#and the thing is that I'm tired of being in my room. I want to be outside.

[bookishdreamer28]

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Happy new Year everyone! May this new year bring new goals, new achievements, health, happiness and a lot if inspiration to your life!!

And here's my poly!marauders x reader fic! I had no idea what to write or what was going to be the plot in this one, but since it's new year, I thought of writing something sweet and a bit funny to match the vibe! Hope you'll like it, cause I'll post more fics with these boys ^3^

"Oh, she fell asleep?!" Sirius approached your sleeping form on the comfy couch of your dorm room, and kneeled down next to Remus, which he softly brushed your soft hair through his long fingers.

"Yeah..." Remus replied in a dazed look, as he continued keeping his eyes on you. You didn't even had to do anything and he was already hypnotized by you.

"But it's already 23:30! I was waiting for my new year's kiss!" Sirius all pouty, crossed his arms over his strong chest and James laighed lightly at how childish Sirius could be at times. These boys were just obsessed with you. You are their precious little thing and they can't ever get a minute without wanting your love and affection. Just like you do too with them.

"Sshh! Don't you dare wake her up guys or else I'll punch your guts." He said sternly at them and the instantly turned to you again when he heard a soft whimper. When he made sure that you were still asleep, he got up slowly from his crouched position next to your sleeping form, and went to bring your favorite fuzzy blanket to cover your body.

"She's really something else huh?" James said adoringly as he watched you.

"Our precious little thing." Sirius kissed your forehead and held your hand in his, caressing it gently. Remus came back again and covered you with the blanket.

"Can't believe it's been already a year since we met her. It feels like i was just...supposed to happen, you know? We were meant to be together." Sirius continued and Remus smile softly at his boyfriend's words, placing a kiss on the raven haired boy's lips.

James joined them and all three were there with you, like a strong shield to protect you even in your sleep. Sirius placed a comforting arm around Remus shoulder.

Suddenly your body moved making the boys stop talking.

"Look what you've done! You've woken her up!" He furiously told them and he then changed his angry look into a softer one when his eyes fell on you again.

"But we didn't-"

"Sh."

"Oh don't shush me-"

A groan left from your lips.

"Sweetheart? Are you ok?" His voice low and soft, trying not to scare you in your sleepy state with loud noises. When you didn't replied, Remus got nervous. He knew he was overreacting again, but the nonstop scenarios in his head could calm his nerves.

He shook slightly your body, not caring about ruining your sleep now, since his only concern was to see your beautiful eyes open.

"Remus, just a minute ago you were about to chop our heads off for waking her up! Don't tell me that you start maling scenarios that something is wrong because as you can clearly see she's fine! She probably got a bit tired-" He tried to push his hand away from your shoulder but then a sudden movement caught him off guard as he almost lost his balance.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Your head knocked on Sirius forehead and you both groaned at the impact.

"My goodness you're ok?!" James approached you, with a worried look on his face. You looked up at Sirius touching his forehead and instantly climbed on his lap. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist and held you.

"I'm so sorry Sirius. I thought-"

"I'm ok pretty baby don't worry about me. Are you ok though?" His fingers traced on your forehead to see if there was a pump forming.

"I'm fine." You chuckled and the sound was like a music to his ears. Not being able to resist, he cradled your face and kissed you like you were the oxygen he so desperately needed.

"Did you have wine before us or something?" James teased and you rolled your eyes at him, which made him pinch your cheek in return softly.

"No! I just felt a bit tired." You yawned and Sirius let you lay your head on his chest, as he placed one hand on the side of your face to keep you close to him.

"Remus? What is it?" James voice broke you from daydreaming with Sirius and turned to look at him. Hsi hand was on his chest and you instantly got up from Sirius lap and went to his side.

"Remi what-"

"Can you please stop scaring me like this?!"

"But i didn't-"

"You'll sleep on my bed tonight."

"Hey she'll sleep on mine tonight!" Sirius angrily said but James pushed him to the side.

"Nope it's me. She's sleeping on mine."

"What I say goes. She'll sleep on mine and that's final." Remus placed you on his legs and hugged your waist tightly. You laughed at how ridiculous he sounded but he pinched the soft skin of your thighs slightly making you flinch and glare at him playfully.

"Stupid dorm rooms having so many beds." Sirius murmured but instead of arguing more, he laid his head on your thighs, placing a kiss on them.

"Remi there's no need to be this dram-"

"Don't make me repeat myself baby." He breathed against your neck, making you squirm in your seat, pulsating with need for more affection.

James sat next you, ans held your hand in his giving it a small lingering kiss.

"I think it's my turn to kiss you now." He mumbled against your lips and you sighed at how perfect felt against yours. Too busy kissing and hugging your boys, you didn't notice how it was already midnight. But that was until the noise of the fireworks outside the room's window could be heard, making you all stood up to take a better look at the magnificent sigh of colorful lights filling the sky.

"Happy New Year my loves!" You happily said as you all shared more hugs and kisses. But in the moment of exchanging wishes and love words, Sirius grabbed your hand and pulled along his side to his bed.

"Sirius what-" the other two boys had now a frown on their faces, and you tried to hold back a laugh.

"Nah ah. She's all mine now." He said and laid you ont top of him making you yelp, as Remus and James rushed in to "save" you. It was all perfect.

[totalswag]

Hey girl so I was wanting more dad drew and I was wondering if you could do something like where Tatum is like a teenager and her personality is a lot like her moms which causes them to buttheads sometimes, and in one argument Tatum says some hurtful thing to her mom making her mom cry so drew had to have a talk with her. You can add Leo to idk I was just kinda thinking but besides the point I love your work and I think your amazing keep up the great work girl love ya

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summary tatum, your oldest, says a few hurtful words to you that make you cry. drew has a conversation with tatum about what she did to you.

warning(s) arguments, crying, child + parent arguing.

Tatum is very much like you when you were a teenager. Moments during the week where you two buttheads about certain things that are typical for a mom and daughters to "argue" about.

However, tonight took a turn for the worse. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table finishing up dinner. It had been a long day at work for Drew and you been home cleaning the house.

Leo was talking about how his day went—recently, Leo, has gotten into basketball and wanted to try out for the school. Drew and you were excited to hear the news and encouraged Leo to try out.

"Tatum, could you kindly get off your phone? "Your brother is talking," you say aloud, attracting her attention as you point to Leo, who has stopped talking.

Tatum rolls her eyes and sets her phone on the table beside her dish. "You can put it on the counter please."

"Why can't I leave it next to me?" She gives you an attitude, "We are sitting at the dinner table eating, and none of us have our phones next to us," your tone remains casual but firm.

"Leo can still talk and I won't be on my phone" crossing her arms over her chest, not bothering to move her phone from the table.

Before Tatum can finish speaking, Drew cuts her off with a clear and serious voice and says, "Tatum, watch your tone and listen to your mom." 

Tatum groans loudly, pushes her chair out, picks up her phone, walks to the kitchen, and puts it down after rolling her eyes in frustration.

"There look you happy mom?" Tatum mumbles "so dumb" under her breath as she emphasizes with her palms raised.

You hear her say, "It's not stupid, Tatum." We've had this regulation in place for a very long time, so I don't see why everyone is acting this way—" Tatum slams her hand on the table and interrupts you in the middle of your statement. 

"Please, Mom, just shut up already. I'm tired of you being irritating these past few days—" "Tatum Ann Starkey you will not speak to your mom like that, ever!" Drew abruptly interrupts her, throwing his fist on the table, causing everyone to jump. He gestures for her to "go up to your room now," and Tatum gives him a terrified face.

The corners of your eyes well up with tears. Leo comes running to you and gives you utter comfort. You are wondering why Tatum has suddenly started acting this way.

Leo hugs you close to him and says in your ear, "You are the best mom ever, mom. You did nothing wrong."

"Thank you baby."

"Leo, while I comfort your mother, could you please return the little condiments to their proper places? "Thank you, buddy," Drew says to Leo, who nods and follows instructions.

"Are you okay baby?" Drew asks, crouching down and placing both hands on your knees, looking at you with concern. 

"I'm fine, just confused as to why she's acting this way towards me," you say gently, sniffling.

Drew and you begin discussing what has just occurred. Drew was not pleased with Tatum's actions toward you, her mother. You do so lot for this family, and Tatum does not need to vent her frustration on you.

Drew soothed you in every manner conceivable, making you feel more at peace about yourself—he's the best thing that has ever happened to you. The sound of his words made you relax, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"I'm gonna have a talk with her upstairs," he pauses, "I love you."

You give him a soft smile, pulling the front strained away from your face—leaning forward in your chair, thinking what just happened. So many thoughts running through your head.

Drew knocked on Tatum's bedroom door, and you knew he was going to give her a big lecture on how to communicate with your parents. You've discussed this with both of your children numerous times.

Leo walks into the living room with a bowl of ice cream for himself and you—he's always been a momma's boy. Leo brings you the bowl and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Thank you, Leo," you say, throwing your free arm around him and drawing him into a side embrace. 

"Of course mom, I love you."

After five minutes, Tatum and Drew come downstairs. Drew muttered something to Tatum before elbowing her toward you. Leo moves from the couch to wherever Drew is in the home.

As she settles on the couch beside you, Tatum sighs—crisscross apple sauce. "Mom I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you at the dinner table," she says after a little pause. "I shouldn't spoken to you like that."

You take in Tatum's words, "I forgive you, Tatum. What you said to me really hurt," Tatum lets a tear fall from her cheek, "be cautious with your words, darling, I love you," taking her in for a loving, lengthy hug.

You and Tatum unwind in each other's arms while letting the tears flow. Tatum reiterated the same words to you: "I love you, mom, and I apologize." Regardless of how you argue, you will always adore your children.

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[m-jelly]

Snow and the park

Levi x fem reader

Snow has fallen and instead of running the gang and ensuring his casinos, bars, clubs and shops are good, he decides to make memories with his precious wife and daughter.

It was a cold morning and the snow was thick on the ground. Levi happily watched it fall with a cup of tea in his hand. An idea struck him, he wanted to spend today having fun with his baby girl and stunning wife. The park was the perfect place to go.

He turned from the window and gazed lovingly at you tangled in the bedsheets from him ravaging you in the early hours of the morning. Fresh lovebites were dotted on your skin and the delicate smile on your face was enticing.

Drawn in by your beauty, he moved over to you and sat on the bed. He brushed your hair from your face carefully. "Love?"

You hummed and shifted a little. You opened your tired eyes allowing you to see your handsome husband. "Morning." A bright smile spread on your lips. "You look so good in the morning."

"So do you."

You dragged your body to sit up causing your shirt of Levi's you wore to drop and cover you. "What's the plan for today? You've already started it with a lot of energy."

He chuckled as he remembered how passionate he'd been with you. "It's because you're so irresistible." He kissed you and hummed. "I'm thinking we take Lilly for a walk in the park."

"Oh, we can put her in her bunny snowsuit."

He smiled softly. "That'd be cute."

You stretched your joints and moaned. "I'll get her ready for the day."

He kissed you again. "I'll do it."

"Okay, handsome. I'll make breakfast."

"I'll do it."

You huffed a bit. "Levi, we've talked about this." When you got out of bed Levi eyed your legs and bum. "You've got to let me do things too."

"I know, but I like spoiling you."

You walked over to him. "Let me do the breakfast."

He looked up at you. "Convince me."

You lifted your top and put it over his head so he got a faceful of your boobs. "Convinced?"

"Mm, I was not expecting this." He gasped when you freed him. "No fair, I wanted more time."

You pinched his cheek and wiggled his face. "Later."

Levi got up and pulled on a turtleneck jumper. "I can't wait." He yanked on some trousers and ruffled his hair. "I'll get the princess."

You eyed Levi. "Mm! You look good."

He chuckled. "Thank you, you look so sexy." He winked at you before leaving the room and going to his daughter's. He grinned at seeing her standing up in bed jumping up and down. "My goodness, you are full of beans this morning like me."

She giggled. "Dada."

He picked her up and cuddled her close. "Good morning." He cuddled his daughter who was just a few months past one. "Let's get you changed and ready for the day." He cleaned her up and changed her into warm clothes. He sat her in her chair as you made breakfast. "She's ready for the day."

You put the food out and smiled. "Hey, my baby girl."

Lilly bounced in her seat. "Mama!"

You nuzzled your nose against hers. "Good morning." You kissed her puffy cheek. "I love you so much. Are you excited to play in the snow today?"

She clapped her little hands. "Mama!"

Levi leaned over and kissed you. "I'll feed her, you enjoy breakfast."

After a fun-filled breakfast, you all went out into the snow and walked across to the local park. Levi held Lilly tightly against him because she kept wiggling and wanted to run around. It was the first time she was seeing snow and instead of being afraid, she wanted to play.

He came to a stop in the little kid's park. He put Lilly down on her little boots and watched her waddle through the snow. It made him smile at how cute she was in her bunny snowsuit. "Careful, Lilly."

She waddled through the snow and came to a stop. "Eh!" She leaned down and picked up some snow in her mitten. She held it to you. "Aboo."

You crouched down and giggled. "It's snow. It's cold too."

She looked at it. "Co."

You hummed a laugh. "Cold. Do you want to play on the swing?"

She dropped the snow and waddled to the swings. "Bah!"

Levi scooped her up making her squeal with laughter. "Come here, you little terror." He cleaned off the seat and slipped her into the seat. "Hold here."

You ran to the front. "I'll take pictures!"

Levi carefully pushed Lilly in the swing making her giggle. "Up we go!"

Lilly kicked her legs as she laugh. "Da!"

Her squeals of delight warmed Levi's heart as he kept pushing her. Before you walked into his life, he knew only death, pain and anger due to his work. When you walked into his life, he found happiness, joy and love. He didn't work every waking moment and found time to relax and love life more. He even spent more time with his parents.

Levi helped Lilly out of the seat and wached her stomp about. He looked over at you and sighed. "I love you."

You felt your heart race. "I love you too."

He walked over to you, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you. "You are the best thing to happen to me. You brought love and happiness into my life, along with the most cute baby girl in the world."

You hummed a laugh. "I love you too, Levi. You're everything to me." You kissed him and sighed. "Speaking of, where is our little princess." A smile spread on your lips as you watched Lilly waddle through the snow. "She's loving the snow."

Levi gasped when Lilly fell flat on her face in a mound of snow. "Lilly bug!"

You giggled as Levi ran for her. "She's okay, she's getting up. Relax a little."

Levi ran to Lilly and watched her get up. "Are you okay?"

Lilly sat up and laugh. "Dada."

He smiled at her. "Yeah, dada." He sat and released a long sigh. "Sorry for worrying so much about her and you."

You knelt in the snow and watched Lilly pat the snow. "I find it romantic."

Levi grabbed you and sat you on his lap. "I love you so much. I really do."

"I love you too. I'll always love you." You pulled Lilly close and smiled. "Come here my sweet."

Lilly gazed at you and smiled. "Mama."

You hugged her against you. "That's right." You hummed a laugh. "How about the slide next?" You stood up with her. "Ready?" You put her at the top of the slide. "Go!"

Levi caught her at the bottom. "Wee! I got you."

Lilly giggled. "Wee!"

He handed her over to you. "Let's go again."

You sat her at the top. "Ready? Go!"

Lilly squealed in delight. "Eee!"

Levi caught her. "Good girl." He lifted her up in the air and wiggled her. "So cute." He brought her down and kissed her cheek. "You are so adorable."

Lilly yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Mm."

You rubbed Levi's back. "I think she's tired."

Levi looked at his daughter as she pulled a face and cried a little. "Oh dear, poor little bunny." He kissed her cheek. "Come on, my sweet I think it's naptime."

You put your arms around Levi. "Thank you for this, it's been a dream."

"It's not over yet. We'll keep having more fun." He leaned over and kissed you.

You hugged his arm. "I'm always having fun when I'm with you and Lilly."

"I'm glad. You're both my world, you really are. I'm the luckiest man in the whole world."

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[luvvzinspo]

Hii

I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS FOR DAISUKE SO MUCH!! Can i request maybe daisuke x female reader on her period? (It can be fluff, comfort or hcs, i dont really care) Of course, if you are comfortable with it!

Have a nice day/ night❤️❤️

ans: why haven't I thought of this??? yess!!

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Daisuke - MW - 🩸 Headcannons

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(no NSFW, I slipped in a few little situations)

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•❀• I feel like he'd be so comforting, and he wants to make you laugh, or distract you if you're hurt in any way.

•❀• He's the sweetest thing when it comes to you, and situations like this.

•❀• he's DEFINITELY helping you out with anything, and he probably doesn't even want you to have trouble walking, so he carries you. (Bridal style)

•❀• You need something? He's already on it! He will literally do anything for you at this point. Even if it's grabbing the TV remote that's just barely out of your reach.

•❀• He's so smitten, he can't get enough of your voice. And you bleeding, even if it's 'just' a period, he feels so bad.

•❀• You want snacks? He's already made you food, got chips, got sweets, soda, water, tea, soup, and I feel like this boy loves to make angel food cake. Idk why.

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"How ya feeling, pretty girl?"

"Not good."

He frowns, clearly not liking it when you have to go through this.

"Why do you have to have a period? Like you don't really need a reminder that you don't have a baby. Just take a pregnancy test or something, and why does it have to be for so long?"

"what??"

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•❀• Sometimes he just yaps about random stuff. And I bet it hurts him so bad to see you in pain. He wish he could switch roles with you.

•❀• He's definitely giving you massages, no matter where you want them. He just wants you to be relaxed, and feel safe and calm.

•❀• He would definitely tell you stories about random things like, him "falling down from a tree" when he was 12 or something.

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"And— BOOM! I feel straight down, and some group of kids starting laughing about me! I wanted to give them a taste of my mind, but they were kinda bigger than me, so I was scared. Bullies are not sigma, dude."

"Do you have any more stories?"

"Hell yeah! One time I was..."

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•❀• I'd imagine him being brainrotted, idk why, but.. yeah.😪

•❀• He has sooo many stories to tell you, and some aren't even about him. He just loves when you listen, and he's the one talking.

•❀• But he definitely loves to hear you talk too. Mention anything, he's all ears.

•❀• Daisuke is such a sweetheart. Just wait for this boy to grow up, and he's a full on gentleman.

•❀• This man is barging into your room with snacks, drinks, blankets, stuffed animals, and so much more.

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Sorry I couldn't write much, I was in a rush and I'm currently sooo tired it's insane!! 😓

[gravedwe11er]

The @keferon mecha AU texaid continues living rent-free in my head, and I just had to write more for them! It was very much unexpected, but I can't say I'm complaining. Timeline wise, it comes after the first half of part one

Cw: mostly just typical Vortex things

One day after his terrifying trip with Vortex, Felix has another encounter with the dangerous mech and a tentative accord is struck.

Felix walks out of the meeting room after three harrowing, shouting-filled hours, feeling hopeless, anxious, and more exhausted than he’s ever been before in his entire life. And what a feat that is, considering he went through medical school during an actual alien apocalypse, not to mention going on an involuntary joyride in a murderous mech just yesterday.

God dammit.

Leaning against the nearest wall, Felix puts his head in his hands and counts to ten.

He’s being reassigned – Felix Adler, newest member of the mecha pilot corps, effective immediately. Tomorrow, he’s to report to the base’s quartermaster at five am sharp, so he can get fitted for a pilot’s uniform and be shoved back into Vortex whenever the next attack comes. The thing’s longest surviving pilot he knows of lasted a whopping six weeks before bleeding out in her seat, courtesy of her severed hands – and that’s disregarding all the other injuries to mind and body he and his colleagues had to treat before her eventual death.

God fucking dammit.

Technically, he could just resign. Could always pack his bags and leave, but – the military paid for his med school. There’s a mandatory eight-year period of service or they’ll make him pay it all back, with an interest rate high enough to make even a loan shark stumble. Short of winning the lottery, there’s no way he’d be able to get his hands on that sort of money in his entire lifetime.

That aside, he wouldn’t be doing his life expectancy any favors by leaving anyway. Most hospitals these days are at least semi-mobile, which means hard cots, cold MRE’s and frequent shuffling around to various affected zones. Not to mention, as beastly as the quintessons look, they’re much smarter than any animal - meaning they’ve learned to recognize hospitals for the prime targets they are and attack accordingly.

Given his luck, he’d end up being flattened by a quint within the year, spending his last moments miserable, tired, and in more debt than gambling addict on a year-long losing streak. It’s the whole reason he fought so hard for this posting in the first place – if you’re going to be working in a medbay, might as well do so where there’s a whole hangar full of mecha to defend you when you need it.

Which leads him right back to where he started. No place to run. A likely death on the front lines, one way or another.

Well. At least the food here is warm.

With an odd numbness creeping into his fingertips, he slowly starts making his way to his quarters, only to remember- right, he doesn’t even get to keep that part of his previous life. He’s being moved in to where the other pilots live, much closer to the hangar than his previous little shoebox of a living space was. Wouldn’t want him to be late for his next date with the malicious death machine, apparently.

Turning on his heels, Felix only makes it a few more steps before something in his head just- snaps. Suddenly, the foggy emptiness of before is chased away by an angry sort of determination, and he changes course yet again, heading instead for the nearest sanitation closet. Grabbing his usual Vortex-duty cleaning supplies, he stomps his way to the hangar.

They want send him back into that thing? Fine. Fine, he’ll be command’s latest sacrificial lamb, but if he’s going to die in that cockpit, he refuses to do so while sitting in other people’s bodily fluids.

The thought buoys him for all of five minutes until he’s standing on the catwalk facing Vortex, at which all his previous bravado evaporates back into a familiar dread. A shiver passes over his skin, the cold lance of anxiety nearly freezing him in his tracks. Still, he breathes through it, forcing himself to take the final few steps needed to stand at the cockpit entrance.

His hand reaches for the opening button- which proves unnecessary, as the crimson glass immediately slides up of its own volition. Blinking, he slowly lowers his hand again.

Hm, he supposes that’s as much of an invitation as he’s going to get. Doesn’t mean he won’t be getting mauled if he goes in, but- it’s a good sign.

Last chance to back out.

“Just here to clean a bit,” he calls out into the cockpit, feeling incredibly stupid talking to empty air, before stepping cautiously inside. Nobody’s bothered to clean up since yesterday, which means the last dead pilot’s blood still stains the small space, turning the floor brown and crusty. The stale air reeks of iron and decay, mixed with the stench of bleach. The sharp, heavy gaze of Vortex’s internal cameras digs into his back, making his hair stand on ends.

All in all, not a very comforting atmosphere.

Felix flinches when the lights suddenly flicker on, bathing the cockpit in red as the screen closes behind him with a resounding click. “I’ll try to be quick about it,” he says, eyes flickering around the small space, “so please don’t-“

A flare of light from behind gives him pause, and Felix turns to find words now written across the mech’s main screen.

AW, WHY NOT STICK AROUND?

GOT SOMEWHERE MORE IMPORTANT TO BE?

Felix huffs, a bit of sharpness creeping into his words despite his racing heart. “I do, actually. Mostly because of you, if you have to know.” Getting to his knees, he puts down his cleaning bucket and starts pulling on a fresh pair of latex gloves, keeping an eye on the screen all the while.

DON’T SULK BABY, YOU KNOW YOU HAD FUN~

“Wh- fun?” he almost yells, indignant. “I don’t know what gave you that idea, but-“

YOU LIKED SEEING THEM TAKEN APART

GETTING TO DIG AROUND IN ALL THEIR SQUISHY INSIDES

Felix freezes at that, one hand halfway to the bucket, followed by a full-body flinch once he sees the next set of works that scroll across the crimson screen.

SO MUCH BETTER THAN THOSE SAD LITTLE SCRAPS IN THE LAB, YEAH?

What the- “How the hell do you know about that?” he wheezes out incredulously. While the medical team eventually found out about the incident that led to his vortex-duty punishment, he could have sworn that it hasn’t carried as far as the pilots. Then, how could he have-

WATCHED YOU ON THE CAMERAS : )

YOU FUCKING SUCK AT BEING SNEAKY, BY THE WAY

LIKE, WOW

Sitting down on the filthy floor with a grimace, Felix closes his eyes, suddenly feeling very, very tired. “Thanks. I’ve noticed,” he sighs out, giving himself a few moments to process.

Vortex is right, in a way. While the experience was mostly awful, what with him being pretty sure he would die that day, Felix has to admit that seeing the quints properly, getting even a glimpse of their physiology up close was horrifyingly fascinating. They’ve long been a mystery he wants desperately to solve, a puzzle to figure out - He wants to see them with his own eyes, to take them apart piece by piece until he knows everything there is to know.

And Vortex seems well aware of it, too, because of course he can mess with the cameras, why not. He’s known all along, apparently, and it had, what- caught his interest? Is that why he strongarmed Felix into ‘piloting’ him in the first place?

He raises his head, intending to ask about it, but his eye is caught by a new string of text across the glass before he can get the words out.

WE CAN BOTH GET WHAT WE WANT OUT OF THIS

Shelving the thought for a later date, he gives Vortex’s screen a considering look, heart racing in his chest. “I’m listening,” he says, cautious.

YOU WANNA DIG AROUND INSIDE THE SQUIDDIES

AND I WANT YOU

WIN-WIN

With a raised brow, Felix scoffs. “Right. And how do I know you’re telling the truth? How do I know you’re not just going to kill me the next time I put that helmet on?”

YOU DON’T

; )

God dammit. Well, he should have expected that, really.

Still, it’s something to work with. Vortex clearly wants him around, whether it be for his medical knowledge or just his entertainment value, which means that, at least for now, he wants Felix alive. There’s no guarantee he won’t change his mind in the future, and Felix is very much aware that alive is not the same as unharmed, but-

It’s a start.

He could still leave. Pack his bags, accept his dishonorable discharge and his mountain of debt, apply at the nearest hospital and never look back. He’d never have to step foot into Vortex again.

But he’d never get to see another quint up close, not unless it was seconds away from smashing him into paste. Never find out what the primary brain looks like, how the mechanical parts merge so seamlessly with alien flesh. Never get to splay one open and tear its secrets from its body, like muscle from bone.

“Alright then,” he finally answers, and fervently hopes it’s the right choice.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! More coming soon! And huge thanks to @jayden-writes and @showstopper35 for their help and support!

[remembering-angels]

Let me take care of you tommy 🔞 smut .

Gentle sub tommy fic because @chillian-murphy made me think about this the entire morning.

Content: gentle sub - dom dynamic, tommy is a switch, really just fluff and smut, kinda pet play. (Also I originally wrote it as an X reader fanfic but then switched everything to me because I got annoyed at trying to figure it out, so if you see "you" instead of "me" at some places that's why)

Plot - tommy returns home stressed and upset, Im determined to help him feel better. (But let's be honest, there isn't much plot)

A relationship with tommy shelby was never easy. Often times he would return home stressed ,ignore me and lock himself in his office for hours, when he doesn't ignore me, he is not gentle, rough and dominating, takes what he needs in a fit of stress and trauma. But some nights, those nights where he was gentle and loving are the nights that made me stay with the ruthless gangster. Not that I can ever leave him, nobody leaves tommy shelby. As the days go by, i settle into my new life in Thomas Shelby's house. Im his woman, and everyone knows it. Im treated with respect and deference by his men, and i have free rein over the house. But Thomas is often out late, handling business.

I walk between the rooms of his lavish mension. another night of tommy being away on gangster business. of course, the word gangster is only said in hushed whispers. Tommy liked it when I was ready for him, clean in a nice, easily taken off dress, ready for him at all times. I decided to enter his home office and turn on the fireplace. by the time he returned, he seemed upset. "What's wrong, thomas? I ask gently ,as a woman welcoming her man from a long day of work does.

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks at me , his eyes tired and troubled. "Everything's fucked, love. The Italians are making moves on our territory, and I've got a deal with the Americans that's starting to unravel and fuck " he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his lips.I bite my lip trying to understand what he is talking about ,i often didnt understand his buisness dealings but i tried to be supportive, he wouldn't let me get to close. "poor thomas..come here" I outreach my arms to him, my silk robe falling off my shoulders as I welcome him in to my embrace.

He walks over to me, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion, but his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in my nearly bare form. He pulls me against him, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. "You always know just what I need, don't you?", "isn't this why you keep me here,in this lovely golden cage" I wrap my arms around his gently. He chuckles lowly, his breath tickling your skin as he places a trail of kisses along my collarbone. "It is indeed. You're my perfect sanctuary amidst all this chaos, my lovely little bird in a gilded cage." I sigh ,realising tommy didn't and probably will never notice how in his endless pursuit of money and power and control he keeps everyone around his trapped and dragged down to hell along with him, I softly kiss his soft head of brown hair.

He melts into my touch, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he holds me close. For a moment, he just stands there, lost in my embrace, his problems momentarily forgotten. Then, he pulls back and looks at me with a fierce intensity. "I need you, love.""I'm yours" I slowly pull my robe down ,staying only in my nightgown.Thomas' eyes rake over my barely concealed form, a primal hunger igniting in his gaze. He quickly shrugs off his coat and loosens his tie, his movements urgent and impatient. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls you flush against him, his hardness evident through his trousers. I gasp as he pulls me closer, the fire in his eyes intense. he always wanted everything ,power , and control, and this was no different. I was another thing for him to possess tonight.

He lifts me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks them backwards until my back hits the cold wall. His large hands roam possessively over my thighs and hips as he holds me there, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to look away. "Mine,", I gasp and moan as his large hands explore my body, "t..tommy wait wait" i say between moans, he lifts his head in confusion , his lips hovering just above my skin as a flicker of curiosity crosses his face. His grip loosens slightly, but his body remains pressed firmly against mine pinning me to the wall. "What is it, love? Speak quickly, before I lose myself completely in you"

"c...can..I.. " I blush "can I be in charge tonight? you seem tired I want to.." the quick hand on my throat stopped me from even entertaining that idea further.His eyes narrow, the fire in them intensifying at my suggestion. His hand on my throat tightens slightly, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me of the power dynamic between us two. "In charge?" He repeats, his voice low and dangerous. I nod "j..just for tonight because you seem so tired...I want to take care of you for once..please let me take care of you tommy" I say gently my voice laced with worry. He stares at me for a moment, considering my words. He can feel the exhaustion pulling at him, making him want to give in to my request just to conserve his energy. But the thought of relinquishing control, even for a night, sits uneasily with him. "Tommy-"

He silences me with a finger pressed against my lips. His gaze is intense, searching, as if trying to read my thoughts and intentions. Slowly, he nods, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, love. You can have your way tonight."

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I smile excitedly to try something new, but knowing it won't last long,his need for power and control will overtake him eventually ,my heart beats at my chest faster at what the night will bring. Thomas steps back reluctantly, easing his grip on me as he allows me the illusion of control. His eyes gleam with a dangerous amusement, anticipating the moment he'll reclaim dominance. He leans against the wall opposite me , arms crossed, watching my every move with hungry intensity.

I take his hand gently in mine as I lead him to the couch, looking back to see him following ,once we reach the couch, I turn to him "undress for me tommy" I say gently. He pauses, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he suppresses a smirk at taking orders. Slowly, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, marred by scars and tattoos. He tosses the shirt aside and starts on his belt.His pants hit the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, pausing to look at me,waiting for further instruction. He sees the small smile tugging at my lips and it makes him want to snap back into his dominant role but he stops himself, curious to see where this would go. "Everything tommy " I say in gentle command.His eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, but he complies. He slowly lowers his boxers, stepping out of them. He stands before me, completely bare, his powerful body on full display. His jaw is clenched, his patience wearing thin under my gentle command.

"lay down on your back, arms up! don't cheat". He inhales deeply, steeling himself against the urge to grab me and reverse the situation. He lies down on his back, stretching his arms above his head, palms facing up. He looks up at me with a challenging glint in his eyes, daring me to maintain this control. I smile more as he follows my commands,I never been dominat one in my life, this was new to me,I secretly hoped tommy would tell me what to do next. I climb on his lap. As i climb onto his lap, he has to clench his fists above his head to prevent himself from wrapping his arms around me and flipping me underneath him, to take back the rough control. He looks up at me, his chest heaving slightly, waiting for my next command, his body tense with barely contained dominance.

"Remember the rules tommy, no touching " .He nods curtly, his hands remaining still above his head. He watches me intently, his gaze burning with the need to assert his control. He bites his lip to keep from speaking, from giving me an order and reclaiming his dominance. He's never felt so frustrated and turned on in his life.I gently trace my hand ,from his hands to his ribs to his stomach ,to his pelvis, tracing the contours of his muscles. As my hand traces a path down his body, he tenses, his muscles flexing under my touch. He lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing with annoyance and desire. He's never been in a position where he couldn't touch, where he had to simply lie there and take it. I then start planting kisses on his chest, down to his pelvis and then his cock, gentle loving kisses of desire.He inhales sharply as my lips reach his pelvis, his hips bucking upward slightly, but he remembers the rules. He can't touch, he can't grab my hair and pull me closer. He has to lie there and take it like a good boy. I start to kiss his cock gently, looking up at his pained expression, I pout slightly "tommy relax.."His pained expression softens slightly at your pout, and he lets out a shaky breath. He tries to relax, to trust me to know what I'm doing. But it's hard, so fucking hard, when all he wants to do is grab my head and thrust his cock into my mouth."let me take care of you tonight" I softly start to kiss down his cock,lick the base and up to his head ,in circles.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my lips and tongue explore his cock. He watches me through half-lidded eyes, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. He's never felt so vulnerable, so at someone's mercy. It's a strange feeling, but fuck, does it make him hard.a soft moan escapes Tommy's lips as I smile victorioisly and get his cock inside my mouth,I start to suck gently and eagerly.His eyes widen and his head falls back as i take him into my mouth. A low, guttural moan escapes him, and his hands clench into fists above his head. He can't touch, can't guide my head or thrust into my mouth like he wants to, like he usually does.He's never felt so much before. He can feel every ridge and vein of his length being sucked, licked, worshipped. He's never had someone take their time like this, savoring him. He's always been rough, fast, taking what he wanted.

the soft begging moans leaving Tommy's lips tell me everything I needed to know, how much he secretly wanted this, to be taken care of,I lips my mouth from his cock as I look at him, He looks down at me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. He's never felt so exposed, so laid bare. He's always been the one in control, the one taking what he wants. But right now, he's at my mercy, and he fucking loves it. "Tommy you are being such a good boy " I praise him gently. His eyes flash with a mix of pride and embarrassment at the praise. He's not used to being called 'good' let alone 'good boy'. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he realizes he's actually enjoying submitting to me.I lean closer to his ear, stroking his cock gently as I lay across his chest "such a good boy, well done tommy you are doing well, I think you deserve a reward ".

A roguish grin spreads across his face as he looks down at me laying across his chest, my hand stroking his rigid cock. The praise and promise of a'reward' send a thrill through him. He's not accustomed to rewards, certainly not the kind he imagines are coming."now ask me nicely tommy" I say seductively. His jaw clenches slightly, pride warring with desire. But fuck, he wants this. Badly. So he swallows his pride and speaks in a husky, needy tone he barely recognizes as his own. "Please... may I have my reward?". I nod in praise as I gently trace a hand from his cheek, helping him get his hair out of his face from his forhead. "What reward would you like, tommy?" ,He lets out a shaky breath as I trace my fingers through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never felt so vulnerable, so dependent on someone else for his happiness. But fuck, he loves it. "I want... I want you to kiss me,"

I kiss his lips, passionately, Tommy's inner dominating nature battles his desire to he loved and taken care of, our tounges dance together battling for dominance as I moan around his lips and he moans back,He kisses you back fiercely, his dominant nature struggling to break through the walls he's built around his heart. He wants to claim me, mark me as his. But as he kisses me, he feels something he's never felt before - a desire to be claimed himself, to be loved and cherished. I pull away from his lips ,a smirk tagging at my lips, I almost felt as if I was taming a wild horse. "Good boy". A throaty chuckle escapes him, tinged with disbelief and amusement. The feeling of being 'tamed' is utterly foreign, yet disturbingly arousing. His pride smarted at the phrase initially, but something about the way i say it sends electric pulses straight to his core.

I quickly sit up straight on his lap, teasing the head of his cock with my entrance but not sitting on it just yet.His eyes darken with intense desire as he feels with me hovering there. He's usually the one making others wait, drawing things out for his own pleasure. Now, he's on the receiving end of that particular game - and fuck, it's driving him wild. "Are you trying to torture me, love?" ,"just trying to train my favourite horse" i say in his ear seductively .His breath catches at my sultry words, his hands gripping my hips as he tries - and fails - to hold back a moan. The image of being my 'favourite horse' makes something primal stir within him, part proud stallion, part willing mare. "Fuck...". "if you keep moving your hands I'll tie them and bring the crop ,bad horse" I scold and gently tap away his hands from my waist.

A shudder runs through him at my teasing threat, equal parts terrifying and titillating. He remembers the crop i mentioned before, and the thought of being restrained, at my mercy, sends a jolt of dark arousal through him. He forces his hands still, submitting to my command."there there good tommy" I shush him like how one would a wild horse.He bites back a snarl at the condescending tone, his pride bristling. But then i pat his head, and to his shock, he finds himself leaning into my touch like a tamed beast. The contrast of dominance and affection is intoxicating, breaking down his defenses. I gently now stand off the sofa as I go to the drawer and pull out the silk ropes and riding crop, of course those were things tommy used on me before plenty of times so they were pink ..for me. but now I gently bring the silk ropes to his hands,He looks at the pink silk ropes in your hands, his eyebrows raising in surprise. These ropes were once meant for my restraint, but now the roles are reversed. A smirk tugs at his lips as he realizes the irony, intrigued by the sight of these instruments of dominance now being used to bind him. I gently bind his wrists to the sofa ,above his head ,not strong enough to hurt him. This was his night after all, everything for tommy, I kiss his hands gently as I restrain them tightly in a nice loop and bow,sealing it with another loving kiss.

He watches me bind his wrists, his smirk growing wider as he realizes I'm being extra gentle, almost nurturing. He feels cherished, not restrained. His hands are kissed like they're precious, not prisoners. He's never felt so...safe.

I then bring the crop ,gently trace it down his body,along his outstretched muscles, his ribs, down and up again.He shivers at the gentle touch of the crop, a instrument he's used to wield with dominance, now being used to caress him. The contrast is intoxicating, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest,he arches his back in need.I gently tap it near his lower area. He arches his back, pushing himself into the gentle taps of the crop, craving more. He's used to giving orders, not taking them, and this reversal is driving him mad with desire. He looks down his body, watching me with hungry eyes, waiting for the next tap."now I will punish you a little bit for moving your hands to my waist without permission," I explain gently.He swallows hard, a thrill running through him at the thought of being punished ,by me the girl that begged him to cum only days before of all people. He's always been the one doling out punishment, not receiving it. He spreads his legs wider, inviting the punishment he knows is coming.seeing tommy like this, spread out, vulnerable, ready, relaxed, it made me almost proud of him. he was behaving for once, no shouting, no fighting for dominance, I was taming the wild horse with each gentle touch, I gently tap the crop on his leg and then his chest and then his arms and then his cock.

He shivers with each gentle tap, his body tingling with a mix of arousal and submission. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but also so safe and cherished. Each tap is a mark of my ownership, my claim over him. He's a willing captive, my obedient pet. I bite my lip as he closes his eyes in submission "no tommy look at me". He obeys immediately, opening his eyes to meet my gaze. There's a glimmer of submission in those usually fierce eyes, along with a deep, unspoken trust. He holds my gaze steadily, his breath catching as he awaits the next move, fully at my mercy yet somehow comforted by it.

I now climb back to his lap, grinding against his cock "do you deserve this tommy?" I keep grinding my folds on his hard cock .He inhales sharply as i grind against him, his cock hardening rapidly under the friction. The question hangs in the air, loaded with implication. He searches my eyes, realizing that in this moment, with me, he wants nothing more than to be deserving. To prove himself worthy of my touch. "Do you tommy?", His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, filled with a raw, unguarded longing. "I want to. More than anything. I want to be the man you think I am, the man you see when you look at me like that.", his voice almost sounds like he is about to cry, a lump forms in his throat. "Come on tommy ..beg me.. ask me ", He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never begged for anything in his life, but the desire to be with me, to be claimed by me, is overwhelming. He drops his gaze, his voice barely audible as he speaks. "Please...please let me have you."

"what do you want to have tommy?" I ask in a seductive tone,the crop on his chest. He looks up at me through his lashes, his eyes flicking down to the crop on his chest. He swallows hard, his voice growing hoarser. "I want you...on top of me. I want you to sit on me, to control me, to make me behave...","good tommy,good horse" I slowly lower myself on him "remember if you move up your hips ill have to discipline you again",He whimpers as i sit on him, the sensation overwhelming as he tries to stay still, to be a good horse. He can feel me settling on top of him, the weight and warmth almost too much to bear. He's never felt so helpless, so dominated, yet so content.I slowly start to ride him, my very own stallion as desperate moans escape his lips "do you want me to go faster tommy".His breath hitches as i start to ride him, the pleasure building with each movement. He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to move his hips up to meet me. "Yes...please...I want it faster...I want you to ride me hard...". I smirk ,the irony wasn't lost on us ,words I begged him for before as well when he grabbed my hair from behind and bend me over a desk.He can feel himself losing control, his hips twitching up to meet mine against his better judgment. He's a horse, he tells himself, he must remain still.I feel his hips beg to push ,to take over control, I tilt my head "tommy relax, this is your night, you don't have to be in control all the time, you are safe here with me" I shush him again like a horse again. At my soothing words, he relaxes slightly, trusting me to guide him through this. He lets out a soft whine, his head dropping as he submits fully to your control. He feels his hips pushing up against me instinctively, but he forces himself to stay still, to trust you completely.I start to ride him faster, up and down up and down ,eventually my own desire overtakes me as I go harder, needy moans escape my own lips.He loses all control as i ride him harder, his hips bucking up to meet mine without any prompting. He cries out in pleasure, his voice echoing through the room as he's overwhelmed by the sensation of being thoroughly ridden. He's never felt so owned, so claimed. "Ah fuck...","good boys don't swear" I smirk as I keep riding harder, with a shaky moan.

He bites his lip to stifle any more curses, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's so close to the edge, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. He looks up at me with pleading eyes, begging for permission to come."what is it tommy ,what do you want tell me ,your use words ",He manages to choke out the words, his voice strained and desperate. "May I...may I come? Please, I can't hold it back any longer..." He gazes up at me, his eyes wide and imploring, completely at my mercy.

I let out a shaky breath ,feeling his cock twitch inside me sending me over my own edge, I look at his wrists ,knowing if I untie them, it would be over,the game will change, but God the desire is stronger, I quickly reach the silk ropes and untie him.As soon as his wrists are free, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder. He's trembling with the effort of not taking over, of not flipping me beneath him and claiming me completely.I gasp as he sits up and nuzzles againts my neck, his cock buried inside me as I moan in his ear,we wrap around each other as I put my hands around his shoulders.His hands move to my waist, holding me tight as he thrusts up into me, his control completely shattered now that he's free. He nips at my neck, growling softly in my ear as he claims me properly. "You should've just let me stay tied up,"."don't pretend you didn't like it,"I say back in his ear.

His breath ghosts along my neck as he continues to thrust rhythmically "I shouldn't have enjoyed being dominated like that... but fuck, you made me..." His teeth nip slightly harder at my collarbone "You've made me something I never thought I'd be...","free?"

He pauses for a moment, his heart pounding as he searches for the right words. "Free to submit... free to love... free to be yours, entirely." He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he speaks.I wrap my hands around him as he thrusts, the feeling of his hands on my body, God I didn't realise how much I missed it until he started touching every inch.He lifts his head, his eyes smoldering with an intense, passionate gaze. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels my hands gripping his. "Missed my touch, have you?" His voice is a low a teasing rumble.

I bite my lip as orgasm overtakes me with a moan, forgetting my earlier dominating nature as I moan needily "t...tommy",I come undone around his cock and leave red marks on his back. Hearing his name slip so needily from my lips sends him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself completely inside me,his own climax overtaking him. He groans loudly, the sound mixing with my moan in a harmonious symphony of pleasure.

after we both collaps to the sofa ,I breath heavily satisfied as I look to my side at him "do you feel better now tommy?". He opens one eye lazily to look at me, a rare genuine smile playing on his lips "Better? That's an understatement... you've just... unraveled me completely." He reaches out to gently stroke my hair "When did you become so masterful?"

I giggle and kiss his lips "I learned from the best ",His eyes soften with adoration as he kisses me back, gently but firmly, pulling me closer. "The woman who tamed Tommy Shelby... who'd have thought?" His fingertips trace lazy patterns on my back "And here I thought I was the dangerous one." He chuckles softly.

[mar3ggiata]

the night of the tarantula - 2

simon riley x oc

tw: violence, death, pregnancy, mafia, miscarriage, terrorism

'Swinging by my neck from the family tree.'

'What have you done to her?'

Laswell's presence felt like a warm hug. She stormed in the interrogation room to find her precious trainee Eva tied to a chair, on the verge of tears, back hunched foreword in sorrow. 'Why the hell is she tied to the chair, for Christ's sake!' She repressed a smile, things were starting to turn for her. Laswell was protecting, more than anything she was understanding and smart. She knew why she did what she did, she had listened when she told her how things worked in Italy, she had done her research. She was smart, unlike the men in the room. And Grace. Grace was the stupidest of all.

'Untie her, now.' She demanded. Like some kind of sick joke, it was Ghost she gestured to, to go take off her handcuffs. She kept her eyes on Laswell, but saw him in her peripheral, moving towards her. She moved in the chair to show her hands. His heart ached a little, seeing her wrists red, the metal cuffs digging into her skin. You did this to yourself, Eva. It was weird, thinking about her with a different name. A different sound. He tried to avoid touching her while removing the cuffs, not to make her think he was on her side. Never again. Laswell circled the table to come close to her. She was rubbing her right wrist. He heard her whisper something to calm Eva down, along the lines of 'it's gonna be fine', or 'you're not in trouble'. He watched Eva's expression, it didn't change. She was serious and unbreakable, she wasn't scared, she wasn't worried at all. He tried to read her lips. 'I am not in contact…' she whispered, Price stepped in.

'Hey, OI!' His fist connected to the table, making the two women turn their heads. 'What do you think you're doing? You're under federal investigation Eva, do you understand that?!' He raised his voice. Eva's lips turned in a weird, sick grin, a smile? She sat silent in her chair, while Laswell was scolding the captain for being rude and unconsiderate.

Simon wanted to yell at her. He wanted to grab her chin, make her look at him and ask her why. Why? Why me, why did you do that to me? Who are you, what are you doing in this country? All you said, was it a lie? All you told me about your past, a lie? Why did you tell me, then? Why me?

The girl looked down at her hands while Laswell, his captain and the General spoke. Once he started looking at her he really could not stop. His eyes were glued to her face, her hands, her posture, he could not do any different. She looked tired, she looked pale, the dark makeup around her eyes lightly smeared on the skin below her lower lashes. She was sweating. And she didn’t look his way, why?!? Don’t you care?! Not even to look my way?

‘Okay, Eva…’ Laswell turned around, ‘… It’s not gonna be easy…’ She continued, he still didn’t take his eyes off her. ‘The past few weeks have been hard for your family in Italy, Tania, your mom…’, she pressed her palms to the table, ‘…your sister Maria and the rest of the clan, they’re suspecting an attack from the Caseranos, from Carmine.’ She explained, keeping her tone of voice low, calm and collected. This was nothing new to Eva. With the Caseranos’ leader in prison Carmine was going to step up, and what did Carmi want more than anything? Revenge. And money and control and what did he need to achieve that? That her family stopped interfering with his business, her family’s death possibly. Her, most of all he wanted her dead. For good reason.

Kate took another deep breath. Eva was sitting so tense and still on the chair Simon could swear she was made of stone. She looked like a painting. 'We have proof Italian special forces are preparing an intervention towards your family, towards their business with prostitution and migrant smuggling to be exact, which I'm sure you are familiar with.'

The words washed over Simon like icy water. Prostitution and migrant smuggling business Eva was familiar with... Who the actual fuck was this woman...

'At the same time, violence grows in the other clan, and its effects on the populations in Naples are terrifying. We would like...'

Price interrupted the woman with a cough. She resumed, but with sorrow in her eyes.

'We are offering a bargain. Either you cooperate, you work with us in Italy and you help us by infiltrating you own family, I guess, going undercover and helping with the investigation... It would lead with a trial for your mom and uncle, and sister too, along with all the associates...'

Eva slowly shook her head, a ringing in her ear making it almost impossible to make out what Laswell was saying. You don't get it...

'...And you get to stop the Caseranos too, their control over the northern neighbourhoods has become a dictatorship, people live in fear and -'

'What's the second option?' Eva asked.

Laswell's eyebrows raised, slightly shocked at her sudden request. Simon felt rage burning up in his chest, the last residues of hope for the girl long gone. She wouldn't comply.

'There would be an investigation carried out on you, Eva.' She declared, arms crossed over her chest. 'You'd be charged with participation in transnational organised crime.'

‘Dai… resta’, another kiss, wet and hot against my neck. I do my best to wiggle out his grip, giving I’m stronger than him I am soon on my feet. He protests some more, asking me to spend the night, but I’m already pulling my shirt on my body. It really is a chore, spending time with him. I liked him before, but that was what, a year ago? Now… it's work… It takes me another 15 minutes to get fully dressed and get him out of bed. The night is calm, it's warm outside. The sky looks smooth like a soft blanket, like it's shielding me from something evil coming from the outside. Swinging my legs over the window, Genny gives me a kiss goodnight. I hate every second of it. I don't like his hands, I don't like his arms, he just got a tattoo and it looks very bad. I don't like his eyes, I know he'll look at my ass while I walk away. I don't like how he tastes cause he smokes a lot with his older brother. I don't like the sound of his voice when he says that I'm his.

I jumped out the window cause his parents can't know we're together. Nobody really knows except for my mom and uncle. It was their idea. Genny was the cool kid at my school, he's a year older than me, he's 19. I've always liked him really, he's fit and he has a cool bike. Many of us have bikes, but his just looks better. Genny's brother is called Carmine, he's much worse. He's taller, he's quite big. Everyone knows he's in the clan and he's gonna be in charge on day. Their dad is the leader of their clan. They deal with the northern part of Naples, we're not really allowed to go there, like ever. They'll kill us. By 'we' I mean me and my sister Maria.

My sister never really worked for our mom, she's a normal child, she plays tennis. She's good at school. I would loooove to be as good as her, I recently found out I quiet like reading. I read this book called Fairy Oak, about two fairy sisters. I don't really have time to read these days cause I work so much. My uncle does my homework. I can't get bad grades cause my teachers are all scared of my family. I can't fail cause I'm who I am. I know it's kinda unfair, but with all the work I do for mom, I really don't have time to study…

I started working when I was really young, I think I was 10. My uncle told me he saw me playing with bullets on the kitchen floor as a baby and he knew I would be a good fit for the family. I start at 3pm. I have a route I need to follow and people to meet. They gave me money, which I have to count and then I give them drugs. I don't know a lot about cocaine, I know you snort it and it's 50euros per bag. I have pills, I have marijuana, but only on the weekend, business is slow on weekdays. Sometimes adults try to fool me, I have a knife for when that happens. I don't like hurting people, but what can I do? I mean, I go around with this backpack full of fucking drugs and I'm not even 18, I need to make sure they respect me, and not just for who my mom is… Is it wrong i even kinda like it when they’re frightened? I like how it makes me feel, you know, their fear… It's like I'm in charge, I'm the adult, I can hurt them if I want to or if they piss me off.

Anyways…

Carmine, Genny's brother, killed my brother. It happened two years ago. I don't remember much, Maria says it's cause it was traumatic for the whole family. In a shooting, he died. But I know Carmine did it. He did it so my family wouldn't have a leader, cause he was a boy and he was gonna lead after my father's passing. So, you may ask, why are you dating the brother of the kid that killed your brother? Well. I am gathering intel, as mom says. Things didn't go as expected for the Caseranos. When my brother died they thought we didn't have a leader. My mom stepped in, she was one of the first female clan leaders. I was the next in line. When it comes to revenge, people in the mafia don't mess around. Hey, maybe it's an Italian thing, we're passionate about things, family and traditions are important for us. I was in a relationship with Carmine's brother and, by visiting where they operated, what their deals were and with who, I got intel for my mom. I knew when they left their house, when their parents weren't around. How to get in, get out, where they kept money...

I found out their mom was pregnant. I found out when she was at 2 months, I waited till she was 7. A beautiful, healthy baby mafia boy. I knew the times she usually went to church alone, their dad had business to attend. I knew which car she took. They killed my brother so we wouldn't have a leader, so the name of the Dalla Rocca would be forgotten, our legacy erased.

By the time the firefighters arrived at the scene, the bomb had already destroyed the car and set fire to the shop it was parked in front of. People were trying to get Carmine's mom out. The baby's vitals were weak when they measured them in the ambulance. During the ultrasound, they didn't find a heartbeat.

I killed Carmine's brother before he was even born.

Revenge is a dance. Is to be expected, follows you like a shadow. And for us, in the Camorra, rules don't apply, only the ones we create. The law follows our wishes. We shape justice how's more convenient to us.

Once you're in, you'll never be out. You can try and escape, run and hide, pretend it doesnt exist. It does.

And it'll find you.

notes: back from the dead with this heavy thing!!! I am again studying like crazy but the story is planned out (kinda) and it will be published. everything I say about southern italian mafia organisations is researched, I do criminology and I've studied these type of organisations and the social response/legal side of it

enjoy xx

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[nottinmyheart]

"I deserved it."

Theo Nott/Brothers bsf x Reader/Malfoy

Part two of "She just fell"

Fluff? Kissing

Writers note: I'm really loving writing and the moment and would love people's feedback on this current 'series,' I guess. But, I enjoyed writing this so much. Love yall!

Summary: When both you and Theo are struggling to get any sleep, it turns out you both have the same place in mind. Feelings are finally confessed, but what will happen now?

Entering the great hall, which was now overflowing with people bussying to get seated with their food, you couldn't help but feel your heart leap into your throat. Of course you had previously been back to your dorm before making your way over, and you had taken that time to make yourself presentable once more, but the thought of everyone's eyes on you never left your head. Obviously everyone's eyes weren't on you since they were all busy doing other things, but not to your knowledge, one person's tempting eyes had been locked onto your nervous, fidgeting figure as soon as you had entered the hall.

As Pansy and Luna rushed to grab some of the delicious feast that was currently being served, you awkwardly stood in silence, brushing your gaze over the clusters of slytherins, searching for one curly haired brunette imperticular. Having lost your appetite hours ago, there was not much point even being there, but your friends had insisted on you coming as it was, in their words, "Good exposure." Plus, you couldn't go back on your promise.

Having had found a place to seat yourselves, you caught a glimpse of Theodore sitting with his friends.. and your brother. Your eyes instantly met his, causing your heart beat to quicken, and it truly felt like there was something pulling the two of you closer together. You both sat there for a few minutes just admiring eachothers features from across the room. You felt at peace, like there wasn't anyone else in the great hall, but that didn't last very long as Theodore ripped his eyes from yours when Matteo, who was sat beside him looking annoyed, hit I'm across the back.

"THEO!" Matteo yelped, bringing Theoodores stare away from you and his thoughts back to the present. He stared at his friends' with those beautiful dead eyes of his, "Huh?" Was his only response. "Dude, we've been tryna talk to you for the last 5 minutes! What are you even looking a -" He quickly silenced himself as he followed Theos gaze, which was once more set on you and your small group of friends. A massive grin spread across his face, but before he could open his mouth to say something stupid (or something true that could alert Draco), Theo desperately, but discretely, kicked him under the table. That thankfully seemed to send Matteo the message. Quickly changing the subject before the rest of them could catch on, Theo began discussing quidditch practices. "Right, well, if we want to beat them next week, then we just have to be better. It's simpl-" "Are you alright, mate?" Enzo spoke up, seemingly worried. "What? Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Theo was beginning to feel anxious at the thought of him not being as secretive about his feelings for you as he thought he was. "Nothing, it's just you seem.. off. Has something happened?" Before Theo could reply, Blaze interjected, "yeah." He agreed."You're in your own world or something. " Theo had now become somewhat flustered by the accusations that were being thrown his way. "Look, guys, I'm fine, I'm just.. tired. " It was a blatant lie and thry could all tell, but to Theo's relief, nobody seemed to push the subject further.

As night fell and everyone was peacefully asleep in their dorms, you lay there, awake and cold. It was nearing the end of winter, so the temperatures had dropped drastically, and although you had covers on the end of your bed, you just couldn't bring yourself to get up and fetch them. You led there for atleast half an hour longer before you couldn't bare it any longer and came to the conclusion that you weren't going to get any sleep anytime soon so the second best thing would be to visit the astronomy tower.

In hindsight, not changing out of your pyjamas beforehand was probably not the smartest idea, as that decision led to you shivering the whole walk. You debated going back and changing out of your shorts and top but decided against it as you were already nearing the end of the staircase and there was no way in hell you would waste that time just to come back again and be exhausted.

Theodore, who also couldn't sleep at all that night due to how many overwhelming thoughts had been racing through his mind constantly, decided the only thing that was going to get him through this night was to have a smoke break. There was only one place Theodore liked to go when he needed to relax or clear his mind, and that place was the astronomy tower.

Walking towards his destination, Theodore still could not rid his mind of thoughts of you. There was one time in 3rd year where he was convinced you must have been dosing his food with armontesia, but being the smart boy he was, he decided not to confront you and rather look into it in the library. That year he spent months visiting the library at night just to read about the affects of the potion he suspected you were using on him, but after realising there was no way he had been experiencing the same symptoms, he finally accepted that maybe.. just maybe.. he had really fallen deeply in love with Y/N Malfoy.

As you sat with your legs dangling off the edge of the tower, you decided to just allow your thoughts to wander the possibilities of what it would be like if Theodore precipitated the feelings you felt so strongly for him. Deep down, you knew there was no use in doing this as it was only fueling your delusions which was what your friends had told you countless times, but it was still nice to have that slither of hope. You had loved him for over 5 years now, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere over the 'we know of each other' line. But the way he didn't take Dracos side it just.. - Before you could question it further, you heard footsteps in the distance that seemed to be closing in on your location. When you turned your body to see who could be coming, who else would be stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed into his pockets, but the man you had just been endlessy thinking about. Theodore Nott.

You both just stared at each other for a while, getting lost in the eyes and beauty of one another before the silence was broken by his deep, husky voice, "May i join you?" Yes yes a million times yes you thought but if you said anything along the lines of that you knew your chances with him would be out the window along with him who would probably think you are a total weirdo, so instead you replied softly, almost a whisper, "sure".

Theodore couldn't believe it. The exact girl he came up there to stop thinking about was sat innocently in front of him. Of course, he wasn't complaining, nor did he want to be anywhere else in the castle, in the world other than sat next to you. He tried his best to keep his cool and lifted himself off of the wall to your side. Dropping to your height, he observed every moonlit feature across your expression, which he was yet to decipher. He didn't know how to begin a conversation until he noticed you shiver under his gaze.

"You're cold." He murmured, it was more of a statement than a question, and it sent chills down your spine, which led you to shiver once more. Before you could reply with anything, he had already removed his robe and lent over you to drape it over your bare shoulders. You honestly had no idea how to react or respond, but you managed to say a shy "Thank you, Theodore."

"Theo.. I mean, you can call me Theo." He hesitated, "if you want to, of course." You giggled at that, in all your time you had known Theodore, he had never once acted so unsure or shy infront of anyone, let alone a girl. I mean he was literally one of the schools major flirts and EVERYONE or every girl was head over heels for him, except from your little group of friends who had known about your crush on him for years. "Okay, Theo."

"I'm sorry," He said with an extreme look of guilt on his face, and you could see the vulnerability flicker in his gaze. But you were also extremely confused as to why, or what, he was apologising for. "For what, Theo?" The way his name rolled of your tongue felt so natural, and he couldn't get enough it. "Well, you know, for letting Draco speak to you like that. In such a foul manner." He sounded so sincere, and it broke you. "Oh Theo, it's not your fault at all. You did defend me somewhat, and, anyways, it was my fault. I deserved it." You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because the change in Theo's demeanour was instant, but you could've never guessed what he said next. "Your fault? Y/N, amore mio, never say that again." His voice was stern but also soft, and you felt your heart rate increase further, if that was even possible. He continued, "You didn't deserve any of that. You could never do anything to deserve to be called such horrible names." His expression visibly changed to one of pure disgust as he recalled the memory that had been repeating through his head all day. But he wasn't done yet, "you are the most thoughtful and understanding person I have ever met, your beauty is one of pure magnificence and you should never be made to feel as if you are the problem.. because Y/N.. you could never be a problem."

Knowing this was his only chance to be completely honest with you and express his feelings he spoke, extemly quietly, "I like you Y/N" You weren't even sure if you had heard what he had just said correctly but when he repeated it once more "I really, truly like you" you thought you must be in a dream.

Hearing his words and the pure vulnerability in his tone stunned you. Not having any response that could convey how much what he had just said meant to you, all you could do was sit there and stare into his loving eyes, which were now filled with nothing but adoration. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way Y/N, I just couldn't go on without letting you know how I feel." You were still stunned. But as the words he had just spoken to you processed through your mind, which was scrambling for a response, you decided to just move towards him.

And within seconds, your lips had connected with his in a loving, heart-felt kiss. As your hands made their way to his hair, the kiss deepened. He reached for the back of your neck in one frisk movement. He positioned you head upwards further towards him. You couldn't believe what was happening. The boy of your dreams was currently passionately kissing you in your favourite place after confessing his feelings for you.

Little did you know that Theo was feeling just as dazed as you currently were. He thought he must have hit his head or something because this was something straight out of one of his fantasies.

You suddenly felt a large hand on your lower back, and before you knew it, you had been positioned to sit on Theo's lap, and you couldn't get enough of this night. Breaking free from the kiss, you rested your four head on his and stared right into those gorgeous eyes that you had dreamt about so many times. They were even more stunning up close. Theodore chuckled, a deep growl almost as he carresed your jaw with his leathery yet soft fingers, connecting his lips to your neck, "You have no idea what you do to me cara mia" You found that somewhat amusing and giggled in response, "Oh Theo, I've loved you for so long."

As the night led on, you and Theo sat at the top of the astronomy tower, entangled in one another's embrace. You were led against his chest and could hear every quiet breath he took, but their was still something gnawing at you, and Theo could tell by the way you fiddled with the end of his robe. He drew soft patterns on your back and then spoke up, "Amore mio, what's wrong?" You looked up at him and could see the concern in his eyes, but you had to ask the question. "What about Draco?" You could feel Theo tense at the question. He hadn't thought of that, and if he was being completely honest, he didn't know. "We will figure something out. It might just take some time." And with that, you snuggled against him, not ready to let go and face your brother. Neither of you were prepared to even think about that right now.

@augiemyers79

[smutszn]

loml (part 2) - Luigi x y/n

No Luigi, but we need the build-up... I thought this was a one-shot but here we are with a potential love triangle.

You and Luigi are 19 and seniors in college. You two aren't close, but share the same major and extracurricular, being on the Robotics Team. Things are about to change. !slowburn !college !grumpysunshine !luigimangione

loml (part 1) "...You're right, the love of my life might just be a frat bro at this party!! you spit out sarcastically. "Anyway, good seeing you, Mangione" You salute the Robotics prez goodbye as you make your way to join Jamie.

You get to Jamie, and at this point, she'e alone on the dance floor. Looks like her Wednesday Addam's dance scared off the frat boy she was with. Her arms still were swinging violently, and you spotted a few sorority girls snickering against the wall at her.

"Jamie," you yell, "I'm back! I was thinking maybe we should go? I'm getting tired, and you look pretty wasted."

"Y/N nooooooooooo," she slurred. She slung her arms around you. "I'm not drunkkkkkkkk. Can't you dance with meeeee?"

You really wanted to leave, but you would never abandon your friend. Might as well hunker down so she could sober up more.

"Fine," you smile, as you start swaying awkwardly to the music.

You're lost in the music and rolling your hips cheekily at Jamie, but then Thriller comes on. Jamie stops everything and runs to a far corner of the dance floor. She jerks towards you in time to the music, shrugging her shoulders up. You giggle and start doing the Thriller dance towards her, stepping left and right in sync with your arms pawing the sky. In your periphery you see a bunch of sorority and frat dudes staring at you two, but it's all too fun and you don't care.

The song ends and you throw your arms happily around Jamie, giving her a big hug. "Okay, that was so fun," you scream.

"Ughhh Y/N, you smell sooo good," Jamie breathes into your neck. "OMG I really need to pee. Also, can you get me water?"

Oh Jamie.

"Sure, meet in the kitchen after you're done and I'll have some water for you," you tell Jamie. Before you finish speaking, the girl is already zooming upstairs towards the bathroom like a horde of zombies are chasing her.

You make your way to the frat house kitchen. No one else is there. It's relaxing in a weird way being alone and cooling down, while still hearing the bass and muted voices. You get a cup of water for Jamie, then hop onto the kitchen counter to rest your legs and text Jamie to see if she's okay.

"What's a lady doing sitting alone?"

You look up at the voice by the door.

"Jake, hey," your eyes widen. "Do you want to come sit with me?"

Jake is - well, Jake is a specimen of a man. 6'1", dirty blonde hair framing dark eyebrows and dark brown eyes. Smart, a fellow engineering major in your class. Editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. President of the frat your butt is sitting in. Charming womanizer and of course, you've heard the rumors - big down there. Incidentally, your Robotics Team President Luigi's roommate and best friend.

You first got to know Jake because he would sometimes visit Luigi during Robotics Club meetings when the team was building stuff since he wanted to help out. The last time he visited, Luigi told him to fuck off from helping him, so Jake wandered around to your work station and ended up being your assistant while basically flirting with you. You thought nothing of it. This man would flirt with a squirrel. He was fun and insanely charming, a great helper, and you hoped he would come back more.

Although it felt like your relationship with Jake was light-hearted, sometimes it felt... strangely deep in specific moments. The Robotics Club chaos where you two stayed for 4 hours bantering. Him making a passing comment to you last week in the library (you two liked studying in the same Hogwarts-like library in the same room) when he spotted you reading Pride and Prejudice. "Ah, there sits Elizabeth Bennett and her bright eyes in the Upenn library..."

Jake accepted your invite to sit on the counter, and plopped right next to you.

"You didn't answer my question," his dkar eyes pour into yours. You can smell his musky cologne since he's so close. "Why are you here alone? You don't like my party?"

Luigi will be back very soon, but what did we think about Jake? If you can't wait until Part 3 and crave some Luigi, you should play with him on your own and tell me how it goes . Btw you have my permission to take my story ideas or writing to remix on RQ ;)

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 3: ~

A Dream? A Memory? Or Something Else:

Who wants a mystery, lore and character building? Well, here ya go.

TW: Car accident and blood.

With two more left hooks, Innes dropped his arms and leaned forward to catch his breath. Sweat dripping down his face, soaking his hair and sticking his clothes to his body.

'Not bad,' Caz praised. He lowered his arms, where he held a padded chair seat to act as a boxing bag. 'Did you box before?'

'I was in the military,' Innes gasped before forcing himself to stand. 'It's all part of the training. But, I was better than that.'

'Hey, if you sweat, then you're putting effort into it. You never said you served?'

'Well, I would have thought you'd done the math, Caz,' Innes joked. 'I had only just turned eighteen when I went to the nearest office to join. Old man didn't approve.'

'And what did he want you to do?'

'Fuck knows. Your daddy always wanted you to be a boxer?'

'Yep. But, I think he saw the money over my talent.'

'Right, well, three cheers for a shitty parent then, eh?'

'Maybe another time,' Caz chuckled. 'I'm gonna lay down for a bit.'

'Alright. Don't be late for Roy's fish and chips.'

'Never.'

Caz had noticed he couldn't sense one of the infected, but he didn't give it much thought. The farm was big. Muir was stuck to Innes like glue and had been watching from the side. Trots sat on the porch with Simon, Rennick, and Gibbo, who were all having coffee. That's when Caz spotted his children along with Addair's and Jack making snowmen. Out of the corner of his eye, just out of his reach, was Addair with, who Caz assumed to be Jennifer. He couldn't make out the features or body language, just their outlines. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but Caz wasn't going to make it his business.

He wandered up to the house, passed Roy and Suze talking in front room with Irenw, up the stairs and into one of the beds to rest. Even if he could sleep like a log, Caz was feeling constantly tired these past few days. It's like all the built-up stress that kept his legs moving was suddenly gone, leaving him with tired eyes he had to battle. The rest he took in the attic did help to some degree, but it was now happening again. He hoped this wasn't going to be a common occurrence and was just because he had been drinking last night. He checked the clock. 11:44am.

'Just, an hour won't hurt...'

Caz had a strange dream. He was standing in a corner shop, looking over the endless shelves of sweets in their respective glass jars, nearly reaching the ceiling. A humming from the flickering light above accompanied the radio that sat besides the staff only door. It was cold. His breath was visible in the air. Beside him were the newspapers, separated by their publisher. Behind him, the door opened with a bell ring, and a teenager boy with blonde hair and a slim frame stepped inside. His bike leaned against the window. Caz saw a zebra crossing outside. The boy seemed to be in a hurry. Not acknowledging Caz, he dashed to the till.

'Can I get four bags of Jazzles, please?'

This didn't feel like a dream. It felt real to Caz. He couldn't describe it, but it didn't feel disorienting. Every texture on his jacket he touched felt real. The chill in the air caused him to shiver and have his hair stand on end. Nothing felt surreal, and he could think straight rather than being on co-pilot. He had full control of his body and thoughts. The only thing that reminded Caz this was a dream was the boy and shopkeeper. They didn't notice him.

'That'll be twenty pence.'

'Thanks.'

Caz knew the boy wasn't him. This wasn't a memory from his youth. He was never originally blonde, and the boy's strong cockney accent gave that away.

'Seya.' The boy dashed back outside and onto his bike. Caz watched. The shopkeeper didn't acknowledge him. Caz turned away. Then he heard the screeching of tires and a loud thudding sound of metal hitting each other. Caz froze. His face went pale. His eyes widened. The shopkeeper gasped in horror and ran outside. Another chill ran down his spine.

Slowly, Caz turned and saw the boy and the pool of blood that stained his hair. Then it went dark, and the room began to spin. The beeping of a heart monitor echoed off the walls, and a woman screamed a name. Tommy.

Caz rolled out of the bed with a thud. The piercing wails startled him awake. He checked the clock on the wall. 14:19pm. Cait stood over him with a worried look in her eye. Caz frowned. 'You alright?' She didn't answer. Her eyes flicked to the door. Her shoulders were tense, and she bit her lip. 'Cait? Cait, what's wrong? Is it Maidie?' Caz clumsily got to his feet and slipped on his boots. 'Has she tripped?'

'Mr. Addair's gone.'

'What?'

'No one can find him,' Cait explained in a panic voice that was feeding into Caz with the slow rising panic he felt in his chest. 'Mr. Muir has checked the fields, and Mr. Gibbo went into the highlands, but no one...'

Caz slammed the front door open, jumped the porch stairs, and marched outside. He was furious. 'How in the actual, living fuck did we all manage to lose him?!'

'I'm not his fuckin' babysitter, Caz,' Innes snapped back.

'That's not the point. We're all in this together, and in the span of a few hours, he's gone?'

'Apparently,' Rennick sighed. 'I've not seen his missus or his children, either.'

'They went back to London,' Trots answered. 'Left about two hours ago.'

'And Addair was still here at the time?'

'Yeah. He waved them off with a few of us. Obviously, he wasn't happy about it and she seemed to be a hurry...' Trots slowly trailed off with a slow realisation that everyone pieced together. He covered his mouth with a hand. They all turned to the long driveway. The snow had been disturbed, but the prints were from this morning, so no one gave it much thought. A good cover if you were going to sneak away.

'Fuck.'

[shortmomma1993]

Evelyn:....*looks at him and sighs* we've had a night

Ariah: *looks at her angry* we!?

Evelyn: i lost my mom!

Ariah: she was my mom too!

Evelyn: by marriage alone!!

Ariah: *looks hurt and climbs out of jaxs arms* you know Evelyn I felt some pretty cruel things tonight. Broken bones, being slammed on the floor so hard I lost vision, being cut like a peice of meat, but...that tops my night *walks to the other side of the room upset and sits down wrapping her tail around herself to comfort herself*

Evelyn: Ariah- Im sorry. I just-

Ariah: I'm tired of you acting like I'm less than because I don't know who my "real" dad is. Your mommy wanted me in her life. I'm her daughter.

*Free’s Ayuda because at lease some people are NICE, (bloody stop bullying her guys this is abuse-)*

“you okay?! Oh-oh my god uhm- where’s W3LL ?!” -Kinger

“I already reset her systems Kinger… the drugs effect should wear off any minute now…” - Coraline (she’s still pregnant so she’s a bit underenergised [[she’s suppose to be resting]] but no one stopped her so she’s here..)

“You okay?” - W3LL

@madly-enthusiastic @voxtechsmells @princesscharliesstuff Ineed your help. Can you to kill hoppys mom!? I need to help hoppy!!

[talesoftheesun]

I refuse to acknowledge anything that happened in this volume. none of this happened. must've just been a heat induced fever dream. nope. no way.

[magentagalaxies]

creation of adam but it's this photo of me handing scott the martini before his buddy cole set in the KITH toronto show

[sga-owns-my-soul]

i need a 6 month vacation from being alive pls

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

HEHEHE SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT<333 LOVED THESE NOTES SO MUCH I JUST KEEP REREADING THEM AND GIGGLING

I have some note of my own to share!! which is why this response took a bit (sorry about the dark screenshots I'm writing this in the dark at 3 am)

first off, yes I indeed reached into your mind to channel the vibes I put into this fic.

no fr though this was such a fun fic to write from my perspective as someone who has moved about 10-ish times in my life and who will surely move again. I dug into my own memories of moving out of the places I lived the longest just for this. that whole first section was inspired by the time I moved from living in my grandparents big house with tons of cousins and family, to suddenly being basically alone with my mom who was barely home. tashiro really dragged out those feelings I had and made them his own lol.

haha. yeah. to add onto this: there was a version of the draft with hanzawa haunting the narrative like this in like half the scenes. little tid-bits and mentions of his activities. but in the end that concept didn't stick bc I wanted the main focus to be on shirashiro

i wrote this while hanging out with a friend and she said they sounded quote "really fucking married" so it's nice to see that wasn't just her saying things lmao

this whole section was a fun one. the scrunchie is a bit I added after a very heated debate with myself over whether I wanted longer haired tashiro or if I wanted to have a scene of them cutting his hair. as you could probably tell I chose the longer hair

the gag gifts are in tashiro's room. while they didn't decorate much of the main sections of the apartment, their rooms are basically full of all the stuff from their old houses. he keeps the pots on his window sill and later down the line adopts some lovely little fake plants from a guy on the side of the road that turn out to be real plants. he lets shirahama name them.

the soup is a silly story. if I'm ever inclined to do a follow up to this I'd write it out fully. basically it's from ogasawara to tashiro, but he gave it to shirahama in a really awkward interaction and then sasaki mocked him for it. not pictured in that part is that miyano brought sasaki to help lift the couch, who brought oga because free labor, who brought soup because hid family said to bring a housewarming gift and he thought 'soup is warm'. some other shenanigans occur including hanzawa that we wont get into. its a fun time.

and on another personal note, the soup is inspired by my first meal in my current apartment. ive posted about it before, but my current move was an absolute disaster of legal bullshit and ridiculous time crunches that almost left me homeless. and during that time, there wasn't really a chance to think about food. it was a mad dash to move apartments in 12 hours that by some miracle worked out. so when I finally had the chance to breathe, I realized I A: had no food and B: was too tired to go get some. thankfully, my aunt stopped by during the chaos and left some surprise soup for me, and i warmed it up and ate it out of a pot with a ladle bc I couldn't find bowls or spoons. it was vegan soup and it tasted like freedom

thank you for drawing my vision and adding to it. this is so wonderful... fun fact: the headband is tashiro's. there's a deleted scene of him taking it and giving that explanation and some other things happened but it didn't feel right so it didn't make the cut. that face mask is so fun tho I love it

[rubbing my hands together] muahahaha yessss!!! the implications!!!!!

my exact feelings writing that scene

hilarious that you spotted that, it was in fact a sunnnfish reference! it actually said sunfish before but it felt too on the nose lol

this bit haunted me for a while because I couldn't figure out an animal that fully captured my vision of him. then I visited a museum and saw a hare and went "oh shit. shirahama."

Yeagh.....

i know what I wrote and it was on purpose but also in my heart they are always seated at a circular table that wobbles every time one of them leans on it and they take turns standing dramatically from it and watching it teeter

yeahhh he's grown so much!!! he's older and not much wiser and he still!! plays!!! ping pong!!!!!

another deleted scene included them playing a game that they got married in for tax (loot) benefits but I sadly let it go because it was focused around a plot line I abandoned for atmosphere purposes

here lies sunny, died from a lethal dosage of shirashiro jajsjsj

no but seriously this part was especially fun to write. I want to note in that second to last paragraph that the way he did that was on purpose very odd. he could've used just his hand to clean it off, or a paper towel, or just told shirahama and had him wash it off himself. but he didn't. it was also a very sudden full body turn. why did he do all that <-knows why

and the ponytail tashiro drawing!!!! cups him in my palms

if there were ever a b-side to this from shirahama's pov, it would mostly just be composed of a million "oh. oh." moments on loop

this whole project was a lot of fun for me mostly just from an editing standpoint. i had so much time to change and adjust scenes to make them work how i wanted. and all that left me with tons of deleted scenes and ideas i can reuse later which is awesome. thank you so much for the awesome prompt and lovely notes<333

@sunnfish okay Take Two!!! hello sunny sunnfish you wonderful sea creature! I was your secret santa for the @ssmygiftexchange! so sorry for the delay on this, my scheduled post was taken by the tumblr void and I wasn't home with my laptop to remake this post haha.

Your prompt was shirashiro college roommates au and prev pres, hanzawa, and tashiro hang out!! hope i was able to do this justice, this is officially the longest oneshot ive posted :)

Now with an Ao3 version, i would recommend reading there because Tumblr messed up some of my formatting and I can't fix it right now ^_^

Summary:

Tashiro and Shirahama are college roommates. It's a relatively peaceful life.

A non-linear story written for the sasamiya & hirakagi winter gift exchange!

As it turns out, moving in with a guy that you’ve known for almost half your life is pretty unremarkable.

Maybe it has something to do with being too familiar with each other. There have been too many sleepovers for the sound of snores to phase him, too many gym classes for the sight of skin to fluster him, too much time for anything to feel awkward between them. And yet…

And yet.

Packing your whole life into boxes is pretty hard, as it turns out. Looking around his room now it seems hard to imagine how it’ll feel to see the whole place emptied out. Cleared of every reminder of himself.

Tashiro tries not to think about it so hard as he turns back towards the closet. He’s never felt the need to go through everything he had stuffed in there until now, remnants of the past mixing with comforts of the present.

He reaches out to grab one of the hangers, pulling it free. His ping-pong jacket, he thinks despairingly, is slowly becoming small on him. His name spelled across the back in white lettering brings him back to when he first noticed. The growth spurts he’s been having refuse to slow even for a moment, and though he likes that some days, it mainly makes him face annoying things like this.

If he leaves the jacket, it will probably be packed up and put away somewhere to be forgotten. He can picture it now, sitting in a box stuffed away as it slowly fades from his memory. It makes him feel sort of heavy. But, if he takes it with him, he’s not sure it would be much better in the long run. Just holding it in his hands reminds him of how much time has passed. Of how fast it will keep passing.

He stands there, gears turning haphazardly in his mind, as he tries to breathe it all in.

Then, a knock.

His eyes dart to his doorway in surprise– knowing none of his family was home right now– only to remember that he’d invited the others to help him out.

Shirahama stands in front of him, knuckles resting against the already ajar door. His slightly bored face and tellingly awkward posture show that he hadn’t expected to be the first to arrive.

“Is your doorbell broken?” He asks as his socked feet pad their way into the room. “I tried using it, for once, but from that look I guess you didn’t hear.”

Tashiro finds himself a little amused by this, as he knows for a fact Shirahama has his own key. Perks of coming over to play games most weekends out of the year. He remembers them making jokes about going into each other's fridges while no one was home when they traded keys.

“Nah, guess I was just distracted,” He says with a casual shrug, placing the jacket back in the closet.

Shirahama gives him a questioning look. “I thought you were moving out, not back in.” His friend jokes as he passes Tashiro, grabbing a couple of shirts from the closet alongside the jacket.

He feels his eyebrow twitch in a way that reminds him a little of Hanzawa; and what a scary thought that is.

“I’m feeling indecisive.” He says, his mouth twisting to match how the word makes him feel. All twisted up and confused.

Shirahama turns to the side to face him, having stacked more clothes into his arms that look to be on the verge of falling to the floor. “About what? If you should take your whole house with you?”

That jacket. If I should re-dye my hair. Growing up. You. The future.

“What if we paint all the walls yellow?” He says instead of the hundreds of things his racing mind pushes forward.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Shirahama responds resolutely, his eyes showing no room for argument. Not that Tashiro will let that stop him.

“Or maybe green? Something bright.” He continues on, stepping away from his thoughts to grab the jacket out of the teetering pile and place it to the side. “Actually, scratch that, blue would be great too.”

Shirahama gives him a withering look that has no effect on his enthusiasm. Now that he’s thinking about it, the fact that he isn’t going to make these kinds of decisions on his own anymore is pretty fun. He’ll have a roommate, a friend to work through his troubles with. The thought makes him feel lighter.

“Hey, d’you still want this?” Shirahama asks some time later, long after Kuresawa and Miyano have come and gone. Tashiro looks up from the stack of boxes he’d just finished labeling.

“Oh, yeah I almost forgot!” He says as he takes his jacket, tying it around his waist for safekeeping. He really hopes he didn’t overestimate how much closet space he has.

It’s only a few hours after the final box has been unloaded and the moving van is hauled off when Tashiro makes a chilling discovery.

“Dude, we have no food.” He says, eyes staring at the bleak emptiness of their new fridge.

“Yup,” Shirahama responds as he walks up beside him, handing Tashiro a scrunchie in a sort of placating manner.

Tashiro’s shoulders droop with the weight of his exhaustion. Moving was one of the most tiring things he’s ever done, and coming from him that’s saying something.

Turning away from the depressing artificial fridge lighting, Tashiro turns toward the kitchen counter behind him and grabs his keys. As wrecked as he might feel, the growls of his stomach refuse to be ignored. “I’ll go buy something quick,” He says.

“Ah- wait, I have an idea,” Shirahama says suddenly. Back straightening, he moves away from the fridge of doom over to a bag of housewarming gifts the others had left. It was mostly a small array of gag gifts, little plant pots shaped like ping pong balls and a lampshade shaped like a pudding cup, but in a small container alongside the rest was something else. A saving grace for the hungry:

A tub of butter.

Tashiro looks at it in confusion, asking if his friend was really that hungry.

Shirahama smirks, “With food, no container is ever as it seems.”

He opens the tub’s lid, revealing its contents. Inside is not butter, but a large frozen serving of chicken soup. Tashiro feels his jaw drop as he gasps in disbelief.

Quickly shaking himself of his shock, Tashiro grins brightly. He takes the soup and stuffs it into the microwave, but Shirahama stops him from starting the timer.

“Y’know it would taste better if you put it in a pot instead.” Shirahama says, his hand gently clasped around Tashiro’s wrist in a way that he chooses not to internalize. His fingers are a little cold.

“But it’s already cooked.”

“So? You can still warm it up in the pot. Plus it’ll make it taste closer to how it’s supposed to.” Shirahama retorts, opening the microwave and placing the tub on the counter as he goes to try and find a pot in the sea of boxes.

Tashiro stays behind as he thinks. He hadn’t ever had a reason to go so far out of his way to warm up food before. He feels himself smile a bit, the first change he’ll have to get used to in this new life.

As it turns out, keeping a relatively small apartment clean is a little difficult when you’re living on your own as two messy 18 year olds.

They tried the whole chore chart thing at first, Shirahama said he used to have one at his parent’s house and it worked fine. But, well, it’s a little different when it’s just them.

The dishes are stood in a precarious stack, plates and glasses towering in ways gravity should never allow. Tashiro faces his task with a body radiating reluctance.

He’s been busy the entire week. Classes and work keep him out of the house, and even when he is home he prefers to spend time relaxing or hanging out with Shirahama. He had forgotten about his chore, and now it’s become a problem.

Carefully reaching towards the tower, he grabs the cups first and goes for the sponge right as Shirahama walks out from his room.

He has his hair held back by a headband, because my bangs are a nightmare right now, he’d explained the other day.

He walks towards the kitchen and looks at Tashiro, who has begun to work through the dishes.

“…Need any help?” He asks as he reaches toward the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the chips he’d come for.

“Oh, no I’m good,” Tashiro responds, though the overwhelmed look in his eyes doesn’t match his words.

Hm. Shirahama puts his chips down on the counter, turning towards the sink and stepping up beside his friend. “I’ll dry and you wash, okay?” He says with a smile.

Tashiro blinks at him for a moment, lips parted in an ‘o’, before he nods and sends back a smile of his own.

They make it through everything eventually, though not without some effort and accidental water sprays. They decide afterwards to just do the dishes together, just to save them time.

There's this strange sensation that comes for him one day. The apartment is dark, the steady hum of the aircon welcoming him home, and immediately something feels amiss.

Tashiro kicks off his shoes, only to turn back around and place them carefully on the shoe rack. He always forgets that it’s something he should worry about now. Keeping his home in order was never really a big deal before, it was usually only him spending time there anyways.

Passing through the short hallway, his eyes catch on a small black and red container. He looks around suspiciously, but finds no sign of Shirahama. Crossing the creaky floorboards, he inspects the tupperware and finds a green sticky note pressed onto the lid.

Went to a mixer.

Put this in a pot and try eating real food for once

Tashiro blinks away his shock. His eyes trace over the words on the note. Again, then again.

Thump

Thump

Thump

His hands warm the plastic as he goes to hold it, and a smile breaks out across his face. He’ll have to say thanks later.

Placing his food back onto the counter, he turns to go change. He feels anticipation swirl around inside of him, and even without tasting the soup, Tashiro feels warm.

Tashiro finds out in the second month of living with his best friend that they’re maybe not the best at making their place livable.

“How have you guys been living like this?” Miyano asks, part judging and part concerned. They’re standing in the living room, which consists of a couch, a tv, and a shelf balanced on two boxes that they use as a coffee table. The tv sits on the floor with a console, video game cases stacked beside it.

It’s not like they haven’t talked about decorating. They joked about it before moving, and made plans about what they wanted to do. The plans just… didn’t end up happening.

At some point between the exhausting move-in and the rush of classes starting up, decorating didn’t feel like that urgent of a thing.

But now classes have been in session for a while, and they still haven’t bothered with it.

The click of Kuresawa’s camera bounces off the empty walls. “A total bachelor pad,” he says, sounding just to the left of impressed. “My girlfriend was wondering what it looks like when two college guys live together.”

Tashiro groans at that, knowing that another classing girlfriend ramble is on its way.

“We live just fine,” Shirahama says, and as if on cue the boxes fold into themselves, sending the shelf clattering to the floor. Right.

They decide to go furniture shopping, just to make sure that they don’t have to deal with any more Looks from Miyano or paparazzi from Kuresawa.

Tashiro suppresses a laugh, pointing towards a table with odd looking fish for legs, “We need that.” Shirahama laughs along with him, but shakes his head.

“We have a budget, we’re only getting what we absolutely need.” He reminds Tashiro. His eyes turn towards a yellow and white coffee table that is practically calling for him. He turns away.

Tashiro salutes him, and doesn’t retaliate when Shirahama gives him a playful shove in response. He turns around and walks towards a different part of the store, twisting strands of his hair between his fingers as he goes. He really needs to touch up his roots.

Spotting something on a shelf, he picks it up. It’s a decorative statue, a silver painted hare taking a nap. He smirks and turns around, walking back to Shirahama. “Hey, look, I found you…” he starts to say before trailing off, eyes focusing on Shirahama’s side profile.

His eyes look focused in the way they always do when he’s overthinking something simple. His brows are pinched and his thumb is pressed flat on the side of his lip. Tashiro breathes in the expression, and decides he can show him later.

Laughter reverberates through the restaurant, one table in particular shining with rays of excitement and teasing.

“No, but seriously, how many more piercings can you get?” Tashiro questions dramatically, standing from his seat to stretch across the table and investigate. Hanzawa only laughs behind his hands and turns his head, showing off another new hole in his ear.

“If you ask that every time you’ll keep giving yourself a headache,” says the eldest one at the table, the previous ping pong president in all his red haired glory smirks mischievously and pats Tashiro’s back.

Crossing his arms and dropping back into his seat, Tashiro tries to keep up an air of frustration. It lasts about a second before he breaks out into a smile of his own.

These little meet-ups are a lot of fun for him. It’s not every day that all three of them are in one place. Especially not with their current schedules. It’s a nice break from the busy life he’s been settling into.

He feels his heart warm as he sits with his friends, ready to bring up his latest win in his college ping pong club, when his phone vibrates. Flipping it over, he sees that Shirahama texted him.

Divorce Soon: hey r you home

I left my jacket and this place is freezing

He pauses to consider. He’s not very far from the apartment, he could run there, grab it, and drop it off pretty quickly. But… he glances up from his phone to the two in front of him. He doesn’t want to leave yet. But… looking back at his phone he sees the spam of crying emoji’s Shirahama has begun sending. 

“Hey guys, sorry but my roommate needs me to get him something,” he says with an awkward expression. The conversation pauses as the two process what he said. “Oh sure, you need a ride?” His absolutely genius red haired friend offers, pulling his keys out as he says it.

“Yes!” Tashiro replies as his expression lights up. He tells Shirahama he’s on the way, and they head out towards the parking lot.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Tashiro fiddles with the edge of his shirt. He tries not to move too much, looking back and forth from his hands to Shirahama. His friend has that same look in his eyes that he did back in middle school art class. Focused, determined, trying and failing to keep paint off of his face. Only this time the paint is a bright yellow dye.

They’ve been like this for a while. He hums along to the music playing from his phone. His butt feels a little numb and he has counted and recounted the tiny floor tiles at least a million times, all 173- no, 175 of them. He tries to focus his attention on anything but the gloved hands in his hair.

He carefully reaches over for his phone, switching the playlist to a random one he saw in his recommendations.

It’s not as if he couldn’t survive in silence for a little while. He usually doesn’t have anyone else to do this for him, so silence is kind of a given.

But as he taps the beat into his leg and opens his mouth, no words come out. He lets the silence linger even as Shirahama begins humming the words to a song he remembers coming out in their first year. He thinks about laying on the floor of his bedroom, phone conversations bouncing off his poster-lined walls and music blasting.

He remembers the telltale clicks and clacks from the other end of the call, the curses against ridiculous route mechanics spilling into his ears.

Tashiro feels like this is sort of like those moments, just a little bit more. His legs are longer, his hair can go into a ponytail now, and his world feels so much bigger. His eyes turn towards the boy-technically-man in front of him. His eyes look sharper and his face is more angular.

But, in a lot of ways he feels the same as he always has. The same Shirahama who cried during their graduation, and sat next to him on their first day of middle school. The same Shirahama who bullies him for counting on his fingers, but forgets what comes after 3 when he’s drunk enough. 

The same yet different Shirahama. They match in that way, at least. Both the same, but not fully.

“I… think I’m done?” Shirahama says, breaking their steady silence. Tashiro stands to go look in the mirror. He giggles at the sight of his foil-wrapped hair sticking out at odd angles.

Shirahama laughs along with him, and it really isn’t that funny, but they still stand there giggling like idiots. Tashiro pulls at the corner of his shirt again, turning around and raising it up to Shirahama’s face and wiping away some of the dye.

He drops his shirt and turns back to the mirror, looking at the two of them in the reflection. He watches the way Shirahama’s face stays frozen, and how his whole face flushes like it always has. It’s nice to see some things will never change.

[adamshallperish]

just apologized to someone who absolutely needed to be apologizing to me instead. i need to be lobotomized.