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rinhaler · 5 months

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MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK, AND HE'S COOLER THAN EVER!

CHAPTER SUMMARY : Bags are packed, parents are disappointed, and Chigiri has arrived to ride up to the Itoshi family cabin together !

ex-fiancé!rin x f!reader

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol mention.

WORDS : 4k

notes : me vs wanting to fuck almost everyone in the cabin 😩

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“Ready to go?” Chigiri asks, coming inside to assess the situation. He looks at your enormous suitcase and several travel bags before looking back at you with a quirked brow. You look away from him quickly, pretending something on your phone has caught your attention. “You know we’re only going for a week, right?”

“I want to be prepared!”

“It’s crazy,” he laughs, “because I know that somehow you’re gonna come home with more things than you left with.”

“Not true! Your birthday presents are in here!” you smile, shaking the large gift bag in your hand. He tries to take it from you to peak at what’s inside, but you move it out of his reach.

He pouts.

You pout harder.

“Fine, I’ll carry the heavy suitcase. Even though it’s my birthday week.”

“Thank you Chigs~!”

“Don’t call me that~!” he repeats in your sing-song voice.

You laugh, picking up another bag and carrying it to the car. You load them into the back before rushing into your house again and getting the last few bags. He takes them for you, allowing you to lock the door. If you’d had more warning, you definitely would have gotten a house sitter. But you’re trying not to worry about that, you just want to get on the road and leave all of your worries behind.

Worries, including your family. The family who are less than impressed that you’re abandoning them to spend a boozy week with friends instead of them. You don’t care, though. You delivered their gifts and wished them well.

It’s stupid, really, that they’re so frustrated that you won’t be spending time with them. You can’t stomach spending time with your dad and his new girlfriend. He knows you can’t control your face and you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

You inherited that from him.

Your mother however, was devastated when you told her. You figured she’d be okay since she has a larger family to spend the holidays with. But you’re her only child, you suppose you are being a little selfish.

It’s something you have to do though, you feel. You’re not over Rin and you don’t want to spend Christmas with family grieving what should have been you and him spending the day together. This way, you get to actually have fun. It’s not forced or superficial to keep up appearances for your relatives.

No one is going to expect anything of you at the cabin.

“I’m proud of you,” Chigiri smiles, looking at you briefly before focusing back on the road. You scoff, turning the radio up in the car, Mariah Carey blasting through the speakers. You both groan before he hands you the aux cord. “Not in a cringe way. I just mean, I know you’re a people pleaser. So I’m impressed that you put yourself over your parents.”

“Ugh, they were both so disappointed in me. I spent thousands on presents for them both. I even got some toys for my stepdad’s ratty step-kids. What more can I do?”

“God they are ratty.”

“They’re giving Damien from The Omen.” you tell him, both of you laughing loudly as one of your playlists plays softly through the speaker. You turn it up a little, both of you whooping as you hear Boss Bitch by Doja Cat play. “I know I was shitting myself when Sae texted, but I’m so glad we’re doing this.”

“Me too, I was dreading spending my birthday with your miserable ass.” he chuckles and you slap his arm lightly. “Wait! I know you’re still down about Rin, so, this will be a fun distraction. Plus I bet you end up hooking up with one of Sae’s friends, you haven’t had your rebound yet.”

“I am not doing another footballer, I can’t.” you shake your head.

You both laugh lightly and carry on chatting about the events to come. It’s like a weeklong party, essentially. And ever since you’ve known Chigiri, you’ve both loved a party. But it’s never actually the party itself.

The days before a party are always the best. Whether you’re hosting or attending, it’s always exciting. A theme is always ideal but not essential. Either way, you’ll spend weeks talking about it. Who’s going? What will you wear? What are you gonna drink?

You go on numerous shopping trips and buy endless amounts of clothes until you find the perfect outfit. Only to wear it that night and never again. But it’s worth it, every time. Hearing people compliment how gorgeous you look never gets old.

No one’s words meant more to you than Rin’s, though. The way he’d rest his hand in the small of your back while showing you off made you feel like a princess. He’d whisper sweet nothings about how you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and the things he wanted to do to you when you got home. It made your legs weak and your face flush with heat. And yet, he was always so calm. So cool. He liked to rile you up and pay you no mind as you look up at him expectantly. Acting as if he hadn’t said something so salacious and lewd while chatting with guests.

It drove you wild.

But, truthfully, where your best friend is concerned, your favourite part of a party is the morning after. If he spent the night at your place, especially. You’d wait for him to message you to let you know he’s awake and leave Rin’s side while he was snoring softly. Hyoma can’t handle his drink, and you’re no better. You’d crawl into bed with him and burrow under the duvet after handing him some water and painkillers.

Hungover or not, though, you loved gossiping with him. You’d trade stories about what happened throughout the night and things you heard. It made your day; it made the hangover worth it.

And now, you’re driving towards a week’s worth of that.

You groan as the song changes from Doja Cat to Lust for Life by Lana Del Rey.

“Nope!” he objects, “What kind of psychopath has Doja and Lana on the same playlist?” Chigiri asks, skipping the song. You throw your head back against the headrest, sighing as you think about Rin, again.

The album featuring the eponymous song is one of the first gifts Rin gave you. In vinyl form, of course, along with a pink record player. You had a record player already, but you told him a few times that you’d always wanted a pink one. It was a birthday gift, you remember crying so much as you unwrapped it.

“And I thought we could listen to this together.” you reminisce on him telling you as he handed the album to you. You told him you’d never listened to it before when you were going through her discography. It was a throwaway comment you didn’t think he’d even remember.

You cried listening to the self-titled song, wrapped up in his arms as he held you close. Truthfully, you’ve never felt so loved. And unfortunately, you don’t think you will again. You told him, repeatedly, how in love with him you were.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you after that.

“I need to make a new playlist.” you sigh, Chigiri nods, agreeing. “You’re right, Doja and Lana on the same playlist is psycho behaviour.”

“And you’re only just realising this?” he laughs again.

“I bet he’s got a new girlfriend now. Girls always threw themselves at him, even when we were together.” you tell him. “Oh my God, I miss him. I miss him so much I feel sick. I can’t do this.”

“Shut up.” he tells you, sternly, “I haven’t seen anything on his socials about a girlfriend, but that’s none of your business anymore anyway.”

“You’re still on his socials?”

“… anyway…”

“You know how private he is, Hyoma. If he’s seeing someone he wouldn’t post about her.”

“He posted you.” he reminds you, and you shrug defeatedly. “Besides, you broke up with him. You ended things and you’re still heartbroken. Imagine how depressed he probably is. He’s a workaholic, too. He’s probably distracting himself with work, not girls.”

Hyoma always knows what to say. Deep down, you knew that. But you never would have thought about it until he said. It was a miracle that he even asked you out, after all. His friends never failed to tell you how surprised they were. He’s too focused on football to bother with girls.

But you… you were different.

“You’re self-sabotaging, idiot.” Chigiri tells you. “We’ll get there, we’ll have fun, and you won’t think about Rin at all. I’m banning Rin talk for the rest of the week.”

“Fine fine fine.” you relent, shaking your body in an attempt to dispel any further thoughts of your ex. Though, to be honest, Sae might make it hard to not think about or discuss him. He’s his brother, after all. You can’t expect him to not talk about his little brother. And you certainly can’t ask him not to. “You’re gonna love the cabin. It’s huge. And there’s a lake we can ice skate on.”

“Perfect, can’t wait.”

There are several cars parked outside as you pull up. Chigiri parks, but is frozen in place as he looks at the cabin. It’s clear that the place is not what he expected. You end up leaving him alone to process his thoughts as he drinks it in. It’s the closest he’ll get to feeling like a celebrity, he suspects.

He follows you out, rushing to help you lift your suitcase as you struggle under the weight of it. You smile, gratefully, as he drags it towards the cabin. You decide to pick up his much smaller suitcase as well as all of your other bags. It isn’t hard to keep up with him as he struggles to pull your luggage through the snow.

“This isn’t a cabin. I was expecting a log shack with a few amenities. This is a mansion.” Chigiri tells you as you walk by his side. You giggle, agreeing, you felt exactly the same way the first time you came here with Rin.

You walk up the stairs ahead of him and knock on the door, starting to shiver as the biting winter air begins to attack you.

Chigiri manages to get your suitcase to the top of the stairs before anyone even knows you’ve knocked. He’s cold, tired, and impatient, and decides to ring the doorbell. You can both hear music playing inside.

It gets louder once the door swings open, and you see a familiar face.

“Oh hey, are you the little sister?” Oliver asks, forgetting that you’ve met before. You assume that’s how Sae has been referring to you as when talking to his friends, so, you nod. He smiles at Chigiri and takes your heavy suitcase from him, lifting it with ease as he welcomes you in. “They’re all in the lounge, grab yourselves a drink from the kitchen.” he tells you, winking as he sets down your case with all of the others at the bottom of the stairs.

There’s a lot of luggage, though the amount seems to double when you and Chigiri put the rest of yours down. You aren’t sure how many people must be here, but the nerves are setting in.

“She’s cute!” you hear Oliver tell the group as he goes into the lounge, it’s quiet, but you hear it clearly.

“You’ve met her before, idiot.” you hear Sae tell him, his voice getting closer to you as he comes to greet you. “Hey you.” he smiles, hugging you and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You hug him back, feeling surprisingly calmer as you allow yourself to melt into his embrace.

You aren’t sure why, but you were worried he’d be weird with you when he saw you in person. This is only the second time you’ve seen him since you and Rin split, after all. The first was a coffee date to explain your side of things face to face. You’re happy you decided to keep in contact with Sae, he’s been so sweet and supportive through it all.

So, really, you aren’t sure why you expected him to be off with you.

Especially since he invited you here.

“Nice to meet you, man.” Sae smiles at Chigiri, holding his hand out to shake, which he does. “Your birthday is on the 23rd, yeah? We’ll plan something fun.”

“Being here is fun enough, don’t worry.” Hyoma responds, looking around. “This isn’t a cabin, by the way.” he laughs.

Sae laughs too, walking back towards the lounge. “Come meet everyone.” he insists. You and Chigiri look at each other, but follow.

You’re the only girl here, by the looks of things. You aren’t sure if that’ll change or not though. Maybe they all have partners who are arriving together later. You’re a little surprised by the headcount, you were expecting more. Including Sae, there’s only four of them sitting around the fire, drinking together.

“Apparently we’ve met before?” Oliver’s brows knot in contemplation, and you nod. “Sorry, sweetheart. Normally I don’t forget a pretty face.”

“Yeah ya do, bullshitter.” Tabito snickers, looking up at you from his seat on the floor. You’ve never met Karasu, but you’ve heard a lot about him. Mostly from Rin about when they used to play together. And you may or may not have stalked his socials before, so you’re familiar with his face. “Nice to meet’cha, heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” you smile.

“Do you smoke?” you hear another voice speak as you get further into the room. Your eyes lie on Eita Otoya as he pulls a blunt from behind his ear, and you shake your head. You’re surprised to see them letting loose like this, though you suppose they mustn’t get the chance to often.

Rin found it hard to relax and unwind. He’s always been so career focused, never wanting to do anything to harm his reputation. And you understand that, you do. You’re the same, really. You have an image to maintain, people seem to think being a model is just turning up and looking pretty. But you take it seriously, like Rin.

Though he doesn’t seem to know how to turn it off.

“No Ryusei?” you ask, a little surprised he couldn’t make it.

“Not yet, he should be here soon.” Sae assures you. You laugh, knowing you’re in for a really fun week once Shidou gets here. Sae turns back to look at you, taking you back to the entrance. “I’ll show you to your rooms. Did you want to share? There’s enough for everyone to have their own.”

“She snores, I’ll take my own.” Hyoma tells Sae, earning a smirk from him. You try to argue, but your best friend seems to be too convincing. The rest of the guys join you, offering to help with your bags and carry them up to your room.

And, really, who are you to say no?

Chigiri rolls his eyes, carrying his own case and entering the room Sae had planned for him. You realise Sae is sleeping in the master bedroom downstairs when you see all of the other rooms have been claimed by sneakers and jackets from the other guests, all of them are just too lazy to bring their luggage up.

Though none of them had a problem helping with yours.

Your heart sinks when you realise Sae saved your usual room for you to take. The room you always shared with your ex whenever he brought you here. The guys don’t give you much time to feel sorrowful, though. Not when they’re laughing and joking beside you. Sae notices your forlorn expression, pulling you aside slightly.

“I thought you’d feel comfortable in here, but we can switch if you want.” he tells you, but you shake your head. “Ryusei will be in the opposite room so I’m sure you won’t be thinking about anything other than how annoying he is.” he smiles.

“Thank you, Sae.” you smile, albeit a little weakly. It’s bittersweet, that’s all. “At least I have the best view.” you tell him, opening the doors to the large balcony that looks over the lake. You think about how the nearby town’s lights twinkle at night.

“Right.” he puts a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. “Everyone out, let’s leave her to unpack.” Sae announces, ushering the other three men out of the room.

You smile, waving at them all as they leave. Once they’re out, Sae closes the door behind himself and leaves you alone with your thoughts. As much as you want to sit and dwell on things, you decide to occupy your mind and unpack instead.

You’re startled, a little, when Chigiri comes in to see you. Though you’re relieved when he starts to help.

“You did not need to bring all of this.” he grabs a gold glittery mini stress and holds it up. “I— I’ve never seen this in my life. Oh my God, did you buy new clothes for this? You are trying to get a rebound.”

“No I’m—”

“Yeah, you are.” he stops you immediately. “I’ve been stalking all of their socials in my room, they’re all single. And they all had their tongues hanging out for you when you came in.”

“You work too fast.” you laugh. He shrugs, grabbing a few items of clothing and hanging them up in the wardrobe for you.

You’re thankful for his help, it goes a lot quicker than it would have otherwise. Plus you get to gossip about the week ahead. You try and dodge his questions, but your facial expressions always give you away. You have quite a good poker face, but it doesn’t matter when it comes to Chigiri. He has a way of making you shy and giggly when you’re trying to keep a secret.

“Which one?” he asks, and you tut. “I feel like they’re all your type.” he tells you, handing you your toothbrush to take to the ensuite.

“They are.” you laugh from the other room. You return, zipping up your case and pushing it away. “I’ve always had the hots for Ryusei low key though, but I think Rin would be livid.”

“Rin isn’t here and he’s not our problem.” Chigiri smiles. You both sit on top of your bed and flop backwards with a sigh. He turns his head to the side to look at you while you’re too busy disassociating, staring at the ceiling. “Don’t just do it because you feel like you have to, by the way.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. “Oh, rebound.”

He nods, “We’re here to have fun. So, if you’re going to fuck one of them, do it because it’s fun.”

“I won’t.” you agree. “I’m worried about feeling guilty too… they’re Rin’s friends, after all. I don’t want to upset him.”

As Chigiri is about to respond, he’s stopped by the sound of the doorbell ringing. You smile, widely, when you realise Ryusei is here. Hyoma knows all about Ryusei. His feral replacement whenever Rin used to take you around the world for his away games.

Hyoma isn’t jealous, of course. Especially when he knew you had a little crush on Ryusei. You and Hyoma have only ever been friends, and you’ll never be closer to anyone than you are with each other.

“Should we wait a few minutes so I don’t look desperate?” you ask, sitting upright and resting your bodyweight on one hand as you look down at him.

“Yeah.” he nods.

You nod too. You start lying back down, slowly, looking around at the room as you do. “I can’t.” you tell him, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door. He sighs, but hurries after you.

All of the guests are gathered in the entryway as they greet Ryusei. They exchange hugs and handshakes as they all chat and catch up. You descend the stairs slowly, but not fully, standing at the halfway point with Chigiri as you watch the scene unfold.

His bright smile turns to a look of wonder when he notices you. Eyes softening as he realises you’re here, you’re really here.

“No way…” he smirks, “Hey, kid, how are ya?”

“I’m good,” you nod, an embarrassingly wide smile on your face. “And you? How are you, Ryu?”

“Better for seeing you,” he laughs. “Didn’t know you were comin’.”

“Shut the door, man, it’s freezing.” Sae tells him, approaching to do it for him. But Ryusei stops him, keeping him at arm’s length so he can’t.

“I actually picked someone up on the way.” Ryusei announces, side stepping a little as he waits for the mystery guest to hurry. Chigiri’s eyes widen in horror, the realisation hitting him before anyone else as he looks at you. You’re too busy feeling deflated that Ryusei has brought a girl along with him.

“Oh no.” Chigiri speaks, and you look at him. “We should go back upstairs.”

“What? Why?” you ask him, confused. Though your attention is forced back downstairs when you see another figure enter the cabin out of your peripheral view.

Your heart sinks.

“Rin?” Sae asks as he watches his younger, yet for some reason taller, brother set down his suitcase.

Your heart keeps plummeting deeper through your body as you watch him, too. God, he looks even better than he did the day you ended things. He’s always been striking, beautiful. Just so God damn handsome. But he looks older, more mature.

You feel your breathing get heavier and more intense the longer you watch him. The way he dusts the snow from his expensive looking coat. And that familiar ruffle of his hair as he fixes it into place.

“You said you weren’t coming.” Sae tells him.

“I changed my mind,” Rin responds, gesturing to Ryusei. “He begged, really.”

Sae holds his eyes shut, sighing. Rin isn’t sure what the issue is. He was invited, after all, he just declined. He expected his brother to be happy to see him, he thought it would be a fun surprise. Though maybe he only invited him out of obligation.

Shidou hadn’t made it seem that way, though.

“Look who’s here.” Ryusei smiles, pointing up at you.

Rin’s weak smile drops to a stoic straight line as he follows his friends directional finger and his sights land on you. You’re frozen. You can’t smile. You can’t say hello. You can’t even wave. You’re just staring at each other, both absolutely paralysed with no idea how to act.

“H— Hi…” you struggle to speak. Hyoma is thankful you’re too distracted looking at Rin to see the way he’s cringing horrendously behind your back, but not showing his face to the lower floor.

“Hey.” Rin responds, even smiling a little when he hears your voice. It’s been so long, after all. “I didn’t know you were coming.” he explains.

“Same…” you tell him, hoping he believes you. “I wouldn’t have come if I knew you were coming. Wait—” you interrupt yourself when you realise how horrible that sounded.

“Stop talking.” Hyoma whispers, and you clear your throat.

Everyone else seems to see the funny side, all except Rin. He appears a little downtrodden, though he disguises it well. You know him, though. You’re sure he knows you didn’t mean it how it sounded, but you can’t help feeling a little guilty.

“You made it very clear you weren’t coming, Rin.” Sae tells him. “If you said you were coming I—”

“It’s fine. I didn’t know you were still talking, though.” Rin says, the annoyance in his voice very evident. You can’t tell if he’s purposefully trying to hurt you or if it’s just Rin being Rin. “But we’re adults. I’m sure we can co-exist for a week, right?” he asks, looking at you with his intense, teal gaze.

“R—Right…”

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benkeibear · 7 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ My pretty boy

❖ Character: Rindou

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.0k

❖ Summary: Rindou needs your praise to fall over the edge after pining for you so long

❖ WARNINGS: dom!reader, face sitting, oral (reader receiving), handjob, creampie

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Rindou hated the way Ran was shamelessly flirting with you despite knowing that he harbored a crush on you for months now, wanting to wait for the perfect moment to confess his feelings - and to see if the feelings are mutual before he makes a fool out of himself. Tonight was the night or at least that's what he had planned until his brother ruined it for him, ruined the entire party he threw just to get closer to you. Little did he know that you were crying to Ran how hot his brother looked and how much you hoped that he would come over and ask you to dance or at least offer you a drink because god knows, you needed some liquid courage to confess to Rindou. Ran laughed at the things you said, not seeing the appeal in his brother but he actually convinced you to walk over to him and just say hi.

Rindous pout melted when you greeted him with a simple “Hey, handsome” almost swooning at the compliment, wishing you would do that more often. Before he realized it you were ready to leave again since Rindou didn't respond to your greeting and just stared at you for a few seconds. “Wait!” He called out through the music but just that moment it went more silent, all eyes on the two of you now which made you laugh and he broke again, seeing and hearing you laugh from something he did? He was hooked, addicted right away so he held onto your hand and just took his chance to pull you against him. You gasped at the sudden action and while the music was blasting again and people dancing around you it felt like time went by in slow motion and it's just the two of you as your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and back up again. This was all the consent he needed to crash his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss, having dreamed of how soft your lips would feel but nothing could have prepared him for the way you pushed your tongue past his lips to take charge of the kiss. It was a welcomed change to let go for once and not take charge of things as you backed him against the closest wall, your hands roaming his body shamelessly. It wasn't like you were drunk, not even tipsy actually but the little liquid courage made you act on your desires much to Rindous delight, needing you to make him feel wanted by you after all these months of pining and thinking you were after his brother.

He only parted from the kiss to get a look at your face, lips swollen from the kiss and pupils blown with lust before leading you to his room and locking the door only to get pushed against it by you again, needing his lips on yours like your lungs needed oxygen. Rindou barely dared to let his hands roam over your beautiful figure, hands resting on your ribcage just below your chest until you moved them onto your perfect boobs. Rindou got the hint and started gently kneading them before tugging on your dress, throwing his reserved behavior out of the window along with your clothes onto the floor - needing you so desperately. When you moved to straddle his lap on his bed, his hair like a halo on the pillow on which his head rested, he gasped and watched you grind onto his clothed crotch, only the thin material of your underwear separating the both of you. The way your body moved so gracefully on top of his, your tits bouncing lightly with every thrust of your hips drove him insane, groping you wherever he could reach until he tugged on your underwear, wanting a taste of you. You got the hint when he moved you closer to his face by your hips, smirking down at him “could you get any more perfect?” You asked teasingly but you meant it.

Rindou didn't want you to just hover over his lips, pushing your hot core onto him after he got a look at how wet you were for him, eager to taste your juices. The way his tongue played with your clit had you moaning loudly, shameless even, not caring for one second if anyone hears you over the loud music. “Fuckkk… you're so good to me” you moaned, praising his skill to make you crumble apart after such a short time. Slender hands encouraged you to grind your cunt against his tongue just like you did on his crotch earlier and you couldn't help but fuck his face, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit with each thrust as his tongue slithered inside of you to taste even more of your slick. When you looked back you saw how helpless he was bucking his hips up into the air, so needy, so desperate for a touch you couldn't help but to reach behind you to stroke him, catching him entirely off guard which resulted in a sweet moan against your heat. The vibrations of that moan and how obscene it sounded pushed you over the edge, juices flowing onto his awaiting tongue and coating it in your essence as endless praise fell from your lips while the grip on his aching cock tightened.

Smoothly you slipped off his face and onto his lap again, watching for a sign of him that you can slip his cock into your awaiting cunt and he nodded wildly. Rindous face was still glistening with your essence as he moaned, your walls gripping his length tightly. “You're my good boy. So perfect for me” you moaned and started to move your hips but the moment you pulled his hair back slightly to kiss him in such a lewd way, tasting yourself on his tongue he already came, crying out your name and you helped him ride out his orgasm until he held you down by the hips, unable to take more but his dick was still twitching and hard inside of you. “Did my good boy not get enough yet?” You asked teasingly and felt him twitch in response, peppering kisses onto his jaw to give him a moment “you like it when I call you that, hm? My handsome Rindou?” You whispered into his ear, having found his weak spot and you plan on using it against him all night long.

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fandoms--fluff · 4 months

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You're Gonna Laugh

Female reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is scared of thunderstorms and doesn't want you to know

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

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You two are right now asleep, well you are. Peter is laying on his back wide awake trying to suppress the feeling of tears away. He has been afraid of thunderstorms ever since he was a little kid. He'd always hide underneath the blankets, humming a song or he would go to Aunt May's room to cuddle with her.

He feels so stupid, no other sixteen-year-old boy is scared and on the verge of tears because of a lousy storm. It's hard for him to not flinch or move, scared that he'd wake you up.

Another blast of thunder erupted from the sky making Peter whimper and hide underneath the comforter. Soon after you woke up to light humming. You looked around the room and realized that your boyfriend was under the comforter making the humming noise.

"Peter? What are you doing?" You asked and went underneath the comforter too. Once you did his humming immediately stopped and he closed his eyes trying to pretend he was sleeping. You just smiled lightly and rolled your eyes. "Pete, what's wrong? I know you're awake" you said and started to lightly twirl strands of his hair between your fingers.

He turned around facing you with a tear-stained face. "Oh, Baby what's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked. Peter just looked up at you and then nuzzled his head into your chest. "Your gonna laugh at me though" he complained, You looked at him "Bub I'm not going to laugh, I promise. You can tell me".

Peter looked up at you again and mumbled "I'm scared of thunderstorms." If you weren't so close to him you wouldn't have heard. "Baby that's okay a lot of people are scared of them" You soothed and started to play a bit with his hair. "Yeah, Babys and little kids, not teenagers," He said and another crack of lightning and thunder happened. Making him whimper and hug you squeeze your torso even more than he was already.

"Okay Pete, I need to be able to breath" You lightly laughed a bit. He pouted and loosened his grip a little, looking up at you.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay. The storm will go away soon" you said and brought him into your arms, holding him.

"In and out, there we go" You soothed him. You exaggerated your breathing as he followed suit.

You brought your right hand up to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He snuggled into you more and basically purred like a cat as you held him to you.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x female reader #peter parker x fem reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x female reader #peter parker is a cutie #cute peter parker #fluff #thunder storms #cute #imagines #writing #fanfic #comfort #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #tom holland

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yo-yo-yungi · 3 months

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THE BRIGHTEST STAR - SONG MINGI - SFW

Mingi x reader

Genre: Fluff (maybe abit suggestive)

Warning list : established relationship, showering together, references to illness, suggestiveness,

Word count: 452

Summary: Sometimes people just need to be taken care of, that includes Mingi…

Steam rose the second it fell, crawling above the shower door to escape. The light flicker of the candles you’d lit illuminated your body with a soft orange glow, from the absence of other lights you’d turned on. The music blasted through the room canceling out any sound you may hear as you let the water fall over you, washing away the last bits of soap.

You were so nearly done when you felt two strong arms wrap around your stomach and hold you tight. With the music so loud there had been no chance of you hearing the intruder enter…

Before you could panic you heard the familiar low rumble of your boyfriend’s voice in your ear “it’s only me baby” he hummed, noticing how you panicked.

You giggled and grasped his hands, confused by how he was acting. If Mingi joined you in the shower it was normal to -FUCK- you know… If he wanted you he would’ve pressed you into the wall by now, which means he must be tired….

You leant back on his shoulder to look at him. There he stood with his hair slightly sweaty and eyes tired as he looked down at you. You smiled at him “long day babe?” You asked and he nodded, his lip jotting out in a pout.

With one quick turn you spun around to face him and leant up to kiss him softly. When you pulled away his eyes remained closer for awhile and you thought they may not open because he’d fallen asleep. “let’s get you washed up then Min- gotta get to bed” you smiled at him, his eyes flicked opened and the pout was soon replaced with a smile.

Mingi was so tired that you did most of the work, shampooing his hair, conditioning it, scrubbing him clean. You knew being an idol was hard- sometimes he wouldn’t come home till the morning because he was practicing until the skies turn black. But not even being able to hold himself up or keep his eyes open was new. But you’d be there to take care of him…

Once finally in bed he was quick to pull you into a hug, which you reciprocated. Your hands ran to his hair and you played with it gently. As you lay there you spoke “no matter what Min, I’ll always be here to take care of you. On the good days and bad days”… you told him. He mumbled “I love you” in response, his voice hardly a whisper and you knew that he was trying to sleep. “I love you too my star”

And he was a star, the brightest star the universe would ever see. Your Song Mingi <3

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welcometothemaraudersspam · 16 days

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intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's glossed lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with your fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. Penelope and you might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away.

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips.

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off. His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight.

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette.

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips.

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face.

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat.

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is."

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone.

Well, everyone except Morgan.

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?"

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me."

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean...

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing,"

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back.

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a chocked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire.

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both.

And bad.

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times.

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you.

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold."

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

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The Hotel Room. (5.4k)

✽ — pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader ✽ — warnings: female reader, smut, mdni, aged up 18+ characters, rivals to ???, degrading kink, dom/sub, brat taming?, spanking, light face slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, hate fucking sorta, creampie, squirting, some aftercare (below the cut) ✽ — author note: a thank you for getting my previous smut post to 200+ notes :)

Being a hero trying to move up the ranks meant you had to work with other heroes, even the ones you didn't like. It was meant to show you were willing to cooperate with anyone, says your PR team, it sounds like bullshit to you but you went along with it anyway. Partnerships and team-ups were easy enough, they were over and done within a few days and you never had to interact with the hero again until a time called for it.

An opportunity had presented itself to you in the form of an email from your assistant, you never knew someone could somehow sound scared over an email but here you were. She seemed to have been talking about a future mission, a team-up mission with one of the top pros. Normally you'd jump at this chance, being seen with one of the top three meant you'd jump up the rankings too and in turn get more jobs, and more missions, you could be more of a hero.

What a shame that the person who needed a team-up was none other than Dynamight, aka Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest pain in your ass.

Your assistant had said this was meant to be a simple mission, an easy team-up. You’d even be home by the end of the weekend if all went well, and apparently, that was one of Dynamight’s terms—to be done with this so he didn’t have to be around you any longer than needed.

It’s not like you were sworn enemies with the guy, he was just a real jackass to deal with. He’d always try to be the leader of an incident, never listening to suggestions and he was so damn rude with the way he snapped at people. And he got especially rude when you argued back with him one time after a villain takedown, he got careless near the end and nearly blasted you away with an AP shot, so of course, you chewed him out. So since that moment, it became an unofficial rivalry between the both of you.

But back to the issue at hand. This mission was meant to be over already, it was past the weekend and there had been no developments other than a possible lead further north. You glared out of the car window at the darkened countryside you were driving through, a fist curled under your chin as you pouted. You wanted to go home, to try again another time but of course, Lord Dynamight said that’d be stupid, making the decision—without your input—to go ahead and find the nearest hotel or something like that so the two of you could rest up and be prepared for tomorrow.

You didn’t bother glancing at the driver of the car, you didn’t need to know he was scowling, he didn’t like this idea any more than you did but it made sense, you supposed. You could go home and the villain could be gone with the wind by the time you returned. So you just settled into the car seat, huffing at your internal dialogue of the whole situation.

"The fuck you sighin' for?" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard in the silence of the car, you would've much preferred if he kept his mouth shut.

"None of your damn business." you were quick to snap back, keeping your eyes on the thicket of trees that were going by. Bakugou just grumbled to himself in response, upper lip curling in vexation at the tone you always took with him. He despised it. His hands ringed against the leather of the steering wheel, he didn't have to look over at you to know you were struggling to fight the smug smirk off your face that you somehow got under his skin.

Thankfully there was a sign of an upcoming ryokan, it wouldn't be as extravagant as the ones back in the big cities that were set up for the tourists but it was out in the countryside which probably meant it had a real authentic feel to it, it would be good enough for the night anyway. You just hoped, no prayed, that they'd give you both separate rooms.

With a smooth right turn, the tarmac of the road turned to rough gravel that crunched far too loudly in the dead of the night. You couldn't see much past the huge red cedar trees that loomed over the gravel road like gigantic shadows until you caught a glimpse of a warm yellow light just peeking through. Both you and Bakugou visibly perked up at the sight of the ryokan now coming into view, it was clearly a very old establishment and the light was coming from fancy lanterns that were lining the walls.

The building itself was grand, probably a house that had been passed down in the generations and now instead of housing a large important family it was being used for travellers of the night. You could just spy tall bamboo trees over the thick walls that were wrapped around the entirety of the building, and your mind instantly leapt at the possible idea of using the onsen that was most definitely natural.

And like the giant wet blanket he was, Bakugou somehow managed to read the expression on your face. "We're not staying long, you're not using the Onsen." and now you finally met his eyes, he was glaring at you out of the corner of his eye. You were full-on scowling now, matching his own famous scowl.

"Why the fuck not? You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do!" you hissed back, not shouting too loud in such an enclosed space but you were very much at your limit with this guy commanding you around. All you wanted to do was bathe!

His eyebrow arched at your sentence, a challenging look in his eye. "If I'm rememberin' correctly, I'm the lead of this fucking mission," he looked at you now fully, you didn't even realise he was parking the car and stopping until now. "which means I do in fact tell you what you can and cannot do. And I said no."

You raised your hands in protest, dropping them back to your lap with a huff of annoyance. "You're the fuckin' worst, you know that?" you snarled, harshly pushing the door open and slamming it closed behind you. You could faintly hear the chuckle coming from the car as he too climbed out, not sparing you a glance as he made his way towards the entrance.

By the time you were walking through the entrance, and changing your shoes at the genkan, you could see Bakugou was already being passed a key for the room. That fucker, he didn't even wait for you. You kept your scowl, preparing to march past him and get your own room and hoping you would be far away from the explosive blond. And just as you were passing by him, nearly close enough to shoulder check him, he grabbed your elbow. You were jerked back rather aggressively, head-turning up sharply to the owner of the hand that dared to grab you.

"Let me go you dick, I still need to get my k—", the words stopped in your mouth, eyes zoning in on the key he was dangling in your face. No fucking way, you were not sharing a room with this fucking idiot. You'd rather sleep in the car.

"Don't give me that look, I tried for separate rooms. Lady said this was the only room left at such short notice, we're lucky she even let us stay." he frowned down at you, his hand slipping away from your elbow when he saw the resignation pass through your features.

For fuck sake, could today get any worse?

Bakugou was of course the first one to get to the room, not stopping to make sure you were behind him as he stepped inside and left the sliding door open for you. He went ahead dropping off his duffel bag near the closet that you assumed held the hopefully two futon mattresses. Deciding to explore the rest of what looked like it might be a family room or a couple room, it was large enough to house someone for a week or so given the size.

You walked past where Bakugou was, going straight for what you just prayed was a bathroom. Being stuck in a car for a good two hours or so after a long stakeout definitely didn't leave you smelling the greatest, all you wanted was a long shower and then the chance to sleep off your anger at the whole ordeal.

The door you came up to was a beautiful sliding one, it had intricate patterns painted onto it. Once open it revealed something you were hoping they wouldn't have, you knew this place was traditional but could they at least have an actual shower? you thought as you glared down at the small hot springs bath. Then again, this could also be a win in your books. Bakugou forbids you from going to the big main onsen, but can he stop you from getting into the private one?

You smirked to yourself, shuffling into the room and closing the door behind you. You made haste around the outside of the bath, digging out one of the bags they usually fill with soaps and a towel then you stripped completely off, kicking off the grimy feeling clothes.

Dipping your toes in first, the heat instantly washed over your body and you wasted absolutely no time getting in completely and submerging yourself entirely. Instant relief hit your body, muscles relaxing into the smooth stone of the bath wall, unable to stop the moan that left your lips.

Your mind drifted to the mission so far, everything that had gone down had been a bust. First, you were meant to just help Bakugou in infiltrating a suspected illegal quirk-enhancing drug ring and that was a waste of time, the lead was dead in the water the second Bakugou had burst down the door with you behind him. It was completely empty like someone had packed up everything and moved. Someone had tipped them off. Now that pissed both you and Bakugou off, but there was inside information that the gang was moving to a newer location, and that led to the days of stakeouts, tailing possible suspects and it all lead to nothing.

That was until you had received the tip that they were moving their way up north, albeit slowly to try and shake you off of their trail, but that's where the new lab was. And that's what led to this moment, it was frustrating, to say the least, but once this was all over with, and people learned that you were both involved in taking a drug off the streets that were destroying young adults who just wanted to feel a boost in their strength, you knew it would do well for you and your agency.

Having your head back and steam filling your mind made you unaware of the two crimson eyes that were practically smouldering from the doorway as they flicked from the relaxed expression on your face, how you were melted beneath the cloudy water and the sweat that was shining in the hollow of your throat.

He fucking hated the fact it had to be you for this mission, not only were you a bitch when you spoke to him but fuck, if it didn't turn him on. He hated how you fogged his brain when you snapped your jaws in his direction, spitting curses and matching his energy entirely. You were a tiny spitfire and if that didn't make him want to pin you beneath him and fuck you senseless, he didn't know what would.

Sucking at his teeth, he had enough of staring at you relaxing in the onsen—he hasn't forgotten the fact you somehow still went against his orders—so he slammed open the door that was next to him, loud enough to see your eyes snap open and immediately dart to the intruder. You submerged completely up to your chin, and he wasn't sure if the redness of your face was from the steam or if he had walked in on your naked.

"Get the fuck out!" you shrieked, not missing the way he rolled his eyes and went into the closet to pull out what looked like toiletries; toothpaste, toothbrushes etc. When his back was turned to you, you took the time to dive out of the water and grab the towel you discarded, hastily wrapping it around yourself to go towards the other part of the bathroom that would house the sinks and toilet.

"Don't get your panties twisted princess, not like you have anything I want to see anyway." A big fat lie on Bakugou's behalf but where's the fun in letting you know that?

"Shut the fuck up, fucking perv." you snapped on your way past him, holding the top of the towel tight over your chest. You were about to step into the tiled room when a hot hand was clamped around your upper arm and whirling you around until your back was slammed against the wall. You wheezed at the air being forced out of your lungs, wincing at the pain that shot up your spine.

Bakugou was practically snarling in your face, an ugly scowl that radiated his irritation with the way you keep speaking to him. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" his voice wasn't loud like it usually was when he was pissed, it was low and dark. Somehow he sounded scarier than he did when he was all booming voice when shouting at a villain.

You met his gaze, the look in his eye should've scared you but it sent a surge of heat tumbling through your stomach and down to the apex of your thighs. He looked dangerous and so fucking hot. You wanted to speak back, tell him again to shut the fuck up but you couldn't find it within you. Your chest was rising and falling, pressing hard against his was enough to alert you to his proximity. He had you pressed entirely between the wall and his entire body, you could feel every deep breath he pulled in.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" he taunted, head tilting as he lost his scowl and replaced it with a downright mean smirk, he knew what that look on your face was. You found the whole thing arousing, and doing a very terrible job at schooling your expressions.

Something finally clicked in your mind, and he watched the way your lips curled into that snarl he fucking loved to see when you were arguing back at him. "I said, shut the fuck up, fuckin' pe—", his hand was clamped around your jaw, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and long fingers. Your head thumped back against the wall, earning a whimper that seemed to just light up the eyes of the blonde with something indescribable.

"Watch your mouth, princess, or else," he warned, seeing the way your eyes were wide with possible fear, but he saw the arousal and felt the way your thighs clenched together from how closely pressed he was against you.

The silence seemed to please him, and he started to grin and leaned in to speak to you again. "Good girl, you know your pla—" he flinched his head back at the wet feeling that hit his face. You were snarling now, growling like some feral animal in his grip. You fucking spat at him, and he couldn't believe the audacity of it for a second, completely stunned.

"You fucking idiot." was all he hissed before he launched himself forward, lips knocking hard into your own and forcing your head to slam against the wall again. He kept the iron grip on your face as he tried to consume you entirely through your mouth, there was nothing nice about it, it was all teeth and sharp movements. You felt a mixture of saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, leaving a stringy mess behind.

His hips rutted against your own, and he groaned deep at the sound of your moans. The second your lips parted, he squeezed harder with his fingers on either side of your jaw to keep your mouth open when he backed away just enough to hover over you, sucking all the moisture up to gather it on his tongue before letting it drip down and into your own mouth. His hand slipped down to give enough pressure on your jaw to force it closed. "Swallow." he said in a tone that was pure sin.

You couldn't have denied him if you wanted to, the way he was looking at you was like he wanted to eat you whole and you think you want him to. So you swallow the spit in your mouth, earning you a deep groan of approval before his lips were back onto yours and easily prying your mouth open with his tongue.

"Bakugo—" you whined against his lips, earning a light slap on your cheek which left you speechless, in any other circumstance you might've retaliated but with the heat that suddenly pooled between your bare thighs, you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips.

"If you're gonna say my name, then call me Katsuki." his knee moved to nestle between your thighs, effortlessly spreading you open with just the thickness of his muscles. "Got it?" his words but a whisper of warm breath against your bruised lips.

The second you nodded your head he swooped down, large hands gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You yelped, grabbing a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and trying to not look at the smirk on his face showing that he was having far too much fun in pulling those sweet sounds from you.

He re-occupied your lips, somehow managing to carry you the entire way until he was back in the main room. Bakugou lowered down onto his knees slowly, before you felt the soft material of the futon on your bare shoulders. He hovered over you like a looming beast, eyes narrowed downwards and that's when you registered the cool air against your breasts.

You made no move to cover them up, however, chest heaving when you met his gaze again. He looked wrecked, his own lips were bruised and coated with spit and he just couldn't decide on what part of your body to settle his gaze on. "Tell me you want this, tell me you want me to fuck you." he managed to say through gritted teeth like he was fighting something deep inside.

The way he spoke was complete filth, the words sounding so fucking good coming from him in that deep baritone voice. "Please." you gasp, hands grasping the sides of his soft t-shirt that he must've changed in whilst you were in the private onsen. "Please fuck me, Katsuki."

You watched as Katsuki's eyes roll back with the deep groan that you felt vibrate through your hands. "Fuck." was all he managed to say before he dove straight back in, lips smashing against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands were now travelling along your body, his blunt nails dragging down along your sides before they latched onto the fat of your thighs, and with an easy yank, your bare lower half was pressed flush against his clothed hips.

And then you felt it when he rutted his hips forward to slot right up against you, he was fucking big. He was practically hunched over you, caging you in underneath his body when he moved his head to the side and let his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"Gonna be a good girl for me, and listen to what I fuckin' say?" he gruffed, groaning when he gave a particularly hard rut of his hips against your own at the thought of you being so pliable under his hands, and just letting him have his way with you.

Your hand snaked up along the expanse of his back and shoulders until you carded your hand through his hair and yanked. Hard. His head jerked back with the motion, hissing with pain. "And what if I don't?", perhaps you should've listened to the tiny voice in the back of your head telling you to not provoke the beast of a man, especially with the way his nostrils flared and that look of something like hate filled his eye at just how fucking disobedient you are.

You yelped when he grabbed at your body, manhandling you so you were on your hands and knees before him. "You're such a fuckin' brat, you know that?" he grunted, leaning up so his hips stayed aligned with your own. "You need'ta learn to not run your fuckin' mouth all the time." A harsh slap against your ass cheek had you lurching forward, hands curling into fists against the bedsheets.

Bakugou couldn't believe the sight before him, sure he might've had fantasies of fucking you within an inch of your life if it meant you'd stop challenging him so fucking much. But fuck, it was a different story when you were kneeling before him, whimpering with each slap to your ass and thighs he delivered. His hands grabbed against your ass, spreading you wide and he moaned, loud and deep. You were dripping.

"You fucking slut. I knew you loved this shit." his thumbs dipped down, hooking against the side of your pussy to spread you nice and open for his eyes. It was frankly embarrassing, but with the groans and the rubbing of his hard cock against the back of your thigh it was enough to make you shameless.

You squirmed a little in his grasp, "Stop fuckin' staring and fuck me already!" you tried your hardest to sound assertive, to gain back a bit of the control he was holding over you but it came out so whiny, so needy and he chuckled, all mean and low.

"So needy." he clicked his tongue, and then there was a shuffle of something behind you. You vaguely recognised the sound of his sweatpants and shirt being yanked off and tossed somewhere before you felt the weight of his cock against your ass, it was hot and heavy. You bucked your hips up instinctively, earning another swat on your ass.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he gripped himself, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your dripping slit to gather up some of the slick. "God, you're fuckin' soaked. Haven't even done anything to you yet, you really are a slut huh." he was mostly rambling to himself, memorised at the way he could see you clenching around nothing.

He was going to fucking ruin you.

"Shut the fuc—" your words broke off into a high-pitched whine when he thrust his hips forward abruptly, not even being able to seat himself all the way to the hilt with how tightly you were gripping down on him. He groaned, large hands splaying out along your ass to spread you wider so he could watch himself slowly drag his way back out before thrusting back in.

The wet squelching was downright filthy, it was embarrassing how wet he had you when all he did was get mean with you. He managed to work his way down to the base of his cock, balls pressed tight against your throbbing clit. "Oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight." he hissed between gritted teeth, eyes locked on his cock and the ring forming at the base of his cock as you tried to milk him for all he's worth.

He didn't give you a chance to relax around his length, instantly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock was nestled inside of you, then he thrust forward. Hard and fast, the pace never faltered from this rhythm he had created. His hands slipped down to your waist, gripping you just above your hips so he could throw you back against his own hips just as hard as he was thrusting into you.

The wet smack, smack, smack, was loud enough to be heard from the next room over you were sure of it, but all you could think of was the huge cock that was brutally being fucked into you with no remorse. "Always knew you wanted me to fuck ya, no wonder you were such a brat," he grunted between his thrusts, the heavy breathing making it sound like his words were being growled out.

"You just wanted me to put you in your place." And he didn't miss a beat as he pulled out, grabbing a hold of one leg and flipping you over onto your back, and already buried back inside of your warm wet heat. Groaning at the feeling of you clamping down on him at the intrusion. He hoisted one leg up over his shoulder, the other being spread wide to the side so he had a good view of your beautiful pussy.

The hand holding your thigh shifted upwards, thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and your body jolted forward, a loud moan escaping your mouth. And Bakugou just laughed lowly, enjoying how easy it was to get reactions out of you. He didn't relent in his stroking against your clit and his thrusts were just getting harsher, easily breaking the tight grip your pussy had on him when you started to tense up with an impending orgasm.

"Oh shit, you're gettin' real tight." he flicked his eyes away from your pussy, and shit he thought he could cum just from the sight of you. Your head was thrown back, lips parted all bruised and spit covered, and your chest was heaving with your tits bouncing hard in time with each of his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me princess?"

You nodded your head, before yelping and flinching at the slap he delivered directly against your clit. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his glare. "Use your words or I won't let you cum." and you knew he meant it, he would make sure you didn't get off whilst he abused your pussy until he met his end.

"P-Please," you gasped, hands uncurling from the bedsheets to grab ahold of his neck. "Wan' cum, please, lemme cum 'suki." the tone you were using was whiny, so needy and you felt the effect it had on Bakugou as he twitched hard deep inside of you.

"Good fuckin' girl." his thumb pressed harder against your clit, resuming the tight circles he was drawing in time with his hard thrusts. "Cum for me."

And you did, loud and hard. Your entire body tensed up as a hot heat washed over your body from head to toe, the leg over his shoulder tensed up and your heel dug into his back causing him to fall forward and hunch over you. The orgasm was probably one of the strongest you had in a while, and it felt good, but he kept fucking rubbing. You reopened your eyes to see a mean grin on his face, eyes alight with mischief.

"One more, I know you can do it sweetheart." he knew he had a short window here to push you straight into another orgasm, so he pulled out abruptly and replaced his cock with three of his fingers. The pace he used was just as aggressive as his hips, his fingers curled up and pressed against that one spot that had you seeing white.

You screamed.

Everything went white behind your eyelids, head pressing hard against the futon beneath you. "Holy fuckin' shit." Bakugou rasped, his fingers no longer in your pussy but instead rubbing hard against you, that's when you registered the wetness coating your thighs and dripping down your ass to soak into the bed.

"Who would've guessed, you're a fuckin' squirter." He sounded far too happy, overjoyed in fact. "You're doin' that again, but on my cock this time." and just like that he was buried back deep inside of you, hoisting both of your legs up over the bend of his arm and folding you effortlessly into a mating press.

He was really pounding into you now, the wet smacking of his hips against your ass was far too loud for anyone to not know what was happening in the confines of your room. "K-Kat.. 'suki! T'much, it's t'much!" your hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Nah, you can fuckin' take it." was all he supplied before he angled his hips just so, your legs tensed up in his arms causing your own hips to raise effortlessly to meet his thrusts. It was going to happen again, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your eyes were locked with his own, his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth slightly agape as he worked extra hard to make sure you squirted all over his cock.

"Cum for me." and like the obedient slut you were, you came. He groaned loud at the wetness splashing against his abs, dripping down along his thighs and making the mess even worse. "Fuckin' filthy bitch." he snarled, and his thrusts somehow got rougher, effortlessly pinning you in place as he worked towards his end.

Bakugou leaned down, your knees pressed into the bed next to your head and his lips found yours. The kisses weren't long, but they were just as messy and so fucking hot. He broke apart the kiss to moan, an actual moan that had your core tightening up abruptly, and that was enough to throw him over the edge. He came with a deep groan of your name, his hips never once stopping as he fucked his cum deep inside of you.

Slowly with stuttering thrusts, he began to pull out, making sure his cum was all inside. And when he pulled out with a lewd squelching pop, he instantly moved his gaze down to your still clenching hole that was starting to push out his cum in thick white globs down along your pussy and between your ass cheeks. It was fucking filthy, and he was staring like it was a work of art.

You whined, trying to close your legs to relieve the ache and Bakugou must've switched out of the mindset of ruining you because he got up abruptly, and you watched the muscles in his back flex as he made his way towards the bag of toiletries he had dropped in his haste to grab you at the start of this all.

He returned not long after, kneeling back down so he could swipe something damp and warm between your legs making you jolt. He laughed, "Hold still, 'm just cleanin' up the mess." and you relaxed slowly, letting him swipe along your thighs and along your still throbbing sex to make sure he cleaned up everything he could. Then he was scooting you across from the ruined bed onto the clean one, and it vaguely registered in your mind that he had set up two beds with the intention of not sharing.

You remained laying on the bed, sweat now cooling on your slightly heaving chest. You felt gross, truly, but the idea of having to move your legs and get back into the bath sounded like far too much work. A heavy weight shifted next to you, pulling the blankets back until you were buried beneath the soft material and a warm hard body was wrapped around you.

Bakugou breathed in deep against the back of your head, eyes fluttering closed as the post-sex hormones settled deep in his bones, he doesn't think he's ever felt so relaxed after fucking someone. Perhaps it's because he knows he's got you right where he wants you now.

You shifted a little in the bed, the ache between your thighs making you hiss a little. A rumble was felt on your back before you heard the laughter, "Stop moving, get to fuckin' sleep." and he grinned to himself at the fact you didn't fight back, just curling more into the blanket and pressing your body further back into his plush chest.

Yeah, he's got you right where he wants you and he knows he'll be buried inside of you again sooner rather than later.

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springseasonie · 11 months

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the person who requested jaehyun x virgin reader 🫣 could i please request that🤭

That's what friends are for (M)

Warnings: sexual content, manipulation, super naive and uninformed reader, reader wears glasses, jaehyun has a bit of a glasses kink, big dick jaehyun, he has a thing for virgins too, unprotected but he pulls out, corruption kink

Word count: 2,6k

A/N: you ask and you shall receive. This is the first thing I've written in a minute so I'm a little rusty. It's also a bit out of comfort zone so I hope it isn't too horrible to read

"But Jaehyun…my parents said you only do this with people you like."

Jaehyun's frame was looking over yours, staring down at you with gentle eyes. You were so pretty, so cute, so innocent with your glasses. The lenses made your eyes look bigger than they actually were and he couldn't get enough of it. The small pout on your lips turned him on so much, he just wanted to stick his dick in your mouth. "You don't like me?" His words were calm and soft, not trying to scare you away.

"I do," you perked up, trying not to make him feel bad. "But I like you as a friend."

Jaehyun stood there watching you innocently batting your lashes at him. You had no idea what you were doing, making the interaction all the more perfect. You in your pretty skirt, the ac in his room blasting making your nipples show through your top. "But you still like me right?"

"I guess.."

Jaehyun chuckled softly, his soft deep voice erupting from his throat in the most controlled way possible. "Friends are supposed to trust each other Y/N. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you silly," you laugh softly.

"Then this can just be a friendly thing okay? Are you okay with that?" Jaehyun didn't even realize how close he was to you now, but you did. You can feel his body heat radiating on yours. You started to feel butterflies form in your stomach. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but this time it felt a little different.

"J-jaehyun," you stuttered. "I feel a little….weird."

He licked his lips, a small smirk tugging on his mouth. He knew exactly what you meant but he wanted you to say it. "How baby? You gotta tell me."

"I feel weird," you repeat. "Down there."

Jaehyun watched you point to your core, chuckling dryly at your actions. "Your pussy?"

You let out a small gasp at his crass language as you fixed your glasses. But for some reason, it continued to light the fire in your belly, the fire now traveling between your legs. "Jaehyun, language!"

"I can help you with it, you know," he said, the look in his eyes changing. "But I need you to trust me baby."

"I-I trust you."

"Good." Jaehyun sits on his bed, resting his back on the head board. He patted the spot between his legs, beckoning you to sit. You obliged, crawling onto the bed sitting in front of him. He shook his head, hunger in his eyes as he looked at you. "I don't want you to face me. Not for this."

You cocked your head to the side confused. You looked like a lost puppy. You were so cute to Jaehyun, and you would be cuter cumming on his cock. Even though you were confused, you still listened, turning around to face away from him. You let out a small help when Jaehyun drags you to him, arms around you tight as he presses his chest into your back.

"Y/N.." his voice sent a shiver down your spine making you involuntarily lean into him. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

Silently, Jaehyun reaches his arms around your body, pulling your legs apart. You don't say anything or even move, just letting him do whatever. He said he could help you right? Jaehyun moves his hands to your skirt, lifting the flowy fabric unveiling your baby blue panties.

"Fuck," he sighed

"W-what?"

"You're so wet." He put his hands between your legs, fingers circling the wet spot on your panties. You watched him, brows knitting at the foreign feeling. Feeling your glasses slip on your nose, you fix them quickly, making Jaehyun chuckle. "Does it feel good?"

You nodded, still staring at his hand. He removed his and took yours, placing it on your clothed cunt. Jaehyun pressed your hand against your clit, making you moan softly. He circles your hand slowly, breathing heavily along with you.

"W-will this help me," you whispered, eyes never leaving what's going on between your legs.

"Maybe." Jaehyun moves your hand over, holding his fingers on your panties and pulling them to the side. You were so wet, your arousal making your cunt glisten. Jaehyun's fingers touched your bare clit, making you jump. He rubbed circles in you, a soft whine escaping your lips. "But this will. I want you to touch yourself okay?"

"N-no, I want you to do it," you said breathlessly. "Please just help me."

Your pleading went right to his dick, he felt himself becoming harder and harder behind you. every time you moved it rubbed right against him giving him pure pleasure. Jaehyun scooped your arousal on his fingers and rubbed it all over your core. Both of you were silent, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of his AC and heavy breathing. Jaehyun began to rub your clit in circles.

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

"Mhm," you whimper. "I never felt this way before."

"I know baby, I know," he cooed softly. "But you like it." Jaehyun rubbed your clit faster, making you moan even more. You didn't know what to do with your hands so you grabbed his other hand, holding it tight.

"I-I'm sorry if I'm hurting you," you whimpered, fixing your glasses as you stared down at his hand.

You were so sweet, so cute and innocent. Even with his hands on your pussy, your cuteness didn't fade. "It's okay, just keep still like that."

"O-okay."

Jaehyun kept rubbing your clit, kissing your neck softly as you moaned and whimpered. Your legs start to spread wider, slowly grinding your hips on his hand. Your glasses were beginning to annoy you, so you took them off, throwing them somewhere on his bed.

"That's it baby girl keep moving like that," he said in your ear. "I'm gonna put a finger in your pussy. Are you okay with that?"

"It doesn't hurt right?" You looked back at him, gulping as his fingers left your clit and teased your entrance, dipping his finger tip in and out. Jaehyun gave you a soft smile, kissing you as you moaned softly on his lips.

"No it won't hurt. Now be a good girl and let me take care of you." Jaehyun slowly pushed his finger in you, your face twisting in pleasure. He wants to go faster, growing impatient with the slowness of everything. He wants to just bend you over and fuck you open, make you cum over and over. But for now, he was going to be very careful.

"Jae oh my god," you moaned softly watching his finger thrust in and out of you. "T-this feels so good."

"Yeah? You like my fingers in your pretty cunt?" Jaehyun chuckled darkly when you closed your eyes in embarrassment. "Don't look away baby, keep watching. Watch my fingers fuck your pussy."

"Jaehyun please," you plead softly.

"Please what baby? Use your words."

"I…I think I need more," you whined breathlessly.

Jaehyun pushed another finger in you slowly, the stretch making you reach back trying to find his hand to hold. Jaehyun placed his hand in yours, clasping your hands letting you squeeze. You were so tight on his fingers. Jaehyun had a thing for virgins, loving the feeling of stripping away the pure veil over their bodies, but usually he would leave those girls alone afterwards. He wasn't a good guy but you didn't know and you would've never guessed. But he knew he could never leave you alone after this. Your cute glasses, pretty smile, soothing voice - Jaehyun is obsessed.

Moans spilled from your mouth, unable to control these foreign noises you've been making for a while now. It felt so good, almost a little too good. You begin grinding your hips on his fingers as he pumps them in you, the fire in your belly raging, growing bigger and bigger.

"Jaehyun…oh fuck." You don't swear often, but when you do it's always something super light. So when Jaehyun hears you drop an f bomb, a dark smile spreads on his face - he's got you in his clutches.

"Keep going, pretty girl," he whispered, tone so sweet and gentle. "Just like that. You're doing a good job."

"J-jaehyun, I-I don't know what this feeling is.."

"Is it a tight ball in your stomach?"

You nodded, choked whines falling from your tongue as you grinded against his fingers.

"That means you're about to cum," he whispered in your ear. "Cum babygirl, cum all over my hand."

Jaehyun pumped his fingers in you harder, palm of his hand rubbing against your clit at the same time. Your body tenses up, core squeezing around his fingers as he pumped them. You came for the first time with a loud moan, jaw dropping when your very first orgasm washes over your body. "Good girl," he cooed. "You did so well, pretty girl."

Your body was slumped on his, a soft whine on your lips as he removed his finger from your dripping core. "I-I did?"

"Yeah. And I think you're ready now baby," he said, voice low and deep. You don’t know what he means at first but then you start feeling his hard cock rub against you, making you gasp and go still. "Do you think you can take it?"

"I…I don't know Jaehyun," you said quietly. He let go of your hand, placing it on your inner thigh.

"I thought you wanted me to help you baby." Jaehyun planted side kisses on the back of your neck, making you fall into his touch. "Besides we're friends right? Friends help each other when they need it."

You gave into him, not because of his words but because you wanted more. You were curious. Many people your age have always said you were way too oblivious for your age, but you were extremely sheltered your whole life. But now that the opportunity was right in front of you, you had to take it. Besides, he was just helping you. "Okay Jae, I can take it."

"I know you can, but instead of me doing all the work, I really want to teach you something okay?"

"O-okay."

"Stand up," he instructed. You did as you were told, standing up off the bed. "Take off your clothes."

You gulped and started removed your skirt, pulling the fabric off you and letting it fall to your ankles. Then went your shirt. You were nervous about taking your shirt off. No one has ever seen your chest not even your mother, but you trust him. You didn't see him take his cock out, but when the pink fabric unveiled your eyes, it was in his hand. Jaehyun was big and hard. It was your first time ever seeing a dick, you didn't mean to be so fascinated, but you just couldn't stop staring. You watched him as he pumped his cock slowly, eyeing your body as you stood there.

Shaking your head, snapping out of your own thoughts, you finally removed your panties. Your body was now on fire, the wetness in your legs coming back. You felt so vulnerable with the way he was looking at you, and for some reason you liked it.

"Good girl. Now I want you to put on your glasses and climb on top of me." Jaehyun licked his lips watching you climb on top of him, straddling him on your knees. He took his cock, lining his tip with your entrance. The head of his cock was directly on your wet core, making you shiver. "Sit on it."

"S-sit on it? I don't think it'll fit."

"It'll fit," he said, staring at your open legs. "I know it will. You can make it happen for me, can't you?"

You nodded fast, licking your lips as you fixed your glasses. "I can do it." You placed your hands on his chest as you started sinking onto him. You were only able to get his tip in before you stopped, completely taking in the stretch between your legs.

"Fuck," you whimpered. You wanted to just stop there, but you promised Jaehyun you could take all of him and you really hated disappointing people. You let your body sink down further, the stretch becoming way more evident.

Jaehyun loved watching you struggle to take him. It was so cute to see how determined you were, how bad you didn't wanna let him down. "You're doing so well Y/N," he encouraged softly. "Take your time baby."

"You're so big," you squeak. "Jaehyun, I feel so full."

"I know baby, just a little more." Jaehyun watched you screw your eyes shut soft moans and whimpers spilling from your lips as you sunk yourself until you were fully sitting on him.

"Holy shit," you whispered, hand weakly moving to fix your glasses. Jaehyun moved your hand away, fixing the frames for you. You couldn't even process what was going on. You were completely delirious and completely full, but it felt so good.

"You're so fucking good," he breathed out. You were so tight, so snug around him, he was probably going to cum once you started moving. But Jaehyun had good self control and he needed to see you fuck yourself on his cock for as long as possible. "Move up and down for me."

"L-like this?" You moved on top of his body, trembling at the feeling of him going in and out of you. You couldn't even speak, let alone moan. Your jaw dropped, brows furrowing at the sensation as you silently rode him.

"That feels good doesn't it," he sighed, watching your fucked out body ride him. "You're doing so good today, making your friend happy."

You gulped, biting your bottom lip hard as you moved on top of his cock slowly. The friction of his dick inside you makes you shiver from the sensitivity. Jaehyun holds your hands that were pressed on his chest, a dopey smile plastered all over his face, having you right where he wanted. You held his hands as you moved on top of him, your hips starting to speed up as. Jaehyun loved that your glasses slowly fell down your nose bridge with every little movement. He always told you to get new ones but they were your favorite pair. He found it cute.

"Jaehyun, I think I might cum," you moaned, echoing his words from prior.

"You're gonna cum all over my cock princess?"

You nodded fast, glancing between his face and hands. Your whines and whimpers became increasingly loud, pants and curses spilling from your innocent lips. "Oh fuck," you whimpered. Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as you squeezed around his cock still bouncing as you came. Before you could even regain your senses, Jaehyun lifts you off of him quickly.

You watch him breathing heavily as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it quickly. You watched him quickly cum in his hand, the white liquid spilling over his fingers as he moaned loudly. Jaehyun looked over to you with a smirk breathing heavily.

"Did I do good," you asked, fluttering your lashes at him.

"You did so good," he confirmed.

"Do you think…" You looked away from him shyly, your face becoming hot realizing how vulnerable you were at the moment. "Do you think you can help me again? The next time I feel…weird."

"I definitely can. I mean that's what friends are for, right?"

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chiiyuuvv · 6 months

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• WORD COUNT — 1k • AUTHOR'S NOTE — cute idea i had but had no intentions writing it.. so enjoy my bullet points!!

It all started when you were first introduced to the friend group, catching sungchans attention immediately at you shy but reserved aura

But all that shyness flutters away when sungchan musters up the courage to talk to you, quickly learning that you two have similar interests, along with living near each other

And so a friendship blooms. You and sungchan get closer while your new (his) friends tease the couple, saying how obvious you liked each other, yet you always shooed the idea off

Its a few months later when sungchan suggests that you go to a party with him. Sungchan loved meeting new people and acting 'crazy', and plus, youre always stuck in your room. "you gotta get out more," he'd bump your shoulder as you walked to class

And you're almost sure that you'll tell sungchan no, until he sends you a big pair of puppy eyes, bring his hands together with a pout.. he was almost on his knees. You hate him for it, showing up at the blasting house after school hours

"You came!!" He would gasp as he opens the door, clapping his hands proudly as he leads you inside

But despite sungchans warm welcome, you found yourself uncomfortable about the amount of people, leaving the house to get some quiet air

And although you tell him to stay inside, enjoy the party, hes right behind you, refusing to leave your side

You open up to him, saying the reason why you were so quiet, the reason why you hated being around people was because of your past school. You were constantly ignored no matter how many times you tried to make friends, so over time you shut down, finding comfort with being by yourself

Sungchans a very clear extrovert, so when you say that you didnt have any friends, his heart immediately breaks. He starts apologizing even though he didnt do anything at all, feeling so bad about your misfortune that he swears that he'd be with you no matter what

Hes also confused onto why you were so okay about it. The only that felt your lips was a sad chuckle, he would have been crying in your shoes. So he stops walking, being out his arms. "Need a hug?" You almost run into his arms, tucking your head into his chest as he rubs your back, still saying how sorry hes feeling

And after that day, sungchan was your best friend. Someone you could talk to no matter the mood. Someone you cherished ♡

YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE?! AHAHAHAH

Now, sungchans friends are really sure that you at least like each other, even in the slightest

But you're both persistent. Sungchan didn't want to be wrong and you didnt want to assume anything, as you both really enjoyed each others company, and was not about to risk it for some stupid feelings

But the boys are sick and tired of your endless pinning, pulling sungchan aside when youre in the bathroom and telling him how much sungchan is in love with you

And after the several points they made, suddenly everything clicks. The amount of time and effort sungchan put into your relationship, the boys were finally making sense

And since hes aware of his feelings, hes a little shy, avoiding your eyes so he doesnt stare at you lovingly and embarrass himself. When youre not looking he'd finally turn to your direction, a smile on his face as he watches your side profile glow

Sungchan starts to get some desires. It isnt creepy or sexual in any way; he just wants to cuddle you and hug you and squish your cheeks. But most importantly he wants to kiss you. So bad. Like soo bad

Sungchan randomly calls you to walk around the park that was nearby your houses, worry taking over you as he normally calls ahead of time

He starts complaining about how he feels sick. But not sick sick, love sick. He's found this girl that hes head over heals for, someone he wanted to spend his life with, someone that was you. But you didnt know he was talking about you, your heart going into void as he continues to rant about the nameless girl

Before he can reveal the identity, hes called home, giving you a quick hug because you made him feel better

But he made you feel bad

You spend the night and early morning crying your eyes out. You wanted to push away your broken heart, just be happy for the boy but you just cant. You felt broken

Sungchan comes to school happier than usual, ready to see your pretty face that was.. frowning..?? And avoiding him.. did he do something wrong?

Its only when hes talking to wonbin that he realizes hes the source to your problem, sending you a quick text to meet him at the park, same time

He continues to talk about his nameless crush, watching you hold back your tears as he just couldnt take it anymore.

"Whats wrong?" He whispers, pulling you close as he begins to wipe your tears away. He gets a little angry when you keep refusing to talk to him, telling him repeatedly that everythings alright when youre face is close to a rivers

So he apologizes, which makes you feel confused, as he smashes his lips onto yours

"You.. you're the girl I've been talking about." He lightly strokes your cheek, his eyes watering at thought of making you cry over him. "I should have told you sooner.. im so sorry for making you wait." He'd pull you into a hug, his voice cracking. He really feels so bad

After telling him plenty of times that its alright, that he didnt do this intentionally, you suggest that he comes over for dinner, so you can talk (kiss) about this more

It all started when hes interacting and laughing with your parents and siblings, feeling so connected and happy that you felt your heart warm of joy, knowing that hes the one. And with his very obvious glances, you can confirm that he feels the same ♡

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scenezfreak · 4 months

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Okay but erm.....BEN with a scene girl and he's just so horny and perverted towards her. And she's just so embarrassed. (he convinces her to let him fuck her and proceeds to tease her about it while its happening dfjghdfkjghj)

A/N: Yes omg I adore scene style, I’m actually scene/emo too! I’m both depending on what I’m feeling that day LMAO.. Also I hc that BEN would definitely blast Brokencyde at 2am 🫡

“Say it.”

Ben drowned x fem!Scene!reader

Warnings: Rough? Ben, Ben worshipping reader, hair tugging, makeout sesh, creampie, feral Ben

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Ben loved your style, that’s mostly what made him so interested in you. He adored watching you get ready in the morning, your extensions, makeup, your clothes…god, was he addicted. You even let him pick out what color and style of extensions you got, he helped you straighten your hair and style it everyday. He’s oddly good at styling hair..but you’re happy either way.

It was so refreshing to have someone who supported your style especially since the style wasn’t really popular anymore and people had different standards. Ben loved being around you too, which you took notice that he was a big more cuddly and touchy more than usual lately. “Ben, you okay?” You didn’t look away from what you were doing. He was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head buried in your neck, he hummed.

“Mhm, jus’ thinking” he replied. “Bout?” You asked, his reply was almost too immediate, you felt his warm breath in your ear, “thinking about all the ways I could pleasure you, my love”. Your face burst into flames and you ripped yourself from his grasp, turning to look at him, putting your hand to your ear in shock. He laughed, “what’s wrong? Too shy?” You huff and turn away, embarrassed.

He’s quick to push you against a wall, not too hard but enough so you know he’s serious. “You’re just looking so pretty lately, I can’t help myself from thinking about you. His hand comes up to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses you softly. Your lips are so soft against him it almost convinces him that he’s in heaven.

Your hands push him away a bit and you look away, your face more flushed than before. He raises a brow, “do you not want it?” He asked concerned. Your eyes meet his, “I don’t know..I’m just scared.” Your hands fidget a little. “I’m not sure if I’d be any goo-“ your sentence was cutoff by another kiss from him. “Don’t say that, it’s okay..I’ll guide you through it.

You sigh, unsure about whether to go through with it or not. “Please, I’ll make you feel so good princess..just let me taste you.” He almost pouts. You nod slowly, “B-but if it gets too much then we’re going to stop..” His eyes light up and kisses you for a third time, to which this one you give in.

His hands hesitantly rub up and down the sides of your body. You’ve both kissed before but this one was rougher, especially when his tongue licked across your bottom lip. You let him in, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth made heat rush to your core. You whimper into the kiss then feel him smirk. His hands grip your waist when he feels your hands that were gripping his shirt move up to wrap around his neck and grip his hair, pushing him closer.

“fuck baby..” he mumbles into the kiss, he wanted to taste you so bad. He pulls away and takes your hand to lead you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge. “Spread your legs for me, lovely.” You nod shyly and spread your legs open. Ben slides off your pants and underwear off. His eyes stare at your dripping cunt. “So wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” He teases. You huff and close your legs but he’s quicker and stops you immediately.

You shudder when he glares at you, warning you to not do it again. He spreads your legs back open and pushes them up, you fall and your back hits the mattress that you were sitting on. “Ben what- AH F-FUCK!” You moan out, his tongue immediately starts attacking your clit. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arches. His tongue moves from your clit to your hole. His tongue slides in and he’s practically eating you like you’re his last meal.

“Taste so good.” His voice is muffled by the wet sounds of your cunt. You can’t hold back the moans he’s pulling from you. You were already so close, one of your hands grab his hair, careful not to tug him too hard. He moans, sending vibrations to your poor aching cunt. Your hips are bucking up, he can tell you’re close and that’s enough motivation to make him keep going. You’re finally tipped over the edge, your cum coats the lower half of his face and he happily laps it all up.

He quickly moves up and over you, the bottom half of his face is covered in your slick, “Feel good, baby?” You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “..We can go further if you want.” You said. He finished wiping off his face and looked at you with hearts practically forming in his eyes. “Really? You want to?” He asked almost too excitedly. You giggle and nod, “Of course, you said you wanted to make me feel good, right?”

Oh boy, Ben was waiting forever for this moment, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes while you did the same, your shirt and bra hit the floor next to his clothes. He stared at you, you were absolutely beautiful. In his eyes you were an Angel. “Can I touch you..?” He wanted confirmation before he did. “Yes, please touch me.” Your face returned to the same red hue it was when he started teasing you.

He trailed soft kisses from your neck down to your chest. You felt his warm mouth suck your nipple while his hand rubbed the other one. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm you whined, “Ben..” He smirked, “still sensitive, princess?” He kissed your forehead. “You’re hard..” you whispered when you felt his cock poke your thigh. “All ‘cuz of you, baby. You want it deep inside?” He whispered that last part, causing you to go shy again.

“Wanna hear you say you want it deep inside of you baby” one of his hands cupped your cheek, you look up with him. He literally saw the universe through your eyes, they were like jewels to him. “I want it deep inside, please Ben..need it so bad.” Hearing you beg like that made his cock twitch, he pushed you back down on the bed and opened your legs before slapping his cock against your wet cunt a couple of times, causing you to jolt.

He slowly pushed the tip in, then some more. Letting you get adjusted before he moved in further. He helped you calm down by kissing your neck and playing with your nipples. When you gave him the green light he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His pace remained slow and soft at first but he just couldn’t hold himself back..the way you were clenching around him made a switch flip in his brain.

He leaned down, his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them against your torso. You were moaning so loud from his brutal pace, and he showed no signs of slowing down. With every thrust his balls slapped against your ass, the room filled with obscene noises. “Be-holy shit Ben!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his back but he didn’t mind a little pain, he could handle it.

He started kissing your neck, sucking dark circles into the skin. You knew there’d be a mark left but you could care less. You both got closer, “Y/N I’m about to cum..ohmygodd” his words were slurred, he was pussy drunk off of you. You whined out “me too” and without warning he slammed into you one last time and came. The feeling of his hot seed filling you pushed you over the edge and caused your own orgasm. He helped you both ride through your high, still clinging to each other as you caught your breaths.

He looked down at you, “fuck I’m sorry..I went too rough.” He rubbed away some of your tears that formed from how hard he was fucking you. “That felt amazing, Ben..thank you.” You cupped his face and kissed him. Now it was his turn to become flustered. He smiled, “Let me go get something to clean you up with, you’re a mess” he laughed. “Hey! You were the one who caused it.” You huffed out. He kissed your cheek, “I know, and I’m happy I did.”

#NAP TIME #creepypasta #smut #creepypasta smut #ben drowned smut #ben drowned

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Bimbo Superstar!!

Warnings: Stalking, manipulation, perversion, icky themes, age gap (reader isn't a minor guys), reader a straight bimbo, possessiveness, death threats, obsession, mentions of him getting off to you, getting dirty in the kitchen, non con, threats,

A/N: I made reader such a big bimbo but to be fair I was listening to literally every Ayesha Erotica song while writing this- I mean, have you heard 'I love you down'?! 'Dicktator'?!

You were famous, a superstar who stared in various movies, regardless of what they were about. romance, horror, crime, anything you get offered, you star in. Being a superstar meant having a large fanbase, some people idolizing you and others getting off to you. Not like you ever paid attention to the more dark side of your fanbase, you could care less about them.

In the eyes of the public, you were a little bit dumb, that's what they found most endearing about you. The way you always did risky things, the way you misunderstood comments people write about you and the way you would get all excited about childish shows or toys. Typically, fans would call you a 'bimbo'- not like you knew what that meant which only proved their point.

While out in public, you got stopped a lot by people asking for a photo or to get an autographed signed, some even asked for their face to be signed. One guy though caught your attention, he had accidently bumped into you but didn't apologize, instead he glanced at you with this grumpy look on his face. You were quick to apologize with a grin, assuming he's look less aggravated if you smiled at him. That did work usually.

Apparently not this time though because he just walked past you with no further words. You pouted and looked behind you, slightly offended he acted so nonchalantly. Weren't people supposed to get excited when you give them even a shred of affection? Why did this guy completely blow you off? You let out an upset little 'hmph' before turning back around and walking away.

You walked all the way home with a frown on your face, upset somebody had ignored you. You were pretty greedy for affection so even one person ignoring you was enough to upset you. The moment you arrived home you went to the bathroom, deciding to take a nice warm shower to cheer yourself up slightly. After taking off your clothes, you left them on a small stool which was next to the rail where your towel was thrown over. Unbeknownst to you, that guy you bumped into was anything but some grumpy old man. He bumped into you on purpose just so he could place a small mic in your pocket to hear your every move.

He practically ran home after bumping into you to boot up his laptop and listen to you with the microphone. He was obsessed with you. You were so pretty, so naive, so easy to mold into his perfect little girl. He just needed to know what made you tick so he could make you believe he was your soulmate. You were going to be dependent on him, he would make sure of that.

He monitored you for days, learning so much about you. He knew you like to sing in the shower, he knew you blasted the most bizarre music, he knew you were easily spooked, and he knew you usually had pasta for dinner, cereal in the morning, unhealthy snacks every hour in between. Of course, it wasn't enough. He needed to know more but he couldn't just keep listening, he'd never get satisfactory results that way. He needed to get closer so he decided to check your socials and find out when your next meet and greet was. He was glad you were famous, it made it that much easier to know your every move.

Thankfully for him, you had a meet and greet today. 'What luck, huh?' he thought to himself. He didn't need a ticket to get in, he just needed to wait outside the venue after it was over and then follow you home. God, it made him hard just thinking about stalking you home, getting to watch you sleep, even shower if he could. It would be so much better to jack off to you showering rather than searching some image of you on google and trying to get off to that. He couldn't wait.

He'd never gotten up so quick to get out of his apartment and head to the location, he didn't need to be early but it wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe he could take a few photos, even a video but that's mostly so he can zoom into your cleavage and see if he can get a little peak at what you're carrying. His phone was at 13 percent but he could give less fucks about that, he knows the photos he get would be sexy, your stupidity was such a turn on for him.

He walked to the venue, glad it wasn't far from his place because then he wouldn't have to tire himself out. He was still old after all, he wasn't keen to walk for over an hour. When he did make it, he walked around the outside looking for a side entrance to sneak into. Luck had to be on his side because he found exactly what he was looking for. He snuck in quietly to avoid drawing any attention to him. He had his phone in his pocket and his hand was clenched in a fist like he was ready to punch anyone who saw him.

You were currently sitting at a table signing autograph after autograph and receiving so many cute gifts from your fans- most of them being plushies to add to your already large plushie collection. You always smiled and giggled whenever they would compliment you, regardless of the meaning of the compliment.

Leon kept his eyes on you from the side, watching your movements and the expressive reactions you made every time someone spoke even just one word. He couldn't help but to wonder how expressive he could make you. Fuck, he'd pay good money just to fuck you one time- he had this image of you that you'd be a whiny little slut who would let him do anything as long as he complimented you. He'd love to grab those tits of yours, maybe finger your pussy and make you cum over and over for hours just on his fingers alone.

His thoughts got him through the next hour and his heart rate picked up when your little meet and greet was over. He got so excited at the idea of stalking you home just to watch your pretty little face when you sleep. He was also glad because he was sick of seeing other old men stare at you with sexual intent- only he could do that.

You gave the gifts you collected to some people and told them to deliver all of it to your house tomorrow. You wanted some time to clean up your collection of gifts before you added more to it. You had a grin on your face as you went to leave the venue, not through the main entrance but through the side entrance where Leon was. Leon wasn't sure what the fuck to do now. You were heading right towards him and it would be suspicious if he started running. He'd just have to play it off and act like he's allowed to be here. He was sure he could trick you, you weren't the smartest after all.

When you came closer, you noticed him and got excited. You recognized him from a few days ago as the old guy that ignored you. Seeing him here gave you hope that maybe he only ignored you yesterday because he was shy. You hoped if you acted friendly he would open up more and give you some affection so you went towards him, ready to make him super comfortable.

"Hi!! What are you doing back here?? Did you want to say hi to me?? You don't have to be shy, I love my fans!!" You say and Leon feels his cock strain against his pants. The look on your face made him hard for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were fishing for compliments, practically begging with those eyes- begging him.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart. Just a little shy to talk to someone with such a pretty face," he says with a small smirk. The blush that grew on your face would forever be imprinted in his mind. The giggle that came with it would be too. He was glad it was easy to please you, it just meant it was easy to get you in bed too. Maybe if he lied he could trick you quicker. Maybe he should pretend he's famous or rich, that would get you to submit quick, right?

"Since you're talking to me now, you don't mind if i get an autograph, do you? I might be a big shot but that doesn't mean I don't want special things from dolls like yourself," he speaks, lying right through his teeth. He could tell you believed the lie about him being a bigshot by the way you tilted your head with a curious look.

"You're famous too?" you ask with excitement growing in your stomach. You loved meeting other famous people because you normally could relate to them and hold conversations for hours. When Leon nodded his head, you let out a squeal and took his hand while starting to drag him out of the venue. "We should talk over dessert!! I love finding other famous people!!" You say while marching ahead of him. He was surprised you were so trusting, surprised you hadn't been kidnapped yet. He followed behind you with a smirk, glad he didn't have to stalk you. You'd probably invite him to your house, let him stay the night. Not like he'd actually sleep, no, he'd do much worse.

"You know a place?" he asked, keeping up his friendly persona so you would stick by him. You nodded your head and started to go on a rant about the dessert place claiming that the sweets there were 'so delicious' and 'so cute too!!'. You even pulled your phone out and started showing him photos you had taken of the place and the food. He wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying though. He was thinking about what he'd do to you once he had you alone. Could you blame him? He was just a man.

"If you don't have a sweet tooth, they have some savory foods too," you say while turning your phone off and putting it in your small little bag. "That's good, I'm old so I don't have much of a sweet tooth now," Leon says and you shake your head in disapproval with a pout on your lips. "No ones ever too old for dessert!" you retaliate while looking back at him. He lets out an amused huff as he gives your hand a light squeeze.

"mm.. sure, doll," he says and he notices the way you glance away and smile a little at the pet name. You were real easy, huh? Giggling just because he called you doll. He might as well trash the plan he made to mold you to be the perfect pet, seems he didn't need the complex steps after all. "How far away is this place anyway?" he asks, he didn't care how far away it was- he was just trying keep the conversation going to keep you interested.

"Not that far- It should be round this corner!" You say while picking up the pace, evidently excited to eat dessert and please your sweet tooth. When the store came into view, Leon wasn't surprised to see how pink it was. Of course you'd love a place that's pink and sells desserts, it was so you. "a little pink, don't you think?" he said sarcastically and you giggled again. "It's so pretty though!!" you respond as you two enter the dessert cafe.

You two take a seat and a waitress comes up to you quickly with an excitable greeting, almost matching your energy. You clearly were a regular here since the waitress started up a conversation while giving you two the menus. She even offered a very generous discount on everything. Leon let you two chit chat while he scanned the menu. There were various sweet foods like matcha crepe cakes, custard pudding, tiramisu, pancakes, dango, swiss rolls- everything was very unhealthy. The drinks were somehow just as unhealthy as the desserts. Thankfully, there were savory foods like you said there were.

Once the lady stopped talking, you both ordered what you wanted and started talking. Leon wasn't much of a talker but you definitely were. You didn't stop talking about things you were obsessed with, some would think you're self-centered, Leon thinks he'd want to shut you up. He'd get his chance soon, he was sure. He just sat there listening to you, occasionally saying something and making sure to call you pretty or cute, just to butter you up. When the time came where you had both finished eating, you offered to let him come over- just as he wanted.

"Sure, why not?" he responded, acting like he had no opinion on the matter and not like he wanted to go to your house in the first place. Just to seem like more of a gentleman, he paid for the entire meal, not even asking if you wanted him too. You seemed to like that because you thanked him quite a few times. On the walk home, Leon had his mind on one thing, you. Not like you haven't been on his mind the whole time he'd been around you.

He wasn't surprised when he saw a mansion, of course you'd have a giant house. He was sure you probably didn't even buy the place yourself, one of your loyal fans probably did. "How's someone small like you living in a place this big?" Leon asks teasingly while glancing down at you. You unlocked the door with a small huff as you pout.

"I'm not small," you say while stepping in and taking your shoes off. Leon found it ironic because you were infinitely smaller to him. Something he could use and abuse with no consequences. He walked in behind you and followed as you led him to the kitchen. "Are you still hungry or thirsty?" you asked while opening basically every cabinet in the kitchen and scrambling to grab a bunch of fruit.

"I'm all good, baby," he says in response while watching you with amusement. "Aren't you full from earlier?" he asked with a subtle tilt of his head. He's surprised how quick you were to take food out of the fridge despite having eaten so much not so long ago. "Well, I need to balance out all the sugar with fruit so I don't have to go to the dentist anytime soon," you respond while grabbing a knife and a cutting board.

Leon laughed a little but didn't say anything in response. He just silently watched you cut up fruits and organize them into their own categories, occasionally eating a few instead of putting them in their bowls. "You don't mind, do you?" Leon asks, while reaching towards one of the bowls. He knew you wouldn't care but he was just asking to appear nice. You shake your head, the grin forming on your face again as he took the fruit and ate it slowly.

If Leon was being honest, he was starting to get impatient. He knows it's barely been two hours since you two started talking but he needed to fuck you so bad. He had been waiting years for this moment and he didn't think he could keep this act up. He was starting to wonder if he should just force himself upon you. You wouldn't be able to stop him anyway, he was much stronger than you. He knew his thoughts were disgusting and that he'd probably get locked away in a mental institution because prison wouldn't be enough.

'Fuck it,' is all he thought before he grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you. You were caught off guard and tried to pull away but he didn't let you. He took the knife away and threw it across the room so you couldn't try attack him to defend yourself. When he pulled away from the kiss you immediately yelled at him.

"What the hell are you doing!!" you say and he rolls his eyes and scowls. "Treating myself," he says before kissing you again, much to your discomfort. His hand slipped under your shirt and trailed it's way up to your tits. He'd been waiting for this moment, to finally feel you with his own hands. You continued to try struggle out of his hold, not wanting this old man to fuck you in your kitchen.

"Keep struggling and I'll punch you," he says in between the kisses as he squeezes your tits which cause a noise of discomfort to escape your lips. He slips his hand back out your shirt before taking it off in a rush and leaving it on the counter. Without a word he leans down and starts leaving kisses on your neck. Both his hands slip down to your thighs as he lifts you up on to the counter top. He then slips one of his hands under your skirt and tugs your panties to the side. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees.

"can't wait to fuck this cute lil' pussy. You're gonna let me, right?" He asks but he's definitely not giving you an option to say no. He was mocking you and your lack of free will with the illusion of choice. You shut your eyes when you feel him start to push inside you without a second thought. The sudden intrusion causes a loud yelp to leave your lips but it's quickly followed by more sounds when he starts thrusting at a brutal pace. He's hitting all the right places and it feels way to fucking good but you also don't want this. Why must your body react in such a way?

Your back arches as your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping onto them so hard it's leaving marks. "Fuck, your tight. Do you like this? Like getting- hng- raped by an old man?" He speaks while forcing your back onto the counter and raising your legs so he can get even deeper. Upon hearing his question, you shake your head to try hold any amount of sanity you have. His response was to let out a low laugh, sounding like he finds it amusing how afraid you are. "I'm gonna cum and impregnate you with my children so we can be together forever and I can fuck you every single day. Bet you'd like that you fucking whore," He speaks.

Your eyes widen when he speaks and your fight or flight instincts kick in again. You try slide away but he pulls you right back down and it hurts so bad because it felt like he was about to tear your womb open. "Bad fucking idea," he says before pulling out and grabbing you by the hair before turning you around and forcing you to lay your stomach on the counter. He thrusts in again, quick and hard to make sure he fucks you dumb.

"Almost there.. can't wait to breed this pussy every single day," he mumbles, now just talking to himself and saying how lucky he is. With a drawn out 'Fuck', he releases his seed as deep as possible. In all honesty, he did feel a little bad so he thought what better way to make up for that and let you cum too? He started thrusting again and you were not expecting him to do so. You let out whimpers and whines before you finally had a mind boggling orgasm. He pulled out slowly and let go of you, making you sink to the floor in exhaustion.

You couldn't think straight at all, your brain was in shambles as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth after what Leon had done to you. The only thing you could process was Leon's voice which sounded threatening and made you want to run far away.

"If you tell anyone about this, it'll get worse. No one would ever believe you anyway. You are just a stupid little girl after all,"

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #rhimestone talks

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One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

CHAPTER SUMMARY : how has megumi managed to convince you to run away from the class and visit the local aquarium?

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh!

WORDS : 4.5k

notes : I PROMISED I'D POST THIS WEEK AND I DID

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You observe Megumi as he fills in the last few areas of the bear page. He laughs when he puts his pen down. It’s ridiculous, but he likes it. Yours on the other hand doesn’t compare to the purple dolphin you had done previously. Megumi definitely has you beat this round in terms of colouring. He takes your book again, flipping through the pages for another page to colour in.

“The red elephant definitely wasn’t your finest work, O’Keeffe.” he tuts, focusing on which page he’d like to colour the most.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” you tell him, pouting like a petulant child at the nickname. It is so loaded and filled with hate. But then again, so is the man who keeps using it against you. He huffs, annoyed, just because you’re telling him you don’t like it won’t change a thing. You’re O’Keeffe, to him. Megumi likes it. So Megumi won’t stop.

“Here, you do this one.” he tells you, pointing at a page filled with different types of flowers. It’s cute, and the big sunflower in the centre is calling your name.

It’ll pass the final hour to colour in again at the very least.

You can’t help but smile each time you look over at Megumi. The song ‘Pretend We’re Dead’ by L7 is playing full blast through his headphones whilst he's poking his tongue out in concentration as he colours in an a unicorn.

So angsty and still so cute.

He scoffs when he notices you staring, insisting that you shut up.

“I didn’t say anything!” you giggle.

“Alright, O’Keeffe, focus on your flowers.”

You sigh, looking down at the page. The way your stomach twists and spasms is all too familiar to how you’ve felt ever since you first met Megumi. Looking at the flowers now, despite them not being your own creations, is causing you nothing but pain and heartbreak. Flowers were your muse. They always made you smile, feel loved, feel happy.

But now all you feel is disdain.

His eyebrow quirks and he looks subtly over his shoulder as he watches you close your book without finishing your colouring. He pretends he isn’t interested in what you’re doing as you pack your book back inside of your tote bag and fold the tray table back to where it belongs. You place your felt tips onto his table, manoeuvring your body so you’re facing the window and looking at the sea in the distance.

You’re close.

It’s difficult forgetting who you’re dealing with. Megumi Fushiguro is like no one you’ve ever met. Although there is a familial resemblance to Naoya, both arrogant and nasty, he is so cold and uncaring.

Most normal people tend to ask what is wrong when you begin acting how you are right now. Yuuji would be begging you to share your woes with him.

But Megumi Fushiguro is not Yuuji.

He’ll never ask, although you want him to so badly. You want to scream at him, make him realise what he’s done to you. How he’s ruined something as beautiful and ordinary as flowers for you. And he still won’t stop calling you O’Keeffe! He won’t ask, your only choice is to tell him. But you know it won’t do any good.

He just doesn’t care. And you can’t make him.

“I need some fresh air and a smoke. Why are we even going to this hick town?” Megumi grunts, finishing colouring the unicorns horn in a pretty pastel blue. You scoff, and laugh, earning another infuriated grunt from him. “What?”

“It’s not a hick town, idiot. It’s a coastal town!” you inform him.

“Same thing. Nothing to do but look at the beach and morons walking their mutts.” he huffs.

“You’re always on, aren’t you?” you laugh. “You can turn the angsty teen act off once in a while. It’s okay to like things. You might even like the place, the sea breeze is good for you.” you explain. He shakes his head, resuming his colouring. “I didn’t know you smoke…” you sigh, repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him.

“Nosy.” he says.

Maybe he has a point. But you never thought you’d be comfortable enough with your bully to sit and talk with him like this. You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to appear as if you don’t care, but the look in his eye tells you that you aren’t a good enough actress to pull it off. “You’ve seen me with coke on my nose and you’re surprised I smoke?” he states. Your eyes widen in horror as you remember seeing his dusted nose in the bathroom that day.

“Oh, I—”

“Everything in moderation. I don’t smoke or do drugs often. Every now and then to remind me I’m alive. Or when I’m stressed, I guess.” he hums as he explains. “You ever do drugs?” he asks.

“Nosy.” you tease back. A smile creeps onto his face, shaking his head with a pout as he considers you. “There was this one time when I got spiked…”

“Alright, shut up.”

“Are you ever going to apologise for how you’ve treated me, Megumi? Do you know what you’ve done to me?” you wonder.

It’s hard to talk to him. He’s so fucking unusual and mystifying you can’t help but lose yourself in conversation with him and want to know every inch of his aching soul. That’s your inner empath talking. But there’s a frightened voice within you that can’t let you forget what he’s done to you. Every single thing he’s done and you keep throwing it up in the form of words each time you remember. He asked you a question, and you couldn’t help yourself but remind him of what he is.

He’s a bastard.

A bully.

A monster.

He covers his ears with his headphones for the umpteenth time, disregarding your words and your existence entirely.

Something is telling you that you won’t be hearing from him for the rest of the journey.

Somehow you managed to drift off whilst riding out the final hour of the ride. Megumi was happy with his unicorn colouring and admired it for a while as the vehicle slowed down so that it could park. The other students began to stand up and pick up their belongings so they could get outside sooner. Everyone seemed to be desperate for some fresh air.

The girls of your worst nightmares sauntered by you both. But the blonde couldn’t help but stop and look at the two of you. She sniggers, pulling the attention of the redhead to stare at you as well.

“Looking very cosy, Megumi.” she spits, a loathsome tone in her voice.

Megumi looks to his side, seeing you comfortably resting on his shoulder as you continue to nap. He doesn't want to wake you. But for some reason he let the girl’s comments get under his skin. He shrugs his shoulder, hoping it would be enough to wake you. You stir, but he notes you have no intention of opening your eyes.

“Get up.” he demands, using the full force of his hand to shove you away from him. The back of your head thumps against the window and your eyes shoot open. Your heart is racing at your unfamiliar surroundings, evidently forgetting where you are whilst you had been sleeping. “We’re here.”

“You didn’t have to shove me.” you tell him.

“I’m not your fucking pillow, O’Keeffe. I know princess is used to everyone doing whatever she wants, though, so I’ll let you off this once.” he tells you as he gathers his things. Before you can get out of your seat, he’s shoving his three coloured pages in your face and demanding you put them in your bag. He is a princess. A childish little bratty princess.

“Don’t you want to keep them?” you ask him waving them in your hand wondering if he’ll change his mind.

“No, put them in your book. They’re yours.”

He stands in the middle of the walkway, blocking everyone from getting ahead of him as he waits for you to get your things together and get off the bus. It makes you nervous, you can hear people complaining in the aisle about being held back and it’s your fault. Why won’t he just let them by? He looks unbothered, as always. His expression is telling you not to worry. But how could you not? He towers above you when you finally stand up and guides you out.

The salty air hits you like a brick through a window. You’ve never felt so alive. And you can tell by Megumi’s face he’s enjoying it too. He’s disgruntled when he hears your lecturer inform you that you’re five minutes away from an art gallery you’ll be spending some time at.

He wanted some time to stretch his legs and breathe in the air; it is a crushing blow to realise he’ll be trapped in a stuffy gallery immediately after getting off the coach. You all walk together in the direction of the art gallery nonetheless. But when you get outside, Megumi pulls you backwards and drags you away from the group so that you can hide around the corner.

“What are you—?”

He’s lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall. His face instantly turns from tense to pure ecstasy. He snickers each time you look around, tense about being caught with him and not inside with your class. As if you aren’t adults. It’s like you’re scared about being caught smoking.

You are.

“Why are you so antsy? Here,” he speaks as he holds his cigarette out to you. Though you politely decline, he continues puffing away and tarring his lungs. “We aren’t teenagers y’know. We won’t get in trouble.”

“We’re meant to be with the group! You didn’t even tell anyone about—”

“Shut up.” he hisses, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with the bottom of his shoe. “C’mon then, princess, let’s get you inside before you blow a fucking fuse.” he moans as he storms ahead of you. Your legs work over time doing your best to keep up with his massive strides, still trailing behind him.

It turns out you were worried for nothing as you seamlessly re-join with the class. The two of you lingering in the back as your teacher explains what is going on. Apparently you have an hour to wander around and admire the work, and after that time you need to meet back up in the main room to listen to a speech from one of the curators here. Megumi rolls his eyes at that, immediately skulking off to the nearest elevator to hide on the top floor.

As much as you want to explore and admire all of the art, you know you’re easy pickings by yourself. The girls are eyeing you up like vultures the further away Megumi gets from you. You look between him and them a few times before rushing over to the elevator. He shakes his head in annoyance as he swallows liquid from an energy drink can he pulled out of his backpack.

“Little bloodsucker.” he mutters.

You ignore him, though, knowing it’s easier to listen to his insults than be involved with the girls downstairs. There isn’t much to look at when you step outside and onto the top floor. A few paintings and nothing more. Although there is a comfortable looking bench that Megumi soon makes himself at home on. You sit beside him twiddling your thumbs, unable to help feeling like you’re missing out on things.

“I’m not keeping you here, go look at the art.” he tells you.

“N-No…” you stutter, pulling your laptop out of your bag and searching the gallery up on the internet. “I’ll use my phones hotspot and… it’s fine. See, most of the paintings are on their website so—”

“It’s different in the flesh. You want to make some notes for your dissertation, right? Go look around.” he instructs.

“I don’t want to go. Those girls terrify me... They only leave me alone when you’re with me.”

“Well I’m here now. And there’s some paintings here, too. So go look at those.”

You suppose he has a point. There’s no one here but you and him. You tuck your laptop back inside of your bag and decide to look around.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you while you look at each painting and make page after page of in-depth notes. You’re smarter than he’s given you credit for. He hasn’t even thought about writing his dissertation. He feels a strange sensation in his chest each time you lean forwards and tuck your pen behind your ear as you study each individual brushstroke on the canvases.

He’s getting warmer, and he can’t stop smiling.

He tries to shake it away and drink more of his energy drink. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. About you. Why is he thinking about the time you kissed at your parents manor house?

Fuck.

He gets up, abandoning you as he strides towards the elevator again. It’s hard for you to put your things away and catch up with him, but you do. Standing side by side as the elevator descends to the floor below.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

He sticks close to you as you wander from painting to painting. He even shields you from the girls when he spots them getting a little close, not that you noticed, too captivated by the paintings. They’re all so homely and sweet. The type of painting you’d see in a grandparent’s home. Mostly beachscapes and sea life. You turn a corner, and Megumi whistles as he studies the painting in front of you both.

“Wow…” you huff.

“It’s... big.” he follows.

“And so detailed.” you add.

It’s another beachscape, but with a ton of attractions included in the image. Amusement parks, restaurants, you name it. You’re scribbling down notes furiously as you take in every inch of the beautiful painting. Megumi, meanwhile, is more interested in the floor to ceiling window overlooking the town and bathing the painting in natural light. He notices something in the distance that makes him squint in concentration. His vision begins to alternate between the painting and the window. He takes your breath away as he drags you towards the window so you can see what he’s looking at. You begin to copy him as you look between the painting and the window, seeing what he’s seeing.

“An aquarium!” you smile, excited by the prospect of going.

“Shall we go?” he asks. You shake your head.

“We can’t,” you tell him as you hoist your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the elevator for the final time. “we have that speech thing in ten minutes.” you remind him. When the doors open and you blend in with the group, your lecturer stands proudly in front of everyone.

“Feel free to look around for another ten minutes before the wonderful curator tells us about the history of the town and how it influenced the art on display.” he announces.

You turn to see Megumi standing with raised eyebrows.

Do you really want to stick around and listen to that?

Both his facial expression and your internal monologue ask you that. When there’s an aquarium down the road? Absolutely fucking not. He tilts his head in the direction of the exit, and you both casually walk towards it hoping to not get caught. Once outside, you begin to sprint together down the streets.

“You’re a bad influence.” you tell Megumi as you slow down now that you’re safe enough to walk.

“You feelin’ alright princess? Didn’t think you had this in you.” he taunts.

“Let’s just go,” you demand as you overtake him in your speed walking, “I wanna see some fish!”

Megumi covers the cost of the admission fee, telling you that you have to pay for food. You remind him that you can’t be any later than 5pm or you’ll miss the coach home. He side eyes you as your phone lights up with a text. You reply with a cheesy smile on your face.

Why does he feel so fucking angry about it?

He feels even worse as you giggle with your reply.

“Who’s that? Yuuji?” he asks. Instantly cringing at his questioning. He shouldn’t have asked. He doesn’t care. Does he? Why did he ask?

“I haven’t heard anything from Yuuji since he left.” you sigh, wondering why he hasn’t made the effort to answer any of your messages yet. You hold your eyes shut as you try and dispel the negative thoughts from your mind. Smiling when your eyes open and excited to tell Megumi the truth. “It was your dad, actually.” you chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? You text with my dad?” he queries.

“Not really, he was asking how we’re doing and if you’re giving me any shit.” you explain.

“Gonna rat on me again?”

“No! I—”

“Ugh, you’re sick. You want to fuck each other so bad. It’s obvious.” Megumi pouts, walking away from you as he steps into the first room.

“I do not! I can’t speak for Toji and I wouldn’t blame him because, well, look at me.” you joke as you flaunt your body and your face sarcastically. “But I’m with Yuuji and I love him and I’m happy.” you speak a little louder than intended. He nods, but doesn’t speak. You think he’s more interested in the fish, which is fair.

You spend time in each room. Sometimes you stand together, and other times you stand apart. The rooms all link together, so you take your time exploring them all. From Amazonian fish to cold water ones. By the time you reach the warmer waters room you hear Megumi’s stomach begin to growl.

“There’s a café upstairs.” you tell him as you lead the way.

You point at the window while you wait for your orders to be brought to your table. It’s raining. His face scrunches in disbelief. It has been perfect sunshine all day. Barely a cloud in the sky and now it’s pouring down rain.

“I told you.” you remind him.

“Yeah, you did.”

You note the time on your phone, telling him that you should probably go back to your class soon. But he disagrees. You’ve got over an hour before the bus leaves and you still have a few rooms left to look at. You’re satisfied with your small plate of food but it’s clear that it has barely touched the sides for Megumi. Though he declines your offer to get him something else, he’s more intrigued by the prospect of looking at the sharks.

“Maybe we’ll see a purple dolphin.” he jokes.

He starts to think of all of the colouring you did together on the coach. And the flowers. Why didn’t you finish the flowers? They’re your thing. He calls you O’Keeffe for a reason. He picked that page specifically for you.

Were you just too tired?

“How’s your sketchbook doing? I bet you’ve got a garden growing by now.” he asks, distracting himself from annoying, niggling thoughts. You puff out air, unsatisfied with the question and your current predicament.

Flowers. Fucking flowers.

“I’ve fallen out of love with flowers...” you admit, earning a surprised expression from Megumi.

“Shame. What’s the reason?” he questions, oblivious.

“… You. Because of you, Megumi.”

He clears his throat, awkwardly. It’s not that he feels bad, he doesn’t, but it’s like a real look in the mirror. You aren’t joking with him like you had on the bus. You aren’t trying to get him in trouble with Toji. It’s earnest, it’s real.

You’ve stopped loving something that meant so much to you, because of him.

Painting flowers meant so much to you. It calmed you. Brought you joy, happiness, strength. And each time he harassed you, called you names, harmed you, destroyed that. It was like he personally ripped an individual petal from every single flower to exist.

You’ve lost love.

The world has lost its bloom.

He gets up, walking away from the table without a word. You’re never going to get a word out of him. You’ll never get an apology or an acknowledgement of what he’s done to you. What you’ve become because of him. That’s just something you need to come to terms with. You step out into the tropical waters display, a huge underwater tunnel showing you the sharks swimming over your head. The unpleasant conversation seems to melt away from you as you watch the sharks movements and rippling water above you.

The bright blue water illuminates both of you. Though you don’t pay attention to Megumi, he can’t stop staring at you. After torturing you for so long, he doesn’t think he’s seen you truly happy until today. You look like a totally different person to him with an earnest smile on your face.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you query as you make eye contact with Megumi. He does nought but nod, looking above him at the sea life once again.

“Yeah.” he mutters, so quietly you can’t hear him. He watches you for a while as you take more pictures on your phone.

“Smile!” you tease, pointing your phone at him and catching him off guard. You manage to get one nice one, the rest you take are him covering his face. “Will you take one of me?” you wonder. He hesitates, but nods.

He takes a few as a shark swims behind you, handing your phone back to you to see if you’re satisfied.

“I think you’ve got a new muse.” Megumi informs you. You look deeply into the water, considering his words. Maybe he’s right. It can’t hurt to take some more pictures just in case.

“Come here.” you command him. He gets closer, but begins to retreat as you flip your camera to selfie mode. “Just one, stay still!”

He cracks a smile as you take a photo of yourselves together with the blinding blue water highlighting you both. You consider putting it on your story, but your stomach sinks at the prospect of Yuuji stumbling upon it. He watches you save the image and close out of it, keeping it for your own personal memories.

“Shall we get another coffee and then go?” you ask.

“There’s a gift shop over there.” he points. Your eyes widen. There is nothing more exciting than a gift shop. Regardless of how overpriced they can be.

“Okay. Coffee. Gift shop. Bus.”

“Sure.”

“How cute is this shark!” you smile as you practically shove the shark plush in Megumi’s face. “I want it but—”

“Sure. Hurry up and decide while I go piss.” he sighs as he leaves you alone in the gift shop.

You become incredibly tense after you put down the shark. It was as soft as a cloud, but as the time draws nearer to 5pm, your nerves get the better of you. Where the hell is he? You linger outside the bathrooms for a little while, despite the fact it’s making you feel like a criminal, but he doesn’t appear.

The time hits 5:29 and you can’t help but wonder if he is back to his old tricks. Did he go to the bus alone and leave you stranded here?

You look out of a nearby window, and spot him standing across the road. A cigarette between his fingers on one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. Even from this distance you can practically see a vein bulging in his forehead. He’s yelling, furiously. He tosses his cigarette aside and continues talking as he walks back into the aquarium.

At that moment, your heart sinks.

Right as he walks inside, you see your class’ coach drive behind him and out of town. Fuck. You run faster than you ever have before, sprinting down the stairs and out of the building. You didn’t see Megumi, but you pick your phone up and begin to dial your lecturer again and again.

No answer.

You run back inside; searching each and every room to find Megumi again. In hindsight, it would have been a great idea to finally ask for his number while you were on the coach. He’s nowhere in sight, and you worry you’ll never find him at this rate. Should you wait outside for him? Stay in one room and hope that he finds you?

You rush outside into the torrential rain, tears streaming from your face. You aren’t sad, you’re stressed. You’re scared. Where is he? What the hell are you going to do? You’ve been left here and you’re stuck! How could they do this? How could your school just leave you here and not even try to get in touch?

“What are you doing out here?” Megumi asks, yet another cigarette latched between his teeth.

“Did you do this on purpose?” you accuse him, a dangerous scowl on your face telling him you aren’t playing around.

“I was just—” you cut him off as he raises a bag he’s holding in his hand.

“You knew we had to be back at the pick up site for 5pm. Look at the time! It’s gone, we’re stranded! What the fuck are we going to do?” you rant and rave as he continues to smoke casually.

“I don’t want to be stuck here in this weather with you. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Who were you on the phone to?”

“What?”

“I saw you from the window. Arguing. Was it Toji? Were you telling him your latest plan to make my life hell? No one can save me while we’re here. Haven’t you fucked my life up enough?” you begin to cry harder as the stress sets your mind into overdrive. Why did this have to happen to you? Why is he doing this?

“It wasn’t Toji. It’s none of your fucking business who I talk to on the phone.”

“But—”

“Shut up. Stop crying. Let’s go inside and figure out what we’re going to do.”

You suppose he has a point. Crying won’t solve anything, and maybe you were a little rash in accusing him. Not everything is about you. That’s what you’re sure he’s telling himself in his mind. That you’re a spoilt princess and making something about you which, in reality, didn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just an unfortunate circumstance that you missed the bus home. You need to figure out how to fix this.

You need to find a way home.

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AND NOW: Part Two! One might think I would look at the fic at some point and check what chapter we’re on, but I will not! Mostly for “but that takes effort” reasons but also because by the time I get back here I WILL have forgotten!

Part One of this chapter:

First Chapter:

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Well You Did Get Down On One Knee (part 2)

Tucker, Conner, and Tim had actually gotten through another round of Spiderheck in between the rabid buzzing of Tim and Tucker’s phones.

Conner had the good sense to mute his and toss it behind the couch… after sharing the “good news” of Timblr with the Young Justice chat. Without which his phone probably wouldn’t have been buzzing at all.

He regretted nothing, despite Tim’s alternate pouting and threats. Tucker was pretty impressed, and pretty sure that it wasn’t just for the guy’s good looks this time.

Finally, after the fourth time Tim’s ringtone changed itself and blasted at full volume (making Tucker completely drop his controller), the Black tech gave up, sighing heartily and dropping his head into his hands.

Not least to hide the sudden wicked grin on his face as an idea struck. Because yeah, sure, he could help Tim try and unhack fucking Oracle on the sly, or… they could remove the distraction another way.

(Tucker wasn’t a thousand percent ungrateful for the distraction; he was pretty sure even without the merry buzzing of his social life burning down around him he’d have had a hard time concentrating on the game.

It just plain wasn’t fair; Conner was too fucking hot, and so earnest, and excited when he was doing well! All the little shouts and exclamations, the broad grins, Tucker was really beginning to doubt his own demisexual nature.

Although, to be fair, it wasn’t like he actually wanted to… interact while Conner was being cuter than Cujo with a rubber bone. Just. It was hard to think about anything else when he could be appreciating all… that instead.

At least while Tim’s ass was being blown off by at least three separate group chats, Tucker’s floundering was less embarrassing.)

Tim gave him a consoling pat on the back while Conner whooped in victory, probably trying to comfort Tucker in the loss. Tucker let him for a moment, running a couple quick calculations in his head.

Because yeah, he’d never got around to asking Danny to ecto infuse any of the Waynes’ tech; not the batcomputer nor the gaming consoles, but. Well. They’d played for hours the last two nights, and it wasn’t like Tucker had never gotten his hands through a console’s innards.

It had to count as knowing the device, right?

And it wasn’t like it was that hard, doing it for just three people. For just one game.

Looking up at the other two, he gave them both a slightly shyer grin.

“So, like… I know we’re having a good time and all,” he began, and Tim groaned theatrically as he was interrupted yet again by his ringtone.

“I’m about to ask Superboy to toss this thing into space,” he grumbled, glowering at his phone.

Conner reached innocently towards it and Tim snatched it back up immediately. Tucker settled back once it was safe too, grinning sheepishly even if it wasn’t his bluff Conner called.

Conner tipped him a wink and Tucker had to clear his throat and give his head a quick shake to clear his blush.

“Right… yeah, uh, anyway. What if I had a better way to get us away from distractions?” He asked as innocently as he could, staring at the screen instead of that far too attractive face.

He could still see the other two sit up from the corner of his eye, both looking interested.

“We’re not allowed to game in the Bat Cave,” Tim said quickly, with a resigned air that said the question had come up before… and enough disappointment that they’d probably done it and been caught.

Which, yeah, thinking of the size of the screen in the cave, Tucker suddenly really wanted to try that too.

Already banned though. And he and Danny were already on thin enough ice with Batman as it was.

Reluctantly dismissing the thought, he returned his attention to the present moment, grin spreading as he turned to face Tim directly.

(Tim was safe. Tim was, objectively, a very handsome young man and Tucker could appreciate that in a distant way, but being pretty was just so much less interesting that almost anything else about Tim.

Tucker could worship him through a distant computer screen, so the pretty blue eyes weren’t much of a distraction. Looking at Tim face to face was really cool, but Tucker would be more tongue tied watching him code.)

“Sure, but you remember I told you about my technopathy? I can interface with machines I know really well,” he added for Conner’s benefit, accidentally looking over in time to preen as his face lit up with interest.

Tim, for some reason, stifled a snicker.

“Yeah, you mentioned. And that it was a little more complicated, but go on,” he prodded, and Conner shot him a look that Tucker was gonna have to ask questions about.

Later. Once he was done showing off a little. And, probably, getting his ass kicked at Spiderheck.

Tucker Foley was a master of video game controls, sure, and that sorta helped, as did “knowing you’ve been thrust into a video game”. He just didn’t delude himself into thinking it’d be enough to counter the actual literal battle training of superheroes.

But hey, maybe having all those extra legs would fuck them both up for long enough that he’d win a few rounds.

“Well I think you might’ve already noticed, but I know this game really well.”

Danny was doing his best to keep a cheerful face on things, especially the weird shit.

It had been a while since he’d had a nasty new halfa surprise of his own crop up (although he didn’t dare hope he’d had his last; that would surely bring something on), but he still remembered how it felt.

How overwhelming, how hollow and intimidating the world could be when you were learning that you really knew almost nothing about yourself. That at any time, your body could do something totally out of your control.

Something you might not be able to handle.

He’d felt the fear in Jason, deep and bright and smothered a second later, but not before Danny felt it.

At least he could be here for the other guy; he wasn’t going to be going into the whole mess alone. Danny would make sure of that. Understandable as his reservations about reliving his death were, they would face it together, and he had to hope that might help.

Possibly with Jazz too, when it was actually time for that first transformation. Danny hadn’t even really started coping with dying when he’d first changed, and he’d been dead less than a minute; it had almost been part of the rebirth process. By the time he’d had to do it for a fight, he already knew what would happen.

For Jason… well, it had been a while, and even Danny could see he’d not done much more than paper over the cracks with bad ecto induced rage and carry on.

He was trying not to let Jason see how much he worried, but had a feeling it didn’t matter. Jason was plenty worried already.

Good news was… well, there wasn’t much good news. It was going to suck, no matter what, and if they didn’t do it in controlled conditions it’d be fucking awful.

But they did have some controlled conditions, and better yet? Probably wouldn’t be a problem for at least a couple more days.

As little as Danny wanted to talk about the whole… mess that was Jason’s death, Jason himself was all about the detailed planning. Back ups of back ups and all that.

It probably came with the Batman training.

(The mad compartmentalising totally did. Danny had spent enough time with Bruce in one single car ride to be sure about that.)

For the moment, he gave Jason as much support he could; contact, a reassuring aura, and a smile whenever he could, and absolutely no oogling of his mostly naked body while they were doing the checkup.

(Jason had mentioned a pit-related growth spurt last time, and this close Danny could see that the scars all over him were interspersed with stretch marks. Now that he actually looked the difference was super obvious; the different colour, the creasing where they indented the skin.

Danny definitely wasn’t thinking of licking them to see if he could feel the texture.

Or running his fingers over bared skin, which was admittedly less intimate than the licking thoughts he totally wasn’t having, but also seemed kinda more a betrayal. Because Jason wouldn’t question Danny touching him, but Danny would have Nefarious Motives.

Of. Textures.

But it was totally fine because he wasn’t having any of those thoughts at all.)

He just wished he knew what had caused that sudden panic attack Jason had earlier; it had come almost from nowhere, a wave of black and crushing dread that froze Danny’s already-iced core. It filled the room, filled his lungs, and would have cost him everything to not respond.

Part of him had wanted to shove Jason fully inside himself, store the much larger man in the hollow of his chest so that nothing could hurt him.

(And Danny could, technically, kinda do that. Jason didn’t have to be that much bigger than him, at least while Danny was in ghost form. Ghost form was all about self perception and, well, raw power.

Looking like his twink ass self was a deliberate choice, and one he’d never regretted until it meant not curling Jason into the infinite curls of his tail and protecting himself from the universe as a whole.)

Danny was super great at boundaries. Yup. One thousand percent completely normal about them.

But he’d been able to wrap his aura around Jason anyway, because that wasn’t a freakishly massive monster form that would freak him out further. They’d helped him calm down, helped him breathe, and Jason seemed…

Way too fine, frankly, even his aura had cleared, and Danny trusted that about as far as Sam could throw him. Bat-level compartmentalizing, for sure.

That was gonna get real weird when the more emotionally regulated ghost powers kicked in, but Danny was gonna cross his fingers and hope that it made Jason’s transition easier, not infinitely more fucked up. Jazz would be intolerable, for one thing.

Most of the rest of the appointment went well anyway; bar the surprise “Congratulations On Your Soul Bond” news (which he would not be thinking about too hard until he couldn’t possibly avoid it), it was pretty much what they’d expected.

Jason was doing good, Danny was gonna need to work around classes tomorrow maybe for another trip, and there was just the teeniest chance Jason’s fully formed core would manifest like, physically.

Shockwaves had been mentioned. Danny now had questions about how much of his original death light show had been the portal itself opening. Ones that could never be answered, but hey.

If/when Clockwork showed up, Danny was gonna prioritise Jason’s soul contract over his own curiosity for purely friend related reasons.

Danny didn’t like soul contracts of any sort at the best of times, unwritten ones that put a friend into his service? Yeah, maybe he was feeling just a little vindicated that Jason could see what he’d been freaking out about now.

Now that it was too late, but Danny was technically the Ghost King and Clockwork’s boss, so even if he couldn’t fix the whole mess until his coronation, it wasn’t gonna be a problem-problem.

If Clockwork tried to use the contract to push Danny into accepting his coronation more quickly, well, Danny had a real good win streak of fighting ancients in his pocket. And he’d double never get coronated if they spent the rest of eternity playing cat and mouse for Danny to beat Clockwork’s ass, so.

Not that Danny believed Clockwork would, really. The Observants? Abso-fucking-lutely, he’d be swinging before they finished a sentence, but Clockwork genuinely seemed to care.

He pruned the timelines with the ruthless efficiency of a gardener, but always to make the best outcome. The one where the least people got fucked over.

He’d absolutely fuck Danny over in the service of getting that best outcome, but Danny was also pretty sure he’d feel bad about it if he did, and that Clockwork would and had chosen to believe in him over his predicted outcomes more than once.

Danny trusted Clockwork.

Of course, now that he wasn’t trying to hide and actually wanted to see his mentor and regent, the bastard was nowhere to be found.

All jokes about the “Ever-Moving Now” aside, they weren’t directly making for Clockwork’s tower; the only way to find it was with Clockwork’s permission, so Danny didn’t usually bother. As a kid they’d thought they could stumble across it and surprise him, but these days?

Danny knew better. And Clockwork wasn’t exactly subtle; his lair had showed up around the very first metaphorical corner when he wanted Danny to come in once too often. And hadn’t been anywhere to be found when Danny searched, only to show up beside his fucking portal home.

Where it definitely hadn’t been on his way in.

It went where Clockwork wanted it, when he wanted it there. Danny totally wasn’t jealous.

It had been a while since he’d bothered hiding from Danny though; these past couple months, just being in the Zone had netted him an unwanted visit from his regent. Danny was beginning to suspect Clockwork wasn’t actually all that keen on ruling the realms, and was just planning to fob the job off on him.

Which, y’know, fair. Danny wasn’t exactly thrilled with it either. But it was his job as Danny’s mentor to protect him from this shit, right?

Now that Danny actually wanted to see him though, of course he wasn’t around. Which probably wasn’t actually a bad sign, or that he’d done something he didn’t want them to know about.

Clockwork was just a cryptic asshole, and apparently Jason had used up all of his “getting clear answers” cards in their first meeting. If only Danny had ever gotten a single damn one.

There was one other detour Danny wanted to make while in the Realms, but… today didn’t feel like quite the right time. Jason had already had a fucking day of it, and Danny didn’t wanna dump any more on him. Even if Ghost Writer’s library would be a nice trip for Jason, it was something they should talk about first.

And… probably ask Ghost Writer about first too.

If Danny ever remembered to do that.

So they’d thanked Frostbite, gotten Jason a bag of ecto ice chips (Danny wasn’t allowed any, it was totally unfair because he needed an energy boost too! But noooo, his core was “stabilised” and “complete” and he needed to “sleep” and “eat” for energy like a pleb. Unfair!), and agreed to come back as soon as Jason’s core stabilised.

Danny figured he could always come back on his own for a visit to Nocturn. That was gonna be a whole ass emotional mess; Dan was technically in the database Tucker had handed over, but Jason hadn’t mentioned it yet. Danny didn’t know if that meant he didn’t know, or was just being actually tactful.

He wasn’t even sure what he actually wanted to say yet, how to ask for what he wanted, and he should probably do this right. Nocturn hadn’t challenged him again since he’d become king, and had actually been super helpful so far, but… well, the spirit of dreams was proud, powerful, and Danny was pretty sure he helped specifically to have something on Danny. He’d already decided that his main job tonight was to help Jason relax, feel better, and work out if he needed to sicc the Sam-Tucker combo on Bruce Wayne’s social media.

…

Who was he kidding. Of course they’d be setting Sam and Tucker on the guy, as soon as Jason gave the green light.

Jason had never exactly gotten all the way through the explicit details of how Bruce had fucked up this afternoon, beyond just siccing Constantine on Jason, but honestly?

He didn’t have to. Jason had been almost tangibly frustrated from the minute he rolled up to Danny’s dorms, though he was gonna shoot Tucker a thank you for his little “revenge”, since it had cheered the guy up right away.

Danny was totally not considering a little spectral revenge for himself too. Mostly because Batman would probably know all about ghosts by now, and probably had Constantine doing his spectral condom act all over the cave.

But it wasn’t like Bruce liked Danny anyway, so really, what did he have to lose? Not like Jason hadn’t already shown whose side he came out on on this one.

Danny didn’t exactly know what having over protective parents was like, but Jason could not be more clear that he didn’t appreciate Bruce’s interference. There was clearly a lot going on with those two, and while they’d already talked about Jason’s death and technically he had permission…

Well, Danny didn’t wanna push. Ask literally any ghost, dying could leave you with a whole stack of issues. Jason wasn’t even close to the most homicidal Danny had met.

That poisonous rage, though… Danny pushed it from his mind. It didn’t matter, wouldn’t matter, Frostbite said Jason was doing well and Pitty would be out of him soon.

…

Maybe, just maybe Danny was also starting to worry what that might mean, since it sent Jason into a full panic attack and he’d seen what the rage was like when fully under control.

Maybe they’d bump up the schedule on taking care of those Lazarus pits. Get that Obsession dealt with, see if it calmed things down.

Yet another thing Danny would have to talk to Clockwork about, and was his irritatingly omnipresent mentor anywhere to be found? Of course not.

Which probably meant this wasn’t a timeline threatening problem. Yet.

What a comfort.

Which left them flying home through the Zone, and Danny totally wasn’t overthinking literally everything. He was being considerate, quiet, giving Jason time to process everything they’d seen that day.

Maybe himself too. Just a little. But it wasn’t like Jason was hurrying to start a conversation, and they both had a lot on their minds. It was a good, comfortable silence.

They had nearly reached his preferred portal spot too, so today’s quick trip to the Ghost Zone was nearly over, unless Danny actually wanted to go Clockwork-hunting… which, while probably less emotionally fraught, wasn’t likely to go great.

(Realms geography could be more than just hinky; they were infinite after all, so he tended to open portals back out in the same place he’d previously opened a portal from the living world in. It seemed to help, and he didn’t usually wind up in the wrong dimension that way.

Especially if there was a nearby, powerful anchor.

Going searching up and down the whole ass Zone for the Ever Moving Now? Yeah, that’d fuck his portal plans right up.)

Danny could feel a steady building trepidation rising in Jason like the tide, but he had no idea what the hell to do about it. Back there in the world were Bruce and Constantine, and all the problems that kept Jason balanced precariously on a knife edge.

Here in the Realms, all the problems were new and interesting and could almost all be solved by punching, which really suited both of them. Danny would have been tempted to suggest that sidebar to see Ghost Writer, but it was late, he had school in the morning, and his super handy time manipulating mentor was being a dick and wasn’t here.

A couple years ago, he’d have said fuck it and gone on the sidebar anyway, and probably not slept all night to help his friend. And had Jazz harping in his ear about “developing bodies”, “needing his sleep”, and “this is why you haven’t had a growth spurt since you were fourteen”.

Which totally wasn’t a valid argument or at all what had made him start taking care of himself. He just… well, he just actually really fucking liked his classes these days.

Against all the odds, Danny Fenton had gotten into a prestigious college, into an engineering program that actually let him stretch his talents. And take apart old or broken lab equipment from the other buildings for fun and profit.

And if he hadn’t slept the night before, they didn’t let him use the welding torch. Danny was pretty sure Clockwork might be behind that, since they somehow always knew.

Maybe that was how Nocturn was already betraying him… conspiring with Clockwork to make Danny sleep more and absorb his power?

Danny considered that seriously for about half a second before discarding it. Sure, Nocturn was the King of Sleep and an ancient, but he was also a canny motherfucker and not likely to mess up badly enough to accidentally become King of the Infinite Realms too.

For all that he wanted power, fucking no one wanted to deal with the Observants. Danny had practically begged.

It wasn’t like they had to go back to Gotham and then immediately straight to bed though. Just, y’know, something that wouldn’t take hours and hours. There had to be something they could do in the city that wouldn’t keep them up all night, but would keep Bruce Wayne off their asses.

Unless Jason had shit to do. Danny… kinda hadn’t asked. The only plans he’d known about for the day was busting out Waylon, and then the potential trip to Frostbite.

Maybe he hadn’t meant for it to go so late? Maybe Danny should ask?

Maybe Jason was getting sick of him.

Maybe Jason was getting a little too good at reading auras, since that thought barely settled in before he broke the silence.

“What the fuck?”

And alright, that might also have been a coincidence Danny decided, brows furrowing as he looked for what had caught Jason’s attention.

It all looked normal up ahead to him. Bright green zone, a couple purple islands (was that the ghost of a Bat Burger? Maybe they should check this place out more), the haze of black smog that always surrounded…

Ah.

Yeah, they hadn’t really had that conversation yet, though Danny had meant to bring it up on the way home. Riiiight up until all that overthinking started.

Guess that made this introduction time. Sort of put a stop to wondering how to cheer Jason up… although depending on how Jason felt, it might just be a distraction.

Danny pulled to a stop, Jason coming in close before stopping alongside him, just in front like he might need to protect Danny from something.

Or like he overshot the stopping. Could be either, really. But Danny had a feeling it was at least a combo. He and Jason were just too alike, but it looked almost automatic. Vigilante training, and Danny’d bust his ass later about treating him like a civilian.

Jason was the civilian here, and his citizen.

He cleared his throat, wondering how exactly to go about this, since ghosts didn’t have an introduction protocol that wasn’t “throw down”. And spent about half a second wondering if that was actually on the table before deciding against it.

Sure, most ghost introductions involved a friendly punch up, but Lady Gotham had always been a little different. And this wasn’t exactly your standard “new ghost who dis”.

“Right, yeah… we didn’t see her last time we were in the Zone. Jason, this is-”

“You think my own boy wouldn’t know me, Phantom?”

The voice came from all around them, low and dark and smokey sweet like molten chocolate with just a hint of whiskey. Jason stiffened and glared around harder, conscious caution battling with the sudden wave of relief from his core.

She spun herself from the smog of the city, like she always had. A tall, curvaceous woman built to Jack Fenton proportions, easily seven feet tall with dark mahogany skin and pitch black lipstick, perfect black hair coiled tight into an afro about her head. Smoky black makeup lined her eyes and caressed high, generous cheekbones in a line of clouds.

Long black gloves covered her hands and arms, one of which was held across her body, hand cupping the elbow of her other arm while the other held what probably was a full sized orange traffic cone like it was a cigarette holder. It looked wrong clasped in her hand, scale thrown off by her size. A thin plume of white smoke even spiralled from the wider end.

She wore a short flapper dress covered in layers of tassels, each of which flashed with beads of jet all along the length except for the last bead on a scattering of the strands, which were large, blood flecked pearls. Below the end of the skirt, her legs were lost in the spills of black smog surrounding her, though occasionally more flashes of pearl could be seen shifting through the murk.

It was her eyes that captured all of the attention though as she caught and held Jason’s gaze, a sly smile on those black lips. They glowed yellow from lid to lid, each pupil shaped like a bat.

The fight dropped out of Jason instantly, jaw dropping.

And yeah, maybe Danny should have expected that he’d… sort of recognize her? Jason was a Gothamite to the core, had been one of her true defenders since pixie boots were in style… right up until his own death.

And if Danny read that twitch right, it was costing him an effort not to automatically drop to one knee. So apparently that was just wired into him, and not just a Clockwork-thing. Good to know.

Her smile spread, showing sharp white teeth dripping with tar.

“My son,” she purred, her voice filling the air around them and sending almost visible ripples through the ectoplasm of the realms, “it is so good to finally meet you in person.”

In front of Danny, Jason tensed again. Whatever he’d recognized didn’t quite cut through bat-paranoia, apparently.

“Danny, who is this?” He asked cautiously, his voice low and not taking his eyes off the twin bat signals pointed at him.

Lady Gotham sighed heavily, taking a deep pull on her traffic cone and blowing out a billowing plume of smog. She gestured to Danny, who nodded quickly.

Totally not gonna “I told you so” the city spirit for the city he was living in. King or not, he had some manners.

“Jason, Lady Gotham. She’s…” he hesitated, not sure how exactly to phrase it.

Had they talked about city spirits? It felt like they had? But it had been so little time, he wasn’t sure.

Lady Gotham stepped back in smoothly, shooting Jason a laconic smile and spreading her arms.

“I am exactly what it sounds like. The beating heart of the city, born from the well of souls and desperate hopes of those who call it home. Every shadow in the alley, every gargoyle you shelter under, every parapet that caught your grapple and let you fly…”

Jason had stopped breathing, which was alright as long as they were in the Zone but might not be later, his eyes tracking desperately over the ghost before them. Her smile softened, becoming fond, tender, her free hand now reaching out towards him.

“… and you have been mine since the day you were born, Jason Todd.”

Jason was…

Jason was. He didn’t know what he was.

He hadn’t realised just how much noise his heart made thumping until the first time it stopped. Until he’d slammed back to life, heard its drumbeat thudding in his head, every second of every day.

This felt a little like that.

Like a sound he’d been hearing all of his life had gone quiet, and then come roaring back in full swing. It was too much, and not enough, and everything he’d missed in Nanda Parbat and around the world when he’d been training, left with only the thudding of his heart.

The sounds of Gotham. Normal city noises, most of them; the honks and occasional screeches of cars, the buzz of people. And then the screams, gunshots, mad cackling laughter that most cities usually only saw in designated areas.

And underneath it all, a low, throbbing pulse, a hum in the back of his head that meant he was home. That told him where he was, every street corner or shady alleyway.

He could navigate the city blindfolded, knew every gargoyle, every running gutter and rusty grate, listening to that beat. That beat that told him it was his place, the one thing that nothing and no one could ever take away from him, not even all the bullshit with the League of Assassins.

He hadn’t really noticed it going quiet in the Ghost Zone before. Which, y’know, they’d been busy. He’d had a lot on his mind, and… well, it happened any time he left the city.

Going away with the Outsiders, it didn’t matter if they crossed the bay to Metropolis or went to space, Jason knew when he wasn’t in Gotham. Knew when he woke up in a hospital bed whether or not he was home just from that beat.

He’d started thinking it might be the city’s ectoplasm, since Danny was so sure that was why he’d risen before. Might have explained why the Zone was a little different; it was all ectoplasm.

And then he’d looked at this woman made of smog and shadows and smoking a fucking traffic cone, and the beat almost brought him to his knees.

How could he not know her? They danced every night, her hand in his, guiding his guns, his grapple, cupped gently around the back of his neck and showing him where to look. Hiding him from Oracle’s cameras, pointing him at those who attacked the weak like he was the gun himself.

Familiar as his own shadow. Constant as gravity.

And it was that familiarity that pulled at every ounce of Bat training, that unconscious recognition and trust that forced him to doubt.

Hypnotists were the fucking worst. Magic users were all annoying, but Jason would tangle with any of the rest before dealing with a hypnotist. They were worse than Condiment King and Kite Man combined into some ketchup splattered hell kite.

And the more something deeper than the Pit whispered that this wasn’t hypnotism, wasn’t an outside influence, was just the deepest part of himself recognising the deepest part of his home, the harder he fought that feeling.

Until her hand reached for his, and she said his name, and his hand was in hers before he could stop himself.

Contact was… it was a lot.

A barrage of sounds, smells, the backs of every alley flashing through his mind as he was bombarded with memories. Memories? Or was that what was happening now?

Flashes of rooftops, bodies tensed in the shadows, goons working below in blissful ignorance that was about to be shattered. Breaking windows, sprays of bullets or gas or worse, moving and punching and taking down without killing.

He caught sight of Cass for a brief moment, her shape outlined in glowing shadows that definitely weren’t visible to the men running past her hiding place. But of course they weren’t; that was the point.

Cass was the perfect shadow anywhere on Earth, her stealth unparalleled by anything but actual magic, but in Gotham? In Gotham the darkness wrapped her in loving arms, held her close, made sure she was never found.

His baby sister, Gotham’s child even if she’d never been to the city until she was nearly an adult.

More flashes, Dick flying across an alley in Bludhaven (thankfully in his current suit, not the Discowing, which might mean this was the present? Or just that Jason had been seeing him so much more lately that there were just more memories of him like this?), and that made Jason pause.

Bludhaven wasn’t Gotham. That was literally the point. That was why Dick lived there.

And he heard her low chuckle, smoky and soft in his ear.

*Just across the bay, my dear? No, he would have to go so much farther to be free of me, to stop being mine.*

The voice was warm and fond, soft like crushed velvet and so full of affection and pride it tugged at something in Jason’s core.

Something from the little boy who’d watched Robin fly through the air and could barely believe he’d touched the same dream.

Lady Gotham hadn’t moved, her hand still in his in the exact same position, and while he couldn’t see her past the images to know if she’d spoken with mouth or mind he had a feeling he knew. She was in his head, in his heart, and he’d not spoken aloud.

Before Jason would work out how to reply, if he even wanted to reply, his attention was caught by something else in the cascade of images.

A dark spot, not in every scene (at least not that he noticed), but often enough. Something that looked like a shadow, but just a fraction deeper than the rest, a fraction darker, that moved when all the shadows around it were still.

Now that he looked for it he could see it everywhere, the sight of it sending a shiver up his spine that made his hair stand on end. It wasn’t fear; Jason was well acquainted with fear, as little as it bothered him.

This was… tension, anticipation, recognition, the same thing he’d felt when there hadn’t been an Outsiders mission in a while and Roy had decided to hunt him for sport. Something, someone so familiar, with such a strong place in his life, someone he knew was damn capable, setting their sights on him.

(It was always play when Roy did it, a game to keep them both on their toes and get a different kind of training in. Jason didn’t know if Roy ever hunted the others; asking felt like cheating somehow.)

And then suddenly the shadow turned in a different way, its attention locking on to Jason in return and adrenaline shot through him like a bolt of lighting.

It had to be live. Or the shadow knew when someone saw its image. But it had looked back, raising the hair on the back of his neck until it felt like he’d become a Studio Ghibli character, and it was still looking at him.

His hands itched for his guns, the All-Blades, the Fright Gun, and he felt the large, hot hand still holding his tighten for just a second, felt Lady Gotham’s chuckle through his whole body like he was a speaker, and then he was looking at her face again, fond and smiling and larger than life.

“Now now, my sons,” she purred softly, definitely speaking with her mouth this time even if it was just as warm as when he’d heard her in his head, “play nicely.”

Had she been that tall before? She’d been taller than him, certainly, her hand completely enfolding his the way Bruce’s had when Jason had first come off the streets, but now she loomed almost twice as large.

Still holding his hand in hers, only now his was positively dainty, a doll’s hand held by the child who adored it. Her thumb was almost the size of his whole hand, brushing gently over the back.

She could probably snap him in half in an instant.

He’d probably let her.

Her smile spread, reacting to the thought, and her other huge hand came up to gently cup his face, all the pride and love he’d only ever seen from Catherine Todd before.

“My brave little knight…” her eyes closed for a moment and she sucked in a deep breath, her whole body gently expanding as she savoured… something. Then those signal eyes opened and fixed on him, full of lazy satisfaction. “Your belief is so sweet.”

The effect was somewhat spoiled by the traffic cone now pinched effortlessly between two fingers. It hadn’t changed size, which Jason supposed had to be his answer.

She totally wasn’t that big before. And apparently it was his fault? His… belief?

Danny was hovering in the more figurative, mother hen way now (literal not being optional at the moment), and Jason could feel his tension now that he was focused. He’d gotten closer, his aura putting him just behind Jason’s shoulder, but hadn’t gone further.

Not moving between them, which he already had the feeling would have been Danny’s preference after the gala. Jason would tease him about that if he hadn’t already put himself between the stranger and Danny without thinking. At least Danny hadn’t actually done it.

Whether that was because they weren’t in any danger or Danny was waiting for his go ahead didn’t actually matter; Jason couldn’t quite believe either of them would walk away from a fight with Lady Gotham no matter that Danny was the king.

A part of him deeper than the pit knew that she would never fight him. That it was his job to fight for her, to make sure she never dirtied her hands more than the streets already did.

Forcing himself to suck in a breath - and wondering why his lungs ached - Jason gave her hand a hesitant squeeze. Tried not to think about how ludicrously small his hand was tucked into the curl of her fingers.

“Uh… I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but…” he paused, words failing him, and wondered how the actual fuck you were supposed to talk to a whole ass city’s soul all at once.

Lady Gotham laughed softly, giving his cheek (and consequently whole damn head) a gentle pat before pulling away, leaning back to sit as if in an invisible chair and regard him.

“But we’ve known each other from the day you were born,” she agreed gently, her voice still heartbreakingly warm.

No one had ever been so open in their love for him. It all but coloured the air in a rosy pink.

And alright, that was probably at least 90% because his family were in constant contest for Most Emotionally Constipated Soul On Earth and Alfred was British, but Jason still had no idea how to handle it. He had her full, undivided attention, which part of him knew he’d never had in the physical city.

She had so many protectors watching over her, even the crankiest parts of Jason couldn’t begrudge her that. He wasn’t exactly sure he was enjoying it now.

“Ask,” she said softly, gently, the word still echoing around them but in a way that suddenly seemed more enclosed. More private. The echo of a bathroom instead of a grand cavern.

Sucking in another deep breath, Jason realized he had about a thousand questions. But he had to start with the most pressing.

“That shadow, what was it? It was… following the others, all of them. And you called it your son?”

She’d called him her son too, and for the first time since he’d died the word didn’t rankle. But that could be the next question.

The smile she gave him was blatantly approving and she waved a hand gently, a patch of smog in her surrounding cloud suddenly taking on a darker, more solid shape. It wasn’t the shadow itself, there was none of the buzzing adrenaline or life in its movements. Just a facsimile.

He still kind of wanted the All-Blades. Just, y’know, for evil testing.

“Yes, your… brother,” Lady Gotham said slowly, rolling the word over her lips as if tasting it. “That is the Curse of Gotham. Older than the city itself, technically, but before more people came it was simply a malevolence on a patch of land.”

She waved a hand, dispelling the temporarily solidified smog easily.

“It was only once the city was founded, then filled with souls and then despair and superstition and belief that he became a true Curse. As you are mine, the rogues are his. Bearing his mark, flying his flag, putting fear and doubt into every soul as they huddle against the chaos and swear to each other that there is a darkness here like no other.”

Somehow, this did not endear Jason to his “brother”. It didn’t please Danny either, who leaned just a little into Jason’s shoulder, a sudden wariness pinging through his aura.

“Wait, so the curse is older than you? Then why are you…” he trailed off, cheeks flushing suddenly as he asked what Jason was pretty sure was the least important question.

Gotham bestowed him with a gentle, somewhat less fond smile too. Favouritism where he was the favourite kinda make Jason’s skin buzz.

“As I said, it was the city which gave him form. Land can hold a myriad of curses, and any city built here would certainly have felt his affects. But belief…” she paused for a moment, lips pursing as she considered her next words.

Yellow eyes flicked back towards Jason, measuring him, and her smile spread into something distinctly self satisfied.

“Belief matters, for the Neverborn. It’s food and drink, our lifeblood, a source of power. And people believed in Gotham long before they made more than jokes about the curse. No one says that Gotham is on cursed land; they speak of Gotham’s Curse. And so he is mine.”

Jason got the distinct impression that while everything was well established now, it had been more touch and go at one point… close enough that having won was still a point of pride. He didn’t even realize he was smiling back.

It was also probably what she’d meant before… when she’d grown. His belief fed her. Which… kinda meant that him thinking they couldn’t possibly win a fight was a self fulfilling prophecy.

Not quite sure if that was funny or worrying, Jason dismissed the thought and refocused. Some curse was still stalking his family after all, and probably him when he went back to the living world.

“So if this Curse owns all the rogues… is he going to try and hurt the others?” He asked cautiously. Because if none of this was new, the Curse had been stalking them all since they put on the cowls.

How many close calls…

No. Jason hadn’t been in Gotham when Joker got him. He’d thought it was the arrogance of youth that had made him feel invulnerable in Gotham as a Robin, but now he knew there really had been hands hovering over him.

Hands that hadn’t dropped him until he’d left the city. Half the world away and all alone, still sure he was invulnerable… right up until he wasn’t.

He only realized his attention had been drifting when he snapped back, a large and achingly gentle thumb brushing his cheek. Now bigger than his head, still smelling of the smog of the city.

Lady Gotham smiled gently, the dark bats in her eyes crinkling.

“He is no danger to you,” she told him softly, focusing on the question that was asked. Not his wandering thoughts, though he got the feeling she knew anyway.

Drawing back, she looked thoughtfully from him to Danny, taking another drag on her traffic cone, apparently thinking. Held the smogs in for a long moment, until she seemed to come to a conclusion and blew out a long stream.

“The Curse makes the rogues; takes those already on the edge of something bad, and pushes them over. Turns the stagnation of despair into frantic, violent action. It is what he is, what he does… a lingering rot land deep, which feeds on the darkness and breeds more in the souls of Gotham’s inhabitants.”

That definitely sounded like something dangerous to Jason, but who was he to interrupt Gotham herself? A sidelong glance made him wonder if she’d caught that thought too; just how well could she read him?

She waved the smouldering traffic cone in his general direction, blanketing him in a wave of almost comforting black smog.

“And yet, you notice, so few of the rogues seek to permanently remove any of your heroes from the board?”

Danny sucked in a sharp breath beside him, Jason’s heart clenched, but before either could protest, Lady Gotham gave a heavy sigh and inclined her head, smile slipping entirely for the first time.

“The Joker is an unfortunate exception. There is… something worse there, deeper, darker, but I will explain later. For now, consider the others. So many who could, so many chances that they could have taken to kill each of you. I would not allow it, of course, yet even those who wish to see Batman permanently defeated rarely even try to end his life. It is not for no reason.”

There was a true solemnity, almost pain in her face as she spoke of the Joker, eyes fixed on Jason and full of sorrow. Yet nothing in her aura, no push of regret-sadness or anything similar. Nothing to affect his own emotions, and Jason had the feeling that that was deliberate.

As if she knew how much he hated being controlled, pushed around. Or she just… didn’t want to do that to him. It was tough to say, but he was also self aware enough to know he was puzzling that out rather than thinking much about her words.

Of course the Joker was something worse than the fucking Curse of Gotham. Naturally. And y’know what else he was?

Not Jason’s fucking problem right now.

Lady Gotham had paused with him, waiting for his acknowledgment apparently, and Jason gave a stiff nod for her to continue. He’d asked the damn question. He needed to focus on the answer.

A gentle incline of her head the only sign she’d seen anything at all, Lady Gotham continued.

“The Curse will not harm your family, and nor do most of the rogues seek to actually remove you, because your family’s activities are integral to powering the Curse,” she said simply, and that snapped any fragments of Jason’s attention firmly back into place as he stiffened.

Danny tensed beside him as well, still hanging back, but it was Jason who spoke. He didn’t need help on this one.

“Wait, what? How the hell are we helping the Curse?!” He demanded, brows furrowing.

If the Curse made the rogues by taking people on the edge and throwing them off, sure, that kinda made sense. Gotham had always been a cesspit of crime, but it used to be at least 85% less brightly spandex coloured before the Bat came along.

Much as Jason didn’t think Bruce took his mission far enough, he could admit that at least the “normal” gang violence had died down significantly. For one thing, most of the old gangs had been driven out by the rogues, or absorbed by converts like Penguin and Black Mask. There wasn’t much space in Gotham these days for just run-of-the-mill crime.

And Jason himself had gouged a chunk out of what was left, which he used to find extremely satisfying… but how would that help the Curse? Unless… the Curse had pushed that darkness in him…

Lady Gotham shook her head, that fond smile curling sadly at her lips as she reached down to gently tip his chin up with a massive finger.

“No, my dear… you are not helping the Curse. He could no longer exist without you,” she explained softly, the dark and dusty smogs building heavily around them. Just seeing them made Jason’s throat itch…

He clenched his jaw shut, focusing on her face instead. Waiting for that to make some fucking sense.

Lady Gotham hummed thoughtfully, holding his chin a moment longer before releasing him, waving a hand vaguely through the smoggy air.

“It is… contrast. There are no shadows without the light, no sweet without bitterness, no… no hope without despair. And no despair without hope.” She seemed pleased with the metaphor, bat signal eyes bright in suddenly building gloom. Which then fixed on him.

“When people lose hope… when they give up on Gotham, accept the awfulness in their lives as mundane, it drains them of their will, their power to believe. If nothing fights the Curse, pushes back on the tides of corruption, then who’s to say there is a curse at all? Just mundane bad governance. Certainly nothing unique about that, in this world.”

A hand cut through thick black clouds and Jason realized abruptly that he’d lost sight of everything but her eyes, shining in the darkness. And then the shadows spiralled in front of him, whipped by her fingers into a familiar black silhouette.

“But the Bats… the birds, all of Gotham’s caped defenders? No other city in the world could fail to be safe under your constant attentions. No other city could take the stream of wealth and charity Bruce Wayne pours into it and be less than utopian. And yet Gotham remains, a far better city than the one you were born in, but still one of the most dangerous places to live in this country.”

The shadowy bat began to glow, lined in a bright golden light, yet somehow it only made the surrounding shadows all the darker. It swished its cape, striking at invisible foes, and the clouds curled in around it.

“What else but a curse could cause this? And what a powerful curse it must be, with a new vigilante showing every month, and still not a dent?”

The blackness around them grew darker still, the bat’s glow suddenly seeming weak and fragile. Jason’s chest lurched, his heart screaming to reach out and catch the faltering figure, pull it close and keep it safe, but he stamped it down.

It wasn’t Bruce in danger. It was just a light-show, a visual demonstration. And it sure as hell didn’t need his protection.

And then a skewer of pure blackness plunged through its heart and the golden glow winked out, leaving them in pitch darkness.

Jason’s heart clenched, a dread chill running down his spine and he spun around, searching for Lady Gotham and her searchlight eyes, but he couldn’t see anything. Not even Danny, who always glowed faintly in his ghost form.

Still, her voice continued, completely calm and unshakeable.

“If the symbol falls… if the Bat is broken, the Curse will gain a great deal of power for a day. Perhaps a generation. And then people will forget, and forget that they believed, and it will wane once again. A much worse loss, now that he knows the power he can have.”

The billowing clouds of darkness pulled back and the glowing green of the Ghost Zone almost made Jason shield his eyes. They hadn’t moved, of course they hadn’t; Danny was still right beside him, his aura a heavy throb of new understanding-exasperated-mildly amuse.

Which… well, yeah, now that he could breathe again Jason could admit it had all been pretty dramatic. If she was his first ghost, he’d have assumed it was just a Gotham thing, but Danny was also a dramatic little shit, so.

Sucking in a deep breath, Jason blew it out slowly, calming the beating of his heart. Lady Gotham looked quite pleased with herself, still sat reclined a little ways away.

It was one hell of a powerpoint, and he was pretty sure he’d got the gist of things. Not that it made any of this make sense, but it was pretty much what he’d expect from magic.

“So… the Curse makes the rogues, to make people think the city is cursed, but it also wants to keep the vigilantes safe…” a phrase from an old book tugged at his mind, and Jason couldn’t resist a slight smile, “because you gain status by the quality of your enemies?”

It startled a short laugh from Danny, quickly stifled as Lady Gotham beamed her approval.

“In essence, yes. The struggle will be unending, because it must be, but we have come to… an understanding of late. Despair and death feed my Curse in the immediate sense, but when both are only to be expected… it’s a paltry meal. There is inevitability, even boredom, when it’s all despair all the time. So now the city has hope, and I prosper.”

Lady Gotham preened, plumping up her perfectly round curls, the same self satisfied smile she’d had when mentioning how she had become the dominant spirit. Maybe the Curse hadn’t quite worked out just how much she got out of their little understanding too. Then she shrugged.

“And the rogues have their little obsessions, their tricks and games, and sometimes there is despair and sometimes there is death. But what matters is that you are there to fight against it, to nobly win the battle…”

“Even if we’ll never win the war,” Jason finished grimly, his mood souring.

Wasn’t that what he’d always told Bruce? That his damn rules, his “No Killing” standard meant that everything else he did was pointless? That just locking people up in the bloody sieve that was Arkham was never going to change anything?

Lady Gotham’s smile softened to something bittersweet and sad, and she nodded gently.

“Gotham city will never know peace, Jason,” she told him gently, and suddenly she was smaller again, scant feet taller than him, and holding out a hand he’d be able to close his own around. “It will never be like any other city. But the only reason I stand at all is because people like you will look at this city, with its soot and its smuts and its people who have nowhere else to go, and decide that it is worth fighting for.”

Those eyes were fixed on him again, black bats on yellow lights, and then suddenly… suddenly the irises were black, and the bats a familiar deep red. It might have been a blink; it might just have been that sharp moment of change.

“There is one way that the war will end,” she told him softly, stepping closer through the void until he could have counted the pearls skittering across her dress, and every jet bead around them, if he could have looked away from her face.

“On the day that those heroes turn away, that all else give up on Gotham and turn their backs. When no one stands against the tide of night and it is dragged down and away into the dark heart of the Cursed land beneath. It is only hope that stands in the way of that end, my Jason Todd… my Robin.”

His brow furrowed and a fleeting smirk dashed across her lips, the faintest flicker of her gaze to Danny beside him, and Jason understood. It wasn’t Robin’s colours in her eyes, no matter what Damian had done to the suit.

Her Red Hood.

But she wouldn’t out him to Danny, not even now.

His gaze fell to her hand again, suddenly bare and dark and open and nails that were a rich, bloody red. His blood, and Bruce’s, and every vigilante, and every citizen, and every rogue that stood, and fought, and died for her. Every life that was ruined or ended, all in this fight that could never be won, only lost.

He met her gaze again, felt the red bat he’d emblazoned across his chest once more pierce his soul.

Because… this was what it really meant, to wear the bat. Not just that he had forgiven Bruce, that they’d reconciled, that he’d rejoined the family. That he wasn’t going to kill unless he had to, and there was no other choice.

No.

He wore the bat because he wasn’t just the Red Hood, a name he’d stolen from the damn clown and carved across the city in blood until people only thought of him when they said it. He wasn’t the crime lord who’d filled a bag with the heads of his rivals’ best lieutenants, took Crime Alley in a bloody fist, and was just another gang leader. Just a bigger, scarier, nastier guy than the people who’d wanted that alley before to strip mine its people and poison its kids.

And sure, being that guy had worked. It kept the worse gangs out. Kept his street kids fed and occupied, and mostly out of jail. Did what all of Bruce’s crusade had never managed to do; he’d cleaned up Crime Alley.

And it hadn’t been enough.

Hadn’t made anyone feel safe; not when all they had was Red Hood’s whim that kept them from going right back to the mess they’d been left in.

The Alley was different too, this last year. He’d always tried, as Hood and Jason. Wanted people to come together, build a community, to feel safe in their home and protect it.

To feel like someone finally, actually cared about them. That someone cared about Crime Alley for its people, not what they could take from them. That they would be defended.

And people had played along, back before he took the bat. They’d come out, cleaned up the street, fixed up some store fronts and made careful conversation, because that was what you did when the man with the big guns said he wanted you to play nice.

And they’d been wary, cautious, watching the Hood like he’d snap at any second no matter what Jay told them. And he’d known they were just… humouring him. Didn’t believe in it. And he’d thought the only way to get them to see was to keep going, keep giving back until they realized he really meant it all.

He’d patrolled since the first day he’d come back, but it had been the day he’d gone out in his modified uniform, the red bat on his chest, that things finally changed.

His working girls and boys didn’t straighten up when he approached. The street kids didn’t run when his shadow passed overhead. People looked up into the night and they smiled, thanked him, reached out to the gang and left little red bat signs in their windows.

With the red helmet and black body armour, he’d been just another thug to fear. And oh, he’d fucking hated it at first, turned his vision to sickly green that all this acceptance only came with B’s goddamn bat on his chest.

When the kids tagged it on walls, dumpsters, taunting threats at the edge of their territory to every other gang in Gotham, they finally had a bat-approved protector.

Never enough that he’d taken the bat off, though, and now he could see what all those little signs really said.

“We have a protector too.”

“Someone will find justice for us.”

And, his personal favourite (love those little Alley bastards), “Our bat’s bigger than yours.”

Bruce had put the shape on the symbol when he became the night and wanted to drive fear into the hearts of criminals instead of the ordinary citizens, but it wasn’t really his. It was Superman’s S, the symbol of the House of El, the symbol of Lady Gotham turned to something humans could see.

The symbol of a protector, a guardian, and uniquely Gotham’s own.

It was all there, in those red on black eyes, in that soft, knowing smile.

“Have you ever backed down from a fight just because you knew you couldn’t win, Jason Todd?” She asked softly, so softly, and he had to smile back.

She’d known him since the day he was born, and there was only one thing he could say to that.

He took her hand.

“Never.”

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LISTEN Y’ALL I HAVE BEEN HOLDING THIS LADY GOTHAM REVEAL SO CLOSE TO THE CHEST.

HER DRESS. HER HAIR. HER GODDAMN TRAFFIC CONE! Anyway she’s wonderful and she’s perfect and she will be back next chapter too, but fuck knows when that will be, so! Hopefully a little less time than this last one, but We Shall See.

This chappy will go up on AO3 tomorrow, I usually try and do same day but I gotta be up early Yet Again and I still…. Haven’t done replies on the last one, so 😅

Wish me luck for the next chapter, I have SO MANY things planned and the outline is just sizzling and we are finally out of introductions territory and it’ll be time for the Plot! Ah, my beloved plot, which will hopefully pick up and speed things along a little more in-fic timewise…

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