#police could beat you up whenever and for whatever they wanted

[yam-writes]

baby, show me what it's like

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: you were honestly thinking about quitting your job as a secretary at a police station, but then a new hire made you change your mind.

word count: 11k

warnings: 18+, smut, subby!leon, rookie!leon, virgin!leon, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, semi public sex, flirting, teasing, talks of masturbation

a/n: he's such a good boy <333 part 2? song from need to know by doja cat

You stared down at the piles of documents in front of you. Part of being a secretary at a police station was doing all of the paperwork that the officers didn’t want to do. It was exhausting, just staring at a million tiny words, scrubbing through legal terms that you had to teach yourself what they meant, and signing initials and names that weren’t even yours on dotted lines. If you wanted to keep the job, though, you had to put up with it. They paid well and honestly you couldn’t be bothered to search for another job. Plus, it came with perks and benefits. 

It would’ve been an added bonus that you got to stare at men in their uniforms all day, but most of their personalities were so awful that you couldn’t even find them attractive anymore. They were only nice to you when they conveniently forgot that you had already told them you wouldn’t let them hit. They were gross and mean and tiring to be around. Honestly, only a few months ago, you were just about to give up and call it quits. 

But then they hired someone new. 

Rookie Leon Kennedy, fresh out of the police academy. He was the talk of the station for a week before he even arrived. Apparently he was the top of his class, strong, always hit the targets in the practice range, aced every exam, and blew the physical portion out of the waters. He was a diamond in the rough, an ace, good at everything he did and worked extremely hard to get better at whatever it was that he wasn’t already good at. 

To you he sounded like he was going to be just another asshole, so whenever you heard anyone talking about him, you just rolled your eyes. That included hearing some of the other secretaries squealing about how “handsome and attractive that new rookie is.” 

How wrong you turned out to be. 

You were sitting at the front desk of the station one Monday morning. You were vaguely aware that it was Leon’s first day, but you were swamped with paperwork, so you honestly didn’t think too much about it. That is, until you looked up when you heard the front door open and laid eyes on the cutest boy you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open slightly and you had to physically clench your jaw to make sure that it didn’t drop onto the floor. 

He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped around his ears, his bangs teetering on the edge of falling over his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression wasn’t mean on account of his chubby cheeks and soft jawline making him look so squishy. His eyes were full of childlike wonder as he walked into the station, looking around and checking out the area. He was tall, his body wide, his strength evident even through the uniform that he wore. His arms were danling at his sides, his fingers bending up and down, his thumb attempting to crack knuckles that didn’t need to be cracked. You watched his chest heave as he breathed through his mouth, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed. 

You really thought you were going to pass out. You felt your heart threaten to jump out of your chest in the most cartoonish way possible. You were positive that anyone who was around could see it beating through your ribcage, its fast beat pulsating your entire body. Butterflies built up in your tummy, shooting down between your legs as you watched him scan the area. When his eyes landed on you and he gave you a big, bright smile, you were sure that you were actually going to pass out right then and there. 

If your pupils could have transformed, they would’ve been in the shape of hearts as you watched him walk towards you. When he was almost upon you, you finally regained your composure and cleared your throat, looking down at the stack of papers. You grabbed them, tapping them against the desk in an attempt to pretend that you were straightening them out so that it looked like you were doing something other than ogling at this man. Your head was spinning as he finally reached you, your mind full of thoughts of all the things you wanted to do to him. 

“Hi!” he said, straightening up, raising his hand and giving a small wave before glancing down and then dropping his hand. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” He looked into your eyes, his lips twitching slightly as he did. A small crop of blush covered the apples of his cheeks and he dropped his eyes, looking down at the wooden desk and clearing his throat. 

“I’m, uh, new here,” he said, his voice getting more quiet and slightly breathier. As he spoke, he poked his tongue against his top teeth causing him to have a small lisp. You were immediately filled with an overwhelming urge to reach over the desk and pinch his cute cheeks. You felt like you were looking at a little puppy. You leaned forward, your lips curling up into a smirk as you tried your best to listen to what he was saying. 

“I was just hired, so, uh, I don’t really know what to do or anything…” He cleared his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he swallowed. “I’m kind of nervous,” he said, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck and huffing out a breathy chuckle. He looked up at you again, giving you a sheepish smile. 

If you were being honest, though, you weren’t really listening to him. You were tracing the cage of his throat with your eyes, noting the mole that laid beside his Adam’s apple as well as the others that were scattered around his face and neck. You were memorizing every mark on his face, every small acne that dotted his jaw and cheek. You were studying how his biceps fulled up his sleeves completely, thinking about how his big hands would fit perfectly on the curves of your waist. You were raising your pen to your mouth and letting your gaze travel down further, staring at how his thighs were squeezing around the fabric of his pants. You were chewing on the tip of the pen as you allowed your eyes to travel to the center of his body, picturing what he could be hiding behind the buckle of his belt. 

You did happen to hear him say that he was nervous, and that piqued your interest. You looked up, looking at his face that had gotten a lot more red. He was rubbing his palms against the sides of his pants, clearing his throat every few seconds. As you kept your eyes on his, you saw his lips part and then he moved his hands, clasping them in front of himself. You let out a small giggle, leaning forward even more, pushing your chest together with your arms as you leaned onto the desk. It was clear that he was flustered, and that only made the horny part inside your brain ramp up even more. 

“Don’t be nervous!” you said, looking at him up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet. “We’re all really nice here.” You lowered your voice, trying to make it sound as seductive as possible. 

Leon’s mouth fell open and you heard a small sound come out from his throat. 

“Of course!” he exclaimed, raising his hands out in front of him. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” He cleared his throat and looked away, his eyes glancing down at your chest for a split second before widening slightly and shifting to the floor. “I-I’m sure you’re all very nice…” He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, his cute face full of a look of slight embarrassment. You smiled wider at him. “I-I just meant… Well, I mean, I’m just a nervous person, I guess.” He let out another nervous laugh, and snuck a glance up at you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking him up and down once again before leaning back in your chair. “Anything I can do to help you calm down, Mr. Kennedy?” You looked up at him with faux innocence. 

Leon stared at you for a second, his lips parting slightly. Thenn, he regained his composure and cleared his throat, shaking his head and chuckling at himself. 

“No, probably not,” he confessed, his voice breathy. He had a cute, boyish smile on his face, once that was full of actual innocence. You wanted to ride him until he cried. 

“I’ll calm down eventually,” he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You shook your head lightly, trying to reign yourself in. Leon was adorable, but you had to try and calm down. It wasn’t like you could just jump over the desk and ravish him- as much as you wanted to. 

“It was, uh…” Leon began, choking up on his sentence and swallowing. He turned even more red. “It was really kind of you to offer to help. And for being so nice. Um…” 

He had been looking into your eyes and you started licking your lips as you paid attention to him. The blush creeped down his face, covering his jaw and neck. He let out a small noise, which sounded almost like a whimper, as his body shifted. He cleared his throat once again and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing at himself. He looked extremely flustered. You loved it. You smiled even bigger at him, watching as he swayed his arms back and forth, trying to hide the fact that he was covering the front of his pants. 

“If, um…” Leon said, trying to keep the conversation going even through his flusteredness. You admired his determination to keep talking, but you also figured he was just blabbering because he was so nervous. Either way, you couldn’t stop thinking about making him continue to speak even as you were touching his dick. Hell, you even wanted to get under a desk in the office that you knew he was going to get and blow him as he tried his best to keep a conversation going with the chief. 

“If everyone here is like you,” Leon continued, his voice breathy, obviously trying to push his words out of his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart was in your throat, your tongue not staying still in your mouth as you licked your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth. “If everyone here is like you, then I think it’ll be a good job.” 

You looked up at his face, watching his breathing speed up and his eyes refuse to stay still. He was looking every except at you, but you could see him sneaking glances your way to see your reaction about what he had just said. His attempt at flirting… wasn’t very good. Rookie Leon Kennedy was awkward and nervous and shy. But something about him was so charming. His awkwardness was making your heart swell. His naivety and innocence was making your head spin. You wanted to get in his pants so bad, explore his body, make him feel better than he had ever felt before. You wanted to hear his shy moans and watch his hands twitch as he tried to keep himself composed, but ultimately failing. You wanted to tear him apart. 

“Mr. Kennedy,” you said, looking into his eyes and giving him a cheeky smile, “there’s no one else here like me.” You gave him a playful smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him to make your point clear. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” 

Leon’s head nodded absentmindedly, his mouth open as he stared at you. He listened intently, reacting to all of your words. You already knew he would be such a good boy. 

“I believe you,” he said shyly, his voice low. He looked down, a small smile on his face. You had never seen anyone so red before. 

There was a beat of silence as you stared at Leon, watching his obvious nervousness. You raised the pen to your mouth again, chewing idly as you stared at him, undressing him with your eyes. After a few seconds, he flanked up, looking at you with big eyes through his lashes. His lips were pink and wet, and you felt the knots in your stomach tightening as you thought about how good he must be at giving head. You found yourself swaying, practically fucking him with your eyes. His body moved too, shifting, his face twitching and his nostrils flaring. There was something in the air, tension that he definitely didn’t know what to do with. You let it sit, enjoying the sight of him being so flustered. 

Then, far too soon, it was broken. 

“Kennedy!” a gruff voice said, pulling both of you out of whatever trance you were in. 

You turned your head, watching as the chief walked up to the desk and clapped Leon on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, clearing his throat and turning around. His face was shocked and nervous, obviously worried that the chief would catch him doing… whatever it was he was just doing. You were sure he didn’t even know, his mind racing about all the possibilities of what could’ve just happened. He was so cute.

“Y-yes, sir?” Leon said, ever so polite. 

The chief’s eyes shifted to yours, and a look spread across his face that you couldn’t quite place. You ignored him, though, only giving him a nod and a small smile as you sat back in your seat, turning your head back down to the paperwork in front of you. 

He cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to Leon. “Come with me, young man, I’ll show you around.” 

“Yes, sire,” Leon said again, nodding like an obedient puppy. 

His focus was now completely on the chief, intent on impressing him and doing his job well. As he listened to whatever stupid story that the chief was beginning to tell as they started walking away, Leon snuck as glanced at you. He gave you a small, shy smile and a nod of his head, and you returned the favor. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers at him, waving flirtatiously. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, turning his head away from you nervously. You giggled out, not taking your eyes off of him. 

You watched him walk away beside the chief. As he went, his hands didn’t leave the front of his pants. But clasping his hands in front of him didn’t stop his boner from being visible from the side. You saw the tent pitched in his pants, the fabric poking against his first in front of him. His bulge was… big, to say the least. It was obvious that he wasn’t even half hard; he was rocking a complete erection. He was obviously really sensitive. You hadn’t even touched him, had barely even flirted with him, and he was already squeezing his eyes shut to get his dick to go down. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked at it, your imagination going wild thinking about how big he had to be. 

When he had walked through a door and disappeared further into the building you finally looked away. You sighed, staring down at the paperwork in front of you. You let out a small laugh as you looked at it. Maybe I’ll stick around here a little longer, you thought, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile. 

After that, you started enjoying your job significantly more. All of the paperwork and the annoying men were worth it because you got to see Leon everyday. You spoke to him any chance you could get, which honestly wasn’t a lot. He was busy going on patrol and sitting in on meetings and helping with small cases and whatever else rookie cops got up to. You caught him sometimes when he was coming into and leaving the station. Every time you would give him a big smile and a wave. He would always blush bright red and give you a shaky smile as he cleared his throat and looked away. More than once did you catch his breathing getting heavier. 

Still, though, at first you did try to keep a safe distance from him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries and make him actually uncomfortable, so you managed to control yourself enough to not pounce on him anytime you saw him. However, once you caught him staring at you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you decided that you could amp it up a little bit. 

You started making sure that you could run into him any chance that you could get. Instead of just giving him a smile, you spoke to him, keeping your voice light and breathy. You stood close to him, placing your hands on his arm, admiring how small they were compared to him. You leaned in close, pressing your body against his as you looked up at him through your lashes. You licked your lips as he talked, watching the apples of his cheeks turn red and his lips blush pink. You listened to the way his voice got breathy and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths and got so flustered just from some heavy flirting. 

Admittedly, it was probably torture for the poor guy. You were really going hard with the flirting- calling him strong, telling him he’s so good at his job, complimenting him on everything, rubbing your hands on his biceps, tapping against your lips, fucking him with your eyes, and anything else that you could think of that would drive him crazy because you thought he looked so good when he was all flustered. You would drop things on the ground just so that you would have to bend down and pick them up in front of him. You even made it a point to get a bag of lollipops and suck on them, circling your tongue on the candy anytime he was around, making eye contact with him while still pretending to be as innocent as possible. 

It was obvious that he liked it. You could hear the way he got all nervous and you could see the way his hands got clammy and you noticed every time his eyes scanned your body, looking at every sensitive part of you. You saw the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You even noticed the slight palming of his dick he did when he was sitting behind his desk as you spoke to the chief in front of his office. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed and he stared in anger as you spoke to any of the other officers. You saw his hands clench into fists and his face turn red as stared intently at whoever you were talking to until you glanced up at him. His face softened when he made eye contact, and he looked desperate for your attention, but he was still trying to be respectful. It was all so cute. Everything he did was so cute. 

It all built up over the next few months, and every time you thought about Leon you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together behind the front desk. You touched yourself to the thought of him, thinking about his rough hands grabbing your waist and his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you. You got off just by thinking about how pretty he would look lying flat on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention, whimpering and squirming as you licked up and down his shaft, not letting him cum until you said so. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. 

A few months after Leon started working at the station, you had to stay late to finish up some paperwork that an officer shoved off onto you. It was a lot because the case was big, and even though he didn’t really do anything, he was getting all the credit for it, which meant lots of documents. Which, of course, meant that you had to be the one to do it. And, to make matters worse, he waited until the last possible moment to try and get it finished, so it all had to be written out and signed by the next day, which meant that you had to stay late. 

You didn’t want to take work home with you, so you got caught up in trying to get it finished before leaving. You didn’t even realize it was so late until you finally signed on the last dotted line and dropped your pen. You stretched in your chair, looking around at the empty station. Most of the lights had been turned off, so you sat in the dim lighting. Honestly, it was almost scary. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time- 11:38 pm. Jesus Christ, you thought. This took longer than expected. 

Your eyes were heavy as you pushed yourself back in your seat, grabbing at your things to gather them up. You were completely focused on packing up that you were only vaguely aware of the footsteps that you heard from behind you. You figured it was just the nighttime janitor or security guard walking around, but then you heard a voice that made all the stress of the day wash away from you completely. 

“Oh, you’re finished?” you heard from behind you. 

You immediately knew that it was Leon’s voice. You could pinpoint his even tone and deep range out of any lineup. You had spent the last few months memorizing the sound of it. You felt your heartbeat pound against your chest and excitement fill up your head. You turned around, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you faced him. 

He was standing in front of the desk awkwardly, shifting on his feet and fumbling with his own hands. He was looking at you, his eyes not staying in one spot, moving around as he avoided looking into your eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was slightly flat. He looked tired, and honestly all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and make him cum so hard so he could fall asleep. You wanted to play with his hair and rub his back and kiss his shoulders. You wanted to hide him under your blanket and keep him in your bed away from the world. 

You blinked, trying to pull yourself back to reality. 

“Yeah,” you said, giving Leon a friendly smile and sighing, gesturing towards the paperwork. “Just got done with all of this. It was a pain.” You let out a laugh and looked back up at him. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “What are you still doing here?” you asked. 

“O-oh,” Leon said, nervously. “Well, just, you know, the same as you. Getting some work finished.” You could see a few beads of sweat lining his forehead. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. 

Your mouth twitched as you stared at him, your smile threatening to turn into something that wasn’t just friendly. 

“Well, isn’t it convenient that we got finished at the same time!” you exclaimed, teasing him about the fact that you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. You knew as much as the next guy that there wasn’t anything Leon could’ve been doing that would make him have to stay this late. You made a mental note to pry the true reasoning out of him later, but for now, you had something else on your mind. 

“Y-yeah,” Leon breathed out, letting out a huffy laugh. 

You let your eyes drift down his body. He had already gained some muscle weight since being there. He always wanted to stay on top of everything, working out and keeping his body exercised. If he was strong before, he was surely a brute now. It was so cute, though, because his body was so fit and toned, but his actions made him seem almost like a little kid. You wanted to just eat him up. Something inside you broke, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. It had been a long day. What better way to destress than to fool around with the most adorable boy in the world? 

“Hey, Leon,” you said, your voice peaking slightly. 

He perked up, looking up at you like a puppy whose owner had just called his name. You had to hold yourself back from jumping over the desk. 

“I was gonna go get a coffee from the break room before I left- you know, to keep myself awake,” you continued. Leon stared at you wide eyes as he listened intently. “Do you wanna join me?” 

Leon swallowed and let out a choked noise. He honestly looked like he was about to throw up, but he nodded rapidly and choked out, “Y-yes! I wanna come.” Then, his eyes widened in horror as he raised his hands and clarified. “I mean, I wanna go with you! To the break room. I wanna go.” 

You let out an adoring laugh and looked down, feeling your face blush from his words and actions. You nodded and then made your way around the desk, leaving your things lying on top of it. You stood beside Leon, his body language awkward, unsure of how to navigate the situation that he was in. You smiled at him. He was so endearing. You reached out and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, leaning against him. His body tensed up and you heard him hold his breath. You giggled up at him, and then began walking, pulling him along by his arm. 

You dragged Leon away from the front desk and down the hallway towards the first floor break room. You made casual conversation as you walked, asking him how his day was and smiling up at him as he stuttered out all that he got up to. He started rambling about his day, getting really into his words. You hung onto his arm as he waved his hand around, using them as he explained. He was really endearing, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy- and this time you felt like they might mean a little more than just wanting to get in the boy’s pants. 

When you reached the door of the break room, you turned around and slid your hands down Leon’s arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room with a smile. You watched him suck in a breath of air before you let go of his hand and turned around, heading to the coffee machine. As you reached the counter, though, you felt Leon’s presence behind you. He grabbed you, his fingers softly wrapping around your wrist. 

“I can do it!” he exclaimed, probably a little louder than what he meant. You turned around and looked up at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw his face. His eyes were furrowed and his lips were pressed tight in determination. It was so cute how much he wanted to do this for you- something as small as making coffee. 

God, you wanted to choke on his dick so badly. 

You gave him a nod, not taking your eyes off of him as you said, “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Leon.” 

He looked down shyly, the corners of his mouth twitching. You saw him shuffle, kicking his feet lightly. 

“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled shyly. 

You looked at him in adoration, and then turned around. You sat down at the table, staring at Leon as he turned around and began messing with the coffee machine. You watched as his back flexed in his button down, the fabric stretching as he moved his arms. His shoulders bounced up and down. You were completely mesmerized. He had the most perfect body you had ever seen. Before you could stop yourself- not that you even wanted to- your mouth was moving. 

“You’re so strong, Leon,” you said, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand. “All the other rookies they’ve hired have been like shrimp.” You let out a small laugh. 

You heard Leon let out a shuddered breath. He finished with the machine and then turned around. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish smile. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. He looked down at the floor, only glancing up at you through his lashes. 

“I’m not really all that strong…” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. “I, uh, I mean I work out and stuff, but,” he let out a genuine laugh, his face lighting up slightly. He looked up at you, giving you a boyish grin. “I also like to eat,” he said, playfully. 

“I think you look good,” you said, matter-of-factly. You pushed yourself up and stepped over towards Leon. You kept some distance, but only a bit. You glanced down at his lips, licking yours as you did. 

“R-really?” Leon asked, clearly surprised. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, swaying closer to him, but letting your chests touch. You reached your hands out gently and slid them down his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze. “You’ve got really nice arms.” You looked up into his wide and nervous eyes, giving him a cheeky smile. “They’re so big.” 

Leon let out a choked noise and a small whimper. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. You smiled at him, happy with where this was going and the fact that he wasn’t pulling away. You took the opportunity to lean closer, pressing your bodies together. You could feel his already half hard cock against you, and it took your breath away. The bulge was already big and firm as it pressed against your thigh, and you had to physically stop yourself from grinding against it. Instead, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Do you have anything else that’s big, Leon?” you asked, your voice teasing. 

Leon swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately started sputtering. “Uh… Um… I- uh…” 

He looked around, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. He was so nervous and flustered, so inexperienced and innocent. It was so cute watching him devolve into such a mess so fast. You wanted to ruin him even more. 

“Well, I, uh…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was just trying not to choke. “My, uh, m-my… My dick!” he finally said, looking at you with an attempt of confidence. 

You almost choked as he made his exclamation. You looked up at his face, seeing his obvious shyness that he was trying to force himself not to feel. You let out a laugh and pushed yourself away, looking at him up and down with a raised eyebrow. 

“You know, I really thought you were gonna say your heart,” you commented. 

“That too!” Leon proclaimed, shifting against the counter. He was barely leaning against it anymore, instead standing on his legs, slouching slightly so that he wouldn’t be as tall as he really was. You noticed he did that a lot. 

I’m gonna have to do a lot of work to get this boy’s confidence up, you thought, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

You pulled back slightly, placing your hand over his heart, feeling the fast beating pound against your palm. He stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open. You slid your hand down his torso, feeling his tummy suck in as you glided your fingertips across it. You kept eye contact as you reached his pants, tugging on his belt. 

“Can I see?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Leon nodded his head immediately, but then he looked away, his eyes shifting down to his feet. 

“I-I wanna show you, but I…” He took a deep breath, furrowing his brows, looking upset at himself. “I’m nervous,” he said, quietly. 

“Leon,” you cooed his name, tilting your head and looking at him with a face full of sympathy. “You don’t have to be nervous.” You didn’t move your hand from his belt, keeping your fingers shoved slightly behind it, feeling his tummy bump against your knuckles as he breathed hard. 

“I just… I don’t have much, uh, e-experience,” Leon stuttered, his mind moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “So, I-I don’t really k-know what to- um- what to do…” He glanced up at you in anticipation, nervous for your response. 

Your heart swelled as you heard him. You really thought you were going to pass out. You knew that Leon was a little shy, but you didn’t think he’d have “not a lot of experience.” You just assumed he was one of those guys that got a lot of pussy because of how awkward he was. You knew it was working on you and he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t believe that you were going to get to be the one to give him more experience, get to be the one to make him feel good, get to be the one to get him addicted to getting his dick touched. Your head was swimming, but you tried to stay focused. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said gently, giving Leon a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything except sit back and feel good.” 

He stared at you, his eyes shifting down to your lips as he licked his own. He took a deep breath and then asked, “Can- can I kiss you?” 

Your smile grew bigger when you saw the anticipation and excitement in his eyes. You moved your hands from his belt and raised them, grabbing his face. You felt his soft skin on your palms as you squished his cheeks together. His breathing got heavier as you leaned up on your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours. You pressed your lips together gently, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. You leaned back down, flat on your feet, and looked up at him with a small smile. 

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide, lost in the small kiss that you had just shared. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you…” 

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a little pouty. 

Leon scoffed, but he looked at you with a grin on his face. “Because I’m a gentleman.” 

“Does a gentleman pop a boner every time he sees me?” you teased. 

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise and he instinctively covered his hands over the center of his pants. It was obviously too late, though. You already knew he was hard and you were getting almost desperate to pull it out of his underwear. 

“You noticed that?” he asked, his voice raising an octave in embarrassment. 

“It’s kind of hard not to,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip as you let your eyes trail down his body to the bulge in his pants. 

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, shifting against the counter. 

You shook your head reassuringly, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, nuzzling slightly as he looked at you shyly. 

“I think it’s cute,” you said. “You’d always get so worked up and all I would do was flirt with you a little.” You eyed him, looking at him up and down, staring at the bulge once again. You lowered your hand from his face and slipped your fingers behind his belt, wiggling them against his lower tummy. 

“I bet you’re really sensitive, yeah?” you said breathily, leaning towards him, ghosting your lips together. You looked down at his pink wet lips, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Can I find out?” 

Leon swallowed and nodded, his eyes wide as he stared at you, seemingly in a daze. 

“P-please,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on a whimper. 

You gave him a big smile and then leaned up, placing another kiss on his lip. This one you made sure to heat up, opening your mouth slightly so that you could run your tongue along his lower lip. He whined as you did, and you took that opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth. You felt his hands move as he let out a gasp. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue against mine, trying his best to assert some kind of dominance. You wrestled your tongues together for a few more moments, but when you felt his cock twitch against your tummy, you pulled away. 

You gave him a mischievous smile, looking at his flushed face and his swollen lips. His eyes were big, his pupils blown out. He was breathing hard out of his open mouth, staring at you in admiration. You raised your eyebrows at him as you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees in front of him. You heard him let out a choked sound, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. He let out a small whine and accidentally bucked his hips. You smiled more, raising your hands to grab his hips, holding him still. 

“S-sorry,” he said. “You j-just…” He looked down at you, his mouth hanging open as he continued to breathe hard. “Fuck, you look so good. Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and looked away again, his chest heaving. “Oh, my fucking God.” 

You let out a giggle as you moved your hands back to the center of his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt. 

“I didn’t peg you as someone who swears so much,” you teased. 

Leon shook his head, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut. You watched him bite his lip as he tried to suppress his whines. 

“Not usually,” he said, unable to make proper sentences. “Sometimes. Right now.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “You look really… pretty.” 

“Imagine my view,” you said, pulling open his belt and messing with the button. He sucked his tummy in. “A pretty boy all blushy up above me? So nervous he doesn’t know what to do?” You undid the button and zipped down the zipper, pushing the flaps of his pants back before looking up at him to sell home your next point. “It’s like I just won the lottery.” 

Leon let out a whimper and shook his head, reaching his hands behind him and grabbing the counter. 

“Can’t say that stuff to me,” he said, his voice breathy. “Too nice.” 

“You’re such a good boy, Leon,” you said. “I gotta be nice to you.” 

You turned back to the center of his body. You pushed the flaps to the side more and shoved his pants down slightly around his hips. He sucked in a breath of air as his hard dick sprung forward against his underwear. You smiled, watching as it twitched against the fabric. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against where his tip would be, shoving your tongue against the wet spot that he had made. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. His fingers twitched and his chest heaved. 

You continued to press your tongue against the wet spot on his underwear, licking at his clothed tip as you held onto his hips to stop him from bucking them. You moved one hand and gripped the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around it as much as you could over his underwear. You moved it slowly, sliding the fabric along the sensitive skin, no doubt sending friction spreading throughout his entire body. Leon moaned and whimpered above you, trying his best to keep himself quiet and still. 

After a few minutes, you pulled back, sliding your hands up and slipping your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You shoved them down slightly, exposing the top part of his shaft as well as the crop of pubic hair. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, his fingers twitching. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, watching his big reactions. A question popped into your mind and you had to ask. 

“Leon?” you said gently, getting his attention. He looked down at you, his eyes big and watery. He looked scared, like he might’ve done something wrong. “How much experience do you have?” you asked. 

A look of embarrassment immediately washed over his face. The blush that had just begun to disappear suddenly appeared even brighter. 

“N-not much,” he said, repeating what he had said earlier. 

You gave him a big, teasing smile. “Are you a virgin?” you asked. 

Leon let out a whimper, squirming. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at you, nodding his head. 

“Have you ever done anything?” you asked, feeling your heart beat fast against your chest. Getting to touch him in a way no else had, being the first person to touch his dick, running your tongue and hands all over the unexplored part of his body…? It made your head spin. 

Leon shook his head again, clearly embarrassed. He looked disappointed in himself. 

“J-just a couple of makeouts… It never went any further.” He looked at you, ashamed of himself. He tried to crack a smile, but you could tell he felt bad. “I guess I wasn’t any good.” 

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you said, your voice sincere. 

His eyes widened and his head shot down to look at you. He looked surprised that you had complimented him and genuinely meant it. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay, baby?” you said, your voice seductive. 

Leon nodded, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spoke, his voice small. “Th-thank you.” 

“Well aren’t you just so polite?” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to his underwear. 

You shoved them down even more, pushing them down enough for his dick to spring forward. Your suspicions were right. Leon was big. It was long and thick with veins running down all around his shaft. The tip was bright red and leaking. His blush reached the base, ghosting lightly along his skin. He had the prettiest dick you had ever seen. The fact that he was just walking around with this having no idea what to do with it… Christ, your mouth was practically watering. 

You slid one hand across his pubic area, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He was trying hard to keep his breath steady. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, silent moans threatening to come out. You smiled at him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and lifting it up. You pressed it against his tummy, watching the precum stick to his skin. You leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing the flat part against one of his balls. 

Leon immediately let out a moan, low and breathy. 

“Fuck,” he whined through gritted teeth, his hands still clenching the countertop. 

You smiled, pushing your tongue against him even harder. You moved your head, pressing your face against his face where it met his balls. You licked up, running your tongue along his balls, pulling one into your mouth and sucking lightly before letting it out with a pop. As you licked at him, you felt the textured skin on your tongue, slight bumps from where he had just shaved. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that even though he wasn’t getting any he still made it a point to keep himself groomed. 

Not that you would care if he wasn’t, to be completely honest. 

“F-feels so good,” Leon breathed. You glanced up at him, continue to lick his balls and the bottom of his dick. You moved your hand lazily, pressing the heel against his dick to grind into it. “Feels like I’m in f-fucking heaven.” 

You let out a breathy laugh, ghosting your breath along his sensitive skin. You pulled back, looking up at him as you began moving your hand a little more, beginning to properly jerk him off. 

“Imagine when I pop your cherry and let you put it in me,” you commented. 

Leon let out a gasp, gripping the counter tighter. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, his eyes wide. 

“You… You’ll let me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. 

You eyed him. “Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want.” 

“Fuck,” he whimpered, squirming. “What if I’m not any good? N-never done it before…” He let his voice trail off, looking away, embarrassed. 

You chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to keep doing it until you get good at it, yeah?” 

Leon whined, bucking his hips into your hand. 

“Gonna get you addicted, baby,” you said, lowering your head back down to his dick. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at the sensitive skin. You fisted his tip, twisting your wrist so that you could circle it. You felt the precum on your hand. You looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown out. You only had one thing on your mind- make Leon cum until he saw stars. 

“Gonna make it so the only thing you can think about is my mouth on your cock,” you continued. “You like that?” 

Leon whined, nodding his head rapidly. His fingers twitched at his side. 

“Already think about you all the time,” he confessed, his face blushing. 

“Really?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You moved your hand around his tip to keep him satisfied. He sighed a happy sigh, his lips curling upwards in a small smile. He nodded, clearly lost in his own world but still trying to keep up the conversation. 

“Did you… touch yourself to me?” you asked, a slight mocking tone in your voice. 

Leon nodded again, his face blushing even brighter. 

“Yes,” he whispered. “A… A lot. After my first day, I…” He gulped, taking a deep breath so he could keep himself composed. “When I got to my car I couldn’t wait. I jerked off in the parking lot and I accidentally moaned your name.” He shifted, shame written on his face. “I felt bad, but…��� He opened his eyes to look down at you. His pupils were huge, almost completely overtaking his pretty blue irises. “But you’re just so pretty, I can’t help it.” He sighed, a small smile on his face. 

“Dirty boy,” you teased, leaning down once again to place little licks on his balls. You moved your hand more, rubbing your palm up and down more inches of his cock. 

“Only for you,” he breathed, his voice high pitched and whiny now. “Never anyone else. 

“Mhm,” you hummed against his shaft. 

“Wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me in the break room of my job,” Leon said, and then you watched as the situation seemingly fully hit him for the first time. His face fell and he looked worried. He looked down at you, slightly frantic. “Sh-should we stop? I mean, what if someone comes in…?” 

“No one’s here,” you mumbled, now completely focused on licking and sucking near the bottom of his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. Just let yourself feel good.” 

Your words seemed to ease Leon, because he relaxed back against the counter. You looked up at him, seeing his perfectly content face. He looked like he was on cloud nine, in complete bliss. You had never seen someone so satisfied before and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around his dick and taken him in your throat yet. Your head started spinning as you thought about how he was going to react to that. 

After a few more minutes, you finally moved away from his sensitive and overstimulated balls. You dragged the flat part of your tongue up the thick vein that lined the bottom of his cock. When you reached the top, you circled your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. It was salty and honestly didn’t taste very good, but you didn’t care. You snuck a glance up at him, hearing his whimpers and whines, clearly still trying to keep himself quiet. 

You slid your hand down his shaft, the side bumping into his balls as you finally wrapped your lips around the tip. He sighed, thrusting his hips forward slightly, accidentally pushing a few more inches in your mouth. You gagged, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He had raised his hand, shoving his palm over his mouth. His other hand was at his tummy, grabbing at his shirt to hold it up over his abs, the fabric balled in his fist. 

You raised your hand and grabbed his hips to hold him still as best you could. Despite you clearly having the upper hand, Leon was still a big man who was a lot stronger than you. When he felt your fingers on his hips, though, he melted into your touch. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing his hips back and looking down at you. 

You pulled off of him, going back to licking his tip. You had spit pooling on your lips from choking a moment before, so you let it dribble onto his dick. You slid your hand up to his tip and gathered the spit on the side of your palm so you could rub his shaft easier. As you did, you leaned back down and sucked his wet tip into your mouth. 

“I’ll-I’ll try not to cum too fast,” Leon breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked like he was going to cry. 

You hummed around his tip, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“I- uh,” Leon swallowed, trying hard to keep himself composed. “I’ll try to tell you when I do.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re supposed to do that, right?” 

You pulled off of him again, leaning back on your heels as you continued to jerk him off lazily. 

“It’s the nice thing to do, yes,” you confirmed, feeling a strange sense of pride at having to answer his question about getting a blowjob. 

Leon nodded obediently. “Okay,” he said, swallowing. He looked down, watching your hand move on his cock. His eyes shifted up, and he looked into yours. “I’m nice, yeah?” 

You gave him a big smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the underside of his head.” 

“You’re really nice,” you said, looking up at him, ghosting your lips against his sensitive skin. “You’re such a good boy, Leon.” 

He sucked in a breath and then let out a small whimper. His hips bucked slightly and you gave him a sly smile. 

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right?” 

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so turned on, so horny that it was insane. You were willing to do anything to keep giving Leon head. 

“Yeah, baby,” you said, your voice growing a touch more husky and raspy. You leaned back down, placing open mouthed kisses against his shaft. “You’re my good boy.” 

“Do anything you say,” Leon whined. He kept his one hand grabbing onto his shirt, but he ran the other through his hair. “I promise, b-baby.” 

“I know, Leon,” you said, a small laugh leaving your lips. 

You looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was a wreck above you. His hair was messy and his face was red. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips were parted, breathy whimpers coming out. 

“God, look at you,” you cooed, your voice low as you continued to kiss the side of his dick. “Standing there so pretty, letting me touch your dick however I want.” 

“Feels good,” Leon said, his voice a whisper. 

“I’d say,” you mocked, dragging out the syllable. You dragged your lips up his shaft until you reached his tip. “Make sure you let me know how good this feels, okay, baby?” 

Leon started to nod, his eyes heavy as he looked down at you, but he was quickly cut off by the feeling of you taking him inside your mouth. His body spasmed, his hips jerking, but you were prepared for his big reactions that time. You relaxed your throat, letting him buck his hips once before catching himself. His hands shot away from the counter and landed on your head. He didn’t push it, though. Instead, he rested his palm against the sides of your head. As you pulled back and lowered your head again, you felt his fingers twiddle against your ears and play with your hair. You smiled as much as you could. Even when he was in such a vulnerable position, even when he was getting his dick sucked for the first time, he was still there to make sure that you stayed grounded. 

You steadily took more of him, breathing through your nose. Leon’s scent was always strong, but being this close to him in such a precarious position made it intoxicating. Your head was spinning, your vision going blurry as inch after inch slid down your throat. Leon kept his hands on your head, his thighs and hips twitching as he tried to keep himself composed enough not to thrust in your mouth and fuck your throat as hard as he wanted. He really was big, but you were determined to take as much as you could. 

You felt him slide down your throat, your walls clenching around him, squeezing his dick as you bounced your head on it. He moaned above you, his mind completely engulfed in the blowjob. He had stopped worrying about being quiet, the way your throat was tight around his dick enough to make him let loose the whiniest whimpers you had ever heard. He sounded so pretty and so desperate. It was like music to your ears. 

The sounds Leon was making only encouraged you to go down further. You pulled back, kissing and licking his tip as you took a deep breath. Then, you grabbed his hips and lowered your head down, pushing his dick deeper down your throat. You felt the tip hit the back and you gagged, which only made him sputter, his entire body spasming. You thought for a moment that he was about to cum, so you looked up at him, only to see that he was already looking down at you. 

“Th-the whole thing?” he asked, his voice small. He looked like he was in a daze. You felt his dick twitch inside your throat. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He tipped his head back, his tummy heaving as he breathed hard. You pulled back, licking underneath the head of his dick. You looked up at him as you did, watching as he went in and out of consciousness, looking at you with heavy lids. 

“Never ever thought I’d get your mouth around me,” Leon began, his voice high and breathy. He shook his head, raising one hand from your head to run his fingers through his hair. “Nuh uh, never ever ever.” 

You continued to slobber all over his dick, pushing your tongue against his shaft, licking anywhere that you could. You held onto his hips, pushing your thumbs into the skin underneath his hip bones. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice gravelly. He sunk against the counter, his hand sliding down his body. He reached out, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his fingers underneath your jaw. 

You rewarded him by wrapping your lips around his raging red tip once again, and any romantic moment he was feeling was washed away immediately. His face twisted into the beautiful pleasured face he had before and his fingers clenched, grabbing your ear. 

“Never thought I’d ever even get a chance with you,” he said. You looked up at him, watching him talk as his eyes stayed squeezed shut. You bobbed your head up and down sloppily. “Thought you were too good for me. Thought I’d just have to be happy working at the same place as you.” 

You let your eyes stare up at him. You pulled off, sliding his dick out of your throat and going back to licking at it as you listened to what he was saying. His face was turning red and his voice was getting breathier as he continued to babble. 

“Thought I’d just have to be happy jerking off to you,” he confessed. 

You hummed against his tip, placing a kiss against the slit and then pulling back, giving him a mischievous smile. 

“Can you tell me about it, baby?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He looked down at you, shame and worry on his face, but his dick twitched against your lips. 

“Wh-when I was in my car, that first day, I-...” He swallowed hard as you went back to suckling on his cock. Your ears burned red as you listened to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

You moved one hand down and grabbed his cock, pushing it up so you could lick a long stripe underneath up to his tip. Leon breathed hard. 

“I- fuck!- I was so hard,” he grunted. Clearly he was finding it harder to get his words out by that point. “I felt like I was gonna pass out. I just… I just had to touch it. It was twitching in my pants and leaking so much…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making his lips swollen. 

You circled your tongue around his for only a moment before lowering your head down, taking him in your throat. You grabbed his hips again, keeping him steady. It wasn’t working very well anymore, though. Leon was clearly close to his orgasm because his hips wouldn’t stay still and he wouldn’t stop talking. 

“I came so fast and I thought about you the whole time,” he moaned out. “I thought about you riding me and grabbing my shoulders and digging your nails into my skin.” 

Leon bucked his hips harder as you took more inches in your mouth. You flexed your throat, clenching around him as he stretched out your walls. His voice sped up and he sounded more and more desperate as the seconds passed. 

“Want you to mark me. Wanna have scratch marks and hickeys all over me.” Leon’s mind was moving fast, his mouth barely able to keep up. “Wanna let you do everything to me. Want you to… fuck, fuck, fuck. Want you to ruin me- holy shit!” 

Leon’s hands grabbed onto your hair, tugging hard as he bucked his hips. You held onto his hipbones, letting him fuck your mouth to his obvious near completion. 

“I’m gonna cum-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

It was only a few seconds later that Leon’s sudden fast movements were frozen, his cock buried deep inside your mouth. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as he came down your throat, spilling thick strings out. 

His fingers loosened and his hands dropped to his sides as you continued to suck him off, milking all of his cum out. When there was nothing left, you pulled off, looking up at his hazy eyes as you swallowed down his orgasm. When it was down, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, giving him a big smile. 

He looked like he was going to pass out. He gave you a shaky smile and then tipped his head back, breathing hard at the ceiling. You laughed, giving his thigh a pat as you pushed yourself up. Leon stayed leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him. You stared at him, watching as his eyes stayed closed and he kept a smile on his face. He swayed lightly, in his own little world full of bliss and post nut pleasure. He was practically glowing. 

You laughed again, shaking your head at him playfully. You reached your hands out and grabbed his dick. He only smiled bigger, letting you put his dick away and fix his pants. By the time you had gotten the belt back on, he seemed to be stable enough to keep his eyes open. He stared at you, watching your eyes move with a goofy smile on his face, his front teeth showing. You looked up at him, but had to quickly look away. He was making your heart flutter in a much more fluffy way than before. 

“What?” you asked, blush creeping across your cheeks. 

Leon shook his head, but his smile didn’t leave. “Nothing,” he replied, still eyeing you. 

“Why are you staring?” you squeaked, reaching out and giving him a slight push. 

Leon shrugged, looking away shyly. “You’re just pretty.” 

“Hey!” you said, reaching out and poking his chest. “You didn’t stutter.” You gave him a playful smile. 

Leon’s cheeks blushed and his smile got shy. He closed his eyes gently and let out a breath of air through his nose, his lips curling upwards slightly. He looked breathtaking. As you stared at him, thought, you saw his eyes open and a worried expression crossed his face. He turned his head and looked at you, almost frantic. 

“W-wait!” he exclaimed, reaching his hands out and ghosting his fingers on your arms. He pulled you slightly closer to him. “I can do you! I mean, I’ve never done it before, so I probably won’t be any good, but-” 

“Leon,” you said with a laugh, cutting him off. You patted his cheek, shaking your head reassuringly. “I wanna save you doing me for next time.” You gave him a sly smile, flickering your eyes at him up and down. 

“N-next time?” he asked, his voice small. 

You nodded, stepping forward. “Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, feeling his hands take place on your hips. They fit perfectly, as if that’s where they belonged. 

“I still have to let you put it in, remember?” you teased. 

His eyes widened and his hands rubbed around your lower back. 

“Y-” he began, but was cut off by a choke. He cleared his throat and continued. He looked around, lowering his head closer to you and whispering, his eyes wide. “You were serious?” he asked, his slight lisp shining through in his surprise and amazement. 

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You think I’d just leave you hanging like that? Besides, I gotta teach you how to make me feel good.” 

“I wanna learn!” Leon exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly, trying to show you that he really meant it. “I’ll try my best for you! I-I wanna make you feel as good as you just made me feel…” He looked away, clearly shy from his own words. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, so that’s exactly what you did. He froze for a second, but then you felt his body melt against yours and he kissed you back. You sighed into the kiss. This one felt… different. It felt more passionate and gentle. It felt like it meant something more than just two tongues wrestling together when someone was trying to get off. The butterflies went crazy in your tummy. 

You pulled back, looking up at him with a genuine and soft smile. He looked down at you, happiness in his eyes. 

There was a moment of silence as Leon’s eyes flickered around your face, studying you. Then, he sputtered out quickly, “Will you go on a date with me?” 

Your shock was probably written on your face, but you were just so surprised that he actually wanted to go on a date with you. You knew that Leon was shy and awkward, but he was still a guy, so you just thought… You just thought that all he really wanted was to get laid. He wanted to go on a date? Like… an actual one? 

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice raising an octave. 

Leon nodded. “I wanna take you out. I want to… uh… treat you.” He looked away, his voice lowering. “I like you…” 

You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked at the floor, feeling shy. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and your hands were suddenly sweaty.

You nodded shyly. “I’ll go on a date with you. I… I like you, too.” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. He couldn’t wipe a smile off of his face. His fingers flexed against your waist. He looked down at you, his face giddy. “Tomorrow? I-I’ll take you to dinner.” 

You nodded almost immediately. “Tomorrow sounds good. What time do you get off work?” 

“6:30.” 

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about the options. “Okay,” you said finally. “I get off at 5. Do you wanna… meet me at my place when you get off?” 

“Sure!” he agreed. “And we can go out to eat.” 

“Yeah!” You gave him a smile. “Then when you drop me back off at my house, you can come inside.” 

He nodded, looking shy. “Sounds good.” He lowered his voice, then quietly added, “I’m excited.” 

“I can’t wait,” you said, giving him a smile. 

After that, you told Leon that you two better head out before the security guard caught you and you got into trouble. He agreed, and you both began walking back towards the front office. You grabbed your things, but Leon quickly took them out of your hands. 

“I can get it for you.” He gave you a playful smile. “I’m strong, remember?” Now he was the one doing the teasing. 

You let out a small laugh and shook your head. 

Leon walked you out, staying by your side the entire time. As you walked, your knuckles bumped against each other, and you couldn’t help from grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. You felt his sweaty palms against yours. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst out of your chest. He put your back in the back of your car and then opened the driver door for you. You rolled your window down so you could say goodbye. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his shirt. You pulled him down, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him go. He raised back up, his face bright red and sweaty. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leon,” you said, putting your car in drive. 

“See you tomorrow,” he said, giving you a small wave.

The rest of the night you couldn’t stop thinking about rookie Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t stop thinking about his big dick, about the way he sounded when you were blowing him, about how he played with your hair while he was getting his cock sucked, about how sweet he was, about how shy and nervous he acted. It got to be a real problem when you realized you actually couldn’t get him off your mind. 

Do I have a crush on him? you pondered as you thought about the date, but also about what you were going to do afterwards… 

You couldn’t wait. 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #re4 leon #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #re2make #re2 leon #re2 remake #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy resident evil #reader insert #i’ll write a part 2 where he puts it in <3

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Sony's PlayStation 5 Presents Insomniac's Marvel's Spider-Man 2 (the third game in the series)

I beat the main story and have enjoyed my time with the game overall! I want to talk about spoilers and things that I liked and disliked in the story, so here's a post with some scattered thoughts.

(Hello! I haven't forgotten that this blog exists! Like I said, no update schedule, I will read more of the Lee/Ditko comics whenever I make time for it. I've actually been sitting on a mostly-complete version of this post since I beat the game in October, thinking that I'd finish the rest of the side quests so I could throw in thoughts on those. But... eh, I'll do that whenever the inevitable DLC rolls around. I just wanna get these thoughts posted.)

Spider-Cop No More

First off: they downplayed the cop shit!!! This was the first thing that really struck me about the game, and I'm stunned that they actually listened to criticism on this. I thought we'd just be stuck with it forever.

It'll never be completely gone, of course. Spider-Man is always going to leave criminals webbed up for the police to take to prison, hoping that they'll do their time and come out the other side as Productive Members of Society. That's just a thing I begrudgingly accept as part of the genre that will probably never go away. But Spider-Man is no longer repairing police surveillance networks. You're no longer beating the shit out of random drug dealers. Gangs of escaped convicts still wearing their orange jumpsuits are no longer terrorizing the streets of New York.

Instead, Peter and Miles are played more as firefighters. Sometimes very literally! They work with firefighters, they rescue people from collapsing buildings, they rush injured people to the hospital. In general there's a huge increase in the number of random onlookers present during the big action setpieces, and the Spider-Men frequently have to save them from harm. One of the major side quest lines is even literally about a cult of arsonists, and you'll routinely find burning fuel tanker trucks you have to extinguish with your webs. It's great! Love this for them.

I also generally liked the side missions in this. There's a lot of good stuff with the Spider-Men being neighborhood heroes willing to help out anyone in need, no matter the problem. Some of them can get corny, sure, but that street level stuff has always been the real heart of Spider-Man to me.

Gameplay

The gameplay's as fun as ever. That probably goes without saying. I will not be spending a thousand words explaining that swinging is fun.

In particular, I really liked the changes to the Focus mechanic. I never loved the way Miles' game made you choose between healing and doing your special attacks, but here your four specials have their own cooldowns, and the Focus meter is spent on either healing or finishers. It still offers that risk/reward element, but those vicious cycles where you can't do any real damage because you keep needing to heal aren't nearly as bad as they were before.

Personally I didn't turn off the swing assist or turn on fall damage, because the streamlined swinging never bothered me in these games, but I'm glad the options are there for people who want them.

Kraven

I liked Kraven in this! I liked the way they leaned into his Hunters being this weird death cult, and him wanting to go down in a blaze of glory against a worthy foe, to the point that he's actually disappointed anytime a foe can't kill him. It riffs on things people liked in Kraven's Last Hunt without being the exact same story. I like that Kraven's gang is renting out this manor or whatever and just being a complete terror to the wait staff. I liked the way Kraven hunting Peter's rogues' gallery clashed with Peter's belief in giving his villains second chances. I liked that they were willing to have Kraven kill off a couple of the minor villains from the first game to sell how dangerous he is. (I know some people hated this, but like, come on. We already fought the Sinister Six. They don't need to do that again.) I like the way Kraven pushed Peter to the absolute brink, turning him more and more aggressive with the Black Suit. Good stuff all around, even if the Hunter enemy types did wear out their welcome a little bit by the end.

The Black Suit arc

I think I liked the way Insomniac handled Peter's Black Suit arc overall, but there's a tradeoff here.

They REALLY lean into the body horror tentacle stuff, with Black Suit Peter basically just being a skinny Venom by the end. The sequence where you play as Mary Jane while the symbiote puppets an unconscious Peter's body around and goes on a rampage against the Hunters was REALLY great at selling how scary Peter is becoming, and it made me completely change my tune on the inclusion of the MJ stealth missions in the sequel. Having to beat an out-of-control Peter as Miles immediately after Peter beats Kraven was also really good. This is all cool!

BUT, the thing is... with the symbiote powers being so freaky from the start, it really pushes my suspension of disbelief when Peter and co. take so long to become wary of it. I guess when you've been bitten by a radioactive spider and given superpowers, and when you live in the same universe as the Avengers and the X-Men, your perception of what's "normal" is going to be pretty warped. But they buy the whole "organic exosuit created to treat Harry's illness" story WAY too easily lmao. How do the self-aware slime tentacles help with his illness, exactly?

And I'm not sure how I feel about giving Peter Anti-Venom powers in the last act. It feels like it's primarily a concession so that they can give players that branch of their skill tree back, but honestly, the designer in me thinks it would be really cool (if risky) to just permanently lock players out of Peter's most powerful skills past a certain point. Yeah, it'd definitely piss people off, but it drives home the idea that Peter's given up greater power because it's the right thing to do. It'd put you in his shoes! Instead he just gets the symbiote powers back, but it's fine because the Venom voice in his head is gone and also the slime tendrils that explode out of his body are white now, which means they're good.

I have to say it. I'm sorry. The glistening white goo... they turned Peter into the Amazing Cum-Man. I changed back to the Classic Suit after rolling the credits and forgot I still had the Anti-Venom skills equipped, so I just saw regular old Spider-Man exploding his white goo everywhere. Terrible.

Assuming Peter is just stepping into more of a supporting role to Miles and not fully retiring after the events of this game, I really hope the Anti-Venom stuff is gone. I get that he needed it to counter Venom, but that's not what I want for Peter Parker.

Miles

Miles is good in this, and I really like his arc where he struggles with whether or not he should avenge his dad by killing Martin Li. I like how all that plays out. Unfortunately, they don't quite stick the landing when it comes to making him and Peter feel like equals in terms of narrative focus. His arc is definitely the B-plot to Peter's for the middle chunk of the story, which I guess was kind of inevitable since they decided to do the Black Suit arc. But Miles does at least get a lot of moments to shine, and by the end he's very much taking the lead as the main Spider-Man.

Becoming the main Spider-Man also gets Miles a new, wholly original suit that ended up being super controversial, and honestly... I kinda like it? Or at least I like what it's going for, even if the actual design could still use some work. It's something totally unique for Miles, and I like spandex/streetwear combo suits like what the Spider-Verse movies have popularized. But showing his hair is really pushing the limits of his secret identity. He hangs around Brooklyn Visions WAY too much for his classmates to not recognize his voice and haircut. And I understand why people would be wary about it becoming his "canon" look moving forward. But I think it's got potential.

On the subject of Miles, though, I will say that while I liked Miles' side missions, it feels like he's often saddled with the game's broad, kinda touristy, kinda token attempts at Showcasing The Diversity Of New York, in a way that Peter isn't.

I like that Miles has a deaf graffiti artist girlfriend that he and Ganke sign with, and I like that there's a series of side missions that explore some local jazz history, and I like that there's a mission where Miles helps a gay classmate ask his crush to prom. I like all these things! I like Spider-Man being involved with his community, and that said community includes such a wide variety of people! I like that this game slows down to savor these types of moments instead of just being all action all the time! But when I step back, I notice some patterns.

Hailey doesn't have a big role in the main plot, especially when compared to MJ, but Miles gets a side mission where you briefly play as her with muffled audio to teach you what being deaf is like. There are no major queer characters in the story - unless you count Felicia showing up for exactly one mission to mention she has an unseen, unnamed girlfriend in Paris now - but you get a side mission where Miles helps out a gay couple at his school, who then never come up again. To put it very uncharitably, they can feel like Very Special Episode missions. It's like the devs going: we're going to give Miles a Gay Mission, and an Impaired Hearing Mission, and a Cultural History Mission, so that we can say we touched on these things, but we're gonna make them all optional and keep them far away from the full-blown Superhero Stuff like fighting costumed villains. Those flavors cannot mix. Meanwhile, Peter gets to have a whole elaborate subplot about teaming up with Wraith to track down fucking Cletus Kasady. There's an imbalance here, and I think it's part of the reason why Peter still feels like the "main" Spider-Man for so much of the story.

I think this was all written with admirable intentions, but as others have pointed out, you can kinda tell that this game was mainly written by some white guys based in California. These attempts at depicting various marginalized groups can feel kind of detached in the same way that Insomniac's map of New York doesn't quite line up with the real thing. But I dunno. I'm not really the one to dig deep into some of this stuff as a white woman from Florida. I would be curious to read others' takes on this.

Maybe I'm just being overly cynical about the writers' well-meaning but corny and kinda out of touch liberal politics because of the podcasts.

The podcasters

I wish Jameson was in this more! They psyched us out by giving him a full character model for, like, two scenes. I like him being MJ's boss, but I wish we saw inside the Daily Bugle offices to get more Jameson.

At least his podcasts are better than the ones in the Miles game, though. Him completely trusting in Roxxon was just too much for me. Here he condemns Oscorp for the symbiote shit, and he also gets some moments where he takes the ongoing crises seriously and isn't just ranting about the Spider-Men. He isn't just a conspiracy theorist crackpot here. Shit like his "fuck Spider-Man, we have a justice system for a reason" speech makes him feel more like a human being with a point of view, rather than just a caricature. Definitely an improvement.

Unfortunately, I still find The Danikast grating. I'm sorry, Ashly Burch. It's not your fault. The quirky heckin' wholesome millennial podcaster lady who catches you up on current events and then reminds you to drink 64 ounces of water a day in the same breath is just too much for me. At least she doesn't have any lines as bad as her throwing in a "damn" and then going (direct quote here) "That's right - no censoring! That's how REAL I'm being right now!" like in Miles' game. Instead they give her this, like, almost psychic insight into the main plot to try and make her the angel on Peter's shoulder. The second Peter gets the symbiote she's like "Wow, y'all. Have you seen Spider-Man's new black suit? Something's different about him. He's been giving me such bad vibes lately. #NotMySpiderMan" Also she's supposed to be this, like, underdog independent podcaster who started her show on a whim and has become the voice of the people... but she's got billboards plastered all over the fucking city. Which makes her feel like an industry plant lmao

Again, there's a detachment with the writing. This is, like, some middle aged white liberal game dev guys' idea of what a modern leftist teenager would think is a Cool Activism Podcast. Unfortunately, because Insomniac thinks Danika's a hero, Mary Jane's triumphant ending is that she quits her job at the Bugle to become a podcaster, too, delivering a thinly veiled monologue about the pandemic to kick off her new podcast literally titled "The New Normal." She's going to save the world with podcasting, because that's the highest form of activism, I guess.

Venom

So! Venom! Venom was... okay.

Surprising no one, Harry Osborn is Venom. Harry's okay both as himself and as Venom, but I'm not sure his arc is a smooth one. He starts out as Peter's comically perfect best friend who returns to reminisce about the good ol' days and hand him his dream job on a silver platter, and then later he becomes a little ball of rage over the fact that Peter gets his symbiote and can't/won't give it back. I'm not sure that pivot is handled the most convincingly. You kind of have to write it off as the symbiote messing with their heads, I guess.

When he actually becomes Venom, I'm... mixed on the execution. On the one hand, the cool factor is absolutely there. He's a very cool big monster, and Tony Todd is great in the role. But he also wants to take over the world and make everyone a symbiote, and aside from any lingering resentment towards Peter, that's really all there is to him. It makes for a good video game to have a bunch of symbiote enemies and creepy symbiote nests and symbiote tentacles climbing up the sides of buildings in the last act... but is that really what I want out of Venom? Probably not. But he sure does look cool as a big monster guy to fight, and I was happy he was briefly playable.

Suits

Part of me feels like there's something lacking about the suit selection here, but almost every suit I liked in the previous games is back, and also I'm the type of person to give Peter the Classic Suit the second I unlock it and use that for most of the game. So does it really matter for me?

Peter's selection feels dominated by the various live action movie suits, but I get that those are going to be some of the suits people want to wear the most. I wish he had the Peter B. Parker skin to go with Miles' Spider-Verse alts, though. No idea why it's missing. Really I think I mainly just want more of the Spider-Verse designs.

Also I've complained about how most of the original suits designed for these games make Peter and Miles look like they were bitten by radioactive Alienware products, but I can just, you know. Wear other suits.

Misc thoughts

Everyone's already made this joke, but it's extremely funny that the Avengers didn't help with the symbiote invasion. Took one look at that and decided it wasn't their problem

On the subject of other superheroes, I do wish these games would acknowledge the Fantastic Four more. Peter's close relationship with that team feels woefully underutilized in his various adaptations

I like the trope of a boss fight that's a heightened version of a personal conflict between two people who are close, where throughout the fight the boss is airing out their grievances while the hero tries to get through to them emotionally. That especially works for Spider-Man! But WOW has Insomniac played that card a lot of times by the end of Spider-Man 2 lol

They're teasing the addition of Silk, I guess? I'm gonna be honest, I don't know shit about Silk, but I guess it was inevitable that they'd give us some form of Spider-Woman at some point. Gotta work all those costumes in somehow, and they're not brave enough to let one of the boys cosplay as Spider-Gwen.

They WERE, however, brave enough to let Harry say he loves Peter. I liked that little moment. They presumably meant it platonically, but clearly ol' Yaoi Lowenthal knows what's up

Post-leak addendum

So, obviously, by the time I got around to finishing this post the big Insomniac leak happened. I wish the game industry wasn't so secretive that it took a massive, dangerous data breach just to get our hands on some very basic info that would be public knowledge if Insomniac was a film studio, but here we are.

We now know that Insomniac spent somewhere around $315 million making Spider-Man 2 - triple what the first Spider-Man game cost to make. A quote about this from a leaked presentation has been stuck in my head ever since I first saw it on Twitter. “Is 3x the investment in [Spider-Man 2] evident to anyone who plays the game?”

To be honest, I'm not sure it is.

I liked Spider-Man 2, but I'd probably say that overall I liked it about as much as the first game. It's certainly a somewhat bigger game, with marginally more realistic looking graphics thanks to the power of the PS5. But I think I could do without ray tracing and more realistic hair rendering and whatnot if it meant that these games didn't take like five years and hundreds of millions of dollars to make. I could not give less of a shit if the swinging animations were recycled between games. I'd be fine with them being shorter, too.

I like these games, but as we look at that leaked project lineup and realize that Insomniac is turning into The Marvel Game Studio, I think about how many smaller, more original games that those resources could go towards if they scaled back the Marvel stuff just a bit. How many Ape Escapes or Patapons or Gravity Rushes could get made for the budget of just one of these massive AAA tentpole games of Sony's, which are apparently barely even breaking even? How many could be made for the budget of the "smaller, cheaper" Miles Morales game, which somehow cost $156 million to make despite using an updated version of the same Manhattan map from the first game? Hell, how many smaller games could have been made with the $39 million that went into remastering the first Spider-Man game for PS5 a mere two years after launch? How many people will lose their jobs if any one of Insomniac's upcoming Marvel games underperforms - which, in this case, could mean selling "only" 5 million copies? And would hardcore PlayStation fans even accept those smaller games at this point, now that they've been trained to only appreciate mega-budget Prestige Games with cutting edge graphics and treat everything else with disdain? How much worse will this get as the graphical arms race continues?

I think I just miss Japan Studio. Fuck Sony. Uhh but anyway the Spider-Man game this post was supposed to be about was good, some writing complaints aside. 8/10

#tsd post #other media

[buckrecs]

Hello! You are doing the lords work here on this blog🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 do you have any soulmate au recs? I know some people don’t like them so no problem if not and sorry if you’ve been asked before!

Soulmate AU

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

the knowing by @noctumbra

ten days later, james barnes got a call from the police.

for your love by @noctumbra

they were very young; a little shy from being fourteen at that time, but both of them knew they were it. soulmates.

The Owl and the Wolf by @waiting4inspiration

In a world where a person can their soulmate’s spirit animal speaking like a human, Bucky hears your owl’s voice one day.

Snowflakes by @all1e23

Steve drags Bucky to a Christmas festival to take his mind off the fact that he has yet to meet his soulmate.

Colors in the Dark | 2 by @buckychristwrites

The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living?

Say That Again by @justsomebucky

Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Teddy Bear by @softlyspector

in which when one soulmate loses something, their other half finds it.

Winter Sun by @softlyspector

When you and Bucky are kidnapped, you find out just how far you would go to keep each other safe.

Assassination to Soulmates by @bxcketbarnes

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords

You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that's it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He's resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life...until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.

Stay Still | Please, don’t by @buckysknifecollection

What if your soulmate was the one person you had hurt the most?

Enchanted by @natasharomanovf

The reader is in a loveless relationship when she meets her true soulmate, Bucky.

what’s in a name? by @ciarawritesmarvel

When you love someone, their name appears on your shoulder. If it’s in blue, it’s unrequited. If it’s in red, it’s requited. The name turns black when your love dies. 

SERIES

Who I Was Looking For by @soopranatural

Even after you started wearing cuffs, the words are engraved in your mind as well as your wrist. You know you’re not destined for love as soon as you learn how to read. How could you? When the words “Sorry, you’re not who I was looking for” are written in black ink on your skin.

The Only Exception by @whitestarbucky

Humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. A lesson that taunted Bucky Barnes his whole life. Perhaps it was why he refused to believe in it. He couldn’t afford to. Then you came into his life to challenge his fears to their deepest degrees, not once, but twice. Whether he liked it or not.

A Moment Of Your Time by @stevesbestgirl

A soulmate AU where the headstrong reader realizes that she’s meant to love the brutal mob boss of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes. She doesn’t want to be a part of organized crime and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone, but how do you ignore your soulmate? 

Scars by @tokoyamisstuff

whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes

Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder.

Heartbeat by @after-avenging-hours

Where your heartbeat matches the beat of your soulmate’s; they speed up together, slow down together, skip at the same time, but that means they also stop together...  

The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

My night demons by @themorningsunshine

In which one can see their soulmate's dreams and communicate with them through those dreams.

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#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes soulmate au #bucky barnes modern au #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier!bucky x reader

[rrenzwrld]

what you don’t know

spiderman!eren x captain’s daughter! black reader

— you don’t like spiderman, but “spiderman” likes you

(eren doesn’t fully turn into spiderman here but you know he’s meant to be the peter parker so don’t yell at me yall)

Because you were the captain’s daughter, you had grown up thinking that your father was your hero. That he was the only person capable enough of doing all he could to protect the city and everyone in it. But some kid in a suit and mask swinging around town just had to come into the picture, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like him, “friendly neighborhood spiderman” as he called himself because although he was there whenever anyone was in danger, he was just some kid in a mask and suit swinging around and meddling in situations he had no business. But to everyone else, he was a hero even if all they saw of him was on tv or something.

“Girl yesterday, this lil bum snatched my bag on the way to school and guess who got it back for me? Spidey~ I’m tellin you that man is fine under that mask, gotta be.” You cringed at how your friend was talking about this person when there could be a chance it was some very spry old man under the concealed identity.

“That’s something you could call the police for. Because what if “Spidey” took your bag from the boy and ran off with it too? Yall be trustin his ass way too much..”

“My man wouldn’t do me like that, besides,” She held up her hand and crossed her fingers. “We like this for real.” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s delusion.

“Whatever, Jay…”

The day went on as normal for the most part until you walked in on a fight starting to happen in the middle of the hallway because people were crowding around. It looked like it was gonna be between Reiner and this random kid who didn’t stand a chance so the match was uneven. Reiner was captain of the football team and also considered as the school bully, going around tormenting kids he knows wouldn’t fight against him. You dated him once but it was only for 3 months because the things he could do with other girls in the school, he couldn’t do with you so you broke up with him and his attitude.

“Ugh, what an asshole…” Jay mumbled as the two of you watched like everyone else. Although you wanted to wait to see if anything would happen like everyone was hyping up, you were gonna step in to stop everything until someone beat you to it.

“Reiner!” The brave soul in question was Eren Yeager. Even though he was looked at as something of a timid nerd at face value, he was a really cool person when you got to know him. Because he didn’t play sports, people really only knew him for his photography skills which he showcased every year at various school events and even outside school for the daily news paper.

“Einstein! Glad you could make it!” Reiner chuckled and everyone turned to Eren.

“I thought we talked about the whole picking fights with kids thing? Thought you were better than that.” Eren stepped through the crowd and up to Reiner, who continued to laugh in his face.

“Nope, just better than you. Looks like you wanna be next in line.” Reiner cracked his knuckles. You couldn’t stand to see any more of this so you pushed your way into the center with the boys and everyone was taken aback. You tried to stay out the way most of the time but one thing about you? You couldn’t do the bullying.

“Nah,” You gently moved Eren out the way so that you and Reiner stood toe to toe. “Why don’t you fight me, Rei?” The crowd reacted to your proposition.

“What’d I tell you about minding your business, baby?” He smirked but you winced at the pet name.

“As someone who has the captain of the police department on speed dial, I suggest you mind yours and stop being an asshole.” After he looked around at the crowd of students, he smiled before holding his hands up in defense.

He shrugged. “Fine,” He backs up and the crowd parts for him while he looks at Eren and the underclassman. “You two should thank her.”

After all of that happened, the kid who Reiner was about to fight came up to you to thank you for standing against Reiner for him. The kid shouldn’t have been put in that situation and Reiner shouldn’t have wanted to fight him for any reason, but you knew that whole thing was a power trip for him and didn’t mind being the one to take that from him.

Eren had came up to you later on that day as well during dismissal.

“Y/n?” He called out to you from behind.

“Hey, Eren. What’s up?” He fiddled with the straps of his bag and before speaking.

“Thank you for keeping Reiner in check earlier. Thought I was the only one not okay with him going around and fighting kids.” You two laughed together.

“No problem, I just hate bullies. Him especially.”

“Yeah, me too. Can’t believe you dated that guy…” You and Eren walked side by side out the school on the way home in the streets of Manhattan.

“He was cool when I met him, I dunno what happened.” You shrugged. You were hurt that his character changed so much but maybe that’s who he really was all along and you was oblivious to it. You and Eren skipped the topic of your dating history and talked about all kinds of things. You felt comfortable talking to him even if he wasn’t in your close circle of friends and it didn’t mind hanging out with him another time outside of school.

“This your stop?” You slowed down walking.

“Yeah, where’s yours?” He gestured towards blocks away from your apartment building.

“Way down there. I’ll make it though, you worried?” You rolled your eyes, not knowing that he was such a flirt.

You giggled at his words to your surprise “Not in the slightest. See you tomorrow?”

“If nothing happens to me between now and tomorrow. Not that you care.” He smiled. You playfully shoved him.

“Bye, Yaeger.” You made it up the stairs and into the building

“See you..” He watched as you walked inside before walking forward himself, just to make sure you got inside safely.

(maybe i am slightly ashamed of this + wanting to continue it but tell me where yall stand..)

#aot x reader #aot #black reader #aot x black reader #eren #aot eren #eren x reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #spiderman #spiderman au #reiner braun #aot reiner

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

"Have you and Jared ever gone driving in Baby around Austin because you miss playing Sam and Dean so much?"

"Yes. But not because we missed playing Sam and Dean. Because we're children. And we wanted to go fast in the car that we'd spent so much time in and we thought it would be great to do that. Um. Right now I will say that both the Impalas, the Hero, which.. number one that I have, and the number three, which is the back up to number one, number two was the stunt one that got beat to crap, but number three was that the back up to whatever, uh, whenever number one wouldn't start. 'Cause you gotta remember, these were just picture cars, these weren't like, you know, car show type cars. They were... there was a reason that door squeaked the way it did. It's 'cause they weren't, uh, they weren't like high functioning automobiles. Um, that being said, now that Jared and I own both of those, um, both of those cars are currently in the same shop in Texas right now, getting done to where we can put them in a car show. I will say though , I will say... leaving the squeak in the door though. And not touching the paint job. So every scratch, every dent, every nick, every paint chip that was on the car when it was on screen will remain the same. Um, we're just getting everything underneath it nice and reliable. And because we both live in Texas, we're also putting in air conditioning. And a sound system. Because what they did when Jared and I were there, is they stripped the car of anything that we could annoy the crew with. It used to have police lights on the... gone. 'Cause usually those were high beamed pointed directly into the camera lens and Brad was like, [mimes looking through a camera] "Ow!" Uh, they took the horn out, 'cause that was always fun when somebody was right over the hood, like adjusting a light and just be like HONK! They removed the horn, uh, they removed the stereo system because we kept playing music. So they had to take a lot of stuff out of the Impala just so they could get through the day... with us... 'cause again, we're children. So I'm having to put all that stuff back in now. So that it'll be street legal. But yes, I'm excited to get them back and then Jared and I can race them down South Congress Avenue. And get arrested. Thank you."

#Jensen and Baby #oh baby #Jensen and the Impala #Salute to Supernatural Vancouver 2022

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

The Call (Part 5)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.

"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.

"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.

"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.

"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.

"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.

"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.

"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.

Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.

"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.

"Why not"

"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.

"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.

It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.

Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.

"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."

"That would be great" you respond.

Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.

"What movie would you like to see?"

"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"

"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.

"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."

He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"

As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"

You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.

"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"

"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.

"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.

"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."

"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.

"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.

Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.

"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.

You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.

You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?

Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.

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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)

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Daddy Issues (Homelander x Reader)

WARNINGS: eventual DUB-CON, grey!reader, traumatized!reader, attempted suicide (?), stalking, masturbation, power imbalance, fanatic behavior

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summary: One year ago, Homelander killed your entire family…and you’ve devoted your life to him ever since.

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The ground shook beneath you, signaling the arrival of the blond superhero. A sizeable crowd had congregated to watch the police during the standoff with the robbers inside, but it doubled almost instantly with the arrival of Queen Maeve, Homelander not far behind. The sound of excited cheers was almost loud enough to deafen you, but a ringing noise always graced your ears whenever he was around.

Homelander was the greatest superhero to ever exist, even better than Soldier Boy. You had always thought so, even more so after that night. Sometimes you could still hear the sound of their screams, and it was a comforting reminder that you were now free thanks to him. The man in question waved to the crowd before flying into the third floor of the bank.

Everyone else watched him go in awe, eyes alight with admiration and gratitude. Yours sparkled with nothing less than unadulterated love, remaining even after the police managed to shoo just about everyone away from the scene. You liked to wait, so you always did. You liked to watch that blinding smile dancing across his face after he apprehended another criminal.

It was your routine for as long as you could remember, tracking any criminal activity you could find and waiting nearby in the hopes that Homelander would show up. Sometimes he didn’t, and you would go home deflated. Sometimes he did, and those were the days where you were the happiest. Even just a glimpse of the hero was enough to make your then nightmare you called a life that much better.

Queen Maeve dragged the men outside with their hands behind their back, the cops cheering at their heroic display. Homelander’s grin was wide as he came out behind her, waving to the officers with the other hand on his hip.

“No, no. You guys are the real heroes!”

He said that a lot, but you never quite believed it. After all, Homelander had done more for you in one night than the cops had done in over a decade. Those men with guns and badges were nothing to you. Homelander was the only true hero in your eyes, your hero, and…he was heading towards you.

Your heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours from across the street, and you stood still as he approached you. His blond hair wasn’t so neat now, a result of whatever took place inside, and you bit your lip. It wasn’t like this would be the first time you were ever so close to him. You had many pieces of paper and pictures and shirts with his autograph on them.

But he still managed to take your breath away every time.

“It’s dangerous to be around here, young lady,” he scolded, pointing a finger at you. “Now, I know those cops ushered everyone away.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words were strange on your lips because you were and you weren’t. You’d never be sorry for doing what you could to even catch a glimpse of him, but at the same time, you genuinely felt bad for causing that frown on his face.

“I had to see you,” you breathed.

Homelander’s features evened out at that, his eerie blue eyes studying you for a bit before a crooked smile danced across his lips. He slowly blinked at you, and your gaze was drawn to his long lashes as he reached out and pulled you closer.

“Well, I suppose I can’t blame a fan for waiting to see me. You want an autograph or a picture?”

You turned to smile at him, basking in the feel of his arm wrapped around you as he held you to his side.

“Um…a picture,” you eventually answered, reaching into your purse.

You handed your phone to him with a smile, and you were so distracted by him that you missed the first one.

“Okay, lets do another one where we’re both looking into the camera this time,” he urged, and you gave an embarrassed chuckle.

“Right,” you agreed, licking your lips and turning to face the camera.

You leaned in closer as he took the picture, and when he handed your phone back to you, he paused. You slowly took it from him as he stared at you with a peculiar look, brows furrowing just a tad.

“Have I seen you before?”

He had.

There was no telling how many pictures you’d snapped with the blond hero. No telling how many meet-and-greets you’d been to, and even though it dampened you like it always did that he didn’t recognize you, you understood that he saved and met so many people a day. It was unrealistic to expect him to remember you.

“I’ve met you a few times,” you downplayed it.

“Really…”

You couldn’t tell if he was impressed or disturbed, but before you could say another word, the redheaded superhero was calling his name. You looked down at the sound of her voice, sometimes wondering if they were still together despite what they’d told the public.

“Well, I’ve got to go now,” he told you, a hand on your shoulder. “Criminals to apprehend, people to save, but you stay out of trouble, missy.”

He tapped your chin, and your lips parted just as he took off. You stared after him for a few more moments before your gaze lowered to meet that of Queen Maeve’s. She stared at you with a curious frown, only for a few seconds, before she finally left too.

You printed out the picture, staring at it for a few more moments, the sound of the second one printing background noise to you. You brushed your fingers over it with a soft smile, taking in how close you were and the smile on his face as you stared at him. The light hit his eyes and hair just right, and the admiration on your face was clear as day.

You almost looked like a couple.

The idea that he would ever see you in that way was laughable. You were nothing compared to him, and truthfully, you were grateful he acknowledged your existence, at all. You looked up at the dozens of photos on your wall and wondered to yourself if a day would ever come where he’d recognize you at first glance.

You told yourself that you were satisfied to get the little pieces of him that you could, but with every passing day, that sentiment diminished more and more. How many times had you touched him now? Inhaled the smell of him as he pulled you in for a picture? Gazed at him as he signed his name on whatever you held?

Homelander was a god amongst men, and even though you had no right to want him, you did. How could you not? He had saved your life in such a monumental way he could probably never even imagine. You honestly didn’t know where you’d be if it wasn’t for him, and the desire to make him see you had been growing as of late.

There were times where you considered hunting down criminals for him, to show him how dedicated you were to him. But the thought of Homelander needing help from a regular human like you made you snort. Would he laugh? Maybe he would even be angry that you took the law into your own hands. The thought of him angry at you was too much to bear, and you stood.

Your whole life revolved around him, now because you really wouldn’t have much of a life to live if it hadn’t been for him. Memories of harmful hands and disgusting breath were replaced with the sound of comforting screams. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the fire and heard the cries, and you were happy once more.

Then his face would appear.

He was the face of all your happiness, and his smile made you smile, heart racing and face warming. He consumed you, and you found comfort in it. He was your savior, and you didn’t want to find solace in anything else. Night after night, you’d find yourself drifting into sleep with the thoughts of the blond man, and tonight was no different.

You laid in bed, eyes staring into the darkness above you as your fingers danced along your neck. You imagined that they were his, and like every night, you wondered what they would feel like against your skin. Would they be calloused? Rough like his nature whenever he was stopping criminals? Or would they be soft? Protected by the gloves he always wore?

Your lashes fluttered when you brushed your hand over your chest, eyes falling closed as you thought about his hand there instead. They pebbled underneath your touch, hardening from both your ministrations and the cold, and you sighed.

You could almost recall the scent of him, deeply inhaling and parting your lips as you imagined he was here with you, right now. The warmth that would surround you as he hovered over you, lips brushing over yours once then twice before finally covering them completely. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as your hand trailed down your stomach, dipping into your sleep shorts.

You knew of plenty of people who’d had relations with a Supe. You’d heard of plenty of stories where it went horribly wrong, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Homelander ever lost control with you. Would he hold your neck so tight that it’d snap in half? Or would he accidentally laser you? Maybe he’d fuck you so hard that it would break your spine…

Those horrific thoughts shouldn’t have excited you as much as they did, your fingers dipping into you to curl inside of you. But it wasn’t the violence. It was the thought of a formidable being such as him, someone akin to a god, having that much power in his possession while in such a vulnerable position with you.

You were sure that he could snap your neck, and you wouldn’t even care.

You thought about his sharp teeth grazing your skin before sinking into it without abandon. Your back arched as you imagined the feel, adding another finger. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you squeezed your eyes shut. His blond hair would be a mess, going every which way like it did sometimes after a chase. You wondered if he’d let you run your fingers through it, just to see if it was as soft as it looked.

You squirmed on your bed, your free hand running over your chest and neck.

You imagined what he could do to you, but more importantly, you imagined how he would look if he ever let you touch him. You desperately wanted to know what he’d look and sound like. Was he the opposite of what he presented to the public? It was hard to imagine him being soft spoken and quiet in bed, almost begging in nature. His booming voice was so familiar that you couldn’t imagine anything other than deep growls and animalistic moans.

You wanted to see the look in his eyes when he came, when he was the closest he’d ever be to a regular human being. A simple animal satiating it’s most basic of needs, and your toes curled at the thought. You wanted to know what that was like, desperately needed it. It wasn’t enough. As you pushed yourself over the edge, body trembling as a rush fell over you and paralyzed you, you admitted to yourself that it was no longer enough.

The wind whipped around your face as you looked around. Truthfully, you didn’t think you were that high up as far as skyscrapers and tall buildings went, but somehow it already felt pretty hard to breathe. Or perhaps that was just all you. You stepped towards the edge and looked down at the crowd below. They had quickly gathered once someone noticed you were up here.

While Homelander did an annual birthday save, it wasn’t like he saved jumpers only once a year. It was extreme, but you figured extreme methods were needed to draw in an extreme man. You took a step back from the edge, reminding yourself how easy it was to just…die in this moment. Then this would all be for nothing.

In truth, this wasn’t what you’d had planned for the day, at all.

Your thoughts from last night had bled over into the morning, and you’d woken up thinking to yourself how signed autographs and stupid pictures just wasn’t enough anymore. You needed more, and you needed him to see you as more than just some fan because you weren’t just some fan. You were more than that.

You owed Homelander your life, and there wasn’t anything that you wouldn’t do for him.

You stared off into the sky, not wanting to miss his approach. You couldn’t really here the people down below, but there was no doubt in your mind that they were freaking out over your presence on top of the building. You were just about to step closer to the edge and look down when a gust of wind ruffled your clothes.

You lifted your gaze, a small smile spreading across your face.

“You don’t want to do this.”

You turned around, and when his eyes met yours, you could sense a sliver of recognition there. Homelander reared back just a tad, his outstretched hand faltering some as you stared at him. He softly scoffed, blinking a few times, and you licked your lips.

“Hi,” you breathed.

“Well, hello. I’m not usually surprised…”

Your smile grew at that.

“Well, that’s nice to know.”

He waved his hand towards himself, tilting his head.

“Just step away from the ledge, and I’ll take you back down, and you can go back to your friends and family safe and-.”

“I don’t have any friends,” you said with a shake of your head. “No family either.”

“So that’s it then? Because I can introduce you to some people,” was his response.

“I don’t want to jump,” you confessed with a laugh. “Not…not really, anyway.”

You could see that Homelander was confused, and he straightened, looking at you with parted lips as he fought to figure you out. You sighed, tilting your head to the side.

“I had to see you.”

You would’ve laughed at the way he blinked, staring at you like you were crazy.

“I had to talk to you…again,” you admitted.

You watched him place his hands on his hips, staring you down like a problem child. His nostrils flared, and you sank your teeth into you lip.

“You came all the way up here to- to what? Summon me?”

He reached out for you with a shake of his head, stepping towards you, and you took one step back. He stopped at that, and you stared at one another. Him, serious and even angry almost while you had a yearning smile. He slowly lowered his hand back onto his hip, blue eyes narrowing at you.

“Why?” he demanded.

“…because I love you.”

His eyes fell closed at that, and he released a sigh before a humorless chuckle followed. He shook his head like this was all one big joke.

“Great. Another fanatic,” he mumbled before fixing you with a serious stare. “Look, sweetheart-.”

“You don’t know what you’ve done for me-.”

“You don’t know me-.”

“But I want to!”

“Alright, that’s enough,” he chided, nearing you, and you took another step back.

There was a warning in his eyes at that, and it should’ve had you obeying him, but it only made you want to back up more.

“If I fell, right now…and you didn’t save me…they would all hate you…”

You both knew who you were referring to, and Homelander pressed his lips together.

“They’re so fickle,” you tearfully laughed. “They love you now as long as you make them happy, but they would turn on you in a second.”

Your eyes met his at that, and you didn’t miss the thoughtful look on his face as he stared at you. You swallowed.

“I wouldn’t,” you whispered.

You smiled.

“I watched you kill an entire family…and I would do anything you asked of me.”

Homelander had straightened to his full height, looking down his nose at you with parted lips. It was surreal. You had always dreamed of this moment, and now that you were living it, it didn’t feel real.

“None of them, not a single one, loves you like I do,” you whispered. “…and even if you don’t save me, I would still die happy knowing that I told you that.”

His blue eyes glinted at your words, and you stepped off of the ledge before either of you knew it, falling back into the open air. There was a brief moment, a few seconds where you heard the faint screams from below, and you thought to yourself that this was it. The air whipped around you, and you closed your eyes, not a fearful bone in your body.

But your descent was interrupted by strong arms wrapping around you.

The wind was knocked from you, and you bounced a bit as he caught you. You peeled your eyes open to gaze up into familiar blue ones, the strangest of frowns on his face as he looked down at you. Homelander’s descent to the ground was slow, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up and threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You didn’t miss the shiver that traveled through him, and your smile was loopy.

Your other hand landed on his arm, fingers grazing the clothed appendage. You didn’t take your eyes off of him for one moment, and neither he you but for entirely different reasons. You couldn’t read what was going on behind his eyes, and you desperately wanted to, but he landed on the ground before you could.

The crowd that surrounded you was loud, a few reporter shoving mics and cameras in your faces. You didn’t hear a word that was said as he sat you back down, the warmth of him leaving as he let you go. You only looked away when a question caught your ears.

“Miss, miss! Homelander just saved your life! You must be feeling pretty grateful, right now…”

You stared at the woman for a few seconds before slowly turning to the superhero at your side. He was still staring at you with that strange look, like he didn’t quite believe you were real, and with a grand smile, you reached for him and pressed your lips to his cheek.

The crowd loved it, and your smile softened as his expression grew unreadable.

“He’s my hero.”

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#homelander x reader #Dark Fic #the boys

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Worst Nightmare

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, panic attack, pit madness

Word count: 1721

A/N: Here’s part 10 of castle of glass! It’s time for shit to hit the fan! Part of this is based on WFA because I just want Bruce to be able to be a good dad to his kids. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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“Did you seriously drag me the whole way here just so you could grab something you could have asked Bruce for?” Jason asked as Dick continued wrapping up the various wires for the police scanner on his apartment desk.

“You know, I thought it was your idea to keep Bruce out of our way as much as possible.” Dick raised an eyebrow and shot him the same exasperated look he’d been giving him since he was twelve years old.

Jason huffed, knowing Dick was right. If he wanted to do what he had to do with as little involvement from the rest of the Bats as possible, they needed a way to listen in to Gotham Police for any sign of the clown. Y/N was tapped into Barbara’s software, so their own scanner would give her a way to listen in without any of the others listening too.

Didn’t mean he had to be happy about Dick dragging him along though. “Still doesn’t explain why I had to come.”

“Because the elevator is broken and I also need to grab some more of mine and Haley’s things.” Dick said, before chewing on his cheek in a way that Jason knew meant he had more to say but didn’t know how to say it.

“Whatever it is, Dickhead, spit it out.” Jason said, feeling slightly bad for snapping, but with everything going on, his patience wasn’t exactly in the best state.

Dick’s shoulders dropped and he stopped what he was doing to lean back against his desk. “I-uh- talked to Y/N, and I just wanted to check in without the others around.”

“Oh.” Jason said, his stomach twisting in the weird way it did now whenever Dick took an interest in his life outside of their vigilantism. “I-I’m good, I guess. Better than I’ve been in a long time.”

Dick smiled, his real smile, not the one he used around other people. “That’s good, I’m glad. She seems happier too. I’m glad you both figured out a way to make it work.”

Jason nodded. He didn’t know what to say back because he could tell Dick meant it. His wayward little brother and best friend who seemed to be a magnet for trouble were not only getting along but they had decided to pursue a relationship and actually take a stab at being happy. All Dick had ever wanted was for his family to be happy, for everyone to get along. Jason was just happy he seemed to have stopped being a point of stress for his older brother in that regard.

“We should probably head back before Bruce gets angsty and sends the cavalry after us to make sure we’ve not been whisked away.” Dick joked, his smile widening when it caused Jason’s lips to twitch up.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

***

Jason could tell something was wrong the moment they stepped back into the manor. There were multiple pairs of shoes by the door that had been hastily kicked off and multiple voices coming from the kitchen. He shared a look with Dick and they both dropped the boxes they were carrying by the door before walking to investigate.

All of the Bats, apart from Duke, were standing or sitting around the kitchen island, and all of them went silent as the two of them walked in. Jason met Bruce’s eyes and felt his heart freeze in his chest; the only times the old man had looked at him like that, it was never good news. But he forced back his panic and scanned the room. Everyone looked okay, except for Damian. The kid had a black eye, a busted lip, and a haziness to his gaze that told Jason he probably had a concussion. Alfred was fussing over him, ignoring the boys weak attempts to push him off. It was strange seeing everyone in one place, so strange that his brain almost didn’t notice the only other person who was missing.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dick asked, beating Jason to it by seconds.

Jason looked back at Bruce and he knew what was coming before anyone said it. But surprisingly, it wasn’t Bruce who spoke up.

“I got into a disagreement at school and I did not want anyone else to know, so I called her to pick me up.” Damian said, refusing to look at Jason and Dick, but even with his gaze fixed on the table, Jason could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. “They came out of no where. It was my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.” Bruce said sternly.

“There was too many of them, and she did not want them knowing I was Robin so she told me to run. But I could not leave her there. They hit me over the head and took her.” Damian bit hard into his lip in an attempt to stop himself crying.

But Jason was no longer paying attention. Dick said something to draw the attention of the others and he felt himself backing out of the room as the pit started clawing its way up into his mind. His vision tinged green and his surroundings seemed to disappear as his thoughts started screaming.

Yourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfaultyourfault

It was like all his worst nightmares were coming true at once. The air seemed to have been ripped from his lungs as the sound of manic laughter started echoing in his ears, just adding to the noise in his head.

“SHUT UP!” The words forced their way out of his throat, cutting through the chaos in his mind.

“Jay?” A soft voice said, but with the green still tinting his vision and the pounding in his ears, he couldn’t tell who it was. “Little Wing, can you put the gun down?”

Dick’s use of the old nickname was a shock to his system. The feeling came back into his fingers and he felt the cool metal of the handle in his palm. The side of the gun was pressed against his head where he tried to cover his ears to block out what the voices were saying, even though he knew it was pointless. He focused on breathing and the green started to retreat, even though the pit was still itching for him to get his hands on someone to make them pay. But it meant his vision cleared enough for him to analyse where he was.

He had crammed himself into the corner between the stairs and the kitchen wall, and curled himself up into a ball. Dick was crouched in front of him, clearly wanting to reach out and touch him but unsure if that’s what he wanted. Bruce was standing behind Dick with a frown on his face, but they were the only two people in the hall. Even though he knew the others were probably listening in, he was glad Bruce had apparently told them to stay in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” He croaked out, finally bringing himself to drop the gun onto the floor next to him, immediately missing the security of its weight in his palm.

“It’s okay. Can I touch you?” Dick asked, obviously trying to keep the worry out of his voice. But his face softened slightly when Jason nodded, and he shifted forward to tentatively wrap his arms around him. “We’ll get her back, I promise.”

He balled his hands into fists in the back of Dick’s shirt and buried his face in his brother’s shoulder, needing it even if he was still getting used to accepting comfort from anyone. “It’s all my fault.”

“No, Jason, none of it has been your fault.” Bruce’s voice cut through the air, his tone leaving no room for argument. Jason watched him over Dick’s shoulder as he crouched down to their level. “I’m the one who should be sorry. For the fight we had that day, for leaving you alone outside that warehouse, for not being there for you when you came back, and for not being the one to go and get Damian today.”

Jason stared at Bruce with his lips parted, his brain attempting to process everything he had just said. Dick twisted to face Bruce while keeping his arms around Jason, a similar look on his face. It seemed neither of them could quite get over the fact that Bruce was apologising, especially to Jason of all people.

“What do we know?” Jason managed to choke out after what felt like a full minute of him and Dick staring at Bruce in silence.

“Damian says there were around ten of them. She shot two of them, and I’m assuming she got the gun from you.” The normal, exasperated Bruce was back and part of Jason was glad. “We know the Joker’s MO by now, Barbara is already making a list of all the current abandoned buildings in Gotham and Duke is out keeping an eye on the streets. We’re going to sort the buildings into most likely to least likely, split up into groups of two and search them in order. As much as I’d prefer you didn’t due to both your closeness to this, I’m assuming you’ll want to be paired together?”

Dick pulled back, even though it looked like he didn’t want to, and looked at Jason before turning back to Bruce and nodding. “Yeah, we do.”

Bruce frowned, but nodded too. “Alright. Damian is benched for the night, he’s got a pretty bad concussion. I’ll put Steph with Tim, Cass with me, and Duke can be on standby for backup.”

“Dami won’t want to sit out.” Dick told him.

Bruce sighed. “I know. I’ll let him help Barbara and Alfred, he shouldn’t be sleeping too soon with his concussion anyway. Hopefully that will satisfy him.”

Dick snorted in disbelief.

“Will you come back into the kitchen so we can plan further?” Bruce turned back to Jason.

He took another moment to ground himself and make sure the pit wasn’t going to randomly lash out at anyone before he nodded. Dick pulled him up from the floor and gave him a firm nod, trying to reassure both Jason and himself that the Joker wouldn’t win again. That they were going to get Y/N back in one piece.

Part 11

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I want to be Your Koi Fish 

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on 

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke 

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<end of book 1>

Whenever Kaoru was going to be late, he would let her know. Either he or Kizaki. This time neither one nor the other spoke. Hanabi walked around the whole apartment. Seemingly zero marks, but she found traces of blood on the living room carpet. Small but significant. After all... where from? Cut his finger with a knife and said he would leave something as a souvenir? Probably thought she didn't know anything. She knew. She read the news on the Internet. Had heard of an unknown man with two swords. In fact, she felt his presence, from time to time a shiver ran down her spine, which she had never known. Hanabi talked to the sisters - they also sensed that something was happening. Guessed that newcomer had come to his premises, and whatever happened...Kaoru couldn't remain silent. The police chief himself pleaded with him for attention and for fighting the problem. She wasn't there, but she was standing outside the door listening. Only such a simple thing as crossing the border tipped the scales? She had plans to call Kizaki, but in time stopped herself. What would it do? After all, he will not turn back! Instead, outraged to the limit, she chose a completely different number.

- Hi, I have something... - she began, but was quickly interrupted.

- We know, we'll be there soon. - She heard a firm tone in the receiver. - Get ready.

She waited for nothing. Pulled on dark, close-fitting pants, a black tight blouse, threw a leather jacket over it and, almost jumping into light-heeled ankle boots, shot out like a slingshot from an apartment building. Hoped it wouldn't be too late. She caught them on the way. Ayame in one of her immortal plain colored corsets and jeans, Shizuka in a colorful jumpsuit and Yui in a white T-shirt, khaki pants and dark army boots. Last one took with her two swords strapped to her belt. She knew them. They were hung by their grandfather for a long time, passed down from generation to generation. HIS swords.

They arrived at the last minute. They broke through the crowd screeching something about manga and characters from history. She had to arrive on time. The samurai apparently had a great time feeling everyone's eyes focused on himself. Hanabi felt her heart stop beating for a few seconds. First, he had cut Hanayama's back open, and she could see perfectly well that it wasn't the first time. Then, as the husband was about to attack, he slashed the face - across, through the nose and vertically, tearing the hazel iris in two. Final blow down the spine. Hanayama did not fall. He stood like his fucking Otokodachi, to finally sit down with the utmost calm in his own blood. Baki was waiting nearby with a bottle of Wild Turkey. Before him knelt down the police general, the same one who had accepted the whiskey in his office. He fell face down in front of the mafioso, thanking him for the effort.

- Kaoru... - she sighed, coming up.

- What are you doing here? - he was surprised to see her next to him.

- The usual, Kaoru-san. She does everything her own way. - Shizuka replied, standing behind his back and placing her fingers with long nails on the man's temples. - The ambulance might not be on time and you will lose your eye. I'll improve your energy flow a little...

- What...

- What an incredible coincidence! - samurai said excitedly. - I am glad to see you, Kitsune. I suspect you know perfectly well how well I feel the bond between us.

- The more I regret that we meet in such and not other circumstances...great-grandfather. - Hanabi replied arrogantly.

She was a little sorry not to see Kaoru's face. Instead, she heard a muffled cry of surprise from Kizaki. In fact, not only his, because after a while a wave of whispers from the crowd started. At times like this, felt like she was watching a movie on TV thinking "well, no, like some fucking sitcom, just not funny at all."

- You are a vessel for Sakurai's soul, aren't you, child? - he asked, tucking his sword into the duvet cover. - I recognized immediately...you have a demon in your eyes. My beautiful demon.

He was going to touch her face, but she definitely pulled away. He will not charm her with sweet words. She had to buy enough time. Fortunately, relief has come.

- These aren't your time, you shouldn't be here. - Ayame said.

- Exorcist, healer, spirit guide... Kuko*, Tenko**, Byakko***... Beautiful and gifted I have children, right? Right?! - he turned as if to Hanayama and the police general. - One is missing. Where is... the devourer? Where's Kokko****?

An elderly woman, dressed rather strangely for her age, with furiously red nails, fell between them. Hanabi frowned. A special energy was emanating from her.

- Medium? - she was surprised.

- It looks. - Yui replied, standing next to the sisters, then bowed politely towards the samurai. - Hello, great-grandfather.

Hanabi felt not particularly well. She felt sick, dizzy at the same time, had spots in front of eyes, but surprisingly didn't lose balance. Tried to focus on the situation, but her head ran away somewhere far, beyond the limits of consciousness. Blood was bubbling through her veins, hitting every nook and cranny, making her feel terribly hot. She often got pissed off that she would "come out of herself and stand next to", and right now she wondered in horror whether it would actually come to that.

- Since my blood survived, I hope the dojo is as well. - Miyamoto asked with a charming smile.

- It's under my protection. - confirmed the master, placing her hand on the hilt of one of the swords.

- Lovely! You make me proud, really! - samurai applauded. - I'd love to stay with you longer!

Wasn't sure she heard it right, but he didn't seem to want to leave. So it remained to force him... but how? Another massive wave of nausea attacked, this time she staggered on her feet. Fortunately, Kaoru was right behind. She felt strong hands on shoulders, creating an incredibly warm feeling of security, but that didn't stop her body from reacting oddly. She leaned back on still-weakened husband, feeling that something was coming from her. She closed eyes and when opened them a woman was standing in front of her. Raven's hair, reaching the ground, was tied up with a jade ball, fuzzy white tails twisting beside it. Nine tails. On top of her head, she noticed cute, pointed ears. When the figure turned to face her, long earrings rang, and Hanabi saw... herself, only like ten years older. Dressed in a beautiful, slightly loose kimono with sleeves tied with blue strings and with tasteful, black okobo on the feet. Smiled radiantly at Hanabi, reaching with a delicate hand with long fingers to her face. She was too shocked to remove herself and for some reason didn't want to.

- Sakurai! My lovely wife! - Miyamoto crowed in delight. - My Kitsune...

- SILENCE! - she snapped at him ferociously, not taking the crowd of onlookers at all. - I'm extremely disappointed in you, Musashi. With pain and disgust, I think of you as my husband. If I could, I'd get a posthumous divorce!

- But the flowers of my heart...

- Do you know how much shame I have eaten because of you?! The goddess Amaterasu herself graced me with her presence to REQUEST your return! - the inexorable fox screamed. - You'll be on your knees begging forgiveness forever, I swear to you. You must appear in the Golden Palace IMMEDIATELY!

- Sakurai... dearest...

- Pray that Amaterasu-sama doesn't sell you to a brothel. Or I. - she hissed, then turned much more gently to the tall blonde. - Kuko, darling, please do an exorcism. Let that old fool go back where he belongs.

- Of course, great-grandmother. - Ayame agreed.

- I would love to stay with you a bit longer, my children, but there's no chance. And as for you... - she muttered, walking gracefully to Hanabi. - Enjoy your life, Byakko.

Mrs. Hanayama was still in severe shock, not knowing what was going on, and the tall woman wrapped her arms around to blend in with her body. She took a deep breath. She felt good again. Meanwhile, the eldest sister muttered a prayer under her breath and snapped fingers. The samurai spirit flew away and body was burned to ashes. The witch froze in shock. It probably came as a shock to her as well. Surprisingly quickly her resonance returned.

- Impressive...

- You think we'll leave you without consequences? - Ayame asked rhetorically. - What you did was shameful. Hundreds of people died!

- What can you guys do? Well, I listen?! - the woman chuckled. - But you can't, blonde, chase the soul from the still alive body! Nor is it possible to take away an ability!

- I am heartily fed up with you. - Hanabi whispered hard as she approached her. - You've done enough. We collect toys...

- Oh, no, no, no, honey. - The red-haired girl interjected, standing by her. - This isn't a good idea.

- Shizuka is right, you will lose the body. - The blonde supported her. - It's too much of a risk.

- Hanabi, what are you planning? - Kaoru asked anxiously.

- She is going to throw herself off balance to take away the witch's ability to use her powers. - Yui explained dryly. - And that almost certainly amounts to losing your flesh.

- No... NO! - her husband tried to stop her, but she broke away. - You can't!

- The problem won't end without it. I can't believe she won't do it again... - she replied quietly.

She approached a woman who still doubted the success of her plan. She was quite the opposite. She knew how to do it, though she wasn't sure where from. As if it has been in her for a long time, a bit like riding a bicycle, when we learn as children, then we don't have time, and as adults...we get on and go. She placed a hand on the woman's forehead, staring the light green irises straight into her unwavering eyes. Hanabi was losing touch with the world, hearing nothing but the flow, swift as water in a waterfall. She felt an enormous mass of energy running through every cell, every vein, every ankle. The witch consciously and very skillfully opened her chakras, trying to saturate her. But she wasn't going to be stifled. Thanks to the flowing chi, she found her way to the weave of interest. She closed it and blocked it. There was no way anyone else would open it. She painfully felt her return to the ground. Her whole body felt as if it were a pile of stones.

- Sabuko-onee-sama*****! - she heard a screech that made her ears ache. - Onee-sama!

She turned on her heel, tired and in pain. The owner of the Arena ran towards them, in traditional clothes as usual. The witch was in a mute shock. Only Tokugawa's arms woke her from lethargy.

- She locked it... b...blocked it... - she whispered in horror. - I... I don't hear anything. No souls...

So his sister. Yeah. It couldn't be that accidental or supernatural. Real life is neither a cartoon, nor a movie, nor a comic book. She felt dizzy again, something warm under her nose. Her knees felt as if she had come home after a very tiring day and wanted to lie down so badly. The last thing she heard before she fell into her husband's arms was Kizaki's terrified scream.

- Hanabi-sama!

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He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The mere fact of Miyamoto's return to life was madness enough, shortly afterwards a white fox emerged from his wife's body, and the icing on the cake was Hanabi's ability to block energy in the chakras. Everything seemed to be back to normal, he was even feeling pretty good. Whatever Shizuka has done, she has done it brilliantly. He wanted to hug his beloved, whisper that everything would be fine, they could go home, and in the same second she fell into his arms as if had lost contact with her body. Thick, dark blood was leaking from her tiny, upturned nose. It wasn't looking good. He looked at the sisters-in-law. They shook their heads. There was nothing they could do. Only Yui walked over to them, knelt down, chattering with two katanas, and grasped her sister's bright hand. Even that didn't help. Yang couldn't hold her Yin. He looked into the green eyes he loved so much.

- Kaoru... - she muttered softly.

- You can't leave me. - he whispered, leaning forward.

- Sorry to put you on a fait accompli. Don't worry too much. - she sighed heavily, reaching for sliced face. - I'll find a way to get back to you, I swear. After all, I promised to be your dragon, right? Whatever...whatever is left of me, give it to nature. Please.

- No, Hanabi...I will not give you to anyone.

- How stubborn you are! - she laughed with tears in her eyes, and after a while rest her head gently on his torso, as if was falling asleep; he heard her soft, fading voice - "I need a gangster to love me better than all the others do... To always forgive me, ride or die with me. That's just what gangsters do"******.

- ...Hana...

The slender body collapsed in his arms, and after a while, with a gust of wind, it dissolved into the sea of white and pink petals of Japanese cherries. His heart skipped a painful tear. The love of his life was gone, and there was nothing he could do. She died in his arms and she breathed her last. It felt as if the meaning of existence had gone with her. Hanayama had no idea what to do with himself. He felt a presence behind his back.

- Boss... I'm so sorry... - Kizaki whispered.

- Weird. - Yui muttered, wiping her face. - I thought I would...feel like she's gone. And I still feel like she's standing next to.

He barely heard what she said, stunned by his own thoughts. After a while, however, realized that he smelled a familiar scent. Subtle, barely perceptible... It might as well be a pile of Sakura petals that she had left behind, at least some of which he was going to take. However, he didn't think any type of cherry smelled like yuzu. She loved yuzu. A good pile of pink and white scraps has gathered near him. For a moment it seemed to him that the pile was gently moving. Finally something sneezed, making them fly. Tiny, white, fluffy, with a long tail. The shapely-eared fox brushed the fragrant petals off the tiny head, completely ignoring human existence. He gulped down at his nearest sister-in-law and the other two who were coming up with curiosity.

- Hanabi...is that you? - he asked incredulously.

The animal, hearing the name, turned to him and looked sadly with wise, light green eyes that looked like two large, shiny stones. She curled up inside herself, wrapping one ponytail around her paws.

- And where are the other tails? - Ayame whispered in surprise.

- Oh, you're so cute! - Shizuka squealed, holding out her hands. - Come on, I'll ruff your ear!

The fox looked at him again with pained eyes, lowering tail sadly, then turned and started to run away. He couldn't let her do that. Not after what he experienced. What they both experienced. Besides, she promised to find a way, and he made it a point of honor to defend what she had left behind. He grabbed gently under her belly so as not to accidentally damage skinny limbs. She tried to get away, but to no avail.

- Silly of you, the house is in a completely different direction. - he replied with a half-mouth smile.

In response, foxy stood on hind legs, cuddling tail. She looked suggestive as if to say, "Look what's left of me! It's just pathetic! Do you want THAT wife?" Silly one. He ran a finger lightly through shiny fur.

- Have you forgotten what I promised you? "In health and in sickness"...

Big bright eyes drowned in tears as she climbed over his shoulder to gently touch her paws over his cut cheek and lick her coarse tongue as if she wanted to shower him with kisses. They've survived a lot, and they'll be fine with it.

It seemed to him that this time he was in the hospital longer than before. Or maybe he just took a long time? They didn't let her stay, "such rules", had to wait. They broke a hundred needles on him, they spilled hectoliters of blood, even the eye was doing quite well. Utsumi demanded that they do everything to make him survive. He mentally thanked him a hundred times for it. Needed to be back as soon as possible, but chained to the bed had its advantages: he could think for a moment about what was happening, and what can in future. Don't think he wanted to know what his father-in-law thought about the fact that his youngest daughter, the apple of daddy's eye, got stuck in the body of a tiny fox. Still not solved the mystery of the bomber, the funds thief, Hanabi was at a standstill with the Wu Song building. One of the few pluses: the dojo problem postponed until she returns. He realized that she had wanted to help him so many times, however, and he hadn't given her an option. He pushed her away, didn't initiate in many matters "for her sake". Another thing was that in the end she pressed herself in front of each time. He felt guilty, some part of his existence insisted that he made her feel brought to extremes.

After two weeks, they finally allowed him to leave. He buttoned up his purple shirt, skillfully tied tie, threw a white jacket over shoulders, pushed glasses up on nose. In front of the hospital door, a black, glistening Mercedes was waiting for him as standard, and a Kizaki bowing at the waist. He opened the door. There was something waiting in the dark car seat. A pair of bright eyes. She raised pointed ears, waved tail cheerfully at the sight of him, and as soon as he sat down next to her, she jumped on his lap, making herself comfortable. He barely noticed the shiny purple ribbon tied around the skinny neck. The car started moving, and he gently ran his hand through the white fur, feeling a long tail fall down his legs, moving steadily left and right. Finally they went home.

~ THE END ~

…or not!

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* Kuko Kitsune - air fox, of the genus Zenko (good foxes), living 3000 years old, considered a fox deity 

**Tenko Kitsune - heavenly fox of the genus Zenko, living over 1000 years 

***Byakko Kitsune - white fox, of the Zenko genus, strongly connected with the spiritual world, friendly to people, bringing luck

**** Kokko Kitsune - black fox, of the genus Zenko, comes from Chinese culture and is the embodiment of the North Star 

*****Onee-sama - honorary designation of an older sister or a person towards whom we have similar feelings 

******Kehlani "Gangsta"

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #iwanttobeyourkoifish #baki headcanons #baki dou #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki hanayama #hanayamaswife #hanayamahanabi #kaoru hanayama #miyamoto musashi #baki musashi #musashi #kitsune #+18 only #+18 or +adult only #+18 content

[i-me-mine]

A Night in the Woods - Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Story Summary: Warnings of strange disappearances and attacks in the woods of Hawkins emerge, but in a more peaceful post-Vecna world, that doesn't bother you too much. While Steve ensures the kids are safe, you and Eddie enjoy some time alone in the woods anyway. But when strange noises start, Eddie goes out to check and doesn't return you begin to worry about it and go on your journey to find him.

Word count: 3.2k | General Masterlist | AO3

Laughter and animated conversation filled the cozy living room of Harrington’s house. Coming back from the kitchen, where you put the last dirty plates in the dishwasher, you stopped by the doorway, silently observing your friends.

Eddie’s infectious smile brightened the whole room, immersed in the lighthearted banter with your friends, making your heart swell with love. You reflected on the countless moments you all had shared, all the tears, laughs, and support, and how you had weathered storms and celebrated victories as one. Through the highs and lows and all the hardships of fighting against the upside down, you all came out stronger.

“Come here, sweetheart; you have to save me! Nancy wants me to use a tuxedo!” Eddie acknowledged you were stepping back into the room with a warm smile, reaching out to put you back on his lap.

“What’s the problem, Eddie? I would use one; they are nice.” El countered.

“You can’t go to their wedding in your worn-out jeans!” Lucas added.

Eddie looked at you with those puppy eyes you loved so much as if waiting for you to convince them that there was no need for him to dress up for Nancy and Jonathan’s wedding. Whenever those chocolate button eyes looked at you, you knew you would do whatever he wanted, but the others were not as easily charmed as you.

“Well… if there is no wedding… there is no problem” You gave a sided smile and shrugged.

“Oh no, not again! I don’t know why you are so against two people getting together!” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“I’m not against that; I’m living the time of my life with my baby here” You gave Eddie a peck on the cheek. “I just don’t see the point of the marriage institution… it’s just a piece of paper! You are letting the damn government into your relationship.”

Nancy rubbed her hands against her face - she couldn’t understand why you think that way, as if love and marriage were opposite forces instead of complementary things. She was a romantic; what could you do?

“Eds, you better get used to the idea, you can avoid using a tuxedo for Nancy’s wedding, but I’ll want to see you all dressed up like a penguin in my wedding, and you bet I’ll be laughing at you the whole time” Max laughed, and Lucas nodded his head, agreeing with her.

“Shut up, Red!” Eddie threw a pillow at her.

“You can wear whatever you want at mine, man!” Dustin said, making everyone start booing.

“See, that’s a true friend!” Eddie tried to reply, but the voices of the others were much louder.

Lost in the rhythm of their laughter and the symphony of their voices, you couldn’t help but smile and feel an overwhelming sense of happiness in having them all in your life, no matter how silly or annoying you all could be.

“I bet Suzie will love this idea, Dustin,” Robin teased him.

“Wanna come to Cerebro tomorrow night and hear firsthand her opinion?” Dustin dared her

“No way! Haven’t you seen the alerts? You are not going to Weathertop at night.” Steve intervened.

The rumors of unsettling incidents in the woods of Hawkins had spread like wildfire, capturing the town’s attention and stirring a mixture of fear and curiosity. The police had issued warnings, urging caution and vigilance when venturing into the woods - but facing and beating Vecna had a side effect - it wasn’t anything that scared you anymore.

“No need to worry ‘Mom’ “Dustin was mocking him.

“C’mon, Hopper even gave a statement at the town square this week… recent disappearances, attacks that had occurred within the vicinity of the woods… I don’t want any of you doing anything stupid; stay away from the woods until the situation is resolved, you understand me?”

Steve was apprehensive about the kids, and as much as they were annoyed about it, they knew that he only wanted the best for them, so small nods of agreement were seen around the room, and happy chatter started again. Finally, when the time came to go home, you all shared heartfelt goodbye hugs.

“What I told them also serves you - I know you both escape to the woods during the weekends… just don’t, ok?” Steve told you, looking straight in the eye.

“We are grown-ups, Stevie; we can take care of ourselves!” Eddie replied, ruffling his hair before going out the door.

It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful day away from the woods. So, in the sun-kissed afternoon, you and Eddie were swimming side by side, enjoying the lake’s cool water. Your laughter echoed as you playfully splashed water at Eddie, who retaliated with a mischievous grin, making the water your playground.

You raced to dry land, and as you toweled off, you noticed Eddie admiring your body. “Seeing something you like, baby?”

“Sure, I’m looking at the most amazing view right now.”

“Oh, baby…”

“No, really, look how many tall trees we have around here!”

“Ohhh, you are talking about that…”

Eddie grinned. “Little does Steve know, the only problem I can see here in the woods is actually the size of your underwear.”

You made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh, and Eddie hugged you, spinning you around and taking you into his arms, he brought you back to your spot in the woods.

Together, you sprawled in the blanket on the ground, your bodies intertwined in a comfortable embrace. Eddie gave you soft kisses and held berries on his lips, making you reach out to take them with your mouth, looking him intensely in his eyes while you ate them with a teasing smile.

“I love you so much,” you confessed.

“Not more than I love you, princess.” he cupped your face with his huge warm hands. “You’re my whole life; I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He kissed you deeper, sucking on your tongue more, keeping his touches lingering on your body longer. You enjoyed each other company while the day was coming to a close. Then, when the sun had already dipped below the horizon, you got your things to bring it back to the van.

While parked near Hopper’s old cabin, you would still spend the night in the van. That place was abandoned long ago, and the van was your sanctuary for the night. You settled in, curling up together, finding solace in each other’s arms, while Eddie picked up “The Hobbit” book to read. You always loved when he read it out loud for you.

But you were craving for something else at that moment. You couldn’t take your eyes off Eddie’s neck; your hand started its journey around his body, teasing him. You could see his breathing increasing and his difficulty keeping his voice steady, making small stops, and biting his lips occasionally. Your fingers were rubbing against his skin when suddenly he grabbed your hand to stop it from moving.

“I can’t keep reading if you don’t stop.”

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” you teased him again.

“I do. We should end this chapter,” his voice shook a bit.

“The way you’re moaning tells me otherwise, big boy. I think it’s cute you think you can stop me from pleasing you.” you got closer and whispered in his ear. “Now be a good boy and take your hand off mine so I can finish what I started… or I’ll have to restrain it”.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me!”

You jumped on top of him, with him grabbing your hips and pulling you close. Wrapped in each other’s arms, your lips entwined in a dance of lust and desire, kisses both sweet and fervent. The confined space of the van increased the sense of intimacy; the windows fogged with your shared warmth and entangled breaths. As your embrace intensified, the world outside seemed to fade away.

However, strange guttural growls pierced the air, the haunting tones reaching your ears, making you suddenly stop. Your eyes met, and a shared sense of unease washed over you.

You broke the silence, your voice quivering with concern as you whispered, “Eddie, do you hear that? What could it be?”

His brows furrowed, and you could see worry written all over his face. He peered out of the van’s rear window, his heart racing as his eyes caught what he believed to be a glimpse of glowing eyes looking back at him from the darkness.

“I think we are not alone here,” he muttered, his voice heavy with trepidation. “I need to see what’s happening.”

“No fucking way, it could be a damn clown chasing us with a bloody knife.”

But Eddie didn’t pay attention and slipped out of the van, making you follow him - Outside, you saw nothing but darkness; even the moon was covered by clouds. Your fingers wrapped around Eddie’s wrist.

“Don’t leave me, please,” you said under your breath.

“I’m right here,” he answered quietly. “But I may need my hand in the future.”

And then you realized that you were holding his hand so tightly that you could have stopped the circulation in his hand. So you looked down at your intertwined fingers and reluctantly started to loosen the grasp on his hand but kept holding his arm.

“Do you think there is someone out there?’

“Someone… or something.”

“I’m scared, Eds,”

He held you close and guided you to the passenger seat - he jumped to the driver seat and tried to start the car, but it didn’t work. Eddie started to curse and hit the steering wheel.

“Dammit! Ok, we are not going anywhere for now…. So I’ll check what’s happening - You just wait for me here, alright? I won’t be long.”

You grabbed Eddie’s arm; your eyes widened with fear. “What?!? No, no, don’t leave me alone. It’s dangerous out there.”

But determination flashed in Eddie’s eyes as he tenderly kissed your forehead. “I’ll keep you safe! I’ll find out what’s going on, and I’ll get back to you. I promise.”

“Eds, no, don’t leave me!” you pleaded, but it was too late. He climbed out, picked a bat and a flashlight on the back of the van, and left you, his silhouette vanishing into the inky blackness of the night.

You tried to behave, to wait for him as he asked you to, but time seemed to stretch as minutes turned into an agonizing wait. Your heart pounded in your chest; your thoughts raced with anxiety. Something was wrong; you just knew it. The sound of a howl sent a shiver through your spine, and you decided you couldn’t just stand there waiting.

Moving quietly through the woods seemed like a good approach - your eyes scanned the surrounding trees, desperately searching for any sign of Eddie, with no success. Your fears intensified with each step, your worry fueling your determination to find him.

Suddenly you felt the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up, the feeling of being watched. The sound of a sharp bark and snorts reached you, making you start running, trying to put distance between you and the sound until you skidded. As you tried to get up, gasping for air, an idea formed in your mind.

You started to sprint towards the old cabin, reaching the shed in the back. Your eyes darted around, searching when you finally saw it: an old dusty rifle. You got the ammo shells and started to load the gun as quickly as you could, your hands sweaty and shaking, afraid of what could be after you, or even worst, what could find Eddie.

The rifle was trembling in your hand, but you were determined to find Eddie. You tried to call his name not so loudly a couple of times, without success, while the wind was slipping through the leaves. Finally, a chilling howl pierced the silence, and you saw the ray of light from Eddie’s flashlight guiding you toward it.

The high-pitched scream from Eddie echoed in the woods, and your heart sank when you got there and stumbled upon a harrowing sight — a wolf was lunging at Eddie, who fought desperately to defend himself.

And you should have fired, but you just stared, paralyzed by fear. Only when the wolf bit Eddie’s arm that he was using to protect himself and a painful scream left his mouth again that, fueled by adrenaline and a fierce protectiveness for him, you aimed and shot the rifle with fierce determination. One, two times, to ensure that it would be - and stay - dead. You knelt beside Eddie, who was bloodied and weak.

“That’s my badass girl,” he managed to speak.

“Oh my God, Eds… I’m here, baby, I’m here…” Panic gripped you as you checked his wounds. His arm was bleeding too much; his face was white with dry lips.

“I think I need to rest a little,” he murmured.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes, don’t leave me!” tears welled in your eyes as you realized you didn’t know what to do.

You tried to pressure the wound, but the blood didn’t stop running through your fingers in a warm, tick, and slippery flow.

“If I die, it’s just one less worry for you.”

“You better stay alive, Eds; I can’t live without you, you hear me?” you replied with a trembling voice, sobbing while you took his bandana, trying to make a knot as tightly as you could to try to stop the bleeding a bit and then whispering “I’m sorry.”

His face contorted with pain, but he still managed to say. “Then marry me.”

“What?” you gasped.

“I know you hate the idea, but it’s only until death do us part, and this could be sooner than you think, so what do you have to lose?” he held your hand. “Will you marry me?”

You choked with the sudden request, but when looking at him, at the warmth of his eyes and the sweet smile he gave you, all you could think was how stupid of you to be so against marrying the love of your life. You were madly in love with him; that was a fact - suddenly, getting married seemed like the natural next step.

“Yes,” you said, smiling, trying to wipe the tears from your face with the back of your hand without leaving blood on it.

“You mean it? Or are you just trying to give me my dying wish?”

“I mean it! I’ll be happy to marry you…I love you, Edward Munson. I want to share my life with you and grow old together… And be able to complain about and annoy the grumpy old man you’ll become.”

He opened the biggest smile you had ever seen and tried to hug you, but it made him lose more blood, increasing your despair.

“I can’t die now; I need to announce on the radio that the woman of my dreams is going to marry me…” he murmured.

“THE RADIO! Oh my God, Eds, you are a genius! We are saved!” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here; I’ll be right back.”

And you ran to the old cabin, hoping that the radio would still be there and that any of the boys would be near their walkie-talkies to receive your code-red message.

The soft sunlight entered through the curtains of the hospital room. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, still slightly disoriented and trying to make sense of his surroundings. A wave of relief washed over him as he laid eyes on you. The first thing he noticed was the glimmer of joy in your face when you saw him awake. He then noticed the others were also there, their eyes filled with a mix of worry and relief.

“Eds, you’re finally awake!” You exclaimed, unable to contain the emotion in your voice. “I was so scared!! How are you feeling?”

His mind was still foggy, and his voice was hoarse. “I’m feeling awesome; I won a fight against a wolf, didn’t I?

“Shut up, Eds! I could have lost you. Do you know what that would have done to me?” you scolded him. . “I told you to stay away from the woods, man! You almost gave us a heart attack!” Steve added.

”We thought you were a goner, man… but I’m glad you are better now,” Dustin tried to soften the mood.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. “Yeah, I got lucky that my beloved future wife is the most courageous and smartest woman in the whole world.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed, her confusion evident. “Your what? Call the nurse; there is something wrong with his head.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reached for his hand. “I guess a propose done in the woods, while bitten and bleeding, is not the most romantic one… But I said yes.”

Everyone erupted into cheers and laughter, all their worries forgotten, their voices intertwining with excitement.

“Congratulations!” they all exclaimed, their faces filled with genuine happiness.

“Are you serious? All it took was an almost-death situation? That was easy!” Robin added a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Eddie’s eyes sparkled as a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Well, all soon-to-be Mrs. Munson needed was a little bit of perspective.”

“Oh no, can’t I keep my last name? I think I’ll call it off then.” you faked concern.

“No, no, no, we are doing it the right! And let us take care of everything; you both just need to show up for the ceremony,” Nancy countered.

Eddie looked and you and whispered, “Don’t worry, we can always just run away to Las Vegas, and that’s it.”

Laughter filled the room, a joyous symphony that mingled with the beeping of medical equipment.

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try one or two traditional things for a change… I want to be yours, spend the rest of my life with you, and make it official in all possible ways.”

Eddie nodded, pure bliss shining in his eyes. “Whatever makes you happy, my love.”

The room erupted in cheers again, the excitement contagious as plans and ideas were thrown into the air like confetti. Hospitals were usually sad places, but the spirit of love and celebration filled the air at that moment.

Eddie was firmly holding your hand, and the stories and laughter of your friends were wrapping you in a comforting embrace. At that moment, you realized that traditional marriage could be just a piece of paper, and family could be considered just blood relations, but it was not like that for you.

In your friends, you had a chosen family, a connection formed through shared experiences, unconditional love, and a deep understanding of one another’s souls, the same way that you knew that the bond you and Eddie shared was special. Your love would grow stronger with each passing day, the wedding being another milestone in a journey that would bring you much joy.

And you couldn’t wait to start that new phase of your life.

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Since I Ever Was Your Star

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: The Red Hood has been terrorizing the Gotham underground for months, claiming to reveal himself once the time is right. It doesn’t bother you; you’re too focused on your promotion to Assistant Deputy Chief of the GCPD. Besides, you have other things to worry about, like your childhood friend Jason Todd coming back into town.

/ It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Cw: dubcon, alcohol consumption, humiliation, blackmail, slight yandere!/ mostly scumbag!Jason Todd, smut

“And here we have our beloved Captain who’s worked tirelessly this past month to implement the GCPD’s latest program on neighborhood safety in this underserved district…”

You switched the news channel to something else, too embarrassed to hear your own voice. Besides, you experienced the news interview firsthand. You knew how it ended.

“The Red Hood’s actions have become bolder in the past few weeks, claiming to reveal his identity soon. Many speculate who might be under the red hood, ranging from–“

Shutting off the TV with the remote, you let out an exhausted sigh in the break room. The day was long but finally over. Another day closer to finding out if you’d get this promotion or not. Another day closer to reaching your dreams. The anticipation was wearing you thin, killing you slowly with dread. You had about a week until they gave you their answer.

Up against Thomas “Mack” Mackenzie for the promotion of Assistant Deputy Chief, you hoped that your sincerity and dedication to the department would outweigh whatever Mack had against you.

The man fit every citizen’s stereotype of the classic GCPD officer: a jaded individual too focused on getting his paycheck instead of helping his community. He was gruff when speaking to victims of crime, blaming them at times for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, finding any excuse to place them at fault instead of the city’s corrupt police department. You were certain he was corrupt in some way or somehow, though your only basis for this belief was in your disdain.

Despite this, the higher-ups loved his shit.

Though the same rank, he used his age and gender to belittle you. You worked hard to rank up to Captain III in the Organized Crime Control Bureau in under ten years. This feat didn’t impress him.

Mack had more experience due to how long he’s served. A man was more naturally adept at protecting. T safe

“Because you’re a woman,” he rationalized. “They’re trying to push an agenda nowadays. It doesn’t mean you’re any good. You just checked off all the boxes.”

You ignored his taunts and insults, suffering in silence to just get the job done and go. As stupid and hopeless as it was –Mack pointed this out whenever you mentioned it– you wanted to rank higher and use your influence to clean up Gotham. You truly believed that you could.

---

Changing out of your uniform in the locker rooms, you stepped out into the night, wrapping your wool cardigan around you tightly. It wasn’t safe to walk around Gotham City in a uniform, whether clocked in or not. But it also wasn’t safe to walk around the city as a woman either. You chose to dress out as the latter of the two, at least you felt cute this way. How many months had it been since your last date? You knew how to protect yourself anyway.

Glancing up at the archaic building that made up the police headquarters, you hoped you’d soon see a higher view. You worked so hard for this. You wanted it. You wouldn’t do anything toT stop you from your dreams.

The walk and train stop from HQ to your apartment was short, under 30 minutes if some villain hadn’t hijacked the tracks or used it in their grand scheme to get their ass beat by Batman and Robin.

Batman. The dark knight was a figure that showed up in the middle of your youth, vowing to be vengeance against the darkness of Gotham. You wondered if your life would have turned out any different if he had shown up sooner. You wondered if you and him would have had a better chance at life.

Though lost in your thoughts about childhood innocence, Batman and crime, you were still aware enough of your surroundings to know that there was a pair of footsteps behind you that followed you to your seat on the train.

Remaining calm, you tried to think of the situation rationally. It was a little after rush hour but the station was still packed with people. Humans were creatures of habit and today you decided to walk a different way. Maybe it was you who walked across the path of this stranger –a man, based on the weight of his steps.

You didn’t acknowledge him as two stops flew by, sitting together in silence. From what you could see in your peripherals, he was big both in size and height. A baseball cap that covered his features. A dark red hoodie. You felt his thigh press against yours, the denim worn against your bare skin. I shouldn’t wear a dresses on the train, you thought.

Three stops later and you were almost home. Gathering your bag, you stood up quickly to leave. You had misread the situation with the stranger. You were just two people trying to get on with your lives.

Nearly exiting the station, a calloused hand grabbed at your wrist. Years of training caused you to whip around quickly, but the sudden touch still surprised you. Fist balled up and ready to strike, you assessed the person who held you.

Baseball cap, dark red hoodie, jeans. It was the man on the train.

He tilted his head and the movement lifted the shadows that hid him. Dark hair, blue eyes and that stupid smile.

“J –Jason?”

“Told you I had a face you couldn’t never forget.”

Fist unclenched, you threw yourself onto him in a hug. It was true that you couldn’t forget his face. Though years had passed since you last saw him, you were relieved that time had treated well.

Jason had obviously grown since the last time you saw him. Adolescence has a way of changing you. He was easily a head taller than you. His shoulders were broad and strong, made obvious by the fact that you couldn’t wrap your arms around them like you used to. Right now you found your face buried into his chest instead. He smelled like expensive cologne.

“Where have you been?” You asked, pulling away to search his face for any clues.

Time had let him grow into his features. His face had filled out, cheek bones prominent and jaw defined, the faint shadow of freshly shaved facial hair. You felt yourself smile a little, remembering that tiny kid who so desperately wanted a pornstache.

“Around,” he shrugged as if he hadn’t been out of your life for over a decade, if not more.

Walking side-by-side, you unconsciously followed the route to your apartment. The old you would have cried at the thought of it, you and Jason finally having a warm safe place to rest your heads.

“It’s been years, Jason,” you pointed out, wanting more of an explanation.

The last you heard he was the ward of the infamous Bruce Wayne, sent away to study abroad in some European country shortly after being adopted. Though the Gotham paparazzi loved anything involving Bruce, they usually had nothing to say when it came to his children. You wondered if the billionaire paid them off to be silent.

You felt him snake his hand down to yours and give it a light squeeze, your childhood way of saying sorry. You squeezed back before lacing his hand in yours. You’re forgiven.

You thought about how your hands used to be the same size but now his dwarfed yours easily. They were still rough though, but hopefully from lifting weights and not picking locks like Jason used to.

“Came back to town to say hello my old man,” Jason said, not giving more answers. “…and to see my favorite girl,” he added with a grin.

“But how did you find me?”

Jason didn’t have you on any form of social media and you had cut ties with everyone else from your youth.

“Hard to ignore such a pretty face when it’s been blasted all over the news lately,” he said dryly.

You gave him a look. “Guess I was just at the right place at the right time. I was actually on my way to that one diner we used to dream about eating at.”

You knew the one. When you and Jason wandered the streets one hot summer night, you stumbled upon it. It wasn’t anything special, tucked on the corner of Seventh and Lemon, not far from where your current living space was. In fact, that was the whole reason you decided to move to that apartment complex. It was close to the diner of your dreams. It was a way to tell yourself that you made it.

Jason and you had walked too far from home that summer night, ending up on the better side of town. Though the diner was near-empty, a few families and a handful of college-aged lovers made the place seem absolutely glamourous to the two of you who had nothing but each other.

Knowing you couldn’t afford it then, the two of you opted to scrounge around in the dumpster for leftovers instead. Luckily a kind worker took pity upon you two when they saw you as they were about to throw the trash. They came back with two milkshakes, two burgers and a basket of fries. It was still one of the best meals you ever had. The two of you made a greasy-fingered pinky promise to come again as paying customers.

“Come with?” Jason asked, motioning towards the left. To the right was your home full of piled up leftovers in your fridge. You made the sensible the choice and declined. Years of going without it made you hate the thought of wasting food.

“Not tonight.” Jason made a mock face of offense, hand clutching at his heart from your rejection.

“What about this Sunday? There’s a bar down that way too.”

“On Sunday, it’s a date,” he stated, placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles. Since when had he been so smooth?

“Sunday,” you confirmed, giving him a wave after exchanging phone numbers. You felt his eyes follow you as you reached the front door of your building.

---

You heard the name before, who hadn’t in the past eight months? Taking up the moniker of one of the Joker’s first names, the Red Hood was a pain in the GCPD’s ass, yours especially right now.

Watching as two Capos were handcuffed and dragged along to the cop cars, you gave a dirty look to the man in the red helmet before you. The Red Hood rarely worked with the GCPD though your goals and interactions often crossed. He was often antagonistic towards the department, shooting bullets that barely missed your officers. You knew he missed on purpose too. Lord knows how much paperwork you filled out every time an officer or detective had an encounter with him.

“A part of me wants to believe that you’re not actually this incompetent and that maybe you just want to see me in action, Captain,” his words came out in a robotic drawl.

“Would you like that, Cap? You’ve seen what I can do on the streets, but how about what I can do underneath the sheets?”

You ignored the Red Hood’s taunts, desensitized to the shit he was spewing from Mack’s watercooler talks.

“Always thought you were a badge bunny,” a gruff voice boomed behind the two of you, clearly having overheard. “But you tryna fuck ‘Hood too? What does that make you?”

Mack thought before his mouth pulled wide into a lascivious grin. “Crimefucker.”

He barked in laughter, doubling over to slap his knee. He thought he was so funny. You heard some other officers laugh before shutting up after the glare you gave them.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Mack. Do you really need another complaint sent to HR for sexual harassment?”

He scoffed.

“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter. Your wife already left you and took half your shit anyway.”

“And you,” you shoved a finger into the chest of the vigilante, careful to avoid the bat symbol that held a taser’s charge. “I don’t need your help. As far as your proposition goes, if your sexual performance is anything like your work, I’m not impressed with someone who shoots blanks.”

Stalking off, you walked to the detectives who were in charge of investigating this specific crime family. You didn’t need this type of humiliation right now. Sunday couldn’t come faster.

---

Jason slunk into his hideout in an abandoned bunker right below One Police Plaza. The poetic side of him loved the irony of a vigilante living below the very system he disrupted.

Setting his helmet down and kicking off his boots, Jason plopped onto his busted leather couch, thinking of his past two encounters with you. It really had been too long. The Lazarus Pit fucked with his mind, fucked with his memories. He hated himself for forgetting you, too driven by madness and revenge to recall the sweetness of your voice or your touch that would soothe.

He wasn’t the same Jason Todd you knew back then. He came back from the dead unwillingly, but he’d come back better just for you.

It took years of training to build up all the muscle, his growth enhanced by the effects of the Pit. Jason took his time to learn, practiced written word and how to write sonnets dedicated to your beauty. He acquired wealth, mostly through illegal means, but that was something you were used to.

Jason fantasized about seeing you again, showing up at your door as a cultured man. He’d sweep you away and you two would finally run away from Gotham.

But Jason came back as a sicker man with a worse desire for you.

At first he was torn about what he should do. You were probably happier without him, probably made it out of that shithole Alley. Who was he to waltz back into the life you made without him?

But the more selfish side won. The side that always wanted to possess you and keep you for himself. The side that begrudged you for moving on without him.

He was especially critical about your choice in career. He wondered if you were just as corrupt as the other assholes in the department. Or maybe you were just their little whore. Even though he didn’t know the details, Jason wanted to punish you for thinking you could move on from him.

Not all dark, it was a hopeful side too. A piece of him that believed that you loved him as much as he loved you. That you still would after all these years. That you still would when you learned what became of him. A part of him that believed that maybe once you were reunited, he’d have someone worth living for.

Jason thought back to that promise ring he made you, a shitty knot of sidewalk weeds. You smiled at him brightly and said you’d always be his star. A shining point to guide him in the darkness. A star in the universe to show the possibility of what you and he could be.

He sat up, strengthening his resolve. He would have you. It was written in the stars.

---

“For some reason, I thought you’d order a salad,” you said, before tipping back the long neck of your beer bottle into your mouth. This was your fourth one, having pounded the first three quickly, thinking you didn’t feel a change in headspace. You were wrong.

“Really?” Jason responded, light blue eyes never leaving your mouth. Unlike you, he was still sipping on his second beverage, nursing it as if it was the last beer on earth.

Speaking in a voice more sultry than you intended –you blamed it on the alcohol, “Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

His smile was smug, black hair darkening his eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t tell me that until later on tonight.”

Normally his teasing wouldn’t bother you, used to it from the years you had known him. His words didn’t hold much weight for you then. You didn’t think any boy could ever love you, especially when you towered over them like you did with Jason. But every night you spent together, huddled together for warmth during the cold Gotham winter, he told you. He meant every word too, he’d say.

“Well I told you right now and maybe I’ll tell you later too,” you hinted. Inebriation made you bold.

Unused to this side of you, Jason jumped at the chance, hastily throwing down some bills.

“Your place?”

---

“Home sweet home,” you said, ungracefully dropping your keys and purse by door. Jason picked them up and placed them on the counter after locking the door behind him.

“Home,” you said, turning around to look at him, some stupid smile on your face. You were drunk and you didn’t care about being secretive about your feelings towards the man. “Because you’re here with me.”

You could feel the heat from Jason’s cheeks –or maybe it was yours. “It’s a step up from that shitty youth center with the bunk beds.” You both crinkled your noses in disgust before laughing. Look at how far you had come since then.

Showing him the rest of your place, Jason took note of all the details. Your interior style was everything you wanted back then. He was happy that you got it but jealous that he wasn’t the one who provided it for you.

Once reaching your bedroom, he quickly eyed a set of shiny cuffs.

“Oh, what’s this?”

You stepped in front of him to obscure his view. It didn’t work. He could easily see over you.

“It’s for work,” you said hurriedly. “I’m a captain for the GCPD, ya know. Organized crime and vices.”

“Always thought you’d look hot in a uniform… Wait, what are you doing?”

What were you doing? It was habit for you to strip down to your underwear the moment you got home, the confines of the starch stiff uniform too constricting for your liking.

Normally you’d cover yourself and stammer up an excuse and an apology.  But it was Jason. And it had been so long since you’ve been with anyone and the thought of being with him excited you even more.

“What? You don’t want to cuddle?” You asked, stepping out of your dress and unhooking your bra, leaving you in your panties. They were lacy and showed off your body, chosen in the event that something might happen.

Jason smiled knowingly, “Hm, cuddling under the covers, huh?” He stripped himself down to his underwear.

You felt timid now that you were both under the covers. Jason’s strong arms dragged you across to his side of the bed, pulling you close to his chest. You weren’t sure of whose heart it was, but it was beating loudly and erratically.

“I really missed you, baby,” he said softly into your hair, ending his confession with a kiss.

“Missed you too, Jay,” you said back.

“Wanna feel how much I missed you?” He shifted his hips to grind into yours, something very stiff and girthy rubbing against you.

“Oh.”

Thinking that actions spoke louder than words, you tilted your head up to kiss him. It was open mouthed and wet, the faint flavor of alcohol on both your tongues. It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Hands felt hands and explored other parts of each other’s bodies, palms spread out to touch the most surface area. You and Jason couldn’t say how it started but you ended tangled up in each other’s longing.

Breathless, you both parted, staring into each other’s eyes. Jason moved slowly beneath you, his slow friction making you wet. Your inner thigh was pressed against his member. How could he stay sane when he was so impossibly hard?

Pulling his boxers down, his cock sprung out, giving you a gentle tap on the face due to his size. Jason smirked at your reaction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

It was more of a moan than a compliment as you took him in your mouth. Jason closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of being inside your mouth, rutting along to your pace. He had dreamed of this for so long.

Jason knew he was being a little too rough, a little too forceful. There were tears in your eyes and you gagged against length. But he wanted you to have all of him.

Your fingers tapped against his thighs and he decided to be nice, pulling out of you. There’d be more opportunities for you to practice your technique and he would make sure you practiced.

“You’re rough.” It was neither a compliment nor an accusation.

He didn’t give you an apology. Jason would have been rougher if you let him. He was holding back on the desire to dominate you and take you as he wanted.

“Can we use these?” He asked, referring to the handcuffs from earlier. The keys sat diagonal from the cuffs position. You nodded.

“You were always so tough back then,” he murmured, locking the cuffs with a metallic clink as he pressed your upper back down so your pussy was out on display.

“How does it feel to be so helpless now?”

Growing wet from his words, you bit your lip, unsure of how to express it. It was hot. Being in a position of power at work, you always had to be a hard ass, always had to be a bitch to prove your worth. Being tied up and at the mercy of Jason was a tempting change in pace from the usual power you displayed.

“A part of me wants to see that strength one more time. See that fire in your eyes. But this is good too,” Jason praised, fingertips outlining your southern set of lips against the damp fabric.

“It’s fucking hot seeing you so vulnerable.”

“Jason, please,” you begged, adding on to your helplessness. You wriggled your hips in hopes that it would tempt him. He drew away instead to enjoy the view.

Achingly long, he gave into you, dragging the lace down the length of your legs. He wasted no time with fingering you. From how the gleam of your lips looked in the bedroom light, Jason knew you were wet enough.

“Your cunt looks so pretty with my cock buried deep in it,” he noted. Jason watched as his engorged member sunk deeper in you, the squelches combing with your moans to create something lewd. He pulled out quickly with a wet pop, fingers moving fast to see how much he stretched you.

You heard the rustle of clothes and felt the bed shift as he grabbed something. You wished that he would stop whatever he was doing and continue to fuck you.

Jason snapped a picture with his phone, the mechanical click breaking you from your wants. You turned around, eyes wide.

“Did you just…?”

“What?” He asked innocently. “Didn’t you say that you’d always be my star?”

You felt the heat of embarrassment rise up from your chest and reach to your cheeks, both at the mentioning of your childhood love and the lewdness of your current position. He didn’t mean it in the context of your sweet innocent crush. If Jason posted this on the internet, you’d be his amateur porn star.

“Sorry babe, but I had to record it for the memories. You always knew I was the sentimental type.”

You stayed silent, not in acceptance but in uncertainty. You were drunk and horny. You didn’t want to argue about consent and pictures right now.

Slowly sliding himself back into your warmth, you whimpered at the sensation of being stretched once more. Jason was big and you loved how every inch of him seemed to press into you, creating friction with the slightest movement.

“How does it feel taking all this cock, baby?”

“Good.” You didn’t want to hear him talk, regardless of how deep, raspy and sexy he sounded right now. You just wanted to get fucked.

“Just good? Guess I need to try harder.”

“Gonna let you go now, but you gotta listen to what I say,” he said, keys already in the lock. A part of you didn’t like this new freedom. The thought of being at Jason’s mercy turned you on.

“Get on your back.”

In your new position, he pressed your legs back so that your knees dug into your chest. Jason had better access to you this way. He could go deeper and hit the spots you needed him to.

You squirmed under Jason’s gaze, feeling his focus on your center. It was embarrassing, really, how lewdly he was looking at you, as if you would be the last woman he would ever fuck.

Finally he dipped his cock in, head first only. He watched as his swollen tip prodded at your entrance, there but not quite. You whined in need below him. Jason would give you what you wanted.

“Say it,” he growled through ragged breaths, the snap of his hips erratic deciding to give you the entirety of his length. “Who’s making you feel good?”

“J –jay, it’s uh you,” you stuttered out. Jason was pounding into you roughly and it was difficult to think. It turned Jason on, hearing you stutter and watching as your brows furrowed trying to think. He wanted to fuck you stupid so you could only think of him.

“Play with that cute little clit of yours and tell me who’s gonna make you cum.”

You reached a hand down gingerly, following his command. Your hips jerked with each circle you rubbed your clit in, the sensation blending with Jason’s thrusts.

“You.”

“Wrong answer, baby. Guess you don’t want me to finish you off?”

You wracked your brain trying to think of what he wanted. You noticed he had his phone out again and wondered if he was recording.

“Jason, it’s you,” you said in-between thrust. Jason watched as the force of his pounding made your tits bounce, reaching over to pinch your nipple. You yelped.

“Jason Todd, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” You cried out in the lewdest voice he ever heard.

You bit your lip as you touched your swollen bud more frantically, feeling yourself get closer to the end. Jason noticed it too and his thrusts were shallower but quick, the slap of skin being the only sound. Soon enough, you were seeing stars and shaking in pleasure.

He zoomed in on your face, eyes scrunched up from your tension. Slowly he moved the phone down, a pause on your heaving chest then down to your tender cunt, his cock still stretching you out. Jason pulled out slowly, relishing the image of his cum dripping out of your used pussy.

“I love you, Jason Todd,” you blurted out, eyes heavy now with sleep.

---

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone. You’ve never been fucked to sleep before.

As you popped some ibuprofen to ease your hangover, you slowly got yourself ready for work, being careful not to move too quickly in case you might throw up.

Should you text Jason about last night?

You were a bit worried about what Jason would do with the pictures and videos, praying to any god that would listen that he wouldn’t send them to the GCPD. But he was a good guy and he loved you, so why would he ever do that?

The thought of you in such a compromising position was humiliating and would end your entire career. You couldn’t help that the thoughts kept occupying your mind. Who would ever respect you after seeing you get railed and creampied? After seeing your face while you came?

You definitely wouldn’t be getting that promotion if this was leaked.

But it was far worse than you thought when you turned on the morning news.

The news clip showed a familiar face, his ice blue eyes glinting in the shadows. His dark hair blending in with them. To others he might look like a stranger. But you knew damn well who he was.

“My name is Jason Todd and I’m the Red Hood who’s been cutting into Gotham’s underbelly and showing the GCPD and Batman exactly what’s wrong with their war on crime.”

Fuck.

Turning off the news, you hurried to work. You’d deal with that later. Today you’d finally know if you got the promotion.

---

You were on the verge of crying as Commissioner Gordon told you the news of your promotion. You couldn’t wait to rub it in Mack’s face and pull rank on him whenever you could.

But as joyous as the occasion was, you hesitated knowing you couldn’t share this moment with Jason. He was the Red Hood.

You got a text from him a few minutes later. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence.

Congrats on the promotion, babe. Love you.

It wasn’t.

Another text.

It was the clip where you told him that you loved him a little while after you came. Your legs were still spread and Jason’s cock was still inside you.

It would be a shame though, if Gordon and those pigs you associate with found out about your conflict in interest. Consider this assurance in the event that you squeal.

Sorry, babe, but you’re stuck with me. We’ll see how long I feel like letting you play this stupid game.

You turned off your phone, a sick feeling in your stomach.

Jason loved you, right? He wouldn’t actually send that video to Commissioner Gordon. He loved you. He loved you ever since you were kids. He’d only act in your best interest. He had to.

You felt sick at the realization.

Jason loved you, he really did.

But it wasn’t the sweet innocence of two kids who bonded over their shitty circumstances. It wasn’t the type of love that sought comfort in each other. A love that needed peace. No, it had somehow become the love that glowed under a malevolent star, ruled by a house of possession.

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[apotodiplodocus]

YOU'RE MY IDOL!

Gyutaro X Reader

Chapter 3

This chapter is new and I'm posting it here first! I will be posting this to my AO3 (the same name) tomorrow with a note proving that this is my official account. This chapter is shorter than usual since I'm still on my phone :)

It took a while for the police to finish their barrage of questions and allow you to go. You had been co-operative up until they asked if you knew who had beat the man. At that point you feigned ignorance, claiming he didn't stick around for you to find out. They seemed to believe you and had moved on. You had been lucky and there weren't any cameras at that exit, you weren't sure if you were more pleased that there was nothing to capture your shame or that nothing could record your saviours face.

When Tengen finally managed to get his hands on you, he had checked you over as thoroughly as you'd let him, starting his own interrogation. You were more open with this one, telling him you knew who had helped and would probably be in contact with him soon. Tengen sighs heavily and massages his forehead with one hand.

"And you're sure you're OK? I'd like to get you in with a therapist at least just in case." He insists.

"If you're paying then I'll go but I feel OK, I swear." You laugh in response, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Done!" He shakes your hand, a big smile returning to his face that you're sure would dazzle everyone but you. You smile back and nod.

"Now, please take me home Tengen. I'm exhausted." You wilt jokingly. Tengen starts packing up immediately, his girlfriends jumping in to help. The other girls in the group took their turn giving you comforting hugs and words of reassurance. You accept them all with a grateful smile and leave quietly when everyone is ready. When you're home you have to practically shake Tengen's girlfriend's off you, they had offered to stay with you (minus Tengen) for the night just to keep you company. You politely declined, as much as you appreciated their offer, you really just wanted to be alone. The plan was eat something straight from the fridge have a comforting shower and go straight to bed.

After waving Tengen and the girls off in their car, you practically scurried inside your home. The rest of the night passed peacefully, you did have a little bit of a cry when what happened finally sunk in but otherwise you were calm. What could have happened didn't, thanks to Gyutaro and you would continue to not think about it.

By the time you were out of the shower, you had gotten a few messages, some from Tengen, a couple from your agency and two from an unknown number. Assuming the unknown number was Gyutaro you jumped straight in.

22:37

Hey, this is Gyutaro and Ume, we met you earlier. Just sending this message now so you don't forget us.

22:39

Our IOU I mean.

You smile, it was exciting that he wasn't taking advantage of having your number. You'd had an issue in the past when you had handed out your number to a fan so they could call you with their ill friend. This must have been an attempt to get sympathy though because within an hour you had hundreds of unknown numbers calling and texting you constantly. You think for a moment before typing away.

23:04

Hi Gyutaro! Like I could forget you after tonight, thank you so much for your help. I don't want to think about what could have happened if you weren't there.

I'll save your number so feel free to text me whenever you guys think of something I could do to repay you!

You wonder if you'll talk to Gyutaro at all other than for whatever he chooses. You hadn't made any friends in a while and this was a good opportunity. You did want to get to know Gyutaro and Ume, they seemed interesting and of course Gyutaro had saved you earlier. You feel like you could get hot and bothered thinking about it, feeling your stomach flutter when you remembered how strong he looked. A sharp ping sound from your phone pulls you from your thoughts.

23:06

Yeah, no problem. We'll think about it.

For a moment you watch your phone, the little dots bouncing while he typed, and then they stopped. But then they started again and this continues for 5 minutes until eventually he sends something.

23:11

Goodnight.

You want to kick your feet like a teenager, who spends 5 minutes writing and rewriting "goodnight"? No-one he must have wanted to say something else! This excites you, the siblings were the first people you'd met in a while that treated you like a normal person. Not an idol, not a cash cow, just a usual person they could pass in the street and never remember. But you'd make sure they remembered you now, especially Gyutaro.

Little did you know Gyutaro had his head in his hands, sweating. How would he manage to not talk to you when you gave him your number so readily. He could practically still smell your perfume and that forsaken candle, the smell was enough to torture him.

"But fucking Hell..." Gyutaro thought "Sweet, sweet torture." He almost leaps out of his own skin when he hears his phone buzz, sinful thoughts dissipating immediately.

23:12

Goodnight, Gyutaro <3

Suddenly he feels like he can't breathe. Was the heart necessary? Then again Gyutaro would take the heart any day if it was from you. His sweet idol, the only idol he's ever been even remotely interested in. Gyutaro feels possessive, he wants, wants, wants but doesn't feel he deserves and he's slowly being driven mad. How dare you make him feel this way, so conflicted, but he knows he'd buckle and do anything to be able to talk to you face to face again if you even hinted at the possibility.

He groans and his head buries itself in his hands again. Ume bangs on the wall shrieking for him to quiet down. He doesn't reply shutting his eyes and trying to keep his thoughts clean after all the jumping you'd done. In doing so his thoughts drift to the drunken man and he feels his temper flare up again. What a disgusting freak. Gyutaro would never accept violence against a woman, he may be ugly but at least he wasn't a degenerate freak who would touch a woman against her will. His nails scratch down his face and neck as he tries to keep his cool, eyes clenching shut almost painfully tight as he imagines finishing the man off to call himself down.

When the fury subsides he settles in for the night, not bothering to change out of his clothes.

A week passes with you and Gyutaro occasionally trading greetings and Gyutaro has been racking his brains for what sort of reward he could take. He didn't want to creep you out by asking you for a date but there wasn't anything else he wanted from you, as much as he hated to admit it. He had thought about getting something signed but it would out him as a fan and just the thought made him feel like his bone marrow was being sucked out.

Eventually, he talks to Ume about it, she was more imaginative than he was so he hoped she might have an idea. Ume had long gotten it into her head that she wanted to set you up together so she leapt at the chance.

"What groundwork do you have?" She questions, not even looking up from painting her nails.

"Groundwork?" Gyutaro parrots back.

"Yeah, you know what have you guys spoken about?"

"Not that it's any of your business but nothing much, just some good morning and good night texts really." He shrugs as nonchalantly as he can, pretending like he doesn't feel flustered whenever you send a message first.

"Well, brother of mine, it became my business the second you asked me. Now she me the messages." She finally looks up and leans closer to him on the couch to look at his phone. He huffs and puffs but relents. Just as he is about to scroll up, Ume quickly taps the call button, careful of her drying nails.

If panic had an image it would be Gyutaro in that moment. He seems unsure of what to do and freezes, mind flickering between ending the call or dying spontaneously. The phone rings four times before you pick up and greet him cheerfully.

"Hey! Gyutaro, what's up?" Your bright voice is enough to send a chill down his spine but he just gulps. Ume rolls her eyes.

"Hi, Y/N! I'm here too! We're calling about the IOU." She chimes back.

"Ume, hi! Yeah, no problem have you guys figured something out?"

"Yes! We'd like to go to that new amusement Park." Ume replies as if they had discussed this. Gyutaro hates amusement park, too many happy families with better lives than him and Ume.

"Ooh, that sounds fun! Yeah, I can get tickets for you both." Gyutaro can picture your smile over the phone. He goes to interject that he doesn't want it, if you don't go then what's the point?

"We were actually thinking you could come and hang out with us? It would be so fun to talk to you again." Ume pleads and the puzzle pieces slot into place for Gyutaro, this had been her plan. While Ume wasn't the smartest at most things when it came to anything related to romance she seemed to have a natural knack for it.

"Oh! Yes! That would be so fun, I'm free on Saturday?" Hearing how eager you are Gyutaro suddenly doesn't mind the idea of the amusement park. He clears his throat.

"So are we, we'll see you there then." He responds before Ume can.

"Yes! I can't wait!" You exclaim and begin chattering away about some details, clearly already looking into the amusement park, suggesting a time and place to meet up.

With plans made the phone call ends and Gyutaro wraps Ume in a bear hug much to her chagrin, complaining about her hair and outfit being ruined. He doesn't even care that he seems almost giddy, figuring she'd already noticed his attraction to you. He slinks back to his room after teasing her some more and blasts some of his favourite music to celebrate.

#demon slayer x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #reader insert #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #human au #idol au

[whyitfucks]

Why it Fucks: City of Mist's Themebooks

lateral character progression rules!

For those who don't know:

City of Mist is a 2017 Powered by the Apocalypse game from Son of Oak Games. Described as "set in a modern city where legends are real people. Heroes, tricksters, and monsters are reborn inside ordinary people, regular Joes and Janes, who gain supernatural powers connected to their legendary alter-egos."

The game focuses on telling stories that merge the fantastical with the grounded. Okay, if not grounded "lower altitude". It's the structure that you'd find any on detective/police/superhero procedural on TV. A detective game, even if those detectives are also embodiments of legends like Red Riding Hood or the Goddess Artemis.

One of the delightful things about it, and the reason behind this post. Is its use of what it calls themebooks. Every character at any given time is host to 4 themebooks. These can be powers tied to the myth you represent (Mythos) or some part of your mundane life (Logos). A Thor based character could have a "Relic" mythos for his hammer, and a "Defining Relationship" Logos with his old dad he cares for. They provide benefits to rolls when needed, have unique weaknesses and so on. Most importantly they have a mystery (for the mythos) and identity (for the logos) that tell us why we care or give little hooks. These themes get discarded and picked up throughout the game as you use them. Letting characters change without worrying about balancing difficulty.

As an example, let's look at one of the characters from the quick start, Salamander, tied to the myth of, well, the Salamander

One of his 4 playbooks is based on his job as a city water worker. We can see it has the identity "I need my job to survive" this tells us why it's important to him. I won't go in to much of the rest about power tags and such, instead looking back up to Attention and Crack.

Attention is like an XP track for that aspect of your character. There are a couple ways of gaining it like invoking your weakness tag for a penalty for example. You evolve it, expanding out the power/importance of the theme.

Whenever you take an action that goes against or would cause conflict with one of your themes it takes on a crack. Maybe Salamander has to leave his shift to go fight some bad guys, angering his boss. When the crack track is full, Salamander will lose that theme and trade it for another. Broadly, the themebook creation rules are written very generously. You can come in with a loose concept and they'll help you solidify it into something usable

Why It Fucks:

SO. What we have here are characters with 4 individual aspects that serve as side plots, mysteries or recurring beats that each have two directions they can go to (focus or conflict) that are, for the most part, entirely player directed as to which way they're going. Some MCs might twist arms for hard choices but at the right table that's just good drama baby.

This is a game that frequently references television procedurals or detective stories as big touch stones. What they've done here is empower not only the MC but the players to thread together their episodic adventures in a way that can also reflect consequence without making that player less "powerful" in game terms. Facilitating really dramatic change.

City of Mist is a game I'm quite fond of, it has it's issues but design like this is why I want to start writing these posts. Whatever I think about the game, this single little bit is SO! juicy to me.

#ttrpg #ttrpg design #rpg design #whyitfucks #son of oak #son of oak games #city of mist

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Falling into You- Enji X Fem! Reader Part 2

A/N: LOOK I LOVE HAWKS SO MUCH DON'T COME AT ME ABOUT HIM. THAT IS ALL

 Warnings: None, just fluff

 Of course, immediately after the incident at the event, the news and paparazzi were all over the two of you being a couple, and while he neither confirmed nor denied any allegations of you two being together, others seemed more than happy to oblige in that matter. Hawks, he annoyed you to death, and would always suggest whenever he was around Enji that the two of you were closer than you would ever admit. This bothered you immensely whenever the two of you happened to be in close proximity to one another. Hawks would always wiggle his eyebrows at you, certain he knew there was something between you and Enji but wanted the confirmation he was looking for.

“Hey, Kid, your boyfriend is over there talking to the Police Chief.” Hawks gave you his signature big smile. You ignored him as best as you could. You weren’t really there to see Enji this time, but to give the Police Chief some details about a villain case you worked on. You didn’t mind seeing Enji though. As you studied his face, you could tell whatever he was discussing was a very serious matter. 

“You know staring isn’t very polite.” Hawks whispered into your ear. His proximity to you set you on edge, and you turned to punch him in the face. You barely missed. Hawks smiled with satisfaction knowing that he could fluster you. 

“Don’t you have his son to pester?” You bit back. God Hawks was awful. He just smiled at you as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. You got ready to head over to the police chief. As you got ready to cross the street to see the police chief, Enji turned in your direction. A small smile lined his lips, it was barely visible but it was there. Your heart immediately started beating faster, and you could feel your face warming as you walked closer.

“Thank you, Endeavor.” The police chief finished his conversation as you walked up, and bowed to Enji. He turned his attention to you, and you filled him in on a few details. As you were talking to the Police chief, you couldn’t help but notice that Enji was still hanging around. You notice when he crossed the street to talk to Hawks. He was more or less listening to Hawks go on and on about something probably stupid and dramatic. ‘What a dumb dramatic bird’ you thought, as a feeling of anger came over you. ‘Enji doesn’t even really think of Hawks as a hero,’ you told yourself. You quickly finished up with the chief and walked over to Enji. The closer you walked over to him, the angrier you got with Hawks taking up his time.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” You were seething with rage and spoke too harshly. Hawks’ eyes widened in surprise at your sudden outburst, and then his face fell.

“Oh, I guess I do.” Hawks spoke flatly, without emotion, and left immediately. You didn’t care if his feelings were hurt or not. You didn’t have time to waste on people who didn’t matter to you. Enji didn’t say a word about the exchange he just witnessed, but you followed him as he walked toward his agency. You were too busy mulling over the reason for your inexplicable anger to notice where you were even headed. When you arrived at his agency you were roused out of the argument you were having in your mind by the ding of the elevator. When you realized where you were, you thanked Enji.

“Sorry, I have to go patrol.” You told him quickly and turned to leave. He grabbed your hand as you tried to leave, pressed his lips into your palm for a few seconds, and let go.  For the second time in your life, you felt like you were ready to pass out. 

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[fakesurprise]

The Interview

The thing is, stories only lie. You grow up hearing them, and they’re lies. Even when you’re ordered to believe them, that doesn’t make them true. Everyone said: you do not go after this one. You do not interfere in his affairs. Do. Nothing.

But the town of Bellvine treated us like kings. Like gods. We got the shit done that the police couldn’t. We did the things the gangs couldn’t. Yeah, we were scary. But we’d earned that fear. We’re made it a weapon. We kept problems away because our bite beat any bark. Because we did whatever we had to, and we kept our town safe.

Try to bring in a Wal-Mart? First your pets go missing. Maybe a friend or two. A few accidents. A wrecked vehicle. Keep pushing, and pretty soon your family is begging you to stop because it turns out that a megastore isn’t the same as having all your limbs. Funny, that. Amazing how little profits start mattering when things get physical and real. Once a suit stops insulating you from the world you learn the lessons the world teaches.

Some of them fight back. Most of the assholes know to run. We’re not good people, but we kept the town safe so that other people could be good. We did the necessary evils, so that no one else had to. We drew the lines in the sand. We burned down homes, salted lawns, and sacrificed our own before anyone else. Then he arrived.

He didn’t have a suit. He wasn’t much of anything. A background character in a drab world, fitting right in to crowds and dull offices. Only Bellvine changed. He walked and things changed. People got something in their step. Things shifted. Balances. Beliefs. The other minor gangs melted away. Even our signs vanished from the shops we protected, and no one knew how. A few people realized it was him. They’re not here anymore.

There are arrangements. Alliances. Intel. So we asked, and were told: he’s called Honcho, sometimes. He has other names. He’s a wandering magician. You do not mess with him. These weren’t requests, but orders. Magicians we’d heard of; the world isn’t so big that secrets aren’t known to people who get things done. But we didn’t take orders, and he was just a person. Even so; first vehicle stalled. Second missed. He didn’t even notice the third that tried to run him down.

The fourth one took, because it was dropped on him. A woman with him shoved him, but not far enough. Somehow, she didn’t get hit and he was alive and aware, shaking his head to clear it. Lucky sonofa – but luck only goes so far, when everyone else has clubs. Took longer than it should have to beat him unconscious. The woman was easier. She tried to intimidate us, and that doesn’t work. Not in Bellvine.

We shoved them into holding cells under the old refinery. (It went bankrupt before our time: we would have kept it going.) The doc gave them drugs, and I was having a beer while Daryl and Karen and Li kept watch. That’s the thing about power: you only have it so long as you keep fighting for it. But you become more than a ‘gang’ when you learn what you’re really fighting for. Friends. Family. The town. Only thing that matters is what you live for. Because that’s the thing you’d die for. Simple as. We kept the town safe, and we kept it whole.

I was considering whether to ask to see my kid. Wife is still scared of me, said this was the ‘wrong crowd’ and she didn’t know me anymore. Judge said I can see my kid whenever I want: the judges know what’s best for everyone. Well. They learn to. Unless they want their bread buttered with pain. But I was waiting for her to understand. I think that’s why I saw him first.

The kid was eleven. Barefoot, with bright pink jeans, a rope belt, Hawaiian top and a frilly hat. I saw him, blinked. And I figured he was with the magician and his weird friend who thought she was scary, because his clothing was sensible a moment later: dark jeans, t-shirt. Still barefoot as he walked towards me.

“Can I help you?” I said, in my best, ‘get lost or else’ tone. Never let them see you are scared.

“I don’t think so. Charlie and Honcho are here, and they should be at the hotel. But the hotel exploded in an oops, and I’d like to know why?”

“Kid. You’re in a story you want no part of. Go away, get back to your family, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”

I don’t know if the kid even heard me. His head was cocked to the side oddly, as if listening to someone else. “You people hurt Honcho.”

He didn’t move, but every instinct screamed at me to run. “East door, hostile,” I screamed instead.

Because Karen was on the roof, and she’d never made it into the army but they’d have wept with joy if she had. The kid stumbled. Blinked.

“Wow! Your bullets really want to shoot me,” he said, and dropped four from his right hand. His face shifted, and he blinked again, face oddly blank. “Nope. Not doing that.”

And he walked toward me, slowly. Li came around the corner and she had her knives out. I’d seen those make government agents bleed, and the boy just caught one, almost absently.

“Oh! I get it now. You think you’re strong.” And he walked forward, still slow. Casual. Li threw another blade, digging out a gun. I was frozen in shock. I’d never been frozen in shock in my life: I’d seen some shit, and done a fair bit more. It’s why I was in when so many others were out.

But something about the boy’s face scared me. Like he was angry, but not in any way I could understand. Like he should have looked like something, and was trying not to and it made no sense at all.

He snapped his fingers, and I heard Karen make a noise I’d never heard from any throat.

I looked up. The sky wasn’t. For a moment it was – there was something other where the sky should be, and it took Karen someplace that wasn’t a place at all. Li went to run, and hit the ground with a moan, twitching as if something heavy has fallen on her. It sounded like a car, but there wasn’t one near her.

I think Daryl tried to run, but I don’t know.

The boy turned to me. “You have keys, so you can open the door and take me to Charlie and Honcho.”

I reached down the front of my pocket, for the gun beside my keys, and came out with the keys. I didn’t mean to, but I did.

I opened the door, and the boy followed me down the stairs. I knew the way in the dark: I don’t think he even noticed it was dark.

I opened the cell with the woman in it. She stood up, staring at the boy behind me. “Jay?”

“You were hurt. So I am here to help,” the boy said, precise and distinct.

“Okay,” the woman said, and she walked past me. I didn’t mean to let her. She didn’t do anything weird, but she was past me and beside the boy, not quite touching him.

I moved to the next cell, and this one the woman opened with a quick, harsh gesture. Doing a thing, tight and controlled.

The ‘magician’ was inside. I hadn’t brought him down. I didn’t know who had. But he’d been bound to a wall, and there was blood, and it looked like a room from a bad video game, with weird symbols on the walls and body.

The boy stepped forward. Stopped. “They put him outside his body, and if we disrupt it –.”

The boy turned to me, then. His expression was terrifyingly calm. “You’re going to use the keys, unchain the wandering magician and bring him into this hallway.”

“The Bellvine Ravagers don’t –.”

“You do many things. I see that, right now. You hurt many people, trying to pretend it’s not hurt. Thinking strength like that makes you powerful, because other people bow to you. And then you use it on people who can’t harm you, and think that makes you stronger still. No one is made better by being made weak, but that is all you and yours have done. You could win hearts, but instead you glory in breaking spirits.”

The woman was still beside the boy, her eyes wide. Gaze focused on him, and not on the magician.

“The thing about power,” the boy said, softer, “is that those who wield it suffer from it, even as their victims do. And so many try and find ways around that. But that is a concern for those who use power. Not for those who are power.”

“Jay –.”

“You are going to free Honcho and bring him into the hallway, or you won’t see your family again because they will have never been,” the boy said. “But you will still remember them even if they’re not. I don’t want to be the kind of being that does that. So please do this?”

And I did it. I got the magician out, and the magician blinked and stood a moment later, unhurt and unharmed.

“Jay,” he said, soft too.

“I’m not quite Jay right now,” the boy said.

“You aged a week,” the woman said, and her calm was barbed wire.

“Oh!” The boy blinked, and somehow was just a boy of eleven again and just that.

“Did I grow?” he asked in an excited tone.

“In some way we’d rather you didn’t,” the woman said. “We can discuss it at the hotel when you fix it?”

“I can do that!” The boy vanished with the woman.

The man turned to me.

“How long have you known Jay?” he asked. There was no calm: his voice was a demand.

“Four minutes and twelve seconds,” came out of me against my will.

“And in all that time, you never saw Jay smile.” He stepped back. “There is nothing even I can do to you that is as terrible as that truth, and I want to hurt you very much right now for hurting Jay.”

I think he was going to say other things, but the shadows became a door and he walked into them without looking back at me.

I don’t know what happened to the rest of the Ravagers. I’ve never heard of you Black Chamber people. No one stopped me from leaving the town. No one – no one stops me from doing anything, but it never seems to matter. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what that boy was.

I don’t know what he didn’t do.

I haven’t gone home. I’m not sure I have anything like that anymore.

#writing #prose #magician series

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hi! How about a headcannon where everyone knows not to touch Chen Yuzhi or you're a dead man. All criminals know, if you don't want to die, don't look in Dr. Chen's direction. Yuzhi is difficult to kidnap, he knows how to fight well / with a policeman husband, and friends from the triad, you will be able to do everything/ But those who succeed do not live long. When the new gang caught Yuzhi and beat him up for not wanting to cooperate and for the fractures and bruises that the doctor left them during the abduction, they were sure that Jian Yuelou would take the hint and would not contact them. Only they miscalculated. The gang leader heard the phrase from a local bandit: "Chen Yuzhi is not a weakness of Jian Yuelou. He's his stopcock, the only one who can stop him. And you hurt him. Jian Yuelou will come for you and the whole city too. My advice to you, get out of town. If you can, of course." he added with a sneer. But the leader did not listen to the advice. And these idiots saw the appearance of the Jingchen Demon. Yuelou's rage knew no bounds. When the leader shouts for Jian Yuelou to be stopped, he hears from Yu Tangchun, who snuck in from the back door: "The only one who could stop him is now in a coma. You attacked the wrong person." I want the anger of the local gangs who respected Dr. Chen and came to the aid of Yuelou. I want Yuzhi's sarcastic answers to the demands of the gang leader. Yu Tangchun pulls out his daggers after learning about the attack on his friend. I wrote a lot again 🙈😅

*practically vibrates out of my skin* Oh, this is going to be delicious

This is going to be quite long, so it's going under the cut. Also, apologies for making you wait so long!

Jing City had two rules: 1) never sell opium and 2) never, under any circumstances, belittle, upset, talk down to, kidnap, torture, insult, accuse, attack, etc.…Dr. Chen Yuzhi

Now the first rule made sense but the second rule…to anyone who was new to Jing City, the rule seemed a little ridiculous, until it was explained to them

You see, Dr. Chen Yuzhi was the city’s most beloved and respected doctor, who treated everyone as an equal, even the gangsters

He was also Commissioner Jiang Yuelou’s husband, who was rather possessive of the young doctor and tended to…lose his temper whenever he thought that Chen Yuzhi was upset or hurt or whatever

All of the gangs in Jing City knew by now not to mess with Chen Yuzhi, lest they wanted Jiang Yuelou showing up at their doorstep like a feral beast ready to tear out their throats

And, to prevent any newer gangs from making the mistake of setting Jiang Yuelou off, they warned them about what was allowed to be done in Jing City

Most newer gangs listened, because they had heard of Jiang Yuelou and his temper and what he did to gangs who didn’t listen, but there was one gang who, when told about what not to do, scoffed at the idea that some police chief could hurt them if they messed with this doctor or whatever

Of course, the gangs warned them but the new gang didn’t care; they were going to rule Jing City and no “Commissioner Jiang” was going to stop them

It was a normal, quiet morning as Chen Yuzhi headed to work, humming softly as the cool fall air caressed his face

When he finally reached his clinic, he reached out and grabbed the padlock, about to unlock it when a throat cleared behind him, making him look over his shoulder to see a group of men standing before him

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“You Dr. Chen Yuzhi?”

Chen Yuzhi nodded slowly

“Yes…”

One of the men smiled

“Great.  The boss wants to meet you”

Chen Yuzhi frowned, just as the man surged forward and shoved a cloth in his face, causing his eyes to widen before they fluttered and he collapsed, his kit crashing to the ground as the men quickly rushed forward and caught him

Once he was unconscious, the men looked around before they carried him off, not realizing that a group of street children had seen the entire exchange

The group of children then looked at each other before they split up, half of them going after the men that kidnapped Chen Yuzhi while the other half went to go tell Jiang Yuelou had happened

When Chen Yuzhi woke up a little while later, he found himself tied to a chair in the middle of a warehouse, causing him to sigh heavily; it was far too early in the day to be kidnapped already

“So…you’re Dr. Chen”

Chen Yuzhi looked up to see a man slowly walking towards him, a sly smile on his face

“Yes?  And you are?”

The man smirked

“Your new business partner”

Chen Yuzhi frowned

“Excuse me?”

The man smiled

“You see, I created a variant of opium and I…need a distributor.  That’s where you come in, Dr. Chen”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in shock before he shook his head

“Absolutely not!  I will not help you distribute drugs!”

The man tsked and shook his head as he held out his hand, one of his lackies quickly placing a pill into in

“That’s because you haven’t tried it yet.  Once you try it, you’ll want to distribute it.  Here”

He then took a step forward and reached out, grabbing Chen Yuzhi’s face in his hand before he took the pill and shoved it between Chen Yuzhi’s tightly pursed lips, smiling as he took a step back

“See?  Ain’t it pretty good?”

Chen Yuzhi was quiet before he looked him in the eyes and spat the pill back in his face, the man flinching as the pill hit him in the face before he growled and clenched his hand into a fist

“Why you—”

He then swung and punched Chen Yuzhi in the face, snapping his head to the side

“You bitch!  Don’t you know each pill is expensive?!  You just wasted product!”

He then punched Chen Yuzhi again, causing Chen Yuzhi to gasp in pain and the other members of the gang to look at their leader with hesitation

“Uh…boss…do you really think you should be doing that?  I mean…you heard what those other gangs and triads said about hurting him—”

“I don’t give a SHIT about that Commissioner Jiang or the fucking rules…this doctor disrespected me…and disrespect must be dealt with”

He then began to beat Chen Yuzhi almost senseless, Chen Yuzhi’s pained cries echoing throughout the empty warehouse

While he was beating Chen Yuzhi almost to death, back in the city, at the police station, Jiang Yuelou was sitting at his desk, going over reports, when an officer stepped into his office

“Commissioner”

Jiang Yuelou looked up at him and raised an eyebrow

“What is it?”

“You have a visitor sir”

Jiang Yuelou frowned before he waved his hand

“Send them in”

The officer nodded before he turned and stepped out of the room, one of the street children stepping in a moment later

“Commissioner”

Jiang Yuelou looked at them in surprise

“What are you doing here?”

“Dr. Chen was kidnapped”

Jiang Yuelou blinked, almost as if the words didn’t register

“What?”

The child looked at him calmly

“Dr. Chen was kidnapped”

When the words finally registered, Jiang Yuelou’s eyes widened and he shot to his feet, slamming his hands on his desk

“WHAT?!”

At the loud noise, the child flinched causing Jiang Yuelou to wince slightly before he took a deep breath and looked at them

“Who?  Who took him?”

The child shook their head

“I’ve never seen them before; they’re not familiar to us”

Jiang Yuelou hummed

“So a new gang then?”

The child nodded

“We think so”

Jiang Yuelou growled softly before he looked them in the eyes

“Do you know where he was taken?”

The child shook their head

“No, but a few of us followed after them.  When they come back, they should tell us”

Jiang Yuelou nodded slowly, just as a child rushed into the office, looking at Jiang Yuelou with wide eyes

“Commissioner”

“Did you find them?”

The child nodded

“Yes, but we need to hurry.  They’re hurting Dr. Chen”

Jiang Yuelou’s eyes widened before he looked at the doors of his office

“SONG RONG!  SUN YONGREN!  JIN DACHENG!”

At their names, Jiang Yuelou’s three subordinates, Vice-Commissioner Jin Dacheng, and Chiefs Song Rong and Sun Yongren rushed into the room, their eyes wide

“Yes Commissioner?”

“Chen Yuzhi has been kidnapped and we need to act fast”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren nodded as Jiang Yuelou pointed to the child that had just entered the room

“Jin Dacheng, allow this child to ride in your car.  He knows the way to where Chen Yuzhi is being held”

Jin Dacheng nodded before he looked down at the child

“This way”

The child nodded and quickly followed after him as Jiang Yuelou looked at Song Rong and Sun Yongren

“Let’s go”

The two men nodded and quickly rushed out of the room as Jiang Yuelou walked around his desk, making to follow when he paused and looked down at the child who had reported Chen Yuzhi’s kidnapping

“Find out who kidnapped Chen Yuzhi.  Use your connections, talk to the other gangs.  I want a name”

The child nodded and quickly rushed out of the office as Jiang Yuelou followed behind, fire in his eyes

Someone was going to die

Back at the warehouse, the gang leader was still whaling on Chen Yuzhi until he finally punched the young doctor so hard that he caused him and the chair to crash to the ground, Chen Yuzhi limp in his bindings

As soon as he hit the ground, the subordinates looked at their leader nervously

“Boss did you…did you kill him?”

The gang leader said nothing before he looked over at them

“Let’s get out of here”

His subordinates looked at him in shock before they nodded, all of them quickly running out of the warehouse, leaving Chen Yuzhi behind, not even realizing that one of the street children that had stayed behind when the other child ran off to alert Jiang Yuelou was following after them

While they were running away, a moment or two later, Jiang Yuelou and the others arrived, all of them bursting into the warehouse before they looked around, Jin Dacheng immediately noticing Chen Yuzhi on the ground

“Jiang Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou looked over at him before he looked towards where he was pointing, his eyes widening at the sight of Chen Yuzhi on the ground and tied to the chair

“Yuzhi!”

He then ran over to Chen Yuzhi and knelt before him, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach at the sight of the bruises covering his face

“Yuzhi”

He then noticed that his chest wasn’t rising and falling, causing a cold chill to run through him before he reached out and placed his fingers to Chen Yuzhi’s pulse-point, silently praying that there was one

Thankfully he felt a pulse, causing him to let out a heavy sigh of relief before he looked up at Song Rong

“Song Rong, give me your knife”

Song Rong nodded and quickly walked over to him, handing him his knife that he always kept on him

Jiang Yuelou then took the knife and cut the bonds keeping Chen Yuzhi tied to the chair, handing Song Rong back the knife before he reached out and pulled Chen Yuzhi into his arms, carefully holding him close as he slowly pushed himself to his feet

“Let’s get him to a hospital”

After leaving the warehouse, Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, Sun Yongren, and Jin Dacheng headed to the hospital, Jiang Yuelou passing off Chen Yuzhi to the waiting staff

While Chen Yuzhi was rushed to the ER to make sure that the beating he had sustained hadn’t broken anything serious and that he didn’t have any internal bleeding or ruptured organs, Jiang Yuelou paced outside in the waiting room, his entire body taut like a tiger pacing its cage

He didn’t know who kidnapped his husband and tortured him and he didn’t know why…but he was going to find them…

And he was going to tear them limb from limb

As he paced, Song Rong, Sun Yongren, and Jin Dacheng stood nearby, keeping an eye on him, since they knew that he was close to snapping

A little while later, the doctor came out and walked over to them, making the four men look at him

“Doctor.  How is he?”

The doctor was quiet and glanced over at Song Rong, Sun Yongren, and Jin Dacheng before he looked at Jiang Yuelou

“Your husband is very lucky to be alive, Commissioner.  He was beaten within an inch of his life.  He’s currently in critical condition and is unconscious…if he wakes up, it’ll be a miracle”

Jiang Yuelou was quiet before he nodded slowly

“Thank you.  Can I see him?”

The doctor nodded

“It won’t be a pretty sight, but you can”

Jiang Yuelou nodded and made to follow the doctor when he paused and looked over at Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren

“Go back to the warehouse and search it.  There’s got to be something there that will lead us to whoever kidnapped and beat Chen Yuzhi”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren nodded before they turned and headed out of the hospital, heading back to the warehouse

While they were heading to the warehouse, Jiang Yuelou followed the doctor to Chen Yuzhi’s room, the doctor dipping his head to him before he walked away, giving him privacy

Once he had left, Jiang Yuelou took a deep, shuddering breath before he reached out and slid open the hospital room door, stepping inside before he quietly closed the door behind him and made his way over to Chen Yuzhi’s bed, stopping at the foot of it

He looked at Chen Yuzhi for a moment, at his bruised and battered body and the tubes that were sticking out of it, and let out another shuddering breath before he slowly walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, reaching out to gently take Chen Yuzhi’s hand in his

“I’m sorry, my love.  I’m so sorry”

He then fell silent and just sat there, gently holding Chen Yuzhi’s hand in his, the only sound in the room the sound of the heart monitor steadily beeping

As he sat there in silence, just holding his beloved’s hand, the door to the room quietly slid open before a man slipped inside and walked over to him

“Zhan-xiong”

The man smirked

“Nothing gets past you, Jiang-xiong”

Jiang Yuelou glanced over at the man

“You’re back from Hong Kong”

The man, Zhan Junbai, hummed softly

“I heard what happened to Dr. Chen.  I figured you could use my help”

Jiang Yuelou turned to look at him

“You know Jinma Hall no longer exists, right?”

Zhan Junbai smiled

“I know.  But I’m still San Ye and I still have ties to the criminal underground”

Jiang Yuelou hummed

“Think you can use your connections and figure out who did this?”

Zhan Junbai nodded

“I’ll ask Fu Cheng too.  Gang leaders like to unwind in opera houses…he might be able to ask around”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Thank you”

Zhan Junbai nodded before he looked at Chen Yuzhi

“How is he?”

Jiang Yuelou shook his head

“Not good…”

He then looked up at Zhan Junbai with glassy eyes

“They almost beat him to death, Zhan-xiong”

Zhan Junbai was quiet before he stepped forward and reached out, gently grasping him by the shoulder

“We will find them, Jiang-xiong.  I promise you”

Jiang Yuelou nodded weakly as Zhan Junbai moved his hand from his shoulder to his neck, giving it a comforting squeeze before he looked at him

“You should get some rest”

Jiang Yuelou shook his head

“I can’t leave him.  I can’t”

Zhan Junbai nodded

“I understand.  But make sure you rest and eat at some point.  Dr. Chen wouldn’t want you to waste away at his bedside.  You know that”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“I know…I know.  And I will.  But just…not now”

Zhan Junbai nodded

“Of course”

He then gave his neck another comforting squeeze before he turned and slipped out of the room, leaving Jiang Yuelou alone again

While Jiang Yuelou was sitting at Chen Yuzhi’s bedside, back at the warehouse, Song Rong, Jin Dacheng, and Sun Yongren were looking around, searching for any clue they could find that could tie them to the kidnappers

As they looked around, Sun Yongren noticed something, causing him to kneel down before his eyes widened and he looked over at the others

“Hey, look at this”

Jin Dacheng and Song Rong looked over at him before they walked over and knelt down beside him

“What?”

Sun Yongren pointed to a white-looking pill on the ground

“A pill”

Jin Dacheng frowned

“You think it belonged to Dr. Chen?”

Song Rong shook his head

“It’s not the shape of the pills he usually uses or prescribes”

Sun Yongren then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves, quickly slipping them on before he reached out and picked up the pill, looking at it

“We should probably take it to a chemist and have them examine it”

Song Rong frowned

“But the only person who we use as our “chemist” is Dr. Chen…and he’s in the hospital.  In critical condition”

Jin Dacheng huffed

“Well there’s gotta be someone in this fucking city who can test this fucking pill”

“There’s no need to test it.  It’s opium”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren turned, their eyes widening in shock

“Executive Zhan”

They then quickly pushed themselves to their feet as Zhan Junbai slowly walked over to them and stood before them

“What are you doing here?”

“Assisting with this case”

He then held out his hand

“May I?”

Sun Yongren looked at his bare hand, just as Jin Dacheng reached into his pocket and pulled out a glove, handing it to him

“Put this on first”

Zhan Junbai huffed softly before he took the glove and slipped it on, Sun Yongren placing the pill in it a moment later

He then took the pill and held it up, studying it for a moment before he nodded

“I was right.  It’s opium”

Jin Dacheng looked at him in shock

“You can tell just by looking at it?!”

Zhan Junbai chuckled softly

“Vice-Commissioner Jin, it seems you forget that I was once the biggest supplier and distributor of opium in Jing City.  Yes I can tell just by looking at it”

Song Rong then shook his head

“How is there opium in Jing City?  The commissioner eradicated it after the fall of Jinma Hall and he made the rules!  The gangs know better!”

Zhan Junbai hummed

“Yes, they do.  But there’s been whispers in the underground of a new gang that has decided to ignore the rules…which would explain Chen Yuzhi’s kidnapping”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren looked at him in confusion

“I don’t understand”

Zhan Junbai motioned to the pill

“If this pill has been produced/manufactured, then they need a distributor.  It’s hard to do it on the street, because many gangs know better, but if the gang has a distributor like Chen Yuzhi, who can disguise the pills as medication, it’ll be rather easy to completely addict the entire city”

Song Rong nodded slowly

“And I’m guessing that Chen Yuzhi refused, and they beat him nearly to death because of it?”

Zhan Junbai nodded

“Exactly”

Jin Dacheng crossed his arms

“And do you have any idea who this gang is?”

Zhan Junbai shook his head

“My spies are still searching.  But it won’t be long before we have a name”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren nodded as Zhan Junbai handed them back the pill

“You should go report that to Jiang Yuelou”

He then turned and headed out of the warehouse, Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren staring after him before Jin Dacheng huffed

“You heard the man; let’s go talk to Jiang Yuelou”

A little while later, Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren stepped into Chen Yuzhi’s hospital room, all of the men’s eyes widening at the sight of the young doctor lying in the hospital bed before Sun Yongren cleared his throat

“Boss”

Jiang Yuelou glanced over at them and raised an eyebrow

“Got something?”

Sun Yongren nodded before he stepped forward and held out his hand, the pill in the middle of his palm

“We found this in the warehouse”

Jiang Yuelou looked at the pill and frowned

“What is that?”

Jin Dacheng crossed his arms

“According to Zhan Junbai, opium”

Jiang Yuelou looked up at him with wide eyes

“What?”

Song Rong nodded

“He said that it be the motive for why Dr. Chen was kidnapped and beaten.  This gang created opium and needed someone to distribute it because they knew trying to get the other gangs to buy and distribute would be impossible because of the rule.  So they kidnapped Dr. Chen and tried to recruit him, but he rejected them”

Jiang Yuelou hummed and nodded slowly but Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren immediately noticed the way his body began to tremble with barely concealed rage

“So they beat him, is that it?”

Song Rong, Sun Yongren, and Jin Dacheng nodded

“Yes sir”

Jiang Yuelou nodded slowly again before he looked at them

“Do we have a name?”

Song Rong shook his head

“No sir.  Not yet”

Jiang Yuelou nodded before he waved them away

“Don’t disturb me until you have a name and a location”

Jin Dacheng, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren nodded before they turned and headed out of the hospital room, Jiang Yuelou waiting until the door closed before he looked back at Chen Yuzhi, whose eyes were still closed

“Don’t worry, A-Zhi.  I will punish those that hurt you.  That’s a promise”

Over the next few days, while Jiang Yuelou remained by Chen Yuzhi’s side to keep an eye on him and his condition, his subordinates, his spies, Zhan Junbai, Yu Tangchun, and their spies worked tirelessly to figure out just which gang had broken Jing City’s two most important rules

Then one day, as Jiang Yuelou was quietly sitting at Chen Yuzhi’s bedside, the door to the room slid open, Zhan Junbai and one of the street children stepping inside

“Jiang-xiong”

Jiang Yuelou looked up at them and raised an eyebrow

“Yes?”

Zhan Junbai, however, didn’t answer, and just looked at him, causing his eyes to widen before he pushed himself to his feet

“Where”

Zhan Junbai motioned to the child, making Jiang Yuelou look at them

“Can you take us to them?”

The child nodded, Jiang Yuelou nodding in reply before he looked at Zhan Junbai

“Let’s go”

Zhan Junbai nodded before they turned and headed out of the hospital room, Jiang Yuelou pausing to look one last time at Chen Yuzhi before he continued after the child and Zhan Junbai out of the hospital, only to stop in shock at the sight of nearly every gang and triad in Jing City standing before him

“What…what is this?”

One of the gang leaders smiled

“We heard what happened to Dr. Chen…and we’re here to offer our support, Commissioner Jiang”

Jiang Yuelou huffed

“How do you know what I’m going to do?”

A triad leader laughed

“Because we know you, Commissioner Jiang.  Dr. Chen was hurt which means that the poor soul has no idea what’s in store for them”

Jiang Yuelou looked at all of them and smiled slightly before the smile fell and a dark look entered his face

“Let’s go then”

He then stepped forward, the gangs quickly parting like the red sea for Moses as he made his way through the streets of Jing City, the gangs falling into step behind him

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of town, the gang that had kidnapped and attacked Chen Yuzhi were busy working on creating more opium, not even realizing that a literal wave of death was making its way towards them

As they worked on process the opium, one of the subordinates looked over at their boss

“Boss…aren’t you worried about Jiang Yuelou coming after us?  We did kidnap and attack Dr. Chen”

The leader scoffed

“If he hasn’t attacked us by now, I doubt he’s going to do.  From what I know about Jiang Yuelou, he’s one of those “shoot first, ask questions later” type of people”

Just then, a laugh echoed throughout the warehouse, making the leader and his subordinates freeze before the leader pulled out a gun and looked around

“Who’s there?”

“You think you know Jiang Yuelou?  Oh, you stupid, stupid fool”

The leader then looked up to see Zhan Junbai and Yu Tangchun up on the landing, both men leaning against the railing

“Who are you?”

Zhan Junbai grinned

“Jiang Yuelou is much smarter than you…and much more dangerous”

The leader scoffed

“More dangerous than me?  I doubt it.  I put his “beloved doctor” in the hospital.  He’s probably too distraught to do anything to stop me”

Just then, the doors to the warehouse burst open, making the leader and the subordinates turn to see Jiang Yuelou, along with every other gang in Jing City, standing at the entrance of the warehouse, a dark look on Jiang Yuelou’s face

“J-Jiang Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou then surveyed the warehouse before he hummed softly

“Which one of you put my husband in the hospital?”

Without any hesitation, the subordinates (plus Zhan Junbai and Yu Tangchun) immediately pointed to the leader, causing Jiang Yuelou to look at him with narrowed eyes

“You, huh?”

He then slowly began to make his way towards the leader, causing the leader’s eyes to widen before he looked at his subordinates and pointed to Jiang Yuelou

“Stop him!  Stop him, you idiots!”

Up on the landing, Yu Tangchun barked out a laugh

“You idiot.  No one here is going to save you and no one here is going to stop him.  Why? Because you put Chen Yuzhi in the hospital.  You put the one person who can stop him in a coma.  And now you have a target on your back”

He then grinned darkly

“And Jiang Yuelou is like a homing missile.  Nothing will stop him until he hits his target”

The leader gulped before he looked back at Jiang Yuelou, who was slowly advancing towards him, and pulled out his gun, pointing it at him

“Stop!  Stop right there, Jiang Yuelou!”

Jiang Yuelou, however, made no move to stop and continued forward, causing the leader to panic before he fired a warning shot at the ground, only to let out a cry of fear as Jiang Yuelou continued towards him

He then looked towards his subordinates and motioned to Jiang Yuelou

“Well don’t just stand there, kill him!”

At his shout, the subordinates quickly snapped out of it and pulled out their guns, pointing them at Jiang Yuelou but before they could even fire, Jiang Yuelou drew his own gun and fired, hitting a subordinate with deadly precision without even looking

As the subordinate went down, the leader’s eyes widened before he raised his gun and fired at Jiang Yuelou, causing him to duck behind a nearby crate for cover before he stood up and fired at him in return, forcing him to take cover

The leader then let out a harsh breath before he peeked out from behind his hiding spot towards where Jiang Yuelou was hiding and hummed softly before he looked towards the large crowd of gang members and grinned

“Hey Jiang Yuelou!”

Jiang Yuelou peered over his crate at him, his eyes narrowed as he pointed his gun at the gang members

“Your husband ain’t the only body I’m going to be putting in the hospital!”

He then fired a shot into the crowd, hitting one of the gang members in the chest

As the gang member went down, the other gang members pulled out their guns and began firing back, soon turning the warehouse into a battlefield

While everyone was shooting at each other, Jiang Yuelou kept his eye on the leader’s position, making sure that he wasn’t being shot at before he quickly made his way over to his position, startling the man

“You!”

He then raised his gun but before he could fire, Jiang Yuelou shot him in the leg, sending him to the ground with a cry

He then stepped forward and kicked the gun out of his hand before he knelt down before him, pressing the gun between his eyes

“I could kill you…easily.  Your life would be over in a heartbeat.  But I won’t do that”

The leader looked at him in confusion

“What?”

Jiang Yuelou snarled

“I am going to do to you what you did to my husband”

He then punch him in the face, causing his head to snap to the side before he looked back at him, only for Jiang Yuelou to punch him again

He then began to repeated punch the man in the face, punching him until there was more blood than skin on his face

Once he had beaten him to a bloody pulp, Jiang Yuelou pushed himself to his feet and pointed his gun at the gang leader

“Tell the King of Hell the Demon of Jing City sends his regards”

He then fired a shot into the gang leader’s head, watching as his body fell limp before he raised his gun and fired a shot into the air, causing all of the gang members to freeze as he stepped out from behind the boxes and looked at them

“It’s over”

He then looked at the gangs who came to his aid and motioned to the warehouse

“Clean this up.  Destroy all of this.  And if I see any of this out on my streets, just know that I’ll be paying a visit.  Are we clear?”

“Yes Commissioner!”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Good.  I didn’t see anything that happened in here and I don’t want to know what happens after I leave”

He then continued out of the warehouse, allowing the gangs to deal with the opium and the subordinates in their fashion

After leaving the warehouse, Jiang Yuelou headed back to the hospital, stepping inside just as one of the doctors walked over to him

“Commissioner”

Jiang Yuelou looked at him with wide eyes

“Did something happen?”

The doctor nodded

“Dr. Chen is able to breathe on his own, so we removed the breathing tube.  I think he’ll be able to wake up soon”

Jiang Yuelou’s eyes widened even further before he nodded

“Alright, thank you”

He then quickly walked past him and made his way towards Chen Yuzhi’s room, quietly opening the door before he stepped inside and made his way over to his hospital bed, sitting beside it before he reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze

“I found him, Yuzhi.  I found the person who hurt you.  I punished him”

He then let out a shuddering breath and gave his hand another squeeze before he fell silent, the sound of the heart monitor beeping in his ear, when he felt a weak squeeze, making his eyes widen before he looked over to see Chen Yuzhi slowly opening his eyes

“Chen Yuzhi”

Chen Yuzhi then slowly turned to look at him and smiled weakly

“Jiang Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou then slowly stood to his feet, careful not to move too fast in fear of startling Chen Yuzhi, before he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before he gently rested his forehead against his

“You’re alright.  Thank God”

Chen Yuzhi hummed as Jiang Yuelou gently cupped his cheek in his hand

“How are you feeling?”

Chen Yuzhi shook his head

“Sore.  Everything hurts”

Jiang Yuelou nodded as he gently stroked his cheek

“I know…I know, and I’m sorry.  I’m sorry that this happened.  But I took care of it.  They can’t hurt you or Jing City anymore”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him

“Really?”

Jiang Yuelou nodded sincerely

“I took care of it”

Chen Yuzhi hummed softly before he yawned, causing Jiang Yuelou to smile softly before he leaned forward and pressed another soft kiss to his forehead

“Get some rest.  Get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up”

Chen Yuzhi nodded and allowed himself to slip off to sleep, Jiang Yuelou watching him fondly before he sat down beside him and took his hand in his, lacing their fingers together before he gave it a squeeze

Over the next few days, as Chen Yuzhi slowly recovered, Jiang Yuelou remained at his side, only ever leaving if there was a meeting he absolutely had to attend or if there was a case where he was needed

Other than that, he refused to leave his husband’s side

When Chen Yuzhi was finally able to go home, Jiang Yuelou took off from work and took him home, deciding to just spend the day with him

As they relaxed on the couch, there was a knock on the door, making him and Chen Yuzhi look up before Jiang Yuelou looked over at Chen Yuzhi

“I’ll get it.  You just rest”

Chen Yuzhi nodded as he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the door, opening it to find Zhan Junbai standing outside

“Zhan-xiong”

Zhan Junbai smiled slightly

“How is he?”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Better.  Still sore, so he won’t be working for a while”

Zhan Junbai nodded

“I see.  Well, it’s good that he has you during this time”

Jiang Yuelou nodded before he stepped out of the house and closed the gate behind him, looking at Zhan Junbai for a moment before he held out his hand

Zhan Junbai looked at the outstretched hand with a raised eyebrow before he smiled and reached out, taking his hand in his, when Jiang Yuelou suddenly pulled him in for a hug, hugging him tightly

“Thank you, Zhan-xiong”

Zhan Junbai blinked in surprise before he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug

“You’re welcome”

They then pulled away as Zhan Junbai looked at Jiang Yuelou and smiled

“Take care, Jiang-xiong.  And take care of Dr. Chen too, understand?”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“I will”

Zhan Junbai smiled

“I know you will.  Tell Dr. Chen I said hello”

He then turned and walked off, Jiang Yuelou watching him leave before he turned and headed back inside, heading back over to where Chen Yuzhi was sitting on the couch, absentmindedly stroking Xiao Bai (who was all over him because he missed him)

“Who was that?”

Jiang Yuelou smiled

“Zhan Junbai”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened

“Z-Zhan Junbai?  What is he doing here?”

Jiang Yuelou smiled

“He helped me figured out who kidnapped and attacked you”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in surprise

“He…he did?”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Mmhm”

Chen Yuzhi blinked

“Oh”

Jiang Yuelou chuckled

“He says hello, by the way”

Chen Yuzhi hummed, just as Jiang Yuelou leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of his head

“Just take it easy.  Just rest.  Today is all about resting”

Chen Yuzhi huffed softly

“All I’ve been doing is resting”

Jiang Yuelou chuckled

“Because you need it, dear”

Chen Yuzhi hummed before he shifted so that he was lying down, his head resting on Jiang Yuelou’s lap while the rest of him stretched out on the couch, Xiao Bai resting on his stomach

“Fine.  If you insist”

Jiang Yuelou chuckled fondly before he reached up and gently began to run his fingers through Chen Yuzhi’s hair, watching as Chen Yuzhi slowly relaxed and slipped off to sleep

As he watched him sleep, Jiang Yuelou couldn’t help but smile fondly

He had his husband back in his arms again

Everything was right with the world

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