#(so long as he's not in front of a camera at least - but he's proven already he can overcome that)

[keicordelle]

Not really an original thought, but thinking about Ryuu and his over-willingness to let others touch and grope him in exchange for things he wants or needs -- and him making use of that when Trigger is first struggling on their own.

It starts small. Some photographer who says (and was he joking? Ryuu takes him seriously, and it becomes serious, but was it at first?) that he'll do a photoshoot with trigger if Ryuu will let him feel him up. And maybe Ryuu's been drinking with him and he's a little bit drunk, or maybe he's entirely sober and thinks it through a moment before agreeing. It's a good opportunity, and trigger is short on those lately. He does not tell Gaku or Tenn or even Anesagi how he got them the job.

The next time, it's something more. They want him naked, maybe just to look at him. Maybe to touch, but just the upper half. Still within the realm of acceptable. Kind of. But the job is bigger too, so Ryuu goes along with it -- and besides, he's used to being almost naked for shoots anyway. This is just a little bit more. And it's still for work, so that counts, right?

Then again, and again. There's a director that offers him a role in a drama -- if he's willing to let him fuck him. Ryuu balks at that -- that's a big step. He's let people touch him and fondle him at this point, but never sleep with him. But the director sees him hesitate, and ups the offer: a role for him, and one for Gaku too. And Ryuu caves, because they need the job, and the exposure, and it doesn't really matter to him anyway (aroace king). It's just another way to use his body, to put himself on the line for the people he loves.

He realizes he may be in over his head when the next request is that he fuck someone. To take up an active role, instead of just letting people touch him and use him. That… That's different.

Give it a few more months, and he'll be one small step away from doing AVs

[aakaneeee]

I've had my drabble, now it's time for actual theories and parallels since I haven't done that in a while and it's long overdue

first of all, I love to see Alien Stage art slowly but surely falling into the obvious eerie side.

I have a lot to say about all of these, but I specifically want to focus on Luka for this.

When I first saw the branding, I wondered why it was there. I was confused, because I expected it to be on the heart (which was also proven to be false in the 2nd anniversary pop up store).

then, I looked closer: left hip.

there are actually a lot of stuff to associate with his branding (except it looking slutty IM SORRY YALL I CANT HELP MYSELF)

The left hip is also the place where horses are branded. Specifically, pedigree horses. Again, not only does it show possession, but also him being superior to others.

For men, that specific area is one of the most painful. (insert tattoo pain chart)

it might seem like it's on yellow since it's just a little lower than the belly button, but 1. The belly button on this chart is really high and 2. It could just be perspective, and it'd make a lot of sense for him to be branded in the most painful way possible. doesn't that sound heperu to you?

3. he isn't under anesthesia. even mizi, who had a "least pain" area, seemed to be under anesthesia. but no, he wasn't. this leads me to my next point:

4. We know Heperu thinks the only way to make a good pet is fear. So, what if he specifically chose that area, so Luka could actively see, and even have to hold his shirt up himself? He wants him to fear, and he wants him to know who he belongs to. It seems he really doesn't have limits in showing that.

Okay, those are the stuff I've noticed about this, but now I have a parallel.

This might be a little bit of a reach so take it with a grain of salt!!

Ivan's branding is on his wrist: a secure, hidden place, where others wouldn't be able to see it, as if he actually had more freedom than other humans, being seen more as a business partner than like a pet.

Youd think Luka is the same, afterall, his branding is on his hip, and we didn't see anyone wearing crop tops and low rise pants yet.

No, but all of his outfits have an open back and a cut in the front.

Considering the pacing of his songs, and the turns he made in Round 5, we could possibly imagine that the material would move away, and it would show his branding, atleast a little bit. Like a silent reminder, both for Luka and for the audience, that he is not his own person, but someone who is owned. It feels like Heperu is so prideful that he wants to take merit for Luka's voice, as if taking advantage of an actual condition he has was what brought him up in the charts, and that Luka's work is equal to nothing, because he did everything. That's what Heperu thinks, and that's what he wants the audience to think, as well.

Another perfect example of this is the photo next to the branding.

Taking Sua's photo, we can see the signatures or scribbles are darker, and even though crazier, they still make her the center of it, while still maintaining some color.

For Luka, the backround is blank. Just grey. He doesn't have the teal that Sua had, or even a light yellow to show light. More importantly, the signatures are all over him. Showing that he is a prized possession, a trophy, that doesn't actually have anything of his own, that is completely under his owner and his fans, despite him supposedly having more 'freedom' than other pets because he already won a season. (This freedom being an obvious lie.)

Sua is looking left. Luka is directly facing the camera, but you can barely even tell, his eyes are covered by his hair.

Again, another small reach, but we know he doesn't really enjoy bright lights. (sweet dream as proof)

I was wondering if this could be even more proof of him having even more conditions than what they've let on.

Specifically, Leukocoria.

Leukocoria represents your pupil shining white or grayish-yellow instead of red, and it signals grave damage inside the eye.

(Photo from Google, don't sue me)

It looks very close to Luka's pupils, right?

there are also these two official arts in which he's wearing glasses.

they seem to be quite thin, so whatever the reason for him wearing them is not that bad.

so i was wondering: could it be a case of cataract?

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

his eyes are a very pale color, and pale irises can be a sign of cataract.

people with cases of cataract that aren't too bad, even though surgery is recommended, can see better if they wear glasses.

and leukocoria can be caused by cataract.

maybe that's the reason he's hiding his eyes from the light here with his hair? his eyes are sensible to light?

i know this is really long but i hope you all don't mind too much, luka is my favourite (if you couldn't tell) and this new information awakened my medical knowledge :)

sorry if some stuff don't make sense, as always, english is not my first language, I hope it's atleast a bit coherent!

(tagging some people because I think you'd like to see this.... @shakingparadigm @sotogalmo @paradisedisconcert @m1zisua @junebluues @bluemoonscape @4listr @nottoonedin @pwippy SORRY IF ANY OF YALL DIDNT WANT TO BE TAGGED)

[polaroid-steam-room]

for the gimme a character, what abt vanoss?

It's been a hot while since I made that reblog, so this was a (very nice) surprise, happy to answer nonetheless.

Not sure if Vanoss could be categorized as a "character", i.e. excluding his online "persona", but hey, I got thoughts anyway!

Sorry if this post is funky+huge, I'm pretty private/shy when I talk about my own thoughts and opinions verses hearing other folks out.

How I feel about Vanoss: Love him, hate him, he's a funny owl that can throw you off if you aren't familiar with his (recent) humor. As a viewer that can sometimes be the target of a joke or bit, I laugh at them as much as I do give an eye squint at (depending on & neutrally speaking). If I had to be honest about my immediate thoughts, Vanoss kinda comes off as a camera man that quips up from behind but is far from boring when he does. I like Vanoss because in my eyes, he is someone that enjoys a game or its moments with friends without having to commentate "just for the sake of"TM. That, and I find his kind of humor and commentary similar to mine sometimes, my favorite example is his, "Everybody remain calm. Go to your happy place."

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkxb_vUyLW7Uw5NXzrOvmHhKcBoq62Ep_PB?si=clkl_UI5kfmiFzWG

It's kinda obscure, as in, even my own little brother, who's watched all his videos back to front, will raise eyebrows at me even if it's recent. (On) top of making these idiolects Vanoss will do that I'll repeat on end, which can either infect my brother too or just remain an echo for a few weeks. Clearly, I'm a parrot counterpart to Vanoss, just training to take over his channel when he mysteriously dies (/j).

Shippings with Vanoss: I actually don't, mainly because a) I hold a huge Persona vs IRL mindset when it comes to shipping IRL folks, had it since sweet 2015, so it's definitely affect my perspective on it. And b) I don't know too many shippings with Vanoss (and I was on Wattpad and Quotev reading books on these guys back then, which says a lot.) that did stand out to me, minus the more popular H2OVanoss pairing. So, hey, if anyone seeing this posted some obscure Vanoss x pairing on those sites, chances are I definitely read it though. I may not ship the folks you write about, but I'd be damned if the prompt or potential went to waste in my eyes, I hear "hear me outs" for a reason. So, I get it, really get it, and I'll 400% read or look at art (especially when it COOKS), I just don't PERSONALLY ship anyone in the group. One guarantee is that I'll feen over any lovely art piece I see. It is a curse to love art and to not be normal about liking it. Am everyone's #1 supporter (AS LONG AS IT IS HEALTHY AND NOT CONTROVERSIAL OR WACKAWACKOS)

Friendship Duo pairings with Vanoss: That being said about my pervious point, with this one for me is H2O Delirious, Terroriser, Lui Calibre, and an odd one, BigJigglyPanda. With Delirious, he knows how to go along with a joke, or at the very least, knows with Vanoss something will be amidst with Elmer's glue and C4 wires covering their hands by the end of it. Him and Vanoss's dynamic is strong, and it's made proven when the other has a plan and egging the other to follow. At most, they're always looking for the other to be around and I think that really means a lot when you're given the opportunity to be with someone in a room full of others. The same -or similiar- thing can be said with Terroriser, I think the key difference is that Terroriser is easier to piss off/reactive compared to Delirious, when they're being messed with Vanoss. Another thing is their shared sense of humor and planning. When it's Delirious and Vanoss you could expect something annoying and inconvenient at most, the exact opposite of those two is straight Nuclear Destruction (/hj). Do NOT put these two in a room with explosives in game, they will rig it perfectly for the moment someone takes 4, specifically 4, steps into the room and desecrate the person in question. These two don't compare in light to Lui and Vanoss, my favorite duo pair for horror games. Vanoss is so terrified yet Lui is insanely collected (as one can be in a horror setting [seriously, go watch the "Dude I'm Not Scared" series]), but is enthusiastic enough to play with Vanoss. I think it works out, because (I think, take this as you will) I remember Terroriser saying something how he'd definitely get mad at Vanoss if he were to play a horror game with him. Either way, there's a sort of patience you gotta have, regardless if you play with a horror game with anyone in specific, and Lui being the main man to be there for Vanoss is great. I think which does point back to the more collected side of Lui when playing (excluding semi-jumpscares/jumpscares). Vanoss is Just Like Me FR TM, we would definitely not be scared but have our assigned guardian friend to be scared with if we got a horror game we want to play. For BigJigglyPanda, it's a more simple one, or at least, not as mouthy to talk about, maybe that's just me. But, I think you can very much tell how appreciated his presence is, not just by Vanoss himself, but basically the whole group. Panda makes plenty of crude jokes, but I think his delivery is what makes them great to me, on top of his own laugh, which gets its own fit of giggles out of the others, including Vanoss! I don't think there's ever much of a point where Vanoss didn't get a laugh by the Panda Man, minus if Vanoss was distracted or busy elsewhere. Maybe it's just me projecting, don't care, need more Panda Man (/lh).

My unpopular opinion on Vanoss: I think that Vanoss is an interesting kind of artist that I don't see too many folks talk about, but more specifically, the way he thinks. It's more because of my own empathy in how he wants to go about things from an angle he uniquely envisions. Maybe certain bits that need retakes, references that others don't get whether they're popular or not, expressing for more creative liberty and distaste when he is limited to be appropriate for a general audience (Alpha Betas), and, if I overthink it too hard, perfectionism. He has a vision, he wants the vision to work, but it's HARD to convey that to someone in a way that makes sense with either a limited vocabulary that can't describe it or isn't just, That FeelingTM. I think it's why (as I'm writing at this time), we haven't gotten a new album or single from his music persona, Rynx, is that he cares that it is good, but that it represents him, what his vision is, his art piece and craft that's uniquely his alone. (I'd say his thing of music videos is a semi-idea of that embodiment). If Vanoss ever became a director, I would not be surprised is all I'm saying, boy's got some creative juices in him and I get a decent impression of the mindset he has, or the vibe of, probably.

One thing I wish would happen with Vanoss: RYNX NEW SONG DROP PLEASEEEEE. Vanoss/Rynx is the only artist that I have ever listened to completely and actually actively want to hear more of than just passively like some other artists I follow. I have been patiently waiting for the last 4 years, going onto 2025 with no new music ;-;

Seriously, I genuinely enjoy the music he made, that's the only thing I want out of anything Vanoss might do. I don't doubt that he might post something soon... Maybe??? I don't know, I don't get my hopes up too much, all my Hollow Knight: Silksong homies would know the feeling, and I can't remember the last time he posted on his Instagram (on his personal acc) stories with him just stringing out his own tunes. I have repeated his songs so many times that he's gotten to my top 5 for three years on spotify, the man has a chokehold on me 😭

Closing thoughts: Not much besides he's been a childhood staple for me, I wouldn't change that part of my life if I was given the opportunity to. I love Vanoss and his gang, they've built some pieces of my humor and are the few youtubers from 2016 that keep me engaged with their videos. I know I ain't gonna stop watching them for a longgggg time that's for sure lol

Thank you for your ask! It was fun responding to this, though it's taken me a few days to properly format my thoughts into words. It was refreshing to type all this out, going from mobile to 'puter because all the fancy stuff (literally colors) would mold over the way my breakdown is built, definitely out of my own norm in a good way.

(UPDATE: so. uh. When I initially "finished" this response, it was two days, maybe? before Vanoss's music update post on his twitter account LMAOAO. My jaw physically dropped when I saw the post [courtesy of beepbananabus, because I do not have a twitt]. I wanted to get back to finish this response [I had a couple prompts WIP after I typed closing], got distracted as all good humans do, and remembered like a war flashback and am here now. Sorry for the wait, hope this was worth some of it at most, but I'm grateful nonetheless to have had this ask in my inbox and respond to! :})

[smkkbert]

Time for a story -

Oliver waited, listening into the quiet. There was no explosion. Blood Rose must have seen that he had turned himself in. She certainly had her eyes everywhere or at least on him.

The children at the hospice wouldn’t die in an explosion. They wouldn’t die because of him.

Although the thought was comforting, Oliver felt a heaviness in his chest that he had never felt before. His life had been turned upside down numerous times before. This one was different though. His life hadn’t just been turned upside down. It had been ripped from his hands, tossed into little pieces, mixed up and given back to him to see what he could do with it.

He doubted there was anything he could do, at least anything good. The life as he had known it, as he had – despite everything he had been through – learned to love it was over.

There was only one thing that he could do and had to do now. He had to protect his family and his friends. The people that had joined him on his path and become a part of his life didn’t have to suffer the same consequences as he had to now. He couldn’t allow that. If he had one purpose still in his life it was that.

He was still kneeling on ground with his hands lifted in defeat. The police officers standing in front of him seemed to be unsure what exactly to do now. They looked at him, took him in like he was a rare animal in the zoo. Now and then, they shot each other nervous glances. They didn’t know what to do.

“I am unarmed.” He sat back on his heels slowly, making sure he seemed even smaller. “I am turning myself in voluntarily. I will not fight you. I am ready to be arrested.”

That made them look at each other even more hesitatingly. It took Oliver a moment to understand why they were doing that, but he guessed that they thought he was just turning himself in to save the children. They thought he was covering for whoever was really behind the mask because he feared that person wouldn’t turn himself in in time.

If it wasn’t Blood Rose that had made him turn himself in in the first place, maybe he would see a possible way out in this. Maybe he would try to use that thought as a way to explain why he had decided to turn himself in to the police when he wasn’t the Green Arrow. If the police officers believed this anyway, it would be easy to use it for his purposes.

It was Blood Rose that had forced him to do this though, so he knew he couldn’t use any way out. She was dangerous and reckless in her dangerousness. She had chosen a rhythm of ten minutes between the bombs because she had known that they wouldn’t be able to play this game for very long. She had wanted to show from the start that she was a serious opponent. She had decided to place the bomb in a hospice for children to up the stakes. The bomb hadn’t exploded, but children that had only wanted some peace to spend their last time on earth had been scared and stressed. So had their parents. Nobody that played fair did that. Nobody that played fair aimed at the weakest and most defenseless first.

So he knew that Blood Rose would find cruel ways of revenge when he tried to find a way out. She wanted to him to take responsibility. If he didn’t, she’d become unpredictable and certainly even more reckless than she had proven to be already.

It felt like forever until one of the policemen, a lieutenant as Oliver could tell from the one bar on his shoulder board, stepped forward. He took a quick look around at his colleagues. Whoever caught his gaze either nodded or lowered the eyes.

“If you leave now,” he said with low voice, “we haven’t seen anything. You could just leave, and we would forget about this. The cameras can’t see anything from here.”

How much Oliver wished that it was true. How much he wished that he could just get up and go home. He knew he couldn’t.

“The woman who is behind this, Blood Rose,” he said with a shake of his head, “will start attacking innocents the moment I take a single step away from here. Trust me, she is nobody that can or should be fooled.”

Lieutenant Frances – Oliver could read his name tag now – looked uncomfortable. He lifted his hand and massage the back of his neck. He didn’t want to arrest him. Oliver could see that. Just like Oliver had no choice but to insist on being arrested, Lieutenant Frances would have no choice but to arrest him though.

“Please,” Oliver said intently, “for the sake of the city.”

Lieutenant Frances shot a look back over his shoulder at another lieutenant. She looked at him for a moment before she released a silent sigh and shrugged her shoulders. At that, Lieutenant Frances turned back to Oliver and nodded his head slowly.

“Okay,” he whispered and stepped forward, “Mr. Queen, you are under arrest.”

He approached him and put his hand to Oliver’s elbow, helping him up. When Oliver turned around and put his hands to his back, Lieutenant Frances simply held onto Oliver’s elbow a little more tightly. He turned him back around and just led him into the precinct.

Oliver felt like he was caught in some dream. He could see, but his brain didn’t process the images his eyes received. He was sure that there were noises because he could see people talk, but all he heard was a whirring sound in his ear. He walked to the desk he was led to and sat down on the chair in front of it, but he couldn’t feel the ground beneath his feet or the texture of the chair. He felt numb, incredibly numb really.

Lieutenant Frances closed the door of his office. He walked to a corner of the small room and just stood there, looking at Oliver indecisively. There wasn’t much light in the office. The sun had almost set now, so the old lamp was the only source of light. It didn’t offer much. In that half-darkness Lieutenant Frances looked even more worried.

With everything going on, Oliver had too many worries of his own. He couldn’t calm him down. He couldn’t focus on anything but what was to come now. The thought made him feel nauseated.

“What will happen now?”

Oliver’s voice didn’t sound like himself when he asked that. He wished that he was at the precinct in midtown. At least there he’d see some familiar faces. Maybe that would help him.

“Lieutenant Banza is currently calling the FBI. They are in charge of… of you…”

The FBI. Oliver nodded his head slowly. He didn’t know any FBI agents, at least he didn’t recall. He guessed it wasn’t good when they came here.

“What will happen when they are here?”

He needed to focus on what was to come. The more he knew, the better her could prepare for it. He wouldn’t make any difficulties. He just wanted to prepare, and he wanted something else to think about than the fact that he didn’t know where Felicity and the kids were right now and what they were going through.

There was a part of Oliver that wanted to call Felicity. He knew it was no good idea though. Felicity had probably her hands full with either the kids or erasing all traces or even both. Probably both, he thought to himself.

“They will take you to midtown, I assume,” Lieutenant Frances said, “because they have more opportunities there. You will probably be brought before the judge as early as possible tomorrow morning.”

Oliver nodded his head. He guessed it was a good thing that it happened soon. He had no hope that he was granted a bail. He would probably be taken to a high security prison tomorrow, and he wouldn’t leave it for the rest of his life.

What other choice would they have?

“We haven’t read you your rights yet,” Lieutenant Frances said hesitatingly and frowned. “You do know that you have the right to call a lawyer?”

Oliver released a long sigh. “I don’t have a lawyer.”

It was probably untypical of someone like him – a person that was a figure of interest, someone with money and a job of many responsibilities – to not have a lawyer. Whenever they had needed legal advice, Laurel had provided it for them. She was attorney district now though, so she couldn’t possibly help him. Maybe he could call Jean Loring, but it had been years since he had talked to her the last time. He wasn’t even sure if she still worked as a lawyer around here.

Maybe he should get a lawyer, Oliver thought, but he wasn’t able to think quite clearly right now. He couldn’t choose a lawyer in that state. Besides, he had been through this before. He knew his rights. He knew what would make him look good and what would make him look like a reckless killer. He really didn’t feel like he needed a lawyer.

When Lieutenant Frances suddenly lifted his gaze and perked up his eyebrows, Oliver followed his gaze through the dirty window towards the rest of the precinct. He saw a man in a suit and a woman in a costume approaching. He didn’t need to ask for him to know who these people were.

“Never seen an agency working that fast,” Lieutenant Frances mumbled and shook his head before looking at Oliver. “I am not allowed to say that, Mr. Queen, but I wish you all the best. Everyone here does because we have seen the good that you have done.”

Oliver swallowed and nodded his head. He couldn’t say anything. He felt like he was choking as it was. If he tried to speak, he was sure that he’d just collapse here in place. He couldn’t do that though. He had his responsibility. He had to go through this arrest. That was his responsibility now.

→ → → → →

“Has Lieutenant Frances informed you about your rights?”

It was the first time that the agent – Special Agent Samanda Watson – was talking to him. Once she and her colleague Special Agent Daniel Harlington had taken him to the precinct in midtown, she hat put him into one of the interrogation rooms. They had left him alone there, pretending to have important things to prepare. Oliver was sure that they had just wanted to let him wait though.

That technique made sense when you wanted to build pressure for someone to confess his crimes. In his own case, Oliver wasn’t sure what the agents were trying to achieve by letting him wait. Maybe they just wanted to annoy him, or maybe they hope that if he was tried enough or hungry enough, he would tell them more.

Obviously, these people didn’t know what he had been through. He had experienced hunger and thirst and more pain than he could ever put in words. Oliver wasn’t sure if he had been at this low ever before because he had never had that much to lose, but he knew that he wouldn’t fall apart here and now. If there was something that would stop him from doing so, it was knowing what more he’d lose if he did.

“I know my rights.”

SA Watson cocked her head slightly. “That is not an answer.”

“He did not.”

Oliver sat on his chair stiffly. His back was straight, his forearms were resting on the top of the table, his hands flat against the surface.

“In that case I will.” She put her hands behind her back and looked at him with a stony face. “You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult a lawyer before speaking to the police and to have a lawyer present during questioning now or in the future. Have you understood your rights?”

“I have.”

SA Watson took two large steps to the chair at the opposite side of the table and sat down there. She waited without talking and just looked at him instead.

“Do you want a lawyer?”

“I don’t need one.”

Again, Agent Watson fell silent. She narrowed her eyes at Oliver slightly, but she didn’t show what she was thinking.

“So you are the Green Arrow.”

“I am.”

“Just the Green Arrow?”

“I have been the Arrow and the Hood before that.”

It felt like forever ago that he had been anything else than the Green Arrow. The Hood had been a terrible mistake. The Arrow had been a attempt at doing things right. He hadn’t given up that persona voluntarily. Looking back, it felt like it had come at the right time though. He had grown out of the Arrow because what had started as a mission and turned into a job had eventually become a calling.

He hadn’t asked for that calling, but he had followed it once he had understood it. Few people were able to do what he had done because most people lacked the abilities or the opportunities he had had. It had taken him a while to understand it and even longer to accept it, but it had been his calling.

“Someone else confessed it, someone named Lucas Barnes.”

“He was terminally ill and I saved his daughter in the chaos that erupted in February 2017 when some prisoners escaped.”

Special Agent Watson puckered her lips. “And you didn’t think about quitting once and for all after that?”

“No.” Oliver frowned. “Or yes. Or… I don’t know.”

He didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. No matter whether he had thought about it, he had proceeded with his work. He always would have.

“So why did you decide to turn yourself in?”

“Because Blood Rose, the woman that threatened to set off bombs in the city and that did set off the bomb at Magnuson Plaza demanded it. There would have been more bombs, and innocent lives would have been taken.”

Special Agent Watson didn’t reply to that. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back in the chair. She narrowed her eyes once more and cocked her head just a little bit to the side. She looked at his face like there was a difficult movie playing there that she tried to follow.

“This city has a… kindness… for you.” She dipped her head to the side a little bit more. “Why is that?”

It was obvious that SA Watson did not come from Starling City or at least Oliver assumed so. She came from somewhere where there were no vigilantes. That was why she was so suspicious or whatever to call it. She didn’t know what to think about it. She didn’t see much good in it, but she saw what people here thought about vigilantes, and it made her curious.

The answer to her question was complicated though. It was the result of a long history. It had been a process. Just like it had been a process for Oliver to develop the Green Arrow. He hadn’t always seen it as a calling, so why would the people in the city have seen it like that?

“I think they have seen the good that it can do,” Oliver answered eventually, “because vigilantes are not bound by law.”

“You mean they break the law.”

“Yes.” Oliver nodded his head. “They break the law to find criminals and take them down before they can even more harm. They gather evidence and make sure that the police gets hold of it. They can do what the police cannot do. Once people found out that they could trust the vigilantes, they did trust that they would keep them safe.”

Something in SA Watson’s face told Oliver that she wasn’t satisfied with the answer. It probably seemed too simple for her. She wanted to know more. She wanted to hear all the little and big steps that it had taken. The people had been scared of the vigilantes and had wanted to be rid of them for a long time. Now they were accepting and protecting them. They came to them for help.

“What about the police?” she continued instead. “How did they come to accept you doing their job.”

“The same way,” Oliver replied, “as they came to see that the vigilantes could do what they couldn’t do. Once they saw that we were just doing their groundwork, the work that really they are legally prohibited to do, but that we do not hurt anyone innocent, they learned to trust us.”

She opened her mouth to speak again, but a knock at the door made her stop. She glanced at the door that didn’t open. Without another look at Oliver, she went to the door and left the room.

Oliver took in a long breath and released it slowly. He looked back over his shoulder at the door that was closed again now. With the silence and solitude he was in now, he allowed himself a moment of weakness. He lowered his head to his forearms on the table and closed his eyes.

He wasn’t focused, and he knew that. He had talked about them being a team repeatedly. He was only lucky that the agent hadn’t asked anything about it yet. Of course he wouldn’t say anything about them, no matter how unfocused he was. Still, he guessed he should avoid that subject as much as possible.

Taking in another deep breath, Oliver lifted his head and went back to sit in his stiff position. His gaze landed on the microphone on the table, and he realized that it hadn’t been switched on. He wasn’t sure if Special Agent Watson had just forgotten about it, or if she had done it on purpose.

He didn’t get time to think about it though because the door opened just a moment later. He felt his muscles tense.

“Hey.”

Oliver’s head snapped back at the sound of Nick’s voice. He had stepped into the room and leaned back against it. He looked at Oliver with worry.

“Have you talked to Felicity tonight?” Oliver asked immediately.

Nick nodded his head. “Yes. She’s home with the kids and… she… she was still awake when all this chaos started, so she stayed up and watched the news. She watched you turning yourself in.”

A cover story, just in case someone eavesdropped on them. Good, Oliver thought to himself, that was good.

“I guess she is in shock.”

“In shock, worried, scared.” Nick nodded his head. “All of it really.”

He left his position at the door and stepped further into the room. She shot a brief look back over his shoulder towards the door before he stepped closer to Oliver.

“Look, I can just… leave the door open,” he said, “and get you out of here. You-“

“-would be on the run for the rest of my life,” Oliver ended the sentence with a firm shake of his head, “and that would mean I would either make Felicity and the kids fugitives too, or I would have to leave them behind completely without any chance at seeing them again. Besides, Blood Rose is still out there, and she is certainly not finished here yet.”

Nick pressed his lips together. He knew that Oliver was right, but he didn’t like the answer nonetheless. He didn’t want to accept that there was nothing that he could do to stop what had started once Oliver had turned himself in.

“We are looking for Blood Rose,” Nick said, looking at him meaningfully to make sure that Oliver knew it wasn’t just the police but also the team that was looking for her, “but it’s difficult to find her. She has erased all of her traces, it seems. We are doing everything that can though.”

Oliver nodded his head. As long as the team had Felicity, they would be able to find Blood Rose. She had proved to be an expert with technic, but nobody was as good as Felicity. If Blood Rose was out there, Felicity would find her.

“I need you to watch after Felicity and the kids,” Oliver said firmly, “because they are without protection now and-“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nick hissed, “that is already taken care of. Bruce sent an army of security staff to Starling as well as to Boston for William.”

Oliver felt a corner of his lips twitching. No matter what happened, you could rely on Bruce to know it and act immediately. Oliver was surprised that he hadn’t come to Starling City with a helicopter the moment that he had heard it. With Bruce and the team, his family was in good hands.

Oliver looked towards the door briefly. He wanted to ask how the team was and what safety measures they had taken. The police might not be able to arrest them even if they suspected them to be, but criminals might come to the conclusion and try to attack them. They needed to be careful too.

With the agents and all the other police officers in the precinct, Oliver couldn’t ask that question though. It was too dangerous. If he asked about the team, at least Nick could be linked to the Green Arrow. He couldn’t let that happen.

He didn’t need to ask though. Nick seemed to understand what Oliver needed to hear anyway.

“Everyone is safe.”

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“Docket Number 11-19-41-73. The people versus Oliver Jonas Queen.”

Oliver was tired. He had been up all night which wasn’t a problem. He was used to living with a lack of sleep. One night was nothing compared to what he had been through before. He felt like the happiness he had been so sure of these last years had been robbed from him now. It wasn’t like all light had been taken away. It was rather like he had been locked into a dark room that he tried to get out of because all light was out there, but no matter what he tried the door refused to open.

During those times that he had been left waiting in the interrogation room, he had had a lot of time to think about a metaphor to describe it. He feared it wasn’t really creative, and he wished it was the worst of his worries.

“Murder. Aggravated assault. Assault with intent. Menacing. Trespassing.”

Those were the same charges that he had been accused of all those years ago when he had returned from the island. Rightfully of course, Oliver should add.

Free the Green Arrow! Free the Green Arrow! Free the Green Arrow!

The voices from the protestors outside couldn’t be blocked out. They were clearly audible. When they had arrived here, there had been two dozen of them maybe. Now there had to be more. It had to be a lot more from the volume of those voices.

The judge, a man in his fifties, looked at Oliver with a deep frown. He had pushed his glasses to the tip of his nose to read some documents. Now he pushed it back into place though.

“Where is your attorney, Mr. Queen?”

“Already here, Your Honor.”

Oliver looked back over his shoulder to see Laurel crossing the courtroom with quick steps. She was wearing a black costume and carried a briefcase with her. Stepping next to Oliver, she put the briefcase to the table in front of them. She hadn’t looked at him yet. Even now her eyes were directed at the judge.

“Dinah Laurel Lance-Merlyn, Your Honor,” she introduced himself, “I am here to plead Mr. Queen’s case.”

“What are you doing?” Oliver whispered.

“Ms. Lance.” The judge cocked his head. “As a graduate of law study, you should know that you as District Attorney cannot plead in Mr. Queen’s case.”

“I quit my job last night, Your Honor. Former Assistant District Chief Victor Perrez is taking on the position until a final decision was made.”

Oliver gritted his teeth. Laurel had worked very hard for this job. It must have been hard on her to make this decision. He was grateful for it, but he felt sorry that she had done so.

The judge seemed to be taken aback by this news even more than Oliver was. He looked from Laurel at Oliver and back again several times before he nodded his head slowly.

“Well, then…” He cleared his throat and looked disorientated for a moment. Soon he found his footing again though. “Your plea?”

Laurel shot a brief look at Oliver. He could see the insecurity in her eyes. Everyone who was involved in this, it seemed, was forced to accept things that they didn’t want to accept.

“Guilty,” Oliver said out loud, looking at the judge. “I plead guilty.”

The judge looked at Oliver for a long moment. His face was still unreadable. Interestingly, even he didn’t seem to feel too comfortable to be here today.

Free the Green Arrow! Free the Green Arrow! Free the Green Arrow!

“What about a bail?”

Laurel and the assistant district attorney, a young man in a suit that looked like it was a little too large, looked at each other for a brief moment. When the assistant district attorney stayed quiet, Laurel turned back to the judge.

“Your Honor, Mr. Queen is a settled man. He has family in Starling City that he would not leave. He also turned himself in voluntarily, and he had pleaded guilty. There is no flight risk.”

Oliver looked at the judge intently. He doubted that he would get the chance. He was almost sure that the assistant DA would state that Oliver was too dangerous to leave and that his family’s money would give him every opportunity to run away if he wanted. The judge would agree, and Oliver would be taken to a high security prison to wait for the trail.

“I tend to agree to that,” the assistant DA said slowly, “but I think we should limit the risk of Mr. Queen leaving the city or… continuing his… crimes… nonetheless.”

“An ankle device?”

The assistant DA shrugged his shoulders. “Yes. And daily visits of the SCPD. Three times a day.”

“Both parties agree?”

“Yes, You Honor.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Then bail is set at 25 million dollars. 7.5 million dollars bond. Defendant to see Probation for the fitting of the device.”

Oliver couldn’t believe what had just happened. He hadn’t thought that he could possibly be free on bail. It hadn’t seemed possible just a minute ago.

Laurel and the prosecutor approached the judge. Laurel handed out what looked like a check. Apparently, she had hoped that things would end this way. At least she seemed like she had been prepared for this.

When she came back to the desk, she looked at him intently. “You can leave now. McKenna is going to drive you home and tell you everything you need to know about the ankle device and-“

“I already know that, so-“

“You need to go home now.”

Oliver nodded, getting back. He still felt like he was numb. He could barely feel his body. Everything hurt and felt disconnected at the same time, like it wasn’t part of his body. He had a thousand things to do – finding Blood Rose first and foremost – but he really just felt like taking his entire family and roll up in bed with them.

“Anything new on Blood Rose?” he asked with low voice.

“We are looking for her,” Laurel said back, “so is A.R.G.U.S.”

Of course A.R.G.U.S. was looking for her too. Thanks to Lyla, they would certainly share the information with the team. Joining forces seemed to be a good idea in this case anyway. Blood Rose had already made clear that she wasn’t playing around.

“Oliver, you need to go home.”

“Trust me, there is no other place I would want to go to more now. Thank you for your help by the way, and I am so, so sorry that you quit and-“

“Oliver.” Laurel’s voice was sharp, and she looked at him with piercing eyes. “You have to go home. Now.”

Oliver felt his heart skipping a beat or two before it started racing in his chest. His muscles tensed, and his breathing faltered. Something was not okay.

“What happened?” he asked. “What’s wrong?” Laurel looked at him, empathy and pity in her eyes. “It’s Mia.”

[chrisevansredbelt]

can we please hear more about frank and reader in fight and fuck????? like backstory to how their Relationship started!

love the fic so muchhhhh

She

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: gun violence, fighting, choking, being mean 👎

summary: prologue of fight and fuck 🙀

series masterlist here!

finally finished the whole series set!!! now gonna work on short one shots related to the series but not exactly following a specific timeline/storyline.

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“Got something,” David catches Frank attention, listening intently to the police radio in front of him before unplugging it from the headset so that Frank can hear. “Stolen files from the Empire State.”

Frank approaches David’s side, listening to the rest of the police radio while David types into his computer and soon finds himself looking through the security cameras of the very building.

From what can be seen, the place is in disarray. Papers scattered everywhere, broken glass, frazzled employees.

“Rewind it.” Frank orders and David complies, rewinding the footage.

Frank squints as he focuses intently on a dark figure heading in the opposite direction of the scene with his head down, barging through the crowd of people that stop and look.

“Tap into the cameras in that joint.” Frank orders again, and David obliges, “Now the next one, Subway.” It’s not entirely difficult to tap into security cameras of establishments in New York, not with David’s technology and skills it isn’t, at least.

David finally sees what Frank had be so closely looking at, following this figures journey as they suspiciously walk at a fast pace. He could very well be the perpetrator of whatever went down.

David furrows his brows, however, when he can no longer see the figure- lost in the darkness and shit quality of the security footage. “Where’d he go?” He wonders aloud, frantically searching the screen.

“Wait for it.” Frank mumbles, watching as a police car speeds by, before darting his eyes back to where he thinks he might be. And he’s proven correct as once the police car turns the corner of the street, the person reemerges from beside the dumpster, “There.” Frank points to the screen.

The two continued to follow the suspected perp for ten blocks until they reached some dingy little Italian restaurant (with security cameras better than most that they had seen from well established places).

The guy had walked into some small stairwell which they could only assume was his home. The camera was too low for them to see the name of the building, but they knew the way so that’s all that really mattered.

Swinging in his chair, David huffs, “What could he possibly need government files for?”

“Probably some dark web, anti government, terrorist dick.” Frank shrugs, slipping on his hoodie and picking up the keys to the van, “Come on.”

-

They eventually arrived outside of the building they had been surveilling not too long ago, both marvelling up at the eloquence of the building seemingly housing some terrorist.

“Ee collee dee dancey dee la opera,” David poorly pronounces the sign that sits atop the building, “What a mouthful.”

“There’s kids up there.” Frank states matter of factly, ignoring David.

“The lights are off upstairs.” David then notes, craning his neck to look up at the top floor.

“That would just be office space, wouldn’t it?” Frank asks to which David just shrugs.

And so they venture out further, exiting the van and trying their luck with the door of the staircase. To their surprise, it’s unlocked.

There’s not much out of the ordinary, it’s clean, smells nice. If anything, it’s a little too boujee for Franks liking, gold framed oil paintings and a rugged staircase with mahogany railings.

On soft feet, they ascend the stairs. There are only 4 floors, the first three appearing to be just dance studio rooms. Occupied, as well. It appears class is in session.

“Staff only.” Frank sighs as he reads the small wooden plaque adorning the door of the very top floor, “No cameras either, of course.” He mutters, looking in each corner of the roof. You’d think, a place as expensive as this, would have a little bit of security… you know, to protect the clearly valuable assets. Frank tries his luck with the door knob, but huffs when it’s locked, “Doors locked. No way he could’ve gotten out.”

They both just stand there for a while, looking around the floor as they try and decipher where or how the man could’ve possibly entered the building…and just disappear. He had to have escaped or climbed up onto the roof somehow or something.

“Feels like a Scooby Doo episode.” David scoffs in disbelief, clearly finding more humour in this than Frank.

Frank just glared at him for a moment before shaking his head and trodding back down the stairs.

Before David followed suit, he dug around in his pocket and fished out a small security camera bug that he had on hand at all times. Peeling off the back part to expose the adhesive, he stuck it right underneath the picture frame of a painting facing directly opposite the staff door.

He wasn’t sure if he’d get anything from it, but being the mastermind behind The Punishers weapons and gadgets, he felt it was only cinematic to do so.

-

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding once they had left.

You almost shit your pants when you heard the jiggle of your door knob in the middle of cleaning a cut you had received in your endeavour to flee.

Heart beating out of your chest, you lightly stepped towards the door. It was at this moment you wished you had a little peep hole to look through, but you knew it would blow your cover of living there. What staff office had a peep hole?

So, you lowered your entire body to the ground, stomach flat against the cold floor as you peeled under the crack of your door and saw two booted feet.

You swallowed thickly, your only thought being that they were police. As you listened in to their conversation, you confirmed as much.

Fuck.

And then they left.

One lingered for a while, you think. Well, his feet stayed still for a while and he whistled a light tune joyfully. You don’t know what he did, but he was soon gone and you could finally breathe again.

-

The following night, both men had stayed in. No pressing concerns over the police radio had occurred except for the usual attacks and gun fights on the train or in the streets.

No new news on the recent event last night aside from the pending investigation that was yet to reveal anything. Frank could only scoff. He would bet a lot of money if he and David were FBI, they’d solve every single case in a few hours.

Speaking of David, he had been waiting patiently for his phone to go off. The camera he had installed played a very distinct alarm once it detected movement- different to all the other sounds and haptics. Yet he couldn’t help himself when he’d gotten other notifications, he just had to look.

David yawned as he looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. About to throw in the towel, pushing his chair out to go to bed, his phone went off.

Frank jumped at the blasting sound of Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani playing out of David’s phone, whipping his head around and watching on as David scrambles to grab the keys to the van.

“We got movement!” He points to the computer screen, which shows a very clear video of their perp exiting the door they were at just last night.

-

David drives as Frank sits in the passenger seat. The plan is for them to find this person and take them captive and question them. Duh, what else?

It’s late out by now, half past midnight so it’s pretty quiet out.

They don’t exactly know where to look, but they circle around the block of the home in search of the perp. From both of their fleeting glances of the footage, he’s wearing a hoodie with a puffer on top, some cargo pants and a baseball cap… so basically every fucking New Yorker.

Upon turning into a dead street, Franks eyes light up and he points, “There.”

David slows the car down, turning off the headlights and nearing the curb. Frank slowly opens the door the van and David comes to a stop, preparing to hop out and open the back up for when Frank has to drag him in.

The coast is luckily clear, a dark street that no one would probably bat an eye to in the instance of a kidnapping.

Frank slowly creeps up behind the guy, them clueless to their surroundings and from what Frank can hear, they’re listening to music.

Perfect.

As a smaller alleyway comes up, Frank finds the perfect time to attack. Practically throwing them into the alleyway, Frank pulls the surprisingly light man up by his puffer and throws him up against the wall.

However, he finds himself halting his attack as a light squeak erupts from the person he currently has pinned against the wall. Acrylic nails claw at his hands that press against their asophagus.

As he gets a proper look of the face, the dim flickering light against the brick wall reveals a delicate face. A girl.

For a second, Frank thinks he’s got the wrong one. He’s just physically assaulted an innocent women probably making her way home. Fuck, fuck-

That is until, however, you take Franks moment of vulnerability to kick your knee up into his crotch and headbutt him as his hands fly away from your neck.

The fact that you’re not begging for your life is the only thing that convinces Frank that you are, in fact, the right one. You’ve been the one all along.

Though you gets out of his hold, you’re still effectively blocked off from freedom, as Frank stands before the normal street, trapping you in the alleyway.

You look as if you’re about to make a run for it though, or at least calculating how to get out of the situation.

Frank makes the first move however, throwing a punch but missing as you all but fall to the ground. You kick him in the shin, right in the funny bone that not even The Punisher can withstand.

He huffs through the pain however, dying on the inside, and stalks towards you on the ground. You scurry back against the dirty road, kicking your legs as he approaches you and catching him in the cheek.

That seems to hurt as he holds his cheek for a moment. You really take your opportunity of freedom this time and run for it.

And Frank let’s you.

David gasps when he sees you run out of the alleyway, bolting in the opposite direction before turning the street and disappearing from view.

Running to the alleyway, with the only logical conclusion that Frank had lost the fight and been killed, he sighs gratefully when he sees Frank coming to a stand.

Finally turning, David gets a good look at the red mark on his cheek that’s dripping a small speck of blood, “He got you good.”

“Yeah.” Frank mumbles, limping past him, “She did.”

David’s eyes almost bulge out of his head. He stutters over his sentence, following behind Frank back to the van.

“She?” He asks in disbelief, “Shit, was it the right person-“

“It’s been her the whole time.” Frank grumbles, wincing as he hauls his ass into the van. The headache from your headbutt kicking in full force.

David gets in the other side, but doesn’t immediately start the car. Instead he just goes deep into thought before humming, “Curiouser and curiouser.”

With his head thrown back against the head rest, Frank just slowly turns it and glares at David before shutting his eyes, “Shut up and drive.”

-

Back home, neither had slept though it was well into the early morning. No, Frank was determined and genuinely curious.

Pausing the frame in which you exit the ‘staff only’ door, they both purse their lips. Yep, always been her.

“Think you can ID her?” Frank asks and David nods instantly.

“Give me a sec.” He types a bunch into his computer, freezing the footage and scanning her face. It’s all too much for Frank to understand but eventually a white screen with a bunch of matrix-like information pops up.

He clicks a link and is soon taken to a PDF report… from the NYPD.

“Y/F/N.” He states, sliding to the left to let Frank have a look, “Not much here except an arrest for accessing confidential government information online.”

“Does it say what?”

“No… She was only 15 when she did it though.”

Franks eyes scan the document, blinking at some annotations, “She grew up in an orphanage.”

“Villain origin story.” David shakes his head, “Home run. Residential address. Online shopping, silent killer.” The address was in fact the address of the top floor of the ballet studio, but that’s not what interested Frank.

“Look what she bought.”

-

“I look so fucking stupid.” Frank sighs, readjusting his balls in the tight ass postman jumpsuit.

David hands him the overly large cardboard box and Frank exits the van, throwing a matching cap on his head.

Frank approaches the door and follows the printed out delivery instructions they found last night.

‘Ring buzzer please. Press 3 and then the bell.”

Doing as it says, he faintly hears a small ringing sound and it’s not long before it’s being picked up.

There’s no greeting, however the green light now displaying tells Frank that he should probably talk.

“Package.Needs a signature.” He tries to change his voice a bit, hoping to God you didn’t recognise it from the other night.

“Okay. Come up.” There’s an unlocking sound that comes from the door and Frank enters the familiar stairwell.

It’s not that the box is heavy, it’s empty, but it was just so inconveniently large and the staircase so inconveniently small.

However he finally makes it to the top. The door is shut as he goes to knock, but it swings open, revealing you.

Franks glad you don’t look at him much- not that it matters now. He had you exactly where he needs you and he can strike at any time.

“Heavy stuff.” He remarks, handing you the clipboard for you to scribble your signature on.

“Yeah.” You automatically reply, a fake smile on your face as you scribble a smiley face onto his paper, still not looking up at the him.

“Who you gonna kill with it?”

That, at least, gets your attention. You look up at him confused, half smiling thinking that he’s just joking with you- but when you get a better look at his face, your smile is long gone.

It all happened so quick, you barely had time to react and found yourself pinned to the ground.

You groaned as he landed on top of you, straddling your waist to keep you grounded.

“What’re you playing at?”

You squirmed and thrashed underneath him, but he was just so heavy it was frustrating and tiring trying to fight back.

“God, fat fuck.” You groan, throwing your head against the floor in defeat.

“Answer the fucking question.”

You cough slightly as the air is knocked out of your lungs yet again as he presses down further on your chest. You just grip dig your nails into his skin and smile up at him, “So The Punisher hits women as well?” You ask, voice rasp as his hand constricts against your vocal cords.

“Equal rights.” Is all he mumbles and you roll your eyes, “Answer the question, who’re you trying to kill?”

“I thought the question was ‘what am I playing at?’” His hand around your throat only tightens and you really do your best to show that it’s not bothering you, when deep inside, your heart is racing and your lungs burn. “Arnim Zola.” You weakly answer, finally, “He killed my parents and I won’t stop until I kill him.” You watch Frank above you as he blinks dumbly down at you, taking note of how his hand was slowly unclasping from your throat, “I’ll be doing you a favour as well. He was more than good friends with the Kitchen.”

“No.” His hand tightens back around your neck, “You kill him and and they’re gonna lock me up because they’ll think I did it.”

“It’s the perfect plan.” You shrug, smiling up at him.

He just stares down at you now, knowing how badly he was cutting off your air supply- how easy it would be to end your life right now. But he wanted a fight. His ego was shattered from technically losing the fight the other night and his subconscious wants a rematch.

Still holding you in place, he cuffs his pants up from his right leg and reveals a holster strapped to his anger, and pulls out the gun that’s nestled inside.

You swallow, difficult against his hand, as he brings the gun up to your temple. “Then I guess I’ll just have to kill you.”

Side eyeing the gun, you somehow manage to stay calm, maintaining your witted nature, “Do your worst, cowboy.”

You seemingly both wait for him to shoot the shot. Pull the trigger. Kill you.

He’s stalling. Because he’s scared. He doesn’t actually want to kill you, he wants a negotiation. He wants to scare you into one.

As you stare up at him, waiting for his move, you get him right where you want him. You confuse him with your nonchalant demeanour, especially in such a vulnerable state with a gun pressed to your head. So he tries to decipher what exactly you’re planning on doing- in the meantime, you’ve already begun.

Bringing your hips up, you knock him out of position, ultimately rendering him unorganised and weak. As he realises what’s happening, you’re hugging up at his torso to effectively switch positions. It takes a bit more effort now that he’s conscious that you’re fighting back, however, once you straddle his hips now and pin his arms above his head, he’s done.

As you dig your nails into his wrist, he involuntarily lets go of the gun. Much like you, he struggles underneath you and you can visibly see how surprised he is that he can’t get out from underneath you.

“Let me do what I need to do and I’ll make sure neither of us get into trouble.” You order.

Before he can even quip back a reply, you pistol whip him with his own weapon and knock him out cold.

With great strength, you manage to haul his body out into the small hallway where his friend somehow managed to enter the building and retrieve his friend. You don’t know him at all- but from the looks of him and the fact that he’s not attacking you right now, you’re not scared of him.

You just scoff as you watch the lanky man attempt to carry the bag of bones and muscle down the tiny stairwell, every so often hitting his head against the wall and apologising.

Kicking the box that had been discarded by Frank when he had tackled you, you scoff as you find it empty. Dang it, you were excited to finally play with your new gun.

Ah well, Franks Beretta 92 will do for now.

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[thefanficmonster]

Dodging Hints

Valkyrae x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Harmless, Non-Suggestive Flirting (idk if that counts), Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: One can easily overthink, overlook or misunderstand signals sent to them by the person they’re interested in. But, then there’s Rae who, according to basically everyone who knows her and Y/N, is actively dodging any and all hints thrown at her.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for request a fic with Rae, I don’t have many of those and it’s safe to say you made me super happy with your ask! So sorry you’ve had to wait so long for the fic to be written and posted but here it is now and I hope you come across it, give it a read and enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey Corpse, is Y/N gonna be running late or what?“ Rae should’ve automatically known better than to ask that question while in the call with three of the biggest shippers of her and said missing player Y/N.

She should’ve known better than to literally paint a target on her back like this and be the recipient of Lord knows how many teases to come in the following four hours they have been planning to spend playing different multiplayer games. She doesn’t even have the stream shield today, the whole event happening off-camera has her defenseless against her friends who are not known for hesitating before being honest.

“Don’t you know?“ Corpse kicks off today’s ‘annoying Rae‘ session in his signature suggestive tone of voice when he answers her question with one of his own.

“How am I supposed to know, Corpse?“ Being down this road many times, Rae has grown tired of dealing with it and now tends to reply to their snarky remarks with a monotone, exhausted tone to let them in on how ridiculous she sees them as.

Her method hasn’t proven to be successful so far but she can always keep trying, right?

“Oh please, how could you not? You two are constantly in each other’s orbit there’s no way there’s something you don’t know about each other.“ He replies, semi-annoyed.

Well, there’s at least one thing Y/N doesn’t know about me, Rae thinks to herself, shaking her head to push the thought away.

Little does she know, there’s at least one thing she doesn’t know about Y/N as well.

She sighs, “This is clearly not going anywhere. Does anyone else know where she is?“

Poki cuts her friend’s losses, surprisingly withholding the urge to tease her even a little bit as she answers her question, “She won’t be joining us. Last minute event to attend or something, I don’t know, she was talking eleven miles an hour over the phone but that’s what I managed to comprehend...Sorry she can’t be here.“ Although the comment slipped her on accident, she said it genuinely and in no way with the intentions of getting on Rae’s nerves which she gladly appreciates.

“It’s ok.“ She says, faking a smile in her voice, However, if Rae’s being honest, it’s ok only partly. It’s not so much that Y/N can’t be here - that too, but not as much as it has to do with the second reason: she didn’t tell her. She told Poki instead. Normally, she’d be the first to know if her friend wouldn’t be attending a stream or join the call but today she was completely left in the dark.

She doesn’t say anything regarding those concerns, though, and allows the cheery and joyful atmosphere her friends have created take her over as well. As much as she can allow herself to get distracted, at least.

However, she doesn’t need to say anything for Corpse to catch onto that fake happiness in her voice. But he doesn’t say anything either, knowing better than to talk to her about it in front of an ‘audience’.

And so the round begins with so many things unsaid.

Rae’s rather uninterested in the tasks she’s completing or the game in general.

So much for taking my mind off of it, she scoffs inwardly, afraid someone might hear her if she says it out loud considering they’re playing with proximity chat.

And boy is she glad she didn’t say it because only seconds later, as she’s doing the wiring task in Electrical, Corpse waltzes in.

“Sup Corpse?“ She asks as she finishes said task, glad she’s taking suspicion off herself as the bar fills up a bit more as evidence that she’s in the clear.

“Ok, enough of that, either tell me what’s going on or I’m killing you.“ He threatens weakly, clearly repressing a grin as he says it.

Rae rolls her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Corpsy...”, she trails off, thinking of a way she can get out of the situation. Truth be told, she doesn’t mind getting killed in the game. It’s just a game and she could really use a break to do something that totally has nothing to do with checking up on Y/N. Definitely nothing to do with that. No way.

“Don’t undermine my intelligence, Rae, I see right through you.“ Corpse replies, causing Rae to press her lips together in a line, finding herself backed up in a corner. “And if you don’t believe the threat...“ He jumps in the vent on his left real quick as to prove a point, not that he really needed to, anyway.

“Ok, ok, I get it! Come back.“ It’s only now that she realizes just how much she’s needed to talk to someone about it. But she’d be damned if she admitted it. “Since you’re so adamant on jabbing your nose where it doesn’t belong, I guess I’ll fill you in on....everything?“

Jumping out of the vent, Corpse doesn’t try to hide his enthusiasm, “I’m all ears.“

"Ok, ok, you're being too much right now. It's not like there's anything to tell really." Rae says, rolling er eyes, "I like Y/N, she doesn't like me back, that's that."

She can hear the sound of Corpse face palming and sighing like a parent would when their child disappoints them.

"It's getting real hard to believe you're not doing this on purpose." He says, exasperated.

She furrows her brows in confusion, "Doing what on purpose?"

"Ignoring Y/N's hints, damn it! You're practically dodging them and making it seem as though you couldn't care less about them and her altogether!"

She retaliates, "I'm not ignoring anything, you're just reading too much into it! You know better than anyone that she's like that with everyone! She's naturally sweet, kind, caring and flirty with just about every single person she ever meets." Her voice falls to a whisper when she finishes her statement, the words stinging, "I'm not special to her."

"Okay, fuck this, I'm done with this." Without a second to spare, Corpse kills Rae in an instant, earning him a surprised and downright offended scream from her.

"HEY! What the hell, Corpse?!"

"There, now you can give Y/N a call." He replies, sounding satisfied and smug as ever before walking off, leaving her and her dead body behind.

Still infuriated, Rae leans back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling as if that’s what’s gonna pick a solution for her and present it before her eyes so she can make her next move. Truth is, she doesn’t even know if she wants to make one. It’s confusing and risky and so overwhelming to think that with a single sentence she can ruin a friendship or make it awkward forever from this point onward.

She runs a hand through her hair, feeling stranded on a tightrope with a bottomless abyss below. On one hand, she cannot hold it in and keep herself in the dark like this anymore; on the other, however, the risk is too big. Either way, it doesn’t look like she’ll be able to make it across. Either way, she’ll fall, but ‘how?’ is the question that’s troubling her.

Oh, what the hell? A friendly phone call is the least I can resort to right now, she decides with a sigh, hoping she’ll be able to improvise in the moment and figure out what she’s gonna say or do. And as a person who tends to plan everything in advance, she’s terrified.

She sits in loud silence as the dialing tone pierces her ear, half hoping Y/N won’t pick up the call and then hating herself because of her because of it. The wait is what’s driving her crazy the most - it doesn’t sit right with her that a dial tone is standing between her and the potentially biggest confession of her life.

“Hey hun!“ The cheery and upbeat as always voice of Y/N’s surprises the streamer, freeing her from her thoughts. There’s some background noise suggesting she’s still out and about in the city.

“Hi Y/N. Um, is everything alright? Are you ok?“ She cringes - as mentioned, improvisation is not her typical choice of handling situations.

Y/N is quick to reply though, “Oh, didn’t Poki tell you? My friend’s baby shower is tomorrow and I need to get a gift. You know me and my procrastination.” She laughs, “Suggestions are welcome, by the way. That is if you’ve got the time, of course. Oh, and say hi to the others.“

Just as Rae is about to respond with a semi-dismissive and slightly indecisive response, she gets an idea and swerves in a different lane, “Where are you? I can come help you out in person.”

The bafflement is clear in Y/N’s voice when she speaks again, “Wait, what about the gathering?”

“Technical difficulties, my computer’s a piece of crap.“ Finally a proper improvisation, “So...where are you?“

“Aww, someone’s eager to spend time with me.“ She gushes teasingly, reddening Rae’s cheeks.

She rolls her eyes, “As if you’re not eager to hang out with me too.“

Scoffing playfully, the girl dodges a direct answer and instead tells the other girl her whereabouts.

                                                          *  *  *

“You’re a life saver, I gotta admit, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.“ Y/N says, taking a sip of her soda.

The two are sitting in the food court of the mall, a giant, thankfully folded, baby carriage sitting by Y/N’s chair as the two have lunch, chit chatting after the long day they - especially Y/N - have had.

“I indeed am, among other things.“ Rae shrugs smugly, “And also thank you for lunch, you really didn’t have to.”

The other girl shakes her head, “It’s the least of a thanks I can express. And plus, I’m chivalrous.” She winks, earning herself an eye-roll from her friend.

“Not you’re not! Corpse would die laughing if he heard that claim.“ She says, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

“He can knock himself out - I’m only chivalrous for you.“ She leans back, making eye contact with Rae, making her heart skip a beat.

Little does she know, Rae’s does the same.

That eye contact, that is enough to get the words out of Rae, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t joining the gathering?”

Y/N is not at all taken aback by the question and is instead quick to shrug, “I didn’t want to bother you. I can take the hint that you’re avoiding me.” She fakes a small curve at the corner of her lips to upkeep her ‘it is what it is’ appearance, “Didn’t think you’d even notice my absence, if I’m being honest.”

The streamer’s eyebrows furrow as her posture automatically shifts to slightly leaning over the table, eyes lingering on the hand Y/N’s rested on the table, barely managing to prevent her own from taking hold of it. “That was the first thing I noticed - and I don’t care how fake or cheesy it sounds to you, but it’s the truth. You’re the first person that came to mind when I accepted Sykkuno’s invitation to the event. I was so excited to talk to you and was hoping we’d get impostors together cuz....well, I don’t know, we just work well together.”

Y/N exhales defeatedly, but there’s also some relief in the mix, “You know I thought of the same thing but mirrored - I didn’t want to take part in the gathering in the first place, the gift was just a convenient excuse.” She rests her forehead in the palm of her hand, “I mean, it’s one thing to like somebody and give them subtle signs, and another to make them uncomfortable with said signs. Seems to me I crossed that line.”

Looking down, she fails to notice the shock and astonishment on Rae’s face as a result of her words, unable to believe what she heard.

“Wait...you like me? Like, like like me?“ She fidgets with her hands when Y/N’s eyes meet hers once again.

She shakes her head, “Thought I was obvious enough to have you start avoiding me. When your hints are that clear, it would only make sense for the other person to not ‘notice’ them if they’re purposely dodging them. Mostly cause they aren’t interested.” She sighs, fixating her gaze on the soda cup just so she doesn’t have to look at Rae, “Wish you’d just told me you weren’t interested. Would’ve made it a lot easier on me.”

“What do you mean I’m not interested in you?“ Now that manages to catch Y/N off guard finally, “I-I gave you space cause I felt like my feelings were making me suffocate you. I felt like I was pushing you away! I wish....I wish I didn’t let my mind talk me out of what my heart was telling me was the right thing.”

Raising an eyebrow, the other girl smirks, “So it did manage to talk you out of it?”

Rae returns her the smirk, “Not completely and definitely not anymore.”

Oh how Corpse would’ve been proud to see this take place. How he’d be overjoyed and/or yell ‘FUCKING FINALLY!’. How he’d make sure they know they owe him big time. Well, until he gets further disclosure, he’ll be in the dark about the kiss the two girls shared over a table in the food court of a mall.

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Meeting and Dating Truman Burbank

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- You and Truman first meet when you’re cast as an extra on the show.

- The long running sitcom needed more people to attend lectures and just linger around on campus during Truman's college years and you needed the money to put yourself through actual college so you applied for the job and got hired without a second thought. 

- Prior to “joining the cast” you’d thought the show was relatively harmless; probably because you were so detached from it. But that first day on set, the people waiting for their cues around you and Truman walking right past you ...it made things real for you. Real in a way you didn’t like. 

- You realized just how wrong all of this was. How invasive it felt for just plain old you. You couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Truman, the man with millions of cameras trained on him at all times without a say in what gets shown to the entire rest of the world; regardless of the fact that he didn't know it was happening. 

- But it was too late for you to do anything. You’d signed a contract; at least a few months of work as a background character, and you figured that the best way to help the man would be for you to get as much behind the scenes information as you could and hope that you could successfully hand it over to someone who could do something with it. 

- Nevertheless, there you were, on set and sitting through a mind-numbing college lecture.

- The first day Truman caught sight of you, you hadn’t noticed. You’d been too focused on doing your actual college work while the mock professor droned on a the front of the classroom to pay attention to the star of the sitcoms eyes falling on you. 

- It wasn’t until a few days later, when the boy passed up sitting in his usual seat in exchange for one that was open in the row behind you, that you actually took notice.

- It was hard not to when you knew that at least five different cameras were now aimed in your general direction and more than a few “students” around you stiffened in their seats; unsure of what to do when the star was so close. 

- Regardless, you tried your best to act natural and, when it felt less odd to do so, you turned and pretended that you were reading the clock that was hanging on the wall behind you. 

- When you did so, you found that Truman's eyes were already on you and you got your first really good look at the man. 

- You did your best to control your facial expressions and ignore your racing heart as you gave him a kind, courteous smile; turning back around in your seat once you did so. You wondered if it was just a coincidence; time would prove that thought wrong. 

- The first time that you actually talk to the boy is also the last. The show producers were only willing to let Truman's focus derail for so long and him very obviously falling for you; and making a move, was going to be the breaking point.

- So when he approaches you and tries to ask you out on a date, determined to get you to go out with him, you have to act fast before the crew has a chance to find a way to separate the two of you. I think you know how the rest of that interaction goes. 

- Fast forward a few years, you’re deep in the “Free Truman” campaign and the star of the program is beginning to realize that everything around him is fake. You watch with bated breath as the man who’s proven to have loved you for years, fights to find a way out and escape to you. 

- We all know how the Truman show ended so lets pick things up from there. You wait until the last possible minute before you rush out your door and drive to the outside of the dome, hoping to catch the man before he disappears into the real world. 

- By the time he makes it to the edge of town, there you are, leaned against your car with your arms crossed nervously against your chest. You look at him with hesitance and he looks at you like you’re an angel. 

- Before the two of you can say a single word to each other, his lips are pressing against yours and your arms are wrapping around each other. Once the two of you break apart, you laugh out an emotion filled hello and you tell him that he made it with a genuine, proud smile. 

- He looks around and murmurs that “[he] did” before the two of you head towards your car, ready to take on the world, together at last. 

- There’s not a ton of pda in your relationship but when there is, it’s definitely on the more innocent side of things. The two of you recognize that pretty much the entire world is watching you; since everyone knows who Truman is, and you both find that doing anything more than that feels a little strange.

- Handholding. 

- Hugs and cheek kisses. 

- Soft, loving kisses. 

- Truman is honestly a little inexperienced when it comes to relationships and affection. He’s only ever really had Meryl and that entire relationship was fabricated so it lacked the authentic feel of genuine love. 

- With that in mind, he really cherishes the bond that the two of you share and the way that you choose to show him you love him. Your heartfelt affection is incredibly different than Meryl’s shallow acting and it’s something that he really treasures. 

- The two of you will oftentimes lay facing each other, holding hands and talking until the early morning sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds. When you’re actually trying to sleep, you’ll oftentimes wind up being the little spoon; or the big spoon depending on the day. 

- He usually either just calls you by your given name or calls you “honey”. Although, sometimes he’ll jokingly call you his new costar and you’ll be forced to imagine what your life would be like if that was truly the case. 

- One of the first things he does when you get together is get a real photo of you; and maybe one of the two of you together. He’s been staring at a portrait he’s constructed of you for years, he’d finally like the real thing. 

- He has a fondness for geography and explorers so you’ve probably gotten him a bunch of maps and books about the world. He finds them really interesting and it’s cute to like come home and have him buzzing to tell you about the new things he’s learned.

- Helping him experience all the new and different things of the outside world. 

- Going on little, spontaneous adventures. 

- Traveling around a lot and going on a bunch of different vacations or not living in one place for a long time. He’s spent his entire life in Seahaven so of course he’d like to see a little bit of the rest of the world. 

- Beach dates and going sailing. After he faces his fears, he finds that he really enjoys the water and the free, openness of the ocean. 

- Mini golfing and bowling dates.

- Ice skating and leaf fights when the weather changes. He inevitably falls on his ass every time without fail but he still enjoys dragging you out to the same frozen over lake every year come winter time. 

- Taking a lot of walks together; whether through nature or through town/the city. He likes admiring the different atmospheres and the imperfections of all of them. 

- Sitting together and stargazing or watching the sunset and/or rise. He was amazed the first time he saw it since it was just so different from the sky he was used to seeing his entire life. 

- I feel like he’s an early bird so he’ll get up at the ass crack of dawn and go outside to watch the sunrise. You’ll oftentimes wake up to an empty bed and be forced to sleepily search the house before you catch a glimpse of him sitting outside. You’ll then just grab a blanket and join him, cuddling up beside him in the early morning cold.

- Catching him just standing and admiring the world around him. Sometimes you’ll be walking together and you’ll notice that he isn’t beside you anymore, only to look behind you and catch him staring at the sky or some other view like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it.

- Scrapbooks; especially if the two of you travel a lot. He likes keeping all his memories in one place and getting little souvenirs from the places you’ve gone to.

- He just sort of accepts you as the person you are, weird quirks and all. 

- He constantly memorizes little details about you; whether it be the bracelet you always wear or the way you crinkle your eyes when you smile. He just loves finding new things about you that he hadn’t taken notice of before.

- Having long talks and trying to learn as much as you can about each other. The two of you obviously have a lot to catch up on.

- Catching him doing impressions of people and playing pretend. 

- Corny and cute little jokes. He can always make you laugh when you need to. 

- He’s a very animated person and it’s delightful to watch and be a part of. You can’t help but enjoy all his overdramatic actions and the weird faces he pulls.

- Having people recognize him wherever you are or always having a bunch of people stopping and staring at the two of you. The entire world has watched this man since his birth, you’re gonna have a few fans notice him no matter where you go.

- Helping him come to terms with everything and supporting him whenever he needs; or doesn’t need, it.

- Helping him get over his different fears. He knows that he shouldn’t be scared of dogs and things like that but he just can’t help it. 

- Every now and again he’s bound to get a little paranoid; regardless of how well he’s adapted to the real world, so you’ll occasionally come home to like your clock taken apart on your kitchen table and you’ll just have to be understanding about it. 

- I feel like he’d either be really hesitant to buy name brand stuff; so your home will be filled with store brand or knockoff products, or he’d find a little comfort in it and want to purposefully buy it from time to time; even if the products aren’t that good.

- Matching outfits; particularly pajamas.

- I think that Truman sort of has a habit of developing routines; even if he wants to live more spontaneously, so the two of you will have your little traditions and everyday habits. 

- He also has a tendency to develop little relationships with the people around him; and he really enjoys the genuine feeling of interactions with those on the outside, so every now and again you'll realize that he’s grown to be quite friendly with the people who work at the grocery store or that old man who sits on his porch and so on. 

- He’s probably pretty fond of your family, he enjoys having an actual familial bond with people that genuinely care about him. That being said, it’s definitely going to be a bit of a shock to your family when this man who they've watched on tv and who everyone knows about is now borderline their son in law, but they’ll just have to get used to it, won’t they?

- Little considerate actions. Him buying you something you needed, getting you flowers, taking care of that thing that was bothering you, etc.

- He was sort of raised to be a gentleman so he always makes it a habit of his to open doors and pull out chairs for you and so on.

- I think there's definitely going to be a point in time where he feels the need to watch some of the show and there's nothing you can really do besides be there for him. It’s going to be an interesting experience, something that’s sort of heartwarming yet melancholy and invasive for him. Like watching old home videos while realizing that they aren’t at all private. 

- You’re the only person for him so you really don’t have to worry about his loyalty; since it will always stand with you. That being said, he does get jealous over you from time to time and usually acts sarcastic and has exaggerated reactions when he is. 

- After the life he’s lived, he doesn’t want anything to happen to you; again, so he is quite protective of you. He’s a bit worried that he’s gonna wake up one day and you’ll be gone and he’ll somehow be back in his fabricated life

- The two of you don’t fight very often but you do have some passionate arguments from time to time. 

- That being said, he hates arguing with you and he calms down pretty easily after he’s said what he felt he needed to say so your arguments don't last very long. The two of you will just get quiet for a few tense minutes and then one of you will apologize and the whole thing will be over. 

- There’s quite a few I love you’s in your relationship. He’s had to wait a long time to be able to say it so its just this heartwarming reminder of all he’s had to go through and the fact that he finally has you.

- He’s obviously not scared of marriage. I think he’d like to be anchored into the real world and to know that he can be with you for the rest of his life. Having a baby might have to wait but he’s ready to commit to you the minute you reunite.

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Live Stream Murderer (Part 2) | Spencer Reid x reader

Requested by @thatsonezesty13 / Summary: You’re kidnapped by the Live Stream Murderer, who is in search of his soulmate. He tortures the women for 36 hours and whoever lasts that long is in his eyes; his soulmate. Will you make it through the 36 hours of torture? 

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Your head was pounding, and you could feel your body was weak from the torture. How long had you been passed out? The last thing you remembered was a hot poker penetrating your side. There sitting in front of you was the man who would probably haunt your nightmares for forever.

He wore a sickening smile, “Hi.. I was wondering when you would wake up.” He stood up and held a red straw to your lips.

“Fuck you.” You whispered weakly. There was no telling what was in that drink and you weren’t about to find out. 

He frowned, “But you’ve made it 28 hours.. only 8 more and you’ll be,” His fingers went to caress your cheek, but you revolted at his touch, “my soulmate.” He said the last word like he was in a loving haze. 

You’d made it through 28 hours with this psychopath? You watched as the man went to the storage closet and pulled out multiple instruments and set them on the table next to you. He clicked a button on a remote and the camera in front of you flashed a red button. You figured it was live streaming now and there was a chance the whole world was watching this freak torture you; including Spencer. 

Oh, Spencer. Your heart felt overwhelmed at the thought of him. He’d suffered the loss of Maeve and you worried he would never recover. This was probably bringing those terrible emotions back to the surface. 

“I have to see if you can withstand more pain.” His voice was behind you and then a knife cutting the ties off your left arm. If you weren’t weak, you’d try to fight him with one hand, but with your injuries suffered so far and the knife still in your leg, there wasn’t much to do. 

“I have to see if you’re my soulmate.” His fingers gripped your upper arm, “This might hurt.” 

Your breathing increased as you wondered what was next. Your eyes fixated on the camera in front of you and you tried to focus on the one thing that made you happy. The one thing you loved most in this world. Spencer Reid. 

~ 

It was a trick you’d been taught during your training. You were keeping your mind preoccupied by coming up with various scenes, happy scenes. Spencer’s face crossed your mind and suddenly you were transported to a library. You were sitting across Spencer, books in front of the both of you. You could see him peeking every once and a while to look at you. You knew because you were doing the same thing to him. 

 “If you keep staring at me, we aren’t ever going to get this finished.” 

His fingers continued to dance across the page as he read and he gave a small smile, “I’m not staring at you.” 

“Okay.” You shut your book, amused, “Tell me what you just read.” 

His fingers stopped and he knew he’d been caught. He finally looked up at you, “I have no idea what I just read.” 

You let out a laugh, “Spencer Reid!” You stood, “We have to finish this paper for Dr. Johnson’s class!” Grabbing the two books on the table, you headed toward a row of library books, “These don’t have what I need.” 

In this imaginary world you and Spencer were young, college students. It was a normal life with no danger. No BAU. No cases. Just you and Spencer living a normal life. 

“I’m sorry!” He chuckles, standing to follow you. He stops behind you as you put the two books back on the shelves, “how am I supposed to concentrate when I’m in front of the most beautiful girl in this universe?” 

You turned around and faced him, “Spencer Reid.” 

“y/n y/l/n.” He copied your tone, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “I love you.” Those three words. You wanted to hear it again. 

“Say it again.” Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as he cupped your cheek.

His other hand cupped your other cheek and subconsciously caressed your cheek with his thumb, “I love you.” 

~ 

You let out a scream as the man pulled on your arm, dislocating your shoulder from it’s socket. No no.. take me back. Take me back to standing there with Spencer in that library where you heard the words you’d wished he’d confess. 

How much more of this could you take? How much more could anyone take? This was an insane amount of pain and all you wanted to do was sleep. You wanted to give up. 

You sobbed, finally breaking, “Please stop.. just please.” 

“I can’t.” He sighs, “36 hours.” He taps the watch on his wrist. 

You were fading, or at least you wanted to fade away. You’d been strong during all this because you knew you’d get to see Spencer again. He’d been the one to keep you going during this, but right now you don’t know how much more you could take. You wanted to make it through this just to be able to tell him how you felt. Your thoughts slowed and the darkness consumed you. 

~ 

As soon as the live stream was posted, Penelope began working her magic. However, it was still proven to be a challenge on pinpointing the location. 

He had to watch as the man pulled your arm out of it’s socket and listen to your screams of agony. He’d kill him. He knew if he’d ever see this man he’d kill him with his own bare hands for harming you in this way, such a public way. 

“Please.. please hang on just a bit longer.” He pleaded to the screen. 

More disappointment as the live stream cut off when your eyes went closed. You’d passed out from the overwhelming amount of pain and exhaustion. 

~ 

8 hours later there was another livestream, but this time there wasn’t anyone seated in the chair. You were gone and his mind went to worst. You’d lost the battle. 

“I’ve got it! I’ve got the location!” Penelope yelled through the comms, the location immediately sent to everyone’s phone. 

There wasn’t time to think as everyone rushed out the door and toward the known location. However, when they arrived, it was Hotch and JJ who went in first. As Spencer followed, Hotch immediately came back out stopping him at the door. 

“You don’t need to go in there.” 

Spencer was confused, “What? Why not?” He tried to push passed Hotch again and the look on JJ’s face told him everything he needed to know. “Let me see!” 

Hotch lost the grip on the determination of Spencer and he passed through the door way. Spencer skitted to a stop at the sight before him. No no no. 

His knees his the floor.  This wasn’t happening again, please no. He silently begged. “No! No no!” He couldn’t help the sobs that overcame his body. 

There in the middle of the room laying on a blanket where the chair had been was your headless body in a pool of blood. 

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The Test

Summary: You find out your pregnant, but Henry is busy building his computer.

Word Count: 2184

Warnings: none. Fluff.

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Plus sign. Well that happened. You stared down at the plastic stick, the little screen telling you something you felt you already knew given the last couple of days. That, and some quick math had you peeing on a stick in the upstairs bathroom. Capping the end, you held it in your hand, wondering what to do with it. You could simply throw it away, and come up with a way to tell Henry without it. You didn't need proof, he would believe you given what you two had decided to do with the time the pandemic and the shutting down of filming had given you.

But you were bored. And if Henry got to amuse himself building a computer on the dining room table, you could amuse yourself too.

Kal greeted you when you opened the bathroom door, hopeful you would give him the attention his dad wouldn't. Henry had been up since dawn building his computer. It was like Nerd Christmas for him, and you were fairly sure he hadn't slept much last night out of excitement for today. You couldn't exactly begrudge him this since you had taken a week off when Devil May Cry 5 came out last year. That was one of the many reasons you and Henry worked; you were both nerds.

"Hey buddy. Let me just check in with your dad, and then we will go for a walk." You scratched the American Akita behind his ears, leaning down to kiss his nose when he offered it to you.

You tucked the pregnancy test into your hand, pressing it up your arm so that you were hiding it. You could hear the magic happening in the dining room, the clicking of parts coming together, the clinking of the screwdriver as he secured them. You couldn't help but smile as you poked your head around the corner to see Henry hunched over the table in his favourite blue tank top, lines of concentration creasing his forehead.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Henry glanced up to flash you one of his dazzling smiles. Your heart thumped in your chest every time he gave you one. "Have a good sleep?"

You shrugged as you sidled up beside him, careful to keep the test hidden. Henry turned in his chair, resting his hands on your hips as you stepped between his legs. You loved how dainty he made you feel when he held you close, enveloping you in his warm embrace. Slowly you leaned down, caressing your lips against his. You kept your eyes open, watching him carefully as you stealthily placed the test on the table behind some computer parts while he was distracted by your kiss.

"I'm going to take Kal for a walk, so you have the house to yourself for a bite." You whispered with a final peck. Henry's attention seemed divided at the mention of giving him quiet time. Cupping his cheek, you couldn't help the grin on your face. "Have fun."

Henry gave your hips a squeeze of appreciation before he turned his attention back to the computer laying in pieces across the table. You had to fight the giggle that threatened to bubble from your lips as you usher Kal out of the dining room. You grabbed a granola bar on your way out of the house, tucking your phone into your back pocket after making sure the ringer was on.

The clock was running now. You wondered how long it would take for Henry to discover the pregnancy test as you clipped Kal's leash to his collar and left the house.

***

When you got back from the trails, Henry hadn’t moved, but the computer was coming along. He now had a GoPro camera strapped to his head, filming himself for his Instagram page. Without a word, you glanced around, seeing the pregnancy test sticking out from behind a few parts still, right where you left it. Silently chuckling, you made your way upstairs as a wave of morning sickness crashed over you. How you thought this had just been a stomach bug was beyond you.

After emptying your stomach and brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed, suddenly exhausted down to your bones. Curling on your side, you cursed yourself for getting pregnant. Not that you weren’t happy. There was just so much about pregnancy that was not sitting well with you. Hugging Henry’s pillow to your front, you sighed, allowing his scent to wash over you, calming the turmoil you felt inside. He would make a great dad, there was no doubt about that. You, however, weren’t sure how you would be as a mom.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you fought them down. Wasn’t it too early in the pregnancy for your hormones to be this out of whack? You refused to let yourself become a bumbling mess about this. There had to be something that could help.

Giving up on a nap, you decided to have a bath. The warm water sounded so soothing right then. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, though you were pretty sure Henry was too engrossed in his computer building to notice that you were having a bath at an odd time in the day, you shed your clothes. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you turned sideways, trying to imagine what you would look like pregnant. You hoped you weren’t like your sister who seemed to be pregnant everywhere. A little beach ball on the front was wishful thinking, you knew, but isn’t that what every pregnant woman hoped for?

As you waited for the tub to fill, you decided to light your lavender and honey candle, hoping it would help calm your jumpy nerves. You couldn’t decide which was more exhausting, the jumpy nerves, or the fact that every few hours you were emptying your stomach. Dipping your toe in, you sighed at the welcoming warmth. Sliding your body into the warm hug, you realized just how achy your body was. Pregnancy sucked, you mentally grumbled.

The water lapped around you, and the candle filled the room with its relaxing scent. You felt your body relax as your eyes slid close.

***

“WHAT!?” You jolted out of your stupor when you heard Henry call out. Your brain felt like it was shroud in a fog, and it took you a moment to remember what he was doing, and why he might be yelling so loudly. When he filmed himself for social media, he usually kept pretty calm and quiet. Nothing like what he sounded like now.

His heavy foot falls thundered up the stairs. You were just sitting up in the tub as he threw the door to the bedroom open, not caring as it thumped hard against the wall. From the bathroom, you could see that the GoPro was still attached to his head. You sent a silent pray out that the GoPro was off, and Henry wasn’t filming you when he turned to see you in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. At least you knew it wasn’t live, or you would have to have a discussion with him about that. His followers didn’t need to see you taking a bath.

He held up the stick to you, his face a mask of disbelief.

Your smile told him everything he needed to know. He was across the room in a matter of seconds, stepping into the tub while you laughed and shrieked. Water sloshed over the edge, splashing on to the tiled floor and making a mess as he lowered himself on top of you. His body surrounded yours, and he didn’t seem to care that he was soaking his clothes, putting his GoPro at risk, and wreaking havoc on the bathroom in general. He cupped your face, staring at you for a moment, letting you see the pure joy on his face.

Your heart jumped at his reaction. You hadn’t realized how nervous you had been about what he would say until he had you in his arms, a giant grin curving his lips. He kissed your face all over, sweet pecks as laughter rumbled in his chest.

“You going to tell me how long that test has been sitting there?” Henry asked gently, pulling away with a smile still in place on his face. You grinned, glancing at the clock in the bedroom to see what time it was. Henry’s fingers tapped your neck impatiently where he was still cupping you.

“About 5 hours apparently.” You snorted. Though you had known it was going to take him awhile to notice the test, you didn’t think it would have been 5 hours. Note to self: when Henry is focused, it is no joke. The look on his face made your snort turn into a full laugh as his eyes bugged out of his face. Calming down, you blinked innocently at him. “Sorry, babe, but I didn’t want to disturb you when you were having so much fun building your computer.”

“I highly doubt that is the reason.” Henry fixed you with a mock stern look. He growled at you, before leaning in for a searing kiss. Your toes curled in the water, and the heat of the kiss shot through your body, lighting all your nerves on fire. His lips slowly mirrored yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hands pulled at his soaked shirt, trying to get at the warm skin underneath. Henry laughed as he pulled away, shaking his head. “Ah ah. Not until you tell me the real reason?”

“Not fair!” You stuck your lower lip out in a mock pout. Henry quirked an eyebrow, making you cave. “I wanted to see how long it would take you to find it, okay? I was curious.”

Henry snorted, shaking his head again. He didn’t doubt for a second that that was your true intention. You had proven that you did things out of curiosity just to see what would happen all the time. There was still a burnt patch in the grass from the last time you were curious. He leaned up, and peeled his shirt off, finally giving you what you wanted. You ran your hands hungrily over his chest, and around his back. Henry’s face softened when you pulled him down to you for a hug. You tucked your face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“We can get out now.” You mumbled, realizing how uncomfortable he probably was. The tub wasn’t the biggest, and hugging was definitely awkward.

With one last kiss, Henry got out of the tub, spilling more water onto the floor. He ignored the large puddle, his attention fully on you, as he offered you his hands to help you out of the tub. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel, running another one over your arms and legs to dry you. You felt a little weird being doted on like that, but it seemed like something he felt he needed to do. He combed through your hair, untangling the wet ends.

“Pajamas or clothes?” Henry asked when he was done, smiling at you in the mirror.

“PJs please.” You returned his smile. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before disappearing in the bedroom. Looking around at the mess, you decided to follow him so your pjs wouldn’t end up wet.

“Are you happy?” You asked quietly, apprehension gripping your stomach and heart. A wave of nausea washed over you, and you couldn’t tell if it was from morning sickness or not knowing how he would answer.

Henry paused in his search for the flannel pajamas you loved so much to turn to you. He took in the look on your face and abandoned his search completely, coming to stand in front of you. You worried your lower lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across your lip, encouraging your teeth to let it go. He tilted your chin up so you were looking him directly in the eye. His blue eyes were a storm of emotions that you couldn’t decipher.

“Did I plan for this? No. Did I think I wanted this? Also, no.” You tore your eyes from his, trying to turn away from him as the hurt started to eat away at you. Henry gently turned you back to him with his hands on your shoulders. He squatted down a little so he could look you in the eyes again. “Am I ridiculously happy about it? Absolutely. Do I want it now? Also, absolutely.”

Your heart leapt at his words, a lightness floating inside you. He pulled you into his warm body, enveloping you in his arms. Tucked against him, you didn’t doubt for a second that he wanted this. Wanted you. Wanted your baby. Tears pricked your eyes, and a sob caught in your throat.

“Happy tears.” You told Henry when he realized you were crying. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he hugged you tighter, and you never wanted to be let go.

[frostedfaves]

Delicate

Masterlist

Pairing: Rosa Diaz x fem!reader

Summary: Rosa works a murder case to prove your innocence, inspired by this

Warnings: mentions of murder, infidelity, poorly written casework

A/N: I have only one wish: feedback on this bit of chaos here.

-

At this point in Rosa’s life, there were only three things that brought her memorable pain.

The first was being sent to juvie after snapping under the weight of her parents' expectations.

The second was being released from juvie and realizing the two people who’d played a part in her downfall no longer gave a shit about what happened to her.

The third was seeing you, sitting beside Boyle’s desk in handcuffs.

Of course, she didn’t let anyone see this as she attempted to make her way to her own desk undetected, but you wouldn’t--couldn’t--let her think you were a criminal.

“Rosa--”

“Detective Diaz,” she growled as she walked past with her head held high, surprising herself by restraining from hurting you when you grabbed a fistful of her jacket. “Let me go--”

“I was framed!” you cried out with tears filling your eyes as you raised them to meet hers. “Please. I know you don’t have to believe me, but I’m begging you. I’m the same person you’ve spoken to all these nights. I’ll tell you everything, just...please.”

Her stance was rigid as her mind focused on your fearful expression and the desperate way you clung to her, as if you knew the moment you let go, everything you’d had the last few months was over. Realizing everyone’s eyes were on the two of you as you stared each other down, she roughly pulled herself away to walk over to her desk and deposit her bag and helmet. Your hands dropped into your lap in defeat, only to rise again when Rosa pulled you to your feet by the piece of metal holding your wrists together and led you into an interrogation room.

“Talk,” she ordered once the door was closed and you were seated at the table.

“Early this morning, they found the body of one of the supervisors at my job. Apparently he was killed last night and one of my coworkers pointed the blame toward me, saying that I wanted his position and tried to force him to retire early.”

“You were with me last night. I mean, unless you killed the guy after our call.” She met your widened eyes and sighed. “Sorry.”

“I just don’t know what to do. I know it probably looks bad because I actually am up for a promotion, I had a meeting about it a few days ago. But I’d never kill anyone! I swear I wouldn’t, and I really hope that--”

“I believe you.” She slipped into the chair across from you and squeezed your hands briefly before pulling away again. “And not just because I want to believe that I’m not falling for some power-hungry murderer, but because I trust you not to lie to me.”

A soft smile formed on your lips but a knock sounded at the door before you could respond. You watched her stand and approach the door again to open it, growing nervous again when you saw one of the detectives that arrested you. 

“Holt’s out today, so Sarge is running the briefing and he needs you there too. It’s about this case.”

“Fine.” She faced you again with her hand still holding the door open. “I’ll be back. Just breathe.”

Rosa followed Charles out of the room and down to the briefing room, cutting off any questions he began to ask with a sharp “no”. They were the last to arrive, everyone else seated and looking at Terry standing in front of a board holding some of the case details.

“I’m putting myself on this case,” she announced before anyone else could speak as she approached the board to read over everything.

“Don’t you think you’re too close to this, Rosa?” Charles questioned carefully, yelping at the expression she offered him in response. “I meant to say ‘welcome to the team’!”

“Boyle’s right, Diaz,” Terry spoke up next as she turned away from the board. “What was that in the bullpen?”

“Innocent until proven guilty.” She walked over to sit on one of the tables in front. “Go on.”

“Alright.” He looked down at the notes he’d obtained before entering the room. “So according to the medical examiner, the time of death is set around 9:17pm last night--”

“Y/N didn’t do it,” Rosa quickly interjected. “A camera in the lobby of her building will verify her entering a few minutes before then, and she doesn’t leave after that.”

“Rosa, I know you don’t want your friend to get in trouble, but this--”

“I was with her.” She took a deep breath to prepare herself for not only spilling the secret of her unconfirmed relationship, but to essentially come out as bisexual for the first time ever. “We were in the park together with our dogs and I walked her home after. I know it was 9:15 when we got there because the huge clock in her lobby said 10:15, and it’s been an hour ahead since Daylight Savings Time. I was at her door for a few minutes and when I was leaving, the clock said 10:20.”

“So how do you know she didn’t leave after that?” Jake questioned, causing her to sigh again.

“Because I’m a few blocks away from her and she Facetimed me when I sent her a text telling her I was home. She fell asleep on the phone.”

“Oh damn. You’re in love, girl,” Gina commented, a grin forming when all Rosa did was roll her eyes in response. 

“Okay so she has an alibi, but we also have to rule out the possibility that she had an accomplice.” Terry sighed when Rosa gave him a threatening look. “Look, I want to believe she’s innocent too--”

“Then believe it.”

“--but we have to consider everything, Diaz. It looks pretty suspicious that the last person to see our victim alive also had a reason to want him gone.”

“How do you know she was the last to see him alive?” Rosa took the piece of paper Amy held out to her holding a witness statement, forcing herself not to overreact when she read that Y/N had been spotted talking to her supervisor next to his car. “This means nothing. Check into the person that gave this statement.”

“Rosa--”

“How do we even know she was the last person he saw? And that the person who ‘witnessed’ this didn’t just follow the vic home and kill him just to frame her? What, because of some camera footage and he said, she said?” Barely a moment of silence passed before Rosa spoke again. “Exactly. Santiago and Boyle, meet me downstairs. I’m driving.”

She dropped the witness statement on the table in front of Amy and stormed out, grabbing the keys to her squad car on her way back to the interrogation room you were waiting in. Your eyes snapped up from your hands when the door opened, relaxing slightly as Rosa entered the room.

“I’m going to be out for a bit trying to investigate more of the people involved, but you’ll be okay here.” She hesitated for a moment before approaching your side and leaning down to kiss you for the second time in 12 hours. “I love you.”

She was back out the door as quickly as she arrived.

-

Waiting to find out if you’d be charged with a murder you didn’t commit was hard. Being transitioned from the quiet calm of the interrogation room to the holding cell adjoining the chaotic bullpen was hard too, but at least your hands weren’t chained together anymore. You sat in the farthest corner and counted the minutes until they seemed to all blend together, and all you could focus on was the lingering feeling of warmth caused by Rosa’s lips on yours and her confession.

Having given up on your counting long ago, you weren’t sure how much time had passed when the door to the holding cell opened again. You were delighted to see Rosa again, but your hopeful expression shifted to confusion when you saw who she was leading in.

“Mrs. Fenderson?”

“Hi, Y/N.” 

The woman spoke softly without meeting your eyes, moving to sit on a nearby bench when Rosa unlocked her cuffs. You eyed her curiously as Rosa gently grabbed your wrist and led you out of the cell, making sure it locked before bringing you over to her desk.

“Um, why is my supervisor’s wife--”

“She did it,” she told you as the two of you sat down. “Well, she had some help.”

You followed the direction she nodded in with your eyes, which widened when you saw a couple officers leading in the one person that accused you of being involved with everything. You watched as they led him to the holding cell too, only turning away when Rosa placed her hand over one of yours.

“How did you…? What?!” you asked, unable to fight off a bit of a smile when Rosa snorted. 

“Mrs. Fenderson recently signed up her husband for a pretty hefty life insurance policy, and it didn’t take long to find out those two were boning. I got her to confess to everything while they tracked down her lover, who used the fact that you were up for the same promotion he wanted as a chance to frame you.”

“That’s so fucking crazy,” you responded in a breathless tone as you attempted to wrap your head around the situation for a second, giving up and bringing your free hand to rest on top of hers. “Thank you.”

“Innocent until proven guilty.” She shrugged nonchalantly as she stood, pulling you to your feet as well before you released her hand. “Anyway, it’s super late now and I know you haven’t eaten anything so let’s go.”

“Fine, but I’m paying,” you insisted as the two of you headed toward the elevator, laughing a bit as you remembered something. “As long as we can stop by my apartment first. They don’t exactly let you bring your phone and wallet when you’re arrested for murder.”

“You can pay next time,” she told you with a snort, quickly adding “if I let you.”

The elevator ride passed along silently, and it wasn’t long before you were headed down the street to a 24 hour diner that you’d mentioned to Rosa last night. You waited until you were seated and food was ordered before starting a conversation.

“About what you said earlier,” you began with your gaze locked on the straw wrapper you were toying with, completely missing Rosa’s panicked expression.

“Look, we can just forget I said anything.”

“No!” You lowered your voice after noticing a few wary glances, turning back to Rosa and pulling her hands into yours. “I don’t want to forget it, but I was hoping to say it first.”

“You love me too?”

“I do.” You squeezed her fingers with a grin. “I love you, Rosa, and I love Arlo for giving me an excuse to keep seeing his mom, because I sure as hell would’ve been too nervous to come up with one on my own.”

Expecting Rosa to be too uncomfortable with PDA, you pulled her hands closer to drop a kiss on her knuckles, pleasantly surprised when she pulled away to hold your jaw in place, leaning forward to press her lips to yours.

-

Tags: @gaulty74 @creepingwolfberry @rosadiazswifey @xetherealbeautyx @milkfromhell 

[the-changelings]

Disclaimer: all names (not not ages!!) have been changed for privacy.

This is long af so I'm adding a readmore. it's all background info. I haven't even got into the baffling part yet. lmao

relevant characters:

Anna, 23, store manager

Becky, 37, shift manager

Frank, mid-40s, shift manager

Me, 27, assistant manager

Anna has been our store manager for about 2 months. She was hired directly into the position as she has manager experience from her previous job.

Becky and Frank have been with the company for about 6-8 months? I think? it's a bit fuzzy because I had to do most of the training for them while short staffed and also new to my current position (and to full-time work). both of them were hired as managers directly.

I have been with the company for 4 years and know all the systems, policies, and types of people who choose retail jobs pretty well. I started as an associate, then became a manager, and now am essentially the assistant manager of the store. I ran the store for 2 months when our previous store manager quit unexpectedly without finding a replacement.

Our company treats all managers the same in terms of the power structure, except that store managers can access some things other managers cannot (such as the hiring system). Store managers are also expected to do the schedule, but all managers technically have access.

ok. with that out of the way, let me tell you a little more about my coworkers.

Becky is...having some issues. obviously I don't want to completely blast her on the internet, but that's just the truth. I have never met a person who attracts as much drama as this woman. she needs a therapist like 8 years ago- not least so she can drop her no-good ex who causes injuries every time they interact. A customer has accused her of day drinking (apparently it was on her breath), she takes extended lunches frequently because she falls asleep on her couch in the time it takes to microwave her lunch, she has allegedly verbally cursed Anna out on the phone (obvously this can't be proven). She is so anxious about not inconveniencing customers that she rushes through things and makes mistakes that make everything take like 5x longer.

I trained Becky. I know that she knows how to do all the things she needs to do in her department, because I taught her all of them several times. Important to note that she has some disabilities that mean memory takes longer to solidify, and I've been fine working with that. I'm happy to teach the same things over again as long as she is getting better at them!

The trouble is that Becky isn't getting better at them. I know she can count. I know she can do a return, or a warranty swap, I know she can print daily reports. But she doesn't. She asks me where the same parts are every week, and when I tell her, she says "oh yeah, I was gonna say-" or "oh yeah thats what I thought" every time without fail. We have a labeled map of where all the parts are. These are problems she can solve herself, but she either can't or won't and at this point I'm not sure which it is.

Frank has different issues. He always smells vaguely of weed when he comes in, he also never really remembers how to do anything (despite having been shown repeatedly over 6+ months), and getting a hold of him outside his hours is nearly impossible. That last one is mostly fine, by the way, but it is important. If someone doesn't want to be available outside of work hours, they have that right. Can be a bit inconvenient when we are trying to get a shift covered, though.

Allegedly, Frank is a bit of a hothead, though I haven't personally witnessed this either. He apparently cursed out another coworker when they were closing together, in front of customers. As far as I know, no formal complaints were made, and we don't have cameras so there's no proof of this either (the other coworker tends to exaggerate and play the victim, so another layer of complication).

I have seen Frank lie about what services we do and do not provide, what parts we do and do not sell, etc. He won't even check. It's wild. This has improved somewhat over time. I have also seen him approve tills over or short by ridiculous amounts and not even tell anyone. He knows the policy (email one person up to a certain $ amount, email and additional person for any amount higher), but he's only followed policy like twice. again I cannot tell if he can't figure it out or just won't bother.

Anna is quite young, and very new to her position. She is a quick learner, but much like with the others we haven't had the time to dedicate to teaching her everything due to being understaffed at most locations. Another store manager (34 years and counting!) and our district manager have been helping, but can only do so much since they have a lot to keep track of as it is.

The schedule is the main sticking point for most people when it comes to Anna. Our scheduling system is a pain to use and the requirements for each day vary (and often don't actually reflect when we need to have more people). She's doing her best, but everyone has different requests for their schedule, not everyone has accurate availability listed in the program (and either can't or won't fix it), and some people literally will not work with other people.

Anna is also not a huge people person. She does have the typical young woman level of people-pleasing to overcome, but she is blunt and to the point and a bit sassy as well. She is generally confident in her decisions and her previous manager experience is serving her well (at least in my opinion). The other main issue people have with her is the bluntness- some people describe feeling unheard (and thus undervalued) due to her responses to issues, others feel she is bossy and disrespectful. I have not had these issues, but I can also come across in these ways at times, so I think our brains have some similar inner workings.

I have spent a lot of the last 8 months trying to build bridges between my coworkers, by explaining what I'm seeing and trying to refrain issues they have with each other. I have tried to encourage everyone to talk to each other and make an effort to understand each other well enough to at least be polite. I tell them they don't have to be friends, but we do work together and it would really help everyone if they can get along enough to not actively avoid one another or fight.

I appear to have underestimated how difficult this is for people in their 30s+. At least these specific people.

something unsettling is happening at work.

actually it's more frustrating and also baffling, but those two don't go together great imo?

I'm not even sure how to put it into words but I will try. after I grab some lasagna.

[russadler]

Work Hard, Play Harder - Prologue

Russell Adler x Female OC

The mission sounds simple enough, but the devil was definitely in the details.

A/N: This is something completely new and separate from ‘A Little Death’ and NOT a Russell Adler x Bell. After coming to terms with the issues with that pairing, it was difficult to continue that fic even though I loved it as much as I did. It was devastating to do so, but I’m hoping to create something completely new and fun. I guess this is sort of similar to ‘A Little Death’ in a way but completely different at the same time. This is just the prologue, setting the scene for the fic, but let me know what you guys think <3

June 7, 1982

Langley, Virginia

She’s not entirely sure what she expected, but it wasn’t this. 

Her day starts out simple enough. Write memos, respond to emails, read and scribble in the growing stack of files on her desk. Then her department lead tells her Jason Hudson needs to see her and from then on things get very interesting, very fast. 

The brunette makes her way to the briefing room with haste, lithe legs carrying her at the fastest pace considered appropriate in Langley’s corridors. Everyone knew Jason Hudson to be a notorious hardass, but he was a decorated one. A long list of achievements had ensured he sat at the echelon of the clandestine operations unit. 

Now he wanted her. Getting called on by Mr. Shades himself was the lifelong dream of the many that worked at Langley, but now that it’s happening the woman can’t deny the sense of apprehension at the prospect. She had worked minor roles under the direction of other handlers in a few of the smaller ops he’s overseen over the years, but felt she had done nothing then to warrant his attention whatsoever. 

There’s little time to ponder, and before long the briefing room door she’d been directed to enters her field of vision. Shoulders squared and breathing deeply through her nose, knuckles meet the worn wood in delicate but firm raps. A deep voice beckons her forth, and she enters. 

Hudson stands at the far end of the table, one hand in his pocket and the other sifting through a stack of papers currently occupying the surface in front of him. 

“Agent Fletcher.” He greets flatly, not even sparing her a glance as he focuses his gaze on the aforementioned sheets of paper.

“Sir.” She returns, thankful that she’s managed to keep the nervous tremble from her voice and replace it with something pleasant and airy instead. Taking a seat, her delicate hands flatten her pressed slacks as she moves. Her selected chair is close, but maintains a respectable enough distance from her superior.  

“Are you familiar with the name Anthony Lipovetsky, agent?” Hudson cuts to the chase, starting as soon as she’s settled. His cold stare shifts to acknowledge her presence, and a chill comes over her as she stares into those signature reflective shades.

They both knew the answer to his question. Aria Fletcher worked mainly in the drug and contraband trafficking sector of the CIA. 

Of course she knew who he was. 

Anthony Lipovetsky had steadily become a pain in the DEA’s ass recently, according to what she had been hearing. Though he wasn’t anyone particularly prolific that warranted the CIA’s attention like some others had. Out of the many individuals Hudson could have pulled her here to ask about, the Russian - American was the least expected.

“Drug trafficker making some big moves along the east coast, but he’s not the biggest fish in the pond.” Aria answers, sounding matter of fact as she stares back at the other. It’s more of a question of a statement. Why him? 

“You’re right. He isn’t, but it’s recently come to our attention that he’s been dabbling into arms smuggling.” Hudson counters, but it still isn’t the answer she’s looking for. 

“Unsurprising. He’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last.” The younger states, but there’s more to this and she knows it. She takes a gamble and makes an educated guess. “Would I be correct in guessing we’re here right now because of his choice in clientele?” 

The female agent can only hope Hudson doesn’t think she’s trying to be a smartass, but all she can do is speculate. It’s the only reasonable assumption that comes to mind seeing as the The CIA doesn’t like it very much when people sell guns to the bad guys, and they especially don’t like it if they’re the type of bad guys who like terrorism. 

“Precisely.” Hudson answers, and the agent has to fight the urge to smile. Right on the ball.

“We have solid intel that he’s been in contact with a soviet agent named Perseus.” The elder continues even seriously, voice grim as he makes the acknowledgment.

Oh. Oh. 

The name Perseus wasn’t one she was familiar with, but the words Soviet Agent had stood out. This was bigger than the domestic drug trade, this was the Soviet Union making way into their backyard. 

This is bad. Very, very bad. 

“So, what’s the plan?” The young woman queries, a touch hesitant at what role she has to play in something that now seems entirely out of her league. 

Hudson’s mouth parts, but a knock at the door interrupts. Her head snaps towards the door as Hudson grants entrance, and in walks Russell Adler. 

Langley legend, ‘America’s Monster’ The man’s in a different league even when compared to a heavyweight like Hudson. He’s pretty much a myth. She’s heard the stories about him, both personal and professional. His portfolio of work is way above her pay grade, and his presence immediately makes the entire thing immensely more interesting. 

She rode an elevator with him once, almost a year back. The encounter was barely a minute long, but she never forgot how devastatingly attractive the man was, with looks that easily could have landed him in Hollywood. Not to mention the way the man carried himself, assertive and with an undeniable dominance. 

Adler doesn’t introduce himself, and doesn’t even spare her a glance nor a word as he takes the seat adjacent to Hudson. His shaded eyes are focused straight ahead as he pulls a cigarette from the pack he seemingly carried in, perching the stick between his lips and igniting it with a zippo lighter that had appeared from God knows where. 

Aria hadn’t realized she had been staring until Hudson tosses something at her from his place at the table, the sound jolting her back to attention. A manila folder glides quietly across the stained wood to land neatly in front of her, only two words on the front.

Operation Ocelot. 

“Let’s get started.” Hudson announces. She opens the file, and things begin to unravel. 

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As it turns out, Operation Ocelot consists of a covert insertion of two agents into Anthony Lipovetsky’s Miami home. That part sounds simple enough, but the devil is definitely in the details.

For the time being, it was prudent Lipovetsky’s connection to Perseus remained intact. They needed a paper trail to follow, and one they could follow without arousing Lipovetsky’s suspicion. There was no real point in spying on someone if they knew they were being spied on.

“The target is well guarded, the man has a price on his head and he’s well aware. Armed security teams around the clock, cameras around the house, the whole package.” Hudson states, slides on the projector screen behind him changing to show a floorplan of the house. 

“Is this where I come in?” Aria questions, it’s easy to assume that’s the only reason why she’s here. 

It seems they’ve selected her to be the honeypot, an unfortunate consequence of being at the very least a mildly attractive woman in the CIA. Sexuality had proven to be man’s greatest weakness time and time again, and it become just a part of the job. She knew if it was something she didn’t want to do, she could easily say no. But then again, she had killed many people in her time as an agent, and one had quickly learned how to detach emotions from entire aspects of life as necessary. 

It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but she swears she sees Hudson and Adler share a look before the former answers her. “It’s where you and Adler come in.” 

Adler in the meanwhile, hasn’t spoken throughout the entire thing. He hadn’t even looked at her yet, his sightline having been maintained firmly on the projector screen ahead as Hudson led the briefing. The end of his cigarette had burned red in the darkness as he took steady pulls from it throughout, the only sign of life in an otherwise detached and glacial man. 

And now, Russell Adler is looking at her. Dark aviators like twin blackholes that threaten to swallow her whole. 

At this point the young agent is visibly confused, as demonstrated by Hudson moving to clarify the statement. “Through our surveillance program we’ve been able to observe the targets' routines and behaviours, and it has been noted that Lipovetsky has a particular…habit.” 

“He wants a threesome?” Aria blurts, now fiddling with the gold chain on her neck. 

This whole thing just got really fucking weird. 

Hudson’s mouth parts, likely looking for a way to word the whole thing professionally, but to her utter surprise Adler is the one who decides to cut to the chase. 

“He likes taking home married couples.” He states bluntly, nonchalant as he focuses on crushing the charred stub of his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him. 

It’s the first time she’s ever heard Adler speak, his voice low and warm. Though it’s not the sort of warmth one would typically associate with kindness, but rather it brings to mind the heat of a fire and danger. There’s a roughness there too, likely from his smoking, but oh how well does it suit him.

“Oh. Well, that’s…interesting.” Aria huffs with a laugh, feeling honestly a bit relieved. There were definitely weirder things in the world that people were into that she feared. Instead, her body tingles with interest. Married couple. 

“Why me then? This isn’t necessarily my normal line of work.” The woman questions. They could have chosen anyone, but they had chosen her. Hundreds of beautiful women worked here everyday but they somehow settled on her? 

“You both make an…attractive pair. You fit the bill in terms of the target’s preferences, as well the vacation demographic in the city.” Hudson says, arms crossed at his chest. “Apart from that, you’ve so far had an impressive field career, your performance is consistent and high quality.” 

The female agent can’t help the pride that burns in her chest at the praise from such a distinguished and highly respected man like Jason Hudson. Everything suddenly felt like a dream. 

“There’s a lot to lose here, we need more than a pretty face. You’ve got what we need.” Hudson emphasizes, the importance of this mission heavily ingrained to the back of her mind. 

“So…I’m going to play Adler’s pretty little trophy wife and then we’re going to collectively seduce our way into his house?” Aria wonders aloud, Adler and Hudson not moving to interrupt and permitting her speculation to continue. “And then what? Are we expected to fuck the information out of him?” 

Hudson sighs, pinching at his brow in exasperation. Adler jumps in once more, saving Hudson from further embarrassment. “We’re gonna slip him a sedative before things get to that. Special cocktail that’ll make him think he just drank a little too much.”

“Oh, thank god.” The youngest utters under her breath, relieved. Things were definitely easier that way.

“Once he’s out, we’ll mess with the camera system, do recon, collect intel, then get the fuck out.” Adler finishes, intense stare levelled right at her once more. She couldn’t help but squirm, he was almost too much to handle just by existing.

And God, she could listen to that voice all day. She was going to listen to it all day in a short matter of time.

She really loved her job sometimes.

“Sounds simple enough.” Aria resigns, casual as she accepted that her life was just really going to be this outlandish for the next little while. 

“You and Adler will set out the day before and go through the motions and leave a paper trail of your own. The target might try and track you both down just to check his bases.” Hudson adds, arms crossed as he switches his gaze back and forth between her and Adler. 

“If we leave evidence that we’re just a normal couple doing normal things, it’ll reassure the target there wasn’t any outside involvement and we weren’t up to no good.” Aria finishes, one arm perched on the armrest of her chair and the other fiddling with her pen as she returns Hudson’s gaze. 

“Precisely.” Hudson agrees, voice carrying the smallest hint of sympathy. 

It’s almost like he feels bad for her. 

Hudson dismisses them soon after, handing them directives on the particulars of their individual roles and aliases. Adler storms ahead of her to the exit, moving out without so much as acknowledging her once again.

He was an asshole, but a ridiculously good looking one. She would learn to play his game soon enough, and oh, she would press his buttons.

Hudson is quick to catch her disgruntled reaction at Adler’s behaviour. “Adler’s not the most personable, but he’s a damn good agent. He’ll have your back.” The elder reassures, perhaps seeking to soothe the burn of the other’s abrasive nature. 

The woman sighs, turning to flash Hudson a tight lipped smile. “I’ll figure him out, I’m not worried.”

She finishes packing away her items and gets ready to leave, eager to get started on the work ahead. Hudson calls her again as she reaches the door, making her pause in her tracks.

“Remember agent, don’t let me down.” 

Nodding with silent determination, she leaves.

[thedeviljudges]

yohan + physical tough + trauma response

disclaimer: this is based off of eps 1-7, and preview of ep 8; i wholeheartedly recognize that this post may become the worst meta ever depending on how the rest of the show goes. however, i do think there are still some interesting things to note about yohan. a lot of this is also me just talking shit out as i was sifting through all the eps again. i’m more than willing to change my mind or hear other thoughts.

also i kinda, sorta, unnecessarily included all of the moments of yohan and any physicality. a lot of them are not super important, but i do think they help draw a distinction in how he reactions when surprised, alone and around other people.

so, here’s a long ass post that is literally 99% me bullshitting, lmao.

so i wanted to delve more into yohan’s response to physical touch by way of trauma. while i know a lot of us have pieced it together, i think it’s pretty cool to lay it all out visually because i think there’s much more justification for his reactions; not to say it makes it right, but it does really flesh out a fundamental part of his characterization that i think is highly, highly important to understand.

yohan lives on the cusp for reckless behavior, almost as if he doesn’t care whether he lives or dies. the car chase, running through industrial buildings where safety isn’t a concern, etc.

episode one

the first time we see an instance of his disinterest in physical touch is when he first meets gaon. he actually offers him his hand, but the way he goes about it isn’t a handshake. he almost looks hesitant, and then he squeezes and does not shake. it’s truly a split second gesture out of formalities. granted, he’s just met someone he thinks looks like isaac, and might be in a little bit of… not shock, but certainly distracted.

later in the episode, yohan is in an abandoned building with homeless people. he’s checking people’s wrist, but he’s quick about leaving them alone. until, a homeless man comes up behind him and grabs him. in response, yohan swings his arm to knock him off. then, he punches him, steps on him and decides whether he’s worth the effort. again, granted, no one likes to be surprised in a creepy situation like this, so his response? kinda understandable at this point.

next is the scene where yohan catches gaon in his office, where he pushes him against the bookshelf and kinda, more or less, comes off as a bit luring. we know yohan knows gaon’s lying, but a couple of things here. yohan initiated the physical contact, and he did it because of the suspicious nature of gaon. yohan also knows how to use his power and charms to catch people off guard, and i think really, he was messing with gaon when he brushed his shirt and asked him if he lived alone. gay as fuck, lmao, but i also see it as an intimidation tactic, in a way.

i could also pose a couple of theories aside from intimidation if we wanted to squint:

yohan is still in a state of awe of gaon’s resemblance to isaac. he’s not heard his voice or been around the other man for at least 10 years, and now there’s tangibility at his fingertips.

if we want to look at it from the gay perspective, gaon is clearly intriguing to yohan, and as i’ll note further down in this post about yohan in relation to physical touch, i’m sure it could be assumed that this is one of the first people in a long time that yohan has an interest in making a connection with. however, because of his upbringing, it’s clear he does’t necessarily know how to connect with people (ie. ep 7 trying to connect with elijah, eps 1-6 with him trying to non-verbally tell gaon that he has bigger plans than what’s in front of his face. his admission in ep 5 about being monster). more or less, he knows his charms can be used, but when it comes to actually flirting and/or liking someone? it’s left to be addressed, but could be assumed he’s just as awkward about it as when we see him at home.

we also see a small instance of him letting someone dress him. there’s still touch involved, but it’s very clear what the intention is. he has control over the situation, and it’s not a surprise.

the next time he engages in physical touche, again, he initiates it because he’s in control, and it’s meant to be comforting, to an extent.

and then to round everything off, we actually see him reaching for isaac, who is actually gaon in the court scene, but you know storytelling and all that. he reaches for him both in the courtroom and within a flashback.

him reaching out for isaac seems to be a motif within the show as it happens later on, of which i’ll point out.

episode two

we see him initiate a handshake again. at first, to gaon, and then with jinjoo. controlled situation.

later on in the episode is when we see our first glimpses of batshit crazy yohan, an absolute delight and fav, lmao. he actually reaches out to the spoiled kid, and it’s clearly to legitimize intimidation and a position of power.

okay look, i’m not even gonna front, this was a cute scene. when jinjoo gets out of the car, he checks to make sure she’s okay, and they have this moment before they go onto the red carpet where they smile at each other. yohan is confirming she’s okay, and she agrees. again, controlled, and i don’t know for certain if yohan is more comfortable around women, or it’s just mere fact that he doesn’t always have a problem with touch when the situation is safe. he actually lets her take his arm further on in the scene, and yes, it is a public display of niceties, and he knows that.

so in the midst of this happening, we get the ‘devil child’ story. and i want to make note of the bird scene because i do think it’s important to note that people yohan cares for, he’s willing to go to the ends of the earth to protect them. yes, they’re children in school, but the girl next to him is the only one who showed him an ounce of kindness, and yohan is proven to remain loyal to those he loves or trusts in some capacity.

of course, he ends up pitting the rich and the poor kids against one another for their betrayal and making him an outcast. in yohan’s mind, what he did wasn’t necessarily wrong because his sense of justice is based on protection and when people wrong him or those he loves, it’s seeking justice on their behalf or making the situation better - not in the technically right way, but right to him. yohan comes across as a fixer and problem solver.

yohan has a very, very strong sense of trust and loyalty, and we can assume that stems from isaac, who clearly tried to protect yohan from his father, who went out of his way to do so as best as he could as a young kid. yohan values loyalty not because he necessarily wants lap dogs and people to do his bidding. it comes from a place of love and security he’s never really had.

anyway, back to the gala with jinjoo, he does shake the minister’s hand. again, controlled. there are cameras. he also puts his arm around her, and that’s mainly because it’s a battle of the wills, and she’s trying to reprimand him, lol, as if she could. he hugs her a little hard and a little enthusiastically, and you can clearly tell it’s for show.

and then he dances with both jinjoo and sunah. and there is a stark difference between these two scenes. yohan actually teaches jinjoo the proper placement for where she should rest her hands and how to move. he’s actually having a good time with her, and again, it’s actually really cute.

with sunah, he’s reluctant and definitely on guard. he can tell from her demeanor that her intent is with purpose trying to get close to him. at this point in the story, he probably sees it as sunah coming onto him and not because she’s actually the maid from when they were children. when sunah reaches up to whisper in his ear, you can really tell he doesn’t like her being that close to him at all especially because her words may not be overly threatening, but there is purpose behind them, which means yohan’s guards are up. he physically removes her hand and than blatantly turns her down: she tells him that enjoying things alone isn’t fun, and he counters it by saying he’s having a lot of fun.

so at this point to reduce on some screen caps, he meets the minister’s family, has handshakes with her husband and the kid he went after to essentially beat up his car with a mallet, lmao. the handshake is quite funny because they both know what happened. yohan is in control, and that kid is shaking in his boots.

then the explosion happens, and of course, it makes sense that yohan helps gaon after he’s hurt. gaon has never been a threat to yohan, and it’s clear yohan’s not heartless whatsoever, but it’s also poignant to note that gaon helped saved yohan’s life, thus starting yohan’s journey of loyalty to gaon. i think he’s always had his sight set on gaon to begin with, possibly long before he even became an associate judge, but if this was a test, gaon passed it with flying colors because if gaon can rescue a little girl, and he can help an old man who fell off his bike, would he really go the lengths to save yohan who has shown him time and time again his sense of justice is different?

episode three

yohan reacts negatively to soohyun and within good reason when she questions where gaon is. he turns away because for him, the conversation is over, but for her, it’s not. to get his attention, she grabs him when he’s not paying attention, and of course he has a very adverse reaction. at this point, it can be chalked up to disrespect given the fact that he’s a head judge and she’s just a mere cop, but hindsight is 20/20. he does throw her arm off by flicking out his arm. but instead of berating her, he just tells her to catch the culprits who harmed gaon and leaves it at that.

and then of course, everyone’s favorite scene and rightfully so. yohan caring for gaon? very sexy of him. gaon is injured, poses no threat, and as i said above about yohan finding some amount of loyalty in gaon means his physical boundaries aren’t jeopardized. and for that, we get these wonderful scenes of yohan helping gaon as he heals.

and then scenes of him messing around with gaon by hitting him. truth be told, i wonder if this was something him and isaac did as young kids. anyone with siblings know how that goes. fake picking on each other? fake bickering? yeah.

and then it slowly, but surely, it’s revealed that yohan didn’t have the same upbringing as isaac did. our first instance that something at home wasn’t right wasn’t just the conversation with ms. ji and gaon. it’s the flashback with yohan reading in his room when the door opens. he hastily pretends he’s asleep, and you can see he’s visibly shaking and breathing roughly until he realizes it’s isaac who’s there to give him books.

and that’s also when we get our first glance of what kind of abuse yohan suffered from at the hands of his father. it’s clear this isn’t the only incident, and there’s been many times that isaac wasn’t around to help defend him.

it’s also very clear in how yohan acts when he’s terrified and that his abuse has gone on long enough to be a routine pattern in the house. any time he hears heavy footsteps or thinks his father is around, he visibly shakes and gets panicky.

episode four

i include this scene because it’s been noted that a lot of books yohan reads are about humans, human nature, animals, animalistic tendencies, and he says random shit like this that directly points to what he thinks about humanity and humans themselves. we notice this most prominently at the dinner with gaon and jinjoo earlier on when he describes that he likes the feel of the chew and that he cannot taste. he always mentions hunting and prey, and i think this is one of those very clear instances where he actually reveals to gaon what he truly, truly thinks; no gimmicks. this also comes into play later on in ep 6 when elijah is worried about him being out all night. yohan clearly doesn’t trust people at all. he understands their intentions, their motives and how much pain they can cause other people for their own profit and their own gain. it makes sense that he wouldn’t leave his house, especially if he has a strong sense of loyalty to isaac (even after all these years) and caring for elijah.

this is also one of the very direct moments that yohan doesn’t understand family dynamics. when it comes to people, it’s a giant chess game. not only that, later on in the episode when they’re in the car and yohan talks about how people, no matter what, are always the same in front of greed, yohan is cynical, and he expects the bad every single time.

what he reads and the way he words things (here and the discussion of him being a monster, for example) is clearly an indication that he doesn’t trust; that he cannot trust, nor does he want to at this point. yohan doesn’t understand the concept of kindness being given freely (ep 7 when he berates elijah for being used by gaon, telling her she falls for kindness every time). and yet, later on in eps, it’s clear when he’s around the right people and the right mindset (uh, gaon?? lol), he’s constantly putting up a front.

after all in ep 7 when he tells gaon that confidence is key, it literally gives him away not just in the courtroom but in his personal life. there’s a reason he looks softer at home than when he’s not there (the hairstyle changes and clothing).

basically what i’m getting at is this behavior can be seen as a defense mechanism because of his abuse.

then it’s another gala event with gaon and yohan this time. another lovely favorite where yohan helps him get dressed and then proceeds to drag him around and safe him from the lion’s den.

tbh i dont even need to include these, but i’m doing it for the indulgence.

yohan does sorta physically throw gaon as well during the rich people party, but that’s mainly to get him to shut up because he’s trying to show gaon the truth at hand and how all of it’s pretty much a farce.

later on in the episode is when we first have gaon truly attacking yohan verbally, and that’s when yohan snaps. it’s clear that isaac is a trigger for yohan, especially from someone who speaks out of line on something they know nothing about. gaon, truth be told, had a stupid moment confronting yohan the way he did. i don’t know who waltzes up to a proposed murderer and just asks them, lmao.

but here’s the thing, thus far, gaon has not entirely posed a threat to yohan. whether that’s from yohan planting gaon and guiding him exactly where he wants him or gaon just not being as thorough as yohan would like, and he’s trying to tap into that talent, is anyone’s guess. but as i said above, the one thing yohan protects is the things he does care about the most, and he tries to talk himself out of his own feelings. he constantly compares himself to an animal (again, dinner scene with gaon and jinjoo) to justify his actions, and to possibly not feel anything; because that’s easier, isn’t it? not feeling. so on top of gaon calling him a monster and a killer, confronted with the possibility about being a villain in his own brother’s story, obviously sets him off. he beats down his emotions until he’s confronted with it - and this is what gaon also meant in ep 6 about how it’s ridiculous that yohan calls himself a monster over a victim because yohan can’t even see himself in that light. not because he truly believes victims are weak necessarily, but i wonder how much he realizes that what happened to him wasn’t his fault.

to me, and as i just said, yohan convinces himself he’s a monster to make it easier for himself to belief his actions (ep 5 telling gaon some humans are born monsters in relation to himself). it’s not that he inherently thinks he’s wrong, but i think his guidance for what’s right and wrong was misconstrued without a parent figure in his life, especially if he’d read crime and law books as the focus. yohan’s actions, at least quite a bit of them are, are based on a gut feeling of right and wrong. when you think about it and your own sense of justice, how would that differ without the checks and balances in place? what punishment do you think fits the crime if we weren’t bound by written law? yohan thinks any action to protect those he loves is, more or less, justifiable because it’s a means to an end. it’s making a worng right again.

i don’t think yohan is a monster. i think his feelings, and what he knows is love, is misconstrued in terms of how to express it. we see this in episode 7 with his and elijah’s conversation where she’s just trying to be a teen, but his version of love is protecting her without, once again, understanding family dynamics and the pain points of growing up, the learning she has to do on her own. yohan might technically be right; similar to being book-smart but not necessarily street smart. his theory of telling Elijah that she’s soft for kindness and being used was true, but his delivery and the idea that that’s how humans develop doesn’t work. he’s telling her text-book rules, but people don’t live through books. they live through real life. yohan reads to get a sense of fulfillment and to learn. he’s learned his way into adulthood, but that’s not normal.

so uh anyway, back to this familiar scene:

because we don’t know the actual story of isaac’s death, it’s hard to say what role yohan played in his death, but i don’t know that i believe he was the one who did it. the entirety of the devil judge is relying on unreliable narration, so it’s difficult to gauge (for now since we’re on ep 7) how this will turn out and what happened, but to me, it really comes across as yohan upset over the insinuation that he could be the one to cause the death of the one person he loved the most. plus, i think it says a lot that he cares/loves elijah, and she was part of isaac. gaon crossed a thine line. yohan essentially welcomed him in, and this is gaon toeing it. we can also look at this is not gaon being an outsider to their family, but now has become part of the family, and so it’s easier for yohan to be ‘abusive,’ if you will, rather than the perspective of gaon still on the sidelines and pushing too far. by this i mean, the accusations made by gaon threatens their formulating family dynamics.

and once again, the only person he ever actually reaches out for is isaac.

and then we have the aftermath of yohan’s nightmare, where he’s still caught in the dream as gaon comes in, and refuses to be touched after, even if gaon’s intention is to see if he’s okay. yohan makes it very clear to gaon not to touch him, and that’s when elijah comes in with a very accusatory ‘what are you two doing?’ in this moment, yohan is not just vulnerable, but he’s emotionally sensitive. i’ve no doubt he’s still dealing with a form of sensory overload from his dream.

and then, i don’t know that this was necessary? was it necessary?

the following set of scenes are the ones where gaon tells him he’s a victim and he hasn’t confronted his own emotions about his abuse. i think yohan realizes gaon is right to some degree, but it is convoluted, and it’s not so simple to face your own traumas. however, he does for a moment after gaon leaves, remember another instance of abuse he couldn’t stop but wishes he could, wishing a parental figure of sorts would’ve come in to save him like his older self is trying to save the kid version if only he could turn back time, if only he had the power to do what he wish someone else had done for him.

and then the kidnapping scene is just. fucked up in and of itself. it actually makes my skin crawl. not because sunah is scary necessarily, but the lack of autonomy yohan has - especially when we find out later more of sunah’s story. to do something like this after what she’s suffered through makes this scene even more disturbing.

you can see the moment yohan hears heels when sunah (not knowing it’s her yet) comes in. literally the minute he knows someone’s headed his way, he checks the fuck out. his whole face goes slack, especially when sunah reveals herself. and when she’s kissing him? blank as fuck, too. it’s the most dead-eyed stare i think we’ve seen from him.

episode six

so, we get this gem from elijah that i’d like to touch on later. it’s more speculation and just me running through ideas more than it is canon fact. but what it does let us know is that yohan doesn’t seek people out. he prefers to be at home and staying there.

after we get the maid story, and we do get yohan touching sunah’s cheek, and in some fucked up twisted way, this is his way of protecting one of the things isaac cherishes the most. the point of the gesture isn’t just intimidation but serves as an act of intent, of protection in the only way yohan knows how. he’s safeguarding isaac. you can tell he doesn’t actually like sunah at all as a kid, but uses that to his advantage. imagine yohan learning violence for ‘good’ things when his father used violence for ‘bad’ things. what a twisted way of looking at it? and the irony at hand.

additionally, the main reason i’ve included so many varying scenes of yohan touching people isn’t to establish that he’s okay with being touched given how many scenes there are of him randomly shaking people’s hand or touching them. it’s all about context and what the intent is for. most often than not, really way more often than not, yohan only reaches out for people when it’s socially acceptable to do so and because it’s manners. and yet, even in some of those cases, there is still intent behind the gesture.

the moments he acts out the most are when he’s not in front of an audience, when he’s more likely to be alone with his thoughts and is exceptionally more vulnerable to his own triggers.

and i think the scene after he’s back at his house from the kidnapping is noteworthy because it doesn’t just feel like he’s shaking off the effects of the drugs he was given. he seems to visibly trying to compose himself of the mental and physical play he just had to deal with.

the next scene is yohan angry with gaon for taking elijah out. which really, he does have every right to be angry, and one thing i didn’t note above during the ‘you killed your brother’ choke out scene before is that when yohan is backed into any kind of corner, he reacts like a caged animal.

because we’ve already established the scenes with his abuse, his father took his anger physically out on yohan. so how else was yohan supposed have developed the tools to express it? it’s easy to hurt the things you love the most; it’s easy to abuse the ones you know, and between gaon and himself, they both have an unhealthy dynamic because gaon is old enough, strong enough to take whatever yohan gives him. gaon is not family and so there’s still that clear divide and a distinction as to why he lays a hand on gaon but not elijah, for example. gaon can still pose a threat. elijah is family. then again, it can also be said that maybe yohan considers gaon family, and gaon betrayed elijah and therefore yohan, and you don’t do that. not with yohan’s understanding of family dynamics.

but with that said, it begs the question why yohan keeps gaon around, and i think some of that has to do with the fact that gaon surprises yohan. he might’ve set his sights on him long before he became an associate judge or maybe he took interest after gaon was chosen for the role (this is still up in the air), but deep down, yohan sees something in gaon despite his snooping, despite his righteousness. it could be the potential; it could be the fact that gaon could be better than yohan if he just allowed himself to loosen the ropes he’s tied himself with when it comes to the court of law and the justice system.

but here’s the thing that idk a lot of people have really picked up on. gaon is one side of the same coin underneath it all. he’s also provoked yohan with physicality when yohan brought up details about soohyun.

to be fair, we can say that yohan evokes a different type of anger in gaon, one that he hasn’t tapped into for years that allows him to open up to that more physical side of himself he learned to put behind him. gaon doesn’t really come across as the physically threatening type, but yohan does push his buttons and vice versa.

but then, of course, we have the big fight scene where gaon goes in on the attack, and that’s when yohan makes his threat not to attack him ever again. it’d be easy to say he says it based on the merit of him not actually attacking soohyun, but seriously speaking, the intent feels much more than that. more along the lines of asking gaon not to provoke him without warning again because next time might be bad. most of their other fights, especially the one above,have been in the midst of conversation. this time, it’s from a place of complete surprise, and you can tell yohan goes on the defensive when his first instinct is to not just throw gaon back but raise his fist to strike.

episode seven

the only physical contact yohan has with anyone is the president, and that’s when he turns on the live video of the two of them, and it’s clearly intended to be a lowkey threat. he keeps pulling the president back into his side to be on the live camera after the dude tried to come after yohan. i do think it’s hilarious that yohan manipulated the situation with a live component just as the president and the rest of the rich people thought they could turn a live court show into manipulating the public.

and then, of course, the jail scene. the part where he makes gaon stay. he also touches gaon’s shoulder later just before they leave.

episode eight

the most prominent scene in this ep is certainly the scene where sunah comes onto yohan, and you can tell she did it to get under his skin in some way. of course, he’s smart and knows she’s up to something, but i think it’s so interesting how he wraps his fists around hers, almost as if to tame her and prevent her from trying to further put her hands on him.

we also know yohan has no issue with using physical force regardless of who it is (obviously, his dialogue in this scene, too) when he feels caged or trapped. his intention is also to retrieve isaac’s necklace, and i like how he uses literally anything to his advantage. meaning, he’ll use physical touch, his mentality, etc to get what he wants or needs, even if it is marginally uncomfortable to some degree.

and i think that also says alot about him is that he’s able to displace what makes him uncomfortable in moments like this to achieve an end goal.

additional thoughts

i know this isn’t really common with a lot of the characters in general, and could be chalked up to a cultural component, but yohan’s definitely not a hugger.

the other thing i wanted to note is yohan’s seemingly adherence to touch unless it’s for good reason in relation to sex. the main reason i bring it up is because i’ve seen it discussed a bit, especially in regard to elijah’s comment about him not staying out overnight since the fire. there are a few plausible scenarios, maybe more, but for the sake of this, we’ll go for these.

yohan has had past relationships/experience or will in future episodes

day flings

he’s never had an interest in anyone before given his upbringing and abuse and therefore never sought out sex

inexperience could be from lack of interest in other people and sex itself

he’s never found anyone to really connect with and trust in such a way and has avoided it for that reason

and i bring this up mainly because i think it could be something to explore in fanon, but also because i’m kind of annoyed with how people have been talking about yohan being a virgin. i’m not quite sure what the joke is, but lack of sexual experience does not mean naive or that he doesn’t have a sense of humor when that’s clearly far from the truth:

i don’t know that people find it unbelievable because of his age, because of characterization of yohan being more dominant, but none of these things negate this being an option. i think it’s perfectly plausible of a situation (from what we know right now), and truthfully, it would make a whole lot of sense. i just don’t get the jokes about it that i’ve been seeing online (twitter) when there isn’t a mutual exclusiveness to any of it whatsoever.

yohan already has a hard time connecting with people, and i can imagine that level of physicality could be difficult. clearly he knows how to use a version of it to get what he wants. i’ve no doubt he’s used his charms in situations where he’s needed to. yohan knows he has that going for him, at the very least. but sexual appeal and jokes doesn’t mean having a body count any more than it could indicate there being one.

lastly, i also want to pull these paragraphs from @b612sunsets​‘s post because i think they do a much better job than i ever could of explaining, short and sweet, a fundamental part of yohan’s characterization, and mainly what i was trying to get at with this long ass post.

“There's two things we already know about Yohan from the last 6 episodes: he hates being touched when he doesn't see it coming and doesn't have control over it because of the abuse he suffered (I assume). To name a few: Soohyun grabbing his elbow to stop him from leaving and get answers about Gaon, the beggar that touched him while he searched for the fireman, Gaon after punching him and Yohan clearly telling him to NEVER do it again. The impression it gave to us is that if there's a next time he might not be able to stop his instinctive reaction of defending himself and using violence back (something worse than choking or pushing Gaon and he doesn't want to do that with him).

“Unless it's a friendly/small/slow touch like in the breakfast scene when Gaon touches his arm when he gets up to offer them some fruits. When he had the nightmare with Isaac, his walls were up high so even if he could see Gaon's touch coming and it was friendly, he decided to stop it because he was too defensive and sensible to accept the gesture (it would be the first time Gaon started physical contact with him too, he wouldn't be ready for that in such a state).

“The second thing is that Yohan hates when people take what is his or mess with what is important to him. Again, to name a few: Sunah with the necklace when she was a maid, the fireman with Isaac's watch (Yohan made them fall from high places, not caring if they died or not), the guy that fabricated the small bombs that hurt Gaon (Yohan would have burnt his face if "K" hadn't stopped him) and Gaon taking Elijah out of the house to Soohyun without previous notice (a cop and someone he doesn't trust).”

yohan has a very, very large sense of self-preservation for himself and for those he cares about. it’s in his intention, actions, facial expressions, movements, the way he interacts with people. i find it fascinating how calculating he can be, but at home, he’s at his most vulnerable and almost socially unaware and awkward.

yohan is a bit of an irony. he understands people from an action-oriented, instinctual level, but he doesn’t necessarily understand their thoughts and emotions in the waves of nuances that people live through on the daily. like, he gets it to an extent and on a practical level, but he himself is a square trying to fit into a circle - he doesn’t always understand it for himself and has to actively work on social cues so as not to come across as the devil child he was once painted to be.

and let it not be unsaid, yohan really will go to the ends of the earth for family, even if it means stepping out of his comfort zone.

and so anyway, i doubt this offered any real insight, but i think this is my way of breaking all of this down for myself. so, tada!!! lmao

[supercorp-hosie]

My thoughts for Legacies 316: (here we go again😂)

(I’m combining after thoughts with live thoughts)

1) The soundtracks for this episode are amazing, they fit very well even for Finsie that I heard that a lot of people were complaining on Reddit.

2) I finally get my team Sowanby! I just feel so much from them! They kind of make a great team, but please, do not go on another heist again. You both sucks at that! The holes are, the museum don’t have a fucking alarm for Leonardo DaVinci’s work? Are you kidding me? And Landon beating the shit out of the guard but not putting him out first is so dumb. The worst is Cleo calling Landon’s name so loud, I can’t😂😂😂😂😂😂 you don’t want people to be on your back when you have the Malivore threat going on guys! And ha! You guys are on the headline! That’s why I really feel like these supernaturals are so outdated and solidified from modern technology, even in 2030! Are you going to tell me everything technology will still be the same like now?? Come on, there’ll be cameras watching everywhere. Like they can see Cleo using magic! I need my Trimini (or bridge) coven and Hope starting to integrate the supernatural world with the modern world. About Trimini and Hope future career, click here.

3) the line about “many who shaped it are never acknowledged” I stand! After that, about the key card my random thoughts were about Landon being the one that stole the key card😂 just out of the blue and I’m proven wrong though.

4) Landon bonding with Cleo!!!! They thought the same way, and “I can promise that anyone that have to get to you, they have to get to me” is so strong! But the scene after, is the moment I started really doubting Landon, the look is too alarming. But there are still Sowanby scenes😭😭😭 and the melted heart mud... I mean I genuinely believed that the spell didn’t work because Landon is also mud himself. But in hindsight it is horrific, like the serial killer is just standing next to you but and the signs are right in front of you.

5) Malivore mud being artistically friendly! I can’t haha! Oh and when Holarke walked on Sowanby inspiring moment🤣🤣🤣I can’t, they act like both of them are cheating on one another it’s hilarious. Thank you for acknowledging each other Holarke and Sowanby🤣. By now, I should have known that’s MaliLandon. It’s humiliating because Holarke and Sowanby got me so happy that I didn’t see the clues lmao! Because there’s this line: “Following the footstep of the Renaissance greatest man? ” but this thing, Cleo only did it with Leonardo, with whom she slept with......

6) And damn, after that, I felt like a FOOL, CLOWN, WHATEVER after that! All I have for team Sowanby is fake 🙃🙃🙃🤡🤡🤡 Anyway we still have to admit that the promise still stand true right, cuz it’s literal.🤣🤣🤣 MaliLandon fulfills his promise by eating Cleo. TYPICAL.

7) Holarke! Clarke is still handsome as ever😍. We can see his presence is clearly affecting Josie and making Hope giving him information. Can we talk about how cute is he sleeping soundly here?

8) Lizzie being the only unaffected queen here. AND IT’S FINALLY LIZZIE’S TURN FOR “AD SONNUM” I can totally see her pleasantness in doing that to somebody after being on the receiving end🤣🤣🤣 Josie and Hope had done it before so now we actually see her doing it. I somehow feel completed.

9) The look Hope and Josie shared. Hosie!

10) Josie is going to be the death of me! I like her look. And how the camera moving upward gosh! And I’m totally digressing here, what is a razzleberry? And what is a slush? I have no idea what they are, I just feel like tasting what she tasting now. Lizzie’s line, crashing and splashing😂 Am I colour blind? Cuz I really can’t tell whether Hope is wearing dark blue or dark green 😅 if it’s green, then the traffic lights colour are back again lol. If blue, then Hosie matching clothes! Did Finsie ever have matching colours? I’m just wondering.

11) Hosie scene! They talked about how seeing Clarke traumatised Josie~~ damn and Josie says traumatised is her permanent resting state. I mean even on her birthday she was buried alive lmao. And Hope wants to help Josie stop the traumas by sacrificing herself to defeat Malivore, like by literally dying. Which she didn’t want because she didn’t want to live forever.

12) Holarke scene again! I love all those banters and their dynamics😂😂 how Hope is the only one that trusts Clarke now. The mimic spell! It’s their thing😍😍. Oh it totally surprised me that Clarke isn’t mud man anymore. I’m really happy for him, because he finally break himself out of the abuse! It seems like triad is totally gone?? But I still kind of think that there may be something more? And Clarke’s reaction to Hope opening the artefact! 🤣🤣🤣 and the way that Clarke sensed the familiarity with Cleo! Yea boy, she’s the inspiration to the creation of you.

13) Clarke keeps calling Hope and Landon kids🤣 how’s the feeling of getting kid!Hope kicking your ass and saving you😂😂😂 oh she’s totally your equal. Frenemies at best! YES! I love Holarke bonding. And the fact that Clarke being Hope inspiration to believe in friendship and her family now can help her to defeat Malivore, I Stan! Don’t lose sight of the corner! Josie! Lizzie! Clarke! Yes you have them! I’m glad that Clarke didn’t die, I’ll be so mad because the writer would be bringing him back for nothing. Oh the incendia is painful, affecting me more than the fake looking MaliLandon eating Cleo. The height difference again🤣 with Holarke this time.

14) I love Maleb clothes, not really shipping them just short form for their bromance😂 but I do enjoy if there suggests shipping cuz it’s fun! Love that them being supportive of each other, superheroing, and the hero name🤣🤣they’re clueless too. Poor Kaleb and Cleo. I really need his backstory 😫

15) about hero names, I’m still having playback of “blursome and essential” in my mind. MG is looking at the mask longer than Kaleb, I feel like he’s missing Ethan, like a lot. Another thing is, since we see the effect of someone else being compelled so clearly, but we never seen Ethan’s compelling effects. Or it’s a budget matter? They must be kidding right? So maybe Ethan is really faking it? So that leads us to Lethan....

16) if my suspicion is true, then damn, Ethan is using Lizzie to get into SBS? I’m worried for Lizzie’s wellbeing. Also the look on Josie when Ethan drives near tight after she said like some eligible will fall out of the sky🤣🤣🤣 the timing is impeccable lmao. For real, Lizzie wanting Ethan to be Hope’s rebound after her kiss with him in the trio imagination, is ....so the trio is now sharing guys now? Jandon is still there in the history! It’ll be like a very messing love multi-triangle😌😌😌

17) the way Lizzie talked about how Hope is perfect the whole way and judging by the day when they arrived at SBS? That’s very long! Lmao, Lizzie are you sure you’re not in love with Hope? Hizzie rights! (I don’t even know when I started to ship Hizzie, it’s a mystery🤣) I think I can only talk like that about my love. Why don’t you make you and your sister Hope’s rebound? I’ll be happy with what I get🤣

18) The decision to bring Ethan on a tour, is so bad. What if ethan ended up enrolling SBS and Alaric can’t deny the application? Did she ever think of that?? And Josie and Mg is going to face the consequences in the near future🤣 dreadful! From there I already felt the cliche sweetness that when you’re trying to be a wingwoman and ended up “selling” yourself out🤣🤣 fuck CW for cutting the scenes of Lizzie’s epic facial expression when she was slapped with her own words😂😂😂anyway, it’s no way she can refuse the ask out after 315 where Lizzie still thinks that she can’t be the chosen one when Hope is there, but someone actually chooses her even after all the Hope is perfect speech. As much as I mourn for Methan and Mizzie, I’m happy that she got someone to tell her that. But I think they’re destined to backfire😅

19) so does the Mizzie “will they won’t they?” officially end here? I’m confused. Btw it’s really a way to mention Sebastian’s death being relocated permanently 🤣 oh wait...she knew that that prison world is destroyed forever right????? Someone save me.

20) okay I have to go back before Ethan picked the twins up: while Lizzie is actually worrying about themselves being stranded, Josie is just more concerned about Hope? Hosie! Poor Josie, she never sees that she is Hope soft spot and can totally make Hope happy too. Look at your dumb joke at 103, Hope’s laugh is magnificent too. It’s because of you. And yes I’m with Josie, I just ship Hope with herself and her axe right now, don’t put her with anyone for at least 5 more episode please.

21) The one that doesn’t dissolve into goo! Now is Clarke! And the both of you my dear twins. Btw, the dna thing, where Clarke confirms that dna is still toxic... so it applies to Landon too right? And it’s now just more overwhelmingly apparent that handon sex is without protection. Yea so much for epic love. And this is about the possibility where (hopefully) it’s not MaliLandon when the sex scene happened.

22) Finsie time! I got to say, it’s really improving. Their scene is beautiful, finally. That feeling that they’re nice together is now going on continuous for me. I’m happy for them! They are now stepping up on Hosie, not derogatory, I’m just seeing some parallels from hosie here. The disclose of Ethan broken arm, where Hosie has done, before that there’s Clarke’s traumatising Josie thing with Hosie. Next, the focus on the hand holding, I’m thinking of 207 and others. The “me being here with you”, with hosie 308 “then I’ll be here with you”. The whole thing is very comforting for Josie. The hug is good too. We can see that they finally have some nice scene and the bgm is good for them.

23) I have no idea what is magical agronomy, so I look it up. Again, that shows how Josie love plants, like someone in Reddit said they observed that Josie’s side of room has several plants. And in 307, the herbs, that she remembers. I think it can help a lot if Hope is starting a magical technology company. Josie’s interest in that can come in handy. They’ll make a great team. About TRIMINI INDUSTRIES tap here.

24) we are still missing Jed here. Justice for Jed. We need Jed real first name. Did anyone notice when the super squad faces MaliLandon there’s no werewolf present? They’re really downplaying that huh? But maybe I can be satisfied that they are not making Finch being there but not Jed.

25) We need to address this thing about Handon. It’s like one and a half time that Hope couldn’t recognise that Landon is not Landon right? We still have to give credits to her memories shared with Cleo actually make Cleo kind of recognise the difference? So half a time. I agree with Josie’s words that Landon makes Hope happy. I mean, yes, most of the time they failed in working but there’s still sweet scenes between them. So that’s actually what makes Handon tolerable. They are what makes me only do facepalm rather than skipping them. So yes of course Hope has happy moments with Landon. Just that it doesn’t mean that they’re good together.

26) it’s always Landon’s bros that first find out Landon wasn’t Landon😂 this time is Clarke. It’s Clarke that tell Hope, “Landon will never leave you”. That’s the inconsistency of the writers, not counting MaliLandon’s time, it’s still two times. And there’s time that some will argue that Landon’s feet literally walk away from Hope. So...that’s not true, do not stuff that in our throat anymore. “I always thought you two are destined to be together” is this the writer way of saying they’re not doing Handon anymore or otherwise? Cuz “thought” is past tense and “are” is present tense. I’m tired. It’s normal that Hope still wants Landon to be happy and still love him. But after the breakup, when she still doesn’t know that it’s MaliLandon, the “still dying to get Landon again” is obsession. Girl, it’s derogatory to your self-esteem. “If a mud man like me can beat his fate, maybe you kids can too” yea that’s Handon going on.

27) we shouldn’t need to be told that Handon is epic love multiple times. We should be able to feel them, see them ourselves. Why did I start approving Finsie now, because instead of them being only all talking and no showing, now we see them working well (until now). I have been widely accepting to any other legacies ships and why I never ship Handon? So really these multiple telling us that how good is Landon to Hope, is not working. I’ve never been so frustrated.

28) Let’s appreciate the Handon parallel with 101. It’s interesting that how Landon is inside the cage and Hope is outside the cage again. The meaning of the cage has deep meaning here. Handon first kiss is in the cage, that kind of mean that their love is trapped there. Like how their relationship being so troublesome and bound by these fateful encounters. The lights are quite similar, handon always has this blue lighting for them, which sometimes it’s kind of weird. The first time it is Hope decorating the ceiling with stars for Landon. It’s sweet, but also implying that what Handon has is the false beauty of them and not keeping the cage symbolism in mind. In other way of interpreting it, this is the writer foreshadowing their endgame. Cuz they’re trapped there, no way in no way out.

29) I think I’m not the only one bothered by the mostly lack of real Landon appearance in s3. As we can see how MaliLandon words sits so right about, Landon not belonging to SBS if it weren’t Hope. Then he leaves with Cleo, that’s a thing for Sowanby too, they still don’t have roots with the school, and it’s a great bonding between them, friendship or not. It’s the bond between them that matter. In 314 315, we always see that the students were totally fine without Landon. Like the three trios paralleling? It’s sad that Landon is like bouncing here and there in SBS but never really belong. And now the writers kind of ripped his personal development. So now he has neither his pheonix powers nor fighting skills, great? And even Hope’s growth too. We are seeing her moving to a good direction and the writers have to drag her back in the hell hole. Hope needs to not always looking at Landon for her happiness, it’s not good for the both of them. Like MG said, be your own person.

30) THEORIES regarding Landon: a) It’s MaliLandon all the way? I hope not, it’s reminding me of Lost Girl that one of the characters slept with the father personating the person she loves, and got pregnant. Tell you what was more alarming? When the episode ended, I was recommended to move on to Lost Girl on CW seed. It’s disgusting! Why do you want to help make me hate Handon? I don’t even hate them initially! I’m like struggling to be logical and lean on the positive side here. Why I can’t move on from this possibility: first, I’ve always headcannon that Malivore has partial control over Landon. Like how Landon actually wasn’t lying in 102 103? That’s Malivore. And Handon, as genius as always, doesn’t talk about it. Second, the way that Landon dissolved, he was human back then, but he turns into goo? how does it even work? If he is human, toxic to dna will make him die, not become goo, right? Even if that wasn’t a problem, it can also be MaliLandon trying his luck. Third, Malivore purpose is to make the perfect legacy, he will totally give it a try to make tribrid-Malivore babies. Fourth, during the inspiration from Cleo, MaliLandon has Landon’s memories, enhancing the theories that Malivore has partial control over Landon, so even if it wasn’t MaliLandon, it’s still partial-MaliLandon. Fifth, after the inspiration, MaliLandon said that he doesn’t need Hope to tackle his problem or for his purposes, which means he initially wanted Hope, thinking getting to Hope can help with his purposes. It’s really not a far-fetched.

31) THEORIES regarding Landon: b) it’s real Landon during sex, but Malivore got him in the prison world. While having Landon’s personal growth ripped and Handon still dragging out are not pleasant at all, this is still a more pleasant theory for me. At least Landon did start fighting for himself after sometime, and while the sex is still partial-MaliLandon, at least it’s not MaliLandon. (I’m always using at least for Handon 🙃) maybe we can still have Landon fighting skills? Cuz I was happy for him about this though. But I just don’t think so. The evidence for this theory is, my feeling about Landon in 306 is that it kind of fits Landon personality, but he did start his violence there. Another thing is the letter. There’s care in “to whom it may concern”. However, that can be just me being simp. And there’s also possibilities that the partial control from Malivore is cultivating Landon’s behaviour starting there and slowly taking control. Because making a deal with the devil always has its consequences. It’s either that or Landon was taken after the letter.

32) regarding the picture above, i just want to point out about another interesting point about the structure of the scene, if you scroll back and see sowanby picture with the door and another bonding talk, you can se that there’s always pillar and frames that’s framing or trapping them together. Like Handon. I mean that’s totally MaliLandon, so this pointing out is not mean to be romantic. It’s just a thought about how devastating that Cleo is stuck in something her whole life, especially the picture structure that implies that she’s stuck with MaliLandon again.

33) overall I’m thinking this is a good and disgusting episode. With all the unexpected twist, it’s really good, there’s actually layers in showing us that Landon is not Landon every time. Then those bonding. The soundtrack, the scenes. Disgusting, is about the theory, and how we are all tangled back to Handon again after we finally have some fresh air. Not to mention the always surprisingly convenient that Landon always has an excuse when we see Landon did something bad to Hope. Like he can never be making big mistake while only having little questionable doings that can’t possible tarnish him being the perfect person in the show. The first time he lies, Malivore controlled him. During the pageant competition, he is justified to walk away when he totally chose the wrong timing to ask that question, leaving Hope alone breaking in front of such important event. 207, monsters are coming for him, he’s protecting people by leaving. Musical episode, he needs to cross boundaries because it’s bound to be, without further reasoning it with Hope, when Hope specifically was very respectful of him in 111 about his songs. And now, this. That’s not him, we can’t blame him. He will never be blame for something big because the writers is biased. Very biased in making that Landon is better than anyone else in the show, so he’s the perfect guy for Hope. Like no one can compare with him. He’s almost perfect. Perfect than Hope.

34) Reflect on what Hope did in 308, MG is kind of right, she shouldn’t have touched it without fully prepared. Because it totally let Malivore running out free instead of him being an originally contained problem. It’s for the good view in whole. Heroes make hard decisions. There’s still the hair thing cut from Hope and Golem!Landon.

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[merakiclosed]

》 Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Non-idol!Fem reader

》 Request: ‘Idol!Namjoon where reader is like a sister to the maknae line and they go clubbing but she is more of a bookworm. Namjoon has a crush on her and when she stops dancing with the others, they finally get together. ‘

》 Genre: Fluff, Idol!au, PG rated 

》 Word count: 960

》 Notes/Warnings: Female reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of grinding on people. 

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It’s the complete opposite to what you’re used to; the loudness of the music that reverberates along the club walls vibrates within you as people sway to the beat, grinding on top of one another. You could count on one hand the amount of times that you had been in a club, and this was just the reminder of why you don’t go to them. Going to a club was one thing, but going to one that was exclusive for idols was… interesting to say the least as you saw idols in every corner of the room, hidden from their everyday lives and cameras that were constantly in their faces. To be in a place like this, as a non-idol, showed how much the boys trusted you. Gazing sideways, you can tell by their faces that they enjoyed stuff like this every once in a while as Jimin giggles at something Tae said. 

Jimin grabs Tae’s and Jungkook’s hand “C’mon let's have some fun” he shouts as he runs to the dance floor, the two boys tripping over their feet before giggling as if they were already drunk. You’re so out of your comfort zone that you have no idea where to even go as Hoseok drags Yoongi somewhere, footsteps planned and precise. Tugging down your dress as it clings to you like a second skin, your eyes squint from the flashing lights as you find a booth in the corner of the room which is perfect for you. As soon as you’re about to sit down, a hand grabs yours softly and you turn around to find a beaming Jimin looking at you like a kid on Christmas, “Y/n” he whines, swinging your arms around “Let’s dance, don’t you remember your promise?” and cue his puppy eyes you curse under your breath. You remember the dare vividly, with the only reason you agreeing would be that you planned to never step in a club again. As he once again makes his way to the dance floor, you're unaware of the eyes that have been on you all night. 

The heels on your feet threaten to make you fall at any second, though that thought flew out of your head as soon as you saw Jungkook trying to twerk in Tae’s face. The three of them almost created a circle around you in the corner of the dance floor like they were protecting you from the idols around you. They knew you wouldn’t be up for long, and you didn’t like being in crowded places for long. They were proven correct after a little while when you lean into Jungkook and whisper that you were going to sit down in the booth with none of them stopping you. They would never make you uncomfortable, after all you were like their little sister. 

An elbow goes into your side causing you to curl into yourself as you shuffle along the floor, your feet aching from wearing the heels for too long. Relief filled you once you finally got to sit down, the booth looking over the entire floor and none of the flashing lights reached to blind you. Watching the crowd, you crave to do what you do every other Friday night; laying in your bed, a book in your hand and swamped in blankets. No unnecessary noise and no people around you. 

A very familiar body sits in front of you, his dimple smile causing you to visibly relax from the unknown tension that flowed through your body. Namjoon always had this calming aura around him, even with your massive crush on him. Neither of you say anything as you both make eye contact, the tips of his ears going red. 

“Hey, Y/n” his voice is so soft, you almost miss it from the music booming. 

“H-hi Joonie” you stammer, making you mentally curse yourself. You’ve talked to him a thousand times, but his affect on you will always be a problem. You were never going to tell him about your crush, after all you’re surrounded by gorgeous idols whereas you’re just you. A normal, everyday person. 

“You looked like you were having fun with the younger ones” he says, cutting you from your thinking. 

Looking at him you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your arm, “uh not exactly.” 

No look of surprise crosses his face; he knows you all too well on what you do on a usual Friday night, it’s the exact same thing he does. Leaning forward in the chair, he gently grabs your smaller hands in his, as his face changes into one of full adoration, “do you want to get out of here?” 

“B-but what about the boys?” your voice trails off as you look back at the three maknae’s that are now sat with Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok. All of them are laughing, occasionally taking a sip from whatever they were drinking. Sliding out of the booth whilst never taking his hand from yours, he stands in front you, the smile on his face never leaving, “See, they’re fine. Now, I know the perfect place to go.” 

Following him out of the building, the cool chill of the night brushes along your skin causing you to shiver as you look up at him, “where are we going?” 

Suddenly stopping, he takes his jacket off and drapes it on you before taking your hand in his once again, “a place that both of us would rather be; the bookstore” 

A cheeky smile crosses your lips, squeezing his hand, “Like a first date?” 

Laughing hysterically, you watch as Namjoon starts to stutter over his words and his ears turn red once again, not just from the cold, before he composes himself, “Yeah. like our first date.” 

[1994sunflower]

You mentioned that sometimes Michael and Y/N would get sexual during zoom classes. Could you maybe write about one of those times?

this was just....so hot I-

in which michael distracts you during zoom class

It wasn’t something that was easy to get used to. Even months into the new reality. Because still, having your computer in front of you with several little boxes that held your classmates and professors with your notes in your lap as you sat on the couch, felt strange. Especially when, not being in the usual classroom, left you feeling a little less like you were learning something in class and more like you were watching a video with little motivation and the little attention span needed for it. 

Michael’s presence wasn’t exactly helping your attention to stay on class either. Especially when he had you situated comfortably in his lap. You loved being so close to him and while at any other time you would be enjoying the feeling, melting back into his chest, you couldn’t right then as you moved your pencil to what your professor was saying. No matter how much you wanted to. 

Your classmates could see the dangerous man behind you though you couldn’t be sure how many of the wide eyes, pointed fingers and gossiping moving lips were due to them watching your screen and recognizing the big body you were sitting on or the intricate tattoos of the arm that was in frame, wrapped around your body. 

Shocked at who they were actually seeing in their class, being so passive and seeming so normal, with you being in his arms without looking the least bit scared or intimidated. Almost looking happy and accustomed to this side of him. Shockingly distant from the cruel and aggressive man they knew him to really be. Only half of him was visible, the other half just out of frame so they couldn’t see his face in its entirety. Just the recognizable stoic expression as he looked blankly at his phone or at you, fingers trailing your skin absentmindedly, while you listened to class.

Or maybe it wasn’t recognition at all and it was only acknowledging just how jarring it was to see your little body so completely eclipsed by the figure behind you. 

It was the same reactions it was since the beginning of virtual learning. Ever since you and Michael were provided your first opportunity to feel like you were actually living together, alone, as a couple. Sure you had practically lived at his house for years but it was never anything official. You had your clothes there, a toothbrush, essentials and you nearly always slept there. But you still had your apartment and you would go back at least once a week.

Now however, you were together 24/7 every day, for months on end. Where you saw each other from morning to night, yet never getting tired of each other. Feeling comfortable because it felt so natural. Even in the uncertainty that was the world, you felt safe in your bubble with him. It was new and it felt titillatingly like the start of a new life with him, one that could continue on even after everything went back to normal. A future, a family. 

It always felt as comfortable and right as it did right then when he was right with you even as you listened to your class. The professor droned about the structure of proteins, chemical transportation. All things you were familiar with. But still, you listened with rapt interest, trying to get as much integrated into your permanent knowledge as possible. That’s why you didn’t think twice about Michael sitting up slightly, making you move with him. You didn’t even care when he put his hand on your inner thigh.

But, it was kind of hard to ignore when he leaned forward and kissed your lips. Your eyes widened and you gasped against his lips, eyes drawn away from the screen and to your boyfriend. You ended the kiss quickly, planning on going right back to paying attention but Michael pushed your chin towards him and sealed your lips again. 

You mumbled against his lips in surprise, kissing back for just a moment. It was hard to deny him completely, especially when his lips felt so good on yours. Each second you slowly moved him out of the camera range, just so that if any wandering eyes landed on you, they’d just see your side profile. Nothing else. Maybe see your lips moving.

But eventually, you pushed against his chest and glanced back at the screen and, still on, camera. “Michael!” You chastised, but a small playful smile still playing on your lips.

You were blushing when you turned back to the screen, hoping no one had seen anything, too busy paying attention to the professor’s lecture. You should’ve turned off the camera for a second. And you were proven to be so right on that front.

Even when you were trying desperately to catch back up to what your professor was saying, scribbling down the key words you managed to hear, whatever had gotten into your boyfriend never let up. He had been so silent, in his own little world and paying little mind to what you were doing, but that was gone. Whatever it was, had him in no way content with not feeling you like he wanted in that moment.

The hand resting on your inner thigh trailed up your skin until it was completely under your the hem of his oversized t-shirt you were wearing. The feeling of his rough grip on your thighs to your pelvis had you straightening up, your breath caught in your throat. His hand spread your legs slightly, just enough for his hand to fit, with an expertise only he had with your body. One arm was around your waist, preventing you from getting up as he moved your thin panties to one side. His lips at your ear, the one outside of the camera range, mumbling how much he loved you wearing dresses that had such easy access, even when you have class at home.

You still dress up daily for your classes, because it would keep your productive. Obviously Michael appreciated it too, just for a different reason. 

Everything was so sudden, abrupt. One second, he had been silently staring at his phone, lost in his own thoughts and the next his fingers were on your pussy. Regardless, as his pushed his middle fingers down your slit, he felt you start getting wetter, coating his digit. 

Your grip on his wrist was tight, “Michael.” You said through clenched teeth. You didn’t want to alert anyone that something was going on that shouldn’t be. Your face never left the camera and you may still seem completely normal expression wise, but your breathing was shallow. And yet still, you did nothing to move his hand or close your legs.

Besides it wasn’t abrupt, not really. Not for Michael at least who for the past 20 minutes, since your class had started had nothing but you running through his mind. And it was your fault. You were the one that, as soon as you sat on his lap when class started, had kept wiggling your hips. Each time you tried to get more comfortable, or didn’t understand something so your entire body moved in frustration. Each slight movement went straight to his hard cock straining against his jeans. Granted, he was the one that had made you sit on him, preferring to feel you rather than to have you on the opposite side of the spacious couch. Worse that you did all this while wearing his shirt that was so long on you, it qualified as a dress with nothing but your panties on underneath.

It also didn’t help that he noticed the same reactions you did. How your classmates were surprised at how a good, shy girl in their class, a bright student, could be in his arms. And then the flashes in his mind, memories of how that same girl they were looking at was also the one he could absolutely break with his dick and begged for it. How he had ruined you, marking you permanently as his, and they had no idea. 

Even when his fingers were stuffing themselves in your cunt just out of their view, thinking your face was just scrunched in confusion at the material, looking down at your notes instead of down at his tattooed fingers knuckles deep inside of you.

Your hold on your pencil was tight, trying to keep it from falling out of your grip. But writing was downright useless. You couldn’t keep it still for long enough to actually get a word out, but then again, it wasn’t as if you really heard anything your professor was saying anymore. 

You chanced a glimpse of yourself on the screen and didn’t miss the flushed look on your face, the way your mouth was open in a silent moan. But you tried to school your features back to a normal expression. Which didn’t work, especially not when Michael began moving his fingers in and out of you in a vigorous pace, seemingly relishing in the filthy sounds of your wetness. 

Hopefully, you could pass your gasp as nothing more than a yawn. Your hips bucked against his hand, from pure reflex. “M-Mikey.” Your strict voice turned out to sound much more breathy and whiny than you intended for it to sound.

“Pay attention to class, little one.” He observed you with cold eyes, almost cruel teasing eyes. You closed your eyes to prevent them from rolling back at the sound of that name you loved so much. But then you snapped them right back open, terrified at how your expression could be interpreted by others, if they so happened to look at your little box.

Michael watched your face through the screen with twisted interest. Loving the way you tried so desperately to appear concentrated in class but each second you would bite your lip, scrunch up your face, drop your mouth open, or even look away entirely when you couldn’t control your lewd expressions. It sent a jolt of pride through him to know he was the one that was making you so weak and uncontrollable.  

Your handwriting in your notes, which you had already long abandoned earnestly, was squiggly and broken, the words having nothing to do with what your professor was actually going through. Your thoughts felt blurred as only deep pleasure registered. Your mind was hyper-fixated on each of Michael’s movements, all his touches on your skin. The way his long fingers reached so deeply inside of your clenching hole. His fingers were dripping with your wetness, down to his knuckles and palm. His pace was brutal and you already felt the coil in your tummy. Your movements as his fingers curled inside you were subtle and the small moans you allowed to slip from your only slightly open mouth were imperceptible to the camera, just like his your shirt being hiked up to your waist.

Sure, you’d done something similar with him before. But never this brazenly, watching yourself trying not to fall apart on the very same camera that everyone else could see. They saw you as a good, sweet student. Not like this, not this girl who was letting her big, mean, boyfriend use her body in front of her class. Both of you realized that, just how differently they viewed you. And Michael was just spurred on more by it. 

His thumb came up to your clit and moved in circles on your sensitive nub of nerves and your nails digging into his arm was enough to let him know you were going to cum. You didn’t want to say it out loud, even if they couldn’t hear you, it’d be too humiliating. To see your mouth move to say those filthy words in front of everyone, the way you no doubt would be unable to stop moaning as soon as your mouth opened.

And when Michael took your cue, stopping you from getting to that point, and moved just enough, just subtly enough that it wasn’t picked up by the camera, to free his hard dick from his jeans, your fingers, shaky and curled up from the pleasure, moved as quickly as you could to turn off the camera. 

They wouldn’t have seen anyway, they could only see to just above your waist. But you were sure Michael wouldn’t try to hide the way he bounced you on his cock. And you wouldn’t have been able to hide the way your face morphed into one of a loud, screaming, cock-hungry slut when he finally split you in half. 

With the camera off, you finally had more freedom. Enough to finally be able to yell at him, but you didn’t. You couldn’t when all he did was chuckle meanly as he raised you by your hips easily. Just enough for him to align himself to your entrance and just enough from him to lower you down to impale himself in you.

“Oh my…fuck” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but that. He was so big. Your class was long forgotten, just a droning voice in the background. You didn’t care about the notes you were missing, about what you were supposed to be learning. 

His hold on your hips never went away as he thrusted up into you, bouncing your body up and down as he did. You felt his muscles flex each time. He moved your little body almost effortlessly. His thrusts weren’t fast but they were deep and rough, his balls slapping against your skin. 

Your gaze was on the screen as he did so, but any attempt at focus and attention was useless.

Beta sheets

Hemoglobin

Oxygen Affinity

It all meant nothing to you right then.

All at once, with your panties pushed to the side as he drove into you, groaning behind you, your small body felt so full of his girth. Your walls felt pushed apart and you felt him everywhere, especially in those crevices that he filled as if you were made to fit him. Each time he rubbed against your walls, you let out moans worthy for a porn shoot. 

With your back to him, you were forced to do nothing but watch your professor still talking and all your classmates listening like you should be right then. But instead, you were watching it all happen while you bounced eagerly on your boyfriend’s cock.

“That’s right, clench around me just like that.” One of Michael’s hands pushed their way up his large shirt adorning your body from behind you and kneaded one of your tits. “You like this, don’t you?”

You tried shaking your head but there was no use in lying. 

His other hand came to rub your clit as his thrusts sped up. You were crying out, letting him keep bouncing you with your legs holding you up with as much support as you could muster. Your legs were spread almost completely for him, though facing your computer, baring yourself to your entire class, giving them an undisrupted view of your completely filled cunt.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on his clothed knees to support your hips riding him to take him in and out of you at a quicker pace. “Yes, yes, yes” 

You were whining out for more, your head thrown back to rest against his shoulder, forgetting the way you had been so chastising with him for trying to pull this just a few minutes before. With the way you were moaning, relishing in the way you felt so full with his big dick and how each thrust hit stimulated your walls and pleasurable spots just right, you were surprised you heard it.

“Let’s see….Y/N! You seem a bit camera shy today. So, what do you think?” Your professor’s voice cut through the chorus of moans, skin slapping and grunts filling the room.

No. You gasped as you heard your name being called, stopping your movements on his lap immediately and cutting off your filthy whimpers and moans. Michael slowed down too, but you weren’t sure if it was equally surprise or if it was to hiss in pleasure when you accidentally clenched around him too hard from the surprise. But he didn’t stop. His thrusts never ceased rutting into you.

It wasn’t a big class so your professor sometimes did cold calls. No doubt you suddenly turning off your camera just put more attention on you. But you were filled with dread almost immediately at the circumstances. There couldn’t be a worse time, not when you were currently being railed by your boyfriend. You hadn’t even heard the question.

You were already thinking of how you could play it off as a microphone issue that prevented you from answering, how you would apologize after class that your computer was acting up and that’s why you ignored her question.

But before you could even wrap your frazzled find around those options, Michael had already reached out and unmuted you. He wasn’t helping you in the least and by his tightened grip on you, it was clear he didn’t want to.

It almost felt like your heart dropped down to your stomach. Your face was burning with the embarrassed blush adorning you. They still couldn’t see you but you felt exposed nonetheless. 

“Be a good student, little one.” His voice was almost mocking. It was worse when you felt him start thrusting harder, just enough for them to be unable to hear but for you to really feel it. You wished you could glare at him right then, so he could see the deer-in-the-headlights look in your eyes. But if anything, that would’ve just turned him on even more.

“I-I’m sorry.” You managed to get out, your voice shaky. You closed your eyes and you weren’t sure if it was in mortification or in trying to control your sounds as the tip of Michael’s cock hit you just right. “Co…oh, Could you, um, repeat the question. Please?” You squeaked.

“Sure!” If your professor noticed anything, her chipper voice didn’t give anything away. Michael began bouncing you on his lap again, impaling you entirely each time he brought you back down on his dick and you were helpless to do anything except this time try to pay attention to the words coming out of your professor’s mouth as you rode your boyfriend’s big cock. Even when you were on top, he had completely control. “Based on protein function, why do you think Carbon Monoxide is so toxic for the human system?

You took a deep breath. You knew the answer. You knew that you did. It was something you’ve already been over, you had found so interesting you memorized it by heart. But yet, with your mind just blurred by not only the circumstances of what exactly was happening and just how good Michael was fucking you right then, you couldn’t think of the answer. It was evading you entirely, your brain just blank.

“Is it be-” You cut off abruptly from one of Michael’s especially hard thrust and by his tongue’s exploration of your neck, you were sure he did it on purpose. He was enjoying this. It was almost painful when Michael began rubbing your clit in fast circular rotations until he pinched it. To keep that silent, to open your mouth and force yourself to be silent even when a scream of ecstasy threatened to rip from you as you clenched around him.

Fuck. It was all you could do, to say it in your mind to prevent from screaming for him to fuck you harder out loud. You couldn’t get caught. “Because of inhibition? Competitive?”

You were babbling out breathy responses, unsure if they even made sense together. But you couldn’t stop yourself. You needed for this to be over, so you can finally mute yourself again. But it seemed the universe wasn’t on your side, even when Michael took your legs, bending them so you had no support for yourself. Instead, only he controlled the pace as he held you nearly midair as he drilled into you. And you forced down a scream. He was so strong.

“Not quite.” Your professor responded and you saw her frown, it was wrong. How much it looked like she was looking directly at the lewd sight in front of your computer even with knowing your camera was off. Thinking she was staring at you but really staring at your boyfriend fucking you raw. “That can be a reason but certainly not the main one. Do you want to try again?”

You were shaking your head even when you knew she couldn’t see you but nonetheless you tried again. Only because Michael’s grip on you and the way he was whispering nothing but curse words in your ear convinced you that he wanted you to. “Fuck….shit, yeah, be a good girl while you’re getting fucked.”

“Th-h-he, um, the” You only let out a breathy little moan before you slapped your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes in alarm. Michael had such control of your body, you couldn’t even stop the sounds escaping you. 

“Are you okay?” Your professor asked and you felt just a little more mortified because of it. 

“Yes!” Your answer was a bit too forced but you trudged on, just trying not to get caught. “Sor-rry I’m just not feeling well.” You took a deep breath, “Affiinity! It locks h-hemo-ah-globin in R or T state. I can’t actually remember right now, sorry...”

You trailed off, already pushing your mind in that state past its limit. Just forcing yourself to be stable on that last sentence was a lot. Your body was moving by Michael’s hand a lot faster now.

“Just stop right there at R state, but you’re right.” You were already leaning forward, rolling your eyes back at the feeling of the change in angle with Michael inside of you, blindly clicking the mute button again. You barely had time to see the red line dash across the microphone drawing before Michael moved from under you.

The t-shirt dress you had been wearing was torn from your body so fast you wondered how he had managed it. Now, you were completely exposed. But then, he had you on all fours on the couch, your chest to the cushions below you and your hands balled up in front of you. He was behind you in an instant but his thrusts had stopped. You almost whined in frustration before you felt your laptop being placed directly in front of you. Your eyes widened as you glanced up, a perfect view of the class that was still happening. 

Michael took your hair in one of his hands and pulled back, forcing your head up and gaze directly on the screen in front of you. His other hand was pulling your panties further to the side, giving him a better view of the cunt he was vigorously plowing into and holding you still enough for him to thrust into you from behind. You were so small, you didn’t extend that much further from where you two were connected.

“You’re such a fucking slut, getting fucked in the middle of class.” Michael moved over you so that your entire body was engulfed under his. You whimpered, back arching more at his words. The swear words leaving your mouth as you moaned and let out small screams, no longer trying to hide your sounds now that you hadn’t gotten caught. His hips were moving expertly each time they snapped against your body.

“Look at your classmates.” You felt his grip on your hair tighten and you moaned at the feeling. “They all think you’re such a good and innocent student, they have no idea how you’re letting me fuck you, right in front of them. When you should be learning. What would they say if they knew I ruined that good little girl just like they all expected me to, turned you into my submissive cocksleeve that begs me to do whatever I want with her. Even during communal class time.”

And you did, look. You looked directly at the screen with all your classmates faces and your professor who was going over the last portion of lecture materials. Even as Michael rutted you further into the couch. As you were letting your boyfriend fuck you during the learning period, while your professor talked and students asked questions, even having him inside you as you answered out loud with them, thrusting up, balls deep into you.

It was so sloppy, your wetness leaking all over the back of your thighs and his. Some spilling on your couch. But you couldn’t help it. Not when you were caged under Michael’s big body, just a click away from showcasing it to your entire class. Just how weak you were for him. Just how good he fucked you. How much he had corrupted you.

“You look so pretty like that,” Michael finally let go of your hair just to push your head into the couch, groaning at the way you got tighter from how much you liked it. “So stupid for my cock couldn’t even fucking answer the question right.”

But he couldn’t lie. He felt pride at rendering you so brainless.

Instead of you, now he was the one that appreciated the view in front of him. Having the student even your professor held at such a high regard bent over during class. Watching all the students that had watched you with worried eyes at having him beside you and proving them right. Because of this, he wondered how many had an inkling of what he was doing to his precious, delicate girlfriend. Screwing you like the whore he had made you to be for him. Defiling you, tainting you right in front of their unsuspecting eyes. He had you naked and on all fours right in front of the video call. Willing and begging for him to continue.

Never would they have thought such a sweet thing like you could allow yourself to be taken by a guy like him, more so in such a filthy manner. He was ruining you. Because he could, because you were his. And the innocence they see had long been tarnished into nothing. Destroying your care for the class or its knowledge because right then, all you wanted was his cock and your release.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy, I….gonna cum.” He felt your body tense, your arms stretched out to try to deal with the pleasure in your body. Small, cute moans escaping your moan. “Fuckmefuckme, fuck me harder.”

Your mouth was open and he thought of how easily he could spit into it. Seeing you take something else of his inside of you. A low groaned out curse escaped him. Your entire body moved forward with each thrust as he pounded into you mercilessly

Without doing it on purpose, your hands had landed on the sides of your computer and Michael held you down as his thrusts sped up. He was wrecking you. He heard your breath hitch before your moans turned into screams. It was a lot and he knew it. But watching you basically reach out to your class, to where tens of students were staring forward, making it seem like at you, as he rawing his little girlfriend’s pussy, his girlfriend who, in their eyes, represented nothing but purity. 

Yet here you were, creaming around his cock with no care in the world about doing it in front of them. Nothing could get you off like him. Your relieved and blissed out moan was evidence of just how much being in class didn’t even enter your mind anymore. Even more so when he came right after you. After holding it in for so long, it felt so good to find your release. Filling you up as you closed your eyes to the feeling. Letting him paint your walls, tainting you inside out. Even while your classmates and professor were present, right in front of you, when it was happening.

So good. It was wrong, to let him pound into you like you were nothing but a hole while you listened to class. But you didn’t care. Didn't care how much he was destroying your innocence, knowing doing something like this would have ever crossed your mind without him in your life. And you loved him for that. You felt thrilled just as much as you felt dirty, in the best way.

Your face directly in front of the screen as if you were listening like a good student, instead of milking his cock like the cumdump you actually were. What he had reverted you to. He owned you.

When he finally let go of your body, you tried to hold yourself up as much as you could in a sitting position. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that Michael realized you were uselessly trying to listen to the very last sentences your professor said before class was over. Your notes had becomes messy until they abruptly stopped, you missed too much of class. It was for nothing. But yet, you tried to be responsible, even as your mind felt like static and as your body shook with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. 

He loved online classes.

Michael’s lips found your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses from your jawline to your shoulder as he watched his ‘wholesome’ girlfriend try to pretend you cared about the class. Even after you completely disregarded it as you let him use your body, even after you spoke to your class while he drilled into you. As you sat there, his cum trickling down your thighs. Maybe getting caught wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.