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TEAR ME APART ৡ

LIN LIE X FEM READER (PART ONE (?)) mdni

Summary ৡ After many days from constant training, Lin returns home to a starving girlfriend who needs nothing but his ardor's touch.

Warning ৡ Biting. Small blood. (Screaming rn)

Author’s note ৡ After seeing his Season 2 skin. I could no longer remain calm. TO WRITE WAS a neeeddddd. HE IS SO FINE. I got final part planned. might publish.

You couldn’t find yourself leaving the bedroom. Your patience for Lin to return home was thin—so thin that you could almost feel your heart suppressed by your pulsing torment, like a virus constraining thoughts of what if he found another.

A girl who can be with him during dangerous times and train alongside? The more you thought of it, the more it seemed true with little to no sense.

You lay cuddling with Lin’s only fluffy pillow, its appeasing fabric rubbing against the surface of your fingers, a familiar touch as if Lin himself were in your arms.

Your lids were halfway open, your body numb to movement, and your long hair scattered on the mattress. Sounds of clamor echoed from outside your bedroom, of someone dragging their shoe and furniture being moved by a slight.

But no nerve or bone in your body shook by the noise, almost like you were only imagining it. After all, you had been alone for a week, maybe two.

You hear your door creak and shoes scrapping against your floor nearby. Your eyes then closed, believing it was all in your imagination, and waited for the silence to build in again.

“Sleeping? Damn, I was really looking forward for a hug.” A voice spoke. Your head sprung up, only to meet eyes with your beloved. “You’re home?” you gasped.

“You’re up?” His brows hike, lips curving a slight grin. You examined his striking features, his figure hovering yours which makes him so valiant and breathtaking.

Yet today felt different. How could you be happy? He left without saying how long it would take and had not considered sending letters to stay in touch. And for Lin to return home like nothing had happened blasted frustration through you.

Your eyes turned livid, and your jaw clenched as you resisted your emotions from appearing obvious. “No kiss?” He asks.

“I hate you.” Your eyes bubble with tears. “I wasn’t gone for that long; come here.” Lin's arms widen to embrace you, but you rear your hand up before you give him a chance, slapping with all your built-in anger.

His head whips to the side; his breath cuts for a second. “You didn’t even stay in contact with me.” You cried slapping him again and again.

Prints of your palm remain on his cheeks, reddening his skin. Lin stood frozen, taking all your hits as they get softer and lower to his chest.

His eyes observed you tear apart, bawling at his faults for not being a better boyfriend. “I told you I couldn’t. You know this," he said, sounding stern.

“Fuck you.” You say through clenched teeth. Why don’t you remember him telling you this? Or Is this just a way for you to stop acting all upset?

“You mean you missed me?” He searches your distressed expression. “No. Fuck you.”

His grin widens. “And? Tell me.” Lin then removes his headphones around his neck and his favorite green jacket to place beside you. “You—You’re a liar. If I knew, I wouldn’t be acting like this.” You continued, digging your grip in his pillow.

“And?”

“And,” You paused, figuring out what else, knowing that you thought of plenty earlier. His heels slid inches towards you, his head tilted in curiosity and heavy lids attempting to make you flush in pink.

And you did from what felt like a raw desire stare. Your heart thumped against your rib cage, fastening in seconds as a darker pink smears your skin. How nervous you suddenly became.

You almost forget how dangerously dominant Lin can be. He gently tucked your loose strands behind your ear, caressing his touch further in till it was no longer gentle when he firmly gripped your hair, pulling you in for a kiss.

Lin’s lips molded into yours in pure desperation, tasting your last breath as he held you close, forbidding you to break from the kiss. The kiss felt aggressive and rushed, as if he wasn’t edging to be romantic but to express how much he needed this.

You lean in, unable to respond the same with a few escaping whimpers. You let him have his way. His tongue invades your mouth to coat his saliva with yours. Hot breaths combine in the mix as he deepens it slowly.

It was unexpected and hot coming from Lin. He never treated you so dirty and desperate for a kiss. You could feel yourself melt in his touch, your mind forgetting how to think properly.

Yet, despite surrendering to Lin immediately, the frustration from earlier still ran through your mind, leaving you to act upon it by nicking a small cut of his lip with your teeth.

He separates you from his lips with a hard tug from his grip. His tongue brushes over his bleeding lip, narrowing his eyes on you. “You want to play rough? We can play rough.”

Something about his dark eyes, so wild and demanding, unraveled an hunger in you. His longing stare touched you more than what his hands could do. You want to play rough? Yes.

You don’t care. You don’t care if he tears you apart. You’d let him do anything at this point.

Without wasting another second, you clung to Lin. Your arms hugged his nape, brushing your hands through his black layers. So soft, so exotic. Lin followed your movements, leaning over you till your head met the mattress.

You felt a trace travel down your legs, light touches guiding you to embrace his hips. His sinewy abdomen hid you so perfectly, making you feel vulnerable and small in what he may do next.

“Please, fuck me,” You breathe heatedly against his lips. “Please” Lin grinned in return, eyes admiring your change of behavior.

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PECULIAR ─ .✦

Invincible x Starfire (Short Story) PART ONE

Summary ─ During a week of silence and freedom from his duty, a flying subject entered their solar system, driven by greed. It invaded Earth in a search for a certain alien, and that alien is a Viltrumite.

WARNING ︴Blood and Violence, Power Struggle, Profanity, Death, Sexual incourse and Heartbreak (included as the story goes on)

AUTHOR’s NOTE ︴first post. Very nervous. I’m welcome to any tips. I am new. T-T. BUT I hope you enjoy this short story. I apologize if some details of Starfire and Invincible are inaccurate or if the grammar and spelling is incorrect.

‘I need you mark!’

Earth’s fierce hero. A title he had craved since a young age and since the half-told lie of his father’s past. That title meant everything to him, even if the reward seemed little like a kid had earned a sticker.

To be Strong. Brave and rousing like his father. That’s what it was supposed to feel like.

After countless times of watching his father save Earth LIVE on NEWS channels and arriving home untouched to remind Mark’s potential appearing anytime soon, the title became part of his life.

Yet little did Mark know that his life would take a different route once his powers were exposed. All his brutal battles and rise practices weren’t as smooth-going as he thought.

“Don’t overthink it, Mark. You’ll get it,” said Nolan, levitating over his son, who failed his 20th landing attempt. His thumb skates beneath his chin, resting his tensed features from worsening.

Hours into Mark’s training—his repeated failures made no difference. No progress whatsoever except for how he should be flying. Like relaxing his muscles mid-air and using the build-in momentum to travel faster.

“You make it look easy. I don’t know how to slow down or even land the way you do.” frowned Mark, springing his body up to stand in the massive hole created by his landing.

His brows narrowed low, eyes burning in vexation. This practice had started toying with his nerves, and knowing Mark—Nolan had to save it for another day.

“You will, son. You keep practicing, and soon you will.” Nolan casually lands beside Mark, resting a palm over his shoulder for comfort, and cracks a small smile. “Let’s end it here for now.”

“Right.”

Ever since his father fled Earth, Mark has been nothing but the planet’s most valuable hero. This wasn’t as bad at first until his college attendance and grades dropped like flies.

Even his relationship with Amber. Who would’ve thought, Cecil would call him numerous times within a week. Such as bodyguarding a certain somebody or saving stolen money from a bank.

There are other heroes available, yet he is the first to dial. ‘Mark! Hello?! Answer me Goddammit!’

In outer space, surrounded by its tranquility, Mark laid on the moon alone, his unfazed gaze exploring the bright dots of stars with Earth in his left-side view.

For an hour or two, it’s all he’s been solacing himself with. A need away from traffic noise and constant chatter. (Mostly people) So he may reconnect with his inner self.

Mark lifted an arm from beneath his head, tracing lines of every bit of star his eyes laid on. Under the mask of his pensive features, memories of life before his world tore apart flooded in a flash.

Chasing what’s left of his happiness.

‘Earth to Mark! We need you back now! Get to New York, I assume it might be another invasion.’

“Can’t you call other heroes? I’m quite busy right now Cecil.” sighed Mark through his clear helmet. (Provided from past missions)

‘Yeah? Like what? I can see you kid.’ said Cecil in his earpiece. ‘I have a bad feeling about this. We didn’t spot this when it entered our planet and I need you to check it out.’

“I could really use some alone time.”

‘No! Get there now!’

(Tamaranean language translated to English.)

Viltrumites. A monstrosity species to every living civilization that has known of its existence. Especially the Tamaranean people.

Since she was young and understood what others spoke around her, Kori’s family tree and people told stories of Viltrumites, their frightening abilities, and plans to conquer planets, including theirs.

And because their race had been considerably threatening to possibly defeat a Viltrumite, her whole society jumped from one welcoming planet to another to avoid extinction and proceed with colonization.

Yet, despite her years of combat training and repeatedly reviewing escape plans in case Viltrumites ever discover them, Kori refuses her given lifestyle. She finds her learning to be an act of weakness, not of protection of its people.

An Tamaranean should not defend its people by hiding in its empire or run away for centuries till someone or something brave enough faces the Viltrumites.

Driven by self-determination in defeating her yearly threat. Kori focused her training on refining her abilities and bettering her thought process in combat.

Till her coming of age near adulthood, Kori felt that it was time to depart from her people and begin her journey. Without a proper explanation of her reason for leaving home, her kind was under the impression that Kori wished to find their savior and bring them back to their planet to share a belief that a war could be avoidable.

Upon her arrival on Earth, its vibrant green and blue ocean, smearing a shine in her eyes, compelled Kori to inspect past its atmosphere, where the living congregated in all corners of its areas.

Weird building’s appeared tall, rectangular, and unrefined, unlike every other tower she’d seen. Its people resembled Viltrumites yet were powerless.

An Viltrumite can lift an object twice their size without an issue but this man—Young looking. Dropped an item beneath his vehicle, resulting to him kneeling down to reach under instead of simply tossing aside his vehicle for his item.

To be strangely alike, are these people weak? Slow? Vulnerable? It was unlike anything she had encountered. With unsolved questions stacking her mind, it only furthered her curiosity about Earth.

As Kori flew close enough to better her view, her ear caught their speech, communicating in a language she couldn’t speak or understand. ‘A problem she can resolve later on when needed.’ She thought.

Further down the road, admiring their way of life and unique features, which are different symmetrically and by color. Earth had begun earning a place in her heart.

ZAP! ZAP!

Kori swung towards the familiar noise. (ZAP! ZAP!) ‘Was it the Viltrumites? Have they come to claim this planet?’ She wondered. Without wasting more precious time, she boosted herself closer in the distance between the sound and her, only to find three massive portals swirling wide an entrance.

“Flaxans.” She gritted, lowering her heels to be inches from touching the cement. Her posture arched forward, clutching her fingers in peroration for battle.

Her empire spoke of their society. Their civilization was reduced to a small community because of their reckless greed to rule a planet guarded by a Viltrumite. Whatever planet it may have been, Earth won’t be their next.

A small army of Flaxan’s stormed out in groups of four, gun blazing in all directions and tongues snarling in their foreign language.

“I will not allow you to claim this precious planet!” Kori's green eyes enhanced, shaping a circular mist on her fists as her heels dashed to separate their army.

The Flaxan’s nerves sunk in a puddle of dread, their palms shaken upon Kori’s arrival. Her kind on planet Earth? No mind has enough process to know why she’s here. Only flooded with revenge, they attacked uncontrollably like animals, sought for tasty justice.

“Flaxan’s? Again? I can’t believe they’re back and in a much smaller army. I think I can leave this one out; someone’s already taking care of them.” Mark’s arms fold over his chest, eyes watching Kori’s every move yet not noting her peculiar existence.

‘You helping will have them back in their dimension faster.’ said Cecil. “Was that why you had a bad feeling? They have something up their sleeves to conquer this planet?” A brow raised.

‘No it’s not them. It’s the girl. Help her first then bring back to my fortress for questioning.’

“What if she doesn’t want to come.” asked Mark. ‘Force her.’

“I’m not fighting her.” His jaw clenched in irritation, narrowing his eyes along Kori’s figure, who seemed far from the idea of being a threat.

'Mark. There's no time to negotiate. I don't care if this thing is helping us—she's not from here.'

“She has a name, I’m sure.” Mark murmured to himself, knowing Cecil will eventually hear. ‘Just do what I say.’

Kori kept her guard composed, blocking their shots as her heels veered for cover. She could have ended this within a minute and furthered her exploration. Yet, there was no opening with the Flaxan’s shooting at once. Only ceaselessly in all directions.

“Hey! I fought these guys before. I got your back!” Mark’s knees dropped beside Kori, holding his position behind a vehicle. His masked face caught her somewhat off guard, baffled mostly. Did he think he could take the Flaxans on his own? He had never fought them before—his kind is useless against them.

“Stand back! I can finish this.” snarled Kori, beaming out of cover, crushing the cement beneath their feet as a display of her annoyance while attempting to send the Flaxans back into their portal.

“So you don’t speak English. This might be a problem.” Mark simply tore off the vehicle’s door, slamming the Flaxan’s with its metal surface with his free fist denting their eerie features.

Both gain their chance of victory, demolishing what’s left of their army. Few Flaxans retreated, tossing spider-like drones as their final defense. The drones scattered in their surroundings, some strolling directly towards Mark’s feet and others launching mid-air as a surprise attack.

“What the fuck?!” Mark dodged, capturing one of its devices, and crushed it in a single grip. As for Kori, distracted by their victory, her lungs extended, taking in her biggest breath to ease her fiery vigor.

“HEY! Watch out!” warned Mark.

Unaware of what his warning meant, Kori’s head swung in the direction of his voice—meeting the face of one of the spiders. Its small metallic legs latched onto her skin like a magnet, suffocating her airways with its massive stomach and muffling her panicked scream.

Her legs lose its balance, dropping on the cracked cement, fingers swiftly scraping against its metal rear. Her muffled screams grew in seconds, shortening the air she had left.

“I’m here! Hold on!” Called Mark, hovering over Kori, yanking the spider off to crush it between his fingers.

Not even a second passed of freedom. Kori swiftly beamed off the ground, tackling Mark along the way and through a building until both made land on a busy road, traffic built from both lanes.

More destruction was created. Cars were tossed over the sidewalks, shattering the glasses of high-priced stores. The road crumbled after the hard landing. Its horrific sight forced civilians to evacuate the area without a second look.

As for Mark and Kori, she had him pinned down with a knee, forming a mist to finish off what she thought was a Flaxan. “Hey! Hey! I’m not the bad guy!” Mark waved his forearms over his face for cover.

“Oh. You.” Her inflame expression softens, lowering her palm and knee beside his hip. ‘Great. Now take her in.’ Spoke Cecil.

“Give me a second, will you?” exhaled Mark, soothing his fretted nerves after enduring Kori’s attack. ‘You have plenty of time to rest; bring her back to the fortress so I can get this questioning over with.’

His arms lay restless on either side, forgetting that Kori still had him pinned beneath. Her flourishing pupils hiked his features—which wasn’t much to see since it was hidden by his mask—then down his stiff abdomen that shaped his side muscles and abs to understand his costume's appearance.

‘What a strange attire.’ thought Kori. Is he Earth’s defender? What makes him so different?

Her fingertips surface Mark’s chest, his warm ambiance radiating through hers, so solid, so rugged. She embraced over his nape, closing the gap between their bodies.

“Cecil, you don’t have to remind me. I got this.”

She had to thank him. She wanted to. Somehow. Without awareness of what Mark got himself into, Kori brought her lips to his, her fingers sneaking their way through his black layers smoothly.

The kiss was chaste and soft. His lips flinched at her sudden touch, unrecognizing it since he only connected with Ambers. Resisting is to be his motive.

Yet he could feel a hunger coursing through his veins, from her hand exploring his hair and the other tracing from his nape to the jawline. It's almost like it’s been something he wanted all this time besides being a hero.

After all, humans have needs. To be satisfied. Desired. Distracted. For Mark, it was what he wanted with Amber.

As Kori casually unbinds their kiss, Mark leans in. Warm and desperate this time, like he was dying for a kiss that wasn’t as sweet and melting as Kori’s. His hand slips below her ear, running his fingertips through her red hair, and his other over her outer thigh to grip her hip.

The vitality she felt radiating off him was no longer the same. He’s all heat and impulse. Their mouths intertwined like ribbons, drowning Kori with the lack of air, flushing her lips and cheeks.

Tasting her breath, lips and touching her soft skin felt goddamn good. He completely had lost himself in the moment, forgetting the world surrounding them.

Mark sensed her fingers slipping along from his kiss overpowering hers. His grip digs her skin, holding her head in place as he separates her lips by slanting his mouth. And without hesitation, in a whimper Kori surrendered to his control.

With tension and thirst crowding them in the air, Mark wasted no minute by switching positions. His body hovering over hers, legs curled over his hips and hands exploring every inch of each other’s body as if they had touched no one.

Behind his mask, his eyes were wild and feral. Losing itself by her alluring appearance. Shimmering green eyes, orange skin, and fiery red hair. She was unlike any alien he encountered. Too bad english isn’t her language.

‘Mark what are you doing?’

Cecil snapped him back to reality, breaking their kiss with a hiss, and separated himself from her touch. “Shit. Fuck. I’m coming, Cecil.” Mark lets out a breath, regaining the lost air he had.

Kori smiled with her cheeks. Her fingers barely touching her lips as the kiss still felt present to her. “I admire your boldness to copulate. But I’m unsure if I’m ready to mate.”

“Huh?” A brow lifts. Unsure if he was daydreaming or not.

"I'm Koriand'r of Tamaran. Our kind can learn language by the acting of kissing. And you are?"