in front of you. You can feel the couch seat next to you shift under his weight his long legs entering your vision as you kept from looking up. You both sat in an uncomfortable silence both unsure were to start.

“So this is we’re you been all this time,” he let out a small laugh at the irony, “all that time I spent looking for you and here you were less then ten minutes away from me.”

Your face scrunched “ why would you look for me,” you asked letting your insecurities get the best of you.

He looked at you like you had just asked him if the sky was blue because to him that had to be stupidest question he had ever heard. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare you body now facing him. You head throbbing from the cluster of emotions and from the alcohol coursing throughout your body. You were sorta thankful for your inebriated state. You doubted you’d have the small amount of courage you have now with out it. Your attention turned back to the male sitting beside you.

“Because I care about you dumbass.”

“Oh really! Yeah it sure seemed like that! Two years he cheated on me for TWO YEARS!,” you started to feel heated the walls you had built around your emotions bursting at the seems. “ that’s news to me although at this point I’m not all that surprised, but still I was only aware that he had been cheating on me for eight months! So I just find it strange that you know it was for two years! Tell me Suna did you know the whole time and just let me sit there ignorant to his betrayal! I know you are his friend and that you’ve known him longer but still I thought our friendship meant something!” You aren’t sure when it started but tears were spilling down your cheeks. You looked into his eyes and saw pain. He was hurt that you thought he’d ever choose anyone over you.

He takes a deep breath steadying himself “I’m going to explain everything and I need you to please just listen to me,” he sighs looking to you for your response. You gave a small nod . He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He rubs his hands over his face trying his best to calm his nerves.

“It was two weeks after your birthday,” he begins. “You weren’t answering your phone, it was so unusual for you to ignore me for that long no matter how busy you were you’d always call me and check up, so when I got no response I got scared you were angry with me ,so when I was meeting up with Osamu and he said he hadn’t heard from you either and that Atsumu wasn’t answering his phone neither we decided to stop by.” His face twitched with aggravation. “You can imagine our surprise to find the place a mess and Atsumu just sitting there in self pity. It became apparent that you weren’t there. When he said you left him Samu and I were shocked there was no way you’d just leave so we both knew something had to happen.” You could see Suna’s jaw clench and fist ball up grabbing at his pants. “When he finally broke and told us he cheated on you and you had caught him he came clean about the two years. I couldn’t hear anymore of his bullshit so I punched him and left.” Your eyes went wide. He punched him. “Osamu had to come outside and calm me down, I was so worried no one knew where you were and that ass was just sitting there feeling bad for himself!” He seethed. You placed your hand on his arm trying to calm him. It must have done the trick. He took a deep breath before looking straight into your eyes. “I honestly thought you knew how long, I didn’t know I promise you that,” he picked up your free hand holding it in his. “You should know I’d never choose him or anyone for that matter over you.”

Your heart felt like it stopped in that moment. “Why would you say that,” you asked breathless.

He let out a chuckle he brought his hand up to caress your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your cheek firmly into his palm. You heart started to quicken. There was a look in the middle blockers eyes that you had never noticed before although it looked so familiar like this was how he always looked at you and you were just to blind to notice. “I thought it would have been obvious by now,” you didn’t notice how close you had both become. His face was merely an inch or two away from yours. His eyes glanced down to your lips, you copy the motion. You can feel your cheeks heat. “ I’m in love with you,” he states his breath hiting you face. Before you knew it his lips were connected to yours.

You didn’t pull back enjoying the feeling of his lips. He snaked his hand behind your head holding the back of your neck securely. The kiss was slow but so full of passion. You felt a light lick of his tongue as he requested to deepen the kiss. You gladly obliged opening your mouth to his exploration. You snaked your hands into his hair adjusting your body to his. Slowly he leaned you back on the couch capturing you underneath him. He slid he’s free hand down grabbing ahold of your hip as your tongue danced together sensually. He gave a light squeez to your hip. Your lips disconnected as your head fell back while you let out a soft moan. He seized this opportunity to place delicate kisses under your jaw and down your neck before latching on to your neck. You legs spread allowing him closer access to you. The hand at you hip gently crept up your shirt before giving a tender clutch to your breast.

“Suna!” You mewled.

He gave a soft nip at your neck “say my name love,” he requested his voice heavy with want. He tweaked your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

“Ahh Rintarou,” you moaned. Your fingers gripping at the black strands of his hair your back arching up into his touch.

You could feel him smile into your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of hearing that,” he recapture your lips into a searing kiss as he rolled his hips into yours bringing another whimper forth. You were lost in the feeling of his presence. It was so calming and warm. You felt so comfortable in his arms like this was something you had done a thousand times. Your want for oxygen is sacrificed for the feeling of him pressed into your body. This was different than anything else. It was like he was trying to pour all of his love into this moment. Everything moving slowly as though he wanted to take his time with you. Nothing was hurried or fueled by lust. It was so unlike anything you experienced with Atsumu, or with .....

“Stop,” you breathed disconnecting your lips sitting up trying to create some distance between your bodies. He moved back worried. Cautious of his next move not wanting to scare you away.

“I’m sorry did I hurt you? did I move to fast? I’m sorry YN,” he stammered out.

“Shh Rin, it’s okay you didn’t do anything wrong it’s me,” he gave a small smile loving hearing you call him by his given name. That smile was quickly replaced with a questioning look.

You calmed yourself trying to figure out how to explain your situation. “Rin I can’t do this right now it’s not okay.... there’s someone,” his face dropped.

“Your dating someone,” you could see the fear on his face.

“Well no we’re not dating... it complicated.”

He could start to figure out what you were referring to, he’s not naive. But still he wanted to allow you to explain it.

“Ah this is kind of embarrassing ugh,” you hid your face in your hands.

“It’s okay YN you can tell me anything,” he looked at you reassuring, he needed to know the truth about the situation. He could only hope it wasn’t to serious.

“Well ,” you took a deep breath “ there’s this guy, he’s my friend,” you add “ he and I are uhh well we sleep together, it’s been going on for two months now,” you search his face for any judgment yet you find none. You continue “ I just don’t feel right continuing with what we were doing.”

He shook his head while he searched for his next words. “So you aren’t dating but you don’t feel right being with someone else,” he questions.

“I won’t lie to Rin it’s complicated, I’m fairly certain I was falling for him, but there’s just so much going on and now this with you it’s a lot.” You give him a small smile. “I’m not sure we’re my head is at. I don’t want to make any mistakes that could ruin everything with you and how we move forward, I also have a lot to think about.”

“I understand that but I hope you understand why I’m hesitant, I’m afraid you’ll drop me again and you’ll be gone from me again,” he looked up at you. “I need to know YN, please tell me why did you cut me out of your life?”

You sighed grabbing his hands holding then tightly in your own. “Rin it was so hard, when he betrayed me it felt as though I’d lost the place I called home, like everything I knew was a lie, it terrified me at the idea that everything was a lie, even us, I don’t think I’d survived if I found out that what we have was nothing. So it was easier to push you and everyone else away, I was scared. I also couldn’t stand the idea of Atsumu being in any part of my life, and I still don’t that’s why I’m still so nervous letting you back in, I’m still not ready to face him.”

“I would cut him completely out of my life for you YN, anything you ask and I do it! You could ask for the moon and I’d find a way.” A soft giggle left your lips at his proclamation.

“I could never ask that of you, that’d include Osamu and he’s your closest friend, I couldn’t do that. And I’m not asking you to cut anyone out.... I just need some time,please understand that. These feeling I have for you are so strong but I want to sort them out before we move forward.” You looked him directly in the eyes. “I promise you Rin I will not drop you again, I don’t want you out of my life.” He nodded.

“Okay, I understand and I’ll give you time, but you have to give me your new number,” he smiled at you. You laughed smiling up at him. God how he missed that smile. You traded numbers, before you walked him to the door.

“Goodnight Rin,” you smiled.

“Goodnight love,” he replied leaning down stealing one more kiss. You looked up at him surprised. “What I promised I’d give you time, I never said I wasn’t going to prove to you in that time just how much I love you,” he grinned that sly smile before slipping out your door. Just like earlier that day you slid down your door sitting on the floor letiting out a sigh, except now you had a multitude of new problems. But right now all you could think of was sleep. You were exhausted.

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blessedboo · 4 years

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Pipe Down | Oscar Diaz.

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: You and Oscar broke up. You’ve decided to show off what he’s lost. Things don’t go completely as planned.

Requested: No

Warnings: None - just a little angst.

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Hiii! I’m new to Tumblr, a little new to writing. This is my first post and written work published online, so I apologize if it’s not the best - feel free to give me feedback. With that being said, I love On My Block and I love Oscar “Spooky” Diaz’s character even more. After reading some fanfic and imagines on here, I felt inspired to write my own. Enjoy, my loves!

It had been 2 weeks since your breakup with Oscar, and up until a few days ago, you’ve been pretty miserable. Although you were feeling better, Izzy wanted to help you get out of your funk and take you out to brunch. You’ve been declining any hangouts thrown your way lately, but you did miss your best friend. Besides, food is good for the soul and healing was very much needed.

“What to wear? What to wear?” you mumbled to yourself.

It was summer and you were going to brunch. You had the perfect outfit. You pulled off a white, flowy tie-up top with long bell sleeves from the hanger, paired with your favorite denim shorts and lace-up heels.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, turning from side to side to see if it looked good and it sure as hell did. It was the best you’ve looked in weeks - you looked like sex. The plunging neckline of the top only made it better, showing off just enough cleavage.

“God, if only Oscar could see me now,” you thought to yourself as you admired your beautiful assets. Which brought up another mischievous idea. Well, maybe he can. But you couldn’t just show up without an excuse.

You looked around the room and your eyes landed on the pile of Oscar’s clothes you neatly stacked and folded. You meant to give them back to him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself.

Until today.

You grabbed a spare bag and put the clothes in, along with other things you didn’t want anymore, like pictures of you two together. You stared at the polaroid photos one last time before putting them in, using the moment to reminisce. You smiled sadly as you did, maybe you missed him just a little.

You quickly shook off any bad vibes you were feeling, “No, not today, no sad bitches up in here, Y/N.”

After glamming yourself up just a tad, you grabbed the bag and gave yourself one last look in the mirror.

“Let’s do this, baby,” you said, winking at your reflection.

You still had time to kill before Izzy came by to pick you up, so you made your way across the street, striding in full confidence. You didn’t see Oscar on the front lawn, only two other Santos who greeted you by nodding their heads as you smiled back at them. “The rest must be inside,” you thought. You made your way to the front door and knocked.

You felt your heart beat a little faster in anticipation, the nerves just starting to hit you. As you waited for the door to open, you tried to convince yourself you weren’t nervous. It’s just Oscar, no big deal - okay, big deal.

You heard the door knob click, quickly tossing your hair back and pushing your breasts closer together.

Too bad it was Sad Eyes who got the door.

You cringed at your desperate attempt, but smiled at your friend right after. “Hey,” you greeted as he brought you in for a hug. “Hey Y/N,” he said before his eyes widened, strangely looking back into the room behind him and then back at you.

“Uh, Y/N, If you’re looking for Spooky, now ain’t a good time.”

You raised your eyebrow at this, “What do you mean?”

He looked down before looking behind him again, “Uh, he’s ... busy.” Typical, but that didn’t explain why he was acting so weird.

“Oh, don’t worry I won’t be long, I’m just here to drop off some stuff,” you said before pushing past him and walking in. Your sexy ass had a mission to make Oscar see what he was missing, and you were willing to accomplish it by any means necessary. Sad Eyes tried to grab your arm to stop you, but it was too late.

As your eyes wandered around the room, you saw a few cholos on the couch laughing, smoking and drinking. Until you caught a sight of him ... with some blonde hyna on his lap, laughing together as well.

Now you got why he was acting weird.

You initially felt a slight twinge in your heart, but other than that, you weren’t that fazed - good on you, sis.

Eventually, all eyes in the room were on you, including Oscar’s. His eyes widened as he gently pushed his new friend off of him and made his way over to you. After pulling you aside, he took you in.

His eyes roaming over you from head to toe, practically undressing you right there and then as he licked his lips and looked back at you.

“Y/N ... ¿Qué pasa? What are you doing here?” You took your eyes off of him and looked at the chick sat on the couch, who was clearly fuming on the inside, before bringing your attention back to him. You handed him the bag, “This is for you, I figured you’d want this stuff back, I know I don’t,” a trace of attitude in your tone. He slightly opened it to take a peek before closing his eyes for a moment and nodding his head. He looked hurt.

Why do I feel bad?

“Now that you’re here, can we talk?” He asked, only loud enough for you to hear, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his as they softened. You gained back your composure, not giving in.

“No - 1. I don’t have the time, as you can see I’m dressed nice for a reason, 2. I don’t have anything to say to you and 3. You’ve got company,” you replied quietly, raising your brow and nodding at the lady friend behind him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

This made him look down, taking in the deep plunge of your top as your breasts were slightly exposed after all. He hummed, giving you a small smile as he subtly bit his lip.

“Mm, I do see that. Still looking good, nena,” he whispered, mischief hiding behind those eyes as he stared into yours. You gulped, only now noticing how close you two had been standing as he towered over you.

“Ahem!” You heard ‘Blondie’ obnoxiously exclaim as you and Oscar both turned your attention to the girl behind him. Oh shit. You realized that you were still in a room with other people and not in your own little world.

The other cholos knew better than to pry themselves in your and Oscar’s business, but they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t slightly paid attention to the conversation you were having. They noticed you looking at them and quickly turned their heads or continued using their phones. You brought your focus back to Miss Whoeverthefuck.

“Spooky, baby, who the fuck is this?” She said in disgust as she glanced over to you. You scoffed and looked in the other direction, not wanting to entertain this situation. “None of your business, stay out of it,” Oscar replied, shutting that shit down real quick. You were impressed and tried your best to keep yourself from smiling, which Oscar caught as he turned back to you. Your features hardened coldly as soon as he did.

Resting bitch face activated.

“You picked a real catch, hm?” You kissed your teeth. Oscar chuckled quietly, dimple on show and everything. Fuck.

“You jealous?” He mouthed silently, just for you to read his lips. You rolled your eyes and gave him the middle finger as he turned his head down to the side, visibly trying to contain his laughter. Your lips pulled into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed at his reaction - you weren’t amused one bit, but seeing that signature smile of his again wasn’t the worst sight.

“What? What’s so funny?” Walmart Eiza González’s bitchy self asked. Jesus Christ. You didn’t want to before, but it looked like it was time to take matters into your own hands.

Glaring at her, you retaliated. “Listen, sweetie. Our conversation doesn’t concern you, so stay the hell out of it, mkay?” Throwing on a fake smile for extra pizzazz. Oscar watched you while you handled things, clearly amused at your reaction considering the smirk he wore.

“Yeah? Well I don’t remember asking you, I was talking to my man.”

You laughed at her remark. “YOUR man, right.” You sighed in laughter before staring her down as you put your hands on your hips, that feistiness that Oscar adored bursting out.

“I’m not going to tell you again - pipe down, puta.”

Blondie’s eyes almost shot out of her head, scoffing loudly. “What did you just call me?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

The face she made was so punchable, but you resisted.

“P U T A, put-“ you were cut off short as you felt Oscar’s hand cover your mouth and another on your waist, carrying you towards the front door. You mumbled against his hand angrily.

You looked back at her. She was seething, and also being held back by Sad Eyes before she had the chance to attack.

“Uh, Spooky?!” She yelled.

“Cálmate, It’ll only be a minute,” Oscar said as he nodded to Sad Eyes, signaling to calm her down. He lead you out the door with a hand on the small of your back. Annoyed, you slapped his hand away once you both stepped off the porch stairs. He chuckled once again as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You miss me, admit it.”

You fake laughed and rolled your eyes at his comment, “Ha ha, as if.”

His laughter died down and he took a few steps towards you, smiling down at you as he slid one hand down your arm. He sighed, “Well, I miss you Y/N. A lot.” A certain sadness could be heard as he confessed.

On instinct, you stepped closer and looked up at him, lost in thought. He brought a hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“What’s on your mind, nena? Hm? Dime.”

You looked at the ground, considering to pour your heart out to him. He always had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable. As your lips parted to speak, you heard a horn blaring behind you. You jumped in shock, turning around to see who was responsible for the obnoxious honking.

You sighed disappointedly in relief to see Izzy’s face in the driver’s seat.

“Come on, mama, let’s roll!” She called.

You turned back to Oscar, his face painted by the pain that hid behind those sad puppy eyes he was looking at you with. You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a sharp breath in. Stay strong, Y/N. Don’t cave, don’t cave.

“You’ve moved on, it’s over between us,” you were lying. You knew he hadn’t moved on, he knew it too. That hyna didn’t mean shit. “Have fun with Little Miss Blondie,” you sent another jab at him, anything to distance yourself even further. He glared at you with his mouth open and brows furrowed, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“Y/N, no, that’s not tr-“

You quickly cut him off, “I really have to get going, Oscar. I’m sorry.”

You turned on your heel, walking towards the car and hopping in. Hesitantly, you gave him one last glance. His lips were parted as he looked at you in defeat, Izzy driving off when he did.

You slumped in your seat.

Mission accomplished ... or was it?

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Spanish translations - [Correct me if I’m wrong]

¿Qué pasa? - What’s up? / What’s going on?

Puta - Bitch

Cálmate - Chill out / Calm down

Dime - Tell me

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damfinofanfiction · 3 years

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Chapter 7: The Shoot (V.2.)

The note is at the end of this chapter

Gail walked into Benjamin’s Photography studio and looked around the place. It had the size of a warehouse. She had a dress borrowed from a friend laid on her arm and had brought makeup to use on the set. With her free hand, She waved to Benjamin, who was still setting up the equipment.

He then noticed the refined curls on her locks, “Darling your hair looks ravishing!”

“Thank you, I was just at the salon.” Hesitant to put her things down and getting ready, Gail informed him, “I have this dress for the shoot. Do you have a changing room?”

He pointed to where it is, “Yes, it is to your left.” She thanked him as she walked to the door.

Having already mounted the equipment, Ben saw Gail emerge from the room in a dress printed with large roses and with light makeup on her face. Ben liked what he saw on her, took the stool for her to sit on the backdrop.

When she sat down, he told her, “How about you try several different headshots to find out which is best?”

"That would be perfect.," Gail nodded. She and Ben were discussing each pose before proceeding with the photoshoot.

As he instructed her, Gail turned to her side looking up, and then a flash came from the camera. When she turned her head to the camera, she smiled a bit. Flash. Turned all of her to the front. Flash. Got up to lean on the seat. Flash. After all that, Gail was feeling hot from the lights. Ben gave her a paper cup of water for her to drink.

After she took hydrating sips she asked him, “Do you have any more ideas?”

Ben took the now empty cup from her when he suggested, “How about you show some more skin?”

Shocked, she shook her head, “No!”

He took his hand on her shoulder, “It’s only the shoulders. Take those straps down.”

She brushed it off, “No, that’s not the image I’m going for, Ben!”

He implored her, “Ladies like you pose nude in photos.”

“Ladies like me?!?” She stood in retaliation. “Is this what the photo session was about? Me out of my dress?”

He shouted, “No, I’m only helping your damn career!!”

Seeing Gail upset, he realized he had offended her profession. He stuttered, “I-I didn’t mean that.”

Fumed, she declared, “We are done here.”

She went to the dressing room to collect her stuff she didn’t bother changing back because she wanted to leave immediately.

Ben grabbed her arm, but she brushed it off, “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. Can I at least make any amends?”

Before storming out, she requested without maintaining eye contact, “Just send me the photos as soon as they’re developed so I know what I’m looking at, and don’t talk to me again.”

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One month later.

Caruthers was helping Buster get dressed for the Seven Chances cast party. It has been usually possible for him to dress up on his own, but he was not accustomed to putting on a tuxedo without help. Earlier today, Keaton was informed that he and his wife Natalie will be riding with her sister Constance, nicknamed Dutch, William “buster Collier, and his mother-in-law Peg Talmadge. The elder sister, Norma, and her husband Joe Schenck were at their place setting up the party. Keaton didn’t mind riding with the former two as Collier was his friend and Dutch treated him as a brother, but Peg was harsher than her husband; she wished her daughter would've chosen a better suitor than a man who made a living by throwing himself to get some laughs. Anyway, he was relieved to have finished his least favorite movie. But hoped it will be profitable enough for his next feature.

He heard a few knocks from his bedroom door, “Yes?”

His other butler called through the door, “The Vehicle has just arrived.”

When Keaton started working on his tie, he said, “Tell ‘em I’ll be right over.”

Soon as he exited the room, Natalie came out the door next to him wearing a rose-colored evening gown with pearls dangling on her chest. Her handmaid carried the hemline of her dress so she wouldn't trip down the stairs, while Buster followed them. He and Natalie bid good night to their young sons when their governess brought them from their playroom. The governess, who was holding the year-old Robert, and the oldest son, Jimmy watched the parents leave the mansion for their ride before she took them to their nursery.

As the car drove through Muirfield road, Buster had a chat with the other Buster while the missus converses with his in-laws. When Dutch pardoned herself out of the casual talk to cuddle with Collier, Keaton made a move by placing his hand next to Natalie's, having them touch. Even though she almost flinched, she didn't want to be interrupted.

After she finished her, she whispered to Buster, “I wish you wouldn’t try to touch me.”

He replied, “I’m still your husband aren't I?”

“It's a good thing or you'd be out with someone else.”

They both knew if they were going to fight it wouldn’t be the place and time since they’re in a crowded vehicle. Buster soothed her, “But I’m here. That’s all that matters.” He was going to put his hand on hers, but backed out at the last minute. He added, “And thank you for coming along.”

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s at Norma’s, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And besides, Mother thought if I went with you, the guest would see how we were doing.” Natalie looked out the window.

Crestfallen he asked, “Are we okay?”

After a pause, she replied, “It depends.”

Buster got her attention back when he nudged at her, telling her, “You look lovely.” Though with a stern face, she took the compliment. Natalie lent her hand for him to kiss it, then she gently whisked it away, having no more than one.

When the Keatons arrived at Joe and Norma’s residence, they pretended to be an ideal couple as if nothing was wrong between them like Buster always wished for.

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"Hey, give her a free ticket," Sally demanded to the ticket vendor, although Gail mentioned beforehand she didn’t mind.

The vendor shook her head, “Sorry, It's against policy.”

“She’s in that movie.” She pointed to the lobby poster of Seven chances.

Gail added, “It’s only a bit role.”

The vendor asked, “Were you an extra?

Gail answered yes. The vendor said, “I still won’t allow a free ticket, but you can pay half.”

After receiving her ticket, Gail and Sally went to the theater and sat down. The Pianist started playing when the film started. The audience and even Gail were surprised to see that the Prologue was in color, but grew confused when the rest of the film was played in black and white. They were amazed at the camera tricks which has always been a favorite for her. There are plenty of laughs throughout the feature, especially when Keaton’s character James wanted to get married by 7 pm to inherit millions of dollars but his proposals always fail. She felt bad for the main character. When the brides’ scene played, Gail was looking out for herself. She pointed Sally where she was. Gail always loved seeing herself in a film. When she started watching films, she imagined herself as a character in that film, but now she appeared in several shorts a year though she was in the background. At the end of the film when it was thought that James failed to get married in time and sulks in shame. Gail almost cried, but then lights up when he finds out the actual time and marries his beloved sweetheart in time. The audience was enabled to applaud as the end title came on.

With the picture over, the friends got up from their seats to leave, but stopped when they saw Benjamin in the theatre as well. “I thought I might find you here,” he said with a sheepish tone.

Gail had not spoken to Ben since the photo shoot, and he kept apologizing to her. She still avoided him. He even sent her flowers to win her back. When he sent her the photos for her to look over, in a note that came with it, he recommended the one where she looked up with the spotlight shining on her. Gail did write back saying she liked that one too.

Gail was less angry than the last time they saw each other. she asked, “How did you know we’d be here?”

“You usually come here whenever a new movie is released, including the one with Keaton. Can we talk?”

“Well, not here.”

The three walked to the nearest drugstore where Gail and Ben sat at a table by the window. Sally was by the checkout, purchasing cookies while keeping an eye on them like a hawk.

“Look, I was an ass that day. I should’ve never offended you and your job.”

“I promised my grandmother, I would never let California change me. I didn't want to alter my image.”

Ben nodded in agreement, “I was merely trying to help you advance your career.”

“And I do appreciate it.”

He took her hand, “There is another reason I wanted to see you.” When she asked why. He told her, “I will be going to New York City for business next Monday.”

“How long?”, she sat up straight.

“If something happens, a month."

“That seems long. I think that’ll be plenty of space.”

“If you want I will write you as soon as I get there.”

“Sure, I never got to thank you for the headshots.”

“You’re welcome. I made more copies so I could send them to the studio.”

“That’ll be enough.”

Gail hugged Ben goodbye when he got up from his seat and he waved to her while leaving the drugstore.

Sally took his now empty seat, “Did you two break up?”

Gail slouched as she replied, “I’m not so sure. We didn’t bring that up.”

The blonde took a sandwich cookie out of the package, “Hey, Bae, do you want a Hydrox cookie?”

She accepted the treat and ate it. Contrary to their talk, Gail was unsure about her future with Benjamin but at least he was trying his best.

Note: I have written an alternate scene where they go to a cast party instead of a premiere since it was actually held at the Capitol in New York. I kept the original for archival reasons. Chapter 13 is at the beginning stages but I’m afraid that I have another case of the writer’s block. i’m hoping to get it done at least before I go out to another vacation next month. if you have any ideas and questions, let me know and hope you enjoyed my chapters.

#Buster Keaton #buster keaton fanfiction #buster fic #buster keaton fandom #buster #actor RPF #silent era #silent comedy #silent film #Seven Chances

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makbarnes · 3 years

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Fate

You checked your watch and rushed across the street, dodging cars and almost at a print to make it to your interview. It was your dream to work at the company and if you stupid boyfriend hadn’t taken forever in the bathroom you wouldn’t be running late. You threw your hands up as a car screeched to a stop to not hit you. You threw up your hand with a smile and hurried down the sidewalk.

Meanwhile in the backseat Bucky had jerked forward from the moment his eyes saw you. His father’s droning became deaf in his ear as he watched your movement and never let his eyes leave your body. Like he was imprinting you onto his mind he relaxed back against the leather as the car began to move. Offering his father a small smile, he bit into his lip and thought about you again.

“Son, you need to listen to me and not be distracted by women. One day this whole organization will be your own and-” His father’s words stopped when suddenly they were hit by another vehicle and the car flipped. Bucky held his father’s cheek as he took his last breath and passed right next to him. Bucky felt pain in his left arm and felt the world coming to a close as he saw his arm trapped against the seat. Bucky’s eyes closed and the only thing he could see was your smile as you ran down the sidewalk.

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You groaned as another night at work finished and you let down your hair. Hailing a taxi you gave him your address and hoped the ride would be short. You texted your boyfriend and you were excited to be heading home. A birthday trip planned for next week to visit Spain with your boyfriend’s brother and his wife. You had everything packed and you just wanted to leave that night. Your legs ached as you climbed the set of stairs to your apartment and smiled when you leaned against the door. You easily opened it and set your things down on the counter before moving to sit on your boyfriend’s lap.

“Hi, Honey.”

“Hi.” You leaned in to kiss over his neck and smiled as he leaned his head back, letting you have access to more of him. “Can you take a small break?”

“Give me half an hour. I just need to finish this game. Okay?”

“Just a small break baby?” You reached your hand down to palm him slowly through his cargo shorts.

“You must be tired? We have a plane to catch in the morning and I bet you haven’t started packing?” He chuckled softly as he moved you away from him. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you stood up and stepped over his legs. You walked away to the bedroom and started at the fully packed suitcases in the corner. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your pjs and locked yourself in the bathroom. Turning on the water you let out a small moan when you slipped under the water and let your muscles relax.

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Spain was beautiful and your eyes took in every moment. You had activities planned out and you couldn’t wait to go see the Primada Cathedral and go clubbing. Your boyfriend was obsessed with his brother and wouldn’t leave him alone. Thankfully you could get along with his wife, the two of you went out and tanned almost everyday at the hotel and you could never get enough sun. You all had stayed in the hotel and unpacked and laid out your outfit. As the day grew into night you smiled as you slipped on a tight red dress with black heels and everyone made their way to an outdoor garden bar. Everyone had gotten seated fairly quickly and you had all ordered drinks. Halfway through talking and laughing your boyfriend stood up and shushed the area.

“If you all will indulge me for a moment...Tomorrow is my lovely girlfriend {Y/N}birthday. In celebration, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear {Y/N}, Happy birthday to you!” Everyone began clapping for you as the restaurant brought over a bottle of champagne on ice and you gave your boyfriend a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“Hey! Let’s crack this open!”

“Ah ah, Bathroom first.” The men sighed as you grabbed your clutch and walked away. You waved your fingers back at them as you went around a corner. You laughed as your eyes drifted to watch your feet so you wouldn’t trip. You suddenly stopped and turned back around knowing you took the wrong turn. Before you took another step your body stopped against a man and he looked at you possessively.

“Are you lost, Doll?” You looked over his chest and your breath hitched at his size. You cleared your throat before stepping past him and making your way back to your table.

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On your birthday you woke up to find an empty bed and brushed it off, skipping breakfast, you headed straight for the pool. You relaxed in the sun and soon enough were joined by the brother and his wife.

“Happy Birthday!!” You smiled as you sat up and took a white box from them. You opened it to see a pair of golden dangle earrings and hugged them as a thank you. “So where is he?”

“Like I fucking know. He better be back before we go to the Cathedral or I’ll leave his fat ass here.”

“Oh, I’m sure he will turn up. Let’s just relax in the sun.” You laid back down and sucked in a deep breath. Your eyes winced as the sunglasses were peeled from your face and you saw your boyfriend standing above your face smiling.

“Where have you been all day?”

“I went to the Cathedral and let you sleep.”

“We were supposed to go together?!”

“You seemed tired.”

“SO YOU WENT WITHOUT ME ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY?”

“Hey, hey, I got you a gift!” He stripped off his bag and brought out a small fridge magnet with a picture of the cathedral’s ceiling. You smirked as you took the gift and pursed your lips up to him. He kissed you and you thanked him before dropping the magnet and pushing him into the pool.

“Fuck off.” You turned around and grabbed your things before running off into the streets of Spain. You found a perch and rested there as you calmed your nerves but the tears began to fall from your eyes. You stayed there for hours as your system pushed tears down your face until you were dried out. The sun had set and you sighed before you decided to try and make your way back to the hotel. You wandered down several streets and ran away from groups of strangers. You thought you had found a familiar street and tucked yourself in the corner to slip off your heels. Your feet ached as you kept walking, stopping when you hit a crossroads you covered your eyes as bright lights shined into your irises. You turned after feeling a presence behind you and saw the same man from the garden bar yesterday.

“Are you lost Doll?”

“Who are you?”

“Your future, Run away with me?” Bucky offered a hand out to you but you moved away from him slightly.

“Why would I do that? I don’t know you.” You backed up until your body hit another person and jerked around.

“Good Evening.” A man spoke softly before he covered your mouth with a cloth and your body went weak.

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You jolted up in a bed and examined your clothing from last night, you shifted and your underwear was still in place. The room was covered in beautiful dark colors and the silk sheets felt soft against your skin. Your mind was fuzzy and you couldn’t piece together what happened. You softly padded over to the door and tried turning the handle, locked, You peeked out the windows and winced at the sun in your eyes. You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the bed. Running your fingers through your hair you waited, fuming, ready to attack whoever walked into the room first. The sun set, hours passed, you just sat in a daze reliving the breakup and deciding your next steps. Your eyes drifted to the door, seeing a shadow lingering outside. The lock clicked and you stood to present yourself as strong. The footsteps departed and you slowly approached the door, finding it open now. You checked around the doorway before rushing down the steps into a large area. The lights shone a gold tint around the room and the column blocked your visibility. You stopped in your tracks when a large portrait of your face was hung, blocking the front door.

“Fuck…” You whipped your hair back and searched for another exit with your eyes. Feeling a presence behind you, your breath hitched as you turned and you saw the man from earlier.

“Are you lost, Doll?” A smirk graced his lips and you wanted to slap him.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?!” You slammed your hands against his chest before quickly going limp against him. Bucky carried you over to a chair and set your limp figure down gently. He reached over with his metal hand and scooped a chunk of ice from his drink. You wiped your face as he slowly approached and held it out for you.

“It’ll help. Suck it.” You let the ice past your lips, holding it with your teeth. His thumb grazed over your lips possessively before he drew back. “I’m sorry. You had a bad reaction.” You spit the ice cube back at him and sat up a bit.

“Suck it yourself, bastard. Where am I?!” Bucky walked away to lean against the fireplace. “Answer me! Why am I here?” You approached him quickly and slapped his face hard. “I want answers! I’m not your property.”

“Sit the fuck down.” Bucky pushed you into a chair before hovering over you and letting his eyes wander over your body. Bucky let out a frustrated sigh while he grabbed his drink and sauntered back to his spot.

“I’ll tell you why. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t see you in the garden. Five years ago, my life was changed, my father died in a car crash. I was able to survive, hardly. I thought I was dying” Bucky rolled up his sleeve to show his metal arm and you gasped silently. “I saw you crossing the street just moments before. “When my heart stopped, I saw you, An angel pulling me to breathe, pulling me to live. Once I was released I started hunting for you. My saving grace, My life line. Once I saw you, I knew it wasn’t a dream, I prayed that you would be mine.”

“You must be joking?! I’m not something to be owned. You can’t control me.”

“I know.”

“You kidnapped me, This isn’t how you fall in love with someone.”

“I know, But that’s why I’m giving you a chance.”

“Chance to what?”

“Fall in love with me. I already adore everything about you. I don’t want to make you do it, I want, need it to be real.”

“You can’t, I have a boyfriend who’s going to look for me, a family, a life. I don’t need love from you! So I kindly ask that you let me the fuck go.” Bucky set down his drink and handed you a red envelope. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as you took the folder from him. Instantly tears filled your eyes as the first picture came into view. Your shit of a boyfriend with another woman. In your house, on your bed, You will yourself to flip through the photos. DIfferent women each time. You chewed your lip as the tears streaked over your cheeks. You dropped the photos at your feet and turned away from Bucky.

“Your boyfriend is shit. He doesn’t deserve you. I’ve had my people collect all of your belongings and arrange a message for your family and work.” You stood up and stomped past him.

“Fuck this.” You eyed the exit and before you could fight back Bucky had his large arm around your waist and pushed you back into a chair. Bucky spread your legs by slotting his knee against your mound and his hand around your throat. HIs thumb trailed over your lips again and your body went still. His free hand pushed up your chest and over your breast, you moved your head away from his in disgust. His hand rested just above your breast as his lips grazed under your ear.

“I won’t do anything without your permission, I’ll wait until you want me, desire me, need me.” As he spoke his hand moved back down to grip your hip. “I won’t bind you, but don’t provoke me. I can’t be gentle, I don’t handle brats.” Bucky let out a deep sigh before he backed away from you and ran a hand over his face. You sat still, afraid to move, afraid to speak. “You have 365 days, I’ll do anything for you to love me. Once it reaches your next birthday and nothing has changed. I’ll set you free. I’m just asking for a chance. I’ll bathe you in riches, you will eat the best food, have anything you wish. Just give me, us this one chance. Enjoy the year in style.” Bucky peeked over at you as noticed your eyes darting for the door. You jolted up and rushed as fast as you could towards the entrance. He pushed you against a column and your lips grazed each other. His hot breath had goosebumps popping over your skin, You pushed him off and held up the gun from his waistband to his face.

“You won’t shoot me.”

“Wanna bet on that?”

“Is my life not enough?” Bucky smirked at you as you pulled the trigger and nothing happened. You gasped as the gun dropped and your front was against the same column. His hand gripped your hair tightly and you swallowed hard.

“Excuse us. There’s been a delivery. You need to sign.” A man spoke from the back and you felt his body stiffen against you. Bucky leaned into your hair and sucked in your scent.

“Take her to the room.” He released you and your nails clung to the wall. You took in a few breaths before feeling a soft hand at your shoulder.

“He’s gone, Let’s go.” You huffed out a breath as he led you back to the same room you were in and locked the door. You twisted your hair in your hands and punched the bedding.

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Meanwhile as you sulked in your room, Bucky had walked into a small hold in the ground and smiled in delight as a man he had been searching for was tied to a rock.

“AH! The great Winter Soldier. WHat are you going to do? Shoot me? Cut off my balls?” The man spit towards him and Bucky’s eyes dropped darkly. He easily took a seat in front of the man and wringed his hands together.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? You sold children to perverts.”

“We all have skeletons.”

“Shut up. I’m speaking. You have smeared our name. Ruined connections. Values.”

“What values?! Spare me this ear bleeding bullshit and shoot me.”

“You will be erased, Every trace gone. As if you never existed. That is your punishment.” Bucky snapped his fingers as three men untied the man and carried him away. Bucky ran his hands over his scruff and thought of you. His grip on the world.

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bakugoubabygirl · 3 years

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All might daughter part 6 Today was the day of the festival. This was my chance to prove not only to the world but to myself that I am a hero.

I went down stairs getting ready to go . I wanted to get there extra early. Then my dad stopped me.

" Y/n, everyone will be looking at you. Even know I want Izuku to win. You will always come first and I know you can take first place." He said smiling.

" thank you dad, for everything" I said

"Now go kick some ass" he shouted. I laugh and then headed out the door.

I walk outside my gate with my body guard not to far behind me . I see todoroki standing there.

" hey todo" I waved.

"Y/n I wanted to wish you luck . I hope you finish in second place" he smiled .

" Thanks but I'll be finishing in first" I said. Making eye contact with him.

" I'm going to be bringing my all"

" so will I" I said . Walking a little faster but he kept up.

We were by the lockers room he stoped me before I went in. He gave me a small box. I open it to

See a a heart shaped pendant. It had some crystal in the middle , with a glow to it. The sliver looked real and it was very beautiful.

" It's for good luck and thank you for being my friend. I didn't have any before you because I'm not good at talking to people. Talking to though, seems so easy" he said .

" It's beautiful todo . You didn't have to do this. Being your friend is enough. I love talking to you to"

I hand him the necklace and I turn around . He put the necklace on me and his fingers made me shiver. I turn around to find my self inches apart from him.

I found my self starting to lean in. He felt so warm. he smell like the cold artic wind and a campfire all at once. He close his eyes and moved his hands on to my waist.

We broke apart akwardly when we heard Bakugou lound ass.

" What the fuck is this" he fumed. Look at me and todoroki. I could feel my face getting red. Were me and todoroki about to kiss. I wouldn't mind if we did now that I think about it. Maybe I read it wrong . I cant think about this right now .

" I don't know but I have to go get ready" I said not making eye contact with either of them.

Bakugou Pov

They were so fucking close to kissing it was disgusting. I'm going to kill that icy hot and then I'm going to get the girl. I storm into the locker room and found that half bastard. "Stay the fuck away from her" I screamed. I didn't give a fuck that I was causing a scene. She was mine and mine alone. I actual was going to give her before I saw them two .

" Its not up to you or me. Its up to her and after this over I'm asking her out" He said calmly . " That necklace she has on its from me. I'm rich and I'm powerful. Most importantly I'm kind to her. Your unstable and abusive you don't deserve her. "

My blood was boiling. who does he think he is. I'm more powerful and she doesn't need his money. I'm not weak like him. FUCK HIM. I blast at him and it scratch the tip of his ear. " I will be her choice in the end and next time I wont miss"

I got outside there was kids from every class . I found y/n chatting excitedly with momo. She had his necklace around her neck . I'm not sure how I didn't notice it before but I don't like it.

Your POV

The first event was nearly a 4km race around the stadium . I started running not daring to look behind me . I was greeted with a big robot todo froze it off balance. that's smart actually. he pass through and it almost falls on two students. I teleport it to somewhere else for a split second and then I pass through. I teleported the robot in front of the kids behind me blocking there path.

Izuku and Bakagou was right behind me and todoroki was in front. The next part of the obstacle was a canyon that had be trekked using ropes. Bakugou blast through ahead of todo and then I teleported to the other side.

next was the land mine me and Bakugou were blasting our way through the obstacle I pass shouto and I was neck and neck with Bakugou. Next thing I new Izuku came flying through on a broken piece of the robot. Taking first place and the race

" stupid deku" Bakuguo yelled. Izuku was in the lead I'm honestly so happy for him right now. we finished I was in third. Izuku finished first.

"Good job izuku I knew you could do it" I ran up to him and gave him a hug .

"Thank you Y/n " next thing I knew Uraraka push me out of the way. She wrapped her arms around him tight. There sooo cute and they way his face turns bright red.

Midnight announces next there will be a Calvary battle. She stated that the top 42 students were to advance to the second round. In this event there will be teams of 2-4 . players can earn points by grabbing head bands.

" The worth of the head band of the player will depend on what they place in the last round. Except for first place there head band is worth 10 million points ." Midnight said.

I saw izuku face froze in horror . I starting walking up to him until an ash brown stopped me. " Your on my team don't you even think about it" Bakugou grabbed my shoulders.

" Cant izuku join our team" I asked. He was like my little brother and I felt like it was my responsibility to watch out for him.

" No way in hell" He such an ass wipe sometimes. Instead mineta and Eijiro join our team.

The battle started Bakugou started heading after Izuku and we followed. Then his handband got stolen by neito.

" It must be sad to be the villain victim every year" Neito says. Oh shit bakugou was about to throw a fit.

" Plans have been change were fighting neito first" He yelled enraged.

Wanting to defeat Team Monoma completely, Katsuki orders his team to attack; having Hanta use his tape and Mina using her dissolving fluid. Team Bakugo rides on Mina's fluid using Hanta's tape to reel them faster, catching Team Monoma off guard. Katsuki and Neito clash but Katsuki's ambition to become number one gives him the strength to defeat Neito and takes the rest of his headbands. Katsuki immediately decides to go after Izuku and Shoto.

It was the last minutes of the battle I didn't feel like I was doing much except for levitating bakugou up. Team Midoriya and Team Todoroki have a final clash. Izuku uses One For All to create wind pressure which knocks away Shoto's blazing left arm. Shoto is shocked when he realizes he is using his fire power. Izuku grabs a headband thinking that it is the 10 million point headband and takes it from the shocked Shoto. After putting some distance between them, Izuku checks the headband but is surprised that it's a seventy-point headband. For the last ten seconds, Team Midoriya and Team Todoroki charge, preparing to clash again as are Team arrives but are too late to join the battle as the Cavalry Battle ends.

Team Todoroki places first, are team places second, Team Shinso places third and Izuku team places fourth. As we were waiting for the tournament to start I went to go look for a snap . I turn a corner to see bakugou trying to concentrate on something.

" Hey what-" I was cut off when he grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth.

"Shhh listen" he whispers. My face redden when I realize I could feel him against me. he push me away abruptly.

" My father strives to be almight and made sure I was even more powerful then him" I heard todoroki explain . More powerful then my dad?

" I understand why you want to win but just know ill be trying my best too" he declared.

" Very well but if you have any connections to the number one hero . Even more reason for more to take you down. Y/n she my friend but she going down too." he said. Damn I didn't know it ran this deep for him. "Speaking of Y/n you two are close right?" he asked

" Umm yes she practically my sister" he said in confusion.

" What are my chances with her, I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend" he said. My heart stopped for a second . I felt my face go red. Yes todoroki your chances are high. I felt a heat next to me Bakugou had two balls of explosions ready to go. His face was kind of unsettling. Why is he so pissed off.

#bakagou x reader #jelouse katsuki #bnha shoto todoroki #midoryia #almight #mhna #smut #fluff #angst #todoroki x reader #baakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #shouto x reader #magma #anime

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Punishment

Most of the ride back to U.A. was All Might talking about how he can’t believe one of his own students, one of the best, could sneak past the gates and find his way into a nightclub. It was like almost as awkward as having the sex talk with his father. The thought of it made him shiver. Still, if he was in the newspaper like his mom told him he was, All Might would likely find out anyway why he snuck out anyway. He told All Might he was there to see a girl and All Might chuckled.

“No girl is worth it.” All Might said. “Trust me.”

“Also, it was for—,” Katsuki was unable to find the right words. He stumbled until he just said, “—research.”

All Might was quiet for a moment and then cleared his throat. “Now you’re starting to sound like Midoriya.”

“I wish people would stop saying his name.” Katsuki admitted. “I wish he would just go away. This is his fault!”

All Might looked at him. “His fault?”

Katsuki didn’t want to talk about it. He’d said enough. Why was he being so self-destructive? It didn’t make sense. Was he gay? Or bi? He liked having sex with Camie last night, but it didn’t mean anything. It was just a fuck, empty and irrelevant. That was confirmed by the kiss. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to kiss Izuku. His soft lips reaching for his. Stop! His mind yelled.

“I think you and Midoriya need to have a nice sit down and chat.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I’m not sitting down in the same room with him.”

“You two used to be close. Proper rivals even. That’s what you both said after your fight last year. Now you won’t even be in the same room as him? What’s changed?”

“Everything’s changed and I just don’t know how to handle it in the way that people want me to. I have all this pressure already on me, but it’s like I don’t know how to do or say exactly what’s going on when he’s around. So, I snuck out and had meaningless sex with a girl I’d met maybe four times before that to see if I could even distract myself and it worked until I got myself arrested.”

Those words reminded him of the other two conversations: Yoyo saying, “It’s just love, regardless of who it is or what it stands for…It’s easier to be yourself than try and pretend to someone else.” and Aizawa saying, “Being different doesn’t give you the right to be mean to people.”

Those two images flashed through his brain as All Might continued, “I managed to talk everyone into letting you stay, but there will be consequences. In addition to the three days of house arrest Aizawa gave you, you’ll have another four weeks added to that. You’ll not be allowed to leave and when you enter the school, they’ll give you an ankle bracelet so they can track your movements. You’ll also have to train 3 times harder than everyone else with 100lbs of weight added to you. If your classmates run the mile, you run 3. You’ll also be given more school work until the teachers deem you can be a good, model student. I’m not here to tell you what to do, but if you pull another stunt like that, you can kiss being a pro hero good-bye. Just focus on what’s really important.”

On what’s really important. Katsuki repeated in his mind. The last image flashed through his head, but the image wasn’t of being a Pro Hero, or the insane of extra work he had—

—the image was of Deku.

“We’re here!” All Might said, trying to make it sound like he used to. “And oh, looks like Aizawa has your class lined up.”

Katsuki got out of the car and saw 4 rows of his classmates bowing low before Aizawa, who’s hair was straight up. They were all panting, as if they’d just got punished too. “Oh good,” Aizawa said, turning around. Katsuki felt the heat from his chest leave him almost instantly. He couldn’t produce an ounce of sweat, but felt a cold chill run down his spine as Aizawa said, “You’re here.” He used his scarf and snatched Katsuki roughly, the binds almost cutting off the circulation in the air. He pulled Katsuki in so close, Katsuki swore he could feel Aizawa's anger. “Did All Might explain to you everything that will happen?” Aizawa held up an ankle bracelet. “You’ll go straight into the dorms where you’ll find weights you are to attach to your wrists during training after your house arrest. If I so much as hear that you’ve been thinking of leaving campus, your ass is grass. Do you understand everything I’m saying? Because clearly you didn’t get the memo last time.” Aizawa was fuming. “Oh, and I’m your homeroom teacher again.”

“You are?”

“I’m the only one who can deal with the dipshits like you and the ones who left to go find you—,” Aizawa held out his hand. “The front row of students decided to take it upon themselves to go get you after finding out you’d left the dorms. They’ll be suspended as well and not allowed to go to the dance.” Katsuki looked at the front row. Everyone was still bowing before Aizawa. It was the usual suspects: Kirishima, Todoroki—

—and Izuku.

“They came to find me?”

“Not sure how they would have found you, considering you went all the way to the Cloud City.” Aizawa said, his hair falling. Katsuki released a breath when he felt the warmth return to him.

The three of them looked ragged like they ran into villains, until he looked at Izuku’s ankle and attached was like the ankle bracelet that Katsuki also held in his hand. He was wearing a tank top too, like Katsuki was, and Katsuki could see the outline of his triceps. The sun started to rise, giving the sky a red tint. It made the green of Izuku’s eyes stand out even more. Deku’s green hair looked darker in the rise of morning, tangled and matted together.

“They tried to climb the back gate and probably would have managed to make it over until they met up with some of my colleagues and other members of faculty. Stupidly, like you, they decided to fight.”

Aizawa walked over to Kirishima and bent down to peer at him in the eyes, but Kirishima kept his gaze low, his body still bowing low. “They will receive the same punishment as you.” Aizawa raised his voice. “Until all of you learn your lesson. Is. That. Clear?!”

“Yes, sir!” They all shouted at once.

“Good, now, get out of my sight.” Aizawa said, walking away. They all moved from their position and stared at Katsuki. Most of the students when inside, but didn’t take their eyes off him until they got through the door.

Izuku was the first to move towards him, but stopped in his tracks when Todoroki gestured to Kirishima, whose shoulders moved up and down and the two of them went to go comfort him. Katsuki also started to move towards him, but the look Todoroki gave Katsuki blocked him. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“The fuck does that mean—?”

But that sentence was cut off when Katsuki saw Izuku. Katsuki definitely contemplated hitting Todoroki, but thought the better of it. Every single fucking one of them was clearly upset, but Kirishima was the one who spoke, “Dude, you went to a nightclub? To see—,” Kirishima turned his head so Katsuki couldn’t see him crying, but it was obvious he was. He sniffled loudly. “You knew how I felt about her. I literally can’t stop thinking about her,” Katsuki 100 percent understood how Kirishima felt. Not about Camie, but about Izuku, who stood less than 5 feet away from him. But he couldn’t just ignore Kirishima.

“Wait, this is about Camie?” Katsuki said. He looked at his shoes. It was Kirishima who had originally reintroduced the two, even if it was unintentional.

“Even just the way she talked to you. I would have killed someone to have her even look at me for more than 2 seconds. And last year, when you told me you got her number, I thought that this could be my chance to go ahead and just ask her out. But you two went to a nightclub and The Rage at that?” Kirishima wiped his face with his sleeve. He was also wearing an ankle bracelet. “I know what they do there, dude. Everyone in fucking Japan knows—,”

“Do you want me to apologize?” Katsuki snapped. His face reddened with anger and he tried to suppress his quirk. He closed his eyes, trying not to look at Kirishima’s face. He tried to be so manly all the time and Katsuki knew how hard it must’ve been for him to cry. They shouldn’t have come after me.

“You shouldn’t have left in the first place.” Kirishima yelled back, almost in response to Katsuki’s thought. “You’re out of control. We have all tried talking to you about what’s going on, but it’s getting to be too much to handle.”

Katsuki could hear his heart beating hard against his chest. He inhaled deeply and told the few that were still around to hear it, “Fine, you want me to apologize? I was angry and upset about the fight with Todoroki earlier. I feel left out of everyone’s business and—,” he opened his eyes and looked at Izuku. “—we’re all supposed to friends, but I’m no good at that. And Camie texted me at a bad time and I just wanted to leave for a few hours.”

“Kacchan.” the little flute said. Katsuki opened his eyes and peered up, looking into Izuku’s bright green eyes.

“It’ll take more than that to gain our trust back.” Todoroki said, shuffling back inside. The last three in the front yard was Kirishima, Katsuki and Izuku.

“I just…I’m sorry.” Kirishima said. “But Todoroki’s right, it’ll take more than that to get us to trust you again.” Kirishima smiled a bit, showing off his razor sharp teeth. “But it’s for sure a fucking good start.”

Izuku was the first to speak after a moment of silence, “Maybe we should head inside now.”

“Not yet. I have to talk to you.” Katsuki said to Izuku. “Alone. It’ll only take a second.” Kirishima smirked and patted Katsuki on the shoulder before heading inside. He and Izuku stood there, looking at each other. “You saw me leave, didn’t you, nerd?”

Izuku blushed. “It was actually Todoroki who saw you. Kacchan, we all thought—,” he stopped himself.

“Thought what?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku inhaled deeply and shook his head. “Kacchan, I’ve known you for so long. You’re really kind of arrogant and really stubborn when it comes to getting your way—,”

“Wow, what an explanation—,” Katsuki started, but Izuku yelled at him.

“I’m not fucking done, Kacchan.” Katsuki closed his mouth and gestured for Izuku to continue. “You’re stubborn. You’ve always been so confident, knowing exactly what you want and not letting anyone get in your way. But lately, it just seems like you’ve just lost it. We all, every one of us, have tried to talk to you, but you just won’t. And it’s different than before. It’s like the old you isn’t there anymore.” He paused before saying, “We thought you wanted to kill yourself. So, we went after you, but were stopped and it turned ugly. But then we explained what was going on, but by then it was kind of too late. You’d been arrested. People were posting up pictures and tagging all of us. The one of you at the nightclub and when Kirishima saw that the girl from the licensing exam was there, he shut down. We were so worried about you.” Another pause before he said, “I was really worried about you.”

Katsuki wanted to open his mouth to tell Izuku. To tell him how much he actually meant to him. That he didn’t and never deserved him. He wanted nothing more than to run up and kiss him all over his body. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. “Deku, I have to tell you something.” Izuku’s eyebrows shot up, indicating to Katsuki he was listening. Katsuki opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know where to start or even how to begin to describe how he was feeling or why he was self-destructing. He just wanted Izuku to love him too. Say it, coward! “I can’t!”

Izuku became confused. “You can’t what?”

“Fuck.” Katsuki cursed. He covered his face with his hands for a moment, trying to wipe away all the disgrace that he felt. “Deku, I just—,” He looked around. They were still outside and the night was getting cold. Katsuki could see Izuku’s nipples poking through his tank top. He thought for a moment about his fantasy of Izuku licking his fingers and playing with them. Katsuki’s hands almost ignited instantly, but he grabbed his own arms stopping his quirk from getting out of hand, so to speak. He leaned forward, towards Izuku, whispering, “Not here.” he whispered and started walking inside. “You coming, nerd?”

Izuku followed him inside. The few people who were still awake and in the common area not saying a word to either of them as they both got onto the elevator. They said nothing and the light, sort of upbeat elevator music broke the silence between them. They got off on Katsuki’s floor and before Izuku could say no, Katsuki told him, “Come with me.” He walked down the hall and stopped at his door. He took a deep breath and unlocked it, inviting Izuku inside.

It was dark in the room, but the sunrise lit up from underneath the curtains. “You should probably put that on.” Izuku said. Put something on? Katsuki looked at what Izuku gestured too and it was the ankle bracelet. He picked it up and held it for a moment before Izuku said, “It’s kind of tricky, let me help.” Out of muscle memory, Katsuki took a step back, but then stopped himself. He held it out for Izuku to take and Izuku got on one knee and wrapped it around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki wanted to reach out, tangle his hair in his hands. He felt his dick start to get hard just thinking about the two of them being in the same room together. Izuku fumbled with it for about a minute before it made a click sound. “There.” he said, jumping back up. “Now you’re stuck with us!”

“Stuck with you.” Katsuki told him and Izuku giggled. Katsuki smiled too at the sound of Izuku’s laugh.

“You said you wanted to tell me something.” Izuku said, biting his lower lip. Katsuki gestured for him to sit on the bed and when he did, Katsuki sat down next to him.

Once again, silence filled the room. Occasionally, Katsuki would try to say something, but his mouth would close shut again. The two of them sat there calmly. Something felt so right about having Izuku in the room with him. A few times, he told himself to just kiss him, but thought the better of it after the events of today.

“Deku, there’s something you need to know,” Katsuki said, trying to look away from him, but Izuku’s eyes glowed in the dark. He made a sort of mhm sound. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Hot tears from the heat of his quirk filled the back of Katsuki’s eyes. Izuku reached out and touched Katsuki’s shoulder. The look on Izuku’s face wasn’t anger or frustration, but gentle with a subtle smile. They sat like that for a good minute before Izuku pulled on the tank top and Katsuki leaned forward. He wanted to lean forward to kiss him, to have their lips brush each other’s in a warm embrace. But after the evens of today, he thought the better of it. He put his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck deciding it would be better to wait until he was in the right head space. Izuku didn’t quite smell as nice as he did before—he smelled like musk and dirt, and a whole lot of outside, but Katsuki kind of liked it. They sat like that for a little while longer, and as the sun crept in beneath the curtains, Katsuki closed his eyes, not realizing how tired he was after today. Upon seeing that, Izuku laid down and Katsuki placed his head on his chest. Izuku winced a little in pain and Katsuki looked at all the scratches Izuku had on his arms for the first time. He couldn’t imagine how they must’ve felt, thinking that Katsuki would just end it all. For a moment, he pictured what it would be like to not have Izuku around, but he grabbed Izuku tighter at the thought. Izuku held him, lightly running his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, Katsuki trying to mimic the rise and fall of Izuku’s breathing. He placed an arm around Izuku’s abdomen and closely listened to rhythmic sound of his heart beating. They laid there, just holding each other until Katsuki finally opened his mouth and whispered, “Deku…”

But Izuku shook his head. “Go to sleep, Kacchan.”

At that, Katsuki drifted into a deep sleep.

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meganshinsou-tm · 4 years

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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter thirteen: wounded

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: minor panic/anxiety attack

❧ chapter song: Wounded by Good Charlotte

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Hot and suffocating.

That’s all Kirishima felt at the moment, his blood peaked boiling temperatures and the air around him became thick. Unwanted images wouldn’t stop playing on a endless loop in his head as he chugged down another glass of whiskey and hummed upon feeling it burn down his gullet.

Kirishima was starting to sweat and he let out a breath, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe his brow and look around. You weren’t there anymore, just a minute ago you were hauled out of the club over Bakugou’s shoulder and now Kirishima had no reason to stay. His fun and happiness was gone – you were gone.

Groaning, Kirishima kicked his bar-stool out from under him and he stood up to stomp from the bar, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. Sero who was at the other end turned his head at the commotion and frowned. He gave Shouto a look and squeezed his shoulder before ending their small talk and following his friend outside.

The club door slammed open and Kirishima stalked out of it, mumbling to himself about how idiotic he was and how he was going to beat Bakugou within an inch of his life the next day. His hands reached into the back pocket of his jeans to fish out his truck keys when he suddenly heard that sound.

The blood pumping organ in his chest started to flip and he looked up, red eyes scanning the area until he found the source of that sweet and beautiful laugh that he’d recognize anywhere. When Kirishima had found you, he sighed and narrowed his eyes, clutching the keys tighter in his fist and feeling his heart plunging straight into his stomach.

Bakugou had you seated in the passenger side of his SUV, turned and facing him as he attacked your neck and jaw with playful kisses and bites, his fingers squeezing and fluttering on your sides and making laughter fall from your lips. That stupid smile formed on your face before the blonde surfaced and claimed it with his own vile mouth in a rough kiss.

‘That’s mine’, Kirishima thought while he watched and bared his teeth.

That smile. That laugh. That mouth. You. It was all his … or it was supposed to be his.

Kirishima took a deep breath and went to walk towards you and Bakugou until he was being pulled back by the elbow. He grunted and turned his head to look and find that Sero had his elbow wrapped in tape, a grin on his face as he tugged at Kirishima and started to drag him away in the opposite direction.

“The fuck, Sero?”

“We’re going for a walk Red, chill out.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes and pulled his arm back. “Can you at least let go of me so I can actually walk then?”

Sero chuckled and released his friend. Kirishima looked back once more to see Bakugou walk over to his side of the vehicle and get in before he turned back forward and walked alongside the raven haired man. Kiri shoved his hands into his jacket pockets with a sigh and looked at the concrete below him.

“So what the hell did you say to make her go home with Blasty and not you?” Sero questioned and pulled his beanie down over the tips of his ears.

Kirishima shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing at all.”

Sero quirked a brow and looked at the red-head from the side. “Obviously not.”

“Look, I made this dumb joke about how it was odd that fuckhead back there wasn’t trying to cock block me when he acts like she’s already his territory or something. She got pissed about it, saying she doesn’t belong to anyone and why the fuck did it matter to me that she got attention from others. She asked if I had something to tell her - like she knew something but I just froze and I didn’t say anything. I think that’s what did it more than anything.”

There was a small pause before Sero began to laugh. Kirishima watched his friend shake his head, the action only seemed to make him angrier.

“The fuck is so funny?”

“Do you not think before you talk, dude? Of course that made her angry. You act as if you want her one second and then completely blow her off or bring up Bakugou the next. You not saying anything was probably just icing on the ‘pissed-off’ cake. She really did give you an open invitation to tell her all that shit you’ve been feeling, that she knows you’re feeling, and you fucking blew it. Think about it, man. How would you feel if the roles were reversed? If she had been tugging you along the entire time while you knew she had feelings but didn’t wanna fess up, but you also had someone who is treating you well right there? You’d be pissed off and going after Katsuki too. You can’t be pissed at her for that, Ei.”

Kirishima blinked and stopped walking. Quirking a brow and looking at Sero with his red eyes narrowed and a growl forming in his throat.

“What do you mean she knows?”

Sero raised his own brows and chuckled nervously before looking away and whistling into the cold air. Trying to pick up his pace a little more. The red-head started walking again, faster, to catch up with Sero. He was fuming from the ears and roughly grabbed him.

“What the fuck did you tell her huh?” Kirishima barked, putting his friend in a choke-hold.

Laughing and trying to fight the massive man off, Sero struggled to get his reply out.

“Dude, it’s painfully obvious, to not only everyone else but also her, what your true feelings are! She’s not dumb you idiot! (Y/N) figured it out on her own by asking the right questions alright?”

Sero finally found an opening and roughly elbowed Kirishima, making him release and let go of him. After straightening his clothes, Sero playfully pushed his friend and shook his head.

“Hitoshi explained it perfectly! He said you’re both like these two elementary school kids and instead of being nice and showing your feelings in a normal way, you’re mean to her and when she goes home crying to her parents and asking why you’re so mean they explain that it’s because you like her. We’ve all been trying to tell you Ei to just fucking tell her and make a move, because she knows! Why do you think she forgave you after that shit you pulled the first time huh? (Y/N) had a feeling there was something different about you man, that’s why that night hurt her so fucking bad because she knew you were lying, then when we all pretty much confirmed it, she decided to give you another chance, to right your idiotic wrong - because she’s crazy for your dumb ass too!”

Kirishima sighed and rubbed his face with both hands. Just the mention of Hitoshi had him getting pissier but not only because he didn’t like the dude, but - because he was right. They were all right.

Kiri knew he was acting childish. The more time he spent with you and getting closer, the more he realized just how immature his actions were and how uncalled for they were.

He hated to admit that Hitoshi was right but he would admit that Sero was right as well. Kirishima briefly put himself in your shoes and thought of how angry and hurt he’d be had you dragged him around, denied him after getting his hopes up, after kissing him the way you do. Sure he may have witnessed you and Bakugou locking lips but there was no way you were kissing his friend with even a shred of the passion and desire you had for him.

“What the fuck have I been doing?” Kiri quietly breathed out after a long moment, gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he looked up at the sky.

Sero smirked and stood next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezing it, his own eyes looking up at the sky too.

“Red - we’ve all been wondering that same exact question. Of all the people in the world, in that shop, she wants you and to be honest ... Ei, she really needs you. You don’t know half the shit that girl has been through, you think you’re protecting her by not getting involved but in reality, getting involved is the way to protect her.”

Kirishima looked down to Sero, tilting his head and going to question but Sero was already answering.

“I can’t tell you, man, I’m sorry, I promised her.”

“No, it’s fine. I get it. She trusts you,” Kiri sighed and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and gave his friend a half smile, “That’s just something I’ve got to earn as well.”

Sero smiled and watched Kirishima start to walk back in the direction they came from, wrapping his coat around him tighter and walking to catch up.

“So what does that mean?”

Sero couldn’t help how his smile widened, his friend gave his signature sharp-toothed grin and stood up a little straighter.

“It means I’m gonna go get my girl.”

“You never told me you had a dog!”

Bakugou chuckled as the two of you entered his unusually lavish home and were greeted by a black and brown doberman - well more like tackled to the ground.

The blonde didn’t bother helping you up, letting the animal drown you in excited licks and woofs, in fact you seemed to be enjoying it and actually smiling for the first time since you entered his vehicle. His hand ruffled your hair and pet the dogs head when he passed and scratched at his chin.

“You didn’t ask princess. Want anything to drink?”

Giggling and hugging the massive dog close and let it continue to love on you, your head nodded.

“Uh yes please, anything you got is fine. What’s his name?”

Walking into the kitchen, Bakugou smiled and talked over his shoulder, “King Explosion Murder, or just King for short.”

A hearty laugh escaped from your chest at the ridiculous name and you cupped the dogs face, pressing your nose to its wet snout and shook your head.

“You poor baby, I’m sorry your daddy gave you such a terrible name!”

“Hey, he’s a killing machine with an unquenchable thirst for fucking blood! I wasn’t going to name him something like Max!”

At the same time, you and the dog both looked at Bakugou with an expression that was asking if he were serious. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene and shook his head. You went back to loving on the animal, cooing and talking to it like a child, rubbing his belly as he rolled over onto his back and drooled, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. Bakugou smiled and let you be, it was a pleasant change in mood from how you acted on the drive to his home.

All throughout the drive, you had grown quieter and quieter. It was fucking weird. Usually you never shut up, especially around Bakugou, always full of jokes and taunts, trying to get any kind of reaction or attention from him. It was odd for you to be so - shy, or better yet, nervous.

The tattooed blonde could feel the anxiety slowly growing more and more and just dripping from your body inside of the SUV. He even asked at one point if you were alright, to which you answered with, “I’m fine, never been better.”

It was short, empty. Bullshit.

The silence allowed Bakugou’s lust to die down and his head to clear, not that it wasn’t clear to begin with but most of his rational thinking was hazy when he had you melting so quickly beneath him against the wall of the club.

Bakugou realized why his friend was so damn crazy about you the second he kissed your lips and heard those needy whimpers. It took everything he had to not take you then and there or even in the vehicle. Aside from that though, Bakugou also knew that it wasn’t just the physical stuff that Kirishima was so crazy about, it was also just in the looks your eyes would give, the way you’d speak out names like they were some sort of enchantment, and just you being - you.

Any man would be out of his goddamn mind to not be crazy over you and any man would take this chance, this vulnerability you had right now, to swoop in and steal you for them-self. As much as he wanted to be one of those men, Katsuki Bakugou just couldn’t.

It was your silence and itty bitty “I’m fine,” on the drive home that told him everything he needed to know. It was all he needed, to know exactly how to take care of you.

“That red-headed idiot fucking owes me,” Bakugou mumbled to himself quietly as he started to boil some water for coffee.

While waiting, he got out his drip-brewer and filters, set them up and looked in a cabinet for some coffee beans. In the background he could hear the sound of a dog toy squeaking, probably from King going and finding it to bring to you. Soon the toy was heard being flung across the room, followed by the sound of claws against the hardwood as King tried to catch traction to run off after it. You laughed and Bakugou chortled, he’d be damned if he admitted it to anyone’s face but that laugh did something to him.

Pleased with himself, he rubbed his hands together then walked back over to you, holding a hand out.

“Come on princess.”

You looked up at him after tossing the dog toy again, King taking off.

“No drinks?” You asked while taking Bakugou’s hand and letting him help you to your feet.

“I’m drip-brewing some coffee and it’s gonna take a few minutes until it’s done. Now if you don’t have anymore questions, lets go.”

He replied, still holding your hand and leading you out of the room and down the hall until reaching a bedroom.

You quirked a brow and felt nervous all of a sudden. Bakugou looked at you from the corner of his eye after you took a deep breath and squeezed his hand, it was clammy in his and you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

The blonde walked you over to a massive king sized bed, a dark-red bedspread laid out with plush matching pillows.

“Sit down for a second,” Bakugou instructed and you obeyed.

He stood before you, taking your chin between his finger and thumb and making you look up at him. You swallowed thickly, your own fingers fiddling as his red eyes stared down at you.

Bakugou leaned down enough to kiss your lips, the kiss being much softer than the ones shared at the club. You quietly whimpered and kissed back, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. Bakugou groaned softly, his hands cupping your face tightly but with a gentle care to them.

It was so new to you, the way Bakugou was kissing and touching you, it was so … sweet. Almost sad; like it was the last time he’d kiss you.

Your fingers started to tremble and you tried not to cry, for some reason there was something taking over you, emotions starting to surface but you didn’t want them to boil over.

Not tonight. Not here. Forget him.

Hesitantly, Bakugou finally pulled away from your lips, his crimson red eyes staring back into yours once again and searching. His thumbs brushed your cheeks and he huffed a breath of air, smiling the faintest of smiles.

“Tell me the truth, are you okay?”

Your heart started to slowly descend down into your stomach, suddenly feeling nauseous as you looked back into his eyes.

Red eyes. His eyes.

No, they’re not his eyes.

You blinked rapidly, chest heaving from suddenly panting. Bakugou quirked a brow and repeated the question. You nodded, clearing your throat and looked away.

“I-I’m fine Katsuki.”

Bakugou grunted lightly before standing straight. His knuckles brushed against your cheek before he turned away and walked over to a dresser. While he started to dig around in one of the drawers, you sighed and rubbed the side of your neck suddenly feeling awkward. It was strange, you never felt awkward around Bakugou. Only what felt like a few minutes ago, you were all over the guy, begging him to bring you here, all for one thing.

Your cheeks started to heat up and blush at the thought now, you did come here for one thing. To forget.

Your eyes closed and you nodded.

Your hands came up and gathered your hair to one side before going to the cropped jacket you wore and nervously sliding it off. Next, your fingers slipped under the shoulder straps of the dress and pulled it down your chest until it rested around your hips. Suddenly you felt cold and shivered, feeling the air against your skin as you sat there halfway exposed, only a black lace bra gracing your chest.

Bakugou turned around, his eyes widening when they fell upon you sitting there, waiting. He held a garment in his hand, his fingers clutching around it tightly while he took a deep breath and walked back over to you and dropped it on the mattress.

“You really are a work of art, you know that?” He breathed out and let a finger lightly run down your sternum and over the black ink of the octopus that marked your skin.

Your teeth chewed at your lip and you softly smiled, your hands finding the belt of his jeans and going to undo the buckle.

That was, until strong hands were stopping you.

You grunted and looked up, Bakugou looking down with soft eyes and an expression you couldn’t, or didn’t want to, decipher. Your eyes narrowed and you tried to go for the buckle again but Bakugou quickly grabbed your wrists and stopped you once again.

“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” He asked in a tone that dared to hold pity.

Teeth bared, you glared at the man before you.

“Uh - what I came here for. Now are we going to do this or not?”

Bakugou sighed and shook his head, lowering your wrists and letting go before placing a hand to the back of your head as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You scoffed, the gesture making the blood in your veins boil and a fire rage behind your eyes, something was up and you knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“No, we’re not doing this.” Bakugou replied.

You sniffled, fighting back the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes and stung like a thousand bees. Out of rage, your palms made contact with Bakugou’s abdomen and pushed him back, making him grunt and slightly stumble backwards. He went to talk but you quickly cut him off with a whimper that shattered his own heart into a million pieces.

“You f-fucking asshole,” you spoke with a shaky breath, hand coming up to wipe at your eyes before going to pull the dress back up your body, “W-what, I’m not good enough for you e-either, huh? Fuck you b-both and whatever sick g-game you’re playing.”

Your vision started to blur, the tears were now free-flowing and you started to break down. Clumsily you tried to slip one arm into the dress straps and struggled which only made you sob harder.

“God fucking damn it!” You yelled out and slipped from the edge of the bed and onto the floor, bringing your knees up and curling in on yourself against the bed.

Bakugou cursed and quickly fell to his knees and crawled to your side, grabbing your body and pulling it into his arms and lap. You struggled against him and beat at his chest, trying to get away.

“Make up your f-fucking mind K-Katsu ... god I can take the rejection from h-him but not you.”

Bakugou hushed you as he pulled your head back and against his chest, his hand petting your hair lightly, letting you sob into his shirt.

“Princess, it’s not that I don’t want you. Fuck, I’d be goddamn mental if I didn’t want you! You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself from just claiming you as my own and telling everyone else to fuck off.”

“Then what’s wrong with me?” You cried out.

Bakugou smirked and cupped your cheek, looking down at you and making you look back at him through the tears as his thumb wiped some of them away. He shook his head and sighed, resting his forehead down against yours.

“There isn’t a damn thing wrong with you.” Bakugou kissed your forehead before speaking again. “Baby, you don’t want me. You want him.”

Your head shook frantically, teeth gritting and the blonde only smiled and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t shake your pretty little head at me, you do want him and I know it’s hard to believe right now but - he wants you too. I can swallow my own pride enough to see that, to make sure that you don’t do something so fucking stupid with me that you’d regret the moment you saw his stupid face again tomorrow, no matter how pissed off you are at him right now. I know you’re hurting right now and only want to forget about him but you and I both know you don’t really mean to erase him entirely, just long enough for the hurt to go away right?”

You shrugged, sniffling and nodded.

“Right. Look I told you I was going to take care of you tonight, and I don’t fucking back down on my word. You did agree to doing things my way so -” Bakugou paused and grabbed the clothing off the bed and held it between you, “Just take that shit off, put this shirt on and let me take care of you. Let me feed you, we can talk however much or little you want to, I’ll try and answer whatever questions you may or may not have and I’ll just be here for you, alright? I’m not letting you be alone this time, not like the last time.”

Bakugou cupped your cheek and made you look up at him, a look on his face that asked if you understood him. By now your crying had somewhat calmed and you were breathing fine. After a long sigh, your eyes blinked and you nodded yet again, cupping his hand on your cheek and kissing his palm.

“Okay Katsu, we’ll do things your way.”

He smiled and placed a quick peck to your lips before brushing your hair back.

“That’s my girl. Now take your time, my bathroom is through there if you wanna wash up or anything. Meet me back in the kitchen when you’re ready, I’ll start making you something special.”

The two of you stood from the floor, before Bakugou could turn to leave you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tight. He grunted from the force and chuckled as he hugged back and kissed the top of your head, ruffling your hair before you released him and allowed him to walk out of the bedroom.

You took a deep breath and started to remove the dress from your body, leaving it on the floor and replacing it with what was one of Bakugou’s t-shirts. It was a few sizes too big which worked perfectly to cover the lower half of your body. After going to his bathroom and washing your face, you opened the bedroom door to leave and yelped when King quickly sat up from his spot on the floor.

Smiling, you pet the dogs head and he followed you back into the kitchen where Bakugou was already prepping food. You cleared your throat, rubbing the side of your neck and stood next to him.

“Can I help you with anything?”

The male smiled and shook his head before wiping his hands off and turning to pick you up by the hips and sit you on the counter-top.

“No princess, you just watch and talk,” he replied and reached for a coffee mug that was full and handed it to you. “Here’s your creamer and sugar with coffee.”

You giggled and took the mug, thanking him before drinking it eagerly and humming at its warmth and taste. Looking down there were ingredients laid out and being prepped for what looked like one of your favorite dishes.

“Katsudon?” You chimed.

Bakugou nodded, “I told you I was making something special for you.”

“Wow Katsu, I didn’t know you were so domesticated!”

The blonde glared at you and nudged your knee with his elbow. “Shut up before I spit in it! Now you wanna tell me what Shitty Hair did?”

Pressing the mug to your lips, you took a massive gulp of the coffee and rose your brows. Feet swinging from the counter, you sighed before replying.

“I don’t even really know - we were doing so well and then tonight we just clicked, you know? We got a little carried away and he suddenly just brought you up, saying you acted like I was ‘your territory’ and that just set me off. Maybe I shouldn’t have let it get to me like it did, but it did. I gave him a chance Katsuki, a massive fucking chance to tell me what he was feeling, what he wants, and you know what he did? Absolutely fucking nothing!”

Bakugou hummed and nodded, looking at you briefly with a smirk.

“So you do know, that he likes you, that is.”

You laughed and nodded, rubbing the side of your neck.

“Of course, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, I’ve always sort of known. Sero and Denki actually confirmed it for me that day you and Kiri left for whatever reason. I have to say though, your friend has an ass-backwards way of showing that he likes someone. I swear he drives me up a wall with his back and forth shit but since we have been doing so good lately I thought that just maybe he finally was done with his bullshit but I guess not?”

Bakugou started to cook the meat he prepped and looked your way, quirking a brow.

“What, you asking me?” He chuckled.

“Well - yeah. Katsu, you’re the closest one to him and you’ve known him longer than I have.” You sighed and slightly frowned, looking down at the coffee in the mug and tracing the rim of it with a fingertip. “I feel so fucking dumb ... he makes me feel so dumb but even after tonight well, you were right, I don’t want to write him off entirely just yet but the question is, shouldn’t I? I mean I’ve given him chances, chances to keep rejecting and hurting me. I’m stupid right, to hope that he’ll change?”

Getting emotional again, your nose scrunched as you sniffled and caught a whiff of the food cooking. Looking over you were surprised to see how far the blonde had got while you had ranted. Bakugou got to a point to where he could let the food just simmer and he moved sideways to stand between your knees. He took the mug from your hands and sat it on the counter, replacing the loss of warmth from it with the warmth of his own hands as they took yours. His red eyes looked up and he smirked.

“Are you sure you want my opinion and advice? I mean not like it’s bad, I only give the best!”

Your eyes rolled with a laugh, you leaned forward pressing your forehead to his.

“Yes, I need the great Katsuki Bakugou’s advice or else I’m going to lose my ever loving mind!”

The blonde chuckled and cupped your cheek and placed a quick kiss to it.

“Alright princess, but only because you said the magic words.”

Bakugou took a deep breath and ran a hand through his spiky hair as he went back to cooking.

“First off, you’re not dumb or stupid because he does like you. If he wasn’t as crazy as he is over you, then I’d agree that you are and that you should drop him fucking fast and move on but that’s not the case here. That idiot has been absolutely and disgustingly smitten with you since you walked into his fucking studio and got that damn tattoo. Believe or not, your guy is a hopeless romantic and believes in that dumb shit like love at first sight and ‘just knowing’. I know it may be hard to tell but Kiri truly is a good guy, he’s the charmer out of us all but he has changed since you showed up and he does have his reasons.”

Your eyes narrowed and you thought back to the night in Kiri’s truck and his excuse about having reasons for treating you like dirt. It only made you want to call bullshit.

“You know this isn’t the first time I heard that he has ‘reasons’ for acting the way he does, so what the hell are they?”

The male only chuckled and shook his head, stirring the food around.

“(Y/N) I really wish I could tell you but that is for him to say, just know that whether you want to believe it or not they are very valid reasons, at least in the beginning they were. Me and the others have told that guy countless times to just put his reasons aside and man the fuck up but he’s still hesitant, he only wants to make sure that it’s - what’s best for you.”

“Well last time I checked I was an adult and can make my own damn decisions,” you snapped, jaw and fists clenching.

Bakugou snickered and nodded.

“Oh I fucking agree and I told him that myself. Look - sometimes I think Kirishima’s quirk goes a little further than just his body and even into his own brain, causing him to be really fucking dumb! So I have a suggestion, if you truly want to know what you should do next.”

You nodded eagerly and leaned over, getting closer to Bakugou and he quickly caught your hand before it could make contact with one of the hot burners of the stove-top. You gasped and heard a growl coming from him.

“Be careful! God knows what would happen if we showed up tomorrow and you have a fucking burn of all things on your pretty little hand. I’d be dead!”

Bakugou sat you back up where you were and shook his head.

“Knowing Kirishima, he’s gonna think a lot tonight about what he did wrong because trust me one of those other idiots will point it out for him. You can bet your ass that tomorrow he’ll try to apologize again, grovel and everything in between to make get you back on good terms with him. One of two things will happen, either he’s done being an idiot and tells you how he feels and things will get better or he doesn’t. If the latter happens then, well - call him a coward.”

You blinked rapidly and scoffed. “Pardon?”

“You heard me princess. Call him out on his bullshit and tell him how you feel! Tell him he either needs to shit or get off the pot before someone else comes and steals you away, guarantee, he’ll change real fucking fast. You see, you have yet to tell him your own feelings little one, so if he knows how you truly feel, that you’re stubborn about those feelings and want him to act on his own then I promise you that will solve the majority of your problems.”

“Hmm.”

It was all you could do while really letting what Bakugou said sit and saturate. He was right, Kiri wasn’t the only one who hadn’t made their feelings known and maybe you doing just that would show him that you are serious and you’re tired of the back and forth. Sure it may a little bit of tough love to get it through his skull but it would work.

Kirishima was the type to take a challenge, same as you were, that’s why you both were so attracted to each other. Your relationship even from the first day was nothing but one huge challenge and the truth was, it always would be but that didn’t mean it had to be a bad thing. You smirked and looked at Bakugou, now finishing the katsudon and platting it for the both of you.

“You know if this backfires I’m fucking you up Katsu!”

With a wicked grin, Bakugou laughed and stood before you again, his hands on your thighs and gently squeezing them as his head tilted.

“If this backfires princess, then that just means I can take a shot at being your man instead.”

You smiled and playfully poked at Bakugou’s nose before sighing and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging and holding yourself close to him. He shook his head, arms wrapping around you as well and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You finally felt relief for the first time in ages about the whole situation and felt so appreciative of Bakugou in general. He could’ve been low and taken advantage of you, something you thought you wanted but what he knew deep down inside was something that would only end up being a regret. There was a newfound appreciation you had for him now and for his loyalty to his friend. With a hum you nuzzled your face into the crook of Bakugou’s neck, hugging him tighter.

“Thank you Katsu, thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

Bakugou smirked and dared to feel his heart skip a beat, his hand rubbing your back softly.

“Tch, you gotta fucking remember, we’re a family and we take care of each other. No matter what, me, Sero, Denki, all of us will always take care of you princess. You just say the word and we’ll be there, no matter what.” He replied and turned to kiss your temple. “I love you too brat. Now, let's eat and get your ass in bed!”

Giving Bakugou a smile, you nodded and let him remove you from the counter-top and back down onto the floor. He instructed you go and sit at the dining table while he brought over the food and different drinks. In no time the two of you were eating, you mostly scarfed the food down not realizing just how hungry you were until the food hit your stomach. Bakugou would chuckle and smile proudly as he’d watch you eat and enjoy the meal he made.

He was happy to see you finally at ease, he could tell that just from the talk, a massive weight had rolled from your shoulders just by the way your body seemed more relaxed. Bakugou felt more than accomplished and felt that all in all, despite your little tiff with Kiri, the night was good.

After eating, you both cleaned up the food and dishes, you yawning here and there, body slowly shutting down as you’d move slower. Once done, Bakugou picked you up like a child, to which you instantly melted into him and held on while he carried you back to the bedroom after shutting off all the lights in the kitchen. Eyes feeling heavy, you were in and out of sleep and faintly heard the sound of King’s claws against the hardwood as he followed along.

Soon you were being laid down on the bed, body feeling heavy and sinking into the mattress, making you sigh at how comfortable it was. Bakugou pulled back the covers and positioned you underneath them before tucking them around you. He patted the spot next to you and King jumped onto the bed, quickly making himself comfortable right next to you and snuggling. Your hand pet him lazily and eyes tried to open and focus on Bakugou.

“You’re sleeping with me right?” You asked with a groggy voice.

A kiss was placed on your forehead and Bakugou brushed back your hair.

“Of course princess, you gotta let me change first though.”

After earning a nod, Bakugou smiled and went to change out of the clothes he wore, stripping down to just his briefs and going to the bathroom to wash his face before he returned, turned off the lights and crawled into the bed.

Upon feeling his body sinking onto the mattress, you turned and wrapped around the male, cuddling him close and burying your face into his chest. Bakugou didn’t complain, only wrapped around you in return and started to pet your hair as the other hand pet King who was on the other side. You were perfectly sandwiched between him and the dog, feeling safer than you had in months. A few moments of silence had gone by and Bakugou was sure you had fallen asleep before you sighed and pet at his chest, mumbling something with a sleep laced voice.

“Katsu, I - I need to tell you something.”

Bakugou grunted, falling asleep himself and held you tighter, giving a light squeeze.

“Hah - what is it?”

“... I’m in danger Katsuki ... running, I’m running from him.”

At this Bakugou was quickly more awake and aware, he craned his head to look down at you in his arms. He felt his stomach lurch but he wasn’t shocked, he himself had thought this before.

“From who princess?”

Your face nuzzled more into his chest, warm breath fanning his skin and your lips fluttering against it as you spoke.

“My ... my ex, he hurt me you know, my legs.”

The blonde nodded and continued to run his fingers through your hair, listening closely.

You started to quietly cry somehow in your half asleep state, choking on your words.

“H-he - I almo-most d-died Katsu, he j-just left me to d-die and - “

Bakugou cut you off quickly, his hand cupped your face, tilting your head up and using his mouth to silence your own in a kiss. Your eyes screwed shut and tears flowed yet again as he caressed your cheek and let the kiss linger, his warm lips enveloping yours in a comforting hug. When he pulled away, Bakugou let your face fall back into his chest and he shushed your cries, hand rubbing your back as King crawled even closer and laid his head in the curve of your hip.

“You’re safe now princess, I told you, we’ll take care of you, Red will take care of you. J-Just go to sleep, you need some rest. If you really want to tell me more then tell me in the morning over breakfast. Sound good?”

Your arms and legs wrapped around Bakugou like a vice and you hummed.

“Okay Katsu,” you kissed his chest, “Goodnight.”

Bakugou nodded and stayed silent as he held you, listening and waiting to feel your body grow heavier in his hold, for your breathing to slow and for you to finally slip into a deep slumber.

King let out a quiet whimper and Bakugou smirked, his free hand petting the animals head and he kissed the top of your head before quietly speaking.

“Don’t worry King, we’ll protect her. I promise. That idiot better straighten up and do right by her, or else I will.”

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I take care of you: Beetlejuice x Fem!Reader

This is part of my contribution to BJ x reader, I hope you guys enjoyed. If you’d like to request something, go ahead, just know I need to get rid of this writers’ block so my preferences are scenario

A/N: Based on a true story

“WHat the fuck happened to you?” You suddenly hear as you drop your backpack on the couch and you strolled to the refrigerator. Nonchalantly, you turn your head to look at the shocked demon before taking a sip of the cold water you’ve been yearning for the whole day.

“What are you talking about?”

“D’uh, I know I am a demon that can’t feel pain, but the fact that you are missing A CHUNK OF MEAT ON YOUR LEG!”

Oh yeah, your leg.

“Oh yeahhh...it hurts less, I almost forgot about it. My your dramatic stance is getting better and better- OKay, so get this.” and you, for some reason giddy as you sat on the stool that was next to the counter, placing your water bottle on the counter was excited to tell the story.

He blinked, not sure if he should be impressed by your high pain tolerance or confused and puzzled that you seemed excited to recount your painful moment of the day.

“OKay, storytime.” you clasped your hands as if you were recording yourself to hundreds, thousands that could possibly find your event much more interesting, but your undead boyfriend sat on the other stool, all ears.

“So you know how Thursdays are arm and leg workouts?” You asked, he lightly rolled his eyes because for him it seems forever before he got to see you, he was always anxious when you walked out the door with your school supplies and a duffel bag with extra clothes, “Yeah I do, but just tell me what happened already babes.”

“Okay but first let me just tell you that my shoulder was getting better. Okay, so I was ALMOST finished with the workout and I had to do three sets of Box jumps. Well, on the last set of the jumps, I wasn’t paying attention and my foot slipped off, my shin scraping against the corners. The scab hurt for at least 5 minutes. It’s all cool though, I had gauze and band-aids in my bag. My coach gave me ointment I forgot to use, but it hurts less now. It feels like a throbbing sensation.” You look down to see your wound covered up with dried blood that was an odd shape.

Beetlejuice pursed his lips, nodding at each main point and followed your gaze to your wound, “Babes, you’re gonna kill me re-again with this bullshit here. First your shoulder pops and you’re scared that it could be your clavicle and now you had to not pay attention because of what?...Was I in your mind in the moment? Sweets, it’s not always I say this, but you’re gonna have to get some self-control- I know...I know it’s going to be tough, but it is for your own good remember that-”

You rolled your eyes with a smile before you snickered, “Beej, sweetie, I will be fine, okay? I’m not clumsy, it just happens when it happens, I can’t stop it and I will punish you if you attempt to save me, got it?”

Beetlejuice scoffed dramatically that he ended up backing up, “Yeah, sure.” He had broken eye contact and you leaned forward to grab his tie, fondling it between your fingers. Beetlejuice looked down as he sensed his tie being touched,

When he looked up at you, you struck and pulled yourself to his lips, standing and resting against his body. Surprised by your move, he extended his arms and kissed back after a few seconds before wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his chest.

You pulled away to see his face. Eyes droopy with love, his smile was huge with a little drool coming out of the corner of his lips and he was still in his aroused state.

“Now,” You started, your tone of voice changed into a smooth, smoky to invite him to where you’re going, “I’m going upstairs and take a shower. Maybe a bath if you go up there -most likely a shower- but I’ll be waiting for your response.” and with that you left with the bottle in your hand.

When you removed your hand from his tie, he was out of the trance you got him in the first place and he wanted more.

You could hear the sudden rustling as he followed you up the stairs, to the bathroom, catching you in the act of stripping from your clothes. He caught a glimpse of the scrapes that was on your shin when you turned around. The most prominent one being the chunk of skin that was ripped, your blood acting as it’s shield to relive it’s tissue in the dermis.

He watched you struggled slightly lifting your leg and he immediately was at your side, “Babes, careful, as much as I want you by my side on the other side, you’re the only one who can get me cold crickets for breakfast.” He joked and guide you to the bathtub with an easy lift. You held a strangled groan as he helped you in the tub. You smiled when you caught him in the act of grabbing your boob. You wrapped your arm over his neck, with your free hand you grab his chin and made him look at you in the eye.

He always loved that you can take things in your hands, feeling your boldness of grabbing his chin and pulling him in a kiss. His lips were cold, yet filled with passion. His hand tightened at your breast as he slid it down your side, close to your ass.

You smirked against his lips and pulled away just enough to hold onto as you moved in front of him. He held you in the process and seeing as he was inside the tub, you thought you might pull a tiny prank. He was so concern over your well-being that it was both cute and weird, so you wanted to bring him a little relief that you would be in fact okay.

He growled softly as he got closer, almost pressing your back against the cold wall and as he got closer to capture your lips, your hand had made its way to the knob, hearing the hiss of the shower head turn on and water spraying over your head directly onto Beetlejuice. His facial expression changed from this sexy, lustful creature to that of a shocked, squealing demon. Just after 5 seconds, the water continued to drench his hair and it covered his eyes. His clothes were so wet and you were laughing so hard, watching him look down then up at you, using his hands to open up his bangs. You released the most heartfelt laughter, the sound of your laugh was both wheezing, fruity, and high-pitched. Your sides were hurting that you had to rest against the wall and felt the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Beetlejuice would’ve been angry and fuming, but the fact that you were having a wonderful time laughing, and pranking him on top of that made his dead heart beat twice. He was completely drenched, his clothes wet, but the laugh was so overpowering. He bent over just slightly and shook his head. Feeling water sprayed towards you and the disgusting taste of dirt and water, you spit it out, yelling “Lawrence!” you covered your mouth, muffling your now calming laughter.

When you didn’t feel water being thrown at you, you opened your eyes to see him literally shake his head in his hands. He tilted himself so that water would come out of his ears.

“Ey babes, I didn’t think you would make this wet, normally I’m the one making you wet.” He smiled smugly, “I’m impressed babes.”

You now giggled at his sex joke and he used his magic to remove his clothes, leaving him naked in the tub. He can always get his stink back, right now he was having a special time with you, he did not want it to be ruined.

You were currently sitting besides his side, resting your head against his chest as your were resting your hand on top of his belly. You eyes were closed and you released your sigh in content, smelling the spearmint of the epsom salt you had underneath the sink that you instructed Beetlejuice to help pour in the tub.

He gave you a light massage on your shoulder, feeling your chest rise and lower with each breath. Since he wasn’t aware of the time, you had installed a digital clock to track and he was not aware that 25 minutes had passed. You had told him that after 30 minutes if he would take you to the bed. He did pick you up, but he had a 5 minute dilemma of how to transfer you to the bed.

If he let you in the bathtub to grab the towel, there was a high chance you would wake up from the water suddenly reaching your nose. If he wrapped the towel around your body, the towel would be wet...how the fuck do you-

We don’t know how he did it, but he fucking did it. He managed to bring you to bed with a towel wrapped around your body. You groan softly and turn on your stomach, your back turned to him, wincing in pain as you felt the scabs scrape against the bed sheets. You took a deep breath and you groan softly, starting to wake up, you didn’t want to. You wanted to sleep naked and cuddle against Beetlejuice. Can you just have that one night instead?

“Baby?...” You murmured, turning your head to be heard.

“Yeah Babes?”

“Can you do me the favor of placing a little ointment on my shoulders please?...”

“Of course, babes!” He said ecstatically and you quickly added, “Do you know which one?”

“Uhhh….” He had opened the drawer to see a few ointment bottles and you responded to his unsure state, “The one that says Bengay please. Just a little, when you see the cream fill your fingertip massage my shoulders and knees, please Baby.”

What was so great about him was the time and effort it took for him to memorize the places on your body that made your groan and moan, weak and vulnerable from the shivers that send down your body.

When he began massaging the ointment onto your shoulders, you let out a pained groan followed by a content one. Your demon enjoyed the sounds you released, often replying back by overdoing things and you having to tell him to relax a bit since he was only slightly hurting you with how tight he was pressing into your muscles. It wasn’t his fault, he wanted to help you relax It was the best spa night you had, despite the scabs adding painful pressure that kept reminding you to move or else it would continue to hurt, it was overpowered by Beetlejuice’s wonder hands.

“Mmm, thanks baby. Can you do me just one more favor?” You mumbled, drifting in your sleep until you heard him say, “Anything babes, you want me to bring you a hot tub, I’ll do that with a snap of my fingers!”

“Mm, as much fun as it sounds I think what I’m about to ask for is a lot nicer than a hot tub.”

He was confused, but nonetheless ready to make your wishes come true, “What could that babes?”

“Cuddle with me.” You smiled softly and made a grabby hand motion on your pillow that you wanted him by your side.

Beetlejuice grinned at the request and hurried inside, all while naked mind you. You two were naked underneath your covers and he was careful not to annoy you, but you surprised him when you made the move.

You let your chest press against his and brought your hips closer. The injured, left leg, draped over his while your injured one rested against the sheets. You let out a satisfied sigh as you opened your sleepy eyes to look at him, “See? There was nothing to worry about, I’m safe in your arms and I can’t thank you enough for your care.”

Pink strands of hair appeared within his green hair as he smiled small, feeling more and more happy and relaxed to hear it from your mouth.

He cuddled against you, brought you closer to his neck as he made soft whimper noises, “I’ll always take care of you babes, always.”

“Mm, thank you Beetlejuice, I appreciate that very much.”

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Under the Read More, I will put a single-sentence question, followed by its answer. This is from Finnegans Wake. For the record, the question is asking “who was the person who matched this description.”

What secondtonone myther rector and maximost bridgesmaker was the first to rise taller through his beanstale than the bluegum buaboababbaun or the giganteous Wellingtonia Sequoia; went nudiboots with trouters into a liffeyette when she was barely in her tricklies; was well known to claud a conciliation cap onto the esker of his hooth; sports a chainganger’s albert solemenly over his hullender’s epulence; thought he weighed a new ton when there felled his first lapapple; gave the heinousness of choice to everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries; had sevenal successivecoloured serebanmaids on the same big white drawringroam horthrug; is a Willbeforce to this hour at house as he was in heather; pumped the catholick wartrey and shocked the prodestung boyne; killed his own hungery self in anger as a young man; found fodder for five when allmarken rose goflooded; with Hirish tutores Cornish made easy; voucher of rotables, toll of the road; bred manyheaded stepsons for one leapyourown taughter; is too funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect; like a heptagon crystal emprisoms trues and fauss for us; is infinite swell in unfitting induments; once was he shovelled and once was he arsoned and once was he inundered and she hung him out billbailey; has a quadrant in his tile to tell Toler cad a’clog it is; offers chances to Long on but stands up to Legge before; found coal at the end of his harrow and mossroses behind the seams; made a fort out of his postern and wrote F.E.R.T. on his buckler; is escapemaster-in-chief from all sorts of houdingplaces; if he outharrods against barkers, to the shoolbred he acts whiteley; was evacuated at the mere appearance of three germhuns and twice besieged by a sweep; from zoomorphology to omnianimalism he is brooched by the spin of a coin; towers, an eddistoon amid the lampless, casting swannbeams on the deep; threatens thunder upon malefactors and sends whispers up fraufrau’s froufrous; when Dook Hookbackcrook upsits his ass booseworthies jeer and junket but they boos him oos and baas his aas when he lukes like Hunkett Plunkett; by sosannsos and search a party on a lady of this city; business, reading newspaper, smoking cigar, arranging tumblers on table, eating meals, pleasure, etcetera, etcetera, pleasure, eating meals, arranging tum-blers on table, smoking cigar, reading newspaper, business; minerals, wash and brush up, local views, juju toffee, comic and birthdays cards; those were the days and he was their hero; pink sunset shower, red clay cloud, sorrow of Sahara, oxhide on Iren; arraigned and attainted, listed and lited, pleaded and proved; catches his check at banck of Indgangd and endurses his doom at chapel exit; brain of the franks, hand of the christian, tongue of the north; commands to dinner and calls the bluff; has a block at Morgen’s and a hatache all the afternunch; plays gehamerat when he’s ernst but misses mausey when he’s lustyg; walked as far as the Head where he sat in state as the Rump; shows Early English tracemarks and a marigold window with manigilt lights, a myrioscope, two remarkable piscines and three wellworthseeing ambries; arches all portcullised and his nave dates from dots; is a horologe unstoppable and the Benn of all bells; fuit, isst and herit and though he’s mildewstaned he’s mouldystoned; is a quercuss in the forest but plane member for Megalopolis; mountunmighty, faunonfleetfoot; plank in our platform, blank in our scouturn; hidal, in carucates he is enumerated, hold as an earl, he counts; shipshaped phrase of buglooking words with a form like the easing moments of a graminivorous; to our dooms brought he law, our manoirs he made his vill of; was an overgrind to the underground and acqueduced for fierythroats; sends boys in socks acoughawhooping when he lets farth his carbonoxside and silk stockings show her shapings when he looses hose on hers; stocks dry puder for the Ill people and pinkun’s pellets for all the Pale; gave his mundyfoot to Miserius, her pinch to Anna Livia, that superfine pigtail to Cerisia Cerosia and quid rides to Titius, Caius and Sempronius; made the man who had no notion of shopkeepers feel he’d rather play the duke than play the gentleman; shot two queans and shook three caskles when he won his game of dwarfs; fumes inwards like a strombolist till he smokes at both ends; manmote, befier of him, womankind, pietad!; shows one white drift of snow among the gorsegrowth of his crown and a chaperon of repentance on that which shed gore; pause and quies, triple bill; went by metro for the polis and then hoved by; to the finders, hail! woa, you that seek!; whom fillth had plenished, dearth devoured; hock is leading, cocoa comes next, emery tries for the flag; can dance the O’Bruin’s polerpasse at Noolahn to his own orchistruss accompaniment; took place before the internatural convention of catholic midwives and found stead before the congress for the study of endonational calamities; makes a delictuous entrée and finishes off the course between sweets and savouries; flouts for forecasts, flairs for finds and the fun of the fray on the fairground; cleared out three hundred sixty five idles to set up one all khalassal for henwives hoping to have males; the flawhoolagh, the grasping one, the kindler of paschal fire; forbids us our trespassers as we forgate him; the phoenix be his pyre, the cineres his sire!; piles big pelium on little ossas like the pilluls of hirculeads; has an eatupus complex and a drinkthedregs kink; wurstmeats for chumps and cowcarlows for scullions; when he plies for our favour is very trolly ours; two psychic espousals and three desertions; may be matter of fact now but was futter of magd then; Cattermole Hill, exmountain of flesh was reared up by stress and sank under strain; tank it up, dank it up, tells the tailor to his tout; entoutcas for a man, but bit a thimble for a maid; blimp, blump; a dud letter, a sing a song a sylble; a byword, a sentence with surcease; while stands his canyouseehim frails shall fall; was hatched at Cellbridge but ejoculated abrood; as it gan in the biguinnengs so wound up in a battle of Boss; Roderick, Roderick, Roderick, O, you’ve gone the way of the Danes; variously catalogued, regularly regrouped; a bushboys holoday, a quacker’s mating, a wenches’ sandbath; the same homoheatherous checkinlossegg as when sollyeye airly blew ye; real detonation but false report; spa mad but inn sane; half emillian via bogus census but a no street hausmann when allphannd; is the handiest of all andies and a most alleghant spot to dump your hump; hands his secession to the new patricius but plumps plebmatically for the bloody old centuries; eats with doors open and ruts with gates closed; some dub him Rotshield and more limn him Rockyfellow; shows he’s fly to both demisfairs but thries to cover up his tracers; seven dovecotes cooclaim to have been pigeonheim to this homer, Smerrnion, Rhoebok, Kolonsreagh, Seapoint, Quayhowth, Ashtown, Ratheny; independent of the lordship of chamberlain, acknowledging the rule of Rome; we saw thy farm at Useful Prine, Domhnall, Domhnall; reeks like Illbelpaese and looks like Iceland’s ear; lodged at quot places, lived through tot reigns; takes a szumbath for his weekend and a wassarnap for his refreskment; after a good bout at stoolball enjoys Giroflee Giroflaa; what Nevermore missed and Colombo found; believes in everyman his own goaldkeeper and in Africa for the fullblacks; the arc of his drive was forty full and his stumps were pulled at eighty; boasts him to the thick-in-thews the oldest creater in Aryania and looks down on the Suiss family Collesons whom he calls les nouvelles roches; though his heart, soul and spirit turn to pharaoph times, his love, faith and hope stick to futuerism; light leglifters cense him souriantes from afore while boor browbenders curse him grommelants to his hindmost; between youlasses and yeladst glimse of Even; the Lug his peak has, the Luk his pile; drinks tharr and wodhar for his asama and eats the unparishable sow to styve off reglar rack; the beggars cloak them reclined about his paddystool, the whores winken him as they walk their side; on Christienmas at Advent Lodge, New Yealand, after a lenty illness the roeverand Mr Easterling of pentecostitis, no followers by bequest, fanfare all private; Gone Where Glory Waits Him (Ball, bulletist) but Not Here Yet (Maxwell, clark); comminxed under articles but phoenished a borgiess; from the vat on the bier through the burre in the dark to the buttle of the bawn; is A1 an the highest but Roh re his root; filled fanned of hackleberries whenas all was tuck and toss up for him as a yangster to fall fou of hockinbechers wherein he had gauged the use of raisin; ads aliments, das doles, raps rustics, tams turmoil; sas seed enough for a semination but sues skivvies on the sly; learned to speak from hand to mouth till he could talk earish with his eyes shut; hacked his way through hickheckhocks but hanged hishelp from there hereafters; rialtos, annesleyg, binn and balls to say nothing atolk of New Comyn; the gleam of the glow of the shine of the sun through the dearth of the dirth on the blush of the brick of the viled ville of Barnehulme has dust turned to brown; these dyed to tartan him, rueroot, dulse, bracken, teasel, fuller’s ash, sundew and cress; long gunn but not for cotton; stood his sharp assault of famine but grew girther, girther and girther; he has twenty four or so cousins germinating in the United States of America and a namesake with an initial difference in the once kingdom of Poland; his first’s a young rose and his second’s French-Egyptian and his whole means a slump at Christie’s; forth of his pierced part came the woman of his dreams, blood thicker then water last trade overseas; buyshop of Glintylook, eorl of Hoed; you and I are in him surrented by brwn bldns; Elin’s flee polt pelhaps but Hwang Chang evelytime; he one was your of highbigpipey boys but fancy him as smoking fags his at time of life; Mount of Mish, Mell of Moy; had two cardinal ventures and three capitol sinks; has a peep in his pocketbook and a packetboat in his keep; B.V.H., B.L.G., P.P.M., T.D.S., V.B.D., T.C.H., L.O.N.; is Breakfates, Lunger, Diener and Souper; as the streets were paved with cold he felt his topperairy; taught himself skating and learned how to fall; distinctly dirty but rather a dear; hoveth chieftains evrywehr, with morder; Ostman Effendi, Serge Paddishaw; baases two mmany, outpriams al’ his parisites; first of the fenians, roi des fainéants; his Tiara of scones was held unfillable till one Liam Fail felled him in Westmunster; was struck out of his sittem when he rowed saulely to demask us and to our appauling predicament brought as plagues from Buddapest; put a matchhead on an aspenstalk and set the living a fire; speared the rod and spoiled the lightning; married with cakes and repunked with pleasure; till he was buried howhappy was he and he made the welkins ring with Up Micawber!; god at the top of the staircase, carrion on the mat of straw; the false hood of a spindler web chokes the cavemouth of his unsightliness but the nestlings that liven his leafscreen sing him a lover of arbuties; we strike hands over his bloodied warsheet but we are pledged entirely to his green mantle; our friend vikelegal, our swaran foi; under the four stones by his streams who vanished the wassailbowl at the joy of shells; Mora and Lora had a hill of a high time looking down on his confusion till firm look in readiness, forward spear and the windfoot of curach strewed the lakemist of Lego over the last of his fields; we darkened for you, faulterer, in the year of mourning but we’ll fidhil to the dimtwinklers when the streamy morvenlight calls up the sunbeam; his striped pantaloons, his rather strange walk; hereditatis columna erecta, hagion chiton eraphon; nods a nap for the nonce but crows cheerio when they get ecunemical; is a simultaneous equator of elimbinated integras when three upon one is by inspection improper; has the most conical hodpiece of confusianist heronim and that chuchuffuous chinchin of his is like a footsey kungoloo around Taishantyland; he’s as globeful as a gasometer of lithium and luridity and he was thrice ten anular years before he wallowed round Raggiant Circos; the cabalstone at the coping of his cavin is a canine constant but only an amirican could apparoxemete the apeupresiosity of his atlast’s alongement; sticklered rights and lefts at Baddersdown in his hunt for the boar trwth but made his end with the modareds that came at him in Camlenstrete; a hunnibal in exhaustive conflict, an otho to return; burning body to aiger air on melting mountain in wooing wave; we go into him sleepy children, we come out of him strucklers for life; he divested to save from the Mrs Drownings their rival queens while Grimshaw, Bragshaw and Renshaw made off with his storen clothes; taxed and rated, licensed and ranted; his threefaced stonehead was found on a whitehorse hill and the print of his costellous feet is seen in the goat’s grasscircle; pull the blind, toll the deaf and call dumb, lame and halty; Miraculone, Monstrucceleen; led the upplaws at the Creation and hissed a snake charmer off her stays; hounded become haunter, hunter become fox; harrier, marrier, terrier, tav; Olaph the Oxman, Thorker the Tourable; you feel he is Vespasian yet you think of him as Aurelius; whugamore, tradertory, socianist, commoniser; made a summer assault on our shores and begiddy got his sands full; first he shot down Raglan Road and then he tore up Marlborough Place; Cromlechheight and Crommalhill were his farfamed feetrests when our lurch as lout let free into the Lubar heloved; mareschalled his wardmotes and delimited the main; netted before nibbling, can scarce turn a scale but, grossed after meals, weighs a town in himself; Banba prayed for his conversion, Beurla missed that grand old voice; a Colossus among cabbages, the Melarancitrone of fruits; larger than life, doughtier than death; Gran Turco, orege forment; lachsembulger, leperlean; the sparkle of his genial fancy, the depth of his calm sagacity, the clearness of his spotless honour, the flow of his boundless benevolence; our family furbear, our tribal tarnpike; quary was he invincibled and cur was he burked; partitioned Irskaholm, united Irishmen; he took a svig at his own methyr but she tested a bit gorky and as for the salmon he was coming up in him all life long; comm, eilerdich hecklebury and sawyer thee, warden; silent as the bee in honey, stark as the breath on hauwck, Costello, Kinsella, Mahony, Moran, though you rope Amrique your home ruler is Dan; figure right, he is hoisted by the scurve of his shaggy neck, figure left, he is rationed in isobaric patties among the crew; one asks was he poisoned, one thinks how much did he leave; ex-gardener (Riesengebirger), fitted up with planturous existencies would make Roseoogreedy (mite’s) little hose; taut sheets and scuppers awash but the oil silk mack Liebsterpet micks his aquascutum; the enjoyment he took in kay women, the employment he gave to gee men; sponsor to a squad of piercers, ally to a host of rawlies; against lightning, explosion, fire, earthquake, flood, whirlwind, burglary, third party, rot, loss of cash, loss of credit, impact of vehicles; can rant as grave as oxtail soup and chat as gay as a porto flippant; is unhesitent in his unionism and yet a pigotted nationalist; Sylviacola is shy of him, Matrosenhosens nose the joke; shows the sinews of peace in his chest-o-wars; fiefeofhome, ninehundred and thirtunine years of copyhold; is aldays open for polemypolity’s sake when he’s not suntimes closed for the love of Janus; sucks life’s eleaxir from the pettipickles of the Jewess and ruoulls in sulks if any popeling runs down the Huguenots; Boomaport, Walleslee, Ubermeerschall Blowcher and Supercharger, Monsieur Ducrow, Mister Mudson, master gardiner; to one he’s just paunch and judex, to another full of beans and brehons; hallucination, cauchman, ectoplasm; passed for baabaa blacksheep till he grew white woo woo woolly; was drummatoysed by Mac Milligan’s daughter and put to music by one shoebard; all fitzpatricks in his emirate remember him, the boys of wetford hail him babu; indanified himself with boro tribute and was schenkt publicly to brigstoll; was given the light in drey orchafts and entumuled in threeplexes; his likeness is in Terrecuite and he giveth rest to the rainbowed; lebriety, frothearnity and quality; his reverse makes a virtue of necessity while his obverse mars a mother by invention; beskilk his gunwale and he’s the second imperial, untie points, unhook tenters and he’s lath and plaster; calls upon Allthing when he fails to appeal to Eachovos; basidens, ardree, kongsemma, rexregulorum; stood into Dee mouth, then backed broadside on Baulacleeva; either eldorado or ultimate thole; a kraal of fou feud fires, a crawl of five pubs; laid out lashings of laveries to hunt down his family ancestors and then pled double trouble or quick quits to hush the buckers up; threw pebblets for luck over one sodden shoulder and dragooned peoplades armed to their teeth; pept as Gaudio Gambrinus, grim as Potter the Grave; ace of arts, deuce of damimonds, trouble of clubs, fear of spates; cumbrum, cumbrum, twiniceynurseys fore a drum but tre to uno tips the scale; reeled the titleroll opposite a brace of girdles in Silver on the Screen but was sequenced from the set as Crookback by the even more titulars, Rick, Dave and Barry; he can get on as early as the twentysecond of Mars but occasionally he doesn’t come offbefore Virgintiquinque Germinal; his Indian name is Hapapoosiesobjibway and his number in arithmosophy is the stars of the plough; took weapon in the province of the pike and let fling his line on Eelwick; moves in vicous cicles yet remews the same; the drain rats bless his offals while the park birds curse his floodlights; Portobello, Equadocta, Therecocta, Percorello; he pours into the softclad shellborn the hard cash earned in Watling Street; his birth proved accidental shows his death its grave mistake; brought us giant ivy from the land of younkers and bewitthered Apostolopolos with the gale of his gall; while satisfied that soft youthful bright matchless girls should bosom into fine silkclad joyous blooming young women is not so pleased that heavy swearsome strongsmelling irregularshaped men should blottout active handsome wellformed frankeyed boys; herald hairyfair, alloaf the wheat; husband your aunt and endow your nepos; hearken but hush it, screen him and see; time is, an archbishopric, time was, a tradesmen’s entrance; beckburn brooked with wath, scale scarred by scow; his rainfall is a couple of kneehighs while his meanst grass temperature marked three in the shade; is the meltingpoint of snow and the bubblingplace of alcohol; has a tussle with the trulls and then does himself justice; hinted at in the eschatological chapters of Humphrey’s Justesse of the Jaypees and hunted for by Theban recensors who sniff there’s something behind the Bug of the Deaf; the king was in his cornerwall melking mark so murry, the queen was steep in armbour feeling fain and furry, the mayds was midst the hawthorns shoeing up their hose, out pimps the back guards (pomp!) and pump gun they goes; to all his foretellers he reared a stone and for all his comethers he planted a tree; forty acres, sixty miles, white stripe, red stripe, washes his fleet in annacrwatter; whou missed a porter so whot shall he do for he wanted to sit for Pimploco but they’ve caught him to stand for Sue?; Dutchlord, Dutchlord, overawes us; Headmound, king and martyr, dunstung in the Yeast, Pitre-le-Pore-in Petrin, Barth-the-Grete-by-the-Exchange; he hestens towards dames troth and wedding hand like the prince of Orange and Nassau while he has trinity left behind him like Bowlbeggar Bill-the-Bustonly; brow of a hazelwood, pool in the dark; changes blowicks into bullocks and a well of Artesia into a bird of Arabia; the handwriting on his facewall, the cryptoconchoidsiphonostomata in his exprussians; his birthspot lies beyond the herospont and his burialplot in the pleasant little field; is the yldist kiosk on the pleninsula and the unguest hostel in Saint Scholarland; walked many hundreds and many score miles of streets and lit thousands in one nightlights in hectares of windows; his great wide cloak lies on fifteen acres and his little white horse decks by dozens our doors; O sorrow the sail and woe the rudder that were set for Mairie Quai!; his suns the huns, his dartars the tartars, are plenty here today; who repulsed from his burst the bombolts of Ostenton and falchioned each flash downsaduck in the deep; apersonal problem, a locative enigma; upright one, vehicule of arcanisation in the field, lying chap, floodsupplier of celiculation through ebblanes; a part of the whole as a port for a whale; Dear Hewitt Castello, Equerry, were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to unearly summers, from Rhoda Dundrums; is above the seedfruit level and outside the leguminiferous zone; when older links lock older hearts then he’ll resemble she; can be built with glue and clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress; the night express sings his story, the song of sparrownotes on his stave of wires; he crawls with lice, he swarms with saggarts; is as quiet as a mursque but can be as noisy as a sonogog; was Dilmun when his date was palmy and Mudlin when his nut was cracked; suck up the sease, lep laud at ease, one lip on his lap and one cushlin his crease; his porter has a mighty grasp and his baxters the boon of broadwhite; 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our awful dad, Timour of Tortur; puzzling, startling, shocking, nay, perturbing; went puffing from king’s brugh to new customs, doffing the gibbous off him to every breach of all size; with Pa’s new heft and Papa’s new helve he’s Papapa’s old cutlass Papapapa left us; when youngheaded oldshouldered and middlishneck aged about; caller herring everydaily, turgid tarpon overnight; see Loryon the comaleon that changed endocrine history by loeven his loaf with forty bannucks; she drove him dafe till he driv her blind up; the pigeons doves be perchin all over him one day on Baslesbridge and the ravens duv be pitchin their dark nets after him the next night behind Koenigstein’s Arbour; tronf of the rep, comf of the priv, prosp of the pub; his headwood it’s ideal if his feet are bally clay; he crashed in the hollow of the park, trees down, as he soared in the vaguum of the phoenix, stones up; looks like a moultain boultter and sounds like a rude word; the mountain view, some lumin pale round a lamp of succar in boinyn water; three shots a puddy at up blup saddle; made up to Miss MacCormack Ni Lacarthy who made off with Darly Dermod, swank and swarthy; once diamond cut garnet now dammat cuts groany; you might find him at the Florence but watch our for him in Wynn’s Hotel; theer’s his bow and wheer’s his leaker and heer lays his bequiet hearse, deep; Swed Albiony, likeliest villain of the place; Hennery Canterel—Cockran, eggotisters, limitated; we take our tays and frees our fleas round sadurn’s mounted foot; built the Lund’s kirk and destroyed the church’s land; who guesse his title grabs his deeds; fletch and prities, fash and chaps; artful Juke of Wilysly; Hugglebelly’s Funniral; Kukkuk Kallikak; heard in camera and excruciated; boon when with benches billeted, bann if buckshotbackshattered; heavengendered, chaosfoedted, earthborn; his father presumptively ploughed it deep on overtime and his mother as all evince must have travailled her fair share; a footprinse on the Megacene, hetman unwhorsed by Searingsand; honorary captain of the extemporised fire brigade, reported to be friendly with the police; the door is still open; the old stock collar is coming back; not forgetting the time you laughed at Elder Charterhouse’s duckwhite pants and the way you said the whole township can see his hairy legs; by stealth of a kersse her aulburntress abaft his nape she hung; when his kettle became a hearthsculdus our thorstyites set their lymphyamphyre; his yearletter concocted by masterhands of assays, his hallmark imposed by the standard of wrought plate; a pair of pectorals and a triplescreen to get a wind up; lights his pipe with a rosin tree and hires a towhorse to haul his shoes; cures slavey’s scurvy, breaks barons boils; called to sell polosh and was found later in a bedroom; has his seat of justice, his house of mercy, his com o’copious and his stacks a’rye; prospector, he had a rooksacht, retrospector, he holds the holpenstake; won the freedom of new yoke for the minds of jugoslaves; acts active, peddles in passivism and is a gorgon of selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his illformation over a larmsworth of salt; half heard the single maiden speech La Belle spun to her Grand Mount and wholed a lifetime by his ain fireside, wondering was it hebrew set to himmeltones or the quicksilversong of qwaternions; his troubles may be over but his doubles have still to come; the lobster pot that crabbed our keel, the garden pet that spoiled our squeezed peas; he stands in a lovely park, sea is not far, importunate towns of X, Y and Z are easily over reached; is an excrescence to civilised humanity and but a wart on Europe; wanamade singsigns to soundsense an yit he wanna git all his flesch nuemaid motts truly prural and plusible; has excisively large rings and is uncustomarily perfumed; lusteth ath he listeth the cleah whithpeh of a themise; is a prince of the fingallian in a hiberniad of hoolies; has a hodge to wherry him and a frenchy to curry him and a brabanson for his beeter and a fritz at his switch; was waylaid of a parker and beschotten by a buckeley; kicks lintils when he’s cuppy and casts Jacob’s arroroots, dime after dime, to poor waifstrays on the perish; reads the charms of H. C. Endersen all the weaks of his evenin and the crimes of Ivaun the Taurrible every strongday morn; soaps you soft to your face and slaps himself when he’s badend; owns the bulgiest bungbarrel that ever was tiptapped in the privace of the Mullingar Inn; was bom with a nuasilver tongue in his mouth and went round the coast of Iron with his lift hand to the scene; raised but two fingers and yet smelt it would day; for whom it is easier to found a see in Ebblannah than for I or you to find a dubbeltye in Dampsterdamp; to live with whom is a lifemayor and to know whom a liberal education; was dipped in Hoily Olives and chrysmed in Scent Otooles; hears cricket on the earth but annoys the life out of predikants; still turns the durc’s ear of Darius to the now thoroughly infurioted one of God; made Man with juts that jerk and minted money mong maney; likes a six acup pudding when he’s come whome sweetwhome; has come through all the eras of livsadventure from moonshine and shampaying down to clouts and pottled porter; woollem the farsed, hahnreich the althe, charge the sackend, writchad the thord; if a mandrake shricked to convultures at last surviving his birth the weibduck will wail bitternly over the rotter’s resurrection; loses weight in the moon night but gird girder by the sundawn; with one touch of nature set a veiled world agrin and went within a sheet of tissuepaper of the option of three gaols; who could see at one blick a saumon taken with a lance, hunters pursuing a doe, a swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe lifting a host; faced flappery like old King Cnut and turned his back like Cincinnatus; is a farfar and morefar and a hoar father Nakedbucker in villas old as new; squats aquart and cracks aquaint when it’s flaggin in town and on haven; blows whiskery around his summit but stehts stout upon his footles; stutters fore he falls and goes mad entirely when he’s waked; is Timb to the pearly mom and Tomb to the mourning night; and an he had the best bunbaked bricks in bould Babylon for his pitching plays he’d be lost for the want of his wan wubblin wall?

Answer: Finn MacCool!

#i was sorely tempted to not put this under a read more and just make this a straight-up post #also there may be typos in there. i spotted one and fixed it but that was by chance.#i love james joyce #and i love very dry absurd humour

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professor-maka · 5 years

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#14 pls! :D “I come to the library every day to ‘study’ but really I’m just watching Netflix over your shoulder and I’m really invested in this series and the day we’re supposed to be watching the season finale you’re not there and I??? Feel personally betrayed??”

Ask and you shall receive. ❤️ I hope you like!

Thanks to @sahdah and @macabremermaid for the eyes.

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“HBO and Chill”

She can’t afford HBO, not making her own way through school, so Maka had never really worried what shows it airs. Why pine for what you can’t afford?

But then, he’d changed all that, the white haired kid who goes to the library to study every Sunday night, like clockwork. Sometimes he comes at 6, and sometimes he rolls in at 8,but he’s always there, just like her. But unlike her, he always takes a break to stream on his laptop.

The first night, Maka had been pissed—sure it isn’t a quiet study floor, but who streams in thelibrary without headphones? She’d been fuming but also curious. Game of Thrones? She’d read the books—had wished she could watch the series—but alas!

Fuming gave way to interest, and instead of confronting him like she thought about during the first 15 minutes, Maka had found herself watching over his shoulder as hequeued up two more episodes that night, and, reading abandoned for the evening, she found herself wondering when the hell she was going to get to watch more.

Maka had been damn near lowering herself to ask her shithead papa for the gift of HBO, sulking in the library as she did her reading and itched for more in the saga of Starks andLannisters, when her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of someone moving in to occupy the table in front of hers, the same table she claims every Sunday. She nearly gasped when she realized it was him again, the white hairedboy from the previous Sunday, the one with HBO, the same one she’d seen around campus and in the back of a few of her classes, silent as as stone.

Maybe he’d watch again, she thought. She hoped. Although, Maka reminded herself, he’d surely be ahead by now and she has always hated skipping episodes. Disappointment hadflooded her as she poked her nose back into her book and there was nothing but yawning quiet, the scratch of her pen, the click of his keys. And then, she heard it. The theme song! And it was… the next episode!

She barely pretended to read that time as he watched three more episodes straight.

That had been months ago, early in the semester, and now, the semester is nearly at an end and so is the series and she can’t wait! Because by some miracle, he clearly only watches at the library on Sunday nights, right when she’s there to see it, and Maka has become invested.

The finale is tonightand she isn’t even pretending to study, she’s so wound. She needs to know what happens. The show has far outpaced the books and waiting is torture,but Maka knows he’ll be here by 9 to livestream like he has been for weeks.Well, maybe she should at least make a stab at studying. Sure she’s got As sofar in her classes, but finals still matter.

Nine o’clock hits and he’s not there. He’s never not there, not all semester, so where is he?

Ten PM hits and she’s inthe first stage of grief, mourning the loss of her livestream. But surely he’llshow and stream, even if it’s a little late. Eleven hits and with it comes the anger. Why now? Why tonight? How dare he string her along through 8 seasons only to deny her the finale!

Fists clenched, Maka makes a decision. Maybe not the most rational decision, but she’s more than a little desperate. Apparently, laptop boy is friends with Blake—she knows because she’d seen them playing one on one together as she passed the courts afew times—so she can find out where he lives or his number or something and—and—

Well, she doesn’t know, but desperate times, desperate, desperate times.

Clicking Blake’s speed dial on her cell, Maka rolls her eyes at his answers of, “Yo, this is your godspeaking, whatcha want?” That being a god brother makes him her actual god ishis personal joke; only he finds it funny.

“I need—a favor.” She sounds more sheepish than she means to, feels silly, almost hangs up, but—

“Sure, shoot, anything for my favorite minion.”

“Uh, so, eh—“ she stammers through his guffaw at her inability to spit it the fuck outalready. But she’s Maka Albarn and if she’s anything, she’s brave, so she pushes on. “That, uh, weird kid with the white hair you play basketball with—“

“Who, Eater? What, you got a thing for him or—“

“Nooo, he just—wait, his name is Eater?”

The guffaw is louder this time. “Nah, not his name name, it’s just what I like to call my newest minion, keep up.”

“And I thought BlackStar was bad,” she mutters, face flaming. Eater. Knowing Blake, she tells herself she doesn’t want to know.

“Yeah, whatever, anyway, Maks, what do you want with my boy Soul? Never pegged you for being into the emo type but, like, no judgement.”

Well, Soul isn’t so bad a name. She finds she likes it. Much better than Eater, anyway.

“I’m not into anyone.” She manages not to snap even if she’s seething in mortification. “He—uh—forgot something at the library and I wanted to try to get ahold of him to—“

“Yeah, yeah, alright,I’ll text you his contact, gotta go, they set up the beer pong table, laterloser.”

Black Star will be BlackStar. At least he texts her the contact, and of course it’s under Eater. Figures, but whatever, she just needs to find out why the hell he ditched her.

She’s already pressed to call and let it ring several times when she realizes all at once she has absolutely zero business bothering him. Because, sure, he’d strung her along like a kitten with a string, laying out all 8 seasons before her like a buffet of medieval shenanigans, but it’s not like he’d done it on purpose.

The end call button gets pushed so fast it might have been the key to stopping the apocalypse. Really, it sort of is. Maka drops her phone on the table like a hot potato and lets the shame wash over her—how could she let sensationalized, bawdy medieval television get such a grip on her?

Her phone vibrates and she scoops it up, craving a distraction from her own silliness.

uh do i no u —the text reads.

No, he certainly doesn’t. Maka has no idea what to do but she can’t not answer, it would be rude, so she types back:

Not really. Blake gaveme your number.

ummm okay why — he responds after a pause.

Why? She can’t exactly tell the truth but she doesn’t like lying, either.

I was worried when you didn’t show up at the library. You’re always there on Sundays at the table infront of mine. Sorry.

It’s the truth, just not all of it. Because she does feel like they’ve bonded over Game ofThrones watching it together every week, and she’s overheard phone calls with his parents and his brother and she’s gotten to know quite a lot about him. Gods, she feels like a stalker, but— but—! He’d invaded her library time, not the other way around! And he’s the one who breaks rules to talk on his cell—he’s lucky she hasn’t reported him! And—

The vibration startles her out of her spiral.

maka shit im sorry im sick running 104 was gonna go set my alarm but slept thru its the finale im sorry gimme a sec ill b there

What. The hell.

He knows her name? And that she’s been watching? And—he’s sick—and—

Don’t you move! 104 is dangerous where do you live? I’ll be right there.

Even as she thoughtlessly hits send she regrets it because what is she doing? He’s going to block her or ignore her or tell her to fuck off, or what if he’s theone who’s actually a stalker—

Vibration. It’s an address, for an apartment complex next to campus.

Be right there. Her fingers send it out before she can even think—he knows her name, he sent her his address, maybe he’s a stalker serial killer?

But she’d called him. Also like a stalker. So it makes no sense and what even is she doing with her life?

For about half a second, Maka considers blocking his number and going home, never to enter the library on a Sunday night again. But he’s running a 104 fever; he might need help!And—she’s not a coward and she’s fully capable of kicking ass if she must. AND—the Game of Thrones finale is at his beck and call.

That’s the clincher, so she packs her things and makes her way across campus. It’s nearly midnight, so Maka keeps to well lit walks, and it isn’t long before she’s at his door. She knocks and hears coughing and shuffling and then he’s opening the door, looking bedraggled in plaid pajama pants and a ratty band tee, dark smudges under his eyes, his pale hair sticking up every which way. Well, the last part isn’t sofar off from his normal, anyway, but he looks sort of pathetic with his fuzzy blue blanket over his shoulders. Endearingly so.

“Uh, so,” she says, fidgeting with the strap of her bag on her shoulder and looking at his mouth to avoid his eyes.

“You can—uh—come in.” He sounds nervous even past the unusual scratchiness of his voice, but steps back, so she steps in. He closes the door behind her and she notices he’s got a nest of blankets on his big leather couch. She’s pretty sure she can hear an episode of Chopped somewhere in the background.

“Lay down.” Maka finally takes charge, tired of them both standing so awkwardly. “You have tea?”.

He just blinks at her for a minute, shakes his head, then looks between the couch and the kitchen. “Uh, sure, I can make—“

“Nooo!” she cuts himoff. “For you. I’ll make it.”

“Maka, you don’t have to—“ it’s the first time she’s ever heard him say her name and it startles her, especially because she sort of likes it.

“I know, but I want to.Help, I mean. So lay down.” She doesn’t give him the chance to protest, just walks into his kitchen and begins opening cabinets.

“Furthest cabinet on the left,” she hears his voice call out from the living room. “Cups in the dishwasher.”

She finds the tea (loose leaf! She doesn’t expect that!) and cups and sets the electric kettle on the counter below the tea cabinet to boil.

Several minutes later,she’s got two steaming cups of green tea with an herbal blend, and she walks them out to the living room. Soul has neatened the couch and is sitting up, leaving room on the other side. His eyes are closed and he’s snoring softly. Poor boy looks pathetic, flushed and droopy. Maka sets down a tea cup on the coffee table in front of him, sets the second on the other side, and sits across from him on the couch. She means to let him rest but it’s so awkwardsitting with a sleeping not quite stranger that she clears her throat nervously.

Startling awake, he looks at her, blinks, then seems to recall the situation,

“Uh. So. Wanna watch the finale?”

It’s at least half of why she’s here, so she nods, still feeling awkward and out of place, yet absolutely determined.

They end up commenting to each other through the episode and it’s nice. Why haven’t they ever watched it together like this? Not just Maka spying and pretending not to, but actually just—together? She could have asked and sat with him but she’s been silly.

It’s a regret, but as the episode ends, they’re both too full of feelings and ideas for it to last, and they talk about the finale and the series for a good hour before she stifles a yawn and he lets out a huge sneeze and she remembers who he is and where they are.

“So um—thanks for letting me come watch.” She’s fidgeting again, this time with the hem of her hoodie.

“‘’Course. Thanks for giving a shit and taking care of me.” His smile is wide and genuine and she could maybe melt which is—silly for a lot of reasons, really—but she also remembers—

“How do you know my name?” she blurts.

“Uh.” A nervous hand musses his hair further. “We’ve had like four classes together and you—sort of stand out.”

He’s already pink with fever but his skin goes red and—is he blushing? She blushes back at the thought.

“Oh, yeah, okay, I just—uh—didn’t realize you noticed me or anything, especially at the library.”

Gods this is embarrassing.

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” his voice is gruff as he looks at his hands.

“But—“ she stammers. “Then why didn’t you just ask me to watch with you if you knew?”

“Thought you’d say no.” His eyes are still down though they flick her way for an instant.

Would she have?

Maybe. In the wrong mood. She can be stubborn, she knows. But still.

“Well, since I’m here, you were wrong.”

“Yeah, I caught that. Guess it’s too late now, anyway. Show’s done.”

It is, isn’t it.

The thought of giving up her Sunday study tv night makes her inexplicably sad. Especially since she’s here during summer and knows he is, too, from one of his calls with his brother.

“You have Hulu?” Inspiration strikes.

“Er—Uh—yeah?” He looks confused.

“Because I don’t, and I’ve been dying to watch Hamdmaid’s Tale.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’d be—cool. We could start tonight—I mean—“

“Yeah, sounds good. You clearly shouldn’t be alone with that fever and I don’t have a final until Tuesday!”

“Cool,” he repeats, calling up the Hulu menu on the television.

For her part, Maka can’thelp a slight satisfaction at having made a new friend who can afford to stream.

#ProMa writes #soma fic #soul eater fanfic #soul eater #soul x Maka

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emotionalcello-makefanfics · 5 years

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Until Then... (JayDami?Fanfic)

Summary :

There are near death moments in Jason's life where he put his last energy on his limbs to get back up and screamed, “Not today Satan!”, then suddenly he escaped death yet once again.

Not anymore.

This time it came painfully slow.

Warnings : slight description of panic attack.

Word Count : 6k

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Created based on these prompts/headcanon (If you know the original tumblr post plz tell me) : https://www.instagram.com/p/BuyZDfInfBg/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet

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He can’t breathe. The fact that he’s in a closed space of an old and decaying warehouse only makes it worse. Even so, the world doesn’t wait up on him. He’s in a position where he can’t stop running. His opponent doesn’t hold back. So, he uses his emergency tranquilizers. Shooting them up across the room until the men on his trails finally decrease.

He tried to calm himself, remembering the breathing practice all the Robins was taught by the big bat in case of panic attacks and trauma. He kicks the door open and runs away from the damp warehouse. The cold air feels nice in his lungs. It feels colder than usual, just a few hours ago the cold was bearable. Though his breathing already on an even pace, his head still spins, there's almost no energy left in his body. He feels tired.

He pulls his last bit of energy, to run and hide from the mob that’s chasing him. He almost blacked out mid running, his knees gave up and dips into the snow. He punches himself in the face, trying to get his adrenaline up.

A snap of awakening hits Jason, he’s moving again, and he get backs up running. He rushes to his safehouse, doing a physical check as thorough as he can. Despite feeling fine, his heartbeat is low. He feels cold even though the heater is already on for 30 minutes. Jason knows what might cause this, and it might not be just one. It might not be that one thing that Jason had fretted.

But Jason can’t leave it to chance.

This is a sign, this is time.

With gritted teeth and guilt,

Jason picks up a dusted plan.

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Jason has been away for a month now, and Damian knows his mission supposed to be done last week. Prolonged mission is common in their family business of vigilante, but it is worrying.

Damian didn’t doubt Jason’s skills to pull him out from whatever he’s dealing with, most of the time. Still, it can’t stop Damian from being restless, no matter how many bags he punched and how long he meditate. Titus has been tailing him all day, so is Alfred the cat, they know that Damian is worked up. They’re the only one who know it seems.

He wanted to call Jason. Damian is one of the privileged ones to have Jason’s phone number, along with Alfred. But Damian understands that it was for emergencies only, like panic attacks, or nightmares. Not to be used as something as petty as just checking up.

The options are that Damian uses the Batcomputer to find him, but his father would know, and Damian’s intention would be compromised. Damian has another base, Superson’s base, but even that computer is hacked by his father. The only option left for him is to convince himself that everything is fine.

Everything will be fine.

Jason will be back.

He has to.

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Entering three weeks and there’s no sign of Jason. Damian waits by the phone the entire time, he even took them on patrol this time. He slept with his phone in his hand. Yet nothing came in. Oftenly his phone would ring just from Jon pestering him.

It takes him a nightmare until he finally calls Jason, it’s always is. The dreading fear of his sickening realistic nightmare made his hand automatically dial the only contact saved in his phone. He just needs to hear his voice, Damian just needs to know.

“Damian? What’s up?” the familiar awaited deep voice resonates, sending waves of relief down to his body and soul. Damian breathes so hard that words can’t even come out.

“Breath Damian, follow me, in.” Jason guides, and Damian follows. He didn’t even realize he was hyperventilating. He thought the dizziness of his vision was because he quickly got up.

“You wanna tell me what happen?” Jason asked after a few breathing until Damian is calm.

“A nightmare.”

“Glad you called me, you wanna--”

“I didn’t dream of my death this time,” Damian cuts in, a few years ago he would rather jump off without a grappling hook than sound this needy, but he had learned to lean on Jason. In return that Jason would lean on him too. Yet Jason hasn’t come back without a word, and something just feels wrong.

“I dreamt of yours, Jason.”

There’s a pause on the other line, Jason didn’t make a single sound except for his slow and languid breathing.

“I was... anxious, that you haven’t returned.” Damian bites his lips, even after all these years, talking about his feelings is a thorn on the tongue. “Are you well?”

“Yes, I’m fine, I’m still here... I... shit, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you when I’m late next time.” His voice lack in pity, just genuine worry. His voice is deep with a hint of gruff, it made Damian feels safe and not judged. That voice will not hide true intentions, or even cover the words spoken with sweet lies.

“Are you really fine? Don’t lie to me, Jason.”

“I’m okay, Damian... Look, I’ll get things done here, and I’ll drop by in.... a week from now, sound good?”

“Yes, that’ll be good. If you’re still unable to attend, I would understand, but...” Damian gulped, he really doesn’t like sounding needy, or clingy. Jason isn’t his, yet. “Please tell me.”

“I will, pinky promise.” Jason sang, and Damian holds back an amused chuckle at the playful tone. “So, wanna talk? Or do you want me to talk?”

“Yes for the latter, I have Alfred here wide awake after hearing your voice.”

“God I miss that cat. So, I just tried one of the recipes you told me about...” then Jason went on a ramble about absolutely unimportant and blissfully irrelevant topics.

Damian just leans into the phone, listening to Jason talk while occasionally replying him with single passive words to let him know Damian is still listening.

The way he talks, the way he laughs, it’s definitely Jason. He’s alive and well. It was just a dream. The dreading fear died down, with Jason’s voice in his ear, ever lovingly soothe him, Damian falls right back to sleep.

++++++++++

It felt like he’s dying but he did it. Jason finally did it. He didn’t get to rejoice for his success because right now, there’s a very angry bat tailing him with intent to kill. It’s pathetic how Jason is already winded after 30 minutes parkour through the roof and run between the alleys. The slash on his leg also didn’t help.

It feels like old times, Batman chasing him like he wanted to kill him. Takes him back when he shot Penguin in the face. Jason bet if Bruce caught him, he’ll get beat down for sure, and Jason wasn’t sure if he could survive that. Bruce would be unaware how much his jabs did to Jason, unconcerned until it’s too late. It could be Jason’s end. An ultimate revenge against Batman, to hold his dead robin again. Unfortunately, Jason still loves him enough to not just stop and let it happen.

His legs burns, his chest is clenching down on his lungs and it’s hard to breathe. He reached the end of his rope when he landed on the rooftop on his knees and not being able to get up. Batman landed on top of him, the collar of his leather jacket clenched tight by a gloved fist. With an angry gritted teeth, Batman raised a fist. His helmet shattered a few blocks away, the only thing that protects his face from Batman’s armor enforced fist is this flimsy domino mask. This one is going to hurt like hell.

A punch didn’t get to land when a flash of red green and yellow knock him back. Jason lands on his ass, and standing between him and Bat, is Robin.

“Father, for once in your life, just stay there and listen to me before you make a grave mistake.” Damian hissed, fist clenched tightly.

“You know I don’t tolerate this behavior, this is the final straw, I need to lock him up.” Batman didn’t raise his voice, but man was he angry.

“No.”

“You don’t have any say in this.”

Before Batman can step any further, Orphan swoops in, punching Batman under the jaw and he drops on the same level as Jason, completely out, just like that. Jason doesn’t know what the fuck is going on, but he’s really glad that happened.

“Thank you Orphan.” Damian nods, before finally turning around to face Jason. There’s a frown on his half face.

Orphan kneels beside him, giving him a hug out of nowhere. She goes as far as kissing him on the cheek and gave him a deep stare before picking Batman up and leave.

“Let’s get you away from here.” Damian leans down, Jason’s arm around his smaler and slender shoulder. Despite being way heavier than Damian, he’s being picked up pretty effortlessly, Jason doesn’t know what to feel about this.

Jason is beginning to think he has a concussion. He didn’t remember being carried to his safe house, or stripping his top, or stitching his wounds. When he woke up, it’s already noon and he’s covered in a blanket, laying on his bed. He didn’t remember doing anything that made him in this half-naked but very comfortable state. So, the only one he could accuse is the teenager sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at him silently with arms crossed on his chest.

Damian just sits there as he waits for Jason to gather his consciousness. He’s dressed in Jason’s hoodie and pants, one that he always wears whenever he’s staying over. Jason felt like his head in pounding against his skull, and at times like this, he’s grateful of Damian’s patient silence. He had grown a lot, back then Damian would demand what happen immediately. Though he knew even right now, Damian is fuming.

“Aspirin on your left.” Is Damian’s first word of the day, bless him.

“Thanks,” Jason nods, two pills already by the nightstand and a glass of water, he downed them in a less swift move.

Again, Damian waits patiently until Jason feels better. The cold stare turned into a thoughtful frown.

“What are you thinking?” Jason asked.

“Are you sure you want to hear it now?”

The pain in his head already reduced, and he’s fully awake. No better time than now. Jason nods.

“Don’t do it.” Damian’s voice as soft as a whisper, induced in loud and clear anger. “I will resent you wholly if you did.” Then Damian glares.

It was not what Jason had expected. Jason sigs, he props himself to sit up and lay his back against the headboard. He pats the space beside him, and Damian scoots so he can sits closer to Jason.

Jason sighs once again, bracing himself for the topic.

“What do you think was I about to do?”

“You’re giving up. Now that you’ve reached your goals, and you finally believe that your nightmares are dreams, not reality. It feels like an abundant wave of relief and you just let go. You forgot I used to kill too Jason.” Damian looks a little winded, there's a fire in his eyes as he spits each word.

This isn’t what he expected of Damian, but he was right, partially.

“Do you remember when I said that I’m living on borrowed time?”

Damian’s eyes blown wide. That sure don’t take long. He’s not enjoying what unfolds in front of him though. Even after years getting closer to Damian, even after consoling each other nightmares upon nightmares, he had never seen Damian this torn apart. Lips trembling as the glistening green jades hide beneath tightly shut lids.

Damian shook his head, “Still, you must not give up, there has to be a way to...” then he stops himself. Taking one deep breath before finally sighing and opens his eyes. Showing a calmer expression, but his lips pressed tight as if trying to keep something inside.

“Have you looked for... a solution? A cure?” The tone is flat but the words comes out of desperation, while Jason had made peace with it, he can’t say the same when he sees Damian like this.

“There’re none, you know that.”

Damian gulps, “I’ve predicted this, though I’m not sure, I had hoped that you’ll just live. I thought you would be eternal, since Grandfather seems so.”

Jason had thought of that too and was horrified by that, but now it seems the effect runs out on him a little faster than predicted. Whether it’s a blessing or not, the result is still the same. Jason picks death 10 times over eternal.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve made peace with it Dami, so--”

“But I haven’t made peace with it. I’m scared, fuck sake Todd, don’t you know that some people care about your life?” Damian admits, and Jason is once again speechless.

No, Jason doesn’t know, but for the sake of his life, he won’t tell the angry Damian that.

Damian glared down on his lap, his breath shortens. A low sob escaped before he shut his mouth and eyelids tight. Without a sound, tears fall down his face. The boy is not a crier, anyone be damned if they see him with any other expression but expressionless, or brood, or occasionally a smile when you caught him with his pets. But tears? Jason has seen a lot of.

The difference is, these tears are for Jason, not the nightmares. Jason doesn’t know what to feel about that.

What could Jason do at this point? He can’t do anything but hold Damian’s hand through it. He wishes he can make things better, but his time is his time, and frankly, it’s not a bad reason to go.

“If only I had known, I would’ve helped.” Damian’s voice filled with regret.

Jason shakes his head, “there’s nothing to--”

“I meant help you killing the Joker, I would’ve helped you obtain your life goal if I knew it would be your last.”

And damn Damian meant it. His jade eyes almost like they’re lit on fire because of daylight, yet still glisten by the leftover tears.

“No, I have to do that alone, and If you help me, your dad’s gonna be mad, you guys been chummy finally. And don’t think that this is my last heist, I’m still going to go back in action,” Jason tried to sound playful.

Damian sighs, wiping away his tears.

“I disagree, but I expect nothing less from you.” The teen chuckles, finally smiling.

“Damn right.”

“But I demand to be informed every time you’re in Gotham. You also can’t reject my help when I choose to assist you.”

Yeah... this is Jason least favorite part. Making people worry and have to check in with everyone. Maybe not everyone, just Damian, and Jason doesn’t mind that too much.

“I won’t tell anyone, but I think Cain already know,” Damian informed after seeing the look on Jason’s face.

“Cass knows everything, that’s inevitable.... speaking of everyone, where is everyone? Not that I don’t like being just with you, but this is out of character of them.”

“Oh, they were all here. The last of them were just out 3 hours ago. Don’t worry, I destroy all the bugs they left.”

Jason pressed his eyelids shut, cringing, gradually gaining a headache. As quiet as it is now, he’s gonna deal with everyone’s unwanted opinion about him killing Joker later.

“I wouldn’t have cared,” Damian stated out of nowhere.

“About what?”

“If they disagree with me assisting you in killing Joker. You’re... more important than them.” Damian looks down, pink dusted on his face. Cute as it seems, Jason appreciates the sincerity of his tone more. It’s still hard to live down how much his well being affects Damian, and how the teen really cares for him. It’s a weight, but a nice one, like a big doberman that sits on you out of love.

“You would’ve cared, they’re family, don’t be such a stubborn ass.” Jason chuckled, ruffling Damian’s silky satin black hair.

Damian grabs his hand, “Maybe you’re the one underestimating my feelings for you.”

Oh shit. Damian finally said it. Jason had braced himself for this the moment he realized what Damian’s curious side glances meant. After two years of the tension, he’s still not ready.

“Now, Damian...” Jason lifts his hand defensively, trying to calm the eager teenager.

“No.” Damian knit his eyebrows, in a flash his face leans close with his hands' roots firmly on either side of Jason’s face. They feel each other’s breath, Damian still has his eyes nailed to Jason’s, while Jason is too dumbfounded to look away.

“I had wanted to wait until I’m a legal age so you won't restrain, but now the circumstances have changed, and I’m not waiting.” Damian gets dangerously close, yet not as stoic as Jason had thought.

There’s hesitation there, shyness. Damian is being painfully cute, and for once he looked like a 17-year-old boy. Jason can’t really lean away. First, because he was trapped. Second, how can he say no to that face?

Their lips almost brushed, but Damian pulls away and lands his lips on the roots of Jason’s hairline instead. The gentle touch sends earthquakes to Jason’s chest, catching his breath for a second.

“I will be making my advances from now on, be ready for me Jason,” Damian smirked. Jason didn’t think it was possible. There's hunger in Damian’s eyes that intimidates the living hell out of Jason.

One thing Damian predicts wrong, is that he thinks Jason would resist. Bring it on.

+++++++

Damian didn’t give up. So, here he is halfway across the world, by the helicopter rooftop in Dubai with his mother.

“I never would’ve thought you wanted to see me again, not after you killed half of my men trying to take you back.”

“You’re misinformed, I didn’t want to be forcefully dipped into that pit of madness, I would like to keep my sanity.”

“My child, as foolish as ever, when I’m being so generous to give you power and infinity.”

“The Lazarus pit didn’t give you eternal life.”

His mother curled up her red painted lips into a knowing smirk.

“This is about that man, isn’t it? The dead Robin, is he dying?”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“You’re asking me for a way to fix him.”

Hands clenched and gritted teeth. His mother steps closer, the sound of her heels is probing through his skull

“You love him.”

“If you have no offer to give me I suggest you quit wasting my time before I kill the other half of your men and then you.” Damian hissed. Stepping forward to tower over his mother. Years without seeing her, and when he does, he already gains inches over her.

Damian is proud of his genes, not as filled in as Jason like he wanted to, but he finally gains his heights.

“My poor child.” Talia sighed, ghosting her hand over Damian’s face, before placing it at his jaw. Eyes just as cold even though her voice tenderly moans.

“I would love to bind you to be by my side, to save your loved ones, and excellent choice of lover. You’re my son after all.”

“Mother,” Damian warns, he is running out of patience.

“The only way is to put him back to Lazarus Pit, gain him more years from his impending death, and I would allow it of course, for a price.”

Damian didn’t even look like he’s considering it.

+++++++++

They didn’t really know when Jason’s end date really is, but they have established that Jason wanted everything to just go normally. But Jason is getting weaker even though blissfully slow. Jason knows this makes Damian restless, but he compromises it by making really bold advances. If Jason had drunk one more shot the other night, Damian might have succeeded in stripping him naked and touch him all over. Though the next day, after some talk and argument, Jason let Damian do just that.

Dealing with every bat after killing Joker has been painful, and annoying because they keep insisting like they know everything. They still didn’t know about Jason’s condition, and hopefully, it stays that way.

It’s getting hard to see everyone eye to eye after Jason had touched Damian, but it’s actually more like Damian that has touched him. The teen was eager to please, and Jason was starstruck. He didn’t know how Damian learn the things he does.

Then it got even bolder.

Some of the bats were patrolling near Jason’s location. Red hood is tailing a drug lord by the docks. Jason took off his helmet as he stakes out. Nightwing, Orphan and Spoiler had dropped by to assist since it’s a pretty big bust. They were talking over how to make the bust as neat as possible and Robin rings to his com.

“Hood, I’m in the area, do you need my help?”

“Got 3 of the bats here already Robin, it’s cool.”

A flash of green red and yellow landed beside him, “You sure?” Robin said again, now eye to eye.

“I’m sure kid, go on, the rest of Gotham needs you.” Jason nods to the faraway city.

Damian didn’t reply immediately. Jason knows if Damian insists on assisting, he can’t say no. He promised that to Damian, and Jason wouldn’t mind. The more the merrier.

“I see.” Then Damian clenched Jason’s jacket, pulled him closer and kisses him deeply. Jason froze in place, he stops his hand before instinctively hold on to Damian’s waist.

“I’ll be dropping over tonight,” he said before he grapples away.

Jason froze. So does Dick, Cass, and Steph who definitely sees that the teen just kissed him on the fucking mouth, which means everyone’s gonna know. Fuck. Dick already had his jaw hanging, Cass doesn't seem surprised, which is unsurprising.

“Bruce’s gonna come at you tonight just so you know,” Steph stating the obvious.

“I bet, but he’s not just gonna deal with me.”

++++++++++

Damian just had a fight with his Father. He had predicted this the moment he kissed Jason in front of them. Damian had wished nothing of his father’s blessing, he knew he would never have them. It didn’t matter anyway because Jason will...

By then Jason will already...

“Hey Baby bat, nasty frown you got there, what’s up?”

As he promised, Damian is in Jason’s safe house, and in Jason’s clothes. When Jason finally arrived from his mission, the swirling dread of impending doom is still there. Damian is afraid of regrets, afraid of things he didn’t get to do.

“Will you go on a date with me?” Damian blurts out

Jason visibly froze mid pouring hot water for his tea.

“Uh, sure? The Carnaval still in town, wanna go now?”

“No, I will plan on our date, tomorrow will be good.”

Jason raises an eyebrow, must’ve sensed that Damian is thinking about something. Not every day that the teen has impulsive plans. They're supposed to chill today, Jason’s about to educate him about Parks and Rec, and maybe cuddle to sleep. Damian hates that he has to miss that tonight.

“As much as I like going on a date, that’s not why you’re frowning is it?”

“It is. I was horrified after I realized I haven’t taken you to some mandatory courting.”

“Courting huh? Feeling like a blushing bride already.” He sits across Damian on the dining table, smiling warmly as his body relaxes in Damian’s presence, as it should be forever.

“You don’t mind? I do remember you don’t like a mundane romantic getaway.”

Jason just shrugs. “For image sake, lately I’ve been letting myself liking things I do like, as ridiculous is it is.”

“As for it should be beloved.”

Jason chocked on his tea, “what did you say?”

“You hear me,” Damian leaned in to kiss Jason’s earl grey flavored lips. Chapped but warm, fragrant to the taste.

“I’m sorry to say that I’ll be taking my leave tonight, I have to plan our date tomorrow.”

Before Jason could stop him, Damian already flew out the window with Jason’s clothes still on him. This might be or might not be Damian’s attempt to steal Jason’s clothes, one sleep over at a time.

++++++++++++++

“Where are you going this early in the day Master Damian?”

Early in the Wayne Manor is before brunch. Everyone won't wake up before that because of the nightlife. That’s why Damian is right now, taking the bread pudding he made earlier today to impress Jason and step one of courting.

He’s not worried about Alfred holding him back, it’s the others. He knows they have opinions on him dating Jason.

“Going on a date with Jason today, I made this bread pudding for him yesterday, what do you think?”

Alfred gave it a thorough check, “it looks rather nice, probably will be nicer to eat if warm.”

“Thank you Alfred, I’ll get going.”

“Before you leave, I’d like to inform you that we’re having a family dinner next week.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Me.”

Fair enough. If Alfred didn’t make demands on family dinners, none of them would meet each other at all, not on non-vigilante related purposes at least. And no one can reject Alfred on his indulgent family dinners, not even Damian.

“I also want you to ask Jason to come, he was absent for a few months and I’m not taking another no for an answer.”

Damian knows exactly why Jason doesn’t want to come, and he still thinks Jason doesn’t want to.

“I’ll tell him but I can’t guarantee...”

Alfred put a hand on his shoulder, eyes soften knowingly, “Please.”

Shock would be an understatement, but if Alfred knew, then his father must’ve too. That explains why his father hasn’t barged into the two of them.

“Since when?” Damian asked.

“Since the two of you fought, and he talked to Talia.”

“Who else knew?”

“None that I knew of.”

Damian just smiled, now conflicted. It’s only fair for Alfred to meet one of his children, he must’ve missed Jason too. He wonders if his father shares the same sentiment.

“If father knew I met mother, does it means he’s looking for a cure too?”

Alfred didn’t reply to that.

“Or he’s leaving Jason to die, as punishment.”

“Master Damian, Master Bruce might have been a complicated man, but he loved his children, though it hardly shows. I can tell you that he’s just as devastated as you and me, and just as hopeless.”

Damian wished he can believe that. Years living with this family and Alfred, he knew the old butler has a soft spot for his father, protecting him like his own son. Damian could relate to that feeling. But that’s not the answer Damian had wanted.

“I’ll talk to Jason about dinner, thank you.”

++++++++++++++++++++

Damian went all out. Jason had been impressed by the bread pudding, accusing him that he stole it from Alfred. Then they teleported to France (Damian pulled some strings of his superhero friends.). They ate lunch there, anything that Jason wanted to see or eat. Then they teleported to London. Sightseeing all the places in Jason’s favorite book. The look of Jason’s starstruck eyes is the most precious thing Damian didn’t know he needed.

To think that the vigilante spent his years traveling around the world with the outlaws, but still has some places he missed along the way.

“Guess we stop trouble before they make it to the tourist spots,” or so the man said.

They only had a day, if only there aren’t more pressing matters catching up to them, Damian would’ve taken his sweet time to pamper Jason. Though the whole day made coming to Gotham’s Carnaval at the end of the day pretty basic, Jason still seems happy.

“Today’s been great, though I still can’t believe you made that bread pudding.”

“Really? We’ve teleported to France to eat lunch and that’s the one blowing your mind the most?” Damian scoffed.

Both of them looks away to the night sky as the Ferris wheel took them to the top.

“Yeah, because I know you didn’t like to cook, but you did anyway, for me.”

Damian only then realized what Jason had meant. Why he was so mind-blown, and why his face was smiling the whole time he eats a half pan of the pudding. He had been so stupid, what’s the use of teleporting dates to impress Jason? When what Jason had wanted has been clear.

He links his hands to Jason’s, leaning his head on Jason’s shoulder.

“I’ll do anything for you Jason, you must know that.”

“I know, I know today is for me. It’s a great date, really. I can’t thank you enough.” Jason leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Damian buries his face on the crook of his neck, feeling giddy at what he’s about to do.

They’re reaching the top of the Ferris wheel, and Damian pulls back a little. Looking at those blue-green eyes he adores, and those eyes look back at him lovingly. A surge of emotions filled him to the brim with confidence.

“I love you, Jason,” and he leans forward, placing his lips softly against Jason’s. Feeling his racing heartbeat after his confession, fear that Jason would pull back because of the same reason.

He didn’t. The Ferris wheel pauses, and Jason pulls him by the waist and kisses him deeper. Damian reached out to Jason’s neck, his slender fingers raking up to the back of Jason’s head, combing the hair there and pulls him even closer as he nibbled on his lips. His other hand is on Jason’s chest, feeling it beats as hard as Damian’s.

“A little something aren’t you Dami?” Jason said between kisses with amusement in his tone.

The Ferris wheel moves again, and they pull away before people on land can see them. They didn’t pull apart too far, not wanting to the warmth they just shared.

“I must admit, top of the Ferris wheel kisses didn’t add to the moment as I had anticipated.”

Jason burst out a breathless laugh, but still holding Damian’s shoulder. Though just kissing Jason feels good, he just thought being on the sky will make it something more. Like a dramatic confession, or something.

“What romantic comedy were you taking reference from?” Jason said between chuckle.

“None, Steph has told me about it, I’m so disappointed in her.” Damian huffed, folding his arms.

“I’m not surprised, don’t trust Steph on romantic getaways, besides, if we want to kiss on the sky, we can just grapple our way to the tallest building easily.”

“Hmmm, that’s a good idea.”

They looked at each other with a mischievous smile.

+++++++++++++++

“I should’ve known that you’d pick this building.” Damian dropped by the rooftop, seeing the Gargoyle statue looks away to the city below, “Though it’s nice to finally meet your childhood friend.”

“Yup, this is him, this is my favorite view.” Jason pat’s the Gargoyle’s head, looking where his friend is looking while Damian waits patiently.

Jason looks up, shooting his grapple hook to the absolute top of the building where a pole shoots to the dim sky. His other hand reaches out to Damian, waiting for the taking.

“What are you doing?” Damian questioned, but he still gives himself to Jason, holding onto his shoulder as Jason wraps his waist tightly.

“What do you mean? We’re kissing on the sky, hold on.” The hook retracted, and they shoot up to the top.

There’s barely any space to put their feet on, this part of the building in only there as decoration, a morbid and bland decoration. Damian slips from the narrow crook of the pole’s base, but he didn’t budge at all. He’s holding onto Jason just as firm as Jason holds on to him. He looks down, to the glittering lights of Gotham’s life in the night. Damian remembered his loathe of the ugly city and Jason’s nightmare in living here through his childhood, yet from up here, it’s beautiful, as most cities looked from afar.

Damian is still holding onto Jason, feet hanging in the air. Jason is the only one preventing from both of them falling to their deaths, but Damian feels safe and grounded. He doesn’t care for anything else in the world as long as he gets to stay here in his arms.

Damian smiles at the face right in front of him, eyes staring back at him filled with love and compassion, taking his breath away. Jason leans forward, warm breath ghosting over Damian’s face.

“I love you too Dami.”

Damian didn’t have the chance to process that because Jason kisses him right after. His chest filled to the brim when he felt Jason smiling under their kisses. Feet still in the air, hundreds of meters above the ground, they share their heated kisses hanging by a thread.

They’re kissing on the sky. And Jason loved him too.

+++++++++

Waking up with Jason in his arms has been his weekly occasion that he had anticipated greatly. The only difference now is that they’re skin to skin. Under the thick blanket, shielding the morning cold away, Jason’s body completely bare as well as Damian’s. The heat of last night remains, and Damian had never felt this content before.

He tucks Jason’s head to the crook of his neck, holding him protectively, yet he knew there are things Damian can’t protect him from. All he can do just cherish what he can.

Rubs on his back calmed him. Jason is awake, yet he says nothing, doesn’t move away as well. They cherish whatever this is together. Not wanting to let go all the same.

Damian shimmied down to Jason’s eye level. Seeing a tired face smile, and Damian combs away the white strands covering his perfect face. Leaving a peck on his lips then traveled down to the sexy curves of Jason’s neck. Hands going up and down Jason’s side, tracing the carving of Jason’s body. The muscles, and scars, all beautiful.

Jason left a breathy moan when Damian’s hand reached lower.

“Again.” Jason whimpers, and Damian obliges.

+++

Jason had reluctantly agreed, but once he’s here, he seems to be having fun. His face instantly lights up when he met Alfred. Damian and Jason arrived at Wayne Manor earlier than the others, and it was a good decision. Jason got his alone time with Alfred, catching up to where they left off, then everyone else came one by one as Jason warmed up to them when another came.

Jason didn’t even care that his father is here too. They barely talk, but they’re not fighting, that’s a win.

None of them mentioned about their relationship, which is odd, but Damian lets it go as long as they’re not being intrusive or annoying. Today is not about Damian, but Jason. He’s playing intensive scrabble with Tim while the rest either watch with the same intensity or playing Mario Kart.

Damian left for the kitchen to refill the pretzels and popcorns. When he slams the packets of corn kettle, he grudgingly sighed.

“I take it you wanted to share a piece of your mind,” Damian turns around, meeting the concerned face, “Dick.”

His oldest brother just smiles, as pretty as ever.

“I’m not here to judge, but you can’t blame me to have a hunch that... something is wrong.”

Damian looks away.

“Damian, is there something you’re hiding from us? What’s happening?”

Damian nibbled on his lips, it’s always harder to keep secrets from his favorite brother. “It’s not mine to tell.”

“Is it Jason’s?”

“Yes, but if you try to demand the truth out of him I will not hesitate to block you out of my life even though you are like my blood brother to me.”

Dick raises his arms defensively, chuckling nervously, “Alright alright I get it, but you still can’t blame me to worry.”

“So do I.” Damian sighed.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Dick looks at Damian with pure amusement.

“With all my soul.”

Dick visibly melt at his usually curt little brother’s confession.

“Thank you for bringing him here, contrary to his beliefs, we all do miss him, especially Cass, but she knew, didn’t she?”

“There’s no hiding from her.” Damian shrugged.

They paused.

“You know we would help, we would do anything.”

Damian wavers. He promised Jason that he’ll keep quiet, but if there’s even a pair of hand that can help, even if there’s the slightest chance...

“Anything?”

+++++++++++++

Sunday night. Jason didn’t feel like patrolling he said, and Damian sees that as an opportunity to spend the night with Jason. They play chess, cook a late night supper, and fell asleep in bed telling stories about their superhero friends' embarrassing stories.

Monday morning. Damian decided not to go to school when he wakes up with Jason. The air around them is as chaste as their first time making love. Damian didn’t want to let this feeling be over just yet, so he stayed. Jason just laughed and let him be in his safe house longer.

After breakfast, they lounge by the sofa. Damian puts on the news while Jason leans his head on Damian’s shoulder while reading a book. Damian leans his head on top of Jason’s, when not turning pages, the other hand is in Damian’s hand, locking together. With closed eyes, Damian breathes in the calming scent of Jason’s hair. He feels how Jason smiled on his shoulders and sighs happily once in a while. They stay there until noon comes.

Damian didn’t put his attention to the tv at all. It’s set on low for a white noise of their calm moment together. He combs the black and white hair of Jason when they get too low and a hindrance to his mesmerizing eyes.

Jason hums happily at the touch, and Damian lives for that noise.

“It’s noon, what do you want for lunch?” Jason looks up, a little bit fatigued he can’t hide from his eyes, they did sleep only so little last night.

“I don’t want you to cook, let’s just order something and stay on the sofa,” Damian mewled, leaning closer to Jason, desperate to find his body warmth that’s already faint.

“Okay.” Jason takes Damian’s face in his hands that rub slowly and cold to the touch, fresh out of the shower.

“I love you, Damian,” the intense compassion that shouts from Jason’s blue-green eyes made Damian wants to melt away. Damian holds back a desperate sob behind his throat.

“I love you too Jason, you must know that I love you with all my soul,” Damian confessed, he lays his heart bare open for Jason to see, it’s what his beloved deserves.

Jason only chuckles, “Then I’m one lucky guy.”

They lean to meet their lips together, a chaste kiss. Damian holds onto Jason’s body like holding for his dear life as Jason cradles his face gently like fine china.

Jason slips away into Damian’s arm, who caught the bulky body in his embrace. He laid there with one last sigh over Damian’s lips before his body finally gives up completely onto Damian’s awaiting hold. There’s no warmth in the body Damian holds, no pulse beats against his skin.

Tucking Jason’s head to his shoulder, Damian buries his face on Jason’s hair and let his tears fall to the top of Jason’s head. There’re two bodies in the room but Damian is alone, no one to hear his mournful wails and sobs.

There is no cure, only destiny. Damian has looked for months but never found anything.

This is destiny, what’s it meant to be. What Jason had accepted, and what Damian must take.

And Damian is lucky enough to be here till the last of Jason’s life, in each other’s arms.

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A Prince and a Pirate’s Fate - Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven

Start at Chapter one here:https://shytalia.tumblr.com/post/611878754309079040/a-prince-and-a-pirates-fate-usuk-fanfic

Also available on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/shytalia

Only a mild warning for language in this chapter.

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After Peter was comfortably back in the ship, Arthur was quick to turn to Alfred with a grin.

“Well, well, you did better than expected today. You didn’t even need to use that dagger I gave you after all.” The Brit told him as the two of them stepped back onto the docks. The sky was dark now but the town was still alive with light and people shuffling through its veins never seemed to slow.

Alfred rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small laugh.

“I guess not.” He was glad no one recognized him while they were out, but now Arthur was looking at him expectantly. “What?”

“What do you mean what? I graciously offered you a night of freedom and you don’t seem too excited.” The captain responded, an air of curiosity around him. “In fact, you’re still following me even after I told you you can go enjoy yourself.” He enjoyed the way Alfred’s face warmed.

“Ah, I guess that’s true.” He replied but his pace never faltered from Arthur’s. “Still, I think I’d rather stick by you, if that’s alright, Cap.”

Arthur pondered at the request for a moment before answering with a shrug. “I don’t suppose it would hurt. You really are a strange one, you know?” Most people weren’t exactly clamoring at the chance to keep him company, after all. “Do what you want, I’m going to get some drinks in me.”

With that, Alfred followed Arthur into a scene that was almost familiar. It was a bar crowded with pirates and sinners to the brim. Somehow, the smaller man managed to squeeze his way to the bar and order himself some liquor. Alfred wasn’t too far behind him and leaned on the counter.

“Again, not going to order anything?” Arthur asked, bringing his own drink to his lips.

Alfred laughed lightly at that and shrugged. “You don’t give me coin, Cap. What am I supposed to pay with?” He was a servant, a prisoner, not a crew mate. He didn’t get paid and he had already recklessly given all his royal money to the fisherman who helped him catch Arthur’s ship.

Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a boisterous voice bellowing over the crowd.

“Oh, ho,ho look who it is! Could it be? The one and only Spadian bitch.” The voice cackled.

Alfred watched Arthur visibly slunk, his good mood instantly soured by hearing this loud voice.

“Shit.” He mumbled into his glass, quickly downing the rest of it. He was going to need it.

Alfred looked towards the source and saw a group of men shuffling towards them. The one yelling led them. He held a big grin on his face, but something about it felt off to Alfred. His blonde hair was spiked dramatically upwards and he had a black eye patch over his right eye. He looked somewhat familiar. Judging by the getup he was wearing, he assumed he was another wanted pirate captain.

Following behind him were two men.

One was impressively tall, he must nearly be the size of the Club’s King. But his face was stern and unmoving. The man beside him was much shorter and almost cute, in a way. His round face was curved into a gentle smile.

The one with the eyepatch strolled right up to Arthur, baring his teeth with a wolfish expression. “It is you, Captain Kirkland! How delicious.”

“Mathias.” Arthur growled, glaring into his now empty glass. His knuckles a warning shade of white as he gripped it so hard Alfred feared he would break it in his very grasp.

This ‘Mathias’ didn’t look deterred at all by the Brit’s caution as he continued. “You haven’t gone running to the castle doors yet to get fucked silly by your new, royal plaything?” he asked boldly, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “I’m shocked. You could have it so easy, sitting on your ass all day just for having a pretty mark on your back. Then again, he probably wouldn’t even want to see it, would he? He’d probably be too disgusted thinking about how many men have already--”

Arthur shifted in his seat, swiveling towards Mathias with his brows cast down in fury. But before he could strangle the other blonde, he was beaten to it as a swift hand reached out and grabbed the Dane instead.

Alfred, for all his silence, was fuming. His normally tanned face was reddened by his anger and his teeth gritted together in an enraged scowl. “Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, half blocking Arthur from view as he pushed the other pirate backwards and away from him. His fist was interwoven with the fabric of Mathias’s shirt, forcing his back against the hard counter of the bar, threatening to hold him down while he beat into him if he uttered another word. “Who the hell are you to talk to Arthur like that?”

“Arthur?” Mathias seemed unaffected by the dangerous position he was currently in, only curling his smile upward more. “You must be going soft, allowing your men to address you so informally. Maybe it really is time for you to retire.” He laughed, feeling the hand bundled in his shirt shake as a result.

Alfred was livid. He shook with the desire to knock this captain’s lights out right then and there. It only made his eye twitch in aggravation when the man in his grasp started to laugh loudly.

“Why the hell are you laughing so hard?” Alfred asked through gritted teeth.

The spiky haired pirate opened one of his eyes to look up at the blonde in front of him, his gaze dark and curious. “Why shouldn’t I be laughing? You look so serious and for what? To defend the Spade kingdom’s biggest whore? That’s all he is! A marriage arranged by The Goddess herself and yet he still can’t sit his ass down to marry the guy who can give him literally anything. He’d still prefer to run around and gorge himself on every sin imaginable. And here you stand defending him as if he were a saint?” A rough hand flew up and grabbed onto Alfred’s wrist, squeezing it so tightly it made his grip waver.

It was Mathias’s, and the grinning pirate used his other hand to pull Alfred even closer to his face. “Besides,” he whispered toothily. “If Arthur won’t go himself, that only means I can get the reward money when I beat his head in and drag his limp body to the castle myself.” He laughed again and Alfred couldn’t take the sound anymore.

“You fucker!” The prince raised his free fist to deliver a blow to Mathias’s face, but was stopped by large hands grabbing him from behind and ripping him off the other man. He was thrown to the floor, only to be shadowed by the tall pirate he saw before. “Get the hell out of my way!” He threatened. Maybe this wasn’t his wisest idea, after all, the more eyes on him meant the more chances he had to be recognized. But that fear was only a speck in the corner of his mind when this protective anger took hold of him.

He was about to make a lunge for the stoic blonde, before a different figure came up beside him and kicked him back to the ground.

“I’m really sorry about this. Can’t we all just relax?” It was the cute man this time, obviously remorseful about his part in this. Still, he was only defending his captain. His violet eyes were almost pleading. “Please don’t make us kill you.”

Alfred tried to recompose himself, having been forcefully thrown to the floor and then kicked in the chest made his body ache. He groaned as he rolled over, attempting to gather himself long enough to make it back on his feet. “Like hell you will.” He spat at the ground, too stubborn to just let these guys talk shit about Arthur and get away with it.

The young prince stumbled his way to his feet and faced the two blondes that were blocking Mathias from view. “Get out of my way,” he told them, only for neither of them to budge. “Fine.” He made fists with his hands once more and went to deck the taller man with a quick blow, but the smaller male was faster and landed a surprisingly strong punch to his stomach instead.

Alfred doubled over, holding his gut from the impact, but was acutely aware that the two forms were coming towards him now. He went to ready himself so he wouldn’t be caught off guard, but a different body stepped between them before he had the chance.

“Stop!” Arthur yelled the command, stepping between Alfred and his opponents with a quick swipe of his hand. It glowed a faint green color and the two stopped immediately, as if paralyzed.

It took a few moments for Alfred to register his thoughts and then he finally realized Arthur was using magic. He went to say something but the Brit’s face snapped back towards him, absolutely fuming. “Get the fuck out of here right now.” It was not a request.

“What? Arthur, I am not leaving you!”

Then, it hit him. It was swift and unexpected, Arthur’s fist connected to his cheek with just a simple turn of his heel.

“Alfred, as your captain, you will do as I tell you. Now go.”

Alfred held onto his cheek, swearing he tasted blood in his mouth from the impact. The glare Arthur was giving him told him that the Brit would not hesitate to do it again if he was denied. Still, Alfred was not keen on leaving and wanted to stay. How was he supposed to just up and walk away and leave Arthur here to fight these guys?

“I will be right behind you.”

The prince blinked, noticing the way Arthur’s eyes betrayed a hint of sadness. But they also held truth, and it bid him to listen.

Slowly, Alfred straightened himself and backed up, still watching carefully but retreating towards the door. It was difficult to do so, since so many bodies were busy watching the spectacle and many looked like they thirst for more bloodshed than they had gotten. But eventually he made it into the cool, night air. Then, only a few moments later, Arthur appeared from the doorway as well.

“Arthur,” he went to check on him, but the smaller man shot him a murderous look and he started to storm off back towards the ship.

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Alfred tried to get Arthur to turn around and talk to him but the captain refused to even look at him.

“Come on, just talk to me. I’m sorry!” The taller man was in hot pursuit and accompanied the angry man all the way back to his quarters.

Arthur tried to slam the door to his study in his face, but Alfred caught it with his foot and pushed his way in after him instead.

“Arthur!” The boy almost sounded like he was pleading now, but it did little to calm the fury in the pirate’s eyes. “Why are you so upset at me? I was trying to defend you.” The guy obviously bothered Arthur in some way just judging by his reaction when he heard his voice, so he didn’t know why he was so against him beating the absolute snot out of him.

“Do you even have any idea who that was?” Arthur snapped back, throwing his arms in the air to emphasize his point.

Alfred frowned harder and shook his head. “No, and I don’t really care. I couldn’t let him talk about you like that!”

“Alfred, I am a pirate. I’m not some flower for you to protect at the slightest breeze.” The Brit was pacing around his ‘throne room’, his arms flying upwards and crossing dramatically as he stomped around. “I certainly didn’t ask you to pick a fight with Mathias fucking Køhler! Do you have any idea how badly that would have gone for you if I had not stepped in? You’d be dead...if you were lucky!”

“And? What does that even matter to you?” Alfred countered.

“It matters because I’ve hardly the time or the energy to replace a servant less than two weeks into his service,” The Brit shouted back. “And I really would prefer not to have to deal with Mathias on my ass when we leave dock.” He would not put it past the Dane to follow them out to sea and start a battle. As much as Arthur reveled in combat, he knew Mathias nor his crew were to be underestimated.

“You wouldn’t have to worry about him following us if you would’ve let me kill him.” The prince argued. Not that he actually wanted to murder the man, but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t say he didn’t want to smash his face a few times.

Arthur scoffed at that, a mocking laugh escaping his lips at the idea. “Sure, you were doing a fantastic job -- getting your ass kicked by his right hand men.” Berwald and Tino were two of the most feared pirates in the ocean. Their reputations as skilled fighters preceded them, and they weren’t even captains! “They would’ve put you down in an instant.”

“Then why didn’t you just let them, if I’m such an inconvenience to you when all I wanted to do was stick up for you.”

The Brit rolled his eyes and let another dark chuckle escape his lips. “If letting you die meant getting some damn peace and quiet then maybe I should have.” He tried not to notice the flash of hurt that crossed the younger man’s face for just a second as he spoke. “I don’t understand what your deal is anyway, I really don’t! What is this morbid fascination you have with, what did he call me? Oh yes, of course, The Spadian bitch.”

“Don’t call yourself that!” Alfred told him, grabbing his arms in an attempt to get him to stop his pacing and listen.

“Why the hell not? Isn’t that all I am to you pompous pricks in the capital?” He barked back, glaring daggers straight back into Alfred’s eyes. It was true and he knew it. He was not Arthur to them, he was either a merciless pirate or just a pretty figure to model into perfect obedience. They wanted their queen, he simply wanted a choice.

Alfred stared down at Arthur with an angry frown, gripping his arms tighter in frustration. Looking at Arthur like this so close, he wondered how he never noticed the light freckles that were pressed against his nose and his cheeks. Or the way his eyes had different shades of greens, creating a forest of life in just two small orbs. Even his lips, that were currently pressed downward in a deep scowl, invited him in and he couldn’t stop himself from accepting their offer.

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>> Also! Please know that chapter 8 will not be posted on tumblr due to its mature content. If you want to read it, you’ll have to do so on A03 when its posted. Sorry for the inconvenience ;w;

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technohumanlation · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 17

The ever so lovely @whumptober2019 made a list of prompts to complete every day for the whole month of October and I’m giving a shot at it this year!

As always read what you can handle and do not read if you are squimish to any of the warnings.

"Stay with me”

Warnings: Blood, character deaths, violence.

Characters: You as reader, Sixty, Nines, OC android

Wrote this one to “clemetine” by Halsey and “Circles” by Post Malone.

Also, if you guys are interested I have a whumptober2019 playlist on my spotify. Just look for me: Leonixon

“Okay John, have a good night, now.” You raised a hand in goodbye with a sweet smile at the janitor as he left for the night. You however were pulling a longer shift, staying behind, filing through paperwork and reports that were relevant to your ongoing case.

You were a green horn, new to this specific precinct and the shoes to fill from the officer that retired were large. This building and the people within held their virtues highly.

Especially the specialized team made of a few android brothers that were apart of the revolution itself. They were the epitome of professionalism. Well, except for one.

The one named Sixty caught your eye early on. He was interesting and his energy was something you couldn’t ignore. He was an asshole. There was no way of putting it nicely. But you didn’t mind to call him such a slur. He owned up to the name with pride.

The first time you saw him was when his middle brother, Nines was his name, tossed a data pad at him in annoyance. The brother caught it in his hand with ease, a shit eating grin upon his face. Clearly it wasn’t the first time he had done it.

You caught what was on the data pad and blushed immediately. Rather explicit porn was playing in a minimized window in front of a report he had been attempting to type.

“Do this again Sixty, and I’ll have you reported!”

Sixty cackled joyously. “Yeah right! Don’t you like that man on man shit?” He yelled after him loudly, catching a few officers attention. They gave the fuming android a glance before going back to their own business. Just another day it seemed like.

Nines turned around and shot him a firm middle finger to which the brother cackled even more.

You couldn’t help but not stop a small smile that crossed your lips at his antics. As if he felt your eyes on him, he looked up to you.

You jolted in embarrassment and cleared your throat looking back at your computer, acting like you had been doing work the whole time. He caught you red handed but he made no indication.

But when you looked back at him he was smiling rather warmly. It seemed he was happy someone laughed at his prank.

As the days went on, more and more of the precinct began to speak with you. Small talk turned into full conversations in the break room.

“Sixty put salt in Gavin’s coffee again.”

“And he put windshield wiper fluid into his thirium.”

“Said it tasted like kool-aid.”

A chuckled left you as you took a sip of your own coffee. In a way he kept morale up. Even if some of his tricks were on the verge of being downright cruel it made you feel at ease knowing that he didn’t take himself so seriously.

A sudden sting had you rushing over to the sink to spit out the mouthful of coffee. You gagged. “Oh my god?!” You panicked.

And that was when you were officially part of the precinct. From across the bullpen Sixty seemingly went on his business but the smirk that pulled at his lips was evidence enough that he was the one who salted not just Gavin’s coffee, but yours as well.

The next day you enacted your revenge upon the android. You hacked his datapad and it started to play obnoxiously loud music. You pressed your lips inward and bit down to prevent a fountain of giggles escaping you.

“Who the fuck?” He looked up from his desk and around the bullpen. His angry voice was traded for humor as he pointed at Ben.

“I know it’s you! You generation thinks this joke is still funny!” The smile that pulled at his face now made funny things happen to your chest. Ben shouted his retort waving him off. “Bullshit! I’m onto you Benjamin!”

You bowed your head and enjoyed a good laugh.

“Fucking rick-rolling me...” He hissed to himself.

“Clever.”

The rumbling baritone of Nines suddenly behind you had you jumping in your seat. You placed a hand against your chest and looked up to the humored brother. Your cheeks flushed a deep red from being found out.

You soon realized that he wasn’t outing you, or scolding you. As a matter of fact, was that...approval you saw as well?

“Yeah,” You cleared your throat. “Payback you know?” You offered.

He huffed a little breath of humored laughter and was on his way.

Every so often you would rick roll the android and he would grow more and more frustrated. No one suspected it was the meek and timid new officer fresh from the academy that could do something so brilliant, so soon.

“Shut up, fuck boy.” Gavin growled for the third time this week. “It wasn’t me.”

“Fuck you Reed. Wait, that’s Nines job but...”

“Just shut up.”

And even now, as you smiled down to your long cold coffee, you were scared to drink it but you needed it. Pulling this long shift was killing you.

With another desperate gulp of stale, cold, coffee you paged through another file. You swallowed it screwing your face in distaste. You went to take another sip but a hand on your shoulder and another mug of coffee was presented to you just the way you liked it. A smile graced your lips and you looked up to your android partner.

“Thank’s Clemmet, God you’re such a heaven sent.” You reached up and patted his shoulder in thanks.

“I know cold coffee is unpleasant to some humans. I took the liberty of making you another pot.”

Clemmet was an older android model. He was a tall and handsome fellow with lovely flawless tanned skin. His uniform was pressed to perfection and he was always quick to accommodate you. He was a slower model, upgraded networks and communications unfortunately affected him in the worst of ways. Frequent updates and malware scans had to be performed to keep him in tip-top shape.

He was a deviant and they considered letting the poor thing go and live life freely. But he decided to stay with the reasoning of liking his job. Many human officers had rotated through him, his lack of quick thinking and smooth functions being more of a burden than help. They had “dumped” him on you but you rather liked him. You liked his slower processing and even voice as he spoke.

He was smart and soft. Agile and quick. Strong and assertive when needed to be. Clemmet was considerate and showed his kindness through small gestures.

“Sit up, officer, your spine is misaligned.” When you slouched in your desk chair.

“You have a voice message from you sister.”

A warning of “Your coffee contains sodium chloride,” when Sixty had once again salted the pot of coffee.

And last but not least the way he made your coffee.

Light and sweet.

“Your efficiency will slowly decline by twenty one percent per hour. I would keep this in mind.”

You smiled flicking your eyes up to him. “Of course, I know.” You brushed him off but he smiled knowingly.

Not an hour later your body betrayed your mind. The coffee had your mind buzzing but sadly your body ached and was tired. You grumbled under your breath pushing aside the tablet.

“I was correct,” He snipped. “Again.”

“Yes, I know.” You moaned.

“I will drive you home.” He stood from his chair snatching away your keys from your reach before you even could take them. You hissed a curse.

“I’m fine. Honest. I’ll just keep the windows down and-.”

“I detect an eighty percent chance you will fall asleep at the wheel. I will not take that chance.”

You gave in easily. Clemmet would hound you relentlessly until you did so anyhow. You learned this fact the hard way.

Halfway to your house you had nodded off and your android partner was more than happy to take his jacket off to cover you up. You murmured under your breath. It was a chilly night. Or rather morning.

“Say, Clemmet, why don’t you stay over? It’s late and I don’t want you to drive all the way back to the precinct.”

“I’m alright,” he murmured your name genuinely. “I have to recharge.” It was a lousy excuse.

You hated the fact that he practically lived at the precinct. He waited on the charging station until the next morning, awaiting his orders from you. Even if he was deviant, he was still like a lost puppy. You didn’t mind guiding him through the day. Ordering him to do things was out of the question. There was a difference that you firmly believed in.

Dark eyes looked over to you in the span of the quiet moment left for you to think in.

You peered outside the window suffling yourself under the jacket more comfortably. It smelled of your favorite fabric softer. No one else bothered to do his laundry so you were more than happy to. “You’re always welcome home.”

They were a block away from her apartment. There wasn’t much time to convince him otherwise.

“C’mon, honestly-hey!” You jerked forward when the android had slammed on the breaks, his eyes turned towards an alleyway just aways from your apartment building. Before you could ask what had him so shaken up, sending his LED into a flurry of yellow and red, he was already speaking.

“There is a distressed signal next to us.”

“What?” Your fatigue was overtaken by a shot of adrenaline that ran through your veins with heat. Your eyes were opened wide looking out the window for any sign of a struggle. “Wait, is it an android or people? Should we call for backup?”

“No, I am taking you home. Hide there and wait until it’s safe. I have already called in for backup. Paramedics just in case of injury.”

“My ass, Clemmet! You’re my partner. I’m not letting you go in alone.” You were already opening the door and walking out into the cold dark night. Behind you, you heard his voice calling your name.

He placed the car in park and was already by your side.

You pulled out your firearm and kept it aimed true in front of yourself. As shadows gave way to dim lighting from the nearby streetlamp a familiar figure was held by the collar of his shirt.

The report of the handgun made you jump. The body fell limp to the puddled ground of the alleyway. The body was mangled and beaten and made no attempt to move or recover from the killing bullet.

You were bitterly reminded that you hadn’t killed yet. They you had only been a decent shot at targets and not live people.

It would be tested here and now it seemed. Even with Clemmet by your side your feet drew you in towards the possible danger.

You stepped closer and realized the familiar face of none other than Sixty. You stopped in your tracks. More adrenaline shot up your spine into your chest.

“Detroit police, put your fucking hands up!” You yelled. The stern voice was foreign and unknown in your own ears.

The shadow turned towards you and aimed. You gasped. The reports, one, two, three, four, echoed into the night. The body in front of you jolted backward from each bullet as it met it’s wrong target.

Clemmet fell in front of you. The bright thirium blue seeping into the broken asphalt. Dead eyes looked up into yours. Your breath became ragged and quickened. The tears that prickled at your eyes strained your voice and your breathing. You looked back up and the shadow was revealed to be another android.

It raised its gun to you, ready to finish off what it had started.

A cry ripped from your throat. Anger, sadness, helplessness and the evolutionary need to conserve your life overtook your body. You were along for the horrendous ride.

Your body shook as you pressed the trigger, the familiar and unwanted recoils jolting you as they met their mark.

It was just a target you thought. Just a piece of paper. But it wasn’t. The target bled blue, splattering across its body as it finally dropped its weapon.

The shadow dropped and you were left in the silence. All that remained was the low murmurings of the idle engine of the vehicle behind you.

You released your hand, the heavy metal clattering to the ground at your feet.

You had killed for the first time. It felt terrible. You felt sick.

Shakily you looked down. Not to the gun you had dropped but to Clemmet. Your partner. Your friend, lay unmoving.

“Clemmet...Clemmet...” Your voice cracked and was so very small as you dropped to your knees. You hands trailed over his body. They shook so very violently. He had taken the bullets that were meant for you without a second thought.

Finally your shaking hand cupped his face delicately, tears flowing freely from your eyes. Everything else was forgotten. The smell of thirium stung your nose. You didn’t even know it had a smell. Yet, here you were, the smell making you gag.

He was dead. Clemmet was dead. The weight of the reality before set in and a cry escaped your throat. Apologies, one after another were rasped from your trembling lips. You bowed your head pressing your forehead into his chest and sobbed.

Among the quiet of the night and your sobs, a groan from beyond had you gasping and looking up. Sixty was alive?

There was hope that not all was lost. You reluctantly stood from your place next to your android giving him a hesitant glance before you decided. You had to help the living. That’s what your training had taught you.

But this wasn’t training. This was all too real. Your feet carried you by his side and to sank to your knees next to him.

“S-Sixty?” You flipped him onto his back. Before you had arrived and the gun was pulled out, Sixty had managed a physical altercation with him. There was a sign of clear struggle. A broken nose that bled that hideous blue. His arm twisted in an irregular angle.

Your eyes eventually fell to the bullet wounds.

“Holy shit, ow, ow...” His rasped turned into choking words. Blood pudding in the back of his throat. You placed fingers into his mouth to clear it out, tilting his head to the side. The other hand pressed to the worst of the bullet wounds, the one closest to the bullet near his thirium pump.

“What-what happened? What-?” Your voice quivered and shook, the syllables barely coming out clearly. But Sixty understood. A sad smile came to his lips. His head shaking side to side. He spat out more thirium his breathing wet and gargled.

Your eyes flicked to movement by his side. His hand curled into a fist, the pointer finger indicating something by his legs. A carton of broken eggs and a roll of soaked toilet paper.

“Was-shit,” He murmured your name. It made you pause. You didn’t think he knew what your name was. And hearing it tumble from his lips made your heart ache. He was dying and...God on Earth the two androids you loved with all your heart were…

This wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Look, I k-knew it was you.” A blue stained smile shook his lips. “The videos, the music...cute. You-you’re cute. Egg your car as payback. Got jumped and-.”

His breathing suddenly stopped and then the desperate clicks of internal fans not working began to make him twitch. Startle hysteric sobs tumbled form your lips.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Clemmet-,” His voice physically hurt to say out loud. “Had help coming you’re okay. You’re fine. You’re...gonna be okay.”

“I’m fine!” You spat. “Not you! Help is coming for you!” Three bullets all strategically placed to make his death long and suffering. How cruel. How terrible.

“Thanks for-for laughing.” He choked. “When n-no one else would.”

“No, no...Sixty listen to me.” You tried to sound stern but the tears in your eyes made your throat sting. “Stay with me, you hear me?”

His eyes fell closed.

You lifted your hands away from his body as any vibrations of living were slowed. “S-Sixy?” You murmured. Just as the distant sounds of sirens came he was already gone. “Stay with me...”

#whumptober2019 #no.17 #stay with me #blood #character death #violence #DBH #detroit become human #reader POV #Sixty #RK900 #nines #OC android

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