#mmhm justice

[warverse]

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Exo: @revolvius

[idkwhatever580]

Hi would you write about Regina trauma and ed ?

Yes of course! I hope I do you justice :)

She knows.

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Pairings: Regina George x reader

Prompt: Regina comforts r as they battle their ed and work through generational trauma.

Warnings: eating disorder, trauma, panic attacks, swearing.

A/N: I hope I do it justice! hopefully I don’t mess it up.

Nobody’s pov

Regina put the pieces together after a few months.

First she started getting confused when you would quickly go to the bathroom after a meal and then come back exhausted.

She tried to leave it alone and blame it on you just needing the bathroom after eating.

Then she realized you stopped wearing clothes that fit you properly. You started wearing baggier clothes.

She brushed it aside when you blamed it on wanting to be more comfortable.

Then one day she was looking back at old pictures of you two and she noticed that you definitely looked healthier then.

You blamed it on the weather. Sometimes you just look different in the winter.

She went with it.

Part of her never wanted to even imagine it. But the other part of her was screaming that something was wrong.

The last thing she noticed was how you’d never let her cuddle you anymore. Until one day you had a panic attack and she had held you to ground you.

Unbeknownst to you, her eyes filled with tears when she felt how fragile and small you had gotten in her arms.

She felt horrible for not connecting the dots earlier. But now she had to do something. So she starts thinking of how to confront you without making you freak out or anything.

The next time she picks you up she decides that she’s going to sit you down.

Y/n’s pov

I get into the hot pink jeep after another horrible day.

I just wish I was skinny. Like Gina. She’s perfect. I’m not. I’m nowhere near her size. I can’t even go five minutes without seeing someone laughing. They’re probably laughing about my size.

Regina cuts into my thoughts by saying

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

I shrug and say

“Nothing. Just have some homework”

She nods and starts driving us home.

Once we get to her house I walk in and Mrs George smiles and goes to hug me but then stops realizing I’ve rejected her hugs for a while.

I send her a smile and Regina brings me up to her room.

“Can I talk to you?”

Regina’s sudden question has me a bit nervous. I nod my head and say

“Yeah. You can tell me anything.”

She sits down on her giant bed and pats next to her so I sit too.

Great. Here’s the “it’s not you it’s me” speech

She sighs and says

“Y/n. I’ve noticed a few things about you lately and I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?”

My face goes pale.

She knows. Of course she knows she is trying to get it out of me before she pries it out herself. Great. She’s gonna hate me and think I’m disgusting.

I didn’t even realize it, but when I got lost in my thoughts, my tears started building up and falling down.

“Hey hey. It’s okay please just tell me what’s going on?”

All of a sudden I feel a tightness in my chest. I start to panic when I feel this way because I’m feeling claustrophobic right now.

It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I can’t breathe.

Nobody’s pov

Regina widens her eyes when you start to hyperventilate.

She says

“Hey hey! It’s okay. It’s okay baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

Regina doesn’t quite know how to handle this situation so she asks.

“Can you hear me?”

You nod your head a bit and Regina says

“Do you want me to get my mom?”

You rapidly shake your head and she nods.

“Okay. Can I touch you baby?”

“Mmhm”

She immediately envelopes you in a hug and says

“Come on y/n I need you to breathe with me.”

She puts your head on her chest and works you through it.

It takes a few minutes for Regina’s breathing techniques to get through to you but you’re breathing alright.

Regina thinks

Okay so this is gonna be a lot harder than I expected.

She takes a breath to calm herself and says

“Can you tell me what’s happening?”

You nod you head and say

“I just- I don’t want you to leave me”

Regina looks at you with sadness.

“I’m sorry you ever thought I would ever leave you baby. I’m not going anywhere. We’re stuck together. And I mean it.”

You nod your head and look away.

You try to form the words and communicate to her that you need help but it just comes out in a sobbed

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry”

Regina hugs you again and helps you calm down before you finish.

“I didn’t think it would go this far. I just.”

Your tone lowers to a hushed whisper and you say

“I just wanted to be skinny like you”

Regina misses the last part and she says

“Hmm baby? I couldn’t hear you”

You huff and say

“I wanted to be skinny. Like you.”

Regina’s eyes widen gigantically. She just now realizes how stupid she is.

She’s always worried about her size. She didn’t even think once to remember about how it might affect you.

She snaps out of her thoughts and shakes her head.

“No honey. You’re beautiful. So so perfectly beautiful just the way you are okay? I want you to be healthy baby.”

You nod your head and Regina can tell you want to say something.

“Did you want to tell me something?”

You nod and quietly say

“Will you help me eat?”

Regina smiles hugely at this and says

“Of course! What are you in the mood for? I can make you anything. And if I can’t we’ll buy it”

You shrug and say

“I don’t know.”

Regina thinks and says

“Is that you don’t know as in you do know you’re just scared to ask? Or is it as in you actually don’t know?”

You smile at her knowing you and you say

“Can I try sushi? I haven’t had it in so long. I feel like I might be able to do that”

She smiles and nods her head. She then says

“Do you want me to make it or order it?”

You say

“Um order. Can we get that one place you took me?”

She smiles knowing what you’re talking about and nods her head. She whips her phone out and orders your usual.

When it arrives you sit down staring at it.

It’s as if it is challenging you.

But Regina sits next to you at the table and pulls you into her lap.

At first you get nervous but then you feel so warm inside at her holding you close like she used to.

She grabs a piece of sushi and takes a bite and looks at you and says

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart”

You nod and pick up a piece. You dip it in sauce and take about half a bite and you let it sit in your mouth.

Slowly but surely you start chewing it. Regina rubs your hips and says

“You’re doing great hun. Just tell me if you need to stop okay?”

You nod your head and finally you swallow. It was so daunting but it felt like a small weight was lifted off of your chest.

She picks up the rest and feeds it to you when you accept.

Her smile is gigantic and she is giving you so much praise and appreciation for this simple task.

After about three pieces of sushi you let out a strangled sigh and Regina says

“Can you do one more bite baby?”

After contemplating for a while you nod your head. Determined to make Regina happy. You finish the last bite and tear up a bit.

She shushes you and comforts you so well.

“You did so good. So so good. You’re perfect. So so perfect. My baby”

You lean back into her as she finishes what you didn’t eat and then suddenly you say

“I’m sorry”

She furrows her eyebrows and says

“Why for? Are you okay baby? Do you need the bathroom?”

She’s ready to jump into action in case it was too much for you but you shake your head. And say

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish it”

She shakes her head aggressively and says

“No! No baby. You did so well. I’m literally so proud of you. Honestly I didn’t expect you to do that much. And it made me so so happy.”

You send a slight smile her way and relax into her hold.

You’ve got a long way to go but it’s a start.

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A/N: man that took forever. I hope it was good for you!!! I genuinely like died for a sec there and I couldn’t write at all. My brain was just like gone for. It was like fried lol. I hope you liked it! I’ve never written about this topic before so I understand if it’s sensitive.

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[reidbae]

DAY 22: Blissful — voice kink w/dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: Your husband calls you on the way home from work, and is annoyedly cut off in traffic, causing him to say a word or two about it. But when you find yourself aroused by his voice alone, he's eager to take care of you the second he walks through the door.

pairing: dom!husband!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!wife!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names (baby, doll, honey, princess, sweet girl), huge sir kink, cussing obv, reader is held down, teasing, fingering, praise, not rlly degradation but def in that area, lmk if i missed something!

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i'm so happy i was finally able to write for hotch <3 this fic does him literally no justice at all but i will make a better one in the future :,)

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch

"Hello?" you said, your phone held to your ear as you sat in your living room.

You had been home by yourself all day while your husband was at work. He had been working more hours than usual these days, and always called you when he was on his way home, knowing that you missed him.

"Hi, honey. I didn't wake you, did I?" Aaron's deep voice rang out from the other end of the line. A smile played across your lips as you heard your husband's voice for the first time in too long, and you giggled.

"No. I've been up. I can't sleep when you're not here," you said with a laugh, feeling your face flush with heat. Aaron chuckled, too. You could hear the sound of him driving in the background as he spoke to you.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I should be home in less than ten," said Aaron in response. "Did you eat? Shower?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling. Aaron always knew just how to take care of you and make sure you were okay, even if he couldn't be there in person to do it. "Yes, and yes, sir," you joked.

Aaron chuckled again. "That's good, baby. And you made sure to rest today?" he said.

Again, you rolled your eyes, and nodded, like he could see you. "Yes, Aaron."

"Okay, just making sure. I—" Aaron began. He soon cut himself off, a curse word falling from his lips in lieu. "Asshole."

Your eyes perked and you raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had said that. Who was he talking to?

And why did it give you butterflies?

"Aaron? A- Aaron, what happened?" you asked bewilderedly, jumping up a little in your seat.

"Sorry, honey, I'm sorry. Some guy just, fuck," he said in a deep voice. "Some guy just cut me off. I'm lucky he didn't hit me," Aaron huffed annoyedly. It was like you could see him rolling his eyes.

"Oh, God, a- are you okay?" you asked. You were sure that your tone was giving what you were thinking away, because it wasn't really one of concern: It was one of shyness, like you had other things on your mind.

That's because you did.

"Yeah, honey, don't worry. I'm fine. Sorry if I scared you," Aaron said in a caring voice. "Driving through D.C. is hell at any hour, for fuck's sake," he cursed again. "It's a wonder anyone can get anywhere."

"Uh, yeah- Mmhm, I agree," you responded inattentively, feeling yourself zone out as your husband spoke to you.

Aaron didn't seem to notice, however, and kept talking to you in that deep voice of his, rambling on about his day. He talked more than you did, which wasn't usually the case, but only because you were so mesmerized by the deep, authoritative way about his voice that you didn't dare to interrupt it.

After a while, though, however, Aaron began to pick up on your silence, and spoke up. "You okay, honey? You're not talking much."

You snapped back into reality, your eyes going a little wide. "Hm- What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just fine," you did your best to lie, sighing.

"That didn't sound very convincing. Come on, princess, what's wrong? You can tell me," said Aaron reassuringly.

It wasn't a question of what was wrong. It was one of what was right.

"Nothing's wrong, Aaron," you giggled in response, blushing.

"Oh, yeah, princess?" Aaron chuckled through the phone. "Are you lying to me?"

You began to run your fingers through your hair, playing with it as you talked to him. "No..." you giggled. His voice was really beginning to get to you now, and you rubbed your thighs together in response to it.

"Well—Maybe there is something."

"Now we're getting somewhere. Are you going to tell me what the matter is, then, baby?" said Aaron, laughing.

"Nothing's the matter...It's just...Well...I just like your voice."

Aaron paused for only a few seconds to process what you'd said. Then, he began to laugh. "My voice, doll? Did I hear that right?" he asked.

You covered your face shyly. "Y- Yes. I don't know. But it's making me feel all hot inside," you admitted to him.

Aaron didn't need to understand precisely what you meant, as long as he knew that it was getting you going. "I'm happy to hear that, honey," he said to you, his voice going lower. "I'll take care of you when I'm home, then, doll. I want you there as soon as I walk through the door. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand," you said with an affirmative nod, eager to do whatever Aaron asked of you.

"Attagirl."

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As soon as Aaron had walked through the door, you were running to his arms, just like he'd asked you to. He scooped you up effortlessly, using one hand to hold your leg, and the other to support your bottom. You reveled in the feeling of your legs wrapped around his torso.

Aaron's lips found yours in seconds, tongue dancing with yours in a sea of pent up passion. He spun you round, pinning you to the front door, before setting you down to your feet.

Aaron grabbed your wrists to hold them above your head, before attacking your neck with kisses. You squirmed under his touch, your head lolling back on the door with pleasure.

Aaron's eyes met yours, and he chuckled deeply in your ear. "Hi, baby," he said in a raspy voice, smirking down at you.

"H- Hi," you stuttered out to him, biting down on your lip.

"Did you miss me?" Aaron smiled, pressing rough kisses to your neck and collarbone. You whimpered at the feeling, nodding.

"Y- Yes, sir. I missed you so much," you said openly, not giving a care to how needy you sounded. Aaron nodded, only smiling more at your words.

"Mmhm. I wonder how much," Aaron hummed. "Let's see how wet you are for me, hm, baby?"

Aaron didn't give you a second to respond before his hands were dipping into your underwear, slipping between your folds. You whimpered in response as his fingers found your wetness, playing softly with your body.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaked," Aaron said to you, as if you didn't already know that. "And my voice was all it took, huh?" he smirked in a teasing tone of voice.

When you didn't answer, Aaron's grip on your wrists roughened, and it was clear that he was not taking your silence for an answer. "Tell me, princess."

You felt your knees grow weak, and you slid down the wall a little, closing your eyes shyly. "Y- Yes, sir. A- All it took was your voice," you whined.

"There's my good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Aaron teased you, beginning to move his finger up and down your folds. You squirmed some more, groaning.

"N- No, sir," you stuttered out, allowing your body to be taken over by bliss.

Aaron took that as a sign to keep going, your hands still pinned above your head as he snuck a finger inside of you. Your back arched on the door behind you as your body shook for him, and you whined.

Aaron smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours in a wild frenzy of tongues mixing together, lips working each other's to no end. You were helpless to Aaron, unable to do much else but bask in the pleasure he was providing for you.

Aaron raised his head to your ear, bowing down to your level just to whisper to you. "You look so pretty like this, doll. All needy for me," he whispered in his deep voice. Your brain was beginning to fog up with your growing need to hear more of his voice.

"I love being able to do this to you," he chuckled, kissing the spot just below your ear. "Knowing you're all mine. That no one else can see you like this."

As his words fell from his tongue like honey, his fingers moved quicker, eager to make you feel good. You looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you licked your lips. "I- I'm all yours, Aaron. God, I'm yours."

"Damn straight, doll," said Aaron deeply, his voice raspy as he responded to you.

It was embarrassing how quickly you needed to come. But, fuck, that's what Aaron Hotchner would do to anyone, and you weren't afraid to acknowledge that.

As Aaron felt your walls closing around his finger, he looked down at you, knowing what was impending. "Mmm, you gonna come on my fingers, doll?"

"Y- Yes, sir," you moaned out, dizzy with desire. "Please, God, please don't stop."

That was the last thing on his mind.

You rode out your high with a blissful passion as Aaron pumped his fingers in and out of you, kissing you and whispering to you as you came all over his hand.

Aaron finally released your wrists when you came undone, and removed his finger from your cunt. Like he'd always done, he sucked his fingers dry, leaving you breathless at the view.

"I love you so much, sweet girl," Aaron smiled at you, using the hand that had been pinning you down to brush hair out of your face. You smiled up at him.

"I love you, too."

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[vivalas-vega]

Hello again! It's Syd 🥰🩷

I sent an ask a few days ago but I just saw your post about sending more so here I am! (& good luck on your journey quitting vape, you got this!! 🩷)

Here's an idea:

(Could be with bob, nat, jake, roost, it's up to you really) Reader just got home from work and starts rambling about work gossip with her partner while getting undressed to take a shower. The partner stops paying attention to the story as she lifts her shirt and takes off her pants, ogling at the brand new set of lingerie they had never seen her wearing before.

Reader is busy walking around the room gathering her skin care products & pajamas while going off on a tangent about a particularly annoying coworker. Noticing her partner isn't responding, she playfully asks "are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?", finally turning to find her lover on the edge of the bed with a dreamy look on their slightly flushed face, reaching for her as they ask "is that a new set...?"

Could be just fluffy with a hint of suggestive or smutty😌 feel free to change it anyway you want it!

hello !!! thank you so much for sending this request in and I'm so sorry that it took me an unreasonable amount of time to post !!! but, my first Bob fic ! this just screamed Bob to me, I took some creative liberties but I hope I did your request justice!

focus / bob floyd x reader

word count: 1k (short and sweet!)

warnings: a little spicy at the end but otherwise pretty pg-13!

“Bob, you home?” you asked, shutting the front door behind you as you dropped your keys in the bowl and slipped out of your heels and coat. Excitement had been radiating throughout your body, threatening to rattle you apart from the inside out the entire drive home. You were sitting on a rather juicy piece of intel you’d been counting down the seconds to be able to share with your partner… the first and usually only person you told anything and everything.

“Bedroom, honey!” You heard him call out and you raced down the hallway, bursting into the room with sheer glee written all over your face. “Good day at work?” he asked, amusement creeping into his tone.

“No, not at all actually. Remember that case I’ve been working on I regretfully cannot tell you anything about? Client withheld something major and I spent the entirety of my day reworking the whole thing… after I’d just done that yesterday.”

“Then what has you so excited?” He watched as you took off your watch and earrings, delicately placing them in their respective homes atop your dresser. The book he’d been reading was abandoned the second he heard your voice echo throughout your shared home. If you were even remotely in his presence there was nothing else that could hold his focus, not that he would have wanted anything else to take precedence over you anyways.

“So, in the break room today I overheard something I definitely wasn’t supposed to, regarding a certain coworker and her husband.” you started, eyebrows raised as you watched the excitement on his face mirror your own as he shifted down the bed to listen with rapt attention.

“Please tell me this is about Denise,” he almost begged. This particular saga of workplace drama was a personal favorite of you two.

“Oh, is it ever. She was on the phone with her husband in very hushed tones arguing about the pick up and drop off schedule for their kids when she suddenly said ‘this has nothing to do with him’.” you continued, placing your blazer in the hamper.

“Him, as in the kids tutor, right?” he asked and you nodded. 

“Mmhm,” you confirmed. “But the real pièce de résistance of this story is who made an impromptu stop by the office today… with flowers.” You’d already discarded your silk camisole and were sliding your favorite slacks off… a beautiful shade of emerald green fitted perfectly to your body before flaring out and creating the illusion your legs were a mile long. They weren’t just your favorite though, and you were completely unaware of the way Bob’s eyes tracked their movement down your curves into their puddle on the floor where you bent over to pick them up and he suddenly felt as if the room had gotten warmer.

“Is that so?” he asked, while his attention was hung on your every word a few moments ago, if you’d asked him any follow up questions on what you’d just said he’d have no response… he was far more interested in the black lace adorning your body, particularly in the fact that it was unrecognizable to him.

“Mmhm,” you hummed again, still blind to the way your boyfriend was looking at you as you moved around the room, lost in your after-work routine of shedding your work persona before your shower. “It’s as if she’s unaware of the fact that we all know, or maybe she is aware and just doesn’t care. It’s incredibly ballsy. You know, I actually like her husband, of course I know nothing of their home life and I know better than anyone the public façade can be polar opposite from the reality behind closed doors but he does seem like one of the good ones.” You’d paused for his response, expecting agreement or a snarky quip but when you were met with silence you turned around to find his eyes far lower than you anticipated. “Bob? Are you even listening to me?” you asked, pretending to be annoyed but really you were anything but as you saw the lovesick look on his face.

His head snapped up, eyes wide like a man caught, “sorry sweetheart, I just… is this a new set?” he asked, swallowing harshly as his hands reached out and caught your hips, tugging you to stand in between his legs. He was looking up at you with pure adoration, the kind that knocked all the air from your lungs and rendered you almost speechless. Your first meeting by chance at the Hard Deck all those months ago had done nothing to prepare you for the man before you… timid glances and bashful smiles, earnest conversation and a chaste kiss to your cheek after walking you to your car. There was nothing timid or bashful about him now, nothing chaste about the way his fingers trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as his eyes raked your form, fire burning within those blue eyes.

“It might be,” you teased, moving to straddle his thighs and his arms were quick to cage themselves around you, locking you in place and keeping you from falling backwards.

“And you expect me to give a damn about Denise when you’re parading around this room looking like this?” he asked, pressing kisses along the column of your neck.

You gripped his jaw, pulling his face back and forcing him to look at you. “You’re damn right I do.” you shot back, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“My apologies, ma’am, but I’m afraid your beauty is a bit distracting.” he replied, pulling your hand away and kissing the inside of your wrist. “Besides… I think my attention would be better served elsewhere.” he added before continuing his path up your arm and to your collarbone where you couldn’t help but tilt your head back, a soft sigh falling from your lips.

“I think you might be right,” you agreed, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back to press your lips to his. The previous topic was entirely forgotten now with your excitement channeled directly towards the man beneath you… the one person you wanted to share everything with and the one person who could make you gladly abandon anything and everything for.

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[readythefanons]

Kim voice lines + chill music

this one doesn't have a theme really it's just Kim voice line + chill music. That makes it more aligned with the original vision of the DE audio project, which was intended to be, like, music to play in the background while doing other things.

duration: 4:58

Put together in Audacity.

Kim voice lines from GrandFrance on YouTube (link)

Music by Johnathon Horner from Pixabay

More voice lines+music from the DE audio project

If you enjoyed this, please let me know :)

transcript below the jump

I don’t know. I’m not a philosopher.

(sigh) Right.

Maybe we should circle the building first and look for another way. The building has seen enough mistreatment.

There used to be seven stave churches on the coast. Les Sept Soeurs they call them -- The Seven Sisters. Only one remains. The rest were burnt in the Revolution, or used for building materials.

It's Dolores Dei.. "The old woman was right. This is the Dolorian Church of Humanity in Martinaise. Or the Small Pinewood Church in some records.

I've noticed that, yes. And I must say I find it troubling.

It’s been a long winter, long and cold.

Interesting question.

Justice, union, prudence, and force.

I think you can gauge what they want you to think of them from that.

Love, compassion, self-discipline.

They're not all that bad. In my twenties I considered myself a moralist. A blue forget-me-not, a piece of the sky. But the years have changed that. I don’t know what I believe in now.

You will have to look elsewhere for opinions. The Moralintern are a fact. I try not to have opinions on facts -- until they change.

No, there’s nothing else. I just haven’t gotten a lot of sleep these past few days.

Interesting.

This is one of those times where you're just going to keep talking no matter what I say, isn't it?

Alright, detective. Your turn.

No need to be melodramatic.

Then the world will turn away from you and leave you behind.

Mmhm. We have a real museum here. Of battles, wars…

I don't know who died here, lined up beside that horrible wall. It could have been any of the parties involved in the Revolution. Perhaps the ones executed here were the loyalist-conservatives -- killed by the communists at the start of the civil war. It could even have been the employees of the Feld R&D Center down the coast, as their building was taken over by the revolutionaries.

Nothing for us to do here. Let’s move along.

I don’t know.

That’s my position: the abattoir.

And… was it all worth it?

The subject of humanism is too abstract for me.

It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.

Hm. Let me think about it.

In Elysium. Behind our eyes. Like all human beings, detective.

It all seems unreal, detective. In actuality, the pale is no more unreal than, say, water. Or death.

It’ll come to you sooner or later. Is that secret enough for you?

After life, death. After death, life again. After the world, the pale. After the pale, the world again.

Who could say it’s not true?

It’s a… mystery.

The world is what it is. So am I.

Okay, and something happened in that brain?

I’m listening.

You did well.

I’m glad to see you’re stable. Keep it that way.

You know, detective, there's... something admirable about that, in its own way...

I’ve never heard of a species like that… The nervous system could be spread out like that… Over the extremities, like a cuttlefish.

I think you should back away from the unstudied species now.

Like a water strider… only… I’ve never seen anything like that in my life... Maybe it has left some proof.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

William Rex Affannato: Painfully ~ Normal Story

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Kate: "William....!"

I followed William to his room.

Kate: "Are you really thinking of leaving this place on your own....?"

William: "Mmhm. There's no point in staying in the castle in this situation."

William answered as lightly as he could as if deciding what he would have for breakfast, while checking a letter he had just received.

Kate: "Then where are you going to go, under such circumstances?"

William: "There are several safe houses where Ethan and his team are based, so it could be any one of them."

Kate: "Wouldn't it be safer to stay here in the castle? The police can't get into her Majesty's private..."

William: "Not really."

William: "There must be police officers who have the spirit and sense of justice, who would negotiate directly with Her Majesty to judge evil."

William: "If Her Majesty refuses to do so, the royal family will bear the brunt of the criticism."

William: "Besides, it seems that the upper echelons of the police force and the Privy Council have been colluding for quite some time now."

William: "Anyways, I've got arrangements to make."

(That's....)

Kate: "How about finding out who in the Privy Council had that article written and have it corrected?"

Kate: "If you use your abilities, you can find out..."

William: "I can. But even poisons have a time when they should be effective."

William: "I don't think the Privy Council or Brian are oppressing anyone."

William: "They're just taking one bad guy's evil and putting it on another bad guy, which is me."

William: "There are not enough charges to convict."

(Ngh....)

I sensed that I was arrogant when William explained bluntly.

(To those who have tarnished his resolve by framing him for crimes that William has been judging....)

(Even though he knows)

(The people who wronged William are not evil to him)

I didn't understand it at all, but it made a lot of sense now.

Because that's the William Rex I've seen so far.

At the same time, a terrifying imagination is running through my mind.

Kate: ".....At this rate, even if you were to bear the burden of being a 'butterfly' and be judged by 'justice'..."

Kate: "Is this the worst possible end you were hoping for....?"

I am afraid to even ask that question and the back of my throat trembles.

William: "I don't know. As much as I'd like to see the most brutal destruction possible. I'm a little underwhelmed by the current situation."

William: "If they're going to drag me out and make me die the best death ever, I might as well live up to their expectations."

Next to William, who was smiling happily as if he was planning a trip.

Somehow I try to swallow his words.

William: "Don't look so worried. I won't let them come into this castle. We will not let them destroy the Crown."

Kate: "That's not what I'm worried about...."

William: "If the promised month has passed in my absence, Victor will let you go."

William: "You should have your report ready by then. I'm sure you can do a better job than Brian."

Kate: "I'm not worried about myself....!"

William finished checking the letter and had no other business in this room.

He walked slowly and soothingly toward me standing in the doorway.

Kate: "Not the Crown, not myself. I'm talking about you...."

Kate: "....I'm worried about you."

(I can't wait here thinking that you might meet a sad end somewhere)

Kate: "If William insists on leaving the castle all by himself...."

Kate: "....I'll follow you too."

William: "I don't think you're smart enough to know what it means to follow me here and now."

(If I follow him, I will be chased by the police too. Same as William)

It meant that I could no longer return to my daily life.

Instead of playing around with love 'like we do now', it meant that we would be offering our lives for the future.

Kate: "....I know."

William: "Hmm? You said you weren't sure whether to stay in the castle or go back to your daily routine, didn't you?"

Kate: "I was. But...."

I looked straight into William's red eyes to shake off my hesitation.

Kate: "If I forsake you here and now. I will surely regret it, I know that much for sure."

William: ".....You've really become beautiful."

William smiled like gentle, spring rain----

William: "But I can't take you with me."

(......Eh?)

He coldly shushed me with a wry smile.

Kate: "But why...?"

This is the first time he has explicitly rejected my will.

I feel as if I suddenly don't know who William is anymore and my head is in turmoil.

Kate: "Why can't you.....just tell me that I'm free to do whatever I like like you did when we went on our mission....?"

William: "Of course, I'd like to say that, you can do whatever you like...."

William: "But I can't let you cross this line."

Kate: "Why....!?"

William: "Because things will happen that I don't want."

(Things that he doesn't want to happen....)

-----FLASHBACK-----

William: "Of course, I have wishes, that I can't fulfill alone."

William: "If make my wishes come true, then one day something will happen that I don't want."

William: "So I'm choosing not to make it happen."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(I don't know. My head is all messed up like it's all been turned upside down)

Kate: "I give up....if you wanted to see me in trouble, you've seen more than enough of that already.....?"

Kate: "What is is that you don't want? Tell me...."

William: "It will make you unhappy."

Kate: ".....Eh.....?"

The answer was so simple that it rolled into my hand.

Wiiliam: "You may want to be with me, but you won't want a tragic end. Unless you have a strong desire to do so."

William: "If you stay with me, you must accept my destiny and that will trouble, sadden, and distress you...as you work on your heart."

William: "Helplessness and guilt kill desire. It is a fetter that robs us of our freedom....You know this all too well."

(I do remember......the feeling of helplessness and inability to do anything in the face of a reality that is out of control)

William freed my heart, which had been crushed by these things.

William is someone who wants freedom above all else.

(But)

The more I wish to help him, the more I wish to be there for him....

-----FLASHBACK-----

(It's too painful to have to accept the tragic end of someone you love....)

I was almost caught again in the encumbrance of having to 'accept' my tragic end.

(That's why....?)

...........

Girl's voice: "Also! .....If I recognize your voice on the street, may I give you a flower?...........just one.........if you don't mind?"

William: ".....These words alone are more than enough for me."

............

Victor: "He doesn't ask anything in return. Even if you offer him your love, he won't take it."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(That's why....no matter how much love you give, you receive nothing in return?)

For William, to allow a 'special' person to love him is a very difficult thing.

Because it will also lead them to take the path of destruction and hence take away their freedom.

(So then, what is William's 'wish' that he is keeping it from being fulfilled?)

An unexpected answer is derived, and my mind goes blank. It is-----

To receive love from someone.

And to live with that special someone until the end.

Kate: ".....Wait....!"

Kate: "Indeed, it may not be possible right now...to accept your destiny without grieving."

Kate: "But one day....I might be able to live, with you, without being trapped by unacceptable guilt or the helplessness of not being able to change my fate."

Kate: "Won't you take a chance on that possibility.....?"

(Don't you ever think of wanting to live with me too?)

William: "Even if my doom happens to be tomorrow, then?"

Kate: ".......Nn."

William: "You're kind. Kind but stupid......Imagine this. You're standing on a cliff right now."

William: "If you take one step forward, you will be rolling down and hitting the ground."

William: "That's where you are right now."

William: "You now have the option to step back and indulge your desires on the edge of the cliff."

William: "But if you fall down, there is no going back up."

Kate: "Then...why....!"

(If you don't want to be loved, then why)

Kate: "Why did you expose my heart....?"

Kate: "You're the one who made me realize I was attracted to you...."

William: "I want you to be your own master, so that you may listen to your own heart."

William: "As a result, it didn't matter to me whether you love me or leave me."

William: "What you want is your business. I wanted to give you what you wanted as much as I could."

Kate: ".....The 'contradictions' are not always clear."

Kate: "If I am free to do what I want, even the wish to follow you, even to accept being unhappy.....!"

Kate: "It's all my free will....!"

William: "Kate."

William: "It is also my free will to not allow you to be trapped in another cripple. ....Isn't that right?"

Kate: ".....!!"

(....Why are you so selfish)

(Why are you so kind....)

William: "Kate. I don't want to use my power on you."

William's warm aura, finally vanished.

He was always in a good mood and smiling, but now he has a cold expression on his face, as if he is being forced to do something terribly unpleasant.

In order not to take away my freedom in the future, you take away my freedom now. The expression on his face, as if he is struggling with this contradiction, is the most beautiful expression I have ever seen------

It made me feel like we are the same people.

William: "So will you be quiet and back off?"

(I know what you're thinking. However....)

Kate: "....I don't want to."

(I won't back off)

(Because I love you)

Kate: "Has anyone ever said this before? Other people....besides me."

William: "....In the first place, there is no way for anyone other than the Crown to know my destiny."

William: "My sins, my destiny, I wouldn't let them know."

William: "But knowingly stepping in this far..."

William: "You're the first one."

William looked at me and smiled.

(.... No, I don't want to....!)

I closed my eyes to escape from the blood-red eyes.

I clung to his body to keep him from disappearing as I closed my eyes.

William: ".......Open your eyes, Kate."

Kate: "No...."

(Because if I open my eyes....)

(You'll go away)

William: ".....Kate."

Kate: "Ah....!?"

As if my body was floating, I felt a soft touch on my back.

I realized that he had pushed me down on the bed and when I struggled to get up, he held me tight.

Kate: "William....No...I....!"

William: ".........."

Kate: ".....William....?"

Suddenly, the silence that had come brought a crushing anxiety.

William: "Kate."

William: "You must never open your eyes."

(Eh....?)

The hand that had been stitched to his back was shaken off, and William's presence was far away.

The strength of the arms that held me, the warmth of the palms of my hands, all disappeared like an illusion and I-----

Kate: "....William!"

I opened my eyes.

William: "....You're a bad girl. I told you 'no'."

The look in his eyes, the one he always had, as he squints lovingly, burns strongly in my eyes.

William: " 'Don't move until that door opens for the 2nd time' "

The cruel command sounded warm and gentle.

Kate: "Wait..."

(I can't....move my body...!)

As if I was crucified, I couldn't move a single finger.

William: "So long, poor robin."

William: "I wish you all the happiness in the world ahead of you."

At the edge of my vision, I saw him leaving.

Kate: "I don't want that wish. Wait...William, don't go....!!"

I heard the sound of footsteps moving away, and the door opening and closing.

The only thing that still lingered in the room, was the smell of roses.

It gently enveloped me like a nightmare I could not wake up from.

Chapter 15

[mooodyblue]

haiii baby!!! omg okay, i would love to request some softdom!e, the idea just makes me so??? imagine this, you’re having a crappy day and elvis immediately notices. the moment you walk into the house from a long day you’re dragging your feet, your chin to your chest as you mumble a quick greeting. but elvis isn’t gonna take that, is he? definitely not. he tries his absolute best to cheer you up in more ways than one if you know what i mean!!! smothering you with praise, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you are for him. the sweet baby only wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel :((

anon u got me in tears with this one. i had such a bad day yesterday and writing this did somethin to me LOL i love soft dom!e he's so sweet!!!! ty for the request! i hope i did it justice my friend <3

softdom!elvis x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW/MDNI! unprotected sex, fingering, more poorly written smut from yours truly 🙏🏼

wc: 1,003

>MASTERLIST/REQUEST<

today was hell. you started the morning by dropping your coffee, got yelled at all day at work, not to mention the traffic on the way back. you just wanted to get home, take a shower and just cuddle up with your boyfriend for awhile. you were just exhausted.

elvis jumped up from his seat when he heard the front door open, immediately greeting you with a smile. "hey baby, how was your day?"

you tossed your keys to the side and shut the door behind you, mumbling a small 'whatever' and dragging your feet upstairs to your shared bedroom. elvis jumped slightly as you slammed the door, shaking his head at your behavior. he could tell you had a bad day, but he wasn't gonna take that. absolutely not! he marched up to your room, barging in and leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. you were sat in front of the mirror wiping your makeup when you noticed his presence. he shut the door behind up and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you let out a sigh. "elvis, i'm not in the mood."

he hummed against you, placing a kiss at your neck. "mmhm, clearly."

"i'm serious, elvis." you complained, wiping off the last of your makeup.

"you think i'm gonna let you get away with talking to me like that? slammin' doors in the house?" he bent down, looking at you through the mirror. "lemme take care of you." he kissed the top of your head and held out his hand. he pulled you up, walking you to the bed and letting you sit on the edge. you kicked off your heels as elvis kneeled in front of you, slowly taking off each piece of clothing you had on. he started off with the stockings under your skirt, gently pulling them down. he unzipped your skirt, "hips up, baby." taking them off. then came your shirt, carefully unbuttoning and gently tossing it to the side, exposing more of you. "so beautiful." he whispered, gently laying you on your back and peppering kisses all over.

"elvis-"

"don't say a word." he muttered against your lips. you brought up your hands to undress him, but he stopped you. grabbing your hands and pinning them against your sides. "and don't touch."

elvis wanted to spoil you, to show you how much he appreciated you and to help your forget all your troubles from earlier that day.

he pulled back from you and stood up, allowing you to remove your bra and panties as he undressed himself. you pushed yourself further up on the bed. "i know you had a bad day, baby." he threw his underwear off to the pile of the rest of your clothes, crawling on top of you. "but i'm about to make your day so much better."

elvis went straight to it, shoving two fingers inside you and moving them in and out of you slowly. "so wet and pretty for me, aren't you mama?" he used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts and brought his mouth up to your neck, kissing and sucking all over.

you felt his teeth graze over your skin and jerked your head away from him. "no marks, i have work tomorrow."

he rolled his eyes at you and moved down to your breasts, marking you in a place nobody but his eyes would see. you felt his fingers leave you, whining at the emptyness. elvis pressed his lips against yours as he hovered over you. "love you, baby." he sat back up, giving his cock a few strokes before inserting himself inside you, hands gripped tightly at your hips. he gave you a moment to adjust, grunting at how tight you felt around him. "always takin' me so well. such a good girl." he began slowly thrusting in and out of you as the room began to fill with the sounds of skin hitting skin and your soft whimpers. you wanted to touch your boyfriend desperately, but didn't want to disobey him. instead of reaching for elvis, your hand went to the pillow above you, tightly gripping on it as he continued to thrust into you. "fuck, elvis. please-"

he quickly took your hand in his beside you and laced your fingers together, holding onto you tightly. "what do you want, honey?" he panted. "what do you want? tell me."

"you, only you." you cried. "that's right baby. i'm all yours." he moved at a quicker pace as he got closer to his climax. "you're doin' so good. 'm so close." you gripped tightly at the bedsheets and wrapped your legs around him.

he looked down at you, the prettiest sight he's ever seen. mouth agape, letting out the most beautiful moans he's ever heard, in pure bliss. he wished he could put your moans in one of his songs, that's how much he loved hearing you. he moaned as he felt your walls get tighter around him. "god, look at what you're doin' to me. so fuckin' beautiful." he gripped your hand tighter.

"e, i'm gonna-" "go ahead doll, can feel you so tight around me. cum on my cock, c'mon." he pushed deeper into you, hitting your g-spot and feeling you tighten around him as you came around him, shouting his name. "so good. so fucking good." he moaned, his orgasm following shortly after. he bent down to you, still inside you and kissing you. "my beautiful girl."

you giggled against his lips, placing your hands on either sides of his face. "i'm sorry for earlier."

"don't apologize, baby. it's alright." he gave you a final kiss before pulling out of you and laying right next to you. "i'm sorry you had a bad day. i keep telling you to quit that damn job of yours." he buried himself in your neck.

"i like feeling normal." you mumbled.

"normal is boring" he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly. you ran your fingers through his hair, cringing at his sweat soaked locks and softly pushing him away from you. "you can convince me to quit my job while we shower."

[golden-explosions-main]

*the soul glows faintly yellow, but otherwise nothing changed* justice...sounds familiar. I do not know why though...

-Lost soul

Chara: "It likely sounds familiar because you stood for and valued justice the most when you were alive, and when your death also doubled as a betrayal, well... call it a theory, but it likely hurt and traumatized you more than any normal death could have,"

Flowey: "Either way, this looks like a great improvement, it at least feels like one,"

Frisk: "Mmhm!"

[edgelord-dl6]

" So, I decided since the Chinese new year was coming, I'd get a head start, since, I've been told, being festive is a good way to improve a work place."

Tradition meant that of course, he should give to the highest ranking of his peers, or however the societal structure of Defense to Prosecutor was apparently made.

" And, to thank you for everything. You can't start the year right without a good fortune." Inside the envelope is not the traditional cash amount for gifts, but a dollar, and a set of official TCG Steel Samurai packs, purely decoration anniversary sets, but extremely valued to the connoisseur, and one fortune slip.

   He nods along, sort of half-listening as he signs off on a request from forensics, offering an encouraging “mm” or “mmhm” before Apollo slides the envelope into his field of view.

   Miles peers over his glasses at the ornate little thing, and then up at Apollo, standing there expectantly. “Shouldn’t I be the one giving this to you...?”

   Maybe he’s a shitty boss for not offering red envelopes to his ‘employees’, but he’s always been hands-off with regards to holidays. Still, no matter what sort of socioeconomic hierarchical web connects him and Apollo, he’s not certain he deserves this. Apollo doesn’t even work for him. But, well, they’d gotten close...

   “Actually, I hear it’s in poor taste to open one in front of whomever offers it--”

   But he opens it anyway. The fact of the matter is, Apollo Justice is just a kind and wonderful and thoughtful person. Edgeworth’s eyes sparkle noticeably as he slips the little trading cards from the envelope. Lips tick upward...

   He takes Apollo’s hand, and presses the ‘good fortune’ slip into his palm. “...I think you deserve this.”

[unlimitedhorsepower]

nathan to ryan when theyre alone at the justice tower. hanging out on standby. and ryan is being insufferable

ryan is being difficult bc he can and hes complaining about something random like idk karina was asked to model for a makeup commercial instead of him. hes not even miffed for real, hes just like that. as a person. nathan usually just ignores ryan or goes mmhm okay sweetie but today she isnt winning at the stock market and shes had enough

[queenofnohr]

Malheureux listen to me. Listen. I need you to take ur cock out. I need to to pump it a few times until precum starts leaking from the tip. I need you to be a good boy and do this for the sake of justice. Mmhm mmhm. Okay now you can go out with your executions but listen to me baby boy. Listen to me. You can’t forget the inherent eroticism of killing someone in the name of justice. Whenever you do so you deserve to relieve a little tension yaknow. Deserve to get you out of those breeches.

You are such a good boy maleureux you deserve the world you deserve to be fucked out of your mind you deserve to top that little degenerate whoremonger Charlot rly make him feel justice yes you do yes you do.

[conspicuousjazz]

[sanguineterrain]

HI Sanne!! SO excited about your celebration! <3 Congratulations on 600, omg. Well deserved.

My prompt req is: Steve x fem!reader, maybe best friend or neighbor, or Bucky's sister perhaps? He came home from the Army v serious, v closed off to everyone, but he's compulsively showing his concern about her, ie. something like tugging her elbow so she doesn't trip, giving up his coffee cup for her use, putting himself between her and a creep at the bar, etc. Something pushes him over the edge and she calls him on it. (sumthin like that ;) <3)

𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

lord i am sorry. i meant to answer this months ago and it is such a fabulous prompt, kate, but the writer's brain just didn't want to cooperate. ANYWAY, i finished it, two hundred followers later. hope i did it justice <3 please have an angsting stevie and a sweetheart reader:

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"'Scuse me, sorry—" you squeezed past a couple of old ladies who side-eyed you, stepping away. The bulky food trays certainly weren't improving matters, and no one seemed too keen on helping. 

That was alright. The neighborhood hadn't had a block party in years and now that the war was over, people were in high spirits. You didn't expect them to pay attention to the woman shuffling around potato salad and cottage pie. 

"Y/N!" 

Loretta bounced over, eagerly taking the foil off a tray and helping herself. You wobbled, just barely setting down said tray before she dug in.

"You bring the best potlucks,” she gushed around a mouthful.

"Thanks, Lor. Are you enjoying yourself?" 

Loretta was your perky downstairs neighbor who liked to chat for far too long while getting her mail. But she was nice enough and you'd never wish her any ill will, especially since she helped set up tents for tonight. 

"Oh, sure. You know who I saw?" 

"Who?"

She grinned, expression turning dreamy. 

"James Barnes. We're going dancing Friday."

You blinked, hands falling to your sides. 

"Bucky’s back?" 

"Mmhm! Is this chicken?"

"Beef. When did he return?" 

You wracked your brain trying to think if you'd seen him. Bucky was back… did that mean Steve was too? 

"Nearly a week ago," Loretta chirped. "He's so handsome in his uniform."

"I'm sure. What about Steve?"

Loretta clapped her hands together, forgetting the food for a moment.  

"Oh, you mean Captain America? Of course he is. Haven't you seen him yet? Nearly everyone on the block wants to meet him. I've got a sister in Syracuse who's dog mad I get to see him everyday."

Loretta scooped herself a large helping of potato salad, then pointed with her fork. 

"He's over by the fence, talking to Maria Donaldson. Her father's a senator, you know. Not too shabby, huh?" 

"Oh," you replied quietly. "Right. Good for him. I'm, um, gonna go check on the desserts."

You hurried away, going straight for the rows of pies. You'd been one of the people to organize the party originally, mainly food. You busied yourself with cutting and serving slices, not daring to look the Donaldsons' way. 

"Do you have blueberry?" asked a short, stout man with thinning hair. You shook your head. 

"No, sorry. We have apple, chocolate, lemon, banana cream…"

"Why didn't you make blueberry?" 

"No one brought it this year. At the next block party, I'll make a suggestion…"

"You broads have one job,” he sneered, crowding you and the table. “The least you could do—"

"Is there a problem?" 

Steve was in a checkered button down, hair neatly combed back. He’d always been handsome, with his sweet blue eyes and pink cheeks. Perfect for a senator's daughter.

He stepped between you two, blocking you from view. You peeked around one giant shoulder as he stared down your heckler.  

"This girl and her bridge club forgot the goddamn blueberry pie."

Steve straightened, gaining at least another inch in height. 

"The lady worked very hard on this event and provided plenty of great food. You can find something else. If not, you'll leave." 

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m a part of this neighborhood and—”

“And this party is a privilege,” Steve cut in, stance wide. “Do we understand each other?”

How different this Steve was compared to the upstairs neighbor you remembered. He’d never backed down, ever, but now, people listened.

The man grumbled. Steve didn’t flinch, and after deciding he didn't feel like getting his ass handed to him by Captain America, the asshole snatched a piece of lemon pie. 

"Thank her," said Steve, easy as anything. "She didn't have to give it to you."

The veins on the man's forehead bulged as Steve coolly stared him down. 

"Thank you," the man said gruffly, then stalked off. 

Steve turned as you walked around the table. You offered a tentative smile. He returned it, dimmer than you remembered. 

"Hi, Steve."

"Hey. Are you alright?"

You nodded. "I'm fine. That was…" 

"He won't bother you again."

You wrung your hands. Steve stood ramrod straight, arms behind his back. The smile was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"Welcome back," you offered. 

"Thank you." 

"I'm glad you're home. You and Bucky."

Steve nodded, gaze softening. He looked exhausted.

"It's good to see you, Y/N."

You gestured to the table. 

"Pie? There's tons. Or um…" 

You crouched to pull out the cinnamon cake you'd made specially for the end of the night. 

"I'm technically saving this for after the fireworks," you confessed with a laugh, "but, do you want some? You like cinnamon cake, don’t you?" 

You didn't need to reveal that you may or may not have made this for in case you saw Steve. 

"Oh. No, I don't want to cut into it if it's for everyone."

You smiled, tilting your head. 

"No one will know, Steve. I know it's your favorite."

"I'll wait. Thank you, though."

You chewed the inside of your cheek, nodding. The Steve from before would've happily accepted a slice. 

"Have you eaten anything?" 

"Yeah, I've been at the booths down the block. It's a great event you organized, Y/N, seriously."

"Oh, well, it wasn't just me," you shrugged. "Plenty of people helped."

"You put it together, though. Only you would keep everybody's spirits up like this."

"People deserve it." You deserve it.

"Y/N! Can you bring these over to the Brigleys' booth?" 

Loretta suddenly heaved several trays into your arms. You staggered briefly, balancing the weight. 

"Oh, Captain!" she squealed, pushing past. "So good to see you! Well, that serum really did a number, huh? Golly."

Steve's expression was tight. "Ma'am."

Loretta giggled. "Look at that. Ma'am. Army shaped you right up." 

"Uh, Loretta," you began loudly, smile tight. "Isn't that your cousin talking to Bucky over there?" 

Loretta whipped her head around, scowling. 

"I'm never inviting her to something again, I swear!" she snapped, stomping away. 

Steve bowed his head, biting back a smile. You giggled, adjusting your grip on the trays. 

"Tell Bucky I'll give him an extra cinnamon cake as an apology."

Steve snorted. "He'll be just fine. Jumped right back into the swing of things."

"And you?"

His gaze flicked up to you. 

"I don't know," he finally confessed.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Brigley waved from down the street, gesturing to the trays.

"Yes, Mrs. Brigley. Be right there!" 

You took a step forward. Immediately, your knees buckled, shoes catching on uneven pavement, the weight too much. Steve surged forward, catching the pans with one arm and holding your waist with the other. You inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm hand plastered over your ribs. He set the pans down, searching your face as he goaded you to a chair. 

"Steve—"

"I'll be right back,” he said firmly. “Stay there, rest. You've been on your feet too long."

Though the words were a Captain's order, his tone was tender. You nodded, watching as he went and scooped up the pans like they were nothing, jogging to Mrs. Brigley. She, of course, wanted to chat, because everyone wanted a piece of Steve now. And why wouldn't they? Steve was golden, always had been. It wasn't fair of you to want him to yourself. You had no claim on him; not before, and not now. 

"Finally, you're here. The recycling by the stop sign needs to be taken out." 

An older woman, holding an entire pie you were pretty sure she did not make, stood before you, waiting expectantly. You sighed, plastering on a smile. 

"Sure. Thank you for informing me."

She hobbled away, probably to go steal more food, while you went to wrap up the bag, pulling it out of the bin. You dragged it out and down the sidewalk towards the small alley with the recycling bins. It wasn't as well lit and you tried to avoid stepping on the broken bottles and trash that littered the cement. As you lifted the lid and heaved the bag in, quick footsteps approached, crunching glass. 

"Y/N? Jesus. Are you okay?"

"Steve?" You closed the lid, your face a question mark as he neared. "What's wrong? Did something happen to the booths?" 

"You shouldn't be here by yourself. It's dark and you could cut yourself."

You blinked. "Steve, it's less than fifty feet away from the street. I think I'll be okay."

He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing, chest rising and falling too fast. For a moment, you feared an asthma attack, something you'd witnessed quite a few times. 

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" you asked.

"N-nothing. C’mon, let's—"

"Steve." You rested both hands on his wrists. He stopped. "You've been acting off all night. It's clearly not nothing."

He bowed his head, shoulders hunching.

"I missed you," he confessed quietly. 

"I missed you too," you smiled. "But you've got me, Steve. I'm not going anywhere."

"Stuff happened, when I was over there, and I saw—" Steve stopped, swallowing. 

He wavered forward the tiniest bit, arms twitching. Then he froze, restraining himself. You took the hint, wrapping your arms around his neck and coaxing him into a hug. Immediately, Steve clung to you, hands on your back, melding you to his chest. You hummed, breathing him in. 

"Yeah," you murmured, smoothing over the cowlick that just never seemed to settle no matter how much pomade Steve wrangled into it. "I think if anybody deserves to rest, it's you."

There was a heaviness, a weight that hadn't been there the last time you saw him, over a year ago. He pulled back slightly, nose nearly touching yours.

"Steve, I—" you fumbled, realizing how close Steve was, how you could count all the freckles on his cheeks if you wanted to.

“Yeah?” he breathed, warm air on your cheek.

Your arms were around his neck. His hands stayed dutifully on your waist. Steve’s eyes were like starlight, bright and earnest. Something delicate pulled in your chest, curling close to your heart. His eyes went to your lips.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Steve surged forward like he’d been waiting all night to do so. He melded you against him. Your lips slotted together. Kissing Steve was coming home. You knew he felt it too, with how he made a small noise into your mouth, unable to get enough of you. You felt his worry, his weariness forged through war and being stretched in a hundred different directions. 

Land here. I’ve got you.

Eventually you had to come up for air. But Steve didn’t go far. He merely moved to your sternum, resting his forehead. You held him like that, playing with the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m glad you’re home, Steve,” you repeated, and this time he didn’t tense.

“Yeah,” he said against your skin. “Me too.”

[corrodedcoffinkid]

begging for literally any hurt/comfort with wayne and eddie all i want is for eddie to get hugs from his uncle after a tough day

haven’t had free reign over the prompt in a hot minute… hope i did it justice. tw slurs.

Eddie’s so tired.

His stomach hurts, his head hurts… but nothing hurts as much as his heart. It’d been a long week. He’s resilient, he knows that, but it gets difficult.

He hates that he’s whispered about all day, every day. The retard, the freak, the fag… it hurts. He’s been skipping school to cope, and now his grades are even worse than before. He promised Uncle Wayne he would graduate, he promised. Yet, now it seems impossible.

Wayne comes home to find Eddie asleep on the couch- which doubled as Wayne’s bed. He checks the clock, it’s only 10pm. “Son,” he says, gently shaking the boy, “I’m home.”

“Hi,” Eddie murmurs, not opening his eyes. “Do we have any Tylenol?”

“I think so. You need some?”

“Mmhm.”

A few minutes go by before Wayne is back with two pills and a glass of water. “So, what’s hurting?”

“Head, stomach,” Eddie winces as he swallows the pills, “Nothing feels good.”

Eddie looks up to find his uncle staring at him with a sympathetic look. He feels tears welling up in his eyes- no, he can’t cry. Wayne just got off a 12 hour shift, he can’t-

“Son, are you okay?”

-and he loses it.

Eddie lets out a sob, throwing himself into his uncle’s arms. He tries to tell him just how terrible everything has been, how tired he is, how mean his teachers are, but all he can do is cry. But, it’s okay, because Uncle Wayne always knows what to do.

“Rough week?”

“Rough life,” Eddie says tearily.

Wayne gently sits them on the couch, and shifts Eddie so that he can rest his head in his lap- Eddie’s favorite comfort position. They’d done it since he was a toddler. “Breathe, buddy,” Wayne says, “I’ve got you.”

Eddie relaxes a bit. He often finds that the presence of his uncle calmed him down more than anything. It’s quiet for a few moments until Eddie’s shaky voice manages a sad, “Do you think I’m a failure?”

“No,” Wayne answers immediately, “I do not.”

“But I can’t do anything right.”

Wayne shakes his head. “Son, you have your own talents. You’re the most creative boy I know with all them drawings and sketches. If that doesn’t get you somewhere, your guitar playing will.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Eddie smiles, and he really means it.

[gingeraleluke]

𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x black!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie and his girlfriend can’t seem to arrive at a birthday dinner without getting mobbed by fans.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: the whole birthday controversy (racism), reader has anxiety, some swearing, fluffy stuff, i made the reader a swiftie bc why tf not, talks about race

𝗔/𝗡: i hope that i did all of my black readers justice with this one, and that you all love it! this was a request from @phobiccniea <3

i tried my best to be as respectful as possible with this one considering the event that took place. i love you all so so much.

the pov for this one is all over the place, i’m sorry 😭

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“ugh, are we almost there? because, i’m not sure how much more taylor swift and olivia rodrigo, i can take.” luna looked back at you through the rear view mirror. her blonde ponytail was sleeked back and stayed in place, despite the wind that blew from the open window. her hoops were large enough that they would clash up against each other if her head wasn’t in the way.

“yes, we are— and what’s so bad about liv and tay?” you asked, amused at her annoyance. the whole car ride there, luna complained about how she didn’t have the aux cord. you would have given it to vinnie since it’s his birthday, but he insisted that he didn’t care about what you guys listened to.

“nothing! i don’t mind, but…. come on?! it’s the same few songs you play, every time!” luna and you had been best friends since the fourth grade. while you had your similarities, you were both also polar opposites. she had offered to give you and vinnie a ride to the birthday dinner that everyone was attending. she felt bad for not being able to attend it, having a late dentist appointment and all, so she felt obligated to give the two a ride.

“okay, and?!” your voice grew louder as your hand gripped the back of luna’s seat. you and vinnie sat in the back, not wanting to sit up front and instead be with the birthday boy, leaving luna alone up front. your long, pink to white ombré acrylics, dug into the leather of the seat as you perched yourself forwards.

“and?! how many times do i have to listen to evermore and willow? pick one, you can’t have both.” you gasped and held a hand up to your chest.

“girl, that’s fucked up of you to say… but since you asked, evermore stays.” a smile formed on your face as the car began to park.

“your dad and brother are there already, right?” your hand grabbed onto vinnie’s shoulder, comfortingly.

“mmhm, they just got in.” you muttered a ‘cool’ before unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing your sunglasses. the black leggings you wore, hugged your body just right and the oversized balenciaga hoodie that vinnie gave you, smelled just like him as your straightened hair draped over it. “alex said it’s mobbed with fans and photographers..”

suddenly becoming aware of the dilemma, you snapped your head back to look at him and shifted your body closer to his. he wore his snapback to hide his messy locks and he kept his eyes locked on his phone. “hey.” you lightly pushed his phone down so he would look at you. “are you sure you’re okay? we can just postpone this and go back home, i’m sure they’d understand—“

“no, y/n. it’s fine.” he rubbed his hand over his face as you heard the small clicking noise of his phone finally turning off. “it’s just… being called a racist and trending worldwide on my fucking birthday and then having to see paparazzi is just not something that i want to do..” he stated, materoffactly. vinnie had spent the past few hours scrolling through twitter. a video of him had resurfaced and people had claimed that he said a racial slur, when in reality, he was just thanking a fan named nikki for a sub. he knew he didn’t do anything wrong, but it still hurt him, and y/n could understand why.

“aight, listen, do you want me to do something?” you blurted, jumping into his lap so you balanced on his thigh. “seriously, vin. if you want me to say something i can—“

“no, baby, it’s not your problem to deal with, okay? i promise. just, don’t feel obligated to do something, because you aren’t, it’s my mess and you shouldn’t be getting dragged in it. i already tweeted about it, i’m just waiting for all of the stupidity to die down.” your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you looked at how adorable he was.

“i know.” you nodded, “i know, it’s just…. god, people can be so stupid and i’m so fucking pissed that they decided to pull some dumb shit like this on your birthday of all days!” vinnie looked up in adoration at you. “it’s ridiculous how jealous some people can be. because that’s what it is, vin. it’s jealousy. you did nothing wrong and if people wanna be stupid and claim that you’re a racist, when you clearly aren’t and they have literally no reason to think so, just let them— it’s nothing you did, vinnie, it’s just them wanting to make accusations. they look stupid as fuck. you’ve done nothing wrong, and this isn’t something that white people have any right to dismiss. it’s not their apology to accept.” you could tell that vinnie didn’t feel like talking, so you continued.

“i’m glad that they called you out on that, though. people of color need to hold white people accountable for their inadvertent racism. but, you didn’t say it and it was all a misunderstanding, so please don’t feel guilty. i know you aren’t that kind of person, babe.” you could tell that vinnie was close to tears. he hated the idea of hurting someone, and knowing that there were black fans out there who were hurting over what they thought he said, was breaking him apart.

“they’ll come around,” you caressed his cheek, “and if they don’t? fuck em, they’re missing out on such an amazing and caring person. they’re awful for making such a serious and inhumanizing claim in the first place. watch, next week they’ll say that you hate women and spit on fans.” vinnie let out a laugh. “i’m serious! they say whatever they can to get you cancelled— it’s like the obama calendar all over again!” your boyfriend was now in a laughing fit. the two of you sat like that, in silence for a brief moment.

“are you nervous that they’ll say anything to you?” he fiddled with your fingers.

“if they do, i’ll go off on them and set the record straight.” his smile grew bigger at your words.

all he could think was, god i love her.

“are you gonna be okay?”

“i think so.” he nodded, sitting up as you hopped off of him.

“okay, guys? i’m gonna miss my appointment if y’all don’t get the fuck out of my car.” luna warned.

you and vinnie laughed as you looked at him and grabbed his hand. “after this, we can go home and eat ice cream, okay? i promise. let’s go have fun, baby.”

he laced his pinky in yours.

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as the restaurant came into view, the two of you were immediately met with a few fans, wandering around with phones in their hands. as you looked down the walkway, you noticed people standing as if they were waiting for you guys to greet them.

oh boy.

vinnie held his phone in his hand and you wrapped an arm around him, protectively. you’d normally just hold his hand, but you could tell that he was still feeling down, so you rubbed his back with your fingers as you continued walking. feeling your feet start to wobble, vinnie could tell that your anxiety was kicking in. he whispered a small “i love you.” to help calm your nerves.

“hey, vinnie. can i have a picture with you?” a boy asked, following after you.

“yeah, sure.” vinnie stopped, and faked a smile as he leaned over the boys shoulder. you stood and watched before you began walking again. you didn’t get much farther, before another fan approached. this one was a little girl and was far more excited than the other was.

“oh my god— vinnie can i get a picture?!” she smiled at him and adverted her eyes towards you; giving you a dirty look.

“sure!“ while your boyfriend posed, you felt your heart drop, somewhat. she was only around twelve years old, so you didn’t hold it against you. y/n wrapped her hands around vinnie before breaking apart, yet again.

he stopped and took a photo with a paparazzi man as you felt yourself become agitated. he sent you a sorry glance, his features lit up from the photographers camera.

“vinnie, happy birthday, man.” you two shuffled awkwardly by him while he spoke. “thanks, i appreciate it.” you looked up, seeing a sincere look of gratitude on his face.

finally, someone acknowledged his birthday!

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. flinching slightly, you looked down to see a short girl with long box braids, looking up at you.

“y/n?”

a smile formed on your lips, vinnie too preoccupied with the paparazzi to notice the girl. “yes?”

“hi!” her braces shown as she smiled.

“hi! how are you?”

“i’m great, wow. i um…you actually followed my fanpage a few days ago… it was uh— on instagram. it was an update page on you and vinnie—“

“OH! that?! that’s you?” the girl nodded ecstatically. “mmhmm.”

“wow, it’s an honor to meet you! i’m a huge fan of that page, give me a hug.” you engulfed the teenage girl in your arms. she smelled of sweet perfume and you held her hand as you broke the hug. y/n’s eyes fixated on the girls nails.

“oh my god, i love your nails!” unsure of what y/n would say, the girl stood there anxiously before checking her manicure herself. y/n played with her fingers, watching how the holographic rainbow pattern sparkled. “the rainbow is gorgeous! i need to get my nails done like that.”

“oh, thank you!” the sound of cars honking from across the street, drowned out her words. the group continued walking, y/n lightly placing her hand on the girls back so she wouldn’t get swept up in the crowd.

“did you want a picture with vinnie?” you asked.

“oh, yes, please! and you too!”

“of course!” you touched your boyfriend on the shoulder and he looked down at the girl. “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“kathy.”

the three of you posed for a photo before walking off and leaving the girl starstruck. you weren’t famous, and were barely an influencer, so when fans approached you, you were always excited. sure, they may just know you as vinnie’s girlfriend, but it’s better than dirty looks. speaking of dirty looks, you watched vinnie speak into a fans camera, a small group of girls your age huddled around him. a thin blonde girl pointed at your shoes, making another girl in the group laugh.

you looked down at your white and red nikes, your heart pounding as you gulped.

what the fuck is wrong with my shoes?

“y/n, vinnie! can i get a picture of you two together?” finally, you both reached the door and posed for a finale photo. you kissed him on the cheek, leaving some of your clear gloss stained on his skin. men with cameras began shouting questions about the controversy to vinnie, making you instinctively pull him away to see his friends at the entrance. jett greeted you two and trailed after vinnie.

meeting with bryce, kouvr and alex, you assumed that the coast was clear, until a fan shouted your name.

“y/n, your lashes are bomb!”

vinnie giggled as you replied with a swift, “thank you!”

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“dude, how many fucking hats is that?” jett asked, opening the restaurant door.

“i don’t know, like five?” vinnie laughed, lightly tipsy after being burned by his friends for not drinking on his birthday. you hadn’t planned on getting drunk, but here you were. vinnie held your hand and laughed at your stumbling feet. “fuck, i can’t trip infront of everyone!”

“alright, make a shield, guys!” vinnie motioned with his hands while liza and eamon walking ahead of you two, attempting to hide you from everyone.

“do i look okay?”

“duh!” vinnie smiled, kissing you on the neck as you exited outside.

“i’ve got hats! i’m a wearer of hats!” vinnie shouted, making you laugh like crazy. you held your head down, hiding behind liza’s body. the flicker of white flashes could be seen in your peripheral, but you couldn’t care less; too invested in how ridiculous your boyfriend was being.

speed walking, he swerved multiple fans and said small hello’s as jett rushed ahead of you. throwing vinnie his car keys, vinnie raised his hands in victory.

“finally, my car!” a hat flew off of his head, y/n leaning down to pick it up.

“wait, baby—“

“what?” placing the hat back on his head, he smiled at you. dropping down off of the sidewalk, you began to enter his car. “hold on, let me get it!” he opened the door for you and watched you sit.

“y/n! i love you!” you heard a fan shout.

“i love you more!” you yelled back, ducking down and into the car. a fan gave vinnie a gift as paparazzis started asking questions again.

“let me answer this one!” you poked his shoulder, pouting your lip out.

“okay, my girlfriend is gonna answer this question for me— you’re welcome.” he handed something back to a blonde girl and reclined his seat back so the man could talk to you.

“no, vinnie hasn’t been payed for the fight!”

“hell, yeah! goodnight, everyone!“ he rolled up his windows, feeling the grip of your hand on his leg. the two of you laughed; you laughing at absolutely nothing and vinnie laughing at how drunk you were. “see, this is why i only took two shots, i knew she’d get drunk.”

jett, liza and eamon all laughed at his words. the night sky peeked through y/n’s window as you buckled your seat. “oh, shut up birthday boy.” he flashed a toothy grin, backing out of the parking spot.

“now, it’s time for that ice cream.”

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@radioblah-blah @janesofia7 @aleksanderblack

[killerandhealerqueen]

You're chilling in a coffee shop when your neighbor, who you have never said anything to except the normal greetings, plop in the seat in front of you, looking like he wants to say something. Fifteen mins later, you're home and he's sitting on your couch. He's there to ask for advice, relationship advice but acting as if he's a wanted criminal. "How do I reject a girl who's father is military and survive to confess to the hot guy that lives across from us? I really need help. I'm semi intoxicated and desperate." (And begs that you'll find him justice if he gets murdered cuz 'thats what forensic ppl do, right?)

Maybe an hour later, said daughter of military dad breaks down your door and looking like she's about to murder this man.

(Also, your apartment building of 28 floors and 10 apartments each floor, except 28th. You on top floor with only 3 large penthouse like apartments. (Yes, you rich) You KNOW who the hot guy is, the young doctor. Desperate guy is elementary school teacher. Crazy woman is destroying tour property.)

The day was pretty standard, in my opinion.  It was a nice, sunny day, bit of a cool breeze…perfect weather

And what better way to spend the day than in a coffee shop?

As I sat at my table, working on some work, my neighbor, whom I had met maybe all of…three times, sat down before me

“Um…you’re…Sun Tian Li, right?”

“Yes…can I help you?”

“Can we talk somewhere…private?”

I looked at him for a moment before I sighed heavily

“I guess”

My neighbor smiled at me brightly, like a big, excited puppy, and I internally groaned

‘It’s too fucking early for this’

After I packed up my things, we left the café and headed back to our apartment complex, taking the elevator to my apartment on the top floor

“Holy shit, I didn’t know you lived up here”

“Mmhm.  Come in”

I then unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding the door open for him before I motioned to the couch

“Make yourself comfy”

My neighbor then walked over to the couch and sat down as I stood in front of him and crossed my arms

“So…first of all, what’s your name?  We’ve met all of three times”

My neighbor blinked before he smiled

“Jiang Shuo”

I nodded

“Okay, Jiang Shuo, what do you need?”

“I need relationship advice”

I frowned

“Do I look like someone who’s currently in a relationship?”

“No, but you’re the only person I can talk to about this”

I groaned before I sat down on the floor

“Alright, spill.  What am I helping you with?”

“Um…okay. HowdoIrejectagirlwhosefatherismilitaryandsurvivetoconfesstothehotguythatlivesacrossfromus?”

I blinked a few times before I held up my hand

“Okay, woah, slow down.  I caught like…none of that”

Jiang Shuo sighed before he took a deep breath

“Okay, so there’s this girl that really likes me, and she’s nice, but I’m scared to say “no” whenever she asks me out because I don’t like her like that and because her father’s in the military and I’m afraid that if I upset her, his ass will come knocking on my door and kill me for upsetting her”

I blinked a few times again before I shook my head

“Why would he threaten you for saying no?”

“Because apparently she’s a daddy’s girl and from other people that I’ve heard, she’s gotten her father to take care of her boyfriends whenever they upset her”

“He sounds more like the triads to me, but whatever”

Jiang Shuo then looked at me earnestly

“If I die, you’ll get me justice right?  Cuz that’s what you forensic people do?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, but like…dude.  He’s not going to freaking murder you”

“He might!”

I gave him a look

“Have you like slept at all?  Your eyes look a little crazed”

Jiang Shuo laughed weakly

“Ah…I’m a little hungover and I also had a lot of caffeine…which probably wasn’t a good combination…”

“Nope, not a good combination”

I then smiled

“So you like Dr. Qin, huh?”

Jiang Shuo’s eyes widened

“You know him?”

I shrugged

“I mean, I see him sometimes if I have to go to the hospital for a case.  He’s nice”

Jiang Shuo smiled dreamily

“Yeah, he is”

I smirked

“Damn, you’re down bad for this man.  Have you two even talked?”

Jiang Shuo shook his head

“No…I mean, I see him sometimes whenever we take the bus home cuz we take the same line but…I’ve never worked up the courage to talk to him”

I hummed, just as my door suddenly was broken down, causing me and Jiang Shuo to see a crazed woman standing in the entrance of the doorway, her eyes murderous as she stared Jiang Shuo down

“Yah!”

The woman then looked at me as I motioned to my door

“You gonna fucking pay for that or what?”

The woman looked at the door, then back at me, before she huffed

“You’re rich, you can afford to fix it”

My eyes widened

“I’m sorry, the fuck?  You’re the one who busted down my fucking door, you’re gonna pay the fucking property damage!”

I then pushed myself to my feet as I stormed over to her

“You are breaking and entering.  Should I call the police?”

The woman ignored me and shoved me out of the way as she stormed over to Jiang Shuo, looming over him

“Why won’t you go out with me?”

Jiang Shou’s eyes widened and his mouth open and closed like a fish gasping for air when I sighed

“Because he doesn’t fucking like you”

The woman spun around and looked at me with crazed eyes

“What?!”

I looked at her calmly

“I’m trying to not lose my shit over the fact that you broke down my fucking door so read my lips: he.  doesn’t.  like.  you”

The woman’s eyes widened as I sighed and crossed my arms

“You’ve never had someone tell you no before, have you?  Not really surprised, considering how you’re acting like a spoiled brat right now throwing a tantrum…”

The woman huffed

“I’m not a spoiled brat”

“Mm.  I’d beg to differ”

Just then, two security guards showed up at the door

“Everything alright, Ms. Sun?”

I looked over at them before I motioned to the woman

“Please remove her from my house.  She’s trespassing”

The security guards nodded and stepped inside, grabbing her by the arms before guiding her out

“Come on, Ms. Yuan”

“Let me go!  Let go!”

She then turned to glare at me

“My daddy will hear about this!”

I nodded solemnly

“I’m sure he will”

I then looked down at my door and sighed

“Great…now I gotta fix that…”

“Um…”

I then turned to look at Jiang Shuo, who looked a little embarrassed

“Sorry about that”

I waved my hand

“Nah, you’re fine.  Now come on, I’ve got a doctor to introduce you to”

Jiang Shuo’s eyes widened

“Huh?”

I rolled my eyes before I walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm

“Come on”

We then headed to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby before we headed out and headed to the apartment building across the street

We then stepped inside and rode the elevator up to the top floor, Jiang Shuo looking over at me in shock

“How do you know where his apartment is?”

I smiled

“Ah, we had a case here once.  The victim’s apartment was a few doors down from his”

Jiang Shuo nodded slowly

“Oh…”

Once we reached the floor, we walked over to one of the apartments and knocked on the door, the door soon opening to reveal the resident, Dr. Qin Yiheng

“Oh, Sun Tian Li.  What uh…what are you doing here?”

I smiled

“I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Jiang Shuo”

Qin Yiheng then looked at Jiang Shuo, his eyes widening slightly

“Oh, I’ve seen you before.  We ride the same bus home”

Jiang Shuo blinked before he nodded

“Yeah”

Qin Yiheng then motioned inside

“Uh…do you want to come in for tea or something?”

I smiled and shook my head

“I actually have something to take care of back at my apartment but Jiang Shuo would love a cup of tea, wouldn’t you?”

Jiang Shuo blushed slightly before he looked at Qin Yiheng

“Yeah, uh, I don’t mind”

Qin Yiheng smiled and took a step back, holding open the door

“Come in”

Jiang Shuo dipped his head and stepped inside, Qin Yiheng closing the door before looking at me as I winked at him, smiling slightly

Qin Yiheng blushed and quickly shut the door as I cackled softly before I sighed

“Great, now I gotta call the landlord to fucking fix my door…ugh”

I then smiled to myself slightly

“But playing matchmaker was fun”