#bi foggy

[angst-cravings]

let you break my heart again (2)

part 1 | part 1.5

summary: you take the leap.

pairing: matt murdock x reader

words: 2.2k

an: i rewrote this like three times and i’m still not happy with how it turned out, bi foggy, you make the first move, gender neutral reader

cw: mild angst, fluffy, some explicit language

You didn’t know this, but later that night, Karen and Foggy started scheming. Foggy wasn’t dumb, and he’s known how you both have felt for a long while. Maybe they’d try to get you two alone in the office tonight. Or they could stage a dinner where they’d have to cancel. Every plan had a flaw. If you two were alone in the office, you might just end up working alone. Or at the dinner, no one would say anything to each other. Karen decided that it’d be best if she sat down and talked to you seriously. Although you’ve always been good at reading people, Matt was far, far better. You just needed the confidence to confess. Foggy was far less engaged in the conversation that Karen was.

Truth be told, it did kind of hurt. Foggy wasn’t in love with you (he hasn’t been since college), and he always wanted you to be happy, but he always held a tiny bit of resentment towards Matt for being far more successful in relationships than he was. Or maybe he held a tiny bit of resentment because he wasn’t the one in the relationship with him. Either way, the planning to get you two together was bittersweet. He’d be happy for you two if it went well. Or at least he tried to convince himself that was true. 

“There is literally no way he doesn’t like you. He always responds differently from when me or Foggy talk to him.” Karen is perched on the edge of your desk, legs slightly swaying.

“Well he’s clearly not pining over me! And this is how he’s always treated me, it’s probably just because of Foggy. When he gets here he’s probably going to start talking with him about that woman he slept with last night.” 

You glance over your desk, case files strewn about haphazardly. Everything is putting you on edge, including the chaos on your desk that is reflecting your current mental state, “Just like every other night after we go to Josie’s. Half of me wants to stop going just so I don’t have to see it. It hurts, Karen. I just want to get over him.” Your face falls into your cold palms, and you feel like your button-up is suffocating you. 

“Maybe you should say something to him.” You hear her rise and you feel the gentle touch of her hand on your back.

“Maybe… I’m just so scared. I don’t want to fuck anything up.” You admitted, looking up at her kind face.

“I know. But sometimes we have to take risks. That’s why you guys started this firm. That’s why we do so much pro-bono work. And you both are mature enough to not let something like this affect your work.”



And that’s when Foggy enters. Karen stands up a little straighter and removes her hand from your back.

“Morning you two!” He’s cheery, as usual. That was half the reason you appreciate his friendship. It was ironic that his nickname was Foggy, because you always pictured him as the one who could clear the clouds away.

“Good morning Foggy. How was Josie’s last night?” You inquire with a faux nonchalance. You really just want to hear about Matt’s escapades and if he had really gone home with that woman, but you obviously weren’t going to let Foggy know.

“Oh you know, the usual. Karen left not too long after you, but I’m sure she’s told you that. Matt did seem a little off last night though.” He opens the door to his office, puts down his bag, and leans against the doorway of your office. “Oh?” You can’t tell what his comment made you feel. A cauldron of emotions swirl in your stomach. 

“Yeah, after you two left we kind of just sat there as he stared off into space. More so than usual.” Your mouth turned up slightly at his comment. You were a little confused though, there’s no reason that he would feel that way. Maybe something happened that day that you missed. Part of you started to regret going home early.

“So he… never went home with that woman? She was really gorgeous, that’s a shame.” “Yeah, I think he was too out of it to seal the deal. Something’s up with him, and I can’t quite place it. You’d think I knew my best friend a little better.” 

You gasp, faking offense. “I cannot believe you’d call him your best friend when I am right here Foggy.” The grin you were trying to hide to punctuate your teasing creeps up onto your face. Then the door opens. 



“I’m your best friend?” Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. He has on a crisp suit with a burgundy tie. It’s one of your favorite colors on him, it compliments his glasses. He has a large brown paper bag in his hands.

Foggy pauses for the briefest moment. “Yeah, you are. They left us last night at Josie’s all alone, so I think they deserve a demotion of the best friend title.”

“Yeah, well I had a headache, so you’re the bad friend for not being considerate of my feelings.” 

“Speaking of, why didn’t you say something before you left last night? I wanted to say goodnight.” Matt walked over and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. 

You could feel your heart start to pound, and you couldn’t discern whether it was over the touch or anxiety about the question that you didn’t want to admit the answer to. “Uh… well I didn’t really want to bother you. You seemed… preoccupied.” You force a smile.

“Well, you are more important than her. You should say something next time,” Your heart skips a beat, and his hand falls from your shoulder, “I, uh, I brought bagels for everyone.” As Matt shows everyone the bag, you see the logo of the bakery beneath your apartment.

“Thank you so much!” Foggy immediately goes to grab a bagel, and goes to his office, “No rest for the weary! I’m going to work on the Maddison case, you all should get to work soon too.” His office door shuts, and Karen nods.

“I should probably get to work too. I have a lot to do today.” You shoot her a glare, knowing that she’s just trying to get you two alone. She smirks, and you sigh as you watch her escape to her office.



“When did you go to the bakery?” You try to make your question nonchalant, but you can hear your voice betray your interest. “I guess after you left, since you weren’t there when I was there.”

“What, did you want me to be there?” You teased, but you could feel the rush of blood reach your cheeks. You silently prayed thanks that Matt could not see you.

“And what if I did?” Your breath catches in your throat. 

You quickly recompose yourself. “I mean that thought process is valid, I would want to see myself too.” You hope your smirk can cover the way you reacted to his statement.

“That’s where you have it wrong. I wouldn’t see you there,” A smug look forms on his face as you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever Matt.” 

“You love my jokes.”

You grab a bagel and usher him out of your room. “I actually have work to do, so I’ll talk to you later.”



Matt stiffens at the sound of a knock at his office door. He was so absorbed in the case he was reading that he tuned everything else out. He takes a second and recognizes Foggy at the door.

“Come in.” He raises his voice just a little so Foggy can hear him. 

“Hey, uh, Matt, can we talk?” Foggy shuts the door behind him and sits in front of Matt’s desk.

“Of course,” Matt shifts some of his papers, “What’s up?”

Foggy takes a deep sigh, and pauses before he forms his words, “You should tell them.”

Matt freezes. “W-what do you mean, Foggy?” He tries to laugh away the nervousness in his statement, and anyone else probably would have fallen for it.

“I said, you should tell them. It’s really obvious that you like them, and I can’t stand watching you two dance around each other’s feelings even though you share them.” Foggy seems sincere, but there’s some other emotion that leaves a subtle aftertaste in Matt’s mouth. 

“I know, they’re pretty damn good at hiding their emotions,” Foggy shifts in his seat to inch a little closer to Matt, “but I think it’s pretty obvious that they like you. Take it from their best friend.” “Hey, I thought you said that I was your best friend.”

“Well, you both are,” Foggy changes back to his more playful demeanor, “Anyways, here’s the plan. We’re going to order takeout for the office, and then Karen and I get pulled away by a phone call. Then you two will be all alone. You should say something or you’re probably going to regret it.” He stands up, and opens Matt’s door.

Matt can’t get a retort in before his door is open. “Alright, well, thanks for helping me out Foggy.” 



The smell of Chinese takeout hits your nose, and you immediately leave your office. “Thank God, I am so fucking starving.” “Yeah, well, don’t be too excited, because I actually got a call from a friend and they’re in the hospital right now,” Karen says, “So I’m going to go make sure they’re okay.” 

“Oh my God, is everything alright?” Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “Yeah, they said it’s just minor, but I just want to check on them. Here’s the takeout, have a nice dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Karen puts the takeout down onto the counter.

“Yeah, call me if you need anything Karen.” You change your phone from silent to vibrate as Karen scurries out of the office. Foggy and Matt step out of their offices as you start unpacking the food. Everyone has a usual order, and you set them out according to the order.

“Smells delicious. I heard Karen leaving?” Matt walks up, cane in hand, and grabs his order.

“Yeah, one of her friends is in the hospital. I hope they’re okay.” Your face is covered in worry, and you can only pick at your food. You hear the ring of a phone, and watch as Foggy picks it up.

“Hey man, what’s up? Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I’ll swing over right away. I’m so sorry, I totally forgot. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” He quickly hangs up the phone, “Sorry, I promised Tom I was going to help him move. I’ll see you both tomorrow though!” Foggy grabs his food and rushes out the door.



“And then there were two.” The corner of Matt’s mouth was slightly lifted.

“Yeah…” Your heart starts racing, and you silently are thankful that you get some time alone with him. The air is silent and awkward for a few minutes. You swallow hard, and decide to take a leap. It was now or never.

“Hey, uh, have you ever had this before?” You gesture towards your food, knowing that Matt could probably pick up on the context.

“No, actually. It smells really good though.” He smiles, and takes a bite of his own food.

“Would you like to try?” You start panicking slightly, but you’ve already taken the first step. You won’t back down now.

“Sure.” He grins at you, and your heart leaps. His smile has always been one of your favorite things about him.

You grab a piece of your food with your chopsticks, and walk towards him. 

“Open your mouth.” You lower your voice. 

He looks like he’s about to protest, but opens his mouth, and you place it on his tongue. He closes his mouth around your chopsticks, and you gently draw them out from between his lips. The face he makes is beautiful, and he makes a soft Mmm sound as he savors the food.

“This is really good. I can see why you order it.” “Do you want another taste?” You hold your breath. 

“Sure, you can have-” You cut him off with a kiss. 

You can taste the tang of the sauce on his lips, and you know he can too. The kiss feels like a sigh of relief. You’ve wanted to do this for such a long time, and although your nerves are tainting it, at least you’ll have done it at least once. You were kind of proud of yourself, usually Matt was the one with the smooth pickup lines. Yours wasn’t the best, but it was still pretty cheesy. You hear Matt set down his takeout container to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You gently push away, and you rest your hands on his broad chest.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He barely breathes out, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him.

“I could say the same thing to you.” You grin, and his face mirrors yours.

[vyeoh]

I'm rewatching all the Marvel Defenders shows on Netflix and as much as I mock the MCU now, I need non-Marvel fans to understand that I was and still am a fan of "Daredevil fighting the gentrifying assshole who bought out the police force because ACAB both as a lawyer and vigilante of the community" and "Jessica Jones fighting the man who mind controlled her into doing unspeakable things and forming a community of fellow survivors and allies while dealing with PTSD in a range of both healthy and unhealthy ways" Marvel. God I love these idiots they carried so hard

[whosbian]

[foggyfanfic]

Themes vs Realism

Saw an old debate about how isolated the Encanto is and it got me thinking about my own headcanons.

I watched the movie, saw the windows and wine glasses and thought “Oh! They must have trade, glass requires a specific sort of sand and while glass blowers would be relatively common, the odds they had somebody who knows how to make glass frit are pretty low”. And I can back up that argument with research and facts, buying glass is getting more expensive because we’re running low on sand with the right chemical composition, glass frit production would be more likely to happen in towns near silica rich beaches, where as Alma’s hometown looked like it was in the middle of the forest. Nowadays, not every country in the world has the right sand, when I worked with glass blowers they imported their frit from I think a family in Sweden(?) that are like one of the last few people making frit. So glass is actually a very big deal! I digress. Basically, realistically, the fact that they have glass means that they must have some trade.

But that’s completely irrelevant to the movie, isn’t it?

The movie is all about healing from generational trauma, Encanto being completely isolated is better for the movie’s themes. It’s like how we all love the deleted scene where Bruno argues with Alma and says “I wish I was dead” but the writers cut that scene because it gives Bruno confronting Alma on Mirabel’s behalf an extra bit of punch if he was never willing to do so before. Realistically, a deeply unhappy, almost forty adult who is as blunt as Bruno would have had that argument with Alma; thematically, Mirabel’s mysterious Tío couldn’t muster up the courage/passion to confront the movie’s antagonist until he was doing it for love. Realistically, it is actually necessary for Pepa to control her emotions because she can create hurricanes and that sorta disaster could wipe out the village; thematically, Pepa needs to be allowed to let her feelings flow through her without anyone snapping at her about it. Realistically they must have trade; thematically, they must be completely isolated.

There isn’t really a good way for canon to bridge this gap as far as I can tell, in story telling themes usually take precedence over realism, especially in a fantasy setting. But for a lot of people (like me) the funnest thing to do when writing fanfic is throw in a dash of realism and see what comes out of it. Obviously, the way you want to reconcile this is absolutely up to you. I personally care more about the movie sticking to themes than I do it being realistic or conforming to my background knowledge, I’m fully expecting to have most of my head canons disproven when they release more material. That said, for the sake of fic, I think asking questions like “Where are they getting the raw materials to build that” is a great launching pad.

I don’t know how to word my conclusion. That year I spent working with glass blowers is going to butt heads with my suspension of disbelief for the rest of my life? Realism is great for fanfic but not so much in short stories like movies? My head canons will never be canon and it’s better that way?

[robynleefaryna]

Foggy morning - making me feel nostalgic

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

So obsessed with your Peter Parker roommates concept. What do MCU Foggy and Karen think of the whole situation? How much of this has Matt actually deigned to tell them? How much did he let them just figure it out when Definitely Not Bucky Barnes showed up and told them he was their secretary?

They find out before Matt, actually.

MCU Matt gets outed as Daredevil and is being held without bail awaiting trial. The thing is that he got arrested as Matt Murdock, not in the suit, but there evidence is pretty damning. Like, there’s a photograph pretty clearly showing his face, his DNA matches blood left behind the scene by Daredevil in the past, that kind of thing. Frank had to get himself arrested and declare the attorney who once represented him his bitch to keep him from getting 1) murdered in prison or 2) having to defend himself and really solidify the fact for everyone that he’s definitely, without a doubt, Daredevil, which is a solution that absolutely everyone hates. Basically the only card they have to play is the “this man is fully blind, no light perception” card, but even then, Karen and Foggy both know that the judge is going to grant the motion to have him tested for enhancement any day now and their ship is sinking fast. They’ll probably be arrested and charged as accomplices any day now and don’t have any real hope for making it out the other side of this.

And then Spider-Man shows up.

They don’t know Spider-Man. They don’t trust Spider-Man. Spider-Man has spent the last three months very heavily hinting that he knew Daredevils secret identity, which is a fact they’re very sensitive about now. All of a sudden, he shows up in their current base of operations insisting he has a way to save Matt, which is a penthouse apartment Elektra left to matt that no one should know exists. And foggy and Karen are like “no. Fuck off. Don’t want your help don’t trust your help. For all we know you’re how they found out about Matt.” It’s very tense. Karen’s got a fucking gun pointed at him.

And then Spider-Man takes off his mask.

And he’s just some fucking kid.

He tells him that there is absolutely no one in this world that knows his face anymore. He lost everyone the last time someone saw his face. It’s just them now. They can destroy him, do they understand? They can destroy him, so they can trust him, because he needs to fucking save Matt, and he has a way. He has a way for Matt to walk out of this with his name free and clear and everyone else convinced that someone else is daredevil.

And both of them are still processing the fact that Spider-Man was apparently fucking seventeen all along when he’s been doing this for like, an entire presidential term, but are like “okay, fine. How?” Because the photos got leaked with his face in daredevils suit and that’s pretty fucking convincing, and they have DNA.

But they don’t have fingerprints. And there’s an explanation as to how someone could look the same and have the same DNA while still being an entirely different person.

You can come in now, by the way.

And then Matt Murdock walks into the room.

This, explains Peter, is Matthew Michael Murdock. He was born in Hell’s Kitchen to Jack and Margaret Murdock, where he currently runs a law practice. He graduated from Columbia Law School, summa cum laude. And for the past seven years, he has been active as the vigilante Daredevil.

And he’s willing to stand in as Matt Murdock’s identical twin brother, and he’s already started on manufacturing the story as to where all record of him went. He looks the part. And, more importantly, he can play the part. Very few people can fight and move like daredevil, except for another Daredevil.

It would be easier to show them than to explain.

All Spider-Men can pull people along with them in a multiverse jump, which Peter does to prove how this is all possible. So they meet Peter B’s Matt, Foggy, and Karen first, and they actually know about it all for a long time before Matt (because they cannot get on a fucking recorded and monitored prison line and tell him don’t worry, an alternate version of him is going to pretend he’s his scoundrel twin brother).

The “Saving Matt” arc in the story is a very long one (and one of my favorites) that I won’t go into detail about here because it’s not relevant to the question but some brief highlights:

Mr. Murdock kept insisting that he go by Mike Murdock and foggy was like “what parents on the planet would name their twins Matthew Michael Murdock and Michael Matthew Murdock” and vetoing it and then when they finally get him into court Matt, in an act of stunning theatre kid improv, says “Mike you bastard” and they’re stuck with him being Mike Murdock. Foggy does not know why all versions of Matt are the same kind of stupid.

Mr. Murdock refuses to help simply on the basis that Matt’s also him, because all versions of Matt Murdock instinctively hate each other. The self-loathing is that strong. Pete is footing the bill of his assistance, however (the bill is causing an international scandal large enough to make sure that the fucking Avengers never bother him ever again)

There’s two separate heists that happen in this arc, one which deals in Pete heisting Stark Industries to make a lens that gives the appearance that “Mike” has reactive pupils (because they cannot fucking have Mike be blind too. Okay. They cannot. Everyone knows that only Matt Murdock was hit by that chemical truck. The only reason why they think they have a shot at getting Matt through this is playing the blind card so fucking hard and then handing them someone who could do it all unenhanced). The other heist involves an MRI machine and multiversal copies of Christine Palmer and a completely uninvolved blind man because the court approves the motion for matt to be tested for enhancement and they have to fake his results

Part of the extraction plan for “Mike” involves Peter B slipping in using Pete’s press pass and it only works because Pete’s JJJ cannot tell the different versions of Peter Parker apart. There’s no cosmic reason, he’s just an asshole.

Half of Hell’s Kitchen lies about totally remembering Mike Murdock, little Matty’s scoundrel twin brother, because they both love Daredevil and love Matt Murdock and will absolutely make shit up to protect him. Yeah, that little shit Mike, he was always up to something, not like that Matt tho. Matt’s a dependable local hero. By the end of the day after they kickstart the lie you could enter any place in Hell’s Kitchen and have a half decent shot of meeting someone who would swear on their dear sweet GamGam’s soul (God rest her) that not only did they know Mikey Murdock, but that that fucker owed them money.

After Matt gets the charges dropped he’s still unfortunately well known from the mess and starts wearing “I’m Not Daredevil” shirts to whip out whenever paparazzi come near him.

Overall, Foggy and Karen are huge fans of the situation in general. This is actually their favorite thing that has ever happened since Matt became daredevil. They simply adore Pete with their whole heart because he swooped in during their darkest hour and saved Matt. They also both separately thought that no one could ever understand the beleaguered depths of Being Them, until they met themselves. They keep asking the Spider-Men to give them rides to other universes so that they can get brunch at the hottest locales in the other universe with their alternative selves.

It is briefly awkward because they saw Mr. Murdock and his Karen holding hands first and assumed that Peter B’s universe was just the weirdly straight universe and then they find out that not only have all three of them been dating for years but they’re at the point where Karen and Foggy are quietly yearning for children and Matt’s trying to find durable orphans in a profoundly misguided attempt to make them happy. It’s existentially weird when you find out that another version of yourself is fucking someone you’re just friends with, which is, in part, why the Peters had an agreement around who they were not allowed to date. It’s hard to explain. As much as you tell yourself that they’re entirely autonomous and very different people whose relationship together does not reflect on your relationship with your version of them, it causes an extremely unique and inexplicable metaphysical discomfort. Which is, in part, why Pete’s response to Peter P’s MJ actually being a Matt Murdock was to pack up his little hobo sack and take to the streets. When MCU!Matt found out that Peter P was with an alternate version of himself, he had like thirty seconds where he was trying to be rational and be like “this doesn’t change anything between us they’re different people it shouldn’t matter at all” and then had to leave the room entirely. It was just

Matt, in existential disquiet: it’s really nothing that could make things weird between us, I—actually foggy could you take over for a second I need to do something really quick

Foggy: Pete really they’re completely different people. They’ve had pretty distinct lives from yours even if there are commonalities, they’re the same age as each other and different ages than both of you—fuck, Red doesn’t even look identical to Matt and Peter P doesn’t look identical to you

Matt, from the other room: OH MY GOD

Foggy: … this is no reason to be embarrassed and no reason to feel weird

Matt: OH MY GOD

As for Bucky, they actually adore him too. He’s a super soldier who has kill bill sirens go off every time Matt does something terminally stupid and grabs him by the scruff of the neck like an angry kitten. It’s so good for Matt’s health and, by extension, their health. This is the most zen they’ve ever been.

[akrinorlordofthebanana]

This. So much this.

People who know me know that I used to identify as a crossdresser for about five or six years before I realized I'm not cis.

We all know that "crossdressing" and other gnc stuff is a common stepping stone on folks' egg cracking journey, but that does not mean that every gnc person you see is secretly an egg. And even if they were? Chances are they're not ready to face that yet. I know that I was often weirded out when people suggested I was trans; and that's not because I thought trans people were "weird". It was because other people presumed to know my gender better than I did.

Gender discovery is an extremely individual journey. Not everyone is ready to come to a realization at the same point in their life.

And that is again leaving aside the fact that calling a cis gnc person trans is misgendering and Really Fucking Rude.

just bc finnster came out as genderfluid doesn't mean you get to make egg jokes about people who are not (yet) out as trans. btw

[saprophetic]

really hate that an episode called "bondage and beta male sexuality" is so fucking awful

[elixrr]

“I might be in love with you.”

How they realized they were in love.

ft. Xiao, Wanderer

Xiao：

When you held him amidst his karma.

The most interesting part of the tale? You weren't there. But he saw you. Even through the fights with himself and the surrounding darkness, he saw you— the way your sleeves fell loose on your shoulders, the way your feet glided along a garden of lilies and the way the silk and linen of your clothes weaved around your body. Even when he felt his body shatter in vigorous pain, Xiao saw the luminous glow of the moonlight reflecting off of your skin. The scenery of the dark, star-filled sky with the vibrant glaze lilies surrounding you had crafted such a beautiful picture in Xiao's head that, when he snapped back to reality, he could no longer feel the hurt. There was simply you. He couldn't see you, but he thought of you, and, even with his loyalty to Rex Lapis, he still smiled, thanking you for saving him from his karmic outburst.

But, wait a minute.

You weren't even there? How did you save him? Xiao pondered back on the image he created in his mind. It definitely wasn't something he saw, and it definitely isn't something happening now. It is night, but it is far too dark. The vibrancy of the moonlight is not present, and the bright, shining stars are instead clouded by fog and translucent mist. He definitely couldn't picture you outside right now, especially at this hour.

Hold on. What if you really were out? He is on Wuwang Hill, so of course it's foggy. What if it was brighter for you? What if the moonlight found its way to you instead?

What if that vision of you was real?

Without a second thought or consideration for his duties, he teleported to the balcony of Wangshu Inn, where he could have the possibility of seeing you, and indeed, he did see you. He teleported to a tree that stood by you, leaning on it. The remaining pain of the karma seemed to whisk away, yet his heart beat hastened. Something about how you brushed your finger against the bulb of a sweet flower made him smile.

“Xiao?” You whispered, and he swore he could feel the sun rioting the moon and rising amidst the darkness of the night.

“You called?”

“Oh!” You nearly jumped out of your skin. “That was unexpected. You actually came!”

“Of course I did. I made a promise to you, and I will honor it.”

A smile fell upon your face, and Xiao froze in place.

“Especially because it's me, I presume?”

“Wh—” Roses blossomed on his cheeks, and his heart exploded into petals.

“I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to walk home with me? I haven't seen you in a while, so maybe we could catch up?”

“Uh–m, I— Sure. That would be... Quite nice.”

“Oh, wow, you actually said yes!” You cheered, and Xiao's eyes glistened. It was perfect, this moment, because the clouds dispersed, and the stars and moon finally found themselves visible, shining through the clouds. You've conquered the spotlight tonight, and you've conquered Xiao's world, even if he couldn't tell.

But, you extended your hand to Xiao. This was just like his illustration of you from earlier, but he was now included. The moonlight reflected on your skin, your clothes weaved magically across your body, and surrounding the two of you were a field of flowers.

Xiao, without much thinking, grasped your hand tight, and you held it, too.

He felt a bloom in his heart, and the world around him brightened. Even as you were talking, he couldn’t pay attention to a word you said. You were graceful, and he felt the strangeness in the way your fingers interlocked with his.

You weren't holding him, really, but you held him somehow. In fact, you stole him away from the old world he lived in, introducing him to something new, something unique.

And in that moment, somewhere in the combination of his mind and heart swelled, sweeping in to tell him and make him realize that he was in love.

That he was in love with you.

Wanderer：

When you fell ill for the sake of him.

Kuni remembers it. His birthday came soon, and because it never snowed in Sumeru, the flowers still found themselves vibrant. Though, something in him found you to be more colorful and much more appealing to look at than a few colored petals and a stem, yet he could never bring himself to admit it; his pride would shatter and you would become giddy, and— if there was finally a heart to replace his hollow body— he would feel a twinge in his chest and an ache in the hollow shell of himself. Kuni figures that, because he has no heart, he is therefore heartless, meaning that this twinge in his chest can not be love like Nahida had suggested time and time again. Rather, this ache symbolized a feel of annoyance. After all, if he did have a heart, how would he be able to mercilessly kill so many people and commit so many sins?

Yet, he would catch you again and again, plucking the most beautiful, rare, and exotic flowers in Sumeru. Many of which were far too dangerous to even obtain, and that was something he realized far too late. He trusted you slightly. Actually, he didn't trust you. Kuni trusted Tighnari because you have consulted the expert many times about the flowers you picked.

But, one day, you fell ill. It wasn't due to the flowers or anything similar, but due to the weather. Kuni had been coincidentally passing by for a research project, and he stumbled upon you by a hillside, unconscious, bleeding, and sickly. You were lucky enough to forget your basket of flowers, meaning you hadn't lost any of your previously collected ones, but you were still quite unlucky. It was pouring, and atop a hill was a beautiful kalpalata lotus flower. It wasn't a terrible walk, except you were sick, and you ended up slipping and falling to what could've been your doom.

The moment Kuni saw you, he paid no mind to the flowers, nor did he care at all about his research. He needed to help you, and he, as quickly as he could, flew you over to Gandharva Ville, where he almost screamed for forest rangers to come and help you.

As you laid on the bed unconscious, Kuni stayed with you. He never left your side once.

And then you woke up.

“...What?” The pain in your head wrung from side to side, front and back. Your nose was significantly stuffier. Kuni, happy and terrified, immediately rushed over to you.

“Idiot! What were you doing out there?” He yelled, holding back the urge to punch himself for not finding you sooner, “You could've died from that sort'a height!”

“Sir, please, lower your voice. Y/N's healing process could falter if you don't shut up.” Tighnari hissed, and the two glared at each other.

“Fine, sorry. But still, what were you thinking? My birthday or whatever isn't that big a deal, and it's really not worth your damn life.” Kuni sat down on the stool next to the bed, and you looked down at the provided blankets.

“I mean, I'm not dead,” you conjure up a smile and hold in a cough, “but yeah. That was sort of stupid, but it would've been worth it if I did get you the flower.”

“What? You're mentally insane.”

“I could be.”

“That's— That's so stupid!” Why do all of that... for me? Kuni feels his chest ache again.

“Oh, it was. But hey, I'm really stupid when it comes to you.”

“What?” Kuni's eyes furrow, and Tighnari almost slams his head into the desk after hearing that.

“I mean that I'm literally stupid for you. Why else would I leave and get flowers when it's raining and when I'm sick?”

Something clicks in Kuni's head. He saw some of his peers in class talk about this phrase and suddenly connect it to some girl who was in love with a guy and...

Wait.

“I'm leaving. I'll be back— you'd better be conscious!”

“I can't guarantee that, but I'll try.”

Kuni leaves the room, frustrated. Nahida has said that he likes you, his peers have said the same thing, and maybe...

“I'm literally stupid for you.”

“That idiot..” He smiles, looking through the window to see you talking to Tighnari, who appears to be scolding you for being so careless with your health. Kuni holds in a chuckle and turns around. His ache resurfaces in his chest, and he grips the part of his top that covers his 'heart'.

Maybe, just maybe—

“I'm making a bouqet for you on your birthday!”

—maybe he is in love with you.

y/n's real name is robloxnation3000 /j

[insomniaccat0107]

i think we as a fandom are blessed with amount of characters and foggy dynamic between them because it gives us so many opportunities for shipping.

you like enemies to lovers? here you go dabihawks

you into high school sweethearts? no problem erasermic

you like kinda bratty dynamic? shigadabi

opposite attraction? shinkami

introvert/extrovert? tododeku

age gap? aideku

polyamory? erasercloudmic

the same thing goes with headcanons

uraraka is bi? no problem. toga's lesbian? okay. aizawa's aroace? i can see this. league of villains is in queer platonic relationship? cool

brilliant that's just brilliant and I LOVE THIS FREEDOM SO MUCH

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Temporary Stupefaction

Sherlock pulls up the collar of his coat to protect his neck from the icy wind. The night is dark and foggy. Gloomy. It fits his mood. 

John was on a date when Lestrade called with a nasty murder. Sherlock texted and even called John, but he didn’t pick up, nor answered the texts. 

It had been an extraordinary case. John would’ve loved it, despite how easily Sherlock solved it. The cases were no fun when John was absent.

Colourful leaves are twirling around his feet in Regent’s Park. Sherlock is desperate to get home to the warmth of 221B. He forgot to bring his gloves. 

John wasn’t there to remind him. 

Still, Sherlock is hesitating to leave the park and walk the short distance to Baker Street. The flat is probably empty and cold if John’s still out. Perhaps he’s got a leg over and will sleep at that woman’s place. Sherlock is thankful that John never brings any of his girlfriends to the flat.

Small blessings.

The wind and his soon frostbitten hands, decide for him, and Sherlock approaches the black door. When he looks up at the windows, he stops abruptly. Golden light from the lamps and something incandescent, tells him that John is home and that he’s lit the fire. Suddenly John’s figure appears in the window. He stands with his back to Sherlock and he’s gesticulating wildly with his arms.

John never does that.

He’s clearly talking to someone. Sherlock checks his watch. Nearly midnight. Too late for a visit from Mrs. Hudson. Lestrade drove home at the same time Sherlock left the Yard, Molly never visits them, and Mycroft is out of the country as far as Sherlock knows.

Who can it be and why is John so agitated?

He needs more data, and hurries to find his keys and locks himself in as silently as he can. Sherlock tiptoes up the seventeen steps, avoiding the creaky one. John’s voice is loud, but the words are muffled by the door.

Sherlock stops on the landing to eavesdrop before deciding how to proceed.

“How did she know, hm? I’ve only dated her two times.”

There’s a long silence. Sherlock reaches for the doorknob but stops when John speaks again.

“What do you mean I talk about him all the time? He’s the person I deal with the most. It’s only natural, don’t you think?”

What on earth is John talking about? And more importantly; who is he talking to? The responses from the unknown guest, are apparently so low that even Sherlock’s brilliant hearing can’t perceive it.

“I’m not gay, remember!”

Ah, John is talking about Sherlock. His heart cracks every time John utters those words. He startles when John’s voice quivers.

“How did you know that I’m bi? I’ve never told a soul. And before you say Sholto, nothing happened, okay!”

John’s voice rises again when he mentions his former superior officer. Sherlock has always wondered about their relationship. His stomach is in uproar. John has just admitted that he’s bisexual while discussing Sherlock. 

What does that mean?

Sherlock can hear that John is pacing, but he’s stopped talking. He opens the door as carefully as possible and dares to look. John seems lost in his own head. His hands are buried in his hair. He looks a bit like Sherlock does when he’s despairing about a case or useless yarders. 

A quick survey of the room stupefies him. It’s empty apart from John. 

Who the hell has he been talking to?

“Do we have an invisible guest, John?” he asks softly.

John turns to him, his face ashen. He stutters, then blushes. 

“Sh…Sher…Sherlock! What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” Sherlock offers with a smirk.

John snorts and starts to chuckle.

“Yeah, you do. Sorry. I was just…”

“You were talking to…”

Sherlock doesn’t finish the sentence but waves a hand, indicating for John to fill in the blanks.

“No one,” John mumbles, his smile gone.

“I heard you,” Sherlock coaxes, eager to solve this mystery.

He hangs up his coat and walks to the fireplace to warm his hands.

“You forgot your gloves again,” John tuts.

“Brilliant deduction, John,” Sherlock quips.

He rubs his palms together and expects John to reprimand him further, but the flat is deadly silent.

“I was talking to Harry,” John finally says behind him.

Sherlock turns so fast he almost knocks John over. His eyes evidently show the horror he feels.

Harry Watson, John’s twin sister, has been dead for six years.

Before Sherlock can analyse this baffling information further, John grips his hands, warming them efficiently. Sherlock momentarily closes his eyes to revel in the sensation. Warmth seeps through him in a flash and sets in his chest like a burning flame. When he opens his eyes, John is gazing up at him with a look Sherlock’s seen before, but not often. It’s fond and hungry. Normally, it disappears within seconds, but this time…

“Sherlock?” John whispers.

“Are you a psychic, John?” 

Shit! He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Just a vivid imagination, but who the hell knows? Me and Harry’s bond has always been strong. I don’t think I’ve told you, but as children we sometimes communicated telepathically.”

“You are an enigma, John Watson,” Sherlock murmurs.

Sherlock is completely warm now, and decides to be brave. He pulls John to him by his hands, guiding them around his waist. After he has released them, he lets his own hands cradle the back of John’s head and bends down. When he’s close enough to feel John’s breath on his face, he looks into John’s eyes to get confirmation. They are closed, so Sherlock bends down further and kisses each eyelid, before he finds John’s cheeks, forehead, chin and at long last, his lips.

When they part for air. John smiles and tells his sister to kindly leave them alone.

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[foggyfanfic]

The Jorge Situation

The Abyss

Preview: “Papa! Wake up! You need to tell Isabela you kiss men,” a voice hissed, and the words were so absurd that for a few seconds he thought he was still dreaming, "C'mon Papa! Before she runs off with Vanessa."

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He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now it was undeniable. That crack that had opened in the floor on the day Antonio was born had slowly grown into a hole over the past two years. And it seemed to be growing even larger.

Bruno stared down at it with his hands on his hips. He was pretty sure spackle wouldn’t fix that.

It wouldn’t be too hard for him to hop over it, but he turned around and walked back to his bedroom anyway. Leandra was still awake, reading a book on architecture. He wondered if that book had any information about fixing holes in the floor.

“You’re back early,” she said cheerfully, she slipped a bookmark into her place and shut the book.

“The floor’s falling apart,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently prying the book from her hands. A quick glance at the table of contents proved to him that the book was about the different types of windows. He hadn’t realized there were so many.

“What do you mean?” Leandra scooted so she could wrap herself around him, encasing him in warmth.

“You know that crack in the floor, it’s growing,” he leaned back into her, “I tried to step over it and the floorboard snapped underneath me.”

“Are you alright?”

“Eh, a little uh-. Almost had a heart attack when it happened, but yeah, I’m not hurt or anything,” he looked over his shoulder at her.

“That’s good,” she gave him a little squeeze, “so the floor is falling apart back there?”

“Sí, apparently,” he pursed his lips in thought for a minute, then said, “I don’t know what to do about that.”

“What’s under the floor?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“There’s nothing under the floor, when the floorboard fell it just disappeared into mist and uh I didn’t hear it land,” he told her.

“Oh,” she said, and there was a long pause, then, “then I don’t know what to do about that either.”

“Hm.”

They sat in contemplative silence for a little, then Leandra got up and put her robe on. She slipped on some socks, then one of her dustier pairs of boots. Meanwhile, Bruno got up and perused the bookshelf for a book on floors. They had one on tile, and another on floorboards. He pulled out the one on floorboards and put it in his “To Read” crate.

“Let’s go,” she had moved to the tent’s entrance while he was distracted, a lantern in one hand and a conspicuous bulge in the pocket of her robe. She held her free hand out for him and he took it. Together they returned to the walls, although they had to let go of each other when they passed through the hidden entrance. Leandra followed behind him, making very quiet “Hm” sounds every few feet. Just in case, he waited until they were on the ground floor to ask what the sounds meant.

“What you thinking?”

“Airs a bit stale back here,” she murmured, “has it always smelled like this?”

He sniffed, then shrugged, “Must have for a while, I-I’m too used to it to know what you mean.”

“Hm,” she said again, “I’ll have to take care of that.”

“Can you take care of this too?” he stopped at the hole in the floor and gestured at it. It wasn’t large, just one half of a floorboard that had fallen out from under him, but if it was going to keep growing they’d have a problem.

She blew out a slow breath and squeezed around him to get a better look at it. She pointed the lantern at it, but all they saw through the hole was swirling mist. After a few beats, she set the lantern down while putting her hand in the pocket of her robe. Leandra pulled out a bag of marbles the kids had long since grown bored with, without taking her eyes off the hole she untied the drawstring and worked the bag open until she had pulled a marble out. Then she knelt down, reared back, and threw the marble down the hole. They both listened.

Nothing.

She pulled out a few more marbles and sprinkled them around.

More nothing.

“Hm,” he said.

“Hm,” she agreed, slowly she stood with the lantern, still staring at the hole.

“Do you think it’s safe to put a board over it?”

“Um,” she knelt down again and stuck her arm in the hole, apparently feeling around for any support, then she made a face, “I have no idea. There really doesn’t seem to be anything under there.”

She stood once more.

They stared at the hole together. He turned his head so he could look at her, she looked back at him and after a second he saw a spark of understanding in her eyes. As one, they both stepped back from the hole until the floorboards felt a little more steady beneath them.

“There has to be something, though. Right?” she asked.

“I dunno, Casita is magic, a-and right now we are in the walls that surround our magic rooms that uh you know, seem to um, sort of exist outside of I don’t know, logical space? M-maybe…? I really don’t know.”

“Well, let’s put a board over it for now but uh keep an eye on it?”

“Guess that’s all we can do, isn’t it?”

She nodded and for a few more minutes they stood in silence, contemplating the various mysteries of their magic house.

“No offense to Casita, but the next time we get married and start a life together, you’re moving into my house instead.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. For next time.”

With that established, they turned back, quietly discussing where to get the board and how big it should be and whether they should nail it down or leave it loose so they could check under it. When they were back in their room, sliding under the covers Bruno laid on his side, a thoughtful look on his face. Recognizing that he was getting his thoughts in order to say something, Leandra lay facing him, waiting.

“Mirabel is really in tune with Casita, I mean more so than anyone other than Má, you know? Maybe Casita is sick or something, and Mirabel was in that vision because she understands Casita well enough to help.”

“I think you were close the first time. Maybe she got magic, but it’s all being used to keep Casita going,” Leandra tacked on with a shrug.

“Maybe Mirabel has magic, and the miracle is feeding off of it to fuel itself.”

“How was the miracle fueling itself before?”

“My Má. And the rest of us get ours from them.”

“You think Abuela and Mirabel are the only two people in the family born with magic?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “or maybe Casita is actually a wandering god house thing that needs a family in order to survive, or maybe this is all an illusion from an evil wizard, or maybe the real cracks are the friends we’ve made along the way.”

“Maybe the friends we’ve made along the way are real cracked.”

“God knows I am.”

“Well, I do consider you a friend.”

“That’s weird, I’ve always considered you a wife.”

“Always? Even before we met?”

“I can see the future.”

“Fair point.”

They both laughed, quiet little huffs of mirth mingling in the scant air between them. She put her hand on his and let him fiddle with it as he thought. His mind chased itself around and around in circles for a little, trying to figure out how the magic worked, and how it might be failing. Maybe Casita used the ground beneath it to build all the magic rooms and was now cracking because all the ground was gone. Maybe Casita existed in some sort of pocket dimension, allowing for the rooms to break the laws of physics but leaving the house floating in empty space. Maybe Casita… was just playing a giant prank on them that would take about a decade to reach its punchline. Who knows.

When he had sighed one too many times, Leandra scooted into his space, “You’re stressing yourself out now.”

“I know,” he said.

“You should sleep.”

He snorted, “Easier said than done.”

She kissed him again, more fully, then pulled back and gave him a mischievous grin, “Bet I could get your mind off it.”

He raised a brow, “Bet what?”

“I bet you one well rested husband I can get you thinking about something else,” she said, in a low sultry voice.

“Hm well, I-I’m not usually a gambling man, but…”

She giggled, tugging him into another kiss. An hour later they returned to the bed after changing the sheets and, as promised, Bruno dropped right off. In the morning, when his brain started working (thanks to his third cup of coffee), it would occur to him how fortunate it was that both he and Leandra had put their clothes back on before going to sleep. Otherwise he would have had a very traumatized daughter on his hands.

“Papa! Wake up! You need to tell Isabela you kiss men,” a voice hissed, and the words were so absurd that for a few seconds he thought he was still dreaming.

“Hm, que?”

“C’mon Papa, before she runs off with Vanessa,” the voice, which proved to be Amada’s voice, continued.

“Why would Isabela run off with Vanessa?” Leandra muttered, face down into her pillow, “She could do so much better. Tell her to run off with that sweet Petunia girl.”

“Wai-? Does Isa even like girl? I mean girls,” Bruno pushed himself off his pillow and looked at his clock, he’d had a whole half an hour of sleep, “What’s happening?”

“You didn’t notice? She had the biggest crush on- ugh, what’s her name,” Leandra also pushed herself up and looked at the clock, then groaned, “Why’s Isabela running off at this time of night? Tell her to do it at a decent hour.”

“She’s not, but she might do it in three years,” Amada said, wringing her hands.

If Bruno’s daughter wasn’t in the room he would have cursed up a blue streak, as it was he collapsed back onto his pillow, “So we got plenty of time to stop her.”

“No! If she drinks mint tea by herself when she gets up in ten minutes she’s going to run away with Vanessa and come back in twenty years with tattoos and a bald spot.”

“Why would she have a bald spot?” Leandra asked.

“I don’t know, but this isn’t about the bald spot Mama,” Amada stamped her foot, “Papa needs to go tell her he kisses men, and that both his sisters and you know, and he’s still loved and stuff so she’ll stay here and end up with this really short person who is sometimes a woman!”

“Sometimes a woman, is that an option? To only be a woman sometimes?” Leandra looked to Bruno and he shrugged, he didn’t care enough about gender to use his gift to research it the way he’d researched his sexuality.

“Mama, you’re missing the point,” Amada insisted.

“Right, sorry,” she sighed and put her head back down, “you heard the girl, go tell our niece you kiss men.”

“I don’t kiss men,” he retorted, “I kiss my wife, who is you.”

“Also not the point,” Amada huffed. He looked at her, she was still wringing her hands and now biting her lip, she didn’t usually look this nervous over her visions. This must have been serious. Damn.

“Come on mi reina, let’s go talk to our niece,” he sighed, getting out of bed.

“Why do I have to come? I don’t kiss men.”

“I’m a man,” he pointed out, pulling his ruana on, he decided not to mention that after the brief peek he’d taken at the future of the gender movement he had decided he was a man simply because being anything else looked like too much bother. That wasn’t important right now.

“You know what I mean.”

He grunted, staring at her. She pouted back at him, then eventually rolled her eyes and got out of bed. Amada kept her eyes on the clock while Leandra pulled her robe on, occasionally telling them that Isabela should have the cinnamon tea or some milk, that she should go for the shortbread cookies or the coconut cookies, that they definitely shouldn’t touch the leftover croissants from the French Bakery.

“Would you like to come with us? Make sure we do this right?” Bruno asked, leading the way out of their sleeping cave.

“No, if I’m there she’ll run away in two months instead,” Amada shook her head, “but it’s ok to tell her I love her and accept her and hope the short person ends up being a woman. They’re both happier when the short person is a woman.”

“Then I hope the short person is a woman too,” Leandra said through a yawn.

“Uh-huh,” Bruno dully agreed as he trudged up the steps. They made it to the kitchen with just enough time to put the kettle on and pull out the cinnamon tea before Isabela walked in, hair ever so slightly mussed and eyes somewhat red.

“Hey mija, couldn’t sleep?” Leandra asked, which was a much more casual greeting than Bruno was about to spit out. He had been about to look her in the eye and simply inform her he’d kissed a man and that she should have the cinnamon tea about it.

With a bit more thought, he could appreciate that this situation probably called for more tact.

“Oh, uh, n-no, not really,” Isabela shuffled a little awkwardly in her pastel purple slippers. She probably hadn’t been expecting to find them down here, she had probably been planning to drink the mint tea in silence while her thoughts got all wound up.

“Sit, there’s enough for all of us,” Leandra gestured at the kitchen table.

Slowly, Isabela did as she was told, looking at them nervously and biting her lip. When she was sat she began forming flowers in her hands then fidgeting with them until they were little more than a pile of petals in her lap. Eventually the kettle whistled and he poured the hot water into the tea pot while Leandra set three cups on the table. She sat next to Isabela and after a moment of silent debate, Bruno sat on Isabela’s other side and poured the tea. Isabela accepted hers, but didn’t drink it, she just stared into it.

Distantly, Bruno remembered what it was like to be young and realize the way he experienced attraction was different than the way the rest of his peers experienced attraction, the problem was that for him it was just another thing to add to the pile of stuff that made him weird. For Isabela, who spent so much time and energy trying to be the perfect eldest granddaughter, being attracted to women was its very own pile. And probably not a small one.

He sipped his tea and thought about how to broach the subject, but when Isabela squeezed her eyes shut and just sighed as a tear ran down her cheek, the words fell out of his mouth with little input from his brain, “I’ve had sex with men.”

Leandra, who had been mid-sip of her tea, snorted, then sputtered, then laughed, “Bruno mi amor.”

“What?!” Isabela breathed, eyes wide with both shock and horror. No more tears fell, though, so he counted it as a win.

“I meant to say that better,” he told her with an apologetic grimace, then shrugged, “b-but uh yeah, my last relationship before Leandra was uh with another man.”

“It’s true,” Leandra nodded, pulling Isabela’s eyes to her, “Bruno is attracted to both men and women, something that I, your Mama, and Pepa know and accept.”

There was a long pause, then Isabela simply asked, “Am I that obvious?”

“No,” Leandra and Bruno both said, her with a casual shrug and him with uncertainty. Most things weren’t obvious to him, at least not when it came to other people and their emotions. Leandra had apparently noticed on her own, but she was good at the whole people thing, so her noticing might not mean anything.

“Then why are you telling me-? How do you know?”

“Amada saw you running away with Vanessa,” Bruno said. This may have been the wrong thing to say because Isabela jolted in her chair a little.

“Which by the way you can do so much better than her,” Leandra interjected, putting a hand on Isabela’s arm, “Amada also said that you seem happiest when you end up with a short woman.”

“Right. Don’t run off with Vanessa, she’s tall,” Bruno chimed in, then because he felt like he might have phrased that weird, “w-what I mean is, don’t run off. You don’t need to. We love you and we always will. No matter who you end up with.”

Isabela stared at him for a few beats and it looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t, she just turned back to her tea and got lost in its depths. Bruno leaned around her to make eye contact with Leandra, he was moderately sure they were too tired to handle this conversation correctly. Leandra examined Isabela with pursed lips then answered his silent question by wobbling her head back and forth; they weren’t doing great, but they weren’t doing horribly either.

He sighed, but settled back into his chair, not completely screwing this up was all he could really ask for. He glanced at Leandra again and saw her also settling into her seat. It would seem the plan was to just sit with Isabela for as long as she needed.

“We’re rooting for you and the short woman, by the way,” Bruno said out of the corner of his mouth after he had finished his second cup of tea and topped Leandra off.

Isabela briefly smiled, then frowned, then sighed yet again. She continued to contemplate whatever it was she was contemplating.

Leandra got up when they’d finished off the tea and put the pot in the sink, then got out the shortbread and coconut cookies and put them down on the table. Isabela grabbed one, a coconut cookie, then took one bite and held it in her hand on the table.

The clock had never sounded so loud.

“You’re attracted to both men and woman?” Isabela suddenly asked, when Bruno was in the middle of trying to judge if that was pre-dawn light in the window, or lantern glow from the village.

“I uh yeah- well, it’s technically a little more complicated than that.”

She turned her head minutely towards him so she could watch him out of the corner of her eye, she didn’t say anything else and he took her silence to mean he should elaborate.

“Um, I have to know them first, b-before I can be attracted to them,” he said, “a-and the man or woman part doesn’t seem to be uh, that important? It’s not really a factor in the equation I guess? It’s about what type of person they are. A-all of my um… romantic people have been confident and uh accepting of my you know, well, everything and sorta flirty I guess you would say.”

“We’ve all been the sort who will make the first move,” Leandra offered.

“Yes, that, they’ve all been better at making the first move than me,” Bruno nodded.

“So I might just need to get to know a guy better to like him?”

Bruno paused, examining Isabela, “Have uh have you ever…?”

“Isa, mija, have you ever felt attraction for a boy? Any boy?”

“Well, no, b-but that could just be because I haven’t met any of them that are my type,” Isabela said with wide eyes and a slow shrug, “all of the- um a-all of the girls I’ve had crushes on have been uh a certain way. And I can’t think of any boys who are that way, so maybe I just need to meet one!”

“Um, I don’t know if you’re taking away the right message here,” Bruno said slowly.

But there was no derailing the train Isabela had hopped onto, “I can still get married and have kids that can carry the miracle, I just need to meet the right guy.”

“Well, sure, that’s certainly-, we’ll love you no matter who you end up with, and if you end up with a man and a traditional life and you’re happy that way, we’ll be happy for you,” Leandra started to say, “but it sort of sounds like-.”

“Gracias Tio Bruno! Gracias Tia Leandra,” Isabela stood and kissed them both on the cheek, then she shoved the cookie in her mouth and threw back her long-since cold tea, “I should get my beauty sleep though.”

She left without another word, despite Bruno trying to tell her, “Liking both is definitely possible, but it’s ok if you only like-. And she’s gone.”

“Well,” Leandra sighed, “at least she probably isn’t going to run away now.”

He grunted then looked back at the window, that was definitely pre-dawn light, “Let’s try to get some sleep, m-maybe we can try talking to her again when we’re uh well rested.”

Leandra nodded, pushing herself away from the table. Silently they cleaned up the cookies together then trudged back to bed. When they were under the covers he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his face to her shoulder.

“Should we tell Julieta?” Leandra murmured.

“Not without Isabela’s permission,” Bruno said.

“Hm, makes sense,” she turned her head so her cheek was leaned against his forehead, “just worry we’re not going to get through to her.”

“Si, might be a bit out of our depth.”

“Si.”

They drifted off, and managed to get in a whole two more hours of sleep.

[robynleefaryna]

It's so foggy - this picture doesn't do it justice.

[jisunghannie]

Under the Influence

PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Swearing, Use of the name jagi/jagiya, pet names, unprotected sex, mentions of drugging, mentions of needles/injections, virgin!reader, mentions of a beaten bloody body, soft!dom Chan, praise

SUMMARY: You had had a debt to pay back Hyunjin. Chan, taking an interest in you, decided to have fun. When he became a prey in a web he spun. Lets just say, being close to your client isn't such a good idea.

WORD COUNT: 4,031

A/N:

This is not proofread! You can get sneak peeks of that piece and other pieces of my works on @mr-hanjisung ! Also, apologies if there are grammar mistakes or anything, I hope you guys enjoy this piece!

Sorry for such the long wait! I'm really trying to get more content out but school is so stressful. Hopefully you guys enjoy this piece. The next part of the series won't take as long!!

Taglist: @annybah @softkisshyunjin @queenmea604 @hyunmikim @stayceebs97 @boi-bi-ahaha @lilinaskzz

“Cut the crap y/n.” Seungmin said as you caressed your cheek. “I’m telling the fucking truth.” You spat out as Hyunjin sat in his chair. “Let's get one thing straight.” He said unrolling his legs, “You borrowed our money. You weren't able to pay it back in the required time. Not to mention, pissed off our leader pretty well.” He said, laughing. Just then right on cue, the rest of the mafia came in.

You noticed Changbin's messy hair, knowing well that he worked well with his sex appeal. Which is why you refused to work with him and why you worked with Hyunjin. You watched as Jisung ran his fingers through his hair, his sweat noticeable, his arms covered in scratch scars. You saw how Felix now held a syringe, full. You must've looked horrified because Jeongin laughed.

“How cute, you're actually scared?” Jeongin cooed as you looked at Lee Know as he whispered something in Chan's ear.

How did you even end up like this?

Chan smiled and then nodded his head. But at what? You wondered. Then you felt a pinch in your shoulder. You turned to see Felix injecting you with the very syringe you saw him with. “Don't worry, it's just a sedative.” He reassured you as he took out the needle. You wanted to argue back but your body immediately didn't want to cooperate with you. “It's effective immediately. Amazing isn't it?” He asked as Hyunjin nodded.

“Shall we leave her here?” Seungmin asked Chan as Chan nodded. “Let her stay here for a bit until she realizes her dire circumstances.” He said as they all hummed in response, leaving the room. Your mind was foggy and you were in a daze. But next thing you knew, you were passed out in the corner.

When you woke up, you didn't know how much time passed because there were no windows where you were at but your head hurt and you felt horrible. You rubbed your eyes trying to look around for anything to help you.

Your vision was blurred and your mind was still foggy from the drug but you saw someone and walked to them for help. You grabbed his shoulders and reached to his collar. “Help me please…” You pleaded as you heard a chuckle. “Keep your hands to yourself.” The voice said. You removed your hands and stood up. “Please help me, I’ll do anything. Anything, to get out.” You told the voice as the voice laughed. You were confused as you could finally notice some things about the silhouette.

The silhouette was definitely male. The voice and how his shoulders felt. The silhouette was vaguely familiar. Strangely, you feel like you’ve heard his voice somewhere.

“Goodness, you don’t know who I am?” He asked, pulling your wrist down, making you kneel before him, looking up at him as if you were worshiping a god. “Open your fucking eyes,” He said sternly. “Before you decide to touch me again.” He said, his accent extremely familiar. Then it hit you, “Chan..?” You asked as he chuckled, “Who else would come down here alone?” He said as your vision finally cleared up, realizing what kind of position you were in.

You were on your knees, looking up at him as he glared down at you as if he was someone of power looking down upon you.

Which he does hold power against you. You knew that.

You tried to look down, but when you did you saw how close your face was to his pants. You blushed and got up immediately. He smirked, “I didn’t know you were that desperate to get out y/n.” He retorted as you shook your head. “It’s not like that…” You said, backing up, until he got up and started to walk to you slowly.

Then your back hit the wall. He got closer and grabbed your wrists once again. It didn’t hurt, it was just very firm. Then, he pinned them over your head, causing you to turn away, scared of what would come next. You were barely 20, you didn’t want to give yourself up all over some debt. You then felt Chan’s breath up against your ear, your heart beating faster, unsure if it was because you were horrified or because you were feeling bashful.

He then kissed your cheek.

“Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything.” He whispered as he released you causing you to slide against the wall and fall to the floor. “At least, not yet.” He said, looking down at you once again. “But I will admit, you look lovely in a position looking up at me.” He told you as he chuckled and walked out.

Your heart raced with thoughts pulsing through your mind. You didn't know what to think when he walked out of the room.

You didn't know how much time passed but the next thing you knew Jisung came down and blindfolded you. You then felt him pull you up into another room. It felt like you guys were walking forever.

“Our boss has a proposal for you but it's up to you if you want to take it.” Jisung said as you exhaled slowly. You wondered what the proposal was as Jisung finally took off your blindfold. You were faced eyes-to-eyes with Chan.

You didn't know why but something about his appearance was different. He looked more soft and innocent. He wasn't cold and brooding. His hair was wavy, the wavy curls must've added the effect. But you had noticed that he had taken off his “edgy” glasses and jewelry. Which added more to the innocent look.

“What, you just gonna keep staring?” He asked as you shook your head and took a seat. “So Hyunjin still wants his money, and you want to be freed. So tell you what, either you can work with us and pay back Hyunjin the money, quit, and swear all this to the grave. Or we can kill you right here and now.” He stated simply as he gave you a smug smirk. “The choice is yours.”

You were tempted to choose the former option but if it became too much you might've wanted the latter option.

“Give me about another week.” You told him as he chuckled, standing up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Don't think you get that luxury… you don't get it, you'll have tonight and tomorrow. If you don't decide on it tomorrow. At noon…” He traced his hand on your nape. “You're dead…” He said simply, as chills ran down your spine. You didn't know what to do but you knew to just nod your head and shut up.

As you were taken back to the place you were at before meeting Chan you wondered if you could appeal to him differently.

Even if it meant swallowing your pride.

The next day you awoke sleeping on a bed?

“You're awake.” A familiar voice said, as you turned to look at who said it. It was Chan. “I have a different proposal for you.” He said, looking at the rainfall hitting the glass window. He was in a black robe, his wavy curls, wet and tight, his posture, stern yet relaxed, as he held his wine glass.

“You see,” He turned to face you, “I have to go to this mafia party. I have to bring my crew along with…” He looked repulsed for a minute and looked away, “My spouse.” He said as he walked closer to you. “The lady who was originally my pretend wife canceled on me because she didn't like the atmosphere and I told her simply to pay me back the prices that I spent on her as my “wife”. Yet she didn't.” He said, taking his seat, “What a shame to her.” He said as he shook his head.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked bluntly as he chuckled. “For your debt to be paid in full, you just have to pretend to be my wife. Of course, being a mobster's wife is dangerous but…” He then got up and stood in front of you, lifting your chin up to face him. “You’ll do perfectly.” He said as you pushed his hand away. “If you think I'll take this damn offer you got another thing coming Chan.” You said standing up as he gazed into your eyes. “Do you, really, wanna continue and go there y/n?” He asked, this time even closer to you.

If he were to get any closer, you would've been skin to skin with him. Touching his arms and possibly entangled with a kiss. And maybe even-

“That's what I thought.” He said cutting off your train of thought. “I'll see you tonight jagi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “Here's my card, go buy the perfect dress, make sure it has a slit.” He told you as you side-eyed him. “Why specifically a slit in the dress?” You asked. “For the sex appeal?” You retorted as he chuckled. “Full of jokes, are we now?” He smiled, “No, it's so if in any case we need to defend ourselves.” He said as he kissed your left hand, looking at it, “Go get a ring. Make sure the ring looks expensive.” He said as he released your hand and left. You fell back onto the couch, leaving your legs feeling like jelly.

You went with Jisung and Jeongin. Why them out of all people? Jisung and Jeongin looked innocent and sweet. Jisung was a great actor and could get a cheaper or even free deal for an item as Jeongin was great at passive-aggressive intimidation to scare people into getting things you wanted. Was it wrong to choose them for your benefit? A little, but you weren’t complaining. You saw the most perfect dress, and of course, another girl wanted the dress.

“Hey, I actually wanted to buy this dress.” You told her blatantly as she gave you an ugly look. “Look, I’m not in a good mood and I really don’t want to be tested today.” She said, snapping her fingers, bringing two men to her side, looking like bodyguards. “Do you even know who I am?” She asked you as you laughed, “Bitch.” You said, snapping your fingers as Jisung and Jeongin walked by you and stood by your side, staring her and her bodyguards down. “Do you know who I am?” You asked as she furrowed her brows, walking off. “You’ll regret this mobster.” She spat, walking away.

You exhaled deeply not believing what you just did, as Jisung and Jeongin looked at you and smiled. “That was certainly something. You sounded like a mobster's wife or daughter for sure.” Jisung said, “Maybe even a mobster itself.” Jeongin said as you shook your head. “Anyway, let's just buy this dress and go look at rings.” You told them as they nodded, following you along.

When you went back, Chan left you with a note on his desk saying,

‘Be back later lover, I have a hair and makeup crew coming within 5 minutes. - Chan 3:30 pm’

You checked the time and it was 3:34 pm, and as if on cue, the minute it hit 3:35 pm a crew walked in and set up everything. Sitting you down and getting to work before 3:40.

Chan returned at 5 pm getting his outfits tailored, his makeup and hair done, and once he was done he went to find you.

He opened the door, to see you in the most tight-fitted, black dress. Of course, it had a slit, as Chan requested. You had black, silk gloves that reached your elbows, a beautiful ring that sat on your left ring finger, over your glove. Your hair was pinned up in a bun, simple black heels to match alongside your black chiffon shawl. Your neck, adorned with the same gems that were on your ring.

You turned to him and walked over to him. “I didn't know that mafia wives needed so much weaponry on them.” You said as he laughed, pulling you in, “How many do you have on you?” He asked as you shook your head. “Too many… one in my hair, I have one attached to a garter on my thigh, a gun concealed under my skirt-” He then covered your mouth. “I get it. Just stop talking and let's go lover.” He said, and oh my god, the way it rolled off his tongue.

You guys then went into probably the most expensive car you've ever seen in person. Before you could reach to open the car door, Chan held your hand and opened the door for you. “A lady should never have to open a door.” He said, kissing your hand, leading you in the car. “Thank you.” You said pulling your hand away, trying not to get attached, as this was nothing more than a job.

The next few minutes were awkward as you guys sat in silence. Chan then broke the silence by saying, “Alright, does everyone know what they are doing in this mission?” He asked as you shook your head, “I'm sorry? Everyone? Mission? Surely I'm not a part of it.” You laughed out, hoping that he was talking to everyone but you. He then chuckled, “Oh my dear, you have the most important job.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “You have to go and court the heir who's running this party.” He told you as you shook your head. “I can't.” You said as Jisung spoke up, “You got what it takes. I've seen it.” Minho then chuckled, “Yeah, you have all of us too.” Jeongin then smiled at you, “Agreed.”

Felix then handed you a box full of filled syringes. “This is the same drug I used to drug you with the first time we met. If you use this after you court him, we should be able to collect him for ransom.” Felix said as you nodded still not believing that you are really going to do this.

Once you guys had arrived Chan placed a hand on your back. “He's the one so make sure you get him.” He told you as the clenched your fists tight. “Understood.” You whispered as he chuckled.

Throughout the party, he was flocking from woman to woman.

‘God, what a womanizer.’

You thought as Chan talked to you through the tiny earpiece you had on. “Hey jagi, you need to get a move on him quickly.” He told you. “I'm going in now.” You replied as he watched.

“Hey.” You said plainly as he eyed you up and down. “Ladies, can you give us some space?” He asked, more demanding as they left. “Hey there beautiful.” He said as you giggled. “Care for a drink?” You asked as he nodded. He snapped his fingers and brought over two glasses and poured wine into them. “Don't you think the stars look lovely from the view?” He asked as you turned to look at them. “Yes, indeed.” You replied and he held your hand and kissed it gently, “Not as lovely as you though.” He said as you smirked. “Glad to hear.” You said amused as he held up his glass. “Cheers to you lovely lady.” He said as you lifted your glass, making eye contact with him, “Cheers to me, the lovely lady.” You said as your glasses clinked and you guys drank the drinks.

You then heard Chan's voice through your ear piece, “Don't drink it!” But it was too late. You already did. You looked at him and mouthed, ‘I know what I'm doing.’ However 5 minutes later you were light-headed and the last thing you knew was the heir you were courting was picking you up and walking off.

When you awoke, the heir was beaten to a bloody pulp and taken out. As Chan looked at you.

“My goodness jagi…” He purred, looking you up and down. “At least he knows how to dress you.” He said as you realized that you were now in fully black, laced lingerie. Your face immediately flushed as you looked at Chan, licking his lips. “Unless you wore it underneath?” He retorted as you shook your head. “I have to admit…” He said twirling your now let loose hair, “You look… absolutely… breathtaking…” He said getting closer and closer to your ear. You tried to move but soon realized that you were under restraints.

“Why don't I get a reward for how hard I worked? That is, if you would let me..?” He asked as you looked at him. “You think I would?” You asked him angrily wondering why he would even ask that. “Yes, because after all.” He then got closer to your ear. “I know deep down somewhere, you secretly want me to.” He told you as you blushed.

“So? Is that a yes jagi?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “How much longer are you going to keep denying me..?” He whispered once again. God, his voice sounded so sweet but you knew that he didn't have innocent intentions. Still, and shockingly, you nodded subtly as he chuckled.

“Adorable…” He said, kissing your cheek. “I'm gonna go ahead and continue, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” He told you as you shook your head, “Do you know how dangerous it is?” You asked him as he shrugged unbuttoning his tight-fitted button up shirt. “And? I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger.” You bit your lip and you closed your eyes. You heard him chuckle.

“Can't handle seeing a bit of eye-candy?” He teased as you shook your head. You then felt your chin get tugged forward as you opened your eyes, seeing his bare chest in front of you. “My eyes are up here.” He said lifting your chin higher to look at him. You gulped, taking in how truly dominating he was.

His lips curved into a smirk as they kissed down your body, kissing your stomach.

You whined a hum as Chan smirked against your skin. “That sounded very inviting…” He teased kissing to your left inner thigh, licking and kissing it gently as he massaged small circles to your right side. You blushed and tried to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans, as your wrists were cuffed in your restraints still.

“Channie… release me out of these restraints..!” You whisper-yelled as he licked his lips, looking back up at you. “Oh?” He hummed as he moved your panties, causing you to squirm feeling the light breeze. He smirked at the sight, “You're so wet jagi…” He said as he looked back at you. “What did you need again?” He asked as you sighed and the minute you opened your mouth, you had squealed, your eyes widening, feeling Chan's fingers inside, stretching you out.

This time, you bit your lip once again as he smirked, making the pace of his fingers faster. “Jagiya… tell me what you wanted…” He said as he began to move them faster. You had thought you lost your mind. It was full of lust and you wanted more. You couldn't even think right. “You have 5 seconds.” He told you as you threw your head back, feeling a knot in your stomach.

“5…” You felt yourself get tighter around him as he continued to increase his pace. “4…” You slowly felt the knot untying inside. “3…” Now you didn't know if your body obeyed you anymore, you began to moan for more. “2…” You could see Chan's smirk once he said 2. “And 1…” You were close, so fucking close. Until he pulled out his fingers. Feeling your euphoric pleasure go away you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Remove these restraints.” You demanded as he licked his fingers, the same fingers he was just pumping inside you with. “Since when do you give orders?” He asked as you huffed, now sensitive and not caring much about your dignity now. He's seen your most sensitive and hidden area. What's more to hide now?

“Please… that feeling… that euphoria… I need it… I want it… please… I'll be good I promise…” You begged as he hummed in response. “Look who learned to be a good girl…” He said as he removed the restraints on you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he chuckled softly, picking you up.

“I don't think this heir keeps condoms-”

“Just do it raw.”

Chan looked at you and furrowed his brows. “Do it like what now?” He asked in confusion as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Just do it raw.” You said again as he sighed, “Do you know how dangerous-”

“What happened to ‘I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger’ hmm?” You told him as he held you speechless and then chuckled.

“Don't say I didn't warn you.” He said as you rolled your eyes.

He placed you on the bed as he unbuttoned his trousers. His shirt was already off, and now that you were looking at him. He was very attractive. Like dangerously attractive. He then cleared his throat and you looked at his face. “Shall we continue?” He asked as you could see a small spot that was wet, probably from action you guys had earlier.

You chuckled and nodded. He then grabbed you a few pillows and set you up properly as he took off his underwear, letting you notice how hard he was.

“Remember, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” You nodded as you prepared yourself to take him in.

Then, you felt him inside, once you did, you grabbed onto his shoulders. He hummed as he heard you squirm under him. “I'll give you a moment, then I'll move.” He said as you nodded.

After what seemed like forever, Chan began to move, increasing his pace with each thrust. You held onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. He chuckled as you felt his hot breath against your ear.

“Better than my fingers isn't it?” He asked, sounding more like a statement but nonetheless you quietly moaned and whined.

“Nobody will hear us, just… let yourself go…” He told you as you shook your head no. He scoffed as he increased his speed, putting his index and middle finger near your mouth. “Open and suck.” He demanded as you complied.

You could feel him hitting every single spot. He enjoyed every minute of it. You could feel him smile against your shoulder as he kissed the back of your neck gently. It sent chills down your spine as you arched your back. You heard him groan as if he was caught off guard.

“I’m close… really fucking close…” He groaned out as you were now drooling, saliva coming out of your mouth and onto his fingers. “Did I fuck you dumb..?” He asked now out of breath as he felt you clench around him. He knew you came. He could feel your insides hug him close as if wanting him to release inside as he took a deep breath in.

“I can’t… I need to cum outside so we don’t risk it.” He told you as you nodded. He removed his fingers from your mouth and slowly pulled out, jacking off and cumming on your stomach. “You are so cute when you are being so demanding.” He chuckled as he relished the sight of you painted in his cum.

He then kissed you and hugged you close. “What if you were to actually become my spouse? That'll be your payment to Hyunjin.” He said, joking about that being your payment and not joking that you two should get married. But you were already fast asleep.

He looked at you sleeping and chuckled. “Hopefully you accept my proposal.” He said as he held your hand and held you close, relaxing and enjoying the moment before you woke up and slapped him.

[falling-star-cygnus]

Can you do a Billy Kid story where he catches a computer virus that causes him to simulate the symptoms of the common cold?

YES I CAN <333

@purplewillowsofthemist had a similar request, so I hope this is to both your tastes!!

...ugh..

Why do my limbs feel so heavy...?

The waking world came like a flashbang to his senses, with all the colors stabbing through his video processors like needles. Did someone mess with his settings again..? Turn them up too high?

It hurt to think.

And yet... it seemed to be the only thing that Billy was capable of at the moment. The effort it was taking to come back online scared him a little- a lot, actually. Was his battery dying? Was he dying!?

What happened? Where am I..? Wasn't I.. on a mission?

The mission!

Bits and pieces of his last waking hours begin to filter through, each snapshot sending painful waves through his circuits like one of Nicole's scolding hits.

Entering the Hollow with their client..

The Ethereals being easier to fight off for some reason.

Celebrating... suspicion..

Anby's swords fizzling out..

Nothing.

P a i n.

"...e.. omin- line?" …they sounded familiar. Worried, though, they shouldn't sound worried. None of his friends should sound like that ever.

"...ot su..."

Small, cold hands gently touched his face. Familiar hands, with chewed fingernails and callouses.

"Ther- ..aw.. low!"

This time, Billy could vaguely feel clawed fingertips clutching onto his jacket. It still hurt to even consider fighting through the static that seemed intent on blanketing him..

But if his friends were worried...

"Bi-..y!" "...-ly!" "Billy?"

The final nail in his coffin of awareness comes in the form of a manicured hand threading through synthetic hair and guiding his aching head up on something soft, "Billy ...-ake up, right now!"

He finally manages to crack his eyes open, and keep them open, as he takes in the blurry forms around him.

Nekomata was clutching at his arm, probably causing little tears in the leather of his jacket- not that he minded too much, it could be fixed- Anby was practically nose to nose with him, her amber eyes tracking... something.. and Nicole was...

Letting him rest on her lap?

Oh Starlight Knights, he really was dying, wasn't he?

The manicured hand in his hair smacks him- but, gently. More like a tap, if anything.

"Don't even joke about that! You're not dying, Billy."

Oh! That was nice to know. Boss wouldn't lie to him.

"...he's really out of it, huh? Meow.."

Those calloused hands on his face pat his forehead consolingly and Billy's foggy brain finally connects them to Anby. It was sort of nice to be touched like this, actually, even if he was in pain. It'd been a while since he'd had a hug.

"Billy..."

The hands on him twitch slightly, like a flinch, before pressing closer. More solidly establishing their presence.

Was he talking out loud?

"Oh... yeah, yeah you are, Billy." Oh. Wait- Manager!?

The static in his head spikes suddenly, and it makes it impossible to catch any of the following conversation. He can barely even question when Phaethon had shown up. Or- the siblings went by a different name now, didn't they?

"-r... t's- ourse."

It was getting harder to catch words, again..

"...recover.. f- ..ays."

Something cold presses against his forehead, the too bright too hazy surroundings dim. Was he powering off again..? He didn't want to be alone...

"It's ok... " It was?

"We'll be- ..ere.. wh- ..wake up."

...promise?

"Promise."

ok... Billy's eyes slip shut.

The Boss wouldn't lie to him, after all.

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lmk if you liked it!! and what should i do next :D