#I just didn’t mean to sit down and spew it all out in like 2 hours

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOUR HEART WAS GLASS, I DROPPED IT ❆

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you open the door for your warm, ex boyfriend katsuki.

part 2/2. i’m sorry tumblrs not letting me link anything atm :(

inspired by champagne problems

katsuki booked his flight home at night for a reason.

it was dark, meaning no one really would be out. he wanted to be alone and sit there in his hurt. he wasn’t sure what he hated more- the bustling crowds or silent sleepers. both of them had a clear absence of you.

the winter chill seeps into his bones as he waits outside your door. after the phone hangs up, we anxiously wonders if you’ll even answer it. its -26°, and he can only imagine your bundled up in there. its the place he left you standing before hoping on a plane and abandoning what he had with you.

he’s about to turn away, before he hears your voice. “get in here, it’s freezing.”

he immediately obliges, stepping into the familiar space. crimson eyes stare at you, noticing your different appearance. you’ve cut your hair and pierced your ears. theres an ache in his chest seeing you for the first time again. suddenly the apartment began to feel much warmer.

“your hair. its… shorter.” he awkwardly mutters like a teenage boy asking you to a dance.

“uh, yeah. i wanted a change.” you chuckle, no less uncomfortable than him.

he wants to take your hand, but he’s scared he’ll drop it again. your place was cozy, yet crestfallen. he remembered you told him you never particularly enjoyed living alone. you lead him to the living room. there, he sees your cats cuddling, slightly jealous of the companionship they share.

its here he notices that its still chilly, albeit not as cold as outside. he quickly clutches his hands around the warm cup of tea you bring him, taking in the mundane sounds of your apartment. leftovers on the stove, the dripping of the sink, and the soft snores of your feline companions.

“sorry, my heaters still broken.” you apologetically quip, sitting down next to him on the couch. katsuki mentally facepalms himself for that. he said he’d fix it for you before he left.

“yeah. guess i forgot about that.” he says, barely looking you in the eye. if he was gonna break up with you, leave you stranded and hop on a flight out of the country, you think the least he could do is make sure you stayed warm- but no.

“why didn’t you get it fixed yourself?” he asks, his usual gruff voice replaced by a particular softness for you.

you just shrug. “i don’t know. i never got around to it. winter came early.”

the both of you remember when you first got together. he told his family for a reason. he was so excited, saying he found the one. a few months later, no one was celebrating.

love slipped beyond his reaches the day he began doubting himself. he wasn’t good enough for you. becoming the #1 hero in his country only made him wonder more about his worth. he could barely give a reason towards the break up, instead spewing out that he needed to think things through instead.

“..how was your trip?” you break the silence, though you know the answer. his trip was great. the media wouldn’t shut up about it. about his parties and award shows, about the lives he saved and the talents he has. they particularly the people, more so the girls he was with. though you decided not to bring that part up.

he paused for a moment. he knew you would say something about it soon. he was being watched and photographed everywhere he went, which included a few girls who got some videos and pictures with him.

“it was exhausting, more than fun. you know all those girls only care about publicity and attention, none of it was real.” he sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

“i didn’t bring up girls.” you’re quick to remind him. though its nice how he’s so quick to assure any doubts you may have. “but… yeah. i figured as much.”

“you know nothing happened between me and anyone you saw, right?” he asks in a tone that makes it sound like it should be obvious- but its not. katsuki could have went home with someone else, done illicit drugs, drank and had unprotected sex, and it wouldn’t be any of your business.

“it… wouldn’t matter anymore if you did. we broke up before you left, remember?” you say.

theres nothing with katsuki’s memory. he thinks about that break up every damn night.

“um.. least you had kirishima with you.” you quip, just trying to lighten the mood. you get a genuine smile out of the blonde.

“yeah. shitty hair was annoying, as usual.” he chuckles fondly. only best friends can refer to each other like that.

shitty hair was also the guy that kept katsuki from doing something, or rather someone, he might regret. he knows his best friend and he knows where his feelings lie.

katsuki was midas. everything he touched turned to gold. and people adored him for it, revelling in the fame and fortune. but with that superpower comes consequences. not everything should b shiny and gold. sure, his midas touch on the chevy door looked beautiful, but you two could never actually drive it. your relationship shimmered and glistened, but it never went anywhere.

but for a moment, things were good. you’d laugh and smile with your group of friends- though after the breakup you believed you’d never say that word again. now, those friends have the nerve to deck the halls that katsuki once loved you in.

he never was ready, so you watched him go. neither of you just didn’t know the answer, even after begging him to stay on your knees.

you would have made such a lovely bride. what a shamed he’s fucked in the head. even though to him you were the real thing.

he still has your picture in his wallet. he wants to your hold hand dancing, and never leave you like he did ever again.

“…what happened to us, anyway?” he dares to ask, his whisper speaking volumes in the silence. he knows the answer. he knows why he did what he did. but you suppose he wants to know what you think.

“one moment you love me, and your promising to fix my heater… next thing i know, you’ve gotta think things through. and then you’re on a plane to los angeles.”

he flinches at that. kind of a dick move on his part, not explaining things and immediately fleeing the country afterwards. to be fair, it was a pr trip he had planned months before, but if that wasn’t the case he’d still book a spontaneous trip to alberta or somewhere, like the coward he is.

he feels the most guilt when you bring up the heater he said he’d fix. it wasn’t the only thing he promised you. he swore you’d always be loved, that you’d never be alone, and yet he couldn’t even give you a god damn warm apartment for the winter.

“i did love you.” he attempts to correct you, though you focus only on one word.

“did?” you ask, hesitantly.

he pauses again, realizing his slip up.

“…i do love you.”

you shake your head silently, eyes welling up with tears. one falls into your cup of tea. “don’t… don’t say that just to make me feel better, kats.”

but he’s not. he’s saying it because he means it. he’s saying it because he’s kept his mothers ring in his pocket, preparing for the moment he’ll make it your ring.

at this point, he can tell the cold is getting to you. your shaking slightly, your loose sweater respectfully doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. a broken heater neglected by a shitty ex-boyfriend is enough cold.

“you’re cold?” he asks. “no, i’m warm.” you answer sarcastically. its his fault for asking.

he debates on it for a moment. normally, he wouldn’t think twice before pulling you into his embrace. but now, he worries. he wonders if thats even what you want. his quirk keeps him warm enough, but you don’t have that. seeing your reaction to the bitter winter air pushes him to a decision.

“c’mere.”

maybe its the cold, the ache in your heart missing him, or some combination of both, but you don’t think twice before shuffling over to him on the couch as he wraps his arms around you. your head lays against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

god, he missed this. even the warmth of LA didn’t compare to holding you on a chilled night.

“you’re the worst.” you whisper, obviously still angry and heartbroken, yet still in his embrace. “i love you.”

those words feel like a confession. he takes it, both the proclamation of his faults and the admission that you still love him. both are true.

“i love you too, dumbass.” he says. “and i’m not just saying that.”

you perk your head up slightly, finally asking the million-dollar question: “..then why’d you break things off?”

he looks at you. he knows exactly why. but he’s not sure if he can break it to you yet. ultimately, he decides you deserve the truth.

with a sigh, he finally speaks. “i… i don’t know. i thought it would be better for you. i thought you’d be happier without me dragging you down, babe.”

you look into his red eyes and determine that he is, in fact, telling the truth- despite how fabricated it sounds. katsuki bakugou, the incredible #1 hero who was the best of the best, thought he wasn’t good enough?

yeah, thats exactly the case. because even through his heroic outside, katsuki wondered if you deserved more. or better.

he sees the confusion in your eyes and decided to explain his thoughts further. “i thought you’d be better off without me, with someone else. i thought you’d find someone better than me who didn’t have such a shitty personality, someone who you’d be better with.”

you shake your head, making sure he hears you. “i know you’ve been doubting yourself since you became #1… wondering if you’re good enough or not, but… i thought you’d at least know you’re good enough for me.”

its crazy to him how easy it was for his fears to die down if he had just talked to you in the first place. he’s learned his lesson.

so he nods, pressing a kiss and an “i’m sorry” to your forehead. you continue talking to him.

“you’re shitty, and you’re kind of an asshole.” you chuckle. “you’re also really sweet when it counts. you remember things about me. you fix things, i guess except for my heater… you’re good to me. you try. you try harder with me than with anything else in your life.”

he couldn’t help but smile a little at the truth in your words. even counting his time in UA, his relentless training to become a hero, katsuki tried the hardest to become better for you. “yeah. you make me wanna change.”

he presses his forehead to yours, just relishing in the newfound warmth. he’s happy, content.

“lets call it even.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his. “i didn’t think i was good enough for you either.”

he almost scoffs at that. “you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that.”

you roll your eyes. “so are you.”

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[lilyisclueless]

First For Everything

18+

Gojo and Geto find out you’re a virgin, then quickly find out after you wouldn’t mind them taking it from you.

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Tags: virgin!reader, Virginity loss, Threesome, Praise, Oral, Multiple Orgasms/overstimulation, Fingering

word count: 2637

Part 1/2

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“Wait… you’re a virgin?”

The question immediately makes you feel heat travel to your cheeks. Two pairs of eyes lock on you, one an endless sky of blue, and the other pair so dark that if the light wasn’t hitting them the right way, it felt like you’re staring into a deep abyss. Both are almost too much to stare into on a good day, much less when they’re looking at you like that.

Gojo and Geto are your best friends. You three have grown very close over the past two years, so close that they didn’t have any shame when it came to you. They were as vulgar around you as they are with each other. Usually, that’s fine. Usually, you just have to put up with them spewing the most filthy things, typically the next day after a hookup. That was fine, even if you had to discreetly clench your thighs together. Sometimes it’s things like “What kind of sex toy do you use” or “What’s your bra size” too, and you used to blush at those questions but you’ve gotten used to them.

You say they, but you mainly mean Gojo. Although Geto always patiently waits for your answer, you can’t say he’s much better.

Today Gojo decided to ask you what it feels like to be fucked as a girl. You three are hanging out in his room since the white hair devil’s mouth wasn’t the only filthy thing about him. He was also filthy rich and got a king-sized bed for his room way back. You and Geto were sitting against the headboard a little ways apart, him reading his book while you scrolled through your phone. Gojo had been resting his head in your lap and legs across Geto when he finally grew bored enough to ask.

You didn’t even have a strong reaction. You didn’t blush, you didn’t feel shy. It was an easy question to answer.

“I’ve never been fucked so I wouldn’t know.”

You honestly didn’t think much about it until you felt both of the gazes on you. Their surprised expressions confused you slightly until Gojo asked his next question, which left you feeling a little embarrassed because yes, yes you were.

“What? Not everyone can be whores like you guys,” you huff, averting your gaze back down to your phone to avoid their piercing eyes. You not only hear but feel Gojo laugh below you, which only makes the red on your cheeks spread.

“No way! You totally are a virgin!” Gojo’s tone was teasing, and you knew that you wouldn’t live this down. Now for a while. This would be his new favorite topic.

“You don’t have to be a whore to have sex, you know,” Geto speaks up, and you glare over at him. He raises an eyebrow back, almost daring you to say he’s wrong, and you decide then and there you weren’t going to feed into this.

“Who would’ve thought? I knew you weren’t as active as us, but I never took you for a prude.” Gojo reaches forward and pokes your cheek playfully, and you’re quick to swat his hand away. “So why haven’t you popped the cherry yet?”

Now that question did actually embarrass you. Because there wasn’t a real reason why. You just… haven't. Between school, missions, and these two constantly dragging you around, you haven’t had time to make another male friend. Much less a fuck buddy.

That, and maybe you had the tiniest, tiny, itsy-bitty crush on your two friends. How could you not? Beyond being two of the most handsome men there are, the way they talk about their conquests almost makes you jealous.

Gojo pouts when you continue to ignore him. As if to get back at you for ignoring him, he turns his face away from you. You can feel his soft white strands gently brush against your exposed thighs, all three of you wearing your school uniforms still, but you pay him no mind. Geto chuckles as he closes his book, setting it to the side for now.

“There’s no shame in being a virgin. Me and Satoru were virgins once,” Geto says, ever the sweetheart, “I mean, not since we were like sixteen. But there’s no problem being eighteen and still a virgin.”

Aaaaaand there he goes, throwing in his side shade as usual.

“I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think I can associate with a virgin,” Gojo teases, and you roll your eyes, “how can I say I’m a proper whore if I hang out with a virgin?”

“He’s got a point. We have a reputation to uphold, as you always say,” Geto joins in, his tone just as teasing.

Gojo reaches up, plucking your device from your hands with his nimble fingers. You protest, but he puts the device out of reach. You glare down at him, finally prepared to speak to him if only to tell him to fuck off, but he beats you to it.

“I mean, we could always fix that,” he grabs the hand that was reaching for your phone, moving it out of the way to make eye contact with you, “would you like us to pop your cherry?”

It was a joke. He knew it was a joke, Geto knew it was a joke, you knew it was a joke. He thought you would roll your eyes, give him a little ‘as if’, or call him a perv. He didn’t expect much of anything, truly.

He felt the way your body shuddered at the question, the mere thought enough to get your heart racing. You hadn’t meant to react like that, but it was too late. Gojo felt it. Geto saw it. You could have saved it, but joke or not it had genuinely flustered you. Your brain was coming up blank.

The boys watched you for a moment. At first, they thought you might have been embarrassed. However, as they watched you fumble to come up with a response, watched the way your blush went from a soft red dusting your cheeks to a flow wildfire, growing every second they stared at you, the realization set in.

“Wait…” Gojo starts slowly, making you flinch, and he rises on his elbows to get a better look at your face much to your dismay, “do you?”

You shove him off you before quickly scooting to the end of the bed. God, there was no way to recover from that. Even if you denied, denied, denied it wouldn’t save you. They knew, and you wanted - no, needed to get out of there. You are way too embarrassed, and your only hope is they’ll show you mercy this once and not tease you about it later.

Before your feet can touch the ground, you feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around your midsection. You squeak, embarrassingly, as you’re pulled back. You feel a hard, warm, broad chest against your back, and a few strands of long dark hair dangle in front of you as the person behind you rests their head on yours. His arms wrap tightly around your stomach and chest, and you quickly realize there’s no escape.

“Why the hurry?” You could feel Geto’s voice rumble in his chest as he spoke and he could feel the thudding of your frantic heart, “no need to panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” you’re quick to say, gripping at the arms that were holding you back and trying to pry them off you. It was a pointless attempt.

“You so are panicking.” Gojo had at some point moved to sit on his knees, and now he was sitting in front of you. He reaches forward, and you flinch softly when you feel his fingertips brush against your cheek, delicately moving a strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear. “Dude, relax. It’s just us. We’re not mad that you want to fuck us.”

You groan loudly, sagging against Geto’s chest in defeat. You can feel the deep rumble of his chuckle. It isn't that you think they’re mad. You’re just totally embarrassed, and you don’t want to hear their teasing right now. “It’s not like that.”

“So you don’t want to fuck us?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“So you do want to fuck us?”

“Satoru,” you warn, throwing a glare at him that is ruined by how red your face is. His lips twitch in amusement, but for your sake, he does his best to hold back. “What I meant was I didn’t think you guys would be mad. I just… really don’t want to be teased about this. You guys are ruthless sometimes.”

It was rare you show any kind of vulnerability around them, and they felt a little guilty at how you avoid their gaze and instead focus on your fidgeting hands. Even your voice had a softer, quieter tint to it. Did they really tease you that much?

“We wouldn’t tease you about something like this,” Geto speaks up again, “at least not if we could tell you are really being affected by it, which is obvious you are.”

You relax a little in his hold, especially after Gojo agrees with his statement. These boys could be a lot sometimes, but at the end of the day, they’re your best friends. They like to push your buttons, maybe even a little further than they should at times, but they did their best not to go way too far.

You sit with them in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth radiating from Geto. He kept his chin on top of your head, the tall bastard, as he allowed you to relax against his chest. It was a peaceful quiet that let you get rid of any last jittery nerves.

Gojo watches the two of you for a while. The blush on your cheeks slowly dies down, and it’s only when you’re back to normal he shares a look with his best friend.

It was no secret between them that they really thought you were attractive. They both occasionally talked about fantasies of having their way with you, Gojo being the worst about it while Geto at least tried to be respectful towards her. They couldn’t help it. Beyond just being horny bastards, you’re the only girl they’re close to. Besides Shoko, but it wasn’t the same.

The only reason they’ve held back so far was for two reasons; one, they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and, two, they both had a thing for you and didn’t want to take things further out of respect for each other.

But fuck, how could they deny you wanting them to take your virginity? Even if it wasn’t intentional to ask, it was out there now. No words were spoken between them, yet somehow they had a full conversation.

Their eyes read: I’ll take the L if she wants you if you’ll take the L if she wants me.

“So, which one of us do you want to take your virginity?” Gojo asks, sounding so casual as if he was asking your favorite color or which ice cream flavor you’d prefer. Your cheeks start to heat again, and you glare at him.

“You just said you wouldn’t tease me,” you respond, a little more than just irritated. Gojo places his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palms before drawing slow circles into your skin. You felt heat twinge in your stomach, and it only grew when you saw the expression he was giving you.

Hungry. And he was staring at you like you were a meal.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m being dead serious,” he responds, but slows the movement of his fingers, “unless you’re not comfortable? We can drop it and move on.”

Despite the topic at hand, you thought it was oddly sweet how considerate he was being. Still, your heart rate starts to pick up again at what he was saying.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I just,” you hesitate for a moment, looking away from him again, “I don’t know. I’ve never done it and I also really don’t want to ruin anything between us.”

You hate feeling so vulnerable, especially in front of them. They are always so level-headed and have their shit together. They found it cute though, even managing to tug at their heartstrings at how much you care about their friendship with you.

“It won’t ruin anything.” Geto moves his chin from your head to your shoulder. He squeezes your body in reassurance before burying his face into the nook of your neck. His nose tickled the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, but he didn’t put his lips on you. Not yet. “And either one of us would take good care of you. If that’s what you want.”

“That’s right, even though I usually like to play it rough.” Gojo plays it off as a joke, but considering the things you’ve heard him say… he definitely likes it rough. “So what will it be? Me, Suguru, or a topic change?”

You give it some thought, gently chewing at your bottom lip. The fact you’re thinking it over at all made both the boy’s heart rate pick up. While they’re both ready to accept whoever you choose, neither wants to be the one kicked out.

You mumble something under your breath, tilting your head down to hide behind the curtain of your hair. Gojo puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The blush on your cheeks had suddenly increased tenfold.

“Hmmm? Don’t be embarrassed, it’ll make me embarrassed,” he teases, releasing your chin now that you are looking up at him.

“I said… what if I didn’t want to choose?” You speak up, and Gojo tilts his head to the side. You’d never admit to him how cute that was.

“Like you want us to rock paper scissors over it?”

“Like I want both of you.”

Both of them felt the blood rush to their cocks. They freeze for a moment, immediately sharing a look with each other. They would be lying if they said they hadn't thought about sharing a girl, but neither of them actually ever breached the topic. Now the opportunity was not only there for the taking, it was with you of all people.

You were just about to take it back when Gojo finally spoke up again. “Holy fuck I didn’t even know I could get this hard.”

“Two is a lot for your first time, angel. You sure?” Despite giving you the option to back out, he finally presses his mouth against the skin of your neck. He presses gentle kisses against you, and your breath hitches at the sensation. You unintentionally start to tilt your head to the side, giving him more and more access.

“I-I mean, not at the same time… just, you know….” You trail off, unable to think straight with Geto’s mouth on you and his hard-on pressing against your ass.

“You mean you just want us taking turns fucking that tight little hole of yours?” Gojo kindly explains for you, and you can’t stop your thighs from clenching together and the small whimper that escapes you. Even Geto groans in your ear at his choice of words and holy fuck.

Maybe you can’t handle them both. You already felt like a mess, the way your body was aching for them. You could already tell you’re wet, and they haven’t even touched you yet. Despite that, you couldn’t stop from whispering breathlessly, “Yes.”

You’d be the death of them, and you had no idea. They’re about to make sure your first time is so good that you can never enjoy sex with anyone else again.

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Cigarettes & Wine | M. Healy | 2

'I think I'll put you in another song, a little glimpse of you before you're gone.'

In which Sadie and Matty can't seem to get along at all. They refuse to see eye-to-eye, but Sadie is starting to find Matty's annoyed face a bit too hot. When faced with conversations about feelings, Sadie can't help but want to run away from it all.

warnings: implied alcoholism, implied panic attack (not in a written scene), smut (unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering), lots of arguing, they both just spew shite at each other <3.

word count: 6.7k

authors note: lalalalala sadie matty smut lalalalala. so what it's angry (lowkey heartbreaking) smut, its still smut. i rlly had fun writing this and i am sorry for the angst <3 (not rlly x)

Sadie doesn’t think she’s ever felt anger like she’s feeling right now. The band had just gotten back to their flat after one of their more hectic shows, and George had obviously had the smart idea to go out after said show. Sadie missed out on this night out, feeling like her body was about to collapse inwards, but when the band returned home, loudly, she woke up and immediately seethed. Her anger worsened when she fully woke, she knew what was going on in Matty’s room due to them sharing a wall. Cheap flat means paper thin walls. As each day passes the urge to ask George to switch rooms with her grows.

The pornographic moans and groans paired with the bedframe that is just about banging her bedroom wall down is enough to make Sadie roll out of bed and leave her room with a huff. She almost regrets it when she sees Ross and George basically rolling on the kitchen floor trying to put a frozen pizza in the oven, Adam was standing over the pair just laughing at them. Sadie smirks but then when she hears another bang of Matty’s bedframe come from behind her she mutters a string of angry swear words under her breath. “What does she look like this time?” Is the sentence Sadie uses to make her presence known to the three drunk men in the kitchen.

The boys all look up at her with grimaces on their faces which makes Sadie run a hand down her own, she knows they all want to say “You.” Which makes her reconsider her entire career. She is subjecting herself to something comparable to torture day in, day out. Ever since Sadie had started point blank refusing him sex he was acting crazy, actively seeking out girls who have something in common with her looks wise. She had only started closing herself off because the band was starting to gain traction and she didn’t want anything to end in a messy enough manner for them both to risk their careers. It seemed like a lost cause with the way they were both acting though.

“It’s okay though, we’re having a pizza party.” Ross had somehow manoeuvred from the floor to Sadie’s side, leaning his entire body weight on her. She grunted and moved so the pair of them were leaning on the counter, she looked in his eyes at his extremely slurred words and wondered how he could be this drunk after only being out for two and a half hours. She shook her head with a smirk and snatched the pizza from George, forgetting how much of his weight that Ross was putting on her until he keeled over onto the floor with a giggle.

“Oh my god, Ross.” George pretty much collapses on top of Ross in a fit of drunken giggles and Sadie busies herself with setting the timer on the oven. When she turns around, Adam is stood with his arms open, and she smiles up at him and accepts his invitation for a cuddle. He starts swaying the pair and she can’t help but breathe out a laugh at the song he’s attempting to sing, Sadie has no idea what song he’s actually trying to sing. She tries to pull away when he starts swaying a bit too hard but before she knows it the four of them are on the floor struggling to breathe through their laughs.

When they all sit down on the couch to indulge in their pizza, Sadie hears a door open and close from the hallway. She can’t help the way her eyes roll into her skull, and she suddenly doesn’t want to finish her plate. The way he gets a glass of water, silently, pisses her off beyond belief. He grabs a slice of their pizza and heads back to his room with the water, he notices the silence when he walks in, but he chooses to not make a petty comment. When his bedroom door practically slams shut, Sadie lets out a breath she didn’t know she was even holding in. “George, can I sleep in your room?” He nods with a mouthful of pizza and Sadie heads to her room to grab her water bottle.

Sadie can’t sleep for George’s excessive snoring, he always fucking snores when he’s drunk. She gets up to fill her already empty water bottle with a sigh, a chill comes over her body when she opens the bedroom door, she immediately connects the dots when she sees Matty hanging out the living room window, cig in hand. She sighs and turns her back on him, flipping the tap to cold and turning it on, she hears him clearing his throat behind her and has to stifle the groan trying to escape her lips. “Bored of your girlfriend in there?”

Matty’s chuckle tastes bitter on his tongue, he despises her immaturity sometimes. When he doesn’t reply, she turns to him and when he gestures her over with his head she sighs, she can’t say no to him, and she loathes it. Sitting down next to him she takes his offer of a cigarette, he also forces the glass of wine he’s cradling into her hand, which she happily downs. He looks at her, she looks out the window. “Can’t sleep?”

“George won’t stop fucking snoring.” Matty smiles at that and hands her his lighter. She hands it back and inhales deeply when her cigarette is lit. The silence between them is the calmest silence they’ve sat in for at least three months, anytime the two have been forced in a room alone the tension has been so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Probably due to the fact they’ve not had sex in three months either. She can’t help but study his face, she hasn’t properly taken him in for a while, she tends to avoid him whenever they aren’t shouting at each other’s faces. He looks exhausted, the way his eyes are heavy set into his face and his mouth is nearly permanently in a frown are the telltale signs, this makes her frown. She leans onto his shoulder and lowers her voice to a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“What? What for?” She shrugs and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, an attempt to protect her from the cold breeze wafting in through the open window. Hesitating slightly, he leans his head against hers, his lips meeting her messy hair before he does so. She sighs and shuffles a bit closer, having sat at a decent distance from him originally. “Nothing to be sorry for, Sades. I’m sorry.”

“Well, what are you sorry for?”

“I’m not sure either.” At his lack of attempt to actually apologise, she hums, nothing has changed. This conversation isn’t progress.

“I should go back to bed.” Sadie feels Matty’s head shake on top of hers and she snickers slightly, raising her head to face him. Their faces are much closer than they were before which makes Sadie’s heart pick up in pace ever so slightly. She pretends that it doesn’t though. He tries to sneak a glance down at her slightly dry lips, but her eager eyes notice, and she instinctively leans in, she swears she does it without realising. Before she knows it his lips are on hers and every argument they’ve had recently has flown out of her head, replaced by the way his hand feels when it falls to her bare thigh, practically coaxing the goosebumps out of her. Matty pulls away first and Sadie shakes her head. “We can’t. Shouldn’t.”

Silencing her with another kiss, a squeeze on her thigh, and his tongue against her lips, Matty groans into her mouth, begging to be let in. She denies him entrance until his other hand tugs lightly at her hair, drawing involuntary moans from her mouth, gaining him entrance. Readjusting so he’s no longer sitting cross legged on the windowsill Matty drags Sadie by the hips on to his lap. She feels so dirty, Matty had gone from being inside the girl in his bedroom two hours ago to making out with Sadie in the living room, but a sick part of her likes knowing that he’ll always come back to her. The same sick part of her grinds down into Matty’s growing erection, revelling in the way his head thumps against the window behind him. “Fuck, Sades.”

“Did that girl not do it for you? She might look like me, but I bet she doesn’t fuck like me, hmm?” Her hands find the seam of her pyjama top, but she quickly feels him swatting her hands away, wanting to take her top off himself. Doing so with fervour, his lips ghosting her nipples, blowing hot air over them and giving her reaction a sick smile. When his mouth closes around her nipple, a low groan ripples through her throat, she feels the need to get his clothes off of him as soon as possible. “Matty, please.”

“You’re filth. Desperate to fuck me when I’ve got a girl waiting for me.” Matty’s words hit Sadie right in her core, writhing on his lap, desperate for friction. The thin material of Matty’s boxers paired with the lacey material of Sadie’s panties was sending her wild, the feeling against her heat is delicious but she’s growing bored of it. He lifts his hips in a frenzy to rid himself of one of two clothing items keeping them apart, at the rapid friction Sadie moans loudly and squeezes her eyes closed. Letting out a dry laugh, Matty shifts her on his lap, her eyes cast down to his length and her hand automatically wrapped around it, like it was muscle memory. “No, need to be inside you. Won’t last long.”

Sadie feels like her lungs are being squeezed with how breathless she is, frantically shuffling her panties down her legs. Takes himself in one hand, Matty lines himself up and grabs one of Sadie’s hands with the other, she squeezes it as he pushes into her, a whine scraping the inside of her throat before tearing out of her mouth. Matty lets go of her hand and sticks two of his fingers into her open mouth, hissing at her, “You’ve got to be quiet, Sades.”

Whining around his fingers, Sadie bucks her hips into his harshly, Matty lets out a sound akin to a growl. She stops and raises an eyebrow at him, brutally shoving two fingers in his mouth. Feeling his mouth forming into a smirk around her fingers at her smug face, he starts fucking up into her to break her mean demeanour. The way her eyes roll into her head spurs him on, his pace relentless, his tongue licking up and down her fingers to match the pace of his savage thrusts. An urge to hear the noises that Matty clearly wants to make takes over Sadie’s brain, so she rips her fingers out of his mouth and sticks it on his knee behind her, leaning back in his lap to feel him hit her deeper inside. “Can fucking feel you squeezing me, so tight, missed this.”

The fake pout takes over her face without her permission, “Really meant it when you said you wouldn’t last long. Pathetic, I’m not even close.” She’s playing it up and he knows it from the way she tenses her thighs and squeezes his knee until her knuckles turn white. But Matty takes her words as the truth, holding himself off from finishing inside her, picking her up and throwing her onto the couch. Moaning at the way he man-handled her, Sadie can feel the loss of him inside her like he’d just ripped her arm from her torso, her blissed out face was quickly replaced by a glare at the two fingers re-entering her mouth, scowling as his hips snapped back into hers. When he leans down to give her neck an open-mouthed kiss, she snaps around his fingers, into his ear. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” The words uttered into her pliable skin make her arch her back into him. She hates the way he knows her body like he worships upon it everyday on the hour, almost as though he had studied her every atom under a microscope in a lab. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, she whimpers at the deeper angle, her walls flutter around him and she can feel the stutter of his hips. “Your filthy cunt is fucking sucking me in. You’re like some kind of witch. Come on, give it to me, Sades, fucking hell.” Staring down at the way a string of saliva connects her mouth to his fingers when he pulls them out at a tantalisingly slow pace gives him an idea. “Open your mouth.”

The compliant side of her does so immediately, moaning at the way his spit crawls down her tongue, he nods, she swallows. The wetness of his fingers immediately reaches between her folds and finds her clit, matching the pace of his persistent thrusts. Her left hand scrapes his spine and her right hand rips at his hair. She loathes the way his hands make her fold, feeling her climax take over her entire soul, her eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. “I fucking hate you so much.”

The tone in which she utters this word has him spilling inside her with a pained groan. The pair hold each other tightly as they both hit their peak, Sadie comes down almost immediately from the way Matty rides out his high inside her, she hisses from the overstimulation. “Fucking hell.” His body collapses on top of hers and she whines at the scraping feeling she feels inside. “Pull out, please.” A muttering of a few more swear words from her mouth pulls him from the cloud he’s found himself on, ripping himself from her. The boy inside of him peers down at the sight of his release spilling from her, she groans and steadies herself at the thought of standing up and cleaning herself up.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Her eyes fixate on the torn up skin of his back as he pulls his boxers back on and sneaks into the bathroom. When he emerges, he smirks at Sadie’s sleeping figure on the couch, her deep-set eyes gently fluttering as she gives in, her dark eyelashes resting upon the cheeks. The one word ringing in his mind, beautiful, is giving him a headache. He rubs at her bare thigh in a soft attempt to wake her up, between whispers of different variants of her name. “Just cleaning you up, darling.” She gently whines and rolls over.

“Why are you asleep on the couch?” George is hanging over her like a bad smell, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow, she groans and pushes his face away with a stretch. The sudden memories of the previous night climb into her brain and start to take over, sneaking a glance down, she smirks at the sight of the cushions propped up gently and her clothes on her body. The slight bliss that was beginning to take over her being is interrupted by an unrecognisable, shrill laugh at the kitchen island. George silently communicates at her to keep her mouth shut.

“Morning, Sades! Bacon roll?” At Matty’s chipper tone, George knows all he needs to know, cradling his forehead in his hand. She snorts and sits up, finally getting a look at the girl who was clearly not good enough for Matty. Sadie would describe the girl as ‘nice’, nothing more and nothing less. She looks nice. Matty doesn’t like nice. The other two boys are sat at the kitchen island too, stuffing bacon in their mouths like it’s going to make their hangovers magically disappear. Sadie circles round the couch to stand behind Ross, giving Matty a curt nod before sitting on the last spare seat, right next to this unknown girl.

“I’m Sadie. Who are you?” Adam covers his laugh with a cough, George groans into his hand, Ross is blissfully unaware, and Matty has to stop himself from whipping around to shout at the girl. The poor, innocent girl looks round at Sadie like she’d just shot her dog. A shit eating grin overtakes her mouth, smiling up at Matty as he places a bacon roll in front of her. “Thank you very much! Smells so good!” The tone of her voice makes Adam’s laugh finally escape his mouth, when Miss Unknown turns to him, brows furrowed, he panics.

“Oh, we have fun here.” Sadie opts for taking a bite so none of her laughter sneaks out. What a shit excuse, Adam.

“I’m Daisy, it’s, erm, nice to meet you?” No words. Sadie has no words. Daisy is basically Sadie rearranged. She politely nods at Daisy and turns to face forward in her seat, no longer wanting to interact with anyone. She feels a dull ache in her chest as she watches the way Matty talks to Daisy, a miniscule part of her brain is begging him to look at her. He doesn’t, instead turning back to the pan and humming a merry tune. Sadie is practically snarling at his back, knowing that her very nails have left marks on the hidden skin. That’s all it is. Hidden. Matty clearly has a sudden thought with the way his movements stop.

“Want any sauce, darling?” Sadie doesn’t know what happened, she’ll claim to have blacked out.

“No thanks, Matty.” Her eyes widen. Daisy nearly chokes on her breakfast, poor girl. As if on auto-pilot, Sadie’s feet drag her to her bedroom, completely abandoning her breakfast. She’s sure they all heard the scream she forced into her pillow.

The moon is the only thing lighting up Sadie’s room, the hopeful gleam staring right in her window. The Smashing Pumpkins ‘Oceania’ is humming into her ears as she edits a few photos from the night before, specifically avoiding the ones of Matty. A gentle knock on her door rips her from her daydream, pulling her eyes from the moon she murmurs a “Come in.”, shutting her laptop and turning round in her chair. But the sight of the man she’s avoiding draws a silent groan from her throat, she turns away.

“Hi. Can we talk?” He’s grovelling and she doesn’t know why. When met with silence he keeps talking. “We can’t keep dancing around this, it’s starting to hurt me. I can’t fucking look at you without wanting something from you, anything. I just want a sign of life, Sades.” She stares back out the window, wishing she lived in a house alone on the moon. But no, she’s here, face to face with everything wrong with her. All she knows how to do is shake her head.

“I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t have anything to say to you.” The way he takes a deep breath as he sits down on her bed makes her panic a bit, she knows that he’s about to hurt her feelings. It was just the honest truth, she didn’t have anything to say to him, what words could possibly come out of her mouth that he’d want to hear. Not a single thought in her head is something that should be said out loud to him.

“No, Sadie. What do you want from me? I am fucking sick of you, the sight of you, the way you’ll speak to the boys with no fucking malice in your tone, what did I do to you? And, what? Every two months you want me to fuck you and have it not mean anything? I can’t stand to be in your fucking presence everyday anymore, it’s draining me.” She zones out slightly, trying to will the lump in her throat to go away. Nothing that he had said warrants tears because he is also telling the honest truth.

“We’ve ruined it. Been friends eight years and fucking ruined it.” Shaking her head with a wet laugh she lets it fall to rest on her knee, a single tear slipping out. “Can’t believe there was a time we got on. Now you’re just horrible to me.” Bitter laughter takes over her ears and another tear falls. And another. Lifting her head she writes down the words, ‘wishing you could forget the present you’re living in’, in the notebook on her desk. The notebook is just full of shit, mostly angry shit, recently.

“You’re the horrible one. One day someone snapped their fingers and you turned on me. I can’t fuck around with you anymore, you’ve changed, and it makes me sick. To my stomach. And calling me horrible? Whatever.”

“You’re still talking if you weren’t aware.”

“Yes I was. Wasn’t done either.” Standing up and gesturing wildly, his bitter tongue still talks. She’s reduced to a pile of sobs on her desk chair, just watching, unable to make it stop. “I also find it quite frankly hilarious that you’re the first one to tell people that I’m the ‘worst person you’ve ever met’, it wasn’t that when we were shagging everyday four years ago.” Sadie sniffs a laugh at this, he’s contradicting himself by saying ‘she’s changed’ one second, then referencing a time Sadie actually liked him. “Oh! Another thing, telling George that I’m the only one you don’t say ‘I love you’ to is so strange. I’d like an explanation.” Walking over to her until he’s hanging over her, she has to look up and face his snarl. “Why? Why don’t you love me. I think you do and you’re just fucking scared of me, pathetic, by the way. I think you realised years-”

She interrupts him, unable to control the angry scream ripping from the depths of her lungs. “Stop! Just fucking stop! Get the fuck away from me.” He stills and cocks an eyebrow. “GO.”

A slam of a door and tears coming out in screams is all that’s heard through the flat.

The next time Matty’s on stage doing what he loves, he isn’t sure he actually loves it anymore. He’s considering hiring a new photographer. Sadie’s been dancing round his feet all night, apparently unable to take a single photo of Matty, she’s taken more photos of Adam tonight than she probably ever has. The way in which he is performing is growing slightly more aggressive, standing on the stage, seething, unable to do anything about it. Could you imagine what the crowd would think if he started shouting at his photographer mid-show?

She smirks as she comes round the back to take a couple photos of George, he shakes his head at her, and she lets out a laugh. Shrugging her shoulders as if she’s done nothing wrong, she quickly realises that coming onto the stage to take photos was a mistake, Matty turns his back on the crowd briefly and whispers in her ear, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What? Nothing? My job.” Turning back to the crowd with a scoff he keeps singing, Sadie takes a couple photos of the view from the back of the stage, looking out into the mass of people, she smiles at her camera knowing it’ll be a good shot. Exiting the stage from the left hand side she takes a minute to look through a couple of the photos she’s taken as she sips from her water bottle. The events manager approaches her and smiles.

“Why aren’t you taking as many photos of Matty?” The way her sickly sweet voice punctures Sadie’s ears makes her cringe a little bit. But she hides it with a returned smile in her direction and turns her body slightly towards her. Taking in her professional outfit she hides a laugh, how she’s not sweating is one of the wonders of the world. The way she was very clearly flirting with Matty before the show had pissed her off and Sadie knew she was only asking because she wanted to see photos of Matty.

“Don’t worry about it.” Walking all the way to the back of the hall with no more words said, Sadie scoffs when she’s no longer in hearing distance. Shaking her head she snaps a few more pictures before heading back to the dressing rooms, hearing the band finish the show she busies herself with looking through photos. She likes to pretend she doesn’t exist after the boys finish a show, they also like to pretend she doesn’t exist, mostly high on adrenaline. Since people had started taking the band more seriously, the energy at their shows has increased tenfold. So has their egos but Sadie never makes comment on it. Hearing the stomps of Matty down the halls has her realising that pretending she doesn’t exist isn’t an option today.

“What the fuck was that? You’re embarrassing yourself.” Slamming the door behind him, leaving just the two of them in the dressing room, Sadie rolls her eyes. She watches on as he grabs a wine glass and pours from the bottle, he takes a sip and groans, shaking his head. When their eyes meet, Sadie curls into herself a bit, intimidated. “Just utterly pathetic.”

“What’s pathetic? Me not wanting to see your face? Did you forget the things you said to me? Or are you going to blame that as a ‘heat of the moment’ thing like you always do?” The slam of his glass on the table makes her jump and he turns to her with nothing but malice in his eyes.

“No, you should be able to hold a level of professionalism that allows you to do your job no matter how you actually feel, Sadie. You’ve always managed to photograph me even if I have been in the wrong, but not today. I’m calling you pathetic because I thought you were more mature than you actually are. Turns out I was fucking wrong, hmm?” Matty is leaning over her, pointing a finger down at her. She stands up to defend herself.

“Actually, I think that you speak to me like I’m a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe and then expect me to carry myself professionally when in reality just the sight of your face makes me want to punch it. And oh, I’ll just carry on taking my silly little pictures and pretend you don’t come off that stage and hurt my feelings. Every. Single. Day.”

“Oh, I hurt your feelings? Fuck off, Sadie.” With this he leaves the dressing room and slams the door behind him so hard that Sadie sees the mirror on the wall shake a bit. She has to hold her laugh in when he comes back in for the bottle of wine. She really struggles to hold it back when George comes in and gives her a look like she’s dumb.

“What?” When George just laughs at her she laughs too. She grabs the second bottle of wine from the table and takes pleasure in drinking straight from it. “Genuinely what was I supposed to do? Let him keep treating me like this?” George leans onto her shoulder when he sits down, his voice is sympathetic, and Sadie is having none of it.

“You could’ve gone about it a bit nicer.”

“Why would I be ‘a bit nicer’ after all he’s done to me?”

“Yeah, you’re right, fuck him.” With that George takes the bottle and starts drinking from it too.

They’ve somehow ended up in a sleazy bar in Soho, they’d played just round the corner at some hall Sadie can’t remember to name. Matty’s still pissed, Sadie is very drunk, some would call this a recipe for disaster, George would call this a recipe for entertainment. Sadie has linked eyes with a notably cute guy a couple of times this evening, but she’s waiting for him to be the gentleman and make the first move to speak. As Adam stands up to get the next round she hears laughter from behind her and sees Matty flirting with some girl. She turns to Adam, “Get me a vodka shot, too.”

Adam really shouldn’t be encouraging her to drink anything that strong, but after clocking on to what Matty was doing he immediately adds it to the list of drinks he’s ordering. When it slides in front of her it’s down her throat practically before it’s even stopped sliding her direction. Ross grips her arm and laughs but she pays no mind to him, distracted by the bitter taste in her mouth, she’d be convinced the bitter taste wasn’t coming from the liquor. Eyeing the way Matty’s arm slings around the girl and his shoulders look slightly less tense she turns to search the crowd of people, looking for the guy who was eye-fucking her earlier. She leaps out the barstool when she sees him, throwing everything about wishing he was gentlemanly out the window. “Hi, I’m Sadie.”

“Theo, nice to meet you. I was gonna come over in a bit but here you are, like a dream in front of me.” Sadie laughs probably louder than she should’ve at this, hand coming down on his arm. At this Theo notices the lack of drink in her hand and rests a hand on her lower back, “Shall we go get you something to drink? On me, of course.” She lets him lead her back to all her friends, narrowly avoiding them as he leans over the bar to order her an espresso martini. She does not like espresso martinis.

“Thank you. I noticed your accent, Australian, right? What are you doing in England?” The small talk flows quite freely between the two as they exchange careers and anecdotes, Sadie finds it easy to talk to him. Not as easy as any of her actual friends but it’s good enough. She has to hold her breath anytime she takes a drink but they’re free, so she isn’t saying anything. Matty catches her eye for the first time since being distracted by the girl on his lap, when he catches a glimpse of the blonde boy standing next to her he shakes his head. She scowls at him and turns back to the boy, a bit closer than she was before.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe back to my hotel?” Sadie doesn’t really hear him, she sees Matty shaking her head at something the girl is saying and when she starts shouting at him Sadie knows he’d just been asked the same question she has. Matty makes fleeting eye contact with her, making a look that reads ‘I dare you’. Turning back to Theo she nods her head, smiling up at the smug look on his face, shoving his arm slightly. She finishes her drink with a slight gag and grips onto his arm as he leads her out the front.

“How far is your hotel?” She’d love to know why she feels guilty.

Sadie’s sitting on the doorstep to their flat building with mascara staining her cheeks. When she’d gotten back to Theo’s hotel she experienced something akin to a panic attack and basically ran out of there, he’d chased her just to make sure she was okay and when all she said was, “It isn’t your fault,” he knew that it was the other guy from the bar holding her back, the one from her friend group, “I just have to get back to my flat.”

Feeling nothing less than mortified, she couldn’t bring herself to go in, so she was sitting smoking on the doorstep with the entire evening playing on a loop in her head. Dropping her head to her knees with a sigh she let one more tear fall before putting out her cig with her shoe and opening the door behind her. When she opens the door to the flat she’s met with silence, unsure if anyone’s home until she hears George snoring and a strum of a guitar in the room next to hers. Upon realising he’s the only other person awake she admits defeat and heads to her own room.

After brushing her teeth in the bathroom and grabbing water and some painkillers from the kitchen, she opens her bedroom door to Matty standing, staring down at her. Shutting the door behind her she looks up at him with a fixed glare, silently wishing he’d brush past her and shut the door so she could sleep. But no, as she shuts the door behind her she finds herself slammed against it. “You’re so fucking pathetic, Sades.” It might be the slight buzz she still feels in her head, but his words paired with his hands on her hips hit her right in her core, feeling like her head is about to float right off her shoulders.

“Matty, you’re just here to fuck with my head.” She really tried to make her words believable but the way she trails off into a whine makes it seem quite the opposite. The way in which her body always reacts to him the way he wants will forever make her angry, staring up at him trying to keep her glare steady on her face. It proves hard when Matty’s face moves down to her neck, attacking it with his lips, practically taunting her by the way he leans back up to swallow the moan that leaves her mouth.

She fights her body, trying her hardest to not kiss him back, but the way his tongue is licking into her mouth makes her desperate for anything he’ll give her. “Think you can just go fuck anyone, hmm? You’re wrong, angel. Belong to me, don’t you?” The scowl that takes over her features makes him smirk down at her. “Pretty when you’re angry. Gonna let me show you who you belong to?” She doesn’t want to nod but of course her body is doing things without her brains consent. To be fair said brain is actively turning to mush and melting out of her ears.

“Matty, please. Hurting my head.” After a quick glance up from her neck, he realises she doesn’t mean that literally, but instead she means that his actions are confusing her. He’s too in the moment to care, dragging her to the bed to put her out of her misery. The feeling of the mattress on her back makes her sigh in pleasure, he smirks down at her, working his hands under her, way too big, jumper as he hovers over her, moving down at a teasingly slow pace. She writhes on the bed until his hands take a strong grip of her hips, dragging them to the bottom of the bed before holding her in place as he kisses from her knee to her thigh. “Fuck, why do you always come crawling back to me? Just told me you can’t fuck me anymore.”

“I can’t get enough.” Letting go of her hips to move her panties down her thighs, her hands whip to his hair as she feels a puff of cold air blown onto her clit, her heart stopping in her chest at the feeling. He growls into her dripping cunt, licking a stripe up it before feeling her thighs squeeze his face, moving his hands round them to keep them apart. “Be good. Keep quiet. Maybe I’ll let you cum.” The whine that leaves her mouth is involuntarily and goes against what he’d just said, she knows she’s fucking in for it now.

Lowering her voice to a whisper she leans up onto her elbows, “Matty, do something.” Brown eyes looking into her blue ones with a teasing glint he gives her another kitten lick and her elbows give out on her, back arching from the mattress. The teasing pace of his tongue is making the whole ‘keep quiet’ thing impossible for Sadie, her entire fist is in her mouth at this point and her brain is wondering where on earth he learned how to do this. Sure, he’s eaten her out many times before, but this is her first time realising how good at it he’d gotten. “Please, stop teasing.”

Humming into her wetness, he ponders on whether he should give her more or not. Does she deserve it? “Me stop teasing you? Oh, angel. Take your own advice.” Something about the way she whimpers spurs him on to, in fact, stop teasing. Giving in to her immediately, his tongue finds her clit and picks up the pace by the most miniscule amount. Unwrapping one of his hands from her thigh, his fingers find her entrance, ever teasing, but finding their way in after she hisses down at him to stop.

When he parts for a breather Sadie can see her slick on his chin and the sight brings out something carnal in her. She grabs his chin and pulls him up to her level, smashing their lips together as if they’re running out of time. Pulling away from her, Matty looks down at her, jaw slightly slack. “Like tasting yourself? What do you want, angel? Speak to me.” His digits still slipping deeper into her makes it incredibly difficult for her to formulate words, after whining at him and being met with a cocked eyebrow, she manages.

“Want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just fuck me, Matty.” He doesn’t relent. Hands speeding up, kisses draped across her neck, his other hand finding it’s way up her jumper, squeezing her tits. Determined to pull at least one orgasm from her before giving in to what she wants. He groans into her neck when he feels how tight she’s squeezing his two fingers. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go then, angel. Give it to me, all over my fingers, gonna make a mess?” Frantically nodding, she feels her brain fading away into nothingness before his lips wrap around hers. Laying still, not kissing back, her orgasm takes over her being, Matty practically chews her moans with his teeth as if they were tangible. With a whine she rips his hand from between her thighs and finally gives in to the feeling of his lips on hers, kissing back with fervour. He pulls away to glance at his fingers, smothered in her arousal, the sight alone would’ve made him hard if he wasn’t already. Opening her mouth without having to be told to, she takes his two fingers into her mouth, sucking tiredly at them. “You tired?” Taking his hand out of her mouth to hear her reply, he smiles down at her blown out pupils.

“Fuck me, please.” Sometimes she can’t help but make the same mistakes.

Sadie had woken up hours ago. Some sick part of her is forcing her to stay in bed, under his arms, in his t-shirt. There’s an air of domesticity surrounding the pair, the way his dark eyelashes flutter slightly in his sleep has Sadie enamoured. Silently wishing things could be easier, with a sigh. Her brain starts to ponder on where things went wrong, and who might’ve been at fault, when she didn’t like the conclusion she came to she shut her eyes. Matty must’ve felt the way her body shook slightly, waking up slowly with a long stretch. “What you crying for?”

“I don’t know.” He squeezes his arms slightly tighter around her and wipes a tear from her cheek, unable to stop the concerned expression from taking over his features. Rubbing a soothing hand down her back, he shushes her until she’s calm, looking down at her slightly with an encouraging glint in his eye. “I just feel shit about the point we’ve gotten to. Wish we were 16 again.”

“Angel, don’t feel shit. I’ve been a dick to you recently and I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to speak to you anymore.” Sadie nods against his arm at his words, the soft smile taking over his face makes her feel at home. He looks like he’s 18 again in the mornings. It makes Sadie feel a bit sick.

“I don’t know how to speak to you either. We’ve spent everyday together for as long as I can remember, but it’s like you changed without me realising.” Matty hanging off of every word she says enhances the sick feeling in her stomach and she looks away from him. Grabbing her water from the bedside table she cradles her headache with her other hand and hears Matty laughing at her from behind. Putting her water back down she hits his chest and stands up. “I can’t have this conversation with you. I think I need to fucking find my own place. Then Ross and Adam can actually have their own rooms instead of being forced to share. Think it would be best for everyone.” Being met with a head of curls frantically shaking, she sighs.

“You can’t.”

“I will. Watch me.”

[gleefullypolin]

Stacy's Tipsy Musing's - Colin Bridgerton Hot Takes - Part 2

Ok boys and girls, we need to have a little chat about Colin Bridgerton.

Part 2 has been out now for a couple of days and there have been a lot of hot takes to come out of the season. A LOT of hot takes. I’m going to break this down into 4 parts. 4 questions that I'm seeing really bad hot takes about Colin.

Now none of this is new, I gotta say before Season 3 aired Colin was a hot button topic anyway. He seemed to be the Bridgerton brother that lots of people love to spew hate takes on anyway. But damn I gotta say its painful seeing the Polin fandom have so many bad takes falling from their lips.

So, I figured...having a little drink tonight, sitting down for Father’s Day (Happy Father’s Day, Colin) I’d give you the opinion on some of these takes that you didn’t ask for...Mine!

Last time we talked about Colin’s entrapment statement to Pen and if he truly meant it.  Question 1, now lets get to Question 2:

Why would Colin send Pen home alone after finding her on the street at night?

Ok we are going to have to resolve a few things here. One, our desire to watch Pen/Colin have hot angry sex right there on the street, and two Colin Bridgerton respecting Penelope too much to do so. So, let’s start at the top. Colin finds Pen walking home on a dark street after a long night of drinking the night before they are to be married. And not just a little drinking, a LOT of drinking. He was going pretty hard at the bar with his brother, the boys could not keep up with him, and Kate called him out for smelling like a bottle of liquor.

Now he sees the reason for all his drinking, walking down a dark road STILL putting herself in danger in the middle of the night. His mind is racing about what the hell she is doing out there, he immediately just assumes it is connected to Whistledown. The woman he despises, hates, and is highly jealous of.

Now they fight. Because of course they do. Pen does a good job of holding her own against his anger here. She tries to explain herself, that she was trying to protect El, that she wanted to protect him, that she made mistakes, she should have done things differently. That Colin has given her confidence to stand up for herself without Whistledown, and you can see his resolve give. The moment he thinks she will walk away from it, he appears like that will end it all, it will stop the fight in it’s tracks.

But then she tells him there is still value to her keeping it. And that is where you see the real reason for him holding onto his anger. The jealousy. The fact that he feels she was laughing at him, by being a writer herself she must have not been truthful to him about his own writing. About his talent. And then the anger bubbles back up, and he hits her about his concern for her safety. And then it surges forward, his need to protect her. And that is where she strikes at him, she does not need his protection.

And here we are at the crux of Colin Bridgerton’s pain. His hero complex without a damsel to save. “Then what good am I to you?” She silences him with the one thing she can. Love. Pen loves Colin. It’s all she needs from him. And he is lost momentarily in her need for him to love her. His purpose. And they lose themselves in each other without thought in passion. Colin forgets his anger, his jealousy, his shame and he takes her up against the wall in public, on the street. And it’s not until that cursed horse ruins our voyeuristic excitement that Colin suddenly remembers that he has Pen up against a wall in public.

And this is not our Colin Bridgerton that loves Penelope. Not the Colin who just admonished her for not respecting him enough to talk directly to him. He is not the Colin Bridgerton who would take her out of anger. He would not take her while feeling this shame and hurt toward her. Simply having her tied to him does not mean he can just take what he wants. So instead, he treats her with respect, he walks her to the carriage, and he puts her safely inside.

He then makes sure she understands that she will see him in the morning at the wedding, he intends to be there to marry her, regardless of what is going on between them. And then he sends her home. Because anything else would not be Colin. He’s drunk, he’s angry, and the alternatives would not end without adding more shame to himself.

Stick around for part 3....

Why would Colin sleep on the couch and ruin their wedding night and then continue to sleep on the couch after they are married?

[theblue6ook]

The Young Years PT 2

Summary: This is a prequel to "Shit Interview" in the "Out of My League" series. Read about Bruce and Y/N in their troubled tweens. What about their past makes them work so well together? You'll find out. (Hint: they've both been through major struggles.)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: There's some alcoholism, guns, and daddy issues in this. You've been warned. [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Daddy Issues [B(14) Y/N(12)]

The cold pricked at her face, and snow seeped into her old rain boots. Her hands gripped the flannel with all her might and pulled. No dice. She tried again and pulled... nothing. Sighing, she turned toward the house and saw her brother's eyes peeking out the front window. No, I can’t leave him out here. This time, she stepped into the garage and grabbed a sled.

“Come on, Dad,” she said as she approached him. “Let’s get you onto the sled just- ugh- Come on, old man, help me help you.” Her father, in his drunken state, pulled himself out of the snow and onto the sled. Slowly, they made their way towards the house. 

She had sweat dripping down her back, but with minimal help from her father, they made it through the front door and onto the rug by the stairs. He passed out immediately.

“Listen, boys,” she sighed and turned to her brothers, “I have to go to the shop, but I wrapped some sandwiches and put them in the fridge for dinner. Eat and sleep, you hear me… and don’t wake up Dad. He’ll probably sleep there until tomorrow.”

“But you just got off your shift at Dorthie’s Flowers,” her brother Eric looked up at her. 

“I know, but Dad needs our help right now, so I have to double up.”

Both of her brothers looked at each other, unsure. Y/N gave them each a hug and stepped past her father and out the door.

She trudged through the snow to her dad's mechanic shop just down the block. After her mom ran out on them, her father was in a tough place, to say the least. So his good friend Ronnie took it upon himself to manage the shop. Ronnie was somewhat of an irresponsible uncle to Y/N. He cared a lot about her father, a lot, so, naturally, he cared about his kids, but when it came to advice, Ronnie wasn’t exactly the best influence.

They slowly worked in silence on a Purple Honda Odyssey. Ronnie was changing the tires as Y/N worked on the oil change. The silence felt good. Y/N needed to get away from everything for a bit. Working on cars did that for her.

“How’s your dad been?” he asked, breaking the silence. “Are you guys still having trouble with the bills?”

She sighed, “If he could come back to work, we’d have double the money, and maybe we wouldn’t have problems with bills.”

“Listen, kid, your dad has been through it, and he’s lucky to have you,” he seemed unsure, rubbing his chin. “You know there are other ways to make money quick.”

“Yeah, right, I’m already working two jobs,” she looked over at him. He looked like he knew something she didn’t. “Like what, Ronnie?”

“Nah. You’re too young for this conversation.”

“Like what,” she repeated. “Do you want us to starve?”

He was silent for a while and then eventually said, “You know, I know you’re good at working on cars, but how are you at driving them?”

“I’m twelve."

“Your dad hasn’t put you behind the wheel even once?” The look she gave him confirmed what he was thinking.

“You know how I always say when you know how cars purr on the inside, you drive them better on the outside.”

“Where is this going? Does this have a point?”

“You ever heard of drag racing?”

-

He claimed he didn’t mean to kill them. Then, why would you pull the trigger? He claims prison has shown him a different light. Well then, I can put you in the ground. 

Bruce sits silently, watching his parents' murderer spew nonsense. He was on the run for a month before he was caught when Bruce was eight. Alfred had hoped that would be the end of it little did he know, Bruce would be the end of it. He was ready to end it officially, and he didn’t care what would happen to him after. Rachel sat next to him, trying to offer support, and Alfred sat on the other side.

I could do it. I could do it right now. I could shoot him. He felt the cold metal against his hipbone, stuffed into the waist of his pants. A gun he had found after cracking his father's safe. In a way, it was poetic he would die at the hand of his father's own weapon. How this asshole got off with a life sentence, plus a possibility of parole, he would never know. Doesn’t matter now though. He sat and waited for a good moment. He sat and waited… and waited… and waited…

The trial was ending in no time, and the gun felt heavier and heavier. He started to sweat; he started to panic. He has to do this. He has to. Alfred noticed his panic and went to pat Bruce’s leg in reassurance, but the motion made the gun slip further down, barely holding onto the top of his pants… when Alfred felt it. Bruce knew he felt it, and there was a sole-sucking silence between them. 

Alfred looked at him, panicked and disappointed from the corner of his eye. He held Bruce’s arm by the bicep hard and started breathing heavily. As people started to filter out of the courtroom, Bruce remained silent, staring forward, and Alfred nodded towards Rachel in a goodbye as he pulled Bruce up and out of the courthouse. He had him by the bicep all the way to the car. 

He shoved Bruce passed multiple reporters and newscasters, and straight into the back of the Rolls Royce. Bruce noticed when he sat down that the weight was gone. Alfred stepped into the front of the tinted car, leaning back into the driver's seat.

“Where did my-”

“Sometimes I think you forget I was a part of the Royal Marines.” Alfred easily slipped the magazine out of the gun. He huffed, “You don’t- You don’t ever touch a gun. Do you understand me? Where did you even get this?”

“That asshole deserves it!”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?”

“IT WAS DAD’S,” he called out.

Alfred sighed, pulling away from the crowd of people, “You really think this is what your father would have wanted? You going to prison for the rest of your life? To kill someone?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You weren’t there-”

“I’ve seen death! It is nothing to think about when you’re fourteen years old. It’s something no one should ever think about.”

“It’s all I think about! Do you think this has been easy for me? They were actually considering offering him parole! It wasn’t an accident. He meant to kill them, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“I think you need a break. I think you need to get away from all of this. Let’s take time off; let’s go somewhere.”

Bruce knew where he needed to go, but he definitely wouldn’t be taking time off.

[lopsicle]

The Weakness Of Being Known

TickleTober Day 2: Accident:

Summary: Toristuka calls a meeting with the other PsyKids about precautions. Touma accidentally reveals a secret about Saiki. Hjinks ensue.

Character: Lee Saiki, Ler Toristuka, Ler Aiura. Akechi is also just there.

Friday fifth period was meant to be relaxing. It was the last day of the week before the weekend, where Saiki’s life could finally get a little more peaceful without the bothersome pests that lingered around him whenever he was at school. Given that it was his free period, he thought that he might be able to spend it studying in the library, waiting for the seconds to tick by while going unnoticed.

Of course, he was stupid for ever wanting things and was immediately punished neigh a few minutes after he sat down. Out of the thousands of thousands of thought spewing through his mind through his telepathy, one stuck out, for being one of the most annoying voices he could hear.

‘Saiki!’ Revealing his powers to Toristuka was a total mistake, he seemed to believe Saiki’s head was a personal message board for him to scream into the void too, as he had apparently forgotten that phones exist.

‘I have a huge emergency, I need you to meet me and other PsyKids in the janitor’s closet on the second floor! I already messaged Aiura and Touma!’

Oh, so he *did* know how to use a phone, he’s just being aggravating. Well, whatever this so called emergence was, Toristuka was doing an annoyingly good job not thinking about it, meaning Saiki had no clue what he was getting into with this. Being wedged in a closet with the only three people who knew his secret, not to mention how bothersome they were on top of that, was the absolute last way he wanted to be spending his final hour in school.

Saiki sighed. He got up and began walking to the second floor.

He knew he had no choice in the matter, if there really was some huge threat, he and Aiura should be able to deal with it quickly, and then he can leave. Plus, it was oddly nice seeing Akechi again after so many years and Aiura had given up on her obviously doomed romance attempts with him, making her not unbearable to be around.

He had nothing nice to say about Toristuka though.

Saiki casually pulled open the supply closet, revealing a rather spacious room with concrete grey walls, lined with tar black shelves stocked to the brim with bleach, spray bottles, wipes and the such, with a mop limit hanging in the corner. Standing in the centre of the room was Aiura, well rather she was sitting on one of the lower shelves, with Toristuka and Akechi in front of her, the latter of which was rambling on to poor Toristuka.

‘But, given that he’d want to come here under absolute discretion as to not reveal his powers, it’s unlikely he would teleport and even if he did, he’d need to find a safe locati-‘

‘Hey, Brainiac, Saiki’s here!’ Aiura interrupted him, saving Toristuka, who seemed thoroughly disinterested from his rambling.

‘Oh, Saiki, I was just talking about you, see-‘

A monotone voice cutting through their heads quickly cut Akechi off once more as Saiki closed the door behind him, his expression somehow even more displeased than usual now that he was actually here.

‘I gathered. Toristuka, why are we here?’ Saiki got straight to the point, to which the other two also turned to Toristuka. It seemed like he kept all three of them in the dark about this. This was either gravely dangerous, or it was going to get gravely dangerous for Toristuka for wasting their time.

‘You see, I’ve been thinking about all of us and how we’re basically superheroes now!’

‘We’re not,’ Saiki dejected, though that didn’t seem to stop Toristuka, unfortunately.

‘But, what if we’re *not* always superheroes? What if one of us turns evil one day and the rest of us have to stop them? That’s why I called you here, we need to figure out the weaknesses of everyone here as a fail safe!’

Silence filled the room for a few moments, making Toristuka feel even more awkward about this idea now that he was pitching it. It sounded good in hindsight but saying all that out loud made it sound even more unrealistic.

‘Toristuka,’ Saiki began, his voice dripping with agitated, ‘your aware that I could, and am going to, kill you right here and now.’

Toristuka yelped and jumped behind Akechi, grabbing onto the boy’s shoulders and shaking them nervously.

‘See, he’s already turning evil!’ Akechi nervously chuckled, seeming slightly amused as he placed a hand on Toristuka’s shoulder to comfort him.

‘Honestly I’m with Saiki on this one, where’d you even get this idea from?’ Aiura asked, rightly assuming that Toristuka couldn’t think of any ideas on his own, even stupid ones like this.

‘I saw it in a comic book!’ He exclaimed, much to everyone’s displeasure; he really was interrupting all of them just to live out this superhero fantasy.

‘While it’s not a bad idea in theory, in practice, there’d be little use for it. If any of us three besides Saiki ‘turned evil’, then Saiki would be able to deal with any of us, maybe even all three, with our only advantage being that we could reveal his psychic powers, though he certainly has ways around this.’

Toristuka seemed dejected, of course Saiki already had precautionary plans set up, though he wasn’t fully done yet.

‘Well, what if it’s Saiki who decides he’s sick of all of us and tries to off everyone?!’ He exclaimed, at such a volume that you could almost believe this was an actual concern of his.

‘Really,’ Saiki thought to himself, ‘you think I’d do straight to murder?’

Though it did seem to get the three of them thinking, for whatever reason. They really would be helpless against Saiki, suddenly Toristuka’s worries seemed a little more validated. Of course, they all trusted Saiki, even if he could be cold and cynical and seem like he didn’t care about anyone else, they all caught onto the fact that his behaviour came from a point of caring too much.

‘Well, if he does end up going all screwy, I’d be able to foresee it, so we’re a-okay!’ Aiura offered, striking a pose though it didn’t seem to satisfy Toristuka.

‘Right, because your fortunes about Saiki are always sooooo correct, aren’t they?’ Toristuka shot back, earning a glare from the fortune teller.

‘Oh yeah?! Have you got any useful ideas on how to take down the strongest person in the whole world?!’ Toristuka got shy at that, stammering as any idea he came up with would quickly be shut down, either by himself or Saiki interjecting his thoughts into his mind, that alone being a remainder of how strong he was.

‘Uh-hm, oh, Akechi, you’ve known Saiki the longest! Do you know if he’d have any weaknesses?’ Toristuka turned his attention to Akechi, the others following suit. Aiura was a little curious though Saiki was apprehensive, he doubted that Akechi would know any of Saiki’s weaknesses, mainly because Saiki didn’t even know if he had any specific shortcomings. But this was Akechi, one of the few people who managed to elude Saiki’s telepathy, likely one of the smartest people Saiki knew. If anybody was going to know this, it would be him.

Or Kusuke, but none of these four would ever willingly speak with him.

‘A weakness of Saiki’s, what an interesting question. While I don’t know of any ‘kryptonite’ so to speak that could nullify all of Saiki’s powers, at least not one that he’d put on willingly, it would be difficult o counter him as even if you manage to counter one ability, he has a plethora of other powers. Additionally, other than a select few, Saiki would be able to read the minds of whoever made a plan against him, meaning he’d be able to counter it. I’ve only managed to outsmart Saiki once and he turned me to stone straight afterwards, therefore I doubt we’d be able to beat him at all. If we can’t defeat his superhuman side, maybe his human side is the solution then! He has a fear of bugs but that isn’t particularly practical in winning a fight, he clearly loves his family, though I wouldn’t never dream of harming them, that would make us evil and his mother is lovely! I don’t remember any instances of weakness from our time back at elementary school, honestly he was probably much stronger then because he wasn’t showing any constraint, come to think of it, it probably wasn’t a coincidence that a window randomly shattered when I tickled him that one time, that was likely a subconscious response, or maybe even a conscious one in an attempt to dis-,’

Finally, Aiura cut him off once more, waving her hand dismissively, yet with interest.

‘Hold on, hold on, slow down, did you just say Saiki is ticklish?’ She asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Honestly, she couldn’t even imagine Saiki smiling, or experiencing tough, he always presented himself as being above that. Saiki’s expression shifted from a neutral one to mild displeasure, hoping that no one caught onto that little fact Akechi let slip.

‘Good grief,’ he thought, ‘he really can’t keep a secret.’

Saiki was pulled out of his mind by Akechi rambling to Aiura once more, finally having piqued her interest.

‘No, I said that I tickled him though I suppose the true meaning of your question would be ‘Is Saiki ticklish’ in which case, yes, yes he would be. At least he was, he probably could’ve written it out of his genetic code or mind controlled himself into not feeling the sensation, though I doubt he would, given that most if not all people are ticklish, writing a natural reaction like that out of himself would simply make him standard out more, and shatter some semblance of normalcy that he had left.’ Akechi surprisingly shut himself up, able to recognise that both Aiura and Toristuka were clinging on to this information. So was Saiki, though he was more so hoping to take this with him to the grave.

‘Well, there’s only one way to find out if he did that or not!’ Aiura announced, suddenly shifting her attention to Saiki, a playful smile curling across her lips. Saiki wasn’t exactly sure why he took a step back once the other two approached him, shooting a vengeful, annoyed glance at Akechi, who lingered in the back.

‘You could just ask me, or I’ll just tell you. Akechi’s deduction was sound, I am ticklish.’ The word felt awkward for Saiki to even broadcast telepathically, like a record player trying to play a vinyl that hadn’t been used in years.

‘There’s no fun in that! And we need to know if this is going to be effective at stopping you if you go all murder-y!’ Toristuka added, as if he had actually pointed something out. Saiki felt his back collide with the wall, had he really moved away from that much? They were still approaching him, a sort of teasy friendliness in their mannerisms which was unknown to Saiki, the feeling that they had control in a situation for once.

How mortifying. He really should just teleport out of here, but for whatever reason, one that Akechi was still trying to figure out, he didn’t.

Aiura was the one to make the first move, lunging for Saiki’s side and squeezing against it. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but him remaining perfectly still was not it. She tilted her head in confusion, grabbing his other side and squeezing up and down them yet still, nothing.

‘Akechi, your dedication was totes wrong!’ Aiuea huffed though didn’t give up for some reason, poking along Saiki’s waistline in boredom.

‘Ah, but I wasn’t, Miss Mikoto,’ Akechi said, putting his hands together delightfully. ‘It’s hard to see through his glasses but Saiki’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your touch, not to mention he’s been breathing with roughly 12% more force than he normally would.’

‘How did you even notice that?!’ Toristuka screeched at him, before turning his attention back to Saiki, who was moderately impressed with Akechi’s antics. He’s grown accustomed to them.

‘This is hopeless, move Aiura, let me try.’ Toristuka announced, and Aiura obliged, lightly disappointed by Saiki’s lack of reaction.

‘I’m not a toy, you know,’ Saiki thought, his eyes narrowing at Toristuka as he approached. He never expected to ever allow Toristuka to touch him, but if he appeared concerned, then they may catch onto the fact that this is a very real weakness of his.

As long as they don’t find the spot, he’ll be fine.

Toristuka took a hold of Saiki’s left wrist and raised its above his head, immediately scratching at his armpit. When that proved unsuccessful (other than Akechi noticing how his shoulder tensed up slightly), he began spidering his fingers all over Saiki’s underarms, desperately trying to find somewhere that would set him off. Toristuka’s expression grew more and more flabbergasted with each second, he should’ve expected that Saiki was able to keep his composure, but this was insane, even for him.

No one was immune to tickling.

‘Cool it there, perv, I’m not sure Saiki appreciated being manhandled by you,’ Aiura added when Toristuka’s fingers began exploring Saiki even more, his ribs, his waist, even his neck, though it all proved unsuccessful.

‘If Saiki wanted me to stop touching him, he could make me.’ Toristuka shot back, the most intelligent thing he had said all night. He took a firm hold of Saiki’s shoulders and turned him around so that he was facing the wall, seemingly taking this very seriously. Maybe he took his idea being mocked to heart, or maybe he just didn’t want Saiki to be right all the time. Maybe he just wanted a way to annoy Saiki whenever he wanted.

Yeah, definitely that.

Saiki felt strange as Toristuka’s fingers spidered around his back. He wasn’t letting Toristuka do this because he trusted him, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have some faith in him now. Sure, his ideas and actions were usually terrible and the whole idea of the PsyKids was something Saiki personally didn’t care for, but seeing him be passionate about something that wasn’t perverted was refreshing.

Saiki didn’t have long to linger on his pleasant thoughts though, he thought Toristuka was stopping as he pulled his fingers away but was unpleasantly surprised by the feeling of his dull nails being jabbed right in between his shoulder blades.

‘Ah!’ Saiki squealed in shock, his voice hoarse and cracking from the lack of shock. His reaction was so raw and genuine that it took the other three aback, though Aiura and Toristuka soon found themselves delighted.

‘Ha, I was right! Everyone has a weakness; Saiki’s no different!’ Before Saiki could even react, both Toristuka and Aiura swarmed him, the feeling of Toristuka’s fingertips brushing up against the sensitive space between his shoulders, while Aiura’s manicured nails found themselves tracing against his shoulder blades. Saiki thought a smile, clenching his fists though made no real attempt to get away. His cheeks reddened slightly, which was of course noticed by Akechi.

‘O-M-G, Saiki, this is literally adorable! How come you never told us the big bad psychic had a little tickle spot?’ Aiura’s teasing certainly wasn’t helping that situation. Saiki’s giggles came out of his mouth awkwardly, pausing, stopping and starting again, trapped between hitched and desperate breaths. It was as if he didn’t even know how to laugh.

‘Yohohou’d reahahct lihihke thihis!!’ Saiki answered, unable to hide the smile that came onto his face once Aiura began squeezing his shoulder blades, letting her nails sink into his uniform and wriggle all against the ticklish spot.

‘Yeah, obviously we would! Your always acting so high and mighty, but you can’t stop a little tickling!’ Toristuka smirked, finally feeling like he had the upper hand on Saiki for once, though he clearly didn’t know better.

‘Actually, Saiki very much could stop us if he wanted.’ Akechi chimes in, and continued before the other two had a chance to question him or, more accurately, before Saiki shot him up. ‘The only material that can stop Saiki’s powers is germanium, there’s no reason to believe that tickling would suddenly nullify his psychic abilities, especially because he was using his telepathy earlier. Initially, I assumed it was because of Saiki chose to teleport away or stop us from tickling him, then we would end up become suspicious and persistent on this matter, which would be even more annoying to him.’

Akechi approached Saiki, who didn’t even turn to look at him, finding the wall a safer sight.

But, since we now know that Saiki is definitely ticklish, he should stop us whenever he wants, unless he would want this to continue.’ Akechi concluded his little speech by running his finger right between Saiki’s shoulder blades; he shivered in response and let a few snickers slip from his mouth.

‘Wait, he’s actually enjoying this?!’ Aiura asked, though Saiki must’ve misheard her. She sounded excited by that. But, the broadcast of her thoughts into his mind quickly corrected him, she apparently found this ‘totes adorbs’.

Toristuka didn’t seem to mind either but Saiki didn’t care for his approval.

‘Gohohod griehef!’ Saiki huffed under his breath in annoyance, partly because he never intended on telling his friends classmates about this little secret of his, and partly because it had actually flustered him. It was totally out of character for him to enjoy something like tickling, it was clear that the author was just projecting traits onto him, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations. They felt human, to laugh and squirm and let loose for once; even if he claimed to above other humans due to his abilities, he knew craved to be normal.

Maybe this is exactly what he wanted.

‘Don’t pretend to start hating this now, Saiki!’ Toristuka pulled him from his thoughts; he really was on a roll today, he’d manage to say two whole correct things. That’s more than average. Saiki, for better or worse, couldn’t keep pretending to hate this, to hate their company.

Or he could, because they couldn’t really do anything about it.

‘I-I hahave to get bahahck to clahahass soon.’ Saiki tried to negotiate, feeling his shoulders start to relax a little, allowing Aiura’s nails to flutter against them, pinching against his skin slightly.

‘Do you want us to stop now?’ Aiura asked considerately, her fingers even slowing against Saiki’s shoulder blades. He hated how nice she was by asking that, because it made him feel a little bad about being annoyed at that question. If he said yes, then he’d have to stop getting tickled for now but if he said now, then he’d be admitting he enjoyed this.

Although, Akechi had already figured that out, Aiura and Toristuka didn’t mind in the slightest. The thought of being vulnerable with them seemed near impossible to Saiki, Akechi knew too much about him, he wasn’t entirely convinced Aiura wasn’t still crushing on him and Toristuka…was Toristuka. But regardless of that, they all cared about him, they’d long forgotten of the original intentions of this meeting and were simply indulging one of Saiki’s interests for him.

Like friends would do.

‘Mahahaybe just a fehehehw mohohore minutes..’ he managed to force out in a mumble, doing his best to not react to the excited squealing from behind him.

Saiki was sure that he was only smiling right now because he was being tickled.

And no other reasons.

[starsurface]

Helloooo!! I really love your headcanons, ESPECIALLY the baby regression. I always find myself AWWWING and being all big smile when I read your work, REALLY good job! Could I ask for Link Kuei brothers (they are my faves) with a baby regressor reader, you know, something similar with your last post (lui kang, raiden, kung lao, Johnny and kenshi with baby regressor)? Keep up the good work!!👍🫶

Hiiiii!!! I'm so glad you like them, it means so, SO much to me!! <3 <3 <3

I didn't have many ideas, and I can totally do a pt 2 or more hcs!!!, but I hope you like them. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, & Tomas w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ Your probably good friends with the Lin Kuei Brothers

🔥 ^ Whether your actually Lin Kuei or not doesn’t really matter

💨 If you are Lin Kuei, or just train with them, Bi-Han takes it upon himself to make sure you get a chance to regress after a really hard day of training (that he put you through . . .)

❄️ If you train with them and get hurt, Kuai Liang always has some bandaids on hand

🔥 ^ They’re decorated too!! Whatever design you want to have!! He got them just got you <3

💨 Tomas has a habit of accidently making you feel really small

❄️ It’s not his fault!! But he has a habit of doing ‘big’ things for you (like reaching down to tie your shoe if it’s untied)

🔥 ^ He does the shoe thing for everyone, once got kicked in the face by Bi-han for it

💨 Don’t worry, you sent Bi-Han to timeout (which he begrudgingly served)

❄️ Okay, scenario-

🔥 Whether your good at training or not . . . You still got kicked in the face by Tomas :(

💨 Really hard too!! This mans a little brother of two ninjas, play fighting is fighting for your life out here 😮‍💨

❄️ It wasn’t necessarily the kick that made you regress on spot, but the 360 spin your body did as you fell to the ground defintently didn’t help (when i say kick hard, i mean he was sparing you like you were Bi-Han)

🔥 He felt terribly bad, especially when you began to blubber and just sit there, holding onto your buised cheek

💨 Kuai Liang rushed over first, gently shushing you as he picks you up, and Bi-Han goes towards Tomas for one of the biggest scoldings Tomas will ever receive in his life

❄️ (^ Also don’t worry, you four were training for fun, so no one was around. If they were, the Grandmaster’s icey glare would keep them away)

🔥 Kuai Liang took you to his room, gently shushing you as he patched your cheek

💨 He gently dried your tears and let you cuddle up to him, giving you some pain meds for the time being

❄️ ^ Kuai Liang gives really nice hugs (unless it’s summer), he’s warm and like a big teddy bear

🔥 It isn’t long because Tomas and Bi-Han come to find you, and it almost looks like they got into a fight

💨 Tomas starts spewing apoligize, never meaning to hurt you the way he did

❄️ You do forgive him, after babbling a few things about him being naughty

🔥 Tomas gives you a bone crushing hug afterwords (and I mean bone crushing, survival rate is low) 

💨 ^ Bi-Han has to tell him to watch his strength and Tomas does lighten up though

❄️ The rest of the day is spent doing whatever you want, tv, coloring, making Bi-Han buy your favorite food

🔥 Different scenario-

💨 There are nights where you come to the three brothers already feeling small and a bit clingy

❄️ Suprisingly, Bi-Han is the first to scoop you up, claiming that you should have only came to the best, not these other incompitents

🔥 . . . If you repeat his last word, Kuai Liang snatches you from him and Tomas begin scolding Bi-Han for using naughty words around you (it’s not nice to tell that to others, Bi!!)

💨 There’s a bit of bickering from the three of them

❄️ They all want your attention (very similar to a Johnny and Kung Lao senerio)

🔥 Although unlike Johnny and Kung Lao, they don’t use mean voices and agree to certain things

💨 Kuai Liang wants to color with you? Alright, Tomas and Bi-Han will sit close by, recommending colors and such

❄️ ^They’ll also praise anything you make!! Two scribbles? Going on one of their walls (they’ll fight over it too)

🔥 Tomas wants to play peek-a-boo or have a dance party? (Johnny’s influencing him)

💨 Tomas will hold you on his hip, twirling you two around as you giggle

❄️ Bi-Han and Kuai Liang also demand a turn dancing with you (much to Tomas's pout)

🔥 Bi-Han’s request is very simple, he just wants to have a small cuddle session

💨 He’ll turn on whatever cartoon you want, and hold you while he lays on the couch, you on his chest

❄️ Kuai Liang and Tomas both wiggle into the cuddle session too, and the four of you end up taking a long nap <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Hey, you guys remember when I made that CG Johnny & Kenshi w/ Regressor Tomas? Someone called me out saying I did one of the characters (I'm assuming Tomas) really out of character, do you think I should redo it?

[hearts4leeknow]

Chicken Nuggets || Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff (hurt/comfort?)

Warning(s)?: hurtful words (hannie didnt mean it), Han is a little bit of a meanie (but he makes up for it)

Han Jisung x Reader

Summary: You storm off into you and Hannies shared bedroom with hurt feelings. Han knows he messed up but thinks an apology isn’t enough so he makes some chicken nuggets for you <3

a/n: My friends were giving me suggestions and this one is from my friend @ghostaurel <33

“you’re so clingy it’s suffocating you know? Can you not see I don’t wanna talk to you!”

Han’s words repeated in your head over and over again each time you heard it you’d let out a sob. Does he really think i’m that clingy? No, was the answer but his words earlier said otherwise. Han knew he was wrong as soon as the filthy words left his mouth, his heart hurt when he saw the tears build up in your eyes due to the words he had spewed, yet he couldn’t think in the moment so he said nothing else. He regrets saying nothing, it probably made him look worse but he cant do anything to change that now, the past is the past. Jisung spent the first 10 minutes alone in the living room thinking about how to apologize, he felt tears brim up in his eyes, he felt terrible. He didn’t mean it he just couldn’t come up with any song ideas for their new album coming out soon. Jisung knew it wasnt an excuse, he also knows a simple ‘i’m so sorry’ or ‘i’m sorry’ won’t fix anything. He already has hurt your feelings twice this week due to stress, his sorry wont mean anything to you and he knew it. So he decided to do more this time, make a midnight snack for the two of you to enjoy together to finally spend time together after him staying in the studio for who knows how long. It was the least he could do.

Chicken Nuggets, is the first thing that came to mind when he thought of foods and snacks you liked. And so that’s what he made. Han saw some dino nuggets in the freezer so he defrosted them and put them into the toaster oven to heat up, he then went ahead and attempted to make star nuggets for you. He wasn’t very good at cooking like the other members but Jisung tried. He collected all the ingredients whisking, stirring and pouring ingredients. Finally he looked at the clock, 1:47AM he read. Are you even still awake? he wondered, his question was answered when he heard the bedroom door unlock revealing a tired, teary eyed, you.

“Baby! I made some dino and star nuggets for you as an apology because I assumed an ‘im sorry’ wouldn’t be enough for the damage I caused and the hurt I caused you..” He looked down feeling ashamed.

“Hmmh” You hummed in response, walking towards the dining table sitting yourself down.

“I am really sorry, I didn’t mean any of those horrible words I said to you. I said them in the heat of the moment and it wasn’t right of me. I’ve just had no ideas for songs and it’s been stressing me out since the deadline of those are in 2 weeks, yes I know it’s no excuse for what I said. I lashed out again, and I promise i’ll change for the better, for you. I’m really sorry baby!” Jisung apologized tears filling up his boba eyes yet again, his tone of voice and eyes practically begging for him to be forgiven. He was guilty and you could tell, his body language said it all.

“Hannie, it’s okay and I understand I was prying you a lot and probably disturbing you, but you know I care for you and whenever you feel stressed take a breather and talk to me about it next time instead of building it up and lashing out on me?” You give a small smile showing you do forgive him.

“Yes, I promise to talk to you and take breaks next time! I just can’t guarantee this won’t happen again in the future, but I will do everything I can to prevent it!” He had tears rolling down his face but he held a proud smile. In that moment he heard a ‘ding!’ meaning the dino and star nuggets were done! Jisung took them out and put them on a plate for you and him to share.

“Ji! don’t forget about the ketchup meteorite!” You giggle watching Jisung pull open the fridge looking for the ketchup bottle.

“Ji to your right on the door of the fridge.” You smile at his confused state frantically trying to find the ketchup. He let out a small ‘ohh’ and opened the lid forcing some ketchup out of the bottle.

“ahh” You said waiting for him to feed you a chicken nugget.

“Okay wait” Jisung quickly went to wash his hands speeding back and dipping a Star nugget into the ketchup feeding it to you.

“This is the one I made, how is it babe?” He questioned trying to tell by your expression.

Your eyes light up, “Woah, this is actually amazing” Your voice was muffled due to the fact you’re still chewing.

“Thank you Ji-baby!” You have a bright smile and a peck on the cheek as a reward.

“The least I could baby~” He gave you a sly smirk, giving you a kiss on the nose.

“try one!” You hold up a star nugget up to his lips waiting for him to take a bite.

“Mmm, you’re right it is good..” Jisung looked at you with his cheeks stuffed with chicken nuggets.

“You’re a cutie you know that!” You poke his cheek earning a pout from poor Jisung. You shoved two dino nuggets into your mouth mimicking Han.

“AWWW, you’re cuter babe!” He squealed with his loud persona, as your face flushed a light pink.

“Baby…I love you. You know that right?” Han expressed, in a calmer matter.

“Yes Hannie, and you know, I love you too” You two shared a kiss full of love and passion. That’s how your night went on, laughs and giggles were to be heard as you and Jisung were having the time of your lives in the dining room at now 2:57AM not yet asleep.

-FIN-

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this one! Lmk if you guys want more things like this!

[astravv]

Hello!! I love your writing!! Could you do Kazuha with fluff prompt 2? (Gender neutral pronouns)

fluff prompt 2 — kazuha x gn! reader

a/n — hiii!! thank you so much<3 and ofc here’s some kazuha fluff! also sorry this is a short one it’s like 3 in the morning and i’m tired

cw — none :,)

pairing(s) — kazuha x gn! reader

story — you and kazuha have been friends for as long as you can remember, basically since you have joined the crux. other members say he has a crush on you, but you’re certain he does not.

prompt — ❝you’re so oblivious aren’t you?❞

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“you seriously can’t tell that he’s flirting with you?” furong, one of the members of the crux says.

“he’s not, he’s just being nice. why does everyone say he’s got a crush on me?” you roll your eyes.

“you’re just in denial, y/n.” furong laughs as she walks away from me. i look up towards kazuha, who’s sitting on the railing on the alcor, staring into the sea.

i can see beidou walk up to him and exchange a few words. you think about what furong said and also what a bunch of people have said too before her. even captain beidou told me that he had feelings for me. maybe i just didn’t want to think about my best friend feeling that way towards me.

sure, it’s not a bad thing. kazuha is very attractive, but it just seemed wrong. you guys have been so close ever since you’ve joined the crux.

you sigh softly and make your way towards where kazuha and beidou were standing.

“hey kazuha,” you greet him and then look towards beidou. “hello, captain beidou.”

“hey, y/n.” she replies with a big smirk. “i’ll leave you two to it.”

she gives us both a look that makes me shake my head in response and chuckle a bit. i walk over to kazuha and take a seat beside him on the railing.

“how do you even sit up here? it’s scary. what if you fell in?” you question, looking down at the rushing water.

“i’m a good swimmer,” he winks.

“sure..” you roll your eyes, pulling yourself closer to kazuha. you both look up at the sky, watching the clouds slowly move throughout the sky.

“i heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight.” kazuha elbows you a little. “want to stay up with me and watch it?”

“of course.” you grin. meteor showers are one of the things you and kazuha love watching together, you wouldn’t miss for the world.

“good,” he replies, “looking forward to it.”

it feels like forever as you wait for night to come so you and kazuha can watch the meteor shower. keeping yourself occupied is the worst part when it comes to these slow hours ahead of you.

once night comes, you head up where he usually is sitting and he has a whole setup placed out for you. a nice comfy blanket for us to sit and lay on, some ice cold refreshments, a telescope, and a few snacks.

“kazuha.. this is so nice.. thank you.” you say as you run up to him to give him a big hug.

“you’re welcome, y/n.” he replies, “i knew you’d like it.”

you quickly head over to the blanket and lay back, looking directly up at the sky. kazuha lays down beside you. as you get lost in the sea of stars, kazuha’s hand makes its way down to yours, sliding his fingers into yours.

“kazuha..” you murmur as you both share this contact.

“shh. the meteor shower is about to start.” kazuha whispers.

all of a sudden thousands of beautiful meteors fill up the sky. you can’t help but smile as you watch the beauty of the sky show itself right in front of you.

“you’re so oblivious, aren’t you?” kazuha spews out, eyes still stuck on the beautiful dark sky full of shooting stars.

“what do you mean?” you question, turning your head towards him. he looks at you with a soft expression on his face, but serious.

“i like you, y/n.” he admits. well there it is. just like everyone else was saying, there was kazuha’s true feelings out there like that. you didn’t know what to say. should you act like you didn’t hear him, should you say that you like him too? what to do? but before you can truly think about what you are going to say the words just spew out of my mouth.

“i like you too kazuha.”

[judesmoonbeauty]

Moon Garden

Summary: She must’ve sensed how agitated he was because he felt her hand slowly grasp his. Interlocking their fingers she brought his hand to her lips for a kiss and then held it against her chest, not letting go of him.

This is Part 2. Please read Part 1 here. WC: 2,807 ┃Pronouns: She/Her ┃ SWF ┃Modern AU ┃Suggestive┃Fluff┃ Relationship Progression┃Suggestive Dividers: @/natimiles

She felt the sandy earth shift beneath her feet as Jude roughly guided her by hand from the car, the fabric of the blindfold started feeling itchy because she wanted to know where they were, but she was obedient and left it on. Using her other senses she tried to discern clues from the surrounding environment, but there were no other scents or sounds to provide the details she sought besides the fresh desert air at dusk time. Thinking back to their road trip into the city a few days ago and what led up to this moment, she was perplexed as to what Jude was up to……

After arriving to the hotel Jude had booked in order to freshen up for the business meeting, he had left her behind to sleep in the large suite since her body was still clearly exhausted from relentlessly pushing herself to stay awake. When she woke up she found that Jude had confiscated all of her electronic devices…..

“Don’t bother lookin’ for your shit ‘cuz it’s with me. Call concierge if ya need somethin ‘n drink up. Be back by two. Be ready.”

Sitting down on the bed she felt dejected because she made him worry about her again instead of helping him, and now she couldn’t even be of use to him at the meeting. Letting out a sigh she takes a sip of the water he left her, and almost spewed it out of her mouth the moment she realized it was already 1:30 pm. Jumping to her feet she ran to take a quick shower, and after a few moments she returned to the main room to dress, unaware that he had already returned. Looking at the large clock on the wall she sighed in relief that she still had about 10 minutes before he returned.

“Thought I told ya to be ready by two?”

“Ahh!” she screamed. Whipping around she found him in the recliner that was situated in the corner of the room with a black glossy bag sitting next to his feet.

“Jude?! Don’t do that! And I still have a few minutes…”

He walked over to her leaving the bag behind, staring at the water droplets gliding down her skin like glistening jewels on her body. She was so beautiful that he wanted to devour her then and there, but due to time constraints he refrained. Still, he wasn’t satisfied with just leaving her alone, so he decided to tease her a little. Backing her up against the wall with no where to turn, he propped one arm above her head and slowly dragged a single fingertip with his free hand against her exposed leg, provocatively slipping it just beneath the edge of her towel.

Staring into his eyes her body quivered as his finger slowly made it’s way up her outer thigh, and as he closed the distance between them, she caught a glimpse of his slightly exposed collar bone which tempted her to kiss it.

“…..”

His nose touched hers as he taunted her with the expectation of ravished by a kiss.

“My, my what a naughty princess. Look at ya, ready to be eaten. But I told ya to be ready by -”

Ding. “Not tonight.”

Jude was cut off by an alert from his watch and after he read the notification banner from the unknown number his face skewed into a scowl.

“Tch. Dammit…..waste of time.”

Jude withdrew from her now in a soured mood, and gathering the black glossy bag from the floor he left the suite.

“Hey, Jude! What the hell? What’s wrong?” She called after him. but he didn’t respond, so she quickly changed and ran downstairs to meet him at check out. What did he mean by that? Did the meeting go wrong because I wasn’t there to assist? Did the deal fall through?

However, those questions were soon replaced with another one as Jude hopped into the driver’s seat of the polished, black convertible they’d been driving around while overseas.

“Where’s Ellis?”

“Had him take a rental to run some errands. Get in.”

Jude wasn’t in the mood to answer questions and she didn’t want to add to his burden more than she already had, so she slid into the passenger’s seat and they sped out of the valet area to return to the desert house he was adamant they stayed at. Smoking cigarette after cigarette in disappointed silence, he clicked his tongue every now and then when he felt like he was reaching his wits end. She must’ve sensed how agitated he was because he felt her hand slowly grasp his. Interlocking their fingers she brought his hand to her lips for a kiss and then held it against her chest, not letting go of him.

Knowing it’s difficult for him to express himself or that he can find it troublesome to explain things, this was her way of telling him not to forget that she was there for him no matter what. Watching her look at the rocky landscape zooming past them, he rubbed her hand with his thumb to let her know that he got her message. Seeing her smile in response settled his nerves a bit, and they enjoyed the rest of the drive talking about the success of the business deal, and playing a ridiculous word game that he now hated with a passion.

However, even after they returned to the rental house, Jude refused to return her phone, watch and tablet as an extension of her punishment for overworking herself. In addition, she was not allowed to go for a drive or leave the immediate property, which only frustrated her when she noticed Ellis come and go several times a day at Jude’s orders.

“Ellis, do you need any help? I can go with-”

“No, thanks. Best stay here like Jude said.”

“What’s going on with him anyway?” Ellis’ face became dejected and she discerned that Jude had most likely forbade him to say anything. Knowing this was a bit below the belt, she told Ellis that it’d make her very happy if he told her what was going on. Ellis hesitated deeply before the desire of making her happy won out.

“Well, it wasn’t the right-”

“ELLIS!” Jude walked into the room and interrupted him before he could spill the truth.

“Shuddup ‘n send out the memo about our trade deal.”

“Right.” Ellis quickly left the two of them alone. Jude turned his attention to her and it was clear that he was still mood was on edge again. He tossed the black glossy bag he had with himself the other day in the hotel over to her.

“We’re leavin’. Ya got five minutes, princess.”

Turning his back on her he left to start the car. When she peered into the bag her pupils widened when she saw it contained an identical outfit to the one he was currently wearing - a black, loose-fitting, boyfriend-style shirt, and stone-colored shorts. She didn’t understand why he was so on edge or why she was to wear a matching outfit, but she quickly dressed and ran out to meet him in the car.

Once inside the car he tossed out a cigarette butt and pulled a long black sash out from his shirt pocket, “Turn ‘round.”

“……What?!”

Getting annoyed he spun her around tied the sash around her eyes without explanation.

“Wh- hey! I can’t see Jude.” He snickered at her as he started pulling out of the garage, “That’s the point, idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot! Where are we going?”

“Find out soon ‘nuff, won’t ya? What, ‘fraid I’m takin’ ya out to the desert to hack ya up and leave ya to the birds?”

“That’s- No, of course not!”

He could tell that he took his joke too far, so he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and chuckled at her indignant cute face, “Then shuddup ‘n behave for me princess.”

His gentle touch put her at ease and a short time later they had reached their destination. She felt the sandy earth shift beneath her feet as Jude roughly guided her by hand from the car, the fabric of the blindfold started feeling itchy because she wanted to know where they were, but she was obedient and left it on. Using her other senses she tried to discern clues from the surrounding environment, but there were no other scents or sounds to provide the details she sought besides the fresh desert air at dusk time.

After a few minutes they stopped walking and Jude hesitated before he walked behind her and removed the blindfold revealing the most unexpected scene - it was a large open-aired glamping site. There was a huge bell tent that was fully furnished, a wooden outside shower, a hot tub and many other amenities. It was incredibly chic, and to find a place like this out in the middle of no where, she was stunned to silence. Jude watched her reaction closely for a moment before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him as they started walking towards the tent.

“That nutcase almost ruined months of plannin’. ”

“Ellis? But, why did you have to -”

Jude whipped around the back of the tent and quickly released her with a swing. She stumbled forward and was met with the most beautiful sight. There was a large bed in the middle of a patio that was surrounded by all manner of night-time botanical blooms, but the most unique of these were these plants she saw with elongated leaves and bulbous pods on them. There were dozens of them, some potted, some growing naturally from the surrounding ground, others towering high upon trellises.

“Queen of the Night.”

“What?” she turned to him and waited for further explanation. Jude took a breath while shoving his hands in his pocket to grab his cigarettes, his nerves were finally coming to the fore.

“They’re called ‘Queen of the Night’.”

“Oh, these?” She walked up to them and upon looking closer she noticed that some of them were starting to bloom.

“They only bloom once at night in the summer usually for only a few hours. All the flowers here are night blooms…..it’s a….moon garden.”

He watched her gentle touch the leaves of each plant like she was thanking it for it’s beauty, but she was the beautiful one. She was the heart the filled the rotted cavity in his chest.

“The business deal just so happened to coincide with the season they bloom, ‘n while I took brought ya on the trip for business…I wanted to show ya how I….”

He ruffled his hair as he took a few steps closer to her, he knew that she was listening, but didn’t face him because it would be easier for him to expel his feelings. Still, it was difficult.

“That’s why you wanted to stay out here? Because it’s closer to the moon garden?” she asked to help him explain more easily. As usual, she was quick to pick up on things.

“Owner of the house we’ve been crashin’ at owns this place ‘n they can only give us a window of a few hours when they bloom. If we stayed in the city, it’d be too big of a drive to make it out here in time, wouldn’t it?”

“So, that’s why you wanted me to be ready to leave at the hotel the other day….then that message you got on your phone was to let you know that they weren’t blooming that night?”

“That’s right, ‘n I kept ya on the property so ya didn’t drive around ‘n find this place.”

Little by little, the pieces fell into place, and she guessed he probably kept her phone and things so she would look up local tourist attractions. The pods slowly opened more and more gradually revealing white petals, the scent from the other flowering plants filled the air as she continued to look around.

“Why did you want me to see these so badly, Jude?”

Why? How can I even begin to answer that?

“Ya weren’t meant to live in the festerin’ shadows of Crown or in the darkness of my life….but ya willingly chose to live in ‘em. You’re not wicked, cruel or merciless, and yet under the claws of night, ya bloom like this flower….and still remain clean ‘n unblemished….I wanted to show ya what ya reminded me of….that’s the real reason…”

A full glowing moon shed it’s silvery blessing over the two of them and the rare blossoms of these flowers called Queen of the Night, finally graced them with their beauty. The light of the moon pranced among them and the ethereal garden seemed to glow just for him and her. Jude had gone silent, and so she turned around to find him in the middle of an awkward position that sort of looked like squatting. She stifled a chuckle and, “What are you doing?”

Scowling at her he straightened himself up, walked over to her and then smirked.

“Gotta good laugh, yeah?”

Falling onto the ground her jerked her down with him onto his lap like a demon dragging the angel he fell in love with into hell with him.

“Hey, there’s a perfectly good bed right th-”

“Shuddup.” He shifted her on his lap to face him and he pulled her head to his and rested against it. She walked into his life and messed him up, leaving behind pieces of her light in the dank mire that he was sinking into, something he’d been envious of other people having for a long while now. Many times she extended her hand to him and he rejected it, but finally he threw in the towel and grabbed hold of the tip of her angelic wings, welcoming her into his madness.

“Till your bone ‘n dust, you’re mine. So -”

He stared into her eyes an gently gripped her neck, running his thumb down the mid-line of her throat.

“……….ARGH….shit!”

She pecked his lips and smiled, “I love you, too.”

“That’s not what I’m tryna say.”

Not one to be defeated he yanked her even closer to him and glared, “I’m askin’ ya to marry me, dammit!”

The entire world was silent. She made no reply and just stared at him dumbfounded. He knew it was crazy, binding himself to her in a promise he’d never be able to keep, but he’s never going to give her up, not unless he’s dead. Still, her pause was making his anxiety spike. There’s no reason to refuse. She can’t. He wouldn’t allow it, but he still wanted her to accept him willingly. She was his relief and peace, and the only who could keep up with him. He didn’t want to live in a world that existed with out her now.

A single tear fell down her cheek and he immediately wiped it away, the same hands that shed so much blood was able to caress and comfort her gently.

“Hey, princess…-”

“Yes.”

“What?” Not sure he heard her correctly he stared in search for those words again. She licked her lips and swallowed before she replied again, this time more clearly than the first time.

“Jude….yes, I’ll marry you.”

Her tears didn’t stop, but they didn’t need to. These tears were exactly the kind he wanted to see pour from her. Relief and satisfaction cascaded over him. He'd been so tense while planning this, wasn't sure he'd get to show her this rare sight, nor even properly say what he wanted, but regardless he was going to ask her to marry him anyway. He pulled her into a tight hug, and after a few moments he placed a gorgeous ring on her finger.

A large, pear-shaped amethyst nestled between briar thorns and roses decorated her finger, it was the same shade as his eyes, and out of sheer joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Now she understood everything and just how much he loved her. Their tongues teased and tickled each other as their hunger for each other could no longer be abated. Crawling atop the bed with out detaching from each other, they stripped themselves bare of their matching outfits and poured into each other underneath clusters of stars that witnessed their love bloom in the darkness like the Queen of the Night.

Don’t worry lil’ bird. I’ll show you heaven before I plunge to hell.

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[sesshy380]

Heeeeeya <3 for your Halloween prompts!

How about:

Red + Violet + 2!

So, I have this labeled as 'Halloween Casteshipping' in my WiP's, but it's more like the very early stages of Casteshipping lol

As for the prompt...

Below the cut for results!

“Why the fuck am I here again?” Bakhure growled.

“This is the one evening where the veil between realms is thin enough to pass through,” Atem replied.

“That doesn’t answer why I’m here.”

Atem casually walked down the street, admiring all the people dressed up for the day.

“Your host was into the occult. I figured that would make you the resident expert when it comes to this ‘Halloween’.”

“You saved me from being devoured by Ammit just because you thought my host was into black cats and voodoo dolls?”

Atem looked over at the Thief. “You almost sound disappointed about not being eaten…”

Bakhure folded his arms and looked away, not daring to reply.

“So what is it that you need to know?” he asked without looking back in the Pharaoh’s direction.

“Well, we already managed to walk through the veil, so I already have that answer. How long do you think we can stay here?”

Bakhure thought for a long moment before replying.

“Hard to say. One set of texts will say it’s pretty much a Cinderella situation where we have to be back before the stroke of midnight, another will say before sunrise. There’s not really a definitive answer in that regard. Plus in our case, there’s no telling if it’s our midnight or sunrise, or theirs.”

“Then I guess we’d better not waste time if we’re going to find them,” Atem stated while marching full speed ahead towards a large group of people.

Without thinking, Bakhure reached out and caught Atem by the wrist before he managed to get too far.

“Whoa! What the fuck do you mean ‘if we’re going to find them’? I have no intention of seeking out my former host, and frankly, I don’t think you’d be doing the shrimp any favors if you just appeared suddenly only to leave again. We. Are. Dead. It’s best to leave it that way.” Bakhure stated firmly.

Atem stood there, head lowered for a brief moment, before he jerked his wrist free of the Thief’s grasp and stormed off into the crowd.

Bakhure growled in annoyance, then turned with a dismissive wave with both hands. “I hope you turn to fucking dust. I’m heading back,” he said aloud to no one but himself.

He didn’t make it more than a few steps when a dark feline appeared and sat down before him; a pair of bright blue eyes jumping out in stark contrast to its face.

“Don’t give me that look. Coming here was not my idea.”

The cat sat there, just staring at him with narrowed eyes.

“What the fuck do I look like, his babysitter?”

The cat meowed in response.

“No! Absolutely not! If the Gods want their precious Pharaoh to return safely, they can do it their fucking selves!”

The cat continued to sit there, unmoved by his outburst.

Bakhure placed a hand over his face, dragging it down while sighing loudly in exasperation.

“Fine. But you better tell those assholes that they owe me one.”

The cat vanished in a swirl of blue flame, prompting another exasperated sigh from Bakhure as he took off to a nearby alley to summon Diabound; the now-invisible pair taking off into the sky to search for Atem from above.

“You’d think he’d be easier to spot with that stupid hair of his,” Bakhure grumbled after a few minutes of searching and coming up empty. “How fucking far could he have gotten?” he questioned while poking his head through the wall of one of the many clubs in the area.

He grumbled as he continued in his search, quietly spewing a string of curses over the situation. Just as he was about to say to hell with it all, he spotted that very distinct head of hair just standing dumbfounded in the middle of a crosswalk with cars honking at him.

Bakhure quickly directed Diabound to grab the idiot before he got himself run over.

“What the fuck were you thinking just standing in the middle of the street like that?!” he shouted once they were somewhere safe. He grabbed Atem by the shoulders and attempted to shake some sense into the idiot. “You don’t know what will happen if you die here!”

Atem blinked a few times, as though still processing things.

"A black cat just ran up my leg and smacked me in the face. Does that mean I've been blessed by the Halloween gods?"

Now it was Bakhure’s turn to be dumbfounded. That was what had stopped the Pharaoh in his tracks? Getting hit in the face with a fuzzy paw and wondering if it was a blessing from some random ‘Halloween god’?

“You…are an idiot.”

He released the Pharaoh and brought his hands down his face while sighing loudly in exasperation.

“How about we try this again next year after we’ve worked out all the little nuances?” he said after a long moment, heading back to Diabound and motioning for Atem to follow.

“You’d willingly help me with this?” Atem asked in confusion.

Bakhure glanced back. “Yes, but don’t read anything into it. The only time I do anything for anyone else is if it somehow benefits me in the end.”

Atem smiled and followed the Thief back to his ka.

“Ew. Put that thing away. The only look I ever want to see on your face when looking at me is the one that says you want to punch me,” Bakhure stated in regards to the Pharaoh’s smile. “Now let’s get back before we discover the hard way what would happen if Cinderella transformed back in the middle of the ballroom.”

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Another First Kiss: Chapter 2

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“’How ‘bout another first kiss?’ she said” Ithos sat in front of a well organized plot of various items atop a blanket, his brand new-used, Rescue Society Issued bag right beside. He had orans and apples up in the top left that he’d counted twice already, yet Max still couldn’t remember how many he said there were. Besides that, he had a few rocks and some spikes that he meticulously organized in the opposite corner.

He looked absurdly prepared; some things never change. She hadn’t even gone to pick her own bag up after seeing the ratty mess they gave Ithos, preferring to munch on an apple she’d swiped while Ithos wasn’t looking. It was their first mission, after all. Besides, it was too much fun watching Ithos. This whole time, he’d beamed from ear to ear as he pulled together all the assorted items he managed to find. Despite the trepidation the night before, he seemed beyond eager to take on his first mission. Looking over his haul one last time, though, he eyed the berries and apples with a furrowed brow.

“Hey, Max?” Ithos asked. “Have you seen,” he started turning to face her and watched her munching on the apple, “—Max!” He hopped up to snatch it out of her paw. He looked over the apple with a frown as he assessed the damage to find she’d eaten about half of it already. “What are we supposed to eat in the Dungeon!?”

“The other,” Max said, turning to check the fruit, “three apples.” One ear fell. No wonder he’d noticed one apple of four go missing. Standing over her, he crossed his arms as he stared down. “Well, y’know,” she mumbled, “gotta have a good breakfast?” Her tail flicked nervously behind her. He’d looked so excited preparing for this. Now, she didn’t even want to look up at him.

“Oh, breakfast,” Ithos mumbled. “Right, I knew I was forgetting something.” He forced out a nervous chuckle and held the apple out, reminding Max’s instincts that food was on the line.

With a painful twist in her gut, Max bit the apple out of his paw and scurried a few steps away to tear into it. An aching hole in her stomach made her make up for every second lost ten times in intensity. She barely tasted as she scarfed it down. Within seconds, she found herself hunched over empty paws with the remains of an apple’s flavor in her mouth.

“Wh-what happened?” she asked, looking around for the discarded core. Sparks bounced from her cheeks as she couldn’t find it. Instead, she caught a glimpse of Ithos counting his fingers. She flopped to the ground, pulling her tail over her head to hide while sparks spewed from her cheeks.

“Hey, are you all right?” Ithos asked, carefully walking over to lay a paw on her back. “Is this that, uh,” he paused to look around, “Dungeon Sickness?”

Max nodded her chin into the ground and forced herself to sit up. “I have trouble being normal about food,” she grumbled. She reached up to scratch the back of her neck. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s all right!” Ithos said with cheer so sweet it made her teeth hurt (though that may have been the apple’s stem). “I’m just glad you’re okay!” He sat next to her and rubbed his paw down her back. After she managed to nervously glance up, she caught him on the edge of a chuckle. “Honestly, it’s kinda cute.”

Max looked away to hide her own chuckle, growling, “Okay! Just get your bag packed.” Ithos flinched back a bit until she looked back with a smile. “It’s about time you went on your first mission, don’t you think?”

“Right!” Ithos cheered. He hopped up like a kid Life Day morning, and it wasn’t until he started for his bag that Max realized he had hold of her forepaw. Right as he was about to start dragging her, he paused to look back. Max hopped up as quick as she could while he raised a brow. “Don’t you mean ‘our first mission’?”

“You know it,” Max said with a forced smirk. Ithos side-eyed her, but left it at that and let go of her to head for the bag. Max took a breath of relief. She really needed to be more careful.

Ithos started at the top left, double folding the fruit into a pocket before going over to roll the rocks and spikes up around them. What he thought those would do, Max didn’t know, but he was the one carrying it. Watching him get so prepared while she prepared to go in with basically nothing somehow managed to feel nostalgic, even though she couldn’t remember the last time this happened.

“All right!” Ithos said, fitting the filled blanket perfectly into his bag. He closed the clasp and tossed it over his shoulder to look proudly at Max, a paw on each hip. “Let’s go!”

“And you think I’m the cute one?” Max chuckled under her breath. “What’d you say?” Ithos asked. A tiniest bit of his confidence faltered, too small to even notice, yet it was far too much for Max’s liking. “I said you look great!” she said. She scurried up beside him and grabbed his arm. “C’mon, let’s go!” Before he had a chance to say a word, she’d already started yanking him along. Within a few steps, though, he caught up and passed her. He started tugging her a bit before forcing himself to slow.

“Oh, right!” Ithos said. He slowed his pace to let her catch up while looking around for any eavesdroppers. Once he knew he was in the clear, he leaned down to whisper, “Pikachu are usually more comfortable on all fours.”

Max chuckled, letting her paw slip down his arm and wrap around his paw. She may as well make the most of the time she had. “That’s all right,” she hummed. “I’m pretty comfortable like this.” Ithos flushed and turned away while Max considered kicking herself for being so cheesy. Not only that, but she had a bit of doubt creeping into the back of her mind.

She wasn’t supposed to be there. She wouldn’t be there for long, and they’d definitely never so much as flirted. This Ithos didn’t know who she was two days ago, but she’d already spent years with him. Years she forgot, but the more time she spent with him, the more memories returned. If Grovyle showed up tomorrow, she’d have to leave. Would she even get to say goodbye?

“Hey, Max?” Ithos asked. He poked her side with the paw she held. She looked up to see his worried eyes staring down at her. “What’s wrong? You look sad all of a sudden.”

“Nothing!” Max said, forcing a smile. Ithos twisted his mouth before turning back to the path ahead.

“If you’re sure,” Ithos said. Max tried not to look, but felt his frequent worried glances her way. When her forced smile started to fade, he squeezed her paw. “Let me know if you need anything, though, all right?” His lips suddenly pulled into a smirk. “I am part of a Rescue Team.” He grabbed the flap of his bag to proudly display his ‘Junior Rescue Society’ badge. “That means I help people, you know.” Max shook her head while a chuckle forced its way past her melancholy. “Wooow, you must be so brave!” she giggled. Without thinking, she started leaning against his arm. Somehow, despite knowing she wasn’t supposed to be there, she felt like she belonged. They were already on the outskirts of the town (which Ithos called Serene Village), so they didn’t have to walk far to get out of it. Ithos led the way since Max let him pick the mission, and he was eager to lead them there. The path didn’t look remotely familiar to Max, but she was pretty used to not recognizing places. Despite her typing giving her a literal internal compass, she was really bad with directions.

Holding his paw in hers, she was glad she’d stayed so comfortable walking upright.

“Okay,” Ithos hummed. He pulled Max around one last right turn and stopped after a few paces. “It should be right through here?” He glanced around, suddenly looking a bit uncertain. “Well, around here, anyway.”

“Around here?” Max asked, looking around with him. “What do you mean? Do you know where it is?” She couldn’t see any sign of a Dungeon entrance around them. It looked like little more than a path with a dead end that lead to a normal forest.

“Yeah, it’s about here,” Ithos reiterated. Max wanted to challenge him, but she couldn’t come out and say he was wrong about something she wasn’t supposed to know anything about yet. “Well… shouldn’t they have these things clearly marked?” she asked. “I mean, Mystery Dungeons are pretty dangerous, right?”

“Oh right, sorry,” Ithos said, shaking his head. “You’ve never even seen one. You must be really confused.” He smiled awkwardly down while nervously scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, they can be dangerous. They’re constantly shifting, though, so you can’t just mark their borders.” He looked at Max to see if she was following along and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Max said. She was stuck nodding along as if he had made even the slightest bit of sense. Dungeons didn’t work like that at all. He was wrong, and she had years of experience to back that up, yet she couldn’t reference even a single day of that. Was she supposed to fall for this with him? Hopefully he’d catch on after they waited around for a bit.

“Oh, I think it’s here,” Ithos said. Max hadn’t felt the slightest shift, though. She started to wonder if he confused a forest he got lost in for a Dungeon. “Hey, I know it can be disorienting, but it’s all right.” He turned her to face him and grabbed her shoulders, beaming down at her with a smile. “I’ve got you, all right?”

“Th-thanks,” Max stuttered, cheeks sparking as she turned away. Idiot or not, she’d missed hearing him say that. She looked around to humor him and found the path behind them had disappeared. “What?”

The forest around them had shifted all at once. The dead end path turned into a rectangular plot of dirt path surrounded by trees far too thick to even try going through. Ithos let go so she could jerk her head around, but she could feel him on standby. He was right. It had sucked them in, and she hadn’t even noticed. She didn’t even feel it agitating her instincts like Dungeons always did.

“Hey, hey, it’s all right,” Ithos said, grabbing her shoulder. “I’ve still got you.”

“Thanks,” Max said. She started leaning into him a bit. She wasn’t scared like he thought, but feeling his scales against her fur helped anyway. Unlike Eleos, Ithos adapted his balance to her presence and leaned a bit against her as well. It felt more natural, more comforting.

“If you need to take a minute, we can,” Ithos said. Max nodded as she brought her paw up to grab the one he had on her shoulder. She had gone nearly years without his touch. Now, she could grab his paw whenever she needed it, wanted it. She wasn’t even sure if they’d ever held paws before, but it was hard to let go. It felt like finally being in the right place again.

They only had so much time together. She tried to ignore it, but a constant pit of worry in her gut knew that once Grovyle figured this all out, she’d be gone. She pulled Ithos in to hug his arm while trying to hold back the tears.

His free paw came to her head. Ithos gently brushed her head fur down to the back of her neck with a smile while she melted into him. With every stroke, she felt the timer more. Keeping time right fell to the wayside as their limited time together tortured her. Every second might be her last. She might not have ever told Ithos how she really felt before. This could be her last chance.

“Fuck it,” Max whimpered. In panic, in passion, time be damned, she hopped up to wrap her arms around his neck and tackled him to the ground. Before he could even yelp, she pressed her lips against his beak.

Ithos threw her off. “Max!” he yelled, rolling back up at the same time as her. “I-what was that?!” Max froze in place while her cheeks combusted into a storm of sparks and embarrassment. “We—I met you yesterday.” Right. She’d known him for years, and he’d known her for hours.

Oh God. He’d known her for less than a day. And she kissed him.

“I-I’m sorry!” Max sputtered. If only time had collapsed around them. Whatever that did, she’d prefer it to that moment. “I just thought, I don’t know, it’d be romantic? I’m sorry!” She dropped down to the grass and pulled her tail up to hide under. Why did she think he’d want that—and why did she keep kissing perfectly platonic friends?! “Look, Max, I’m sorry,” Ithos said, not stepping an inch closer. Max felt the distance. “I like you, okay? I didn’t mean to give the wrong impression. You’re, y’know, sweet!” Max tried to push her head into the dirt with her tail with limited success. “I just don’t like you like that.” If she’d known how she got there in the first place, she would’ve loved to zip right out. “Max?”

Unfortunately, Max was stuck there. She turned her muzzle up to say, “Please give me a minute.” Message sent, she got right back to hiding under her tail.

“Right, sure,” Ithos mumbled. “But, hey! We can still be friends!” Max couldn’t help a grumbling whimper at that. Despite wanting to help so bad, Ithos really sucked at it. “Sorry for, y’know, throwing you like that.” It hadn’t even been half of the minute Max asked for, and already he’d forced her to roll up and sit (keeping her eyes anywhere other than on him).

“Sorry for tackling you,” Max said. She tried to stay up, but it was too much. Within seconds, she had her face buried in her paws, grumbling incomprehensible babble she was glad Ithos couldn’t understand.

“Hey, don’t worry about it!” Ithos mumbled. Even with her eyes in her paws, Max could see his forced cheer. “Besides! You’re, y’know, uhh. Soft!” His award winning sweet talk made her want to spontaneously combust permanently. “And… yellow! It looks great on you!” She’d be concerned if it didn’t. “And, well, plenty of pokémon like, ah, beefier girls?”

“Beefy?” Max half-whimpered, half-chuckled. She was pretty sure Eleos called her that one before. It was getting hard to stay embarrassed with Ithos humiliating himself like this for her sake.

“Sorry!” Ithos sputtered, throwing his paws up. Max finally built up the courage to look up and watched him look around desperately for a better compliment. “You’re… pretty?” He looked up at her with a desperate, forced smile while his tail flickered and flared in embarrassment.

“Ithos,” Max mumbled in disbelief. This had to be the most humiliating moment of her life. Yet, seeing him desperately try to recover again and again with compliments ranging from mediocre to insulting had her fighting a chuckle. She couldn’t believe he’d be the one coming out of this embarrassed, and yet. Eventually, seeing his horrified face was too much. She burst into giggles, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Can we just move on?” Max asked. She pushed up to her hindpaws and dusted off her fur. With a few trepidatious steps, she made it by his side without glancing anywhere near him once. “Also,” she mumbled, “Pretend this never happened?”

“Yep,” Ithos chirped. His paw started to reach out before he caught it, course correcting in a panic to punch her shoulder. “Sure thing, ah, pal.” Max tried to covertly look for the nearest rock to crawl under and die. She was pretty small. It shouldn’t be too hard for her to find one that fits. She wasn’t picky, either. She could always use the mini mountain of pebbles in Ithos’ bag.

“I’ll take the lead,” Ithos said. He readied himself to get moving, but waited for Max’s go ahead.

“Good idea,” Max said, falling in line behind. Ithos nodded and started heading for the nearest offshoot of the path. Unfortunately, she had to give up on finding a rock. She just kept her eyes trained on his back to follow behind. The thin path he’d found kept unreasonably straight. Max had expected it to wind in and around itself, but it only had ninety degree turns.

It made it impossibly easy to zone out while she followed. She kept her eyes on his back, tracing the subtle twists and flexes it did while he walked. The motion led her eyes down in search of the real action and struck gold. His legs kept a much straighter gait than she could, the subtle suggestion of strength rubbing against the slightest bit of pudge with every step.

Once she found her eyes lingering around the base of his tail, she slapped her cheek.

Ithos jumped around, frantically looking at the minuscule corridor they found themselves in for the source of the sound. “Did you hear that?” he said.

“Yeah, what was it?” Max asked, hopping around to hide her wide eyes. She pretended to look around as well, praying that he’d buy this. As she did, she noticed a speck of white in the corner of her vision. She looked closer and found a white… checker? “What?” She bent down to pick it up. It was just a white disk. “It looks like a board game piece?”

“Oh, good find!” Ithos said. “Here, I’ll keep it in my bag.” He put out his paw and eagerly waited for her to give it over.

Yet again, Max stared up at him in hopeless confusion. She hesitantly obliged, mumbling, “Okay?” He snatched it up and dropped it into the front left pocket of his bag. “What, do we need to be prepared for a surprise game of checkers?”

Ithos nodded along to the joke as if it was remotely close to the truth. “Almost,” he said. “Backgammon.” Max was now certain he was messing with her, though she did deserve it. “Every dungeon has one,” he mused as he glanced around them. “This one’s pretty harmless, at least.” Once satisfied looking for whatever he was, he nodded. “Keep an eye out for more of those.”

He started forward without noticing Max stuck in place. “What the hell does Backgammon have to do with a Mystery Dungeon?” she whispered. Dungeons were supposed to be full of feral pokémon that wanted you out of their territory. She simply wouldn’t believe that had changed—and she certainly wouldn’t believe it had changed to fucking Backgammon.

Max realized he’d been walking away this entire time and dropped to all fours to run after him. She hadn’t lost sight of him, but she was a bit insulted he hadn’t even noticed. On her approach, she watched him scanning the ground as he walked, as if actually looking for those pieces.

Ithos suddenly stopped to grab another piece (this one black) off the ground. When he went to toss it into the front right pocket, Max snatched it out of his paw. She brought it right up to her eyes to examine it. It was a simple wooden piece that fit comfortably in her paw with a coat of black paint that didn’t quite cover up the grain of the wood.

“Max?” Ithos prodded, flinching away when Max held the piece up to his face with a glare.

“What is this?” Max asked. Ithos stared at her for a second and tentatively answered, “A Backgammon piece.” Max narrowed her eyes at him, and he looked at her like she was the insane one.

“Ithos,” Max said, barely holding back a snarl. This had to be a joke. He was messing with her. “Why is this here?” She brought it back down to reexamine without any idea what she was looking for. “What are you trying to pull?” Despite her best efforts, though, Ithos continued to stare down at her, baffled.

“This Dungeon’s Lotus is Backgammon,” Ithos repeated, much slower this time. He very carefully reached forward to pluck the piece out of her paw and put it in his bag’s right front pocket. “That’s how Mystery Dungeons work, okay?” He kept a closer watch on her this time to make sure she followed. “At least, most of them.” Max kept staring up at him, losing her own certainty. He wasn’t dropping the act. She couldn’t even see him holding back a smirk, or a chuckle. If anything, he looked worried.

“Max?” Ithos said, lightly shaking her shoulder. “Here, it’ll be easier to show you. Are you okay to keep going?”

“Sure,” Max said. She tried to shake her head out of it. Maybe that attempted kiss had shattered reality already, and this was the result. Ithos gave her a nervous look before nodding and heading forward. This time, he kept better watch to make sure she was following. Max half-expected Grovyle to drop out of time and strangle her for meddling.

Ithos shot out his arm to stop Max as they reached another field. He was already surveying the place, but Max ducked under his arm to take a look for herself.

She was losing her mind.

All around, she saw scattered boards, dice, and pieces for Backgammon. None of the boards had enough pieces, yet the place as a whole had to have twice as many pieces as necessary for a full set. Every inch of the place had some bit of Backgammon.

“All right, the coast is clear,” Ithos whispered, turning back to look at her. “You keep an eye out, I’ll try to grab what I can.”

Max started to ask any question that might help, but none came. He’d already headed over to grab pieces off the nearest board. If this was a prank, she at least appreciated the dedication it took. She genuinely began to question her grasp of reality. This had to be a different universe.

Without anything better to do, Max did as he asked. They’d been in the Dungeon for at least half an hour at that point, so she tried to tune in to her awareness. Despite how long they’d been in, though, it hadn’t extended at all without her prompting. In fact, her instincts were barely more than usual, and that could’ve been from the intense confusion.

It was nice, confusing as it was. They hadn’t left her, but the little break from her constant worsening battle with them in Dungeons gave her much needed time to relax. She watched the entrances around them carefully, but no one seemed to come.

“Max,” Ithos called, waving her over. She scampered over, keeping her eyes on the lookout along the way. After one last scan, she looked up to Ithos’ beaming face. “Here, you wanna pick the board?” He gestured across a scatter of three. Max walked over to each of them, still confused why she was doing this. They all looked like Backgammon boards, albeit of varying wear and tear.

“Is there a wrong answer?” Max asked, pushing up to her hindpaws. She could get a better look at all three at once, but that didn’t really help. She looked timidly back at Ithos for help, ears flopped down. “Oh, no!” Ithos said, rushing to her side. He pat his paw on her back a few times and smiled. “Just whichever one you want!”

Max let out a breath of relief. So long as she didn’t get them killed by choosing the secretly evil game board. She didn’t know what to expect anymore. “All right, then,” she mumbled, scanning the three of them. “This one?” She grabbed the left one and closed it up. “The handle looks the easiest to carry?” Snapping the latch shut, she tried to hold it by her side, and the corner hit the grass. “Oh.”

“N-no worries,” Ithos chuckled out in the most even tone he could.

“Here, let’s swap!” He took the game board out of her paw and tossed the bag over her shoulder. The strap hadn’t been adjusted, so it hit the ground on her left while the strap slipped right off her side.

“O-oh.”

“Don’t worry,” Max mumbled. She bent down with a chuckle, shaking her head slightly. “I’m used to it.” She grabbed the strap and tightened it until it could hang off her shoulder without hitting the ground.

“Used to it?” Ithos asked. Max froze. She didn’t have anywhere to hide her panic this time. “How?”

“I… adapt fast?” she said with a thin attempt at a smile. Ithos had a brow raised, but he was smirking, too. She didn’t know what he suspected, but she could feel him probing her. “All right, then,” Ithos chuckled. He turned and headed off. “Keep your secrets, shortstack.” Max let out a breath of relief. When she straightened up, she saw Ithos smirking back at her. He merely shook his head and continued on.

Max scurried up behind him. With the bag, she had to stay upright. It wasn’t designed with a quadrupedal posture in mind, but it was surprisingly light. She curved around to his right side and kept her eyes peeled for any potential ferals. Aside from a few amused glances, Ithos didn’t acknowledge what happened.

“So, how many floors does this place have?” Max asked. Even if he didn’t want to pry, she wanted to put it behind them. It wasn’t until he responded that she realized she’d dug herself deeper.

“Dungeons do have floors, don’t they?” Ithos mused, tapping his chin. Max flinched away. Yet still, he didn’t acknowledge it. “I’m not sure, but our objective’s on the third, so at least three.” He had no reason to let her keep getting away with this.

“Oh, right,” Max said, still failing to stay calm. “What’s our mission, anyway?” It had to be something easy, so she hadn’t really paid attention to their objective.

“A caterpie got lost,” Ithos said. “Her brother thinks she’s in here. They’d come in on a dare, but he lost track of her.” Max nodded along, making sure not to stare blank in shock that their first mission was a rescue. Ithos lightly pet her back with a quick scratch through her fur, suggesting she hadn’t quite succeeded. They went into another tunnel, but it was still wide enough for them to walk side by side.

“Look, it’s all right,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me what you don’t want to.” Despite the promise, his smirk looked more like he was holding back a laugh. “But if I guess right, you have to tell me. Deal?” Max brought her paw up to laugh behind it. Somehow, she knew she’d heard those exact words before. The way he tilted his head back to look over his shoulder at her strained against the block in her head, trying to burst free. She felt her lips fighting her cheeks again.

“All right,” she finally answered. She stopped to turn, extending her paw. “Deal.” Grovyle would kill her if Ithos ever guessed right, but Max was certain that would never happen.

“Perfect,” Ithos said. He switched the board to his left paw and snatched her right paw up in his. After one firm up and down, he let go and gave his paw a curious glance. He held it up to his eyes and looked between it and her a few times. Max rolled her eyes at the theatrics until he snapped his fingers to point at her and said, “You used to be a guy.”

Max froze in place, her jaw went slack, and Ithos burst into laughs. She yanked her paw back, cheeks spewing sparks while she looked it over with the closest eye she could manage. “D-do I—the shake?” she stammered out.

“Maybe,” Ithos sang. He plopped his paw on top of her head and started ruffling her fur. “But the real giveaway was when you screamed at the lake about being a girl.”

Max smacked his arm with the back of her paw, barking, “Asshole!” He just laughed harder, switching the board game to his other paw again to rub his smacked arm. “Come on, I already have to worry enough about not….” She trailed off as she glanced back to her perfectly heart-shaped tail. “Right.”

While she was distracted, Ithos snuck around to her right and tugged her into a side-hug. He made her yelp, but he graciously kept his reaction to reserved chuckles. “I was trying to figure out why you kept looking so happy when you saw it,” he said. He tilted his head to rest it on top of hers. “It was a long shot, but I couldn’t really think of anything else.”

Max could only shake her head. She had too much focus dedicated to keeping her cheeks from shocking the both of them. It really wasn’t that impressive a deduction, all things considered, but it absolutely made her more nervous. She nestled into his hug for the warmth and tried to pull nerve from its comfort.

“Hey,” Max started to say. She still needed to find the right words, but Ithos didn’t urge her. “Just don’t… treat me like it, okay?” She tried to shrink away, only for his head to follow. A few of the nerves bounced away while she had to resist rolling her eyes. “Like I used to be… y’know. That. Can you just treat me like I’m a girl?”

Ithos tugged her into a tighter hug, then suddenly let go. “Yeah, of course!” he said, ruffling her head fur like a little sibling. “I wouldn’t dream of treating you differently.”

Max let out a sigh of relief. They started to move forward again, and her smile grew wider. Maybe this Ithos was better than she gave him credit for. She wanted to reach her paw out to his again, but shrank away at the thought. She’d pushed her luck as far as it would go already.

They ducked out of another narrow passage into a much smaller field with a shimmering wall on the opposite side. “That must be the next floor,” Ithos said. He watched Max staring up at it in barely concealed terror with open curiosity. The only barrier she’d seen this clear collapsed her mind in on itself near instantly. “You all right?” Max swallowed her trepidation and nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Just give me a second.” She tugged the bag a bit forward to stuff her paw in until she felt the badge. “In case,” she went feral, “things get hairy.” Her paws held it tight.

They only had one. If she blacked out while she had it, Ithos might be stuck in there, but Ithos wouldn’t know she needed to leave if she started fading. It usually would’ve been an easy choice for her—she wouldn’t sacrifice Ithos—but she started shaking thinking of last time. It still affected her speech after a few days. She didn’t want to lose any of this time.

“Here,” Max said, shoving the badge towards him. He slowly brought up a paw to grab it, eyeing her with worry. “You remember what I said about instincts?” He nodded, flipping the badge over in his paw. “If I start to lose it, hit the badge and run, all right?”

“Run from you?” Ithos said. He immediately shook his head at the thought. “No, I can’t just leave you behind!”

“You have to!” Max shouted. “I might-” She could remember the last conversation she’d had with Ithos before she left. She attacked him and ran away. He started trying to give the badge back, but she shoved it over to him. She looked up with wet eyes, gritting her teeth. “Don’t let me hurt you.” She had to bite her cheek to keep from adding, ‘again,’ to the end.

After some hesitation, Ithos finally took the badge. He tossed it into the Backgammon case to free a paw, then held that paw out to her. Max tilted her head, but slowly put her paw in his.

“If you need to go, but you can’t tell me, squeeze three times,” he explained, squeezing her paw to demonstrate. “Anywhere I can feel it, all right?” He let her paw go, smiling down, and she cradled the paw he’d squeezed. “First place you can reach. I’m never leaving you behind.”

“Ithos,” Max growled. He didn’t get it, too sweet for his own good. As he looked down on her, though, she knew he’d made up his mind. She wanted to scream at him that he was more important, but she held back. “All right.” She took a breath to brace herself for the next floor while a warmth bubbled into her heart. Through the frustration, she glanced up with a hint of relief. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Ithos cheered. He squeezed her shoulder, and she had to force herself not to lean in to the touch. “We’re a team!”

Taking another deep breath in, Max sighed, “Thank you.” Just that one touch gave her all the confidence she needed to go on. Well, almost all. She started to ask if they could hold paws while they went through before shaking her head. She looked up with a nervous smile and said, “Let’s go.”

[rewrotethestars]

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The main office of the BAU was weirdly quiet this morning. The usual foot traffic past the desks was slow. No urgent cases brought in by JJ and no meetings called to the round table by Prentiss. And with Reid out on special assignment without the spewing of random facts, it was just…calm.

Luke sat at his desk, eyes focused on the BAU chief’s office, where he could see glimpses of Penelope Garcia pacing around back and forth. He fathomed a guess as to why she was called in, head down with an anxious look on her face. The Tyler Fiasco is what he called it.

He had wanted her to look over at him so he could flash her a smile, let her know he was in her corner. He wanted to be the one to take the worried look off of her face.

Luke found himself subconsciously tapping his fingers on the desk while feeing anxious himself. He tried to focus on whatever paperwork he had left to fill out from the last case they got back from.

A few minutes later, after finally working through some of his paperwork he heard the sound of a door being opened. Out of the corner of Luke’s eye he could see the scurrying of a figure making their way out of the bullpen. He knew where she was heading to so he got stood up from his chair and followed suit.

Soon he found himself standing outside of Garcia’s “bat cave” as she calls it. The door is slightly ajar so he takes a moment to knock and push open the door, sticking his head in.

“Hey. Just saw you running out of Prentiss’ office. Everything okay?”

Penelope sighed, just staring at her computer screen, “Look I’m not really in the mood or right state of mind for an ‘I told you so speech’. Especially from you.”

Luke opened the door fully and walked in. He closed the door slightly behind him and pulled out the chair sitting next to her desk. “And to think I came all this way with a 5 page speech ready to scold you,” he teased. She didn’t laugh. “Well that’s something I was definitely not planning on doing.”

“Look, everybody messes up at some point, right?” Luke did his best to console her.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, “Well not you, Mr. I always do everything perfect.” As quickly as she said that she looked over at him and immediately apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, force of habit.”

A moment of silence passed between them, “Well while we’re at it; maybe we could talk. You know, about how all you can do is apparently “dunk on me”, Luke chuckled.

He could sense the hesitation in her voice, “You know I’ve been thinking a lot about our date over the past, what, 2 years now? And…I guess I’m really sorry. About what I said. I didn’t mean it. You just joined the BAU at the worst time and of course you are just so…delicious looking. Don’t let that go to your head. I just needed a way to keep boundaries. I needed something, some space between us. I just knew it. And now…I just feel like I really screwed up anything between us.”

Luke nodded but didn’t speak.

Garcia looked down, fidgeting with her hands, “It’s really like I lost my head after this whole quarantine. And I just haven’t felt right since.”

Luke put his hand on hers, “I think that happened to just about everyone. But in the meantime maybe we can start over?”

“Yeah?” She asked, a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah. I can wait.”

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...And the Trial of the Triangle

Okay, again with an episode focused on one of the others specifically. I know everyone is involved, but this whole episode revolves around Flynn (whom I love as the first Librarian we got to meet...but I need more Ezekiel). And sorry but this one got away from me so it’s a long one. 

First of all, if someone watches that and doesn’t realize it’s Eve and the other Librarians sneaking up on Flynn, they haven’t paid attention to the show. Oh my gosh! You can really see the differences in their personalities in that one moment where Eve says it’s an Intervention; Cassandra spews out the definition and meaning, Ezekiel goes for straight forward telling-you-like-it-is but in Aussie so none of them really get the lingo, and Jake just expressing himself in a “masculine” way. Eve pulling them all back like the mother she is. And here she is coming at him with the hard facts! Yes mama Baird, you get him!

Ezekiel was so prepared for this. They probably said something like, write up what he’s been doing lately, and Ezekiel went ‘say less’ and whips up this 200 page facsimile printed document. Him stating his name and they all just are in the background ‘hello Ezekiel’ made me laugh; especially when followed by Flynn’s ‘oh. my. god.’. Stone looked like he was trying not to laugh at their youngest considering the lengthy list he produces. 

Now, I have always had a problem with how Flynn treats Ezekiel specifically. This is in season 3 and we’ve had 2 previous seasons of Flynn actively dissing and expressing agitation at Ezekiel Jones. Though we never get an explanation for that. “Ezekiel do it like me.” Mama Baird speaking words of affirmation and encouragement to her baby bird is fantastic. “The Library invited Ezekiel Jones to The Library because The Library needed Ezekiel Jones.” I just love that he gets to start telling Flynn the things he’s said that have bothered him. 

Cassandra starting off respectfully but pointing out he doesn’t realize that they are also very good at their job. “You are a gifted leader Flynn but you’re not the only one with a gift.” Our girl was laying her heart out so he would understand how much he and The Library meant to her. How important her work was to her just like his was to him and that sometimes he needed to take a look around and actually SEE what was there. What he had. 

Oh Jake. “I thought I was hard to get to know,” my guy you are. You really are. The only reason any of them learned anything about your life before The Library was because you all bumped into your drunk dad on a mission. Ezekiel popping in with the comment on Fort Knox as he sits right next to Cassandra and they have their arms looped. They are the cutest found family siblings I have ever seen and I love them. Jake tone down the glare bro. “What we’re facing man, friendship may be our only hope at survival.” The gruff cowboy gives his piece, and I really hope Flynn takes it considering they’re basically the same age (one year different). 

The baby’s nodding to each other as they finally got to say their piece. Eve getting to tell him her thoughts as his Guardian and telling him he was being a lousy partner. This is what I’m talking about when I say Eve deserves better. Mama needs a man that appreciates her and treats her as a partner. 

“Jenkins, you missed the intervention.” And the caretaker just avoids answering the question. I also love that Jassekiel all started explaining different theories on the Bermuda Triangle. I can just imagine their random weird debates on pizza nights. 5 beautifully forged identities coming right up! You go Ezekiel!!!

Flynn needs a break after this. He’s been dealing with his own stuff his first few years as a Librarian and it didn’t really slow down over the years much and then he loses the Library and 2 people who mean the most to him in the whole world and then gets landed with 4 new people. He needs a break. He was so fast with those fake identities. Why don’t we just make ourselves the exotic matter. He was on a roll explaining that. I love those two tag teaming the discussion explaining without debating or shouting. Man then Stone is just word vomitting all about a pattern he found about every ship that has ever gone missing in the Bermuda Triangle. He was in his element and it was incredibly attractive. He and Flynn reciting the key poem together was so cool to hear! Like Eve said, that is teamwork!!

Does a wombat’s grumpy come out cubed? Honestly, I have no idea what that meant but with context clues I could make some guesses. I’m dying at Eve and Flynn’s fake fight that wasn’t so fake and she brought up raising 3 kids and for real she was doing that alone. The kids all standing in the back watching awkwardly. Flynn telling Eve how much he loves her and finishing with he loves her more than learning itself. Boy was he making everyone emotional. I really hope they get to actually resolve all of that. 

Stone being pissed that Ezekiel was in first class and that that was the only thing he was really upset about. Eve laying into Flynn and all of the passengers thinking something sexy is happening but she’s just kicking his ass, I was dying!! And Ezekiel thinking that’s what’s going on too (I had to pause so I could stop laughing). Those are some big bathrooms on that plane. I just wanna say, this is one of my favorite trios: Ezekiel, Jacob, and Cassandra. 

I feel like the writers have just been waiting for the chance to make Ezekiel say ‘crikey’ just like a couple episodes ago when he was mockingly saying shrimp on the barbie. The round of applause they got when they came out of the bathroom was quite cute. 

Oh man Ezekiel accidentally speaking over the plane’s intercom instead of the radio. Hey that boy has never been in the front of a plane. Okay, I know this episode gets serious, but it’s also making me lose it so much. 

When he’s on the chess board answering the question about all of his pupils agreeing that he lets their minds fly free and he has to face the truth of what he feels about Ezekiel: “Maybe one in particular who would say that I constantly deny him  his individuality and awesomeness for no other reason than I find it really annoying and I wish he was more like me!” Then he has to deal with his being a sore loser and throws tantrums on occasion. I’m afraid of getting close to people because I’m afraid of being hurt! ‘I’m never more than 2 steps away from a full-blown panic attack.’ Someone get the Librarian therapy. He needs some help dealing with his anxiety and stress. 

Eve and Cassandra as Queens!!! 

Flynn calling out Cassandra and Ezekiel to come up with an idea of what to do with the DOSA guy, they looked so surprised. Ezekiel every time they praise him or make a point to include him and let him know that he is an important part of their team, he just always has this shy smile like he can’t believe he gets to be included. It just makes me wander about his backstory even more and how we were robbed. But I digress! This was a big episode for Flynn. 

[mcklunkers]

Mushy May (but in August because I got distracted)

2- “I made this for you” w/ Mountain

 “I made this for you.”

Sister Willow looked up from the dirt she was digging in at the deep baritone of her favourite ghoul. Not that she had favourites of course – everyone in the abbey loved all of their resident ghouls equally. But there was something extra special about the giant that frequented her greenhouse.

It wasn’t just that he was beautiful. He absolutely was – long brown hair falling in waves down towards his shoulders, eyes greener than the grass in Primo’s private garden, dark stubble littering his jaw and cheeks. Occasionally when he was having a long day, or was simply tired, Willow could see antlers not unlike those of a stag peeking out from his head. He was 100% the most beautiful being she had ever laid eyes on. But he was more. Despite his size, he was so careful. He never knocked anything over, made sure to never hold anything too tightly. When the children and kits would visit to learn about plants, he would always sit down with the quietest so they wouldn’t have to ask questions in front of everyone. She remembered vividly a few weeks ago when a class had visited – Mountain, hunched over the little workspace with a young water ghoul and a cardinal’s daughter helping them repot some tomatoes – his entire body shrinking in on itself so they wouldn’t be afraid, hair falling into eyes that sparkled with joy at the children’s acceptance of him. She was beyond smitten at this point.

And here he was, stood before her, one hand running through his hair while a sheepish grin rested on his face, little fangs peeking out in the corners. In the arm outstretched to her, a perfect egret flower. The sister assumed there was some elemental magic involved, given they didn’t bloom at this time of year, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was her favourite, the only person who knew that being Papa Emeritus the First. Meaning that at some point, Mountain had asked him because she hadn’t brought it up. Her hearted melted even more. He was beyond perfect.

She reached out and took the flower, admiring its delicate beauty, oblivious to Mountain admiring her. He’d known she was his mate from day one, but needed her to figure it out on her own. He’s been watching her since Primo pointed her out on his first day back from touring – the older papa always had a soft spot for Mountain and thought that the newest addition to the greenhouse staff would make a good pairing for the usually stoic ghoul. And he’d been right. The first day they met, it had rained so heavily out of seemingly nowhere that Mountain had loaned her his coat, and that coat had not been touched since it was returned because it smelt like his mate. His. Only his. He saw her with the children visiting the gardens for their classes, and the way she talked them through everything so patiently made him want to drag her to the back of the greenhouse and fill her with kits of their own on the spot. He wanted her, in every way, with him forever.

She looked up from the flower, meeting his eyes with golden orbs like the whiskey Secondo liked to drink, but they were dewy with tears, and he panicked. Apologies spewed from the mouth of the ghoul, sorrow settling onto his features before a small hand grabbed his hand and pulled him closer in for a kiss on the cheek. It was barely there, but as he turned and caught her mouth to kiss her back it became heated quickly. They separated for breath moments later, and his eyes stayed closed as her hand found its way into his hair to play with the locks there.

“I love it. Thank you, Mountain. Are you heading to dinner now?”

That was the first day of the rest of their lives.

[bukitanukiart]

Solubivnus: a day of chaos

Today has been potentially the most eventful day of my life, so I'm going to hype it up as such.

To preface the story (and title), I live with 5 roommates, and we have a calendar in our kitchen for communal events, and written on today (May 25th) was the phrase "solubivnus atfakoji".

This has been here since the beginning of the month, and frankly, none of us know who wrote it, or what it's supposed to mean/actually say, so for the whole month, we've been hyping up today as a joke, even deciding to have a big dinner as "celebration" for solubivnus.

But starting about a week ago, we've been having issues in our house, mainly the fact that our water heater wasn't working, and any attempts to contact our landlord failed, so today we took our anxious asses over to their residence services to actually help us. Thankfully, they listened to our begging and sent over our saviour: Kyle. Kyle has saved us many times before, we adore this man, I would die for Kyle.  So over Kyle comes in record time and takes a look at the heater and was like “yeah, that’s weird” and calls over a plumber to take a closer look, so off Kyle goes, and about 20ish minutes later, the plumbers come by and just say “oh yeah, Your gas got shut off, call your gas company.” and the 5 of us that were home look at each other because, why is our gas off? we've payed the bill on time since we’ve moved in?  and then we remembered something very important.  remember how our hot water went out about a week ago? yeah, the day before, we had seen a man in our backyard with a jacket that read “Meter reader”. we didn't see him do anything, just the tail end of him being in our yard and going on his merry way. we thought it was weird as fuck, but he didn't do anything so we just ignored it.  except he did do something...

he turned off our gas and we didn't even notice.  so I call the stupid gas company, and say “yo, why is our gas off?” and the poor guy on the other side of the line is like “off? its not, your file says your fine, I can send someone over to check it out though. 45 Road st right?” and I pause. “no” I say “I live at 54 Road st” and there was another pause. “your file says 45″. I feel a sense of dread as I look at my account details. there it was. 45 Road st. “Oh god. have I been paying someone else’s gas bill?” and my man on the other side lets out a small “I think so...” so for almost a year, our dumb asses have been footing a random strangers bill. and you might be thinking, Buki, how the fuck did you not notice this? how come they didn't shut it off 3 months in? well my friend, I live in the north, where its illegal to shut off gas during the cold months as it supplies heating, and wouldn't you know it? our lease started 2 months before the cold months. and so I wait on hold, trying to get this all figured out and eventually get told “we can transfer all your payments to a new account for your correct address and hook you back up to gas, it’ll be done in... around 20 days.” and I'm like “what the fuck, I cannot go without hot water for another 20 days, is there anything you can do?” and then I get put on hold again. 

when I finally hear from this guy again, I'm told “okay yeah, we can hook you back up sometime between 6 - 8 pm tonight, you'll still have to wait for someone to call you in 20 days for the account changes though” and tbh, that's cool man, thats fine, I just cant go a total of a whole month without hot water.  and once I hang up the waiting game is played again. by the time we hear from this guy, we we’re ready to sit down for our solubivnus dinner.  it was 5 min to 8 when we hear a knock, and we think “oh god, its finally over” as this guy hooks our gas back up and sets up our water heater and leaves.  we have a nice dinner, hanging out until 10pm It’s finally over.

except it’s not. we go downstairs and what do we see? our water heater spewing water all over our basement floor. and we panic naturally. so here we are, filling buckets with the coming onslaught of water as I panic call the emergency line for our rental company, and let me tell you that was the longest phone call of my life. finally they say they’ll send someone over, I say “great, please hurry” and not even 10 minutes later our saviour returns. Kyle.  my man Kyle comes to the rescue and turns the water off, looking at the mess to try and figure out what's wrong before calling us another plumber, these ones coming in 45 min. and when they come, what are we told? “yeah, we’ll have to replace the whole thing tomorrow.”  and that's where we are now. 

what an eventful solubivnus.