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thesuperheroeater · 2 years

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A Dream-Like Meal

(Request by @swwith18more)

Star-lord puts his headphones on, playing his favorite 80's music as he had just taken a shower. He walks by the common room of the ship, only wearing a shirt and a black shorts. He sees a sleepy god of Thunder. The two of them were sent on mission together while the rest of the Guardians went to another mission. Teaming up with such a handsome man that's challenging his authority, irritates Quill more than anything, even more if the said man is so drunk that he's sleeping like a bear. The snoring sounds the man could make while sleeping, unbelievable. It resonates through the whole ship, making the brunet unable to close his eyes for a nap.

Curiously, and because he has nothing better to do, Peter comes closer to the couch where Thor's resting. The man was shirtless, wearing only his pants as his boots on the couch. He slept with his mouth wide open with some drool sliding down his cheek, Peter rolled his eyes at the sight of it. Thor slept with an arm above his head revealing his hairy armpits. His other arms laid on his stomach, as if he just had a filling meal. He was also sweating from all the mead he drank, which made his muscles shine even more. Quill couldn't help but keep looking at them.

Thor does have nice muscles, he really has the body of a god, Star-lord had to admit it. Peter couldn't help himself and had to touch them. Which he did. He blushed when touching the biceps. They were as tough as steel, but also very soft. Quill keeps looking at the physique of the god and hesitates touching his pecs, it would be very awkward if the man suddenly wakes up, he has a reputation after all. But another snore from the god proves to him that the man won't wake up so soon.

He takes his headphones off, putting them around his neck and starts touching those huge pecs. Quill smiled at the contact and didn't hesitate to touch the abs too. Suddenly the sleeping man leaves a big belch. Peter was surprised by it, it was unexpected, but the man was still deep asleep, it's the most important. Peter gave out a sigh as he was relieved. But he was quickly disgusted by the smell of that belch. ''Ew, God, what did he eat? A dead corpse?'' He then heard some gurgles coming from the other man's stomach. He got curious and put his hand on the said stomach, he could feel the gurgles vibrate through the belly. He laughed at it. Another gurgles made himself heard, resonating through the whole ship. Peter noticed also more drool sliding down Thor's cheek. The man must be really hungry, he thinks. But then, he also saw the god smiling in his sleep. Quill couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it. Even in his dreams the man is eating. How the blond could have such a nice body while eating like a pig, would still remain a mystery to Peter.

But enough joking for now, they're still on a mission after all. Peter decided to go back to his room, but was surprised as a firm grip held his arm. Star-lord quickly started to panic. He wasn't awake right? But as he looked at him, he saw the man was still asleep. Peter was relieved. He tries to free his arm, but he quickly discovers it's impossible. ''Realy? How? You're sleeping, man.'' Peter thought out loud. As he still tries to overpower a sleeping god, he soon will get into a more awkward situation. Thor, who was still sleeping, held Peter on both sides, shoving him on himself. Peter's face is getting abnormally red as it finds itself between Thor's huge pecs. This is getting really awkward. He tries to free himself, but he then hears some noises from the man he is laying on. He lifted his head and saw Thor still sleeping but with a huge gaping mouth. Peter's eyes got wide open. ''No-!'' as he desperately tried to get free, he felt some drool falling on his face. And in a matter of seconds found himself in complete darkness…

''Dude, Wake up! You swallowing me!'' But the sleeping man answered with a moan. He followed with another wide bite and got the shoulders of his prey inside as well. The more Quill is sliding down the god's throat, the more he starts to panic. He desperately tries to get free, struggling the best he could, but despite sleeping like a bear, Thor's grip was stronger.

Thor was drooling even more around his snack, and with another slobbery bite he gets Peter's pecs inside followed by his abs. He soon let his prey go, and lifted his head, making his meal sliding down much faster. The guardians' ass gets past Thor's lips, which makes him moan loudly that resonates throughout the slimy walls of his intestines.

Peter inside is squeezed between the slimy walls that are pressing his bones onto each other, making it hard for him to breathe. When his head makes it through the acid filled stomach, Quill gets disgusted by the smell. It smelled horribly, as if someone had died inside. Peter couldn't stand the smell. What did Thor eat on that other planet?

The more time passes, the more of Star-lord is sliding down Thor's throat, inflating the man's belly more and more. Peter's huge ass as well as his thick thighs made the god moan even more as they slid past his lips, savoring their taste. Finally Thor takes another huge bite around Peter's sock feet, closing his mouth just behind those.

''bbBBBuu-uuUURRRrrppPPPPP!!''

Star-lord lands into the acid pool, where he will suffer the whole process of digestion. Peter thrashes from all sides, desperately trying to get free, insulting Thor along the way. ''You stupid pig, let me out!!'' But the other man is still snoring like a bear, nothing will be able to wake him up. Looks like Peter is doomed.

Quill's irritation soon changes into panic as he feels his bones breaking as he gets squeezed even more and his flesh melting from the rising gastric acids. ''Please, Thor let me out! You are digesting me! Please, it hurt!'' As he punches against the walls, trying to wake up the sleeping man. But all those struggles led to another belch coming from Thor.

''Bbb–bbuuuUUUuRrrRPPpp!!''

Quill panicked even more at the vibration of that belch. He is going to wake up, right? He's not going to digest him? But eventually the acid ends up disintegrating even more of Peter's flesh and bones. He couldn't even breathe anymore as his body got compressed. And inevitably he loses consciousness and lets the darkness take over, closing his eyes forever

Later that day, Thor wakes up with a mighty jawn. Stretching his arms as he rapidly puts a fist against his chest as he needs to release a belch.

''bbBBBBBBBBBBUUUUuuuuUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPpp!!!''

With this huge belch some pieces of headphones land onto the couch along with something electronic, which Thor quickly identifies as Peter's Walkman which never leaves alone. Thor doesn't understand as he puts his hand on his rock hard abs, but he soon makes the link between the two. ''Quill?'' Thor asked as he understood what happened. He had completely swallowed and digested Peter! This, actually, made him smile. Not that he wasn't sad, he was, just not for the right reason. ''I'm really sorry Peter Quill. I would've preferred to swallow you whole, while I was conscious. But at least you filled me quite well.'' He said accompanied with a slap on his belly. As he stood up a gurgle made itself heard followed by a huge fart.

''ppppffffFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT!!"

''Haha-, looks like I need to release you, Lord of Stars.'' He said with a joyous smile on his face. He was heading to the restroom, when he had a thought. ''Why go to the restroom, when we're all alone on this ship? Ain't I right my friend?'' He said with a laugh followed by him taking off his pants and underwear and getting into a squat position. He flexes hard his anal muscles, pushing hard to get the log of shit out. ''Looks like you don't want to leave my godly body Peter, I understand, but I'm afraid I can't keep you with me.'' He pushed harder until finally the bone filled log showed up. And eventually with some extra flexes, the huge stinky log lands on the ground. Followed by another one this time accompanied with the remains of the digested skull visible in it. Eventually, 4 logs later, Thor moans and lets go one last big bones-filled log making it fall on the other ones. ''You sure made a huge mess, my friend, I've never shitted this much.'' The thunder god says as he turns around to admire the huge pile of shit he released in the middle of the ship. He gave his ass a big slap and went back to live his life as if he hadn't digested a complete human being and shitted his remains back out. Poor Peter Quill, at least he will be remembered as extra layers of those muscles he admired so much…

#Marvel Vore #Thor Vore #Star-lord Vore #Oral Vore #Unwilling #Unconsious Pred #Digestion #Disposal #Bones

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belmottetower · 1 year

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3.09 - Captains and Vice-Captains

This is a part of my Subjectify Media conversation review that I wanted to share as straight-up meta, because it's something I keep thinking about regarding the banter between Sam and Jamie about the armband. It occurred to me that people might not know how vice-captains work in football teams, so here's me forcing football logic onto a throwaway moment to make it work in a way that means Sam and Jamie don't both feel OOC here.

‘Ted Lasso’ season 3, episode 9 in conversation: Second-best way it could’ve gone

Natalie: I have heaps of thoughts about the Roy and Isaac relationship and captain inheritance and how maybe Roy didn’t particularly think through his choice originally, but is able to help Isaac with shit he knows about himself that he’d love to break the cycle with for Isaac. Isaac picking Sam to take over while he’s banned is a choice with much less liability, and we knew Sam would become captain at some point this season from the trailer. And I think it’s a good choice but unfortunately they saw fit to include a moment about this that I HATED and don’t understand at all, and I think I’m like one of five people that hated it, which is that banter between Sam and Jamie about the captain’s band. I love their friendship and I’d love Sam teasing Jamie in any other moment. I think they’re amazing. But I think this scene did both Sam and Jamie dirty. You initially liked it on your watch, so try and talk me out of this.

Megan: So I think with this, in the moment I enjoyed it because Sam’s reaction, flipping Jamie off, startled a laugh out of me in a tense moment, and also Sam looked So. Freaking. Cute. Then speaking to you afterwards I did agree with what it was saying about Jamie in particular being quite off. It’s a tough one because okay… Going deep into football logistics, the way it works is you don’t just pick a random player to take over as captain. There is a hierarchy and there are usually people who are the named vice captains. Sometimes the manager makes these choices, or, more rarely, the players vote – Man City is a team that votes – but there is generally a “captain group.” For West Ham, for example, Mark Noble was captain for years, and Declan Rice was the main vice captain and often wore the armband because he started more often than Noble did. When Noble retired, Dec became captain and the manager, David Moyes, selected three vice captains to support him in the various duties – Aaron Cresswell, Angelo Ogbonna and Lukasz Fabianski.

So within football realism, it is extremely reasonable that Jamie and Sam are both already Richmond’s selected vice captains, and with that in mind yes, Isaac gives it to Sam, but I don’t think he did that out of like specifically choosing Sam over Jamie, right? I think it was just geography based – Sam was next to him, he would have been the easiest to shove the band at, rather than Jamie.

So my good faith interpretation, that works for their characters in my head is that Sam physically got the band due to proximity, but maybe Jamie, an established vice captain is thinking – and I think, quite fairly – “You know what, we’re a goal down, we’ve lost a player, I might be the best person tactically in this situation to wear the band and captain us through this situation where we are going to have to Total Football the shit out of the rest of this match.” So this was Jamie broaching the topic, and then Sam responding in a light-hearted way to kind of break the tension of the room, but also him thinking “No you know what, I think I’d be a good person in this situation to keep heads calm, and also argue the ref down from any later cards, so we don’t risk losing any other players.”

And I am putting a LOT of thought behind how that very short moment, clearly played for laughs, could be interpreted to make it work for the characters, because the alternative is that Jamie was having a big ego moment and wanting the captain band that he had not been honoured with, and Sam was apparently so unaffected by Isaac’s angst that he’s being a little shit two seconds later. And neither of those sit quite right with me.

Natalie: Yeah but you’re aware that the last sentence, the alternative, is how it played to 99.99% of people who are not logistically thinking about the reality of clubs having an existing captain pool, right? Which, really, maybe we should have seen before, because it isn’t as if Isaac has played every single minute of every single match since Roy gave him the armband. When Isaac gets subbed off, for any reason – fitness, a yellow card meaning they don’t want to risk a red, anything at all – he would have to pass the band to someone on the pitch. This is why they have vice captains and we see this in the season 1 finale with Roy. Isaac starts the match as the substitute captain, Roy gets the band back when he starts the second half, then he passes it back to Isaac when he limps off. This is a thing. There have to be people the band goes to when the captain comes off the pitch before the match ends.

And Sam and Jamie both being vice captains absolutely makes sense logically, but this is not how the joke is played, and as you admit, you’re forcing this idea into your reading, and making your reading more realistic than Ted Lasso actually is, because the alternative is a moment that kind of truly sucks for both Sam and Jamie, but sadly, I think that alternative is absolutely what the show meant. This is their way of saying “Hahahahah! Remember, Jamie is still full of himself and is disrespecting Isaac’s clear choice and Sam’s power as a team leader, and he’s presumptively trying to put himself above Sam. Because he’s a prick, remember?” And also saying “Hahaha! Sam, in this moment, is able to recover so much from Isaac’s clear distress that he’s keen to mock and tease his friend for his ridiculous ego, and in doing so, giving the audience the message that hahahaha, how silly it is to think that Jamie would ever be captain!”

It is, boiled down, banter that says Jamie’s an inflated egomaniac who is inappropriately trying to take something from his friend that was very purposely given to him, and Sam’s response both makes a mockery of the idea that Jamie could be a valid captain choice and shows that he isn’t very affected by Isaac’s big emotional moment, if he’s able to be so playful. It makes each of them look like arseholes in a way I found totally out of character for both of them. There are a million other ways to have had Sam tease Jamie about his ego, so many other moments where we could have seen this energy. But because Ted Lasso has never taken pains to establish the captain system, and because Isaac didn’t throw the band down in the centre for them to fight over, Isaac selecting Sam and then Jamie being like, “No, me actually,” and then Sam being like, “LOL, as if it’s you?” I hated it IMMEDIATELY. And I’m sad about not enjoying it. It’s not like I’m trying to take these things in bad faith, but it genuinely just felt very wrong to me. And this is what I was referring to when I said I didn’t like the way they burst the tension bubble on the Isaac outburst. It is meant to be a “letting the air out” moment, but for me it was really not fun.

Megan: Absolutely. Like I said I didn’t have the immediate hatred, because it broke me out of the tension and because of Toheeb Jimoh’s face. But once you pointed this out, it did sit really bad with me, and that’s why I had to, as you say, force this reading into working for me, to contradict that. So yeah, look, I’m with you on what it means for the characterisation, and I really hope we get a moment of Jamie wearing the armband down the line more organically. He’s earned it.

Natalie: It’s not even that I think he should have had it here instead of Sam, to be clear!

Megan: Oh yeah, I get it, it’s just the way they had the interaction play out.

Natalie: I just don’t think it’s outlandish to think he’s a candidate and this treated him it was. Also his disrespect of Isaac’s obvious choice, because he had intentionally handed it to Sam. It was just a mess for me. And there are so many other ways we could have got Sam teasing Jamie about being bigheaded, but for Sam to be playful and competitive in this moment rather than, you know, serious and worried. So weird to me. And everyone I’ve talked to who saw the episode loved it, LOL.

‘Ted Lasso’ season 3, episode 9 in conversation: Second-best way it could’ve gone

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #jamie tartt #roy kent #isaac mcadoo

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turtlethon · 2 years

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“Mr. Nice Guy”

Season 6, Episode 15 First US Airdate: December 19, 1992

A ray gun accident alters Raphael’s personality.

“Mr. Nice Guy” is the penultimate episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles season six. This is the only story in the series contributed by the team of Steve Granat and Cydne Clark.

Leonardo prepares a birthday cake for Raphael’s surprise birthday party, to be held the following day. Michaelangelo soon arrives, showing Leo and Donnie his gift: a pair of ferocious goldfish. After the furious pets devour a slice of pizza, Donatello identifies them as actually being Siamese fighting fish.

The impending arrival of Raphael leads the other Turtles to hurriedly conceal the birthday cake in a nearby cupboard. Raph is grouchier than usual as he performs laundry duty, unwittingly dropping a basket of clothes in the cupboard on top of the cake. After he stomps off to find the iron, the other Turtles lament his sour attitude whenever his birthday comes around, with Michaelangelo suggesting that Donatello use an invention to change his demeanour. Donnie refuses, bringing up the time that Leonardo’s personality was lightened up by a ray gun that he had designed.

At Channel 6, Burne tasks April with investigating why crime is on the increase in the city. After it’s pointed out to him that crime is declining, he reminds her not to confuse the issue with the facts, setting her on her way. A short time later, April happens to see two hoodlums breaking into one of the station’s news vans; she pursues the crooks on motorbike.

Raphael continues to grumble as he searches through a cupboard for the iron, mistakenly plugging what he thinks is its cable into the power socket. This turns out to be the power cord for Donatello’s mood ray, which activates when Raph’s back is turned, hitting him with a beam of energy as he irons. The other Turtles are stunned when he joins them in the kitchen moments later and is uncharacteristically chipper.

As the punks from earlier drive the news van through the front window of the Crosstown Bank and carry out a robbery, the Turtles are on their way to get pizza, hampered by Raphael’s insistence on stopping to carry out acts of kindness for everyone he sees. The team spot the robbery unfolding and head in to confront the criminals, with Raphael covering the back of the building. Our heroes are unable to progress as the vault doors are closed on them, and the men escape in the van. Raphael is waiting for them, but in keeping with his new personality, is so eager to be helpful that he instead offers up bags of money and kindly waves them goodbye. April arrives on the scene and joins the other Turtles as they meet up with Raphael: when pressed as to why he let the bad guys go, he explains that he’s “just spreading a little niceness... the world could use more of it.”

Act two opens with Leonardo asking Raphael to lose the nice guy schtick. Raph responds by feigning a tough demeanour momentarily, before offering milk and cookies to the team. Later, the Turtles are seen emerging from Vinnie’s, discussing how good the liver and bubblegum pizza was - I think the show’s roster of writers are in competition to see who can come up with the most disgusting topping combinations – when the news van passes by. The Turtles board a nearby sightseeing bus and, after explaining the situation, ask the driver to give chase.

The robbers head to a drive-in movie theatre, where “INVASION OF THE TURTLE OIDS” [sic] is playing. They’re eventually forced to lose the van and escape on foot, pursued by the Turtles through the drive-in. As Raphael breaks off to console a crying boy whose popcorn was knocked to the ground by the robbers, the other Turtles confront the men in front of the screen playing the Turtleoids movie for the paying crowd. Despite opening fire with laser weapons, the punks are swiftly defeated by our heroes, drawing the approval of the assembled cinemagoers. It’s only after the battle is over that the Turtles realise Raphael is now pre-occupied with gifting buckets of popcorn to the cinema’s patrons.

We skip forward as it’s explained April aided the Turtles in dropping off the crooks with the police and returning the money to the bank. As the group travel in the now-battered news van, they spot a billboard for the psychiatric services of Dr. Otto von Shrink, determining this may be the solution to Raphael’s personality problem.

Later, Raphael is seen visiting the Von Shrink Institute of Mental Health. He’s greeted in the futuristic complex by X12, a Johnny 5-like robot in a lab coat. Raph is shown around the facilities and watches the Institute’s innovations, such as shock therapy (a robot wearing a spooky mask scaring someone) and assertiveness training (a mild-mannered man is seen walking underneath a curtain and emerges following a flash of light, snarling with rage).

Raphael’s visit culminates in him meeting Otto von Shrink, a Dr. Wily-esque figure who sounds like Howard Cosell. Von Shrink places a headset on Raphael that recalls the events leading to his personality change: this is displayed on-screen from the perspective of someone watching Raph the same way we as viewers did when the incident unfolded, despite this making zero sense. Now von Shrink is aware of the existence of the personality-altering ray gun, he tasks Raphael with bringing him the invention so that he can study it further. After the Turtle leaves, the psychiatrist confides to X12 that he plans to use the device to get his revenge on the psychiatric community for shunning him as a quack.

Act three opens with Donatello tripping over the cord for the still-plugged-in personality modifier, which somehow is now nowhere near the cupboard it was stored in when it hit Raphael. It activates again, the Siamese fighting fish getting hit by its ray and becoming docile as a result. As Donnie heads to the living room to explain what must have happened, Raphael is seen wandering away with the device as per the instructions given to him.

Von Shrink performs modifications to the personality ray to make it fully portable, outlining to Raphael how he intends to use it to walk over any authority figure that stands in the way of his reign of terror; when Raph points out that it makes no sense to reveal this to him as a crime fighter, von Shrink responds that he’s “too nice to do anything about it”. This all goes as planned, with X12 seen carrying out a series of robberies alongside a group of other robots, firing the ray at any intervening guards and policemen each time to alter their personalities.

As the Turtles try to figure out where Raphael and the personality modifier have gone, they spot April reporting on the clearing out of an art gallery; she interviews the placid guard, who explains that he stood by and let the robbers get away as he didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Putting two and two together, out heroes determine that Raphael must have given the ray gun to Dr. Von Shrink.

Our heroes soon infiltrate the Institute of Mental Health and confront the psychiatrist, getting trapped in what appears to be a forcefield. Von Shrink explains this is a “Phobia Chamber”, an invention that forces patients to face their greatest fears. These manifest in front of each of the Turtles, with Leonardo battling a giant samurai warrior, Michaelangelo facing the prospect of being eaten by an enormous pizza and Donatello taking on a three-headed monster near-identical to the one seen in “Welcome Back, Polarisoids”.

As Raphael returns, Donatello flings his bo through the forcefield, knocking the dial on the personality ray being held by X12. The device fires upon Raphael, turning him back to his normal self. Raph wastes no time in disabling the Phobia Chamber, but von Shrink has an array of warrior robots ready to attack the reunited Turtles. Stepping in on behalf of the team, Raphael tricks the robots into firing upon each other, ultimately winding up as a pile of scrap metal. Using the personality ray one last time, Raph opens fire on von Shrink, turning him into a meek and compliant foe ahead of turning him over to the police.

We close out today’s adventure in the Lair, where the Turtles hold a (presumably belated) birthday party for Raphael, presenting him with Michaelangelo’s fishes before asking him to blow out the candles on his cake. Raph blows hard enough to splatter the cake in Donatello’s face, leading the team to declare in unison “that’s our Raphael!”

“Mr. Nice Guy” is a disjointed adventure, effectively two different stories built around Raphael’s change in temperament, the first a low-stakes chase with the team pursuing two bank robbers, the second a rushed tale of Raphael’s run-in with an evil psychiatrist as he seeks a cure to his niceness. Both are fine for what they are, but I think the two bank robbers overstay their welcome, resulting in von Shrink and his Institute feeling a little underdeveloped. While there’s little as a character to separate the psychiatrist from the mad scientist villains I always complain about, Hal Rayle’s performance makes him surprisingly entertaining.

Effectively this episode acts as a sequel to “Leonardo Lightens Up”, calling back to the events of that earlier adventure, particularly in the early goings. Much as Leonardo’s bossiness was played up in that story for comedic effect, here Raphael is depicted as more of a curmudgeon than usual, although this is explained away as being due to his unhappiness surrounding his impending birthday. There’s a bit of revisionist history going on here as Donatello’s personality ray was never tethered to a power cord in its original appearance; I suppose it’s possible that he might have modified it to require one in the intervening seasons, although this seems like a backwards step.

While season six has perhaps been the most visually consistent season of TMNT ever, presumably always being handled by the same team of animators, as we approach the end there are signs that either the budget is running out or everyone is asleep at the wheel. This episode has a glaring moment while Raphael is being evaluated by von Shrink where it’s clear the animation was never finished, pasted-over footage being used instead. It’s the kind of thing I associate more with late season three or early season four episodes, and it’s regrettable to see it popping up again now.

We now find ourselves set for the season finale, and as is now standard for the Saturday morning era we’ll conclude not with a big finish in the Technodrome, but with a story not involving Shredder at all. Join us next time as 1992 wraps up with the return of Aunt Aggie in “Sleuth on the Loose”!

#Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #TMNT 1987 #1992 #Turtlethon #Ninja Turtles #Mr. Nice Guy #Mr Nice Guy #TMNT Raphael #TMNT Raph #Raph TMNT #Raphael TMNT #Otto von Shrink #Dr. Otto von Shrink

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sinfulspencer · 3 years

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Remembrance.

Prompt: After a particular tough case, you can’t seem to get a grip on what happened. Spencer is there to help you.

Based on the request: “could you please write 4 and 14 from the concerned/angsty prompts??? i love them!!!”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Rating: hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of violence and murder

Words: 3.3k

A.N.: I'm sure you can tell that I got inspired by the episode 1x06 of CM. ;)

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So if you call in the night, If you cry, if you call my name I will fly to your side ��Cause you’re the place I need to find To remember the light

When you’re in the FBI academy, training to become a federal agent able to work on the field, you are taught how to keep a steady hand and how to use a gun without hurting yourself. You’re taught which body parts to shoot first in order to take down a suspect, a murderer, a serial killer, a rapist, a criminal if you’re not able to do it with your words and if the other person is ready to attack someone.

Shootings are unpredictable, uncontrollable.

They’re situations that are perceived as unpredictable and uncontrollable are much more likely to bring on high levels of helplessness, anxiety and fear. Emotions that are running rapidly in your body, increasing each time your mind replays the exact moment your gun shoots a bullet into that man’s chest.

The FBI academy doesn’t train you on how to survive after the shooting with the thought of having taken a life, even though it’s a life that has taken so many just a few days before. The FBI academy doesn’t tell you that you’ll have a hard time focusing on basic tasks such as texting someone, because every single person reacts differently.

It’s difficult to explain exactly how you feel, why you feel it.

It’s difficult to know if you’re going to get over it quickly.

Because, truly, you don’t just “get over it”.

You were doing your job. You would’ve ended up as another one of his victims if you hadn’t acted.

You know it, Spencer knows it, everyone on the team knows it.

But they don’t blame you for reacting this way after your first shooting. Someone else would’ve shot the man if they arrived first, but you were on the scene before all the others along with Spencer and you had to act. Immediately.

You had to or either you or Spencer would’ve ended up in a pool of blood.

He saw your face when the bullet left your gun. He saw your eyes widen when the man collapsed. He saw how your whole body reacted to the situation, your face much paler than before. You almost let your gun fall onto the floor when the realisation of you taking a life hit you, but Spencer caught you and your body before you could fall down.

You were too shocked, too terrified to lift a finger.

This unsub was a loner, he didn’t have a spouse or children and killed so many people you had to keep a calculator in one hand to keep on counting them. But he was still a human being, he was still a life that could've been lived – even though it would’ve been spent inside a prison, waiting for the execution.

You’re not feeling bad for him. You feel bad because he was a life.

And you took it away from him, just like he did with all the other victims.

Then why are you feeling so sick?

“Hey, Y/N?”

JJ appears right behind you, waving her hand gently. You stop in your tracks, glancing up at her.

“Yes?”

“Me and the others are going to stop by the Hotel’s bar. We’re having dinner together, since we can’t leave tonight. All the flights have been cancelled due to the bad weather.” – says your colleague, a sweet smile over her lips – “Do you want to come with us?”

You shake your head, brushing a hand over your arm. You know she’s only asking you because she doesn’t want you to spend the rest of the evening alone, but you’re not in the mood to go out for drinks after what happened. But you can’t blame your team; they want to blow out the steam of the case, they want to relax and they don’t want to spend the night in their hotel rooms.

At the same time, you know you shouldn’t be alone – especially after what happened. You should stay out, distract yourself, enjoy a drink, talk to someone, have fun with them without mourning.

“No, I’m going to pass tonight. I’m sorry, JJ.” – you reply, glancing at the rest of the team at the end of the hallway – “Thank you for asking, though.”

JJ doesn’t like your response and you can tell it by her body language, but she knows she can’t push you otherwise you’ll close yourself up and you’ll get distant. And you can’t do that, you can’t allow yourself to build all of those walls up that the rest of the team was able to crush down.

She wishes you a good night and leaves you all alone in the hallway, walking to the Hotel’s bar.

You linger for a few seconds before pulling your bag up to your chest and heading back to your room, unlocking the door before slamming it shut. You throw your bag on the floor along with your shoes and jump over the bed, hiding your face between your pillows.

This whole situation is so frustrating, so nerve-wracking. It’s killing you.

But it’s a fresh wound, it happened a few hours before.

It’s obvious that it’s messing with your head now, but you’ll feel better soon.

Maybe not better, you will feel okay. You will be able to move on and forgive yourself for taking a life, reminding yourself that it was a life that took many others and has hurt even more people than you could ever imagine.

All the families of those victims are crying because they lost their loved one.

And yet, you’re crying because you killed a person.

You roll on the right side of the bed, grasping your phone from the bag on the floor. You switch it on only to find a few messages from your mother and one from Spencer, a simple text with a heart emoji that makes you smile.

He sent it a few minutes ago, when you were left all alone in the hallway.

But before you could answer him, someone knocked on the door.

You furrow your eyebrows but climb off the bed, yawning softly. You’re tired, you’re nervous, you’re definitely not feeling at the top of your abilities and you know the rest of the team knows it, but they also know that they shouldn’t push you or force you to talk about it. You will come to them on your own accord, you will take one of them and talk with that person.

You have your own way of making amends with your feelings.

You brush the back of your hand over your cheek before unlocking the door and opening it, only to find Spencer Reid staring back at you with a bottle of water and a chocolate bar.

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey.”

“Can I come in?”

You nod, taking a few steps back to allow him to step inside the room. You close the door behind him and wait for him to say something, knowing exactly why he’s there.

He noticed you weren’t okay, he knew exactly how you felt and he came here to comfort you. You’re not surprised, Spencer has always been nothing but amazing to you. He came to your house when you needed someone to talk to, he brought you a snack when you were feeling down, he learned how to make you a coffee mixed with latte at the office.

He tried to be good for you and he succeeded, just like now.

“When was the last time you ate?”

You shrug, not wanting to give him an answer.

You forgot to have breakfast that morning and yesterday night you weren’t in the mood to have dinner. This case was getting too dark, too twisted, too painful and it turned your stomach all around.

Eating would’ve made you sick.

“Dark chocolate contains less fat and sugar. It promotes positive feelings in a person, releasing peptides to the brain and gut.” – says Spencer, offering you the chocolate bar – It releases endorphins and it has properties linked to tryptophan, serotonin and phenethylamine. It’s a.. kind of comfort food.”

You look at him before grabbing the chocolate bar, smiling softly. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

A comfortable silence fills the room, as Spencer looks around. He sees all of your stuff splattered all over the floor, a bra hanging in the closet, your make-up scattered over the vanity in your room. And it’s weird, because usually you’re a very organized person; you hate having a messy desk, therefore a messy room, but he also knows you’re overwhelmed now.

Rightfully so.

“Are you okay?”

The one million dollar question.

“I thought... Maybe you wanted to talk.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, opening the chocolate bar. “I’m just very tired. That’s all.”

Spencer raises his eyebrows, standing right in front of you. “You shot someone and you haven’t said a single word after. You’re tired because it was a tough case, but I don’t think you’re just that.”

You want to tease him because he’s kind of profiling you, but at the same time you know he’s right; and you know he knows what you’re thinking about, which is why he got away from the rest of the team to come to your room.

At the end of the day, he’s your friend. It’s obvious he cares about you and your feelings.

And he has been in this situation before, not too long ago. You know he had to take a few days off to process what happened and what he had done, or at least that’s what Penelope and Gideon told you when you didn’t see him at the Office.

It happened when you first joined the team, two years before.

You were still a newbie, you didn’t know anybody in the team except Penelope so you couldn’t really show up at Spencer’s place. He might not have minded, but you didn’t want to pressure him in any way, and now...

The tables have turned because you’re in the same situation.

And he’s here, trying to find a way to get between your walls and push them down.

“When I fired my weapon, it was like watching myself outside of my body.”

Spencer sits next to you on the bed, listening to your words. He doesn’t care that he should’ve stayed down with the others because you don’t like to process your thoughts out loud, but right now you need someone to talk to.

He’s your friend, he’s there to help you.

“I know I’m trained to do this. I know how to handle a gun and I know how to shoot someone in the head, but it’s the aftermath. You know?” - you mutter, taking a piece of chocolate before biting into it – “Hotch told me I’m going to be placed on a three days of paid leave, I’ll have to visit a psychologist and re-qualify with my gun before returning to work.”

Spencer nods, knowing the process really well.

He went through it twice in the last two years and the rest of the team as well. The internal affairs, the homicide bureau and the county prosecutor’s office will investigate to prove that your shooting was justified, to prove it was a “clean shooting”, as they call it.

You already know you were forced to shoot, you had to do it before the man could take someone else’s life so you’re not worried about that. You’re worried about your feelings, about how you’re handling this situation.

The rest of your team didn’t seem shocked when they were in your position, during other cases.

They knew they had to take down an unsub, they did their job just like you did tonight.

And maybe you don’t know if they went home and spent the rest of their night crying. It’s possible they did, because shooting someone – even if these people are criminals, they’re still human beings. Disgusting, manipulative, toxic, aggressive, violent human beings but humans nonetheless.

“I’m supposed to feel good about killing a man that has hurt over a hundred people. He was a bad person, no one is denying that, but he was a human being. And I killed him.”

Spencer nods, understanding exactly what the problem is.

He can’t blame you for feeling this way because it’s normal. Because he knows you’re blaming the whole society and his childhood for turning that criminal into that kind of person, but he also knows that if it hadn't been for your quick action, that person would’ve hurt many more people.

“His mum abused him, his classmates led him to almost commit suicide and he was a loner that got into drugs at such a young age. Maybe if someone had helped him, he wouldn’t have turned out the way that he did. Maybe he would’ve found a decent job, a spouse, a loving family and..”. – you shake your head, feeling the tears stinging in your eyes – “I don’t know, Spencer, I really don’t know how to get through this.”

He grabs the chocolate bar from your hands, placing it on the nightstand beside you.

“You can’t think about the “what if” or you’ll never be able to get through this, Y/N.” – says Spencer, his voice soothing your nerves – “We can’t change the psychological background of a criminal, we can’t think about the possibilities of what he could’ve been. I know that he wouldn’t have been the same person he was today if he had gotten the help that he needed, but he didn’t.”

You nod your head, understanding what he means by this.

“You killed a man that kidnapped young women, tortured them in the worst way possible and then killed them because he wanted to. We can’t blame society for what happened to him in the past and you can’t blame yourself either.” – he mutters, gently grabbing your hand – “He made a series of moral decisions, he knew the police would’ve incarcerated him. But he still went through, trying to hurt two federal agents that would’ve helped him in prison.”

You let out a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling to prevent your tears from falling. Your head hurts and you just want to go to bed, but you know you need to get this out of your system before falling asleep – or you won’t get the rest you so terribly need.

This situation is messing with your head.

“On a logical and intellectual level, I don’t regret my decision. I did what I had to do, but at the same time I can’t help but think..”

Spencer leans his head over your shoulder, nodding. “I understand.”

You sniffle, clearing your throat before speaking again. You hate that you’re showing vulnerability to him, but you also know that he’s there to help you. He’s been through this before, he knows how to handle the situation better than you – probably.

“What did you do after the first time it happened to you?”

He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. “I focused on what you just said. That man hurt more people than we could ever imagine, now he can’t anymore.”

You look down at your fingers intertwined with his, sighing softly.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this, but just know everyone on this team has gone through something similar and we’re all still here.” – says the young doctor, keeping his eyes on your tied hands – “We’re here for you, for whatever you need.”

You nod, biting your bottom lip. «I know and I appreciate it.»

“Maybe you should talk to Gideon, but he’ll tell you the same things as me.” – explains Spencer, turning his head to look at you – “You will feel better, you’ll realize that you were just doing your job. You protected me, you protected the rest of the team and his last victim. You may have taken a life, but you’ve saved three and many people's lives.”

“Focusing on the good part is difficult, though.”

He lets out a soft sigh, tapping his index over your wrist. “I know. If you don’t do it, you’ll never get over this. Because this might not be the last time you’ll find yourself in this situation.”

You hate that he’s right.

You hate that it’s the pure truth and you can’t escape it.

You love this job more than anything else in the world, therefore you need to get over this or you won’t be able to go further. You don’t want to quit, you don’t want to leave the team, you want to keep helping people stay safe in their own homes.

A visit with a psychologist will help you understand how to deal with your feelings, but being surrounded by people who went through the same experience as you will help you get over it quicker.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

He gives you a weak smile. “My room is right in front of yours, if you need me.”

You shake your head, gripping his hand tighter when he stands up. “Don’t go.”

He doesn’t need you to say anything else as he sits back down beside you, gently caressing your hand and closing his eyes when you rest your head over his shoulder. He wants to be here with you because he cares about you, because he knows how this situation affected you and... he’s terrified you might leave the team.

You’re an amazing profiler, you’re smart, you’re fun and you’re a good friend.

But even the best of profilers can quit.

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

Spencer opens his eyes again. “Yes, of course. I just... Need to grab my pajamas and my pillow.”

You finally let his hand go, nodding. “Okay.”

He stands up again from the bed, glancing at you. Your expression is calmer than before and you have stopped shaking, therefore you might feel a bit better – and you do, but only because you’re with him. He gives you a smile before walking out of your bedroom, heading to his to grab all the stuff that he needs.

When he comes back to your room, you’re already in bed and waiting for him.

Spencer jumps in bed next to you, trying to give you as much space as possible. You cuddle up against him, your head over his chest right above his heart. The slow beating of it gently echoing in your mind, a lullaby that helps you calm down faster.

You’re thankful for what he’s doing.

Spencer presses a soft kiss over your forehead. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nod, wrapping an arm around his hip. “Yes, thank you.”

“I’ll probably wake up before you so don’t freak out if you see me awake.”

You chuckle, nudging your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t worry about it.”

You appreciate the fact he’s pushing himself out of his comfort zone by sleeping by your side, having your body completely pressed against his. You’re not sure he’s comfortable because you can’t read his mind, but he seems as relaxed as you.

It’s the first time you’re sleeping with him.

You’ve been paired up with him before, but you have never slept in the same bed as him.

“Is this okay?”

Spencer turns off the lights in the bedroom. “Yes, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Good. Tell me if I’m making you…”

“Hey, I’m fine. Seriously, it’s okay. – he whispers, his hand caressing your hair – Don’t worry.”

His voice is soothing as he whispers he’s proud of you for speaking up, for allowing him to help you as much as he could. He tells you how proud he is of explaining how you felt, for being able to allow someone to slip through the cracks of your walls, for admitting you’re not okay even though one day you’ll be.

«How do you feel now?»

His fingers are playing with your hair as you let out a soft sigh. You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve someone like him at your side, but you appreciate him and everything he has done for you.

“Much better. Thank you for staying here with me.”

“Tomorrow is a new day and you’ll make it through it. I’ll be with you.”

And soon enough, you drift off to sleep.

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spencersstrawberryjello · 3 years

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~ Masterlist ~

Last Updated: September 22th, 2021

Please make sure to check trigger warnings/content warnings before reading! They’ll be in the content info at the top of the post once you click the link :)

Fluff

- August 8th: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Roni decides to steal Spencer’s clothes to mess with him, resulting in them both being late for work.

- Room 104: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) After complications with the hotel’s computer system land Parker and Spencer in the same one bed hotel room, confessions are made.

- Bathbombs: (Spencer Reid x nb!MC) After returning from a long case, Spencer and Caelan unwind in the bath.

- Head over Heels: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) Reader and Spencer get the chance to relax on a much needed vacation together.

- Read to Me: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You enjoy watching Spencer read, and you ask if he can read some poetry to you.

- Koala Bear: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You and Spencer have to get up for work, but you want to lay with him for a little bit longer.

- Towels and Aloe: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) While you and Spencer are on a beach vacation, you get sunburnt, and Spencer insists on taking care of you.

Hurt/Comfort (clearly the trope I write wayyy too much of)

- Shitty Slasher Film: (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim.

- Press Conferences: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You’re the new press liaison after JJ becomes a profiler, and Spencer helps comfort you after a tough press conference.

- Guns Blazin: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) Parker is shot during a case, and Spencer helps stop the bleeding until the ambulance arrives.

- Genius Genes: (Spencer Reid’s Daughter MC) Spencer’s daughter is insecure about not getting the genius genes.

- Scary Ass Job: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) As Parker prepares for their first day of work at the BAU, Spencer returns from a case and talks with them about their worries related to the job.

- Scum of the Earth: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) After a prison interview gone wrong, MC (no name mentioned) is left to recover from the disgusting things the prisoner said - with Spencer’s help, of course.

- Supposed to be Sleeping: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) Hotch sends you and Spencer to the hotel with explicit instructions to get some sleep and come back to the local police station in the morning. You can’t sleep, however, and you two get to talking about why the case bothers you so much.

- Blankets: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) After her first case, Aria struggles to keep a level head on the place ride home. Spencer and the rest of the team comfort her, helping her realize she’s not alone (and also providing an adorable first meeting with the lovely Dr. Reid).

- Forehead Kisses: (Spencer Reid x nb!MC) Caelan has to deal with the emotional aftermath of a case gone wrong, and Spencer comforts them when they have a breakdown.

Angst

- Zugzwang: (Spencer Reid) Spencer’s thoughts from the beginning of season 8 episode 13; him reflecting on everything that went down in the Zugzwang episode.

- Every Bit and More: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) JJ and Parker have to comfort Spencer after the whole Emily Prentiss situation (spoiler warnings are bolded in summary) even though they both know that everything they’re saying is a lie.

- Revelations: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) As everything goes down with Tobias Hankel (spoiler warnings are bolded in summary), Aria and the BAU have to find him before it’s too late. Once they do, Aria takes Spencer home and comforts him. (This one is a solid mix of hurt/comfort and angst, but I thought I’d put it here because everyone is very much not vibing pretty much the whole time lol)

- Merely Luck: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) As the team hits dead-end after dead-end, Spencer becomes disheartened by the case. After being yelled at by a police officer, he finally snaps. (Angst, but more anger than sad)

Smut

- Theories: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Spencer and Aria decide to shower together, and Spencer has some theories he’d like to test.

- A Warm Welcome: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Spencer has a bit of a... surprise waiting for him when he returns from a case.

Ongoing Stories

- Inside Scoop: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Dahlia Silvers makes a discovery that will change her life forever, and will get her tangled up in the BAU. | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

- Potential Lead: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) After their sister’s death, Lex Raymond gets roped up in helping Spencer and the BAU solve the case. | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

Misc.

- Obsessed: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Aria is a senior in college who attends an informational seminar that Spencer and Rossi put on, and chases them down afterwards to talk to them about the BAU.

- Smiley Face Stickers: (The BAU) Garcia suggests that the team decorate their tablets with sparkly stickers that she bought after everyone gets back from a hard case.

- Simps for Spencer Reid: (The BAU) Victimology leads to an... interesting discovery about the missing girl they’re searching for, and reveals that Spencer has a significantly wider online fanbase than he originally thought.

- Treat People With Kindness: (The BAU) Garcia gets Reid into Harry Styles and everyone subsequently loses their minds over it.

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crescentsteel · 4 years

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When in Brazil - Sunshine

pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik

[a/n]

I said to myself, lets make this quick and short. lol yea sure

No beta. This is Spartaaaaa

My brain went bzzt bzzt after this.

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist for this mini series

Beach || masterlist

“Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon.

“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.

You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.

“I’ll be going ahead then!”

“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed.

“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.”

He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20.

“Wow, I should ask you to help out more often,” you say jokingly. “No problem, y/n! I can help out after deliveries.”

You wave your hand frantically. “Oh no no no. I was just kidding, Shoyo. I can’t always give you dinner. The owner would notice when we do inventory.” You laugh apprehensively.

“You don’t have to! I don’t mind staying for a few minutes to help out after deliveries.”

You stare at him with an appreciative smile on your face. Bless his pure heart. Boys in Brazil could learn from him. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen to prepare your food real quick.”

He seats himself in one of the vacant lounges, grinning at you as you enter the kitchen. Since it was just him, you get it done in ten minutes or less. When you get out of the tiny room, he’s like a puppy salivating at the tray you’re holding.

“Here you go, sir.” You jokingly say.

He doesn’t respond as his eyes twinkle at the food you laid out in front of him. Poor Shoyo. He must have been starving or maybe he’s just glad for the free food.

You decide to clean up the kitchen and the counter while you wait for him to finish, but he ate so fast that he’s done before you are.

When he sees you still occupied, he takes it upon himself to get his used cutleries and wash it. He easily finds where to put them and he even wipes the table he sat on. If ever he asks you for another job, you’d instantly recommend him to the owner to replace one of the staff who’s basically a sloth.

You two almost finish at the same time.

“Thank you so much for the dinner, y/n.” He bows. You’re thrown off at first, but you remember that he’s from Japan.

“Thank you, Shoyo. Seriously. The help is nothing compared to the food.” You get out of the cashier and get your bag. You remove your apron and shove it there before leading him out of the diner as you lock it up.

“I’ll walk you home, y/n.”

You wave your hand dismissively. He’s done so much already. “No, it’s fine. You must be tired.”

He shakes his head in disagreement. “Not really! I wanna walk a bit too, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I-”

“It’s okay!” You interrupt him. You do appreciate it if he’d accompany you home. You just thought he’s doing it to be kind and polite. “It’d be nice to chat with someone on the way home.” You tell him. He keeps his bicycle at his right while you’re at his left.

Even as the night is fully settled in, Shoyo’s energy is still soaring as he narrates why he’s here in Rio. No wonder his eyes are always gleaming vividly. He wants to accomplish something badly that he traveled halfway across the world in a foreign country. And as you get sucked in his story, you don’t notice you’re at your apartment already.

“I live right here. Do you wanna come in for tea or beer or whatever?” You invite him, wanting to hear more of his Volleyball journey. He seems glad from your invitation. Maybe he wanted someone to talk about it too.

“I’m okay with just water.”

You open your door and hold it out open for him. “You sure?”

He nods sprightly which makes you smile at the pure innocence he exudes. He eyes your whole place when he gets inside. “Wow. You live all alone, y/n?”

“Uh huh. I don’t like having roommates.”

“I think I’d get more homesick if I lived all alone,” he remarks.

From being awed, you begin to feel bad for him. It must be really tough to be so far away. “Well, you can always come here if you feel like talking or stuff,” you offer earnestly. You don’t mind him visiting every now and then. He’s such a positive energy amongst the dread of your everyday routine that’s constantly draining you. Also, You can’t imagine him being one of those guys who just hang out to get a slice of action.

Since then, he frequently came over.

On the days when he had deliveries for your diner, he’d help you close up. Instead of getting him dinner from the small diner, you two would get something on the way to your apartment or you’d fix him a quick meal when you get there.

He’s a comfortable company. Because he’s quite the talker, he never runs out of things to say. He not only talks about his life in Japan, but also here in Rio. You practically know all his friends here just from his stories.

“Didn’t they say anything when you wanted to leave?” You prod when he opened up missing his family. “They did, but they still pushed me to do it. They know what’s it for, and they know I’ll be back.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

A soft blush surfaces on his cheeks as he chuckles nervously. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh? Who’s the cute girl in your wallpaper then?” You’ve seen it several times when he looks at the time with his phone.

“She’s our Volleyball manager and a really good friend,” he explains as he gets his phone to show you something. “She’s been with the team since I was a first year.” He shows you a photo of him, a black-haired guy who’s probably Kageyama, and the cute blonde girl.

Your attention all goes to him, his innocent beam at the camera while his arms are sprawled in the air. “Oh my God,” you exclaim while staring at the photo.

“You were so skinny!”

You look back and forth from the screen of his phone to him, comparing how he looked like then and how he looks like now. You pull your chair closer to him so you can scrutinize him more. He looked so young and pure back then. Literally, just a kid.

“Wow.”

You gape at him, marveling at how his features have changed so much. Even if he still has that baby face, his face has definitely gained structure. And the scrawny boy in the photo? You can’t find that anymore with the Shoyo in front of you right now. He even has a nice tan going on that suits him so well.

Without thinking, your hands fly to his shoulders to grasp the muscle he’s built after high school, squeezing them firmly before trailing down to his well-defined chest. Damn, he really put some nice work to achieve this. You drag your hands down to see how his abs are and holy crap, he’s fucking lean.

Your gaze drops further just below where your hands are and see a faint outline of what he’s hiding beneath his shorts.

“Ah!”

You immediately remove your hands off of him and raise your palms in mid air. “I’m so sorry! That was so perv- I mean rude of me to do that all of a sudden.” You apologize in a panicked tone, hoping that he didn’t think you were being handsy, even if you really were.

“I was just amazed because you looked so different from the photo and uh..” you laugh to make up for the missing excuses you were supposed to say.

He laughs with you, a timid smile gracing his face.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can continue touching me if you want.”

You squirm as you put your hands to your lap, clutching your shorts from the sudden thick air that engulfs the room. He sounded harmless. Even his face is his usual good-natured facade. But those words meant something else to you, an invitation to touch him more.

You let out a tense tither before turning to him. “No no! Haha. I’m fine. It was just on impulse.”

In an attempt to hide the awkwardness, you gather his used dishes and cutleries. “Let me get these washed up.” You stand up and hurriedly get to the sink.

What was that weird sexual tension? That over there in your dining table is just your nice delivery boy, Shoyo. You’re nothing but co-workers who are just friendly to each other.

You let the cold water run on your fingers and wrists while you wash the dishes. You need to get back to him composed and cooled off. You want your relationship as it is now. You don’t want to feel awkward and bothered.

So what if you just realized that he’s hot and nice and completely alone with you?

“Do you need help with anything, y/n?

You yelp at the sound of his voice so close behind you. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck and his body hovering at your back. He’s barely pressing against your back but you can already feel the ends of your hairs prickling your skin.

“Wah! Why are you having goosebumps, y/n? Are you cold??”

“Yeah. It is a bit windy tonight.” You lie with a tense chuckle as you hasten your task so you could escape the situation. To worsen things for you, he places both hands on your bare shoulders and caresses them up and down to create heat.

“I hope this is warm enough,” he says concernedly.

It’s more than just warm. He’s supposed to create friction by rubbing your shoulders, but he’s skimming so gently on your skin that it’s fueling a different kind of heat stemming from your core from the supposed friendly gesture he’s doing to you. You fight off the urge to clench your thighs together for he might notice it since he’s just a hair away behind you.

You saw him as a nice guy but his hands are making you feel otherwise. You had to bite your lower lip to suppress a whimper that was at the tip of your tongue. You can pass it off as a groan of relief, but with your current state, it might sound sexual. Since when were you this sensitive?

��Do you want me to prepare your green tea?” he kindly offers.

“Yes, please,” you answer weakly.

He takes his hands off you and gets you your green tea as he suggested to. You breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. You feel like you’re about to break from how heavy his sexual pull is on you. Is he even aware?

You dry your hands and saunter back to your dining table to take a seat and give your legs a break. Shoyo places the cup of tea in front of you and sits beside you.

“Why do you always drink that, y/n? It doesn’t taste good.”

“It’s to help me lose weight.” You draw the cup to your lips and take a sip.

“Ehh? But you already look hot as you are.”

You almost choked on your tea from what he just said. You weren’t expecting such an adjective from him. With trembling fingers, you return the cup to the table. “You okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He can’t help but notice that you’ve been on the edge since you felt him up. He believes that you did it with no malicious intent, so he really didn’t mind. He knows that all you think of him is a good help to the diner. That’s why you comfortably invited him to your home, but he can see right now that he’s made you uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe you’re really embarrassed with what just happened even if he did say it was fine. He really was okay with you touching him, even if it was something more than just touching. But it’s not like you see him like that.

He likes you a lot, so he should just go so he doesn’t make you any more uneasy. “It’s getting late, so I’ll go now, y/n.”

When he stands up, you immediately follow. “Oh? Already?” You ask with a hint of disappointment in your voice, which makes him a bit confused. Did you not want him to?

“Do you want me to stay for a bit longer?”

You look at him hesitantly before shaking your head. He smiles amicably at you for the usual hospitality you’ve given him. “Thanks for the dinner, y/n.” He looks at the time and heads for the door.

“Shoyo!”

He shifts his body to your direction while he waits for what you’re going to say “I- uhhh. Sorry about a while ago.”

He strides back to where you are and grabs your hand, slowly leading it to his chest with a faint grin playing on the corners of his lips. “It really is okay, y/n.” When your palm lands on his pecs, you just let it stay in one spot as you look at him differently than usual. You regard him with doe eyes gleaming with baffled curiosity.

With his grip still on your wrist, he does the work for you and guides your hand down to where you touched him just a while ago. Your line of sight follows your hand while his is completely focused on you, anticipating your reaction if you’re satisfied with just this.

He lets go of your wrist, allowing you to do as you please. You raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes asking him for permission.

“I really don’t mind, y/n.”

Your other hand goes to his bicep, firmly grasping it before you take one step closer to him. Both

your hands travel to his midsection, the feel of your delicate caress making his thoughts not as friendly as it used to be. Especially with how impressed you look with your hands all over him.

“Can I touch you too?” He blurts out without thinking.

He instantly regrets it when he sees the surprised look on your face as you pull your hands away.

“No! I didn’t mean t-“

You silence him instantly by putting a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t say anything,” you mutter as you usher his one hand to your waist.

You remove your hand from his mouth and use it to lead his other hand on your neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. You keep your eyes on his neck while he languidly roams his left hand on the small of your back until his arm is wrapped around you. He doesn’t move his right hand away from your neck. He only strokes it tenderly with his thumb.

“Y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you raise your gaze to him. “Can we do more than just touching?”

Instead of answering him, you yield to the heavy sensual pull that you’ve been trying to ignore earlier. You slowly reach for his lips, wanting to gradually settle yourself in the present situation.

But when your lips touched his, he didn’t share the same idea you had as he wastes no time exploring your mouth with his. All the hesitation he had is gone with his hand dropping down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which draws you even closer to him, letting you feel his erection against your core.

He doesn’t take his mouth off of yours as he leads you to the dining table, taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and carrying your weight as he guides you to sit at the edge of the table.

When you’re comfortably seated, he tugs the flank of your shirt and hurriedly takes it off you. You want to look at him to see what he looks like when he’s not being the nice Shoyo you used to see him as. But he gets back to your mouth in just a second, sticking his tongue out to let it wander inside your warm cavern.

His hands immediately find the clasp of your bra and unhooks it with ease. That’s when he pulled away. His eyes are glued to your body as he removes the undergarment slowly, as if he’s unwrapping his gift with the slow reveal of your breasts.

His eyes glimmer with delight when he completely slides the clothing off your arms. It kinda makes you conscious with the way he’s staring at you, like his eyes are burning through your skin. You use one arm to cover your boobs, but he instantly sees through your plan.

As soon as you lift your arm, soft panic sets off in his eyes. He immediately grips your wrist and slams your hand against the table.

“Don’t!”

“But you were staring too much.”

His gaze drops down again to your unclad breasts with reverence. “Cause you’re pretty.” He leans down on you again, his plush lips just within an easy reach from yours. “So pretty that I can’t stop staring.”

You expect him to kiss you again, but his mouth latches on your jaw instead, nipping the sensitive skin beneath it. A soft sigh comes out of your already parted lips while his palms trace the length of both your arms up to your shoulders. He kisses his way down to your collar bones, savoring any skin that his lips graze upon until he reaches one soft mound.

His hands follow the trails of his lips, one finding its way on the curve of your hip while the other stops on your breast where his mouth isn’t latched onto.

He delivers sloppy kisses, sucking on your perk nipple and swirling his tongue on it like it was a treat. The other bud isn’t left out as he plays with it, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger.

Your breathing starts to become shallow from the surge of desire spreading throughout your body.

He cups both sides of your boobs and pushes them together before he continues on, letting his tongue toy with your nipples almost simultaneously. He’s so into it that his teeth accidentally scrape one bud.

“Ah!”

He immediately stops and looks at you apologetically, misunderstanding the moan that came from you.

“Sorry...”

“No. It felt good,” you feebly tell him.

His eyes brighten up and gets back to what he’s doing. He takes the hard bud in between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he looks up to you, his orbs eager for your approval. It spurs you on even more. You give him one nod as you feel your cunt throbbing from how your arousal is heightening by the minute.

“Shoyo,” you call him weakly which he didn’t seem to hear.

He lets go of your breasts and licks his way down right on top of your shorts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. He unbuttons your shorts, the sound of your zipper being rolled down letting you know what he’s planning.

“Shoyo.” You call out louder this time, causing his hand to rest on your groin. “Let’s go to my room already.” You expect him to be glad, but he frowns. “But I want to taste you already. Please, y/n? I want to eat you out here.”

Your legs quiver from how much he wants you, his eagerness affecting you as you yourself get impatient and wonder how his tongue would feel on your pussy.

“Do it.” He smiles at your approval as you lift your ass off the table to help him get your shorts off. You aren’t surprised that he tugs your underwear together with it as he peels it off you. You’re starting to get an idea how he is at bed - impatient, excitable, and eager to please.

A subtly smirk tugs up your lips when you realize you’re in for a fun night.

He doesn’t notice it though. He takes a step back to relish the vision that you are. His eyes are completely focused on your bare body with keen hunger as he traces every curve in sight. You indulge him a bit by spreading your legs apart for him to see.

“Wow.”

His eyes don’t leave your cunt while he drags the chair he’s previously sitting on. He spreads your legs even further as he sits down. He places his thumbs on your inner thighs, gently caressing them before he stripes one thumb on your slit.

“You’re so wet, y/n,” he says right before dipping down and tracing his tongue where his thumb just did earlier. He continues doing so, licking up and down the length of your opening as you lean your head back to enjoy what he’s giving you. He eagerly slurps on your juices, lapping on your slit with his hot tongue.

He uses his thumbs to spread your folds that surround your clit, exposing the swollen bud for him to taste. When he gives it a delicate, languid lick, your one hand frantically grips his hair. He takes it up a notch and inserts his middle finger inside .

“Haaa,” you moan out loud which urges him on even more. He pumps his finger inside you, gradually picking up the pace when you start squirming within his hold.

“Another,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Another what?” He asks cluelessly while his mouth continues ravaging your clit. “Add another finger,” you answer to which he complies immediately. He stretches you even more with the addition of one thick, calloused finger inside.

He looks up at you, parting his mouth away from your pussy to show you his two digits that are half inside you. “Like this?”

You nod. “Yeah. Like,” He suddenly shoves the two fingers knuckles deep into you. “thathnnnnggg.” You clutch his hair tighter while your mouth gapes at the instant fullness you feel down in your center. His eyes don't leave your face anymore as he latches his mouth back on your hardened clit.

You’re whining while grinding on his face, getting wetter even as he relentlessly drinks your lewd essence. He loves the look on your face, blissed out and completely lost in the moment. He loves how you keep trying to close your legs together even with his arm not allowing you to do so. He loves the desire glimmering clearly in your eyes as you meet his gaze while he feasts on your pussy.

He already got aroused the first time you touched him. Seeing you unravel before him gets his cock throbbing painfully within his shorts. He’s so tempted to remove his arm and let you crush him between your thighs so he can palm his cock.

He doesn’t even know if you’d let him go any further than this. What if after you cum you change your mind and ask him to go home? There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. He’ll just replay the scene before him as he jacks off in his own room.

His one hand goes inside his shorts and takes out his cock, causing your thigh to waver without his support. He grasps the base of his dick, squeezing it firmly, easily distracting himself with his own pleasure as he moans in your cunt.

You immediately notice. You see him firmly gripping his member, pumping it steadily up and down with eyes closed as he slows down his ministrations with you. You cup his face, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you again. “Stop fucking yourself. I’ll do it with my mouth after you make me cum.”

He stops like you asked him to. “Really?” His eyes pleading with lust to uphold your erotic promise. “Yeah. So make cum already,” you brazenly order him. He tucks his cock back in his shorts right away, using his arm once again to spread you wide. His mouth, lips, and fingers pick up the pace, thrusting swiftly in and out of your while flicking and sucking at your clit.

“Ooohhh fuck.” You claw on your wooden table from the rapid build up of pleasure. You can feel the heat in your groin, spreading quickly through your body. “Yes, yesss. Don’t stop,” you mindlessly whine. Everything he’s doing is pushing you further to your release - the friction and fullness provided by his fingers and the wild strokes of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly curves his fingers, hitting just the right spot that blurred your vision from how good it feels.

“Cumming... am cumming, Shoyo!!” You trash helplessly on his face as the pleasure floods your senses, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows down, matching your post-orgasm state as you come down from your high.

You tug his hair up while panting to catch your breath. “Come here.” He stands up and you reach for the back of his head to cover his mouth with yours, tasting your own fluids in his lips. “Help me get down,” you whisper to him.

He effortlessly grabs the back of your thighs to get you to stand again. Once your feet reach the floor, you release his lips and drag him to your room.

Once inside, you lock lips with him again as you scurry towards your bed. You get him to lie down as you straddle him, your wetness rubbing on the bulge of his shorts. You hurriedly remove his clothes, itching to see the delicious muscles you touched only with his shirt on. He helps you as he tugs down his shorts and underwear, his last piece of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor.

You bite your lower lip as your eyes roam on his body. He should thank beach volleyball for the tan and the jaw-dropping build. Your gaze falls on his naked bulge that you saw a glimpse of earlier. Damn. You weren’t seeing things earlier. He really is packing down there.

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a worried look, returning your gaze back at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s,” Your eyes get distracted with how he gulps, your gaze lingering down again on his gorgeous chest. “..fine.”

You return the favor, starting on his neck. You plant your arms on his shoulder as you move your hips up, resting your cunt on his toned abs. You deliver soft kisses on the delicate skin of his neck, letting your tongue sneak a few licks as you go down on him until his cock is within the reach of your mouth.

You position yourself in between his legs as you grip his shaft. His hips lift up from the contact. You watch his reactions as you start to drag your palm around his member up and down. He’s already heaving with lips parted as he takes the pleasure you’re giving him with eyes closed. You find it cute - how he’s this sensitive when you’re barely done anything yet.

You gather your spit and let it drool at his cock, the translucent liquid glazing the tip down to the base. You trace his length with your index finger, from the tiny slit of his tip down to his balls. You go back up to the head of his cock, but you do it with your tongue instead of your finger.

You peek at him again. He’s semi sitting up with his elbows on the cushion as he glues his eyes on your tongue on his dick. You grip him again, tighter this time before pressing one digit firmly on his tip. He throws his head back from the pressure and you use that chance to take his thick girth in your mouth

His thighs tremble as he lets out a euphoric moan while you sink lower and lower on his dick. “Your mouth -aahhh so gooood.”

He really likes you and thinks you’re fun to talk to, but sometimes he’d catch himself fantasizing about you when he gets home and ends up masturbating at the thought of you sucking him off. But his right hand doesn’t even compare to the actual warmth of your lips wrapped around his dick at present.

He keeps his eyes on you, which is a bad idea for him since it’s only quickening the pleasure that was boiling at the pit of his stomach. But he can’t help but stare at you. You look so good, so pretty, with your ass up as you suck him even faster.

He can feel his cum threatening to explode already. He feels so lame, but your mouth just feels so magnificent that he can’t hold it in any further. “Stop, y/n. Please~ aah ahhh gonna cum already.” He doesn’t want you to be disappointed with him, but it’s as if you didn’t hear him. You even go deeper while quickening your pace.

He gives in to it, gripping your hair as the peak of his pleasure takes over. He expects you to pull away, but you continue sucking, letting him shoot his load at the back of your throat.

You take all of it, swallowing every drop he let out in your mouth. You did hear him say stop, but the lascivious delight on his face contradicted his words. You had to let him finish even if that meant you won’t get to feel how his cock feels inside your already sopping pussy.

You sit up as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As for Shoyo, he covers his eyes with his forearm while he pants. You start to get up and head for your drawers when you feel him grab your wrist before you can even leave the bed

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“To get dressed.”

“But we’re not done yet?”

You appreciate the thought. He really is such a generous guy, but.. “It’s fine, Shoyo. You don’t have to force it. You’re already soft??” Your statement becomes a question when you see his arousal still erect.

You don’t know whether to be amused or amazed at that, so you end up staring dumbfounded at him who’s still lying on his back.

He grins at you as he sits up straight and goes for your lips. It wasn’t soft and gentle like you expect from someone who just came. He seems even hungrier, more eager for you.

He guides your hand to his shaft, confirming that he’s hard and ready to continue with what you have in mind. You smile into the kiss, curious and excited as to how he feels inside your pussy. Horny as you are, you throw yourself at him which causes him to lie back down again with you on top of him.

As your tongues clash against one another, you rub your moist slit against his erection, teasing both yourself and him while doing so. He’s groaning in your mouth while he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist. “Y/n, can I put in already?” He asks with hazy eyes even though his hand on your waist goes down to his cock and aligns it on your folds.

“Mmm, wait.” You lift yourself off of him and reach for your purse that was hanging on one of the metal bed frames. You quickly get a condom and throw your purse somewhere. You tear the packet and remove his hand from his shaft to unroll the rubber on it while he watches. You take over his previous attempt and position the tip on your entrance. You place a palm on his stomach to anchor yourself as you lower yourself on him.

He stares at you mesmerized while you wince from how his cock is spreading you open. You ball your fist that was still on his abdomen, trying to get used to the discomfort even if he’s still not fully inside you. He recovers first and glances back on how you’re doing.

“Shoyo, you’re-ughhh-big,” you tell him with a pained expression. “I- I am?” He asks with pink streak surfacing on his cheeks, flattered from what you said. You nod while sinking lower until you finally cover the last inch, taking him entirely inside you.

He whips his head back on to the pillow with his cock completely sheathed inside the tight warmth of your pussy. He thought your mouth was already marvelous, but the way your walls deliciously envelop his cock is way beyond his wet dreams.

Your hand joins the other, supporting yourself as you slowly lift your hips up and descend back down with the same agonizing tempo. While you adjust to his size, he keeps his eyes on his cock disappearing each bob of your hip.

From your pussy, he rakes his eyes up to your naked body glimmering with sweat. You look so beautiful with your eyes shut, gaping lips, and tits bouncing altogether as you speed up. “You look so fucking pretty, y/n.” Your eyes flutter open from the unexpected vulgarity he uttered. It wasn’t like him, but it wasn’t forced either. He regards you with lust swimming in his orbs, the courteous friendship you two have totally erased as of this moment.

You still for a second before you remove your hands off him and place them on his thighs as you lean back. You spread your thighs and plant the soles of your feet on your bed. You see his eyes widen because of the view. Rather bouncing up and down, you gyrate on his cock. It’s supposed to be a show for him, but with his size, you feel his cock gloriously scrape your insides with the circular movement of your hips.

“Shit!” You curse before you close your eyes again as you start grinding on him. You don’t start slow this time. You impatiently roll your hips against his, driving his cock deep inside you each plunge. You didn’t think it would get any better than this until you feel his thumb on your neglected cit.

“Oh ffffuuuck.” You can’t even open your eyes anymore while his two fingers replace his thumb and rub the sensitive bud frantically. You could feel the pleasure escalating faster and faster with every salacious thrust of your hip and his every flick of your clit..

“Are you gonna cum, y/n?” You hear him ask.

“Yesss. Am gonna cuuuuuummmm.” You clutched his legs tighter when your orgasm hits, your vision blurry when you open your eyes as you ride it out. He pulls your panting self to his chest and tenderly caresses your back.

He sweeps your hair behind your ear and whispers. “Did that feel nice?”

You nod weakly. “Did you cum?” You ask in return. You were so occupied in your own pleasure that you lost awareness of his. He chuckles lowly. “No.”

“Oh..” You lift yourself up a bit to meet his gaze and apologize.

“Why are you saying sorry? We aren’t done yet.”

What he said as a question earlier became a statement. Something changed in his eyes, a spark of determination that isn’t there earlier.

“Let’s just continue next time, Shoyo. I’m kind of tired,” you explain.

“There’s a next time?!” His eyes shine with enthusiasm which makes you laugh softly.

“Sure. Why not?” You lift your hips up but his hands quickly go down your ass and crash you back down, shoving his dick back in you hard and deep.

“Gaah!”

“Thanks, y/n. But don’t worry about being tired. I’ll move instead,” he hums on your ear as he spreads your ass cheeks and pummels his cock wildly into your sensitive pussy.

You moan on his neck at the savage pace he starts with. “Shoyo, pleaseee. Sloweer mmmmm.”

“But why?” He whines. You can’t answer with how ferociously he’s rutting against you, his dick consistent with its swift thrusts. “Shit, your pussy feels amazing. So good, fuck.” His crude words of praise fan your pleasure that was rapidly filling your senses again.

He rams your hips down to meet one sharp thrust. You gasp from how deep his cock went inside you. “Aaah!”

“Do I make you feel good, y/n?”

You nod weakly as you grind slowly on his cock, desperate to chase your pleasure but too tired from your earlier stunt.

“Please, move,” you whisper with exhaustion.

“Tell me first. I want to hear it,” he demands.

“Too good, Shoyo. Your cock feels too good. So please, fuck me again already,” you shamelessly beg as his cock throbs inside you.

Instead of granting your plea, he takes his cock out and pulls you to lie underneath him. He parts your legs apart for him and jams his dick right back inside. That’s when he indulges you, thrusting his size in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

He leans down on you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands on the bed. “Do you like this, y/n?”

“I love it. Please please pleaaaaseee. Don’t stop mmmmmm,” you babble messily as your impending orgasm overwhelms you.

He clumsily kisses you, his teeth grazing your lips as slips his tongue in before covering his mouth with yours. He’s groaning relentlessly on your mouth while drilling his dick in your cunt. “You gonna cum?”

“Yeaass haaa.” Your moans become louder and louder each thrust. “Gonna cum like this? With-ugh-my cock inside you?”

His obscene words make you writhe beneath him. You arch your back from the intense pleasure. He dips down on one nipple and fervidly sucks it. “Gonna c-aahhhhhhh.” You thrash violently beneath him as your hands clench his to ground yourself from the explosive orgasm that he caused.

“Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, uhhh. Like that. Shit.”

His thrusts become erratic as he goes after his own orgasm while he milks yours. You hazily open your eyes and watch him chase his high with eyes shut and parted lips, animalistic pleasure taking over his features. He delivers one swift thrust and stays completely still, his dick twitching inside you as he cums.

You both pant heavily with him on top of you.

—

You open the door for him and bid him goodnight. Your legs feel like crap but you don’t want to just drive him away on his own.

“Thanks for tonight, Shoyo.”

You’re not sure what you’re thanking him for, the company or the sex. Maybe both.

“Um, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Will there really be a next time?” He asks apprehensively, totally different from his demeanor from your last moments in bed. It’s kinda amusing. You didn’t think he had that in him.

“You’ll still help me close up the diner, right?” You ask meaningfully.

He beams at you. “Of course.”

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Hi! I was wondering if you preferred Dick on his own or on a team (like the titans or outsiders)? I’ve been reading a lot of his stuff and I’m on the fence I think! I read all of the silver age titans which was a Joy but i just finished (speed reading I’ll admit) most of titans 1999 but I’ve found dick to be really intense and then he like kept secrets for a bit, I did enjoy a lot of it though! and I like him on a team a lot because he has others to help him when he gets too into his head (like Roy and Donna) and duh it’s good to have friends! but I also like him in solo stuff because I feel like he relaxes more because he doesn’t have other people to take responsibility for if that makes sense? I’m also starting NTT super soon so I’m excited for that and hope it’s a good balance of the two but I was curious about your thoughts on this since you’re like my favorite dick blog! Thanks :)

There's not one I necessarily prefer over the other. I find good moments in both his solo work and his team work.

Writers obviously portray Dick differently, but I think in general, Dick does tend to come off more serious when he's leading a team. That's because being the leader puts a lot of pressure and responsibilities on him. He's usually the one who has to come up with all the plans, and he's the one who has to make tough calls. Also, he was raised by Batman so Bruce's influence rubbed off on him in some ways. I made a post that kinda touches on this. I think it reflects Dick's behavior in Titans 1999.

The pro of him being in a team position is that he comes off very intelligent, strong, and competent. Other heroes respect him no matter his position, but when they're working with him on a team, they're quick to appreciate him and what he brings to the table in terms of experience, wisdom, and skill.

Rebirth Nightwing #29

Action Comics #841

Teen Titans Vol. 3 #33

JLA #69

The Brave and the Bold #15

With stuff like Outsiders, it's important to remember that Dick was written darker as a result of Donna's death. He considers the Titans family and watching them die under his leadership broke him. When he joined the Outsiders, he didn't want to form emotional bonds with this new team. Thinking of them as family would just hurt him down the line when/if one of them got hurt like Donna and Lilith did.

I always see Dick as a mixture of serious and playful whether he's solo or working with a team. He's not just one at all times. When there's downtime or a mission that involves some simple beatings, he's more personable and willing to joke. When there's a serious situation where death is more likely, the serious demeanor falls into place.

In Outsiders, Dick is serious when he's with the team, but he's playful and personable towards Roy at times. In Teen Titans, Dick is playful when they're giving some villains a beating, but he's very serious when Wally is hurt. In Nightwing, Dick is more chill when he's living his regular civilian life, and sometimes when he's out as Nightwing, his inner commentary is lighter. Like all things, his demeanor depends on the severity of the situation as well as whether the story is focusing on his civilian life or vigilante one.

When you get to New Teen Titans, I think you'll see that mixture. Yes, Dick is serious when he needs to be, but he also contributes quips, and he can have fun when the time allows for it. NTT does a good job of balancing the Titans's personal lives with their lives as crimefighters. That's why we get to see more of a variation in Dick's characterization, and that variation comes across in Dick's solo books as well.

I like to remember that Dick is essentially a mixture of both Batman and Superman. When you keep that in mind, it's a bit easier to understand what keeps Dick from acting completely like Superman and what keeps him from acting completely like Batman.

#Dick Grayson #solo books #team books #character analysis #characterization #anon

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Accidental Family

Hey folks! This is one of two fics for the six month celebration of this blog! Woohoo! Blood on the Ice is one of the most popular series I've written, and expanding it into Josie’s (@prohibitionincurls ) Winging It world with her was unbelievably fun. Disclaimer: one of the OCs has ADHD and it is a central theme of the story--while Josie based some of his characteristics on her own experience, we both recognize that this is not a one-size-fits-all situation. Thank you again for six amazing months, and I hope you enjoy!

Lots of love,

Eve <3

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“Oh my god, they’re gonna kill me,” the kid whispered in a wavering voice, sounding much younger than he actually was as he left the penalty box.

“They’re not going to kill you,” Bowie soothed, still watching the tunnel where Remus had disappeared mere minutes earlier. From what he saw, there had been a bit of blood, but the bruising didn’t look too bad. Then again, there had barely been enough time for anything to visibly swell before he was whisked away.

“Can I just stay in the box?” Felix cast a look toward the Lions bench and his voice cracked. “They can’t yell at me in the box, right?”

“Hey. Look at me, Marty.” Bowie took him by the shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. “The Lions are good guys. They’re not going to hurt you, but you did just fuck up one of their best friends. What would you do if someone hit me in the face?”

“Come on, man, I’m a terrible fighter. I don’t know how well I’d be able to defend your honor after something like that. It was an accident. Do you think they know it was an accident? Should I go tell them?”

“I know. They know. Loops definitely knows. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re a little cold at first.” He ruffled the rookie’s hair and turned back to the game; the Lions were moving fast and brutal, slicing right through their defense for yet another goal. Shit. Felix clearly felt bad enough already--losing the game wouldn’t make him feel any better.

They ended up losing the game.

Bowie had figured it might happen; he would have had the same fire if it had been his teammate that got clocked like that. Hell, he used to have the same fire when he and Remus had played together, so he completely understood.

That did not change the fact that once they got home, Felix was still borderline inconsolable. The 18-year-old wasn’t technically billeting with them, but the apartment he was renting just so happened to be in the same building, on the same floor, and right across the hall from his and Simon’s. This led to an informal adoption of the rookie and he was around their house at least five times a week, if not more.

Felix Martin was a good kid, and that idea was confirmed when Kronk immediately took a liking to him; the cat loved nobody but the three of them. Bowie was grateful that he and Simon were there to quell some of the homesickness that came from moving out to a new city on his own for the first time. The transition was always tough, but they could provide a little support.

They parted ways from the team when the bus got back from the rink and drove to their building in silence. Once they made their way up the stairs and down the hall, Felix moved to go back to his apartment.

“Nope,” Bowie said immediately, placing a hand on his shoulder and steering him through the door to his and Simon’s place. It wasn’t a good idea for Felix to be alone right now--there was nothing to do alone after a loss aside from beat himself up about it, and Bowie would be damned before he let that happen.

Simon and Kronk were perched on the couch, but they both moved into the kitchen as soon as the door clicked closed. Simon took one look at the pair and carefully wrapped his arms around Felix; the kid practically melted. The three of them stood there for a moment until Simon pulled back a bit and tilted his head toward the living room. Felix nodded and Bowie followed the two, sharing the couch with Simon while the rookie curled up in the large armchair diagonal to them.

He...well, if Bowie was being honest, Felix looked like hell. He chewed his lower lip like an anxious beaver and fiddled with the loose threads of the closest armrest; everything about him screamed discomfort. Bowie caught Simon’s worried glance in his periphery and let out a slow breath, trying to relieve at least a little of the tension in the room.

“You don’t have to relive it if you don’t want to. I saw the game. But if you want to talk about it…” Simon trailed off with a significant look.

Felix sighed and his shoulders caved in a bit. “It was just one of those moments. All of a sudden, I didn’t really have a grasp on what was going on, which feels like shit because I’ve been doing pretty well so far. I dunno. It was just...bad.”

That was it. Bowie knew Felix had seemed a little off. When Felix mentioned he had ADHD at the start of the season during one of their ‘getting to know your neighbor’ chats, Bowie hadn’t thought much of it. But as they grew closer, he began to notice when Felix forgot to eat or drink, or got overwhelmingly excited about something, or when he suddenly spaced out. It wasn’t just Felix being Felix.

The whole team stepped up and became intensely protective, of course. They not only helped him remember meal times, but also scheduling, directions, and everything in between. Bowie felt especially responsible for reasons he didn’t entirely understand--there was just something about the kid’s sweet heart that struck a chord.

He also knew that Felix was highly emotionally intelligent, but had no concept of whether people liked him or not. He was someone who assumed the worst, all the time. So, Bowie decided to do the only thing he knew would work: after a few more beats of uncomfortable silence, he pulled his phone out, tapped a few buttons, and pressed ‘call’.

“Hey, Remus, are you alive?”

An amused snort came from the speaker even as Felix blanched. “Hello to you, too, Bowie. Jeez, you’re worse than Sirius. I’m one hundred percent alive, just a little swollen. Your rookie’s got a helluva shot, but maybe tell the kid to hit the puck and not my face next time.”

Felix flushed red and put his face between his knees, though hearing the laughter in Remus’s voice and knowing that he was okay clearly took some of the weight off his shoulders. Bowie whooped internally and shot him a quick, reassuring smile.

“Yeah, the kid’s got spirit, but he’s also got ADHD. He’s great most of the time, but sometimes under extreme pressure he can’t figure out where the fuck he--or anything else around him--is. Something about focusing or neurons firing the wrong way, maybe? Either way, it’s why he’s a terrible fuckin’ driver.”

Felix flopped back against the chair with a groan. “How the hell am I supposed to know how far away the cars around me are based on the mirrors? And how am I supposed to park?!”

Remus’s laugh echoed once again. “Don’t ask me, kid, I’m not allowed to drive, either. Not because I’m ADHD, but because I’m terrible at it.”

“You can say that again!” a muffled voice called from behind Remus.

“Please excuse my fiance,” Remus said politely. “He’s a jackass who’s trying to make me lay down again.”

Felix smiled, though it was a bit pained. “I didn’t get a chance to apologize earlier. That stick was totally on me. And--I mean, I heard some of the guys talking afterward and it sounded like you got pretty banged up, so I’m really sorry. Like, really sorry.”

“Hey, woah, you’re fine,” Remus soothed. Bowie recognized his ‘talking to newbies’ voice and hid a smile in the cuff of his hoodie. “It’s the name of the game, after all. Did Bowie ever tell you about the time I accidentally checked him into a wall? Or when I broke his visor with a puck? For context, this was when we were on the same team.”

“Or that time you kicked my legs out from under me and sent me sprawling across the ice during practice.”

“That one was on purpose.”

Bowie glared at the phone, but Felix was snickering and his grin was genuine. It calmed him a bit. “Thanks, Loops.”

“No problem, kiddo.” Remus paused for a moment, then mumbled something inaudible to someone in the background before clearing his throat. “Bowie.”

“Yes?” Remus had never been a wild card, per se, but he certainly had a knack for asking strange questions out of the blue.

“Did you accidentally adopt a child or do my ears deceive me?”

Bowie was about to laugh at the absurdity of it, but then he took a moment to think, looking back and forth between Simon and Felix. “Fuckin’--maybe I did, Re, but he’s ours now. And if that’s the case, I’m going to formally request that you tell your fiance to quit being mean to my son.”

Remus laughed on the other end of the line. “Will do. Felix seems like a sweetheart, I’m glad he’s got you two.”

Bowie nodded with a slight smile, even though Remus couldn’t see him. “So are we. I can practically sense Sirius hovering, so go let your boyfriend fuss over you for a little while.”

An offended noise came from Remus’s side, followed by a lower laugh and the click of the call ending.

Simon looked Felix dead in the eyes. “I’m seconding the ‘kid’ thing. You may just barely be a legal adult, but it doesn’t mean we can’t adopt you. Congrats on your new gay dads.”

Felix’s bright laugh sent a wave of relief through Bowie. “You guys are only, like, eight years older than me.”

“Silence, spawn,” Simon said, pointing a playful finger at him as his grin widened into something sweet and lopsided. “Now both of you need to come eat something. I made cookies while you were getting pushed around for a living.”

Bowie was still worried about Remus’ face--he made a mental note to call the next day to check in--but all his concerns disappeared as Felix scooped the cat up for a snuggle and followed Simon into the kitchen. They may have lost the game, but he would lose a million Cups to keep that moment forever: his Simon fussing over them both, his cat purring in pure bliss, and his kid settling into place at last.

#remus lupin #sirius black #bowie #felix martin #simon #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove #coops #hockey #adhd #blood on the ice #found family #prohibitionincurls #collab #fanfic #my fic

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animefreak1145 · 3 years

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Adler Feels the Irony™️

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War—Deprogram Map Dialogue Analysis

Future Edits to be Made

The Deprogam Map is out and let me tell you guys, just from this little part of the map alone where you can hear Adler(and I think Hudson and Lazar and Mason) and most of the dialogue seems to be when he was torturing/brainwashing or about to do it with Bell. (Ha! So he did think of the irony didn’t he?)

I can hear sentences that seems to be when Adler himself was getting tortured and he was talking to himself. But some are just too hard to hear with my $20 headphones. 💀 I’m still trying to hear right now and writing each sentence down, there’s also dialogue from the main Campaign game. (Adler’s speech to Bell on the cliffs, when Adler carried Bell back to the safehouse after Cuba, Adler talking to Bell on their Mk-Ultra trip, Park explaining side effects of brainwashing)

And than there’s sentences where it’s clear it’s Mason talking to Adler as they’re trying to deprogram him.

There is also direct sentences from the Cinematic trailers(Adler taking Stitch’s eye out, Brainwashed!Adler telling team at satellite they don’t know the war they’re fighting)

There are other sentences throughout the map in different parts that become clearer. Once you enter the red door for example and go to the lab where Bell previously was and where Adler now basically is, just another type of lab, the sentences with Mason become clearer.

I’m going to split the sentences between who I think said what based on voices alone(I have to admit, I got confused between Mason and Adler’s voice at some points. It can be so hard to hear 😭)

Let’s start with Mason. What I have so far anyways. Again, this is clearly when he’s trying to deprogram Adler.

I have question marks where there’s a word missing I can’t make out or don’t understand.

Mason

“More Hudson. Now’s not the time to be gentle!”

“What did they do to you in Laos?”

“Focus. You need to focus.”

“What did you do?”

“I know it hurts, Adler. You have to hold on.”

“You’ve got a fucking job to do, Adler.”

“Another round. Pump him.”

“Keep fighting, Adler.”

“We’re not done yet.”

“You’re a tough sunovabitch, Adler. You’re not done yet.”

“Don’t you die on me, you bastard.”

“It’s now or never, Adler.”

“He’s drifting.”

“Fuck, we’re losing him!”

“He’s hurt, but he’ll hang on. He has to.”

“It’s been two days. How long can you keep this up?”

“The pain is difficult, isn’t it?”

“Should’ve let us help you.”

“Why did you take the data recorder in Algeria? What was your plan?”

“I’m doing everything I can, Hudson!”

“Vietnam. Russia. The Pines. You have to remember, Adler!”

“A man on a fucking mission. Oh yeah, I can understand that, at least.”

“You just had to go fuckin’ AWOL, didn’t you?”

“It’s not over yet.”

“Stitch fucked him up good. Was I like this?”

“You were never alone, Adler. Only in your own stubborn head.”

And my personal favorite:

“He spent so long searching for Perseus, he didn’t notice he lost himself.”

That’s all I could understand from Mason’s side. As of now. Again, his dialogue is clearer when you go through the Red Door and you are in the lab.

Now to Adler. I’m not going to mention the campaign dialogue he has(the speech about it being nothing personal, Bell’s a hero, talking about Bell’s Red Door and etc.) Although I do find it interesting he’s thought and has been thinking what he has said to Bell or about Bell. Really interesting. Also, when he says those things, the text is in red. As in for an enemy. Nor will I say the dialogue that I can remember from the cinematic trailers released(this is for weaver, you don’t get the war we’re fighting, etc.).

Here’s what I got. And the situation he’s in when saying this dialogue seems to be mixed from when he was with Bell. Or in reference to what he did to Bell. Or time with Stitch.

Adler

“Let’s get started.”

“Got a good feeling about today.”

“If I can’t get through this, Perseus wins.”

“I guess I’ll finish this job myself.”

“We have a job to do.”

“Don’t thank me!”

“They’re not responding, dial it up!”

“It’s been two days, how long can you keep this up?”

“Let’s hope it was worth it.”

“Not yet!”

“With Perseus, standard operating procedures go out the window, son.”

“We’ll do whatever it takes.”

There’s other dialogue that I think it’s him saying it, but I can’t be sure. There’s stray dialogue that doesn’t repeat as often as the others and it doesn’t help it’s hard to hear. The subtitles don’t capture the hushed sentences.

Lazar

“Adler’s late.”

“Do you think he suspects anything?”

“I wish there was another way. You got this though.”

I think Lazar said this to Bell when they were about to go in the MK-Ultra trip after Cuba. Interesting Adler has this in his head.

The second one…I honestly have no clue what or who Lazar is talking about here. It’s either this is confirmation that Bell as male is canon and it’s about them or it’s another instance. Still, this really shows Lazar and Adler were close if Lazar is in his head.

Park’s dialogue is about the brainwashing and how the subject’s will and mind has to be broken. So what she said in the campaign. But her text is also in red as she says it.

This next few sentences, I can’t tell who said it so please help if someone can either 1) Make it out and 2) who said it.

(?)

“Please, help yourself.” (This is Adler but I only heard it once. It’s a rare dialogue.)

“…(?) Now’s not the time to be chatting!” (Also Adler, but again, rare dialogue. Sounds real pissy though so I can only imagine both this and the above is about Bell. So much good cop AND bad cop.)

“Get back! Give them/him another dose!” (Adler/Mason. I honestly can’t tell. It’s too hard between them.)

“We launched out of there late.” (Just heard this one. Sounds like Hudson again. Again can’t tell. Another rare dialogue but it was clear so I know that’s what it said.)

This is all I have so far. If I hear something, I’ll add it. Or if someone corrects me. Cause I legit can’t hear. 😭

There’s also Stitch saying numbers, but I only heard that when you first spawn in with the red door. There’s other things I noticed in this map but that’s another analysis. This is just for the dialogue.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

(Sorry I’ve been MIA, I deleted tumblr to help with my addiction but I’ve been just using browser instead 😭 I’ll respond and look through things now. Cause it seems I’m going to analyze Deprogram awhile.)

@smokeywhalee @salvija @weirdoartist21 @parkeepingparker @samatedeansbroccoli @tr1ppylady

#this is too much #I CANT FREAKIN HEAR #call of duty #russell adler #bell #call of duty cold war #cod bell #cod russell adler #cod:bocw #cod analysis #call of duty analysis #cod:bocw analysis #cod analysis deprogam map #cod deprogam map

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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What clone boys (+ the bad batch boys) looking for in their s/o? What is their ideal s/o?

Well, I kinda sorta went nuts with this question and got just a liiiitle carried away... oops...

Cody would be impressed by someone who could take charge of a messy situation or unruly group of people. He'd like someone who is independent and self-sufficient; he recognizes he may not always be there for them and wants to know they can take care of themselves. When he is around, he wants them to feel like a team, partners who are in sync, share the same goals, and make up for what the other lacks. He is attracted to good leadership skills, but turned off by cockiness.

Rex needs someone he can walk through life with side-by-side as equals, no exhausting power dynamics. He'd like someone who is dedicated to their beliefs and goals, but also someone who knows how to let loose and have a bit of (responsible) fun. He wants to know he can be himself around them, whether it's having an honest, soul-baring conversation or just acting really silly for no reason than because they can. He is attracted to good-humored attitudes, but turned off by shallow-ness.

Wolffe would be into someone with style and sass, someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind or stand up for what's right. He'd like someone who is fearless and passionate, but also full of hope, who will meet his glass-half-empty attitude with unwavering and inspiring optimism. He may butt heads with his S/O from time to time, but they keep him honest and he does appreciate them for it, even if he looks unamused. He is attracted to wit, but turned off by self-centeredness.

Fox likes someone who is warm and friendly, someone who embodies the spirit of the word home. They would need to be dependable, loyal, and a real sweetheart. He is a true romantic at heart and would continue to "woo" his S/O even after they got together, so they would need to be appreciative of such gestures. After a tough day or mission, he'd rather go home to someone who can help him relax and maybe laugh a little. He is attracted to stability, but turned off by laziness.

Fives would fall for someone with a zest for life and a great sense of humor. They don't need to be chipper all the time; in fact, he appreciates someone who takes things seriously and who will fight for what is right, even when it's hard. But he also needs someone he can have fun with, who can find the joy in any situation, and maybe even get into a bit of innocent trouble from time to time. They would be his best friend. His other half. He is attracted to liveliness but turned off by ditziness.

Jesse is drawn to the sweet, innocent types, someone who would get flustered by his flirting in the cutest of ways. He likes the feeling of being depended on and would take that duty very seriously. He's secretly a sensitive guy and would need someone he feels safe with, who would listen to his feelings without judgment and encourage him to be the best he can be. He really doesn't want to argue with his S/O. He is attracted to pretty smiles and turned off by stubbornness.

Kix admires someone who isn't afraid of honest, hard work, who will not hesitate to roll up their sleeves and do what is needed. But he'd also like someone with a flirty side, who could really surprise him and keep his days interesting. It's important to him that his S/O gets along with his brothers in the 501st, even allowing their free time to be spent with the battalion. He is a family-oriented guy and would need his partner to be, too. He is attracted to spontaneity, but turned off by recklessness.

Tup would like to be with someone who is more reserved, who can be a constant and steady presence in his life without being overwhelming or controlling. He is a bit withdrawn and struggles to feel understood sometimes, so he'd need someone who is patient with him, and comfortable with a less-intimate relationship. He'd be intrigued by someone creative or artistic, as well, and would be their biggest fan. He is attracted to gentleness and turned off by impulsiveness.

Hardcase would dig someone who can keep up with him, someone who is vibrant and always ready for an adventure. He wouldn't mind if they were chaotic or didn't have their life figured out; they could grow and learn together. When others try to hold him back, his S/O would encourage him to keep pushing; they'd be his cheerleader, and he'd be theirs. He finds it really sexy when someone puts themselves out there, both physically and emotionally. He is attracted to spunk and turned off by passiveness.

Dogma prefers someone who is rational and level-headed, maybe a little book-smart or nerdy. He wants to be able to have interesting and meaningful conversations with someone, about anything and everything. He likes someone who takes on quiet responsibilities, not needing to be seen in order to help. He also likes a level of tenderness; nothing too flirty or passionate, just simple and caring. He is attracted to humility and turned off by emotional reactions.

Echo has a soft spot for someone who is charismatic but compassionate, someone who uses their people-driven attitude to be hospitable and generous. He'd like to be with someone who's a little more outgoing than him, but not someone he'd have to keep up with. They would need to be polite and thoughtful, and always willing to communicate, even when it's awkward. He would want to share everything with them. He is attracted to candor but turned off by demanding attitudes.

Hunter wants someone who is easygoing and laid-back, who is uncomplicated and doesn't get caught up in drama or chaos. Someone who makes it clear what they think and what they want, rather than withdrawing or leaving him to make his own assumptions. They would be easy to be in a relationship with. But he does enjoy a good adventure, so it's important that they are active in that regard, too. He is attracted to wholesomeness and turned off by high-maintenance personalities.

Wrecker would be smitten with someone who meets his strength and brutality with softness and gentleness, who is a good balance for his rather intense way of living. They can't be timid in any way, though, because he'll challenge them to try new things. As long as they're a good sport, even if they're out of their element, he'll be very happy. They'd need to have a nice laugh, too, and he'd make it his personal mission every day to hear it. He is attracted to femininity and turned off by cowardliness.

Crosshair is interested in someone who lives their life honestly and sincerely, who is deeply kind but won't let themselves be walked over. Someone who accepts him for who he is but also challenges him when he's being too stubborn or unfair. They would be his rock in life, a person he will always seek out to have by his side. Their maturity puts him at ease and he never has to worry about them or doubt his worth in their eyes. He is attracted to confidence but turned off by popularity.

Tech would fancy someone who looks at the world with wide eyes, who asks questions and listens with their whole heart. They do not need to be super smart or an academic, but they do need to have curiosity and passion. He'd bond with someone over shared interests, but would be equally thrilled to learn something new from someone knowledgeable in other areas. Looks would hardly matter to him; it's their mind he'd fall in love with. He is attracted to talent and turned off by apathy.

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mint-yooxgi · 3 years

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{6} - Obsession

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 3,742

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It's finally here! Yay! After months of waiting, I really hope you all enjoy the update as well as what I have planned for the rest of the series. So, since this is posted on a Friday, Friday's will be Obsession posting days, but every two weeks! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Previous ~ Next

“How did you-“

“Find you? Get in?” He cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “Tracking you was the easy part. All I had to do was follow your scent. Once I picked up on that, I found this quant abode here and waited to see if you would actually show up. Once you did, I knew I had you. You’re cautious, I’ll give you that, but I’m quicker.”

Your eyes narrow as he stands up from the chair. Who knows how long he’s known about this place, and if he can find it, then his original most certainly can, too. You need answers, and you’ll make sure he give them to you.

“How long?”

“About three days,” he hums, nonchalantly.

“Why wait until now to make your move?” You watch him carefully, analyzing every move he makes as he starts to pace the opposite side of your room slowly, each step deliberately dragged out.

The grip you have on the blade in your hand tightens.

“It’s the perfect time, is it not?” Suho quirks a brow in amusement. You’ve never seen him act like this before, an air of arrogance surrounding him as he takes another step. “We’ve successfully infiltrated the compound. The morale of the team is failing, and you’re upset about the ring. What better time to make my appearance than now when I can make the first move? Tell me, has my other self offered you solace yet?”

“You should know,” you retort, shoulders tense.

“I bet he was livid when he found out you didn’t trust him with something as important, as precious to you as that ring. I know I was,” he chuckles, halting his movements for the time being in favour of turning to face you head on. “Let me guess, he told you not to hesitate to call him for anything at all.”

Your breath hitches slightly at the way he says those words, exactly as Junmyeon had said them earlier that same day. A smirk dances on his features: he’s got you.

“If only my original wasn’t such a coward,” he tuts. “We could have been together by now, but no. He’s too concerned about appearances and whatnot.”

“He’s doing better than you,” you counter, and he quirks a brow, clearly amused by your pointed tone.

“Don’t lie to yourself, love,” in an instant, he has you pinned to the wall, hand gripping your one wrist firmly enough to have you dropping your grip on the blade you’re holding. The blade falls to the floor with a small clatter. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his breath ghost your ear, his voice low as he says, “I could hear your heart racing in excitement all the way across the room.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your voice is low in response, playing him at his own game as your own breath hits his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Now, get off of me before I make you.”

You’re surprised by his bold actions, but also, from the way he’s been acting, you’ve been expecting him to get in closer any minute. You’d prefer not to be in this position with him for much longer, but perhaps you can use it to your advantage. It’s not like you’re enjoying all of this back and forth.

However, to a pair of prying eyes looking in from the darkness of the foliage outside your window, this position you find yourself in appears in quite the contrast to how you really feel on the inside.

“I’d like to see you try,” you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he drags his nose along the column of your neck, pushing his body even further into yours as he keeps you pinned against the wall. His free hand that had previously been holding onto your waist drifts lower, grabbing the underside of your one thigh and tugging it up so your leg comes to wrap around his waist. He’s only ever dreamed of being in this sort of position with you, and now that he is, he wants to savour the feeling for as long as he can.

“Suho,” your voice is nothing but a warning, and you can feel him tense against you, a sigh falling from his lips.

“Again, with that name,” he leans back slightly, just enough to be able to stare into your eyes properly. “I’d prefer it if you called me by my name, love.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want to until you get off of me,” you retort, and though you can see the amusement shining in his eyes, he reluctantly lets you go, taking a few steps back to give you some space. Rubbing at your wrist which had been previously held in his grip, you eye him warily, but you play along. For now. “Thank you, Junmyeon.”

A smug smile tugs at his lips, “there, now, was that so hard?”

You stare at him for a moment, adjusting your stance until you feel the coolness of the metal from the blade against your foot. In the blink of an eye, you manage to drop your body in a roll, grabbing the blade, once more holding it in your hand. Your stare is cold as you remain crouched low to the ground, holding the blade in front of you firmly.

“What is it that you want?” You ask, hearing him let out another sigh at your behaviour.

“I thought I- we made that obvious,” he replies, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You.”

“Then why go to all this trouble to get me? Why not just take me now?”

“It’s like we’ve already said, we want you to come to us rather than us just taking you, but we will resort to those means if necessary.” He says.

“Even if that means hurting me?” This time, it’s your turn to quirk a brow.

“We wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you,” he replies with no hesitation. “The others, on the other hand, are fair game.”

“You of all people should know that hurting them would be like hurting me, no matter how you try and frame it,” you say. “Besides, what’s to stop me from plunging this dagger into my own heart right here, right now?”

“Ah, yes, your seemingly noble act of self-sacrifice,” he hums. “Go ahead, I won’t stop you this time. The others aren’t around to do anything about it either.”

“You seem confident I won’t do it,” flipping the dagger, you point the tip at your chest and you notice him falter slightly before righting himself once more. Seems he’s had a change of heart.

“You may talk big, but you and I both know that you don’t want to die,” Suho’s voice is level, confident in what he’s saying. “No matter how brave of a face you put on, I know the truth. The thought of death terrifies you.”

You grit your teeth, grip becoming so tight on the blade your hand starts to cramp. How he knows this fact is beyond you, and you’re shocked he’d even bring it up at all. Sure you may put on a tough facade for your team most of the time, but he’s right. Death has always terrified you, but your sense of duty has always overpowered that fear.

“Your silence speaks volumes, love,” he smirks, moving over to the patio doors attached to your room. His eyes catch a slight movement as he slides the door open, a gentle breeze drifting through the room as he turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder. “You have three days, and then we’re coming for you. You best be ready for when that time comes.”

Without another word, he’s disappeared, nothing but your open patio door serving as a reminder to what has just transpired in your room moments before.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you release the breath you had unwillingly been holding. The dagger in your hand falls to the floor once more as you relax your tense muscles. Everything has just gotten that much more complicated.

Clearing your mind in the next moment, you stand quickly, locking your patio doors and moving to set your alarm. The last thing you need is another unexpected visit from one of the other clones today.

Picking the blade back up, you keep it at your side as you walk through your house. Doing the only thing you can think of at this time to do, you call Kyungsoo.

Explaining the situation to him takes no more than two minutes, and you can hear him exhale loudly on the other end of the phone.

“You know what this means, right?” He asks, and you can hear some shuffling coming from his end.

“I am aware, yes,” you reply, running a hand over your face as you stare at your tired reflection in the hallway mirror. “I could use all the help I can get at this point.”

“We’ll be there in less than an hour,” is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead. Trust Kyungsoo to always be on top of things when stuff like this happens. Now, all that’s left to do is wait until they arrive.

Meanwhile, as soon as he ends the call with you, Kyungsoo lets out another sigh. You just can’t seem to catch a break.

“What’s wrong?” Yixing peeks his head over the monitors at Kyungsoo.

“Get Minseok, we’re leaving,” is the only reply he gets. “I’ll explain on the way.”

The two share a look, and it’s enough for Yixing to understand that this is about you. Something’s happened, and he knows it’s serious if Kyungsoo refuses to even divulge the topic while at the compound. Too many prying eyes, and ears for that matter.

Not even ten minutes later, the three of them are all packed into Kyungsoo’s car, heading straight to the highway in order to get to your place. Granted, they did have to dodge some questions from your strike team about where they’re going. Luckily, they managed to escape without too many suspicions raised. At least, that’s what they think.

“Is it just me, or are the techs all suspiciously acting real close to (Y/n) all of a sudden?” Baekhyun voices as the six of them go over their stations once more to make sure they didn’t miss filing anything that got stolen by the clones.

“Jun, Dae and I did sort of walk in on them talking about something in her office yesterday,” Sehun recalls, tapping the pen he’s holding on the bottom of his chin as he recalls the hushed whispers he had heard through the door. “It sounded important.”

“You guys don’t think something else has happened regarding our clones, has it?” Jongin furrows his brow in concern, sharing a look with each of his teammates.

“I don’t think they’re being completely honest with us,” Junmyeon adds, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Shouldn’t we give them the benefit of the doubt, though?” Chanyeol reasons, resting the clipboard he’s holding on his hip. “They are our teammates, I’m sure they’d tell us if it were important.”

“Baekhyun’s right,” Jongdae says, and all eyes turn to look at him. “Clearly there’s an air of distrust between us, especially now that the clones have infiltrated the compound and taken her ring.”

“What ring?” Jongin’s brow furrows even further in confusion. So far, he’s the only one who hasn’t received an explanation for it. “You mean the one she came in seething about today while we were in interrogation?”

“Yeah,” Jongdae confirms. “If Kyungsoo was the only other one beside me who knew about it, and Yixing and Minseok are practically uninvolved in this, I’d say they’re probably the people she trusts most right now.”

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun huffs.

“Like it or not, Jongdae’s right,” Junmyeon sighs.

“Wait, hold up,” Jongin interjects. “Will one of you please explain this ring to me?”

“It was her grandmother’s ring, given to her to give to the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with,” Sehun explains, a slight daze falling over his features as he recounts everything you told them. Once he’s done explaining, Jongin falls silent.

“Oh,” he breathes, the same thoughts coursing through his head as with the others when they first learnt of this ring. “Well, clearly we need to find the clones and get this ring back as soon as we can.”

“That’s the plan,” Chanyeol nods, only causing Baekhyun to frown with the growing tension now engulfing the room. Each of them want to be the one to get that ring back and destroy their clones first to prove to you that they are the one that is worthy to be yours.

“We need to work together, lest we want to fall apart,” Jongdae says, somewhat hesitantly.

A brief silence settles over the six of them, a few of them nodding their agreement. However, each pair of eyes holds wariness in them, not knowing if they can trust each other to the extent that they have in the past.

“Who’s going to give her the ring back when we find it?” Baekhyun asks, and it’s like someone has stolen all the air from the room as soon as the words leave his lips.

“I am,” both Jongdae and Junmyeon answer at the same time, immediately turning to glare at the other in response.

“I’m her second in command, it would make sense for me to return it to her in the end,” Junmyeon explains.

“And I was the one who got her into this mess with the ring in the first place, so it would make most sense if I’m the one to return it to her,” Jongdae counters.

“You just want to make yourself look like the hero in her eyes,” Junmyeon narrows his eyes at Jongdae, a silent warning to not challenge him right now.

“Like you’re any different,” Jongdae scoffs, standing up from his seated position on the bench. “You’re just hoping she’ll tell you to keep the ring once you present it back to her.”

“Now wait just a fucking minute-” this time, its Baekhyun who stands, a fire lit behind his eyes as the six of them begin to argue over who will get to present you your ring once they get it back.

With each passing minute, their voices grow louder. So much so, that their shouting can be heard all the way from outside the room, though half of it is incoherent. By the time another person enters the room, Chanyeol has Sehun pinned against the wall, sparks are dancing along Jongdae’s fingertips as Junmyeon takes a fighting stance, and Baekhyun is reaching for his switchblade to point at Jongin’s throat.

“Enough!” Dahyun’s voice booms across the room, successfully startling the six men out of their blind rage. “Now, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but you’re all acting like wild animals. No, even wild animals have more decency than you guys right now. There is a crisis going on here, the last thing we need is to be infighting with one another. Pull yourselves together! Go home and get some rest; take a breather and start fresh tomorrow. There are bigger things at play here than what meets the eye.”

At her words, they all straighten themselves out. Sehun, Chanyeol and Jongin hang their heads slightly in shame, while Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Jongdae all scowl.

“Good,” she nods once she sees that they’ve all calmed down somewhat. “Oh, and by the way, you two,” she motions to Jongdae and Jongin, “are cleared. Now, I repeat, go home and get some rest. We all need it.”

Without another word, she exits the room, leaving the six of them in a tense silence.

As each of them pack up for the evening, all of their minds are on one thing. Proving themselves to you by making sure that they are the only one to get your ring back for you.

Meanwhile, back at your place, you’ve just finished letting Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing in. Quickly locking your door once more, you turn to face the men now standing in your hallway, two with looks of awe on their faces as they take in your house.

“Damn, (Y/n), didn’t know you had a home away from home,” Minseok muses, quirking a brow at you playfully.

“Maybe we should ‘stay with Kyungsoo’ more often, too,” Yixing jokes, causing you to crack a tense smile.

“Surprise,” you chuckle humourlessly, motioning with your head for them to head to the living room so you can all talk.

“Have you-“

“Already triple checked for bugs and any possible changes to my security system,” you cut Kyungsoo off. “I found none, but you’re free to check while I fill these two in.”

A nod is all you receive from Kyungsoo as you make it to your living room and sit on the couch, motioning for both Yixing and Minseok to join you. It takes about ten minutes to fill the two of them in since they kept asking questions. That, and you kept having to explain how you have this house, and why Kyungsoo was the only one to know about it. By the time you’re done, Kyungsoo rejoins the three of you.

“The good news is I found nothing,” he confirms what you’ve already deduced, you nodding to him in thanks.

“That’s good,” Yixing says, turning back to look at you.

“Hang on, I’m still not done processing what you’ve just told me about Suho,” Minseok shakes his head in disbelief. “That bastard did what?”

“Pinned me against the wall and grabbed my thigh to wrap my leg around his waist,” you reply calmly.

Kyungsoo’s eyes flash, “you failed to mention the leg part in your explanation earlier.”

“Did I?” You huff. “My bad.”

“Well, it’s very clear that you’re no longer safe here,” Yixing says. “At least by yourself.”

“That much is for certain,” you huff, leaning back on the couch.

“You’re still safer here than with one of us at our place,” Minseok notes, hand coming up to hold his chin as he thinks.

“That’s true, but who’s to say Junmyeon won’t do the exact same thing his clone did?” Yixing observes.

“I think Junmyeon has a little more dignity than his clone,” Kyungsoo adds. “Or at least, a little more respect for his captain.”

“I’d say so,” you sigh, bringing your one hand up to rub at your eyes. “He said I have three days. That means we only have two and a half to find them before they come for me. If that at all.”

“Already working on it,” Kyungsoo replies, pulling out his laptop from his bag. “Though I haven’t found much since this morning.”

“What program are you using?” Minseok leans over, watching as Kyungsoo types away on his laptop.

The two of them start conversing back and forth, working out the best means to find the clones before something else happens. Yixing takes this time to move beside you on the couch, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft, expression showing nothing but concern for you.

“I will be,” you exhale a long breath.

“If those bastards so much as lay another finger on you…” he lets his threat linger in the air, eyes cold and unforgiving as they narrow at the wall.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Yixing,” you grin halfheartedly. “I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“Either way, you shouldn’t be left by yourself anymore,” Minseok pipes up from beside Kyungsoo. You weren’t even aware he had been listening in.

“I agree,” Kyungsoo nods, not taking his eyes off of his screen for a moment.

“We should come up with a schedule then,” Yixing nods.

“Well, the others still think I’m staying at Kyungsoo’s place, so we have to time it so in case they go over to his place, he’s there when he’s supposed to be,” you comment, and you see them nod in understanding.

“So, night shifts?” Minseok turns to look at Kyungsoo, who glances up briefly and then proceeds to nod once before going back to focussing on his laptop. “Cool, then Yixing and I can rotate mornings and afternoons.”

“Sounds good to me,” Yixing says with a faint smile.

“You guys really don’t need to be doing this for me, you know,” you tell them, and you’re taken aback at the intensity of their stares as they all whip their heads to look at you.

“Of course we do,” Minseok replies, standing up from his position to come sit on your opposite side. “Your safety is our number one priority.”

“Okay, but I need at least one afternoon off per week,” you joke and they smirk along with you.

“Whatever you need, we’ll provide for you,” Yixing assures you, squeezing your shoulder lightly.

“Thanks guys,” you smile weakly, the stress of the whole situation weighing down on your shoulders even more so than before. Now, you can’t even be in your own home without worrying a clone will appear unannounced. “I really appreciate it.”

“Like we said,” Minseok pats your back reassuringly, “it’s no problem.”

The rest of the evening is spent finalizing the rotation schedule for the next three days. You’ve all agreed to take the next few days off just to be safe. Unless there’s an emergency, or something that one of them needs to grab, like equipment, none of you will be going into the compound for work.They’ll make sure nothing, no one can break into your house again. At least, not while they’re around.

The longer they spend with you, the better you feel. It’s nice to have the three of them there with you, not only for protection, but also for the company as well. If you were by yourself, you’d probably be extra paranoid right now. With good reason, too, for you have yet to notice that extra pair of eyes watching you, lurking just outside your house. Someone that your security system just can’t seem to pick up on.

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“who do you believe?”; l.h.

Disclaimer: i didn’t want to write sierra as a bad person because i personally cannot see that, and i know there’s some discourse about her within in the fandom but i don’t want any of that here! so i named the girlfriend after a girl who bullied me in elementary school lol (but another disclaimer: i do not want to see any hate towards the boys’ s/o! pls don’t send any asks that talks bad about them, i will not answer them!)

thank you for requesting! :^)

a/n: while transfering this from microsoft word, the formatting kept screwing up for some reason so if there are some janky paragraphs, i apologize! not too comfortable with this one compared to my previous fic (this feels rushed) but it is long and i did not mean for that to happen lol. enjoy!

if there are any mistakes, please tell me!

pairing(s): not really a mention of luke hemmings x reader but it’s mostly luke hemmings x named gf (rachel/oc) (gender neutral but if i slipped up, please let me know!)

summary: having known luke for years, it was bound to happen eventually. the crush you developed happened before you could stop it, and you did your best to keep it a secret. you told no one, did your best not to show it, so what do you do when his girlfriend finds out?

genre: angst, and mostly angst >:^)

warnings: swearing, luke’s gf being mean, bullying?

wc: 4,057 (she’s a long one)

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You don’t know when it happened, or frankly how it happened, but one thing is for sure: you don’t want to feel this way.

Was it when he bought you a stuffed animal version of a pet you had as a kid, one that you remember so fondly and still tear up about it to this day? Or was it when he would always bring back a certain candy you can only find in its country of origin, and bring as much as customs would allow? Maybe it was when he printed out every photo he could find from the beginning of your friendship to the present day (at that time) and made a scrapbook for your birthday since you cherish memories?

Whatever memory it was, you want to track it down and destroy it. It wasn’t fair that you developed such strong feelings for your best friend, knowing he doesn’t feel the same since he’s taken.

It’s not that he isn’t attractive – far from that because if anything, you wish you could draw just so you can draw him because there’s no way someone can look that good – but it’s more of the fact that he’s your best friend, someone you hold dear to you.

You two grew up together; saw each other’s worst phases, styles, and embarrassing moments (it was well documented towards the middle of the scrapbook). He was with you when you went through bad break-ups, and you with him. Throughout school, you two were inseparable, and when the band got big he made sure to keep you close and to never lose contact. It was hard in the beginning but you two managed.

Now finished with college, you’ve taken on the role of working with the team when they’re on tour and helping plan aesthetics for the next album. He offered the jobs after you struggled to find a job after graduation, and in the end, you enjoyed being with the guys and doing the tasks needed.

Tonight, the band was set to play their new album to an intimate crowd. It was to welcome back old fans and welcome new fans, introducing both sides to a new sound they worked hard on. You couldn’t be any more proud.

You sat on the couch as the guys walked around the room, pepping themselves up and hyping each other. You had finished doing your tasks with the crew and spent your free time watching the band prepare as the audience began to fill in the theater seats.

A nudge on your arm makes you direct your eyes from Michael styling his hair with a nervous expression to the person on your left.

“What’s up?” you asked, smiling at the curly-haired individual.

Luke shrugs, glancing around the room before his eyes land back on you. He has a small smile on his face as he leans back onto the couch, “Nothing.”

You scoff, shaking your head with a smile, “Yeah, sure, ‘nothing,’” you mimic, tilting your head to the side, “I doubt that.”

“What do you want me to say?”

You give him an incredulous look, crossing your arms as you turn to face him. You can tell he’s nervous, like the rest of the team and the band, but he won’t admit it. He’s always wanted others to view him as strong and unbothered, especially when those around him feel off.

He mirrors your position, a smirk on his lips because he knows you’re about to lecture him.

And he’s right.

“Your band has a new album out in a couple of days—an album you guys have worked hard on even when your management gave you shit, mind you—and you’re about to perform a majority of the songs in front of 500. Are you not nervous?”

He shakes his head, smugly smiling as he returns to his position leaning against the couch, watching Ashton dry the wet ends of his hair.

“Liar,” you mumble, uncrossing your arms and taking your phone out to check the time.

“Alright,” Luke sighs, giving in, “maybe I’m a little nervous, but I’m not a wreck.”

He’s still a liar. The success of their last album was astounding, so creating an album to reach that level and hopefully top it was hard enough. Playing it in front of an intimate crowd who may or may not like it was tough.

Luke isn’t cocky. He’s a humble man, but he likes to joke around in stressful situations. He’s used to concerts, so he doesn’t have any anxiety when it comes to performing. But when he is nervous for any reason, he won’t show it. He’ll act cool, completely collected with his head held high in confidence. If he needs to relieve the stress, he’ll either do it himself with a strong pep talk, or he’ll go to you.

“What are you nervous about?” You ask, wanting to make him feel better.

“Will they like it? Will it even chart? Is it too bold?” he continues listing out his insecurities about the album and the performance, finally lifting everything off his chest.

And you listen. The way his eyes stare into yours with slight confidence, covered by worry makes your heart sore. Luke’s kept everything inside and now that he’s listing his grievances, it makes you wonder just what else you can get out of him that he’s kept buried inside.

However, before you can give him your insight on this particular problem, “Luke!”

His head immediately turns to the door, the worry in his eyes fading out into sheer happiness and adoration. Something you’ve always wanted to see directed towards you.

Luke stands arms wide as he captures his girlfriend in his arms for a hug. Her arms wrap around his waist as his arms go around her shoulders, dipping his head down to kiss her on the head.

“I can’t believe you made it!” you hear him speak with excitement, expressing more words of happiness as he guides her to another part of the room.

You don’t miss the way her eyes glare in your direction, and you’re not afraid to give her a look back.

Rachel was nice when you met her. You actually liked her, despite your crush on Luke, and you were rooting for the two. But, a couple months ago during a stressful week, she turned on you. Her attitude towards you shifted, almost as if you had disrespected her and her bloodline. She would always act as if you weren’t in the room, and when plans were made with the boys, she would “accidentally” leave you out. It was embarrassing for you when you’d find out your friends went out, calling you to find out why you didn’t come. Due to the embarrassment, you would go along with it, making up some excuse as to why you were absent.

None of the boys, to your knowledge at least, have caught on to her antics, and you honestly hope they don’t. Whatever it is you did to her, you want to find out for yourself so you can fix it.

With a sigh, you stand from the couch, stretching your arms briefly before wandering to Calum, who stood in the shower room connected to the dressing room.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a warm smile.

He smiles back, finishing his drink before tossing the plastic cup in the trash. He grabs his bass, which was placed on the counter, and holds it out to you.

“You want me to see if it sounds out of tune?” you jokingly ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I feel like one of the chords might be flat.”

You chuckle as you pluck a random chord. His instruments are always tuned before it’s time to play. One of his pre-show nervous ticks was the constant doubt of his instruments being playable.

“It’s fine, Calum.”

The doubt shows on his face as he brings his guitar back to himself, putting it on and checking the chords himself, but it doesn’t last long as Ashton’s voice calls everyone to the center of the room.

Walking with Calum to where the rest of the crew was, you notice how attached Luke was to Rachel. Joint at the hip, arms wrapped around each other; it was annoying.

“Show starts in ten,” Ashton gains your attention, holding up a cup as Michael hands Calum a similar cup before doing the same to Luke. The three follow the drummer’s action as he continues, “let’s make this show fuckin’ awesome.”

The crew cheers, dying down quickly as Michael gives his thoughts, “We worked our asses off for this album, I don’t have any doubts about it. We got this, guys!”

The cheers resume as those with a drink take a celebratory sip before placing their empty cup on a surface near them.

Calum leaves your side to join Michael while Ashton heads to you.

“You excited?” he asks, putting his right arm around your shoulders with a large smile.

“Yeah!” you return the smile, “What about you? Nervous like the others?”

He shakes his head, crinkling his nose, “I’m not too nervous. I’m just happy to play again.”

You’re about to ask him what song he was the most excited to play, starting to get into the conversation but yet again you are interrupted by Rachel.

“Hey, Ash,” she greets him, Luke following close behind her as his arms make their way back around her shoulders again.

“Hi, Rachel,” Ashton nods his head at her – his eyes dance to Luke briefly before returning to Rachel’s, “didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Couldn’t miss your big show,” she smiles, looking up at her boyfriend as she pats his stomach.

Luke laughs, gently pushing her hand away from him, “I’m surprised, too—“ he grabs the guitar a crew member hands him, left arm lifting itself from Rachel’s shoulder as he slips the strap over his head, “—because her schedule did not look clear enough, but here she is.”

“Three minutes,” a different crew member rushes out, patting Luke and Ashton’s shoulders before rushing to tell the others.

“See you after,” Luke shifts his guitar away from Rachel before leaning down to kiss her on the lips – something you wish you didn’t see – and turning around to head out of the dressing room.

Ashton gives you a quick hug, “Excited for the lights,” he mumbles in your ear before turning to Rachel to give her a side hug.

It doesn’t go unnoticed how Rachel’s eyes glared at you by Ashton, but he doesn’t mention it as he heads out with the other guys towards the stage.

As a majority of the crew follow them out, you stay behind to clean up the empty cups and other trash, trying to occupy yourself as Rachel too stayed behind.

Her eyes followed you as you moved about the room, carrying the small plastic bag with you as it fills up with cups and wrappers. You could feel the glare burning into your side and back as you paid her no mind.

When it was just you two left, the bass from their opening song was heard and felt as you finished picking up the garbage.

“For how long have you liked Luke?”

You froze. Your head whipped towards Rachel, wide-eyed as you glanced around the room to make sure it was just the two of you.

“What…what are you talking about?” You can feel an extreme warmth rising up from the bottom of your back, all the way to your face, nervousness clouding your brain as she stares you down.

“Luke—,” she crosses her arms and moves to the couch, “how long have you liked Luke?”

“I don’t—I,” you stutter, your stomach dropping as you realize you’ve been caught.

His girlfriend knows you like him.

“Cut the bullshit,” she spits, “I can see it. You’ve been friends with him for years, you obviously caught feelings for him.”

You shake your head, standing up straight to give off the illusion of confidence. Turning your back to her and towards the door, “I don’t have to talk to you.”

You opted for walking out of the dressing room and go watch the band from the side of the stage, but you made a quick stop in the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.

You did what you could to avoid her during their performance. You knew she was watching you, seething at how you ended the conversation so fast.

Rachel wanted to break you down, find the reason why you like him and separate you two for as long as it takes to make him fall in love with her. She finds you a problem in their relationship because of how close you and Luke are, because of how long you’ve known each other. A threat to her and her relationship.

An hour and a half later, the show is finished and the whoops and cheers from the crowd indicate the album was very well received. That thought swept the interaction with Rachel from earlier under the rug as the boys’ adrenaline spread throughout the crew.

Ashton was first to greet you, sweaty and ready to envelop you in a hug but you’re quick to avoid it, ducking down just as his arms closed around the space where your head was. He laughs it off, heading for his next victim.

Next was Calum, who grabbed a drink from Andy and gulped it down. He had a smile on his face after, only growing wider when he saw you. “I think they liked it!”

“Bass in tune, huh?” you return, patting his back as he passes you to go to the next person.

Michael is the third, taking off his hat (which made you question why he was so worried about his hairstyle that he spent at least fifteen minutes playing with before the show). He stops in front of you, phone in hand as he takes a picture of the two of you: a tradition he started a few tours ago as a joke.

Finally, Luke makes his way towards you, ready to ramble about the show but is brisked away by Rachel. He doesn’t even glance over at you after he’s taken away towards the hall.

Entering the dressing room where the rest of the boys sat, you saw Michael talking animatedly on the phone, Calum laying across the couch with an arm over his eyes, and Ashton wiping off excess sweat with a towel. He was the first one to notice you.

“Ready for that hug?” he asks as you approach him.

“Why not.”

You hug each other, smiling as you pulled away. In the distance, over the cool-down music, you hear Luke’s laughter in the hall. Knowing he’s with Rachel makes you wonder if she’s told him about her suspicions, and that thought alone makes you clam up all over again.

Ashton immediately notices, tilting his head as he asks you what’s wrong.

“Nothing,” you quickly reply, eyes focusing on him.

He notices how jittery you seem, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he says nothing.

“Guys,” Andy comes in with his camera in hand, “we need to take a few photos.”

The three agree and follow the photographer out. You move to the snack table for a bottle of water, but before you can take a sip, someone clears their throat in the doorway.

You roll your eyes immediately because you know who it is. You don’t pay her any attention and instead take the sip of water you need.

“We need to finish that conversation you oh-so rudely ended,” Rachel moves into the room, keeping her voice down as she crosses her arms.

“We don’t need to finish anything.”

She scoffs, “I asked you a question, and you were so quick to avoid it. I think you’re proving a point.”

“What point?” you turn to look at her, “I know you don’t like me but I don’t know why, can we start with that?”

“Like I said before, I know you like Luke. He’s my boyfriend, and I don’t like how he’s close to you.”

“We grew up together,” you state, standing tall as you glare at her, “of course we’re going to be close.”

“Well I don’t like it,” she huffs.

You shake your head with a sigh, closing the lid to the bottle as you turn your back to her. You were getting angry at the fact that someone who didn’t know Luke as long as you did was hinting that you should stay away from him.

“Stop hanging out with him.”

A curt laugh escapes you before you can stop it, “Are you jealous of our friendship?”

“No,” she smirks, “but I know you’re jealous of our relationship.”

She’s right; you’re only a little jealous of their relationship, but it’s not something you want to risk your friendship with.

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but you’re caught off-guard when nothing comes out. The one opportunity to make her believe you don’t like her boyfriend and you can’t say anything.

Giving up with sinking shoulders, you glance at the door before looking back at her. Grimacing at her knowing smile, “How did you find out?”

She hums, “It was easy. I love him, so I know what it looks like to look at someone you love. You made it so obvious, I’m surprised no one else found out!”

You grit your teeth. You did your damn best to make sure no one, especially Luke or Rachel, know how you feel about him.

“I’m not intimidated by you,” she walks closer to you, arms uncrossing as her hands move to her hips, “but I won’t deny the fact that you and Luke have chemistry.”

“What will it take—” you place the bottle back on the table, “—for you to leave me alone?”

“Do the same to him.”

“What?”

“Leave him alone, unfriend him,” she shrugs, “simple as that.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you walk around her to the door, ready to end the conversation.

“Do that or I’ll tell him,” with a harsh tone she walks towards you, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Okay,” another voice from the doorway makes the two of you jump, “that’s enough.”

Ashton walks into the room, grabbing Rachel’s hand and removing it from your arm.

“W—” she stutters out as she watches the tall man move to stand in front of you.

“I came back for my drumsticks—” his eyes shift to the object sticking out of his bag before dropping down to Rachel, “—but instead I find you, what, threatening a good friend of ours?”

Rachel is speechless while you’re frozen. It was embarrassing enough for one person to find out about your crush on Luke, but now Ashton might know and you want to go into hiding.

“Let it go,” you tug on Ashton’s shirt to get his attention but he doesn’t move.

“Telling someone who’s known your boyfriend longer than your relationship to just abandon him is low, Rachel. Don’t think the way you’ve been treating our friends has gone unnoticed.”

You hear more footsteps approaching the room, and now you wish the ground can swallow you up. You don’t want all this attention on you.

“What’s happening here?” Michael says as he peeks into the room, Luke behind him as Calum leans against the other side of the doorway.

“Nothing—,” Rachel tries to deflect but with four pairs of eyes on her, it becomes too much. Tears start pouring out, and you’re in disbelief.

How can she be the one crying after she was the one who was rude to you?

Luke immediately rushes in, creating a beeline right to her side to wrap her in his arms.

His eyes dart to yours, an emotion on his face of something you’ve never seen, but you know it’s not good.

“What did you do?”

You’re taken back by his tone and the way his angry eyes stare you down. It hurts because instead of staying neutral and finding out what exactly happened, he immediately chose a side: a side of someone he’s known for only for a short amount of time.

“Mate,” Ashton speaks up for you, “I think you’re asking the wrong person that.”

“No,” Luke’s voice raises, eyes moving from yours to stare into his band mate’s, “I’m asking the right person.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes welling with tears as the weight of everything happening within the last ten minutes starts to bring you down. Your eyes move away from the ones boring into yours, and with a tremble in your voice, “I didn’t do anything. She’s the one who started—.”

“Bullshit!” Luke’s roar cuts you off, “Absolute bullshit, because if she started it, then why is she the only one crying?!”

The two other guys move in to the room to mediate the situation.

“Luke, calm down,” Michael’s hands raise to the motion of ‘calm down’ as he tries to get Luke’s attention.

“There’s gotta be more to the story,” Calum moves to your side, checking on you briefly.

“Don’t,” Luke states as he watches Calum grab your shoulders to move you out of the room.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Ashton questions. He watches Luke soothingly rub Rachel’s back, wiping her tears with his free hand.

“My girlfriend is crying and you two were the only ones in here,” Luke replies, gently grabbing Rachel’s arms so he can look directly into her eyes, “what happened, babe?”

“I asked them—,” Rachel sniffles, continuing her façade, “—if they needed any help cleaning the room earlier and they yelled at—at me and told me to go away. Then after the show when you guys went for your photos, I came here to apologize to her, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.”

She was selling it; the tears, the sniffling, the stutters, and hiccups. A great actress who knows what she wants.

“That’s not true,” you inhale, your ears feeling warm and ringing, “she has had a problem with me lately and I don’t know why!”

Luke scoffs, shaking his head, wrapping Rachel in his arms again.

“C’mon,” Michael mumbles, wanting to leave the room.

Ashton turns around, watching your face go from pleading to blank as the tears fall from your eyes. He turns his head to face Luke, “You’re unbelievable,” he grabs your shoulders and starts to move you out of the room, “let’s go.”

Michael is already out of the room, the tension too much for him and ruining the after-show vibe. Calum is waiting by the door ready to help lead you out. Ashton has you turned around, pushing you towards the door.

“Wait, Luke,” you mumble, getting out of Ashton’s hold and turning back to face Luke.

He doesn’t look at you, sighing as he rubs Rachel’s head as it’s against his chest.

“Please,” you plead, begging him to look at you and when he does, you ask, “who do you believe?”

“What?”

“Who do you believe, Luke,” you gulp with a sniffle, “me or her?”

For a moment, you think you see hesitation. His jaw tenses as he stares you down, his best friend for years and someone he turned to when times got tough. He then looks down at the girl in his arms, someone he loves crying into his chest.

He sighs again, this time soft, before looking up to meet your eyes. He does notice the tears, the pain etched on your face as his other best friends watch them. “I believe Rachel.”

“This is fucking stupid,” Ashton mutters as he gently grabs your shoulders again to lead you out of the room.

You let the tears fall freely, not meeting any of the boys’ eyes as you kept your head face down.

You’ve lost your best friend. He chose someone else over you, a lie he chose to believe.

Whatever it was that made you catch feelings for your best friend, you wish you can find it and destroy it, along with any other memory you’ve made with him. After tonight, you want him erased from your cherished memories.

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part two!

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