#please don’t look too into this I just didn’t necessarily agree

[lehaniixd]

Ok while I’m not necessarily disagreeing with anything you say, as an avid fanon sans hater (read as: when written horribly) there are parts I sorta wanna expand on more???

First off, with the “fanon vs opposite of fanon sans” I think it’s more of just the interpretations you come across in fanon, like how there are good and bad parts of a fandom.

-“Also it usually is... almost gross? It's not being an edgelord to be distraught over your brother, who you cared for more than the world”

I’m not hating on any way of writing sans (and tbh other than when I dip my toe beans in Underjumble to write I don’t really engage with the fandom anymore so this could not even be that big of a problem anymore) but a lot of the time people write sans to be OOC when dealing with the loss of paps in geno— almost childishly in a way? Like he’s sad than angry and just immediately wants to fight & murder us as revenge, but he doesn’t do that, be waits for practically the entire underground being dead before taking action, and not in the “crying, eyelights blazing” way but calm and collected— and if my memory serves me correct— other than the beginning and end of the fight he doesn’t really mention papyrus.

(And in my thought process, when dealing with papyrus’s death sans doesn’t really “care” about paps dying because he knows he’ll get Papyrus back, except in geno in which he realizes there won’t be any RESET, at the end everything will just be deleted, and thus he tries to stop you in boss battle)

-“Dirty brother killer isn't cringe fanon. It's a literal line.”

Dirty brother killer is a cool line when used tastefully, it’s often not.

-“fanon can just be someone writing the sad or adoring aspect only but... is that so wrong?”

It isn’t! In fact, that’s what I love about fanon! When writing sans angst or papyrus angst it’s given that you naturally focus on the sad parts and all that jazz. It isn’t wrong. But when they overdo it on the sadness and/or adoration without giving sans any depth is when fanon sans gets bad rep.

(An example I like to use with this goes a bit into the AUs, with Underswap Sans representation. With the fanon separation of “Blue” and “Swap”. Blue lacking much depth into his character, basically being a fanon Papyrus redo, while Swap is the in-depth version, still keeping his personality, just not overdoing it, just going more into the possibilities with his character.)

-“Canon is so repulsed by fanon that they make a new character that doesn't care about his brother,”

Okay now i sorta have to disagree with you on this part here. Love and care can be shown in a plethora of different ways. Love sometimes can just be known, not explicitly said, as is the case with many siblings. Me and my brother aren’t really big on touchy touchy part on, but it’s understood that we’d always be there for each other, we’d support each other always. Like, yeah we fight, but we care. Same goes with my elder sister. She really doesn’t like hugs and shit, sometimes I’d have to beg her to give me a fucking high five, but she has supported me through tough times, gave me advice and all that jazz, and it’s understood we love each other and will be there for each other through thick and thin, even if it isn’t shown. Kinda rambled there, but my point is, even if you can’t see it, sans does care about papyrus. And shock factor is a major part of dealing with death, the amount of times I’ve known people who seemed uncaring over death of a loved one mainly stems from the fact it “doesn’t seem real” because they were literally just fine yesterday. I know it probably doesn’t apply to the situation you end up here, and yes, I agree, if sans literally just shrugs and says “whatever”, then yeah, obviously he doesn’t care, but I’m also saying just because sans isn’t bawling over Papyrus’s death and stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, of-fucking-corse he cares it’s his brother? Hello?

-“[“canon” Sans] doesn't have an inkling of depression,”

Depression is shown in different ways. Sayori, DDLC, prime example. Again, just because sans is sad doesn’t mean he isn’t depressed. Sans, as we known him, literally always smiles. And seems to “not care”. Just because it isn’t mentioned in this specific situation doesn’t mean he isn’t (in some interpretations) fucking depressed. For example, just because Sans’s left-handedness isn’t being mentioned doesn’t mean he’s suddenly right handed or something, it just wasn’t specified (Note: This is is a gross generalization, and an example. I am in no way comparing what hand someone writes with to depression).

-“and just in general makes him so much more of a flat, uninteresting, boring character that is comic relief once in a while”

And with this, I repeat what you said earlier, is this so wrong? Especially in fics where sans’ POV isn’t written or he isn’t the MC, it usually comes across this way, it’s what makes him so infuriating, what makes him mysterious, it’s what makes him Sans. Just because sans isn’t having a bad day that day, doesn’t mean it’s a bad representation of him.

Anyhow, this is just my two cents on the matter, Sans can be a good character when written correctly, but everyone’s bound to do something someone doesn’t like, especially in writing. Either way of sans isn’t wrong, just catering to one side of the fandom more than the other. “Fanon” vs. “canon” is still here, just “fanon” is a very broad spectrum, how close it is to “canon” depends on the person!

And personally, I like the more aloof version of him anyways

Fanon vs canon for Sans isn't really... what it says. It's more fanon vs opposite of fanon. Fanon is usually much more like Sans, just people hate it. Hell, I've seen fanon vs canon where fanon is literally what canonically happens.

Also it usually is... almost gross? It's not being an edgelord to be distraught over your brother, who you cared for more than the world (which is canon throughout his text, Toriel even teases him for it!!!) and it's so tiring. Dirty brother killer isn't cringe fanon. It's a literal line. You guys want to be in undertale but you hate parts of it so you bully people who use canon stuff. (not referenced to the reader inherently)

Of course, fanon can just be someone writing the sad or adoring aspect only but... is that so wrong? People have talents and prefer reading things. Sometimes people see so much of his goofiness and it's fun but they create content to go deeper into the other sides. Some just can't pull it off. Many acknowledge that he has more sides to him; just like how people who make content of his goofy side only, it doesn't undermine that other aspect.

Canon isn't canon. Canon is so repulsed by fanon that they make a new character that doesn't care about his brother, doesn't have an inkling of depression, and just in general makes him so much more of a flat, uninteresting, boring character that is comic relief once in a while, but in general isn't a bigger character, then anything fanon has ever done.

[luveline]

hiya jadey! A hotchner!reader x spencer request for you <3 Maybe Spencer comes home a little tense/snappy from a case and reader misinterprets it as anger towards her so she starts clesning and catering to what she thinks Spencer needs so he isn’t angry at her anymore? (even thought he never was.)

She sort of regresses into what she did when her adoptive parents weren’t pleased with her :(

love you love you love you superstar!

i love u <3 | fem, 1k

cw past emotional abuse

The door to Spencer’s apartment closes with a distinct clunk. Certainly shut too hard. 

It sends a horrible feeling deep into the very pit of your stomach. Like you could cry, then and there. You frown at the odd feeling and stand to shake it off. 

Spencer’s home. 

“Hey,” you say, calling without seeing him, making your way into the living room from his kitchen to find him at the door. 

His bag looks heavier than usual on a slouched shoulder, his hair puffy. He must’ve showered before they flew back into Virginia and air-dried his short curls. He drops his bag on the floor, scrubbing his face, nose and eyes screwed up tightly as his glasses push up to his forehead.

“You okay?” you ask.

His face flickers. “Fine.” 

It’s not the greeting you’d wanted. Maybe you’re egotistical or something but you’d at least expected a hug. He’s the one who invited you over, surely he wants to see you?

The queasy feeling worsens. 

You give him a little kiss on the cheek to test the waters. “Missed you.” 

“Yeah, I missed you too.” 

You aren’t convinced. Spencer rubs his face again, trudging to the couch to lay down. 

You send yourself into a tailspin. Looking around the apartment, you can see why he’s unhappy. You left your cup on the coffee table, your handbag on the armrest, there’s so much to clean up and put away. 

His silence means you did something wrong. 

He asked you to be there. He left you the key. But maybe he didn’t really want you there after all. 

When you were younger, you’d get home from school, and a half hour later your father’s car would park in the driveway. You’d get this feeling, then, a tenseness, not necessarily fear but anticipation. Some days it wouldn’t matter, and most days he’d come through the door like a animal to be coaxed into softness. You’d convince him to be angry at something else. Enable his fury, agree with every word he said. 

Smiling, calmed, he’d walk into a spotless kitchen and find a pan soaking in the sink. I just wish you’d have some fucking consideration, he’d say. Or, Really? Or he’d sigh like he couldn’t believe it and slam a cabinet door. 

Nothing was right. You weren’t worth any patience.

“Dove?” 

You peek around the doorway again, your tidying having taken you to the kitchen to wash your cup. “Yeah?” you say. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Just– just cleaning up.” 

“It’s fine. It’s clean, don’t worry about it.” He frowns at you. “Are you okay?” 

“‘Course.” 

His frown deepens. Spencer only ever frowns when he’s confused. When he’s upset he tends to press his lips together in an accidental pout, and when he’s angry, he’s stony. Spencer’s good at profiling because it’s his job. You learned it at home. Seeing anger in things most of all. 

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” you ask, wiping your hands on your shirt. “Sorry, I should’ve asked how the case was. It was tough, right? It– I mean, they’re all tough.” You smile as you sit on the couch beside him, one leg tucked underneath you. 

He shakes his head. “I’ve missed something. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

“You’re not acting like yourself.” 

“Sorry.” You wince. “I thought you were having a bad day?” 

“I am. Or, I was.”

Spencer holds out his hand. When you take it, he pulls you toward him with the care of someone who knows what it’s like to be startled, shuffling toward one another to be knee to knee. He holds your arm like it’s all of you, pressing you to his chest. 

For a while, you just sit there. Quiet, almost silent, the apartment rests around you. Spencer frowns at your hand as he draws lines up and down your arm, but slowly his frown softens, and you realise your stress has faded with it. Spencer isn’t angry. And if he were, it’s not with you. 

“Sorry I shut the door hard when I came in,” he says. 

You feel caught. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Today was really bad, I got into it with Emily and the case… I don’t know. But coming home to you…” 

Spencer curls your fingers over his hand and presses them to the underside of his chin. 

“Thank you for coming over,” he says. “Did you eat?” 

You can’t help smiling, turning your hand slowly to cup his cheek, to hold him still. “I was waiting for you.” 

“Well, you decide and I’ll go pick it up.” 

“I can’t come with you?” 

“Do you want to?” He turns into your touch, glasses pushed against his eye, his lashes on the lense. 

You take back your hand. “Sure.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we’ll walk. It’ll be nice, the weather’s not too bad.” 

“You feel okay?” he asks. 

“Worried about me?” 

“What your brother might do to me,” he says, nodding into the joke. Then he cracks just as quickly and tugs you in to hug you sideways. “Worried about how I made you feel.” 

It wasn’t Spencer’s fault, but you don’t want to talk about it anymore. You push up taller than him to encircle his head and neck, pressing your nose into the soft crop of his hair. He squeezes the small of your back with similar gusto. “Got my wires crossed,” you mumble. 

”Want me to uncross them?” 

You say, Please, and Spencer pushes you away from him to put your arms firmly on the right sides of you, uncrossing you, and kissing you on the nose. 

[moonstruckme]

Mae I have a lil request idea! Can I please get any of the boys with a gf whose inexperienced and she's super stressed about having sex (I just started being open to the idea of dating but I haven't been with anyone in 3+ years and I'm scared/nervous about sex now like what if they hate my body?? Or I suck??)

Thank you for requesting angel <3

cw: smut mdni, body insecurities, reader isn’t a virgin necessarily but is inexperienced

James Potter x afab!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’re trying very hard not to think. To get swept up like you’ve heard you’re supposed to, and in fairness James is doing a very fine job of sweeping you. He’s all strong hands and wet mouth moving over the slopes of your face, your neck, your sides. He’s got your shirt off on one side to expose your shoulder, and you think it’s only a matter of time before the rest follows.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles. It’s believable when he sounds like this, almost drunk, like he can’t lift his lips from you for one second to get it out right.

You burrow your fingers in the curls at the back of his head and try to let yourself be swept. Your body reacts in all the right ways. You gasp, you arch, you throb. You feel the muscles of James’ back, let the friction of his knee between your thighs send electric frissions coursing through you. You relish the warmth of every point of contact and tell yourself that all is going perfectly.

It’s not enough. When James undoes your trousers and his fingers brush the fabric of your underwear, your head is all alarm bells.

You try to enjoy yourself through their wailing. It feels nice, the way he’s touching you. But oh god, what if he cares that you didn’t shave? Do adult men want a bare vagina? Or what if James wouldn’t like it bare, but what you have is too much for him? Is there a universally agreed upon pubic hair length you don’t know about?

The rest of your body is a whole other thing. James calls you beautiful, but he hasn’t seen all of you. What if he takes your clothes off and he doesn’t think so anymore? You know he’d never say anything cruel, but he’s still human, he can think it.

You don’t know what you’re doing. There are so many ways this could go wrong. Even if he’s fine with your body, you could still be too boring or try too hard or be too loud or too quiet or not move right. You could break his dick. There’s no way he’ll want to see you again after that. Not even James could be that forgiving. What if you mess all this up because of one stupid night?

Your heart pounds to the beat of what-if, louder and more insistent until you can’t take it.

“James.” You set a hand on his chest.

He makes a low sound, misinterpreting your hesitance as encouragement. His lips part over your shoulder, fingers teasing the elastic of your underwear. Your breath seizes.

“James.” You push a little this time. James takes the hint immediately, pulling back to look at you.

“Hm?” He blinks. You know his vision must be fuzzy, his glasses on the nightstand, but whatever he can see of your face makes his brows pull in and up in the middle of his forehead. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t shave,” you say.

James’ expression relaxes. For a second he looks like he might laugh at you, but presumably your obvious distress keeps him from it. “Okay,” he says, moving his hand a couple inches up from your underwear to run it over your stomach soothingly. “That’s fine, love, I don’t care. I’m a grown-up, I don’t need you to pretend you don’t grow hair.”

This comforts you, but only some.

“I just feel like I need to give you some disclaimers.”

Now James does laugh. It’s just a little one, soft, the way sunlight dapples through the shade of a tree canopy. “You don’t need to disclaim anything.” He kisses you, curved lips against your frowny ones. “But lay it on me, if you want to.”

“I just…” He keeps kissing you, and you speak in between. “Your pasta was really good, but I’m sort of bloated now.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I also don’t have any, like, moves.”

It’s almost a giggle, the thing that vibrates against your lips. “Moves?”

“Yeah. I’m not exactly well versed in all this. I feel like I’m going to fuck it up.”

“Sweetheart.” James says it all warm and heavy, the sort of tone that usually portends him squishing your face in his hands. This time, he only kisses the tip of your nose with sticky fondness. “If you’re nervous, we don’t have to keep going, but none of these are things you need to worry about.”

You touch his wrist, stopping his hand rubbing your stomach. It sits patiently just below your navel.

“I don’t know what to do,” you say, earnest in the way James always manages to draw out of you. “I need a manual. What’s my job?”

“I promise you won’t need a manual,” he says, kissing you again. “Lovely, your only job is to feel good.”

You frown. “That seems sexist.”

“What?” He laughs. “It’s not sexist.”

“It’s not? You have a job and I don’t. Feels sexist to me.”

“I just told you, your job is to feel good. And it’s not sexist.” James’ mouth moves down to your neck. “It’s a beginner’s pass.”

You swallow as he finds a favored spot below your ear. “I just get that this once, then?”

James pauses for a moment. “Well, there’s also the I’m-in-love-with-you pass.”

“Oh?” Your voice is turning breathy. “What’s that one mean?”

“It means you get to do whatever you want, sweetheart.” He kisses that same spot over and over until you think you’ll go mad. “I’ll love it no matter what, because I love you.”

You give in with a soft whimpering sound. James hugs you close like he means to comfort you, and you take your trousers the rest of the way off yourself.

There are no holds barred after that. You let James put his hands or his mouth wherever he likes, and each time he checks in that something is okay you barely have the air to tell him yes. It feels different than you were expecting, different than anyone else in your history or imaginings, hot but gentle and good in a way that transcends what you thought the word to mean before.

James does get your clothes off, eventually, but you’re not alone in that regard. Being vulnerable with him feels more privileged than frightening then. You can’t believe you ever worried that these hands would find fault in you. You’ve never wanted anyone to touch you so badly as you want James to.

“I love you,” you murmur, against his chest, his cheek, into the hollow of his throat.

James says it back a dozen times. When he calls you beautiful, you know he means it.

[willowsnook]

Let me in

Hi! Love your idea for a prompt list. Can I order: A turkey swiss on wheat bread, maybe mike’s way if you feel like it’s fitting for the sandwich?

Joe burrow x bsf!reader

Please don’t leave

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Fall in Cincinnati was something that you loved. The trees changed colors, you could start leaving your windows open, and, of course, Bengals football. Now, you’d never claim that you were a die-hard fan, that was still reserved for your beloved Green Bay Packers, but after 5 years in the city, they were a solid 2nd favorite. Plus, being good friends with the starting quarterback meant you had to root for them. 

You met Joe at a charity event a year after you moved to Ohio. Working for a Cincinnati-specific lifestyle magazine, your recommendations and reviews had made you quite well known in the city. Your strategy was always finding small, hidden gem places, usually family-owned, to review and elevate. This fulfilled your need to make a difference and also get paid to eat food. 

While your job was so public and in the spotlight, you were pretty introverted, which surprised a lot of people. You didn’t necessarily enjoy being the center of attention, focusing more on making those around you shine. This meant that while you were appreciative of being recognized by the community, you hated going to big events; you’d much rather just be writing about them. 

So when the introverted star of Cincinnati joined you in the shadows of an event, the two of you hit it off. Knowing who you were, his PR team had noticed and pitched a content series involving Joe. You spent a whole day with him, going to places he recommended and giving instant reviews. Initially, you were worried about it being awkward because you didn’t know him well, but you both had a blast. Joe was easy to talk to, and he liked that you treated him like anyone else. 

After that, he’d invited you to hang out with his friends several times, and Ja’marr really liked you, insisting that you be added to the friend group. Since then, you’d spent the last couple of years being forced to go to every home Bengals game, but you could also easily force one of them to help you with some kind of content for work. A mutually beneficial friendship you thought. 

Midway through the week, you were back at your apartment, taking pictures of some cookies someone sent you to be considered for an upcoming article you were writing. You snapped the perfect picture just as your phone rang, and you looked over to see it was Joe calling. 

“What’s up?” You said, putting the phone on speaker. 

“I’m bored. Can I come hang?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m doing some work, but I’ll be done soon.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” 

You were used to Joe calling you randomly to hang out, especially when the season was going poorly. One thing you learned in your years of friendship with him was that he didn’t like to be alone, mostly so he didn’t spiral thinking about everything. You were happy to be a friend he could lean on. 

15 minutes later, you heard your front door open and smiled as Joe wandered into the kitchen. He gave you a small squeeze from behind as you leaned over your laptop. 

“Are you doing anything with these?” He asked, and you looked over at the cookies. 

“No, I just got done. Have at it,” you replied, amused as he shoveled one into his mouth. 

“These are pretty good,” he said, swallowing. “But I’ve had better.”

“Hmm,” you thought. “What don’t you like about them?”

“Too grainy,” he said, and you agreed, unable to think of what you were feeling. 

“That’s a good point; I’m using that,” you said, typing it down in your notes. 

“Watch out, I’m going to steal your job,” he joked, and you smirked. 

“Does that mean I get yours?”

“You’d probably do a better job than me right now,” he said, and you frowned, shutting your laptop. 

“You are still a superstar, even when you lose,” you told him earnestly, getting a small smile from him. 

“I think I need you with a headset on to tell me that during the games,” he said, and you laughed. 

“Yeah yeah,” you replied, blushing. “Want to take a walk or something? I need to get out of the house.” 

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The two of you walked down the street and ventured towards the water, chatting about upcoming events and his family coming to visit. You started to get chilly and held your arms briefly before Joe noticed. He pulled his hoodie off with one hand and handed it to you, not even stopping what he was saying. You pulled it on, inhaled the lingering cologne, and sighed. 

“Will you come to dinner with us tomorrow night?” he asked, jolting you back to reality.

“With your parents?” you asked, and he nodded. “Would that not be a little weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” 

“I don't know. I just wouldn’t want them to think we were dating or anything,” you said, confused. Joe frowned at that, but you didn’t have time to analyze it. 

“Ja’marr is coming too,” he said. “You are both my best friends, so I’d like you to meet them.” 

“Okay, if it’s important to you,” you agreed, giving in. Dinner with Joe’s parents. Huh. Sometimes you really didn’t understand why he chose you as a best friend when many people were fighting over it. If only people knew how clingy Mr. Cool was. 

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Ja’Marr picked you up from your place the next night and the two of you headed to dinner. 

“You look nice,” he commented, and you smiled. You and Ja’Marr had a flirty relationship, but nothing had ever come of it. One time, when you were both very drunk in the offseason, you had made out but it didn’t last long with him backing out, saying that Joe was going to kill him. You had just assumed that Joe didn���t want anyone in the friend group dating in case it got messy, which was understandable. With Ja’marr, you were mostly just attracted to him vs. wanting something more. 

“I still feel weird about this whole thing,” you admitted to him and he gave you a lazy smirk. 

“Please, they’ll love you,” he assured you. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about; I’m amazing,” you said, causing him to laugh. “I just think it’s weird and intimate. Like if my parents were in town, yeah, maybe I wouldn’t mind them meeting you guys at the game or to celebrate in a group after. But I wouldn’t invite you for a small dinner.” 

Ja’Marr gave you a look you couldn’t decipher before laughing to himself. 

“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

The restaurant was a nicer one that you had been to before for work. Joe’s parents stood up as you approached the table and warmly greeted you. His mom pulled you into a tight hug, laughing about how excited she was to meet you finally. You shot Ja’Marr a look and found him trying not to laugh. You could tell Joe was embarrassed, which made the situation a little amusing. 

Sitting down beside him, he gave you an easy smile while handing you the drink menu. Joe’s dad jumped into conversation with Ja’Marr about the season while Robin asked you a ton of questions about your job and basically your whole life. You ended up loving his parents; they were the sweetest people. While you might have missed the way that Joe was looking at you the whole dinner, his parents definitely did not. 

“It was so good to meet you y/n,” Robin gushed. “I’m sure we’ll see much more of you in the future.” 

You smiled, confused, while Ja’Marr couldn’t hold back his laugh. Joe’s face turned bright red and his dad chuckled. 

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If you had thought the season was going poorly before it was a million times worse now. It seemed like each week, your two friends were putting up superstar numbers but still losing. After watching them lose by just a point to the Ravens, you clicked the TV off and sighed. Reaching for your phone you texted him a white heart and watched him read it and not reply. He usually would, even after a loss, but this one was tough so you didn’t pay much mind to it. 

As the week went on, you started to feel Joe’s tension about the team bleed into your friendship. He wasn’t answering your calls and had replied to any text you had sent him with just one word. What had really pissed you off though, was that he was supposed to shoot a Thanksgiving promo with you about places that provided free food for those who needed it and he didn’t show. 

“I get that you’re having a tough time right now and while I can live with you being a bad friend I can’t live with you 1. making me look bad professionally and 2. disappointing people making a difference. So give me a call when you figure your shit out,” you ranted to his voicemail. 

You were supposed to fly out for the game this weekend but weren’t sure if you still should. Calling Ja’Marr, you complained about Joe being a dick and that you didn’t know what to do. He assured you that you should still come and that Joe was just hurting because of the season. The best thing you could do was be there for him, even in the shadows. 

The game started out horribly with it being 24-6 leading into halftime. But a different team came out in the third quarter, and you went crazy as the Bengals got ahead. But like the week before, no matter what Joe did, even throwing for over 350 yards, they still lost in the end. You lingered by the locker room after the game and smiled sadly as you saw Ja’Marr first. He wrapped you in a hug, and he was happy to have you there. Joe on the other hand, did not look happy to see you. 

“What are you doing here?” he said coldly, and both you and Ja’Marr flinched. His teammate gave him a weird look, but Joe was just staring at you blankly. 

“I’ve had these tickets since before the season, you know that,” you replied. 

“I didn’t want you to come,” he said and you tried to ignore the hurt you felt. “Did you not get the hint from me ignoring you all week?” 

“Oh, so is that why you stood up the charity?” You bit back. “So that I would ‘get the hint’?”

Joe didn’t say anything, clenching his jaw and Ja’Marr tried to step in. 

“I wanted her to come man,” he said and Joe snapped his head towards his friend. 

“Well just fuck her then and get over it,” he replied and your jaw dropped. Ja”Marr shoved him backward, yelling at him before security intervened. You recovered from your shock and turned around, abruptly leaving the stadium. You called an Uber to take you back to the hotel, and the massive traffic gave you a lot of time to process what had just happened. 

You could understand him being upset over the game, especially since it was so fresh in his mind. But it’s not like you went up to him; he came up to you. This man was supposed to be your best friend, and he basically just called you a whore to your face. This shit was ridiculous. 

30 minutes later, you were walking into the hotel. Ja’Marr had tried calling, but you declined. You called the airline you were flying with to see if there was any chance of flying out early, and you were lucky to snag a seat on the last flight out. You quickly packed up your stuff after changing into a comfier outfit and headed down to the lobby to check out and call a car. 

Turning to head out the door you stopped as you saw Joe walking in, his eyes trained on you. He looked miserable and he made his way towards you slowly. 

“Y/n..” he started, his eyes filling up with tears, but you stopped him from saying anything else. 

“I’m leaving,” you said emotionlessly. He tried to reach out to you, but you flinched back and pain flashed across his face. 

“I need to talk to you y/n,” he begged. “Please don’t leave.” 

“Why would I stay?” You asked softly. “Goodbye, Joe.” 

You left him standing there wondering why it felt like your own heart was breaking into two. 

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It had been two weeks since then, and you had successfully avoided Joe at all costs. He blew up your phone of course but you have yet to answer. Luckily he hadn’t tried coming to your apartment because he knew you well enough to know that it’d piss you off. 

You were on your way to hang out with Ja’Marr for a group movie night which he promised you that Joe would not be at. You don’t know why you even believed him; Joe’s car was parked in the front driveway and you almost reversed until you saw Ja’Marr waving his arms at you. Stepping out, you crossed your arms, waiting for him. 

“I knew you wouldn’t come if you knew he was here,” he started and you scoffed. 

“You were right.”

“I am miserable because he is y/n,” he pleaded. “I’m sorry but I will be selfish for a minute. He is being a dick at practice to everyone and isn’t throwing me good balls. He’s moody, won’t say a word to me, and won’t leave his house unless necessary. So please let him make it up to you. You two belong together.”

“He called me a whore Ja’Marr!” You exclaimed frustrated and gave you a sympathetic look. 

“I know he did, and that was terrible. I tried to fight him on your behalf,” he said, earning a small smile from you. “God I shouldn’t tell you this but he’s so in love with you it’s insane. He’s hurting and you’re hurting. Please just talk to him.”

“He’s not in love with me,” you said and he just rolled his eyes. 

“Believe what you want but get in there,” he said steering you towards the door. 

The good thing was that there were a few other people here from your friend group, so technically, you didn’t even have to talk to him. He was the first person you saw when you walked in so clearly, this was a coordinated effort between the two friends. 

Joe did look sad, and you wanted to be happy about it, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. He was dressed down in grey sweats and a black T-shirt, his hair looking like he had run his hands through it over and over. His eyes were puffy, and that made your heart clench. 

“Are we ready to start?” One of your other friends called from the living room and you started to walk towards the room but Joe gently grabbed you, pulling you closer to him and letting Ja’Marr pass. 

“Can we talk?” He mumbled quietly to you and you nodded, letting him pull you into the study. You stood with your arms crossed as you looked at him, waiting. 

“I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I was hurting so bad and I took it out on you. The one person who has always been there for me.” 

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Joe,” you said, frustrated. “It’s not like it was just the comment; it was the week leading up to it, missing the event. I can’t be there for you when you don’t let me in.”

You had imagined how this conversation would go multiple times over the past few weeks. You expected an apology and another apology, but you did not expect Joe Burrow to start sobbing in front of you. 

He sunk against the wall and had his head in his hands while he was crying. Your shock wore off, and you knelt down in front of him, moving in between his legs. He looked up and your heart broke at his tear-stained face. 

“What is going on, Joe?” You asked softly, wiping some of his tears with your thumb. 

“I just don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “Everything is going wrong, and I don’t feel like I’m in control. I do everything I can, and it’s still not enough.” 

“Oh Joey,” you murmured, pulling his head into your shoulders. He held on to you tightly as he cried and you ran your hand through his hair gently. 

“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I’m sorry I hurt you; I hated myself the second I said it.” 

“I forgive you Joe,” you told him, looking into his teary eyes. 

“I don’t deserve you; I’m not good enough for you,” he said. “I want to be enough for you.”

You cupped his face gently, making him look at you. Your own eyes started to water at the vulnerability he was showing.

"Joe, you’ve always been enough for me," you whispered. "You don’t have to prove anything. Not to me, not to anyone. I’m here for you, not for what you do or don’t achieve."

His brows furrowed, and he shook his head slightly, his hands moving to hold yours. "You don’t understand, y/n. I don’t just want to be your best friend—I want to be everything to you. And I’ve been so afraid of ruining our relationship that I pushed you away instead."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Joe..."

"I love you," he said, his voice breaking, but his gaze held steady. "I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I didn’t know how to tell you. But pushing you away hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt on the field. I can’t lose you."

For a moment, the weight of his words left you speechless. You searched his face, finding nothing but raw sincerity. Your heart ached, but in the best way, as if it were piecing itself together after being fractured.

"I love you too, Joe," you admitted to him and yourself, a soft smile breaking through the tears on your face. "But you have to let me in. No more shutting me out, no matter how hard things get. We figure it out together, okay?"

His hands tightened around yours, and he nodded, relief washing over his features. "Together. I promise."

You leaned forward, gently kissing his forehead before resting your own against it. The two of you walked out of the study and into the living room, where everyone else was already engrossed in the movie. Ja’Marr looked between the two of you and at your connected hands and gave you a wide smirk. Joe moved to the big armchair and pulled you down with him, and you snuggled into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, and you finally felt content. 

[boydepartment]

three strikes - nishimura riki x fem! reader

a/n: HIIIIII this was a request from my 🧈 anon :3 i hope you love it my dear

warnings- jealousy! nothing insane tho, mostly fluff 😋 i added a small inside joke that riki would call ricky from zb1 “discount ricky” all jokes tho (pls don’t kill me)

wc- honestly over 750

MASTERLIST

“here.” you looked over to riki setting your drink down on the table, you looked up at him and smiled as he sat down across from you at the cafe table.

“did you-“

“ask for extra peppermint? yes. even though it’s gross..” riki mumbled, you giggled and sipped your hot coco. it was freezing cold at least to you and so the coco helped a lot.

“when is your project partner arriving?” riki mumbled, sipping his coffee.

you shrugged, “any minute.” setting your coco down riki watched you, he wasn’t necessarily happy over this whole project partner thing. riki knew your project partner, and safe to say he was just irritated by his presence. he didn’t know why, but he was just irked.

so when the OTHER ricky walked in, he just waved and watched as the other boy sat next to you.

“hey y/n!” he smiled, you grinned back at him.

“hey! it’s cold outside are you sure you’re bundled up enough?” you asked, grabbing your books. riki just decided to go on his phone to pass time.

“yeah! it’s crazy how quickly the weather changed huh? are you warm enough?”

you and ricky made small talk which didn’t bother your best friend. that was until one sentence.

“your hands are freezing y/n!”

riki’s eyes shot up to see the discount ricky’s hands on yours. if stares could kill a man, discount ricky would be six feet under.

“oh! yeah that’s why riki, well, my riki got me hot coco.” you let go of his hand and turned to your hot beverage.

nishimura riki would be lying if he said some pride didn’t bubble up inside him, which didn’t go unnoticed by the boy sitting next to you.

riki didn’t take notice and he went back on his phone, he just wanted your project to be over so he could walk back to the car with you and just be away from people. by people he meant discount ricky. this was strike one for his patience.

“i think we should work more on the details of the piece of art itself. like things that normal people look past in monet’s art. there’s a story everywhere.” you suggested, this art project was pretty big for your grade. and you were just relieved that your project partner agreed to do monet.

“that’s such a good idea y/n.” ricky smiled.

oh please riki thought to himself, at that point discount ricky should just get on his hands and knees and beg for your attention. that’d be way less embarrassing than kissing your ass at every little- wait what the hell

to riki’s horror, discount ricky, was readjusting your beanie so your hair didn’t get in your face. this pissed him off, strike two of his patience gone. riki was the one who spent HOURS trying to crochet you that beanie last year and now he’s going to have to make you another one because discount ricky’s grimy hands touched it! riki felt his eye twitch, he ended up making eye contact with the boy next to you. a smirk ghosting his features.

riki wanted to kick his shin under the table or maybe throw his hot coffee-

“i think we should also choose one of monet’s less known works aswe- oh ouch…” you mumbled rubbing your hands, whenever you wrote or sketched too long your hands would hurt. riki always took notice of this so he looked up proper hand massages- safe to say he could be certified- WHAT THE SHIT?

discount ricky grabbed your hands and started massaging them.

strike three

“can you get your hands off her?!” riki finally snapped, “god at this point it’s revolting! i’m right in front of both of you!”

your eyes widened as you watched you best friend actually lose his temper, yeah you’d seen him bicker but this was different.

“what are you two dating?” ricky asked, if you were in a tv show you’d see the angry lightening bolt hit both of them. this was not good, you quickly packed your bags and grabbed your best friend. apologizing to your project partner.

“what’s his fucking problem?!” riki stomped through the fresh snow to your car.

“what’s his problem?! what’s your problem? what the hell was that?! are you okay?!” you had a million questions. and they were flying out.

“i- what- how is this my fault!? he had his grimy discount ricky hands all over you! only i’m allowed to do that as your best friend!”

it was really hard to take him seriously as you finally got to the car laughing. you leaned against the hood trying to catch your breath.

“y/n this isn’t funny!” he stood right next to you.

you finally caught your breath, “i’m sorry where did the nickname discount ricky come from?”

“well obviously i’m the better one way more deserving of, um hello, touching your hair, massaging your hands because im youtube certified, AND THE COLD HANDS THING?! he was flirting with you shamelessly in front of me!” riki swung his arms around like a crazy person trying to explain that the end was near.

your hat fell slightly as you laughed again which riki fixed gently before speaking again, “then he’d smirk at me like he knew he was getting on my nerves! like that discount version of ME KNEW HE WAS MAKING ME ANGRY!”

“should i take my hat off and give you sanitizer? since you touched my discount ricky infected beanie?” you asked, unlocking the car and throwing your backpack in the back. you turned around and bumped into riki.

“actually yeah take off that hat. i will sanitize it and crochet you a new one.” riki grabbed the hat off your head and gave you his own beanie.

“should i sanitize my hands too?” you asked giggling, going to open your door but slipping on black ice.

riki immediately caught you, “um guess who couldn’t catch you- discount ricky. i’m clearly better for you so.”

you started laughing again, hitting his chest playfully, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“is that a bad thing?” riki asked quickly, suddenly unsure of himself.

you shook your head no, “it’s cute.”

riki smiled down at you; it was obvious he was at least a little smug.

“you know what he didn’t contaminate?” you asked, still giggling, your eyes flickered from riki’s eyes to his lips. immediately he got the hint and took his chance.

discount ricky is out and nishimura riki hit a home run

[shockercoco]

Rainbow vs. Leather

Benny Cross x reader

Warnings - some swearing, flirty! and nervous! Benny

Word count - 2397

a/n - request: Hi!! If interested can you please do a Benny Cross x reader who is an unofficial member of the gang?. . .Benny likes her and try’s to give her hints but she thinks that he is just being nice because she had bad luck with guys who only always saw her has a friend and so, he has to be blunt with her one day. And the rest is up to you. Thank you." - read the full request here. i think 2k words is just gonna be my average at this point lol, i hope you enjoy :)

“Do I have to?” You had asked your parents one night at dinner — they had basically turned it into an intervention.

Your parents weren’t a huge fan of you just lounging around the house all the time with nothing to do, although you had no problem with just kicking back and watching a little television. They thought you needed to get out and socialize and make some friends. 

You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, but making friends wasn’t an easy thing for you. You came off as shy at first, but once you got comfortable in your environment you became pretty talkative and outgoing. This was also a problem when having conversations with people because sometimes they thought you didn’t want to talk, or even worse, that you didn’t like them for some reason. 

You wanted to come out of your shell, so when your parents told you that they wanted you to get a job, you were hesitant but you agreed. 

At least they weren’t kicking you out of the house.

What they didn’t know is that you would get a job at the local bar where all the Vandals hung out, the town’s motorcycle club. It was easy for you since Johnny, a close family friend —  leader and owner of the club — practically owned the bar, so when you had asked him for a job, he was completely fine with it.

Your parents thought you would get a job at something like the grocery store or the book store down the street, but since they loved Johnny they were okay with you working at the bar. 

So now here you are, your third week as a bartender and you enjoyed it. For the most part, the guys were pretty respectful and you rarely had any problems — mainly because Johnny basically threatened them into treating you right before you even started. 

There was this instance a couple days ago with a drunk guy, though. He kept getting closer and closer to you, and when it became clear he wasn’t going to leave you alone, Johnny interrupted and kicked the guy out of the bar.

You told Johnny that you had it handled, but he had just dismissed you and said, “No lady should have to deal with that.”

It was pretty obvious that this wasn’t your usual crowd. You enjoyed wearing colorful clothes and jewelry, but you did try and tone it down a little so that you didn’t stick out too much. Thankfully, you had made a couple of friends so you didn’t feel too out of place.

“You should come out riding with us later,” Kathy, a new friend, tells you from the other side of the bar counter.

“On a motorcycle? Are you crazy?” You ask as you lean against the counter. A lot of the guys had already gotten their drinks, and they didn’t want to get too drunk for the ride later, so you didn’t have too much to do.

“What else would I be talking about?” she playfully rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe a car ride?”

“When was the last time you had fun?” She asks you as she taps the ashes off the end of her cigarette.

“Yesterday while watching some game show,” you joke, and Kathy just laughs.

“How are you two doing over here?” Benny walks up with a glass in his hand, taking a seat next to Kathy.

Benny was another one of your new friends, and you enjoyed whenever he was around. Mostly because you liked how he made your heart flutter just by looking at you or giving you that smirk of his. You hate to admit it, but you were a goner the first day you had met him.

He wasn’t your usual type, but who cares. The whole point of this job was to get you to become more open. You highly doubted that the feelings were reciprocated on his end, though.

But little did you know they were. Just like you, Benny had fallen for you as soon as he laid eyes on you. He had just entered the bar and joined a game of pool with some of the other Vandals.

As he was lining up his shot, he heard a laugh that he hadn’t heard before. All the laughs he was used to were from the other Vandals or the raspy laughs from the girls that hung around and smoked.

Your laugh was different — light and airy and sometimes started off as just a giggle and got interrupted with a snort. It was also loud enough to be heard over the regular chatter of the bar, making Benny miss his shot.

The guys had joked and asked if he was distracted, but he just brushed it off and tried to regain his focus.

When he looked up furrowed eyebrows to see who was causing the noise powerful enough to throw him off his game, he noticed you standing there behind the bar. You are laughing at something Johnny had said to you as you poured him a drink.

Benny ended up missing his next two shots, and he surprisingly wasn’t upset when he lost the game.

Benny needed to know who you were, and he made that his mission from then on. He tried to send you signals that he was interested in you, but for some reason you weren’t picking them up. He loved the way you giggled at something he said or how your soft hand accidentally brushed his as you handed him his drink. 

He was trying so hard to be patient, including now as he saw you talking with Kathy with a gentle smile.

“I’m trying to get her to join us later tonight for the night ride,” Kathy answers him.

“And?” Benny asks hopefully, his eyebrows raised as he looks at you with humor written across his face.

“Not happening,” you shake your head.

“Why not?” he continues.

“Because she doesn’t like fun,” Kathy butts in before you can answer.

“Hey, I do like to have fun. It’s just that my version of fun and yours is different,” you defend.

“Have you ever been on a motorcycle?” Benny asks you as he rubs his hand over his chin. When you shake your head in response, he asks, “Do you want to?”

“Not really a huge fan of putting my life on the line like that,” you tell him. Benny chuckles, Kathy joining in. 

“It’s not that dangerous, we don’t always drive fast. Tonight’s just a cruise. Come on,” Benny says.

His intense gaze is almost enough to make you say yes…but no. Being on the back of a motorcycle didn’t seem as safe as being inside a closed up car.

“I’m okay, plus my parents might kill me if I stay out too late,” you say.

“Doesn’t Johnny know your parents? I’m sure they wouldn’t be too mad,” says Kathy.

Benny’s face contorts into surprise at Kathy’s statement. He looks back at you for confirmation, and you give him a silent nod.

“What about me?” Johnny questions as he hears his name being mentioned. He gives you a smile as he hands you his glass to refill.

Good, hopefully he can help you get out of this.

“We’re trying to convince her to come out with us, but she’s too afraid,” Kathy explains. You let out a scoff.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Johnny agrees, taking a sip from his glass.

What?

Your eyes widen as your lips slightly parted in disbelief.

Johnny shakes his head in amusement at your expression. “I promise it’s not that bad, you’ll be safe with us. If you get in any trouble with your parents, I’ll talk to them myself.”

You look at the three pairs of eyes staring back at you, waiting for your answer — Kathy with her eyebrows raised, Benny with a daring look behind his eyes, and Johnny with a smirk.

“Fine,” you surrender, throwing your hands in the air as the group in front of you lets out a small cheer. 

As the night at the bar comes to an end, the bikers take that last sip from their glass and throw on their colors, before filing out the door and heading toward their bikes. Hoots and hollers fill the air as everyone begins to hype each other up. 

“You can ride with me,” you hear Benny tell you as he walks past you and toward his own motorcycle. He doesn’t look back at you as he starts up the bike and waits as everyone else does the same.

Get on a bike. With Benny.

You spot Kathy on a bike with Cal. When she sees you looking, she nods her head towards Benny and smiles. You inhale a deep breath to give yourself before heading towards Benny, who offers you his hand as you climb on behind him.

“Well I’ll be damned, is Rainbow finally coming?” Brucie laughs when he sees you. He gave you the nickname when he saw you on your first day dressed in pastel colors and joked about how bright your clothes were. The name has stuck with you ever since, unfortunately.

“Hell yeah,” Cockroach shouts, along with a few others.

You roll your eyes and try to hide the smile forming across your lips. Benny instructs you to wrap your arms around his torso, which you do with uncertainty. You’re not sure how high or low you should have your hands and how tight to hold onto him. 

This feels oddly intimate. 

He smells like cigarettes — which would normally be a huge turn off if it was someone else — along with sweat from the multiple rounds of pool he played throughout the night, and his natural musk. 

Benny must’ve noticed your nervousness because he grabs your hands and places them on his abdomen, allowing you to feel the muscles beneath his shirt. He gives your hands a small pat as if to keep them in place before following the rest of the Vandals as they pull out onto the street.

You’re not sure exactly what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. The way the wind whips around and through, taking your breath away in such an addicting way. The way the motorcycle vibrates your whole body, only intensifying your experience. You’re not sure how fast Benny’s going, but you couldn’t care less.

You hate to admit it, but the ride is over too quickly for your liking. As Benny separates from everyone else and pulls up in front of your house, you realize the smile currently on your face hasn’t left since the ride started.

Benny comes to a slow stop before cutting the engine and helping you off the bike and onto the sidewalk. Your body is still buzzing from the vibration of the bike, but you enjoy the feeling.

There’s a silence between the two of you as he watches you  for a moment, looking you up and down.

“What?” You laugh nervously as you shift under his gaze. You wrap your arms around your body, not just to shield yourself from the window, but from him.

Benny smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing. I take it you enjoyed the ride.”

“I did actually,” you nod.

“So you wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again sometime?” he asks.

“I guess not,” you say.

“With me,” he adds, more as a statement than a question.

You blink. “What?”

“You know what. I’m asking you to come riding with me,” he says casually.

You want to say something, but honestly you're at a loss for words.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he smirks.

“And why would I do that?” you question.

“Because I want you to,” he shrugs his shoulders as he looks out into the distance. Benny takes a breath and hesitates for a second before looking back at you. It’s now or never. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get your attention?”

“My attention?” you ask, but you think you know where he’s headed with this.

“Yes, your attention. I’ve been flirting with you pretty much everyday since you started working at the bar, and you don’t seem to notice. I mean, some of the other guys have picked up on the fact that I like you.”

“I thought you were just being nice,” you tell him, your forehead creasing.

“Nice?” Benny scoffs with a laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that.” 

“I don’t know, I just-I thought you were being nice since I’m always hanging around Kathy!”

“Even Kathy has noticed!” he throws a hand up.

“Lower your voice!” you hush him. It’s after midnight, and you don’t want everyone on the street to start looking out of their windows.

You really don’t know what to say now, though. Like, what the hell have you been doing all this time?

Well, to be fair, people don’t usually flirt with you.

“So….”

“So….” Benny drags out. “Will you put me out of my misery and go on a date with me? It doesn’t have to be anything special, unless you want it to. We can just go for a ride or I could take you out to eat. Anything you want,” Benny looks at you with hope written all over his face. 

A grin slowly made its way across your face as you took in Benny. Is he nervous?

“I mean, I can’t really say no because we see each other all the time at the bar anyways,” you joke, causing Benny to let out a chuckle.

“Is that a yes then?” he asks.

“Yes,” you confirm. Benny nods, satisfied with your answer.

“I guess I should probably go — you’re cold, and I’m pretty sure your mother has been looking out the window this whole time,” Benny smirks.

Your mouth drops as you whip your head around just in time to see someone move away from the window on the second floor. There’s no doubt you’ll be flooded with a ton of questions later.

You turn back around when you hear Benny’s engine start back up.

“I’ll see you soon, Rainbow,” Benny shoots you a win, stealing the nickname Brucie had given you.  

“That’s not my name!” you shout after him, and he just gives you a quick glance back before continuing down the road.

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[foreingersgod]

caitlin clark x reader where the reader is very feminine and people don’t realize that shes 💅

She likes girls . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: although you’re a raging gay, you don’t typically look the part. if you had a nickel for every time you and caitlin got mistaken for beings besties or sisters, you’d be rich

A/N: thought this would be a cute little blurb, so anon, if you want me to edit this and make it longer, please message me :)

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“i don’t know maybe i’m doing something wrong?” you asked caitlin, legs draped over her lap. it was a sunday afternoon spent on the couch, relaxing after brunch with her family.

“baby” she patted your leg “you’re not doing anything wrong!”

“then why do people not take us seriously?” you were incredibly frustrated “if someone treats us like we’re best friends one more time i’m going to lose it”

it happened often, definitely more than you wished. you would be mistaken as caitlin’s sister or her best friend constantly. at first it just started when you started dating publicly. you’d receive comments like “you and your friend have a nice day!” or “she’s a good friend, keep that one around!”. it was sweet at first, but then cait introduced you to her team. they thought she was kidding when she announced you as her girlfriend. it wouldn’t necessarily have been a big deal, but it hurt your feelings that they didn’t genuinely believe that caitlin would date you. even when you met her family, the entire lot of them thought caitlin was bringing home a roommate for the holidays.

“i’m so sorry! you just don’t…look gay” her mom would exclaim, trying to apologize. you tried to not look hurt, you understood even.

“mom” caitlin interfered, already knowing how you were upset once again that you were mistaken for a friend. “it’s ok, but can we just drop it? please?”

now, today at brunch, the waitress asked for caitlin’s number right in front of you. while her parents and brothers were talking about work and school and while you and cait were discussing plans for next week, the young woman scurried over to hand caitlin a napkin with her number on it. caitlin had one arm around your shoulder, another fiddling with the rings on your fingers, and the waitress still didn’t catch a hint. after unfolding the crumpled napkin and seeing the bold black numbers, caitlin immediately declined and motioned to you, she was taken.

“oh my god,” the waitress said “i thought you guys were like friends or something i’m so sorry”

you weren’t surprised.

“i feel like something IS wrong though!” you reply to caitlin, running your hands through your hair in annoyance. “i hate that people don’t even see me as your girlfriend and it sucks!”

“i know, but we’re together either way and that’s all that matters” her words of reassurance were doing little to change your mind.

“maybe it’s the way i dress? i know i’m very feminine and stuff, so maybe that’s the issue”

caitlin laughed “YN, it doesn’t matter how you dress, ok? just because people assume we’re friends or assume you’re straight doesn’t mean that it changes your identity at all. i love the way you dress and i don’t want you to change just because people are blind.”

“you’re right, i just want people to know that we’re together” you sighed.

“me too,” she agreed “but at the same time, i really like saying ‘she’s my girlfriend’ to people”

god she was so sweet, “i really like that too”

[random-blurbs]

a/n: i keep on seeing edits of when Mark was a bad guy and he’s just so 😋 - also costume design is up to yall didn’t wanna ruin the immersion

<<<part 1 Part 3 >>>

Twirling around you awed at yourself as you took in your figure with the new outfit. It wasn’t a difficult suit necessarily that you asked for but still it was impressive how quickly Arc took care of it. You felt a little bad as you really wanted to find the perfect one you can fight in and look good while you’re at it. Well you think it’s fast for this nice quality suit after a month and a half of back and forth.

“How do you feel about it?” You asked excitedly at Mark as you faced his way who was lying on your bed comfortably. He wore his suit simply without his mask as you see his eyes rake over your costume. “I-it looks really nice. It suits you.” He confirmed your happy thoughts as you tried to memorize every feature of the costume. Wondering if you should put together a thank you basket for Arc by how accommodating he was with you during the entire process. “What should I give Arc as a thank you?” You ask barely knowing anything about the man as you were always there just for the costume making it quick and efficient. Mark stifled a chuckle hearing your mistake again that he refuses to correct letting Art in on it to see how long it lasts.

“Don’t ruin the costume too much, and maybe a pack of beers?” You pouted at the shitty idea of gifts but that’s the best you can do for now until you actually get to know the man. So riding off of Mark’s idea is all you can settle for not knowing what brand will be the best one for him. “So we going to train some more? Or are you just going to laze off on my bed?” You ask plopping at the end of the bed eyeing Mark curiously. He quickly took his eyes away from you looking over at girlfriend’s side instead. “Um yeah! If anything we-.” Cut off by the teleporting man that is now in the middle of the room you sit up expectantly as he seemed disheveled. He raised a brow at the two of you finding it confusing why you both were suited up on your bed but he accepted the perfect timing. “Mark we got some unknown beings at the coordinates I sent you. We want you to see if they’re friendly or not and see if that training has been working out.”

“Yes! I can test out the new suit!” You said excitedly as you looked over to Mark who seemed conflicted. “Don’t you think it’s too soon? We don’t know if they’re dangerous or not.” Surprised by his words you gave him a look of disbelief as you went through all the training sessions you’ve been having with him. “You said I’m getting better! That I can work with you what the hell!” You said angrily as he’s bringing this up in front of Cecile. You’ve been wanting to make do with your deal with him as you spent money on the card with not much care exactly so you have to get on the field as soon as possible. Before they see the card bill at least.

“I just don’t want to be distracted during the fight! I can’t comfortably go out there knowing that something can happen!” You scoffed at his weak excuse refusing to believe that’s it. He always complimented your improvement every session and who would say that just because. “Cecil send me the coordinates, I’m going either way.” He was quick to agree as you hear your phone ding in response making Mark groan as he put on his mask hiding his stressed expression. “Y/N please. Just not this mission on the next one you can go.” You shook your head wanting to get it over with and officially put yourself on the map within the other superheroes. How many times will Mark pull this card? You have to snip it in the bud before it gets to be too much.

“Mark she can make her own choices, and from the updates she’s improved significantly.” Cecile encouraged as you cast him a grateful glance, thankful someone isn’t treating you like a gentle object. “Y’know it’s not about that.” Mark countered as he seemed pissed by his words. Rolling your eyes you opened the coordinates as you opened the window not wanting to be part of their little pissy fight. “Whatever, Mark are you going to come or not?” Not wanting to ruin the mood even more, he quickly flew out the window picking you up alongside him. “What the-!” Confused by his arms being around you he grunted as he felt you move more than usual. “Stop moving if you actually wanna get there alive.” Startled by the tone that Mark has with you it pissed you have even further as you felt your heartbeat quicken in response.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” You say accusingly as you hear Mark groan not wanting to get into a fight with you. Anything but that. “Stop acting like you’re my boyfriend or some savior Mark! I don’t need that from you and you know it!” Wanting to toe the line between you two as those sleepless nights with Amber reached your memories. She truly did love Mark. But her complaints of him never being on time, always off doing something, always feeling like he’s lying, it’s getting to her. And some of those things are because of you. That guilt of lying to a friend is a lot to hold. “I never said I wanted to be your boyfriend! I just want to help you so let me!” Hitting his shoulders making him stagger in the air he was quick to hold you tighter worried that you’ll somehow leave his grip.

“I’m not some charity case, all I want is a friend and you’re being a bad one with how you embarrassed me in front of Cecile.” You shout as you see Mark’s face scrunch up in desperation as he tries to explain his side of the story. “Embarrassed? I never did that! I’ve told him so much good things about you!”

“But right there did you? You know I’m perfectly capable of defending myself, and you made it seem as if I’m some weak chick who can’t take care of herself!” You don’t want to explain every detail to Mark as it made your heart sting at his former words. Some logical part of yourself knew Mark didn’t mean it in anyway to demean you but you can’t help but feel so. You loved Mark as a friend but seeing that same friend doubt your skills in front of a superior. It left a bad taste.

“Y/N I know more than anyone your skills in defense are something that can’t be compared to anyone in the field right now.” You sadly look at him as his words stung more than easing the pain and embarrassment you felt. “Then why didn’t you say that?” You already had so much taken from you, the least that they can give you is credit for your powers. As you studied the superhero world you knew there was so many talented people but some part of yourself believed that you can do more.

“We’re here.” Letting your feet touch the ground you examined the rocky terrain. It was high winds with a dust storm being built up slowly around you. “Cecile says they went underground.” Mark warned as you see him touch his earpiece talking to Cecile. In high alert you took careful steps as you felt the rocks underneath poke out at you. Waiting for anybody to do the first move you tried fixing your breathing as you realize the nerves are starting to get to you. “Can you detect- Y/N!” Mark’s words were caught off as a blur of the light zoomed right towards you as he tried getting to you before stunning you both. Mark was shocked by your quick actions as he sees the dagger floating in the air right before it had pierced your heart. Your uneven breathing didn’t go past Mark’s ears as he sees you realize how quick everything can change in a moment’s fight. “Good job.” Not waiting for a response he saw a figure in the distance making him flying towards it, deciding to show you the trust he has in you as he left.

You don’t think you’ll ever admit to Mark how you almost shit yourself. The movement was so fast. The thought of dying right here terrified you. Floating up you didn’t want to settle yourself in a ground fight if you can as you can do more from above. Seeing Mark in the distance as he punched the figure that probably threw the dagger your eyes were quickly taken away from him as you felt something wrap around your leg. “Shit!” Putting up your hand you tried making the huge arm go down to the floor as you see a bigger body emerge from the rocks. “What the fuck…” You let out a pained groan as the hold on your leg tightened not able to fly out of it easily. “I’m sorry if you’re friendly but this hurts!” Before the monster can say anything you put your hands up towards the bend of its elbow focusing all your energy into it going downwards. You hear a sickening crack come out of it as it releases you from its grip with a shrilling shriek. Flying away from it you kept a good distance as you see it cradle its arm in pain eyeing you with a newfound anger. “You can fly?” Mark asked confused and hurt that you kept this from him.

“Dude you always picked me up every time.”

“Still you didn’t say anything!”

“I’m not arguing with you on this! Can we take care of this thing?” You ask pointing at the monster who is obviously charging up. You see a passed out person in Mark’s arm as you pointed at the still breathing figure. “What he do?”

Mark was confused by who it was as well as you tried keeping the monster in front of you in place bringing it to its knees as your hands were outstretched with slowly closing hands. “He just threw a bunch of explosives and had these rock minions.” Shrugging your shoulders at the clean first mission you motioned towards the rock monster in front of you who was still trying to fight out of your grasp. “What does Cecile want us to do with it?”

Mark was talking to Cecile through the ear piece as you felt a shiver go up your spine. Looking around there was something in your gut telling you there was something more. “What do you mean it wasn’t them?” Mark’s words left you startled as you examine the rock. You could’ve sworn a superhero fought this type of monster before and Cecile had mentioned something new.

You never had the fastest reaction speed but its like your body knew. It knew there was something coming and that you needed to protect Mark. You changed your position of your hand to now be towards his unsuspecting back. The monster now free from one of your hands tried rushing forward now making Mark look at you but it was too late as you sent him flying back. “What th-.” Something bright from above had you looking up scared of the actual being that had you guys out here, it was something entirely new. The air was knocked out of you as you realized there was a pair of hands around your throat. You felt the rock monster underneath you as you let out a yell of pain as you realize this thing was bringing you down further in the ground. Landing with a painful thud you can’t even recognize your surroundings before there’s someone straddling your hips. Their hands found your neck easily as you grabbed their arm trying to get away from them pushing them back as they barely moved even with using your powers. How the hell are they going against it?

As you gasped for air it was a split-second choice you don’t regret as you jab your finger into the man’s eyes trying to shove it in deeper as you hear it squish come out with spurts of blood. The man yelled as he pulled away from your grip letting you lay there to catch your breath. Your hand instinctively went to your throat as you took in big gulps of air terrified that it was gone for even a few seconds. You felt the man’s warm blood coat your throat now as you sat up seeing him stumble back as he gripped his face in pain.

Not giving him a chance to fly at you, you raised your hands bringing him to the floor. You hear him yell as you continue putting pressure seeing the excessive weight you have on him. You don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know if Cecile wants him alive or not. But as you hear the man yell out in pain you know you don’t have choice if he makes a wrong move. “What do you want? I don’t want to hurt you anymore if you tell me why you’re here.” You tried to say confidently easing some of the weight to let air enter his lungs freely so he can actually hold a conversation with you. The man chuckled as you see the closed eye as his other looked at you with no actual emotion. He looks like a doll.

“There was no point in sparing me.” You felt another presence as you flew backwards hearing the sound of an impact in front of you was covered with excessive dust blinding you for a second. Coughing you tried seeing through the dust as you kept your hands up for the guy you tried looking around as the dust settled. He was still on the floor as he let out a laugh weirding you out as villains were always insane. Where the hell is Mark?!

A flurry of movements caught your attention making you let go of your hold on the man and put yours hands up defensively. Connecting with you roughly you got thrown back to the rocky wall feeling the jabs of the stone on your back. Sliding down you try to gather yourself as you hear a ringing in your head now. You know this isn’t good you need to get up. But right in front of you, you can see it. Your own blood falling onto your lap as your hand weakly touched your head. Feeling the blood seep right onto it as you let your hand fall beside you limply. Shit.

Hearing movement you put your hand up stopping the figure from moving closer. But as your breathing quickened you feel one of your eyes be covered by the blood seeping down onto your face, it was child’s play for the person in front of you. “Where are you!” You finally hear Mark’s tired yell come from above making you think these people purposely separated you. It was just obvious and you fell for it. Before you can respond your weakened body faltered letting the person quickly come to your side. And grabbing your arm snapped it with no wasted time making you let out a painful wail trying to get away from the person. Tears pricked your eyes as the pain traveled all over your body as the person let go.

It was planned. Even through your tears and your noises of pain you realized it was a lure. “Get away!” You were able to yell out as the women knocked the air out of you making you double over to the floor feeling the bile trying to come out. It was too quick for your eyes as you see a speck of yellow zip right past you towards the woman. Trying to stay awake as you wiped the blood away from your eyes you hear grunts of pain and some words as you can barely make them out. With heavy heaves you tried crawling to where all the noise is as you can only start to hear yourself now. The way the rock underneath your hands leave a stinging pain, adding onto the already huge feeling. And there you see Mark punching someone into the ground as blood was sprawled everywhere. He was trying his hardest to fight back but obvious from his costume something up there had him heavily occupied. The man you took the eye from was back into the fight as you see a dark liquid shoot out of his hand hardening when landing on whatever they wanted. He was trying to put up a fight but you can see Mark struggling. You see his lips move as the woman had a smile filled with malice.

This was unfair. You’re practically out of the fight - but you know now that these people aren’t capable of getting along with those on Earth. And it’s your job to protect them and give Mark a winning chance. Sticking your unbroken hand you directed towards the man who was significantly weaker than the woman. And without mercy closed your fist seeing him explode downwards as blood seeped into the cracks and pieces of meat decorating the cave system. You don’t think you’ve seen true anger until you saw that woman’s face as you saw Mark in agape at what just happened. You gave her a weak grin taunting her which Mark took advantage of swiftly throwing a punch sending her flying.

Coughing you finally notice the blood that came along with it making you sit up to try to see what was going on. Stumbling with every step you tried to not look at the mess you made. It felt like you were falling forward shutting your eyes as your body felt way too weak to hold yourself up, you were happy that you felt the familiar safe arms you’ve been in before. “Oh Mark.” You turned to him looking him up and down seeing his costume with rips and blood smeared on it. Already seeing the bruises on his face and body forming, and you know you’re not any better. He seemed used to it as he held onto you not wanting to mess up anything about you. “Why did you do it?” You were tired. You just wanted to rest up, and get your arm fixed.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused by Mark’s solemn tone as you felt his grip on your good arm tighten but still making you wince. Was he mad at you for coming and ended up taking a good beating instead of handing it to them? He didn’t look any better so it can’t be that. “Why did you kill him?” Finally understanding you can barely glance at the mess you created which he saw. If you can’t bear to see what you did, why would you do it? He didn’t want to have this feeling towards you. But his mother raised him to never kill no matter what. Everyone has lives, loved ones, something to live for. We have no right to take that away. “He was going to kill you Mark, I did what I had to, to keep all of us safe!”

He didn’t want to accept that thought process. He didn’t even think to talk about this during training to not just kill. He thought you would’ve known, that no matter what you don’t. “You wanted me to let you die?”

“I wasn’t going to die Y/N! You jumped the gun and did that.” Breathing got more difficult from the pain coursing your body and hearing the disgust that laced with Mark’s voice. You knew he was a good person. But this was too much for you. Were you the one truly in the wrong? The man and woman was going to hurt you two. You did what’s right. “You saved one of them at least-.” You could only slowly turn as you see Cecile staring at the unconscious woman in front of him. “Let’s get ya’ll cleaned up and we can argue later who was in the wrong.” You were going to turn to Mark to ask to talk about it later but with a huge dust storm he left behind he flew right out leaving you with Cecile. As the pit in your stomach grew.

“Don’t take it to heart Y/N. Mark has some strict morales.” Cecile had made it sound like a bad thing which you never wanted to see it as. But you thought Mark understood that some circumstances means the bending of those morales. But you couldn’t be more wrong.

“Guessing from your appearance you didn’t have much of a choice. Don’t lose too much sleep on it.” It was meant to help you. But it did anything but.

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Even though he said to not lose over sleep, that’s what exactly happened. Amber worried for you would shake you awake as she hears you groaning in pain, tossing and turning. When you wake up with a pool of your own sweat the worrying gets worse. She wants you to go see the doctors but you tried waving off her worry. If anything you worried if you were making her lose sleep as she quickly deterred those thoughts saying she was fine and just wanted to be there for you. She already bought you so many teas and sleeping devices but nothing worked. And you couldn’t tell her the reason why.

As you were taken into the dream world you just remember the sight. Maybe it was your dream filling the gaps as it was a slowed version of the man’s death. Seeing every bit of blood squeezed out of him and seeing pieces of scatter all around the floor. And as you sit quietly in your classes the overthinking occurs. Did the man have a kid? Was that woman his wife? Were they forced to do this? You tried asking Cecile these questions as he just told you to heal up, your bruises barely going away after 3 weeks of the fight. And within those weeks you haven’t crossed paths with Mark that entire time. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was avoiding you. How petty.

Even if you curse him in your thoughts the feeling of him not being there is becoming more apparent. As he usually waited for you after class to take you training or go to a new place in the city to try to trigger your memories. But it’s been silence. You know he’s still around as when you’re in bed Amber comes back with a smile on her face as she tells you the new adventure Mark took her. You were happy for her.

And you can’t help but feel jealous.

But happy more than anything.

You were trying to see it as a blessing in disguise that your friend has more time with her boyfriend. But you lost the only person who understood your world. And that feeling was lonelier than you thought. The amount of times you’ve opened his contact hands hovering over the keyboard was too many times. You felt pathetic. You wanted to apologize. But you wouldn’t mean it. You can’t lie to Mark. You don’t regret killing the man. But the pain that comes with taking a life. You wanted him to know you feel it. That you aren’t this monster who takes lives just because. But what you think you can recall about yourself. Is that you are so freaking prideful. Putting away your phone every time hoping it’ll be him who reaches out. That he decides how he reacted was the one in the wrong. He wasn’t tho. He had every right and that thought pisses you off more than you want it to.

“Y/N?” You were startled at someone you don’t recognize using your name as you notice that the class had already ended. You see a tanned guy looking at you nervously. His eyes darting everywhere but nowhere at the same time clearly not wanting to make eye contact. “Yes?” You say confused as he didn’t even finish his sentence. An awkward silence filled between you two as you see the guy have an internal battle with himself. Letting him take his time you awkwardly packed your bags, standing behind your chair. “I just wanted to see if you would want to grab a coffee with me? So we can get to know each other, and help each other with the class.”

A friend?

Oh my God.

You can’t scare him off. And you acted like you were thinking about his offer when you already know the answer to it. “Yeah why not.” Nailed it.

He seemed to brighten up having a similar to Mark’s face whenever you paid him a compliment. Wanting to slap yourself for even thinking about him you took out your handing it to the guy motioning for his in exchange. It was as if he was surprised by your straightforwardness, scrambling to get his phone out of his pocket before placing it lightly on your hand. Filling in your info you can’t help but take a photo to put as your contact on his phone. “If you don’t mind putting a photo either I like putting a face to the name whenever I text.” You didn’t have to tell him twice as he gave an awkward grin to the camera then putting it as his contact photo. “I should be free later tonight if you want to go.” The heavens were blessing him as you felt the same when he agreed. For two very different reasons.

You waved him goodbye walking out the building feeling the sun hit your face. It will always feel good never feeling too warm or too cold. You wondered if you should bring anything to the first friend meetup. Was it too soon to call it that? Were you a good friend? You hate when you think something you shouldn’t be as your once happy mood was ruined by yourself. You must’ve been a bad friend if no one was concerned about your disappearance. It’s truly as if you never existed.

“My favorite roomie!” Snapping out of your depressive thoughts you see Amber walking up to you with a smile on her face and oh no…

You see Mark slowly behind her fiddling with his hands as his friend next to him looked confused by his change of behavior. “I feel like we don’t run into each other anymore on campus.” Amber pointed out as the next day of moving in you would see each other atleast twice a week. But now it’s like you had disappeared. “Makes me feel you’re avoiding us.” Amber complained teasingly as you stiffen up at the accusation. Nope it was completely Mark doing so. You tried to not look at Mark and focus on Amber as she talked about the class they were just at. “Oh and I was talking to William and he found some sleeping exercises we can try later on.” Amber mentioned motioning to the friend behind her. “Oh you didn’t have to do that.” You said worryingly not realizing how bad Amber must have it if she’s looking for other methods to get you to knock out peacefully. “It’s ok this girl at our old school showed it to me and it’s life changing. All those nightmares - poof gone!”

“Nightmares?” The first word from Mark you heard after weeks of silence he seemed stunned that you were even going through that. Confusing you on how William knows but Mark doesn’t if Amber is talking about it with people. “Um yeah I’ve been having them for last couple weeks.” You clarified making his gaze no longer on you and rather the floor. You weren’t going to push anything. “What about later today we can all do it have a sleepover?”

You were glad you had an excuse not wanting to sleep in the same room as Mark as somehow the silence between the two of you was becoming obvious. “Actually I have plans later on with someone.” It caught everyone’s attention in different ways ignoring Mark’s eyesight as Amber cupped your hands excitedly. “Wow I’m glad you found someone! What does he look like?” You tried explaining to Amber it was just friendly coffee as you pulled out your phone with his photo as his contact which she quickly denied that it was friendly. “Oh wow he’s cute in like a nerdy way.” William chimed in wanting to take a peak. They zoomed into the photo pointing out things about him you haven’t even noticed. “Is that usually your type?”

You don’t know.

Not wanting to get mad at the situation you just nodded your head in agreement. “I think I just lean towards the awkward guys. It’s obvious what they’re feeling half of the time.” You reasoned which they quickly agreed with as they see it with their resident superhero next to them. “But it’s probably a date Y/N.” Amber finished as you thought back to the guys words and with how he was acting. Maybe it was like that.

“He didn’t say it was though.”

“If he didn’t say so then it probably isn’t.” Mark piqued in agreeing with you hastily. Amber gave him a look while William put his two cents in, “Even if it isn’t do you want it to be like that?” Pointing out the most important, which was your own feelings. The three were looking at you expectantly as you tried thinking back to him. You just don’t know enough about him. He is attractive society wise. But that’s all you can see it as.

“I wouldn’t be against him exactly.” You don’t want to overthink it as you waved off whatever they’re about to say. “I’m going to go get ready anyways I don’t wanna be late.”

“What time are you even meeting him.”

“Around 7ish I know it’s barely 4 but still.” You wave them off as Mark stood there with a furrow brow refusing to make eye contact with you. You can’t be hung up on it as you walked back to your room.

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You kept on looking back and forth between your mirror, trying to see if you missed anything on your face. Makeup is flawless, hair amazing, a casual date outfit so you don’t seem too excited if maybe it was just a friend hangout. But still it gives you an excuse to go out and look cute. You hear a knock on your window startling you, but that surprise turned into annoyance. Opening your window you see Mark floating outside of it with an awkward small grin. You were glad your dorm room is facing nothing and nobody goes back here. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh um are you about to head out?” He asked nervously as you considered just shutting the window on him. But his awkward self made it really hard as the grin was too hard to ignore. “Yeah I don’t want to be too late.” Trying to cut the conversation short as you reached back to the window wanting to close it. “Wait-!” Reaching out towards the window his hands stopped yours as he leaned in closer to your room. Feeling flustered as it’s been so long he’s been close, he quickly realized the same as he took his hands back embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just Cecile needs us to take care of this.”

Grabbing your phone you looked to see if Cecile had sent you anything. Nothing.

“Are you sure you wanted me to go with you?” You ask feeling weird he’s simply ok with you tagging along. You haven’t even talked it out. “Of course I do. I get we need to talk. But if you’re willing to hear me out after this, I wouldn’t waste this chance.” You hate how weak your heart is for him. It’s stupid that since he’s the first one to treat you with respect you want to keep him around you. You need him to stay next to you. “I did miss my friend.” You admit which made him smile wider. “I did too. I wanted to tell you so much.” Mark continued letting himself in your room closing the window as you realize how cold it was.

“You could’ve texted me…” You mumbled as you opened the chat with the guy you were supposed to meet. “The phone works both ways.” He teased as he coincidentally looked over to see the chat open with the guy. He saw that you guys talked more than just going to the coffee shop ‘date’. “Is that really your type?” Chuckling you tucked your hair behind your ear as you drafted up the dreaded last minute cancel text. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“I would think you would lean more towards very different guys.” You don’t want to question what that even means as you throw your phone on your bed too nervous to see the guys response. “Let me just get my outfit so turn around or something.” Pulling it out from underneath your bed Mark was only able to stutter out a response as you quickly changed barely giving him any time. “I heard from Amber that you guys have been going strong.” Wanting to fill in the silence as you tried to quickly put on the costume.

“W-we are its good.” That’s it? Comparing to Amber’s reaction after every date Mark’s a stark contrast. You don’t push feeling like that was too much on your part. If you’re going to hear about it it’ll be by Amber’s words.

“What about you? Do you think you’re ready?” Referencing your potential option with the guy you just stood up. You doubt he’ll believe the excuse but you just hope. Telling him you’re done he turned to look at you as he saw you think about his words. He wish it didn’t take you that long to think about it. It was just a no. You should just say no, you deserve better, he knows as your friend.

“Well I thin-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt a splitting headache reach you. Groaning your hands shot up to your head as you felt yourself move towards your bed, “Y/N!? Are you ok?” Trying to say something only pained gasp escaped your lips as your hand gripped your head tighter. It was distant. You saw someone familiar in a rundown home waiting for you by the door. He looked so familiar. Further away from him were 2 others as they look significantly older but their look in their eyes. Yelling out it was as if the memory didn’t want you to see too much as another wave of pain crashed down onto you. You feel Mark’s arms around you as you try to stifle your pained groans on your bed. “Dammit. I need to call Cecile.” Your hand shot out bringing his phone down onto the floor hoping you didn’t break it. “No Cecile please. I can’t let him know.” You wanted to trust Cecile. You do to a certain extent. But these memories. The only person you can rely on is Mark.

“Ok no Cecile but you can’t stay here in pain.” Not being much help to think of ideas, the pain was unrelenting you turned to the other side wanting this pain to go away. At this point debating on ripping your own brain out. She looked like you. She looked so much like you. You were in a daze as you see the woman give you a soft kiss on your head with an equally kind smile. You missed her.

Hot tears spilled from your eyes as they were unexplainable even to yourself. It just hurt. Too much for your heart to handle.

He didn’t know what to do as he saw you sprawled on your bed writhing. He can only assume it was memory based, but even then you shouldn’t be in this much pain. He just knew he wanted to see you out of it. Scooping you up in his arms he opened the window knowing where he might need to go. He held onto you tighter than he would like scared he was going to leave bruises on your smooth skin. He never wants to hurt you. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he did. It was a couple minutes as he sped here as quickly as he could, always leaving his bedroom window slightly ajar for speedy entering.

He placed you on his bed as he flew downstairs where his mom was peacefully watching tv until she noticed a blur making his mom shriek. He needs to put more alarms in the house. “Mark! What are you doing here?” She was happy to see him, always happy to have him bring back the noise in the house but as she hears a pained yell from upstairs she gives an indescribable look to him. “Who did you bring?”

“I brought a friend! She’s in pain and I don’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to go to Cecile. And you’re the only person I can trust with her. You always knew what to do when I was sick.” His way of thinking warmed Debbie’s heart as she asked Mark what exactly was going on with her as she ran upstairs to see you lying on his bed, worse than earlier. “It’s a memory thing I think. I don’t think her body wants her to have it though.” Debbie ordered Mark to find things around the house, which he quickly complied stumbling all around the house to find the items. She grabbed it from his shaky hands placing a cool towel on your head and rolling up the sleeves of your costume, wanting to give you as much as cool air if possible. Your body was burning. As Mark touched your hand, Debbie saw the concern grow tenfold. She knew better that it wasn’t the time to reprimand Mark. But it was almost like magic as Debbie comfortingly smoothed the hair out of your face, and fixed the towel on your head your body seemed to be in ease. Shallow, staggered breaths left your lips as your head leaned over towards Mark which he quickly positioned himself on the bed where you were the most comfortable. She couldn’t miss the look in her child’s eyes as he looked down at you. How he made sure the towel wasn’t covering your eyes too much, whenever you moved he made sure your head was in a good angle so you don’t wake up with a stiff neck, and carefully moving your hair. The adoration in his eyes, mixed with the worry. She knew.

She just didn’t want anyone being hurt especially her son.

But as she sees your scrunched up face she realizes you’re not too far off of Mark’s age. “Will her parents worry? You need to tell them.” But with one glance up at his mom she quickly understood what your situation was. You had no one. She can’t imagine leaving Mark to defend the world by himself especially one with powers always being out in dangerous situations.

“Why don’t we make her something for when she wakes up?” She wants to pull him away from the girl to give her some needed rest, and also to get his mind off of it. It’s been awhile since she’s seen him so stressed, wanted him to find an outlet someway. “I-I don’t know. What if something happens when we’re downstairs.” She placed a comforting hand on Mark’s shoulder feeling the tension underneath.

“I promise you nothing won’t happen. I can check in on her every 30 minutes-.” Seeing his expression she softly smiled at him, “Or you can as well. But let’s hurry up and make it.” Scared of hurting you he lightly placed your head onto his pillow before following his mom downstairs to make you a home-cooked meal that you deserve.

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We need more Johnny fics since there’s rarely any.

Please Johnny x shy!reader that has Doctor Strange powers? Just Johnny girlfriend and Johnny invited his family to watch one of shy!reader shows and they’re sitting front row seats. https://youtu.be/NwO2DByfcKc?feature=shared

I had to look up some of his powers bc I knew he could do more then what he’s shown doing. (Also the fact that he in the comics has stopped aging after passing a test by the ancient one, so in this fic reader also has stopped aging bc I said so)

Johnny knew Reed wasn’t one for magic, being a devout man of science and everything but he himself was more or less in favour of magic the moment he met you a while back, more specifically after you saved him and his family with magic shields via complex hand gestures that looked to him like they hurt on some occasions.

From the day onwards Johnny grew intrigued with how you became a master of the mystic arts, a handful of a title but he knew you weren’t exactly keen towards being labelled as a wizard or magician either, having told him once that what you did was completely different to what they did. He agreed with you for convenience as to him magic was performed all the same way and even if there was varieties of magic like you says there was, then he wouldn’t known the difference regardless.

Even though you disliked being compared to a magician and or wizard, it didn’t necessarily help your case when you had invited Johnny and his family to a one off show that you were putting on, more importantly a one off show that would hopefully help raise money for a nearby hospital in dire need of it for crucial research for their patients; something Johnny found admirable and amazing about you and your want to help others by any means necessary. However as Johnny watched the show he couldn’t help but feel like a kid when he watched you made several illusions of yourself disburse into a swarm of kaleidoscopic butterflies, calf brown eyes widened in awe at the colours as they illuminated the packed showroom they were in, showing that he too wasn’t the only one fascinated by your powers.

‘That’s my baby!’ Johnny exclaimed as he clapped obnoxiously loud just so you could hear him over the roar of the crowd, which he knew you could from how your eyes immediately locked onto his as a shy smile spread across your lips, replacing the confidence expression you had moments prior the moment you saw your boyfriend show you his support for you and your show.

‘Sit down Johnny.’ She scolded her brother, giving you a proud look of her own as Ben grabbed Johnny by his shoulder and brought him back in his seat, making him wince as he grabbed said shoulder to rub it free of it’s sudden aching. ‘I don’t want you to chase off my future sibling in law if you keep acting like this at their shows, this is the fifth time.’ She adds as Reed apologises to you on Johnny’s behalf.

‘What? I just wanted to show everyone who’s the proud boyfriend of the greatest master of the mystic arts anyone has ever seen.’ Johnny defends himself, cross his arms over his chest as he slumps into his seat, as though he was a child being scolded.

Ben looked at him. ‘I’m surprised you didn’t say wizard or magician.’

Johnny only narrows his gaze at the man. ‘Y/n hates being called either of those things, so get it right rock for brains.’ He snides and Ben was about to retort when Sue interrupts the pair and their squabbling. ‘Look they’re going to do their big finale!’ She gestures for both men to look towards the stage where you were levitating not only yourself but also several huge heavy looking crates above the anticipating crowd.

‘What’re you going to do now sparkles!’ Johnny wonders to himself as he as well as the rest of the crowd eyes the crates curiously. He even heard Reed mutter about how interesting this was going to be and before he could ask the man of science what he meant by that, Johnny heard the cries of the crowd as the heavy crates became a literal waterfall of fresh rose petals, but before they could cascaded down upon him and the crowd you had been quick to change your mind and made the roses explode like miniature fireworks; watching them as they went off one by one safely above their heads.

‘Thank you everybody! Thank you all for coming!’ You bowed before the crowd who were giving you a standing ovation, throwing you their bouquet of flowers upon the stage as you used your magic to catch them, cradling them in your arms as you smiled widely at the applause you were getting before looking directly towards the front row at Johnny, Sue, Ben and Reed who were all standing up themselves and cheering the loudest.

‘That’s my baby! That. Is. My. Baby!’ Johnny shouts once again as he throws you his bouquet of flowers that he had gotten you and it was the biggest bouquet you had received, filled to the brim with flowers with so many meanings but all screamed the same thing: how much he loved and found you beautiful and how loved you are.

‘That’s my future sibling in law!’ Sue screamed next as you attempted to hide your sheepish smile when she throws you her own bouquet of flowers that was just as big as Johnny’s and equally as vibrant and full of colourful meanings behind them.

‘Excellent show sweetheart.’ Reed exclaimed after his wife, throwing you his bouquet of flowers before clapping along with the rest of the crowd. You knew his stance on magic and you didn’t dare try to change that and infect you weren’t expecting him to show up tonight, but seeing that he did only made your face become even hotter as your arms struggled to keep ahold of all the beautiful gifts being thrown your way even with your magic.

‘Best show yet sparkles!’ Ben shouts last as he threw his own bouquet atop of the rest of the family’s flowers, clapping along with the rest of them as a stage assistant helped you with taking some flower off of your hands, presumably to put them in your room for later but as for right now you would drink in the cheers and the applause; more importantly the ones coming from that of your boyfriend and his family in the very front row, just happy to see that they took the time to watch your show. However Johnny didn’t think this was enough as he was quick to get himself up and onto the stage, much to sue, Ben and reed’s voices of discouragement in this behaviour, but Johnny didn’t care as rushed towards you with open arms as he caged you against his chest and planted a thousand kissed into your head much to your surprise.

‘Johnny!’ You whined against his chest but didn’t do anything to push him away from you and instead buried your head deeper into his chest, smiling like you’ve never smiled before meeting him.

‘I’m proud of you sweetheart, you did amazing up here, nobody could ever top that and I mean never.’ Johnny whispers into your head as he planted a few more kisses, uncaring that your pictures were being taken that would be later used in the papers the next day, he really didn’t care because all he wanted to do was show you how much he cared about this and about you; if anything the papers would just only reconfirm to everyone that ex playboy Johnny storm was off the market indefinitely, for his heart was stolen by a master of the mystic arts, and a cute one at that.

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Jealousy Rings - Major Gale Cleven

summary: not everyone at Thorpe Abbotts knew you were taken and one of them was Major Rosenthal ; 2k words

Planes crashed, planes disappeared, planes returned. That was everything you knew - they wouldn’t tell nurses more than that - not that you necessarily needed additional information to seeing injured pilots, anyways.

But you always felt a sense of relief when you were told that some pilots managed to jump off a burning plane or that despite mechanical issues they were all able to return to base safe and sound.

“This is going to sting, Major.”, you warned Rosie as you started disinfecting one of his wounds. The pilot didn’t wince, the disinfectant doing its job within seconds. It was the second time you had encountered Major Rosenthal in the sickbay - fortunately only to take care of his wounds and nothing too concerning.

You felt his heavy gaze on you, those blue eyes burning holes on your skin. Having Major Rosenthal in the sickbay was seen as a treat for all the nurses who worked there - you noticed the withheld giggles and the exchange of looks. His presence didn’t distract you too much, after all you were there to do your job. And your job was to help others.

“Alright, you’re all set.”, you pulled away and looked at the bandage. “I would leave it there for today. Please come by tomorrow so I can take a look at the wound again.”, the words left your lips swiftly. Major Rosenthal nodded and cleared his throat, before he stood up from the bed.

“Thank you.”, he said, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled, not hearing a lot of gratitude these days. “I, uh… Are you going to the party for the 25th tonight?”, his tone didn’t waver despite his hesitation at the beginning. Silence followed after his question and you swore you could hear a pin drop. You looked around and noticed that even the other nurses were expecting your response.

“Uhm…”, you hesitatingly locked eyes with him. “Yeah, I think so.”, a nod was all you could muster.

Rosie smiled, the sigh of relief unseen by you. “Good, good.”, he nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”, after his final words, he left the sickbay and in an instant, all nurses gathered around you.

“Oh my god, Y/N!”, one of them exclaimed. “You broke up with Cleven?”, you frowned at her question and immediately shook your head.

“No, of course not. Why would you say that?”, you looked at her questioningly. The nurses exchanged a look and scoffed.

“You said yes to going to the party with Rosenthal.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “No, no, he just asked if I was going to be there. I’m going with Buck tonight.”, you explained and suddenly felt embarrassment flooding over you. He meant it in a friendly way, right?

“Ah, one of the men is going to be toast.”, Julia said and Greta found herself agreeing with her. Your lips parted and before you could say anything, another chipped in.

“My money is on Cleven punching Rosie.”, more nurses agreed and you simply stood there, petrified. You knew your Buck would never lay a hand on anybody, because you wouldn’t be seen with anyone other than him in the first place - the whole debate was absolutely nuts.

You didn’t want to encourage them anymore, so you wordlessly left the sickbay and walked down the corridor, trying to forget about it all.

“Bucky.”, Buck greeted his friend and sat down. “Have you seen Y/N?”, his friend shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

“I thought you’d pick her up.”, he raised an eyebrow and Buck sighed, shaking his head.

“I thought so too, but she said she was gonna come here with her friends.”, at Buck’s words, Bucky straightened up in his seat.

“Is Julie coming as well?”, he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Another sigh left the Major. “That’s the thing. I don’t know.”, Buck wasn’t all too worried, but he hadn’t seen you all day. With him handling some documents and preparations all day and you at the sickbay, your paths had yet to cross today.

Maybe tonight was the night he’d gather his courage and pop the question. There was serenity lingering in the air as one of the pilots was going to celebrate the infamous milestone of the 25th. He wanted to share that experience with you, let you absorb all the positivity of the party and then take you out.

But it seemed like someone else already had plans for you.

“Gale.”, at the sound of his actual name, Buck’s eyes darted on Bucky´s, immediately noticing the serious look on his friend. “Six o’clock.”

Buck turned around and noticed you by the bar - you weren’t alone though.

“I’m going to kill him.”, his face was stoic, but the emotion in his words told another story.

Bucky clicked his tongue, also keeping his eyes on you and the flirty Major. “Teach him a lesson, but don’t kill him, though. He’s a good pilot.”, Gale turned around to face his friend, his face void of emotion. “What?”

Buck abruptly pushed his chair back and stood up swiftly. Major John Egan leaned back in his chair, eager to see the situation unfold before him. His eyes darted on your figure, your expression visibly uncomfortable at the attention Major Rosenthal was giving you. Bucky knew he was a good man, but he was flirting with the wrong woman.

Your eyes softened at the sight of Buck approaching you, but Rosie still kept talking about one of his missions.

“Major.”, your Buck said and Rosenthal turned around, almost startled by the firmness in the man’s voice. “I hope you’re not bothering my wife, Major.”

Just like in the sickbay, everybody seemed to be listening to your conversation. You had a feeling your heart stopped at the way he referred to you. Your cheeks started staining red, the same shade as your lipstick.

Major Rosenthal´s eyes widened at his words, his gaze darting between you and Buck, who instinctively inched closer to you. His arm curled around your waist as he waited on the pilot’s response.

“I, uhm, I am so sorry Major. I had no idea.”, the brunette stammered, his eyes disappearing from the both of you. He looked down for a moment and then raised his gaze again, your eyes locking.

You felt unspoken words locked up in your throat, but you couldn’t say anything. “I’m very sorry Mrs Cleven.”, Rosie apologized and then looked over to Buck. “It won’t happen again, Major. Have a good evening.”, his blue eyes lowered once more and then he left, leaving the 25th mission celebrations.

All the eyes that were locked on the scene moved away and that was when you could finally breathe out.

“You okay?”, Buck’s caring tone brought you back to reality. You wordlessly nodded, but having known you for a long time, he knew exactly what to do. Gale found your hand with ease and pulled you away from the crowd and music, until you found yourselves outside in the fresh air.

You found a quiet place and sat down, your eyes low as you still couldn’t wrap your head around what had just happened. Discomfort still lingered in the air.

“Has he been bothering you for a long time?”, the Major’s voice and tone drastically changed now that he was with you. There was no firmness, no jealousy and no confrontation. Just his soft, loving side bared before you.

You found yourself shaking your head. “No, he’s just been at the sickbay and I looked at his wounds.”, you explained, still feeling uneasy.

Buck’s eyes didn’t leave your face, waiting for more.

A sigh left your lips. “He did ask me if I was gonna go tonight and I said yes.”, Gale hummed, the ring box feeling heavy in his pocket. He couldn’t do it tonight - that wouldn’t be their story, no.

“I´m sorry.”, your voice made him snap out of his thoughts. His expression turned confused to your apologies. “I probably led him on—“

Gale cut you off immediately, his hands finding yours in comfort. “No, no, darling. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just doing your job, weren’t you?”, his finger grazed your cheek in a loving way, his blue eyes finding yours with ease.

But you suddenly remembered something. “Buck… Earlier, you called me your wife.”, the familiar blush was back on your cheeks, but fortunately he couldn’t tell due to the darkness outside. Now it was Gale’s turn to feel a little warm in his face, the actions from earlier biting back at him.

“I did?”, you nodded quickly at his unfazed tone.

“Major Rosenthal called me Mrs Cleven and all…”, and there was that shyness in your tone again, almost overwhelming you. His lips formed a small grin, his eyes darting at your joined hands.

“Yeah, he did, that Major…”, he trailed off, brushing your finger. You glanced at his pocket and bit your lip, not knowing whether or not you should tell him that you knew.

“I wouldn’t mind being Mrs Cleven.”, his heart skipped a beat at your impulsive words. “I just need a ring or people won’t know I’m taken.”

Gale´s eyes widened, his heart in his throat. At the moment of weakness, your eyes wandered on his face, taking in his clenched jaw and his stormy eyes. A gentle smile made its way on your face, absolutely in awe of this man and his soft side.

“How’d you know?”, he scratched the back of his neck, his gaze hesitating to meet yours. Your smile turned into a teasing one as your hand reached out to pat the pocket in his jacket. The Major’s cheeks seemed to be permanently stained by a soft, cherry blush as you felt the box under your touch.

“I can pretend I don’t know. That way you can proceed with your plan.”, your hand slid to his as you gave it a comforting squeeze. You knew that Gale had an elaborate strategy to anything in life, so your proposal wasn’t going to be counted out of it.

A sigh fell from his lips. “I wanted to take you to the party and then I would’ve danced with you and—“

You looked at him dreamily, for your Buck never danced.

“—then I would’ve taken you outside, muster up the courage— first tell you how pretty you look under the moonlight, of course.”

“Of course.”, you repeated, catching the glimpse of his beautiful smile.

He fiddled with his pocket and pulled out the box, a small gasp escaping your lips at the sight of the pretty ring. “Then I would’ve said, Y/N you’re the most incredible woman I´ve ever met and you’re the reason I wanna come home every time I’m in the air. I love you and I hope you can give me the honor of being your husband.”, he concluded and then slowly found your eyes.

“Ideally, you would say—“

“YES!”, you jumped on him with a squeal, Gale laughed and kissed your temple.

You pulled back and felt tears brimming in your eyes, making you look up.

“Aw, baby.”, he cooed, his finger brushing a tear away. “C´mere, let me slide this ring on your finger.”, you nodded, still unable to speak due to the overwhelming emotion.

Comfortable silence engulfed you for a moment, his hand found your chin and tilted it up, placing his soft lips on yours. It was a magical moment, even if it had started in a slightly tragic way. 

“My honey.”, he murmured softly against your lips. “I mean it. You’re the reason I come home, baby.”, your heart burst right then and there. Your eyes slowly drifted to his and the sight amazed you — you could only find love and adoration there. You were truly at loss of words. But something he had mentioned earlier gnawed at you.

“Gale.”, your voice almost as sweet as honey with those tears still running down your cheeks. He hummed, his eyes couldn’t tear away from you. “Can you still dance with me?”

The Major chuckled, but he nodded nonetheless. He stood up and offered you his hand with a smile. Without giving it a second thought, you grabbed his hand and stood up, immediately engulfed by his strong frame.

You swayed in the dark, your ears to his beating heart — that being the soundtrack of the night. The ring glistened under the moonlight, almost outshining your eyes.

“I love you.”, he murmured against your hair, an automatic smile finding its way on your face. You instantly looked up and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Major Cleven.”

A/N: I´m so in love with Buck - also writing this because Mr Austin Butler has gone into hiding 😩🥺🤍

MASTERLIST buck cleven masterlist

austin 2025 digital calendar 🎀 austin phone case💋

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hobie brown x o’hara!reader

request?: yes

request: “I know you’re probably busy 🙏🏽 but can I request a hobie x reader Where reader is miguels kid but from another universe and we were known as “dangerous” to the multiverse and miguel had to watch over us and we find out while hanging out with hobie and hobie has to comfort us as we try to process the fact that Miguel wasn’t our real dad and just someone keeping the mutliverse safe?

I really hope this makes sense i just don’t know how to make is make sense uk? 😭 💀”

requested by: @millerworld​

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst with some fluff

Warnings: language, mentions of childbirth death, big feelings of betrayal, probably horrible spanish, honestly a lot of angst

A/N: apologies for the wait for this one! i love writing angst though so i was rubbing my hands together like an evil lil bitch writing this. i apologize if the spanish is wrong/not how it would actually be said/worded. been a minute since i took a spanish course, so i am a little rusty. please enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting, love! :)

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Ever since you remembered your dad, Miguel O’Hara, was there. Of course, there are certain moments of your childhood you don’t remember, as every child has, but your earliest memory is your dad picking you up and soothing you as you cried at two years old. And ever since then, he was always there. Your friends at school would always say you were so lucky that you had a dad that was so devoted to you, and you agreed. To an extent. See, he was very particular about what he allowed you to do. It wasn’t in a negative way, necessarily, he was just protective. His favorite saying and your least favorite saying in your house was ‘I just want what’s best for you, cariño.’

It resulted in you staying home from school events, friend events, and generally any type of event where your safety could have been compromised. It caused you to be a bit of a loner, always hearing about the parties, the gossip, all of it instead of actually experiencing it for yourself.

Of course, it annoyed you.

It still does.

He’s loosened up a bit eventually, though, allowing you to go to work with him. Which also meant you got to meet many spiders. Quite a few of the spider-people quickly became your closest friends, as it was simpler and easier for your dad to keep tabs on you in Spider Society. Much to his chagrin, you quickly became best friends with Hobie Brown. The two of you were around the same age, and since you were annoyed at your dad and in your rebellious era, you got along swimmingly. A little too swimmingly, actually, which Miguel purposefully chose to ignore for the most part. Until he saw Hobie sucking his little one’s face off. Regardless, Hobie was always quick to validate all your conflicted, annoyed, and even positive feelings about your father. He even helped you come out of your shell and rebel against Miguel occasionally.

Miguel didn’t like this very much, but he also knew that Hobie was still a good influence on you. No matter how many times both of you tried to convince him that he wasn’t. But sometimes, Hobie would talk you into doing things that he very much disliked. Hated, even. And this time was one of those times. While he was out, containing a particularly difficult anomaly, Hobie convinced you to search through Miguel’s personal files on his supercomputer because he bet if your birth certificate would be anywhere, it would be there. When you found a folder with your name, you expected to open it to see some family pictures, hoping for your birth certificate with the name of your mom. Your dad never really talked about your mom, just that she passed away during childbirth. You stopped asking because every time you did, he would get very quiet and a guilty look would appear on his face. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. So you went into this endeavor excited to see what you might find out. Unfortunately, that excitement didn’t last for very long. See when you opened your file expecting these mundane things, that wasn’t what you were met with.

In fact, that was nowhere near what you found.

You found detailed notes all about you.

“What the hell,” you mumble, scrolling through the various pictures of you as an infant, with two adult strangers. Hobie said nothing, looking at all the pictures and skimming the important parts of all the files you were pulling up with a frown on his face. You stop on a specific picture of a woman holding you in a hospital bed. She was smiling.

And she was very much alive.

Tears immediately start to well up in your eyes as Hobie gently pulls your hands away from the computer. “Think that’s enough a’ that, love,” he says softly. You yank your arms away from him. “No.” You scroll to the next photo, seeing a man you’ve never met before holding you in the same hospital room, with the same strange woman right next to him. The next time you scroll, it’s a detailed account from Miguel about who you are. Notes from your dad declaring you a ‘danger’ and that you ‘must be contained somehow.’ Talk of your biological parents, their names, and how you had to be separated from them before ‘irreversible damage was done to the multiverse.’

You stare at the screen, and Hobie pulls your hands away again, successfully this time. He steps between you and the screens, blocking your view and slowly walking you backward and away from the files. You’re too shocked to say anything, the only thing you can do is quietly cry. Hobie opens his mouth to say something when Miguel’s voice rings out. “What do the two of you think you’re doing?”

The two of you turn your heads toward Miguel, and his annoyed frown turns to one of concern as soon as he sees the look on your face. “¿Qué tienes, mi corazón?” Miguel asks, his voice much softer as he approaches you. Hobie moves, positioning himself between you and your ‘father,’ and scoffs. “Think you got some explainin’ to do ‘ere, mate,” Hobie says, and Miguel looks at him confused. Then he sees what’s on the screen. A look of horrified realization spreads across his face, and he looks at you. “(Y/n), cariño, I can explain.”

“Don’t call me that,” your voice, albeit shaky, finally comes back to you. Hobie turns his attention to you, squeezing the hand you’ve been holding onto for dear life ever since he pulled you away from the computer. “(Y/n)—”

“Who am I? Who are you to me?”

“…Please, let me—”

“WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE?!” you shout, desperately yearning for your dad to say they weren’t what was said in his reports. But all he does is frown. “They’re… they are your biological parents,” he confesses, and you make a choked noise. Hobie subtly begins turning his watch to his universe, ready to make an escape from your dad at any point. “If you just let me explain—”

“I’m a threat to the multiverse?” you choke out through your tears, “What the fuck does that mean, papá?! If I can even call you that.” Miguel’s jaw clenches. “Don’t forget who raised you.”

“How could I?! How could you?! Is this why you never let me do anything?! Too worried your querido bebecito would destroy the fucking multiverse?!”

“(Y/n). I did it to protect everyone.”

“What about me?! Did you ever plan on telling me?! How is separating me from my family protecting me?!” Hobie places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and keeping you shielded by him as Miguel tries to step closer to you. Miguel glares at him, and Hobie glares back. Miguel holds out his hand in a surrendering way. “It was to protect you just as much, if not more, as it was to protect everyone else. If you would just listen—“

“No. No, I’m done listening to you.”

“Cariño—”

“I am not tú cariño. I am not tú corazoón. You are not mi papá,” you say, venom behind your words. You can practically see Miguel’s heart shatter into tiny little pieces.

That was the worst thing you could have ever said to him.

Before he can say anything else, Hobie opens the portal, pulling you through and closing it almost immediately. You find yourself in the familiar atmosphere of his flat. “C’mere, love,” he mumbles, pulling you into his arms. You grip his shirt, sobbing into his chest as he rocks you back and forth, softly shushing you occasionally and rubbing your back. After what feels like hours, but was really maybe a minute, he swiftly picks you up, carrying you bridal style to his bed as you continue to cry into his shirt. He sits down, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head and rubbing up and down your arm. He can’t help but feel guilty for this. If he didn’t convince you to look at the computer…

“Don’t blame yourself, Hobie… please,” you whimper, and he sighs. “Love, you needa stop bein’ so good at knowin’ what i’m thinkin’,” he mumbles, and you look up at him with a soft smile. “Can’t help it. Even your thoughts are loud,” you say, and he snorts. “Chuffed to see the cryin’ made ya feel better,” he says and you shake your head. “I still feel like shit, Hobie,” you whisper, and he frowns. He gently wipes some tears away from your cheeks. “Reckon all ‘at cryin’ has you knackered?” he mumbles, and you nod softly. He lays backwards, maneuvering the two of you to be laying down. The two of you face each other, one of his hands cradling the side of your face while the other soothingly rubs up and down your side. You grip onto his shirt, and he places a soft peck on your nose. “‘m sorry, love,” he says, and you sniffle. “I already told you it isn’t your fault.”

“‘Kay, still feel like it was,” he says, and you sigh. “That’s not important right now,” he mumbles, gently pulling you closer. “What’s important is that I make you feel better.” You look at him, your eyes are still glossy from tears. “Never met someone who looked so stunnin’ when they cry,” he says, gently stroking your cheek. You smile softly, and he does too. “There’s my favorite smile,” he whispers before softly placing his lips on yours. It’s only for a second, but it makes all the pain go away. And you’re grateful for that. Even if it is just for a second. “Get some sleep, love.” He kisses your forehead, tangling his legs with yours and pulling your head into his chest. You relax into him. He was right. The crying was exhausting. Before you know it, you’re asleep as Hobie gently traces shapes into your skin, whispering anything and everything he loves about you to you so softly that if you weren’t really listening, you wouldn’t hear any of it. No one makes you feel protected quite like Hobie does.

And even if it’s just for a moment, thanks to Hobie, you feel like everything will be okay.

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can we possibly get the one where Gideon doesn’t like bombshell reader and poor Spencer is watching like☹️

Spencer feels a little like a child of divorce. Like, he absolutely is a child of divorce, but he didn’t think he’d feel this way at work. Lately, all Hotch and Gideon do is argue. 

It’s especially odd in that Hotch doesn’t usually go against Gideon’s judgement, even when he doesn’t agree, but you seem to be something Hotch is willing to fight for, and Spencer has no idea why.

“We don’t need her,” Gideon says. Spencer knows it isn’t Gideon being cruel, just stern. “We have a fine team without her.” 

“But with her, we’re better. And we have an opening. I know you like Greenaway for it, and I do too–”

“Everyone likes Greenaway for the position, she’s more palatable than L/N, and she works harder.”

Spencer tries not to whip his face back and forth like he’s following a ping pong ball, but it’s hard to keep up. He has no idea what his mentor’s talking about in all honesty, you’d seemed more than palatable when you met him last week. You were nice. And barely anybody is nice to Spencer. 

You sounded like you actually wanted to hear him talk, something Gideon has often been alone in. And palatable is a subjective word. 

“That’s not necessarily true,” Hotch says, knowing he’s losing. 

“We’re not gonna rush into picking someone,” Gideon says, less stern, more neutral. 

“No. I have invited her to the Georgia consultation this afternoon.” 

Gideon sighs through his nose. The afternoon rolls around quickly. Spencer doesn’t want to think about it but he’s excited to see you, and he feels conflicted in that; Gideon is the first person in a long time who actually seems to care about him, so Spencer is guilty of always aiming to please, but he can’t understand why Gideon dislikes you so much. Am I being easily led? he wonders. 

He’ll admit to finding you attractive. In his head, that is. You’d spoken so particularly, you’d looked stunning, and you didn’t make a fuss when he wouldn’t shake your hand. You called him beautiful. 

It’s the nicest, kindest attention he’s had since he started. Morgan calls him pretty boy. Spencer knows it’s not the same thing. 

They gather in the conference room, Morgan, Hotch, Gideon and Spencer, just a few minutes before 2PM. A minute later, you’re knocking on the door. 

“Hello…” You smile when you realise they’re here. “Am I late?” 

“No, L/N. Come and take a seat,” Hotch says. 

There’s a plastering of documents on the table and an empty seat by both Morgan and Spencer. You choose the one beside Spencer despite a stack of manilla folders, tucking your chair in neatly. “Oh, the grizzly stuff. This will upset my feminine energy.” 

Morgan laughs. Gideon glares at the table. 

Spencer likes it when you’re around. One more person and suddenly the consultation is a conversation and not a debate. You can keep up with everyone. You laugh at Spencer occasionally and he doesn’t know why, but he can tell it isn’t cruel laughter; he’s had a long time to work out the difference. 

Gideon excuses himself for a coffee half an hour in. 

Hotch immediately leans across the table. “I’m trying to help you,” he says. 

You grimace. “What am I doing wrong now?” 

“The laughing.” 

“You laugh.” 

“I know.” Hotch smiles at you. “You’re getting good at this, you have good insight on the dark triad. You read the book I sent?” 

“How’s Haley?” you ask.

He shakes his head, but his smile stays. “Don’t joke about that.” 

You’re not flirting. Or, Spencer doesn’t think so. It’s more likely you’re joking as Hotch says, everything about your body language pointing to amicable friendliness besides your flirting tones. “I read the book,” you say. Your gaze turns to Spencer. “Bet you’ve read it too, huh? Morgan said you’ve read every book ever written.” 

“That’s an exaggeration,” Spencer says. 

“But close?” you ask. “I’d love some recommendations. You know. For profiling.” 

“Don’t let her fool you, Reid, she’s well read,” Morgan says. 

“Wait, Gideon doesn’t like you because you laugh?” Spencer asks. 

It’s a socially inept thing to say, he realises after. You lean back in your chair all sweet and soft with your legs crossed, your dark stockings thin at the knees. He’s so, so worried you’re going to be offended and that’s exactly what he needs, a possible friend isolated again by his inability to read the room, but you don’t chew him out. You nudge his leg gently with the toe of your heel. 

“Now who said he doesn’t like me, handsome?” you ask teasingly. 

Spencer regrets the heat that floods his face and neck. 

“It’s complicated,” you add, your smile more than friendly, Spencer can’t work it out. “But don’t worry, I’ll turn him around eventually. It’s one of my many talents.” 

Oh, he thinks. That’s what it is. Spencer’s finally in on the joke. 

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flopstar ⏯ teaser [kun]

⏯ teaser word count: 1259 | full fic: 18.3k ⏯ genre: band au, retired floprockstar/venue manager!kun, rookie/keyboardist!reader, age gap (kun is older), fluff, v v suggestive (lol it’s a kun fic written by me this gets so unhinged im sorry), ft. jungwoo/mark/chenle/jisung as reader’s bandmates, wayv as kun’s coworkers & some special guest appearances maybe?? ⏯ warnings: uhm there’s some maybe weird power dynamics going on here? reader is a former fan of kun’s but like his band flopped and they never met back then so 🤷‍♀️ read at your own peril ig, not necessarily a warning but since i do avoid describing the reader’s appearance in my fics, i wanted to give a heads up—reader is in a punk/alternative band and is mentioned and/or implied to have some tattoos and piercings (other than earlobes). i don’t get super detailed, but since it’s there, i wanted to make sure y’all weren’t caught off-guard ⏯ extra info: set in the same universe as filler episodes & sugarcoated brain, but u don’t need to read those in order to understand this one at all i prommy ⏯ estimated release: saturday, december 14, 2024 3:00 p.m. eastern time

“Uh, you can settle in,” Yangyang waved his hands around vaguely. “We’re going to go see if the old man finally keeled over or something.”

“I heard that.” A stern voice resounded from just outside the green room, making the two employees jump and turn around.

A third man had joined you all, focusing an unamused gaze on Yangyang and Kunhang. He was dressed in black from head to toe, a black leather jacket over black button-up shirt and black jewelry glinting from his neck, ears, and knuckles. He wore dark pants and big black work boots too, so you were doubly surprised at how quietly he could move. While you could tell he was older than the rest of you, you definitely wouldn’t call him old. As soon as his sharp eyes flicked over to you from under a curtain of jet-black hair, a jolt of recognition zapped through you, and you grabbed Jisung’s arm at the same time that you bit down on your tongue to avoid making a sound. Your friend’s arm tensed in surprise, but he thankfully stayed quiet too. The newcomer’s gaze went back to his employees as quick as it had flitted over your band.

“Go find something to do,” he shooed them away with one swift hand movement.

“On it!” They replied in unison, shoes squeaking on the concrete floor as they quite literally ran away.

He turned back to you all, taking a few steps in to fully enter the green room. The annoyance drained from his face, and his features became beautifully neutral as he greeted you all politely. “Sorry, I was on a call, it took much longer than I thought it would. If they didn’t already tell you, my assistant manager is out, so it’s a bit hectic around here right now. Normally our weekly act is her responsibility.”

“Is she okay?” Jungwoo asked.

“Yes, she’s fine,” the manager replied. “She’s assisting our usual weekly with their mini-tour. Which is why you all are here, of course. We appreciate you agreeing to fill in for RFE on this temporary basis.”

“Thanks for the opportunity,” Mark replied automatically.

“If you all do well, it might not have to be temporary, hm?” He said, and though his words were kind, his expression didn’t change. You were beginning to taste blood. “I’m Kun, manager of Venue:Hell. Please let me know if you have any issues while you’re here. I’ve delayed your soundcheck already, so I’ll let you go ahead.”

With that, Kun stepped out as briskly as he had arrived, leaving no room for further conversation or introductions.

As soon as he left, Jisung yanked his arm from your grip and looked at you incredulously. “Christ, Y/N, what the fuck—”

“He played the keys in Vizions!” You hissed, anxiously looking over at the hallway as if he might reappear.

“Wait, like that band that only released one album like a decade ago that you’re obsessed with?” Chenle questioned doubtfully. “How can you be sure?”

“She went to like every gig they had,” Mark recounted. “Got us grounded, and then would insist on sneaking out while we were grounded to go to even more. If anybody is gonna recognize a member of that band, it’s her.”

“You should see if he’ll sign your album,” Jungwoo suggested with a grin, nudging you with his elbow.

“Or fuck him,” Chenle deadpanned abruptly, dropping onto the well-used couch, stretching his legs out. “You’re in a band now too, not just a fan.”

“You guys don’t get it, I didn’t just think he was hot—”

“That was definitely part of it,” Mark snorted.

“—He was awesome on the keys! And he wrote all of their songs, and produced their entire album by himself!” You defended yourself. “He made me realize I didn’t just have to do piano recitals and that I could do something like this.”

“Alright, sorry, Y/N,” Chenle said softly. “We were just messin’ with you.”

“Do you think he recognized you? Since you apparently went to so many of their shows?” Jisung asked.

You shook your head. “No way. I never had the courage to talk to them. And that was like ten years ago anyway.”

“I still think you should see if he’ll sign your CD.” Jungwoo patted your shoulder. “It’d probably make his day.”

“I don’t know, clearly the band thing didn’t work out for him,” Chenle added. “He might want to just forget it all.”

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously, then let out a dejected sigh. “Nah, it’s not like I carry the CD with me everywhere…”

Your set at Venue:Hell that night was a hit, if you did say so yourself. It wasn’t nearly as big of a turnout as the Valentine’s event you’d played at, but that was to be expected for a random Thursday night. The crowd was surprisingly engaged, especially since you were careful to incorporate a couple covers of popular songs into your set.

Running off the stage, the five of you immediately tackled each other in a group hug that was all yelling, elbows, sweat, laughing, and chaos.

“One down, three to go!” You cheered, ruffling up Jisung’s matted hair.

“Oh my god, we’re doing this again!” Mark added breathlessly.

“Boo!” You all immediately jeered at the corny joke he made every chance he got. “Tomato! Tomato!”

He laughed loudly as you and Chenle pushed and jostled him, but not enough for him to fully leave your circle. Jungwoo tugged him back in.

“Good job, guys,” Dejun, a stage tech, congratulated you as he passed by, starting to break down some of the equipment on stage.

Your band broke apart to help the staff shut down the stage for the night as other music played over the speakers of the venue and patrons chatted and danced on the floor. A few came up to the stage to talk with you as you worked, interested both in you all as the new weekly, and what had happened to the old weekly. They seemed relieved to hear that Roses for Eyes wasn’t gone for good, and were really enthused in the feedback they had for you.

After putting your equipment that you would be taking home in the green room, you all decided to stay and mingle for a little while more. If this was only going to be for four nights, you wanted to make them count and do as much as you could to get your band’s name out there. You ordered a drink from Sicheng the bartender, at which time you found out that the 50% employee discount applied to you too for the time being. Turning back to the crowd, you strained to spot any of your bandmates among the bodies.

“Hey,” Kun had appeared next to you at the bar, and you jumped out of your skin.

“Fuckin’ Christ, dude,” you coughed, trying to catch your breath. “Can you teleport or something?”

“Sorry.” He seemed more amused than apologetic. “Good set.”

“Thanks.” You took a sip of your drink to avoid looking him in the eye.

“Who did the arrangement for that first cover?”

“I did. Uhm, it obviously wasn’t for a rock band, so I had to do some tweaking…”

He nodded, looking actually impressed. “You compose?”

“Me and Mark for the most part, yeah. The other guys pitch in on songwriting sometimes, too. Chenle’s adlibs are crazy good.”

“Cool. See you next week.” Kun pushed off the bar, disappearing into the crowd.

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WARNINGS; Dom! seungmin, Sub!reader, ruined orgasm, thigh riding, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia, begging, meanie seungmin, daddy kink, jealous seungmin, choking, hair pulling, finger sucking,slapping ((!! LACK OF PROPER AFTERCARE!! it’s brief!!)) Other skz members are mentioned, it’s IDOL!AU

OTHER WARNING; this story involves alcohol, reader & seungmin are tipsy but sober enough to make adult decisions. Both non-verbally consent.

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You are currently backstage with the members & a few members of staff, helping them pack their items away to leave the showcase, after winning yet another award. You got acquainted with the boys through work, you were called asking if you wanted to be a stylist for a ‘well known kpop group’ & you thought of the money & obviously said yes, but you were in disbelief when it was straykids you would be styling. You were very nervous & shy at first to be working with them but you have now became one of their closest friends other than the other boys themselves & have worked with them for almost 3 years.

They regularly invite you over to their dorm to watch the latest kdramas, let you watch them record their music so you can ‘get an idea of the vibe for the outfits’(changbins words) & so on. Out of all the guys, you would say your closest friend is hyunjin… but behind closed doors, seungmin is your closest friend by a mile. Seungmin & you would not necessarily avoid each other, but you got a vibe he didn’t really like you so you would only really speak when necessary, but that all changed one night when you, Seungmin, Jeongin & Bangchan were at the dorms watching movies but you had all run out of snacks so Jeongin & Chan went to the store to get some more. One thing lead to another & you & Seungmin ended up kissing & his dick somehow ended up in your mouth.

Ever since then, Seungmin would somehow find ways to get you alone, whether that be dragging you into a janitor cupboard or making up a random issue with the outfit during dress rehearsals just so you could both leave the room to completely fix the issue, just for him to instead, completely ruin your cunt while his members are in the next room completely unaware.When you don’t come back since your legs can no longer do what they are intended for, the guys wouldn’t really think too much if you didn’t come back with him since they all know how busy you are with phone calls & things, but in the odd occasion they do ask, seungmin has a smooth tongue & can think of an excuse that wont make them think twice.

You all finish packing the boys items away & leave through the back door & divide yourselves into the 3 5 seater cars, You end up with another staff member in the front, Hyunjin on your left, you in the middle & As your luck has it… seungmin on the right. You & seungmin have previously agreed to try keep your arrangement secret just so you both don’t need to hear about it 24/7 from other members, so he only speaks when spoken to.

You & hyunjin talk about random things & share some laughs, hyunjin tries to include seungmin in the conversation but he dismisses it, you can tell he’s not tired so you don’t know what’s bothering him.

“Minnie don’t get too tired, we still gotta celebrate, we have a booth booked at the other end of Seoul since we won” Hyunjin reaches over you & taps seungmin playfully, he just smiles at him & looks out the window, ‘strange but okay’ you think to yourself.

After a quick stop back at the dorms & changing into better clothes for the occasion (yes you have some clothes at their dorm saved for things like this) You along with just the guys & some security come with you. You take one last look in the mirror by the front door & make sure you look okay, your figure is complimented beautifully by the dress you are wearing, curves looking flattering in all the right places.

“Oh look y/n we are matching! wearing the same colour”

You turn around & smile as you see hyunjin, wearing a satin dress shirt matching the colour of your dress, you open your mouth to say something as you see seungmin walk towards the door along with Leeknow which sparks an idea, flirt with hyunjin, afterall you’re not blind you know he’s attractive & secondly, it lights something inside you knowing seungmin will get jealous, but can’t say or do anything about it.

“aw yeah we are jinnie, you look good as always” You shoot him a smile before hearing chan say ‘let’s go’ & you walk ahead, making sure to sway your hips slightly knowing not only seungmin but also hyunjin was no doubt also looking.

You all get to the club not too long after & all make your way to the booth as the security sits not too far away, it’s just you, Changbin & Felix’ girlfriend & then you along with the members themselves, you’re sat next to Han & you made sure you sat next to seungmin too, just to see if he would react. Chan orders some expensive tequila to the table & you all start chatting amongst yourselves, you feel your eyes being pulled back to hyunjin every few minutes though, listening intensely to everything he would say, watching the way his lips moved. Seungmin hit you slightly on your leg when he notices you pretty much eye-fucking him from the other end of the table, you shoot a glance to seungmin & pretty much see fire in his eyes, you give him a cheeky smile then turn away again to continue your conversations.

Around an hour later Half of the members had gotten up & spread across the club, either dancing or at the bar getting drinks, you have no idea. You were sat with Changbins girlfriend when he comes over & sweet talks her away, probably to go fuck in the dirty bathroom. you roll your eyes as they leave & finish your drink before you crawl out of the end of the booth up to the bar to get another one.

You order your drink while putting your body weight into the bar as you lean against it, swaying your head to the music playing when you feel someone tapping your arm as they stand next to you, you look to your side & see it’s seungmin, who doesn’t look the most impressed person on earth

“what the fuck do you think you’re playing at y/n hm?

“what are you even talking about min-seungmin, you’ve been all weird since this morning what’s bothering you hmmm?”

you ask him with slightly hooded eyes, feeling tipsy, giving you a bit more confidence than usual, meaning you feel more comfortable teasing seungmin

“you. you’re bothering me. eyefucking my friend as you’re sat right next to me, complimenting him too, what the fuck are you playing at?”

He asks you, eyebrows raised before leaning in & speaking at a normal noise level, just loud enough for only you to hear over the loud music.

“Do you forget who you belong to baby hm? does your brain actually melt that much every time my dick is inside you you can’t remember who is fucking you hm? is that why you’re getting me & hyunjin confused?”

you blush at his words & your stomach & you know it’s not because of the alchohol. You go to open your mouth before Jeongin comes up to you both & after a few minutes of talking, Seungmin & Jeongin leave to go do something you didn’t even listen to.

You take a deep breath, flustered at what seungmin said to you, you finally receive your drink, you grab the straw when you feel yet another person tapping your arm. You sway yourself around to see hyunjin this time.

“since when were you n seungmin friends hm?” he asks you, smirking down at you slightly, eyebrow piercing shining from all the lights.

“ah, he was just asking for eh, drink recommendations, he didn’t like the sound of what i recommended though” You joke with him, he buys your story.

“ahh, well what drink do you have hm? that looks good” He nods towards your drink

“ahh, it’s a strawberry daiquiri, you never had one? you’re missing out”

“hmm i don’t think so, but i don’t want to order one & not like it you know? could i have a sip pleeeaaaaseee”

He gives you a smile full of teeth & you wanna see where this goes, his smile is so compelling afterall, it’s thee hwang hyunjin

“you’re a millionaire, im sure you can afford it jinnie but hmm,i’m feeling nice today & since you won that award you can have a SIP.” You offer your drink to him & he takes a sip from the thick paper straw the bartender gave you. He lets out a hum of approval before using the straw to scoop out the half strawberry that’s also in your drink & putting it in-between his fingers.

“hey no! i wanted that, don’t eat it hyunjin!”

You try to snatch your drink along with the strawberry out his hand but he simply moves it away from you, his arms being longer than yours.

“I want it too thoughhhh, why not we just share hm? here, i’ll put some of the strawberry in my mouth & then you pit the other part in your mouth hm? we can take a bite each”

You scan your eyes around the room & see seungmin, Jeongin & also Leeknow were back at the booths, taking shots but seungmin kept glancing at you, you smile at hyunjin again, now knowing he is watching you.

“sounds fun, so fineee, i want the top half though!” Hyunjin laughs as he flips it around so he has the bottom half & leans forward & down, so you can lean in & get the other half. You both suck the flavouring out of the strawberry & you decide to take it a step further by biting the strawberry, making you lean in that bit closer & kissing the side of hyunjins lips.

You lean back & giggle at his slightly flushed expression & he laughs a bit too after a moment

“didn’t know you were such a flirt y/n, wouldn’t think you were the type”

“i guess i’m just full of surprises then hmm”

you playfully hum, playing with your hair & looking into his eyes.

“Why not, i quickly go to the bathroom & then we can go dance hm?”

“that would be wonderful jinnie, don’t keep me waiting”

Hyunjin gives you a wink before walking through the crowd of people, out of sight.

You smile to yourself & start drinking your drink again when no longer than 30 seconds later, you’re being dragged by the arm. You don’t even need to properly look at the face to know who it is, the familiar sized & shaped rings along with those fingers, you can tell from a mile away. You are practically running by how fast seungmin is walking past the crowds of people. Once you end up outside the club you finally yank your arm away.

“seungmin what the fuck are you doing? that’s one way to cause a damn scene?! do you just simply forget who you are? people could be watching!”

“i don’t give a fuck! & no MY question is do you forget who you are? kissing hyunjin? are you fucking serious?”

“it was a kiss on the side of the damn lips seungmin, we simply shared a strawberry from my daiquiri, speaking of which, you want a sip hm? maybe not from the straw though, hyunjins germs are on that”

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully before holding your drink out & shaking it around slightly.Seungmins jaw clenches & he knocks the class out of your hand, it smashing on the sidewalk beside you.

“what the fu-“

“shut the hell up, wait right here y/n i’m warning you” Before you can even ask him a question he is hastily walking away from you back into the club, anger pretty much physically radiating off him. You scoff & start kicking some random rocks you find on the ground, saddened by your delicious drink that’s now all over the floor.

A minute later seungmin comes back out with a set of car keys, given to him by one of the security guards who was watching over the other members, how he got himself out of having one of the guards wanting to follow him is beyond you. He walks straight past you across the parking lot to one of the tinted windowed cars & unlocks it, expecting you to follow, & follow you do.

Once you both get over to the car he swings open the back door & turns around to look at you, his eyes scan you up & down in your dress.

“get in.” You don’t think twice before practically leaping into the back seat & scooting over so your back is against the other side door, Seungmin crawls in after you & shuts the door before locking it, away from peeping eyes.

As soon as the lock clicks, he is on you like a house on fire. You both start roughly making out, teeth clashing together & tongues fighting for dominance. He starts biting & pulling your bottom lips as he is practically ripping off the top of your dress, exposing your lack of bra.

“No bra? seriously? you were seriously *begging* to be fucked hm? who were you hoping to fuck you huh? me? or hyunjin??”

You look at him dazed, trying to appreciate how good he looks when he is angry but you snap out of it as he slaps your tit making you jump.

“was just uncomfortable to wear, you have never complained before” You say to him, lips reddened by the intense kissing, breathing through your teeth due to lack of breath. Seungmin smirks before putting his hand across your neck & squeezing slightly before you can even blink & leans into your ear & says:

“you wanna tease hm? you know how that works out for you, y/n how drunk are you hm?” He bites your earlobe before moving back slightly to properly look at you, his hand slightly loosening from your neck

“like 3 shots & 2 drinks, i’m not drunk just buzzed, swear.”

“So you just acted like such a whore for no reason hm? trying to get under my skin? or were you trying to get under hyunjins skin physically hm? gonna sleep with him like a slut? at that point you should just fuck all the other members, you’d like that wouldn’t you? it’s disgusting & sad really… so desperate… maybe i’ll just leave right now since i clearly cant satisfy you hmm?” He asks in a condescending tone & you instantly feel your panties get wet at his words.

“minnie please.. i didn’t mean it, only want you, was just a bit of fun, please baby i’m sorry” You put your hand over the one he is holding around your neck & caress it, breathing out your mouth due to the slight lack of air.

“Don’t call me baby you don’t deserve it, if you’re so sorry why not show me hm?show me how much of a desperate whore you are for my attention. take your panties off & straddle me.”

Seungmin lets go of your neck & moves away from you & fully sits on the seat as you scurry to get rid of your wet panties & straddle him. He picks them up off the seat you threw them on & hooks his finger in your mouth to pull it open enough for him to put the soiled panties in your mouth, you whine.

“Now, ride my thigh until you cum. if you can finish yourself off i’ll maybe put my cock in your hole hm? how does that sound?”

He slaps you on the cheek when you don’t reply instantly & pinches your nipples tightly as you nod your head, agreeing before starting a quick & ragged rhythm.

You reach out to hold his chest as you grind on his thigh but he stops you & pulls them away & holds both your wrists together with one of his hands.

“Don’t even think about touching me, you don’t deserve it, god knows where your hands have been.” He says, words full of venom. You feel your eyes tearing up from lack of pleasure but also his words, you love it so badly.

You start to feel your high approaching after another 7/8 minutes of grinding against him, your face stained with tears at this point. Seungmin knows you like the back of your hand & right as you start to bubble over, he uses his strength to lift your hips off his thigh, ruining your orgasmn. you begin squirming & whining, heartbroken over the orgasm that slipped through your fingers. He tosses you so you’re lying across the seats on your back as he spreads your legs & slotting himself between them.

He pulls his dick out, looking hard enough to smash a window & Jerks it a few times before slapping it over your dripping heat.

“Beg me, tell me *why* you deserve it.”

You pull the panties that are still stuffed in your mouth & toss them aside.

“Minnie please.. i want it so badly, only your cock fills me up right, i need it so badly minnie please”

He rolls his eyes at your words but slots just the tip at your entrance & pushes ONLY the tip in. you let out a tiny whine as he leans over so his face is level with yours.

“open your mouth.” You do as he says no question asked & he spits into your mouth before slapping your tits again then sitting back up. Without warning he buries himself to the hilt & you both let out a moan in unison.

He takes mercy on you & gives you a quick minute to be stretched enough to be comfortable before pulling out again & manhandling you over so you’re now on your hands & knees.

“As much as i hate to say it, i don’t blame hyunjin for fiending over you, your ass is to die for. too bad it’s just for me, isn’t it hunny?”

He smacks your ass before pressing into you again without warning. He starts a relentless pace instantly & your brain practically melts.

“Mi-nnie p-pulease slow down, too-too much..”

You move your hand to push against his pelvis to try stop the hard pounding you’re being given but he just simply grabs your wrist & presses it into your lower back.

“that’s not my name, dumb baby already lost her mind?don’t tell me what’s too much, you know the safe word if you need it. i know your body better than you, better than anyone. you can take it, you will take it. tell me, could hyunjin fuck you like this hm?”

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head & his words leave your brain the second they enter it, Seungmin doesn’t like this though & grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail & pulls you up so you’re against his chest, not slowing his pace at all.

“when i ask a question, i want an answer.”

He reaches down & slaps your clit before starting to suck on your neck

“No..no- fuck daddy no! nob-nobody could ever f-fuck me like this, n-not even hyu-“

Before you can even finish saying his name, he stuffs his index & middle finger in your mouth to shut you up. You are thankful for him holding you up by the hair or else you would just be a puddle on the seat. You squeal around his fingers & clench against seungmins dick as you cum all over him, creaming his cock. He fucks you through it before letting go of you carefully enough so you didn’t hurt yourself as he lays you on the seats face down, ass still in the air as he chases his own release.

“Surprised you didn’t squirt this time baby, i would help you get there since i know how messy you love to be but you don’t deserve it. Don’t want you to mess up these seats either for my band mates who would need to sit on this. Only good girls get to cum isn’t that right princess?” He taps your back to get you to respond but only moans come out as a response, your knuckles turning white from gripping the side of the seat.

His thrusts start to get more uneven as he starts groaning & gripping your hips with more strength that’s definitely going to leave bruises. He leans forward so his chest is pressed against your back & sucks a mark into your shoulder as he cums inside you, you feel it filling you & you let out a moan & shiver.

You both stay like that for a minute, catching your breath back. He then pulls out & helps you sit up before he kisses your cheek & moves your damp hair out of your face. He reaches over to the cup holder & grabs a water bottle that was left by one of the other members or drivers in the car & takes a drink before handing it to you, before getting dressed. You don’t mind the silence, it’s comfortable. you take a moment to draw a smiley face on the now completely fogged up window & you let out a chuckle, seungmin looks over & chuckles too. He helps you find your panties & helps you put your dress back on & kisses your head.

“Sorry for getting all jealous phycho, but if you go near my friends or anyone for that matter again, it won’t be the same, you’re mine y/n.”

You sigh & think about what he said.

“Until we become anything exclusive i’m not a puppet.”

You pull out your phone to try fix your now completely ruined makeup. Seungmin sighs before unlocking the car door & stepping out.

“i’m going back inside, oh & eh, i’ll think about that.” He says, before closing the door & walking back into the club.

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

KINKTOBER (Reuploaded)

Ass Eating (Chris)

Request: Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is dating Chris and she wants to eat his ass and she’s nervous and brings it up to him and she does and he’s like all whiny!!

Warnings: Sub Chris, ass eating, anal fingering, major mommy kink, use of the name ‘baby’ a lot, soft dom reader, whiny Chris

a/n: so many of you guys are in my dms asking for this fic back so here it is. (comment if you want pegging matt to go back up next)

a/n2: i really don’t like how i wrote this one back then so please don’t leave any hate on it because i know a lot of people are going to hate this one

Y/n’s pov

I’ve been wanting to try something new with Chris but I’m really nervous to ask him. Not only because I’ve never done it before but also because it’s definitely something that’ll be out of his comfort zone and I don’t want him to get upset with me. We were both chilling on the couch when I unintentionally let out a frustrated sigh, “What’s wrong angel?” Chris asked sweetly. “I wanna try something new and different.” I replied vaguely, leading Chris to ask, “Like in bed?” he gave me a confused look. I felt my cheeks warm up and I was suddenly feeling nervous and embarrassed about what I wanted to try so I gave him a shy nod.

“Okay, so what is it babe?” he asked me, “You can’t make it weird if you don’t want to do it, okay? Just say no and I’ll never bring it up again, please promise me.” I pleaded with him. “Fine I promise.” he said with a laugh, taking a deep breath, I proceeded to ask him about this new thing. “Can I um- Can I please try to e-eat your ass?” I asked as my face flushed a deep red while his breath hitched. “O-Okay, um wow. You’re right th-that is something different, but I’m not necessarily opposed to it. Never had that done to me before.” Chris nervously gulped, scratching the back of his head.

Looking up at him, I too admitted, “I’ve uh- I’ve never done it before either. I just really wanna try it, it sounds really hot. We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable though.” “It d-doesn’t make me uncomfortable, just n-nervous because it’s new.” he replied back. We were both quiet for a minute until Chris looked at me saying, “O-Okay let’s try it, but you gotta promise you’ll stop if I ask you to.” he chuckled nervously. “I promise, just tell me to stop and I will.” I smiled back at him, “Wanna do it right now? I’m kinda horny.” he asked with a shy grin and blushed.

I agreed considering Chris had taken a shower a few hours ago “Yeah, sure. Um- yes.” I said nervously. “Why are you nervous? I should be the nervous one.” Chris laughed as he grabbed my hand, helping me off the couch. “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you’d say yes.” I laughed back as we went down to his room. “Are you um like going to stick your fingers in me?” he asked nervously, “Do you want me to?” I asked back. “Kinda…” he blushed heavily, “Then yeah, I can do that if you get me lube. I don’t want it to hurt.” I told him. Chris grabbed the lube, tossing it at me, “Mkay, boss me around pretty lady, tonight you’re in charge.” he said with a wink.

“In that case, strip to your boxers for me and sit against the headboard.” I instructed him, Chris came over and gave me a sweet kiss, with a smile. “You’re kinda cute when you try to be bossy.” he giggled, taking off everything but his boxers and sitting against the headboard like I asked. I left my clothes on, which was spandex shorts and a crop top, “Why are you gonna be dressed?” he asked confused, “Because you’re the only one getting off tonight baby.” I replied.

“At least take off your shorts please.” I knew Chris was nervous and this was different for him, so I agreed and took them off. “Okay so we’re gonna start out like normal and makeout, then get to the fun part.” I joked as I sat on his lap. We made out for a bit before I started trailing my kisses down his neck, “Lay down on your back baby.” I told him. Obviously, Chris being Chris, he had to make another joke “Yes ma’am.” he said while saluting me like a soldier, resulting in an unamused look from me. “Not funny Chris.” “Sorry, it’s just cute. You know, you trying to sound dominant and shit.” he said with a cheesy smile.

Eventually complying, Chris laid back and I kissed all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. “Can I take these off babe?” I asked, trying to be nice but Chris just rolled his eyes. “Of course you can.” he said in a smart ass tone but quickly dropped his cocky attitude once he was fully naked. “You’re still okay with me doing this right?” I wanted to make sure because he looked really anxious. “Yes please.” Chris admitted, squirming when my hands ran up his thighs, “Are you ready baby?” I asked, just to be sure. “Y/n, just touch me please, I need it!” he begged me, which was really hot.

I started off by teasing him a little, kissing his thighs and licking his balls a bit, “This position might not be the most comfortable by the way. So if you don’t like it, let me know and we can try a different one.” I said while pushing his legs up. Chris seemed to already know what to do since he immediately grabbed onto the back of his thighs to hold his legs up and apart. With a bright pink blush across his face, he asked, “I-Is this good? Am I uh doing it right?” “Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me already.” I praised him.

I spread his ass cheeks apart and slowly starting licking around his rim a bit before gently placing my tongue on the center of his hole. I wasn’t really applying too much pressure yet, I was just slowly letting him get used to the feeling. Chris let out a small whine that he tried to cover up by clearing his throat when I poked my tongue into him slightly. I smirked to myself as I flattened my tongue and continued with my gentle licking all around his rim, even up towards his balls.

With my tongue still flattened, I started applying more pressure as I licked, especially on his taint. This action caused a loud whimper to fall past Chris’ lips before I went back down to circle his rim again. I was now using my thumb to massage his taint while slowly flicking just the tip of my tongue in and out of his hole. “Mmmm shit!” he whined when my movements sped up, Chris was loving this, writhing from the new pleasure he was feeling. I wasn’t really expecting what happened next, but honestly it just made my panties fucking soaked.

One of Chris’ hands came down to push my face deeper into his ass, pulling my hair in the process. “Fuck mommy! More, please! Need more!” he whimpered causing me to loudly moan against his ass. I pulled away after that and Chris look petrified of what I was going to say, thinking I was upset with him. “You want more babe? How about you be a good boy for mommy and try a new position?” I seductively asked while looking at him, “Please kiss me first” he asked shyly.

I don’t know why, but when I moved to hover over him for a kiss, I roughly grabbed his throat like he usually does to me. Choking him slightly, I smashed my lips down on Chris’ and I loved the needy moan he loudly let out into the kiss. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you baby?” I rhetorically asked, not expecting an answer. “Yours mommy! Your slut and good boy!” he whined needily, making me even wetter than I was before. “Mhm, can you get on your hands and knees for me baby?” I asked gently, still not entirely sure with what Chris was comfortable with.

He quickly flipped over into position, dick twitching when I spoke. “Look at you, such a good boy for me! Maybe next time you can sit on my face like a true slut.” I said while leaning over so my chest was against his back for a minute. “Please mommy, touch me!” Chris whined, which is my new favorite sound, “You’re so needy.” I teased as I moved back to be behind him. I pulled apart his ass cheeks and immediately went back to circling his puckered hole. I loved all the new noises coming from my, now submissive, boyfriend, they were so needy and hot.

Sticking my whole tongue in Chris was something new but neither of us were disappointed with the outcome. “Mommy! Mommy feels so good!” he cried, pushing himself back against my tongue more, making me moan against his ass. I could tell Chris was getting close to cumming soon, especially after I grabbed his pulsing cock and felt a significant amount precum leak out. “WAIT! WAIT I CAN’T CUM YET!” Chris yelled, pulling my wrist away from his cock and panting heavily.

“What, why?” I asked confused, pulling away. He flipped himself over onto his back again, “Want your fingers inside me remember?” he asked needily. “God, Chris! You’re so unbelievably sexy, did you know that?” I asked while rubbing up his sides, making him whimper. “I-I love when you talk to, and touch me like that, makes me feel good about myself.” he said quietly, pulling at my shirt. I took off my shirt off and started kissing all over his neck and chest, rubbing my hands across his body again, slowly moving towards his leaking cock.

I grabbed the lube as I sucked hickies into his skin, “Yes mommy, mark me so everyone knows I’m yours.” he whined. I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and slowly spread it around his hole, “Are you sure you want to do this baby? It might hurt a little.” I asked sincerely. “Please just fuck me with your fingers Y/n/n, I can’t wait any longer.” he begged in a whiny voice, “Okay, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were good.” I replied back. I slowly slipped one of my fingers halfway in, watching his face for any signs of discomfort before pushing in all the way in.

This caused Chris to let out a groan, “A second finger! I can take it, please mommy!” he whined, looking down at me. I added a bit more lube onto my two fingers before very slowly pushing them in together. “Is it okay to move my fingers yet baby?” I asked while rubbing my left hand across his body, “Mph, sl-slowly.” he replied, biting his lip out of discomfort. Soon enough, Chris was a whimpering mess, “Faster!” he whined at one point, causing me to move my fingers faster.

I slowly curled my fingers, causing Chris to scream when I hit his prostate. “YES— HOLY FUCK MOMMY! RIGHT THERE, DO THAT AGAIN!” he begged loudly, “Right here? Is that where it feels good baby?” I teasingly replied. “YES, YES PLEASE!” he cried out so I did it again, perfectly hitting his prostate, loving Chris’ whimpers and cries. My left hand was still roaming around his body, stopping at his cock, I ran my thumb over his slit to collect the huge amounts of precum that kept oozing out of it.

Honestly, I don’t know how but I just realized that I was extremely, and embarrassingly, close to cumming and I haven’t even been touched. This was all just so hot to me and I started to moan while kissing up his thighs. “M-Mommy? Wh-Why are you moaning?” Chris asked in a whine as a blush spread across his face. I looked at at him with hooded eyes, “Because your sexy moans and begging are about to make me cum untouched” I smirked.

I removed my hand from his cock, replacing it with my mouth and deep throating him. “That’s so fucking hot, I-I want you to cum so bad mommy! Fuck!” Chris whined, causing me to moan around his cock. Both of his hands came down to pull my hair, “I-I I’m gonna— FUCK YES MOMMY RIGHT THERE MMPH!” Chris whimpered as he came down my throat. I slowly pulled my fingers out and pulled off his cock with a pop before I was flipped onto my back.

“What are you doing?” I asked him softly, “You didn’t cum yet mommy, I wanna be a good boy and make you cum.” he replied while taking my panties off. The fact the Chris just got finger fucked for the first time and had an intense orgasm, but is still thinking about my pleasure, is so hot. He wasted no time before diving into eating me out, “Hold my head in place, push me deep into your pussy mommy.” is all he said before his face was between my legs.

I moaned loudly as Chris went straight to sucking on my swollen clit, flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. I felt him slowly push a finger into me at a teasingly slow pace, “Baby, be a good boy and go faster for me, please.” I moaned while pulling his hair. I was so close already and when he not only went faster, but also added a second finger, I almost lost it. When I looked down, I not only saw Chris’ crystal blue eyes looking up at me, I saw a very erotic sight.

He was humping/grinding on the bed while eating me out, whining and moaning against my pussy. “Fuck, is my sweet boy getting himself off again, hmm? So sexy, you’re such a good boy for mommy, aren’t you?” I rhetorically asked, already knowing the answer. Chris just moaned in response, adding a third finger and sending me over the edge.

The vibrations from his moaning only intensified my pleasure, causing me to roughly grip his hair. “Oh fuck Chris! So good, letting me cum all over your face!” I cried out as he licked up all my cum. Once he was sure he got it all, Chris hovered over me and caught my lips in a sloppy make out, aggressively humping my thigh before cumming all over it.

“Was that good mommy?” he asked me, out of breath, licking his own cum off my body. “So good Chris, always such a good boy.” I praised as I pulled him to lay down with me. Chris adjusted his head so it was laying on my boobs and cuddled up around me, he was the little spoon tonight. “We- We can totally do that again, right?” he tiredly mumbled into my neck.

I laughed as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, “I thought that was obvious! Of course we can do this again, Chris…” I said sweetly. “As long as I get to hear you whine and beg like that, I don’t care what we have to do!” I added after, loving the way Chris squirmed around me. “Y/n/n, stop it.” he whined, I just went back to laughing and pulled him closer.

It was quiet for a few minutes until Chris kissed my neck. “Goodnight baby, I love you.” he said afterward, pulling the blankets up over us. “Goodnight handsome, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself tonight.” I replied back, kissing his sweaty forehead. With that being said, we both quickly drifted off to sleep.

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[vynegar]

vyn 5th birthday ssr, part one

so… it has (yet again) been almost a year and a half since my last translation. honestly i didn’t expect to be back either since i’ve been taking a hiatus from reading CN server cards, so this is a surprise to me too! there were just some parts of this story i really liked and wanted to translate, so here we are. i hope you enjoy!

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[PART ONE]

[0:31] Themis Law Firm

It was lunch hour, and the drowsy atmosphere spread through the office like a virus. Sunlight blurred the words on my screen until they were hard to distinguish. My thoughts were starting to wander, as the red circle I had drawn on my desktop calendar looked especially bright.

MC: (Come to think of it, it’s almost Vyn’s birthday…)

Last year we were stuck in Svart because of the Appointment Ceremony, but this year things were quiet. However, I couldn’t be sure if this was simply the quiet before the storm, or if Eirik had truly understood Vyn’s resolve after we escaped…

MC: (Either way… last year was tumultuous, but this year we should be able to peacefully celebrate Vyn’s birthday. Maybe I should ask him what his thoughts are…)

I unlocked my phone. Figuring that Vyn was probably still taking his afternoon nap, I instead started to search restaurants he might be interested in…

Kiki: Huh!? Is this real?!

The quiet office broke out into commotion; Kiki’s shout startled me so much I almost dropped my phone.

Kiki: MC, look at this.

Before I could react, my vision was completely obstructed by a phone screen Kiki reached over to show me.

???: I, Zheng Yan, have had my life ruined by false charges! My family was torn apart, and now they’re all dead! Do I really deserve all this?! Yes, I’ve made mistakes. But if this is all just karma, then where’s the karma for the people who harmed me?!

Kiki was showing me a livestream of a middle-aged man standing on a rooftop. His face was haggard, his hair was mostly white, and he made no attempt to conceal his pain and despair. The hoarse shouting was scattered to the fierce winds.

Zheng Yan: You’re all good people, but I… I just don’t want to live anymore!

MC: What?!

The man stepped over the railing. His cumbersome body seemed like he might lose his balance at any moment, causing several more people in the office to cry out in alarm.

MC: Is he livestreaming his suicide?!

Kiki: Yes. He’s only just started, but the stream already has over a million hits.

A livestreamed suicide made for a shocking headline. Before long, the law firm was filled with continuous sound of the man’s laments.

Zheng Yan: My son is just a boy, but because we didn’t have the money for his treatment, all he could do in the end was just wait at home to die. When he was in so much pain he couldn’t sleep, I was in prison. When he was on his deathbed crying out for his dad, I was still in prison! I’m despicable. I should just die! I’m sorry, Xiao Zhuo, I’m so sorry… (1)

He was crawling on the ground, weeping. I couldn’t help but frown at the sight of such a heartbroken father.

MC: What happened to him? What made him like this?

Kiki: It seems like he was wrongfully imprisoned in Svart, but he hasn’t gone into specifics.

MC: Svart?

The sobbing gradually stopped. Zheng Yan calmed himself, then looked back into the camera.

Zheng Yan: But before I die, I won’t let the person who harmed me get away with it!  I’m going to show everyone your true colors!

[flashback]

[3:39] Interrogation Room

The room was dim. With the only window facing a hallway, even the alternation of day and night had lost all meaning here. Worse still was the unrelenting rain – like hypnotic white noise, the incessant thunderstorm wore down even the most resilient of minds.

Zheng Yan didn’t know how long had passed, but based on the increasing impatience of his interrogator, Detective Jack, he figured his custody limit was almost up (2). Just hang in there a little longer, he thought. They had simply gotten the wrong guy. Soon, he would be free, and once he was out of the police station he could go home to Stellis. It was summer, which meant Xiao Zhuo’s birthday was coming up. Zheng Yan hadn’t seen his son since coming to Svart. Did his son still remember him…?

???: Ahem.

A coffee spoon clinked against the walls of the cup. The crisp sound immediately interrupted his wistful daydreams.

???: You seem distracted.

Ah yes, how could he forget. There was someone else in the room.

A young man sat across from him nonchalantly, holding a coffee mug. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance – except his unforgettable eyes. Zheng Yan had been to prison in Stellis and seen people with all sorts of looks in their eyes: those muddled with desire, those agonized by regret… but he had never seen eyes so clear that they made him feel ashamed. People had weaknesses because they had a goal, and this man seemed to have no goal.

Zheng Yan: Oh… what were we talking about…?

Although the atmosphere wasn’t tense, Zheng Yan still felt a sense of unease. The young man hadn’t revealed his name, only that he was a psychology consultant invited by the police and that he just wanted to chat with him. It didn’t sound very formal, almost as if the police were out of other options… However, it was still possible that this was just a smokescreen for something else. What had this person been thinking when Zheng Yan was lost in his own thoughts?

Young man: We were talking about how the different the weather is in Svart compared to Stellis. You are still not accustomed to it.

The young man easily brought up the trivial topic, wasting the police’s precious time.

Zheng Yan: Ah… that’s right, summer here is nothing compared to summer in Stellis! Xiao Zhuo’s mom would always make a big pot of mung bean soup around this time of year, and any leftovers we would make into mung bean popsicles. Whenever Xiao Zhuo got so hot he was sweating like a pig, he would eat one to cool off. You probably haven’t had mung bean soup before, have you? Back when I was in Stellis, it was too sweet for me, but now I miss the stuff.

Young man: I have tried making it before, but it is not as hot here as it is in Stellis. Its cooling effect was not that apparent.

Zheng Yan: Oho, sounds like you’re interested in Stellis! You’ve even tried making mung bean soup. I didn’t think people from Svart had even heard of the dish.

Young man: Is that enough to count as “interest?” Although, it is true that I would like to visit Stellis.

The man was reticent, but it was the first time he showed an emotion that Zheng Yan could not understand.

Zheng Yan: Sounds good! When you have a chance, come visit me at my home. People from Stellis are very welcoming to guests.

Young man: “Visit you at your home”… So you believe you still have a chance of leaving.

The man responded to Zheng Yan’s promise with an almost-instinctual disdain, as if he knew something that Zheng Yan didn’t. His tone wasn’t even that of a question, it was one of finality.

Zheng Yan: Why wouldn’t I? I already said, I didn’t kill anyone. And the police haven’t found any evidence – are they planning on arresting a good person?

Zheng Yan unwittingly rose his voice. Ever since he’d been detained, everyone had been acting like he would never be able to leave… Why? He hadn’t killed anyone! The police had it all wrong, and there was no way they found any evidence. Once the custody limit was up, he would be free to go. Xiao Zhuo was still waiting for his dad. Zheng Yan was certain he’d be able to go home, of course he’d be able to, he had to.

Young man: You, a good person? Perhaps Stellis and Svart have very different definitions of what it means to be a “good person.”

Zheng Yan quickly realized that getting emotional was playing right into his hands… But no matter how much he tried to control himself, the derision in the man’s words wounded him deeply. When he left Stellis, Xiao Zhuo had said the same thing – sobbing, he said that he didn’t want a bad person as his dad. Xiao Zhuo was only a child, so that undisguised loathing had stabbed Zheng Yan right in the heart. He couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Young man: I saw your Stellis criminal record. First burglary, then armed robbery… just one crime after another. Right now your child is only seven years old, but the sum of all the prison terms you have been sentenced to is longer than the time he has been alive.

Zheng Yan: I admit it, I made a lot of mistakes in the past. I lost my way. But for Xiao Zhuo’s sake, I turned over a new leaf – I’m a changed man now!

Young man: Hah…

The man snorted. His blatant ridicule provoked Zheng Yan once again, even after Zheng Yan’s effort to calm himself down.

Zheng Yan: Is something funny?!

Young man: Why of course. I would love to ask Xiao Zhuo whether he thinks someone sitting handcuffed in an interrogation room is a “changed man.” I am sure he would laugh even harder than I did.

Zheng Yan: You have the wrong guy! I didn’t kill anyone, the cops made a mistake!

That had provoked Zheng Yan. His handcuffs made a harsh sound as metal scraped metal, a reminder of how dire and helpless his current situation was.

Young man: The police would not arrest someone without a good reason. Only you and the deceased were in the office when the crime occurred, and you do not even have a proper alibi. Do you really think you can escape this?

The man’s index finger tapped the table sporadically. In contrast with Zheng Yan’s agitation, he seemed certain of his victory.

Young man: You are only this relaxed because you believe the crime occurred in a locked room. As long as the police are unable to determine how you committed the crime, you will be released once your custody limit is up. But were your efforts really that flawless? To be honest with you, your custody limit is going to be extended again. This means that the police will have more time to investigate.

Zheng Yan: You guys—!

On the verge of being consumed by rage, Zheng Yan was no longer rational enough to discern the veracity of that statement. The young man paused, suppressing his annoyance at having to waste time talking to Zheng Yan, then put on a charitable expression.

Young man: There is a difference between choosing to turn yourself in and having to confess. I am sure you understand this better than I do, considering all the experience you have.

Because he wasn’t a police officer, the young man spoke with no reservation. Each word was filled with contempt for someone with a criminal record.

Zheng Yan: How can I confess to something I haven’t done!

Young man: Stop with the useless defiance. Have you thought about how your son would feel? Maybe when you left Stellis for a fresh start, he still had a sliver of hope for you. But if he knew how much of a coward you were, how you were trying to escape the consequences of your actions, I bet he would wish he never had someone like you as his father. You see, all you fathers are like this. You claim that you have your children’s best interests at heart, but in reality you are nothing but selfish!

Zheng Yan: That’s not true!

Zheng Yan pounded the table, but nothing could stop the man’s scathing words. The young man was still speaking, but Zheng Yan could no longer hear it. Once again, he recalled Xiao Zhuo’s sobbing face.

“I don’t want a bad person like you as my dad!”

“He would wish he never had someone like you as his father.”

The two voices wove together until they seemed to come from one person, and Zheng Yan couldn’t take it any longer.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! You’re lying! There’s no way… Xiao Zhuo is my son, there’s no way he wouldn’t want his dad!

Young man: Who would acknowledge a father who brings nothing but shame?

The man’s voice seemed to get sharper and sharper. Zheng Yan wished he could cover his ears but was unable to. With tears and snot streaming down his face, he knew he looked a complete mess already, but he just wanted the man to shut up.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! Shut up!

Young man: There you go again, trying to run away. How utterly humiliating it is for a son to have a father like you!

Would confessing to the crime shut that man up? He just had to confess, and that man would shut up. Then he would confess – to the murder or to whatever other crimes, he would confess to them all.

Zheng Yan: I… I did it. I confess.

Young man: Now if only you had done that earlier.

Completely numb, Zheng Yan didn’t even know what he was saying. He mechanically pressed his thumbprint to the document with his confession, signing it. Then, as if possessed, he looked again toward the young man.

Young man: *sigh*

The man hadn’t left yet. Of course the victor would want to stay behind to examine his spoils.

Sensing Zheng Yan’s gaze, the man looked back unflinchingly.

[11:11] [screen blacks out]

Zheng Yan vaguely recalled a nature documentary he had once watched with Xiao Zhuo back in Stellis. The eyes of a cheetah were visible from where it was silently hiding. It wasn’t that it had no goal, but rather that it had already determined its plan.

[11:19] Themis Law Firm

The sun was still high in the sky, but Zheng Yan’s narrative was so expressive that I felt like I was really in that dark, damp interrogation room.

Kiki: Do you think this Zheng Yan is telling the truth?

Kiki clearly felt the same way I did, as she subconsciously rubbed her arms and shuddered.

Kiki: Our current justice system is so refined that I don’t believe a confession could be induced or coerced… but his story is just so horribly realistic. It’s hard not to believe him.

MC: Right. Even if he were coerced to confess during the interrogation… There’s still a lengthy trial afterwards, where Zheng Yan would have plenty of opportunities to retract his confession. If there were no evidence whatsoever, how could he get such a long sentence based only on some botched false charges? But still, he doesn’t seem like one of those suspects who puts on act in order to be exonerated…

As a lawyer, we had seen countless suspects who kept up the crocodile tears until they were faced with ironclad evidence, then finally confessed.  As a result, it was critical for us to learn how to distinguish those who were putting on a show from those who were sincere. But his words had even stirred experienced professionals like us, let alone the vast majority of the public in the comments. Immediately, the comments toward the person who forced the confession became vicious and hateful, the words they used downright vitriolic. 

MC: Pain and despair aren’t difficult for a criminal to feign, but fabricating other characters in a story is much harder. You can practically feel the pressure from the psychology consultant that he described. If he hadn’t personally met the man, then considering his rash personality, it would be very hard for him to describe him so vividly.

Kiki: Vivid? I didn’t really feel that way, I just thought that person sounded scary. Maybe it’s because you’re with Dr. Richter, who’s also a psychologist. You’ve seen so much of his work that the story affected you more.

Kiki was just making an offhand remark, but it had given an outlet to the discomfort I was feeling. It was impossible to ignore the connection after the mentions of Svart, psychology consults, and those comments about his father. And yet I was unable to associate my image of Vyn with that person who trampled all over someone’s mental defenses. There was no way that the Vyn I knew could be an immoral person who stereotyped others and lodged personal attacks.

MC: Maybe you’re right…

Zheng Yan was still tearfully describing what he experienced in prison and how he returned to Stellis to find both his wife and son had passed away. I could faintly hear police sirens in the background. It seemed that the police had arrived at the scene, and the situation was changing rapidly. Zheng Yan, however, was hopelessly consumed by his own fury.

Zheng Yan: At first when I got out of prison, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened and be together with my family. But I no longer had a family. At first I just wanted to take my own life and end it all, but I never thought that… I’d come across news of that psychology consultant. I never thought that he would actually come to Stellis, and even become a famous professor at Stellis University.

As Zheng Yan recounted his enemy’s personal information, it wasn’t clear whether he could predict the waves that those details would make.

Zheng Yan: The person who harmed me is out there living a great life, and here I am, an innocent man made into a criminal! How is the world so unfair!

Each sentence crashed into me like a tidal wave. Dimly, I guessed what he was going to say next, but I felt I could no longer think.

Zheng Yan: I know that if I say his name on livestream, it might be considered slander. But I’m willing to take responsibility for everything that I say. I’ll pay the price, no matter what it is. It’s not like I have anything left to lose!

Zheng Yan paused before facing the camera head-on, as if making a declaration of war.

Zheng Yan: It took a lot of work to find out what that consultant is called nowadays.

If he hadn’t spoken out on this kind of platform, maybe the situation could still be salvaged. But here, like an arrow released from a bow, there was no turning back.

Zheng Yan: His name… is Vyn Richter!

With a “whoosh,” that arrow sliced through the air, piercing me right between my eyes.

[END PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

(1) Xiao (小) is a prefix to make a nickname out of the name Zhuo (卓)

(2) “Custody Limit” Big Data Lab entry (under Academia>Law): A custody limit is the legal time limit that an accused person can be detained while under investigation, prosecution, or trial. Under Svart law, the police can arrest a suspect for up to 48 hours. If the suspect isn’t formally charged within the time limit, they must be released. The time limit can be approved for extension, but cannot exceed 96 hours.