#I just wish I had… more people who talked to me regularly and weren’t the monkey’s paw curling with

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Love & Liabilities: Chapter 5 (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: While you prided yourself on your ability to always put your work above everything else, what happens when you find yourself haunted by a ghost from the past? (A ghost who brings baked goods, waters plants, and enjoys reminding you of what you’ve been missing)

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning: 18+ Minors Do Not Engage! Mommy Kink, degradation kink, light choking, dirty talk, blow job, strap-on sex

A/N: Lawyer!Agatha is back! Finally returning to this fic and planning on updating as regularly as my schedule will allow. If you'd like to be added to my tag-list, feel free to let me know! (if you changed your handle or aren't on here but were previously please lemme know and I'll add you back) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy- would love to hear what you think!

Tag-List: @chiar4anna @harknessshi @neverfindmegone @ris-ris-mind @tr333sus @sabstance-blog

Previous Chapter

Present Day

If there was one thing you had learned from practicing law, it was that the world was filled with misconceptions. For many, misconceptions were nothing more than what the word suggests; small errors. However, as a prosecutor you found yourself unable to revel in that life of luxury. 

In your line of work, a misconception could result in something as trivial as having difficulty filling a jury due to anyone with a beating heart finding an excuse to be sent home. Or to the more extreme case of a criminal being able to walk with no consequences.

However, occasionally the opposite would occur, where the details of a case become so warped and misconstrued that someone innocent is found to be guilty. 

But, you weren’t supposed to worry if a defendant was innocent when your entire job revolved around proving why they were guilty. 

That’s what made the past few days so confusing. 

You had looked over the files Agatha accidentally left behind, and found they held more questions than answers. As crazy as it sounded, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an accident, as any normal person would never compromise such sensitive details to their opponent. 

But then again, most people weren’t Agatha Harkness. 

To your knowledge, one set of the hospital records, Wanda Maximoff’s records, were previously sealed, and you didn’t want to imagine what the attorney had done to acquire them. 

You did wonder if perhaps this was some sort of trap that Agatha was hoping you’d fall into in order to incriminate you, because if there was one thing your former lover prided herself on it was always being ten steps ahead of her opponent before obliterating them in court. 

But that was surely just your paranoia talking.

A few days after Agatha’s impromptu break in you finally finished combing over every last possible piece of information you could gather from the hospital records. The two patients, one of them being Wanda Maximoff, had been involved in a car wreck. Wanda had been eight months pregnant at the time. 

The second patient, Victor Shade, died shortly after being rushed into emergency surgery.

You had scanned and searched the records for more information, perhaps on Wanda’s pregnancy, or even the severity of her injuries. But, and you were nearly certain this wasn’t a coincidence, the majority of the pages were missing.

It didn’t take you long to guess who most likely had a perfectly manicured hand in that.

Agatha Harkness was single-handedly the most pompous, deceitful, domineering individual you had ever encountered, but she was also the most intentional. Every movement she made was calculated, and you knew she had these papers for a reason.

You weren’t Agatha, nor would you wish that particular curse on your worst enemy, but you knew her better than anyone. Or at least you did, for a time. 

Closing your eyes as you rested at your desk, you briefly recollected how intimately acquainted you once were, before remembering how much had changed in the time since.

As you opened your eyes, they landed on the files and a small voice in the back of your head suggested you try calling Agatha. Just to give them back to her. 

You did already get all the useful information that was available, you reasoned. Knowing Agatha, she’d likely question why you had waited so long, but you already had an excuse for that.

You were fairly busy after all, and your paralegal was on vacation, so your normally clear desk now had a mountain-sized pile of papers that made your head spin if you stared at it for too long. If Agatha complained you’d just lie and say they had gotten lost until you sorted through everything.

Besides, you thought bitterly, Agatha lied to you plenty, about things of far greater importance than this. 

Checking the time on your phone, you wondered if nine pm on a Friday night was too late for a phone call, but Agatha had always been nocturnal, often working until the early hours of the morning. You used to find her passed out, slumped over her desk in the home office of the apartment you shared, and you’d drag her back to bed.

Your cheeks grew hot at the reminder of how you’d convinced her to follow you.

Clearing those thoughts from your mind you scrolled through your contact list until you landed on her name. There were a handful of times over the years where you considered deleting it, or blocking her number. But there was this unyielding force within you, prohibiting you from ever following through with it.

Knowing Agatha you wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow cursed you.

Your stomach did sickening flip flops as your index finger trembled, hovering over her name. This is ridiculous, you reasoned, finally pressing down, turning on the speaker setting as you set your phone on the edge of your desk. 

Unfortunately, instead of a familiar ringing noise, you were alarmed to hear an automated message, telling you that the number had been disconnected, before the line went dead.

She changed her number?

Your heart sank as you stared at the bright glow of your phone screen, the contact seeming to mock you. Letting out an agitated sigh, you snatched the device, holding it in your palm. Your hands were unsteady, and you hesitated for a moment, eyes locked on her name. The purple heart that accompanied it had been your idea, her signature color. It felt fitting at the time.

Without another thought, you swiped your finger to the right, permanently deleting the contact before shutting your phone off and tossing it in your bag, leaving your office without another thought. 

She changed her number.

You’d like to say you spent your weekend with your work laptop and phone shut off, enjoying your two days away from the office. But that would be a bold faced lie. You wouldn’t call yourself a workaholic, on the contrary your hours weren’t nearly as intense as when you were still in corporate law. 

Billable hours were a gift from the devil herself, truly.

You weren’t a workaholic, but you were a perfectionist. It was a matter of pride to be detail oriented, to be willing to go the extra mile and find the smallest flaw in a case. It’s what drew you over to the litigation side of things to begin with. Contracts, as thrilling as they could be, didn’t provide the rush of adrenaline being in court granted you.

It was ironic, you swore up and down this side of law could never interest you, but now you couldn’t imagine practicing anything else.

Well, you could, at times, as brief flashes of conversations with the one person you’d felt safe enough to share them with replayed in your brain. But that was a dream you’d given up on a long time ago, among other things.

As it turned out, time could change a lot.

When Monday morning came rolling around, you repeatedly hit snooze on your alarm, not quite feeling rested from your weekend. You took your time for once, even making yourself breakfast. With your paralegal still on vacation you realized how dependent you had become on her for the smallest of things, meals included. 

You should really talk about getting her a raise.

Despite your leisurely start to your morning, you were still out the door before most of the city was awake. You loved the chaos of Manhattan, the crowds of people and thralls of traffic were a warm contrast to the environment you had grown up in. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy a morning commute that took under a half hour, as your Lyft zoomed through the relatively light traffic for a Monday morning. 

Since you worked all weekend your email inbox was manageable, and you marked a few messages to reply to later that morning. You were thankful for the lighter workload, as it allowed you to solely concentrate on your case. 

The ticking time bomb of the one month continuance wasn’t something you wanted to worry about just yet. 

Strolling into your building, you were unsurprised to find you were the first person to arrive for the morning. Walking past some of the potted plants near your office door, you frowned, stopping in front of them and examining tiny droplets of water on the leaves.

Did someone water them recently?

Maybe one of the janitorial staff did it, you concluded, shaking the thought from your mind as you fumbled around for your keys. Pulling them out from your pocket, you went to unlock the door, but were alarmed to find the door was already unlocked.

You didn’t have to open the door fully to know she was there, but you did anyway. 

Swinging the door open, you found Agatha already in your office. Only this time she was sitting at your desk, her feet perched up on the edge, her shiny black loafers reflected by the light. She was engrossed in reading something, her thick black rimmed glasses hanging low on her nose. 

“What the fuck are you doing here,” you hissed, slamming the door shut behind you. 

Agatha didn’t look up from whatever she was reading, but you watched her lip curl upwards, forming a cruel smirk. “Good morning to you too, dear. Muffin?”

It was then you noticed the box of baked goods on the edge of your desk. The sweet aroma of pumpkin and chocolate wafted through the room, they were always your favorite. 

No. You knew what she was doing. 

“I already ate, thanks,” you coolly replied, dropping your work bag near the door, before locking it. “You can’t keep breaking into my office. Do you have any idea what my colleagues would say if they saw you coming and going?”

Agatha hummed, dramatically flipping the page, and you felt a wave of anger rush through you. 

“That sounds more like your problem than mine,” Agatha unhelpfully pointed out, finally setting her papers down to look up at you, and removing her glasses. “Although to be fair, it’s almost insulting how easy it is to get in here. You should really talk to someone about investing in more advanced security measures.”

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Are you not happy to see me?” Agatha asked, fake pouting as she put her arms behind her head, the bottom of her dress shirt riding up, exposing her toned stomach. 

Agatha gave you a sly grin, and you quickly averted your eyes. She was unbelievable, really. 

You don’t know what you ever saw in her.

Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath. 

“What are you doing here, Agatha?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Agatha explained, kicking her feet off your desk, standing up. She pulled what she was reading up from a stack of papers, waving it in front of you. “You had something of mine.”

The file she had left behind. 

You fell quiet, and Agatha took the opportunity to approach you, tilting her head to the side. 

“What a naughty girl, keeping something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Ignoring the embarrassing rush of heat that threatened to pool between your thighs, you glowered at her. 

“Save it, Agatha. You left those here and I had no way of getting in touch with you,” you spat out, quickly losing whatever patience you had attempted to hold onto. “Who the hell changes their number nowadays?”

You froze, and Agatha’s eyes widened for a brief moment, before taking a step closer to you, stroking her chin with her thumb. 

“I should feel flattered you saved my number all these years later,” Agatha teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You tensed at her change of tone, her words having too strong of an impact on you. 

“Is everything a joke to you?” 

Agatha paused, thinking over your words, a calculated grin forming as her blue eyes gleamed. “No, actually. The spousal support I owe my ex wife, for example? Not funny at all, although I’m sure she gets quite the kick out of it.”

You found it rather unsurprising that Agatha managed to marry someone even more deranged than she was, but the difference being you actually liked the ex wife more than the attorney in question.

You’d probably have gone mad as well if you had ended up marrying her.

“You have your papers, get the hell out of my office,” you ordered, not in the mood to continue arguing with her.

Frowning, Agatha set the file on your desk, coming closer to you as she brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in, breath hot against your skin.

“Do you really want me to leave? If I recall, you used to enjoy our little games.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation of her voice echoing in your ear, as you rubbed your thighs together, wishing she didn’t cause this strong of a reaction anytime she spoke to you. 

“I want nothing to do with you,” you reminded her, stifling a gasp as the attorney blew in your ear.

“Are you sure?” Agatha mocked, her fingers playfully tugging on your blazer. “You’re so stressed, not that I blame you. Imminent doom tends to leave one feeling tightly wound.”

“I hate you,” you breathed out, but your words held no weight as you didn’t move away from her touch.

“Yes, good,” Agatha cooed, pushing you backwards until your back hit the desk, towering over you. “More of that.”

This needed to stop, you knew it needed to stop. Each time you let her back in it did more harm than good. She was parasitic, infecting you with the need to be consumed by her and her alone.

“Agatha,” you protested, shifting your weight around, unintentional brushing against her pelvis, and your eyes widened, shooting her an incredulous look. “You didn’t.”

Agatha feigned innocence, pressing her hips flush against yours, and you moaned at the direct contact, feeling the strap she was packing under her pants. “I didn't do what, dear?”

Your body betrayed you as you craved more friction, and Agatha leered, situating her hands on your hips to help you grind against her. Each roll of your hips made you lose whatever sense of self control you were barely grasping onto. The reminders of why this was dangerous territory slipping away as Agatha’s grip on your hip tightened.

The attorney raised one of her hands to roughly grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

Gasping, you closed your eyes, not wanting to look at her. “You seriously put that thing on to come over here?”

“Bold of you to assume I wore this for you,” Agatha murmured in your ear and your eyes shot open, glowering at her.

Your taste in women was truly questionable.

“I hate you,” you said, choking back a whine as Agatha’s lips latched onto your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed skin.

“I know you do,” Agatha said mockingly, the hand she had on your hip, moving to the front of your dress slacks, skillfully unbuttoning them. “That’s why I can smell you, isn’t it?”

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned, wriggling out of your pants as they fell around your knees, letting out a pathetic whine as Agatha ran two fingers over your underwear. 

“Soaking through your panties like a whore,” Agatha growled, moving the thin fabric aside to touch your aching cunt, feeling how soaked you were. “Is all of this for me?”

“Fuck,” you moaned, head falling back as you gave in to her once more. “Agatha, please.”

Agatha moved her fingers through your slick, finding your clit with ease as she rubbed, kissing the sensitive spot under your jaw. “Please what?”

Bucking your hips up you tried to indicate what you needed, and Agatha seemed to take the hint, teasing your entrance and you let out a guttural moan, trying to fuck yourself on her fingers. 

Letting out a disapproving hum, Agatha removed her fingers, smirking when you cried out in disappointment. She raised her hand, her fingers dripping as they circled your mouth as you parted your lips.

“Suck,” Agatha whispered, forcing you to take her fingers in your mouth. “Show mommy that you deserve her cock.” 

Your cunt clenched at that, the ache becoming more unbearable every second you were left empty. Greedily taking her fingers you sucked them clean, whining at the taste of yourself on your tongue. Agatha let out a low groan as she forced them deeper down your throat, fucking your mouth.

“Such a good slut,” Agatha praised pulling her fingers out, lightly slapping your cheek. “So obedient when your mouth is full. You just want something to suck on, don’t you honey?”

Breathless, you barely recognized the sound of the whimper that escaped your lips. Agatha released you from her grasp, moving to settle into your high-backed leather office chair, index finger curling in a come hither motion, beckoning you to join her. 

“On your knees,” Agatha ordered, removing her slacks to reveal her strap-on.

The dark purple cock was thick, and bigger than what you had grown accustomed to taking in the past few years, and you felt your cunt clench at the thought of having it inside you, stretching you out. Mouth watering you dropped to your knees, and Agatha leaned back in the chair, wrapping her hands around your hair to position where she wanted to.

“Desperate fucking whore,” Agatha degraded you, each word making you drip more than the last. “Make mommy come and I’ll consider fucking that greedy pussy.”

Wasting no time you eagerly leaned forward, tongue swiping out to lick at the head of the toy. Patience had never been the attorney’s strong suit, and she tugged on your hair, forcing you to take more of the cock down your throat. 

“Fuck, good girl,” Agatha moaned, eyes locked on your own as she watched you struggle to take so much at once. “So pretty for mommy when you struggle.”

Her words served as encouragement for you to put on a show, forcing yourself to take her to the hilt. Choking around the strap you felt tears begin to swell in your eyes as you breathed through your nose, and Agatha groaned louder than before. 

“That’s it baby. Swallow me,” Agatha hissed, fucking your face as her hips thrusted harder than before, getting off on using you as her own personal sex toy.

Swearing, Agatha’s hips stilled, face contorted in pleasure as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head, fingers intertwined in your hair as she tugged on the strands to the point where you let out a muffled moan. Panting, the older woman released her grip on your hair, signaling you were allowed to remove your mouth.

Her strap was covered in your saliva as you caught your breath, but Agatha didn’t allow you much time to recover, a feral look in her eyes as she rose from her chair, yanking you up by the hair to face her. The attorney’s blue eyes were clouded with lust as she impatiently spun you around, bending you over your desk.

The humiliation of being exposed this way was too much, and came to the conclusion you could get off like this alone. You didn’t have to look at Agatha to know she was smirking, pulling on your hair again to make you arch your back. 

“Tell me you missed this,” Agatha murmured into your ear, hands groping every inch of your body she could reach. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were almost too far gone to fully think about the implication of what she was saying, but not enough to give in so easily. 

“You wish,” you threw out, moaning louder at Agatha’s responding slap against your ass. 

“Tell me,” Agatha growled, spanking you again, harder than before, cackling at the way your body reacted to it. “So fucking pathetic, no one else can fuck you like this, can they? ”

You remained silent, trying to restrain yourself from climaxing before you felt her inside you again. Agatha spanked you a third time, the slapping sound echoing throughout your office.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” Agatha threatened, and you could tell she was just as far gone as you. “Tell me you missed this.”

“I…I missed this,” you breathed out, the unsaid words hanging heavy in the room, as both you and Agatha knew what you really meant. What she was really asking.

You missed her. 

Agatha rubbed the tip of the strap up and down your cunt, and you whined. She had been torturing you with the teasing, all you wanted was for her to be inside you.

“Mommy, please,” you said, nearly crying.

Without warning Agatha pushed inside your entrance in one thrust, making you take her to the hilt. You nearly screamed, her strap almost painfully deep and your walls fluttered around it. You were so full, the only thought on your mind was how you wanted her to stay inside you forever.

Giving you a moment to adjust to her size, Agatha tugged on your hair again, kissing your neck as her hips rested flush against yours. After a few moments she began to move, thrusting slow but deep, staying buried in your cunt.

“That’s it baby, squeeze my cock,” Agatha moaned, making you feel every inch of her. “Good fucking girl.”

“Mommy,” you whimpered, listening to the obscene sound of your hips thrusting against each other, the noise filling the office. 

“No one else knows what a slut you are, do they?” Agatha mocked, increasing her pace as she fucked you even harder. “You’re just mommy’s little cocksleeve.”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, feeling a familiar tightening as your cunt pulsed around the attorney’s cock. 

“Say it,” Agatha grunted out, moving at an erratic pace. “Say you’re mommy’s cocksleeve.”

“I’m mommy’s cocksleeve,” you said obediently, relishing in the deep groan that left Agatha’s lips, the sound causing you to clench.

You were so close, you could feel it.

Agatha could tell you were nearing your peak, as she wrapped an arm around your waist, lithe fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with her unwavering thrusts. Every second teetering you closer to falling off the edge of pleasure. 

“Do you want something?” Agatha teased, as you were left breathless after a particularly hard thrust.

“Please,” you begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please I need to…”

“You need what, slut?” Agatha jeered, removing her fingers from your clit, bringing her hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly. “What do you want?”

“Mommy, please,” you pleaded, gasping as the attorney choked you, the delicious burn nearly causing you to finish.

“Come for mommy, baby,” Agatha said, voice hoarse as she kept her hand wrapped around your throat. “Soak my cock.”

You felt yourself let go, body rippling in pleasure as you came, sporadically moving your hips to meet Agatha’s thrusts as she helped you through your orgasm. The attorney grunted before her hips stilled against yours with one final deep stroke, staying inside you as you came down from your high.

Removing her hand from your throat, Agatha stroked your cheek, a stark contrast to how roughly she just fucked you. You let out a deep sigh, collapsing against your desk. It was unclear how long she stayed inside you before she pulled out, chuckling at your little whimpers from being left empty.

“I never understood why you enjoyed running so much,” Agatha said suddenly, body still pressed against yours as she left kisses on every inch of bare skin she could find. “I’ve always found this to be a much more…pleasurable form of cardio.”

You laughed, the sound echoing throughout the room as you felt your heart rate begin to go back to normal. “Funny, Agatha. Very funny.”

Peeling herself off of you, the attorney gently turned you around before settling back in your chair, allowing you to rest on her lap. 

“That was…” Agatha trailed off, brushing your damp hair out of your face. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Agatha didn’t have to finish her thoughts, you knew what she was implying.

You wish this could be easier, this gravitational pull you had towards one another; that things weren’t so majorly twisted between the two of you that you could invite Agatha to dinner and try again. Or to even just have a conversation that didn’t start with an argument and end with both of you naked. 

But that wasn’t the reality of the situation, which finally came back to you as you finally caught your breath. 

This couldn’t keep happening.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said suddenly, clearing your throat as you got off the attorney’s lap. “Um, thanks for…”

“For the muffins?” Agatha jested, avoiding your eyes as she stood up, helping you find your clothes. “Your sweet tooth is hard to forget.”

You smiled for a moment, a bittersweet feeling overtaking you as you let her words hit you. 

“Yeah, for the muffins.”

Agatha finished redressing, her brown hair splayed messily over her shoulders as she unsuccessfully attempted to tame it. You grabbed a spare hair tie from a drawer in your desk, and held it up to her. Agatha nodded, turning around, allowing you to gather her hair and pull it back. You swore you heard her sigh as your fingers combed through the tousled locks, but you quickly secured it, taking a step back.

The attorney turned back around, an uncertain expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed, her frown line becoming more prominent as she stared at you, deep blue eyes boring into your own. 

“You read the hospital records,” Agatha stated, in a tone so certain you questioned why she chose to say it at all.

“Of course not,” you lied, but Agatha’s piercing gaze saw right through you as she arched an eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Yes, I did.”

“And?” Agatha prompted, looking expectantly at you.

“And what?” You questioned, motioning to where the file lay abandoned on the opposite side of your desk. “The majority of the pages are missing. There’s nothing useful there.”

Agatha’s eyes shifted, looking to the ground for just a second, and when she looked back up her signature smirk had returned. “Of course, right as always, dear. I’ll see you in court.”

She snatched the file in her hands before leaving your office, slamming the door shut, leaving you alone, and wondering what the hell just happened. A sinking feeling in your gut was suggesting this case was far more complicated than you had been led to believe.

[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who covers you every night when you fall asleep in front of the television. whether winter or summer, Yoongi always made a point of accommodating you on your small sofa. with a white blanket in the summer and a blue blanket in the winter, Yoongi covered you carefully, letting the smooth fabric begin to warm you before he considered whether or not press a kiss to your forehead. yes, you were sleeping, you wouldn’t notice. no, you could wake up, you would mock him. just a sigh and a turn away with a pink tint on his cheeks — tomorrow he would give you that kiss, yes. “one of these day you get sick and i don’t want to take care of you. i’m just saving myself work in the future. it’s just that, that’s all.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who would buy groceries with you just to know what you would like so he could buy it for you when you needed it most. as he pushed the cart, seeing your body walking excitedly in front of him, Yoongi always made a mental note of all the brands you touched and talked about, paying special attention to the ones where you just looked and smiled. one day, he would offer you what you like most. but you can’t know that’s the reason he always goes shopping with you. “these cookies were on sale and i know you like them, so i decided to buy them. if you want, i can go back and buy that juice you really like. it’s not a hassle at all.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who makes a night of ice cream and wine when life is getting more complicated for you. lit only by the lamps in your living room, sharing a large bucket of your favorite ice cream, Yoongi sat next to you and listened to your outbursts. about work or family, friends or the world in general, Yoongi would let you talk for hours if necessary, just talking to offer you more wine or agree with people’s stupidity, always ending up giving you one or two pieces of advice and a story that would make you laugh. on the most complicated nights, Yoongi would be by your side, sharing a blanket, an ice cream, and a moment that would be eternal. “tell me all your worries and let me carry them in my heart for one night. let me relieve you of the weight of reality just for one night. let me help you.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who only lets you sit on his bed. Yoongi’s room was sacred, just like your room was sacred. but, as with all sacred temples, short visits had to be made regularly to maintain the fantasy charm. so, whenever you invaded Yoongi’s room to show him a video or share gossip about the neighbors, he would let you sit on his bed, secretly wishing some of your scent would get lost on its clothes. but only you could do that. it didn’t matter if it was a friend or family, Yoongi only let you sit on his bed, because it was only your smell that calmed Yoongi on the most turbulent nights. “sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable. but don't hug my pillow again. last time you left it disfigured and i couldn’t sleep. be more careful with my bed, thank you.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who leaves you little sticky notes on the bathroom mirror when he thinks you need it the most. words of encouragement or simply some reminders, several colorful squares were left on the bathroom mirror for you to find early in the morning. Yoongi wanted to remind you that you weren’t alone, ever. Yoongi was just a sticky note away. “i know how cruel the world can be, but don’t forget that if there is light and hope in this world, it is because you are in it. never forget your worth.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who leaves coffee or tea made for you in the morning before leaving the house. Yoongi was always the first to wake up, and when the house was still plunged into a deep silence, Yoongi prepared your favorite hot drink at the exact moment before he left and before you woke up. ever since Yoongi started doing you that little favor, he had never failed. every morning you were treated to your not-too-hot drink and the smell of Yoongi’s perfume still in the kitchen. “i’m glad you liked the drink. i just want to do something for you to start your day off right and show you that there’s still beauty in this world.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who didn’t know how to confess, he only knew that it couldn’t pass that night. the feeling consumed Yoongi from the inside, devouring his soul, destroying his entire essence. Yoongi felt trapped by that feeling. Yoongi had to free himself from that weight that squeezed his heart as quickly as possible. so, that night, Yoongi helped you tidy up the kitchen and, before you even put down the cloth, he took a deep breath and, asking for help from all the angels and saints and courage from all the gods and entities, Yoongi simply spoke. “i think i like you. well, actually i don’t think, i’m sure. but i don’t want to scare you or push you away with the truth of my feelings. just… just know that i like you, a lot.”

[drytacomeat]

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part one here

The guilt was eating you up.

Not in a “I watched my two closest friends fuck on live and invaded their privacy” way but in a “I want to watch all of their other content even though I know it’s wrong” kind of way.

After about a week and a half, Eddie and Steve figured you weren’t sick or even busy. They knew something was up with you, but they could not figure out what.

Both of the boy’s cared for you deeply, and your presence was greatly missed. Eddie found himself just moping in bed, aimlessly plucking at his guitar strings while Steve had baked the entire kitchen full.

Their streaming schedule even became thrown off, only down to one stream per week instead of their regular three.

They were grieving their friendship with you because they just did not know what they could have done to make you suddenly so distant.

Steve proposed that you might be seeing someone new and didn’t want them in your business.

Though he proposed the possibility, it made his heart hurt to think about.

Eddie decided it was possible and fair, but he couldn’t help but wish it weren’t true.

You were one of the only people who understood and accepted him no matter what. He didn’t want to lose you. He cursed himself for never speaking up about his feelings.

Hell, if Steve didn’t make a move, he wouldn’t have ever told him how he felt.

Frankly, the boy felt like a coward, and he felt like he was getting the short end of the stick in all of this.

Of course he knew how much Steve liked you as well, but he was better with rejection and acceptance.

So here were Eddie and Steve laying in bed after filming a scene. Though Eddie tended to be the more dominant one, Steve was always more than happy to give him extra aftercare.

He needed it more, especially now. Steve stroked his hair as he sighed loudly.

“Eddie…” Steve began.

“There’s just no way, right? I mean…I thought she liked you at least,” he started.

“Eddie.”

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Steve. She, fuck, I can see it in her eyes she wants to fuck you,” he huffed.

“You’re handsome too, Eddie. I always figured she had a crush on you, y���know. Felt out of place until…I didn’t,” he smiled then frowned.

“We gotta do something. We gotta go talk to her, Steve!” he perked up.

“Is that not what we’ve been trying to do all week?”

“Yeah, but we left when she asked us to last time,” he said as he bit his lip in thought, “How about we give her one more week to come to her senses. If she doesn’t, we will not leave her doorstep until we get some fucking answers.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous plan, though he knew it might very well work.

“Hey, don’t give me that fucking look. I miss her. I miss my y/n.”

•••

Sure enough, you avoided them for the entirety of the week they gave you.

Time had passed by dreadfully slow for all of you, but Eddie now had a plan. He planned to execute it too now that he’s found out from Robin that you had been going in to work regularly for the past two weeks. So you were, in fact, not sick. All that was left to do now was convince Steve to follow through.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve started, “We are to go to her home, bang on her door, and “demand” she let us in?”

Eddie, who was biting nails as he faced away from Steve, turned around dramatically.

“Yes!”

“What if she just doesn’t, though?”

“Well, I figure you’re sporty right?“ he shrugged. “Big strong muscles and all that.”

“So if she doesn’t let us in, you want me to force my way in?”

“Exactly!”

“Eddie.”

“Look, it’s going to work. It has to,” he sighed.

“But this feels kinda wrong,” Steve reasoned.

“Does it?” he dragged out as he squinted.

“Yes.” Steve responded sternly.

He just yanked his jacket from the couch and pulled Steve along.

“Let’s go!”

•••

Three knocks were heard at your door. It was seven at night, but it was still pretty bright out. You figured it could have been the same kid who asks you to buy girl scout cookies every single day at sunset.

You flung open the door.

“Look Abby, I can’t afford to keep buy-,” you cut yourself off. “Oh.”

Eddie and Steve stood on your doorstep looking more nervous than you had ever seen them before.

“Uhm guys, I’m sick,” you said before fake coughing, hoping they’d still believe it.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/n. Robin told us you’ve been going to work every day this week, and you took no days off last week either,” Steve spoke. “You’re ignoring us.”

“No, no! It’s just-“

“Just be honest with us! Are you seeing someone!” Eddie blurted.

“Uhm? What! No! Why?” you replied as you unconsciously opened your door more.

“Well, you’ve been ignoring us for weeks!” he continued urgently.

You sighed and opened the door more.

“Come in.”

Steve and Eddie scrambled in awkwardly. They both stood with their hands awkwardly in their pockets, shoulders touching.

You stood with your mouth folded inward, awkward as well.

Steve decided to speak up.

“Why’ve you been ignoring us, Y/n?” Steve started, “I mean, if you aren’t seeing anyone, I see no valid reason for essentially ghosting us.”

Your mouth gaped. You were at a loss for words.

“Are you…did we do something wrong? You can tell us, or you can at least tell me,” Eddie sympathized as he stepped closer to you.

“Eddie, it’s not-“

“Was it me then?” Steve spoke up, insecurity plaguing his tone.

“Steve, no,” you said as you looked towards Steve with pleading eyes.

“Then what is it!” Eddie found his voice escalating.

“Please, Y/n. Please just say some-“

“I saw your livestream!” you blurted due to the heat of the burning questions.

Both of the boy’s faces fell, color draining from them. Eddie backed towards Steve before looking at him in panic, then back to you.

“Uhm, how long-which one did you, uhm, see?” Eddie asked nervously, not able to meet your eyes.

“Look, I’ve only seen one. It was like a week ago, sometime early in the week. I don’t know,” you sighed.

Their eyes widened more as they fully turned to look at each other now.

“Look, I don’t judge you guys or anything,” you rushed, “I just saw it, and I felt like I just invaded your privacy. I’m sorry, and I completely support your relationship, whatever that may be.”

Steve’s brows raised, and Eddie stood there silent and frozen.

You had no chance to read anything from their expressions, but your chest was clenching. You were lying through your teeth because this hurt like hell. You had been confirmed that they were seeing each other in some sort of way, and despite the little piece of you that wanted to believe they were longing for you, you just figured it was time to be rational with yourself.

Eddie scanned Steve’s eyes for any discomfort because though he loved you so much, he also loved Steve. He knew Steve deserved to have his feelings considered in this situation as well.

Steve gave a small nod towards Eddie causing Eddie to sigh. Eddie turned back towards you, stepping closer and grabbing your hand loosely.

“Did you like it?” Eddie asked just above a mumble.

You were taken aback. You rapidly blinked as you tried to think of an answer. Steve shot a small half-smile in your direction.

“I mean, I guess? Is that okay?” you spoke.

The room was stark silent again, and you began to fidget.

“Yes, that’s okay!” Eddie accidentally shouted. “That’s so okay.”

“Perfect even,” Steve chimed in and you let out the breath you had not known you had been holding.

“So how long have you guys been…”

“Well, me and Steve have been “involved” since about his senior year of highschool,” Eddie began as he went to sit on your couch, Steve following suit.

“What?” you questioned, genuinely shocked.

“Yeah, I mean it was just that I bought weed from him at school, then it progressed from me buying weed to smoking with him, then I would hang out at his house, so on and so forth. We became friends yada yada. I realized I liked him, so I went for it. It was already rumored he was a queer,” Steve explained. You just nodded along because this was something Eddie kept from you for a long time. Longer than you thought.

“Yeah, I turned him gay,” Eddie smiled.

“So you both are gay?” you asked in shock because Eddie had never told you this, and now you felt delusional for thinking either of them had feelings towards you. You unconsciously bit your lip and looked away as tears welled in your eyes. How could you have been so stupid and oblivious.

“Well, no,” Eddie spoke up, “We aren’t completely gay.”

“Oh,” you murmured trying to sound as normal as you could.

“Yeah,” Steve said and looked to Eddie who gave him a small smile before turning back in your direction, “We’re not completely gay. I’m bisexual I think it’s called and Eddie is…well he’s just Eddie. See that’s where you come in, babe.”

Steve smiled nervously at you, and Eddie was now fiddling with his hair (something he only did when he was really nervous.)

You slowly turned your head back in the boy’s direction as Steve continued.

“So I know I’m not completely gay because I’ve liked girls, and I actually like one right now. Eddie also is not gay because…well he’s in love with you.”

Your brows raised as every stage of grief went through you, visibly. Eddie was at the edge of the couch, legs bouncing nervously while Steve sat with a face of utter confidence.

“I-but-you-dating?” you stumbled out pointing back and forth towards the two of them.

“Yeah we kinda are, but if I’m being honest, Eddie has probably loved you way before he started liking me,” Steve chuckled.

“What? For how long, Eddie?” you said as your brows furrowed. Eddie who usually had a big mouth was now sat silent.

“I’d probably say since you both were like little babies from the way he talks abo-,” Steve looked at Eddie who now stared at him with wide eyes, “Uhm, I’ll let him talk now.”

“Eddie?” you spoke softly, “I…is this true?”

“I-yes. Yes it’s true. I’ve loved you since, fuck, since I met you. You remember those little fuckers were hassling you because they thought you ate their little fruit snacks, but then I told them I did it,” he cracked a smile.

“Yeah and shared them with me when we got put in time out. I remember,” you smiled as you looking into his eyes, subconsciously scooting closer to the both of them.

“I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

You smiled at him until you remembered Steve was sitting right beside him and that you had very strong feelings for him as well.

“But what about you two? You can’t love me and be dating someone else, Ed. Right?” you asked as you looked towards Steve.

“Right, about that, look Steve has always known I’ve loved you. It’s just that over time as we hung out, we began to like each other on a more intimate level. Honestly, he asked me out, and I would have never even tried to ask him out. That’s how it was with you. If it weren’t for Steve, I would be passing up two of the greatest things to ever happen in my life. I told Steve that I loved you, and that I could see myself loving him,” he explained.

“Yes and I was okay with that. From the beginning, I always knew. I’ve always noticed you to be honest, Y/n. You stood out to me as well as Eddie. I wanted to get to know you too,” Steve smiled.

You felt so overwhelmed with emotions. This was so much to take in and so suddenly. You’d loved Eddie for the majority of your life, and you were beginning to love Steve. You felt your chances with either one of them was already just too good to be true, but now you had both of them confessing to you.

“Oh I…Eddie I love you too,” you smiled, “and Steve, I like you so much. The way I felt about you both is so strong it’s actually physically aggravating. I knew you two were involved even before I found your streams, and I just backed off. Figured it would be easier to deal with. It’s selfish, but I couldn’t imagine being without the either of you,” you chuckled.

“Not selfish at all, honey,” Steve reassured, “Honestly, I think Eddie here should’ve spoken up a long time ago. Pussy.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he retaliated and shoved Steve.

“Okay before you start bickering like children, I do a have question,” you interrupted.

“What’s that, pretty?” Eddie smiled.

“The streaming thing…how long have you been doing that?” you asked genuinely curious. You’d noticed when Eddie started to buy more expensive things, but you doubt that’s when things started up for them.

“Well honestly…right after graduation. I mean I was 20 and fresh out of highschool. Not too many options for me out there in the world, so I started steaming. Steve’s parents kind of threw him out a few months after that and was couch hopping really, but after a while I told him what I did for money. That’s when he joined, and our audience grew, as well as our bank accounts. Now we have a home that we both can feel safe in. And we get to have hot, hot sex to pay the bills,” he smirked. Steve shoved him.

“So, what are you thinking?” Steve asked.

You shook your head in silence, “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, you idiots?”

Eddie couldn’t help but crack a large smile and shook his head.

“I don’t know because we’re stupid maybe. I do know that I really want to fucking kiss you right now, though.”

“Oh! Okay. Yeah, yes!” you rambled.

Eddie smiled towards you bringing his hands up to cup your face in his hands. Your gaze fell down to him lips before you leaned in. His lips were eager against yours, kiss sloppy and passionate at the same time.

You brought your fingers up to his hair, tugging loosely eliciting a moan from him. You remembered their stream and how big of a slut Eddie seemed for it.

You pulled away quite suddenly, wanting to admire the boy’s flushed face. His lips were slightly red and wet, still puckering.

You guided his face to the side so that you could see Steve’s expression from his spot on the couch.

“C’mere, pretty boy,” you commanded softly. The boy scooted closer to the two of you and you cupped his chin lightly before grazing your thumb over his bottom lip.

You slowly leaned into him. The kiss you two shared was slow and soft, more organized.

“Wanted to kiss you since I met you,” Steve admitted.

“I always want to kiss you, Y/n. Fuck it’s so stupid now to think, but we used to do these little things in our streams in hopes that you would see them and- fuck it’s so stupid. You’ve always been right here, and I’ve always just been a coward,” Eddie said shamefully.

You quickly swooped in to now cup his face, “Eddie, if anyone was the coward, it was me. I had two boys in front of me that I felt absolutely crazy about, and I did nothing about it because of my own insecurities. You’re brave, Ed. Both of you are. You share your most intimate moments to hundreds and thousands of people every week. That’s hot and really fucking brave.”

Eddie nodded with a smile on his face.

“I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck Steve. I…it’s all I find myself thinking about,” he admitted. You smiled towards him as you pet his hair.

“You alright with that, Steve?” you asked out of concern. You wanted to make sure Steve was on board with everything as well. Poor boy didn’t deserve to ever feel left out.

“Fuck, yes! Have you seen our streams? Pretty sure I beg for it more than Eddie does.”

“So the “mommy” thing…you like that more than Eddie here too or what?” you teased.

“I-“

Steve’s cheeks blushed a deep red.

“Aw, look at that. Stevie wants you to be his mommy,” Eddie pouted sarcastically.

“Shut the fuck up, Eddie,” Steve gritted out. You pouted towards the boy.

“Aw, none of that honey. Be a good boy for mommy, hm?” you reached out to cradle his chin in your hand.

Steve visibly softened and nodded.

“Eddie, kiss him to make up for being a bully,” you commanded suddenly, now beginning to grow into the dominant role. You also just really wanted to see them kiss.

Eddie quickly moved over towards Steve. He hovered over him before leaning down to press a hot kiss onto the boy’s lips.

He absolutely ravished the boy. You could feel the hunger they had for each other in the air, and it made you throb.

Eddie crawled onto his lap in a haste, hands traveling from Steve’s perfectly styled hair down to his chest.

Steve wrapped his arms around the boy’s torso before reaching to remove his shirt. Eddie quickly yanked it over his own head and moved on to removing Steve’s shirt.

You could feel your arousal pool in your panties it seemed.

Eddie began to grind down onto Steve’s lap, and light moans escaped Steve’s mouth.

You decided now was the time to interrupt.

“Alright, Eddie. Don’t hog all the fun,” you smirked as you sat beside Steve, “Mommy deserves to have fun too. Right, Steve?”

Steve nodded adoringly as he stared up at you. Eddie moved from his lap and began sloppily kissing over the boy’s shoulder and chest.

“Want you on me, mommy,” he whined as he tugged you onto him, “Want you here so bad. Always want you.”

“Steve,” you chuckled, “I’m too heavy for that, love.”

Steve eyed you then looked over towards Eddie before shaking his head and giggling. He pulled you down onto him suddenly and positioned you to a more comfortable position.

“See, baby. Not too heavy for big, strong Stevie,” Eddie smiled and placed a peck to your lips.

“Now, I don’t think that Eddie and I should be the only ones half naked.” Steve smiled up at you.

You sighed and nodded softly. You’ve slept with a few people, but this was so different. This felt much more intimate and exposing. You trusted these boys with your life, but you still couldn’t help but think that they might judge you.

You decided to swallow your nerves and fully give into the dominant persona.

“I’ll decide when I take anything off,” you scolded as you yanked Steve back by his hair, “Understand?”

Steve nodded as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

You let him go and pulled off your t-shirt, leaving you in your lounging bra. You did not expect them to be coming over or for that to lead to fucking.

You threw you shirt off to the side and gulped.

“So sexy, mommy,” Eddie groaned.

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. You reached out to pull Eddie into a hot kiss.

Steve ground you down onto his lap, and you could feel that he was hard through his jeans. He was so easy. You couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss you shared with Eddie.

“Hard already?” you joked. He nodded up at you, doe eyes wide. “Okay, pants off.”

You stood up as you watched them scramble to get their pants off. Eddie was the first to shimmy his down his legs, black boxers covering him. Though Steve was quick to unbuckle his pants, he hesitated before pulling them down.

“Hey, you okay with this, Steve?” you asked him, concern written all over your face.

“Uhm, yeah. Just that I’m…I’m not wearing boxers…” he smiled nervously.

“Going commando?” you smiled.

He looked uneasy, and when you looked over towards Eddie, he was just wearing a proud smug.

He shook his head.

“Oh,” you gasped as you realized, “Oh.”

Steve nodded before another nervous smile plastered across his face.

“Well, take off your pants, Steve. Lemme see,” you smiled widely.

He gulped before shimmying out of the tight jeans. They always made his ass look so good, you couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like bare and in real life.

Under his pants were white, lacy briefs.

“Tuh,” you let out and propped yourself onto one leg.

Steve still looked visibly nervous, so you smiled towards him, then towards Eddie.

“Eddie,” you started, “Give ‘em a lil kiss to make him feel better.”

Eddie wasted no time hopping onto Steve’s lap. He began grinding down onto the boy as they kissed messily again. Steve wrapped his arms around the small of Eddie’s back, and groaned into the kiss.

You couldn’t help but trail your fingers down to your underwear to rub over your aching clit at the scene. You couldn’t even think about shame at this point.

Eddie pulled away from Steve and turned back towards you. He pecked Steve’s lips before getting off of his lap and directing you onto the couch.

You sat down, letting out a heavy sigh as he crawled over you and began to kiss down your neck. Steve who sat to the right of you began to leave soft, sensual kisses down your shoulders and arms as Eddie kissed down your chest.

He massaged your right breast before letting out a groan.

“Such pretty titties, baby. I love ‘em. Always wanted to tell you, I was always lookin’ at em. Fuck,” he murmured and pulled your boob out so that it was spilling out over your bra. He quickly latched onto your nipple, moaning at the taste of your skin.

You can’t help but moan at the sudden attention to your breasts. They weren’t all that sensitive, but the scene itself made your body twitch.

He flicked his tongue over the hardening nipple as he stared up into your eyes.

“So pretty, Eddie,” you smiled down towards the boy. He looked over to Steve and guided his head towards the nipple that was previously in his mouth.

Steve moaned around your nipple.

Eddie began kissing down your body. He placed multiple kisses over your large tummy, seemingly kissing every stretch mark that lingered the skin.

His hands splayed across your stomach.

As he got down to where your panties rested upon your wide hips, he looked up towards you as he placed slow kisses along your lower stomach.

He used his teeth to pull at the elastic waist band before allowing it to snap back onto your skin.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped from

your mouth as Steve decided to teasingly bite down on your nipple.

Eddie continued leaving teasing kisses around your lower stomach and hips. You began to lose your patience.

“Won’t you hurry things alone, please?” you said demandingly albeit breathlessly.

Eddie smiled mischievously up towards you, “Anything for you, baby.”

He slowly moved the cotton underwear down your legs, slowly revealing your throbbing wetness, hidden away underneath your hair there.

Eddie had grown impatient as more of you were revealed and quickly yanked the panties on down your legs.

Once they were fully off, he pried your legs open and rested his head on your left thigh.

You had no time to be insecure over the fact that you had a steady growing bush down there because as soon as he was settled, Eddie breathed in your scent as he unconsciously bit his lip. He could feel his mouth pooling from the salivating he was doing.

He breathed you in, “Smell so good. I could sit here forever and just breathe you in. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.”

He placed kisses onto your thighs and outer lips, tugging at your pubic hairs as well.

You were growing restless, and Steve could sense that. He had moved back up from your chest now, stroking your cheek and pressing light kisses to it.

“Stevie, you gotta get down here. Smell so good, not fair of me to have it all to myself, right?”

Steve smiled at you as he nodded. He moved down your body, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, chest, and stomach before he settled on his knees alongside Eddie.

Eddie pulled him into an urgent kiss before pulling your legs farther apart and directing his head in the direction of the sopping pussy sitting in front of them.

Your chest was heaving in impatience. Eddie was petting Steve’s hair as he sweet talked him.

“Look at that fat pussy. So pretty. You ever seen a pussy that pretty, Steve? I sure as hell haven’t,” he groaned.

“Mm mm, prettiest pussy I’ve ever set my eyes on,” he responded.

You were now so turned on that you contemplated smothering one of them into your wet heat.

“If one of you don’t get to eating my pussy right now, I’m getting up and fucking my damn self,” you sassed.

Their eyes widened at the sudden outburst and Eddie smiled.

“Hm, I suppose we wouldn’t want that. Steve, why don’t you get the first taste? I know you’re great with your tongue,” Eddie explained, “Made me cum just by eating my ass. Talented little mouth.”

Meanwhile, Steve was turning bright red. The act of eating another man’s ass was already so taboo, and to have Eddie just outright admit to it made him feel a tad shameful.

You smiled down at the boy who looked a bit uneasy. You thumbed at his cheek before guiding his head towards your pussy, “I’ll have to be the judge of that now won’t I?”

Steve gave a nervous smile and leaned in. He felt odd. He was a pro at eating pussy, it was his specialty after all. He was never nervous about his performance, yet this felt different.

He swallowed his nerves before wetting his lips. He looked up towards you as he sensually spread your plump outer lips and inched towards your swollen clit.

He gave it a small lick before sucking it into his mouth. You could barely see him over the plushness of your stomach, but that didn’t matter because as soon as he created suction around your clit, your head was thrown back and moans were spewing from your mouth.

Eddie caressed your thigh as he pet Steve’s hair.

“Doing so good, huh? Making mommy feel so good?” he praised, “Yeah, eat that pussy, baby.”

Eddie was gripping onto your thigh tightly as Steve was swirling his tongue around your clit. He dipped his tongue down towards your dripping hole before licking back up the entirety of your cunt.

The surplus of sensations caused you to grab Eddie’s hand to ground yourself.

“Want you too, Eddie. Want you to eat me,” you breathed out. Eddie smiled up at you.

“Your wish, my command.”

You couldn’t help but cringe at the corny statement. Steve even pulled away from you to scold Eddie.

“Really, bro?”

“Shut up,” he retaliated and dove into your pussy suddenly.

He flicked his tongue up and down your clit before sucking down on it. He pulled off with a pop and placed a soft kiss to it.

“Taste better than I ever imagined,” he hummed. “I mean, eating ass is great, but pussy just, mmph. Especially mommy’s pussy, right Steve?”

“Fuck yes,” he panted, “So pretty too. Everything about you is just gorgeous.”

Your chest was heaving as you looked down at the two loves of your life.

“Okay, okay. Enough with the flattery. Back to making me cum.”

Eddie smirked and dove right in. Steve, being the competitive boy he was, spread your legs even wider, nudging himself into place.

Both of the boys took turns swiping at your clit. The scene was so erotic that you couldn’t help picking up your phone to snap a picture of the boys going to town on your cunt.

“Sharing so well. So good for m-mommy,” you spoke brokenly. “Fuck, ‘m close. Gonna make me cum.”

You threw your phone down as the boys sped up their collective motions.

Steve moved to completely suck your clit into his mouth. Just as Eddie was about to slide a finger into your aching hole, your legs began to twitch.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” you shouted as soon as Eddie managed to fit his entire middle finger into your cunt.

Steve continued is menstruations of slurping on your pussy. The sounds of the lewdness filled the room as he sucked you through your orgasm.

Your body let out a final twitch before you slumped completely back on the couch, pushing Steve’s head away as he was beginning to overstimulate you.

You laid there, chest heaving as you seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

Eddie and Steve climbed up towards where you were laid back, and they began pressing comforting kisses to your chubby cheeks.

Eddie, being the dumbass he is, sucked a large portion of your cheek into his mouth before letting go.

“Aw, Eddie! What the fuck,” you groaned and went to wipe your cheek.

“Dude?” Steve spoke up.

“What? You want a kissy too?” he teased. Steve huffed, and you couldn’t help but giggle. This caused your thigh to rub up against Steve, more specifically, his hard dick.

“Mmph,” he let out. You flinched a little but quickly realized he was so sensitive because he had not cum yet.

You quickly reached out to caress his cheek and pouted at him, “Aw, poor baby. You still need to get off, don’t you?”

He nodded, giving you his best doe eyes before he panted a quick “yes” out.

You turned over completely to face Steve, unconsciously giving Eddie full access to your ass.

“Here, let’s get you outta’ these,” you spoke as you went to tug Steve’s briefs down so that they were just under his balls that sat heavy and taut.

You admired the boy’s length. It was a blushing pink color that, oddly enough, matched the color of his nipples exactly.

You gripped the length and dipped your finger into the tip.

“You’re leaking,” you smiled as string of the pre connected your finger to the tip as you pulled it away.

“Can’t help it,” he replied, already blissed out. He looked down at you with lidded eyes. You brought your hand up to your mouth to spit into it, then you wrapped it around Steve’s dick, giving it two experimental strokes.

“Feel good?”

Steve nodded rapidly.

“Good.”

Eddie was groping the fat of your thighs and trailing his hands up your large tummy before he ended up squeezing your tits in hand.

You continued to stroke Steve, steadily picking up the pace. The boy let out airy little sounds in your ear as his eyes fluttered shut, and he took in the softness of your hands as opposed to Eddie’s usual rough ones.

“So pretty, Stevie,” you complimented, “Isn’t he pretty, Eddie?”

“Eh, he’s alright. What about me, baby? Am I pretty?” he asked as he went to grip the entirety of your fat cunt in his hand.

You gasped at the lewd act before moaning from the sensitivity.

“You’re pretty too, Ed. So pretty and sexy,” you said breathily as you felt the boy’s fingers rub over your clit and begin to prod at your hole.

You turned your attention back to Steve to speed up jerking his dick.

“So good” you whispered just as Eddie slid one finger into you. “Fuck, so good.”

“So tight. Mommy’s so tight, Steve. Would think this was a virgin pussy if I didn’t know any better,” Eddie smiled against your skin as he began to finger you rougher, adding a second finger. “Wanna fuck you so bad, baby. Can I? Please? Need my dick in you. Need to feel you, make you mine.”

Something about those words triggered you, made you almost insatiable.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. Wanna feel you, Ed.”

You took your hand off of Steve’s throbbing cock and pushed away from him so that you could be lying on your back again. You adjusted yourself on the couch so you were seated farther up.

“Want to look in your face while you fuck me.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

This was your first real look at Eddie’s dick. It was cute! He had his hairs neatly trimmed into the shape of bat. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and his dick was an angry red color as opposed to Steve’s pretty, pink one.

Steve sat up beside you, wrapping one hand around his cock and the other around your shoulder.

Eddie spread your fat outer lips apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“So fucking pretty, Mommy,” he smiled down at you as he went to rub his dick against the slickness of your cunt, repeatedly bumping your clit. “Nghn, fuck yeah.”

“Fuck, want to feel my dick in that warm pussy,” Steve rasped against your neck between kisses he began placing to help ground you.

“You’ll get your turn soon, Stevie,” you assured, “promise.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Eddie slid the tip of his cock into you before stopping, “That good? Is it okay, Mommy?”

You nodded and pushed one of his curls that were dangling in his face behind his ear.

“So good, baby. Keep goin’.”

He nodded and continued to push his way into you. He was much more gentler with you than the other couple of guys you’d slept with. They all seemed to treat sex like a race to the finish line, forcing their way in almost, aimlessly thrusting into you, and not really giving a fuck about your pleasure after the initial foreplay.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he groaned and bit down on his bottom lip. As he bottomed out, he had to sit still for a moment and turn his focus to the ceiling because the feeling of the girl he loved wrapped tight and hot around his dick and you sitting there kissing his boyfriend as you took his dick was bound to make him cum before he wanted to.

“Take your time, Ed. I know how you get,” Steve smirked teasingly. The two just bantered so much, even in the middle of passionate sex.

“Steve, why don’t you fuck Eddie for Mommy? Don’t you want to stick your dick somewhere?” you smiled cheekily.

“Mm, he doesn’t deserve any fucking dick,” Steve mumbled into your neck.

“Fuck, if I didn’t have my dick in the girl of my dreams right now I swear I wou-“

You cut Eddie off with a warning slap to the cheek before you grabbed his chin and forced his attention onto you.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me like you mean it,” you gritted.

Eddie quickly closed his mouth and nodded. He placed his hands on the back of your couch for more leverage and began to fuck into you at a rougher, faster, more meaningful pace. You were very thankful that the boy was a musician and had rhythm.

“Steve,” you panted, “Get Eddie ready for your dick, or you won’t be cumming at all.

Your eyes held this sense of seriousness in them that turned Steve on beyond belief. He loved to be pushed around and told what to do, and while Eddie was pretty good at it, his demeanor often changed. He was very switchy to say the least.

Steve nodded and got up from his spot beside you to look for a packet of lube he knew Eddie kept in his wallet.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. I could cream this pussy right now,” Eddie groaned before leaning down to kiss you deeply. He attacked your tongue with his, saliva dripping down both your chins.

Steve settled behind the boy and ripped open the lube packet. He poured a bit of it on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them up.

Without warning, he pulled Eddie’s cheeks apart and licked a long stripe from his balls to his hole.

Eddie faltered inside you a bit, causing him to go impossibly deeper. You whimpered at that before smiling up at the boy.

Steve held Eddie’s left cheek open before he went in with the two of his lubed fingers.

The sudden action made Eddie whimper loudly and slow down his thrusts into you.

“What the fuck, Steve?” he said in a very whiny tone.

You looked back towards Steve who was quickly moving his fingers in and out of Eddie. You smiled at his eagerness and directed your attention back to Eddie.

“His fingers feel good in your pussy, baby?” you cooed. “Bet they fucking do.”

Eddie whimpered as Steve added a third finger in.

“Fuck yes!”

Steve had gotten down on his knees behind the boy, watching the way his fingers rapidly entered and exited the boy’s pink, tight little hole.

“I can’t wait anymore, Eds,” he groaned, “Need to fuck this ass.”

Eddie nodded and stopped his movements inside you completely, allowing Steve to line his cock up with his hole.

“Ready, Ed?” he asked.

“Yes! Get your cock in me.”
Steve wasted no time pushing in, quickly bottoming out.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of fullness. He loved it so fucking much despite how often he topped Steve as opposed to bottoming.

“Feel too good, Eddie? Think Steve can start moving yet, or are you going to cum?” you fake pouted at the boy.

“Yes, yes! You can move, Steve. I won’t cum till you do, Mommy. Won’t cream this pussy until I make it cum,” he panted.

“Alright,” Steve huffed before he began pounding into Eddie, giving the boy absolutely no time to prepare.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie whimpered as he fell forward a bit. Steve’s hard thrusts made Eddie thrust into you.

He took a moment to breathe before he picked up his pace in you. His thrusts into you caused him to thrust back onto Steve harder.

He pried your pussy lips apart so that he could thumb at your clit.

“That feel good, pretty?” he asked as he circled your clit with the thumb.

You nodded at the pressure, making you get closer and closer to cumming yourself. 
“Fuck yes,” you moaned and pulled Eddie into a hot, rushed kiss.

You looked up to see Steve staring down at the two of you, smirking.

“This is probably Eddie’s wet dream come true,” he smiled, “little perv probably been dreaming of this since high school.”

The admission of that was enough to make you clench hard around Eddie cock.

Steve rearranged himself so that he would be pressed up against Eddie’s g-spot with each rapid thrust.

Eddie was all whimpers now, fucking into you as quickly as his hips would let him so he could feel Steve’s heavy cock pressing into him harder and rougher.

“Make me cum, Eddie. Come on. I’m so fucking close!” you squealed as your thighs trembled.

Eddie replaced his thumb with his entire hand to rub across your clit quickly.

“Right there!” you shrieked as you clinched down around Eddie hard, cumming all over his cock.

Eddie kept thrusting into you as he was so close to cumming himself.

“Just a little more baby. J-just a little bit more for me, yeah?” he whimpered.

You let him continue to thrust into you, way too deep in pleasure to even think of stopping him despite your pussy being so sensitive.

Steve was gripping his hips tightly, probably leaving bruises as he watched the boy’s ass clap back onto his thighs.

“Fuck yeah, Eddie. Clenching so tight. Are you gonna cum? Cum in Mommy’s pussy!” he asked breathlessly, barely heard over the sound of their skin clapping together.

“Fuck! Cumming!” he shouted as Steve stroked particularly hard against his prostate. He came deep inside you, causing you to let out a little stream of squirt.

“Damn that’s fucking hot,” Eddie groaned as he thrust himself through his orgasm.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” you whined. “Out! No more. Too much!”

Steve pulled Eddie away from you as the boy was almost incapable of doing anything other than shaking like a leaf on top of you.

Steve pulled out of the boy’s hole, holding his cheeks open to watch it clinch and unclinch.

He laid Eddie beside you as he jerked his cock over the both of you.

“So hot, Stevie,” Eddie sighed sleepily.

“Cum for us, baby,” you smiled up at him before you leaned over to kiss Eddie.

You spread your legs again so that your puffy, used, and leaking cunt was on display to the boy.

Seeing Eddie’s cum leak out of your cunt ultimately made Steve cum. He angled his cock so that white, milky strings landed across your tummy and Eddie’s chest.

“Mmf,” he grunted as the final strings of cum left his dick.

His chest heaved as he plopped down onto the couch beside you both.

You all laid there, naked, sweaty, cummy messes.

“So…who wants to shower with, Mommy?”

Tbh this took sm time and was so rough to write. Writing threesomes IS NOT for the weak…so I definitely won’t be doing it anytime soon! Hope you guys liked it though.

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Wallflower (Hawks x Reader)

You're shy. Hawks isn't.

(more Hawks fluff <;3)

It didn't matter that people would kill for a job like yours, you were going to quit. It wasn't worth this nightmare called a charity ball you found yourself at. 

You were young and far down the hierarchy. You had assumed that the higher-ups would send someone with an established reputation to represent the company. 

"No, you'll be perfect. A charming young face is exactly what our brand needs," your boss insisted.

You bit back a scoff. One of the reasons you became a costume designer was so you didn't have to schmooze people. You always loved the world of heroics, knew you wanted to be part of it in some way. But large crowds and larger personalities launched your heart rate skyward. Costume design was perfect: challenging, creative, and just the right amount of human interaction. Sure, you weren’t the most sociable, but you loved working one-on-one with your clients, getting to know them slowly over time and never worrying about going blind from direct exposure to the spotlight.

None of this seemed to matter to your boss, or your colleagues, who refused to take your place even as they sighed with envy. You were beginning to think it was part of a bigger conspiracy to get you to "come out of your shell," and you resented them for it.

Still, you wished one of them were here so you could have someone to talk to. Your charming young face didn't know a single person here.

That wasn't entirely true. You recognized some of your clients, had even tried to talk to one of them, making it through a full thirty seconds of stilted conversation before someone more famous pulled them away. You immediately fled to the periphery of the room where other guests floated past, preoccupied with other things and people.

That was fine, You were really only interested in one person here anyway, and you knew the chances of actually talking to him were nonexistent.

You had caught glimpses of him throughout the night. It was hard not to, his giant red wings a beacon, standing out even more in his all-black ensemble. Never long enough for eye contact, but you held on to the hope of getting a wave or a quick smile at some point tonight.

Hawks was an established client at your company, his costume the creation of your boss's boss. The two of you met a few months ago after you had been assigned to find a new material for his visor. Something sturdier without sacrificing visibility. He visited you regularly to test out the prototypes.

At first you were terrified, unsure how to talk to the loud, gregarious hero. The energetic banter your veteran coworkers had with him wasn't something you could match. But Hawks had surprised you with a patient smile and questions about your work, listening so attentively your passion overtook your shyness. It didn't take long for you to feel at ease with the hero, even if your heart never settled into its normal rhythm when he was around.

But there was a big difference between his visits to your studio and you approaching him in the middle of a giant gala, surrounded by dozens of other heroes and bigwigs. So you leaned against the wall, checking your phone and wondering if it was late enough to leave without getting yelled at later.

"Should've known you'd be over here!" You jump at the sudden visitor, who chuckles at your reaction.

Your heart's still in your throat, but you feel calmer now that Hawks stands in front of you. Something familiar at last.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that you seem like the wallflower type," he replies with a head tilt and teasing grin.

"Am not!" You said it as a reflex.  Both of you knew very well that you were a wallflower. And you had in fact spent the entire evening against a wall.

Hawks' eyes narrow, deviousness creeping into his smile. "Oh? Well in that case, I guess you won't mind sharing a dance with me."

When you fail to immediately take his outstretched hand, he pouts. "Come on, Endeavor already turned me down. Are you really gonna let me be rejected twice tonight?"

You huff out a “fine,” and he guides you to the dance floor with an eager pull of your hand, his feet not quite touching the ground. To your relief, he stops in a space off-center, his wings partially open as he brings his other hand up to your waist. 

The two of you twirl around in what you think is meant to be a waltz. Hawks can't keep a beat but insists on leading anyway, just barely missing your toes. Without warning, he spins you out before snapping you back against his chest and you feel the rumble of his laughter. You're grateful he can't see your reddened face, dizzy from spinning and the scent of his cologne.

By the end of the song, you've gathered enough wits for a little payback. As the music swells for the final time, you slip your hand around to Hawks' back and press your knee forward. His eyebrows raise in delight at your mischievous grin and he lets you dip him, throwing his arm out with a flourish.

There's a smattering of applause, some conversation to your side, but you're not paying attention to any of it, too focused on Hawks beaming up at you.

"Sooo, how about it? Up for another?"

You agree without hesitation this time. It's not like you had anything better to do this evening.

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It’s Kind of Funny (q.h)

requested: sort of but not really. they requested one thing and this is what my brain came up with but it doesn’t really go with what was requested but it kind of does at the same time? sorry about that.

warnings: none really

enjoy! let me know what you guys think (please)

y/n always loved the off season because it meant that she could spend more time with her beloved quinn, wether it was in vancouver or michigan. where they were didn’t matter, as long as they were together. it had been like that for years, until this year. this off season she was stuck in vancouver. with it being summer and all, many of her co-workers opted to take vacations, leaving the office short on people. y/n being the nice person she was, decided to take one for the team and work through her summer.

quinn planned on staying with his girlfriend but she knew he missed his family and urged him to go home to michigan to visit with them. to combat the fact that they weren’t going to be together, they set up a schedule with certain dates and times where they would sit down and chat over the phone. sometimes the call would take place over facetime, which often times of you were alone would lead to sexy times

unfortunately for y/n tonight wasn't a phone date night. after having a crummy day at work and desperately missing her quinn, she just really wanted hear his voice and maybe see his face. ideally she would love to curl up into his side as he held her, but she was going to take what she could get. and sure they had been messaging all day long but it wasn't anything compared to hearing his voice

"hey queenie. im a little busy right now what's up?" quinn inquired. he was currently out on the boat with his brothers and a couple of others. it wasn't the ideal place to have a conversation but since it wasn't a regularly scheduled time something must have been up.

even though it had been an unplanned call quinn was always willing and wanting to talking with his girlfriend. she was his everything. it had physically pained him when he had to leave her behind in canada. he wished like hell that he could have brought her along with him to michigan, but he understood how important her job was to her.

"i just need to hear your voice. today wasn’t good and i need you.” her voice was soft and quiet a hard combination to hear over the boat’s motor. but it had sounded a little bit off to him, there was a certain sadness oozing out of it.

"y/n? what's up? are you okay?” he pulled the boat to a stop as best he could. they hadn't started wake boarding yet, so no one was in the water. he could tell she was about to say something when he noticed the phone no longer in his hand.

"no phones quinn!" jack plucked he mobile device from his brother's grasp. there was a rule that bee put in place some time ago that no phones were allowed on the boat. of course they still brought them in case of emergencies, but that was their only purpose. this was friends and family time, everything else could wait.

"come one man, can i have it back? it's y/n" quinn tried to get his property back from his younger brother. "please jack."

"oh it's queenie? pass it here jack!" luke jokingly used the nickname that had been reserved only for quinn to use. the younger boy made grabby hands towards the thing in his older brother’s hands to which jack happily gave him, mischievous smiles dancing around their faces. holding the phone up to his ear, luke started to speak mimicking quinn's voice the best he could.

"queenie, darling, sweetie pie, my cutie patootie. you are the love of my life. i miss you so much. my love for you is endless. i want to marry you and have ten babies, three dogs, a cat and, maybe a fish!" the youngest sibling finished his little speech by making kissing noises into the receiver of the phone, causing everyone on the boat to erupt into laughter. everyone except quinn, who's face was beet red.

"luke come on. please, give it back" quinn began begging luke to stop and give him his phone back.

"but i'm not done talking to y/n. we still have things to discuss." luke giggled holding the device out of quinn's reach, coincidentally over the edge of the boat. “i haven’t told her about the big house yet!”

he had had enough. he was going to get the electronic back. climbing over his brother, quinn reached as far as he could and almost got it before the phone was knocked out of luke's hand. everyone watched in horror as the mobile device sunk to the bottom of the lake.

to say he was mad would be an understatement, quinn hughes was furious. y/n called him sounding like she was having a hard time with life and their summer distance and his stupid little brother had to go and dropped his phone.

"im sorry. i didn't mean for that to happen quinn." luke apologized profusely, but quinn wasn't listening anymore. sitting back down in the driver's seat, he turned the boat around, heading back for home base, so he could call her back on his computer.

y/n felt her phone vibrating in her pocket before she heard the deafening ringtone she programed into her phone letting her know that it was her favorite boy calling her. the caller was confirmed when she unlocked her phone, accepting the call and quinn's face popped up on the screen. once she answered and pleasant greetings were given, quinn listened as y/n ranted about her bad day throwing in an i’m sorry and a i love you every once in a while, and she did the same for him when it was his turn to complain about the people he was with.

“so what happened before?” y/n placed an elbow on the table and her head on her fist. she felt a lot better now that she was talking with her boo.

“it’s kind of funny, but it’s not funny.” quinn launched into the story of what happened after luke said what he did and why he was on a computer and not his phone.

“you really want to marry me? and start a family of ten with a couple of dogs and cats?” y/n joked about what the youngest hughes had said. a smile appearing on her face, that made quinn feel warm inside despite being thousands of miles away.

of course he did, he loved her and even had a ring picked out, he was just waiting for the right moment. the only thing he wasn’t sure about the ten kids. but who knew maybe a big family was in their future.

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader

Warnings: This chapter briefly mentions Spencers drug addiction. Towards the end there is the illusion to smut (that will be the next chapter). This chapter makes it seem the BAU team are just as bad as the reader.

Summary: The reader talks about what they know how the team, and follows them to a bar.

Chapter four: The narcissist

I know I said I wasn’t going to leave anything at the crime scenes, but the FBI are letting me get away with what I am doing far too easily, and I can’t let an innocent person get put away for the crimes I have committed. Also, I’ve heard stories of SSA Aaron Hotchner and Dr Spencer Reid. They aren’t innocent men, are they? I heard what Mr Hotchner did to that man who killed his wife, and well Spencer, he’s spent time in prison, and he’s made friends with someone like me.

 

I knew it wouldn’t be too long till they were on my case, I mean some of my friends had been trying to kill someone on their team. Miss Garcia, the smart, computer nerd. She’s the one who solves the majority of the cases, but everyone else takes credit. I kind of feel bad for her, I mean she was once on the right side of justice, but then she joined the FBI. Miss Prentiss, she once worked with, well actually dated, someone who was once in the IRA, so she doesn’t have the best track record either really. Mrs Jareau, someone who was once a media liaison and then got taken away from the FBI to a war zone. Mr Rossi, the man with so many ex-wives and a racist past, who fought in a war and helped create the BAU, not much to be said about him. And finally, Mr Alvez. He’s my favourite, war veteran, with a love for his dogs. He seems like the nicest out of all of them, I wish he wasn’t in love with Garcia.

 

All of them think they are better than me, what because they work for the law. But how many people have they killed because they have been certain they have committed terrible crimes. They all have troubled pasts, and that’s what led them to join the BAU. But so did I, and so did basically everyone I knew, but none of them joined a government agency and none of us had ever killed someone who was innocent.

 

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that they were all just hypocrites. They were supposed to be the ones upholding the law, but they were just as flawed and twisted as the criminals they were trying to take down.

 

Though I liked paying cat and mouse, I was going to take a break from killing for a while, just so they wouldn’t catch me before I wanted them too. I also wasn’t worried about them trying to connect me about my job, like they did with Cat Adams, because unlike her I thoroughly screen the people asking for my help.

 

For my time off, I went to Washington. I needed to keep a close eye on them, I mean I knew them, but they had no idea who I was. I saw they would visit this bar regularly; it was cute to watch them all sit around a table and drink, share jokes, and laughs like they weren’t all killers.

 

As I observed them, I noticed something interesting. Dr Reid was always the quiet one, the observer, the thinker. He would take in everything that was happening around him, like he was seeing through people's masks and into their true selves.

 

Then, I saw SSA Hotchner enter the bar, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the table where his team sat. He walked over to them, his demeanour serious, and they all seemed to straighten up in their seats. It was like they knew he was the boss, the one who held all the power.

 

But as I watched them, I realized something else. They were a family, dysfunctional and flawed, but a family, nonetheless. They had each other's backs, no matter what. It was nice, sometimes I wished I had a team like that, but I knew I worked better on my own.

 

I continued to watch them, intrigued. They were all so different, yet they worked together seamlessly. They were all intelligent and skilled in their own ways, but Dr Reid stood out to me. There was something about him that drew me to him, something vulnerable, something broken. I wondered what it was that had led him down the path he had taken.

 

I knew his basic history, his troubled mother, his absent father, the bullying he had faced and how he had then lost his only other father figure, Jason Gideon. But I wanted to know about him.

 

I decided to approach Dr Reid. I knew he was smart, but I didn’t expect him to see through my disguise so quickly. He looked at me with his beautiful brown hazel eyes, I knew he was sizing me up.

 

“What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.

 

“Are you Dr Reid, I know this may seem creepy, but I saw you standing here I couldn’t believe it, so I’m just making sure it’s you.” I said with a soft smile.

 

“I am indeed. What’s your name?” He asked in a neutral tone.

 

I hesitated for a moment. I knew I had to be careful. “My name is Emily.”

 

“Well, Emily, what exactly can I do for you?” He asked with a smile, well more like a smirk.

 

“I wanted to talk to you about your work with the BAU. I’ve read some of your papers, and I think you are pretty amazing” I said, hoping to gain his trust.

 

Dr Reid raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but he didn't seem to be hostile towards me. "Thank you. But what do you want to know exactly?" he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

 

"I'm just curious about the work you do, the cases you solve. I find it fascinating, and I thought it would be great to pick your brain a little," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

 

Dr Reid gave me a small smile, and I could see the gears turning in his head. "I see. Well, I can't talk about ongoing cases, but I'm happy to chat about the work we do in general," he said, his tone polite.

 

I nodded eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. Dr Reid was actually talking to me, and I could feel a strange connection forming between us. "That's great. So, what's the most challenging case you've worked on so far?"

 

Dr Reid's face grew serious as he thought back on his experiences. "There have been many challenging cases, but the ones that stick with me the most are the ones involving children. It's heart-breaking to see the amount of suffering they go through and the pain it causes their families," he said, his eyes filled with sadness.

 

I nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "That must be tough," I said, my voice soft.

 

He looked at me, his expression curious. "Why are you interested in this? Are you a student of some kind?"

 

I shook my head, trying to keep my composure. "No, I just find it fascinating. The human mind and what drives people to do the things they do," I said, hoping he wouldn't see through my lies.

 

Dr Reid continued to study me, his gaze piercing as he tried to determine my true intentions. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, wondering if he could sense my true nature.

 

Finally, he seemed to relax slightly, nodding in understanding. "I can certainly understand the fascination. It's a complex and often troubling field, but one that can also be incredibly rewarding," he said, his tone thoughtful.

 

I smiled, relieved that he didn't seem to suspect anything. "Exactly. I've always been drawn to the darker side of things, I suppose," I said, trying to sound casual.

 

Dr Reid's expression grew more serious, and he leaned in slightly. "Be careful with that kind of fascination. It's easy to get lost in the darkness, and it can be hard to find your way back," he said, his voice low.

 

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Dr Reid's warning. It was like he knew something about me that even I didn't know.

 

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

 

Dr Reid nodded and leaned back, seeming to relax once again. We continued to chat for a while, discussing various cases and theories about criminal behaviour. I found myself drawn to his intelligence and passion for his work. It was like he could see right through me, like he knew my every thought and desire.

 

As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction towards him. There was something about his vulnerability and his intelligence that made me want to know him more intimately. I knew I should be careful, but the pull was too strong. I had to have him.

 

 

I could see the desire in his eyes as he spoke, the way he looked at me with a mix of curiosity and intensity. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand me on a deeper level.

 

I knew I had to make my move. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

 

Dr Reid looked at me, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice cautious.

 

"I mean, do you want to come back to my hotel room with me?" I said, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

 

Dr Reid pulled back slightly; his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I hardly know you," he said, his voice hesitant.

 

I leaned in closer, my lips almost touching his ear. "You know me enough. Trust me, it'll be worth it," I whispered, my hand sliding down his arm.

 

Dr Reid hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between my face and my hand on his arm. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire warring with caution.

 

Finally, he made his decision. "Alright," he said, his voice low.

 

I grinned triumphantly, leading him out of the bar and towards my hotel room. As we walked, I could feel his eyes on me, studying me intently. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand the darkness that lay within me.

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Chapter 6: Gala part 2

As this is getting long I've posted it on AO3, and have linked it below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686

All chapter's that I've posted here have been uploaded there

I hadn’t seen the hall before the party but as I stepped in with father and everyone seemed to look at us I didn’t know why but I hid behind him suddenly feeling deeply uncomfortable, I felt someone touch my shoulder and realized it was father who spoke loudly.

“I’d like to introduce my son, Faraj Wayne.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before waving and giving the room a soft smile, everyone seemed to quickly ignore us as father headed down the stairs, I followed after him not knowing what else to do but he was pulled aside by someone talking about Wayne enterprises. I quickly looked around hopping to find a good place to hide when someone spoke sweetly.

“Come on, let’s get you were the fun people hang out.” I looked be hind me and saw a young woman in a black dress her hair a shock of red but her eyes as soft blue, she waved for me to follow her, I glanced around once more and found myself slowly following her into a corner where Jason a red head and The older one were all standing there, they were talking but I couldn’t differentiate their voices from the low murmurer of the room.

“Hey, I can’t believe you two would leave him to fend for himself.” She scolded and Jason and the older boy looked a bit nervous at that, however I noticed the other red head staring at me his eyes slightly wide. I looked him over but nothing about the dark suite he wore stood out to me and I found myself lightly tilting my head at him before someone walked up and spoke their voice close enough that it caused me to jump.

“Hey, you’re Faraj, right? I’ve seen you at school.” I snapped around and found another clone of father, and I was starting to have questions however I wasn’t ignorant to the fact that father’s looks weren’t uncommon.

“I umm yes, I am” Well at least he didn’t know me however I wish that I knew how I was acting before, I doubted from what I had heard that I was friendly so it felt odd that he’d chosen to approach me.

“Cool, I’m Tim drake we have history together.” He chirped holding out his hand to my I hesitated for a moment to shake it but in the end I did. I hadn’t noticed that the conversation of the older ones had gone quiet.

“I uhh honestly don’t pay much attention in class.” I admitted, I wonder if this is believe able.

“Yeah, I guessed as much you always looked half asleep, I kinda thought you might be robin.” He said sounding sheepishly, I found myself rubbing the back of my neck.

“O-Oh,” He smiled and kept talking not seeming to be bothered by my frankly clumsily interaction, I was about to try and say more but he’d seemingly started a rant and I was just going to let him talk.

“I mean you have to admit it’s kind of suspicious, you falling asleep regularly and no one would suspect it if you wore a wig but the more I thought about it the less sense it made. Seeing as Most albino’s need glasses but the whole night thing worked but robin isn’t as pale as you.” I blinked at him and chuckled well this hadn’t been what I was anticipating but I think I could live with crack head conspiracy,

“I mean what dark hair athletic build?” I asked and he seemed to perk up realizing I was humoring him.

“Well no neither robin really was well the original one was before someone else took his place,” Wait, wait ‘Original?’ well my interest was peaked.

“Original?” I asked and he brighten up,

“Oh that’s right you’re fairly knew to Gotham! Alright come on I’ll fill you in.” He grabbed on to my wrist as he started to pull me away, I stumbled a little as he did before I got my feet under me. With a deep breath I kept my feet under me and followed him as he lead me to a blonde boy who looked to be the same age as Tim.

“Bernard, You’ve seen Faraj right? We need to fill him in on Batman.” He stated excitement in his friend seemed to look me over for a moment before he spoke.

“Umm Tim he broke-”

“I know but maybe he just needs some proper friends I mean I haven’t seen anyone hang out with him since he was enrolled.” He stated pointedly, then spun to look at me and smiled, I think it was supposed to be reassuring but I couldn’t help but imagine the horns on his head.

“Besides from what I heard they had it coming.” I suddenly decided I was going to do some guessing Bernard hummed softly before speaking again,

“Could you teach us how to fight like that then?” He asked, Was that a good idea? I guess I could teach them discipline along with it but that I wasn’t sure how wise that was.

“I-” Tim cut me off and I glanced at him

“Yeah we could easily find Batman if we could fight.” Oh I was not teaching them if that’s why they wanted to learn, they’d get themselves killed,

“Lea-” I was cut off again,

“I mean that or we could become our own hero's.” With that I decided it was best to slip away, while I didn’t know how badly a hero got hurt I was sure it wasn’t fun. I mean I had lost my eye and while I didn’t remember a lot of that I do remember the scars on Mr Wilson. My thought process ended as I bumped into someone an older man with mustache, his red hair looked like it was starting to go blonde and even gray in some spots,

“Oh careful there son.” He sounded kind as he spoke but I knew better then to assume such a thing, taking a step back I noted his trench coat and the badge on his belt.

“Wait, Your The young Mr Wayne.” He said hit tone stayed light and gentle,

“Faraj.” I realized how quickly and sharply I had said it and cleared my throat,

“I umm I mean you can call me Faraj.” I sounded so damn nervous like I’d never been under cover… well this wasn’t exactly that, and to be fair I hadn’t. He chuckled it was a deep warm sound

“No, need to feel nervous around me. Your father and I are Friendly,” He said before looking over me as if he was trying to memorize my look, that didn’t exactly make me comfortable but I didn’t know how to get out of this,

“I’m sure you’ll grow into a man as good as your father, peaking of….” He trailed off as my father walked up,

“Faraj, I wanted to meet Selina Kyle.” he said stepping aside and showing a woman in a tight red dress that felt far to short for anyone to be comfortable in.

“Hello.” Her voice was almost a purr and I couldn’t help but frown at her as I looked away and mumbled.

“Hey…” Father cleared his throat, before he spoke.

“He’s a bit shy, but a lot has changed very quickly for him.”

“Oh it’s no worries I don’t expect him to be welcoming to every face he meets.” She stated and I ran a hand through my hair,

“Faraj?” Father’s voice was soft and worried and I’d almost mist it among the sounds of clinking glasses clicking heals and endless chatter, the sensation of a hand on my shoulder made me jerk away from it as it was all very quickly becoming to much, I pulled at my hair when suddenly I heard father’s voice.

“Faraj, I need you to follow me alright?” I took a moment to open my eyes but when I did Father was knelt in front his face was calm and gentle but serious, I nodded slowly as he lead me away from the party. As the door shut and the noise was cut off I let out a heavy sigh,

“Alright, Stay here as long as you need I’m not going to push you to go back out.” He said kneeling in front of me again,

“It was to loud.” I mumbled my hand still tangled in my hair, he spoke softly,

“That’s alright, lets start with letting go of your hair.” He gently pulled on my wrist and I slowly let him pull it away,

“There you go, Now I have to go back out but you stay here till you’re ready.” His tone was soft as he gently tried to settle my hair before he headed back out I winced as the noise of the party greeted my ears at full force again, as the door shut again it was quickly muffled and I sat down letting my back hit the wall as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath setting my head against the wall.

I wasn’t sure how long until the door opened again and when it did I didn’t find the noise to be quite as overwhelming but I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at the worried oldest boy that lived here, he sat down next to me and spoke softly.

“Are you okay kiddo?” I nodded but didn’t actually speak and he hummed,

“let me guess you got overwhelmed?” I just nodded again, he just sat there with me for a long moment on some level I was expecting him to try and keep talking but he just seemed to want to sit there with me.

“Are you making sure I don’t randomly run off?” I asked and he chuckled,

“Nope, I just didn’t think you’d like to sit alone,” He told me and I watched him for a long moment before nodding slowly and we were left alone after what felt like an hour, I got up I glanced at the door hesitantly.

“Hey, you know we don’t have to go back out there.” He kept that kind tone, even if I couldn’t remember his name I liked the kindness,

“I know but I also know that I need to get use to it.” I told him and he frowned at me before speaking.

“That’s not how this is going to work if you don’t want to be in the lime light, Bruce’s son or not he’s not going to force you to put your self in uncomfortable situations.” His promise rang clear and I took a deep breath.

“one way or another it’s best to try.” I opened the door and stepped back into the noise, I breathed heavily and didn’t get more then 10 steps away from the door before a woman walked up to me. She was in a dark dress and heels but held a small note book.

“You’re Faraj Wayne right?” She asked and I looked up at her and blinked a few times,

“Uhh Yesssss.” I stated drawing out the S sound unsure of what this woman wanted,

“I am Vicky Vale I wanted to ask you some questions… about your family.” I hesitated as I wasn’t sure who was who but I nodded, I just hopped she didn’t expect me to know anyone by name.

“Who’s you’re mother?” She asked looking at her little note book and I hid the frown that wanted to deepen and tried to think, I knew who my mother was and I also knew it was best not to share that.

“I don’t know her name, but I know what she looked like.” I told her deciding int that moment that it would be believable seeing as I was only 11. she frowned at that but nodded,

“And I imagine you don’t want bugged about her right now.” She took a deep breath before speaking again.

“What’s it like living with Mr Wayne.” He question gave me pause, I could easily compare it to my life with Mr Wilson however that just didn’t feel right to me, but I couldn’t avoid the answer either.

“It’s… different, my rooms probably bigger then some apartments.” I wasn’t lying the room was wild as far as I was concerned, she nodded and started writing things down for a moment before looking back up,

“Anything else?” I had to think for a moment, I still couldn’t remember the nice old man’s name and suddenly I did.

“I like Mr Alfred he cooks for us and makes the best fruit salad ever.” I stated before licking my lips, I should defiantly find some refreshments once she left me alone. She took a moment to write some things down before looking back up at me,

“Have you noticed anything odd?” She asked and the first thought that came to mind was how early they went to bed,

“Father goes to bed much earlier then most people that I know of but I also under stand his job must be stress full.” I told her as I tapped my chin in thought she gave me a soft smile before she spoke again.

“You know I think if you give it some time you’ll be gotham’s newest heart throb” I was confused by her statement, I knew of girls having some kind of crush be me? Most people thought I was some kind of meta, and will they weren’t wrong but I wasn’t exactly broadcasting that unless I had to.

“I don’t think so.” I told her and she chuckled shaking her head before she spoke,

“Just give it time kid.” She stated as she walked off leaving me wondering, There wasn’t many people who would see me as intresting

[sunshinesteviee]

tis the damn season — sneak peek

just posting a lil sneak peek (the first few paragraphs) of the fic i’m working on based off the song by taylor swift!! including a lil collage i made with the vibes of the fic hehe enjoy!!!!

Snow crunched underneath the tires of your mom’s car as she drove down main street, past the library, past the drug store, past the police station. Past all of the places you knew so well, but reminded you of a different lifetime. It hadn’t really been that long since you’d left for college, but everything felt so much different.

You’d left Hawkins pretty quickly, not long after defeating Vecna. Much to your surprise, you’d actually been accepted into a few of the colleges you’d applied to, and so when the time came, you were more than ready to pack up and leave Hawkins behind you. Unfortunately, that meant leaving behind everyone you knew and loved. It wasn’t the people that made you want to leave, it was the town itself, and all of the horrors it hid. It hadn’t been an easy decision — you’d agonized over it for months — but eventually, you decided it would be good to get a fresh start. And besides, you’d only be two hours away.

That fact didn’t make leaving any easier, though. Especially when one of the people you were leaving behind was your childhood best friend. The same best friend you’d been in love with for years. The same best friend who you’d gone to literal hell and back with. The same best friend who had confessed his feelings for you shortly before you were set to leave for school. In typical Steve fashion, he’d chosen the worst possible moment to lay everything out on the table.

There had always been something there. Lingering touches on your waist, stolen glances when the other wasn’t looking. Hand holding, cuddles during movie nights, chaste kisses on the cheek. It was obvious to everyone except the two of you. But of course, Steve confessed only as you were leaving.

It had broken your heart to break his, especially when you’d been waiting years for that exact moment. You’d spent hours thinking about and wishing for the moment when your best friend professed his love for you, only to have to turn him down when it finally happened.

The decision, though earth-shattering, had seemed like the right one at the time. It made sense in your head. What brand new relationship would work from two hours apart?

And despite the hurt, Steve had dropped you off at your dorm just like you’d planned. He’d helped you move in, given you the longest hug known to man, and promised to call as soon as he could. For the first week, Steve called every night to ask about your day and to make sure that you were okay.

But it had been weeks since you’d last properly talked to Steve, and it was killing you. Part of you was dreading seeing him, knowing the conversation that had to be had, but a bigger part of you felt like it was dying without him. You’d never been apart for this long, especially without talking regularly, and you missed him more than words could explain.

Your breath fogged up the glass as you stared out your frosted window and then doodled in the condensation. You weren’t sure how you were going to approach Steve, how to try to fix things. If things even could be fixed. There was a high likelihood that everything had been ruined, and if that was the case, you weren’t sure how you’d survive. How you’d live without him, especially after everything you’d been through together. You needed your best friend.

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The fic isn’t done yet, but I can’t resist posting this & the moodboard collage I made hehe. Happy holidays!! Hoping to post this before the new year. If you want to be tagged when I post this, please let me know! 🫶🏼

[destiny-fics]

Would You Mind?

[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]

Would You Mind

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, College!au

Summary: College parties weren't really your thing, but, being friends with Lee Felix, you'd learned long ago that they were going to be a regular college experience. At this particular party you meet a frat boy who is all too polite.

Warnings: Smut, Frat boy Bang Chan, switch!Chan, switch!reader, allusions to Changbin/Felix, cheating but not really, swearing, dirty talk, parties, drinking, vaping, shotgunning, making out, public and private displays of affection, Chan’s got a big dick and he knows it, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap

General Taglist:@hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Part of the ‘Phases’ series

Series Masterlist

You’d learned a long time ago that regularly going to college parties would be a big part of your college experience. Meeting Lee Felix on your first day and quickly becoming his best friend solidified that it would be. Felix was a social butterfly and incredibly well liked by all the people he met, so it was no surprise when the invites to frat parties upon frat parties started pouring in. At first, you had been reluctant to go and even more reluctant to stay. Why would you spend your Friday night in a large house surrounded by sweaty drunk people? It didn’t exactly seem like your idea of fun. But, over time you opened up to it, even began to like accompanying Felix to each and every party he whisked you off to.

But sometimes you still needed to take a break when the crowds got too much.

Which is how you ended up sitting outside at Felix’s friend’s birthday party, nursing a drink as you breathed in the cool night air. Chan’s birthday was never going to be a small affair, you knew that of course, the man knew almost everyone on campus, so you were sure he wouldn’t miss your presence for a little while.

You were proven wrong however, when you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Chan standing behind you, looking a little ruffled, but incredibly happy otherwise.

“Hey birthday boy,” you smiled a little, scooting over so that he could sit next to you. The two of you weren’t close at all, in fact, tonight was the first time you’d ever met him, so you were a little surprised when he sat next to you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Felix’s friend.”

You nodded “Yeah that’s me. What are you doing out here?”

“Hiding. I love the guys but sometimes I wish they wouldn’t make such a big fuss about my birthday. I would have preferred it to be just the eight of us.” he turned his head to you, smiling sheepishly. “No offence.”

“None taken,” you sipped your drink. “I get it. My birthday party this year was me, Felix, a bottle of Champagne and a plate of cookies.”

Chan laughed, even though you hadn’t said anything particularly funny. “That honestly, sounds like a dream.”

“You could just ask them, you know, to not make such a big deal.”

“You’ve met Felix, you think that would work?”

He did have a point there, you had to admit, but also you did understand where his friends were coming from. The guy was a frat boy, the president of a frat to be exact, it would be kind of lame if his birthday was a small affair. He laughed again when you relayed that to him, leaning back on his hands to look at you properly.

“You’re probably right. So I guess I’ll just hide out here with you for a bit more, if you don’t mind of course.”

“Don’t mind at all,” you were rewarded with a bright grin, your heart skipping a beat at his genuine happiness.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying the muffled sounds of the party inside and the sounds of the night surrounding you both. You were brought out of your calm stupor by Chan giving you an apology. You turned to him, eyebrow raised to see him pulling out a vape.

"Sorry…do you uh, do you mind? I don't usually do this unless I'm at a party."

"You are at a party," you laughed softly. "Your party. And I don't mind. Please, go ahead."

Chan smiled at you before taking a deep inhale, tilting his head toward the sky as he let the smoke curl out of his mouth. Your eyes widened at the display and it took everything in you to stop your mouth from dropping open as you watched him take a couple more hits, head still tilted back, tongue running over his lips. His eyes flicked to you and he smirked slightly, holding the pen out to you.

"Wanna try?"

Did you want to try? You'd never done this kind of thing before, you weren't even sure if you wanted to do that kind of thing. But something about the way Chan was looking at you, eyelids heavy with a mix of the alcohol he'd been drinking and a sort of desire, had you needing to impress him, so you nodded, plucking it out of his fingers.

Perhaps you should have thought this through, you considered as you coughed smoke everywhere, Chan immediately patting your back, the desire in his eyes replaced with concern. "Hey, hey, you okay?"

"Yeah…yeah just," you coughed again. "I've never done that before, sorry. That was a lot."

Chan chuckled softly, tapping the vape to his lips in thought as the desire seeped back into his gaze. "I might have an idea, if you're willing to try it of course."

"Depends on what it is."

"You ever…fuck this is going to make me sound like such a fuck boy. Have you ever tried shotgunning?"

You blinked at him a couple of times before beginning to laugh. Chan flushed, looking down at the ground. "You were right, you sound just like a fuck boy."

"Does that mean you don't want to try it?" He looked up at you, cheeks still pink but eyebrow raised.

"Well I didn't say that did I?"

"No," Chan smirked, "No you didn't." He brought the vape closer to his lips, taking a deep hit before motioning you closer. Once he deemed you close enough, so when you were almost sat in his lap, he tapped at your lips to get you to open your mouth, before gently breathing the smoke from his mouth into yours. As much as you had made fun of him before, you had to admit there was something incredibly sexy about this whole ordeal. You stared at Chan as he pulled back, your eyes wide and unblinking.

"How was that darling?" Chan's voice was low and rumbly, making you shiver.

You swallowed hard, trying to string a sentence together without completely embarrassing yourself. "Good…yeah, yeah good. Again?"

Well you did not succeed in not embarrassing yourself, but Chan didn't seem to mind, smirk still on his face as he chuckled. "Yeah, we can do it again," his hand moved to tilt up your chin, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. The action made you gasp and Chan chuckled again. "But, this time you could kiss me if you want to. I'll definitely kiss you back."

You nodded quickly, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to kiss Chan, the need to please him, to be good for him. As Chan brought your mouth to his once more to inhale into your mouth you attached your lips to his in a kiss. It was desperate, needy and maybe you were trying too hard but Chan didn't care, responding in kind to your kiss, tongue immediately making its way into your mouth. Chan tasted good, a tantalising mix of alcohol and something spicy you couldn't quite place. He hooked his hands underneath your thighs, bringing you to properly sit in his lap. The action made you gasp and you pulled away a bit, pressing your forehead to Chan's.

"Happy fucking birthday to me," he whispered and you giggled, pressing another brief kiss to his lips. Chan smoothed his hands out over your thighs, looking up at you with dark eyes, lip between his teeth.

"You want to go again Channie?" You hummed softly, trying to make your voice have a seductive tone to it. It clearly worked as Chan's eyelids fluttered and his teeth sunk deeper into his lip.

"Yeah…fuck yeah," he whispered, encouraging you to take the vape from his hands so you could shotgun the smoke into his mouth this time, moaning into the needy kiss you shared afterwards.

So maybe you didn't hate frat parties as much as you liked to say you did.

~

For the next few parties you and Chan managed to find each other one way or another. He'd find you in the kitchen pouring another drink for Felix and lift you up onto the counter, pressing his lips to yours desperately. Or you'd find him sat on the couch talking to Changbin or Jisung, Chan pulling you to sit on his lap and encouraging you to attach your lips to his neck while he continued to speak with his friends. You weren't really dating him, but people seemed to know that you were off limits and really, they almost expected to find you and Chan tangled up with each other at every party.

You should have expected it to be too good to be true.

But even so, it still shattered your heart to see Chan surrounded by a group of gorgeous girls as soon as you and Felix stepped into his frat's party. Two of the girls were sat in his lap, lips attached to either side of his neck the same way yours had been recently. You couldn't hear him, but the way his eyelids fluttered and his mouth shaped around an obvious moan had you turning away, trying to stop the tears which had collected in your eyes from falling.

"Lix," you whispered to your best friend, pulling his attention away from Chan and back to you. Felix looked absolutely murderous, but even still, hugged you close.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. What a fucking jerk."

You had to laugh at that. Yeah, Chan was a jerk. But what had you expected? You'd heard all the stories, knew what kind of person Chan was and yet you still let yourself fall into his trap. "Lix, I'm gonna go home."

"Yeah, of course. I'll come with you." You shook your head.

"No, Lix. You don't have to go. I'm going to go home." The tone of your voice suggested that you wouldn't be going home straight away and Felix nodded.

"Okay, just call me when you get home so I know you're safe."

"I will Lix."

You gave him one last hug before going back out the door, not sparing once glance at Chan who was looking at your retreating back like his whole world had just come crashing down.

~

"Lix told me you'd be out here."

You scoffed at the sound of Chan's voice, refusing to look at him as he sat next to you. Maybe it was dumb to pick his car to sit atop while you cried over him, but you had thought Felix would have murdered him before he had the chance to come find you.

"Surprised you wanted to see me," you turned to face him, your voice sickly sweet and smile just the same. "You had quite the little entourage back there. Won't they be missing you?"

Chan winced at that, rubbing the back of his neck. "They don't…they don't care about me."

"Then I guess you have something in common with them. They don't care about you, you don't care about me, match made in heaven."

"What do you want me to say y/n?" He sounded desperate. "You're not my girlfriend."

"And yet you were treating me like I was. Or do you just do that with all your playthings?"

"You were not a plaything to me, don't…don't say that."

"Then what do you want me to say Chan?" You echoed his previous words back to him.

"I'm sorry y/n, I'm so, so sorry. I just," he ran a hand over his face. "I'm really attracted to you, physically, but also romantically and I thought you didn't want anything serious with me and God why would you? You're so sweet and smart and perfect and I'm a frat president who cuts the sleeves off all my t-shirts and makes out with random girls at parties because I don't want to face my feelings for the girl I actually want."

You laughed softly, despite yourself and leaned back against the front window of Chan's car. "Yeah you're pretty dumb. But you're also really nice, everyone likes you, like quite literally everyone. And you're so smart with music stuff," at Chan's surprised look you smiled "Felix showed me some of your stuff. And it was so, so good. Like I literally put it on my playlist good. Plus you're really hot. And for the record I would be your girlfriend, but you also just had two girls on your lap so…I don't know if that's an offer I should extend."

Chan hissed softly through his teeth and leaned back, mirroring your posture against the window of his car. "I'm such a fuck boy aren't I?"

You laughed at that, turning to him with a smile. "Yeah, yeah you are. But, I might be willing to overlook that if you promise that I'm the only girl you'll be fucking, and dating and having sit in your lap."

"You really trust me?"

"Should I?"

Chan nodded, looking the most sincere you'd seen him look the whole night, "Yes, you should." You searched his eyes for any hint of untruth and upon finding none, you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

"Then I do. But if you pull any shit like that again, I'll send Felix after you, he might be small, but the guy's got twelve years of taekwondo under his belt and he bites."

Chan smiled softly, kissing you again. "I know. But you won't need to send him after me, I promise."

"I know Chan," you giggled. "But the threats are still there. Either that or I'll punch you myself."

"Is it weird I kind of find that hot?" He pulled you into his lap, kissing you again. You swiped your tongue into his mouth, grinning when he let out a moan. "Mmm maybe," you pulled away to speak against his lips. "But then I'm weird for finding you finding my threats hot."

Chan laughed "then we're both pretty weird."

"Mm we are," you slid your hands into Chan's hair, tugging at the curls gently to make him moan. "Guess that's why we work so well together."

"Guess so," Chan smiled, thumbing over your cheek. "You wanna get out of the cold? Let me warm you up."

"Now that you mention it," you smiled, rolling your hips over his. "I could do with some warming up."

~

"Chan…Chan fuck," you moaned softly as Chan sucked another mark into your stomach. He was looking up at you with dark eyes, hair messy from where you had been tugging at it.

"Yeah baby? You like being marked up for me?" He hummed, moving back up you baby to kiss you. You whimpered a soft "yes," into his mouth, making him grin.

"You like being all mine, y/n?"

You whimpered again, nodding, because of course you did. You loved knowing that Chan was staking his claim on you. "Love being all yours."

"Good," Chan pressed another kiss to your lips, much sweeter and softer than before. "Because I love being all yours."

"And don't you forget it," you hummed softly, bringing your arms to wrap around Chan's shoulders. With surprising strength, you flipped Chan around so that he was laying on his back, you sat right atop his cock, which was still tenting the front of his boxers. Chan blinked up at you in surprise, jaw practically unhinged.

"Fucking hell, that was so hot," he swallowed hard "How'd you do that?"

"It's amazing what one can do if they want something enough," you giggled before slipping your hand into Chan's boxers, letting his hard cock free. "And what I want Channie," you hummed seductively, stroking Chan at a rhythm which had his head falling backwards, moans spilling out of his mouth. "Is to sit on this big, pretty cock."

Chan nodded immediately, screwing his eyes shut as his hips kicked up into your hand. "Please, please… fuck y/n baby please I'll do anything."

You giggled again and removed your hand from his cock, lining it up at your entrance. The first few inches were nothing but mildly uncomfortable at most and once you had completely sunk onto him you stopped, stroking Chan's face and encouraging him to breathe. He was overwhelmed in the best way possible and also embarrassed at how weak he had become underneath your touch. He was supposed to be this untouchable, unbreakable fuck boy and yet here he was, reduced to a moaning, whining mess as you fucked yourself on his cock. You yourself weren't faring much better though and as much of a front as you were putting on for Chan, you were completely under his spell, just as desperate and needy for him as he was for you.

"Fuck Channie," you moaned high in your throat and Chan's eyes immediately snapped up to you, needing to take care of you.

"What do you need baby? I'm right…oh fuck you're so good at this, I'm right here."

"Touch me Chan, please."

And who was Chan to say no to that? One of his hands grabbed your waist so he could to fuck up into you, while the other moved down to your clit, beginning to draw tight, little circles on it. And you rewarded his efforts with sweet moans of his name, only increasing them the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Chan…Chan please I'm gonna…can I cum?" If Chan wasn't so focussed on you and your pleasure he would have blown his load right there. He nodded, speeding up his thrusts inside you.

"Yeah, you can cum baby. Cum all over my cock."

Chan's permission to cum was the trigger to your orgasm and you were sent hurtling over the edge, walls contracting around Chan's cock to keep him inside of you. He fucked you gently through your orgasm, pulling out only so he could cum himself, eyes screwed shut and voice raspy when he moaned, spilling white ribbons of cum over his abs. The two of you watched each other for a bit after coming down from your highs before Chan pulled you to lay down next to him, kissing your forehead.

"I meant what I said, you know," he whispered, blindly reaching over to grab a tissue from his bed side so he could wipe the cum off his stomach. "About being all yours."

"You sure you could handle that?" You hummed, no real malice behind your voice. "Having only one girl instead of ten?"

Chan laughed softly and pulled you closer, allowing you to trace your finger over the ridges of his now clean abs. "Yeah I could. But only if it's you."

"Then I guess you've got yourself a girlfriend Christopher." You buried your head into his chest to save yourself from the embarrassment of Chan seeing the stupid smile on your face. He grinned, kissing your head once more before looking up at the ceiling, grin still wide.

"I guess I do."

~

"Have fun last night?"

You jumped from where you were making coffee at Felix's voice and turned to see him sitting at the breakfast bar of the frat's kitchen. You had stayed the night with Chan, it being too late for you to consider going home by yourself and Chan not wanting to stop cuddling you.

"I could ask you the same question. I noticed you didn't go home either." You laughed when Felix’s cheeks pinked and he looked down at his cup of tea. "But yes, if you must know, I had a great time."

"Good. Did you tell Chan I'll kill him if he even thinks about hurting you?"

"She did," both you and Felid turned at the sound of Chan's voice and you smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. "She also said you bite."

"He does," Changbin's voice joined you as he walked into the kitchen and you raised an eyebrow at Felix, laughing when he blushed again. The four of you easily fell into small talk as you made your breakfast, you and Chan sharing little kisses each time you passed each other. It was rather domestic and you wondered if this was what he was like all the time. You'd surely just have to stick around and find out.

And you honestly couldn't say you were upset about that idea.

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Men share harrowing stories of abuse at hands of partners at historic conference in Belfast

Psychological and emotional forms of abuse tend to cause a more negative impact and greater feelings of fear than physical aggression.

That has been the finding of many studies, and it was a key theme at Northern Ireland’s first conference focusing on male victims of domestic abuse.

Dr Elizabeth Bates, a psychology lecturer at the University of Cumbria, told guests that female perpetrators used coercive control and gaslighting more often than outright violence, though it should be noted that many men have also been physically and sexually abused by female and male partners.

While most of the guests at the summit were women — possibly because they make up three-quarters of Northern Ireland’s community and voluntary workforce — male victims were also in attendance.

One man who did not wish to be named described how his former partner, who he was with for a decade, took control of his finances, sleep, food and, essentially, his entire life.

“I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I was on the edge of going over the edge,” he told this newspaper.

“I didn’t know there was this support for men suffering domestic abuse.

“To be honest, I didn’t even know if I was in an abusive situation because a lot of people think it’s [just] about physical abuse.

“Call me naive, but I had accepted a lot of things as being normal, and they weren’t.”

He began working 10 to 12-hour shifts, sometimes seven days a week, because he feared going home.

“My job became my safe place. I was getting to the point where I was just going and sleeping in the car because she would come and wake me up, start arguments and tell me I would be getting no sleep that night,” he said.

“That drained me. It was hard. The person I had loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with was treating me this way, and I just didn’t understand it.”

When the man eventually sought help in 2018, he found support was not as readily available as he had expected.

He went to his GP but found they were not a lot of help.

After that, he contacted Women’s Aid, which referred him to the Men’s Advisory Project NI (MAP), the agency that organised yesterday’s conference.

Through MAP, he was referred for free counselling sessions that he attended for 11 months.

“It was like a weight off my shoulders, just being able to talk to somebody who listened and wasn’t judgemental,” he said.

Coercive control is when a person behaves in a way which makes you feel dependent, isolated or scared.

‘Gaslighting’ is a term used to describe when someone manipulates another person, using psychological methods to make them question their sanity or powers of reasoning.

Dr Bates said many male victims of domestic abuse she interviewed had experiences with these kinds of techniques, particularly around their relationship with their children.

“She was unable to control me physically so instead controlled me using our son and my access to him,” one man said.

Legal systems and social norms can also be manipulated to this end.

One father said: “She [his former partner] regularly disobeys court orders over contact and her and her partner make regular threats to my safety in front of the children.

“The police do nothing and the court orders are not enforced by social services.”

The PSNI received 118 reports of coercive or controlling behaviour In 2021/22.

It became illegal following the passing of the Domestic Abuse Act (NI), which came into force in February 2022.

That same year, 1,297 men reported to police that they had been victims of harassment.

In many cases, a victim’s personal characteristics, such as their age, sexuality or mental capacity, will be targeted by abusive partners.

One elderly man said: “She [his former partner] convinced me I had Alzheimer’s and tried to force me to sign a legal paper to declare me incompetent.”

‘Outing’ — where a perpetrator threatens to reveal a victim’s sexuality to others, or suggests they will disclose their HIV status —is a common form of abuse in same-sex relationships.

MAP reported that 49% of gay and bisexual men have experienced at least one incident of domestic abuse since the age of 16.

Some 70% of the men the charity supports are heterosexual and have faced abuse from an intimate partner.

You can contact the Domestic and Sexual Abuse helpline (0808 802 1414), the PSNI or the Housing Executive for 24-hour support

https://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/life/health/men-share-harrowing-stories-of-abuse-at-hands-of-partners-at-historic-conference-in-belfast/15469094.html

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Goo x Fem!Reader sparring sessions HCs

Hihi~ here are some HCs and a mini Fic about Goo and a female reader who won against him at Kendo after he underestimated her~ Tysm for the suggestion @sublimequeenmango 💓💖 and I added a mini fic because I didn’t have enough HCs i’m sorry 😭

HCs

I feel like Goo would definitely make jokes all the time to lighten the mood

He’s very kind to you though, after all you’re as strong as him which not many people are

After developing a crush on he would distance him for a bit but then become even more clingy

it’d take him some time to realize the crush though

You guys would spar from early in the morning till late at night

Very fun sparring sessions, lots of laughing and a lot of chemistry

He will get butterflies and his heart will beat faster when you stab him/try to stab him

He always wants to make a wish whenever he wins against you (always wishes for a kiss)

Calls you by a lot of cringy nicknames (sweetie, honey, baby, princess, etc…)

takes your sparring sessions very serious though despite the jokes he makes he gets serious when you’re about to fight

never goes easy on you (he doesn’t need to)

Mini fic

Your first meeting with Goo Kim was… well let’s just say you did not really like him at first. Having been trained in Kendo since childhood you excelled at it and were even called a prodigy more than a few times. So it was no surprise that you were better than most. Of course this didn’t prevent people from going out of their way to challenge you, only to be utterly defeated.

The same goes for Goo Kim. Well not exactly…

He’s one of the „talented“ people your coach has been talking about, but you didn’t think much at first. You expected for the two of you to spar together like you do with any other person.

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But the moment he opened his mouth it was difficult to contain the dislike you felt towards him.

„Oh~ Didn’t know I had to fight against such a beauty?“

He was quite the flirt

„Can’t say the same about you“

Unfortunately you weren’t in the mood for flirting and it was true. He didn’t look bad, his eyes although a bit small were pretty cute, his nose was straight and he had full, rosy lips, they looked soft too…did he apply chapstick? It’s just unfortunate that he wasn’t your type at all!

„Ouch, my heart~~!! I will try to go easy on you though~ Don’t wanna see you getting hurt, princess“ Goo said in a sickeningly sweet tone and winked

„…whatever“ it was hard not to roll your eyes

Well who can blame you for disliking Goo when that was the first impression you got of him??

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„huff…huff… whew, princess… you’re quite good…?“ Goo wheezes, lying on the ground, as you point your sword at him

„You lost.“ It was quite the hard battle though

„…well yeah, I lost“

„Who was the one saying that he won’t go easy on me?“ you couldn’t help but be petty about it and honestly Goo deserved it.

„Hahaha next time… next time I‘ll definitely win!“ he burst out laughing

„We’ll see…“

And just like that you guys started meeting each other more regularly, from weekly sparring sessions to almost daily.

After getting to know Goo some more you started to understand why he was being so cocky at the beginning. He was good. Very good. Sometimes he would even overpower you, only sometimes of course.

You started to look forward to your sparring sessions as well, after all he was a worthy opponent! But was that all? Was that really the reason you were looking forward to the sparring sessions?

You’d catch Goo staring at you during training too, his ears would get red when training with you. Was he just excited to spar with you or were there other reasons?

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The past few months Goo has always been sparring with you on a daily basis and honestly he really enjoyed it! More than he thought he would…

He started to notice that something was strange after the first two weeks of you guys training together. His stomach would always feel tingly and his head would get warm. It didn’t take a lot to figure out what the reason was. You.

Alright~ so that’s all I have for now it’s not a lot but I hope you still enjoyed reading through it and I had a lot of fun writing this! Goo is such a funny character so I wasn’t too sure how to portray him haha

Once again tysm for the suggestion ily!!💖💕

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AU-gust 2023 Day 3: Writer

“...nothing here will ever be vegetarian. Bon appetit.” 

Several laughs made Will wince, clutching his notebook as they butchered his words, as he sat in the chair by Jack Crawford, the director of the movie made from his book, Cannibal. It was the fictional story of Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen, a psychiatrist who is secretly a serial killer and a cannibal who regularly feeds his friends the people he kills. 

Cannibal was Will’s first book, an instant hit, and when it had been optioned for a film he’d been overjoyed. 

Now he wished he’d never signed the papers. 

“And…CUT!” 

The cameras all stopped, and Jack patted Will’s shoulder as he looked over at him. 

“What did you think, huh? Perfect, right? I knew Hannibal was our cannibal.” 

Will forced himself to smile. “Yeah, it…it was great.” 

The crew all started to scatter, and Will tried not to let his frustrations show on his face. He’d been asked to write the script for the movie, been paid handsomely for it, and yet seeing it now he knew they’d changed so much. 

It was schlock, a mockery of his book, and despite knowing it would be a hit and he’d get even more money he couldn’t help how upset he was seeing the changes made without his permission. He’d trusted his management, his publisher, when they said the studio loved his final draft. 

They’d all lied. 

He got up, blinking back tears, and headed for the nearest bathroom. 

He wouldn’t be coming back here again, not after this, and as he ran into the stall he sat down to put his head in his hands. 

There was a loud bang as the door opened just as Will started to cry, and someone walked inside the men’s room with their shoes tapping on the floor. 

“Mister Graham?” 

Lecter. 

It was Hannibal Lecter.

They’d never met, not once, as Will couldn’t find it in himself to talk to the star who so embodied Hugh’s character from the moment he’d seen his audition. 

Hannibal was Hugh Mikkelsen, his every mannerism perfect, but the horribly writing ruined it enough that Will couldn’t face him. 

“I…I’m in the bathroom, Mr. Lecter,” he said, his voice shaking as he sniffled, “It’s not really a good time.” 

“I’ve wanted to speak to you, I…” 

“Please just…go away.” 

The silence that followed was almost too long, and Will felt his eyes well up again as he tried to calm himself. It was so silly to be so upset, and embarrassing to do it in front of Hannibal Lecter. 

“I…I understand your upset.” 

Will froze, unsure of what to say. 

“I’ve read ‘Cannibal’ and…I know the material I’m reading is not what you intended.” 

He let out a long breath. “It’s…it’s garbage,” he growled, so angry he felt sick, “They butchered my book, my script , and I…I can’t go back out there. I can’t…I can’t watch this happen.” 

“Will,” Hannibal said, “Please, can…can I take you to lunch perhaps? Can I…show you my appreciation at the very least for creating Hugh Mikkelsen? Something? Anything?” 

Will got up, opened the door, and looked at Hannibal with a watery smile. 

“I’d like that.” 

Hannibal smiled, and put his hand on Will’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad to have made you smile at least once today.” 

As they walked out of the men’s room Will was grateful for the quiet, and when Hannibal led him toward an expensive Bentley in the parking lot outside he was a bit intimidated but only blushed once as Hannibal opened the passenger side for him to get in. 

Hannibal turned when he got behind the wheel and they locked eyes. 

“Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

They pulled out of the lot, and Will felt like he could finally breathe again when he didn’t see the studio logo in his rearview. 

“So,” Hannibal began, not looking his way, “I…I’m certain you think me a bit hypocritical for being on your side in regards to the writing, and yet…still participating in this farce.” 

Will frowned. “I…I get it,” he said, “It’s a job and…” 

“It’s not that,” Hannibal interrupted, looking at him, “I…I confess I…I was hoping I’d get to meet you at last. You weren’t at my casting, though they said you’d seen a tape, and…I’ve admired you since I finished the book the first time.” 

He blushed. “I…oh,” he said, looking away, “Thanks, I guess.” 

“You’re a brilliant writer, Will,” Hannibal said, “And…you deserve all the accolades you’ve been given in the past year for ‘Cannibal’ I can hardly wait to see what you write next.” 

Will laughed nervously. “After this, I’m not sure I’ll write anything.” 

The car stopped abruptly in traffic, and Will looked up sharply as Hannibal grabbed his shoulder, eyes wild. 

“BUT YOU MUST! YOU MUST NOT LET THIS GET YOU DOWN! THE WORLD NEEDS YOUR WORDS, WILL! They…” tears filled his eyes, “They need…they need your brilliance.” 

Will could hardly breathe as he stared into Hannibal’s eyes. 

“I…I don’t know how I can,” he said, his voice shaking, “Not if this movie is out in the world, not if…” 

Hannibal’s lip curled. “I…I understand,” he said, as cars honked around them and his voice grew quiet when he pulled forward again, “I…I understand.” 

The rest of the car ride was quiet after that, and when they got to the restaurant Will felt like he’d done something wrong. Hannibal was quiet, hardly speaking, and the whole ordeal made him feel that much worse. Will watched Hannibal exit the car when they got back to the studio, leaving him inside, and he got out with tears running down his face not bothering to go follow. 

Will went home and drowned his sorrows in the bottle of expensive whiskey the studio had sent weeks before production, and woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He grabbed his phone, saw it was dead, and sighed loudly plugging it in before he ate bland toast while letting the dogs out to play. 

The sound of text messages began not ten minutes later, and Will was confused at how the dings didn’t stop. He got up, walked to his phone, and looked at his messages. 

OH MY GOD WILL I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED! 

ARE YOU OK? 

THEY’RE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE OVER DON’T WORRY! 

He was confused, and replied to his agent while he opened up the entertainment news. 

DIRECTOR JACK CRAWFORD DEAD AT 55 

Will froze. 

“What?” 

He looked at the article, heart beating wildly in his chest, and froze when he read the sentence that made his knees nearly buckle out from under him. 

Director Jack Crawford, 55, was found brutally murdered in his Los Angeles home last night. 

Will called his agent, tears stinging his eyes, and when Alana picked up she sounded rattled. 

“Will, I don’t know what to say.” 

Will let out a long breath. “How did it…” 

“I’ve heard from…sources…that he was…eviscerated and…his eyes…they were filled with…” 

Will closed his eyes. 

“Flowers.”��

“Yes,” she said, “Just…just like the book.” 

He put his hand on his chest. 

“Was there anything else? His wife, is she…”

“Bella is unharmed, she was asleep through the whole thing. They think she might’ve been drugged. Will, I hate to bring it up but this means production is on hold till they find someone. They’re looking, but…with the connection…” 

Will couldn’t help but smile, and hated himself for it. 

“I understand.” 

“I’d tell you that this is just a coincidence but…it’s obviously not.” 

Will fell back on his bed. “Yeah.” 

“The studio won’t let this ruin production, at least not yet, but it’ll be a while.” 

“I know.” 

“Try to do something good today, alright? Try…” 

“Alana,” Will said, “I…I wanted to…ask….why didn’t you tell me about the changes?” 

She was quiet. 

“I walked in there, thinking I’d see my book and my script come to life but it was so different. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Will…” 

Tears filled his eyes. “They had perfect casting, and they just butchered it. I guess,” he laughed, “Someone else agrees if they decided to butcher the director.” 

“Will! You…that was uncalled for.” 

He let out a long breath. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to…sound crass. I just…” 

“Things happen in movies, Will,” she said, her voice thick, “Changes happen and…you need to just be happy you got the money and you’ll see Hugh Mikkelsen come to life. You can’t have it all, and…Jack didn’t deserve this.” 

“I know, I…I’m sorry.” 

“I have to go,” she said, “I have more calls to make. Just…don’t talk to the press yet. We’ll put together a statement.” 

“Ok, Alana.” 

“Goodbye, Will.” 

“Bye.” 

She ended the call, and Will couldn’t help the smile that came over his face. 

What would Hugh think about this? 

He suddenly got a burst of inspiration, and stood walking to his computer. The words came out so fast it was like water, flowing from his fingers, and he was done with the third chapter by lunch. 

Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen was going to Hollywood, it seemed. 

The idea of using this situation for his next novel might be disrespectful but he wasn’t gonna stop. 

And the book could come out in a few years when the outrage quieted down. 

He went to get something to eat, but stopped to let the dogs out, and froze when he saw a basket on his back porch. 

Will walked up, and picked the card off the handle. 

Will - 

I apologize for my behavior yesterday, it was uncalled for. Please forgive my rudeness, and I only wish my gift can make you smile. Thank you for giving the world, and me, your beautiful book and I hope you are someday inspired once again. 

Yours,

Hannibal Lecter. 

The basket was filled with, to Will’s surprise, treats for the dogs and a bottle of his favorite whiskey along with sweaters that looked almost handmade. He smiled, blushing, and saw Hannibal had left another note. 

Will - 

If this has made you smile please call me at 555-229-0101. I’d love to hear from you. 

He frowned, wondering just how long this had been out here, and why Hannibal didn’t mention Jack. Maybe he’d sent it through the delivery service yesterday? Will dialed the number, and whistled for the dogs to come up for treats. 

“Will,” Hannibal said, his voice almost a sigh, “I had hoped you would call.” 

“How did you know it was me?” 

“No one else other than my agent has this number,” he said, making Will blush, “I take it you liked my gifts?” 

“Yes, I…thank you. After the news this morning I…” 

“Yes,” Hannibal sighed, “Poor Jack. I…he and I may not have seen Hugh Mikkelsen in the same light but he was a very good director. His poor wife is devastated. I sent her a basket as well. It can’t do anything to bring him back, of course, but…”

“You’re too kind,” Will sighed, feeding the dogs more, “I…I was so upset on my ride home last night about my stupid book for the two hour drive and now I feel like such a…” 

“Don’t ever disregard your feelings about such a brilliant creation, Will.” 

“I just…” 

“Your book is perfect,” Hannibal said, his voice sounding strained, “It’s…I’ve never read a more perfect text.” 

“Thank you,” Will said, sniffling, “I…I’m glad you…you liked it so much and I…can I let you in on a secret?” 

Hannibal paused. “A secret? Of course.” 

“I started a sequel,” he said, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, “I got inspired by…god I can’t believe I’m admitting this…I got inspired by Jack’s death to start it a few hours ago. I’m on chapter three.” 

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re writing again? That’s…that’s wonderful. I…thank you for telling me. I’m very happy to hear it.” 

“I probably can’t publish it for a few years but…” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Hannibal growled, “You’re writing again and that’s all that matters. I only hope you continue to get inspired. May I ask what the story contains? If you don’t wish to…” 

He blushed. “Dr. Mikkelsen’s murders get turned into a movie and he’s so upset about how he’s portrayed that he…he kills the cast and the people involved one by one.” 

Hannibal laughed. “That…that is quite the inspiration.” 

Will smiled. “You don’t think I’m a monster?” 

“A monster? No. Brilliant? Absolutely. I…I can hardly wait to see the book when it’s published and read about Hugh again.” 

Will felt tears fill his eyes as he kept smiling. “I mean, you’re my biggest fan. I wouldn’t make you wait. If you want, after I’m done tonight you can come by and read what I have so far.” 

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re certain? I would never ask you for such a thing. It’s…” 

“I’d love to show you,” Will said, feeling nervous, “I mean it might suck…” 

“It won’t,” Hannibal said, “I…I will be there tonight. I’ll bring dinner, and…I’ll bring everything. Eight o’clock?” 

“Yeah, that’s…that sounds great.” 

“I’m sure tonight will be a night to remember.” 

Will smiled. “I’m sure it will. Have a good day, Hannibal, or try to anyway.” 

“After this conversation, Will, I’m not sure I could have anything but a good day. I wish you well on your writing.” 

“Thanks, I…goodbye.” 

“Goodbye.” 

The call ended and Will laughed feeling oddly giddy then froze.

Did he have a crush on Hannibal Lecter? 

“Oh god,” he sighed, “I…I have the worst timing.” 

As if someone like Hannibal Lecter would ever even look at someone like him that way. 

He covered his face as he tried not to panic. 

It would be fine. 

Hannibal was a fan of his writing, and he’d keep it casual. 

Will picked up more treats as the dogs whined, and fed them a few more as he petted every single one of them on the head. 

“At least someone loves me,” he said, “Right guys?” 

The dogs didn’t answer, because obviously they were dogs, but he still felt like tonight might be a disaster. 

Will got a text message and he looked down to see it was a picture sent from Hannibal. 

It was a cake, already starting to be decorated and the black and red icing was perfect. 

Already preparing for tonight. I hope you’re not allergic to red velvet?

He smiled. 

Nope. How did you get that done so fast? Were you already having a party? 

I make cakes often in case there’s a need. 

That’s weird. I don’t know anyone who makes emergency cakes. 

As Hugh Mikkelsen would say, “It’s fine to be weird.”

Will smiled. 

He really would. 

He felt his heart skip a beat as Hannibal replied with a new picture, the cake decorated with words in perfect script. 

A NIGHT TO DIE FOR 

It was the same words Hugh Mikkelsen had carved into the body of one of his last kills in Cannibal, and though Will knew he should be a little creeped out he couldn’t help but blush. 

I can’t wait. 

Neither can I. 

All thought of Jack Crawford’s murder disappeared as he walked inside, still smiling, and headed for the computer forgetting about lunch. 

And started to write again. 

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Capitalization and fucking and beauty and Abed

I don’t remember when I gave up capitalizing over text. Probably around 2017 when I became wrapped up in whatever part or side of social media I was on when my biggest worries were my parents finding out I cut an inch off my hair or my online girlfriend getting upset that I stopped responding for a few hours (I had to eat a family dinner). I didn’t stop because more people quickly picked up on it: at this point, it’s unusual to meet someone my age who capitalizes regularly. I thought recently that the visual appeal may have come from wanting to match how websites look in search bars- entirely lowercase (like twitter.com, not Twitter.com)- which may have played some role. I’m still curious about it now but I’ll probably stop thinking about it before I care to look it up. Negative self-talk isn’t helpful and self-awareness isn’t helpful if you don’t do anything to better yourself or change your behaviors. I have been so incredibly self aware and self negative (and occasionally positive) for years. I am very narcissistic in that the overwhelming majority of what I think is about myself- if I think about other people it’s certainly related to their opinions of me, how I can cater myself to them, how I want to present myself to them or how badly I want to get in their minds and know what they think of me. There are times where I get genuinely curious about other people: some of the people who I’ve met and spoken well with in college I have sat and looked at and wondered how they believe what they believe or what informs whatever they’re saying. Besides this and sometimes current events and very rarely ideological thought I am obsessed with myself and knowing how I work. The one question I cannot crack now is what I am looking forward to living for. I have always and now live for small good things. I like laughing well with my friends, I like seeing that I’ve made people laugh and I like saying something and watching people react in a great positive way. I like to write and draw and be proud of whatever I put effort into creating. I like getting very, very close and I like being told nice and personal things. I like getting good grades back and being the same amount of proud whether or not I really worked for it. These are all small things that can happen whenever I seriously want them to-- much of that is in my control. And the happiness I feel with this is so quick-lived and then I return to my default which is just a large amount of nothing. My natural state seems to be sad or annoyed and spaced out and lazy, and I am always either filled with empty ugly feelings or being distracted from that. My great distraction lately was a person which is unfair and selfish. I tried to not let myself rely on them too greatly but unfortunately my mind is bad and illogical and too quickly I let myself think about them when they weren’t there and I became quiet when we were together because I was so focused on savoring and in my head photographing those moments. And now it’s summertime and we aren’t seeing each other anymore and I feel emptier in the times between our messages to each other (because I’m not smart sometimes and we’re still speaking). I’ll be intermittently upset about this and the upset I feel is gut-wrenching and staunch and sometimes it’ll be difficult to breathe. I think much of this could be that this is the first and only person to have genuinely made me like my body which is something I have never felt before. I have not once before seen my body and liked it. At the most I’ve felt neutral and almost every other time I was disgusted and filled with vile, gushing hatred and somehow after one or two nights together I could look at myself undressed and think that I might have a pretty body. I wish I could relive the moment where I saw myself and thought while being entirely genuine, this is a nice body. And to be greeted as pretty or gorgeous and called beautiful by someone I care about is something I’d evaded until this point. To be somewhat selfish: there was a point where he mentioned that he loved my teeth, especially my canines. My teeth and smile have, for the past year or so, been one of my biggest insecurities- certainly the biggest or second-biggest on my face (I also have unfortunately significant cheek fat). And for some time I liked to smile. I haven’t been told nicer things before. Which is why the idea that I won’t get this from him in the future is unappealing. If he meant it with earnest then I found something rare-- and I believe he did and I believe I did. I think his comments might have brightened my day-to-day state, and if he isn’t attainable now I don’t know where that leaves me.  I want and need to learn to like myself outside of the relationships I pursue but first I need to learn to feel good or be happy or anything similar outside of these relationships and that seems so incredibly difficult. My best coping mechanism is that I channel my energy into things that distract me. Focusing my energy into one thing comes with no negative consequence to whatever that thing is when it is not someone who exists and whom I interact with in real life. If this thing happens to fit those criterion, those being the two individuals who I became interested in over the course of the past year, I have to tread incredibly lightly. The first one is something I don’t want to discuss nor do I like to discuss because I have not totally reconciled it and I don’t know how I feel about them or the situation we were in. I have nothing to describe what I experience when I think about this because I’ve never felt whatever emotions I ended up feeling because of it. The second one did not fulfill the role until they were almost gut-wrenchingly supportive and kind and, as I mentioned, made me feel pretty for the first time. They would downplay every gesture they made and all the generosity and patience and kindness they employed and it was and is so upsetting to know how they view themself. You deserve beautiful things. I mentioned Abed in the title because I relate to his character but not exactly with the group of people that surround him. I don’t function similarly but I do think similarly and I like seeing that and seeing him. He was the character who filled the ‘thing’ role for me for a while, mostly because of how I related to him, also because I don’t have much control over who or what I become entranced by or the intensity of that intrigue. If I think too deeply now I get a pit feeling in my stomach because of the lack of ongoing relationship with who was supposed to be something serious and long-term, because we talked maybe two weeks ago about being serious and long-term. I feel kind of sick and kind of tired now so I’m going to do some work and then go to sleep.

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Flash thoughts 9x05

BATWOMAN IS BACK BITCHES

God it’s great to see Javicia back in the suit. 

Red Death was fantastic this episode, though I’m actually a little upset we got so much of Red Death Ryan and so little of OUR Ryan. Don’t get me wrong it was amazing to see Javicia back in the Arrowverse at all, and she killed it as red death, but i just wish we got more of a Flash/Batwoman team-up. Kinda feel a little cheated on that.

Also didn’t Ryan literally DISAPPEAR ON PATROL? What the hell happened to that? she’s just back suddenly and we don’t know why she disappeared or where she was. She wasn’t captured by Red Death, she just disappeared for a few weeks then just...reappeared? And there’s no details on why or how or where she was? the hell? 

Still, Red Death was super threatening--though they should have directed Javicia to stay calm more, i think she regularly came off far more threatening calm. And man, that goddamn voice changer. I don’t like that at all. To take away the voice AND face really hurts the actors ability to act. It’s worked for Thanwe and Zoom, and Savitar a little bit, but beyond that it’s lost all appeal for me. 

Honestly I’m just kinda shocked the Red Death storyline seems to be over? I was kinda under the impression she’d be a season long Big Bad, due to how the Graphic Novel format--where the season is split into two or even three major arcs/threats, rather than a single one--was created to make sure over the course of 22 episode seasons they would avoid another Cicada situation, where a villain ends up feeling that their time as a threat has been artificially extended past the time it feels like Team flash should have a handle on things. It was a fantastic call for 22 episode seasons, but I’ll be honest I did not think they would continue that in a 13 episode season. Red Death was definitely great, and this was a great last episode that really sold her threat level, but it does feel like this whole thing happened awfully quick. Luckily she IS just over in Iron Heights, so her story probably isn’t COMPLETELY over.

My initial thoughts about the line “Justice will be served” line paid off pretty damn well though. shouldn’t have given her the I Am Vengeance line. I get that this is Ryan Wayne and that’s an iconic Batman line, but in her mind this is not about vengeance, and that’s a really interesting concept i wish was explored more. Ah well. C’est la vie.

I’m assuming Red Death’s telepathic powers were artificial like her speed, since she said she spent tons of time studying her enemies abilities and working to replicate them. Wish it was clarified though, cuz it was weird to see Red Death with powerful psychic abilities all of a sudden when they weren’t there before. 

Or just make it all Grodd? Rather than giving Ryan psychic abilities he boosted, maybe just make him the source of the psychic stuff that she used in her plan. Regardless, not the worst thing ever, just a little weird.

Speaking of Grodd, he makes his grand return here, and i think it’s pretty solid! I don’t think forgetting about Grodd was his BIGGEST mistake--there’s a lot of contender' for that spot, this doesn’t even crack Top Five--so that was a weird line. BUT I do like how he’s used as a way to get Barry to reflect on his form of heroism, and have faith that Grodd is no longer who he used to be. Find it a little weird he questioned whether the Rogues were able to change? I dunno it just felt a little artificial for Barry to question his ability to bring out the good in people this far in, but i do like (most of) the talk he had with Joe. So happy these kinds of emotional, inspirational talks are so much rarer, two seasons ago they were happening every 5 minutes and they lost any impact because of it. This instead let both Barry and Joe reflect on their relationships to and impacts on one another, and it’s very sweet. And i do like the decision he comes to in order to raise Jenna safely, but not take away Cecile from her rise into heroism or abandon his family.

Regardless, it all works quite well, and Grodd giving Barry the speed back he gave him three years ago was a fun detail. Plus tying it into the continued fallout of Crisis was a nice touch. 

Allegra and Chuck are FINALLY official so it’s nice to have that story done after building it up for so long, though there’s not much time to explore that so we’ll see what comes next for them.

And the weirdness with Khione kept up this week, which seemingly is going to lead directly into next week!

All in all, pretty solid episode. Some pretty large flaws, but not unforgivable ones. 

I’d probably rate the Red Death Arc 5 out of 10 if i had to put a number on it, but that’s mainly because it was only 5 episodes and don't really have the time to do itself justice rather than the fact that it was actually mediocre. 

oh yeah and Iris is pregnant early

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Hiii

I need some advice about a situation with a guy I see regularly. I’ve been overthinking a lot and I would love to get some outside perspectives.

Context: I 24F, am a clear foreigner in a homogenous country. Almost every morning on my commute, I see this guy +-28 Native to the country I live in.

What’s been happening:

A few months ago, I noticed him when he used to sit next to me on the bus. Some days there’d be other seats, and others, he had no choice. I noticed that when he sits next to other people, he often leans against the pole or window. With me, he’s more relaxed, with his shoulder against mine. Recently, when the bus is crowded, he sometimes stands, but I’ve caught him glancing over in my direction a few times.

A couple weeks ago, the bus started getting full. So he has to stand. I noticed him staring at me about 2-3 times per bus ride. I’d just look at him. Then he stopped for a while. By this time though, I started to realise that he’s pretty cute and he interacts so sweetly with the older people on the bus.

It worried me that maybe I reacted incorrectly to him, so he doesn’t “care” anymore? So because I’m always on the bus first, if I have the confidence, I’ve started staring at him when he gets on. But then once he looks back, I chicken out. He then continues to glance at me a couple times.

Last week, I gave my seat up to an older lady and I went to stand next to him. There was a guy whose bag was brushing against my back, so I was a little uncomfy. Regardless, I stood next to my crush until I had to move so a lady could pass. He looked at me after I moved to the next pole. And then put his hand on the handle closest to the pole that I just left. He also took off his headphones and looked at them as if they weren’t working.

Something else strange also happened that day: There was an empty single seat between us, which I didn’t sit in, and he didn’t either. At one point, though, he tapped his bus card at a stop earlier than his usual one—the stop I sometimes get off on, though I don’t think he knows my exact schedule. This was a bit weird because he never taps out there, but then he sat down? His stop was immediately after this one?? (But this whole entire incident, I think maybe could be unrelated to me and I’m just personalising it, because it was my stop. He did look at his phone before he turned around. And didn’t come on the bus since that day, which was 3 days ago. Usually see him everyday unless I miss the bus).

Anyways, some days when I’d sit next to him, he’d fidget with his fingers. Some days completely neutral. He seldom uses his phone if sat next to me – I don’t use mine in the bus at all. But he’ll use it if he’s in front of me or standing. When he stares, he’s got like big, round eyes, seldom, if ever, blinks.

I’m so shy, I literally was shivering the day I stood next to him. My problem is that I don’t know if we even speak the same language. I don’t know how he feels about me. I tried to objectively describe each situation. How do you think he feels? What should I do?

I've been rejected before by a guy who I thought liked me. So I'm so scared if my judgement is wrong

TIA

Sounds to me like he’s interested in you. I’d give it a shot and try talking to him the next time you see him. Maybe something like “missed you the past couple days” since he hasn’t been on the buss recently. Even if y’all don’t speak the same language, sounds like you’ve got enough time on the buss to type things back and forth through google translate.

I wish you luck and would love to know how things work out!