#WHYYYY DID WE JUST BRUSH PAST THIS???

[girl-named-matty]

Leander "I almost just died in class and nobody cared" Prewett (show him some sympathy pls 🥲)

[moraxsthrone]

OMFFGGG LILY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME RN?? WHYYYY??

i was about to gtfo and make myself smth to eat and go maybe even go to bed at a respectable hour but now my head is DEVOID OF ALL THOUGHT EXCEPT DILF!ZHONGLI. 😭😭😭

okay but...

damn it. modern au!dilf!zhongli...

warnings: nsfw. mdni.

...who has been your kid's martial arts instructor for the past few months. he's kind, soft-spoken, and has the sexiest voice you've heard in your entire life.

...whose son/daughter has become friends with your child during this time. they've even taken turns having sleepovers, leading you and zhongli to interact outside of the dojo.

...who you learn is single when you ask if he or his child's mother will be picking them up the next afternoon.

...whose piercing amber eyes you've felt lingering on you just a little too long when he thinks you won't notice.

...who you volunteered to help tidy up the dojo with after lessons one Saturday afternoon while his assistant took all the students to get pizza.

...whose hips you feel press against your bottom when he reaches up to grab something for you that was just out of your reach.

...who heard the way you gasped when you felt his semi against your butt through his pants.

...who didn't back away when you pushed back against him.

...whose lips brushed your ear when he said, "i think we both have something the other wants..."

...who smirked down at you when you did an about-face and braced your hands on the edge of the countertop behind you while looking up at him with parted lips.

...whose eyes you could've sworn began to glow just before he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, tentatively.

...whose breath hitched when you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck and stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a kiss.

...whose print is tenting his grey joggers when he cups your sex in his skilled hand.

...who moans into your mouth when you push your fingers inside his waistband, moving things along bc you know you've only got so much time. (before the author starves to death)

...who wraps his strong hands around your waist and hoists you up, the bare skin of your trembling thighs slapping against the cool surface when your short, little skirt (that he KNOWS you wore on purpose) rides up around your hips.

...who hooks his hands in the pits of your knees to open and push your legs back to expose the fact that you're not wearing any underwear.

...whose cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your clean, naked pussy lips spreading for him before he leans in to finally taste you.

...whose warm, wet tongue circles your clit before taking it between his soft lips to suck.

...who moans with you in his mouth when you push your fingers into his auburn-tipped hair and grab a fistful of it.

...who has you arching your back, slick dripping off the edge of the counter as he furrows his brow and sighs against your cunt.

...who's fisting the thick head of his cock through the grey cotton material while he drinks down every drop of your orgasm.

...who lifts you up and helps you down, only for you to lift his shirt and make out with his abs and chest before pulling your own top off.

...whose waistband you hook your fingers around and slowly lower until his hard, leaking cock springs out to slap against the narrow line of dark brown hair beneath his navel.

...who wedges his naked hips between your moist thighs as you lay back on the tatami, fingertips grazing the length of his torso along the way.

...whose sculpted build would give apollo a run for his money, abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing with every quickened breath as he settles between your open legs.

...who leans down to suck and nip along your carotid while his drooling tip bounces against your naked sex.

...who releases a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around his cock and guide him to your entrance.

...whose broad tip stretches your pink opening as his hips lean into yours.

...who curses under his breath when your tight ring closes around the protrusion of his glans with a soft pop.

...who relishes the feeling of your calves pressing against his naked ass to pull him deeper as you whimper his name.

...who takes his time inching inside you, withdrawing an inch or two here and there to feel the tight warmth of your walls try and pull him back in.

...who lifts your hips off the floor to let your bottom rest on the tops of his thighs before he begins to thrust, slow, but deep.

...who watches you - your open-mouthed gasps, your hard nipples jutting towards the sky when you arch your back, your arms trying to ground yourself as he begins to thrust into you faster, harder.

...who reaches behind his back to wrap his long, slender fingers around your ankles and guide them to the tops of his shoulders on either side of his neck.

...who hugs your thighs while he drags his slick cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts with sharp slaps of wet skin.

...whose quiet grunts and groans are barely audible over your pitiful whines and loud moans as he leans forward, pressing your thighs back with the weight of his body and the force of his fucking.

...who screws his eyes shut when you cum on the curve of his cock while whining and pawing at his chest.

...whose own orgasm is impending swiftly, as indicated by the quick, uneven thrusts of his cock inside your spent cunt.

...who lets one of your thighs fall open when he pulls out with a long, drawn out groan.

...who jerks his closed fist over the head of his wet, twitching cock a few times before his facial muscles relax and the first of several spurts of his white hot semen streaks across your belly.

...who looks down at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his spongy cockhead onto your sticky skin.

[marghosta]

One lie

tears two seams

leaves three people tripping off the disease

fast forward no one’s left you can’t score more

fuck the 50-50 ain’t no jump ball secure

unless you getting off at the sixth floor

Believing you’d rather be in the seven heavens

wishing it wasn’t 8 circles intertwined sipping on that dirty wine burning whyyyy

Dashed and passed onto the next check shits a car wreck

flames lick bout to explode next second i don’t know

engine reset

growth is a fine line

we all jumping at the chance for another seconds thirds

can’t you just keep it quick

mad that ya taped off but ya did it to yourself

it was a pile up

drunk as fuck

dumb and corrupt

slickkkkkkkk

can’t hold another rip

lost my time to mourn in the time it was borne

i wish i knew what made me tick

cuz it certainly ain’t that time

when i thought my life was on another line

thought I could keep my mind

that was just a sunken cylinder

full of dreams of the past

hurried up and bashed

patient wasn’t patient enough

was too long not too strong just enough to keep it brushed in too

think you’re holding orbs but it’s just tin foil

false mirror walk through and see the real you

[shintorikhazumi]

What It Takes To Be A Family (1): Compromise

A/N: Welcome to, “what it takes to be a family”. Just a bunch of diakko family oneshots that I will throw out whenever I... do... Huh. May or may not be interconnected. This little chapter is for Hyde!!! Since I know you like your fluff, and you always give me such sweet feedback! I seriously took your message as a challenge, so let me dish out a small fic for you right now! I don’t want to become doge meme!

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Chapter 1: Compromise

She needed a break.

She needed a god. Damn. Break.

Lest she be the one to break under the amazing pressure that was her family. Seriously. Really, Diana was begging for freedom from the weight of a wife and three children on her back- in quite the literal sense-, at barely six AM, after she’d been working up until just a little past four earlier that same morning. Just as she had been doing, every single day for the past two weeks.

So really, she just wanted a rest. Finally, after all her hard labor that had just gotten settled last night-er... today, she simply desired a long, well-deserved repose.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! It’s time to wake up! Let’s gooo! Get a move on!” Akko giggled into her ear, and while Diana adored that sound from her wife’s lips, she found that she’d rather listen to the silent thrum of her heart instead, or nothing at all.

The excited bouncing of the children shook the mattress they were all on, and Diana believed she’d caught motion sickness. She wanted to scream, yell. Even if she didn’t have enough energy to do even that.

‘Dear Beatrix, please send them away.’ -the troubled soul prayed. Wait. ‘But not too far away. Like. Next-room-away, away’, she added as an afterthought.

She loved them all to death. She did. She just- She couldn’t, right now. Couldn’t... whatever.

“Atsuko.”

The woman perked up, pausing in her playful tickling of Diana’s sides whilst lying on top of her squished form. Diana never used that name with her unless she was about to discuss something very important, or was irritated and/or mad about something- not quite in the mood for fun and games.

There was silence. Diana said nothing after that. Yet. She took in a deep breath to calm her nerves that had so quickly built up- despite her exhaustion- at the prospect of having to do what she was about to do. Try to tell them all to stop their antics and leave her be. With a heavy exhale, she addressed the rest of the human tower blocks that were crushing her with their combined masses.

“Kotone. Mei.” Twin brunettes perked up at the call of their names. Barely seven, but already so clever, they slid off of their Mama’s back at the recognition of that tone of voice Diana used, familiar with what it implied. Of course, they’d done this, not without making sure to catch the smallest little bean of their family that had been riding at the very top of this wake up pile, “Logan.”

Logan. Ah, Logan. She was their beloved three-year-old, and she was very... refined, for her age. Diana would have used the word, ‘behaved’, but with the way the child carried herself, and the odd eloquence in spite of her limited speech, ‘refined’ seemed to be a better fit to describe the air around her tiny frame.

Akko always told Diana that it was because the baby had always watched her, growing up; tried to imitate her actions, and the things that she did. It was adorable, really. And just a tad worrying. Diana didn’t need her picking up some negative habits from herself. She knew she wasn’t as perfect a human as most people praised her to be. She was aware of her jarring flaws that, in her opinion, needed an intervention. Such as her workaholic nature, for example.

She definitely had to work on that.

Patting Akko on the thigh, she silently pleaded for her to get off as well so that Diana could ease up for a stretch, already feeling all the little knots and kinks in her body that had formed; from her stiff position during work, or from this little stunt her family had pulled, she didn’t know where they came from, she just wanted them gone.

Maybe she should see a massage therapist some time. Simply extending your limbs out and rolling your head ‘round about did little to assuage the discomfort. This must have been evident to her companions as she felt deft hands working their magic on her. A grateful sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back into that touch, feeling a small kiss planted on her bare shoulder.

Maybe that magic was a little too good as Diana felt the sweet summons of slumber whisking her away quite fast. She hardly minded. Sleep was good. Good... goo...

“...Diana?” A poke on her cheek. “Are you falling asleep? Don’t tell me you already are. I mean, sleeping while sitting down like this is impressive, don’t get me wrong.”

So close. She was so close. Maybe she could get away with it. Maybe she could just go with the flow of things and pass out. She was right on the edge, anyway, and Akko wouldn’t be able to do anything about it-

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” She could practically hear that grin in her wife’s voice.

“I am, but please. Just for this morning. Let me sleep.” She sounded weak and pathetic, almost crying; but it didn’t matter if that meant they’d give her her alone time- for the rest of the morning, preferably. She hoped they’d get the hint. She didn’t just want to outright tell them to leave, because... she couldn’t tell them.

“Hmmm...” Akko was thinking about. Akko was actually contemplating it. Diana could already taste sweet peace and rest, right there on her tongue.

‘Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.’

“No.”

“But whyyyy?” Diana whined uncharacteristic of her, drunk on sleep deprivation.

“Because it’s already noon! And you said, ‘morning’, so your time is up, sweetie.”

Blue eyes shot open, darting for the clock they’d already seen the first time this morning. “What? No, it isn’t, Akko.”

“Huh?” Akko’s eyes trailed after her gaze, staring at the item on their bedside table, looking like she was trying to piece together some sort of puzzle. “Ah.”

Ah.

Was that all she was going to say? Really?

“I should seriously get that fixed today.” Akko uttered in dismay, moving off the bed, and taking the timepiece into her possession, examining it. “Or should I just buy us a new one? I think something important broke.”

“What...”

A small hand raised to get Diana’s attention. “We thought it would be cool to turn it into a talking clock... so we tried some magic....”

Diana didn’t follow.

“Whew, good thing it failed though, right girls? Wouldn’t want the bureau coming in with questions about the use of taboo life magic-”

“What.”

“Nothing.” Three voices piped up in synch. Diana felt her stomach churn. She was going to throw up. Or pass out. Or both. It was so early in the mor- no, scratch that. She had just woken up, and these little rascals were already presenting her with a headache to don for the rest of the day.

“No, no, no. Say that again. I’m very interested in hearing about that.” Diana faced three brunettes, the tiny pair almost looking like exact clones of the adult (Diana wasn’t sure anymore) woman, now back on the bed, in front of her once more, eyes meeting anything that wasn’t Diana’s narrowed ones.

“More importantly!” Akko clapped her hands.

“What could be more important than making sure you three aren’t in any sort of trouble?!”

“We’re going into town, today!” High-pitched, high-volumed cheering wasn’t what Diana needed at the moment, temples throbbing all the more.

“Says who?” She questioned, really wanting an out and some rest. And an aspirin. And maybe some sleeping pills.

“Come on. What are you saying, Love? We’re finally going out today after all this time spent cooped up in this dusty old mansion!” Akko pouted, pinching Diana’s cheek to keep her awake. “Sparkly Downtown Time!”

“-I happen to like said, ‘dusty old mansion’.” Diana murmured, rolling her eyes. “Does it really have to be today?” She sighed.

“You promised us!” Akko exclaimed, turning to signal for assistance from her three cohorts. “Right?”

Diana gazed upon the three children in front of her- No. Four. Her wife was being one, as well.

“I must have told you any time this week, right?”

“Nope. You said today. Today. This lovely Sunday morning, sun shining, a few clouds to shade our path, traveling along with the aide of the gentle breeze that refreshes. Perfect for being outdoors.”

“Or sleeping.”

“Outdoors.”

“Indoors.”

“Diana.”

“Akko.”

Her wife huffed out an irritated little breath, folding her arms in front of her. “You really don’t want to go out today?” She schooled her gaze on Diana, scanning her (very tired, the head Cavendish would argue) features. Diana felt those eyes run over every inch of her face, as well as frame. They flickered about, meeting Diana’s own from time-to-time, searching. “You... really don’t want to?”

Was she going to give in? Should Diana push for it? “Yes, I really want to rest. I’m tired, Akko.”

She then saw the softening gaze that was reserved just for her. Akko had a warm look for everyone she loved, but this one was special. Only Diana’s. “You’re really that worn out?” She mumbled, softer, hand reaching over to caress Diana’s face. Her thumb brushed over a pale cheekbone, sighing empathetic at the sight of those dark circles under the brightest blue eyes.

Diana didn’t answer. She simply hummed her contentment at the feeling, the touch of those familiar hands. She knew Akko already knew. She was aware that her wife always looked after her, always watching. Ever attentive and loving. She knew who it was that left little notes alongside tea that soothed her stress away, and healthy sweets that gave her just enough energy to make it through another hour of her hectic day. She knew who it was that orchestrated the little team of flower pickers that left fresh bouquets that came straight from their garden, the daily gift bringing in beautiful splashes of color into her otherwise dull office.

As much as she wanted to grant their little request of being taken out for some fun in town, Diana really felt like her body would not cooperate with her, and they’d be in for more disappointment than enjoyment. She felt bad, as she did recall promising to finally set some time aside for them, but with how fatigued she was, she feared she’d cause them worry or troubles instead.

“Okay.” Akko whispered, with a smile and a nod. Leaning forward to plant a soft peck on Diana’s lips, then on her ring finger where the symbol of their eternal bond lay, Akko let up, pulling back and facing three patiently waiting daughters. “Well, you heard her, my babies. It’s a no-go for today.”

“Awww!! But mummy!”

“Hey. You girls know how busy mummy has been.” Akko scolded with love, patting the twins’ heads, before picking Logan up, and placing her on her lap, nuzzling her cheek as the toddler remained blank-faced, but with a stare directed at Diana that was laced with longing.

“B-but... but...” The twins wore crestfallen expressions now; their gazes flitted back and forth, switching their attention between her and Akko’s gentle warning face.

Diana looked at three pairs of beady little eyes begging her. It twisted her heart into knots, knowing that she really hadn’t spent enough time with them this week. There were just so many matters with the hospital and land renovation going on on the Cavendish property that she couldn’t even spare dinner some time to be with them all.

But those sparkly little orbs... Those eyes... They compelled her. She... she couldn’t say, ‘no’.

“But Mama! She promised...” Diana felt her soul tremble at a little whimper Logan did, as well as the crack in Mei’s voice.

“H-how... S-supper. How about supper?” Diana asked. “I’ll take you all out, tonight. We can have some fun. F-fun. You... you girls... like fun?”

Gosh, she needed sleep. Her mind couldn’t come up with words anymore. Or coherent thoughts to express properly.

“I hear there’s a new carnival?”

All the eyes on her blinked.

Then smiles broke out, a flurry of excited energy hitting her, knocking her down onto the bed. The girls had tackled her, and hugged her for dear life, and Diana had to admit that this? This was bliss.

One-by-one they got off her, allowing Diana to sit up. They planted their grateful kisses on her, Diana feeling their happiness in each one, making her tear up a bit. The twins had given her one on each cheek, at the same time. Akko had given her the sweetest kiss on the lips with a little nibble for extra service. She then allowed little Logan to crawl onto Diana’s lap, the lass beckoning her mother down with her stubby little hand, before placing her kiss on Diana’s forehead. She swore her heart died a little at how precious it all was.

“It’s a date, okay? Okay, Diana?” Akko squealed, quite thrilled. She high-fived the twins, kissing the tops of their heads, before kissing Logan’s cheek as well. Diana’s chest warmed at the scene in front of her.

“Mum, it’s a date!” Kotone cheered.

“A date with mum!!!” Mei agreed, as the twins launched themselves onto Diana again, slim arms wrapped around her neck, loosely, from both sides.

“Date. Thank you, mummy.” Logan smiled softly, hand outstretched for Diana to take in her own.

Ahhh. They were all just so... so... They were all just so wonderful, and Diana couldn’t love them any more than she already did. No, maybe she could? They were all such angels, they deserved even more love. Oh wow. Maybe she should buy them some new toys, or dresses. Or maybe they’d like something from the carnival. Should she just buy them their own carni-

“Diana, my love. I think you should sleep before you’re thinking jumps to the extreme.” Akko laughed, giving Diana another kiss. “You’re saying all of that out loud, by the way.”

Diana blinked.

“Come on, do your thing. Sleep. We’ll wake you up around five. Unless you want to have some lunch with us right now.” Akko offered her hands for Diana to take, leading her out of bed with her before picking Logan up as the twins got down on their own.

“Mama, I can walk by myself!” Logan declared to Akko, wanting to be placed down and tread the halls alongside everyone else, on her own two feet like the rest of her family.

“Okay, baby.” Akko laughed, allowing Logan her little wish.

She stood, a legs a little shaky at first, before stabilizing herself and grinning in triumph. It didn’t last long, before a bashful expression replaced it, a hesitant smile playing on her lips. “Mama?”

“Hmm? What is it?” Akko listened.

“I can walk by myself.”

“Mhm? I know you can.”

“I can walk by myself, b-but... I still need you to hold my hand.”

Akko’s smile grew so wide, Diana thought it just looked so beautiful.

Wordlessly, the Akko took her youngest by the hand, walking slowly crouching just a tad so that Logan wouldn’t have to reach high up. Diana relished the sight. She then offered her hands to her twins, the pair accepting gleefully, swinging the joined hands as they walked towards the dining table.

Diana was still a little tired, but the joy her family exuded, and her love for them was enough of an energizer for her to keep on going each and every day, doing her best for them and working her hardest.

Didn’t mean she wanted no sleep anymore, though.

“Can we take that afternoon nap, together? I want sleep but more than that, I want... cuddles.” Diana confessed.

And with a group hug to squish her once more, she had her wish granted.

“Sure.”

Notes:

A/N: So, these kiddies are my hc for them haha. I was supposed to introduce them via another story, with how their names came about and all that, but... well. Maybe next time. Some info is that Mei and Kotone are twins, as previously mentioned, with Akko’s hair color. Identical. Although Mei has slightly wavier hair. They kind of look like Akko, but Kotone has Diana’s eye color. For their eyeshape, something between Akko’s and Diana’s? Yeah.

As for Logan, I posted something on tumblr last time? She kinda looks like Diana. You'll see. Once... once I can show you, lol. Haha. If you don’t follow me on tumblr, you can’t find me... yet. I’ve been tagged explicit for reasons unknown to me so... rip. This is the second time too haha. Welp. Til next time!

~Shintori Khazumi

[harryskalechips]

The one that got away Part 2

A/N probably one of my most underrated pieces but here’s a part two. I hope you enjoy 🥺

Gianna and Harry used to be friends with benefits and although, it ended badly they meet again at the same club they first met. 

Word count 2617

Part 1

Do you believe in Kismet? How there could be so many factors and variables that can change your fate yet here you are on some wishy-washy path that makes no sense to you. Gianna thought the same as she found herself at the same night club she met Harry a couple of months ago. Why was she here? She doesn’t know. All she knows is that she met a boy here and now she can’t get him out of her brain no matter how many shots she takes. It’s been a solid month and all though she did herself a favour about leaving him, she was still craving his touch. So what about kismet? Oh yeah... guess what? He’s here too… with Mya. On this one fucking particular night, they’re going to meet again as if this club was truly trying to get them together. After all, it was named Last Hope. ~

“Baby, get your hand off me.” Mya shrugs Harry’s arm off her waist. They were standing at one of the tables near the dancefloor with her friends. Earlier in the night, She made the excuse that she wasn’t feeling clingy at the moment and that she felt hot and claustrophobic. But in reality? She just didn’t want the boy across their table to think she’s taken. It’s confusing really why Mya took Harry back. Maybe, it’s because she missed his attention or maybe it’s because, despite her lost feelings towards him, she feels satisfied knowing she has the man wrapped around her finger.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” Harry hides his disappointment from her rejection as he whispers in her ear. He didn’t even wait for her permission as he pulled away from her quickly. After his last conversation with Gianna, he immediately rekindled his relationship with Mya. Funny thing is his little fantasy became a dreaded nightmare. He never realized it until now that she’s different. Was he in love with her in the past? Yes. But the real question is does he still love her despite how much of a bitch she turned into? Um, he’s still trying to figure that out.

“Mate, can I get a scotch on the rocks. Put it on my tab.” He taps the bar’s table to get the bartender’s attention.

“Alright, sir.” The man nods as he turns around to make the drink. Harry was bored. He came tonight to keep Mya company yet she barely tried to entertain him. Now, he’s at this club wishing he was at home instead. 

“I told you- we can dance!” He was waiting for his drink when his eyes caught the figure of a drunk girl’s back who seemed eager for a man’s attention.

“I’m sorry babe but you’re too drunk for me to bring home, go find someone else.” the man rudely brushed her off and turned around to push her off the dance floor.

“Ow, don’t push me!” Gianna slurs as she holds onto chairs on her way to the bar too. Harry notices her immediately as his heart beats faster. It was easy really. He remembers her signature curly blonde hair. The way the tight dress hugged her figure and the way she spoke when she was drunk. Fuck, Gianna is here tonight! He turns around with anxiety after admiring her. He grabs his drink from the table and pretends to casually drink out of it. He was distraught. He didn’t know if he should say hi to her or let her be. After all, last time they spoke, she wanted nothing to do with him. 

As he heard her stand beside him, he made his choice to go back to Mya and her friends but once he heard her soft voice, he knew there was something wrong. She was drunk and most likely alone and she wants to buy another drink!? As if Harry’s going let that happen! He lets out a sigh and turns towards her. “I don’t think you should order another drink.” He dryly says as he watches Gianna look at him. Luckily, she’s too drunk to even realize it’s him. You know, the man she’s drinking about tonight. Her eyes squint as she tries to steady herself. “And whyyyy do you careee?”

“You’re way too drunk.” He shakes his head in disappointment. Of course, he missed her but he never thought the next time he would see her was in the club they first met. She continues to ignore him and tries to get the bartender's attention but Harry finishes the remaining liquid in his glass before smacking it on the table. “Mack, cut her off.” The bartender looks at Harry then at Gianna. He realizes too that Gianna is one more shot away from passing out. 

“What? Sir, please! I’m so thirsty.” Gianna pouts trying to reach over and grab Mack’s arm.

“Let’s go, I’m taking you home.” Harry pulls her away. He holds onto her hips as Gianna tries to not trip over her heels. “God, how much did you drink?”  

“Not enough since I still understand what you’re saying!” She laughs as she holds onto his shoulders. Harry looks at the table where Mya was standing just to realize she was already on the dance floor with another guy. Of fucking course. Surprisingly enough, he felt nothing as he watched his girlfriend grind soberly on the guy Gianna tried to dance with. 

“Come on G, watch where ya goin.” He helps her out of the club. Gianna just closes her eyes and leans on him. After he struggled to get her out of the club, he finally gave up. “Sorry about this babe.” He picks her up bridal style to his range rover. 

“Stop!” Gianna squeals in laughter as she holds onto him tighter. Her hands lightly glaze over his hair making her feel sad all over again. “I miss him.” Harry takes in a breath and helps her in his car. 

After he helps her in her seat and drives out of the club’s parking lot, he can’t help but feel something. The bad thing is he doesn’t know how to describe it. As he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand plays with his lip, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“You know…” Gianna lazily leans on the door while looking at him. “He does that too.”

“Who?” He glances at her and smirks. 

“That lip thing. Um… fuck I forgot his name!” She laughs then widens her eyes. “I forgot his name!” Harry’s face changes as he fixes his position in his seat. Gianna cheers as she finally feels relief. “I forgot his name.” 

“Who is he?”

“Some guy I was in love with. You know, Fuck men! I don’t need them! I don’t need someone just using me for sex!”

“You think he was just using you for sex?” Harry asks. He was offended. His relationship with Gianna wasn’t just about sex. It was more, way more than that.

“I mean… Yeah.”

“He wasn’t.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out his car while slamming the door. He opens Gianna’s door and carries her once again to her apartment. “Where are your keys?”

“I’m so happy that I- wasted- but I know my address!” She pumps her fist in the air weakly. What she doesn’t know is that Harry remembers where she lives and the man helping her get home was the guy she was trying to mentally escape from. ~ “Okay G, you’re changed, you’ve puked and you’re in bed now. Here is an aspirin and some more water, drink this when you wake up okay?” Harry watched Gianna bite her lip and give him a flirtatious look. Another side of drink G was her being horny as fuck. “No baby, don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” She bits her pointer finger. “You’ve already got me in bed, why don’t you join me?” She giggles as she takes off the other side of her blanket in her big bed.

“Gianna.” He looks around her room. He misses her, of course, he does but staying with her tonight is crossing a boundary. “Please.” She stops her act and pouts. “I’ve just been feeling so lonely and this guy broke my heart. I don’t know what to do.”

“Fine but you better not touch me in my sleep. I know how much of a cuddler you are.” He takes his blazer off and his dress shirt. He was planning on keeping his pants but fuck it, he’s not going to sleep in slacks. He’s spent countless nights sharing a bed with her. Maybe, he’ll wake up early enough to leave her before she notices he’s here. 

But talk is just talk and once Harry laid in bed with her, he pulled her into his chest. “If you’re mad about this tomorrow, you cuddled me.” He kisses her forehead and holds onto her tighter. ~ Luckily enough for Gianna when she woke up, her hangover wasn’t as bad as she thought. Maybe, it’s because she puked it all out last night or maybe it’s this soft pillow-Fuck. Gianna sits up immediately noticing she’s in her bedroom yet not only that, a man is sleeping beside her. You know, the one she was sleeping on. 

“Harry.” She aggressively shakes him. She immediately jumps out of bed to grab a hoodie so he can’t see her lack of bra. “Harry, wake up.” He sits up, rubbing his eyes but once he realizes what happened last night, he’s already out of bed putting on his clothes too. 

“You slept in your underwear!” Harry just looks at her as he buttons up his shirt and tucks it into his slacks.

“I can’t sleep with clothes on! You should be thankful I kept my boxers on..” He looks around the room for his phone. 

“Harry, what are you doing here!”

“You begged me to stay!” He rubs his face in frustration. This was not how he wanted to see Gianna again.

“What?” She sounds disappointed as she watches him standing in her room. Harry stops looking for his phone and instead, puts his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, you needed someone with you last night.” He watches her eyes tear up again but he stops himself from coming forward to comfort her. “I was at Last hope last night with Maya and I saw you drunk out of your mind. Some guy just pushed you and you wanted to drink more. I’m sorry that you had to see me last night despite your idea of wanting to forget about me but Gianna, I can’t let you lose yourself in a club filled with animals.” She looks away from him and takes a drink of her water and the tablet he left for her on her nightstand.

“Thank you.” She sniffles as she finally looks at him. “I know how we ended wasn’t really the best but thank you for taking care of me.” She shakes her shoulders and gestures her head to her doorway. “Would you like some breakfast or are you heading out.”

“I can stay for a while.” He looks at her window. 

As soon as Gianna and Harry settled down for breakfast with a simple dish of eggs and bacon, small talk was out the window. Now, they were sitting in front of each other... just eating. “I’m sorry about what happened to us.” Gianna just shakes her head and plays around with her food. Maybe, this can be her closure. She needs it, anyway.

“Not your fault. You wanted something more and I wasn’t ready to give you that.” He looks at her while she rolls her eyes. 

“I can’t believe I asked you to have sex with me as if we were dating. You’re right what difference would it make.” She laughs and looks outside her window of the lake. 

“No, I think your question was valid. If we had sex the way you wanted us to, the feelings we had would have been acknowledged and it wouldn’t have exploded and broken us apart.”

“The feelings we had?” She raises an eyebrow at him. “I get it. You’re meant to be with Mya and you’ll always love her.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “It was nice seeing you again H.”

“Really? Because last night you got drunk off your ass trying to forget me.” He teases her as he watches her cheeks flush red.

“Although, you know what my goal was last night, I’m happy you were the one to help me get home safely. I really thought I was gonna end up with another one nightstand. I haven’t been getting laid in a month!” Harry coughs a bit, he felt uncomfortable hearing her talk about that. He felt jealous. 

“I mean Mya and I aren’t really together anymore.”

“Really? Why not?” She butters her toast as she pretends to be curious. To be honest, she didn’t even want to think about the two.

“We aren’t in love. I thought I was in love with her but I’m not.” He watches Gianna nod her head as he takes a bite from his fork. “I miss you.” She looks up from her toast with wide eyes.

“Oh. That’s nice.”

‘You were in love with me. You never told me that.” He blurts out as he remembers her drunk confession. “Why didn’t you tell me.”

“I told you I wanted you.”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“What do you want me to do, Harry?! Beg you to have some sort of feelings when you obviously wanted Mya still.” She throws her toast on her plate and stands up which causes Harry to stand up too and meet her in her living room. “Yes, I was in love with you! I’m still fucking in love with you and I don’t know why!... I don’t know why you had to be the guy to bring me home!”

“I care about you.” He pulls her arm towards him. He takes her into his arms as he wipes away her tears. “Fuck, I don’t know what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before not even with Mya. I don’t know what to do!” He holds onto her tighter as Gianna tries to pull away. “I saw you last night and when that guy pushed you I just wanted to beat his face.”

“Harry, I don’t want to do this anymore.” She successfully takes his hands off her and steps aside. “I need to get you out of my mind. I don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve me!”

“Gianna, I need you to want me again.” He coldly replies as he stares at her. “Tell me you want me again. Ask me the question you asked me a month ago please!” She shakes her head. ‘Baby please.” He takes her chin into his hand. “Ask me to settle down with you.”

“I don’t want to ask you, Harry!” She pushes him away. “I’m always chasing the guy! Why won’t someone chase after me?” 

“I love you.” He whispers yet his whole heart was screaming. “Fuck it, I’m in love with you!”

“What?” Gianna asks in disbelief.

“I love you!” He takes her in his arms and holds onto her. “I want you. I need you. I love you.”

“Harry.” She hugs him back as he carries off the ground and softly lays her on the couch so he can straddle her. Once he’s on her he kisses her all over her face, as he holds her hands above her head.

“I’m in love with you!”

“I love you too.”

[franklyshipping]

Marvin the Mischievous ~ A Septic Ego Series ~ Part 4

We're well underway with this series now, Marvin really is on a roll isn't he? Now it's time for victim number four, specifically a certain Chase Brody. LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @heros-helplee @marvin-lee-magician and @chase-brody-thelee

Y'know sometimes when you get in a sort of slump-like mood? Things aren't going your way, it's one anxiety ridden event after another and so you're forced into this mind-set of just pure blankness, when you're traipsing about but not really actually DOING things? This is how Chase Brody had felt of late. Slumping, slouching, shuffling, he was making his way to the meeting room the septic egos sometimes made use of. It was mostly him though, and he was glad of that because right now he figured he wouldn't be the best, vibrant company for his friends. He entered the room, kicked off his shoes and socks, tossed his jacket to the floor, and from the box of teabags in his hand he started tossing them about. There wasn't much effort, nor much aim, and it was clearly a mundane activity right now, but it was all Chase could bring himself to do. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was a mix of misses and hits on target.

Chase's mind was encased in itself. Soon enough he even stopped throwing, he was just holding the teabags, rubbing them between his fingers as his eyes glazed over in thought. Thoughts of his children, his past family....it was a collage of nastiness to be quite honest. He couldn't make himself focus on one thought, one thing to deal with, everything was just swirling and swirling.....thank god for the make-shift stress balls that were his teabags. However this mental stress, as you can tell, was affecting Chase to excess, which meant his grips were tightening. His fingers pinched faster as he let out a sigh, he was in a real daze; thankfully however, he was about to be jerked out of it. Chase wasn't looking at the teabags in his hands, he couldn't see how his blunt nails were testing the integrity of the bag material, so he couldn't do anything to stop the leaking of tea powder onto his palms when he caused both bags to split simultaneously.

'What the-oh for the love of-Chase you fuckwit....'

He sighed and grumbled to himself as he watched the powder start to fall and settle into his palms and fingers, and he grimaced with the knowledge that it would be a bastard to wash off.....but then he furrowed his eyebrows confusedly; why were his palms itching? Endeavouring not to spill any more of the....''tea'', he tried to brush the substance from his palms gently, but all he ended up doing was rubbing it more into his skin. His palms and fingertips prickled, itching more and more by the second; he was so preoccupied with getting it off that he didn't notice how it seemed to....sparkle, in certain lights.

'Don't tell me I'm allergic to tea, that would be the dumbest irony....'

He sighed with pursed lips, letting out an annoyed whine. Although, rethinking his statement, he'd drunk tea before so it couldn't be an allergy. Then he wondered if it was coincidental pins and needles and his over active mind was blowing this put of proportion. He kept brushing and brushing with increased vigour, but nothing worked; the only difference being that Chase's lips had unwittingly quirked into a small smile. He had to admit, the prickliness at his palms was starting to feel rather tickly, how strange....was it tickly? Was it just his brain? Oh no, oh it was definitely tickly....it was getting worse.

'Ohokay y-you gottaha be kidding mehe.'

Chase stuttered, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed that he was being so affected by something as dumb as powdered tea! It was probably a certain ingredient that was giving him a reaction, that's all; but Chase's mind was at war, he was certain it was getting worse every second. He kept letting out the occasional giggle as his hands started to twitch and fumble about, and a flustered mind-set started to overcome the man.

'Gehet off ohmygod gehet off get ohoff!'

He stretched his arms and brushed his palms together whilst holding the split bags between his fingers, giggling more with reddening cheeks; thank god no-one could see him like this. To his joyous surprise, some of the powder seemed to fall away....but when it cascaded down his forearms into the crooks of his elbows he let out a few high-pitched squeaks. He brought his arms close as they too began to tingle, he let out a whine as a little embarrassed pout appeared on his lips.

'F-Fohor gohod's s-sahake why aham Ihi waitihing, Ihi neheed a sihink....'

Yes he knew that talking to himself was silly, but it was something he could do try and refocus his flustered mind; he didn't really have any other option. He turned and prepared to leave the meeting room.....and that's when it all went wrong; for Chase Brody at least. As he swivelled to face the door, a sudden, stronger tickly sensation rippled through the palms of his hands. He let out a loud squeak as he flinched; the poor man had already been fumbling with the bags, but this made him lose his grip entirely. They fell to the floor, but not before showering their contents-

'Oh shitshitshitSHIT!'

All over Chase's bare feet. Chase was right to be frantic, with what he knew the powder felt like on his palms....he dreaded to think of how it would feel at his feet. His extremely ticklish, vulnerable feet. He started breathing faster and faster, eyes widening as the tops of his feet tingled and prickled; he felt frozen in place as he watched the powder cascade like it had a life of its own. It trickled in-between his toes, and soon Chase snapped out of his shocked daze and leant down to hurriedly wipe his feet as giggles consumed him.

'Fuhuhuck oho gahad c'mohohon whyyyy?!?!'

Chase soon found himself on his butt on the floor, frantically rubbing and brushing as feet as his ability to keep his composure just diminished. He was so confused, and annoyed, and flustered. Since when did powdered tea do this to skin? Why the hell did he have to be so clumsy? Why the hell did he have to be cursed with supreme ticklishness?! It felt like the skitterings of millions of miniscule insects all over the tops of his feet, creeping and crawling and tickling his skin relentlessly; it was skittering that was also working its way in-between his toes. Chase let out a loud whine as he rubbed and rubbed, getting supremely desperate.

'Stohohop ohoho fuhuhuck stohohoHOP!'

Chase almost cringed at how he was literally begging at an inanimate substance. Unfortunately for Chase, his efforts at getting rid of the tickly, prickly dust seemed once again to only end up rubbing it into his skin instead of it being rubbed off. Chase's cheeks were flushed as he felt the tickly tingles spreading over his feet, the powder seemed to trickle onto the pads of his toes and even underneath them now; it was like Chase's weakest spots were purposefully being targeted. His feet were twitching and kicking and scrunching in vain.....Chase had no idea what else to do. Simply because, there was nothing he COULD do.

'WHY MEHEHE OHGODFUHUCK WHY MEHEHEEE!'

Chase squealed as he kicked frantically, not only has the powder somehow found it way to fall down his soft, sensitive soles now, but the sensations had gotten even more intense! Chase's eyes were watery as he clenched his fists with a broad smile in place; the poor man was still in utter disbelief that this was happening to him. He hit and kicked the floor as his giggling grew into louder, bubbly laughter; he didn't think he could handle it all. You could argue though, that he could perhaps handle it, try to stay still and simply endure; it was only his hands and feet that had been targeted after all....but you'd be wrong. In his frenzy, Chase's clenched hands had also been wiping themselves on his clothes along with his arms in another vain attempt to gauge relief from the strange tickling; but Chase had merely succeeded in spreading it further. To his tummy no less.

'FUCKFUCK CHAHASE YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOT!'

Chase didn't even try to rub it away at this point, he knew it would only worsen the ordeal. Chase was twitching, back sharply arched, eyes squeezed shut, hands clenched with feet and toes scrunched. It was a truly unique tickle torment. It prickled like pins and needles, but spread like skittering insects, before it seemed to scratch deeper like claws eager and hungry to reach every nerve and play them like a rabid violinist in a string shop. Chase was slowly but surely reaching what would be deemed as hysteria, but it was gradual; it was a measured descent rather than an uncomfortable thrust into the overly mirthful state. Almost as if it had been calculated. Chase let out a wail of laughter as he felt prickles at his sides, his waist, his bellybutton, his brain couldn't cope. Was the powder moving? Had he just spread it about himself? Would it wear off? Would it end?

'PLEHEHEASE IHIT TIHIHICKLES!! WHY DOHOHO YOHOU TIHIHICKLE?!?!'

Chase's vocals were getting more desperate as the man squealed and squeaked and laughed into the air.....but, I think we all know that this was a good thing. Chase wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking about the things that had been making him disassociate and feel like shit. He wasn't thinking about his problems or troubles. Chase was just thinking about the relentless, spontaneous, confusing tickly betrayal that his teabags had bestowed upon him. It was a unique scenario. There was no visible tormentor. No one to beg to. No one to reason with. But that didn't stop Chase from trying.

'MEHEHEHERCY OHOGAHAD HEHEHELP HEHELP!! SOHOHOMEOHONE HEHEHELP MEHE!!'

Chase had tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he writhed and curled up into a tight ball of wild laughter, which was getting raspier and raspier. He didn't think he could take much more. Now....this is where ''coincidence'' comes into play. As the begs and screams for help flew from Chase's lips, the mystically devious sensations seemed to decrease in intensity. Chase thought at first that it was his imagination, his wishful thinking for mercy, but he soon realised that relief was in fact incoming. His laughter died down to an eventual silence as he shakily caught his breath, looking up at the ceiling as if in a daze from what he'd been though. He blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. It was over.

'......a-ahare y-yohou done now?'

He whispered croakily as he took a risk and sat up slowly, arms wrapping round his own torso as he wiggled his feet a little. He gulped and ran a hand through his hair before deciding to inspect his bare tummy-huh. That was odd. There was no trace of the powder left. Chase hummed with furrowed eyebrows as checked his hands, arms and feet, but it was the same story. It was like magic. When he looked to the floor he could see specks of the powder somewhat sparkling amidst the dull carpet, but any that had been on his skin had....absorbed into him? Like how a massage oil does after a bit of time. Chase decided to stand, and he couldn't help but smile when he murmured to himself.

'Talk about an alternate Peter Pan story....'

Ahhh culture references. Chase was about to leave....when he paused. He looked to the floor where the half-full box of teabags sat. He picked it up and looked in curiously, and became more intrigued by how the powder in the rest of the bags also seemed to have that....iridescent shine. Chase didn't even debate it in his head. He smiled to himself before leaving the room, box in hand, and went about his day with a lot fewer insecurities on his mind than before this little event. Unbeknownst to him though, there was a witness to his departure. Behind a screen in one of the neighbouring, open-plan rooms, hid Marvin. He was surprised to see Chase taking the rest of the teabags with him though since the magician had intended to retrieve them for future use....but then the magician grinned. In Chase's hands he had no doubt they would be used.

'Have fun Chasey....'

Marvin whispered softly, happy that he'd been able to provide something else nice for one of the people he was close to. Once Chase was safely out of range, Marvin crept into the meeting room and cast his gaze over the sparkling, shimmering floor. He whispered with a smirk.

'Four down, four to go.....'

HOLY MOLY HOPE YA LIKE THIS FIC, LET ME KNOW IF YA DOOO, LUV YOOOUSSS XX

[haipain]

Hihihi!!! Joining the celebration✨ "We can't do this" kisses with Haiba Lev, in a Mafia AU? I'm a sucker for Mafia!Lev. Reader is a detective investigating his gang but they're falling in love and oh, no! Thanks so much, and congrats✨♥️

hihi! i hope this is okay, this was so much fun to write (i rewrote this 3 times bless) 💕

i’m just going to include a trigger warning: hints at violence? just in case anyone is sensitive to things like that!

also kmn its only been 3 weeks but my writing skills have become rusty af HAHA whyyyy

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite detective!”

The voice comes from behind you, one that was definitely recognisable — the way it flowed so smoothly, low and knee-buckling. There was no doubt, it was him.

Haiba Lev. 

Almost instantly, you freeze, joints locking up and goosebumps spreading across your skin as you spin around, making sure to arrange your features into one of annoyance.

“Snooping around again?” He grins, a childish air of delight surrounding him as your noses touche. A wave of nervousness hits you as your heart begins to thump wildly, and an involuntary reaction follows, causing Lev’s grin to turn into a full-blown smile.

Everything about him was pushing your boundaries — his job, his demeanour, just… everything. Was there ever a person that managed to rile you up in every way possible? If there wasn’t, now there was, and he was standing in front of you.

“I’m off duty right now,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible, turning your head to face the busy road. Lev chuckles, poking his index finger into your cheek.

“Off duty… Hm, so why are you near my home? It’s pretty boring in this district, there isn’t really a reason for you to be around here… unless-” he stops, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you so close, to the point where you could smell the very faint smell of shampoo lingering on his skin.

“You came here to see me?” He teases, letting you go and taking a step back.

“I don’t recall this district being owned by you, it’s my free will to walk where I want to,” you snort, pushing yourself off the wall. Except, what he said was true. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to admit it to yourself, but you were actually hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

“Relax, I was just kidding,” strong fingers wrap around your wrist, and you are pulled back with force — right into his arms. “Since you’re off duty, that means you’re not a detective now, so,” he mumbles, dropping his voice into a whisper breath tickling your neck. “Shall we go on a date?”

“No,” you respond swiftly, reaching a hand up to your neck and rubbing it to rid it of the ticklish feeling. “I’m still a law enforcer, you’re a mafia leader, we don’t mix outside of my wo-”

Lev tilts his head in mild frustration, brows knitted closely together, mouth pushed into a pout. “So? Like I said, right now you aren’t a detective, so why not?”

“Then, I can ask you the same thing,” you breathe a sigh of annoyance. This boy was not good for your heart, and honestly, right now, apart from his appearance and height, he definitely didn’t fit the mould of the leader of a gang. A kindergarten teacher maybe, but not a mafia leader. It felt as though you were chastising a child. “Why do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Because I like you.” Woah, no hesitance there — you had an inkling on how he felt about you, and figured that he probably knows about your feelings as well. Yet to hear it straight out of his mouth, despite the number of times he had said it… it still catches you off guard every time.

“Well, that’s a no, and I’ve got to get going, enough of playing games here.” With a rush of words, you quickly slip out of his embrace and left before he could make any more retorts.

That was close… I almost agreed.

Ever since you met Lev, you crafted a ritual that had grown on you, one that you stuck to religiously.

Walking to the room near the end, you push open the door and stare at the wall filled with pictures. 

Specifically, they were various pictures of Lev stuck to your wall, each marked with a red marker, the date and activity taking place. By now, you had known that there was an issue with what you were doing. Yet, you found it really hard to stop — and so this ritual had now gone on for months on end, with each greeting piercing your heart, increasing the guilt that made itself home in you.

“I’m home, Lev.”

Initially, you had convinced yourself that this was solely due to your investigations on him, it was nothing weird — in fact, you argued that it was necessary, because it was part of your job. There was nothing weird about taking pictures of his group and trying to connect the dots together, to figure out the business his gang was taking part in, so that you could get the crucial evidence necessary to throw him in jail.

But it slowly became clear that there was an issue. Bit by bit, the entire wall was filled with pictures of him, even when he’s not doing anything suspicious, even when all he was doing, was simply taking a walk around the neighbourhood. Bit by bit, the notes you penned down were beginning to be a little more intimate and frankly, part of you were horrified at how you were alright with doing this, but the other half of you simply felt pure bliss. And bit by bit, you find yourself roaming around areas he frequented. This wasn’t right, and you were aware. Yet, being aware didn’t automatically translate into jumping headfirst into fixing the problem. How could you, when you had actually enjoyed doing this?

“What should I do?” you murmur to no one in particular, brushing your finger against the most recent picture, the one taken during your previous encounter with him. His smile is teasing, and nose slightly scrunched up in an attempt to imitate your frowning face.

Taboo, would be the word to describe the relationship. It didn’t feel right to keep tugging back and forth, without ever settling the burning pit of emotions within the two of you — a closure felt in place. This had gone on for far too long, it was simply far too unhealthy for both you and him.

“I like you, I really do.” Sliding your eyes shut, you leaned your forehead against the wall, the cold jolting you a little. “Ironic, isn’t it? We both like one another, yet we can’t be together… Dating you is not even in the question…” you pluck one picture off the wall, hugging it to your chest as you flopped onto your back. “So I guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with the pictures in this room, don’t I?”

This is for the best, you repeated in your mind, all while feeling the cool metal of your phone in your hands feel as though they were about to melt off your skin. Slight hesitation takes hold of you as you scrolled through your contacts, fingers pausing at one contact. Then, with a determined push, you press on it, watching as the call connected.

“Hello?”

“Good evening sir, I… have a request. Its regarding the investigation on Haiba Lev.”

“Oh! If it isn’t pipsqueak!” Lev pipes up, the usual charming grin plastered all over his face. “What a coincidence! Or is it really? Who knows, maybe you’ve actually come to meet me-”

“Actually, I did,” you shrugged, as if it meant nothing to you, when in actuality, your stomach were in knots and hands clammy from nerves and being in the cold for the past hour.

“Ah!” His face lights up as he speaks, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re here to confess your love for me, aren’t you?”

“Spot on, Haiba.”

Now the roles have reversed; he freezes, a small blush rising to his cheeks. If you two had any other roles than the one you held currently, this would’ve been a very heart-warming scene. Except it wasn’t, and confessing your love for him wasn’t all you had in mind.

In all fairness, you were never the calmest detective around. In fact, it’s the exact opposite, you were rash, hot-headed, though you suppose that came with its own benefits. So, with a quick pull, and the tip of your toes, you pull him into a kiss, the warmth of his lips spreading across your own, making your toes tingle comfortably. Your brows were drawn close together, heart pulsating wildly in your chest and jaw clenched tight as frustration crashes down on you, because the sheer helplessness you felt was nauseating.

Right now, it was probable that Lev knew what was up. While childish, he was impossibly perceptive at times, and now was just one such instance. His gaze had revealed his thoughts. Time seemed to stand still, with the only things moving being your chests and the little puffs of white clouds formed by heavy breathing.

Lev was the first to speak.

“Wow,” he huffs. And then, taking a look at your face, he continues, a frown similar to yours now on his face, his voice taking on a colder tone — one you had heard him use during business deals. A shiver runs through your body as you took care to tread as carefully as possible. “There’s something else you want to say, isn’t it?”

“I think you’ve known this for some time now, but yes, I do like you.”

Silence fills the air as he waits for you to resume, watching as you squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your fists, as though it was causing you pain to do this.

“But we can’t be together, we were never meant to be, I’m a detective and you’re the leader of the mafia — the difference is too stark, we are on opposite sides-”

“So you’re scared, is that what you’re telling me?”

“… It’s against my morals.”

“Morals? A load of bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just impossible. I’m here to tell you this because I thought it’d be good to get proper closure, since we won’t be seeing each other anymore as I’m not longer investigating you.”

He runs his hand through his hair, a chuckle escaping his lips. Love was an abstract concept, one that he never really grasped, but looking down at you now, his primal instinct was to grab you and lock you up so that you could never leave him. Lovers you two were not, yet he felt so possessive of you. The more you couldn’t belong to him, the more he wants you — no one else except him should have you, you are his. This was such a stupid reason for you to leave him. Morals or not, right or wrong, he doesn’t care. What matters to him is that he obtains you, your heart, your body, your everything.

Pain spreads through your scalp as he tugs roughly on your hair, pressing yet another kiss on your lips, but this time round, it was rougher and harder. As he watches the saliva trail joining both of your lips together, he flashes a crafty smirk.

“Did you really think I’d just accept this?”

Oh no. Fear strikes you, and it’s all of a sudden that you realise — he’s a mafia leader. Of course this wouldn’t go swimmingly. How naive were you to think that’d happen? All this time, you were focused on your roles and feelings, spending time horsing around… it made you drop your guard and fail to take into account just how he actually was as a person. The childish persona? While very much true, that wasn’t all to him. Haiba Lev didn’t rise up to be a leader of a gang at the tender age of 19 just because he was sweet and kind and funny. No, there was just a single thing about him that differed. Because, what Haiba Lev wants, Haiba Lev gets. The method doesn’t matter — the goal does. And so, he’d do anything to attain what he wants, even if it means…

“How silly of you. But don’t worry your pretty little head, since you said we can’t be together in this life,” he hums happily, brushing a thumb against your trembling blue lips, watching as terror began to seep into your eyes. “I have a solution.”

“We can be together in death, isn’t that perfect?”

Death.

[thesmollostbean3]

All I Want For Christmas

The castle halls were bleak, dark and unwelcoming. The tree that sat in the main foyer was cold, unfeeling, its lights switched off and its baubles half hung. The star lay on its side on the floor, as if left in a hurry. 

The holly like plants seemed to have wilted and the fridge was empty. No voices filled with joy traveled down the corridor. No laughter rang through the air. Instead there were muffled sobs and sharp inhales, there were barking orders and apologies filled with sorrow. 

Ghosts walked down the passage ways, shells of the people they were just the other day. Feet dragging, arms heavy they carried on with their duties, unable to even move the decorations out the way. They were haunted by the past light that had filled the rooms, unable to cope with the darkness that was brought when that light was snuffed out. 

                                     I don’t want a lot for Christmas

Hunk hadn’t stepped into the kitchen in ages though he knew a bucketful of ingredients were stuffed under the counter, a group bonding activity that had fallen flat. Shuffling forward he peered below the counter to see if there were any perishables. Yet the food brought him no joy, it didn’t bring him comfort. Instead it brought pain as he sunk down to the floor, tears rolling down his face. Cries of why sprang about his head as he looked at the ingredients. The festive colours, the red and greens dimmed as though understanding the weight of the situation. As if they knew Christmas no longer mattered.

                                        There is just one thing I need

Pidge hadn’t left her room since it had happened, the lonely halls and sad decorations making her miserable. Instead she threw herself into work, ignoring the calls of those that came to check up on her. The keyboard clicked as she worked, time becoming irrelevant. Until it wasn’t.  The time flicked over and the days gave way until her calendar read the 25th. An alarm that had been set, playing a bad recording of Jingle Bells, had startled her out of her stupor before setting her back into that emptiness. Eyes watering she turned off the alarm, the festivities just making it worse. 

                                      I don’t care about the presents

Keith slashed his sword against the dummy, anger and sorrow behind each blow. If he looked to the right he could see the scrap metal that had been dropped during transport, the unwanted components of their makeshift Christmas tree. So he tried his hardest to ignore them. To ignore all that had happened and all that hadn’t. He tried to focus instead on the dummy, on the sword, on the anger and not the fuel behind it. The tear that travelled down his cheek when he looked to the metal wasn’t even acknowledged.

                                     Underneath the Christmas tree

Shiro ran around the castle, attempting to make sure no one sank for too long. He tried to be the voice of reason, tried to get them to relax even though he felt awful for it. He had to be there to support them, it was his responsibility, he had to be there for them. The thought made him stop dead in his tracks. Slowly, he leant against a wall, ignoring the holly that brushed against his shoulder. He hadn’t been there that day. He should have noticed the trap, he should have known what would happen. He should have…  Standing upright he shook his head, as if that would shake the guilt away. 

                                         Make my wish come true

There wasn’t a single dry eye at the funeral service. It had only been attended by a few alien leaders out of respect for the Paladin that had lost their life in a battle they didn’t chose to fight. The other Paladins cried as they hoped and wished it was all a dream, as they commemorated the bravery of a trusted ally, a loyal soldier and a friend. The ceremony told of his last day alive. How it had been the days leading up to the Earth holiday Christmas and how they all felt homesick. How the Paladin thought to bond and pick up moral by having their own makeshift Christmas. How they had been called away halfway through setting up the decorations and how the trip wire was unnoticeable to the naked eye. The story was told whilst the room was draped in blue to remember the brave Paladin, to remember Lance.

                                   All we want for Christmas is you 

-Kae

(Hope everyone has a good holiday season! I know I probably shouldn’t have tried to turn Mariah Carey into angst that wasn’t pinning because… whyyyy?? But I did. Yay? Anyway, I promise to try and write more next year, that’s on the list of resolutions!)

[eenefangirlanalysis]

Just then a shoe hits Eddy smack dab in the head. The impact was so hard that he actually passes out for a few seconds!

So, did Edd do this on purpose? I know he was trying to get their attention but did he mean to hurt Eddy? He hates hurting people. That’s the last thing he wants to do as it got him into trouble in his youth. 

And it was also a whole subplot in A Fistful of Ed. Ed is very clumsy person and everyone believed that he turned into a bully. The episode messed Edd’s mind up so badly that he actually thought he was a bally. Something is not right in Edd’s mind. He has ‘everything is my fault’ syndrome.

However, he doesn’t fear fighting with it comes to the swamp scene. We’ll closely inspect that infamous scene once time comes.

Ed looks far into the sky to see that Edd is clinging to his life over the edge of a raging waterfall!

Beautiful work of art and angle. This is one of my favorite scenes as it had me on the edge of my seats when I first watched it.

Edd is in danger. No, for real danger. Seriously, he could get killed. 

Eddy: Hey, sockhead, can you see my Bro’s place from up there?!!

Edd: NOOOOOOO!!! NOW GET ME DOWN! [I love Samuel Vincent’s delivery on this line]

This is such a wonderful drawing. 

This is all Eddy has to say to Edd? A few seconds ago he was Ed’s play so they could focus on finding Edd. Now that they’ve found him over a raging waterfall he thinks it’s the best time to ask about his brothers whereabouts?

I think Eddy is still taking advantage of cartoon physics. He hasn’t touched reality yet. Eddy’s perspective is that they’ll be able to get Edd out of this in the easiest way possible. 

And he did go down a waterfall in... Gimme, Gimme Never Ed. Is this the same waterfall?? The waterfall in that episode was a little different however. There were no rocks. 

I remember reading somewhere about a deleted shot where we were briefly shown the creak. They’re really outside the cul-de-sac this entire time.

Poor Edd dangles fearing that he cannot hold on for much longer.

The rocks only snagged his hat.

Edd is putting himself in danger all because of his hat. This hat is not a safety lane. It covers a secret but Edd would rather let it get in the way of his life. He’s in constant fear day after day worrying that he’ll be unmasked. And it’s a constant reminder of the past.

Sidenote: I love how they remembered to draw Edd with one shoe. And also love how wrinkled up these red socks are. Without a show they’re constantly falling to his ankles.

In this wonderfully animated shot Eddy tells Ed to hit with something big.

Using one of the best wind up pitches I have ever seen Eddy is thrown into the air to dislodge Edd.

Heartwarming Note: Ed thinks Eddy is big. How sweet.

Yeah... uh... that has to hurt.

I have never paused it on this scene before. It can really give your vertigo.

I honestly love watching Edd and Eddy go careening down the waterfall. That may sound mean but we all tend to put these two through as much danger and angst in our fanfiction and fanart.

Edd’s hat slips out from the crack.

Eddy got that beat up from slamming into Edd’s crotch?

And we get this close up shot of Edd’s screaming mouth.

I did have a theory that he cannot brush his teeth because he doesn’t have a toothbrush out in the wilderness. Then again, he hasn’t eaten anything.

@book-o-scams pointed out that these tiny dirt smudges shown on Edd’s teeth and tongue could be a sign that Edd doesn’t clean his mouth as much as he nags everyone how important it is to stay clean. This is more of a look at the mask he’s displaying the world.

We can hear Edd screaming but he looks more unconscious in these shots.

I love Edd’s reaction. I swear that he yells ‘WHYYYY’ but it’s really just wailing.

And Ed is standing below as that small little dot. The artists are amazing. I’m sure they had fun with this scene. Drawing expression for Ed, Edd n Eddy characters is so tough as they’ve made an etcetera of different faces. That’s the best thing when it comes to cartooning. 

Look at Edd’s face.

See, you get zany screenshots when you hit the pause button.

Edd and Eddy’s impact into the water is so powerful that it actually makes the little lake dry up for a second.

And some artifacts are revealed.

A Treasure chest, a sword, uh... skulls [again]... I can’t seem to make out the rest.

THEORY: IS THIS BRO’S TREASURE?

Remember observations stating that Edd guessed the wrong location to dig up Eddy’s Brother’s treasure?

What if this is it??

“COOOOOLD!”

Did anyone notice that Ed was wet before the water splashed all over him?

[simkjrs]

ch6 asks, cont’d.

Anonymous said: read the latest chapter and honestly even though im screaming in agony, i absolutely love this drama. i really cant wait to see where youre going with this. it also makes me happy to see you make so many good characters autistic, it feels nice to be able to relate to actions. also, izuku's entire internal conflict in this chapter? BIG MOOD.

fdjdkljf happy to hear someone’s enjoying it!! also, thank you for the feedback -- it’s nice to know that i’ve done alright,representation-wise. :^)

Anonymous said: just wanted to tell you that i'm at the spot when izuku basically tells it like it is to kacchan. and it's pretty much spot on. from what i can tell. from real life experiences. I sincerely hope that this time in your life is past if you've had to experience something like this or you have people you can turn to. otherwise, dude, you are scarily good at writing. i'm seriously afraid of how this conversation is going to turn out. the chapter's really beautiful and honestly just inspiring. thank u

this is such a nice ask i didnt know what to do with myself after reading it? 

no comment on my real life situation except that everything’s fine right now. i haven’t experienced everything that izuku is dealing with (or at least.. not to that degree?) SO i’m just extrapolating beyond my own life & experiences, and also incorporating what i’ve learned by reading through accounts by people who have actually lived through these things. thank you for writing in, and thank you for your concern 

@ceilingbattles​ said: I just wanted to say thank you so much for the new chapter <3 honestly its my favourite fanfiction, and I just really appreciate all the work you put into it, its amazing!!! (I don't have an ao3 account, just really wanted to let you know). Also just wow. that was a chapter. 100% worth it, I will read it repetitively on my phone as I have the rest of the fic.

thank you!! it’s really nice to hear that, and i feel incredibly honored to have written someone’s favorite fic. i hope it continues to live up to your expectations!

Anonymous said: i feel like byggualom! izuku and suneater would get along very well. kindred spirits kinda thing

both of them have massive anxiety so they can definitely empathize with each other, and i think izuku would do his best to accommodate suneater! it would be really exhausting for izuku though, i think, so while they’d get along well i don’t know if they’d be good for each other for extended periods of time. anxiety echo chamber

@aliceofbrokendreams​ said: Can I give you a hug? Cause if writing the first half invoked as much emotion as it did in me reading it, you should have one.

yeah... it was really hard writing this chapter. thank you 

@slightlyobssesive​ said: I would just like to say that this chapter took me four hours to read and then another one to compose myself to type this. On one hand I absolutely adore you because some parts had me so happy and the portrayal of Izuku's abuse is handled so well. On the other hand though I am cradling my heart that has been shattered into about 3 million pieces and screaming why because this chapter emotionally destroyed me. I cannot properly express my current feelings in this small amount of space just WHYYYY

im sorry but also im completely not sorry, THANK YOU FOR READING DESPITE YOUR DEEP PERSONAL SUFFERING 

and also thanks for your feedback re: the representation of izuku’s abuse! i’m glad i was able to convey it well!

@abrcmhatford​ said: i uh wanna say that i really appreciate how you're handling izuku's reaction to realizing that yeah, it was abuse, because people brush over the recovery a lot, and i've been in izuku's shoes and i think you captured the entirety of it really well. it's rough and it's really hard and it's still hard and i like how you didn't just ignore the gritty details and kept pushing. thanks

yeah! i wanted to write something that was about recovery, and moving forward, and doing your best despite your circumstances. i pulled on my own experiences with depression and other things to try and write this, and what i learned, so... i’m happy to hear it resonated with someone else too. i hope that you’re out of that situation now, and that things are better for you. thank you for your feedback. it means a lot to me. 

@angryqueermermaid​ said: you. absolute motherfucker.

alright now that name calling is out of the way I must say that you have the BEST portrayal of depression and anxiety I have EVER seen. like. holy shit my guy. the entire ch I was just like. "same? same. SAME." and, well, while that was a fucking kick in the pants, it was so.... confusingly cathartic??? in a good way??? to watch izuku struggle with the shit I have felt, in ALL aspects of life like being vunerable and/or high energy/socialization settings. fucking. GOD MY KOKORO.

FUCK WHAT I'M TRYING TO IS THAT YOU DID GOOD

i once saw a quote that said something like, “if you want to make someone a monster to society, first make sure they never see themselves in your stories.” it’s a morbid quote, but i feel like it explains well why it’s so meaningful when you see yourself reflected in a story. i know the first time i read a chinese-american protagonist, and one who wasn’t interested in romance to boot, i was in junior high and it made me so happy because i’d never had that representation before. 

that’s one of the reasons i write so many characters with mental illnesses or trauma -- i don’t see enough of us in mainstream stories, and i think those stories need to be told, just so we can remember that we aren’t alone. i’m really glad you found catharsis reading chapter 6, and that i was able to catch some of those struggles you go through. thank you for writing in!

Anonymous said: OF COURSE YOU POSTED YOUR LONG-AWAITED SIXTH CHAPTER IN JUNE

and yet, i missed the anniversary!!!! a failure!!!!

Anonymous said: sometimes I just go to your blog to make sure you're okay. like of you're blogging then you're either okay or trying your hardest

i’m not actually sure if this was a ch6 asks but it was sent with the rest so. thank you. it soothes me to know that someone out there is thinking of my wellbeing, because i sure don’t and i guess someone has to. (but in all seriousness, that’s really sweet)

Anonymous said: Hey! I just wanted to let you know that I loved the chapter 6 a lot! As a writer, I can understand not being entirely happy with your work, but as someone who recently got out of a very unhealthy situation, it makes me happy that you put it up anyway! Izuku's recovery mimicked mine in a lot of ways, especially the coming to terms with it. His talk with Yagi about grief hit very close to home, but also was very inspiring, if that makes any sense!! So sincerely, thank you so much! ^u^

i’m really happy to hear that!! i tried to catch the feeling / moment i had when i was getting through my depression, where for two weeks or so i was so miserable all the time and just wanted to... stop. it’s hard to explain, but one day i got up in the morning and knew that i was just tired of all this, tired of stagnating in the same place and tired of being miserable all the time, and maybe i couldn’t get rid of my depression but at the very least i had to try. if i was able to convey any of that through izuku’s conversation with yagi, then i’m satisfied. thank you!!

Anonymous said: Thank you for sharing your writing with us

and thank you for appreciating it! <3

@chocowl​ said:  From start to end this was a rly good chap. The recovery process, the relationships, and everything else was so good. I esp liked how Izuku mobilised his network and how Katsu got some Consequences. And Mitoki... much gold as always! Altogether: thank you for this journey! I loved it and i love you for creating such amazing content. Ihope you have an amazing day and time! :) xoxo

(sorry i split up your asks into two different posts! categorization purposes...)

i’m really glad you enjoyed that!! i worked so hard on the emotional atmosphere of this chapter, haha. glad to see it paid off. <3 <3 thank you for all your feedback, too, and also the really nice art you’ve made for me!

Anonymous said: someone made a pinterest board for The Fic! it looks p small rn (111 pins?) but its kinda cute

i don’t have a pinterest account so sadly i can’t zoom over and check it out, but wow... i’m really honored!! thank you for letting me know! 

Anonymous said: later, when Eri comes in- what would happen if byggualom!izuku was shot by Eri's quirk-removing drug? everyone's expecting something to happen but Izuku would be fine, considering he has no quirk (as far as he knows?)

muscular used izuku’s body to smash a concrete sidewalk into smithereens and izuku didn’t have so much as a scratch, one of the quirk-removing drugs’ bullets wouldn’t even have a chance. so actually, everyone’s question would be “what the hell is up with your skin” 

anyways, if you’re wondering if we’ll ever get a reveal, don’t worry. it’s coming. :^)

[rimzyy]

Attack on Titan Season 2 Episode 4

before i even say something *SPOILER ALERT* for those of you who have not watched Attack on Titan. 

the episode is all about the survey corps members at the ruined castle JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE. the whole episode is pretty intense because you're just sitting there like “omfg whats gonna happen whats gonna happen”. but for a manga reader i guess its more like “when is that gonna happen when is that gonna happen”. 

in this episode we got to see a little bit more on the beast titan, Reiner’s past, a jealous Ymir, the death of some more soldiers (RIP Gelgar, Nanaba, Henning and Lynne) and a VERY unexpected ending. 

Im just going to go over the most important parts of this episode

1) Connie’s Village As we saw in the last episode the titan found on top of Connie’s house is rather unusual. its just lying there not doing anything. well it really can't do much because its limbs are too small to be able to move. so how did that titan even get there? Connie seems to believe that the titan is actually his mother. it even spoke to him! what is weird is how Reiner was just brushing this off as if nothing happened and tries to convince Connie that is was nothing. and also how Ymir just BURST out laughing and calling it ridiculous. hmm more on Ymir later. 

2) The Beast Titan We met the Beast Titan in the first episode and booooyyy that was some crazy shit. It seems like the Beast Titan has some sort of “titan controlling” power as we saw in the first episode. The beast titan climbed the wall and started throwing rocks at the castle. which i found kinda weird because if he wanted to kill those people he could EASILY just crush them given his size. instead he controls the other titans and makes THEM do it while he just watches and throws rocks from afar. 

and now the part that all of you have been waiting for

3) FREAKING YMIR.  so. Ymir is a titan-shifter. WHAT. HUH. HOW. AND WHAT EVEN MORE BIZARRE IS THAT SHE WAS THE TITAN THAT ATE REINER’S FRIEND. wow that is just messed up. which might explain why she was able to read a language no one else can. maybe she comes from somewhere else? does being a titan give her super multilingual abilities? and this ALSO explains why she completely freaked out laughing when Connie speculated that maybe the titan was his mother. she knows more! but damn THE EPISODE ENDED RIGHT WHEN SHE TURNED INTO A TITAN WHYYYY. well i knew this was going to happen because i read the manga. it really shocked me in the manga since Ymir was one of my favourite characters. she wasn't really given much attention but she always seemed really cool to me. what is really interesting though is why Ymir did hide her titan-shifting abilities? she could have also been able to help humanity like Eren and prevented so many deaths if she just revealed herself. or maybe she did not want to be used like that? (also i just love how protective Ymir is of Krista and how she got jealous when Krista was tending to Reiner’s arm). 

Well thats about it for this episode. for those of who you haven't read the manga i highly highly recommend it. its amazing and oh god. i can't even express how MIND BLOWING IT IS. and for those of you who would rather stick to the anime, you have no idea whats coming to you. 

[aviationfiction]

WELP, I’m here and ready to discuss this….tea. This foolishness. This MESS.

First off, who the hell does Issac think he is? Okay, so he’s the brother that feels he has to be more stern towards Autumn because she is known to make rash decisions. Got it, understood. But this aura of condescending judgement he had towards her is getting old and getting old fast. If there is anyone in the relationship so far that has been more careful it has been AUTUMN, if you want to be real. He is her family, and that is a cause for concern about a new man in her life especially after everything she has been through. However, that doesn’t give him the right to say some of the things he said to Dante. ‘It must be that good.’ Like…are you dumb? That’s your sister, and if you so-called cared for her that’d never leave your mouth. And if he REALLY cared about her well-being and growth as a woman he’d allow her to live her life. You’re her brother, not her father. And, newsflash, a person can be a realist and give a firm/blunt stance on supporting a person’s rebuilding without being a dick about. Issac better worry about his damn marriage and mind his business. MOVE.

Isaac being stern and trying to keep Autumn on the right track should absolutely nothing to do with the decisions that she makes for her personal life. He cannot pick out the men she decides to date or involve herself with. She’s not a serial date and it’s not like she’s going from guy to guy in an attempt to find love because she’s this lost in the sauce hopeless romantic. She was married for six years. For four out of the six years she was living with her husband and for the final two, though they were married, she was living in New Jersey while he was down in Miami. Though it wasn’t on paper yet, Autumn’s been single for two years. Now she’s divorced. There’s nothing wrong with her moving on with her and involving herself with someone else. That’s usually how these things go. She could be kicking back and still allowing her parents to still take care of her because they don’t mind it at all, but she asked him for a job. She wanted to work for an income and transition into looking after herself. She does her job to the best of her ability and doesn’t use him being her brother as an advantage to half ass it. She doesn’t have him or anyone else for much of anything. She’s working towards going back to school. She’s doing just fine.

And you’re right, Autumn is the one being far more careful. She’s the one trying to think everything through, trying to withhold herself from certain things, and trying to make sure they’re not moving too fast. Isaac is beyond the whole overprotective brother thing. He’s simply being a jerk and frowning down upon her for a past that should no longer matters. He also needs to sit down with her and get the apology that he so badly needs when it comes to her lack of attendance at his wedding and her hostile response to it. Maybe that will be the start of him having peace with her. 

Okay. I got that off my chest. Now for the shit my BODY WAS READY FOR - did I not say Matthew was gonna die?! If not for Richard getting little Hellhound St. James off the poor man, he’d be having to bury a son. I knew that eventually Dante was going to find out and that he was going to lose it, but I didn’t think it’d evolve into what it did, which leads me to-

LMFAO! You did say that he was going to die and Dante wanted to bring him damn near to it, but Richard put an end to it. I’m grateful he did. We don’t need Dante sitting in prison. The manner in which Dante found out probably wasn’t the way he would have wanted to find out about it, but I’m glad that he did. Matt needed to be put in his place and he needs to know some boundaries. That fight with his brother wasn’t only a fair warning to him; it was one to ALL of them.

Autumn. Baby, whyyyy. I root for her so hard but I can’t side with her completely on this. While I wholeheartedly believe that Dante could have solved this issue with Matthew in a different way and while I agree with Autumn that Dante is far too smart and put together to be out here fighting like some regular…she has to know that she should have told him. Even if it was the day after his birthday, he should have been told. I feel like maybe he would have dealt with things better if she had told him from her own mouth. It’s one thing if Matthew was just being his typical asshole self, but not only did he disrespect Autumn’s character, but he sexually harrassed her (which honestly, is grounds for an ass whooping period, even if it wasn’t from Dante). She had to have known that Dante would have found out, and I feel like the situation was worse because he found out from someone else. Even if she sad nothing, she should have told Matthew’s ass off or SOMETHING. It’s bad enough Matthew thinks he can get away with everything. I know Autumn tries to keep a cool head in situations and is a lady about her shit, which is always appreciated, but there comes a time when it’s time to show your ass and show it proudly. That would have been a freebie to do so, in my opinion.

Autumn sitting on that information is never a good thing overall. What if Mike never seen the footage, she remained quiet about it, and he continued to happen every single time Matt got into a room with her. Then what happens? Imagine revealing to your boyfriend that is brother has harassed you repeatedly and you’ve never said anything. There’s a possibility Dante may have anything things better and there’s also a strong possibility that he would have responded in the same manner that he did when he found out. He was enraged by that because not only did Matt disrespect her, but by doing that, he also disrespected him. He felt directly targeted by that. Out of all the times he’s insulted him, THAT, was something he couldn’t just brush off.

I definitely agree with you on Autumn needing to show her ass and rip him to shreds. She should have let him HAVE IT when he pulled that nonsense. Who was going to check her if she did it? Though she didn’t want to ruin Dante’s night, that shouldn’t have withheld her from giving Matthew a piece of her mind and then resuming the festivities.

You know I’m shook. Just know.