#I wasn't wearing anything that indicated that this was my place of work

[sofia-not-sophie]

Okay so the WILDEST thing happened to me the other day

I was running around town doing the shopping thing like a Real Adult (no I was not secretly just looking for this one pair of superman socks shut up) when this guy came up to me in the store and was like do you work here

I very much did NOT work there I wasnt even wearing the store colors, and I was wearing fucking sweatpants!! I guess I just looked like I had authority or something but anyways I told him no and I went on with my shopping I had some groceries superman socks to buy

about five minutes later ANOTHER person asked me the same thing and I was like ????? No. I dont.

I went back to my shopping and there was a THIRD person asking me if I worked there not two aisles over, mind you I had a CART full of stuff so like I didnt really look like an employee

At long last I finally finished the socks were buried in the seasonal section for some unknown reason and went to check out my friend of a friend who works at the store was on the register that day so I went to their aisle and I asked them if it looked like I worked there

they were like uhhhhhh kiiiiind of??? because APPARENTLY the mangers at that store wear lanyards sometimes cause like thats where they keep the keys to like back rooms and stuff and so wearing my lanyard with my house keys and shit made me a target employee to literally everyone in the store

[yieldtotemptation]

DEALS ft. Miyeon

... is this thing on?

written as a very late addition to @i-am-lifeform24's project.

miyeon x male reader smut

2k words

"Now that you're done with that," Miyeon starts, her voice firm, confident. The voice of someone used to giving you orders. "Take off your clothes."

The command hangs in the air between the two of you, and suddenly you’re under a microscope—but where most people would squirm, you stand tall.

"Okay."

"Okay?" If she was expecting a challenge, she wasn't going to find one here. After all this time, you know what she's looking for—what she expects from you—someone that can match her, that can meet her on her level. "No questions?"

"That is the deal," you answer matter-of-factly, your t-shirt already half-way over your head. "Money for my time, anything goes."

"Anything," she echoes, her usual stone-cold expression betrayed by a hint of excitement playing in her eyes, somewhat surprised that she managed to push the terms of a contract once made between two teenagers who didn't know any better into new territory.

Anything used to just mean silly tasks—cooking, cleaning, doing all the things that would absolutely not be suitable for her to do—but all just being an excuse for keeping Miyeon company.

That was until now.

Still, you don't have time to think about what’s changed between you fixing her sink and her watching you take off your pants—she’s decided that now is as appropriate an occasion as any to test your limits, and you’ve never been known not to oblige her.

It's only when you're stepping out of your briefs that you catch it—that break in her facade, the slight blush that creeps up her cheeks, that indication that maybe Miyeon isn't so far above the rest of Earth's mortals as she would like you to think.

"Having trouble finding somewhere to look?" You can feel her eyes following you, scanning up and down your body as you fold your clothes neatly, placing them on a corner of the nearby couch.

"The opposite." Whatever crack you just saw in Miyeon's composure is gone as quick as it arrived, and she's all business again, walking over to you, heels that let her meet your eyes clicking against the cold living room floor. "I don't have anywhere I don't want to look."

It's no secret that you feel the same—she's an absolute work of art. It's in the sway of her hips, the curve of her waist, the swell of her lovely, petite breasts under her sheer, near see-through shirt. But you're not here to just admire her. You're here to serve, to satisfy, to be of use.

She stops, close enough that her exhales become your inhales, close enough that the smell of whatever she's wearing—something smoky, something ludicrously expensive—drives you wild.

Close enough that when her eyes alone make you twitch, she feels it brush against her waist.

"Look at me."

Another demand obeyed—all part of the deal.

Maybe it's the light, maybe it's the proximity—her eyes are darker than you remember, a deep brown that would swallow you whole, if only you'd let them.

"Hands," she says next, and she's taking hold of your wrists, pulling them to her, to her body—her unfathomably-tight waist—squeezing down on your fingers to make sure she's locked in your grip. "Now kiss m-"

You're jumping the gun, pulling her closer to you, pulling her lips into yours, warming your tongue with hers, tasting sweetness, tasting her eagerness—or more correctly, her neediness.

She’s opening the door a little, letting you discover a part of her that she's been hiding from you, truly meeting her for the first time—her left hand finding the nape of your neck, her right reaching down below, wrapping fingers around you, holding you against her.

"Mmmph..." She's moaning into you now, her hands are on the move, feeling, stroking—soft, delicate fingers taking your full measure, all the way from the tip... all the way to the base.

It’s making you grow bigger for her, too big for her dainty grip, but she squeezes back against you, gliding her hand up and down, up and down, again and again—all for her pleasure, showing you that no matter how good she's making you feel, it's making her feel better.

That’s when you break the rules for the first time, taking the initiative and running your hands up her back to the lift up her shirt, wanting to catch just a glimpse of more of her flawless, porcelain-white skin. Before you can boldly make your move, she's pushing back against your chest with her free hand, releasing your lips and leaving you with a groan, halting you in your tracks.

"No," she whispers, her eyes darkening with something that isn't quite anger, but is definitely a warning. "Not yet."

A gulp and a nod is all you have for her in response, but it's enough to satisfy her—enough to return her lips to your body, to continue her excruciatingly delightful movements over your shaft.

Her breath is hot, heavy, as she plants kisses on your neck, your collarbone—tracing lines down your chest with her tongue, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. Miyeon's eyes lock onto yours as she continues her expedition, watching you watch her work—watch her make you unravel.

Every movement is intentional—the lower her lips get, the slower her strokes, each more deliberate, each one a silent experiment of how much you can bear.

She takes her time, until at last, finally, she's on her knees before you—no longer stroking, no longer moving—just breathing on you, staring at you, frozen in fascination at your length—at what she's done to you.

And then she licks her perfect, pretty, pink lips.

"Miyeon-" is all you can muster, but it’s too late—she's taking you in—inhaling you—warm—fucking hot—lips wrapping around you, forcing you to hold your breath as she brings you deeper, deeper into her throat.

You had expected teasing, torture even—but not this—not her tongue sliding under your shaft, not her moans around your cock, not her eyes watering as she breathes you in, making a mess of you until her nose has met your chest and your tip has met the back of her throat.

It takes all your strength to keep your knees from buckling as she keeps you there, keeps you down her throat, testing herself against you. The pleasure is overwhelming, intense, but for the two of you it's the power play—she's the one looking up at you, her makeup smudged, eyeliner a disaster—yet she's in complete and total control, feeling your body tighten from just a flick of her tongue, feeling you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Gah-" she rises back up off you, unsheathing your cock from her throat, a glob of her spit following behind her, a glistening bridge from her lips to your tip. She's grinning wildly now, so fucking pleased with herself, so turned on by having conquered you—having conquered your cock. "I did it."

But you don't get to recover—how silly of you to think she would let you—and her lips are back on you, lightning shooting up your spine as she takes in half of you, before releasing—again and again and again.

She's bobbing up and down, putting on a show for you—letting you see how her cheeks hollow, how her lips take you in, how you make her eyes water and how her tongue does it’s best to break you—a masterful dance that somehow makes you feel both worshiped and utterly dominated.

"Mmmmm..." A flick of her tongue against your tip lets you know that she's tasting you, tasting the warm pre-cum leaking past her lips. "I fucking knew it," she murmurs, her voice low, but loud enough for you to hear. "Knew that you would be this big—knew that I could take whatever you had."

"God, Miyeon—" you eke out a groan as she starts to stroke you again, keeping up the pace, keeping up the pleasure.

"Knew that you would taste this good—knew that it would feel this fucking good in my throat."

She doesn't wait for an answer—doesn't need one—her tongue is already back on you, painting your cock with her saliva, up and down, around and around.

It's her moans around you—she's loving this, loving doing this to you—so much so that she doesn't even mind it when you thread your fingers through her hair, pulling on her more forcefully than you intended, desperately pushing more of yourself into her. She takes it, welcomes it, confident that if it came down to it, she would be the last one standing.

You still try—stopping her head still and start to move—start to pound away. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't pull away, not even when you pick up speed, not even when her moans get muffled and you're hitting the back of her mouth, not even when you're the one setting the pace and burying your cock down her hot, tight throat.

It's in her eyes—the challenge, the suggestion—use me, break me if you can—cum—give it to me.

Her hands are on your hips, beckoning you, pushing you to go faster, to fuck her face harder—encouraging you, egging you on. And so you do—you give in to the instinct that's been burning in your veins since she first made you strip for her—you fuck her mouth, her throat, ruin that gorgeous, fucking irresistible face as she struggles to keep up.

Tears are streaming down her eyes now, her breaths coming in ragged gasps around you, but she never looks away—her gaze holding yours, telling you that she's okay, that she wants this—that she can take this.

You shouldn't be fucking her face this hard—it shouldn't be possible to—but you keep going, groaning—"Miyeon", "fuck", "God"—and just when you're about to slip, just when you're about to completely fall apart in her mouth, she forces herself off you, seizing back control and holding you at your base, aiming directly at her picture-perfect visage.

"Cum for me," she squeezes you, wringing you, wanting you. "Do it."

You throb, you explode, you cum, you obey—because that's what she’s asking of you.

It takes every effort to keep your eyes open—to see Miyeon—as you feel the orgasm ripping through your body, the heat spilling from you and onto her face, her chin, her neck—onto a carefully manicured eyebrow, and an undeniably cute dimple. Your cum showers her, paints her, masking her with your release.

And Miyeon takes it, takes all of it, eagerly, smiling up at you through the mess, poking out a tongue to taste as much of you as she can, despite it still overflowing and dribbling down the corners of her mouth.

You shake, you want to collapse, but Miyeon keeps her hold on you, looking up at you like you're her fucking property—and maybe in this moment, you are. Her eyes are glazed over, her cheeks are flushed, and through the cum you can see that devastating smile as she swallows and drinks what remains of you down.

"So fucking good," she whispers, her hand still moving, still stroking you, placing soft, sweet kisses on your exhausted cock, still sending those tingles of pleasure shooting through you. "I knew you would be amazing."

"Fuck, Miyeon."

But she's already rising, on her feet and looking at you expectantly, wiping the excess from her chin with the back of her hand. "I want more," she states. It’s simple. It’s a command. "Take me to the bedroom."

And she's already walking away, peeling off her clothes, soft fabric meeting the floor as you catch a sight of the lovely slope of her back, the perfect curve of her ass—her body bared before you, calling for you to take it.

“Come on,” she calls out to you, “we’re just getting started.”

You stumble forward, following after her—obeying her wishes.

Because why wouldn't you?

That was your deal.

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A/N: thanks again to @i-am-lifeform24 for actually managing to get me to finish something. what a legend.

[ybklix]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

★ pairing: neighbor!chan x fem!reader

✦summary: You have a new life, in your dream apartment in the big city, your life is quiet, but suddenly your incredibly handsome neighbor across the door, Chan, decides to take you out of your comfort zone, you can't get him out of your head and you really plan to do something about it.

✭ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, masturbation, dry humping, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, videotape, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, slight dirty talk, aftercare.

word count: 7.7k

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divider by qqmariztwsse

You admired the place, happy, the movers did all their work, now you only had to unpack and arrange your new apartment, you had been dreaming of moving to a bigger and different city for a year now, you talked to your parents and siblings just for emotional support, and there they all were now. Your mother, your sister and brother, who were going to spend the first night with you.

The four of them decided to walk around the city for a while, eating and enjoying all the scenery and endless places you could just walk and walk to. You arrived late and exhausted to your new apartment, where only your sister wanted to stay one more night, your mother and brother had to go back to your hometown, where they all still lived, where you previously lived already alone as well.

“I'm going to be fine” you said to your mother as you felt her hug you tighter as you said goodbye, her big breasts crushing yours.

“Oh I know dear but now I have to catch a flight to see you, I'm not used to it” your mother said, in a high pitched tone as she pulled away from you.

No matter what, you would always be her baby, you were the youngest among your siblings, of which you had a very cute and close relationship with. You were always a bit overprotected being the youngest, you openly talk about things that cause you anxiety and you are a bit sensitive although you never express it as such, you like to make jokes and be sarcastic about it, you have a personality… quiet and quite relatable to others, that's why you create content videos on Youtube, mainly there you started, but you are in all your social media and you are something like a microcelebrity. That's why you could afford to live in the city of your dreams, in the apartment of your dreams and you were grateful.

Your mother and brother left, boarding that plane and you and your sister returned to your apartment where she kindly helped you unpack.

“I'll go check to see if I have my own mail space yet” you notified your sister, to which she shouted from afar okaaay.

And you walked out of your apartment, where as you crossed the hallway to the front, you found a male silhouette about to enter his apartment, for some reason you stopped a little to see him, wearing a suit with his jacket in his hand and his white button up shirt rolled up in his strong arms, he was handsome, you thought. He turned to see you too, smiled at you realizing you were his new neighbor and whispered kindly:

“Hi.”

His voice was thick and attractive, his appearance masculine, you suddenly felt in some type of way….

“Hi” you replied kindly smiling.

And before he could say anything else, you hurried your step to the end of the corridor, leaving. You didn't know how to react, you didn't expect to find a handsome man in front of your door while you were messily unpacking your entire apartment. He let out a chuckle when he saw your reaction but you didn't hear it.

[…]

“Agh, Y/N, I forgot my cell phone on the counter,” your sister said, already in the hallway, with her things ready to grab the cab downstairs to accompany her to the airport.

You rolled your eyes, looking for her phone but it wasn't where she had indicated, you got frustrated, the cab was waiting for you, and angrily said to her,

“Where is it? It's not here!”

But you received no answer, your sister ran into your neighbor across the hall, who was about to go out to do some shopping, she instantly smiled at him seeing that he was also handsome and your neighbor was as enchanted with your sister as he was with you. You on the other hand went to the bathroom, where your sister had previously been, finding her phone.

“We have to go now…” you said, locking your apartment and you were perplexed to see your handsome neighbor again.

He smiled downward at you, pressing his lips together, he had to admit that you were both pretty, but there was something about you that caught his attention more.

“He tells me you haven't introduced yourself” your sister spoke, looking down at the broad shouldered build of your neighbor and then back up at you.

“Well, I also just arrived recently for work. I'm Bang Chan, your neighbor” he let out a nervous chuckle, causing you to shiver, a good shiver.

You stared at him and greeted him with waving your hand, telling him your name followed by, nice to meet you.

“I think, you were about to leave so, I see you around” he said again.

You nodded and left with your sister, who was dying to talk and didn't until you got in the cab.

“Oh my god, he's really hot, you should go after him, if he doesn't have a girlfriend of course” your sister commented animatedly.

“Stop saying bullshit please” you replied, unwilling to continue the conversation.

The point was… you had never dated before, you were too picky and your love life was non-existent, but you liked being that way, staying at home with your cats, you even made money from complaining about how there is no one to get your attention, expressing it in your videos where thousands of girls around the world found you so real for speaking your truth. You just made your silly little vlog videos or anything creative you could think of, at the moment you were working on filming your move.

Your sister left, you stayed around the city until it got dark and you returned to your new home, you had to feed your cats and clean their litter, but to your surprise, you once again found Chan taking the elevator at the same time. He smiled tenderly at you as you both were about to press the button, he let you do it and you waited, until you both got in alone.

“I guess we're always going to bump into each other now” he said again with his typical soft chuckle.

“Yeah, well, same building, same floor” you said nervously, really with zero idea what to say.

“Did you move into the building or in the city in general?” he asked, so curious to hear from you.

“From the city” you answered, looking straight ahead and only occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

The elevator doors opened, he let you out first and you stepped into your hallway.

“Well, if you need someone to show you around the city or help in any address, you know I'm in front of your door” he said, sweetly but something about his voice sounded so inviting, the way he spoke and that the vein in his neck stood out a little.

“Thank you” you told him shyly and walked into your apartment.

You couldn't help but smile… after so long you thought to yourself if, a crush, a fling of whatever with your hot neighbor would be worth it.

[…]

All the rest of the night you unpacked everything, almost finishing your apartment, you were tired but it was a nice spring day that you didn't decide to waste, so you went out to walk for a while, feel the sun on your skin, and feel again the minimal realization that there is a civilization outside, since last night you haven't stopped thinking about Chan, you even imagined how his apartment would be decorated by the way he was dressed, simple and in black. You imagined so many things, even his age, what zodiac sign he might be, everything. You hadn't felt this way about someone in a long time.

And, still in his apartment, Chan's younger sister put him in charge of taking care of the family dog, since no one would be home and she took advantage of the fact that her brother would be staying in the city for his job, so she left her with him. Chan greeted and petted the dog with affection and wanted to take her for a walk.

You arrived at the park near the block from the building and craved an ice cream, you felt the presence of more people but didn't take any notice, until when you asked, a familiar voice appeared behind you, sounding so sonorous that it rumbled your insides.

“Make it two, please” said that voice, you turned to see him.

It was Chan, you smiled at him, his skin glowed brighter as he wore all black and you noticed he had a cute dog on a leash, you honestly thought you saw it coming, he looked like an energetic guy who liked dogs more, you enjoyed the company of cats more, but you forgave him anything.

You quickly confirmed to the guy that it would be two ice creams so that he would take Chan's order as well. And, as he handed over the ice creams, he hurried to say.

“Can you hold them please, I'll pay” he said quickly, extending the money to the employee.

You couldn't even deny it when the clerk was already ready to give him the change when Chan said again, “Leave it like that, thank you.”

You walked a few steps from the ice cream cart, narrowing your eyes because you were bothered by the sun, still watching him, licked from your ice cream before it melted and said in a happy tone, “Thank you.”

“Oh it's nothing, it's just ice cream.”

“We meet again” you repeated amused, this time more relaxed and less shy.

“Yeah, well, same park near the building” he said, with a smile responding the same way you did last night.

You smiled back at him as you continued eating from your ice cream, as sweet, soft and refreshing as Chan's unexpected arrival, he looked like a cute guy.

“You have a dog?” you said to him, this time cooperating so that he picked up on the signals that you wanted to talk to him.

He looked at Berry, his little dog.

“Ahh yes, she's Berry, she's family, she doesn't live in my apartment but my sister let me borrow her to take care of her today.”

Uh, he has a sister, must be nice guy, you thought.

“I have two cats” you blurted out suddenly, blushing as you felt his gaze after he's seen the dog, “Their names are Edward and Lorelai. Berry is, a very cute dog” you said again, nervous.

You bent down to stroke his soft dog's fur with your free hand and stood up again.

Chan laughed, watching you, finding you incredibly adorable and began to walk slowly as you followed, “Edward and Lorelai?” asked Chan with a smile at hearing such names for cats.

“For Edward Cullen from Twilight and Lorelai Gilmore from The Gilmore Girls” you added, quickly and obviously, but you were a little shaken, you hadn't had an encounter with a cute boy in years.

Chan looked at you with admiration and amusement. You felt like you were in a movie walking with the attractive man in the park who bought you ice cream. Chan didn't take his eyes off you and without stopping laughing, and to have all those references, he thought you must have been young, you looked young, but living on your own in the city? Chan didn't know what it was exactly but he wanted to know more about you, he liked you since he first saw you, you looked just like today, a sunny, but not oppressive sun, spring day, with the green trees and the birds singing.

“I like cats too,” he replied, “But because of my work I travel a lot and it's hard for me to leave them home alone.”

“What do you do for a living…?” you asked without trying to be so obvious as you sat down on an available bench.

“I'm a stylist and creative director” he replied.

At this point you were so nervous you were about to finish your ice cream. You decided to play with him a little, to lighten the mood.

“Stylist in that outfit?” you joked.

Chan laughed genuinely at your comment, he looked and dressed so normal, all in black with a cap and sneakers and called it a day. You could notice his curls under his cap.

“You might be surprised how well I dress people.”

“Mmm who have you dressed?” you asked amused only to continue the conversation.

“It's usually celebrities, and occasionally rich people, I've worked for Jungkook, T-…”

You gasped in surprise which stopped Chan in his tracks.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react like that, it's just, I don't believe you, you're fucking with me, right?”

Chan raised an eyebrow at your comment in such confidence, without wiping off his smile, his cheeks hurt from being with you so much.

“Are you a fan of his?”

“Oh no, just, everyone knows how great he is.”

“Well it's true...” he answered and you saw him go to his cell phone deftly looking for something.

He handed it to you, pictures of him sizing up the celebrity he had just mentioned and putting a jacket over him as proof, you opened your mouths in surprise that you are meeting a man who has direct contact with celebrities. You handed him back his phone.

“I work for specific brands or clients, that's why I travel, I work for Jennie Kim, Troye Sivan, that kid that's everywhere mmm, Olivia Rodrigo, Timothe Ch…”

Your heart stopped and your smile faded for a moment as he called Olivia Rodrigo a kid, you were pretty sure you were pretty close to her age… you wondered how old he could be. You also thought that looking like that, there was no way he wasn't dating a celebrity.

“Okay I got it, now you're just bragging” you replied amused to which he loved the way you teased him, “I think it's great” you said happily, “And also as a creative director?”

“Yes, I direct videos, I give concepts to artists, I usually work a lot for the K-pop world, that's why I'm hardly ever home.”

You looked at him closely, you were excited to meet an art-oriented person who was expert and passionate about what he does, someone intellectual who stimulated your inner self.

“If you dressed Jungkook, what the hell are you doing living in that apartment? I assume you can get something better” you joked again never to end the conversation.

You had already finished your ice cream and your hands were restless not knowing where to settle. Chan laughed again, showing his peculiar dimples, he kept laughing with you close by.

“I've lived in the building for a while now, it's cozy and a very nice place, isn't it?”

You nodded, “It's a nice place…”

“Besides…” he began to say apologetically, tilting his head a little and showing a full smile “it's a magical place full of surprises, just like your new arrival.”

You looked into his eyes and admired every part of him, unable to think that he had said your arrival was a magical surprise. Chan had already finished his ice cream, but he thought there was nothing sweeter that left his mouth like meeting you on a nice sunny day.

“So… you'll be staying here in the city?” you added curiously, since he mentioned he was hardly home, worrying you.

“Yes, at the moment I'm here working from home, I just came back from a business trip; but as soon as my client calls me, I have to go wherever they are” you saw him a little disappointed, promptly thinking that he constantly has to leave, until he spoke bringing you out of your trance, “And you… what do you do for a living?” he asked softly and incredibly attentive to what you had to say.

Your smile faded a little… it wasn't something you said out loud, you felt a little embarrassed but more so when he had a cool job and you… made videos for the internet.

“I make videos…” you said unsurely.

He raised his eyebrow, scared deep down that they weren't adult types of videos, he had nothing against it, but as someone as pretty and young as you, he couldn't help but feel disappointed if that's what it is, since he currently found himself so many girls making money from it.

“You edit videos?” he asked, somewhat alerted.

“Yes that too, well… I'm a YouTuber, not something I'd say proudly after hearing your amazing work history, but I also paint and sell my paintings and, I'm simply inclined to art, but for a living, videos on the internet. I'm also inclined to acting, I currently take online classes but since I'm in the city I really want to try my hand at an academy; you know everyone who thinks they're celebrities these days wants to put out music but I seriously think it's not my forte, I prefer something else” you blurted out suddenly, nervously trying to divert him from the main topic.

Chan laughed tenderly as he carried Berry to put her in the middle of you. He thought you were cute the way you wanted to excuse yourself, and almost sighed in relief that you hadn't been what he maliciously thought.

“That's very good, seriously, you can tell me you're a tiktoker and I'll understand, they make a lot of money nowadays” Chan joked.

You laughed, blushing that maybe it wasn't the kind of woman he was looking for, putting little part of her life on the internet. But you had him completely captivated, he couldn't deny it.

“So what do you do?” he said, you raised your eyebrows, “What do you tape?”

“Mmm little vlogs, things I come up with…”

“And what do you paint?” you looked at him surprised, that among your meaningless chatter, he did pay attention to you.

“Little flower paintings, I don't know, cute things” you laughed.

Cute things like you, wanted to say Chan out loud.

“And how can I find you?”

You widened your eyes in panic, but still told him sweetly, “Literally my name, just like that, I hope I show up.”

Chan stared at you for a while, so happy to have some time to relax.

“I'd love to direct a video, give you some ideas” Chan spoke slowly and seductively, not knowing what he was saying clearly, he just knew he was suddenly lost on you.

“I'd love to share your ideas…” you replied in the same way.

“I'd also love for us to go somewhere else but… I'm taking care of Berry” he mentioned, caressing her, you saw his big, masculine hands, surprising you a little, “Would you like to… have dinner at my place?”

You wanted to open your mouth in surprise, for the first time you would be going alone to a man's apartment, but you just nodded softly.

“You cook?” you asked, Chan nodded, “I also love to cook and bake” you said proudly.

He looked at you tenderly.

[…]

The evening progressed with more talk with Chan, getting to know him more and more, and of a delicious dinner he prepared. You were delighted, you were supposed to start shooting more content today but there was nothing better than spending the night in his apartment and, his decor was just as you imagined it, neutral colors, modern design and all tidy, the place smelled good, he smelled good, everything around him looked like a dream.

He came to drop you off at your door, balancing on your heels on the door frame, so close to him and admiring every part of his face, his cute little eyes, his full lips, you felt like you were in your own little rom-com. Chan leaned against your door frame, unwilling to let you go.

“Do you… want to see Edward and Lorelai?” you said nervously to which he nodded softly with a smile.

Chan watched you, you looked so cute to him that he wanted to squeeze your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he just said yes to every little thing you said.

Your cats were in your cat tree, you let Chan pass by, who slyly watched your whole apartment.

“Orange one is Edward.”

Chan approached your cats, you had a cute Halloween combination, orange and black, who antipathetic and yet alert let themselves be petted, after he spoke to them in a high pitched tone, with tenderness. He came up to you.

“They're very cute, just like you” he said and your cheeks grew warm, you blushed so often with him, you hated it when your body reacted like that, “Do you mind if… tomorrow we go to the park on a picnic or something?”

You frowned, hard to believe what he was saying but you agreed.

“Goodnight, Chan” you said goodbye to him.

Within half an hour Chan had started following you on Instagram where to your surprise you found that he had more than twice as many followers as you and his feed was as sleek and tidy as he was, filled with celebrities he worked for and the occasional photo of him; he for his part was delighted with the cute and cuddly side you showed your life on social media and, you also noticed that he had bought the 10 paintings you had for sale on your website.

[…]

“You bought all my paintings” was the first thing you said to him when you saw him.

Chan's smile got bigger, “I had to, they were really good, you can help me put them in my apartment.”

You looked at him, not sure what he was up to but you just knew you were quickly falling for him.

You both went to the park.

“All right, you paint Berry and I'll paint… you have to choose between Edward or Lorelai to paint them” Chan spoke.

You were both on your date, on a picnic he planned, you had had this kind of outing with your girlfriends but not with a boy, this was definitely your kind of date. You looked at Chan, who was still looking all manly with his strong legs showing in his shorts despite doing soft and sweet activities.

You sighed in surprise, “You can't make me choose between two of my children.”

Chan laughed, “Okay, I'll paint them both and then we'll show each other our paintings at the same time.”

You nodded, “Show me a picture of Berry.”

“And you of your cats.”

Amid laughter, chatter and complicit glances, you finished your works, showing them. Chan's painting was good, not the best, they were a little crooked, but it was nice and you appreciated it and yours, truly and effortlessly you had excelled, Chan looked at you with admiration as he praised your work, no doubt you were someone worth getting to know more.

You spent the day together, he walked you around the city and as you were united walking side by side in your wide hallway of the building, he said to you:

“What's a movie that you can watch over and over again without getting tired and... would you like to see it in my apartment?”

The next thing you knew you were having your first movie night date with a man, since he wasn't a boy. Slowly you brought your bodies together and shortly after the middle of the movie you couldn't help but admire him a little, his pronounced side in profile, his strong arms; you wondered if you should kiss him or would you look like an easy girl, you had just met him but you weren't much of a fan of the slow burn, at least not in real life, that could stay on TV and books, you wanted Chan now.

Chan licked his lips and noticed that you didn't stop looking at him and slowly turned to see you, you abruptly averted your gaze in embarrassment. Chan sighed and moved closer to you, making you more tense, not because it made you uncomfortable, but because you really liked him and suddenly your body was acting weird. You stopped paying attention to the movie and only thought about the time and the anxiety that was slowly consuming you, you wanted to kiss him but you didn't know how to get closer, you wanted to taste his lips to check your fantasies that he really had it all and kissed well.

Chan noticed it instantly, your nervous body, your light sighs, he was going to take a chance and if you rejected him, at least it would be worth it.

He came close to your ear and his plan wasn't to sound this seductive, he still said it in that tone, “It's obvious you're not paying attention to the movie, why don't you better come and pay attention to me.”

You almost moaned loudly at what he said, it was so cringe, it was so fucking sexy it worked for you, coming from him everything worked.

You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

You nodded without measuring anything that was happening, you just watched his slightly illuminated face for the TV light and move closer to yours and suddenly you met his lips, Chan started to move them over yours, you tasted the softness and how smoothly his fleshy lips were, then slowly he moved closer to you, when you unintentionally held onto his shirt, he started to kiss you deeper, his prominent nose colliding with your face, both breathless but unable to stop, addicted to the feel of each other until you broke apart.

“Come here” Chan whispered to you taking you by the waist and inviting you to sit on him for which you complied.

You let yourself fall into his lap with your body facing him, your legs beside his thighs, as you wrapped around his neck, ready to return to your sizzling make out session. This time Chan kissed you more desperately and excitedly, groping your whole body and tasting your tongue, at this point you were already so wet, his big hand stroking your body and the exquisite sounds of his lips colliding and his altered breathing made you so hot.

And that's when, as you let your body fall slightly, you felt his notorious, throbbing erection in your center, you were shocked, you didn't know whether to stop or continue but you didn't want to stop kissing him and you were getting more and more turned on. You separated, you saw his swollen, reddish lips and an expression on his face that you had never seen before, it was his usual look of tenderness combined with dark desire. Chan couldn't take it anymore and in a thick voice whispered:

“Should we continue this… or do you want to stop?”

You bit your lip, if you stopped there was nothing good in return, just you going to your apartment embarrassed and with your panties wet, yet you were so curious about what might happen if you didn't stop. You nodded and he looked at you confused.

“We should… continue” you sighed.

Chan smiled and kissed you again, running his hands down your back, this time under your blouse, unhooking your bra. You pulled away from him a little terrified and excited and let him remove your clothes, he brushed his lips down your neck until he reached your breasts where he sucked them hard, causing you to moan, but Chan wanted to make you feel so good that he was only going to focus on you and your pretty moans, so he had to take good care and treat your bottom area very well.

He pulled away from you and stared at you as he unbuttoned your shorts and then slid his big hand down and started stroking your clit over your panties with his long fingers. You gasped again, ecstatic and happy to be attended. You kissed again as between sighs you felt the satisfaction of his fingers rubbing your spot, you were enjoying it but it only made you wetter and needier and that Chan saw it reflected in your awkward but passionate kisses and your constant moans.

“C'mon sweetie, take off his shorts so I can touch you better” he whispered to you, “Gonna make you cum.”

With your breath hitching and heart racing, you heeded him, quickly standing up and removing your tiny shorts to sit on his lap again, this time your wet center feeling the stiffness of his cock. Chan gasped, you raised your ass a little and he wrapped his arm around your ass, sliding your folds aside with his hands and seeking your entrance, pulling the fabric of your panties aside, he stroked you a little, sliding all your wetness down your hole and inserted two of his slick, long fingers into your soft walls. You gasped, it felt so good to have your pussy filled.

“Oh, that's it dear, you feel so good, do you like it?” groaned Chan sweetly to you in a whisper which you whimpered in response.

Chan started to ram you with his fingers making you let out soft little whimpers, it felt so good, you could hear the wetness of your pussy being fucked, you were a little embarrassed to be so wet but you couldn't control it, your body was going crazy for Chan, as he enjoyed your sweet sounds coming out of your mouth and how choked his cock was in his denim shorts, he loved feeling the tightness inside you with the wetness of your pussy slipping on his fingers and, in a gasp and shudder, you felt your orgasm filling your body, spilling onto Chan's fingers and dripping onto his clothes.

You were beginning to feel ashamed, when you felt Chan's hands grip your waist tightly and cling to his cock as he bit his lip.

“Oh, you're so fucking sweet, c'mon” he moaned, moving your ass with his grip around his cock, squeezing it.

You turned on again in seconds and you understood everything, the heat of the moment took the best of you and you unbuttoned his shorts, being you now the one who put her hand in his crotch, feeling his wide hard cock over his boxers, you were surprised, you squeezed and caressed, trying to reach his tip but it was a bit difficult to which Chan helped you a bit to pull them down, finally seeing his prominent package and his dripping precum on his clothes.... once again you acted out of desire and lust and pulled down his underwear, revealing his member so highly visually appealing and large, you began to stroke it, and instantly turned to look at Chan, who was panting in pleasure. Once again you were so aroused, you wanted to do so many things but you just limited yourself to positioning his cock between your folds and start rubbing yourself on it, rubbing your soaking wet pussy through the feel of the fabric of your panties, while Chan revelled in the sensation with soft mmm's and you held tightly around his neck, and between kissing, fondling and Chan's stimulation of your breasts with his mouth, tongue and lips, the sizzling act brought you both to orgasm.

Both of your bodies trembled, Chan whimpered an “Oh, fuck” and you felt his throbbing sex and warm cum shoot between your folds.

Both of you had heavy breathing and suddenly you fell to realize what you had done, once again the heat now took over your cheeks and you tried to hide in Chan's neck; he smiled broadly and noticed your reaction.

“It's okay, princess, look at me, hey, it was beautiful, I loved it” he said sweetly, trying to get your attention.

You looked into his eyes in sorrow and he confessed in a whisper close to your lips, “Is it wrong that... I just met you but I feel I like you a lot? I'll take you on every cute date so we can get to know each other better.”

[...]

And so, after that night began a frantic story between you and your neighbor Chan, who was a little older than you and a mature man with his life and goals set, but he loved to do little things with you and help you and then have a fiery scene of making out and touching, you love to caress his hair every time you kissed him and he liked to help you in recording content and he would tell you how he was going to help you to offer you more work with recognized brands and, as days went by there was this afternoon, where he helped you and was there watching you recording, you were a little embarrassed but little by little you got used to it, and for some reason, your outfit consisted of a very short white plaid skirt, which drove Chan crazy in seconds.

He watched you attentively, sitting on your couch watching every little shot you made with your phone, you were completely dressed up while Chan was comfortable in his sportswear and black sleeveless shirt attached to his worked and muscular body, he was crazy about your short skirt revealing a little bit of your ass and how pretty you looked, while you were messed up seeing his biceps and marked pecs.

You finished recording your silly video, feeling embarrassed having Chan's heavy gaze on you the whole time as he smiled downwards at you and hugged one of your couch cushions, finally he stood up and walked over to you, unable to control his urges and placed his hands on your waist exposed by your short top. You raised your gaze slightly and smiled at him, he wordlessly moved closer to you to kiss you which you accepted by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“That little skirt is kind of dangerous, I feel lucky to see it on you before all your followers” Chan whispered to you, his hands moving down to your butt and squeezing it.

You were surprised and looked at him mischievously, and he surprised you again as he carried you by grabbing your ass and kissed you again, taking you a few steps to your room; for some reason you were aroused, and it was that particularly his strong arms with visible veins were doing in your arousal something, you hadn't had something sexual since that night in his apartment, you thought maybe it was time for something more.

Chan sat on your bed, leaving you on top of him, this time you kissed more passionately and desperately, both in the same synchrony and idea of what was about to happen, completely devoted to each other. And suddenly, you had the idea of tasting his cock. You smiled and lowered your kisses down to his neck, slowly you rolled off his lap and got on your knees between his legs, Chan licked his lips as he understood immediately and let you play with him a little as you slowly removed his shorts; Chan reflexively reached out his hand and it bumped into your camera on your bed, and a dirty idea occurred to him.

Chan grabbed your camera, turned it on and prepared to record, recording you making eye contact and finding it so fucking hot to him holding a camera at such a promising angle.

“Oh yeah, c'mon babygirl, suck my cock, is this your favorite YouTuber? She's a little fucking whore, look at…. ahh” Chan started to say but was cut off as he finally felt your mouth on his glans, “Mmm, she's taking my cock so well.”

You smiled with his cock in your mouth and began to suck him off, sucking his length to feel your tongue and cheeks, making him feel so good that he even gasped pitilessly.

You loved the feel of him, his big cock in your mouth while your hands caressed the rest of his member and from time to time you played with his balls, making Chan whimper and shudder, who at this point downplayed the camera in his hand and enjoyed live and direct the image of you on his cock, Chan stroked your hair, the muscles of his thighs trembled and in a sizzling whimper, Chan cum in your mouth.

You smiled happily, licking the cum from his length and swallowing every liquid deposited in you. Chan stroked your cheek for a few moments and gently motioned for you to stand up, then gently laid you down on the bed.

Once again, Chan held the camera and recorded the filthy process of lifting your skirt and removing your wet panties, finally getting a full shot of your soaking wet, throbbing pussy.

“Fuck” cursed Chan softly and aroused.

You looked so exquisite to him that he thought the camera didn't do you justice, you were a thousand times better in person. You watched him with desire and pleading eyes, inwardly begging to feel his big cock fill you with more.

“Take off your shirt” you whined, you wanted to see his abs.

Chan smiled arrogantly, he dropped the camera drop on your bed and obeyed your command, you bit your lip, you wanted him in missionary to have him close and touch his marked abs. Now, you were so needy. He took your camera again, with one hand he put your knees together and lifted them higher in the air, he stopped holding your legs and you left them like that, watching his dirty act of filming your pussy, Chan took his big cock and rubbed it on your pussy, making you gasp.

“What a fucking dirty slut, so ready to get fuck, isn't this y/n, your favorite little internet person, oh she's so fucking needy for my cock, aren't you, beautiful?”

You gasped as you felt his cock hit your vulva and then rub it through your folds and labia. Chan spread your legs again and finally entered you slowly and, capturing every scene of your tight hole stretching to make way for his cock.

You whimpered, slightly trembling and trying to adjust to his size, Chan sighed excitedly finally at the feel of you inside and began to fuck you slowly and recording a couple of moments, then throwing the camera back onto your bed and pulling his body closer to you, where he sweetly gave you kisses around your face as he rammed you moderately, sliding expertly into you.

“Faster, Chan” you begged, to which he smiled, more than happy to follow your commands.

You arched your back as you felt his strong, deep thrusts, filling your entire pussy to the deepest part of you, his tip brushing your cervix without issue due to his size and you felt your body fade beneath his. You entwined your legs around his waist and hugged him as he continued to ram your pussy hard, his warm moans in your ear.

You were so close, you hugged him tighter and your thighs gradually lost strength, trembling and falling into a deep orgasm at the sensation of his cock moving inside you. Chan continued for a while and finally cum inside you, relaxing his exhausted body a little on top of you.

He kissed your cheek sweetly, pulled away from you and, as a final shot, filmed his cock coming out of your hole as he was doing the perfect creampie scene.

Chan threw the camera back and moved closer to your tired body, showering your face with kisses, appreciating that you still had little traces of him around your mouth.

“I loved that, baby, that was so good” he whispered sweetly in your ear, "The little skirts on you drive me crazy."

[…]

The next day you set about starting to edit your videos and found yourself…. with the grotesque and silly footage Chan had made of you having sex, completely worthy of a homemade porn video, morbidly you watched it again, video shots moving, Chan shaking and his heavy breathing in the background, which turned you on a little, his comments in his thick voice, you sucking his cock and then him rubbing it in your pussy, shit, you were so horny, you couldn't help but watch in detail how good his cock looked for the camera, doing it complete justice, you had a very good camera after all.

You sighed totally aroused and almost as if by magic, there was a knock on your door, you paused the video, luckily at a part where Chan put the camera aside and your sheet was recorded. And you ran to your door knowing it was Chan, once you saw him you jumped into his arms, he laughed and returned the unexpected hug.

Chan had brought you flowers, you thanked him genuinely and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he was so sweet, you liked him so much but just now you needed him so much too. You quickly put his flowers in water and in a vase in the center of the counter.

“What were you doing, princess?” he asked you.

You decided to be honest and quick.

“I was editing my videos and came across what you shot yesterday, honestly I'm horny.”

Chan let out a chuckle at your honesty and walked over to you.

“And who am I to say no to you when you're like that?”

You bit your bottom lip as your smile got bigger, once again you kissed.

“Mm, you should watch the video later, you look so fucking good” you whispered to him between the small moments you parted.

“Fuck, I'm dying to see how I fuck you, but it's better to always live it up” he gasped, so needy with his throbbing cock.

You both headed back to your room, where Chan subtly motioned you to sit on your bed and, he with no time to waste, lifted up your little wool pajama top to reveal your breasts and pulled down your tiny shorts you were wearing altogether, he knelt between your legs and began to give hot and loud kisses down your belly all the way down to your mons pubis, he quickly got rid of your panties, and spread your legs to give him a better view of your pussy.

You were so aroused at his slightest movement, Chan smiled at the image of your exposed pussy and murmured, “I'm going to make you feel so good, princess.”

And, for the first time in your encounters, he directed his mouth to your pussy, gently caressing your clit with one finger, making you gasp and shudder at the sensation of his mouth on your cunt.

Chan licked the entire length of your folds, unashamed and totally satisfied with your taste, you were getting wetter and wetter, giving more and more way for Chan to enjoy your soaking wet pussy with delicious slurping sounds, you gasped and let your head fall back, completely yielding and pleased. You looked back at Chan, whose face was buried in your pussy, his big nose bumping against your labia and his tongue licking every taste in you; you bit your lip and stroked his hair, Chan made eye contact with you, he was enjoying it so much that he would end up cumming in his pants without any trouble merely with the feel of your soft wet pussy in his mouth.

With his free hand Chan began to fondle your breasts, completely ecstatic with pleasuring you, giving your sweet whimpers in response, which encouraged him more and more. Chan bit your labia softly, licked and sucked and, withdrew his hand from your breasts, to lean a little and separate your orifice, appreciating how needy it was, to then insert his tongue and feel your insides, you gasped more intensely, relaxing your body completely and, after an exquisite series of movements on your pussy with his mouth, you came to orgasm, panting loudly and seeing stars, Chan had eaten your pussy so fucking well.

Chan was also so close and cursed under his breath as he felt cum in his pants as he savored your sweet, glistening fluid from your orgasm.

He raised his face, and saw you, both of you happy, your chest rising and falling trying to settle down normal, him licking his mouth still with your taste, but Chan's smile was instantly wiped off, he recognized the sound of the door perfectly, his apartment sounded the same, he stood up quickly alerted.

“Did you hear that? Someone came in, are you expecting someone?”

You looked at him confused and instantly remembered, your mother and sister were coming to visit you, you had arranged it days ago on the phone and you had already warned the doorman to always let your mother and sister in up to your apartment. You closed your legs immediately and hurriedly pulled up your panties and shorts, your heart racing. Chan also stood up quickly and headed towards your bathroom as you frantically motioned for him to go in there.

You came out with a smile, brushing your hair a little.

“Heeey” you greeted.

“Where were you?” said your mother going to hug you.

You felt a little dirty, a few minutes ago you had an incredible orgasm leaving a mess. Suddenly your mother heard a noise in the bathroom.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked.

“My… neighbor” you replied to which your sister smiled broadly, “the toilet wasn't working right and he wanted to fix it.”

“Oh, honey, but why him, is he a plumber? Let me see what's wrong with…” mentioned your mother ready to go to the bathroom but noticed your sister's complicit look, “Why are you looking at each other like that…? Is he the boy Kaia told me about?”

“Chan is here?” your sister asked smiling.

“You told mom about him?” was all you could say.

Your sister knew nothing of your encounters, really the last thing she knew about Chan was when he showed up in the hallway. With embarrassed steps, you made your way to the bathroom, opening the door carefully where a shy Chan stepped out, his face and hands clean.

“Is… the bathroom ready?” you asked him, waiting for him to catch on to what he did instantly.

“Ah yes, it was nothing really.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm Bang Chan, nice to meet you” he introduced himself to your mother who smiled at him and received the gesture.

Still your mother was no fool, she knew immediately that the two of you were up to something, or maybe you were in the middle of something. Your embarrassed faces gave both you and Chan away.

“Hi, Chan” greeted Kaia, looking mischievously at him knowing that he was also there with you for something and that the bathroom was just an excuse.

He greeted her shyly and your sister's attention focused on your laptop on the counter, she approached the laptop animatedly,

“Ohhh, you're editing a new video, what's it about?”

You panicked and ran to close your laptop, causing her surprise and confusion, if she pressed play she was about to see the pornographic home video of you and Chan. You almost dry salivated, so terrified.

“It's a very important and secret video” you replied, sketching a smile and looking quickly towards Chan.

It was kind of weird, but you had to explain that you were in a way, dating him.

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

the Wayne kids would definitely wear something from their partners without them knowing. or they just forgot because they're so into it.

[a bit long as this is for each Wayne kid]

~

Dick, enters the movie room at the Manor, announcing himself quite loudly: Who missed me????

his siblings exchange looks as they judge the The Flash joggers their eldest brother is wearing.

Bruce eyes fall to the clothing, a light smile on his lips.

Dick, plops himself beside Damian, ruffling his hair: I hope I didn't miss too much. I got caught up with something.

Jason: Did that something have anything to do with a specific speedster, Dickface?

Damian, huffs as Dick gives him a side hug: You've been frolicking quite often with West these days, Richard.

Jason, attempts to whisper but he obviously wanted everyone to hear him: I'm sure it's more than frolic.

Tim and Duke snicker at that.

Dick, steals Jason's bowl of popcorn: What you guys talking about? He's my best friend. If he needs something, I'll be there-

Cass pokes at Dick's knees and gives a knowing look at the joggers.

Dick, goes red as he continues to eat more popcorn: Um... My pants got dirty. Had to borrow. No big deal. Now..... What we watching????

~

Dick, grins and bows down as he stands on the mat: Okay! Who's ready to spar with the Master?

Jason and Tim roll their eyes in sync as they do their own business at the Batcave.

Cass emerges outside the changing rooms, wearing her workout clothes with a purple headband that's totally not her brand, and waves a hand to Dick as if indicating "me".

from his place at the Batcomputer, Bruce smiles when he sees his daughter.

Dick, coos: Awww. That's a cute headband, Cass. Where'd you get it?

Damian, emerges from the changing rooms: It seems to be Brown's.

Cass pretends not to blush when she touches the headband on her head.

Dick: You look adorable, Cass.

Before Dick could tease her even more, Cass does a move that knocks Dick on the floor.

~

Jason enters the dining room. he's the last one to join the rest of the family on the table.

his siblings exchange looks when they see the Star City shirt he's wearing, a shirt that's clearly tight for him.

Jason is minding his own business, stacking pancakes on his plate when Bruce starts the conversation.

Bruce, hides his smile behind the newspaper: Morning, Jaylad. I thought you were arriving later tonight.

Jason, shrugs: Business was cut off short.

Dick, grins from across the table: Just admit it, Little Wing. You miss us.

Jason, groans: It's too early, Dick. Please.

Duke: But not too early to wear a shirt that's clearly not from Gotham, right?

Damian: Must be some lousy business Todd got into.

Tim, snickers: Or an interesting one for Jason as it's clearly a Roy-related business.

Jason: What the fuck are you guys on about?

Cass, who is sitting beside him, tugs at his shirt.

Jason, pretends not to blush and continues to eat: 'nd your o' ucking 'iness

Alfred: Language, Master Jason. And you must not talk with your mouth full.

~

Tim enters the dining room after a long day at work as CEO of Wayne Enterprises. he hopes he isn't too late for family dinner.

Tim, sits down: Sorry, I'm late. It's been a looong day.

his siblings exchange looks when they see Tim wearing a leather jacket, which clearly wasn't part of his suit and tie that he initially wore to the office.

Bruce has to bite his lower lip to refrain from smiling.

Steph, raises her brow: Was there a photoshoot or something?

Tim, who doesn't look up as he starts typing on his phone: Huh...

Damian: You just got here, Drake, but you're already distracted. How childish of you.

Duke, clears his throat beside Tim: Tim, sorry to break it to you, but you're wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't seem to be your style.

Tim, almost drops his phone: Sh- Oh, yes, it's Kon's. He dropped by to the office to report something. Some team stuffs that doesn't concern any of you. I was cold, so he let me borrow.

Steph: We already know Tim secretly wanted the jacket even though he wasn't cold.

Tim tries to aim a pea on Steph's face, but she just catches it with her mouth.

~

Duke, enters the Batcave after morning patrol: Seriously, these rogues are coming out at morning too often these days.

his siblings, who were present at the cave, exchange looks when they see the cap with the letter R on his head.

Bruce pretends to cough to cover his chuckle.

Dick, grins: New getup, Little D?

Tim, smiles from beside Bruce by the Batcomputer: It looks good on you, Duke!

Duke, blushes: Wait, huh- Oh. It's Izzy's. She was nice enough to let me borrow.

Jason, pats Duke's shoulder as he makes his way to his motorcycle: You're one of the people I can say looks good with a cap, D.

Dick, shouts: Wait. Who's the other one, Little Wing? I don't wear a cap!!!

~

Damian enters the vehicle.

the rest of his siblings exchange looks when they see the oversized hoodie their youngest brother is wearing.

Bruce, who is on the driver seat, doesn't even try to hide the smile he has on his face.

Jason: I didn't know that after a sleepover, you get to bring home your host's clothes.

Tim: Oh, shut up, Jay. As if you're any better.

Jason: No one asked you to open your mouth, Replacement.

Dick, cuts the conversation: Aww, you look really adorable with Jon's hoodie, Dami.

Cass, beside him, plants a soft kiss on Damian's cheek.

Damian, curses internally before pulling the sleeves of the hoodie to his wrists: Tt. How did you know this was Jon's?

Duke: Well, it couldn't be Clark's right? It would drown you.

Damian, huffs, definitely not blushing: Whatever. Let's just go.

and the Wayne kids would definitely not return the things they're wearing.

[copinghex]

Sincerely yours, me | T.S

Summary: Tommy receives anonymous gifts and letters. All the signs point to a single conclusion - he has a secret admirer.

The first gift was misinterpreted, as harmless as it could be, a man like Tommy wouldn't simply eat anything sent to him.

Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, Polly waited for Tommy to get home. On the table, a delicate box from a nearby bakery and a letter caught everyone's attention, not only for the gesture but also the date.

If anyone would search for Thomas Shelby in city registers, all they'd find would be his army register, indicating his date of birth was 19th September, months earlier than the true date, a cold Wednesday morning of November. Whoever sent the gift was close enough to the family to not be fooled by the erroneous papers.

That day, Tommy entered the kitchen in quick steps, unconsciously or not, he always worked more on his birthday, not being particularly fond of celebrating.

“Is anything special about the age of thirty?” Polly asked.

“...no,” noticing the suspicious gifts on the table, Tommy reached for the letter, the envelope contained no information other than his own name, “who bought this?”

“No one, it was left on the door this morning,” she turned the box to show him the bakery’s name, “the place isn't cheap, they wouldn't leave it at the door without someone to collect it,”

“So someone ordered and left it at the door,” Tommy concluded.

“What does the letter say?”

The first thing Tommy noticed was the calligraphy, it wasn't neat nor horrendous. He could see the author tried their best to look nice.

Dear Tommy,

Originally, I was excited to write you this letter. Now that I have your cake and shall deliver it tomorrow, it makes me question if this was a good idea.

I believe birthdays are meant to be celebrated with those we have dearly. You seem to think otherwise, nevertheless, I hope you (and your family) enjoy the flavor I picked.

I wish I had bought you a gift as well, I had an eye on a pocket watch from a pawnshop in London, it'd seat nicely with a brown three piece you have, unfortunately my budget is not endless.

I hope you enjoy your birthday and wish you all the happiness, prosperity and good fortune.

Sincerely yours, me.

P.S I've taken notice I mentioned the cake spent a day in my house, if the thought ever crosses your head, do not worry, it cannot have spoiled, I kept it on the ice box all the time ♡

“So?” Polly questioned.

“Take a look at the calligraphy,” he handed her the letter, “does it look familiar?”

“Not at all, I can check in the books, but it's too neat to belong to any of our men, also there's a heart in the end,”

“Alright,” he sighed, “I want you to go to the bakery and ask who ordered it, then ask all the neighbors about the person who left it at the door, anything is useful,”

“Oh, for Christ's sake! I've things to do but to investigate a birthday cake!”

“Polly,” Tommy opened the box, “whoever sent this is watching from close, what do they plan to do with all this information? It can't be good,”

“Alright,” she sighed, “I'll ask, but I bet is nothing more than some of the neighbors’ daughters wearing her heart out for you,”

“Fucking finally,” John suddenly entered the kitchen, “Polly said we'd only eat when you arrived,”

“No one is going to eat,” he looked at the cake, the white topping could be easily deduced as vanilla while the bottom was chocolate.

“What?! What not?”

“We don't know who fucking sent this, it can be poisoned,”

“Or someone wants to send a message,” Polly added.

“Or it's just fucking cake,” John argued, “ugh, forget it,”

As John left, Tommy threw the box in the trash, the light sweet scent rose up to his nose and looking superficially, it seemed like nothing but an innocently sent birthday gift. He wouldn't risk it though, if he was wrong about it, it'd be shameful to die over a piece of cake.

Weeks went by without further information, all the bakery was able to tell was that the person who made the order was a woman, nothing they hadn't already deduced. The dust settled, with no signs of danger or special dates coming by, nothing disturbed Tommy's routine.

The second gift was delivered by Scudboat, at the end of a shift in the betting shop he sneaked his head into Tommy's tiny office with a bulky envelope.

“Tom? I'm going home,” he said.

“See you tomorrow,” Tommy didn't lift his eyes from the papers on the desk.

“Someone left this on my desk today, it's for you,”

His shoulders dropped in a tired move, one more problem was everything he didn't need, “Who did? Did you see?”

“No, we had a full house today, I'm sorry, man,” Scudboat left.

First, a wooden horse fell from the paper. The delicate miniature wasn't bigger than a pocket watch, but the details revealed it was made by talented hands.

Dear Tommy,

Although throwing the whole cake away did offend me, I admit I'm the one at fault for this huge miscalculation, I have no enemies myself and yet, I'd be hesitant to eat something anonymously sent to my door.

Therefore, please accept this horse as a gift instead. It sat dusting up on my shelf for way too long, if you ask me, it resembles Monaghan boy.

Sincerely yours, me.

Tommy placed the miniature in the corner of his desk, it immediately set amongst his other belongings as if it was made to be there.

Slightly crumbling the paper, he fought the urge of ripping it apart, no harm was done and he couldn't find any subtle threats between the lines, but the thought of being observed made him tremble.

The possibility of someone being truly in love with him crossed his mind and was quickly shaken off. Tommy knew he wasn't lovable, at least not anymore, at most it must be infatuation from a stupid woman.

Putting the letter in a drawer, he carried on with his paperwork.

The third gift came three weeks later, when Tommy thought she had given up on him. A worn out bracelet he recognized from an Appleby fair, years ago he bought one for Greta Jurossi and managed to sneak up some more while the seller turned around to get his change. He remembered distributing them amongst her friends.

Those faces were all blurred in Tommy's memory now, shadows from a past that seemed so distant it felt like another life.

The envelope wasn't neat like the previous ones either, delivered by Ada herself, all she offered as explanation was an entertained smile and a “read the letter, Tom”

Relief washed over him learning that Ada was the one collecting information. The worry’s weight left his shoulders and then, the whole scenario felt as laughable as a joke.

Tommy,

It has come to my attention that my letters do you more harm than good. What a shame, I had planned to toy with you a while longer, but seeming it doesn't have the expected effect, I believe there's no option other than revealing myself.

I assure you I never intended harm and Ada was of great help in keeping an eye on you. Please, do not be upset at her, she was manipulated by having me watching Karl whenever needed.

Thomas, you are very dear to me, I've made it clear through the last few months, because of it, I'll be at the Garrison this Friday from 17:00 to 18:00, at the last table in the corner, we've never been complete strangers so you'll recognize me.

All I ask you is to not show up with selfish intentions, to mock me or satisfy your curiosity. I want to be someone close to you, someone you trust and perhaps like. If this possibility exists, come meet me, if your heart is permanently closed, I understand, but please do not come.

Sincerely yours, //////////

Tommy slowly put the letter down, the red scribbles where her name should be evoked sympathy within him. He imagined a simple girl, a silhouette between Greta's friends, switching pen colors and ruining the end of a tidy letter.

Lighting up a cigarette, he rubbed his tense brow, decisions that involved others were always harder and he doubted he'd get used to it someday.

He also couldn't deny curiosity was eating him alive, he needed to know who was sweet enough to look away from the atrocities he committed after France and still love the man he became.

Love, the word sounded so foreign to him he made a decision. He'd go to the encounter, even if he wasn't sure he wanted a relationship, having someone who loved him would be useful.

The week went by fast, around a quarter to five Tommy ordered everyone out of the Garrison, two cups and a whiskey bottle waited with him. He wouldn't define what he felt as excitement, perhaps satisfaction in finally closing that case.

Leaning on the counter, he stared at the doors, a hesitant shadow showed up on the glass panel, the knob moved down and a few seconds passed until she got in.

Her eyes widened seeing the pub empty, a shiver ran down her spine as her eyes met his squinted ones. She gulped, frozen at the entry. Tommy sized her up and his gaze softened, an afternoon tea at the Jurossi’s house years ago, he'd barely noticed her, apparently she had noticed him.

“You came,” she greeted.

“I was curious,”

“Tommy, I asked you to not-”

“Yeah,” he interrupted, “it was brave of you to keep me in the dark for so long,”

“It was barely two months,”

“Could've been much more if so you decided,”

“Why would I? You didn't see to enjoy my… admiration at all,”

Pouring them drinks, Tommy called her to the counter. She shyly smiled as he handed her a glass and made a tiny toast.

“It was clever,” he complimented, “I recruit clever people,”

“So this is business focused?” she looked down, disappointed.

“Amongst other things,” with his glass, he lifted her chin, “I think we can achieve great things together,”

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 9

OBSESSION broken window / "Don't do that!" - "But..."

"This isn't fair," wheezed Yuu.

Malleus didn't respond.

"Hey," they croaked out, pushing themselves onto their elbows. "Answer me."

It seemed deliberate at this point, his refusal to answer. Malleus could so often be hot and cold like that- kidnapping them out of their room one minute, and purposefully ignoring their gaze the next.

Yuu didn't know why he was acting this way, but they'd been around him enough to know his body language was telling them a whole story.

His neck muscles were tense, his shoulders hunched over. Malleus's fingers were flying over his work, his movements jerky yet precise. Yuu couldn't see what it was he was toiling over, but whatever it was, Yuu could bet that it wasn't more important than answering them.

They swung their legs over the bed, but before their socks could even brush the carpet draped over Diasomnia's trademarked flooring, Malleus appeared, and shoved them back onto the bed with the faintest push.

Yuu's blood pressure spiked at his sudden appearance- they always had a suspicion that Malleus did certain things solely for appearances' sake, and that he could move much faster than he actually tended to betray.

They only caught a glimpse, but Yuu could see his face was stony and cold. The corners were tense, like he was holding himself back, and his jaw was clenched. Still, he'd had centuries of practice keeping his emotions under tight lock-and-key.

Much like how he was keeping Yuu now. Was this some sort of instinct for dragons?

He fled before Yuu could get a word in. They huffed, hoping Malleus would hear their complaint and make a comment.

Their childish plot failed. He went back to his work, no indication that anything had ruffled him.

It wasn't fair, but his antics were starting to wear on them. Annoyance was prickling at the back of their neck.

Sometimes, it was hard to remember who was the elder in this relationship.

Yuu stamped it down, biting their lip hard to refocus on the most important thing right now- getting out of this situation.

How had they gotten into it?

Yuu assumed it had to do with the days of class they'd missed. At first, because they were taking a personal day after a string of bad ones, and then because they'd fallen ill.

In their low-power week, Yuu may have neglected to respond to a few of Malleus's messages. They had known they were missing something, the reminder nagging at the back of their brain, but the fog of illness had swept them under, over and over.

To their side, Malleus placed down a small bowl filled with something dubious looking. The substance was creamy, with a visible layer of powder on top that warped the light reflecting off it.

Thankfully, it didn't seem like there was a lot of it, which was good, because it seemed likely Malleus wanted Yuu to ingest it.

They looked up at him.

"Drink this," he said, just as Yuu had feared.

"What is it?" asked Yuu.

"Drink it," he insisted.

"No. Tell me what's in it."

"Please," said Malleus, a trace of haggardness slipping into his voice, the first bit of emotion Yuu had been able to pry from him.

It needled its way into their heart, but they refused to back down. "No. Keeping me in the dark isn't fair. Tell me why I'm here, and tell me what-"

Yuu's grand speech was interrupted by a wheezing cough, and it was only after a few long moments that they were able to catch their breath.

Malleus finally looked something other than paralyzed- his eyes were wide as he stared, looking frightened.

"Tell me what I'm doing here," finished Yuu, much weaker than they had started.

Malleus held the bowl up to their face as he rested his hand on their back.

They weren't giving up. Yuu shot Malleus the most menacing side-eye they could muster, and he finally conceded on one point.

"It's an old herbal remedy from the Briar Valley," he explained. "The concoction is difficult to source, but I have my own stash of herbs."

It was something, and now Yuu had to give something back. They reached forward, closed their eyes, and chugged.

Not too bitter, it had a wretched aftertaste. Yuu smacked their tongue against the roof of their mouth.

"Thank you, I recognize that was unpleasant."

"Less unpleasant than being treated like I'm stupid," insisted Yuu, even as the taste got worse. "Now. What am I doing here?"

Malleus paused, blinking at them slowly in apparent realization.

"I..." he trailed off. "I was overcome with worry at your condition. I realize that now. I apologize- this was an overreaction."

Progress. The blessing of emotional vulnerability.

"I'm glad you realize that," said Yuu, able to relax more now. They lay their sweat-drenched head on the little stack of pillows Malleus had arranged behind them. "I'm gonna text Ace. I hope you didn't scare him."

"I broke his dorm window," admitted Malleus in a breathy tone. "Please tell him to bill me."

Yuu looked at him incredulously, then laughed as they pulled out their phone.

"Why?" they asked with a smile. "You can teleport still, right?"

"I became frightened," he reiterated. "I was not thinking clearly."

"It's just a head cold, I think," said Yuu.

Malleus stood over their bed, wringing his hands. "Every illness a human has can shorten their lifespan," Yuu would have said he mumbled, if princes did that sort of thing.

"Don't believe everything you read. Now, c'mon," they said, patting a small strip of open space on their bed next to them. "Sit with me. And don't to that again."

"But-"

"I mean it. Or I'll sleep alone."

Almost instantly, Malleus had taken the place, and he leaned over them, placing his head on theirs.

Yuu let him, before realizing something.

"This isn't your room. Where are we?"

"Diasomnia's prison tower," said Malleus, cooing into the top of their head.

"We're in what?!"

[niamh-oshea]

"I recommend plenty of rest, eat well and watch out for fatigue."

Those had been her doctor's words the day Niamh was discharged from her 3-day stay at Mount Sinai Hospital back in May. She could still picture the way Dr. McDermott looked at her, having anticipated a stubborn Niamh to protest. It was as stern as Isaac would look whenever he would find her doing too much of anything. He'd echo the doctor's advice, and remind her that as much as neither of them wanted her collapsing out of exhaustion again, more was at stake this time around.

Niamh glanced down at her stomach, running a gentle hand over the soft cotton fabric of Isaac's jumper she was wearing. It was slightly more swollen now that a few months had passed but not nearly as much as she'd hope at 25 weeks. Lost in thought, Niamh hadn't realised that Isaac was gently squeezing her other hand to get her attention.

"Everything okay, my baby?" Isaac asked as soon as she looked up. His green eyes were both curious and concerned during the brief moment when he tore his gaze off the road.

"Hm?" Niamh cocked her head in initial confusion. "Oh!" She exclaimed shortly after, nodding her head. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Just-..."

"Hungry?" He chuckled. "I figured. Hence why I was asking what you wanted for lunch but you looked very preoccupied with your thoughts."

Niamh offered an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, my baby," she affectionately replied, giving their interlaced hands a squeeze. "I was just thinking about our trip and how nice it's been," she mused. "Despite how my hormones has been kicking my ass and driving me crazy." Niamh's cheeks blushed a bright rouge. "But yeah, lunch sounds great," she remembered to reply. "Maybe tacos?"

"We're about to enter Jacksonville, so why don't you look up the best tacos in town?" Isaac suggested, focusing on the drive ahead.

In the beginning of summer, the couple had decided that with doctor's recommendations in mind, a long and easygoing roadtrip would make for a great babymoon. It was perfect since Niamh was on sabbatical from work, and Isaac prioritising spending more time together than booking modeling engagements. Since then, they'd been exploring many places Isaac's parents had taken him to when he was younger. This gave Niamh a chance to see more of the United States, and to bring their baby — albeit still in her belly — to as many places as possible before their move to Scotland in autumn.

As requested, Niamh pulled out her phone from the center console, unlocking it with her fingerprint. She was about to search for the best tacos in Jacksonville when something caught her eye. A widget on her phone showed a brief shot of her inbox and her most recent unread e-mails. There, amongst messages from work and her parents, was a name she was unfamiliar with. But it wasn't this that froze Niamh on the spot. The subject title read: Heyyy, Nutty Niamhy. Guesss whoooo????

And just like that, Niamh felt her heart stop, all thoughts of lunch out the window. Ghosts of terror's past have caught up with her, and the tiny paperclip icon indicating an attachment could only mean one thing: they're back, with a vengeance.

[visionofhope04]

I just got done reading your Neglected!Batsis stories and headcanons, and lemme tell you, love ‘em. But can you do headcanons for her meeting the Justice League and Titans post-reveal and how they all interact. Either a mini-series or headcanons. Thanks for reading, and keep up the good work.

One love, Missnght.

Aww thank you so much!!! I'm glad you love the series! HAPPY HOLIDAYSSSS!!!! Also MERRY CHIRSTMAS!!! It's very early Christmas day where I am right now. TW: Human tr@fficking and mentions of @bus3, swearing

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You were minding your business, walking down the street, when all of a sudden you get snatched into an alleyway. Before you even processed what happened, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and blacked out.

---

You began to regain consciousness but refrained from opening your eyes, struggling to keep your muscles relaxed and breathing even. You wanted to learn anything you could about your surroundings, if you gave them any hint that you were awake, they wouldn't spill any useful information. If there was anything Talia had drilled into you from such a young age, it was the importance of gathering information, or the facts, before acting. It prevented you from making misinformed decisions which could lead to death if you aren't careful.

"She's still out and it's been so long, do you think she's okay?" A high-pitched voice sounded to your left.

"Who knows what they could've done before they brought her in." A lower-pitched voice responded, coming from your right this time.

You blinked your eyes open slowly and pretended you were just waking up. You did a quick check-in with your body and winced once you felt a sharp pain in your skull. The pain got worse and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"You're awake! I thought you were dead for a second." That was the first voice you heard.

"Ugh, yeah but my head is killing me. Do you know where we are?"

"That would be in a small room with no windows and a locked door with several other girls here in various states of distress. Surprisingly still in Jump City. They usually move us quicker." The second voice said.

"I knew wanting to come to Jump City for a possible new place to live was a bad idea." You mumbled. You opened your eyes once the pain dulled. The girl to your left had shoulder-length blonde hair that seemed to be chopped unevenly. She was wearing a skimpy short white dress with spaghetti straps that barely covered her and white flats. Her makeup was smudged and she had a few bruises on her legs and arms. You hoped it wasn't what you thought it was.

The girl to your right was wearing a similar dress to the other girl except it was a deep purple and somehow shorter. She had long black hair which looked so smooth and barely any baby hairs sticking up? You needed to get her hair routine after this. Unlike the other girl, her makeup was intact but didn't seem to match her skin tone well. She did also have bruises, however, indicating it was, in fact, what you thought it was.

"This is a trafficking ring, isn't it."

"Got it in one. How'd you guess?" The second girl -you really needed to get their names- asked.

"Well, it's almost spot on to what movies portray them as. All we're missing are the big scary guys." The door burst open at that exact moment and said big scary guys walked into the room. You couldn't get any luckier. They were all armed with handguns and two stayed back as their boss went to stand in the middle of the room.

"We're going to be moving you out in small groups. Stay with your group and don't try anything."

You got put into a group with the two girls from before and another girl. You were quietly 'escorted' down the hall until the girl you hadn't talked to tried to steal the guy's gun. He shoved her off him and she fell to the floor. He pointed his gun at her head but before he could pull the trigger, you hit his wrist, caught the gun in your other hand then elbowed him. Him being momentarily stunned, you pointed the gun at his head.

"Move and I'll shoot."

"You don't even know how to use a gun! I bet you wouldn't even be able to shoot something point-blank." He exclaimed cockily.

"Wanna test that theory?" You shot him in his right upper bicep.

He screamed and his other hand shot up to clutch at the wound.

"You bitch! You'll pay for that!"

Quicker than you could comprehend, he pulled out a gun from the back of his hip using his good arm and fired at you. Against all of your training, you froze. You heard more than saw the bullet whiz toward you. Bracing yourself, you shut your eyes and forcibly relaxed your muscles. Before the bullet could imbed itself into you, you felt a strong gust of wind and opened your eyes.

"Now, that's no way to treat someone. Clearly, you've never been taught manners. How about I teach you some?" Kid Flash made quick work of the man as you reassessed your surroundings. The girl that tried to steal the man's gun was now off the ground and huddled near the other girls. They immediately rushed to check on me.

"Oh, I'm fine, just a bit frazzled. Don't worry about it."

"'Just a bit frazzled' my ass! You almost got shot!"

"Are you okay ma'am?" Kid Flash asked.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you."

"Okay we've gotta get going, follow me!"

The Titans managed to get all the girls out and arrest all the men. Kid Flash stayed by you as a paramedic checked you over and then came to talk to you once they left.

"Hey." He sat down next to you.

"Hey." You greeted, clutching the shock blanket the paramedic had given you around yourself a little tighter as you looked at the ground.'

"Are you okay?" You picked your gaze up off the ground and stared directly into his eyes.

"Are you seriously asking a former Bat that question?"

"Fair point. But the question still stands."

"Physically, yes, mentally, no."

"After everything that isn't surprising."

"I told you it's not your fault, or your teams, or the Justice League's."

"That doesn't mean we still don't feel bad about it."

You sat there in awkward silence for a minute until Beast Boy came up to you.

"Hey bae how're ya?" You could tell he was trying to flirt.

"You practice that in the mirror often?"

"You know it!"

The rest of the Titans came over and began to apologize for your former family's actions but you cut them off.

"Like I said, you don't have to apologize. None of you were responsible for it. I don't blame you guys. I appreciate you all saving the rest of the girls and I, thank you."

"Just doing our job." Blue Beetle said.

Wally placed a hand on your shoulder. "If you need anything, let us know, okay?"

"Thank you."

---

The Justice League invited you to Oliver Queen's estate for the holidays. You knew it was just to check up on you and see how you were fairing. Ever since the incident with the batfamily, they've been trying to take on parental roles in your life. It was sweet of them but you don't need that anymore.

Some other heroes were there, mostly the younger children of the leaguers. The party went well, with you all sharing funny stories and making the most absurd faces for pictures. Opening gifts was the best part. You got the same pair of socks ten times from ten different people. You weren't even disappointed. You were just kind of concerned about how ten different leaguers knew your size.

You left feeling an unfamiliar fuzzy warm feeling inside your chest and found yourself looking forward to being invited again.

[spacelazarwolf]

That reply completely glossed over op's point that if you're GNC and you want to go to a business meant to aid you in your presentation (an explicitly GNC presentation!) you're more than correct in feeling unsafe. The kind of nb people they're referring to are explicitly non-GNC in their presentation. Every time I go to the barber I feel anxious and worried at what their reaction to me, extremely non-passing trans man, will be. The same goes for a non-passing trans woman (augmented, even)

The most the average nb person who isn't going out of their way to present differently from their agab (which is VALID, btw. Like the op said they don't *owe* anyone androgyny) would have to deal with is misgendering, but for the most part I don't think a nail salon is going to ask for your pronouns when you come in and refuse service if you give the "wrong" ones

yeah i think people were getting very fixated on that example and not really understanding what the point of it was. part of it i think is because the op didn't explain it very well, but also this is tumblr dot com where we piss on the poor daily. the point wasn’t “asking for a trans friendly business if you’re not visibly trans is stupid and bad”, it’s “are you afraid someone isn't going to understand that you're nonbinary and will assume you're cis unless you say something? or are you afraid someone will refuse you service or treat you poorly?"

when i was pre t and looking for places to get my haircut, when i kept it longer and more "feminine", i didn't have a problem finding places to go. i just showed up, said i wanted a trim, and that was it. when i decided i wanted to cut it shorter and get a "men's cut", i had a lot of trouble finding someone who would even do it. over and over i would get hairdressers (all women) who would give me pixie cuts instead of men's cuts. i once spent two hours at the salon repeatedly telling the hairdresser "go shorter" because she literally would not just buzz it and insisted we go little by little in case we went "too short." but they still provided me service. it wasn't until i found my current hairdresser, who is a gay man, that i started getting the cuts i actually wanted. and now that t is making my voice drop and most importantly in this context changing my hairline in a noticeable way, it is imperative that i have a barber who is trans friendly. because people can absolutely react badly to discussions about pronouns, but when there is a physical marker of Gender Difference, that's when i noticed people started getting more aggressive. that's when i started to notice "oh this isn't just really uncomfortable and shitty anymore, this person doesn't want to mock me, this person wants to hurt me." both sucked, but one was significantly more terrifying to experience.

an example that is probably more relevant to the topic and what's currently happening in my life is a conversation i had with a friend of mine who is nonbinary, was assigned female at birth, presents feminine, and has no interest in any aspect of medical transition. love that for them! but trying to talk to them about losing my access to hrt is nearly impossible because they simply do not understand the severity of it. they have compared me losing a job because my coworkers found out i was trans, and being unable to do anything about it because my state is an at-will state, to their coworker misgendering them their first day at work when they were not wearing their usual pronoun pin.

does getting misgendered at work suck? yeah. does it suck to have to wear a pin with pronouns on it just to get people to use the correct ones? yeah. is this indicative of a larger societal problem with cis normativity and the gender binary? absolutely. but the sting of being misgendered in the moment and having to correct someone (who from then on used the correct pronouns) is absolutely not the same as losing your health insurance and only source of income and housing all within the span of two months.

the problem isn't that You Must Be This Oppressed To Talk, the problem is that interrupting a conversation about the government legislating your right to exist to center a moment of personal discomfort is an asshole thing to do.

[spectrechosts]

Date Night

This is one of my longer series, and is mostly porn without plot about a human girl being a subby blood donor to a vampire lesbian couple. It's not like, *devoid* of story, but a decent chunk of chapters are just fucking.

Full Series

Willow giggled as her two dates fawned over her.

She had been the center of attention all night, even though they were an actual couple and she was just some dork who replied to a personal ad she saw on the local occult forum.

FF4F - Vampires Seeking Human for Netflix and Chills

Vampire couple want to take you on a romantic night out before heading back to our place for… drinks ;)

$1000 + Any medical costs incurred, and we'll pay for your dinner as well!

The money was definitely nice, she couldn't deny it. $1000 was more than she would make in a week working, and it was certainly more than the going rate for selling blood. And this restaurant was fancy, she would never go someplace like this. She didn't even have clothes nice enough for a place like this, and she had told the vampires that, and they told her that they had already picked something for her to wear.

Which really tied in nicely to the actual reason she had answered the ad: She really fucking wanted to get dominated by a vampire. Two vampires was an insane act of decadence. And they were paying her to do it. It was a dream come true.

It felt a little embarrassing how much she wanted it, honestly. She barely knew these girls and she was more than ready to do anything they asked, they could drain her dry in the middle of the restaurant and she would thank them to her last breath.

She was feeling incredibly gay, to put it mildly.

For their part, Alice and Senna seemed extremely into her as well. If they were only playing along for her sake, she couldn't tell. And whether they were into her romantically or into her the way that a pair of wolves is into a deer they had cornered, that was…

Well, it didn't matter. She was having a nice night regardless.

A very nice night, if Alice's hand on her thigh was any indication.

"I think," Alice husked in her ear, fingers drifting teasingly close to the hem of her dress, "That we should take this back to our place. Don't you?"

"Don't be pushy. We promised her a romantic night out, and that's what she'll get." Said Senna, coolly.

"I can't help myself! She looks so cute in that dress, I just want to eat her up." Alice said, flashing a fanged smile as if the double meaning wasn't obvious.

"Alice. You're acting like a horny teenager, let the girl finish her meal."

"Fiiine. Sorry, Willow."

"It's cool." Squeaked Willow, who was getting wet just from knowing they wanted to bite her. "C-Can I ask though, what's so exciting about this for you two? I mean, I'm nothing special, and you can just buy blood-"

"Ugh." Alice said, rolling her eyes.

"You are special, first of all." Senna said, placing a finger to Willow's lips to silence her protestations. "Second, drinking blood out of a bag just isn't the same."

"Mhm. It's like eating gruel. Back when we started living openly among your kind, they even had us drinking pig's blood. Disgusting."

"So we want to feed properly, but it's hard to find people that suit our tastes. Right blood type, in good health, local, willing, cute, shares our interests…"

"I haven't gotten to really sink my teeth into anybody since the nineties." Alice whined. "It's awful."

"I-It sounds like you're looking for more than just a meal?" Said Willow, hopefully.

Senna smiled coyly. "Maybe. No reason to go through all this searching every time if we can find someone interested in a more… long-term engagement. But let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"I could do this again!" Willow offered. "A-Anytime you want!"

Alice and Senna shared a look.

"We haven't even gotten to your end of the bargain, sweetheart." Alice chided.

"We could, uh-" Willow swallowed hard. "Get to it now. I-If you want."

"Only if it's what you want, cutie. This is your night." Senna said.

Alice grumbled, pulling Willow closer to her.

"Stop trying to talk her out of it, Sen. I'm hungry."

Willow felt very much like a prey animal in that moment, in the clutches of a beast that wanted nothing more than to tear open her throat and devour her.

"I-It's fine, really, it's why I'm here. The date is just a bonus." Willow said, and Alice relaxed a tiny bit, still holding her firmly but no longer digging her nails in like she was afraid someone might steal her away.

"See? She's some kinda blood pervert, it's cool." She said, and Willow groaned because she wasn't not some kind of blood pervert, but who just says that in public?

"Okay, but if you change your mind tell us. We won't get mad." Senna insisted.

"Really, I'm not going to."

"That's what the last girl said. Just keep it in mind."

"Oh man, that was funny." Alice said, as they paid and exited the restaurant. "She was like you, total vamp fetishist (I-I'm not-), and then she sees her own blood and freaks the fuck out, thinks she's gonna die. She threw a lamp at me and fainted in the hallway. Super apologetic the next day, but did not get a second date."

~

Alice had barely shepherded her into their apartment before she was nipping at her neck eagerly, not hard enough to draw blood yet, but enough to show her intent.

"You know," Senna said, "while 'netflix and chill' is a euphemism for fucking you're still supposed to at least pretend the pretense for taking them home was real."

"Don't wanna. Hungry."

"Ugh. Centuries to learn manners and you're still such a boor."

"I'm taking care of our guest." She said, and trailed kisses up to Willow's ear. "Tell us Willow," She purred, eyes locked on Senna still. "Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you want Senna to come help me make you feel good?"

Alice's hands were really wandering now, and making her stop was the furthest thing from Willow's mind. "P-Please, Senna…" She said, her face flushed and hot under her gaze.

"Oh, poor thing, we'll take care of you." Senna cooed, running her thumb over her cheek. "Alice you know I can't resist when you make them beg."

"I know, so just cut loose and enjoy her already. You deserve it."

Was it weird that Willow was getting turned on by them talking past her like this?

Weird or not, she was going to add more fuel to the fire.

"Please bite me, Senna, I need it." She begged, and Alice rewarded her by slipping her fingers past the band of her panties to idly stroke her clit. She whimpered and exposed her neck to the other girl.

Senna looked like she was in a trance, her pupils dilated and her fangs exposed. She leaned in and-

Blinked, shook her head.

"Wait- I know how I want her. Give me a second to get ready." She stammered, and disappeared down a hall. Willow whined, so close to what she wanted only to have it torn away at the last second.

"Relax, pet. She'll make it worth your while." Alice said, still lazily circling her clit.

"W-Will you bite me? Please?" Willow said, desperate.

"Hmmm. I want to. You know there's really nothing else like it- The warmth, the taste of fresh blood, rhythmically spurting into your mouth with your prey's heartbeat, feeling them squirm in your grasp, their life in your hands. It's intoxicating."

Willow shuddered and squeezed her thighs together.

"Buuuut, it'd be impolite for me to steal the first taste. Wouldn't it pet? Let's go see what she has planned for you."

Alice withdrew her hands and guided Willow into the room Senna had retreated into. Senna sat, naked, on the edge of their bed, applying lube to a strapon.

"Oh good, I was just about to call for you. Strip." Senna ordered.

Willow fumbled with the zipper on her back before Alice got it, yanking her dress down and opening the clasp of her bra for her. "T-Thanks" She stuttered, clumsily removing her underwear.

"My pleasure." Alice hummed, unabashedly eyefucking her.

"Come here. Now." Senna continued, her eyes a black void that Willow sank into, her legs carrying her with no input from her mind. Her head emptied, thoughts replaced with a fuzzy haze and-

"Hey! You said no hypnotizing people." Alice complained.

"Got carried away. You forgive me, don't you Willow?"

Willow snapped out of it in Senna's lap, the cool silicone of the strapon brushing against her lips.

"You don't have to hypnotize me, I'll do anything you ask." She said, grinding against its shaft.

"Well fuck, isn't she just perfect?" Alice said, embracing her from behind. "Our debauched little vampire thrall."

"Please, I-I need-"

"I know pet. Raise those hips up for me."

Willow raised up on her knees, and Senna aligned the tip of the strapon with her entrance. She made her wait for it, and Alice got to work kissing her neck and playing with her clit in the meantime. Willow whimpered, needy and sensitive.

"Good girl. Now down. Nice and slow, I want to savor every expression on your pretty face as I fill you up."

Willow sank onto the toy, her movements jerky and unsteady. She ached for more stimulation, but disobeying was unthinkable. It took all her willpower to keep a slow pace, feeling every inch of the strapon slip inside her.

"So pretty…" Senna murmured.

"Doing so well for us…" Added Alice.

A moan escaped Willow's lips as she finally reached the base of the toy and Senna rolled her hips to push the last little bit inside.

"Gooood girl." She cooed. "Do you want more?"

"Yeesssss"

"And what are you going to do to make us give it to you?"

"Please bite me, pleasepleaseplease-" Willow babbled.

Alice's fangs were already grazing her neck, and Senna took one of her hands and put her teeth to her wrist. She bit down first, and Willow inhaled sharply at the sting of her fangs. She withdrew them and placed her lips on the wound, suckling on it as blood pumped into her mouth.

Senna started thrusting in and out of Willow while she drank, and the conflicting sensations overwhelmed her. Pain throbbed in her wrist with every gulp that Senna took, and quiet moans escaped her lips every time she snapped her hips upwards. Senna kept her eyes locked on her through it all, and Willow watched them change as the bloodlust took over; looking at her hungrily, possessively. The polite vampire from earlier was gone, she was at the mercy of a monster now. Her fingers dug into her hip as she fucked her harder, faster-

And then Alice bit her.

If Senna's bite was painful, Alice's was agonizing. She bit down hard and didn't let go, leaving her fangs embedded in her neck and letting blood spurt out around them. Willow squealed, tormented by every miniscule movement that Alice made sending another jolt of pain shooting through her. She drank messily, blood overflowing past her lips as Willow's pounding heartbeat forced more and more out of her.

"-fucking wasting it when she tastes so good-" Senna growled, detaching from her wrist and applying pressure to the wound as she sat up to lick at the blood trailing down Willow's chest.

"-can't help it, you know jugular is messy-" Alice said, briefly unlatching before biting her again at the nape of her neck, and then again on her shoulder. She wasn't even aiming for a vein, she was just biting for the sake of sinking her teeth into warm meat while she could.

Willow couldn't focus on their bickering, she felt lightheaded, all the intense feelings bubbling to a hot point inside her. Alice wrapped an arm around her throat to cover her gushing wound, warm blood oozing between her fingers. She nibbled at her ear, whispering to her.

"Look at how nice Senna is treating you, drinking up all that blood you spilled."

Alice's voice sent shivers down her spine, and she looked down and watched Senna lick a rivulet of blood off of her nipple, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak before biting her gently, making her whimper.

"I think you should do something nice for her, don't you?"

Willow nodded, unable to speak. Her heart was racing, her breath came in shallow gasps, she could barely think.

"I think," Alice purred, "That she wants you to cum around her cock. Can you do that for her pet?"

That drew a shaky moan from Willow, and she wrapped her arms around Senna's head, grasping for something to keep her steady as she went weak in the knees.

"Be a good girl now. Cum for her, cum for us."

Willow squeaked as she went rigid, the pressure inside her releasing as she shuddered and came all over Senna's strap. Both of the vampires cooed praise as she rode out the intense orgasm, shaking and gasping as they held her.

Her head was fuzzy as she came down, her heart was still racing, her breathing even shallower, she felt-

"Dizzy, f-feel weird, I-I…"

Senna's eyes cleared in an instant and filled with concern.

"Oh shit, hold onto her she's gonna-"

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Willow awoke tucked into the bed, her bites neatly dressed with gauze. She sat up, confused-

"Hey. Don't get up too fast. How do you feel?" Senna said, gently pushing her back down. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, and saw Alice sleeping beside her, blindly grasping for her after being disturbed by her sudden movement.

"Um. Kinda woozy? I don't- I don't remember what-"

"You passed out, cutie. Our fault, we got carried away and drank too much."

"Oh." Willow said, embarrassed. "S-Sorry."

"Don't be, pet. You were amazing."

"O-Oh. Thanks." She felt… weirdly proud of being a good meal. "What, um, what time is it?"

"Ten-ish."

"Fuck, I have work-" She said, and started to get up again.

"Nuh-uh. Call in sick, you need to rest."

"I-I can't-"

"I wasn't asking." Senna said, fishing around in her purse for a wad of bills that she counted out and handed to Willow. "Here. What we agreed, plus extra to make up for you missing work."

Willow's eyes went wide, this was 2,500 fucking dollars.

"I-I can't take this-"

"You can and you will, pretty thing. Now call in sick so we can all go to bed, okay?" Senna said, cupping her cheek tenderly.

God, she really didn't need to hypnotize her to make her do anything she asked.

"U-Um, yeah, okay."

"Good girl." Senna said, and gave her a kiss.

[aladaylessecondblog]

"Shoulder Angel"

Why me?

Sadara thought it as she watched the door open, and Dagoth Ur step through it and onto the tile floor. Once more he was given a towel, and she was able to question the situation. The only change was the deep red robe he was wearing, that had some fancy embroidery about the hem, and the same belt he'd worn before.

Just...why?

Well - she knew why this was happening, he thought she was somebody else, some Nerevar guy reincarnated. And Vivec apparently thought so too, if his bribe was any indication. It was all this Nerevar's fault in the first place, but in the second it was hers, for taking Vivec's money and indulging whatever in Oblivion THIS was.

Pffff...Vivec knows what he likes and knows how to use it. It's not my fault if it works.

Sadara gulped slightly.

Please tell me you're not Nerevar, she thought, And if you are please leave me alone, I don't need more people telling me what to do.

And so what if I am? Huh?

Sadara gave a sigh, and approached Dagoth Ur's table.

He crossed his legs. I hope you noticed.

She ignored Nerevar's input, brought up her notepad, and tried to speak in her best Customer Service voice, "And what will it be?"

There was a pause, and a feeling in the back of her mind like a dog bouncing on its feet in anticipation of a bone.

"Coffee to warm me up, for one." Dagoth Ur's voice was a bit slower, more deliberate. He shifted slightly in his seat, and the eyes of the mask were turned up to her own. "And a plain kwama egg omelette."

"Coming right up. Jiub?" Sadara looked over her shoulder, "Y'get that?"

"Yeah, I got it, won't take long." Jiub took a long inhale from his cigarette, and got to work.

Sadara moved to get the coffee, thankful to get away from that mask and the empty stare it was giving her. Even with her back turned she could feel that stony gaze. But, she told herself, there was nothing to be afraid of. If she was Nerevar reborn (and that was a BIG if, she put zero stock in prophecy nonsense like that), then the man wouldn't harm her. He liked Nerevar too well for that...

He DID care for me?

...so there was nothing to worry about, so long as he didn't make things strange.

"I didn't see any buoyant armigers on my way here," Dagoth Ur said suddenly, "And it makes me wonder why. They usually prefer this place to the imperial pancake restaurant on the other side of the Ghostfence."

"Well..." Sadara, who still hadn't forgotten getting that hand in the mail, said, "Well, after the last time, I can't imagine they're enthusiastic about...patronizing this place."

"The last time? What happened, hmm?"

He already knows what happened, the minx! I can practically hear the smile!

Shut up, Nerevar. Not that that's who you are.

Who the oblivion ELSE would I be? Do you hear voices often?

"Well," Sadara started, "Ah, one of them slapped me, you see..."

"And?"

Jiub finished the eggs and Sadara brought them over.

"And I got...a hand in the mail later. It was frightening," she said, "I mean--it must have been from one of them, maybe even the same one to do it. But...I was worried it was a threat."

"A threat? Why would you think--"

Well that confirms THAT!

Nerevar echoed Dagoth Ur's words, questioning why she would think it was a threat.

Why, I'd have loved getting a body part from my enemies! Tells me that they've been taken care of!

"Generally when body parts come in the mail, one takes it as a threat...regardless of how it was labeled."

A pause. She couldn't see his face, but his suddenly tense posture gave off every indication of surprise.

"I'm sure it wasn't meant that way," he said a moment later. Then, after another pause, and a slight tilt back of his mask so he could eat, he set to eating.

Sadara was relieved. Nerevar was anything but.

What are you doing? Say something to him! Tell him you appreciated the gesture!

I DIDN'T appreciate it! Sadara thought back, I don't know how they did shit back in the First Era but that's not how things work now!

Say something nice. Anything. You've hurt his feelings...

His feelings aren't my responsibility!

Look, be nice and you'll get good tips. Keep him happy and you'll get something out of it. Is that enough incentive?

Nerevar was somewhere between furious and desperate, and Sadara honest-to-gods could not have said which of them better suited his tone. The dog metaphor was ever more appropriate - it was as if he were scratching at a door, begging to get through.

Fine, she thought, Fine, I will.

She looked back to Dagoth Ur.

"Should I be worried about retribution from the buoyant armigers?" she asked, on noting he was done with his eggs. "I assume the gesture was meant to threaten them, now I'm...aware of what it wasn't supposed to do."

"I can ensure nothing happens," he replied easily, "If it's a concern."

"I'm able to defend myself against one or two of them, but several..." She took the plate, and on noting his empty cup took it to give him a refill. "Well. I suppose in that case I would need help. But I've always had Jiub around for that."

"The cook?"

The mask looked in Jiub's direction.

"We're not fucking if that's what you're thinking," Jiub called back, "I like about five things in life and fucking's not one of them. We just watch each other's back."

"JIUB!" Sadara snapped.

"What? We're not."

Now she WAS sorry, and she turned around to say as much. She was still half afraid of being the object of Dagoth Ur's anger. But on looking back at him saw the faintest line of a smile from what she could see of his lower face.

The bell above the door rang. In walked a couple ordinators, followed shortly by a somewhat stooped older lady Sadara didn't get a good view of, occupied with the coffee pot as she was. The cup was soon filled, and then pressed back into Dagoth Ur's hands, allowing the barest hint of skin contact as her fingers brushed absently against his.

Gods, it's been AGES...

Not NOW, Nerevar!

Isn't he wonderful? Nerevar questioned her.

In a semi-adorable wet cat kind of a way, maybe.

You are probably the first person to touch him that wasn't trying to kill him in literal centuries. I'd be like that too, if I still had a body! Well. I mean I felt it through YOU, but...it's just not the same.

Sadara moved away from the table quickly, and down to that of the older lady's. Only once she was up close did she realize who the woman was.

"Queen Mother Barenziah," she said, giving a bow and praying her tone was polite enough, "I trust your journey was...ah...not too irksome. Travel behind the Ghostfence is unpleasant at the best of times."

"Yes, well, we all make do...I can't imagine why anyone would want to live back here, unless they're a masochist, or don't have much of a choice in the matter."

"To what do we owe the honor of the visit?"

"Because the Waffle House in Mournhold is full of people who wouldn't know good food if it was spit in their face. I've not seen a good once since I left Riften and I'm hoping this one will be different."

"There's an IHOP--"

A scoff.

"--but we're pleased to have you here. Now what would you like to eat?"

Barenziah had rather a large order, considering her two guards - three All-Star specials; six capped, topped, and diced hashbrowns; three waffles; and four sides of ham.

"That'll take a little while," Sadara said, "I hope the wait won't irk you."

"I've got nothing but time, child." The woman smiled, briefly, and then asked for coffee for all three of her party.

The rain went on outside. Inside, the atmosphere was almost peaceful--certainly it was quieter than its usual. Sadara retrieved the coffee, and brought the three cups on a tray.

"I forgot to ask if you wanted anything with it, but there's a few packs of cream and sugar, and we have a few flavored syrups if you--"

"We prefer it black anyway," said both the ordinators at once.

"As do I. It makes things much easier, that," Barenziah said. She glanced over Sadara's shoulder. "But it looks as though you might be having trouble. Isn't that Dagoth Ur?"

"Yes, but he's...he's rather quiet. In a way," Sadara replied, and noting the presence of the ordinators once again, carefully adjusted her words, "He may be under the impression that I'm someone important to him."

One of the ordinators lifted his head. "Nerevarine?"

Instantly Sadara tensed.

"No, no, I want none of that here," Barenziah scolded her guard, "Really, does this woman look like she's about to claim she's that old Chimeri warlord? No? I thought so. Sit down, I want to have a nice breakfast, not spill blood on coffee."

Old warlord? I WAS KING--

Sadara ignored Nerevar's outburst, and nodded along as she listened, then said, "He's somewhat of a...regular, in a way. Seems to be interested in me, though I can't..."

"And what about you?" the question was asked almost in a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you think of HIM?"

"Well--he's obsessive, and pushy, but has the aura of a sad little man, and that's...honestly not as threatening as I've been told. He's almost adora--"

Barenziah reached up suddenly, and grabbed Sadara by the collar, yanking her down slowly to whisper, "Don't do it."

"Don't--do what?"

"Do not. Do it. Do not get friendly with the egomaniac who thinks he's a god. I'm warning you - that story doesn't end any way but with you figuring out you're less important than the gods-forsaken cause. It's not worth it. Whatever you're thinking about him - the posture, the glory, the body, just remember what I tell you."

"My queen, really, this isn't necessary," Sadara whispered back, "I think the worst he's done is make me laugh."

"You think that's harmless, eh? Just you wait. You laugh, and laugh, and then all your clothes fall off. Look at me, child. Look. At. Me."

Sadara, not having much of a choice, looked.

"Repeat after me. I will not let crazy put its cock in me."

"I will not let crazy put its cock in me," Sadara repeated, "It's never going to happen, alright? He does weird shit. It'd never work."

The fuck it won't! We'll find a way!

NOT NOW, NEREVAR!

The squeak of the bathroom door sounded off, and she was let go.

Dagoth Ur left after settling his bill and giving quite a good tip - and that same slight smile she'd seen earlier, when he finished the last of his coffee.

[cooliofango]

Could you do hcs for Pharah, Kiriko, and brigette where they walk in on their fem s/o and see their sh scars. Fresh or old or both whatever your more comfortable I know it’s a sensitive topic. And if you’re uncomfortable with writing nw!!! Have a good day :)))

Scars Headcanons

Pharah, Kiriko, Brigitte x F!Reader (Separately)

[TW: SH scars, although for these headcanons, they'll be old]

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I personally do not mind writing it in the sense that its vague enough to not make people uncomfortable! ^^' I personally haven't done anything like that to myself but I've had many friends and family that had so I sorta know the worry and pain seeing a loved one going through such a thing. I apologize if its portrayed poorly, but I shall do my best. I'd like to add that it most likely doesn't (and may not at all) have many specific wording that indicates that the reader is female unless I put in any specific action that takes note of the reader being a female, so these most likely will turn out to be more so GN but I will try to fit in some things for ya! Another apology I'd like to say is sorry for the long wait ^^!

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Pharah

She first saw them on you after you both had been training together for a few hours that day.

You were both resting, trying to cool off quicker by loosing a few layers of armor and extra clothing.

This, in turn, left you with your sleeves rolled up just barely enough to spot them under the cloth and close to where your elbow bends.

Pharah was silent at first, surprised by the sight.

You didn't even realize she had seen them at first until you looked to her to speak and noticed her looking at your arm.

At first, embarrassment crept up the nape of your neck and dyed your cheeks a soft red hue as you attempted to pull your sleeves back down.

Her hand has stopped you before you could, though.

It made your nervousness spike.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up at her to see her softened eyes looking back at you.

"You don't need to be embarrassed."

Pharah spoke, though she didn't seem entirely sure how to appropriately respond to this.

As far as she knew, throughout your many years of knowing each other thanks to Overwatch and many other factors, there hadn't been any signs of you being in a dark place-- so much so that you had thought hurting yourself would do you any good.

Then again, the concept of it happening to someone in general wasn't foreign to her.

She knew how it can be rather silent at times, which applied in this case.

What relieved her was that none seemed fresh, meaning that you were either out of that dark place entirely, or are out enough to not hurt yourself.

Pharah did her best to relieve any awkwardness that may have arisen from this reveal.

There was a noticeable change of attitude from her, though.

Not in a bad way-- the exact opposite, actually.

She showed more care for you and was at your side a bit more than she used to be, even if she felt out of place wherever you two were.

As long as she could be there to help whenever you needed her to, then she'll make sure to be at your call as soon as she possibly could.

Kiriko

As a medic in her little group, seeing scars of any kind was not new to her whatsoever.

Because of this, it wasn't hard to spot the scars nor tell what kind they were.

By then, you were living together as roommates, paying rent together while you worked your little at home office job in your room and Kiriko goes out to protect the city from the corrupt Hashimoto Clan.

It was laundry day, so until the clothes were clean, you were stuck wearing a short sleeved shirt instead of the usual long sleeved ones you typically wore.

You didn't think too much on it due to Kiriko being out at the moment.

She was supposed to be out for a while-- or so you thought.

You were preparing to make yourself lunch when the door to your apartment swung open to reveal your smiling roommate with a box of donuts in hand, a treat you both love to share regularly.

You knew it was too late before you even thought to hide your hands behind your back, although you did so anyway for any off chance that she didn't actually see them.

Kiriko's faltering expression only aided in telling you that she had already saw them.

However, she still kept her smile.

It was just softer than it was before.

"I brought doughnuts home! I got extra of your favorite too!"

She didn't openly acknowledge the scars-- not because she didn't care, but because she didn't want you to be uncomfortable or feel the need to be anxious around her.

They seemed to be old, anyways, so they weren't something she felt the need to worry too much over.

The normalcy helped you to ease your nerves as well and seeing you visibly relax helped her to regain her energy as she began the daily routine of telling you about her day over sweets.

Brigitte

The both of you were just hanging out that afternoon.

Brigitte was fixing her shield in the shop and you sat to the side, passing her tools that she needed every now and then upon request.

You had went to pass her one when the tool slipped from your grasp, clattering to the ground loudly.

The both of you jumped at the sound, though Brigitte laughed a little at your clumsiness.

“Sorry, sorry!” You laughed along with her at first, sliding off your seat to bend down and pick it up.

Brigitte almost gasped, though her worry showed through clear as day as she spoke.

“(Y/N)-- what happened to your shoulder?”

She honestly didn’t recognize them as scars left there by your own hand. The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you had a healed wound that she doesn’t ever remember healing for you-- something she’s typically tasked with doing when your team goes out on a mission for Overwatch.

You quickly sat up with the tool in one hand and the other pulling down the sleeve.

Meanwhile, she had approached you with worry in her eyes, the half fixed shield forgotten about for the time being.

She gently grabbed your arm, looking you in the eyes.

“May I see? Please..?”

Her gloved grip was gentle, almost ghosting over your skin as she spoke.

The gentleness warmed your heart, your bottom lip lightly being caught under your teeth as you thought about it.

Though hesitant, you agreed and released your sleeve.

It was then she realized what kind of scars they were, sliding her thumb under the fabric to lift it up and get a better view of the scars.

A slight saddened look pulled to her features at the sight, her thumb slowly dragging over the markings.

Brigitte carefully tugged the sleeve back down and turned her attention to you, your eyes meeting from you keeping your gaze on her and only her.

You could hear your heart beat in your ears as anticipation washed over you.

The sound dulled out, however, when she gave a soft smile.

“Im glad that you’re okay now..”

She muttered softly to you, moving her hand down to hold yours for a moment instead.

She vows to always be a shoulder to lean on for you whenever you need it, which comforts you greatly, even if it’s not as needed now as it was before now that you had gotten passed that point in your life.

Returning to work-- or more so just casually helping her while she does her own thing-- was easy for you as you passed her the tool you continue to hold.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 13: Opposite Universe

~In the Man Cave~

The weather that night in Swellview was dreadful, to say the least. There was a freak thunderstorm blowing over the city and everyone was on edge because of its intensity, especially Schwoz and (y/n). They were both worried that the rogue electricity in the air would circuit the equipment and technology in the Man Cave, so they were carefully monitoring everything. The tubes were the main problem; their delicate circuitry was particularly sensitive to lightning and it made them go haywire.

"Hey, are Charlotte and Henry back? Did they get the Hawkins tickets from Henry's awful sister?" Ray asked his friends as he jogged down from the sprocket, feeling anxious at how long the kids were taking in the terrible weather. Piper had recently won some concert tickets in a contest and all her friends were eager to get one. 'the band was pretty cool.

"First of all, Piper isn't awful. Prickly, yes, awful, no. And secondly, they're trying to come down but this freaky storm is making the tubes all weird." (y/n) told him as Schwoz fiddled with the tube controls. They'd been trying to get them to work for over ten minutes, and they still had no luck.

"Maybe press that button," Ray suggested to Schwoz, making the genius slap his hand away before he could make a mess of the programming. 

"I know!" He said and pressed the indicated button and finally, both tubes came down with Henry and Charlotte inside them. Only something wasn't right; the tubes were glowing and spitting with some kind of energy and the control panel was indicating that something was interfering with the tubes.

"What the hell's happening?" (y/n) asked in concern, but before anyone could do anything, the tubes went back up, lifting the kids out of the main room again. The storm raged on outside and little did anyone know, things were about to get weird.

~The opposite universe~

Henry and Charlotte landed again in the Man Cave, only things weren't the same. It felt familiar but also completely different like the essence was there but the soul and nature of the place had been altered. For starters, the whole place was flipped, so everything that should've been on the left side of the room was now on the right and vice versa. And that wasn't the only freaky thing.

In front of them stood Ray and Schwoz, but not the Ray and Schwoz they both knew and loved. They had beards and funny clothes and they seemed darker, more sinister...like the complete opposite of themselves.

"Man, that was a rough ride down the tubes..." Henry trailed off when he saw how everything had changed, especially the two adults, who were giving him evil stares. Not to mention their clothes, they were darker, stranger and definitely not what they were wearing before. 

They looked for help from Ray and Schwoz, but they only confused them further by doing some weird salute. They hit their foreheads, the heel of their shoe, and finally, stuck their fists out at a ninety-degree angle. What was going on?

Deciding that it would be best to follow along, the teens copied their greeting, clumsily repeating what they had just seen. It seemed to satisfy the new adults and they slowly lowered their arms.

"Now, Schwoz, I wanna know why it took you so long to bring Henry and Charlotte back down the tubes." Dark Ray asked his fearing handyman, his voice low and joyless.

"It was this crazy storm outside, it's effecting—" Dark Schwoz tried to give his boss his honest excuse, but this Ray was mean and unforgiving, there were no exceptions.

"No excuses." The large man hissed, making Schwoz gulp in fear.

"I promise it wasn't my fault, ugh!" He begged, but was taken by surprise when Ray grabbed him by his beard and yanked him closer to his angry face.

"Carelessness with the equipment will not be tolerated." He growled, causing the little guy's face to pale.

"Please, tolerate it, please!" His pleading fell on deaf ears, this Ray didn't allow insubordination or random acts of kindness so easily.

"Okay, what is going on?" Charlotte whispered to Henry as she pulled him to one side. 

"I think Ray's mad at Schwoz," Henry replied quietly as the two observed the arguing pair, frowning when they saw how harsh Ray was being.

"I know that! I mean, why's this place so different and them and our clothes? And where's (y/n)?" Charlotte asked, noting all of the differences that she could spot, the biggest one being that the young woman's cheery welcoming presence was prominently absent from this Man Cave.

"Okay, just don't say anything until we can get alone and talk," Henry told her, wanting to assess the situation first before they blabbed their mouths and landed themselves in bother.

"No, no, no, no..." Schwoz begged his boss once he had learnt his punishment.

"Give me your nostrilator," Ray instructed him in a dark voice, his begging having no effect on his stone-cold heart.

"Can't I just get a warning?" The genius tried to wiggle out of the trouble he had landed himself in, but it was no use.

"The nostrilator!" Evil Ray yelled at him, so he reluctantly handed the two-pronged weapon over, fearing the pain he was about to receive. 

"No..." Schwoz gulped as the large man illuminated the device and squealed when he shoved it up his nose. Charlotte looked away in horror and Henry was nearly sick as he watched his boss torture the poor little man, Schwoz yelling in agony as he felt like his brain was melting. 

Ray finally released him after a few more seconds and the kids looked on as a fried Schwoz fell to the floor, twitching and quivering from the trauma. This new Ray seemed to enjoy the fact that he had just inflicted pain onto another person so cruelly and he looked at his helpers for their opinions.

"What do you think of that?" He asked them in a crazed, husky voice.

"G—g—good one." Henry stuttered as he recovered from the shock, as did Schwoz, who continued to quiver when Ray chucked the nostrilator down next to him since the punishment was over. 

"Now, the tickets, did your sister agree to give your four tickets to the Hawkins concert?" Ray asked them in his low, villain voice.

"Uh, no, no. She's still refusing to give us any." Henry answered honestly as Piper hadn't given them any, but it struck a chord with the kids when Ray said four. They had asked for five since it was them, Ray, Schwoz and (y/n) going together, so why was she missing from his count?

"Then I guess we'll have to go with plan B." Ray chuckled manically, which then turned into a full-on evil villain laugh, so the kids nervously laughed along too. They didn't want to get on the wrong side of this guy, he was crazy.

"Everything all right with you two? It was a rough trip down the tubes." Ray asked them slowly, a minuscule shred of his original kindness poking through the bars of the cage he had put on his heart. His life had been dark ever since that fateful day, the day when Ray Manchester turned from a path of good and walked down one of evil instead. 

"Uhhh..." Charlotte struggled to find something to say, so it was up to Henry to say something believable.

"Uh, no. We—we—we got a real bad headache." The boy lied, trying to think of anything that would let them go upstairs.

"Yeah, we need to go upstairs to Junk-N-Stuff." Charlotte joined in, wanting to supplement the lie. 

"We need to get some headache medication." Henry gulped, hoping Ray would take the bait. Charlotte even clutched for forehead and moaned in pain to convince him. 

"All right, but don't even think about touching her first aid kit." The man said in a low, ominous tone and the kids didn't even want to question why Ray wouldn't let them rifle through (y/n)'s med-kit for some paracetamol. This place was getting weird and more mysterious by the second.

"Let's go," Henry said, pushing Charlotte into the elevator so they could find some time to discuss everything. 

"Ray, can you please hand me my glass of water?" Schwoz asked weakly from his place lying on the floor, so Ray went and got it and held it in front of his face. The poor guy reached out for the glass and it had barely grazed against his fingertips when Ray brought it to his own lips and drank it all himself. Ray gasped in satisfaction once he had finished the water, smirking at how Schwoz was groaning for help. He just didn't have in his heart to be kind anymore.

~Upstairs~

"Oh my god, look!" Charlotte gasped to Henry, both of them looking around the evil version of Junk-N-Stuff. It was seriously creepy, with a large clown doll and rattlesnake record player.

"Even Junk-N-Stuff is all different," Charlotte said a little too loudly for Henry's liking.

"Shhhhhh!" He tried to quieten her as he feared that someone would be listening to them and would realise that they weren't in the right place.

"I wanna know what's going on and I wanna know right now!" The teen girl snapped, causing Henry to drag her over the counter so they could talk quietly.

"You just yanked me over the counter!" She hissed, not realising that they were in deep shit.

"Listen, Ray might be watching us on the security cameras, hearing everything we say so just...be cool," Henry told her, looking around the store subtly to see if he could spot any of the cameras moving.

"It's not cool to yank a friend over a counter!" Charlotte scolded him, making Henry sigh. They didn't have time for this.

"I'm sorry, just act normal." He directed her and they both stood up again. Walking around the store, Henry started the conversation, hoping that if someone was watching, they'd think nothing was wrong.

"So, uh, tell me about your brownie recipe." Henry prompted Charlotte, who looked at him in bewilderment.

"My what?" She asked, knowing that she had no clue how to make brownies, but Henry didn't care.

Just make something up and I'll pretend to write it down." Henry told her, quickly grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen so it would look believable. 

"Uh, right, right. My brownie recipe, so uh...first, I buy a box of brownie mix." Charlotte said slowly, thinking of a basic recipe that would work.

"Buy box of brownie mix. Hey, did I spell brownie right?" Henry asked so he had an excuse to pull Charlotte closer to him. 

"Okay, I think I know why everything's so crazy around here," Henry whispered to her, making it look like they were working on the recipe.

"Why?" Charlotte looked at him contented, eager to hear his explanation.

"I think this really weird storm, right, with lots of lightning and stuff..." Henry started, as Charlotte nodded along.

"I think the storm created some kind of electrical interference with the tubes and somehow we ended up here, in this opposite universe," Henry explained, making Charlotte blanch at the news. Was he crazy?

"Opposite universe?" She asked in shock.

"Yeah, but talk about brownies, talk about brownies." Henry reminded her when he remembered that they were meant to be discussing the "recipe".

"Uh, so then, you open the box of brownie mix and pour it into a bowl." Charlotte stepped away from him and spoke loudly so she'd be heard on the cameras. 

"Uh, into a bowl." Henry scribbled something down as Charlotte yanked him back to her.

"What's an opposite universe?" She asked him in a hushed tone, feeling confused by the sci-fi concept.

"It's like our universe but different. It's sort of backwards like the good people are bad and everything's kind of the same but opposite." Henry told her in a grave voice, thinking it would be tricky to get them back to their universe.

"Wait, if we somehow got transported to this evil, opposite universe, does that mean there are evil versions of you and me that got sent to our universe?" Charlotte questioned, making Henry gulp as he realised that she was right.

"Oh my god." He quivered, thinking about the chaos that was probably going on in their world.

~Normal Universe~

"I order you! Let me go! I mean it, traitors! Ray, Schwoz what's wrong with you? And how can she be here? Get off me!" Evil Henry screamed as Schwoz and Ray wrestled him into a cell as (y/n) nervously followed behind them. The evil teens had come down the tube after the lightning had gone crazy and had tried to attack them once they realised that something was wrong. Everything was too nice and bright and to their bafflement, (y/n) was there smiling at them, something that they hadn't seen in a long time.

"You traitorous pig!" Henry spat at Ray as (y/n) came up behind the large man and put her hand in his. She was beyond worried and needed to reassure herself that she wasn't alone, her friend and protector were there to help sort this out.

"Grrrrrr!" Evil Charlotte growled, making Ray frown at them as he shielded his girl behind his back. He could tell that she was terrified after her favourite kids tried to kill her for surprising them. Thank god she could heal super quickly otherwise she'd be having bruises and cuts for days. 

"Have you gone insane? Why is she here?" Henry hissed, making Ray puff out his chest protectively as (y/n) nervously peeked out from over his shoulder. 

"Look, I don't know who you two are, but you're not the real Henry and Charlotte." The large man told them calmly, which enraged Evil Charlotte.

"I'll stab your face and bite your throat!" She threatened, her voice slurred from the fact that she had metal teeth. She definitely looked scary and (y/n) knew that she would bite them if she got the chance.

"She's not joking y'know, she bit me when she grabbed my hair," She whimpered in Ray's ear as she shivered from the murderous look that the young girl was giving them.

"It's okay, that's just a weird thing to say." Ray joked, smiling at his girl so she'd stay calm. It worked, his happy face always made even the worst things seem all right. 

"You both stay here, locked inside, whilst we figure out how to send you back to where you belong," Schwoz told them sternly, wanting to get to work straight away since the new kids gave him the heebie-jeebies.

"Okay, Ray. We'll play your game. What do you want? Money? Gold? Chicken wings?" Henry offered him anything could've desired, but Ray wasn't tempted, he was intrigued.

"Fascinating." He turned around and commented to his best friend he giggled at his deadpan reaction. She squeezed his hand and began to lead him away from the captive teens.

"Ray! No matter what you do, we know the truth! We know she's dead, stop lying to yourself!" Evil Henry yelled after them, making the adults stop as they heard their words. 

"What do they mean, "she's dead"?" (y/n) looked up at Ray in worry, but he was just as puzzled and concerned as she was. He didn't know who or what they meant, but he had a pretty good suspicion and it made his heart break.

~Opposite universe~

"All right, activate eliminator." Evil Ray told Evil Schwoz as they watched Piper on the supercomputer. They didn't care that she was a child, they were bad and they liked it that way.

"Activating eliminator." Schwoz complied, opening the case of the eliminator button, but his finger stopped before it could press it when Henry and Charlotte walked out of the elevator.

"Just play along and act like you fit in here. We don't them to think that we're some kind of—" Henry whispered to Charlotte, but she butted in when she noticed what Ray and Schwoz were looking at.

"Hey, hey, hey." She pointed to the monitor and they saw that Piper was sitting at home, smiling happily and that Ray and Schwoz were targeting her for death. Oh, shit. 

"Target acquired and locked in." The genius reported, making the teens panic. 

"Target?" Charlotte spluttered, hoping that they weren't doing what she thought they were doing.

"Uhhhh, Ray? Hey, Ray. That's my little sister." Henry pointed out, feeling sick to the stomach that they were targeting Piper. Yeah, she was annoying and bratty, but Henry couldn't bear to see her get hurt.

"Yeah. Schwoz set the eliminator to one point four-kay megawatts." Ray instructed, and Schwoz followed his orders, cranking up the intensity of the eliminator.

"Wait, what are you gonna do to her?" Henry asked his not-boss in an afraid voice.

"I'm gonna eliminate her. So we can take her concert tickets and go see the Hawkins." Ray explained to them in a flat voice.

"Uh, but what if the storm damaged the eliminator's circuits?" Charlotte questioned, hoping that she could stall them so she wouldn't have to see the little girl killed.

"Okay, we'll test it on someone else," Ray told them all, not wanting his evil scheme to go wrong.

"Acquiring new target." Schwoz moved the focus to Henry's dad, who looked so dark and scruffy and was carrying a really cute dog, but he seemed to hate it.

"Look at my dad." Henry paled when he saw how evil his family was in this universe, everyone in his family apart from Piper, who seemed to be sweet and loving in this world.

"Target acquired and locked in." Schwoz pressed the controls so the laser would focus on Mr Hart.

"Set for temporary elimination." Ray directed him, causing Henry to panic. He didn't want to see his dad zapped either.

"Wait, wait—" He tried to stop them from firing, but Ray gave the order anyway and in seconds, Mr Hart disappeared in a flash of bright light, making Henry's heart stop.

"He just eliminated your dad!" Charlotte pointed out as tears sprang to her eyes. She hated this, it was so cruel and nasty, nothing like the universe she was so well-accustomed to.

"I know." Henry breathed out in a strained voice.

"And re-materialise." Ray gave the order and Mr Hart was blinked back into existence, dazed, but unhurt. Henry and Charlotte sighed in relief as he was returned to reality, but their worries weren't over.

"And now, we'll eliminate Henry's little sister. Permanently." Ray smirked at his sidekick and Schwoz happily reprogrammed the machine. He loved it when they played God like this, it gave him such an evil thrill.

"Wait! Wait, wait." Henry jumped in, unable to keep his nerve at the thought of his sister dying.

"Yeah?" Ray asked expectantly, hoping that they had interrupted for a good reason.

"Uh, uh, Charlotte has a really good brownie recipe she'd like to share with you and (y/n)." Henry gulped, as Ray took in what he said. The boy had hoped that the mention of the sweet woman would soften Ray up a bit, but it made his face twist into a furious scowl and his eyes were dark and pained. 

"What did you say?" He growled at Henry, grabbing the boy by his shirt collar and lifting him to his face. Schwoz cringed at the sound of her name, knowing that its use was banned from the Man Cave. It was just too painful for Ray to hear.

"Um, brownies?" Henry swallowed nervously, looking to Charlotte for help, but she too was petrified with fear. This Ray was merciless and too scarred to care about anyone else. He had lost his love long ago...

"You don't say her name! She's dead, all right? DEAD! I lost her, so don't say her name!" Ray screamed in his face, making the kid's hearts leap to their throats. Oh, god. So that's why (y/n) wasn't around, she didn't exist anymore in this universe and perhaps that could explain why Ray was so bad here. They had often worried about what would happen if Ray lost his sweet girl either to someone else or in more extreme ways, but they could have never imagined this.

Ray slowly put the boy down as he calmed down slightly and turned back to the screen where Piper was still sat smiling and giggling happily. 

"Okay, boys and girls. Say a permanent goodbye to Henry's little sister. And a big hello to some concert tickets." Ray smirked as Henry shook off his fear and thought of something else that would stop the countdown. At least he'd learnt his lesson, don't say "(y/n)" in front of this Ray or else you're likely to die. The word that once brought him so much joy was now a source of agony and a reminder that he couldn't save what he loved dearest.

"Three, two one!" Schwoz counted down, but Henry couldn't let this happen.

"Wait!" He interrupted, stopping Ray's hand mid-movement as he tried to slam it down on the button. Ugh, this boy was really testing his patience today.

"Wait for what?!" He snapped, just wanting to get this over and done with. This was the girl that his sweet (y/n) loved to bake cookies for and now every time he saw her, it just made his heart bleed. He wanted to lock away his pain and never think about it, even though he could never stop thinking about her for long.

"'Cause..." Henry trailed off as he thought of some excuse, so Charlotte stepped in to help him out.

"I wanna press the button!" She jumped in, knowing that it would give them a few more seconds to work with.

"Okay, but hurry up, please. I really have to go to the bathroom." Schwoz moved to the side, crossing his legs as his bladder throbbed. He wasn't going to miss though, he loved being evil too much to do that.

"Just hit the button, will ya." Ray hissed to Charlotte as she sat down.

"Uh, sure. I just can't decide which finger to use, I mean, I can use this finger or this finger or this one or maybe this one..." She rambled, holding up each finger as she stalled the elimination as much as she could.

"Yeah, we haven't even talked about thumbs," Henry added in a nervous voice, making Ray glare at his helpers. What was with them?

"Just push the button, Charlotte. You're in the seat." Ray told her firmly, so she slowly chose a finger and edged it towards the button.

"Don't say urine." Schwoz pleaded as he tried to keep his mind off the sound of rivers and waterfalls. Things were starting to get painful now. 

"Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey! What if she has the concert tickets in her pockets?" Henry prompted before Charlotte hit the button.

"Yeah, if we eliminate Piper, we might eliminate her tickets too." The teen girl pointed out, making Ray ponder her theory. 

"I hadn't thought of that." He said, realising that he couldn't risk that. He wanted those damn tickets.

"I know. So I'll go check her pockets." Henry followed Ray across the room as Charlotte closed the eliminator button. Thank God for that.

"And if Henry finds the tickets..." She said as she walked over to them.

"We can all go to the Hawkins concert together." Henry finished and rayed that Evil Ray would like the plan.

"All right, Henry, you got thirty minutes. Get those tickets from your sister or else she disappears forever. Now, I'm gonna go get a haircut." Ray bought the plan and walked off moodily. Geez, he'd put so much pressure on their shoulders and now, it was up to them to save Piper, or else...

~Henry's house~

After a small fracas on the porch with Jasper and a group of evil kids (consisting of an evil Oliver Pook and Sydney Birnbaum), Henry transformed into his Kid Danger costume and walked into his house, which was strangely flipped the opposite way.

"Kid Danger, oh my goodness. What a wonderful surprise!" Nice Piper warmly greeted the superhero, shocking him at how kind and sweet she was.

"Uh, yeah. Listen, I heard you won tickets to the Hawkins concert. Now, give 'em to me." Henry told her in a fake aggressive voice, hoping he could intimidate her into passing them over to him, but it had no effect at all on Nice Piper.

"Oh, I would love to, but I've already invited three friends to the concert and I'm donating the other four to some poor children." She smiled at her not-brother, her cutesy pink dress completing her nice persona.

"Wow." Henry recoiled from her. Such kindness from his sister was unknown to him and it made him feel weird.

"What?" Piper asked, wondering what had surprised him.

"You're so nice," Henry told her truthfully and a pretty pink blush settled on her cheeks as she grinned at him.

"Aw, you're so nice for saying I'm so nice. Would you like me to bake you a pie?" Piper offered kindly, once again shocking Henry. His Piper would throw a pie at him, but never offer to bake one for him. 

"Yeah, I would love that—" Henry's words were cut off as the front door was opened abruptly and Evil Captain Man entered the house. His outfit was the same as the one from Henry's universe, only it had a deep red sash tied around his belt. 

"Captain Man! Oh my goodness, what a wonderful surprise!" Piper greeted him just as nicely as she had done to Kid Danger, but this Ray wasn't one for pleasantries.

"Shut up!" He hissed at the little girl, who happily followed his order.

"Sure." She said in a sweet tone, implying that she wasn't offended or upset by his rudeness.

"Uh, hey. I thought you said you were gonna get a haircut." Henry said to his not-boss, gulping at his sudden entrance. The boy couldn't help that he was here for something bad and that scared him shitless.

"I was, but I realised my hair's already perfect. Did you get the concert tickets from her?" Well, Ray's ego was still the same it seemed and Henry paled when he realised that he'd have to do something drastic to stop this guy from shooting his sister with his huge blaster.

"Uh, no...not yet, exactly, but—" Henry's mumblings were interrupted as Ray grabbed his shoulder and yanked him out of the way so he could get close to the little girl.

"Well, little girl. That makes you a problem." Ray growled and powered up his gun. The last tiny chip of his mercy screamed at him not to do this, but the darkness consumed it; he was too far gone now, no one could bring him back.

"Well, I understand, just do what you gotta do." Piper smiled, even though she was about to die, but Henry couldn't let that happen. He steamed forward and grabbed Ray's arm, aiming it away from the child.

"No!" He protested and the resulting laser blasted a hole in the wall, but Piper was fine. The opposing supers fell to the floor in a struggle as Piper gulped.

"Can't we just have some pie?" She asked the two scowling males as they stood up and gave each other death glares.

"You've gone soft, Kid Danger. I think you need a double dose of vitamin fist!" Ray said his bad quip and swung for Henry, who narrowly dodged his fierce punches. Piper tried to calm the situation down, but the evil superhero had too much rage against the world that dealt him heartbreak, so he tackled Henry onto the couch.

"Hey, little girly, can you help me out here, please?" Henry begged Piper as Ray pinned him to the floor and tried to strangle him. 

"I would, but I'm committed to a life of non-violence." Of course, she would say that. Using all of his strength, Henry kicked Ray off of him and pushed him back with his legs when he ran back towards him. Getting back on his feet, Henry tried to give him a strong punch, but the seasoned fighter blocked it and twisted his arm painfully behind his back. He shoved the boy against the fireplace and snarled in his face.

"Let me go." Henry hissed at him as his arm throbbed, but Evil Ray wasn't going to let him get away that easily.

"No. What's going on with you, kid? You've been acting weird ever since you and Charlotte came down those tubes. WHY?" Ray growled as Piper left to do some charity work. Geez, why couldn't she help him out? 

"I—I can't tell you." Henry gulped, thinking that he'd break the universe or something if he started bandying words like "I'm not your Henry, I'm from another world" around.

"You will tell me right now, or I will push my fingers right into your face." Ray threatened, his fingers putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure onto Henry's skin.

"Okay, okay. I'm not the Henry Hart you know." He conceded, hoping to God that Evil Ray would believe him.

"What are you saying?" The dangerous man growled, his fingers not letting up on the pressure.

"I'm from an opposite universe, so is Charlotte and we just wanna get back to where we belong so please, stop pushing your fingers into my face!" Henry pleaded hurriedly as his cheek began to sting.

"Prove it, tell me something about your universe." Evil Ray growled, wanting some proof.

"Uh, okay, okay. In my universe, (y/n) is alive and you're not evil and you're too scared to tell her you love her and she likes ice cream so you buy her ice cream all the time and she likes your floppy hair and when she's angry with you, she calls you Raymond and oh god, I'm panicking, that hurts." Henry rambled as everything he could say about Ray in his world fell out of his mouth. He figured that talking about (y/n), who was dead here, would prove that he wasn't lying and it seemed to work.

"Okay." Ray let go of him solemnly and Henry could breathe a sigh of relief. Honestly, he was expecting that to work, but he was sure glad it did.

"Y'know, in this universe, we got married," Ray revealed to his not-sidekick, as a broken smile twinged on his lips. Henry blinked in shock at the revelation, (y/n)'s loss must have hit harder than anything.

"Dude, I'm sorry. How did she..." Henry couldn't phrase it very well. He didn't want to just come out with it, this Ray was scary, but his curiosity was too strong to just move on.

"There was a bus full of children, she tried to get them all out before it blew up, but she got herself trapped in there. Never made it out." Ray choked, remembering his utter heartbreak as his sweet girl accepted her fate and died knowing she'd done her best. If only she had gotten a chance to say goodbye to him, told him she loved him one last time, told him to not let her death destroy him, maybe, just maybe, things would have been different.

"She loved you so much, man," Henry told him, knowing that the same was true for the couple in his universe, even if they were a few steps behind. 

"I know," Ray answered simply before walking out of the house, leaving a baffled Henry to follow after him. He loved her so much too and he was too angry, too distraught, too broken, to let anyone else touch his heart. It wasn't there anymore, it had died with (y/n) as she was the one who had always held it.

~Back in the Evil Man Cave~

It was Charlotte's job to get the tubes going again. With no "sweet" helper to give her a hand here, it was up to her to figure it out by herself. It was complicated, making her extremely glad that she had listened to Good (y/n) when she was dictating her repairs and engineering work in the Man Cave. The teen had choked on her own saliva when Henry had texted her what had happened in this universe and despite her sympathy for Ray, she knew they needed to get back home.

"Ahhhh!" Her attempts to get the tubes working were interrupted when Evil Schwoz crept up behind her and scared the bejesus out of her by playing a note on a weird, guitar-like instrument that he had. 

"Would you like some music?" He asked her, strumming the strings a little, which created a really crappy sound. It was scratchy and out of tune, so it hurt the ears of all who heard it. Well, everyone's except Schwoz's.

"You know Ray doesn't like you playing that thing in the Man Cave." Charlotte reminded the genius. It was the same in her world, Ray hated that thing and so did (y/n), in fact, one time, the young woman had tried to burn it. But Schwoz loved it and he didn't care about Ray when he wasn't around.

"When Ray's away, Schwoz will play." He quipped, making up a little tune to go with his ditty. However, he'd soon be regretting that as the elevator dinged and Evil Ray shoved Henry into the Man Cave, forcing Schwoz to hide his banjo thing.

"I wasn't playing music, I swear! I swear on my mother's boozle!" He told his boss in a fearful voice. What a strange thing to swear on.

"I don't care about your music or your mother's boozle. That is not the Henry we know." Ray told his handyman after he pushed Henry over to Charlotte, glaring at the teens.

"What?" Schwoz gasped as he gawped at the kids.

"That Henry and Charlotte are from an opposite universe." He explained to the genius, who understood the concept quickly, 'cause he was, y'know, a genius.

"Of course, that is why she looks so weird." Schwoz realised that the young girl was without her metal teeth or animalistic snarling and now everything became clear.

"Uh, have you looked in the mirror recently?" Charlotte snapped back, thinking that they could have a go at her for looking weird when they had those ridiculous beards going on.

"Hey, come on! We just wanna get back home to our universe." Henry stepped into the argument, just wanting to go home peacefully and without a fight.

"And we need our Henry and Charlotte back here. 'Cause these ones are lame." Evil Ray hissed, knowing that without his mean helpers, he couldn't succeed in all of his dastardly schemes.

"Hey, did you figure out what went wrong and why we're here in this universe?" Henry asked his friend, ignoring the insult from Ray. It was probably his thing to be all mean and nasty.

"I think so. See, when we were going down the tubes in our universe, the other Henry and Charlotte from this universe were coming down those tubes." Charlotte explained and Schwoz was picking up what she was laying down.

"Oh, there was electrical interference from the storm outside." He said, which made Ray think.

"Which is still happening..." He stated as he pondered the situation. 

"Right, so if we use the tubes now before the storm's over, that might take us back to our universe." Charlotte finished her theory and plan sounding pretty good. It could work and they had no other ideas, so it was worth a shot.

"The weird-looking girl is right," Schwoz told his boss, who was stroking his hairy chin in thought. 

"Why don't you shave that hair tuft of the top of your head?" The girl sassed, having had enough of being called weird. Henry cringed at her angry tone. He had seen how crazy these guys were and he really didn't want to get shot for being rude.

"Hey, in my universe, this tuft is cool!" Schwoz sassed back, despite Henry's best efforts to keep everyone calm. Charlotte looked to Evil Ray for his opinion and he shook his head, telling her silently that Schwoz was having himself on. 

"Henry, the storm conditions are changing," Charlotte reported to her friend as a sudden weather notification came through on her phone. 

"Them go, get on the tubepad now." Ray clapped his hands and pointed to the tubes. He wanted these kids gone as soon as possible. Although, it broke his heart to know that they were going back to a world where his sweet girl was still around and another version of himself wasn't cherishing every second with her. What he'd give to have his wife by his side one last time, just to tell her he'd never love anyone like he loved her, to kiss her lips again and to hear her tell him it would all be okay. 

"Wait, if I have two minutes left, I'm gonna use that time to make a heartfelt speech," Henry announced, gazing at Ray as he tapped away on the two controls. Did he have to? This was gonna be cringey.

"Oh, geez." Ray and Schwoz groaned at their thought of some do-gooder lecturing them on how to behave.

"Listen, in our universe, Captain Man is a hero, who would never hurt anyone unless they deserved it." Henry told his not-boss, knowing that he was speaking the truth. Their Ray was good and kind, if a little childish sometimes and a bit stupid for never seeing how their (y/n) would do anything for him. 

"What about me?" Schwoz asked excitedly, hoping he wasn't too different.

"You're a freak in both universes." Henry deadpanned, which went down well with Schwoz surprisingly. 

"You have fifty-five seconds," Ray growled at him, not wanting to keep talking to the kid about his feelings and shit.

"Ray, your ways of evil are illogical. You're strong and indestructible." Henry pointed out, trying to be as soppy as he could, even if it sounded cheesy.

"And handsome," Ray added, showing that he was still big-headed here. Some things never change. 

"Okay, maybe instead of hurting people, you start being nice to them like (y/n) would have wanted, you'll start liking being respected and loved more than you like being feared. You lost that when you lost your wife and I know that she would hate to see you like this." The boy said solemnly, watching as Ray clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that (y/n) wouldn't have wanted this, but he didn't know how to deal with the pain in any other way.

"I don't know, kid. It's pretty hard to keep going without her. And I liked being feared, for example..." Ray turned to Schwoz and shouted "Boo!", pretty loudly, scaring the wits out of the little man.

"But maybe you're right, Henry Hart from another universe, maybe from now on I'll try to be good, for her and everything she gave me," Ray said as softly as he could in his villain voice and offered his hand out for the boy to shake.

Henry smiled and went to shake it, but when he did, Ray squeezed it so hard that his pinky broke. What a dick.

"Owwwwww, you broke my pinky finger!" Henry whined sadly, nursing his throbbing finger with his other hand. Looks like (y/n) would have to set that in a splint when they got back. 

"What? You can't expect me to let go of years of mourning and pain all of a sudden. Baby steps." Evil Ray said innocently as for the first time in years, all the love he had locked away began to very slowly trickle out.

~Normal universe~ Evil Henry and Charlotte were loaded up in the tubes as Ray, Schwoz and (y/n) prepared to send them home. It had been a mammoth task trying to figure a way to get them back to the opposite universe and to tame the horrid kids enough so that they would bite them again, but it was now time.

"Y'know, you should try being evil sometime. 'Cause evil's fun! Plus, it's way better than—" Henry told them as Charlotte gave one of her signature snarls. These teens were weird...

"Sorry, we only do good, kid." (y/n) butted in as the boy began to rant evilly, her back leaning into Ray's chest. This had been one of the weirdest days of her life. First, she found out that parallel universes exist, then she found out that she was dead in one and then Ray refused to tell her anymore about it. He just shuffled away from her with burning ears and forbade her from asking the bad kids from asking about her other-self. He claimed that he didn't want her to break the space-time continuum or something, but he really didn't want her to find out that in the opposite universe, they were married. Whilst the idea made his heart soar, he took it as a sign that if she loved the evil him, then it was the opposite here; she'd never love him and that shot down his heart.

"Would you get them out of here?" He asked Schwoz as he held his girl to his chest, hoping that she wouldn't hear his heart crumbling into tiny pieces. It wasn't fair, why did that evil asshole get to love her and didn't?

"Bye-bye!" (y/n) waved them goodbye as they shot up the sparking tubes, the lightning outside picking up again. 'Note to self, never use the tubes in a freaky thunderstorm again.' The young woman mentally noted, hating the idea of going through this crap again.

~The other universe~

"Wait!" Charlotte jumped off the tubepad at the last second as an unexpected idea popped into her head. Something had to be righted, otherwise, she'd never get over it.

"Before I go..." She jogged over to Schwoz and took a pair of nail scissors from her pocket, snipping the tuff off of the top of his head. The little man squealed in sadness as his tuft was taken away, but Ray just smirked at his horrified reaction. He had always hated the stupid tuft anyway.

"Hey, remember, Ray. In every revolution, there's one man with a vision." Henry couldn't help but say the cringey line as he wanted his last words to have an impact on the evil guy.

"I have no idea what that means. See ya!" Oh well, the meaning was lost on him, but he got the message anyway. Maybe he would become good again, after all, when he finally met (y/n) in the next life, he would have to tell her everything he got up to without her. And boy, she'd be pissed if she found out he had become evil.

~Normal universe~

Ray held (y/n)'s hand nervously as they and Schwoz waited to see if their plan worked. The tubes came down with the teens again, but they didn't look evil. In fact, they looked very, very familiar. Ray walked over to them with a delighted smile as (y/n) followed behind him.

"You're not gonna bite me, are you?" The young woman asked them with a grin. She knew it was her Henry and Charlotte, but she couldn't help but tease them.

"What?" Charlotte asked in confusion, the young woman chuckling in relief when she saw that she didn't have those razor-sharp metal choppers. God, they stung like a bitch when they chewed into her shoulder and she was thankful to have her superpower.

"Long story." She smiled fondly at them as Ray put his arm around her shoulders, feeling like everyone was back where they belonged.

"Welcome home, kids." He told them softly, knowing that his family was back for good. It was a tender moment...that was completely ruined when Schwoz brought out his banjo-guitar thing and played a crappy tune to celebrate.

"Seriously?" Charlotte groaned, having had enough of the banjo-thing playing in the opposite universe. She didn't want more of it now that she was home.

"Schwoz!" Ray snapped, feeling himself and his girl tense up at the sound of the instrument that haunted them at all times of the day. Schwoz even played it in the shower and they had often huddled together under Ray's duvet looking for respite from the terrible noise.

"I thought I put that thing in the incinerator?" (y/n) asked him with a groan. She had tried to get rid of it once and for all, but it seemed that Schwoz had intercepted it before it could urn. Damn it.

"Gahhh!" The genius stomped off to his room where he could play and appreciate his music by himself. His friends giggled at his tantrum before the adults turned back to the kids.

"Don't you think that it's weird that in that universe, I'm dead?" (y/n) asked, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms at the thought of dying so young and before she could tell Ray how she felt. If only she knew that they had been happily married for several years before her untimely demise.

"Yeah, it was so weird," Henry told her, remembering the way the other world was that a bit less bright without her in it.

"Without you, Ray turned evil...'cause you're his best friend." Charlotte quickly added the bit on the end when Ray gave her his intense, wide-eyed stare. Without the addition, he felt it sounded too obvious that he couldn't be him without her and was terrified that she'd catch on.

"Aw, Raymond, you big doofus." (y/n) cooed at him and reached up to smush his cheeks together as her heart melted. The best friend part stung, but still, her heart soared at the prospect of him losing it without her. He never cared about the other girls that left and she felt so special that she was the one that meant the most to him.

"Uh, yeah..." Ray's brain turned to mush when she loving planted a kiss on his cheek, but the funny angle meant that it was a little closer to his lips than normal. (y/n) just walked off without a second thought, wanting some ice cream to complete her happiness. Her best friend, on the other hand, was on cloud nine as he focused on how close he got to tasting those lips again, he just wanted to feel them one more time or possibly for the rest of his life. 

"Whipped, whipped, whipped..." Henry and Charlotte chanted as they left him to short-circuit next to the tubes. It was true, he was so whipped and they were counting down the days until he finally caved in and kissed her again, only this time, he would get the answer he had been searching for all his life.

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what are the things Lute would say to make Adam get on another plane of existence ?

So far she has always expressed herself with physical actions, I need to see her at work using her good little mouth and talking that dirty that to make even the First Man turn on asfff-

Hey Anon,

Wrote up a little scene for this one. Honestly, it wouldn't take much at all to turn him on if she plays her cards right. Hope you enjoy!

Lute looked up and spotted her target through the crowd of sparring exorcists. There Adam was, sitting at the table facing the training floor, chin propped up by his fist.

She knew that look. He was bored.

He was bored, and he'd pissed her off that morning before work, which meant this was an opportune moment for revenge. A wicked idea crossed her mind, and she grinned to herself. This was perfect.

"Keep it up ladies," she yelled, ducking to avoid a rogue punch from Coco. "I'll be back on the floor in a minute. Layla, keep your eyes on the squad for me."

She strode over to the front of the room, hands fisted behind her back as she approached Adam.

"'Sup?" he asked, eyes following her as she circled around him, stopping at his shoulder. "Is there a reason you're not on the floor, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir," Lute said quietly, keeping her stare fixed firmly on the floor. "I just wanted to come and give you an update on today's training."

"An update? Bitch, nothing's fucking happening, the fuck you need to update me for?"

"Well, actually," she turned her head so that she could whisper directly into his ear. "It's about some...difficult training conditions, sir."

"Oh, yeah? Humour me."

Lute hummed, pressing her fists tighter together at the small of her back. None of the other exorcists knew they'd been sleeping together for some time now, and she wasn't about to give them any indication by touching Adam like she normally would when they were in private.

She could, however, use her words and her imagination.

"First I should let you know that I'm not wearing any underwear right now."

Adam turned his head to look at her, and by the way his eyes widended and a grin quickly spread across his mask, she knew she had his interest. "Really?"

"Yep." She heaved a dramatic sigh. "And this uniform is so thin, it keeps brushing against my nipples which makes them all hard and stimulated. They're practically begging to be played with."

His gaze flickered down to her chest, and she made a point of turning her body away from him.

"Nuh-uh. You weren't very nice to me this morning, so I don't think you deserve to even look at them, let alone think about playing with them."

"Lute, c'mon," he groaned, and she had to work to bite back a laugh at how easy he was to bait. "That's not fair."

"I know," she purred, "you know what else isn't fair?" She leaned in so that their helmets were almost touching. "I'm so wet because of it, but I can't do anything about it. Do you know how frustrating that is, sir?"

She heard him swallow. "I could help you out with that. After work."

Shaking her head, she pulled away slightly. "No, I can't wait. I need it now."

God, he was so easy to work up. She didn't even have to say anything explicit; just a fucking implication and she could have him eating out of the palm of her hand.

Though, if she played her cards right, that wouldn't be the only thing he'd be eating out.

"I think," she drawled, taking a step backwards. "I need to go relieve myself. I'll be right back, sir. Try not to think about me when I'm gone."

"Lute, don't you fucking dare-"

"I'll let you know if I feel any better when I come back," she cooed, "I won't be long at all."

She strode to the door, pausing to place her hand on the frame and turn back to look at Adam. He was practically feral; his mouth was hanging open, his eyes were half lidded, and underneath the table, he had his legs crossed - from her experience, a telltale sign he was trying to conceal an erection.

Smirking, she made a point of holding up her right hand and lifting the tips of her glove off each finger, one-by-one, loosening the garment. She pinched the material and let it slide off her hand, watching Adam the entire time.

"I'll be back soon," she called, her voice once again professional - though she did pointedly flex her bare fingers. For good measure.

Maybe next time he'd think twice about edging her before work again.

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"𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.."

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

(𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼, 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂, 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼, 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Angst, arguments( in oikawa's one), missed dates, forgetfulness

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: moments where you get heartbroken(?)

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𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼

You have been waiting for this day, your date night with Bokuto.You had planned this months ago with Bokuto who happily gave ideas for your birthday date night.

It would be on a Saturday, during the afternoon.Practice would end earlier on Saturdays, that's why you decided to have it on that day.

From the moment you wake up, you get texts, gifts sent to your door congratulating you on being a year older; none from Bokuto.

I shrugged it off, thinking he was probably at practice already.It was just 7, so it must have started.

I excitedly awaited until it was 5 pm.Getting ready, I wore a dress that I recently had bought and some short heeled shoes.

I waited 30 minutes outside my house, but Bokuto hadn't shown up yet.I went back in the house, to wait as I texted him, only for my texts to be sent to delivered.

'He must be rushing to get ready if he didn't check his phone..' I thought.Perhaps he slept as a short break from practice.

But practice ended at 4:30..

I still waited, scrolling through my phone, specifically, Instagram, where I noticed a photo from Konoha's account.

It was a photo of Akaashi, Bokuto, him, and basically the team staying longer to play, since the caption was written;

"might stay overnight to practice"

I sighed sadly, placing my phone down as I stood up, walking towards my bedroom where I undressed and put on comfortable pajamas instead since it was slightly past 8.

I deleted the delivered text messages from me to Bokuto.

'Maybe next time..'

---

𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮

Atsumu was always careless, that's why being with him made him better.He showed you love everytime, by physical touch, words of affirmation, etc.

But despite him almost becoming an adult, he still wasn't exactly independant.He relied on me to remind him since the reminders on the calenders and on his phone weren't helping.

However, he promised that you two would be able to enjoy yourselves for one night. No work, no calls from others, just the two of you, alone.

That's what you wanted, and hoped for since he promised.

He would return home, you two could order take-out and we'd cuddle on the couch watching movies.

Atsumu finished work around 4 or 5 so when it was 5pm, you just waited a while. Soon, 30 minutes had gone by, and you decided to order the food first so when Atsumu returned home, he could wash up and relax.

But he didn't return home, and the food had arrived.

It was now 6:25pm, the sun was setting, but Atsumu didn't text to say if he was held up or anything at work. The dinging sound from the phone, indicating a notification gave you some relief.

"took a night shift for a promo. might return in the morning, love you."

That was unexpected.

Even if Atsumu needed reminders often, he'd honestly never forget a date and replace it with something else.I reacted to his message with a simple heart emoji.

I looked over at the neglected take-out that was cooled down by now. I sighed, placing his food in the fridge as I heated up in the microwave.

In the end, I decided to catch up on some work as I sat, eating my food alone, Lana Del Ray playing in the background.

---

Kuroo Tetsuro

it was not often the two of us could go out together, since he was quite busy with work.

kuroo had gotten a promotion at work so he wanted to celebrate properly the next day.

I was happy for him, of course, and i agreed to going out to a restaurant to eat.

it wasn't often i dressed well, but i felt that it was the right occasion to do so.

i had a beautiful red dress on, high heels i bought but never had the chance to wear, and gorgeous silver earrings kuroo bought me for our anniversary.

you waited, and waited, before fatigue took over.

i slowly woke up at the sound of the door being opened. i turned to check the clock, "11:38".

i stood up, stretching myself as kuroo smiled at my unusual dressing, before it dropped slightly.

"baby..i'm so sorry-" he was still talking, but i didn't listen.

he held my hands as he apologised while i simply smiled.

'it's okay kuroo-"

"the guys offered to pay and eat out, and i completely forgot."

i wouldn't mind if he forgot, but going out with others. i stood there in silence as i stared at him, nodding slowly.

was i being selfish?

he wanted to celebrate with his co-workers, so i shouldn't be upset.

"it's okay, tetsu. just wash up for bed." i patted his chest, walking to our shared bedroom. i sat at the dressed, taking off my earrings in the jewelry box.

from the mirror, i glanced at the saddened look on kuroo's face.

---

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa had promised he'd take me out to eat for missing a date last week. tomorrow would be a weekday, so he'd stay for the night right after. i would be excited, if the date really happened.

i didn't expect to wait at the restaurant for an hour without any sign or text backs from oikawa.

i jumped up from the couch at the sound of Oikawa opening the door.

"what the hell tooru!" i yelled at him.

Oikawa looked up, smiling at how i was dressed but soon frowned when he realised i was angry.

"what's wrong?-"

"you made me wait for an hour like an idiot at the restaurant. People kept giving me pity stares." i huffed.

Oikawa stood there, before he finally seemed to remember.

"look i'm sorry, i just decided to stay a while and practice my sets-" of course.

"you always overwork yourself with volleyball, didn't the doctor tell you to relax a bit, especially after your knee injury?" i huffed.

"honestly, it's like you'd give me up for volleyball." i didn't mean to say it, but i just did.

"maybe it would be better if i had a supporting girlfriend. i missed one date (name), get over it." he shot back.

"it wasn't just one date tooru! you missed 3 that you haven't repayed."

we argued about it for 5 minutes before he stormed out of the house.

i sighed, feeling my throat dry up. after a sip of water, i decided to lounge on my couch, and watch "Little Women";

"I have been second to Jo my whole life-"

"i have been second to volleyball the moment i started dating oikawa." i muttered to myself bitterly.

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HELP THAT WAS SO BAD :(((

i felt like i kept repeating stuff :/

sorry if you didn't enjoy it, i'll try to write better next story.

anyways, i finished my finals so i'll try to post once in a while :D

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

@smokes-and-bullets

Continued from here.

Out from one location, onto another. Wearing a more formal attire, dress pants and a dark purple vest with his hair styled in a high pony tail slicked back as he got out of a taxi. With him was a young woman in a long shimmering red dress. They had gotten back from a high end restaurant, one she paid for in full. Now they were heading to one of her few apartments in the city. Helping the woman out of the car he noticed Kira walking down the street coming up to them, immediately growing pale at the sight of her. Hopefully she didn't recognize him, hopefully. To no avail as she walked right up to them. "Kira.. uh.. hey. Interesting to see you here. Where are you headed?" Paying the cab driver through the window, the lady in red stood by after with a confused hum before reaching to pat his cheek, grabbing his attention with a chuckle. "Seeing other girls behind my back, and here I thought I was the only one.. You'll make it up to me right?" She was teasing, apparent by the smile on her face before leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. "I'll be inside getting ready, don't take too long with your friend alright?" With that she walked off, her heels clanking until the silence indicating she was inside the building. "Sorry about that.. she's a.. friend.." If friends paid the other to provide company and sleep with them, he wasn't sure what else to say. "Where are you off to, it's.." Checks his watch. "Not that late actually.. I take it home?" There was a nervous tone in his voice though he tried to brush that off.

It was a wealthy area, Kira liked coming down here sometimes for a snack after work. Most days she couldn't afford anything too extravagant, but it's the small things that keep her happy. Perhaps a warm matcha latte. Something to that extent. There's a lovely little place down the road she was walking to. But she didn't expect to see Francis around.

For such a big city, they sure seem to run into each other alot.

Kira would've said hi first, but the woman who he helped out of the car caught her off guard. She would've just minded her business, hid her face, and kept walking.

Had they not made eye contact first.

Don't make it weird. Just say hi. Maybe he'll feel comfortable enough introducing her. Probably not though. What if he just left her hanging?! Kira already regretted her moving feet even though she just kept going. Having to double down to not look like more of a weirdo.

Before she could answer his question, the sultry woman sort of addressed him before sauntering away. Kira sort of raised her hand to wave goodbye, but it was obviously not reciprocated. Embarrassed, she puts her hand back down to her side.

"Sorry if I caused you trouble. Just... grabbing a drink down the road."

It's obviously awkward between them. Kira didn't know he had a girlfriend, but either way that wouldn't have been her business to know. She just felt like he would've mentioned it in passing maybe?

" 'A friend'," She nods sagely, as if she 'understood'. So it's casual?

"She's a beautiful 'friend'," Kira says rather dreamily, looking to the large building she'd disappeared into.

"Like I said, didn't mean to interrupt you. Just stopped to be polite, I was gonna try to meet what I thought was your girlfriend. But I guess she wasn't interested," Kira shrugs her shoulders heavily. 'Oh well'.

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