#shes everything to me though and i get it cause if i could like. build myself up to just a tenth of her like.......

[mymoodwriting]

6.3k, yandere, angst, mental asylum setting, psychiatrist!reader, demotion, threats, verbal abuse, intimidation, restraints, straight jackets, pills, medication, shock collars, therapy sessions, manipulation, aggressive behavior, amnesia, paranoia, creepy behavior, unethical practices, experimentation, supernatural abilities, violence, implied potential deaths, anxiety, panic, electrocution, mind control, telekinesis, telepathy, prison break, manic behavior, kidnapping (@starillusion13)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my piece for the collab event to celebrate @bella-feed reaching 100+ followers that's co-hosted by @sanaxo-o and @dokyumms. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know if I missed something in the tags.

“So, how did you end up here?”

That was still something you couldn’t quite believe yourself. Just last week you were working at a psychiatric hospital, and now you had been transferred to this place, Nix Asylum. It was a rather isolated location, but the company paid for your moving fees and three months living expenses. Of course this wasn’t really something you could debate, unless you wanted to lose your job. So you went along with it and today was your first day here. You put on a smile and arrived on time, being introduced to one of the staff members, Dr. Lyla Mendez, who would be showing you around. 

She gave you a facilities tour, introducing you to other staff members and explaining how this place operated. Unlike the psychiatric hospital, all patients here were under strict care and not allowed to leave. They were rather special cases, and some were wards of the state that were entrusted to this institution. For such reasons the building had strict security measures and access to certain areas was off limits for a transfer like you. All of this you took note of, realizing it would take a while to get used to all the changes.

“You can stop pretending.”

“Uh, what?”

“We both know why you were transferred here, so there’s no need to be so polite.”

“I’m afraid I don’t-”

“Come on, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Being transferred to Nix Asylum is a demotion.”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s true. You must have done something the company didn’t like, so they sent you here since they can’t just fire you.”

“That’s not-”

“I’m afraid that is the case. This place isn’t exactly nice, and the patients really like picking on the transfers. You were sent here as the company hopes you’ll quit on your own. Or suffer some minor trauma and have to resign. Or die. Either way, the company will take care of everything.”

“Are you joking?”

“No, not at all. The severance package is nice I assure you, but you should stick it out for as long as you can. The longer you stay, the more money you’ll walk away with. I think the current record is two months, for willingly quitting that is.”

“And if I don’t quit?”

“Well, there’s the chance you’ll suffer some minor trauma while on the job and have no choice but to quit. Whether it’s physical or mental just depends on the person. Don’t worry though, the company will happily pay your medical bills on top of the severance, so it’ll work out in the end either way. Even if you die the company will take care of the expenses.”

You scoffed. “The company isn’t gonna get rid of me that easily.”

“Well, there is always… that… option…”

“Which is what? I become a proper employee of this asylum?”

“Oh don’t be silly. It’s the opposite actually.”

“Huh?”

“Like I said, the patients here can be quite dangerous. You wouldn’t be the first transfer to suffer a major trauma by their hands and wind up a patient at this asylum. The company doesn’t mind that option either. We’ll take good care of you here if it comes to that.”

“What!?”

“Anyway, just cause this is your first day don’t think we’ll go easy on you. There’s a group session in the morning that you’ll be in charge of. Let me show you your desk and you can get the proper files so you can begin.”

Dr. Mendez just walked off, which meant the conversation was over. She had told you all this so nonchalantly you weren’t entirely sure if she was messing with you or not. Either way, you soon snapped out of your stunned state and followed after her. Regardless of what she said, you were here to do a job, and already had your first assignment. Your desk was a little cubicle in the corner of the main office. A bit of an upgrade from your last job, but you didn’t have a chance to settle in. You were handed a couple of files and then followed Dr. Mendez to the main area. She informed you that your ID was your access card and it would work to get you into the places you had clearance for.

“Here you are. I’ll be by later, so have fun, and good luck.”

You were left alone at the entrance to the therapy room. The door itself didn’t have a window and the panel on the door said there was an ongoing group session. You thought maybe another doctor was inside, but your name was the only one listed. If you were gonna leave and quit now would be the moment, but you weren’t gonna let the company win. You had worked hard for years, and maybe if you did well here you could get your old job back. You took a breath before scanning your ID and stepping inside. The silence of the hall was quickly broken by the sounds of chains and incoherent speech. You walked into a familiar yet foreign scene.

Most group sessions were conducted in the same manner. A certain number of patients were gathered in a semicircle to talk while the therapist was seated at the center. You could see your empty chair, as well as a small table next to it. Although the patients were something else. They were all in a straight jacket, some kind of security collar around their neck, ankles chained to the floor, and another restraint around their waist keeping them from standing up. All the chairs seemed to be metal and welded to the ground. Of course most of the patients were rowdy, trying to break out of their restraintS, seeming more animalistic in nature. Yet there were two who were sitting quietly, the two seated to your right. Thankfully no one really noticed your entrance, so you made it over to your seat and set down your files.

That’s when you realized your previous assumption wasn’t entirely correct. When you sat down you noticed the boy closest to you on your right was staring. His hair was white, and he had a friendly smile on his face, which made you a bit uneasy. The patient next to him was in fact sitting quietly, eyes closed and appearing to be asleep. You weren’t sure what to make of this so you looked through your files. Soon enough you had a name for the face, Hoshi, and the one next to him was Woozi. They actually seemed to be some sort of package deal as their files were combined under the name HoWoo and staff had nicknamed them the twins.

Since you were already looking through a file you glanced over the rest. That’s when you realized the files weren’t really all that detailed, just the bare minimum of information. It was just enough to let you know all the other patients present were aggressive and known to be uncooperative. It wasn’t all that surprising that this was your first task since your welcome wasn’t all that friendly and it was starting to become very clear that you were being set up for failure. Which also meant it was harder to deny the fact the company wanted you to quit, and that was honestly insulting above all else. If you quit and gave them what they wanted you’d surely find it difficult to work in such a field again. This was the career you had wanted to pursue and now you were on the brink of losing it all. 

“I know you’re a transfer, which means you did something, supposedly, bad. So what was it?”

While wallowing in your own doubts Hoshi suddenly spoke up and snapped you out of it. He leaned in closer to you, as close as he could with his restraints. His questions sounded genuine and playful, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea to answer. You were never really supposed to talk about yourself, especially to a patient, yet for some reason you felt it was okay, and the words spilled out of your mouth.

“I… I tried to help a patient…”

“What?”

“They… they told me they were being held against their will… and constantly medicated so they couldn’t think clearly… maybe it was stupid, but I believed them… especially since they were a VVIP and you know… it seemed more plausible… so I started to help them… I lowered the dosage of their medication… I tried… I tried to help… but when my superiors found out I was suspended, and then transferred here…”

“You’re nice.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good that you tried. I’m sure they appreciated that.”

“I… I guess…”

“I’m Hoshi by the way, and this is my friend, Woozi. There’s no need to worry about the others, they just don’t like morning sessions.”

“Ah, okay… I suppose we’ll just focus on you then. How long have you been here?”

“No idea. I don’t remember, I was young though, very young.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I doubt I’ll get out at this point, but this place isn’t so bad.”

“Is that so? What makes you-”

A loud siren suddenly startled you, cutting you off. All the other patients screamed as well, but seemed to settle down afterwards. Moments later the door opened and a bunch of orderlies came in. They didn’t say anything but in groups of two or three unchained and dragged out the patients. It was only then that Woozi opened his eyes, but he didn’t look your way, he didn’t seem to care about anything. He merely stood up when he could and followed the orderlies out. Whereas Hoshi was the opposite. Once he was free he took a step towards you before the orderlies got in his way, warning him. He pouted but merely waved at you and walked out with his escort. You stayed put for a while, processing, when Dr. Mendez came to collect you.

“Come on now, your day has only just begun.”

She wasn’t kidding. You found more files on your desk and would be in charge of more group sessions. You knew this was another way to get you to quit. Exposing you to as many patients as they could and trying to overwhelm you. Sure they were restrained, but all it would take is one loose cuff and you’d be in trouble. You tried not to focus on that possibility, just doing your job and trying to help where you could. Although that was difficult. If the patients weren’t rowdy and uncooperative they were quiet and shy. So most of the time it felt like you were talking to a wall. That was your entire week, and by the end most of the patients did recognize you, they just didn’t respect you. That put you on edge a bit, but they were supposed to know you so it was technically a step in the right direction.

The only good patient you had was Hoshi, although things were a bit tricky with him. He’d talk, but he wouldn’t really answer your questions. Instead, he asked about your life and what you did outside of work. You shouldn’t discuss your private life with a patient but when Hoshi was around you felt oddly calm and that you could speak freely with him. You did try to talk with Woozi a few times, but you never got a response, not even some form of acknowledgment. He’d always just sit still and quietly with his eyes closed. Hoshi never commented or bothered Woozi either even though their file said the two were very close. You probably weren’t worthy of Woozi’s attention, at least not yet. Although it was difficult to try and build trust when Hoshi always pulled your attention towards him.

“Do you like it here?” Hoshi asked. “How is it compared to your old work place?”

“I… well… this place isn’t so bad, it’s just not what I expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got into this profession to help people, but I don’t really feel like I’m doing that anymore, at least not here.”

“Why do you say that? You’re helping me and Woozi.”

“We don’t have proper sessions. In fact, I don’t really have patients at this asylum, I just oversee most of the group sessions. Not to mention I feel like I’m in danger here…”

“There’s no need to be afraid.” Hoshi assured with a smile. “I promise no one is gonna hurt you.”

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You kinda got into your own routine with the group sessions, trying your best to make progress with anyone. Although to your own shock things got changed up for you. One day you came in and Dr. Mendez informed you that you would be having a session with HoWoo. If you ever got a patient, you thought it’d be someone more dangerous, or quiet, so to get the twins was rather surprising. You did have more of a stable relationship with Hoshi, so it made sense to a degree. At least now you could also try and break through to Woozi. Of course you still oversaw group sessions, but now you had a certain time allotted to your patients.

When that time came around you grabbed your files and notes, heading over to the room in question. You had a better understanding of the layout by now, but still needed to double check to make sure you were going the right way. Once you found the room you scanned your ID and stepped inside. As soon as you walked in, Hoshi jumped up from his seat. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him, realizing he wasn’t restrained to his chair here nor did he have a straight jacket. He had never been a danger towards you, but seeing him with more freedom was a cause for concern. Even though he still had the collar around his neck, it wasn’t reassuring. That is until you realized he was behind a glass panel. That detail put you at ease and you could enter without worry.

“Good morning, y/n. It’s so nice to see you!”

“Hoshi, we’ve been over this. You’re supposed to call me Dr.-”

“I prefer saying your name. Don’t you like it? Everyone else calls you by your title, but you get to hear your name from me! It rolls off the tongue nicely too.”

“Hoshi-”

“Y/n, y/n, y/n! Are you excited!? We’re your real patients now and we can talk one-on-one! This is gonna be so much fun! We don’t have to worry about others interrupting us and-”

“Hoshi, this isn’t a social hour.”

“Huh?”

Since you opened the door Hoshi had gotten up and walked up to the glass panel. He had his hands on it and was jumping around while talking excitedly. He was acting very childish, which he always was, but this was a different setting. He, they, really were your patients now, and you had a duty to treat them as such. Of course if Hoshi acts like this, and Woozi refuses to speak, they won’t be easy to help at all. Another reason why they were likely assigned to you. They were going to be a challenge, but you had no plans to give up on them. This was your first session, so you had to be professional and set proper boundaries. 

“I know it was easy to steer conversations elsewhere when we were talking during group sessions, but this is different. It’s just us here, and I want us to have a proper doctor-patient relationship.”

“…”

“Let’s start over, shall we?” You sat down. “Kwon Hoshi and Lee Woozi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m doctor-”

“I thought you were nice.”

“Ho-”

“It’s Mr. Lee!” Hoshi slammed his fist against the glass. “To you, doctor. Are you here to fix us? Wanna talk about our non-existent parents? Or our silly little diagnosis? What does that piece of paper tell you? Cause you don’t know shit!”

Hoshi slammed his hands against the glass, frustrated and growing angry because of your words. He was acting out, repeating his actions over and over again. You tried to keep your composure, but he was loud and imposing. This invisible pressure started coming down on you, making it a bit difficult to breathe. You were scared, and your body was frozen in place.

“Answer me!?” Hoshi yelled. “What!? Now you don’t wanna talk!? Say something!?”

“Hoshi.”

Your gaze slowly shifted over to the person that had just spoken. You honestly weren’t sure if you had heard correctly, but judging by Hoshi’s reaction, you had. The boy seemed to calm down and took a breath, then went back over to his chair, slumping down and crossing his arms. He was pouting and looking off towards the wall, not wanting to look at you.

“I wasn’t gonna hurt her.” Hoshi mumbled. “I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Hoshi.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Woozi opened his eyes, for the first time in days meeting your gaze. “You said you want to help us, do you mean that?”

As soon as Woozi spoke you felt the pressure on you disappear, but you were still rather in shock to hear him speak. Then his words, his gaze, were directed at you, making you nervous for a moment before a sense of ease washed over you. 

“Yes, I do.”

“Where do you wanna start?”

“Oh, um…” You scrambled to grab your notes, having prepared an outline of talking points for this. “Your file unfortunately doesn’t have the finer details, but it does mention that you were troublemakers before being admitted here. I thought we could start there. What kind of trouble gets you into an asylum?”

Woozi seemed intrigued by your question, but he had no intention to answer. He looked towards Hoshi, who seemed to sense his gaze and sighed. Hoshi was still a bit upset, but did as he was asked anyway.

“I’m not really sure how we lost our parents, but we were orphans on the street.” Hoshi explained. “We stole and fought to survive. Although we were eventually caught by local authorities and sent to an orphanage.”

“You both managed on the streets at such a young age, but surely the orphanage was a nice change. You had a proper roof over your heads, a bed, and warm meals.”

“I guess but we were used to the streets, we were used to being free, so we ran off all the time.”

“You left the safety and comfort of the orphanage?”

“Those places aren’t exactly nice. Although they kept catching us over and over again. That is until we were labeled delinquents and sent somewhere for rehabilitation.” 

“So this isn’t your first time in therapy. My assumption though, given your track record, you didn’t behave there either.”

“Nope. It was more difficult to break out, but we still managed it.”

“The orphanage and the other institution were both meant to help you. Why did you run from those places? Why did you reject them?”

“Why do you keep assuming they all had good intentions? If we didn’t act how they wanted at the orphanage we’d get punished, and that other place kept us locked up. Who we were wasn’t wanted by anyone. All they ever did was try to change us so we’d be ‘normal’ and ‘fit in’ with the world. I’d rather be myself than be told who to be.”

“Despite everything, your initial upbringing on the streets is a defining factor in who you grew up to. All you had was each other, and you lived how you wanted, how you could, and that was enough. Even now you still seem to live how you want, but because of that you haven’t really allowed yourself to grow.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t have what most people had in their childhood. Parents, a home, etc. so it’s understandable you’d be against any sort of semblance to those things. You didn’t want to want those things, so you always ran from them. Yes, I understand the places you did grow up in aren’t some kind of paradise, but it’s okay to want what you should have had.”

“And what exactly would that be?”

“A proper home, someone to care about you and look after you, warm meals, a safe and comfortable place to sleep. It was never wrong for you to want that, even now it’s not wrong. It doesn’t just have to be the two of you against the world, constantly fighting for a place to call your own. You might not like the way some things work, but it’s not all bad, I promise.”

Hoshi scoffed. “You say all that, yet you’re forgetting where we are.”

“Then tell me, how is that you wound up here? So far from the world.”

“Well, you cause trouble one too many times as a young adult and people get pissy. Not sure how it all works, but we wound up being transferred to Nix Asylum before we became legal adults, and now this place won’t let us leave. We’ve been good.” Hoshi assured with a smile. “I guess just not good enough to release back into the world. Although that’s why you’re here, right? To make sure we’re sane enough to return to normal society. Are you gonna help us break out of this cage?”

“… you’ve never actually escaped this place, have you?”

“Nope. Security is really tight here, not to mention…” Hoshi tugged on his collar. “They got us trapped like animals.”

“That seems rather excessive. I’ve never understood the purpose of the collar. I wasn’t given any-”

“As a transfer they wouldn’t tell you anything.” Woozi cut in. “After all, you’re not meant to last.”

“I don’t intend to leave anytime soon.”

“Promise?”

Just then another siren went off, signalling your time was up. The two boys got up and offered a polite bow before walking over to the door. You hadn’t noticed until now but there were two straight jackets hanging on a hook by the exit. They each put it on and stood facing the wall. When the orderlies entered they immediately buckled the restraints and then escorted them out. You knew many of the other patients here wouldn’t be so cooperative, so clearly the two understood they had to behave in order to have certain privileges. After a moment you got your things and left the room, noting it was lunch time.

You were polite and professional with the other doctors, but hadn’t really made any friends. It was to be expected since everyone, including the patients, didn’t expect a transfer to be here long. Although, despite what everyone says, you haven’t faced any major difficulties. Yes the patients were a challenge to work with, but that was going to be the case wherever you went. All the stories you had been told about patients picking on transfers and you possibly suffering some kind of trauma seemed to be nothing but baseless rumors. When you first arrived you were scared, but none of the patients had ever done anything to make you feel that your life was in danger. Perhaps they liked you enough not to trouble you.

“So, I heard you had a session with the twins, how did it go?”

“It was fine, just a few difficulties getting started but-”

“Wait, they actually talked to you?”

“Yeah, although Hoshi did most of the talking.”

“That’s… wait, you mean even Woozi talked to you?”

“He only said a few words, why?”

“They’ve never actually talked to a doctor one-on-one before, they rarely speak in group sessions too. I mean, Hoshi talks nonsense, and I’ve never heard Woozi talk, I thought he was mute.”

“Oh, well I guess I’m just that good.”

“Yeah right, what did they tell you? Some kind of sob story about being falsely sent to an institution for help? Did they tell you they’re being held against their will and trapped here?”

“Uh…”

“Gosh, I guess they know you’re gullible, that’s why they talked.”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t believe them so easily. Hoshi’s smile hides his manipulation, and Woozi just existing is a danger. You don’t have all the details, but those two are in here for a reason, and they’re allowed to remain together for a reason too.”

It was frustrating that your file on them was missing important details. You were sure if you asked for their real files you’d be denied since your supervisors didn’t take you seriously. Although if you do manage to make some progress with HoWoo, maybe you can prove them wrong. You continued to have sessions with the two, but despite how things went the first time, they weren’t eager to cooperate. Hoshi kept wanting to chat about your life and Woozi was quietly in his seat, eyes shut like usual. For the sake of gaining trust you’d answer Hoshi, but didn’t give too many details. You gave vague statements about your upbringing and only mentioned a few places you had been to in your life.

“I’d love for you to show me all those places someday.” Hoshi stated. “I want to know the places that are special to you.”

“Your goal should be to go to such places to make your own memories.”

“Hm, maybe one day, when we get out of here.”

“That’s a good mindset to have. Now, we’ve talked enough about me, so what about you?”

“Our life is no fun compared to yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You get to come and go as you please, and you’re ignorant to the real world around you.”

“Such a statement may be true, but it’s not fair for you to assume I’d continue to ignore the situation if I discovered the truth.”

“You mean that?” Woozi opened his eyes, staring at you. “You’d do something if you knew what was really going on?”

“I’d surely want to find a way to help. That’s why I am where I am today.”

“Let’s test that.”

“Hm?”

The siren went off and your session ended. Your mind lingered on Woozi’s words, wondering what he meant. Before heading out you looked over your notes, not feeling like any progress was being made. Then you noticed something odd at the bottom of the page. There were directions that lead to a restricted area, along with a passcode and time. This was written in your hand writing but you didn’t recall every writing such a thing. You had no explanation, yet something in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to follow these instructions. So you did. Curfew was at ten. After that all staff and patients were expected to be in their rooms. Anyone caught roaming the halls would face serious consequences. 

Despite knowing all that, around eleven you snuck out of your room, making your way to the restricted area in your notes. Your heart was pounding in your chest and yet you kept moving. You avoided the guards and managed to navigate through the camera’s blind spots. It felt like you were very lucky to make it to your destination. Unlike the other doors, this one had a digital keypad, and would only open if the right code was put in. This was where you either made it or got screwed. You had the note in your pocket and entered in the code written. To your relief the door unlocked and you stepped through. Now you were on your own, having no idea what to do or where to go. Then you heard screaming.

In most situations you’d want to go in the opposite direction, but something about that scream felt familiar. So you followed that dreadful sound as it got louder and louder. The halls were a blank creamy color, and the place felt strangely sterile. As you continued to walk one of the walls had a glass panel and when you stepped to see what was on the other side your eyes went wide. Down below you could see some sort of lab. A test subject was strapped down to a chair, multiple electrodes attached to their head and chest. All kinds of machines surrounded them, and you noticed some rather big and heavy objects in the room as well. Although your greatest concern was seeing Hoshi being treated like a lab rat. 

He seemed somewhat out of it, clearly exhausted, but he wasn’t given a chance to rest. His collar suddenly flashed a blue color and he screamed as an electric shock was sent through his body. You didn’t understand what it meant, but he did. Hoshi shook his head and took a moment before shifting his focus, then you noticed the other objects in the room begin to levitate. You took a half step back in shock, finding it hard to believe this was Hoshi’s doing. Yet the boy screamed and the objects in question were torn to pieces. You covered your mouth as you yelled, starting to wonder if this was the real world Hoshi had mentioned before. That this was the kind of thing that made his life no fun. 

No wonder this place was so secretive and dangerous. The patients here were being used as test subjects for who knows what. Even if they seemed to be contained, you were constantly exposed to them and unaware of the real danger they posed. Now it made sense why the company sent people here when they wanted to get rid of someone. Regardless of the outcome, the company wins. A part of you was telling you to run, to get out of here before you’re caught and to submit your resignation in the morning, but you knew you couldn’t just leave now. This was wrong, it was unethical, and it wasn’t right to just leave. You had to do something, but you had no idea what.

“You won’t run?”

You suddenly heard a voice and quickly turned around, although you didn’t see anyone. You were alone, then you looked back down at the lab when you heard Hoshi scream again. You placed your hand on the glass, trying to think of your next move. Then you realized you weren’t the only one watching. There were other glass panels that allowed one to view the lab. Across the way you saw people in lab coats watching and taking notes, then you locked eyes with someone. Standing among the doctors was Woozi and he was staring right at you. There was no way to know how long he had been staring, but you had a feeling it was the whole time. You were starting to feel incredibly nervous and then you heard Hoshi laugh. When you looked back down to him you realized he was staring at you too with a big smile on his face.

“Hello!”

Now you were starting to panic as Hoshi was drawing attention to you. Although before you had a chance to run you noticed all the debris in his room started to fly around and break things. Hoshi was laughing maniacally, the machines in the room getting broken, and he actually managed to break free from his restraints. Sirens started blaring and red lights were flashing.

“Come to me.”

You heard a voice again despite being alone, and then your legs started moving on their own. You couldn’t stop yourself and your gaze shifted to Woozi. He was alone now but still watching you, a sinister smile on his face. It sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t do anything to stop yourself. You made your way down the hall, the two boys disappearing from view, but you could still hear the chaos Hoshi was causing. You rounded a few corners and then found yourself standing before Woozi. A handful of people were curled up on the ground, holding their heads and groaning in pain.

“Woozi… are you… doing this…?”

“Help me get the collar off.” Woozi’s voice was in your head. “Please.”

Once again your body moved on its own and you stepped closer to Woozi. You walked behind him and examined the collar for a moment before reaching over to unlatch it. Yet when you tried to remove it an electric shock went off, affecting you and Woozi. You yelled and stepped back, and he fell to his knees.

“I said get it off!”

You didn’t want to get hurt, but Woozi’s voice wasn’t just in your head. He was taking control and making you do things you wouldn’t. So you grabbed the collar again, holding it tightly and pushing through the pain until it came off. You collapsed to the floor afterwards, shaking a bit.You were trying to process when you suddenly felt a hand on your head, looking up to see Woozi petting you, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

“Let’s go get Hoshi.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, you don’t need to be afraid, just relax, no one’s going to hurt you.”

Woozi held his hand out to you and helped you to your feet. Even if you didn’t want to, you followed behind him. He walked with confidence, unafraid of his surroundings. Anyone who got close merely collapsed to the ground screaming and grabbing their head. The guards didn’t have a chance to use their weapons. Woozi just walked past everyone, and you did too. You should be freaking out, but it felt like there was some kind of fog in your mind preventing you from thinking clearly. Before you knew it you came across a different type of mess. Staff and guards and other personnel were strewn about the ground, some with random debris embedded in them, and others lying in pools of blood. You weren’t sure if anyone was alive.

“Having fun?”

You turned down a hall to see Hoshi throwing some people around, laughing and clearly enjoying himself. When he turned around and saw you and Woozi his eyes lit up. He ran over and embraced Woozi in a hug. You could see that he had removed his collar as well. Neither was inhibited anymore. You wanted to run, but your body wasn’t listening to you anymore. The only thing you still had control over was your voice. It wasn’t really smart to talk but you had all kinds of questions.

“… why… why are you doing this…?” You mumbled. “All this time… with your power… you could’ve escaped… why didn’t you…?”

“We didn’t always have powers.” Hoshi stated. “Not until they brought us here and started using us as test subjects. It was weird at first, but these people weren’t gonna let us get away so easily.”

“But you just… broke out…”

“Yeah, they thought they had us under control, but those collars didn’t completely block our powers, not when they’ve become so strong. Besides, we never really had a plan for breaking out, or a reason. This place was fun in its own ways.”

“Then… then why now…?”

“Like you said, it’s okay to want things we were meant to have. A home, someone to love us. I guess that finally made us realize we do want change, so thanks for that.”

Hoshi walked closer to you, taking your hand in his, and then Woozi did the same on the opposite side. You stared at both of them, not sure what this meant.

“You encouraged us to want more.” Hoshi said. “So let’s get out of here together.”

The two started walking, bringing you along. You were trying to figure out your part in all this, but the more you tried to think, the thicker the fog got. The two used their powers together, rendering the three of you untouchable. It wasn’t long before you left the restricted area, making it into the main building. The alarms soon started blaring, but you were certain there was no stopping them now. You made it to the main entrance and effortlessly walked out. The sun was peeking over the horizon, and you unwillingly led them to your car. That’s when you stopped. For the first time trying to actually fight back.

“… no… no, we can’t… you two… it’s dangerous…”

“We just walked out of that hellish place with ease.” Hoshi reminded. “The rest of the world won’t be a problem.”

“… but… no… the two of you…”

“Sh, sh, sh…” Woozi took your head in his hands, having you meet his gaze. “There’s no need to worry. We have you to keep us on the right path. Besides, you can’t fight me. I’ve been in your head since the day we met, and we’ve kept you safe the whole time.”

“… huh…?”

“No need to worry about the finer details. Why don’t you just take us home now, okay?”

“… home…”

“Yeah, I wanna see where you live.” Hoshi said excitedly. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Hoshi brought you over to the driver’s side, and to your own surprise you had your keys in your pocket. You unlocked the car and got into the driver’s seat. Hoshi sat in the back and Woozi took shotgun. You started the engine, but that was as far as you wanted to go.

“Drive.” Woozi stated. “Safely, of course.”

“… I…”

“Don’t cause trouble now. It won’t last anyway. We’re really gonna get to know each other soon enough. So let’s go home.”

“…let’s… let’s go home…”

You probably shouldn’t drive in such a state, but it’s not like anything bad would happen. Not as long as they were around. Not as long as they were in control. As you pulled out of the lot and drove away from the asylum you felt that fog in your mind growing and slowly consuming you whole. You felt yourself slipping into the void. When you looked in the rear view mirror you could see Hoshi smiling brightly, sticking his head out the window and screaming gleefully. Woozi also had the window down, merely staring out at the horizon and basking in the sun. They were free, whereas you were the one trapped now. You had no idea what came next, and you’d have no say in the matter either. You could only hope they’d be kind.

[ihaveathingforwomen]

Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 12 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Alex & Casey are learning their new normal with the beginning of mock trial and the stress of Casey's final semester.

A/N: Soooooooooo I'm sorry for the disappearance. Had a really difficult time with a new job that didn't work out and the stress that came with it. But, things are leveling out now. I'm hopeful that I'll be keeping this wayyyyy more up to date than I have been. Thank you guys for being so encouraging and amazing, I absolutely ADORE hearing from all of you. You mean the world to me. <3

The following few days were filled with Casey adjusting to her new courses and preparing for the first mock trial meeting at the end of the week. They’d sent out emails practically twice a day with details about the upcoming meetings for the semester. Which wouldn’t have bothered Casey normally, but the constant bombardment caused everything to feel like it was starting to snowball. She’d been unable to see Alex most of the week because of how everything kept piling on, which made their tension continue to build. They’d see each other in passing, Alex making a point to see Casey whenever she could. Even though the interactions were just a quick kiss or a simple, “how was your day,” neither of them felt like the relationship waivered. If anything, it only made them crave each other more and more.  

Friday finally came and Alex had a later start to her morning than she’d planned. She’d woken up, alone in her bed, after a delightful dream. She’d dreamt about Casey straddling her on the couch, her hands cupped around her face. Alex’s hands wandered over her body until one gripped her hip, the other slowly made its way between Casey’s thighs. Casey rocked her hips back and forth, moaning into Alex’s mouth. Frustrated, their moans melted away into her last alarm of the morning. When she glanced at the time, she weighed the options in her mind and ultimately decided she could squeeze in a quick masturbation, finishing the dream and herself. Naturally, this led to her running late. 

Her lateness, unfortunately, also led to her missing Casey before class. She made it to her first class with minutes to spare, her mind still clouded by the thoughts of Casey. In an attempt to spend longer in her mind, she made a point to have her classes engage in more discussions and coursework that did not necessarily require her attention. This worked for all of her classes, but trying to keep herself busy through her break was rough. Of course there was work to be done, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Focus was beyond her capabilities for the time being as she started task after task with the futile goal of completing at least one of them. Instead, her mind wandered with ideas of her lover and what they’d get up to this weekend. As her mind wandered, so did her hand; passively between her thighs and up her mound, gently gripping the silicone piece she’d stashed within her slacks. 

The end of the work day at last arrives as she organizes her things in her office, preparing for the mock trial meeting in about an hour. She anticipates seeing Casey during the meeting and then taking her home afterwards. Though, she isn’t sure she can wait that long. The pit of her stomach burns, her thighs tensing continuously with desire for Casey. As she begins to consider taking care of herself in the office, she hears footsteps down the hallway. A moment clicks in her mind and, excited, she pokes her head out of the doorway. Her smile falls when she sees it was just another professor passing by. Hanging her head, only to hear a faint gasp and an audible smile down the opposite end of the hallway. 

Alex whips her head around and steps out into the hallway, keeping one foot in her office. A smile plasters itself across her face as she watches her sweet partner prance down the hallway. Her hair bounces as she approaches, her dark red hair pinned up in a bun with a black claw clip. “Case,” she begins to exclaim as she opens her arms, her partner running into them and wrapping her own arms around Alex’s neck. 

“Hi! I have some time before the meeting, I was hoping to see you for a bit,” she tells her as she pulls away, hands clasped warmly around the back of Alex’s neck. Alex’s hands naturally fall to Casey’s waist and she feels a fire in her chest, the heat rising and reddening her skin, saliva pooling beneath her tongue at Casey’s touch. 

Alex’s mouth hangs open for a little bit, her eyes fluttering as she scans Casey’s face. Auditory sensations play within her mind’s eye as she stares, and her impulses can no longer be withheld. “I was hoping to see you too, come on,” she tells her, hands leaving her hips to grab her hand and pull her in. As she does, Casey tries to shut the door and just as soon as it closes, Alex takes Casey’s things and sets them down.

“What are you in a rush for?” Casey giggles just before Alex pushes her against the door, hands groping their way up her shirt and onto her hips. Their lips collide and Alex feels the heat burst. It leaks through her hands and her lips, moans escaping as she runs her tongue over Casey’s, adoring its taste and the way the muscle flexes. 

“I miss you,” Alex whispers against Casey’s lips as she parts, then continues kissing down her neck. “I was hoping to show you how much…” her hands weave to the front of Casey’s jeans and start slyly unbuttoning them. “Since we have some extra time…” 

Casey’s vision blurs as Alex’s lips reach her throat, her heartbeat pressing against her lover’s lips over and over, faster and faster. She lets out a quiet moan that quickly turns into a whimper as she reaches for Alex’s hands and stops them, “What about when we get home?” 

Alex wriggles her hands out of Casey’s grasp and plants them on the door behind her, releasing her neck from between her teeth and dragging her tongue up to Casey’s ear. She pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, “I need you, Case…” she pants in her ear, nose pressed gently against her lobe. “So badly.”

Casey tilts her head into Alex’s breaths, her mind hazy and reason leaving her. With one hand pressed against the door, the other slides down to Alex’s slacks, starting to fiddle with the clasp when she feels the bend of a surprise. She lets out her breath and grins, pressing her lips to Alex’s ear - “Why don’t you show me?” 

Alex pulls away slowly, her eyes wide and staring at Casey, studying her face. Her head tilts to the side, a smirk rising, and she bites her lip at the thought. She reaches down and quickly undoes Casey’s pants while Casey turns and locks the office door. Together, they maneuver Casey’s pants off of her body and Casey starts to grab the hem of her underwear but Alex stops her, replacing her hands at the hem of her underwear. She stares for a moment, feeling the drool in her mouth, and she shakes her head. 

“These are staying on,” she whispers as she spins Casey around and presses her against the door, bunching her panties and pulling them to the side. Casey grins and bites her lip, reaching behind her to grip Alex’s strap. Alex undoes her slacks and before she can even touch her strap, Casey’s hand grips it and pulls it. 

“Were you planning for this, Cabot?” 

Casey’s words ring loudly in her ears and a deep guttural tightness winds inside of her. She uses one hand to glide her way up Casey’s wet & exposed center, humming at how wet she’s become. “Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with it, Novak,” she comments before gripping her strap out of Casey’s hand and guiding the tip inside of her. Casey groans loudly as Alex takes her time, pushing herself as deep as possible, as slowly as possible. When she reaches the hilt, Casey starts to let out a loud moan, which Alex quickly reaches forward to slap her hand across her mouth. Casey grunts and rams her hands into the door as Alex pushes deeper, gripping her mouth and leaning in to kiss Casey’s ear with her own breathy moan. 

“Shh,” Alex whispers into her ear, “can’t let them hear you, can we?” She snakes her arm around Casey’s throat, resting it into the crook of her elbow as she begins using her hips to slowly thrust in and out of her, moaning into her ear. Casey bites her lip, letting soft moans hum against them, her throat vibrating against Alex’s arm. With her back arched inward, the strap hits her deep and brushes against the right spots, the long, deep thrusts causing a winding in her core.  

Alex begins to pick up the pace, causing Casey to hit the door a few times over. Her moans start to get louder, as do Alex’s. Their desperation feels as though it’s pulsing between them, swelling and circling them. Care about their noises begins to waiver…until the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hallway. Casey whimpers and pushes Alex’s hips away, Alex pulls out and starts messily putting the strap away. Casey reaches for her pants and begins replacing them, pressing her ear against the door and listening closely. 

The footsteps bound up against the door for a moment and then begin to dissipate. Both of them release the breath they were holding and giggles start to erupt from between them. Alex takes Casey’s jaw in her hand and brings her close, kissing her softly. Casey reaches her hands down and starts trying to bring the strap back, and Alex pulls away. 

“We can finish this at home, Case, it’s okay.” Alex tries to push Casey’s hands away, but finds herself confused as she drops to her knees. 

“I know, look at the time,” she states, “but I figured I’d help clean up.” She grins widely and continues undoing Alex’s slacks once again, but making a show of it this time. She’s caught Alex’s eyes and watches closely as her lover blushes, wordless as she observes the scene Casey is moving towards. Alex’s breaths become deep and sultry, licking her lips while she watches Casey run her hands up and down Alex’s thighs. She comes back up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, making intense eye contact. She starts to blush when her fingers slip in and retrieve the phallus. With red cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth, saliva pools around her tongue as the scent of herself on the strap makes her weak. 

“Case…” Alex whispers, barely loud enough for Casey to hear her. With a worried gaze, Casey looks up, questioning her. “I um…I’ve never had someone do this before.” 

The blush spreads all over Casey’s face and she furrows her brow, “really?” she asks, her tone seeming incredulous. Alex covers her face and nods in embarrassment. Casey’s mind initially hurtles towards stopping out of embarrassment and shame, but fortunately makes the quick turnaround towards wanting to give Alex her first time. With this at least. Deviousness spreads through her cheeks and she sucks her bottom lip for a moment as she readjusts on her knees. “Would you like for me to?” She asks, her eyes moving between Alex’s own red face and the strap. 

Alex takes a shaky breath and begins to stammer, “I mean…if you want to…” 

Casey smiles wide, admiring that Alex still has nervousness and insecurities. Leaving one hand firmly planted on Alex’s thigh, she reaches the other to gently squeeze Alex’s hand. Maintaining eye contact she feels a bit of the tension break, “I would love to, Lex.” Alex nods, squeezing Casey’s hand back just before she pulls it back and takes the strap from the confines of her slacks. She kisses the tip gently, then finally breaks eye contact with Alex. She plants soft kisses down to the hilt and then positions herself below it. Laying her tongue flat against the bottom of the strap she drags it up to the tip and then slips it into her mouth. Keeping the strap shallow, she takes her time coating it with her saliva and moaning. 

Above her, Alex’s breaths steady again and she grips the edge of the desk behind her. Wanting to connect with her lover, she extends her hand and caresses the side of Casey’s face. She smiles as she slowly takes her mouth off of the strap, letting drool drip from the tip now. Planting a messy kiss on Alex’s palm and dazzling smile, Casey takes Alex’s hand from her cheek and gently pushes it upwards to her hair. Alex lingers, unsure if she’s picked up the hint. Casey proceeds, sticking her tongue out and tapping the strap on it a few times before taking more of the length into her mouth. 

Casey moves back and forth slowly, removing her hands and gripping Alex’s thighs. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel her body, moaning and drooling as the wetness of her mouth coats the strap. She begins to feel desperate, wet and warm, her hands beginning to greedily grope Alex - her ass, the hem of her boxers, her thighs, underneath her shirt. The greedier she gets, the deeper the strap goes. Casey, unfortunately, is blissfully unaware of the sweet whimpers Alex is making and how she’s gripping Casey’s hair now. Both of them, eyes closed and enjoying the bliss of each other’s bodies, follow the fluid motion. Alex begins pushing Casey back and forth, but not forcefully. Casey is leading, but Alex is assisting. Both moan softly, the sounds echoing in the office. 

A warmth rises in Alex’s pelvis and her hips begin pushing into Casey, who groans deeply at the first thrust, the whole length pushing its way into her mouth. She starts to gag a bit and it shocks Alex out of her pleasure for a moment, she pulls out and loosens the grip on Casey’s hair. Casey giggles, the spit smeared on her face and dripping down her neck, she smiles up at Alex. Alex looks down and blushes, humming with pleasure. 

Impulse overtakes her, “you look pretty covered in spit,” Alex murmurs. Casey blushes, speechless, and looks down. As she does, she happens to glance at her watch. 

“Fuck,” she spits, then starts to wipe her face with her sleeve. “We’ve got to go,” Casey looks up at Alex, who appears disappointed momentarily. But she extends her hand to help Casey up. She takes it and they stand apart for a moment. Casey takes tissues from the desk and cleans herself up while Alex shoves the strap back in her slacks. Once put back together, they stare at each other for a moment, feeling momentary awkwardness. 

Alex pushes a strand of hair from Casey’s face, her other hand landing on Casey’s hip. Casey looks at her sheepishly, “was that okay?” 

Alex chuckles, pulling Casey into a deep hug. One hand around her waist and the other up between her shoulder blades, and Casey wraps her arms around Alex’s middle. Alex turns and whispers into Casey’s neck, “Yes…” she takes a deep breath and plants a soft kiss against Casey’s ear, “it was more than okay.” As she pulls away, she cups Casey’s face and smiles softly, her eyes scanning Casey’s face. Casey’s nerves fade momentarily as she loses herself in Alex’s gaze, which softens. Alex lets out a slow breath and pulls Casey into a passionate kiss. Casey’s hands slide down Alex’s body to her hips, gripping them lightly and pulling her closely. Their breaths intermingle, ins and outs, getting lost in each other’s scent.

Casey lets out a soft whine as she pulls away, her eyes closed and her cheeks grinning, “we have to go,” she whispers. Alex giggles and nods, slipping her hands away from Casey and grabbing her things. Casey does the same, her face warm with fluster and desire. Leaving the office and making their way toward the classroom where the first meeting would be held, Casey couldn’t help but notice the wetness spreading in her jeans. She bit her lip as they walked, hand in hand, imagining what they could do when they got home. Alex, however, was feeling more focused now. She opened the door for Casey and they parted ways. Alex moved to the other professors while Casey joined her peers on the other side of the room. 

Sitting next to Charlie, her face red and body warm with a faint sweat, Casey hoped he wouldn’t say anything. He turns to her and gives her a once over before glancing over his shoulder at Alex. Alex, speaking with the other professors, maintains complete composure, as a former assistant district attorney would. A smirk crawls across Charlie’s face as he turns back to Casey, who wipes her forehead of sweat. 

He scoffs, catching her attention, “did you two just…?” 

Casey’s eyes swell and her face burns a scarlet red. “How the hell do you know that?” 

He practically chokes himself to keep from bursting with laughter, “you’re so easy to read, Case.” He looks between them both, Casey mimics him. “She’s over there, all composed and professional, and you’re here, nervous with a flop sweat, after you walked in together. I do have eyes, honey.” 

She takes a deep breath, staring at him incredulously, and is about to retort when Professor Donnelly begins her introduction. When she begins, Casey’s nerves seem to calm themselves. She listens carefully while watching Alex discreetly. Her eyes dart to & fro, admiring her love while ensuring she’s aware of the information being delivered to her. Fortunately, she’s able to ignore the swelling warmth in her core. She pushes Charlie’s comments to the back of her mind, not letting them bother her anymore than is necessary. At the beginning, Alex keeps her attention entirely directed on Donnelly or the work in front of her. She neglects to acknowledge Casey’s wandering gaze. 

As the end grows near, however, Alex’s composure waivers. She starts to gaze longingly at her lover, sitting on the front row. She admires Casey’s calmness in spite of all of her stress. She admires how driven she is and the way that her mind works. They’re pulled from the midst of their distraction and admiration when Donnelly makes a point to redirect everyone’s attention. 

“Now that we’ve gotten the admin stuff out of the way, I wanted to finally announce our team leads,” she states in a demanding, almost grandiose, manner with her arms and ankles crossed as she leans back against the faux judge’s stand. Casey and Charlie direct their full attention to Donnelly’s presence. Alex tries to be subtle, but it’s clear she’s leaning into the tension, unaware of who the leads are herself. “Wow, I didn’t think I’d take the breath out of the room. Breathe everyone,” Donnelly exclaims and the group lets out a nervous laugh. 

“For the defense team, we have Trevor Langan.” A simultaneous sigh of relief fills the room and a hefty pat on Trevor’s back can be heard from where he’s sitting in the back of the room. 

Donnelly clears her throat and the room falls silent once again. Bated breaths feed into Donnelly’s power trip as she waits for all eyes to be on her. “And for the prosecution,” she begins, glancing all around the room and making a point not to meet anyone’s gaze. All air has escaped Casey’s lungs, though she’s not sure why. She feels glad even to just be on the team with how much she’s got going on. But she knows the weight of being the team lead for this competition could mean the difference between a position here, in Portland, and her position in New York City. 

“We have Casey Novak.” 

[cosmicrhetoric]

i do think it's cute how many posts on here are like "i want to be granny weatherwax when i grow up!" like it's sweet but also yes the perfect grown human ideal that we all have to aspire to is a 70-something yr old huge bitch

[sugusatosluut]

In every universe?

In every universe..

Synopsis: Angstrom Levy has caused mass destruction to the world by unleashing many invincible variants across your mainstream world. The remaining variants find out you’re alive in this universe and Mark takes matters into his own hands to protect you.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, blood,

Mark breaking up with you was not on your plate of things you were expecting. You’d seen it coming from a mile away. He got with you, then shortly after being with you he had an awakening after Angstrom attacked his family. He spent most if not all his time with Eve Wilkins instead of you, his girlfriend. The one time you complained, he broke up with you. Not only did it hurt, but his choice of words weren’t something you could argue with. Not to mention, his unresolved internal conflict of having to choose you or Eve.

‘I just want to protect you, y/n. It’s better for both of us this way— just at least until I figure everything out.’

Those words were the last you would hear from Mark Grayson, that was until the third day following the attack of the Invincible Variants. They were dispersed across the world, violently killing and playing with their victims until they got bored and destroyed everything in their path. For three days they attacked and for those three days you didn’t hear from Mark. All you knew was that your town was under attack now. You were hiding out with William and his boyfriend, thanking the heavens that there was a clear path to your weirdly untouched apartment. On the way to your apartment a building collapsed, the bricks barely scathing you and William. You were both hurt though. A few cuts on William’s arm and a deep gash on your head. It wasn’t enough to stop you. You weren’t special and you weren’t a super, so you weren’t any help to begin with anyways. That didn’t stop you from trying to make sure the people closest to you and even Mark were okay.

Your mainstream Mark stopped in front of you.

“Y/n are you okay? God your head let me see.” He tried to see your wound.

“William needs help more than I do. Go see him.” You said pointing to William. Without any hesitation Mark went to check on his friend. You took advantage of that time to get away, seeking solitude as at least William and his boyfriend got to safety. Mark most likely would stop by after to get you to safety too… or would he just go fight with eve? You honestly couldn’t answer your own question or reassure yourself with confidence about this.. but this wasn’t about you. The world was in trouble. You made it to your apartment, breathless and your head was pounding still. The gash causing a horrible migraine.

Angstrom Levy was debriefing with the variants.

“I want this world in fear of invincible. I want everything he loves taken away from him. His mother, his brother, Atom Eve, that y/n girl..” he said. Immediately regretting that he slipped up. The fear in his eyes became evident when looking at the variants.

“Y/n’s alive?” Mohawk Mark had a look of utter regret and fear in his eyes.

Sinister Mark rushed in to grab Angstrom by the throat.

“You’re going to tell me where she is. You lie, I’ll know and I’ll kill you.” He said between gritted teeth.

All the Marks were sent into a panic. This was huge. The emotions were so intense. Most of them were dead, the remaining Mark’s now had only one mission. Find you.

“Don’t think she’ll be happy to see any of you.” Angstrom smirked.

Meanwhile in your apartment, you lied down on the couch, arms spread out and head tossed back with a wet cloth over your head. Your vision was just so blurry at this point it was useless to get up. You felt like you’d probably die. You closed your eyes, feeling a presence shortly after. You opened your eyes slightly, lifting the rag. You recognized the bottom of Mark’s suit just barely.

“Mark..?” You asked weakly.

You lifted the rag up higher, noticing it wasn’t your mark, it was sinister mark. Fear struck your heart, your body throwing itself off the couch. This felt like agony, you were already down and this could be your final moments. You struggled to move after falling off the couch.

“Y/n.. you look bad let me see it.” He said crouching on the floor to get closer to you. He reached out and you shut your eyes tightly. The fear paralyzing you. You shouldn’t be feeling this scared of mark but after what you’ve seen, you couldn’t help it. You were expecting to feel the weight of Mark’s strength crushing your throat but instead you felt his rough hands caress your cheeks. He took his gloves off to touch you.

“You’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said. The shock of seeing you was more than enough for him to decide he wanted to stay.

“You hurt all those people- when you hurt people, you hurt me.” You said wincing.

Sinister Mark completely stopped what he was doing. You said it again.. you said it in his world before the Omni man in his world killed you in cold blood. He lifted the rag off your head.

Mohawk Mark and semi-long haired Mark arrived in your apartment as well. They looked timid, completely opposite of what you’ve been seeing. They came up to you, checking on you.

“She needs help. I’m not letting what happened to her happen again. I just can’t.” Semi long haired Mark said as he propped you up on the counter.

“I’m fine—“

“No! You’re not.” They shouted at you in unison.

You flinched.

Sinister mark tended to your head wound with the needle and thread you had in the kitchen.

“What the hell is this? Why are you acting like you guys didn’t just kill millions of people?” You asked.

“You died in my world—all of our world’s y/n. This is the only world you’re alive in. I came to bring you back home. It’s clear the Mark of your world is a complete idiot. What the fuck is wrong with him? You’re supposed to be with him, he’s supposed to be protecting you!” Mowhawk mark explained.

“Mark and I aren’t together anymore, he’s with eve, wait a minute— I’m dead?” You asked.

“Mhm” sinister mark said.

“In every universe?” You asked.

“In every universe.” Semi long haired mark said.

“He’s with eve? God I hate her, I’ve always hated her.” Mowhawk mark said.

“This is why you need to come home with me.” Mowhawk Mark sighed with a hand on his head.

“With you? She’d thrive better with me. She’s coming with me.” Semi long haired mark argued.

“No. She’s not leaving with either of you, she’s coming with me-“ sinister mark butted in

“Why? So dad can find her and kill her again in your world?” Mowhawk mark shouted.

The Mark’s strted to argue, leaving your wound dressed and treated, they started to argue more, the arguing turned to shoving and shoving turned into knocking out half of your building, you tumbled, falling out of the building and hanging on. You slipped, one of the Mark’s picking you up and saving you. It was Mowhawk Mark. Everything was fine until sinister Mark knocked you both out of the sky. They fought eachother as you plummeted, closing your eyes tightly hoping the impact would just kill you. A pair of arms grasped you tightly.

It was your Mark.

“You’re okay- you’re okay. Let me take care of this.” He said as he placed you down on the ground. It was fairly quick, he left you to kill both of them but they disappeared in a flash, Mark coming back to you quickly. He picked you up and held you tightly. In the heat of the scuffle between the mark variants, your wound reopened, blood was dripping down your head and your clothes were dirty and torn. Mark set you down in his bedroom, the two of you sitting in silence. Mark was standing, pacing trying to get you some clothes and a towel to run a shower for you. You showered and washed the blood off of you, mark tended to you carefully.

“Let me take care of you.” He said lowly.

Mark cleaned out your wound and fixed it up neatly. You were zoned out the whole time, letting him do whatever he needed to help you. He couldn’t do this anymore, the feeling was overwhelming. He needed to do this now especially after what just happened.

“I’m sorry y/n. It’s you and it always has been. I’m and idiot and I shouldn’t have tied myself up in how everyone else is expecting the future to go for me. I know what I want in my future and that’s a life with you. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you, I should have chosen you. You have every right to be upset with me, but I want you to be in my life, I want you to be my wife and have my kids, I want that in our future. I could have lost you and that scares me. I cant live without you, you’re my soulmate a-a-and that’s okay if you don’t feel the same but that’s how I feel about you.” He whined.

You looked him in his eyes, those sweet deep puppy dog eyes of his. A part of you always knew that you and Mark would be in eachother’s lives in some way, but this was him saying he wanted it in the way that meant he’d protect you, that he’d be with you permanently.

Your slow blink worried Mark, his soft hands touching your cheeks. You closed your eyes, his hands were so soft compared to the other Mark’s. You melted into his touch with your eyes closing. He kissed your nose, then your lips softly. You were kissing eachother passionately, the warmth of his lips making you blush. Your body relaxed, opening for Mark to lay you down passionately. His touch burned with intensity. His kisses made your skin tingle as you had sudden flashes of the Mark’s that destroyed your apartment. This was your Mark, so why do you feel so intense?

You placed a palm on his waistband, sliding your hand down his pants. You held his hardness in your hands as he kissed you, repositioning your bodies so that you were on top of his own. You slid your shirt off, your boobs bouncing as Mark’s oversized shirt came off of your damp body. You were stark naked sitting on top of him. He looked at you in all your glory as you helped him remove his suit. He was holding your body closed, your chests smooshed together as you made out. Your wetness pooled, allowing him to slip it in with ease and comfort for the both of you. He groaned, giving you love bites and hickeys as you relaxed and allowed him to slam into you. You slipped your arms over his own and pushed him down into the sheets. His arms going above his own head. You were riding him intensely, but he was already so close. He grabbed your hips, locking them in his biceps as he slammed into you. You were both close now, Mark’s pants and huffs taking over the once noiseless room. He slowly ground his hips into you, the pulsing signifying that he was just so close. Your stomach tightened and your grip on his shoulders tight. You both came in complete silence as you dropped onto the bed next to him.

“I don’t want to be cliché but I love you. I always have and I always will. In every universe.” He said as he cuddled you, moving your hair out of your face and kissing your temple.

“I love you too Mark.. in every universe.”

[luveline]

hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey

ty (ily)!! fem!reader

Spencer’s feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and you’re pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. It’s completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine he’s ever read. 

“Why are you frowning?” you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together. 

“I’m not.” 

You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. “You’re frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.” You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs. 

“I’m tired,” he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you. 

“You’ve had a long day, that’s why. When we get back to your place I’ll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.” 

“I don’t want a foot massage. My feet don’t even hurt,” he lies.

“Don’t bother.” You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. “I know all your tells, baby boy,” —he laughs through a wrinkled nose— “nothing gets past me.” 

“Why’d you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?” he asks. You could’ve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.

“They do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and it’s kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?” You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable. 

“Do you think I should get someone to do my laundry?” he asks. 

“You can afford it. But maybe not. There’s nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.” You side eye him carefully. “Maybe I’m over the top.” 

“You’re high maintenance,” he agrees. “Is it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.” 

“What? Why would you pay for it?” 

“‘Cos we’re together?” He’s more worried than dry about it. “I’d like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didn’t think you’d let me.”

“And I won’t… s’kind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.” You’re blinking funny. “I think that’s more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?” 

Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think you’re interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. “I like maintaining you.” 

You curl your arm through his. “That’s a funny way to say it.” 

He laughs at your obvious delight. “I like taking care of you,” he admits. “You like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.” 

“Thank you very much,” you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. “You make me happier than you know.” 

His cheeks turn pink. He doesn’t need to see himself to confirm. It’s a high statistical probability. 

“Kiss?” you ask, voice still soft. 

Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. You’re like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat. 

“What if you pay for my dry cleaning,” you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. “And I pay for yours?” 

Spencer thumbs along your jaw. “I don’t want anything from you, just you.” 

“Well, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?” you ask. “Would you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?” 

He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks. 

[srslylini]

what made season 1 so stunningly good was that every scene could be explained with stuff that happened on screen.

Why did Vi know where to find Vander after Silco took him? well of course because of Ekko who was established in the first few minutes of the first episode to be the character to be on look out.

Why did Powder follow the others to the abandoned building? why because she wanted to feel useful, she wanted for her stuff to work and she wanted to help. She wanted to not be the Jinx. This was all established through character moments that were natural and normal human interactions.

Why did Mel invest in Jayce? Why because first of all her own mother sent her away so seeing Jayce's mother stand up for her son must've hit her. And we see her talking about having to find new investments. Of course she would. He sounds interesting enough. Why not try it? If it doesn't work banishment is still on the table.

Why did Viktor help Jayce? Because he didn't want to stand in Heimerdingers shadow as just an assistant anymore. He was sick and knew the problems of the undercity first hand, he wanted to help. Of course he would, if there was a chance hextech could do it.

Why did Marcus continue to help Silco even after Graysons death? Why, because of his daughter or course. He could be threatened, molded and used. He wanted to establish big things, and was hasty in his youth, and we see 1. Silco exploit that and 2. Marcus regret that.

Why did a shimmer induced Huck help Caitlyn out? Why because as early as the very first episode in Vanders first speaking scene he gets help from Vander and well why wouldn't he then show that help for Vi, knowing he can?

literally every scene makes sense, everything can be explained with stuff that we SEE in the show. There isn't anything "off screen" or just not there.

Now tell me

Why did Caitlyn suddenly switch sides again in season 2 act 2? Why and how did Mel know that her brother wasn't actually her brother? Why did she know how to solve the puzzle? Why is Viktor suddenly floating in the universe? Why does Ambessa just ignore her daughter being abscent outside of that one throw away line? Why do Maddie, Loris and Isha exist? Every chatacter existed for a reason that wasn't just Plot even if they sometimes were just for Plot in season 1. But Maddie, Loris and even ISHA for gods sake, really are just Plot. Isha not as much as Maddie and Loris and thank god for that but still, her character, while I still hope it isn't true, existed to die and further Jinx's pain.

it's just so ugh

Edit: A lot (and I mean a LOT) of people have told me how Kino did make sense and I agree with that now. Though I stand firm with my opinion that we should've gotten to know him before so we could have figured it out even easier with Mel, there were actually signs I didn't notice myself before. Thank's for that.

Plus I will not back down on the fact that Mel just knowing the solution to the puzzle "makes sense cause sHe WaS ShOwn TO Be gOoD WiTh PuZZLes" is stupid. Yes, I know she is smart and good with that. But that's like a whole different thing. It's such a leap I don't know how some of you don't see it.

[spiderb00bs]

- REACH ME

Tara Carpenter x reader 

“Maybe Tara wanted to be more than your friend” 

Genre – smut    Warnings – mentions distant parents 

(request) 

Now playing – What You Need, by The Weeknd

Tara Carpenter was never very open about how she felt. She struggled with her emotions, most of the time keeping everything to herself until she couldn't take it anymore and exploded. She knew it was a bad thing to do, something that would only harm herself, but she still couldn't act any other way.   

Any feeling, anger, sadness, sometimes even happiness, Tara kept inside her, even if her heart was on the verge of exploding. Even though Tara had been doing this since she was practically a child, she still couldn't hide certain feelings from her friends. Which meant that everyone knew about Tara's huge crush on you.   

You and Tara were complicated to say the least, always flirting with each other, holding hands around the campus, kissing at some frat parties, you've certainly lost potential people who were interested in the two of you because they thought you and Tara were dating. All this just so that at the end of the day, you and Tara could raise the flag of friendship and make everyone around you want to kick your asses.  

Your friends had had enough. Holy shit! Sam had had enough. All they wanted most was to see you finally admit your feelings for each other, and believe me, they tried everything. Double dates with Anika and Mindy, going out bowling as a couple with Chad and Liv, Ethan and Bailey even tried flirting with both of you to see if you'd get any reaction, but Bailey just got scared of Tara's stares and Ethan backed off because he was sure he'd get punched by you if he stayed by Tara's side for one more second. Amber even locked you in the bathroom once! But that only earned her screams and more screams.   

At some point, everyone was convinced that you might have to figure it out on your own. They didn't know when, they didn't know where, and they certainly had no idea how close it was to happening. Which brings us to the present moment.  

You and Tara always liked to do everything together, and with a big test coming up, you and the Carpenter girl decided it would be a good idea to study together. Your house wasn't noisy, you're sure your brother would stay at his girlfriend's for many days, and your parents were never home, preferring work to spending any time with the family they decided to build themselves.   

Walking to your room - where you and Tara were studying - you carried two glasses of lemonade. Summer was coming and the cold drink seemed perfect to quench your thirst.   

“Man, this is really good.” You said, taking a sip of the liquid in the glass after handing Tara's glass to her.   

Convinced by your tone, Tara brought the glass to her lips, her eyes widening slightly when she saw that you were right. “Wow, you really know how to make something.” Tara says, mocking you.   

“Hey! Of course I know, who the hell do you think I am?”  

Practically throwing yourself into your chair, you felt yourself going slightly backwards in a jolt. Momentarily forgetting that the wheelchair would move if you threw yourself onto it. The sudden movement caused the glass to tip slightly, causing much of the liquid to splash onto your white shirt.   

“Oh, fuck!” Getting up quickly, you heard Tara laughing, glancing at the girl in time to catch her looking at you with a funny face.   

“ Dude, you're such a loser.” Laughing even harder at the scowl on your face, Tara turned around in her wheelchair, following you with her eyes as you walked towards your closet, pulling at your shirt to remove it from your body.   

“Yeah, very funny. Suck my dick, Carpenter."   

Tara knew you meant it in another way, but seeing your muscly back and catching a glimpse of your abdomen and the muscles in your arms made Tara wish you had meant it in the way she was thinking.   

Who could blame her? You were always Tara's ideal type, from the first day she saw you she knew she'd have a fucking crush on you. You were tall, strong, beautiful, had a style to envy, you were polite and funny at the same time. You were everything Tara had always asked the heavens for. But she was afraid, afraid of ruining the friendship you had created over all these years. So she kept accepting the crumbs you gave her, because that was better than losing you completely.   

You and Tara had made out before, but it never went beyond that. Tara knew you had a nice body, and she was even more sure now. With your closet doors open, Tara could see you perfectly well, innocently looking for another shirt, totally oblivious to the hungry gaze the younger Carpenter had in your direction.   

“You know, it's not a bad idea.” Frowning at what Tara had said, you continued looking for a clean, stylish shirt to wear, oblivious to Carpenter's movement around your room.  

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused when a strangely nervous Tara approached you.   

“It wouldn't be a bad idea for me to suck your dick.” In disbelief, you looked at Tara with slightly wide eyes.   

You'd never even talked about sex, let alone considered it. “You're kidding, right?”   

“Why? Do you think you can't handle me?” Tara asked, her fingers gripping the belt loops of your pants, pulling you closer and making you slightly nervous.  

“I can handle it. Can you handle it, Carpenter?” You said, pulling the shorter girl closer by the waist.   

God, you loved Tara's waist, it was so small in your hands, it made you feel so big.   

“Why don't you come and find out...”   

In all the talk, that was more than enough to make you move forward, kissing Tara's lips with desire. Your hands squeezed the girl's slender waist and Tara's sighs were like music to your ears. Her lips tasted like strawberries from the lipstick, and the kiss had a slight aftertaste of the lemonade you were drinking a few minutes ago.   

You couldn't believe it, Tara was simply the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen, and here you were, about to have sex with her. You were nervous, but you had to get over it. You wanted it to be good for Tara, as much as you knew it would be for you.  

Tara gasps as you lift her off the floor, wrapping her legs around your waist, Tara noticing that you were holding her with just one arm, while the other groped the walls, looking for the way out, as you were too busy kissing Tara's neck to lift your head. Finally emerging from the closet, you walk over to the bed, carefully tossing Tara onto it before climbing on top of her.   

“Fuck, you're so hot, Tara.” Lowering your kisses to her breasts, you tugged at the hem of Carpenter's shirt in a silent request to take it off.   

“ Fuck, Yn. Do whatever you want to me!” With a smile on your face, you pulled Tara's shirt off, your fingers quickly going up and opening the clasp of the girl's bra.   

“God, you're so beautiful, Tara.” Hearing your words, the Carpenter girl's body shivered, making her let out a moan as you massaged her breasts - now free of the fabric -.   

“Do you like it?” Looking at you in bewilderment, Tara saw you laugh a little. “Do you like it when I compliment you, Tara?”   

Tara moaned, confirming what you wanted to know.   

“Do you like it when I say you're being a good girl for me?” Tara moaned awkwardly as you took her nipple in your mouth, sucking slowly without giving the girl a chance to respond to your teasing.   

Taking advantage of Tara's distraction in the fog, you unbuttoned the girl's pants, pulling the garment off her body, seeing the damp stain forming on her panties.   

“Fuck, are you already wet?” You teased, leaving a kiss on Tara's clit under the fabric of her underwear, only for the Carpenter girl to let out a loud moan.   

“You do that to me.” Tara said, pulling your hair closer to her intimacy. “Please fuck me.”  

You smiled, knowing that you were making the most of this moment. Even as you felt your cock growing in your pants, you decided that you wanted to make the most of that moment.   

Removing Tara's panties, you gave her pussy an experimental lick, collecting all the juices that flowed from it. “Uhmm, you're delicious, Tara.” Hearing Tara moan, you continued your work.   

Grabbing the brunette's legs, you gained more access to her intimacy, sucking her clit and making the woman squirm in your arms. “Please, Yn. I need more.”  

Looking at the woman, you could see Tara's watery eyes, those eyes that seemed to beg for your pity, those eyes that made you want to torture her even more with pleasure. But at that moment, those eyes made you give in.  

Standing up, you unbuttoned your pants, making Tara lean on her elbows so she wouldn't miss a second of the show. When Tara saw the bulge in your underwear, her mouth was already dry, she had imagined how big you were, even felt it a few times when she was sitting on your lap at parties, but she never thought she would see it up close.   

Seeing Tara look at you as if you were a piece of meat, you let out a snort, reaching out to grab a condom from the drawer of your bedside table. “Drooling too much?”  

“Shut up.” Tara said, the smile on her lips letting you know she was enjoying the moment. “I think you talk too much.”   

Looking at Tara with a raised eyebrow, you watched the girl kneel on the bed, reaching up only to take the condom from your hand, settling back on the bed with a predatory look on her face. “You don't know what you're talking about...”  

“Come here and show me.” Overcome by desire, you took off your underwear, making your cock jump free and hit your abs.   

Climbing onto the bed, you made your way between Tara's legs, kissing the Carpenter girl as soon as you had the chance. You gasped into the kiss as soon as you felt Tara's hand reach your cock, feeling her pump a few times, you spread kisses across her neck, distracting yourself while the younger Carpenter put the condom on you.   

Moving up from her neck to Tara's jaw, you pulled away from her slightly, looking into her brown eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”   

Rolling her eyes, Tara put a sarcastic smile on her face. “Why? Don't you think you can handle it?”   

Getting onto your knees properly, you watched Tara lie back comfortably on your pillows. “I just want to make sure you're comfortable with it, Tara.”   

Seeing that you were serious, the Carpenter girl stretched out her arm, her hand resting on your waist, only for her to shake her head, as if finally realizing that you wanted a sincere answer from her.   

“Of course I do.” Sitting up properly on the bed, Tara's hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling you until your forehead was resting against hers. “I've never wanted anything as much as I want this, Yn.”  

Seeing you nod, Tara smiled, pulling you into a kiss and making you lie on top of her. One of your hands was on her waist, while the other guided your cock to her wet pussy.  

Carefully, you slid the head of your cock into Tara, making the woman moan into the kiss. “Fuck, you're so big!”   

“You like that, pretty girl?” Tara moaned at the nickname, ecstatic as you sank into her inch by inch.   

“Fuck, I love it.” Taking your hand in hers, she looked up at you, almost as if asking your permission.   

With your cock all impaled inside Tara, you took both her hands, intertwining them with yours and placing them on top of her head. Your thrusts began at a slow pace, but increased in line with Tara's desperate pleas.   

The brunette underneath you was ecstatic, she was loving it, you were even better than Tara had imagined. You could make the hard feel soft, and the fast feel loving, you could make Tara feel two ways at the same time. She had never had sex with someone who made her feel loved and dirty at the same time.   

The words and compliments you whispered to her made Tara's stomach churn with pleasure, your big, sturdy form on top of her gave her the feeling of protection and imposingness that she used to hate with guys out there. But Tara knew you weren't a guy, and you weren't even close to being a jerk like them either.  

You managed to be gentle and loving amidst the brutality of your thrusts, you managed to leave Tara wanting more, you were making the brunette see stars. And it was only when Tara felt that no forming that she let out a loud moan, which was quickly muffled by your lips on hers.   

You knew Tara was coming, when you pulled away from the kiss, you saw her eyes roll back, her hands squeezing yours as it became harder and harder to move inside her. Slowing your thrusts, you followed Tara all the way up her, still hitting her g-spot as you chased your own orgasm.  

Kissing Tara's forehead, you thrust a few more times, seeing tears of pleasure in the woman's eyes. Grunting, you pulled your cock out of Tara, masturbating quickly and watching the jets of your come fill the condom.   

“Fuck...” Taking off the condom, you went to the bathroom, disposing of it in the trash and getting back into bed as quickly as possible, worried that Tara would think it meant nothing to you.   

Lying next to the brunette, you could see the smile on her face. Crawling closer to her, you left a kiss on the younger Carpenter's cheek, making her look at you with heartfelt eyes.   

“Was it good for you?” you asked, still worried that you hadn't satisfied the woman.   

“Are you kidding?” Tara asked, settling down on your bare chest. “It was the best fuck of my life.” She said laughing.   

Smiling, you looked at Tara, the words stuck in your throat. “Did that... mean anything? Or like, are we just friends who fuck?” You asked, laughing nervously.   

“Yn, I never wanted to be just your friend.” Tara said, leaning in and kissing your lips.   

A feeling of relief ran through your body. Finally, you had the girl you'd always wanted, and you were going to do everything to make her happy. 

hey guys, I hope you're well.

I'm very happy to be posting here today, I hope I'll be able to post some short requests and some thoughts that you send as well.

did you see the oscars? honestly, i'm very happy that “i'm still here” won an award. And although I was rooting for Fernanda until the last minute, I'm also very happy for Mikey. And I want to say that this profile does not support ANY kind of hate or misogyny towards Mikey.

Mikey is a kind and loving soul, and she's just doing her job. So I want to make it clear that I don't support any kind of hate.

anyway, that's it. drink water, stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[moldycheezeit]

Prologue

Before You read I'm letting you know again this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction so if it sucks I'm sorry. :(  This does have swearing and mentions of death and blood. Also I think I'm just going to make batsis just a mix of Nami and Uraraka b/c idk how to incorporate Mitsuri into her. And if you watch mha or one piece I'm sorry if I don't make batsis accurate to both characters, even though I've watched both shows I feel like I'll mess it up somehow.

By the time you were born Bruce Wayne and his wife, your mother, had adopted Richard Grayson also known as the first robin or Dick. Your mother was heavily pregnant at the time and about to pop. But when the birth happened about a month later something went wrong, she lost too much blood and did make it. Overcome with grief Bruce nor Dick could look at you, because they couldn’t see a daughter/sister all they would see was the thing that killed somebody whom they loved. 

This caused Alfred to be the one who had named you because no one else would, so Alfred picked the name (y/n). He can remember how much your mom loved the name. But let's interrupt the sadness if you had to talk about your run in with your so called “family” it would be like this…

Dick would talk to you but it’s not like he enjoyed or wanted to so he made excuse after excuse to get out of talking with you. Like how he’d said “ I’m sorry (y/n) but Damian asked me to help him study you know how it is.” you knew he really meant training with Damian. another lie he'd say was “oh I’m busy at the moment i'll catch you next time.” which was never.

Jason was a great brother. keyword was, when he first joined he loved to hang out with you even if you couldn’t do much because you were a toddler. When he died no one told you well Alfred tried to explain that Jason would never come back but all it did was confuse you and made you start looking all around the manor for him hoping he would appear. When he did return you were 10 and wow was he an ass. When you tried to talk or bond with him like you used to he’d yell things like “go the fuck away” or “stop being such a whiny princess” God that man got irritated easily.

Tim, well you didn’t really talk to him. I mean you tried to, he seemed to like similar things to you, like building and inventing gadgets. But all he did when you tried to talk to him was just look at you with disgust in his eyes. Well screw him too. 

Now Damian what to say about this demon you're related to. The first time you met him was when you were 16, you were 2 years older than him. And kinda excited to meet someone other than Bruce you're related to by blood. God how blind you were. Damian had walked into the library while trying to find his way around the Wayne manor.

“Oh hello I’m (y/n) you must be Damian, Alfred had said you were to arrive some time today.” you had happily said to him. But he took one look at you and had the impression of who you were. “Tch.” Was all that was said but you knew instantly he thought you were some weak defenseless bimbo.

Bruce, god how you hate being related to this man. As you could tell he practically seemed to blame you for your mothers death. Like how is it your fault, you couldn't control if she was going to live or die. Anyways the man seemed to not care for what you do and where you are. The media doesn't even know about you so why bother acting like he cares. But why do you care about what he thinks you can practically have done everything on your own. Some father he is.

Lastly Alfred. He's the man that practically raised you. He was there for you when you were younger but the older you got the more you pulled away from him. You love him but anytime you bad mouth any of you “family” he instantly defends them.  You also have to remember he serves the whole family, not just you.

YIPPIE I FINALLY FINISHED IT (≧∇≦) hopefully you guys liked it. Well thats it for rn buy :)

Taglist: @cxcilla @starslightzz @jackchanzzz

[cal-flakes]

hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

[orphicsun]

I beg of you to do some good nsfw mean dom sevika doin some brat taming 🤭🤭🤭

nsfw content warning. Spanking, clit stim, rough strap-on sex, harsh words, hairpulling, all that good but consensual stuff!

"Gonna fill this pussy up so good, baby.."

Sevika was treating you real nice, having your body laid across her lap as she just rubbed your clit from behind. Her touch is sensual and she promised to stretch you full (if her cock adjusted on her waist jutting obscenely out isn't enough of a promise already), but the thumb rubbing firmly on your clit isn't enough for you, apparently.

Sevika is starting to notice that over time, you have become more and more impatient. The first few fucks were good. You listened to her, when she would say "cum", you'd cum and thank her. Sevika likes her girls well-behaved. You, she initially thought, are well-behaved.

The previous times she's fucked you has proven her wrong, unfortunately. You went from her sweet girl, on your knees at her beck and call, to what? A greedy whore? It hasn't happened yet, not with her at least meeting you halfway by not teasing your clit, instead keeping the pressure building and firm, but she has a feeling you're going to catch an attitude for more, to get your way. To prove whatever point you wanna make with her. Unfortunately, she's right.

Sevika is so, so close to getting you to where she wants you. She isn't too much of a tease, not tonight. Talking you through it, telling you how pretty your pussy is from the view, all of that good stuff she likes to do. She is just about to pull you off of her, to fuck you just how you like it when her ears catch that little grumble. She hopes that she didn't just hear what she thinks passed through her brain.

"Not fucking me fast enough." Is what she definitely just heard. It's a sly, subtle comment, simply mumbled by you in a whiney tone that she usually wouldn't care too much to check. But Sevika's just not the most patient. You, unknowingly, just fucked yourself harder than any dildo of hers could.

Sevika's flesh palm connects with your ass cheek. You should be grateful that she doesn't use her shimmer arm, but you can't even register it all. You would cry out, if you had the time to process it before she's manhandling you onto your hands and knees, breeching your entrance with the tip of her cock, and not even hesitating to shove every single inch that she can possibly manage.

You said you wanted to be fucked, Sevika is only granting your wish. On her own terms, of course.

You cry out as she bottoms out, your pussy tightening around the shaft so tightly, almost rejecting the suddenness of it all. It's not like the usual fire that you get from her where you feel all gooey and warm inside. This is more like a pain that spreads, but with it the pleasure begins to seep into your body throughout, though it's quite overwhelming.

Sevika sets a steady pace, fucking deep into you, landing smacks on your ass that make you almost collapse onto the bed prone, but her mechanical arm holds you up by your stomach, one of her cold, metallic fingers flicking at your clit tauntingly as you cry out. For mercy, or for more? You don't even know.

"What's wrong? You said I wasn't fucking you fast enough." She teases, angling her hips upwards to take advantage the angle. She is going to ruin your poor g-spot at the pure harshness of it all.

"It's too much, please-" you choke out, and she tugs your hair tightly, forcing you to look back at her. She doesn't look amused besides the subtle twinkle in her eye.

"You're gonna take everything I have to give this pussy. Gonna take it like a greedy whore, cause that's what you are, aren't you?"

You whine, but you can't deny her words.

"Yeah, you are. You can tell me to stop anytime," her voice grows breathless with her thrusts, "but you haven't." And that's entirely true. All of what she's done, you've told her in the past that she has the access to it all. You know your safe word. Why is it that you like so badly to be tamed like some lap dog, not allowed to whine back at her?

Sevika hasn't caught on yet. She's a smart woman, she hasn't thought it out like you have. You began to act up on purpose, whining and complaining during sex, acting inconvenienced just to get her attention. To get on her nerves and finally see her snap, and it is just glorious to witness as she fucks you just like how your pussy's been begging her to fuck you. Deeply, as if she is made for you. Fast and harsh, as if she hates you. Sevika is mean, and you always noticed that when watching her talk to other people. You've wanted it for yourself.

Eventually, Sevika lets you collapse. She doesn't stop, but alternates into deep strokes, now just wanting to see you spill over.

"You love it when I say awful, filthy shit to you. Admit it." Her breath is next to your ear now, her front pressed up against your back. Her stiff nipples brush deliciously against your bare skin.

"I love it. I love when you fuck me 'n be mean to me," you struggle to admit, but there it is. She's got you tamed.

"Yeah, there's my good girl.." she coos praisingly, making your head spin. "Just likes to be a brat for fun?"

You can't answer because she offers one deep, hard thrust, making your pussy cream, even coating a bit of the harness in your juices.

It is all so worth it, cause now she's got her good girl back, and she knows just what you like.

[456-is-the-way]

hiii so ive had this idea for a while now but i just dont have the skills to write it myself, its not really a reader x character but more of a maybe actor!reader x the actor of the character if u get me??😭😭

so the idea is actor!reader plays a character that is also played as the love interest/partner of hwang inho (lee byung hun's character) and during their scenes together (like an intimate scene between their characters) reader just keeps messing up her lines or having trouble staying in character because she keeps getting flustered/shy by lee byung hun causing them to redo the scene over and over again so him and the whole cast just keeps laughing and teasing her about it😣😣🙏🙏🙏

A/n: So I will be going in order of the requests I get in my ask box then I will start on some suggestions I have in the comments. Once again, I do Actor x reader actor! So here is one of those ideas and I love it. I was going to do a tag list but I don’t know why it won't let me tag people!

Trigger warnings: Talks of smut, Partial Smut (lol?)

Squid Game Masterlist

Lee Byung-hun x reader

Quiet On Set

(Y/n) knew this scene would be the hardest to film. Sure as a professional actor, she filmed multiple movies that had intimate scenes. However, (Y/n) never had a romantic interest in the other actors. There was an instant spark when she met Lee Byung-hun. His character happens to have a complex background and in this season goes undercover to destroy Gi-hun, Lee Jung-jae, in an attempt to show him no matter what, people are greedy. Thats when (Y/n) character is introduced. (C/n) is written to be the complete opposite of The Frontman, In-ho. She is kind, patient, understanding, caring, and meant to show the good in humanity even though she has been dealt only hardships in life. Throughout the season their love builds up, soft touches, knowing glances, and quick kisses in secret. All the while (Y/n) had been falling helplessly in love with Lee Byung-hun. Of course, the fans did not let this go unnoticed during their recent interviews. Social media had blown up with edits and multiple bloggers posting about the chemistry they shared. (Y/n) would not admit her guilty pleasure is watching those edits and making comments herself which and fans foaming at the mouths. Lee Byung-hun even found it humorous that people not only shipped their character but them as well. When any with him and (Y/n) not on set but together was posted the fans always blew the comment section up within minutes. 

“Alright places everyone!” Hwang Dong-hyuk called as the crew rushed to make sure everything was set up in the correct frames. “(Y/n), Byung-hun are you all ready?” He asked kindly always wanting to double-check checking the actors were comfortable in scenes where they would be partially on display. (Y/n) nods even though slightly hesitant she walked onto the set and stood by the bathroom wall where the scene was going to be shot.

Byung-hun walked behind her with a smile, “Don’t be nervous (Y/n) this scene will be over before you know it.” It earned a shy smile from the actress leaning against the wall. 

“I am not that nervous… It’s a while since I have done scenes like this. Alright, I think we are ready.” She told the director and Byung-hun nodded in agreement. 

“Quiet on set, Take one, action!” He yelled and silence filled the room. (Y/n) could swear her heartbeat could probably be heard by how badly it was beating against her chest. 

Byung-hun fell into character without hesitation moving to press (Y/n) the cold tile. She breathes heavily cheeks flushed looking into his eyes. “In-ho we can’t” She whispered as he began aggressively kissing up her neck pressing their bodies together. (Y/n) let out a whimper from the pleasure she felt. 

“But you (C/n)” His voice went low showing his absolute dominance. (Y/n) wasn’t used to this side of the sweet Byung-hun. As scripted their jumpsuits were quickly discarded. The heavy breathing filled the room as the two actors stood almost nude in front of each other. His leg slipped between (Y/n). 

She arched up and moaned softly feeling him rub his knee against her covered core. “Byung-hun!” (Y/n) gasped causing him to instantly freeze. “Fuck I’m sorry.” She said as the director yelled cut. 

“Let's roll again.” As the scene had to be started over (Y/n) continued to be a flustered mess messing up the lines or using Byung-hun’s name instead of Young-Il.

“You are a mess.” He chuckled as the team thought it was hilarious she could not for the life of her finish the scene. Byung-hun smirked and leaned down whispering in a low sexual voice. “Do it in one shot this time and I’ll let you cry my name tonight.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widen looking into her costars eyes with a grin. Let's just say she didn’t mess up again.

[mintyys-blog]

i hope main more get a wedgie every time he puts on his dumb suit bc WHATT from the last chapter i thought he actually cared but he was lying out of his ass💔, ik u probably want to wrap this story up but i need to see him suffer for his crimes 🥲

UNDRESSED 3 — mark grayson x reader (EDITED)

WARNINGS: regret

INVINCIBLE MASTER LIST

PART ONE. PART TWO.

The morning after the chaos, Mark sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. The weight of his decision pressed heavily on his chest, the echoes of the battle still fresh in his mind. Eve stirred beside him, letting out a soft groan as she blinked awake. She winced slightly, still sore from the injuries she’d sustained.

“Mark?” her voice was groggy, but concerned. “What happened? Where’s Y/N?”

His entire body tensed. He had been dreading this conversation. He felt the guilt crawl up his spine like a sickness, eating away at him.

Eve sat up, noticing his silence. “Mark?” She looked at him, really looked at him, and something in his expression made her stomach drop. “…What did you do?”

He swallowed hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “I—I had to make a choice, Eve,” he muttered. “It was you or her. I saved you...” The room went silent.

Eve’s lips parted slightly in shock, her eyes searching his. “You left her?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Mark flinched. “I—I didn’t want to, but there were too many of them. I had to get you out of there, or they would’ve—”

Eve shook her head, processing his words. “But you just left her? To them?” Her voice wavered, disbelief settling into her features. “Mark, they weren’t just random villains! Those were versions of you! They wanted her! And you left her to them?”

Mark gritted his teeth. He knew. He knew.

“I had no choice,” he insisted, but his voice lacked conviction. “I did what I had to do.”

Eve ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. She looked frustrated, hurt, conflicted. “I get that, but—Mark, she trusted you. And now she’s gone.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his actions settling between them like an immovable wall. Then, Eve let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you for saving me,” she finally said, though there was an unmistakable hesitation in her tone. “I mean it. I… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t. I just—” she closed her eyes, composing herself before looking at him again, softer this time. “It’s just hard to accept.”

Mark nodded stiffly, his chest tightening. He wanted to say more, to explain himself better, but before he could, a buzzing noise from Eve’s phone cut through the air. She reached for it, unlocking the screen. The news was in disarray— but they were slowly building it back. With the help of the remaining hero’s and volunteers.

The weight of the world felt like it was crushing him, a pressure that wouldn’t relent. Mark stood in the middle of the bustling city, the remnants of the chaos his variants had caused still fresh in the air. People were still recovering, rebuilding their lives after the damage, and while some praised the heroes who stood up against the destruction, Mark couldn’t shake the suffocating guilt.

He had been a fool, hadn’t he?

The thought of choosing Eve over Y/N kept replaying in his head. The guilt gnawed at him, making him second-guess everything. He had made her feel like she was nothing. Like she wasn’t worth fighting for. Now, his variants—his mistakes—had only made things worse.

William was the first to call him out, his words cutting through Mark’s thoughts like a blade.

“Mark,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “You’re one of the strongest heroes out there! What the hell were you thinking? You could have saved them both!”

Mark didn’t have an answer. There was nothing he could say that would make it better. He just stood there, feeling like a failure. His mistakes echoed in the streets, in the people’s whispers, in the cold eyes that followed him wherever he went.

As the conversation drifted between him and William, Mark’s mind wandered to the public reaction. Some cheered the heroes who fought the variants. They praised the ones who had stood up to the chaos, but it was all just noise to Mark. They didn’t understand the internal struggle—the fact that he was the cause of it all. They didn’t understand the toll it had taken on him to make those decisions.

The city was rebuilding, but Mark’s world was falling apart. It wasn’t just the city, though. It was Y/N’s family. The thought of them hurt him, especially when he knew how deeply he had wronged them. He had been so wrapped up in his mistakes and his guilt, he hadn’t realized the depth of their pain.

The knock at the door came as a grim reminder.

Her brother answered, his eyes filled with anger. His gaze was sharp, accusing, like Mark had betrayed them all.

“You,” her brother spat, voice low and cold. “Never show your face around here again.”

The door slammed in Mark’s face, and for a long moment, Mark just stood there. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He didn’t deserve to. The guilt weighed him down so much it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

But he didn’t want to leave empty-handed. He had bought the roses, after all. Maybe it was a stupid gesture, but it was the least he could do.

With a sigh, he placed them carefully by the door. Then, without another word, Mark turned and walked away, feeling more alone than ever before.

The city didn’t need him right now. Not like this. Not when he was drowning in his own self-loathing.

He had failed her. Failed her family. And no matter how much he tried to make things right, he couldn’t erase the damage that had been done.

Mark walked away from the door, the weight of Y/N’s family’s rejection heavy on his shoulders. Every step felt like he was sinking deeper into his own failure. The roses lay abandoned by the door, the delicate petals a cruel reminder of what could have been, of the love he had thrown away without thinking.

He couldn’t go back. Not now. He had no right to.

As he walked through the empty streets, the bustling city around him felt hollow. People were moving on with their lives, going about their business, but all Mark could focus on was the hole inside him. The hole that had formed when he chose Eve over Y/N. The hole that seemed to widen with each passing day.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. He didn’t want to talk to anyone—not yet, not when he still didn’t have answers. Not when he was still trying to figure out how to fix everything he had broken.

Eventually, Mark found himself standing in front of a park, the soft glow of the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. He leaned against a nearby bench, staring into the distance, lost in thought.

Everything felt so much more complicated now. The weight of his actions, the consequences of choosing someone else over Y/N, were crashing down on him. He couldn’t take it back. He had hurt her. And now, even if he could find a way to win her back, how could he expect her to forgive him?

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and for a brief moment, he let himself relive the memory of her smile—the way her eyes would light up when she looked at him, the way her voice sounded when she laughed. It felt like a distant dream now, something that was slipping further away with each passing second.

He had screwed up. Badly.

His phone buzzed again, and this time, he didn’t ignore it. He pulled it out, staring at the screen for a long moment before he tapped the notification. It was from Eve.

Mark, we need to talk.

The words sent a chill through him. He hadn’t heard from her since everything went down with the variants, since he had made that choice. And now, she wanted to talk?

He wasn’t sure he was ready for that conversation—not when his mind was still consumed with guilt over Y/N, not when he felt like everything was falling apart around him. But he knew he couldn’t ignore it. Not if he wanted to keep some semblance of control over the situation.

With a sigh, Mark typed out a quick response.

I’m sorry. I don’t think I can talk right now. I need some time.

He hesitated before hitting send, but then he pressed the button, watching as the message disappeared into the digital ether.

He wasn’t ready for Eve. He wasn’t ready to face the mess he had made with her, especially when his heart was still broken over Y/N.

And yet, he knew the path he had taken would only continue to get harder. He could feel it. The consequences of his decisions were catching up to him.

He must to save her, he has to make it right.

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey, love you work, I was wondering if I could request a fic of the reader and Hotch being in a established relationship and its when Hotch passed out in the meeting room because of the stab wounds and its him asking the reader if she (or could be GN) was mad that in his dreams (not sure if it was really a dream) he saw Haley, and its the reader comforting him and telling him its ok. Also the reader panicking when he is taken to the hospital.

🫶🏻

Route 66 | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 1.1k | CW: Route 66, hospital, fainting, worry, anxiety, near death.

A/N: ANON!!!! I LOVE YOU! I've had the words Route 66 written in my notes app for so long, meaning to write something for that episode, but by sending in a request you kindly pushed that thought forward by softly "forcing" me to write it 💕💕

You sat across from where Hotch was standing, his hand resting on the back of the chair in front of him, almost leaning on it. The team had gathered to discuss the details of their newest case, but Hotch's expression was off. His usually steely focus seemed blurred, replaced with a distant look and a faint pallor, as though he were lost somewhere far away. You knit your eyebrows, concern building as you watched him. Maybe he’d caught something, you thought — or maybe it was pure exhaustion from the relentless stack of case files and paperwork to be filled out on his desk?

When he met your eyes, he offered a tight-lipped smile, one of those you’d come to recognize as his way of brushing off concern — He could tell what you were thinking just by looking at you. But something in that look made your worry deepen. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and his face seemed strained, his breathing slightly unsteady.

"She's been missing for over five hours, and we know how time-sensitive these cases are. The, uh… amber alert is expanding… every hour…" Hotch's voice wavered, the contrast to his usual commanding tone made your worry increase — you made a mental note to force him to take a break once back from the case. He paused mid-sentence, blinking as if trying to steady himself, but his words came slower, each one seemingly costing him more and more effort. "Excuse me," he managed to say before he turned away.

Before any of you could react, he swayed. And then, without warning, his body gave out, crumpling as he fell to the floor.

"Aaron?" you called, your heart jumping in your chest. You shot out of your chair, rushing to his side, barely processing Morgan’s panicked, “Hotch!” before your hands found his shoulders. He was so still, his skin frighteningly pale, and his breathing alarmingly faint.

“Someone call an ambulance!” Morgan’s voice boomed through the room, it was sharp, slicing through the stunned silence around the table.

In what felt like seconds, paramedics were there, loading him onto a stretcher. Everything moved in a blur, your gaze fixed on him, silently pleading for him to open his eyes, for some sign of life, some assurance that he’d be okay. You climbed into the ambulance beside him, not willing to let him out of your sight, clutching his hand as if that small connection might somehow anchor him to you.

The ride to the hospital felt agonizingly slow, each second echoing the sound of your pounding heartbeat. All you could think was that you should have known, should have done something. But then he was there, still and quiet, his hand cool in yours, and the weight of not knowing what was wrong gnawed at you.

One thing was certain: you weren’t getting on that jet tonight. Not without him.

The hours passed agonizingly slow in the sterile surroundings of the relative's room at the hospital. Hotch was still in surgery. Each minute stretched into what felt like hours, causing your worry to increase by the second. The slight mutter of doctors passing by and the rhythmic beeps of machines in the rooms around you faded into the background, leaving you with only the memory of Hotch collapsing, the sound of him hitting the ground, his pale almost ghostly face. The scene replayed in a cruel loop, each moment sharpening the feeling of helplessness in your chest.

You went over every second in your mind, searching for signs you might have missed, something that could tell you exactly what was going on. The tired look in his eyes, his faltering words, the way he’d gripped the chair to steady himself — all of it was unclear. The guilt gnawed at you, growing heavier as you waited — you should've known something was off. You wrapped your arms around yourself as if it could keep the memories, the what-ifs, from pressing in too close and consuming you too much.

Lost in thought, you barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until the doctor stood in front of you, his voice pulling you back into the present.

“He’s stable now, but very disoriented,” he said gently, and relief surged through you, so overwhelming that it took a moment to fully register. “He’s asking for you.”

You nodded, your body moving almost on instinct as you got up, every part of you focused on seeing him. Your pulse raced as you followed him down the corridor.

You found him slightly sitting up in the bed, he looked weak but alert, eyes softening when they found you. Relief flooded through you — and through him. The sight of him was almost enough to bring you to tears. You reached his bedside, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek.

“Hey, you,” you murmured, voice breaking as you blinked back tears despite your attempt to stay calm. “You scared me.”

He winced, managing a half-smile. “Sorry for that.”

You took a breath, about to tell him it was okay, that you were just glad he was alright, but he beat you to it, his gaze shifting down to the sheets as he spoke, almost as if he was ashamed.

“I… I need to tell you something. When I was out, I saw Haley.”

The words hung in the air between you. You brushed your thumb along his knuckles, urging him to continue.

“She was… there. It was like I was seeing her for the first time again. My life was playing on the big screen,” he murmured. “And I thought, for a second, maybe I was—” He broke off, searching your face. “I need to know… are you angry?”

The question stunned you. Anger? That was the last thing you felt. You leaned forward, cupping his face, thumb tracing the line of his cheek.

“I’m not angry. Haley will always be a part of you and your story,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “Losing her was… it was unimaginable. You loved her. And seeing her in that moment… maybe it’s what you needed to let go of some of the guilt you’ve been carrying since.”

His eyes softened, his hand lifting to cover yours, holding it close against his cheek. “You’re too good to me.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head with a smile. “I just love you.”

He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and you could feel the tension slowly melting away.

“I can’t imagine how it felt,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “But I know I don’t want to go back there. Not when I have you.”

You leaned in, feeling his breath warm against your skin. “Then focus on healing, Aaron. And let me be here for you.”

It was as if everything else fell away. The hospital, the case, the memory of Haley, even the thought of Jack on his way to the hospital with Jess — it all faded into the background, leaving only you and him, together.

[andy-15-07]

newly engaged couple actressxpaul do the puppy interview?

Puppies, Promises, and Pure Joy

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1177 | requests are open

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The Puppy Interview is one of the most beloved staples of celebrity culture. There’s something about seeing big-name stars cuddling with bundles of wiggly joy that makes even the most reserved fans swoon. So, when BuzzFeed announced that newly engaged couple Y/N, the rising star actress, and Paul Mescal, the award-winning Irish actor, would be participating in the segment, social media went into a frenzy.

The scene opens in a cozy studio, soft ambient lighting casting a golden hue over the carpeted floor. A large white playpen dominates the space, adorned with toys, blankets, and bowls of treats. Off-camera, faint yips and barks echo—the stars of the show are ready.

Y/N and Paul sit side by side on the floor, leaning against a fluffy couch. She’s dressed casually in an oversized sweater and jeans, her engagement ring catching the light as she tucks her hair behind her ear. Paul, in a simple t-shirt and joggers, radiates his usual easygoing charm, though he’s clearly excited. Both are grinning like kids on Christmas morning.

“Right, let’s get started,” Paul says with a laugh, clapping his hands together as the first batch of puppies is released.

A litter of golden retriever puppies bounds into the room, tails wagging furiously. The couple’s faces light up as the puppies swarm them, tumbling over each other in their excitement.

“Oh my God, look at them!” Y/N exclaims, scooping up a particularly tiny pup with floppy ears. “You are so small! How are you even real?”

Paul laughs as a more adventurous puppy climbs onto his lap, gnawing on the drawstring of his joggers. “This one’s already causing trouble. You’d fit right in at my family’s house,” he quips, scratching behind the puppy’s ears.

The interviewer, speaking from off-camera, begins with a warm greeting. “Welcome, Y/N and Paul! How does it feel to be surrounded by this much cuteness?”

“Overwhelming,” Y/N replies, her voice soft as she cuddles her puppy closer. “But in the best way. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

Paul nods in agreement, holding up the puppy on his lap so they’re eye level. “I mean, look at this face. How could you not feel pure joy?”

The interviewer chuckles. “We’ve got some fan-submitted questions for you two. Let’s dive in. First up: What’s the best part about being engaged?”

Y/N and Paul exchange a quick glance, their connection palpable. Y/N speaks first. “I think for me, it’s just knowing that we’re building something together. Like, we’ve always been a team, but this feels like… the next chapter, you know?”

Paul nods, his expression softening. “Yeah, it’s like this little promise we’ve made to each other. It’s not about the ring or the labels; it’s about choosing each other every day. Also, she’s already started calling me her fiancé in random conversations, and it’s…” He pauses, grinning. “It’s the best thing ever.”

Y/N laughs, nudging him playfully. “Don’t make me cry. There are puppies here, Paul.”

The next question comes as Y/N tries to stop a particularly wriggly puppy from climbing onto her shoulder. “If you could describe each other in three words, what would they be?”

Paul leans back, pretending to think deeply. “Okay, for Y/N… I’d say passionate, hilarious, and… luminous.”

Y/N freezes, clearly touched. “Luminous? That’s such a good word.”

“It’s true,” Paul says earnestly. “You light up every room you walk into.”

“Stop it,” Y/N whispers, hiding her face behind the puppy in her arms. “Your turn.”

She takes a moment, her gaze soft as she looks at him. “Grounded, kind, and… soulful.”

Paul raises an eyebrow. “Soulful?”

“Yeah,” she says with a small shrug. “You feel things deeply, and it shows in everything you do—your acting, the way you treat people. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

For a moment, they’re lost in each other’s eyes, the puppies around them forgotten. The interviewer clears their throat, breaking the spell.

“All right, next question: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve learned about each other since living together?”

Y/N bursts out laughing. “Oh, I have so many answers to this.”

“Be nice,” Paul warns, though he’s grinning.

“Okay, okay,” she says, holding up a hand. “Paul has this… very specific way of making tea. He’ll boil the water, pour it into the mug, then immediately pour it out and boil fresh water again because he swears the first batch isn’t hot enough.”

Paul laughs, shaking his head. “It’s called precision, Y/N.”

“It’s called madness,” she teases. “But I love you for it.”

Paul grins, then retaliates. “Well, Y/N has this habit of talking to inanimate objects. Like, if she bumps into a chair, she’ll apologize to it. Or she’ll thank the fridge for keeping the milk cold.”

“That’s called being polite,” Y/N says, feigning indignation. “You should try it sometime.”

They’re interrupted by a tiny yelp as one of the puppies tumbles into Paul’s lap. He immediately picks it up, cradling it like a baby. “You okay, little one? You’re stealing the show here.”

The interview continues with more fan questions, ranging from their go-to karaoke songs (“Toxic” by Britney Spears for Y/N, and “Dreams” by The Cranberries for Paul) to their guilty pleasures (“Cheesy reality TV,” they both admit simultaneously, laughing).

As the session wraps up, the interviewer asks one final question. “If you could give one piece of advice to your younger selves, what would it be?”

Y/N’s expression turns thoughtful. “I’d tell her that it’s okay to take risks, even if they’re scary. And that the right people will love you for exactly who you are.”

Paul nods, his gaze steady. “I’d say something similar. I’d tell him to trust himself more and not to be afraid of failing. Every mistake leads you to where you’re meant to be.”

Just as they think the interview is over, the puppies—now more comfortable and mischievous—cause a delightful chaos. One puppy manages to steal Paul’s sock, prompting a playful chase around the playpen. Y/N, laughing uncontrollably, tries to wrangle two others that have decided her hair is the best chew toy.

“This is a disaster,” Paul says breathlessly, finally retrieving his sock.

“This is heaven,” Y/N counters, sitting cross-legged with two puppies curled up in her lap.

As the crew steps in to gather the puppies, the couple’s reluctance is palpable. “Can we adopt all of them?” Y/N asks, only half-joking.

Paul wraps an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s start with one and see how we manage.”

The interviewer, sensing the perfect closing shot, asks, “Any final words for your fans watching?”

Y/N smiles warmly. “Thank you for all the love and support. And if you ever get the chance to be in a room full of puppies, do it. It’s life-changing.”

Paul adds, “And adopt, don’t shop. These little guys deserve all the love in the world.”

As the couple waves goodbye to the camera, their hands intertwined, the internet collectively swoons. The Puppy Interview has once again proven to be a heart-melting success, but this one might just be the most adorable yet.

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere!dc: goddess! darling

ⁱⁿᶠᵒ ᵃᵇᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ۫ ꣑ৎ

darling is a god from another world who just so happens to immigrate into the dc universe after a very long time of probably embodying... well, everything.

firstly having to live for love as a human, and then ending it all to fight for the beauty of life as god.

she is the reason for existence, from the big to the miniscule.

(so basically op goddess reader who has wayyyy too much power in their hands-- ex: nothing can kill them, nothing can put an end to them, etc--)

the least you could do is seal away her powers, but even that would truly not be enough because your only sealing away 0.000000000000001%. (i mean that 💀)

*cough* anyway... aside from goddess reader backstory, lets go to the inspiration <33

she's a mix of Madokami from Puella Magi, HoF Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact, and mostly of Ishtar Ashtart/Space Ishtar from Fate Grand Order <3

originally kind and lighthearted after becoming 'God', but as time passes and stars dimmed, she has become... well... neutral. not good, but DEFINITELY not bad. like this!

"let me help you :)" to "...From the dawn of creation. Man has come from the ground not by his hand but mine. go back to the land and return to dust."

summary: lawful, void, alien... yet beautiful, destructive, human.

sooooo. yup.

:p

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ۫ ꣑ৎ

...she has met the justice league before. because, who in their right minds would ignore the giant falling 'star' that came out of a very visible tear in the sky caused by said celestial body???

dramatically crashing down the surface like a meteorite, you lowkey may have destroyed a 'few' buildings... whoopsies :p

they are surprised. this... girl, no- alien, exudes endless quantity of power, leaking from every blurred pore. it also seems like they might be power themselves...

batman goes bazingas at the amount of destruction caused by your fall leading to an airheaded you getting towed to the JL headquarters and any sort of refusal or fighting back is unallowed. (even tho your more than capable of destroying anything AND everything you still oblige)

though cool as ice, you are so confused deep down. head tilted, vacant expression, the usual from the emotionally detached goddess albeit with a little change. 'what are these humans talking about?' you think, 'what threat?' you think again, unaware that you are the threat being spoken of.

the white slits of the vigilante's mask narrows at your disposition. everything about you seems... off. from your oppressing aura, to the... heavenly allure your blankness brings.

"more alien than the actual alien," a familiar scarlet speedster jokes, in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood. (he failed horribly btw) said alien rolls their eyes and sighs. though he has to admit, you lowkey look kind of cute... but he stops, remembering lois.

once you say your side of the story, they go all shocked pikachu faces again. your a god from another seperate world??? i mean dont get them wrong though, they had their fair share of situations like these, as some dc villains and heroes they know arent even from here originally. but they cant help but feel a bit different about you, something about you makes their soul writhe... and its not in a bad way.

so once B confirms your not a threat despite your extreme potential to act like one, everybody is relieved. you just need a littleeeeeee supervision, thats all :3

and oh look at that, your actually not that bad. your cold demeanor fades once they got to know you, and that void in your eyes is filled with a light comparable to the twilight star's soothing glow— pure, tranquil, and ever so mystifying.

every step you take, life seems to exist and flourish all around you. life heals around you. not only that, but also... them. the dead part of them actually, that died from complications now too complicated to be retold and remembered.

you fill the void they never knew they had, and all their aching scars were no longer painful but tolerable. bearable even, and its all because of you.

at this point, everybody knows how this all plays out. this ordinary tune, twisted into a fanatic's song.

their once innocent admiration has now spoiled into something darker, the more you stay in this world. holy eyes peeked at it, not at them but at the abyss that is their 'love.'

...you were starting to get aware. and a rarity occurred, you were... 'saddened'. for eternities you lived alone, and in an attempt to reconnect with that sliver of humanity you hid and kept, you went here to feel something again. and you did, and you were so successful.

too successful, in fact.

they loved you; so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo much. without you, they would die! :(

and that, in your eyes, is what makes you 'sad'. if your presence drives your beloved mortals to insanity's grip, then you must fly.

fly away from this despair, fly away from this madness.

your 'love' is your undoing, and ultimately also theirs.

their eyes widen as the sky is torn once again, and a familiar star flies back into it, meaning that you--- left. left? left. left? left... left.

something inside them breaks. both hearts any sense of rationality and morality left.

there is no reason to exist without you it seems, and they will do everything just to see you once more, even a second's glimpse.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

...you can't help but feel something you havent felt for a very long time. what was it again, sadness? anxiety? fear? you dont know. the endless rows of your ivory silks flutter even in the slightest movement. something tugs at you, your mind and heart. something tugs at you, telling... that it is far from over.

they call for you, their cries drowned in obsession masquerading as love.

you never answer, as your supposed concern and care for them lessens and your patience dwindles. reality is cruel, but never crueler than you. and that's when you realized it.

...they make your skin crawl. they make you want to vomit. they make you want to scream and cry. they make your ichor run cold. and if they touch you again, you'll--

...huh. who would have thought that was how you truly felt, goddess.

[spiderb00bs]

- SHOW TIME

Sabrina Carpenter x (g!p) reader

“you loved your popstar girlfriend, but sometimes things got a bit out of control"

Genre – smut 18+ MDNI     Warnings – p in v, oral (s!receiving)

(request) 

Now playing – Jealous, by Nick Jonas

“'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful, and everybody wants a taste. That's why, I still get jealous"

you were proud of your girlfriend, your chest burned with pride every time you saw her perform on stage. You and Sabrina had been friends since your Disney days, you'd been through a lot together and you'd lived through it all without ever separating. When the two of you realized you were in love, it was natural, almost as if you'd been dating your whole lives, and even though you'd known the girl forever, it would be an understatement to say that some things haven't changed in recent years.

Sabrina was now recognized worldwide, her work crossed barriers and that made you feel very proud of her. You always knew your girlfriend was sexy and charming on her own, and when she brought that to the stage, everyone loved it. The confident, empowered aura she exuded left everyone wanting more, the fans screaming for her, their chests about to explode. And that's exactly how you were right now, at the door of your girlfriend's dressing room, with your chest about to explode, building up the courage to go in.

Unlike the fans, your chest was heavy for another reason: jealousy.

You knew that the blonde always did things like this on stage, it never bothered you, it was never a problem for you. After all, you knew that Sabrina was extremely professional, and she loved you and would never do anything to disrespect you. So why did your chest burn so much when you saw that performance?

You knew nothing had happened, you knew Sabrina would never be disrespectful, you knew she was just acting, and you knew that was just the dancer's job, to act cool and flash for the camera. Heck, you remember going to rehearsals and laughing about how Sabrina's dancer was a little nervous in your presence, you remember reassuring him and your girlfriend about how you felt about the performance, you remember Sabrina asking if everything was okay with you.

Why on earth are you feeling so jealous now?

Mustering up the courage, you opened the door to your girlfriend's dressing room, watching her look for you in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. "Hey, baby!"

Coming towards you, Sabrina threw herself into your arms, taking you by surprise and knocking you onto the sofa. Her hands were on your chest as she giggled and looked for a way to stand up slightly.

"Hi, brina." That's all you said.

Sabrina looked at you suspiciously, the excited smile on her face fading slightly as a confused expression formed. Her hips moved as she sat on you, looking at you and possibly trying to decipher why you didn't seem as excited as she was.

"What happened?" The blue-eyed woman asked, making you look away from her.

"Nothing, I was just a bit surprised by the sudden attack." You tried to joke, giving a little laugh that turned into an awkward cough when you saw that Sabrina didn't believe you.

"I know when you're lying." Holding onto the blonde's hips, you let your hands run down her body.

"I'm not lying." Sabrina stared at you one last time, narrowing her eyes before leaning in and taking your lips in hers.

The kiss was soft, and you could taste the watermelon gloss she had applied earlier. Your hands moved up, squeezing her waist before moving down to rest comfortably on her ass. Sabrina gasped when she felt your cock start to grow inside your pants, rolling over, she broke the kiss when an involuntary moan came from her lips.

"You know, seeing you on stage made me a little mad." You began, finding the clasp of the bra she was wearing and unbuttoning it. "Seeing that man wink at me, as if you were his. You're mine!"

Feeling you spread kisses over her breasts, Sabrina moaned, struggling to form a sentence with all the new information you'd given her.

"Are you jealous, baby?" The blonde's smile soon crumbled into a sly moan as she felt you suck on her exposed nipple. Reaching out, Sabrina grabbed your hair, pushing you even closer to her - if that was possible.

"I'll show you who you belong to." Unzipping the corset she was wearing, you threw the garment on the floor, knowing you'd probably get a scolding from your girlfriend's stylists.

"Make me yours, babe. Show me how much you love me."

Sabrina's words sounded like a soccer cheer for a player, falling on your ears like an incredible melody, which only increased your hunger. Placing the blonde on the sofa, you took off the only piece of clothing that was blocking what you wanted most. The red stockings were still tightly hugging her legs, but you thought she looked so sexy in them that you didn't want to take them off.

Kneeling down, you smiled at the state of your girlfriend, panting and whimpering desperately for you. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet."

"All for you, baby. Grabbing your hair, Sabrina guided you to where she needed you most. "Make me feel good, please."

Without a second's warning, you plunged in, licking up your girlfriend's juices as if it were the only source of water in the desert. Her taste was wonderful, and you moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations to Sabrina. The blonde moaned arching her back, her thighs were trembling in your hands, and she still held your head like a lifeline.

Feeling her liquid drip down your chin, you stood up, moving up your girlfriend's body and kissing her lips passionately. Sabrina could taste her on your lips, moaning when the taste hit her tongue.

"Baby, I need more." The blonde grabbed your face. Her nails were lightly digging into your cheeks, and you could see her desperation shining in her eyes.

"Tell me who you belong to." Undoing your belt, you pulled down your pants. Sabrina could see how hard you were and she moaned when you finally pulled your cock out of your underwear.

"I'm yours, baby. I always have been." Her hands reached for your neck, making you look up at her.

Sabrina's eyes exuded love, she meant exactly what she was saying. You placed your lips on hers, kissing her with love and passion. Her lips fit yours perfectly. Without Sabrina realizing it, you slid into her, the blonde gasping into the kiss as soon as she felt you fully.

Breaking away from the kiss, you brought your forehead together with Sabrina's, gazing into her eyes as you let the sensations take over. Your moans filled the room, and you were slightly worried that someone might hear you.

"Baby, we have to be quieter, okay?!" You saw Sabrina nod, but she contradicted herself as soon as you accelerated your thrusts.

Sabrina's loud moans continued to ring through the room, and you had to bring your hand up to her mouth so you wouldn't get caught. Feeling the blonde tremble beneath you, you knew she was going to come again. You made a point of going faster and deeper, while kissing your girlfriend's neck and breasts.

Sabrina's attempts to speak were muffled by your hand, and you could see the desperation in her eyes. "I know baby, come for me."

Without needing a second command, the blonde rolled her eyes so hard that for a minute you doubted they would ever return to normal. Sabrina's body seemed to combust, and her grip around you made you cum along with her.

Both of your breaths were ragged, and you finally felt your muscles relax. Removing your hand from Sabrina's mouth, you lay on her chest, the blue-eyed woman's hands going straight to your hair, her caress and nails scratching your scalp making you close your eyes momentarily.

"I love you, baby. You're the only girl in my life." Kissing your head, Sabrina felt you sigh. "Forever."

Lifting your head from her chest, you smiled, kissing Sabrina's lips. "And I'm yours, baby. I love you."

The smile on Sabrina's face made your heart warm, you knew you would never let her go.

"You know we're going to get a scolding from the whole team, don't you?!"

It hasn't been reviewed, but I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I also hope you're all doing well. This is for everyone who was asking me for more from Sabrina.

Actually, I think this has been the top three most requested in recent weeks;

Jenna

Sabrina

Ella

you guys are really something.

drink water and stay safe,

xoxo, spider.