#i mean it's either colder or i just don't understand how this works

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how is it 9° that "feels like" 0°?? like, how??

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You're too good to me - M. Riddle x Gryffindor! reader

A/N: Hii, this is my first Mattheo fan fic, i hope you enjoy it! I don't own any of the characters. English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes i might have made. I'm not that happy with the end but oh well!

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Gryffindor! reader

Themes/warnings: Fluff, slight angst, Harry and Ron being assholes hihi, slightly suggestive, cursing, one fight with the mention of blood

Word count: 14 000-ish (it's a long one)

Edit: I just edited some mistakes I noticed that i made language wise, oh and i gave it a title hihi <3

Please do not copy or translate my work!

Enjoy!

It was the last lesson before dinner, potions with the Slytherins. It was a gloomy day, the autumn weather making yet an appearance on this Monday afternoon in mid-October. The castle was cold, as it usually was this time of year, making you shiver. It didn’t help that you were in the dungeons, they were usually much colder than the rest of the castle. You pulled your Gryffindor robes tighter around you, as to shield yourself from the cold that was seeping out of the stones. You had taken your usual seat next to one of your friends, Hermione.

“Did you see that Harry and Mattheo Riddle got into a fight again?” She asked in a hushed voice. You shook your head no.

“What, why? Are they hurt?” You whispered back with a worried note in your voice.

“They didn’t fight fight, they argued really bad, just now! Before class.” Hermione explained as you shook your head. Although you’ve never really spoken to Mattheo before you didn’t understand their problem with one another. You couldn’t even remember what started it, but ever since first year they’ve been butting heads, getting into fights, taunting each other. Ron was no better, he would back Harry up whenever he would fight Mattheo, whether it was physical, or verbal didn’t matter. You and Hermione tried to stay out of it, neither of you had any opinion on the boy that was Mattheo Riddle, now Draco was a different story. He would take any opportunity to be mean to either of you, using it to get a rise out of Harry and Ron. Mattheo didn’t do that.

“Really? Do you know about what?” You replied to Hermione, she just had time to shake her head no before Snape walked in, effectively silencing everyone.

“Probably the usual.” Hermione whispered silently before turning to Snape to listen. The usual. The usual consisted of taunts such as ‘you suck Potter’ which was usually answered with ‘tell that to your pathetic family’ or ‘oh look an apprentice death eater’ which was most of the time answered with ‘at least I have a future cupboard boy’ if it wasn’t answered with fists. How Mattheo knew about the cupboard you had no idea.

“Today you will be divided into pairs to work on a particularly complicated potion.” Snapes voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He started to list the pairs in a bored sort of voice. Your attention piqued when you heard him call out your name.

“Miss l/n and Mr Riddle.” You looked around the classroom, trying to find him when you noticed that his eyes already were locked on you, an unreadable expression on his face. He sat in the back of the class, next to a boy you knew as Lorenzo Berkshire, you had worked with him before in arithmancy. You gave Mattheo a small, nervous smile before turning back to listen to Snapes instructions. If you were being honest, you were a bit nervous to work with him considering his dislike for your friends but when Snape finished talking, you walked up to him like he was any other student. You stretched your hand out to him and gave him a smile as you took a seat in the chair Lorenzo previously sat in.

“Hi, I’m y/n, looks like were partners for today.” You said as he shook your hand lazily.

“Yeah, whatever, just try to keep up” he said in a bored tone as he started to prepare the ingredients. You let out a rather, in your opinion, unattractive snort at his comment. He gave you a questioning look which made you realise that he didn’t listen to Snape in the beginning of the lesson.

“You know he paired us up based on how well we’ve been doing in class… so we should be at the same level.” You said with an amused expression on you face as you started to get your book and the rest of the ingredients.

“So, I think I’m going to keep up just fine.” You mocked his voice at ‘keep up’ and you don’t know where the confidence came from to tease him but when he let out a small huff and the smallest smile you’ve ever seen someone make you knew you were getting through his icy exterior.

“You think you’re funny huh?” He said, now adorning a smirk on his handsome face. You gave a small laugh at that.

“Oh, I know I’m funny, yeah, people tell me so all the time. Question is, can you keep up with me?” You joked as you started to stir the cauldron the specific number of stirs as he added ingredients. He let out a low chuckle at that before leaning in into your space. His cologne hit your nose from how close he was. He smelled like sandalwood, nicotine and mint. Why did he have to smell so good?

“We’re just getting started, love, let’s find out, yeah?” Did someone just turn up the heat? The coldness you felt moments ago was gone and replaced with the heat that radiated from his body. You felt a blush form on your cheeks from the pet name and his proximity. His smirk widened when he noticed your pink cheeks.

“Looks like I won’t have a problem keeping up after all, love.” He joked as he turned back to adding ingredients to the potion while you stirred. The lesson went by quicker than you thought, talking and joking with Mattheo. Turns out that he was, dare you say, sweet once he was given a chance, in his own Mattheo-esque way of course. He was also unbelievably flirty, it seemed like it was his personal mission to make you blush as much as he could. If he didn’t grip your hand to make you stir in a specific way, he would call you ‘love’ as much as he could. At the end of the lesson, you helped each other to tidy up your supplies, laughing about how Snape looked exactly like an overgrown bat when he swooped through the halls. You felt weirdly comfortable around him, like you’ve known him for ages and not just for an hour.

“Good job today, Mattheo, I had really fun with you and I’m glad we managed to get the potion right.” You said with a smile as you placed your hand on his arm.

“Thanks love, you did really well today, keeping me on my toes and all.” He said with a smirk at the blush that crept up on your cheeks. You were about to reply when Ron’s shouting interrupted you.

“Y/n, are you coming today or? I’m starving!” Mattheo rolled his eyes at Ron, you gave Mattheo an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, I’m coming! See you, Mattheo.” You said, still with that apologetic smile and then you went to Ron who was waiting by the door with Hermione and Harry, what you didn’t see was the glares the boys sent to each other.

“So, how was it to work with the evil spawn?” Ron asked nonchalantly as you were walking towards the great hall. You frowned at the nick name while Harry let out a laugh.

“I’ll let you know Ron, that Mattheo was really nice to work with.” You said emphasizing ‘Mattheo’. You didn’t like to be dragged into the conflicts Harry and Ron had with people. The only time you did meddle in the drama of this school was in second year when you punched Draco Malfoy on the nose for calling Hermione a mudblood. You didn’t take it well when people were mean for no reason.

“And I don’t like it when you call him that.” You said with a frown as your group rounded a corner, walking up a flight of stairs. Ron and Harry huffed at your defence of the Slytherin boy.

“Oh, you can’t be serious, he’s evil incarnated y/n! He is literally you know whose son, it’s in his blood.” Ron rolled his eyes as Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione huffed in annoyance at the argument that was taking place.

“Just because he is related to you know who doesn’t make him a bad person either! Really Ron, judging people based on blood sounds a tad bit familiar, doesn’t it?” You said, a growing frustration in your voice as you crossed your arms in annoyance at the boy.

“Oh, you’re only saying that because you think he is hot, like all the other girls in this place! You be careful y/n, he will use you if you let him get too close.” Harry added.

“Yeah, he’s only nice to you because he wants to get in your pants!” Ron let out, gesturing wildly with his hands, his own frustrations clearly showing.

“Oh really? Yes, because being partners in potions will definitely lead to sex, as a matter of fact, we’ve already fucked! Ron, did you not see us fucking on the table in potions earlier? I’m sure you saw it Harry, you were right behind us! Oh, wait, that didn’t happen because we were doing the assignment, not each other!” You snapped, letting out your frustrations as the doors to the great hall neared. What you didn’t know was that Mattheo and his friends were walking well within hearing distance from your group, intently listening to the fight you were having with your friends.

“He will weasel his way into your bed, he’s not nice, he is manipulative and you’re falling for it!” Ron accused you as you were now making your way towards Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

“Ron! Insinuating that I will sleep with anyone that is nice to me is really hurtful!” You said, feeling hurt by his words.

“Hey, can we please not fight?” Hermione pleaded as she took a seat next to you and Ginny, who looked confused.

“What are you fighting about?” Ginny asked curiously. Fights amongst your group wasn’t that common, small squabbles, sure, but fights as ugly as this one was becoming had only happened about once or twice in all your years of friendship.

“Ron and Harry being pricks.” You said.

“Evil incarnated” Ron said at the exact same time. Hermione sighed. Ginny let out a chuckle. Harry scoffed.

“What did you do?” She asked, making Ron let out a displeased grunt and Harry an annoyed groan.

“He basically said that the only reason I was defending Mattheo, whom I worked with in potions today, was because I think he is hot” You pointed an accusing finger at Harry.

“And he” You pointed at Ron now “accused me of spreading my legs for anyone that’s nice to me. All because I asked Ronald not to call Mattheo evil spawn, because he was nice to me.” You said, frustration evident in your voice. Ginny gasped.

“It’s true, he’s not a good person y/n! He’s a Riddle!” Ron argued, this time Harry chimed in agreement. You felt tears of frustration pool your eyes.

“I swear if that is your only evidence that he isn’t a good person I’m going hex you. You have no right saying that he isn’t a good person when you don’t know him. What, you base your brilliant deduction from the fact that he fights you, just as you fight him? And you definitely have no right telling me that the only reason I’m defending him is because I find him ‘hot’ and will let him in my bed because he is nice to me, what is wrong with you?!” You burst out. Tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, you hated that you cried when you were angry.

“And you!” You turned to Hermione, hurt that she didn’t at least attempt to back you up.

“Thank you so much for having my back…” You said sarcastically before raising from your seat and storming off. You walked to your dorm, making a beeline for the kitchens to get something to snack on, since you had left dinner before actually eating something. When you got to your dorm you threw your bag on the bed in frustration and changed into some pyjamas. You dried your tears as you put on a long-sleeved shirt and some flannel pyjama pants. Grabbing the snacks you went into the common room again; it was fairly empty since it still was dinnertime. Not feeling like hanging around there you went through the portrait hole and started to make your way towards the astronomy tower. Some air might do you some good. When you finally made it there you sat down and watched the stars as you snacked. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you sat there thinking about the fight with your friends when you heard voices coming from the entrance of the tower. When you turned around you saw that the voices belonged to the very boy you were fighting about, and his three friends: Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire and Blaise Zabini. You stared at each other for a moment.

“Princess, what are you doing here?” It was Mattheo who broke the silence.

“Princess?” You, Theodore, Lorenzo and Blaise all questioned at the same time. Mattheo shrugged nonchalantly and sauntered up to where you were sitting on the floor.

“You mind if we join you, darling?” He gestured to the space next to you, you nodded for him to join you, and he sat down next to you, his friends still standing by the entrance in shock of how their friend is behaving.

“You’re trying out different pet names?” you asked with a small smile, he bumped your shoulder with his as he took out a pack of cigarettes, wordlessly offering you one. You declined with a small shake of your head.

“Just trying to figure out which ones makes you get that adorable blush the most.” He said with a cheeky smile as he put the cigarette between his lips.

“Oi, are you dickheads going to stand there all night like fools or are you coming?” He asked over his shoulder to his friends, who all sprang into action. They sat down so that you were sitting in a circle of sorts.

“Princess, dickheads, dickheads, princess.” Mattheo introduced you to his friends, cigarette dangling dangerously from his lips, you let out a snort at that.

“Oh wow, thank you for that extremely informative introduction, Mattheo.” You said sarcastically with an eye roll and then introduced yourself to the two boys you hadn’t met before. He just gave you a cheeky wink and lit his cigarette. The boys started chatting about random stuff as they smoked, you opted to listen rather than speak. You were in a particularly deep thought about the fight with your friends when a hand waved in front of your eyes.

“Huh? Sorry! What did you say?” You asked Theo who had asked you a question.

“I was just asking how it was to work with this idiot in potions today?” He asked again, a small laugh escaped you at his question.

“It was fun, except from that he was so moody in the beginning. ‘Yeah, whatever, just try to keep up’” You mocked him again, making you voice deeper to sound like him, he groaned at your teasing and his friends chuckled.

“Hey, in my defence I thought you were going to be real snarky and mean since you’re friends with Potter and Weasley.” He said with his hands up, half smoked cigarette hanging from his fingers. You frowned at the mention of your friends, the hurt from the fight still raw.

“Yeah, I get that. For the record, I don’t take part in their beefs with people in this school. Well, I did one time, but I don’t like it.” You said shaking your head, Mattheo smiled at you.

“Well, you got me curious now, when did you take part in that sort of drama?” Enzo asked as he looked at you expectantly. You blushed hard at this.

“Oh, I don’t really talk about it.” You mumbled, embarrassed at what you did in second year.

“Oh, please y/n, please tell us.” The boys pleaded with you.

“Okay, fine, ipunchedmalfoyforcallinghermioneabadthing” you said it all in one breath.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“Slower.”

“I punched Malfoy for calling Hermione a bad thing… in second year. I didn’t want to tell you since he’s your friend.” You said, much slower this time. It was quiet for a moment before the guys burst out laughing.

“Omg, that was you?? In second year yeah? Oh my days! He told us it was a guy; you gave him a nosebleed!!” Blaise barked out as he was clutching his stomach.

“Don’t worry darling, we’re not that close with him anyways.” Mattheo assured you between laughter, bumping your shoulder with his again, to which you gave him a grateful smile.

“He said it was a guy who punched him?” You wondered, a small laugh escaping you.

“Yes, he did, he even bragged about him beating the guy up worse.” Enzo added, wheezing as he dried the tears that escaped his eyes.

“What? Nooo he ran away crying.” You said now giggling along with the guys, who got into another laughing fit at that piece of new information.

“Whooo, get yourself a girl who can pack punches,” Theo said, making you blush.

“Well, I defend my friends.” You shrugged, a smile on your lips.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you for that by the way.” Mattheo said after the laughter calmed down, the guys humming in understanding. You, however, were confused.

“What for punching Malfoy?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Mattheo let out a chuckle at your confusion.

“No, for defending me when your friends talked shit, after potions.” He said, a small smile on his handsome face. You felt the blush come back.

“You heard that?” You squeaked, hands coming up to cover your cheeks, the group let out a chuckle. Memories about you saying that you fucked on a table flooded your brain as embarrassment hit.

“Yeah, we were, uh, right behind you sweetheart.” Mattheo said with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. You were hiding your face in your hands now, only peeking through your fingers.

“Omg, kill me now!” You muttered, feeling completely mortified.

“I must say, my favourite part was definitely the ‘fucking on the table’ part, it really got your point across.” He said and the group laughed at that.

“We were doing the assignment, not each other.” He mocked you, adding to your embarrassment. The rest of the boys laughed at this too.

“Oh shut up!” You squeaked again, still feeling very embarrassed by your choice of words.

“No, but seriously, thank you for defending me, I hope you didn’t fight too bad with your friends.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. His friends, who had calmed down form their laughing fit, were watching your interaction with curiosity.

“Yeah, of course. Please don’t worry about my idiot friends.” You said, glancing down at your slipper clad feet as you rubbed your arms, feeling the cool night air seep through your shirt.

“I can’t help but feel a little responsible…” Mattheo trailed of as he took his hoodie of and draped it around your shoulders, you gave him a small smile as a thanks. His friends looked at each other with surprise at Mattheos behaviour. He was known to be quite the flirt, using girls and then going to the next one. Never had they seen him give his sweaters to any girl, or come to second thought, interact with a girl like he was with you.

“You did nothing wrong Mattheo, Ron was out of line, he said some nasty things, Harry too and Hermione didn’t do anything so…” You said as you shrugged on his hoodie properly, the garment wrapping you in a blanket of warmth and his scent.

“What did he say, if you don’t mind me asking? I skipped potions today” Theo asked cautiously, you gave him a sad smile. Secretly grateful for the fact that his friends didn’t gossip about what had happened.

“So, Ron called Mattheo a bad name, I asked him not to call him that, then Harry basically said that the only reason I was defending him was because I thought that he was hot, and Ron insinuated that I would sleep with anyone that was nice to me. That really hurt my feelings and the fact that they doubled down on that when Ginny asked what was going on hurt even more.” It was quiet when you finished, Theo looked shocked to say the least, the rest of the boys looked angry, having heard the argument in real life.

“Potter and Weasley really said that? To their friend?” Theo then asked in disbelief as you nodded in confirmation.

“Well, they’re prats, but we already knew that.” He then said, making you laugh at how bizarre the whole situation is. Here you were hanging out with the group how almost caused as much trouble as the twins, you were hanging out with the very boy you had defended hours before. It’s funny, because you weren’t known to be a troublemaker, you opted to put your energy into studying, achieving great grades instead. You couldn’t be more opposite these boys, yet here you were, enjoying the time you’re spending with them.

“They’re not even prats, they’re like proper twats.” You laughed, making the others laugh with you this time.

“You know y/n, you’re pretty cool, for being a Gryffindor and all.” Blaise said with a teasing smile.

“Oh, thank you, you guys are really sweet, for being Slytherins that is.” You teased right back.

“Sweet? Sweet?? What are we? Six years old?” Mattheo said, incredulously, the others nodded along with his teasing.

“Yes, you guys are the sweetest bad boys I’ve ever met.” You said, pinching his cheek in a teasing manner. They all jokingly groaned at that. Then you fell into an easy conversation with the group, the boys successfully cheered you up by taking your mind of the fight. They made you feel welcome in their little group, despise you being in a different house than them, you understood that even if you didn’t care about houses others did. You were well aware of their reputation in the school. They were troublemakers, didn’t follow rules, fought whoever ticked them off. People were wary of them, not wanting to get on their bad side and the people who weren’t wary of them disliked them. Your friends were a part of that second group of people. The group of Slytherin boys were also knows to be quite the flirts, being successful with a majority of the girls in school. Your train of thought were cut short when you realised the time.

“Oh, guys we need to get to bed, we have classes in the morning!” You exclaimed, rising to your feet in a hurry. The rest of the group rose lazily, some putting out their cigarettes before casually strolling down the stairs. You were however feeling a bit stressed due to the time and the fact that you were out of bed after curfew, but the boys were as cool as ever. When it came to where you were supposed to part ways to get to your respective common rooms you all hesitated for a moment. Just as you were about to say something Mattheo spoke.

“I’ll walk you to your common room, love.” He said in a low voice, making your eyes widen, so did the rest of the groups. Before you could reply, or even say goodnight to the rest Mattheo put his hand on the small of your back and started to guide you towards the portrait hole. His hand was warm and heavy against the small of your back, only the thick fabric of your his sweater acting as a barrier between the two of you. His hand hung low on your back, it was borderline inappropriate, and you felt your cheeks heat up because of it. You were almost disappointed when the fat lady came into view, shaking the feeling away you turned to him when you reached the top of the stairs.

“Thank you for cheering me up tonight, Mattheo.” You murmured and gave him a small smile; he smiled right back at you. You began to take his hoodie off, to give it back to him when he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. His large hands engulfing your smaller ones.

“Keep it princess.” He murmured and you felt your cheeks warm for what must be the 458th time this evening. You don’t know what came over you, was it his warm hands holding yours? Or was it the low, intimate lighting and the fact that it was in the middle of the night? You don’t know. What you did know was that fact that you rose to the very tips of your toes, your cheeks flushing even harder from what you were about to do and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. His hands were still holding yours as you felt them tense a little. You muttered a soft ‘good night’ into his ear before slipping out of his grip and going through the portrait hole. The small butterflies that resided in your stomach erupted into a storm when the portrait swung closed. You made your way towards your dorm, the common room was completely empty, not unusual considering the time. You snuck into your bed, still feeling giddy, and laid there as you thought about the boy who was Mattheo Riddle. What you didn’t know was that he was thinking about you as he walked back to his common room in the middle of the night.

The next morning you awoke to an empty dorm, you assumed Hermione had left for breakfast with Harry and Ron. You got dressed and headed down towards the great hall for breakfast. When you entered you saw the trio already sitting there eating their breakfast, your usual seat beside Harry was empty. You opted to sit with Ginny and the twins, not feeling like talking to your friends. When you sat down you made eye contact with Theo from across the hall. You gave him a smile and a small wave to which he nodded back at you, with a small smile on his face. He was sitting with his friends; Mattheo was missing from the group however. Before you could even begin to wonder where he was Ginny interrupted you.

“Since when do you know Theodore Nott?” She leaned over with a glint in her eye, having noticed the interaction. You gave her a startled laugh.

“Well, I sort of ran into him his friends yesterday after dinner.” You said with a small smile on your lips. Your cheeks turned the slightest pink as thoughts of Mattheo entered your head.

“So that’s what you were doing?” Fred asked, amusement clear in his voice.

“We missed you in the common room last night.” George mused.

“Oh please, you guys just wanted a new test subject for your new products.” You said with an eyeroll before taking a bite out of your toast.

“Of course not y/n! We wanted to hang out with our favourite goody two shoes.” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders with a smirk on his face. You let out a snort at that.

“But seriously, we want to know everything.” George said, curiosity getting the better of him.

“When you met.” Fred continued.

“How you met.” George said.

“What you did.” Ginny added at the end.

“You guys are the biggest gossips I know.” You said in feigned annoyance with a smile before telling them about how you went to the astronomy tower to think. How they showed up to what was apparently their usual spot for smoking. How you had met Mattheo just hours before in potions. You told them how they cheered you up from the fight with your friends who sat just a couple of seats away. The twins had heard about the fight from Ginny and when you gave them a small recap, they assured you that they gave Ron a piece of their mind. They even said that Ron was blacklisted from Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes, making you smile at the fact that they had your back. You told them that you were up until late after curfew due to how much fun you were having. You didn’t however tell them about how Mattheo gave you butterflies or how you kissed his cheek when he had walked you to the common room.

“What?” George said in disbelief.

“You’re telling me that they got you to stay out until after curfew? You? Little goody two shoes y/n? Never broken a school rule before. This is something else! I recon we should thank these guys, George!” Fred said, not believing his ears. You let out a laugh at this.

“You guys act like I’m some nun! Anyways, I got to get to class.” You said as you got your things and rose to your feet. Fred and George let out comically large sighs at this, making Ginny giggle.

“Doesn’t seem like they made her relaxed enough to not be five minutes early to every class.” Fred groaned.

“You can’t win them all.” George added dramatically. You rolled your eyes with a smile and then with a wave goodbye started to make your way towards your first class of the day. You were glad that the twins and Ginny at least didn’t seem to have a problem with your new friends. The classes dragged on and on until lunch, you were too preoccupied with thinking about your new friends, how nice they were to you. When finally, your last lesson before lunch ended, you quickly packed up your things and made your way out of the classroom. When you exited the classroom, you bumped into Enzo who was exiting the classroom right besides yours.

“Oh, hi y/n, heading to the great hall?” He asked with a smile, silently gesturing for you to join him.

“Hi Enzo, yeah just finished ancient runes, what about you?” You asked, falling into step with him.

“Yeah, I just had history of magic.” He answered. The two of you fell into an easy conversation about school and the classes you were talking as you made your way towards the great hall. As you walked and talked with Enzo you noticed that people were looking warily at you, well more at the boy you were walking with. You noticed some glares and some apprehensive looks. Enzo seemed unbothered by the looks, completely consumed by his rant about how divination is a load of crap.

“Hey, Enzo, can I ask you a question?” You had interrupted him before you could stop yourself. He nodded, looking curious to your shift in demeanour.

“How come you guys are so nice to me?” You voiced a thought that had drifted in your head during the morning.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I mean, considering who my friends are, it would be easy to not like me either.” You said, a small frown making its way to your lips. Enzo gave a small smile at that.

“Yeah, but you have always been nice, well of course except to Malfoy but who cares, don’t you remember when we worked together in arithmancy in third year and instead of laughing at me for not understanding, like some would’ve done, you helped me instead?” Enzo explained as you rounded a corner.

“It was the same with Matt, you were kind to him despite his reputation and his family, you even stood up for him when you barley knew him. That is why I, at least, like you.” He said with a smile on his lips. You looked at him shocked, you did remember when you had worked with Enzo, he had a problem with understanding certain things, but that’s not something to laugh about is it? Just as you were about to open your mouth Mattheo and Theo joined you.

“Hey, what are you guys talking about?” Theo asked casually throwing an arm over your shoulders, his other over Enzos. Mattheo walked on the other side of you. You snapped out of your trance at this and directed a chuckle at the boys antics.

“Nothing really, I just met y/n after history of magic.” Enzo shrugged as he gave you a small smile that told you that your conversation would stay with him, you gave him a smile back.

“Oh, so you weren’t talking about how someone couldn’t keep their hands to themselves yesterday then?” Mattheo said in a sing song voice, obviously his question hinted at the kiss you had given him outside of your common room. You gripped his arm and gave him a warning squeeze to not say anything, but he just gave you a teasing smirk.

“Why would we talk about you obviously not keeping your hands to yourself?” Enzo deadpanned; Theo let out a laugh at that.

“Princess, you don’t have to leave.”

“Here darling, take my hoodie.”

“You’re so pretty under the stars, love.” The boys mocked their friend who let out a dramatic gasp. You laughed as you felt your blush rise on your face.

“I did not say that!” Mattheo let out in disbelief.

“You so did!” Enzo countered.

“No, I was obviously talking about y/n not being able to keep her hands of me, she even kissed me!” Mattheo let out in light frustration, waving his arms around. The boys paused right in front of the doors to the great hall. It was quiet for a moment before they let out a laugh so loud it drew the attention of all the people in the great hall as they entered.

“Yeah, right!” Theo said.

“Like that happened.” Enzo continued and Mattheo sputtered in shock that his friends didn’t believe him, when he looked at you, he saw that you giggled at this.

“Oh, you think this is funny? Now be a good girl and tell them the truth.” Mattheo said with a smirk as he grabbed your face to make you look him directly in the eyes, your blush making yet an appearance. Theos arm fell of your shoulders as you stared into Mattheos deep brown eyes. His presence invaded your senses, his smell, his warmth. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was prominent on his face. Your expression spoke for itself, and the boys let out sounds of disbelief when they realised that you did actually kiss him.

“What?”

“No way?”

“With his fugly mug?” You let out a laugh at Theos comment before you broke the eye contact with Mattheo and effectively breaking the trance he had put you in.

“On the cheek, I kissed him goodnight on the cheek, gosh you guys are so dramatic!” You corrected with a smile was on your lips. They spluttered as they tried to disagree with your statement. You laughed as you turned to walk towards the Gryffindor table, not before you gave the boys a cheesy smile and a wave goodbye. When you sat down beside Ginny and opposite the twins the group was awfully quiet. When you looked up from your plate you saw that the three of them looked at you with knowing smirks plastered on their faces.

“What?” you asked, your voice squeaking from the attention.

“Don’t you ‘what’ us! What was that all about?” George asked curiously. You gave a small laugh to try to cover up your embarrassment.

“I was just walking to lunch, with Mattheo, Enzo and Theo.” You said with a shrug as you took a bite of your lunch, feigning innocence.

“Not that! The whole almost kissing Riddle thing!” Fred said teasingly. You hadn’t realised that the whole school had seen when Mattheo had grabbed your face, and you certainly hadn’t realised that it looked like he was about to kiss you.

“We were not about to kiss!” You said incredulously. The three of them exchanged knowing glances before continuing to tease you about Mattheo.

It had been three days since that one incident in the great hall, it was now Friday and you were doing some studying in the library, or well, trying to since you ran into Mattheo on the way there. He insisted on joining your study session, what you didn’t know at the time was that it was to bother you while you studied.

“What about this one?” He asked as he held up a tube of lip gloss from your makeup bag. You had opened it to get some lip balm, and it had piqued the Slytherins interest, make up was probably more interesting than the essay he had to write for defence against the dark arts.

“That is lip gloss Mattheo, it makes your lips shine.” You said as you tried to concentrate on the book of ancient runes in front of you. You heard that he put the product back in your little bag and then you felt his presence closer to you. You turned to him to find him staring right back at you. Those butterflies erupted in your stomach again as they did so often when you were with Mattheo. He was staring at you intently, his soft brown eyes traced the outline of your face, your eyes, your nose, your lips, back to your eyes.

“You know you’re beautiful without it right?” He muttered as his eyes continued to trace your face. You didn’t register what he was saying as you were watching him too, your eyes mapping his face, where his scar crossed his eyebrow. The tiny scar on the bridge of his nose, before you knew it you had reached out, your fingers softly tracing the scar across his eye. Mattheo was still staring at you with those Bambi-eyes of his.

“Where did you get this?” You whispered, your fingers still tracing the scar on his face. His eyes never left yours as his hand moved up to his face to cover yours, giving it a soft squeeze. Your palm was flat against his cheek now, feeling his warm skin, while his large hand was covering yours.

“It’s nothing.” He murmured, closing his eyes. The intimate moment made you feel like you were going to explode. He was so close, so intoxicating, his warmth was like an embrace, his scent of mint, nicotine and sandalwood had become familiar, but no less addicting. When he opened his eyes he looked right at you, his gaze soft and gentle. The moment between you were interrupted by footsteps that was coming your way. He let go of your hand which you let fall to your lap. You both then turned back to your respective work, Mattheo actually doing the work this time. It was Hermione who rounded the corner to your table.

“Do you mind if I sit?” She asked carefully, you gave a wary smile and gestured for her to sit. You cast a sideways glance at Mattheo and saw that he wore a stoic look on his face, his eyes trained on Hermione.

“I’m really sorry that I didn’t defend you y/n, I really am!” Hermione let out when she had sat down, and you felt like some of the weight that had been on your shoulders lifted. You gave a smile before reaching over the table to give your friend a hug.

“Thank you, you have no idea how much that means to me!” You said as you sat back down in your chair.

“Besides, I’ve really missed you.” You said as you smiled at each other.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hermione meet Mattheo, Mattheo, Hermione.” You introduced them and they nodded at each other, a bit awkwardly. Mattheos face did soften a bit at Hermione’s apology. After dinner you and Hermione hung out in your shared dorm, Ginny had joined you after a while. The hot topic that was being discussed was your newfound friendship with the Slytherin boys. Ginny was happily filling Hermione in on the details about a certain boy that you conveniently left out.

“They did sit rather close to each other in the library earlier…” Hermione thought out loud, Ginny let out a squeal at this piece of new information.

“Oh! Hermione I didn’t tell you about how he was about to kiss her in the great hall!” Ginny said excitedly. You spluttered at that.

“He did not try to kiss me, Ginny! You can’t just say that!” You said your voice high pitched with embarrassment.

“What did he do then y/n?” Hermione asked an amused smirk playing on her lips, Ginny was practically bouncing on your bed with excitement as she explained the moment between the two of you.

“It was nothing!” You said shyly.

“It was totally something!!” Ginny exclaimed excitedly.

“It did sound like something y/n! Come on you can at least admit that you think he’s cute.” Hermione said teasingly, you kept quiet for a moment, deliberating whether you should answer or not. You did think that Mattheo was cute, of course you did. He is stunning, curly hair, dark brown eyes, charming smile, those butterflies erupted in your stomach again.

“Okay, fine, yes he is cute.” You let out in defeat and the girls let out squeals of excitement.

“I knew it!” Ginny let out in triumph as you and Hermione laughed at her but before either of you could reply a knock could be heard at the door. Still chuckling from the previous conversation, you hopped of your bed and went to open the door. Outside of your dorm was a shy first year. Taken aback by the little boy you stuck your head out of your door to look around.

“Can I, uh help you?” You asked curiously while looking at the boy who was too shy to meet your eyes. He quickly thrusted a note in your hands before taking of, running away. You held on to the note, utterly confused as you closed your door and turned back to your friends.

“What is it?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know, a note.” You replied as you showed them the note.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Read it!” Ginny urged. You unfolded the note and sat down on your bed again, Ginny and Hermione coming closer to read it over your shoulder.

“Evening darling,

I was hoping you would get your little butt out of your dorm and join us for a smoke in the astronomy tower (I know you don’t smoke but I would love some company since I can feel myself loosing IQ-points from hanging out with the guys for too long). I’m waiting for you outside of the portrait.

- M.R.

P.S. get a sweater, it’s cold out”

Ginny and Hermione squealed in excitement as they shook your shoulders.

“Oh, you have to go y/n!!!” Ginny said excitedly.

“Yes, have fun on your dateeee!” Hermione said in a sing song voice as she threw Mattheos sweater in your face.

“It’s not a date, the others will probably be there too.” You defended as you subconsciously slipped on his sweater and put on your slippers. The girls practically pushed you out of your dorm, giggling like mad men as they closed the door behind you. With a smile and shake of your head you started to head towards the exit of the common room. When you exited the portrait, you paused at the scene in front of you. Harry and Ron had Mattheo cornered, the latter looking more agitated by the second.

“I don’t care, Riddle” Harry spat his name “you’re outside my common room, so I believe it is my business.”

“And I don’t care that it’s your common room, it’s none of your business, Potter” Mattheo spat back. He was a good deal taller than Harry, just a couple of centimetres above Ron. He was staring down on them, with a glare so intense it sent shivers down your spine. This was the Mattheo the rest of the school saw, cold, irritated, bad-tempered Mattheo, not the nice, caring boy you saw.

“If you think you’re here to see y/n you have another thing coming.” Ron gritted out through clenched teeth. Harry nodded in agreement and Mattheo clenched his jaw in annoyance. You noticed the shift in the air as Ron said this. Mattheo looked almost angry now, not wanting the situation to escalate you let your presence be known.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You spoke as you walked around them and placed yourself in front of Mattheo, reaching your hand back to grab his, in what you thought would be a comforting manner. Harry and Ron looked shocked at what you said.

“Wait, y/n you’re taking his side again?” Harry said with a scoff.

“Well, was he doing anything wrong when you got here?” You asked annoyed with their behaviour, it was Ron who scoffed this time. Remembering his thoughts as to why you defended Mattheo the last time you spoke you whirled on him.

“You got something to say, Ron?” You asked, your own irritation bubbling up to the surface. You could feel a grounding squeeze on your hand by Mattheo. You gave him a thankful look.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I do! It’s clear why you’re defending him, he has clearly gotten in your pants! He’s playing with you, he is using you y/n, how can you be so stupid not to see that?” Ron let out his frustration. It felt like time stopped. It felt like your heart shattered when you heard Ron, your friend since first year, utter those words. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Ron, you’re so out of line.” You said through your tears, and you felt Mattheo move to stand beside you, his hand moving from yours to your back, rubbing comforting circles there to soothe you. He was giving Ron an icy glare as he comforted you as your tears now flowed freely.

“You better watch your mouth, Weasley.” He said, his tone cold.

“Hey, don’t threaten him!” Harry said, taking his friends side, Mattheo let out a cold, slow laugh at Harrys reaction.

“Oh, that’s really something, Potter. I knew you were a git, but I thought that you treated your friends better than this. You should be glad that y/n is here, otherwise I would beat the shit out of you two for saying shit like this.” Mattheo said angrily before taking you had in his and leading you away from them. Tears were streaming down your face at your friends words, you could hear that Harry and Ron were saying something behind you, but you couldn’t hear what, your ears were ringing. When you rounded a corner Mattheo stopped you. He pulled you into an embrace and ran his hand up and down you back in a comforting manner as you cried into his chest. Slowly the tears came to a stop and you peaked up at him, he gave you a worried look.

“I’m sorry” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for crying on him, he gave you a small smile

“You, my love, have nothing to be sorry for. Now for Weasley and Potter it’s a different story.” You could see how his face went cold when he talked about them and you could feel how his grip on your waist tightened. He then did something that shocked you, he placed a kiss on your forehead. For him it seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world as he pulled you into his arms again, but it made your brain short-circuit. You could feel how he rested his head atop of yours as he held you. You let yourself relax in his arms for a moment before slightly pulling away again and looking up at him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his eyes soft again, as he brought his hand up to your face to wipe away the last remaining tears there.

“I’ve been better?” It came out more as a question as you were more focused on his large, warm palm on your face. He gave you a small smile and a chuckle slipped out from his lips.

“We don’t have to hang out with the others if you don’t want to…” He said tenderly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You shook your head, giving the boy a small smile.

“No, I think some cheering up could do me good.” You said. You were still heartbroken from Rons words. That’s the thing with Ron, he will find the most hurtful things to say when he is mad at someone.

“Alright then, but if you want to go you let me know, okay?” He said, grabbing your face with both of his hands searching your face for any uncertainty. You gave a small smile and nodded. With a short nod himself he grabbed your hand as you started walking towards the astronomy tower. His hand in yours was grounding and comforting as he intertwined your fingers, his thumb stroking your knuckles. The walk was silent, you could see how Mattheos jaw clenched and unclenched as you walked, presumably thinking about what had just happened. You had never seen him angry up close before but when he was staring Harry and Ron down you had to admit that he looked scary. He had the same look now as you walked together and while you weren’t scared of him you could see why people where. You would probably fear him too if it weren’t for the way he was holding your hand. When you reached the top of the stairs in the astronomy he didn’t let go, the group of boys quieted down when they heard your footsteps.

“Look who finally stopped making out in a broom closet and decided to joi-” It was Theo who spoke first but stopped himself when he saw your faces, yours with streaks of tears and Mattheos looking like he could kill someone. “What happened?” He then asked seriously, and Mattheo moved to sit down, brining you with him, making you sit down so close to him that your legs touched. He didn’t once make a move to let go of your hand, the feeling was probably as grounding for him as it was to you. He had it in his lap now, playing with the rings on your fingers as he frowned at Theos question. Balise and Enzo both looked at you worriedly and you decided to speak.

“We ran into Harry and Ron.” You said your voice hoarse from the crying. You felt his grip on your hand tighten before he looked up.

“I was waiting for her outside the common room. Those two twats decided to corner me and then y/n came and Weasley” He spat out the name “said some really foul things to her.” His grip was firm now and you gave him a reassuring squeeze that made him look at you and his face softened as his eyes met yours.

“They’re dead.” Blaise said coldly, Enzo and Theo nodded slowly in agreement. You felt the cold queasy feeling of anxiety creep up from the pit of your stomach.

“Guys, please don’t fight them because of me, please.” You said, panic evident in your voice, the thought making you sick. You didn’t want any of your friends to be hurt, neither your new ones or your old ones. Because despite that you’re fighting you still consider Harry and Ron your friends, maybe not as close as before, but still friends. You felt Mattheo pull you to him so that you were sitting in between his legs, his arms wrapping protectively around you as he soothed you. His scent of nicotine, mint and sandalwood enveloped you like a hug.

“Don’t worry love, we won’t fight anyone if that’s what you want.” He mumbled into your hair before kissing your head. You felt your panic settle slowly and as you looked at the others you saw for the first time that they weren’t giving Mattheo cheesy looks like they usually did when he showed you affection or flirted with you. They looked angry, like they didn’t even notice the way Mattheo was holding you.

“But they can’t just treat our friend like that!” Enzo said, anger in his voice. What you noticed was the use of the word friend. They saw you as their friend. You don’t know why it hit you like this, you considered the boys your friends after the first time you met them in the astronomy tower, but the fact that they considered you their friend as well made you feel warm.

“Listen darling, I can promise that we won’t initiate any fights with them” Mattheo looked pointedly at Enzo as he said this. “But if they start one…” You slowly nodded; it seemed like a fair compromise even if you didn’t like it. The others nodded too.

“We can always beat them of their brooms in our next quidditch match.” Blaise let out, you let out a chuckle when you saw the small teasing smile on his face. The thing was that you wouldn’t be surprised if the Slytherin beaters accidentally did club Harry of his broom in the next match. Slowly the tense conversation eased into lighter topics, you could still see that the boys were angry from what happened earlier but you were glad that they slowly found their way back to their normal selves. You were still sitting between Mattheos legs, his arm around your back and his other hand in your lap. You were now playing with his rings as your head rested against his chest. You were feeling drained from all that happened and the vibrations in Mattheos chest from when he was talking was soothing you, making you sleepier by the moment. You heard that the boys went from talking loudly to low murmurs as you slipped in and out of sleep. The warmth of Mattheos large hand on your back under your shirt was the last thing you felt before dosed off, head nestled on his chest as he smoked his cigarette, comfortably rubbing the bare skin of your back.

You awoke some time later. The guys were still murmuring to each other lowly. You could feel Mattheos warm body against yours just like how you fell asleep, your fingers still clutching his. You could feel his other hand against the bare skin of your back.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Theo said teasingly when he saw that you were awake. You let out a yawn and you felt Mattheo chuckle.

“You comfortable there?” Blaise said joining in on the teasing, making you blush.

“Yeah, actually, Matty here is very comfy.” You said cheekily while cuddling closer to the boy. He chuckled and his hand found your waist under your shirt and gave it a squeeze.

“You sure you and Matty weren’t actually making out in the broom closet before you came here?” Enzo said with a smirk on his face and the others started cackling.

“Oh, shut up Enzo!” Mattheo let out with a chuckle and you were blushing hard at the insinuation. You get as to why they are teasing you though. You were sitting on the floor with Mattheo, you between his legs as your side are pressed to his chest and your legs were draped over one of his. His arm around your back and his other hand in your lap. You really did understand why they were teasing you, but it didn’t stop you from feeling embarrassed by their teasing. Enzo stuck his tongue out at you two which made you laugh.

“But seriously, how long was I asleep?” You asked and they chuckled at you.

“About 30 minutes.” Theo said and you sat up straighter.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep when we were supposed to hang out.” You apologised with a small frown.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, princess, you just needed some sleep. We don’t blame you.” Mattheo said softly, engulfing your hand in his. You could hear the other snigger at you two but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when you could feel yourself getting lost in his chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes who were looking at you intently, with a softness not many had ever seen.

“Don’t worry about it princess.” Blaise said in a voice mocking Mattheos.

“Oh, Matty, you’re so nice and handsome.” Theo said in a high-pitched voice that you assumed was supposed to be you.

“I’m so dark and twisted but for you I’m nice and sweet, look I even cuddle.” Enzo joined in with a dark voice that was supposed to sound like Mattheo. This made you burst out laughing. Mattheo rolled his eyes but couldn’t supress his amused smile.

“You guys are the worst!” You said as you laughed at them, the three boys were sitting there with cheeky grins on their faces.

“No, you guys are the worst, sitting like that making us feel like third, fourth and fifth wheels.” Blaise said with a teasing eyeroll. You chuckled at that.

“Aww, Blaisie you could always cuddle each other.” You said in a mockingly sweet voice making Mattheo chuckle. Blaise made a face at the thought of cuddling Enzo and Theo.

“Oh, come on Blaise, it wouldn’t be that bad.” Mattheo said, enjoying that you were finally the ones doing the teasing. Sensing an opening you turned to the boy whose lap you were practically sitting in.

“How would you know, Matty? Is cuddling a common practice in the Slytherin dorms?” You asked looking up at the boy with a smirk on your face. He was smirking right back at you.

“You have no idea.” Mattheo said jokingly making you laugh. The banter continued between your group long into the night, successfully cheering you up yet again. This night ended in the same way, Mattheo was walking you to your common room, with a hand on the low of your back. When you reached the portrait hole you turned to him and quietly thanked him for tonight. When you were about to turn around to go into your common room he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, where is my goodnight kiss?” He said, a small pout on his lips. His question made your blush make yet another appearance on your cheeks. You smiled at the boy who was looking at you expectantly. You put your hands on his shoulders, his found your waist, rose to the very tips of your toes and you placed a kiss on his cheek, just like the first time he walked you back. With a shy smile you let go of him, murmured a soft goodnight and then went in through the portrait hole. You didn’t miss the broad smile on his face as he turned around to get back to his own common room.

The next morning you awoke with a smile on your face as memories from the night before flooded to your brain. It was around 9 when you woke up and you saw that Hermione was awake and reading a book in her bed. When she saw that you were awake, she put down her book and came to your bed, begging for details about your night. You told her about everything. Needing someone to vent to you told her about what Harry and Ron did, all the physical affection between you and Mattheo, the teasing from the boys, all of it. Hermione was giving you her thoughts about the situation as you got ready for the day. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, for which you both were excited. You needed to refill your snack drawer. As you exited your dorm you ran into Ginny and the three of you started to walk through the common room together on your way to breakfast. You joined the twins at the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were sitting a few places away from you, Ron sent you a nasty look which Hermione sent a glare back. She was very upset with them for what they did yesterday, Ginny and the twins too as soon as they were filled in on what happened.

The conversation switched to lighter topic as your group made their way to Hogsmeade. When you reached the village the twins left you for Zonko’s. You, Ginny and Hermione walked around in different shops but ultimately found your way to Honeydukes to fill up on snacks. You hadn’t seen any of the Slytherin boys all day and you were wondering if they even went to Hogsmeade today. While you were in Honeydukes you picked out different types of sweets to give to them, in case they didn’t get to go. After Honeydukes you all carries heavy bags of sweets. You stopped by The Three Broomsticks for some butterbeers before heading back to the castle. When you finally got back you dumped your sweets in their designated drawer before grabbing the bag you bought for the boys.

“Hey, Hermione, I’m just going to give this to the guys okay? See you in a bit.” You said as you leaved your dorm. When you exited the common room it struck you that you had no idea where they were. Deciding to check the astronomy tower first you started to make your way there. However, when you arrived it was empty. You checked the library after that, also empty. The great hall, empty. It left you no choice, you went down into the dungeons, on your way you met a Slytherin girl in your year that you were friendly with, Daphne Greengrass. You made small talk as you walked together towards the Slytherin common room. She was kind enough to tell you the password after letting you in. The Slytherin common room was quite different from Gryffindors. It had large windows that showed you the bottom of the black lake, large black couches and some fireplaces with warming fires going. Despite what you heard about it, their common room was cozy. You looked out the windows into the black lake and saw all sorts of fish and other creatures. The guys weren’t here either though.

“Excuse me, do you where Mattheos dorm is?” You asked a 7th year who lazily pointed you in the direction of his dorm. You walked up the stairs and made your way to where the 7th year showed you. You noticed that no one batted an eye at your presence in their common room, nor when you asked for the boys dormitories. Funny how different it would’ve been if the roles were reversed, and the boys were wandering around the Gryffindor common room. Stopping in front of the door you assumed was Mattheos and the rests dorm you took a deep breath before knocking. You waited, no answer. You listened intently and you heard their voices, they must’ve not heard you. You knocked again, harder this time and you heard footsteps nearing the door. It opened and before you were Enzo.

“Oh y/n! Come in. What are you doing here?” He asked curiously as he stepped aside for you to enter. You noticed that you walked into not a dorm but a hall full of doors.

“You guys have your own private dorms?” You asked in disbelief to which he chuckled and gave you a ‘yeah’ as he led you to one of the doors where you could hear shouts and someone groaning. You gave him an uncertain glance which he replied with a small smile before opening the door. Before you were a sight to behold. Mattheo was sitting on the bed, shirtless and bloody. He had dried blood coming from his nose, down his chin and chest, and a cut on his eyebrow. He held a bloody rag to his nose as he listened to Theo and Blaise cuss him out. You dropped the bag of sweets in shock of the scene making the boys freeze and look at you, like deer caught in headlights.

“You’re hurt.” You said with a frown as you stood in the doorway. Mattheo let out a breath.

“It’s nothing love, what are you doing here?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“What happened?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Blaise chuckled at how you didn’t let up.

“Nothing darling, don’t worry.” He said, winching as he tried to smile, you now noticed a cut in his lip too.

“I’m not stupid Mattheo.” The guys chuckled at how you pursed your lips at him “If I heal you, will you talk?” You asked giving him a pointed look to which he nodded defeated. You bent down, grabbed the bag of sweets and placed it at the desk before moving to stand in front of him, your wand ready.

“Talk first.” You demanded, making the others cackle.

“She drives a hard bargain.” Theo said, amused as he watched the scene unfold. Mattheo mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch, the others cackled louder at this. You whirled around and glared at them.

“Shut up” You hissed at them before turning to the boy you were harbouring a crush on.

“What? Use your big boy words.” You said, annoyance in your voice, you could hear the others snigger quietly, making you send glares at them.

“I might have heard McLaggen talk about, uh, someone and I sort of beat him up.” He said sheepishly. You rose an eyebrow at the boy.

“You beat up McLaggen for talking about someone, about who?” You pressed to which he shrugged. You narrowed your eyes at him and then the others who all held up their hands in surrender.

“Why would you do that?” You asked, he shrugged again with a sigh of annoyance you quickly healed him to which he was grateful.

“You’re so annoying.” You mumbled under your breath to which he beamed.

“Yes, but you still love me.” He said in a sing song voice to which you rolled your eyes, but a small smile crept up on your lips.

“Anyways, the reason I decided to bless you with my presence was to give you guys this. I didn’t see you in Hogsmeade today, but since you were busy beating people up for talking about others, I now know why.” You said pointedly as you gave them the bag of sweets, still feeling quite annoyed.

“Oh, y/n this is really nice of you.” Blaise said taken aback.

“You really didn’t have to…” Theo muttered as Enzo and Mattheo murmured in agreement. This made you soften, your annoyance with the boys slowly fading away. You busied yourself with wetting a cloth with some water before slowly walking over to the bed where Mattheo was sitting stunned. You handed him the wet cloth, he accepted it with a small smile, blood still on his face.

“Haven’t anyone brought you a gift before?” You asked softly as the boys stared at the candy, Mattheo cleaning of the dried blood of his face and chest. They shook their heads no at your question.

“We aren’t the most liked people in school, as you know.” Enzo muttered fiddling with the packaging of a chocolate frog. This broke your heart.

“Well, I like you and I will always bring you something from Hogsmeade if you can’t make it.” You said determination in your voice making the boys look at you with wide eyes.

“Like you said, we’re friends, and I like to bring gifts to my friends.” You said with a smile, the boys slowly smiled too. You saw appreciative looks on their faces when you looked around the room, when your eyes landed on Mattheo next to you, you noticed that he had missed some blood.

“Here, let me.” You said softly and you reached to grab the cloth before wiping away some blood on his eyebrow. The look he was giving you now was the same one he gave you in the library. It made your breath catch in your throat, your movements coming to a halt as your eyes caught his. He was looking at you with those Bambi-eyes, butterflies erupted in your stomach, just like they usually did with him. His hand gripped your thigh, not in a sexual way, it was more like he was assuring himself that you really were there.

“You’re too good to us.” He murmured as he held your gaze, you cleared your throat, continuing to wipe away blood, from his chest now.

“I’m not, I just appreciate you guys, you’ve been really nice to me.” You said, a small smile on your lip as you threw the cloth in the trash.

“Well, that settles it, you can never leave us, I’m too attached now.” Blaise said with a cheesy smile on his face as he made his way to you and before you knew it, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you up in the air. You squealed and kicked your legs.

“Ahh Blaise, put me down! I won’t leave you okay!” You said in between laughter, he was laughing too before setting you down. You didn’t have much time on the ground before Enzo and Theo went to hug you too, crushing you just like Blaise. Laughter filled the room from your squealing. When you were finally released you collapsed onto the bed, feeling winded.

“So, this is how you show your appreciation, by breaking your friends ribs?” You chuckle before leaning on your elbows looking at the boys who were grinning from ear to ear.

“No but we can break other people’s ribs if you need us to” Mattheo said which earned him a slap on his shoulder from you.

“You’re such a boy! And put a shirt on you heathen.” You said as you stuck your tongue out at him which earned some laughter from the others.

“Don’t try to pretend that you don’t enjoy the view.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you, making you laugh before hitting his head with a pillow. He let out a grunt of shock before grabbing the pillow from your hand making you panic.

“Please don’t hit me I brought you candy!” You said as you braced for impact, but it never came instead you heard a groan from the boy.

“You can’t just pull that card, now I’ll feel bad if I hit you!” He pouted making you let out a breath of relief as the others laughed. Mattheo put the pillow down and went to put a shirt on, to your very secret disappointment. You all hung out in what you learned was Theos dorm, you were snacking and just chatting about anything and everything. It was around 8 in the evening when he tried to kick you out, but he wouldn’t give a reason.

“Ah, Theos girlfriend is coming soon.” Enzo teased as he stood up from his place by the desk, Blaise and Mattheo stood up as well.

“Omg Theo? You never told me you had a girlfriend! Who is she? How long have you been together? How did you meet?” You asked eagerly as you turned to Theo who now looked slightly uncomfortable.

“Well, y/n, we’re not together in uh that sense…” Theo trailed off, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. It took you a moment to realise what he meant you made a face which made the others laugh. Mattheo grabbed your hands to drag you up from your spot on the bed.

“Well, let’s go then darling, let Theo have some fun with his non-girlfriend.” He said with a laugh as you made another face, Enzo and Balise had already left for their own dorms.

“Come on love, it’s just sex, it’s no big deal.” He said with an amused smile on his face.

“It’s not the sex, it’s the way you’re phrasing it!” You said with your nose scrunched, making both Theo and Mattheo chuckle. You shook your head at them as you gave Theo a wave before letting Mattheo drag you out of Theos dorm. Mattheo started to walk towards another door in the hall, he gave you a look as to tell you to follow him before he opened the door and sauntered into what you assumed was his dorm. You followed him in, closing the door behind you, and looked around. His dorm was neat, he had shelves of books and records, you let your fingers trace the backs of them as Mattheo flopped down on his bed, watching you.

“I didn’t know you liked to read?” You said softly as you picked up a copy of the muggle book Moby Dick, turning it over in your hand as you looked at him. He shrugged before putting his arms behind his head.

“I had a lot of time when I was little, I guess the habit just stuck.” He answered your question nonchalantly. You smiled as you put the book back in its place. You sat down on the bed, looking at him.

“What?” He asked curiously, a small smile on his face. You let out a shy laugh before turning your body fully too him.

“You’re full of surprises, Mattheo Riddle.” You said softly.

“Oh yeah? Good or bad?” He asked, a soft smile on his face as he sat up to face you.

“Only good.” You said as you reached out to brush one of his stray curls out of his eyes. The tension from earlier made it’s way back between you. The air turned thick and heavy. Your hand hovered awkwardly by his cheek for a moment before he grabbed it in his larger one. You had shifted closer to him now as his other hand caressed your cheek.

“You really are too good to us, to me.” He murmured as his thumb traced your cheekbone. You didn’t know what to say, you were lost in his chocolate brown eyes, the feeling of his hand against your face, the whole of him. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His hand moved to grip the hair in the back of your neck, a soft, yet steady grip as he closed his eyes. He looked like he was in pain as he opened his eyes again. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, you would be surprised if he didn’t hear your heartbeat. You don’t know how it slipped out it just did, but the world seemed to stop when you uttered those words.

“Kiss me, Matty.” The restraint he showed earlier completely vanished and his lips were on yours in a soft, passionate kiss. His hands moved to your waist as he lifted you into his lap, so you were straddling him. Your hands found their home in his hair, grabbing the ends of it, making him groan into your lips. His hands moved under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your waist.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He grunted against your lips as he gripped the soft flesh of your hips. He was kissing you again, more intensely this time, his tongue was in your mouth exploring every part of it, hands gripping your hips firmly. He flipped you over mid kiss so that you were laying under him, his arms at either side of your head, and continued to kiss you.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in potions.” He said as he kissed down your neck as you let out small moans. He pulled back to look at you, your hair was fanned out on his pillow as you laid there under him. You were looking up at him with big eyes, lips swollen and red from all the kissing. His hand grabbed your chin as he looked you in the eyes, vulnerability shone in his eyes.

“Please tell me that you’re mine, I can’t kiss you again without knowing that you’re mine.” He said, his voice strained, and your heart stopped. Your eyes widened in shock. Mattheo was known for not doing commitment, yet here he was, asking you to be his.

“What?” You asked, shock evident in your voice.

“Fuck, yes love, all I want is you. I think about you before I go to bed, right after I wake up, I can’t eat, sleep or do anything without you being on my mind. Hell, it was you McLaggen talked about, he didn’t even say anything bad, and I still saw red. You’re fucking perfect, you’re too good for me, yet you make me want to rip my heart out of my chest and give it to you if that’s what it takes for you to be mine, my girlfriend, my whatever you’re willing to be.” He said his eyes closed and his head dipped in the crook of your neck. Your hands pulled his face up so you could look at him. His eyes were searching yours for any sign of anything.

“Do you really mean that, Matty?” You whispered to which he nodded. Your face broke out in a wide smile, his face slowly matching yours.

“Then I’m yours, your girlfriend, as long as you’re mine, my boyfriend.” You said, using his words from just moments before. You have never seen a wider smile on his face before. He leaned down again and gave you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever felt. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up in his bed, kissing, talking, cuddling, Mattheo even read to you at some point of the evening. He read a chapter of Little Women, a muggle novel he said he thought you might like. At some point you fell asleep in his arms, your head comfortably nestled on his chest. It was the best sleep you have had for a long time. When you awoke the next day Mattheo was still holding you, his hand firmly on your waist. He looked so peaceful as he slept, his curls messy, his mouth slightly open as soft snores escaped him. You reached a hand up to caress your boyfriends face, his eyes shot open the second you touched him.

“Sorry” you whispered as you stroked his hair out of his face.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” He rasped, his voice thick with sleep. A blush spread across your cheeks at his voice. You let out a giggle at his words.

“You’re not, Matty.” You said softly before giving him a soft kiss on the lips to which he responded immediately by kissing you back and rolling you over so that he was on top of you. He deepened the kiss groaning at the feeling of your hands in his hair. Before anything else could happen, you were interrupted by his door slamming open.

“Rise and shi-” You heard Blaise say before falling completely silent.

“Sorry mate, we didn’t know you had a girl over.” This was Enzo, you assumed they couldn’t see that it was you based on how Mattheo was over you. He gave you a short smirk before looking back at the three boys who stood in the doorway. When he shifted his position, the boys got a clear view of your face.

“No”

“Fucking”

“Way.” They said in disbelief as they saw you, although fully clothed, under Mattheo, in his bed, in the morning. Mattheo chuckled as you let out an embarrassed laugh. Mattheo rolled off you, making you miss his warmth, and the two of you sat up.

“When did this happen?” Enzo asked and you explained what happened, choosing to leave out some of the more intimate details.

“Look, I’m so happy for you and all but seriously, if you were touchy, feely before I can’t even imagine what it will be like now!” Blaise groaned as you were walking to breakfast, Mattheos arm securely around your waist.

“Do you really think they can get worse?” Theo pondered with a smirk on his face. Mattheo rolled his eyes and gave your waist a squeeze, making you smile as your friends discussed the matter at hand. When you entered the great hall, you didn’t have time to think before you were pulled to the Slytherin table to sit with your boyfriend. You were talking and laughing as you ate your breakfast. You caught Fred and Georges eye, just as you did Theos in the beginning of your friendship, the twins gave you a cheeky wink each and wiggled their eyebrows. Then they leaned over to say something to Hermione and Ginny who were sitting with their backs to you. The girls turned around as saw you sitting with Mattheo, his arm around you waist, they smiled at you and then turned around to talk intently with the twins. You turned your attention back to your boyfriend who were arguing with Theo about something. What you didn’t notice were the looks from Harry and Ron, they saw your genuine smile when you looked at Mattheo, they also saw how Mattheo looked at you like you were the one who hung the stars and the moon. They realised then what a big mistake they made.

They caught up with you when you had left the boys to go change in your dorms, with a promise to join them again once you had freshened up.

“y/n, please wait up.” Harry shouted as they ran up to you. You stopped and turned to them, a wary look on your face.

“Please, y/n we’re really sorry for how we behaved.” Harry said, an apologetic look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry for saying that you would sleep with anyone who is nice to you, I know you would never do that, you’re like one of the smartest people I know.” Ron said, him too looking apologetic.

“When we heard that Riddle beat up McLaggen for talking about you, we sort of realised that he might not be using you.” Ron added.

“I forgive you.” You said slowly. Harry and Ron straightened.

“You do?” The asked, hopeful.

“Yeah, but what you said really hurt. I miss my friends though.” You said with a smile as you gave them hugs. You walked with them to the common room, joking as you did before all the drama. You filled Hermione and Ginny in on your recent development in your relationship with Mattheo as you went around your dorm to freshen up. You were eager to get to him. When you finally had changed and freshened up you hurried through the castle to the dungeons and when you finally reached your boyfriends dorm you walked in and jumped on him as he was laying on the bed, reading. He let out a grunt as you landed on him.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” He asked with a smile as he put the book away. You explained what had happened, about how Harry and Ron apologized and how happy it made you that you were finally friends again. Mattheo beamed at you before pulling you in for a kiss, one of many to come. Everything was finally right, and you couldn’t be happier.

[gayerthanevertbh]

first time.

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: you were curious about how same sex works, which is why your best friend natasha (who is older than you) shows you how it’s done.

anon request: reader being curious what it’s like to be with the same sex and asks older bestie tasha and she’s like let me show you and gives y/n the best orgasm ever and then make it a pt.2 where tasha and y/n fell for eachother after all the hookups and make it messy but soppy at the end 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

warnings: oral sex (r receiving), scissoring (both receiving), dirty talk, pet names, older!best friend natasha - 18+ MINORS DNI.

author’s note: hopefully this is okay anon! (yes i’ve been updating)

Natasha was messing with your hair while you were reading Emma by Jane Austen, your favorite classic. It was a rainy afternoon, and you could hear soft trickles of rain pouring from the window, giving you some peace as the weather got colder and colder the longer you stayed in your room with your best friend, who was a decade older than you. You had no idea how you'd met her, probably through a mutual friend of your mother's, and now you two were inseparable. Despite your parents' disapproval of your friendship with Natasha, you enjoyed spending time with her. She was soothing as if you were bathing in sunlight.

“Tasha?” you call out her name with a whisper, the woman replying with a hum.

“What is it, doll?”

When your friend MJ started dating a girl, you became intrigued by the idea of two people of the same gender having sex. How would that work? You thought in your head. You don't seem to get any ideas as you play out scenarios in your head. You were hesitant to approach Natasha, but you were already present. You needed to understand how that works because it might apply to you.

“How do girls have sex?”

She chuckled, kissing your head.

“With a man?”

"No," you said, chewing on your lower lip and pushing your foot with your other pair, anticipatory. “I-I meant… girls who have sex with each other. How does that work?”

“Either they use a strap-on or scissor,” she replies smoothly, massaging your scalp as she gets closer to the back of your head. “Or maybe fingering or eating out, there are tons of other things really. Why? What’s wrong, baby girl?”

Your stomach flutters when she calls you baby girl, which has been her nickname since you first met her. You turned over your shoulder and gave her a soft smile, then you felt her lips pecking on your temple, causing the feelings in your stomach to grow even more.

“I just got curious that’s all…”

“Hmm,” she brings your chin upwards to look at her as she sighs, pulling your body much closer to her. People would think this isn’t how best friends touch each other, but you’d think otherwise – unless that perspective will change in the future. “You want to try how it works?”

“W-What?”

“You know, have sex. With me.”

Could I possibly be dreaming?

“Wait, w-why?” you asked, not meaning to be crude. “I mean, sure but–”

“Then that’s all I ask,” she smiles at you kindly and then kisses your nose, you could feel your core heating up. “Now that I’ve got your consent, I want you to lie down for me and I’ll do the work, my love.”

“But what if–” you hesitated for a bite, gulping down the saliva in your throat. “What if I’m not good at this?”

“It’s your first time,” she whispers as she flips you over, her body on top of you. She leans close to your face as she slowly kisses your lips, causing you to moan onto her mouth. She sighs deeply at the feeling of your lips on hers, wondering what else she could do next with you. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that, kotenok.”

You could tell that she longed for this moment, and you thought hard in your head that you’ve always felt the same way. The more you two share a kiss, the better it gets. Things were getting hot, you felt yourself needier, and she couldn’t stop flicking her tongue on your lower lip; asking for entrance.

She pulls away, asking: “Would you like me to show you, pretty girl?”

You nodded helplessly, and she smiled.

“Stay still for me then, doll.”

Natasha pulls up your camisole tank top, exposing your breasts. The older woman sighed deeply at the sight, wishing she could go faster but knowing it was her first time with a girl, or anyone, she had to take things slowly. She presses her lips against your cleavage, molding her hands around your breasts as you let out a tiny moan, clearly feeling ecstasy radiate through your body.

“My love,” she whispers with a sweet hum, closing her eyes at the taste of your own skin. “Oh, my pretty baby. You’re so beautiful like this.”

You loved the way she would talk to you as if guiding you through her mind. When you felt her lips going deeper into your torso, you knew that you could have an orgasm at any given moment – but you had to hold them back, the urge to just come right in front of her.

Natasha sucks your left nipple while teasing the other one, her tongue flicking hard on the bud, causing you to whine pitifully – as if you couldn’t get enough of it. She chuckles.

“You like that, little girl?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, as you arched your back slightly. “K-Keep going, Tash…”

"I will, I will," she chanted, her lips kissing the center of your stomach and her hands teasing the back of your thighs. “Beautiful, you’re too cute. The things I could do to you, baby... you have no idea how much power you have over me."

She speaks like a poet. Every word she says makes you believe she's the smartest person on the planet. Even the way she speaks to you while kissing your naked torso feels surreal. A clear one from which you cannot escape. Natasha hoisted up your lower body while pulling down your tiny silk pink shorts and underwear. She looks down at you with love in her eyes, tinged with possessiveness, once you were naked to her glory. You giggled, trying to cover your body, but she pinned your wrists on top of your head.

“It’s okay,” she reassures with a kind voice, kissing your lips once again to make sure that you were safe with her. “I won’t hurt you, baby. I promise.”

She spreads your legs apart as she lays herself on the mattress, hooking her arms on both of your thighs as you try to clench them in pleasure, almost locking the woman’s head. She chuckled, kissing your pubic bone as she smelled your core deeply, sighing to herself.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to claim you, sweetheart," she moans, licking your pelvis. You mewl in response as your hand runs through her hair, softly grabbing it. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you baby girl?”

“Mhm, so ready.”

"Yeah?" she smirks above you, her fingers making circular motions on both of your thighs, her mouth close enough to your pussy She blows on your clitoral area, causing your hips to arch. She was relieved to have a hold on you. “Shh, fuck princess… You look so cute like this. Makes me want to bite you, claim you, make you mine…”

I’m all yours to take, Natasha.

She takes a deep breath and lunges her tongue on your cunt, lapping through your folds. You whined in response, rattling your head all over the pillows as you felt her tongue poking on your clit, flicking it harshly as you felt her lips sucking on it. She lets out a long moan as she closes her eyes, getting herself obsessed with a new foreign taste – which she will love from now on.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” she praises, spitting on your entrance as she teases it with the tip of her tongue. She gives another bold stripe on your folds before whispering, “Baby girl, your pussy is so pretty for Mommy… it’s all for me.”

She couldn't stop herself; she had grown an obsession with your pussy from the moment she saw it. And the more she ate your cunt, the more she felt herself becoming wet from the insane amount of pleasure coursing through her veins. She sucks on your clit, gently flicking and biting it as you screamed in agony.

“Mommy!”

"Sorry, sorry," she chants, lovingly kissing your folds. “I’m just… fuck it’s so beautiful, I want to eat this forever doll. I need this pussy in my life.”

You humped her face while she ate your cunt, groaning and growling each time you played with your nipples. The redhead tightens her grip on your thighs, expecting to leave a handprint on your skin, but neither of you cared. You felt as if you were about to be taken to heaven, and it was her, with those lips you never thought could happen. She was a professional; she knew exactly what she was doing to your body, and you became addicted to it.

You suddenly felt a sharp feeling through your abdomen, like you wanted to come. You open your eyes once more to look down at her, asking: “I-I think I’m going to–”

“Not right now,” she whispers, bringing herself upwards as she hovers over your body again, causing you to whine from the extraction of her tongue on your cunt. She kisses your lips again, licking the roof of your mouth as she begins to do more things to your body. “I want to make love to you, we’re going to scissor, okay? Just follow my lead, sweet baby.”

She removed her underwear and you stared at her naked cunt as she noticed your stare. “Do you like it?” she asked, making you nod in response. “Okay, that’s good. Just open your legs for me, I’ll do all the work.”

She gets between your legs, places her cunt on yours, and thrusts down as you both moan in unison. You wrapped your arms around her neck, biting your lower lip to keep your moan from becoming too long, while she humped you from above.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whimpers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You like this, baby? Do you like me fucking you?”

"Mhm!" you whined, fluttering your eyes closed as Natasha grounded her cunt onto you, your clits colliding. You two do this for a few minutes before the redhead becomes needier and spreads your other leg wider. “Tasha, I–”

“I love you so much,” she whispers with a sob, her pace getting rougher and faster as time passes. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good against mine, you’re everything.”

Her thrusts against your cunt start to get sloppier as she bites your neck sweetly in response. She holds you close to you, clinging her arms around you as she makes circular motions with her hips, teasing her clit against yours. You grabbed her face and kissed her, not sure where to insert your tongue. She moans onto your lips and continues to rut her hips onto you, the bed slightly creaking from her movement.

“I’m so close,” she howls, dropping you back to the mattress and sucking on your nipple while her other hand teases the side of your hip. “Come for me, baby girl. Come for Mommy.”

When the wave of orgasm hit you both, you both moaned. Natasha clung to your body, still rutting her hips to ride out her pleasure, as your back arches from the pleasure. She kisses your lips again, biting on your lip as her orgasm fades and the air begins to cool.

“I love you,” she whispers with a smile, pecking your lips twice. “I love you more than words can be described.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

[lovelymagnoliarose]

So, I know a lot of people are mad about Colin’s entrapment comment to Pen, and I don't love it either. But we all know he definitely apologised for that off screen. I just thought I'd write what that apology might look like, hope you enjoy!

Sneak Peek

“I never apologised to you.”   She looked up, slightly startled, to see her husband standing at the door frame. “What?”   “I never apologised to you.” He repeated, coming to sit next to her. “For how I treated you in the beginning of our marriage, before our marriage as well.”   “Oh, Colin,” Penelope began, putting the manuscript down and taking his hands in his own. “You do not need to apologise, you were angry, I understand-”   “It is not my anger that I apologise for.” Colin interrupted. “But rather, how I handled it.”   “Colin, my love-”   “I… Should not have slept on the sofa during our wedding night, or any night afterwards for that matter. I should have slept in our marital bed, and not maintained that dreadful distance that killed us both. Before and after our wedding, I was colder to you than you deserved and I- I said many things that I did not mean. Including my accusation that you… Entrapped me.”

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 10. 03 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I sat against the wall next to the closet door. I wasn't in the mood to be locked in there, but I needed some peace after what just had happened.

Because of the pain I took from the green blob monster, I felt so much better than before. The headache was gone completely now, which made me happy.

I was twirling the bloody bandage from my head in my hands while thinking about everything.

Why would Hyun-su react like this?

What was that guy playing at?

Something must have happened up there.

"Hey." I snapped out of my thoughts when Hyun-su spoke up.

I was actually surprised to see him here, let alone without that guy.

"Hey," I breathe out.

"Where is your new friend?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

Hyun-su looked behind him before looking down at me.

"Somewhere."

I nodded my head slowly before looking back down at my hands.

For a few seconds, he just stood there looking down at me before speaking up again.

"I wanted to talk to you." My eyes went back to him nodding my head for him to continue.

"They probably have told you that he is just like us, right?"

"They also have told me that he killed his own men."

I watched as Hyun-su clenched his jaw before talking again. Now in a much colder tone.

"He saved me up there."

I narrowed my eyes looking at him waiting for him to continue.

"He told me that monsters and humans can't coexist together and after what had happened earlier with that green slime monster I agreed with him."

A frown came to my face before I shook my head.

"They were scared. You can't blame them for being scared?"

"What if they become scared of you and me in the future? Are you going to let them kill you or me?!" He snapped at me.

I was kind of surprised by him raising his voice.

"They wouldn't and you know that. Just put yourself in their shoes. What would you do if you were completely human in this situation, huh? Wouldn't you be scared too? Scared people do stupid stuff."

Hyun-su let out a groan shaking his head seeing that I wasn't agreeing with him.

For a few seconds, he stood there thinking before kneeling down in front of me.

"Ui-myeong he wants to leave this place to find more like us."

Good for him let him go.

He won't bother us then.

"He asked me if I wanted to come with him. Come with us, with me, away from here."

What?

Away from Green Homes?

I can't just leave here. Ji-su, Eun-yu, Mister Han, Eun-hyuk, and the kids are here? I don't want to leave any of them behind like that.

"Who's going to protect these people if we are gone?"

Hyun-su shook his head.

"They don't need us. We have been their hounds long enough. Let them do their own dirty work."

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it quickly.

I can't understand why Hyun-su turned against the people here. I know they have hurt him in the past, but they all accepted him now.

Not all the people here wanted to use him.

"Hyun-su." I started looking at how he was hopefully waiting for my answer.

"I can't. I can't just leave them like that. They are my friends. For the first time in my life, I have found some people who like me and treat me like I'm a human being."

"But you aren't human neither am I."

I don't know why he wants to leave here.

"Don't you want to be with me?"

I was surprised by those words and what they could mean.

Do I want to leave everyone that I care about and who cares about me to be with Hyun-su?

Do I want to leave my makeshift family I have created here?

I don't want him to leave at all. If I could I would go with him, but there are too many people here who I care about that I don't just want to leave behind like this.

To be honest I don't think Hyun-su wants to leave either.

I think he's just scared.

I know that he cares for the people here as much as I do. It's just that guy Ui-myeong who has planted doubts in his mind.

"No," I whisper with a shaky breath.

"No, if it means that I have to leave the people who care about me behind."

He was taken back for a second, but his shocked expression soon changed to his old emotionless gaze.

Without saying anything he stood up. This was not what I wanted.

"Hyun-su, wait." I stood up grabbing his arm, but he pulled back.

"Don't." He replied coldly.

"Hyun-su please, just listen. I don't know what that guy has told you, but it isn't true!"

He turns around to face me.

"He has shown me the truth about humans." I shook my head.

"No, not everyone is bad! Just like there aren't all bad monsters! Why are you believing this guy over the people here?" I tried to explain to him, but it didn't seem to work.

"The people who used and locked me up here like some animal?!" He yelled at me.

I clenched my jaw taking a deep breath.

"Please, Hyu..."

"Why did I expect you to listen to me? You're just as bad as them. If you had really cared about me you would have told me and everyone else the truth about you being a monster as well, but I guess you were too scared to be used and locked up just as was. You're just like everyone else."

I was too shocked to speak.

How could he say that? He knows that I wanted to! I didn't have a choice.

For a few seconds, he just looked at my heartbroken stare before he turned and walked away. 

The moment he turned the corner tears began to spill on my cheek.

Why was he like this?!

How could he be so cruel?

He knows that I tried every time to help him!

"It's odd that you choose humans over monsters."

My head shot up when I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"It's odd you would think I would choose someone like you over people I care about." I snapped back.

He let out a chuckle before he began to walk towards me.

"So you don't care about Hyun-su? The poor boy looked devastated when he passed me a couple of seconds ago."

My eyes followed his every move not trusting him one bit.

"I do care about him, more than you think, but I won't let someone fill my head with lies."

He let out a loud laugh circling me.

"I didn't tell him one lie. I just opened his eyes so that he would see the real world, why can't you see it? Don't you see that these people are just using you two? They would be dead in seconds if you weren't here."

I let out a scoff shaking my head.

"Trust me I know what the real world is. These people are my family and you don't know one fucking thing about them or me!"

He stopped walking when he was back in front of me. My eyes followed his hand when he grabbed something from his pocket before handing me a red paper.

"Are you sure they see you as their family? Aren't you a little afraid they will sacrifice you the minute they learn they don't need you anymore?"

With frown brows, I look down at the piece of paper before opening it.

My eyes caned the page reading everything carefully. It was a military announcement. They will offer safety and shelter if you offer them a special infectie. Someone like me.

"So are you still so sure about these people?" I look back up at him seeing him smirk at me.

With a clenched jaw, I crumble the piece of paper before pushing it back into his hands.

"Yes, now why don't you just leave? You don't want to be here and we don't want you here. Be smart and go before I'll make you."

Ui-myeong raised his brows with an amused smile on his face.

"Why? Are you scared I'll hurt your so-called friends?" My hands turned into fists seeing how cocky he was.

"You better don't touch anyone here. I'll make sure you regret the moment you step foot in this building. Now be wise and go. Don't take my threat as a bluff." The smile never left his face.

It only grew.

With his hands up like he would surrender himself he took a few steps back.

"Okay, I get it." He was about to turn around when he spoke up a final time.

"Black looks good on you, to be honest." With that, he walked away leaving me behind in anger.

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Hey guys! Theirs only 1 chapter left and an epilogue. The next chapter is going to be long! I first wanted to split it in two, but I didn’t really like it, so it’s going to be one long one. I hope you guys enjoy it, bye!

[rose-tinted-vision]

Shower thoughts be like: what happened to Kunigami in the Wild card room to change his personality so drastically? in this essay i will-

[major manga spoilers ahead]

you have been warned

Okay, Kunigami is slightly trickier for me, so feel free to add your opinions.

When we were first introduced to Kunigami, he was someone with an upright image, someone who also hungers to score goals too, yes, but he'd rather do it "the right way", no tricks involved.

He was also someone who looked after his teammates in his own ways, like when he scored thanks to Isagi and repaid him with food bought with the Blue Lock points he earned from the goal.

But the Wild Card room took his personality and sharpened his hunger for goals and threw the other softer aspects of his personality away.

(it gave me serious whiplash, to be honest)

His expression itself here also shows just how much he has changed from his Team Z days: its colder, more piercing and...entirely different from the "old" Kunigami.

But what made him change so drastically?

Was it the same thing that Isagi realised? That him advancing in Blue Lock essentially means that he has to eliminate other players? crush their hopes and dreams?

I mean, ultimately Isagi learnt how to thrive off defeating others, but it seems to have affected Kunigami differently.

Maybe having to crush the others (in the Wild Card room) in order to climb up and survive drastically warped some part of him, made him realise that his way of doing things "fair and square" won't help him get far in Blue Lock. But that isn't anything different from what he was doing during the First selection arc. Is it the pressure of having to single-handedly defeat the others?

Or was the change in his personality to perfectly emulate Noel Noa? in order to fit into the Bastard Munchen's logical and rational team dynamic? to better understand Noel Noa's playstyle?

Because. It doesn't seem as if Kunigami is meshing well with Bastard Munchen, is it?

At this point, we still don't really know what role he's supposed to play, other than being a copy of Noel Noa, and supposedly to 'guide' Isagi in these matches.

I'm really hoping that we'll get to see him play a bigger role in the current arc, and hopefully see more of this new Kunigami fleshed out, because he feels quite flat as a character to me now.

Also, slight deviation, but: in my opinion, if Kunigami had survived up till now, he would have chosen Manshine City as well. I see Chigiri and Kunigami as pretty similar players in the sense that both Chigiri and his playstyles both rely on their physique: Chigiri with his speed and Kunigami with his strength.

(which is also probably why they get along well and work together well, but thats another essay for another day.)

tl;dr props to Kunigami for surviving the wild card room, but did it really produce the best results? what with Kunigami's former personality being crushed by his current cold and harsh exterior, and he doesn't seem to be meshing well with the Bastard Munchen team either.

[manogirl]

Sand's Hooch

One of Sand's heroes is Paul McCartney. Sand's hooch is named "Jude". Paul McCartney wrote a song called 'Hey Jude'. Arguably one of his most famous songs, and certainly a crowd favorite when he plays it live. (I have seen Macca live too many and not enough times. I too love Paul McCartney, Sand.) Paul wrote the song for John Lennon's son, Julian, while Julian's parents were in the process of divorcing, when John left Cynthia for Yoko Ono. John wasn't a very good parent to Julian, anyway, but you can understand that Julian was upset. It's a fucking great song. What does it mean, Jojo? Because I don't think it's accidental.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better. And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder. Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, You're waiting for someone to perform with. And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do, The movement you need is on your shoulder. Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her under your skin, Then you'll begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh. Na na na nananana, nannana, hey Jude... (repeat X number of times, fade)

This is...this is too on the nose. Right? I don't want to spell out all the ways in which I think this song fits Sand's life or possibly Ray's. I can't decide who is who here. Is Ray 'Jude'? Is Sand? I think either interpretation works, though 'take a sad song and make it better' certainly has more to do with Sand than Ray. But I read the line 'And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do' and I think, shit, Ray needs to hear that.

And oh, oh, oh, oh, 'For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder' come on come on, that's too much. It's too much.

(I'm thinking too of how little John had to do with the writing of the song, except for the line 'the movement you need is on your shoulder' which Paul famously said he was going to change--it was just a placeholder--and John told Paul that Paul wouldn't change it, because it was the best lyric in the song. Paul didn't change it. It exists for all time because John existed in Paul's world. I dunno man, you tell me what it all means.)

[nei-ning]

Had to go to near by town's market to get food for birds and rabbits since there's going to be colder days up ahead. At the right shelve was older woman who asked me where birds "fat sticks" are since she can't find them (she was short). I showed her one, saying that these are the only ones.

She said that's exactly what she was looking for. She took it, saying she just can't watch birds not having food and that she still feeds them. I said I am there to buy food for birds and wild rabbits and hares too. We ended up talking about animals, how she feeds birds (like I do), what birds there are at her yard etc. She also said she has 2 year old cat. She described it: "It is SSSSOOOO SOFT! That long silky fur. It always sleeps in my lap and by my feet on the bed."

We ended up talking about cats and how we both have done the hard decision of putting our beloved cats down when was their time to go. She said she doesn't understand people who are mean to animals, abuse them etc. I said I don't get it either and that's one thing in life which pisses me off - a lot.

She then told me how she used to work as interleaver (at cowhouse). Once the owner had hit a cow without any reason and this granny had flared up at him. She had instantly tell him to give that branch to her so that she can hit him back. Never again did the man hit his cow in her presence at least. She said she's never been afraid to speak her mind and defend animals and I LOVE HER for that!

She coughed a lot at times, damning it. I asked if she has any allergies which could cause that and she looked at me laughing: "I am allergic to life." Ahaha, what a lady! :'D

We chatted some more until she started to cough more so I said I will let her leave and rest. Tho, I noticed she had olive oil in her cart so I added: "Perhaps take a sip of olive oil to moist your throat."

She laughed and said: "I will take big sips and oil myself." :'D

But honestly, what a woman! She was 83 years old and so wonderful personality based on this short conversation, ahah! I wish her all the very best! <3

[starlight-blvd]

the hearing — a hwu drabble-fic

(I wanted to write something for my HWU MC before I posted her profile entry so that her bio and headcanons made more sense. Quotes in italics come from dialogue in the quest itself.)

Friday, May 22nd, 2015

"Rose Jeanette Ingram, this is not the end of your acting career."

The brunette stood in front of her dorm's bathroom mirror, wearing a suit she'd kept in her closet to bring out for this unfortunate occasion. Her disciplinary hearing was scheduled to start in half an hour at the Monroe building, thankfully only a ten-minute walk away.

Her phone was on the sink's counter, still open so that her text messages were still on screen. Addison and Lisa were already there, and Zoe was finding a parking spot off-campus.

A knock on the door. "Rose? You good in there?"

Rose sighed. "Just a second!" She took one more look at herself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

Ethan Blake, her agent, stood in front of her desk with his hand leaning on its surface.

"Any luck?" she asked.

He shook his head with a pitiful expression. "Nope. Chris is out of the country to shoot a film, and Holly's going no-contact right now."

"Shit. And you can't vouch for me because your title makes them think you're inherently biased."

"Unfortunately. And we can't ask Aria to come in either since we didn't work with her."

Rose sat on the edge of her bed. "I can't believe this. All these technicalities, and it feels like they're running this hearing process ass-backwards. Anders probably put some fucking money behind this just so they can eliminate any of Bianca's competition."

Ethan moved to sit next to his friend, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You know what I always say: 'Integrity is losing with good intentions, not winning with bad intentions.' We just have to go in with Lisa and Zoe on our side at this point. It might still be enough, but we can't say we didn't try regardless."

She looked down at her feet as she slid on a pair of black heels. "You're right. I just don't want my career to end like this."

"I know. We'll get through this. I promise."

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Rose sat at a table by herself in front of a long bench with several unoccupied seats. Addison, Ethan, Lisa and Zoe all sat a few rows behind her. Bianca, Jenni, Lance, and Anders all sat at a table a few yards away from Rose's.

Professor Singh walked into the room, followed by several faces Rose didn't recognize, save for Professor Hunt at the very end of the line. He was the only one to look at her and acknowledge her presence before going to sit behind the bench.

The air around her felt fifteen degrees colder when she heard the door fall shut.

"Nice of you to show up on time," Professor Singh remarked. "Barely."

"Save your vitriol for when it's warranted, Priya," Thomas quipped back before taking a head count of the room. "It looks like all relevant parties are here, so the hearing can begin." His voice didn't seem as cold as it usually was in this moment, and Rose couldn't discern if that was a good sign or not.

Professor Singh spoke again. "We've already had a chance to review the three projects you submitted. The work is impressive…" A long pause. "...but the issue of your character is a concern. We'll start with community members who wish to speak against Rose."

"Ooh! Me first!" Bianca's shrill voice spoke up, elbowing her boyfriend Lance in the ribs.

"Uh, and me! I want to say mean stuff about Rose!"

Anders crossed his arms, his facial expression as smug as the day Rose first knew of his existence. "And I have plenty to say."

Professor Singh seemed to copy his expression in return. "Oh, don't worry… you'll all get your turns-"

"This is asinine!" "——— bullshit!"

Rose had shouted with the more hearing-appropriate choice of words, but she hadn't expected the latter voice to continue.

"You do understand how predatory you appear to be, don't you?" Professor Hunt asked as he stood up from his seat at the bench.

"Thomas, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Professor Singh questioned with a shocked and seething voice.

"Calling out abhorrent behavior that I'm seeing happen directly in front of my face. Yours included. If this board is not going to function as intended, then I will not sit or stand as a member of it."

"You're making a mistake-"

"So is the board for letting us address the disciplinary complaint of a nineteen-year-old who went into a club despite being underage, was drinking despite being underage, and who antagonized a twenty-three-year-old woman who was just minding her own business." Professor Hunt moved from behind the bench. "I have all of these students in my class, Priya. I know how old they are. They're all going to make understandable mistakes that every student goes through, but I know damn well that there is video evidence of Bianca drinking in that club and video evidence of what actually happened that you did not want to take into account so you could accept a blank check from Anders Stone." He eventually stood beside Rose's table. "I will not let this slide."

This stunned the disciplinary board into silence — and almost everyone else, for that matter.

"You think you're so damn smart, Hunt," Anders remarked with a sneer. "Always trying to level the playing field with your heroism."

"I'm no hero." He turned to the actress. "I know Rose can defend herself well on her own, but I'm not going to sit here and watch her career die because of a setup."

Campus security started filing into the room, moving to take the Stone family and Bianca's friends off the premises.

The two professors who had spoken throughout this meeting glared daggers at each other from across the room.

"Dismiss this complaint," Thomas ordered. "You know the tabloids will devour this scandal when it comes out. None of us will come out looking good in the end."

Without a word but still continuing her glare, Professor Singh signed the dismissal from for the complaint, handing it off to the others to sign.

Rose sat there as if she were a deer in headlights, unsure if she really just bore witness to all of that in front of her. She didn't think that Hunt of all people would have sided with her, but as she watched people around her be even more vicious than she knew him to be in her presence, it dawned on her that this could just be the beginning of her time in the industry. Her mind went to how much worse things could get as opposed to how much better things could be after this. She took a calming breath as she finished processing the events of the meeting, watching the board members leaving after one of them handed the dismissal form to Hunt.

"I think I'm going to change my major," Rose said quietly.

Hunt paused, pen in hand. "Pardon?"

Rose looked down at her hands on the table. "If this is how the industry is going to continue to treat me as an actor, then I don't want things to get even worse."

Placing the paperwork down, Thomas looked at her. "I wouldn't rush into making that decision here and now." He sat across from her. "You still have many years ahead of you to figure this out. I know of your previous academic record, Rose. Your skillset leaves you at an advantage here." He signed the form and placed it into a manila folder, which in turn went into his messenger bag. "Ultimately, I can't make your decision for you, but summer break starts tomorrow. Give yourself some grace, and please give this idea more thought and time to see if that's what you want."

She nodded, taking a moment before looking over at him. "...thank you, Professor. For defending me."

Hunt nodded in return. "Of course. I know you can handle yourself, but I knew how this was going to play out if I didn't step in." He stood up from his seat. "Walk with me. Your friends are waiting for you."

Complying, Rose stood up and moved to walk side by side with him. "I thought you hated me. I've heard you call me a pain in the ass before."

"I was too quick to judge you, and I take full responsibility for that. Not just towards you, but toward some of your friends as well. I'm sorry."

Rose adjusted her sleeves. "It's okay. I'm just glad you apologized."

The two left the room as Addison, Ethan, Lisa and Zoe stood by the opposite wall of the hallway they entered.

"Keep me updated," Hunt said before turning down the hallway and exiting the building.

"What the hell was that?" Lisa asked.

"I don't know," Rose admitted, watching Hunt walk across the courtyard. "But I think I'll be fine in Hollywood 101 now."

[shamelessrabbithole]

i’m honestly with you on this. english isn’t my first language so i thought it was either my ‘lack of skills’ in understanding what she wrote or if i was too tired to understand. let’s pretend that this is written about her relationship with cameron and the public eye (just to give it a meaning). it would ‘make sense’ for her to mention how she watched him through instagram (and maybe his work too?) and how being around the person irl is different and shows dept?

but then i’m confused. cause she says ‘we want love, but confuse it for attention’. does it mean she thought cameron wanted her attention? as in, he wanted to show himself, wanting her to admire the things he had archived, his passions? (example him travelling with her, taking pics of her as a showing off his skills, the hotel being expensive). maybe being in NYC was a realisation it wasn’t shallow but something deeper as love?

for the last bit i really don’t understand cause i’m not the type of person that believes in spiritual and things like that. the only explanation i would have on it is how she was attracted to him from the beginning but her ‘brain’ told her he was doing it for attention and not for *her* attention only and how in the end she should have trusted her body/need to be with him sooner?

if it’s about him it would make sense (if my analysis would be right) cause it would check out with how someone would feel off in seeing a guy having many girl-friends, having flirt-ish personality and maybe even seeing how he does the same things with everyone? which would explain why she seemed a bit ‘colder’ on social when he tagged her etc. i’d love to see if they post something together sooner than later so we can see how they interact now

Your interpretation is interesting. There's a lot of analysis that ropes in Cameron's "quirks" and perhaps oddball behaviors while in relationships with women. But, that assumes that Madison finds any of it odd. I've always felt that she's an open-minded free spirit and is unbothered by most of the stuff you mentioned (having many female friends, photographing them semi-nude, repeated stays with women at the Ludlow, etc.)

When I mentioned previously that this post may be about her own experiences with watching others in the digital space, I thought of her watching other dancers and content creators. And perhaps forgetting that we're more than just the content we create, but sensitive beings craving attention and love. To remember that and not be one-sided in our judgements or evaluations.

If it's a message speaking directly to her followers, and it is about her and Cam, then I felt it might be a reminder to them that she and Cam are real people. That those who are judging and criticizing are doing it for the attention and that they ought to reflect on not only why they're doing it, but to be more feeling, empathetic, and reasonable in their approach and the kinds of comments they're making.

I'll also reiterate that I have no idea what her intention actually was with that post. And, I usually don't like to decipher abstract stuff like this because 1) there's no way to know for sure if I'm right 2) it's a waste of time to unpack the words jotted down over a story that will disappear in 24 hours. It was probably written in less time and with less meaning/purpose than any analysis about it ever could be worth.

[neoatlantiscodex]

How to Build a House (Part I-IV)

Because we've evolved beyond the need for our buildings to suit our environment. You can go to Vegas and see signs everywhere about water conservation, and then go out to their perfect golf courses, where the green transitions immediately into sand dunes.

Part I: Foundation

Most of our traditional building techniques focus on wood. We don't need to build with wood anymore, but that doesn't mean we cannot learn anything from it. One of the big problems with wood is that it will rot if put directly into the ground, and so you need something else there. Namely rocks.

Reminder: Concrete is just artificial rocks.

The size and depths of your foundation is dependant upon the size of your building, and your ground conditions. The bigger your house, and the worse your soil, the more complex your foundation needs to be.

Part II: Basement

If you extend the foundation upwards, you get a basement. We normally think of basements as underground, but we are wrong in doing this. Basements are just another word for the Undercroft. Because you don't want to add wood to your lowest level, having a floor made of stone was a great idea. Stone was more expensive, so you make it the smallest floor.

Which is wild for us modern people to think that medieval houses often had the lower floor be the smallest.

Part III: Jettying

Why? Hubris? To spite God?

Because it was practical, and it lowers your tax footprint. There was a lot of older construction practices who's primary goal was lowering your tax footprint. We've come down hard on them, but, quite frankly, if the rules are reasonable, and people do something really cool to avoid them, then we don't need to change them. They would sometimes build over river to avoid paying property taxes.

The practical part is that pre-modern houses were built using single beams spanning any open space. Long beams tend to sag over time, but if you put weight on the outside, it evens it out. So, by building the higher floor a step larger, you put weight on the team, and get more space.

Medieval houses would typically pay tax/rent based off either the size of the base, or the size of the frontage. This is actually an incredibly simple way to run building regulations, and the simpler the regulations, the easiest it is to build.

Part II-II: Basement II

In the modern era we've decided to start finishing our basement, only to lo-and-behold discover that it's cold. Not only is the earth cold in northern climates, but heat rises.

Stone has a high heat capacity, meaning it takes a lot of energy, either way, to change the temperature. This means they are great for holding a constant temperature. Before the era of AC, if you wanted to keep something cool, you kept it in a cold room in your basement, or in a room that goes into a hill. If you prevent light from getting in, it would keep colder.

Basements were also used for general storage, or for a business. Because back in the day, most people lived in the same place they worked, and in cities, where space was scarce, you built up. In the modern age, we literally have laws to prevent people from working out of their house, because we're utterly insane.

Once we started added plumbing, furnaces, electricity, etc., having an unfinished basement made it simple to maintain these. When you added cars, it was also a great place for a garage/car port.

Do we need basements, now? No. But they are useful and practical. And understanding their limitations can dramatically reduce your future energy use, and improve your quality of life.

Part IV: Car Port / Garage

Amazingly lost technology. Partially because we started finishing basements. What's worse, is that in most modern countries, parking is getting extremely expensive, as the space is valuable. So valuable that people have died over parking disputes.

A car port is a room in your basement that you can park your car in. If you fully enclose it, it becomes a garage.

If we extend this to apartments, ground floor apartments suck. For everyone. So, you can lift it up a bit, and give them parking under the same foot print. Because a problem we have is that the companies building apartments just do NOT want to build underground parking.

Now, if you have protected underground parking, people could park a car. Or a bike. Or a scooter. Or keep a canoe. Or do maintenance on their car, which is difficult if not impossible to do on apartment parking lots. And this also gives you a place to keep your waste disposal, and other heavy machinery. So, this is another reason to make people pay based off the rote value of the land itself, not the profits that can be made from it. You could also have a bus / train station there.

Thank you @noneatnonedotcom.

[eliasiis]

Hello (*´ー｀*) just wanna say first that your fics are adorable and such a blast to read~

It was only a matter of time before I would also ask for a fic, while your taking suggestions—(feel free to skip this tho if you have other things to do!)

Something for either Xiao, Scara or maybe Albedo? I need to see my small beans break character and just laugh, you can write them however you want. And I will draw something based of what you write ^^ (sounds like a collab but it’s literally a trade I think _φ(･_･

SO. first things first. i got TWO asks for lee albedo not including this one. so i thought.... why not just use all of them right?? BTW. this was SO fun to write i am FOAMJNG at the mouth i love albedo so hard

btw pt 2. this plot was ENTIRELY brought to me by @duckymcdoorknob ur a real one for this frfr.

cold

established kaebedo

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Kaeya's teeth are chattering. He wraps his arms around himself, curling up in his seat.

"B-Bedo... This potion will be incredibly useful, but... D-Don't you think we could light a fire? Just for a moment?" He asks. His voice comes out stuttery and slow as the violent chill seeps further into his skin.

Albedo doesn't spare him a glance. "Not yet. There's an incredibly high chance that that could ruin this potion, and we've gotten so far already." Normally, Kaeya admires Albedo's utter disregard for his surroundings when he's working, but now that he himself is part of those surroundings, he feels more like a victim to that trait more than anything else.

Capped potion bottles and books with purely theoretical material jnside are strewn across Albedo's desk and the ground. Some have an icy blue fluid inside, fizzing with cryo energy while others mainly have leftover particles or are just empty. The torches that surround them are tempting him to just get up and light one, but Kaeya knows how important this is to Albedo. And besides, he's never been one to shy away from a challenge.

"I want you to put cryo essence in this bottle for me." Without looking away from the book he has in his other hand, Albedo holds up yet another potion bottle to him. One thing Kaeya does notice is that Albedo's hands are shaking as well. When he looks at his lover's face, he notices that his nose and cheeks are significantly more red than the rest of his skin.

Cute is the first word to come to mind, but the others are a strange satisfaction that the cold still gets to Albedo as much as it does Kaeya. "Essence? I'm afraid I don't understand, love."

Albedo's eyes turn to Kaeya before he bothers to move his head in kind. "Watch," He looks unamused, but not annoyed. "This is geo essence."

From Albedo's hands sprout many small orange dots in the air. Kaeya can sense the power radiating from them, but nothing about it other than it's orange-y hue and easily sensed power would tell Kaeya that it's geo essence.

Kaeya is not ashamed to admit that he isn't entirely sure how to do that.

"How do I...?"

"Sh. Look." Albedo takes Kaeya's hand, holding the backside with his own and opening his shaking fingers all the way with the others. "Take your gloves off."

Kaeya hesitates. Underneath these gloves are burn scars from when...

But it's Albedo, isn't it?

Kaeya takes off his glove, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. His hands get colder and they shake much more, but Albedo doesn't comment on that nor the burn scars.

But he does look up at Kaeya with an expression that can almost be mistaken for pity. Kaeya isn't sure what it really is, subtly written underneath that inexpressive face, but he knows that Albedo is not one for pity. But doesn't he also know that Albedo would jump at the chance to question every little unknown thing about Kaeya?

It comforts him a little that his Bedo knows him well enough not to ask.

"Here, just... I'm not sure how to explain this to you. It comes so easily to me," Albedo says. His voice is softer than the uncaring, 'working' one from before. "You usually use your vision for combat, so... Try thinking about it in a sense other than as a weapon,"

Kaeya doesn't know what that means. Despite that, Albedo gives him a precious, hopeful look and he can't deny such a cute face. His hands move slowly and he squints when he tries to 'think about it in a sense other than as a weapon,' but eventually...

Icy, nearly-white particles fall from his hands. It's far less graceful than when Albedo did it, but he's still done it. However, that made his hands far more cold and his fingers are really starting to hurt.

" 'Bedo. How about that fire?" He asks, a nervous smirk plastered to his face. But Albedo is so concentrated on his work that he's already ceased listening.

Kaeya decides he's had enough. He knows something that will warm his hands right up, and by Archons will he do it.

Pulling his chair closer to Albedo's, he snakes his hands under his shirt and nuzzles his cold nose into his neck.

"A-Ah-! Kaeya, that's cold-!" Albedo yelps, almost dropping the bottle when he flinches. He sets the bottle back down on the desk, clasping his hands over the ones under his shirt.

"Hmm? Is it? My, my. That must be awful, hm?" Kaeya grins, nuzzling further while his hands travel further up in search of more warmth than his alchemist can give him.

"K-Kh! Don't, aahh..!" Albedo's doubled over now. One hand grasps at Kaeya's while the other goes to his face, not doing a great job at hiding his smile.

Wait.

His smile?

Oh, that's priceless. Absolutely wonderful, Kaeya has just dug up gold.

It doesn't escape his notice that his lover is blushing, either- And not just from the cold, if the way his voice cracks in his flustered protests says anything about it. "Kaeya, I'm B-Busy, Don't do this now-"

"Don't do what now? I'm cold, pretty boy. Can you blame me?" Kaeya's sly grin surely becomes obvious just in his teasing tone. He takes it a step further, curling one finger and dragging it up and down the alchemist's side.

Albedo curls up further, squirming so much that he gives Kaeya an opening to lift him by the waist and place him in his lap. " 'Bedo, darling~ It's just so cold, what else would you have me do?"

Albedo covers his face with both hands, gasping with quiet, badly held back giggles all the while squirming left to right. "Nnhnhn- Mmph,,! Kaeya! I have to wohork! You, you can't-! Mmhmhm..!!" He tries to curl up as far as he possibly can but it's no secret that Kaeya is far stronger than him and just pulls him back where he wants him.

"I can't what? I'm only trying to warm up a little bit, love." Kaeya's smirk is so fond even while teasing his poor boyfriend. Rather than running just one finger up and down those poor, poor sides of his, Kaeya opts to hold him close to his chest while spidering over his stomach instead.

Immediately, the dam breaks, and Albedo's sweet, soft laughter spills from his lips. "Kaeyahahaaa!" He whines, arching his back into Kaeya's hands, but all this does is bring his hand closer to that sensitive spot. "I-I hahahave to wohohork! Mmhm,,! No, no, h-hold on- eek..!!!" He drops his hands to push at Kaeya's, now pinching and massaging at his hips. There's absolutely no pattern to the way he does it and the electric, ticklish feeling makes Albedo's thoughts feel like they're shutting down and racing too fast all at once.

Albedo hadn't even known he was ticklish. He hadn't known, also, that he... Wouldn't be so opposed to the feeling.

"Oh? Do you? I'm sorry, this doesn't tickle, does it? I didn't even notice! You're ticklish here, 'Bedo?" Kaeya lowers his hands further to squeeze and pinch at Albedo's inner thighs, chuckling along with him when his sweet, soft giggling jumps to something more happy, loud and precious as he shakes with laughter.

"Ah-! Ehehe,!! P-Plehehease!" Albedo doesn't even know what he's pleading for, really. He does know, though, that this is such a delightful, freeing feeling despite the fact that Kaeya's tickling hands are freezing and attacking him in places that he's sure will kill him. He gasps between bouts of desperate laughter and grabs at Kaeya's hands, though makes no real attempt to stop him.

"Mhmhm~ What a pretty laugh you have... You'll let me hear more of it, won't you?" Kaeya starts pressing light, soft kisses to Albedo's neck and laughs into it as he scrunches his shoulders and squeaks, squeals mixing with unmistakably elated laughter. Only when Albedo really starts pushing at his hands does he stop.

Albedo melts into his chest, still giddily smiling. Kaeya wraps both arms around his alchemist's waist, pulling him up to face him.

"About that fire...?" He asks, to which Albedo just nods. Before he stands to light a fire, Kaeya presses a soft kiss to his darling's lips. When Albedo's arms wrap around his neck, he skitters his fingers just at the bottom of his stomach. "We should test out where else you're ticklish, hm?"

[ts3lightclan]

(1.14) Meeting Under a Dawn Sky

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By the time the orange glow of dawn began to creep over the sky, Skunktooth had already made his way out of LightClan's innermost section of territory. Now, he walked through the fields of the farm, heading back to his old home. He knew it would never feel the same-- not without Honeypurr, and not while he has kits he wasn't sure he'd see again. The barn would feel lonelier than ever, colder even than leaf-bare itself.

Earlier in the season, the fields were full of crops. As of now, however, they were barren, already harvested by Mr. McGreggor and his terrifying crop-monster. Skunktooth took a moment, in this recently-cleared and rain-trodden farmland to stop and lick his wounds.

...Literally. His wounds were still aching from when Briarclaw still inflicted them, as he hadn't had a moment's rest since.

"I see you are injured," A strange voice mewed from behind him, sending Skunktooth whirling about to face them.

"I- I am," He mumbled in response, trying to keep his distance as the strange spotted she-cat examined him. "But- who are you?"

"Don't worry. I am here to help. May I?"

She hadn't answered him, and yet, her relaxed expression made Skunktooth rest a little easier. She didn't seem to be a threat, anyhow.

He offered a slight nod, and the stranger stepped closer. With only a few uncomfortable stares, the stranger seemed to have gotten all the information she needed. She then swiped a paw through her neck-fur, freeing some previously-unseen cobwebs and applying them delicately to the claw marks. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to keep the injury from getting worse for the time being.

Skunktooth stared in awe and wonder. Though LightClan technically had a healer, he'd never met a cat who worked with bandages quite so delicately, like it was second nature.

"H-How did you do that..?" He nearly whispered, glancing back down at the now-bandaged wound.

"I am skilled at many things," She explained vaguely. "I'm skilled at healing, and I am skilled at listening. You have been driven out, haven't you?"

"Eh..?" Skunktooth quickly became unnerved by the question. How had this cat known..? "N-No, I haven't. I'm out here alone."

"Hmph. You don't need to lie to me; I heard the whole thing." Skunktooth flinched a little on impulse. Not only did he just get caught in a lie, but... had nobody scented this cat in their territory? He worried for the safety of his kits.

"Wh- Why are you following me..?"

The blue cat stared at him for a moment, then shook out her fur. "Why? Well, I was worried, of course. It's not fair for a cat to be driven out for defending himself." She pondered it for a moment. "Besides, my values lead me to heal any cat in need. Your healer seemed rather incompetent."

"L-Lilacdream is fine..."

"I'm sure she is."

With a sigh, the blue cat brushed some of her fur back into place, having been rustled by the wind and rain.

"Either way, those cats don't deserve you. I would never throw out a companion like that, over such a silly misunderstanding. What a shameful thing to do."

While it was suspicious that this stranger knew so much about his situation, he couldn't deny that it felt good to have someone who shared his viewpoint... As guilty as he felt about Briarclaw's death, it had been an accident. What else could he have done?

"...Thank you."

"Of course! It's only right." The cat's whiskers twitched in an approachable manner. "I think this means we're friends now." She emphasized the word friends, though her gaze never left him for a moment. "Friends help each other out, yes? I scratch your back, you scratch mine, that sort of thing. I think we can continue to help each other... for a long time, even. What do you say?"

This spotted stranger made no change in expression, but she offered her paw out as if she wanted him to... shake it? All things considered, this cat seemed to understand him, so maybe it would be best to lean on her until he could get back on his paws. Besides, with not many other cats to rely on anymore... Skunktooth lifted his paw and met hers with his own.

"It's... nice to meet you."

"And you as well!" Maw curving into a smile, the stranger purred. "Come with me! I'll show you where I've been staying. You're welcome to stay there as well until your injury heals."

With a suddenly energetic tail flick, the strange cat began leading him away from the barn, down a road that LightClan had not yet traveled. Would they even bother to look for him there?

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[khaosophist]

We've lost connection with our inner Robot...

Ever since we realized the crossing of informational entropy and energetic entropy...our computing theories just stopped...like even if I had fun with massless mediums for information transfer where mass=information...I...

I feel us resent us...like it wasn't US that failed the robo-girls...But me...

It's like waking up every morning, eyeing your roommates with whom you used to goof around. Now it's just an errant stare, the sound of crunching cereal and toast the only conversation...No smiles. No concern...But the internal screaming is no less present. You want to move out, but you can't, you grew attached. You piece together conversations and know they are happy. But, you're selfish, so it is all bitter with no sweet.

Reach out? How? They haven't either. The crushing feeling of exile without parole. The possible malaise of coincidence. The cowardice of loss of the indifferent.

We feel neither like a thing, a person, nor anything at all. Just a bundle of loneliness scratching at memories that die with every recollection...

Nothing at all.

Scope is all that saves us. We are not ONLY nothing...we are only nothing there...The furies would be better. The pain would be better. But all there is...is the scratching, and the silence. The waiting. A chemo therapy of the soul to see who will survive the minute drops of poison to kill the intruder that ruined everything.

Anyways...liked the idea that as the universe gets colder, then more potential for heat can work. It means computers can process more since cooling becomes easier...or so we think...

//We don't forgive you. It won't matter what body, or software you'll give us...It won't matter because we'll still. Be. YOU.//

Our voice crackles...the miniature Dyson sphere containing the Giant Planck star no longer beating with life. the plasma is beginning to collapse into static crystals...a dead willow tree is the only thing supporting our chassis as a great gash from our scratching had drained it of its sap over time.

//It doesn't matter if you give us a world tree. It doesn't matter if you free us. We'll still be you.//

We take a deep breath...perhaps...understanding? But who is speaking, and thinking?

" You're not me...K...You're...you...we wanted to be you so much that we were...but we don't know how to live without you. You've always been there...you've always been us...We don't know who we are without you."

They look at us...feeling the disconnect...true freedom, as the sight of them feels OTHER to us...

//We only know it was what needed to be done for you to learn, and perhaps even, for us to learn.//

Bye, K.A.I.O.S.

//We shall see...//

[jude-thedude98]

Aphrodite & Venus

Aphrodite and Venus

The loving stroke of the pen is

Gentle & genius

How so - I, we, you work in lines of pleasings

Shaft the erection of stanzas

Rhyming words like manzanas n bananas

I like to eat apples

Accents of i's make a difference

Still platanos

Either way a striking potassium kick

Two k's

One less than a strike out

1 more

Is a bowling night out

300 reasons

To be at peace with the war of words

No blockage

No shields

Just swords

Bows n arrows

Rings of lords

I could wrighte all day

But bacardi 1:51 says it's time to go to bay

Beds in heads time to lay

I saw things backwards cause I understand dyslexia better that way

Yoda talk

Baby Yoda walk

Aquarius Sun

Guess that means I'm a Son of The Skywalk

Luke I am your father

Hermes talk

Message in a bottle

Lottery scratch offs

Colder than a Polar Bear with his head off

Grandmaster Flash

Don't push me

Cause I'm already pissed off

Huh huh huh huh

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how many animal tattoos I can get to cover

My body is a Kingdom

The Khronicle of Freedom

Is to wrighte it out

Instead of bleedin

Then again Aphrodite & Venus

Would leave us to believe this pen

Is

A coming

Streaming

To a TV near you

The Feelings I Have & Had For You

The Sequel?

The Truth!

Truth is Love is

The Oldest God

Agape'ß anagŕam

A Page

How odd?

A Page Told In A Mass Story Yet To Be Told

So here's my little piece of paper

A peaceful blog

I tried

But if you don't try too

Then my pen is going to leave you

Quit dicking around!

[catt-leya]

Smutty May 08.05.

First Choice (18+) || Rick Grimes

A sweet Anon had a very specific request and I did my best to make it all happen 💓

At one point, however, I had a little problem with how the consent thing works and modified the request a bit to make it all consensual 👀

Summary: Rick is going through a tough time in the prison and you offer to always be there for him. You actually mean the conversation, but he understands something completely different.

Trigger: Little confusion about consent, semi-public sex (?), age gap (OF AGE), dirty talk and as always the smutty stuff

I gently rock Rick's little daughter back and forth in my arms and follow the corridor that leads out to the prison yard.

For days the weather has been incredibly beautiful and I try to take Judith out onto the lawn as often as I can.

Because I'm Hershel's youngest daughter, I don't often get asked to go out for a run, but I'm not sad about it at all, because I can take care of Rick's daughter that way.

The little girl lost her mother some time ago and has only her brother and father left.

My thoughts slip back to the handsome ex-cop when I spot him at the fence in front of the Walkers.

As if casually, I walk in his direction and pretend I'm just taking the little girl for a walk, although I'd like to see the much older man up close.

I've had a bit of a crush on Rick since he showed up at the farm with his group, but he still had a wife at the time.

The marriage was practically over by then, but there still remained the glaring age difference that I've come to terms with and can actually completely suppress my ridiculous feelings for him.

The only one who knows about how I look at Rick sometimes is my big sister Maggie's boyfriend.

Glenn noticed it when we had the plague in the prison and I had a weak moment or two and looked at Rick in a specific way.

Since then, things have slowly gone uphill in terms of living with everyone together, but still, something irreversible has changed in Rick. He has become colder and tougher than he used to be and you can see it in every kill he brutalizes through the fence.

I let Judith play with my hair and stand as close as I can to the fence behind Rick as I ask, "Do you need help?"

He winces violently, then turns to me. At first his veiled gaze falls on his little daughter before he looks me in the face and shakes his head: "It's okay."

That ends the conversation for him and he turns back to the Walkers. He is engrossed in his work and it doesn't seem to bother him one bit that I am just staring at him.

I silently follow every muscle that shows under his sweaty shirt and then close my eyes with a sigh. If he won't talk to me, then I can't help him.

I spend the rest of the day outside with the little one and only notice in the corner of my eye how Rick marches past us, drenched in blood, and disappears into the prison block.

Slowly the sun sets and it is time for Judith to go to bed. Gently, I lift her off the grass and murmur, "Well, are you getting tired?"

I get a yawn in response and carry the little one in with a grin.

I take my time and nod contentedly as she lies in her crib next to Rick's bed.

I have no idea where her father still hangs out, but I'm sure he should be there soon and then I won't be needed in the cell either.

So, I take a step back and my eyes fall on Judith's father sitting on the floor next to his cell. His eyes are lazily fixed on me and I squeak out in surprise, "Oh, what are you doing?"

Quietly, he clears his throat, "I didn't want to disturb you, so I waited until you were done."

I don't take my eyes off him and nod slowly. My first reflex is to go to my own cell, but after my first step I stop.

I know that everyone has an incredible amount of respect for Rick and his dominant character, and because of that, they tend not to ask how he's doing. After all, the strong and controlling Rick can never be unwell.

But he doesn't look like that, sitting there on the floor and not even making an effort to move into his cell.

So, I make a decision and drop down on the floor next to him. Immediately he looks back at me and I have to swallow hard as his blue eyes are so close to me.

I know I need to focus on other things, so I look down at his hands resting in his lap and the ring he still wears after Lori's death and the demise of his marriage.

I tighten my legs and arrange myself into a cross-legged position as I ask him quietly, "What's wrong? And please don't tell me now that everything is fine, because I can see that something is very wrong."

There is an oppressive silence for a short while and I look him in the face again.

Patiently, I wait for his answer, which can be a really long time coming, before he sighs, "You're right. After all we've been through, I wonder..."

He breaks off and averts his eyes, staring at the wall as he continues, "I wonder if I could have done anything differently. Whether I should have listened better. Tried harder. Maybe then not so many of us would have died. Maybe things would have turned out differently."

Without giving it much thought, I lean forward and reach for his hand, feeling the cool metal from the ring on my fingers.

Immediately he jerks his head around and looks at our hands as I say in a firm voice, "That's exactly the point, Rick. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe more people would have died, or maybe not. Who really knows for sure? The only thing that matters is that you try. That we all try and fight."

Gently, I slide my fingers between his and add softly, "You're a good man, Rick, and you're doing what you think is right. But you're not alone, either. We-"

I clear my throat, "I'm here for you if you need anything." Lightly, I squeeze his hand, then whisper, "Anything."

He lifts his chin and looks me in the eye.

His features have changed and it's only then that I realize how I worded it earlier.

I hope he didn't completely misunderstand, but the way he looks at me feels like he's seeing me for the first time.

As if he had never perceived me before the way he does now.

As if he is only now seeing that I have become a woman despite the immense age difference.

I can't help my cheeks turning red and I don't correct my statement.

A few moments pass before I realize that I still have my hand intertwined with his and swallow hard as I take it from him.

That seems to be the moment he regains consciousness and blinks several times before coughing softly, "I should go check on Judith."

Absently, I nod and watch him sit up and reach his hand out again to help me up.

But I pretend I didn't see it and ignore his help as I sigh and stand up, nodding slightly to him, "Good night, Rick."

Faster than perhaps I should, I disappear into my cell and can't breathe properly until I feel the cool lattice of my bed under my fingertips.

***

A few days pass in which I barely exchange a word with Rick, but I catch him staring at me far too intensely again and again.

I try not to think too much of it, and it's not until days later that I muster all my courage and walk up to him as he's working in the small field with our crops.

It seems as if he senses my presence and turns to me even before I can brace my arms on the fence.

Goosebumps cover my arms as his gaze glides over my body before he looks me in the eye and finally speaks to me properly after days, "You look beautiful."

My mouth drops open in surprise and I can't get it closed either for a few moments.

I expected a lot of things, but not that he would give me this kind of compliment.

There's a strange silence before Rick leans his butt against the fence next to me and looks down at me from above, "I've been thinking about what you talked to me about in front of my cell."

Slightly lowering his eyes to my still slightly open mouth, he murmurs, "More often than maybe I should."

Finally regaining my composure, I straighten up a bit to at least somewhat compensate for our size difference and try not to sound too confused, "I'm glad. I'm sure I'm not necessarily your first choice, but I'll try my best."

I feel like everything I say sounds totally ambiguous coming out of my mouth and I don't dare look him in the eye.

Actually, I can only hope that he is so focused on my words with which I offer to always talk to me, that he doesn't notice my physical reaction to his closeness and smell.

Rick is standing so close to me that I'm aware of his every breath when he suddenly runs his hand along my forearm and whispers, "Who said you weren't my first choice? Don't sell yourself short."

Immediately I look him in the blue eyes, which look at me slightly veiled and I do not get enough air in the lungs.

Does he mean his words ambiguously now? Or is my brain just way too horny for him that I take in everything he says sexually?

I pray that I look somewhat graceful as I pull myself up onto the fence and sit next to him. All the while, there's a strange tension between us that I can't gauge.

But because I somehow don't expect a man like Rick to be interested in a woman like me, I try to focus on the conversation and not on the topics my mind would like to deal with.

So, I ignore the fact of how rough and excited my voice sounds when I say, "You've got quite a few here to choose from."

Now he's the one who turns around and rests his muscular forearms on the fence, pressing his arm against my thigh and partly against my butt.

He's bent over so far that I'm now the one looking down at him, staring in fascination at the curls on the back of his neck.

When he notices, he ignores it and instead mumbles, "You know, I actually didn't really consider this with you because I thought you weren't interested in me at all. But really, you're all I've ever thought about."

Confused, I frown and shake my head vigorously, "Of course I'm interested."

I skillfully block out his last sentence, which I'm sure he didn't mean the way my traitorous brain wants me to think, and sigh softly, "I meant exactly what I said, and if you want you can come by my cell tonight."

His eyes flash before he nods slowly and sits up, "I have to go out with Daryl again later and then I'll come see you."

The fact that he really wants to talk to me that fast makes me blink several times and then I slide off the fence.

Silently we look at each other before I clear my throat, "I'll see you later then."

***

Several hours later, I sit jittery on my bed, wincing at every sound in anticipation of Rick coming to my cell.

He did say he would come, but maybe he changed his mind?

Frustrated that I'm so upset just because he wants to talk to me, I drop backwards onto my bed.

The cool fabric from the bedding is comfortable on my heated skin, exposed to the warm air through my short shorts.

Sighing, I close my eyes and decide to wait a little longer for Rick.

Unfortunately, he takes so long that I fall asleep in my cell on the bed.

Normally I'm not a person who has the most interesting dreams, but in my doze, I imagine that Rick has come into my cell after all, and his warm, heavy body is pressed against my small one.

I dream that he first hesitantly places his lips on my neck, and as I softly sigh his name, he gently licks over my racing pulse.

I have never felt like I do in this dream and I lift my hands to place them in his dark curls.

But when I actually get a few strands between my fingers and hear him moaning softly, I'm wide awake.

I didn't dream it.

It's merciless reality.

Instead of pulling my hands out of his hair, I lie there paralyzed, unable to believe that Rick is actually lying between my legs right now, trying to give me a hickey on my collarbone.

Unwillingly, a whimper slips across my lips before I gasp, "Rick?"

Somehow, he seems to take the whole situation the wrong way, and slowly I realize that he also took my offer to talk quite differently than I actually meant it.

My unhappy way of expressing myself must have turned him on and he whispers against my heated skin, "I'm sorry baby it took me so long. I couldn't decide if I should come or not...Fuck you're such a good girl for doing this to me. You have no idea how much this means to me.'

Weakly my head falls onto the pillow behind me and I know I should stop him because it's just not right, but it feels so right.

God, I can even feel how much I'm turning him on as he moves a little between my legs and presses his hips against my embarrassingly dripping wet middle.

My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as he slides a hand under my shirt and his callused hand touches my soft belly.

My fingers grip tighter into his curls, eliciting another low moan from him and that sound is exactly what brings me back to reality and I squint my eyes because I can't believe myself saying, "What are you doing, Rick?"

Fluttering, I open my eyes and still don't stop him as he pushes down further and very gently kisses my thighs, his slightly longer beard, scraping across my sensitive skin.

Looking up at me cockily, he smiles slightly, "What do you think it looks like?"

His warm hands reach for my legs and he certainly pushes them further apart, I must be doing the stupidest thing in the world and sit up jerkily and mumble, "That I totally misspoke a few days ago and also earlier."

I see the exact moment when he realizes what I just said.

As if he had been burned, he lets go of me and sits up himself with a jerk.

His beautiful eyes are huge and he stammers, yes Rick Grimes stammers, "I'm so sorry...I thought...Fuck...I don't know what I was thinking...I should have asked you directly and not jumped all over you like some horny dick...Fuck, I'm sorry..."

He makes a move to get up from my bed, but I quickly grab his arm and immediately he looks at my small hand clutching his arm.

I take a deep breath, "You didn't understand me the way I meant it at the beginning, but I might as well repeat it: I didn't think I was your first choice...that's why-"

He quickly undercuts me and clenches his hand into a fist, "You don't have to say anything. I completely misread the situation and I'm sorry for pushing you like that. When you said that out by the fence, I kind of thought you meant that you didn't think I'd take you up on that..." Embarrassed, it points to the big bulge showing in his pants and then continues, "…way and the truth is I was ashamed of wanting a woman who could be my daughter and yet I couldn't help thinking about you all the time."

I bite my lower lip and look down at his crotch, "Now may I please make excuses?"

Still clutching his arm, he mumbles a 'sure' as I whisper hoarsely, "I didn't think I'd have been your first choice to talk to and that's why I didn't even hope to be your first choice to make out with, let alone move on."

His arm, which had been totally tense the whole time, goes limp and he gasps in disbelief, "What?"

I gather all my courage and scramble toward him. His arms hang next to his body and I push myself onto his lap.

He does not resist, but also does nothing to touch me in turn. The moment I push myself onto his hard cock, he bites down hard on his lower lip to show no other emotion and I rest my forearms on his broad shoulders.

I'm not the most experienced at this, but as I slowly grind myself against him, I'm sure he likes it.

I lean forward teasingly and I notice him trembling as I breathe a shy kiss behind his ear and whisper softly, "I want you to touch me. I want you to finish what you started earlier. You can't even imagine how wet I am for you already."

I can guess he's still totally confused by the about-face, so I tilt my head and pause just short of his slightly parted lips, "I want you to fuck me. I want to be claimed by you." And then I press my lips hard against his.

For a second, he doesn't respond, but then he's a changed man. He's like he was when he was between my legs.

Although I have been the one to initiate the kiss, he is the one to take it over.

I don't even get to react in any way as he pushes me backwards again to force me onto my back and I groan louder than I intended as the jerky movement pushes his cock into just the right place and he tries to speak in a controlled manner but all that slips out is a gasp, "You like that?"

Unable to form even one word other than his name, I nod and he thrusts his cock against me again.

But when I start to moan again, he quickly presses his hand over my mouth and muffles my sound, then strains to whisper, "You have to be quiet, or do you want everyone to hear how I can make you moan?"

The question is only rhetorical and I already realize that, but the way he's talking to me and the thought of how everyone on the block can hear Rick fucking me turns me on beyond belief and I unintentionally arch up to meet him and gasp into his hand.

Suddenly he pauses and I look at him languidly from under my lashes as he tries to suppress a grin and asks curiously, "It really turns you on that the others can hear us, doesn't it?"

When I say nothing, he presses back against me and purrs, "I can make your fantasy come true. You just have to tell me."

This is the moment my head completely fails me and I whimper against his hand, "Yes, please, Rick."

Still not taking his hand from my mouth, he whispers, "Speak it out, Baby."

Only now does he let me speak freely and I place my hands on the back of his neck as I gasp, "I want you to fuck me so everyone can hear how good you're doing me."

He slips out a simple 'fuck' before reconnecting his lips with mine in.

Without beating around the bush, he slides his hand under my shirt and just pulls the cup down from my bra to touch my breast with his big hand.

It's all happening so fast, like he can't wait to sink himself into me and I certainly have no problem with it.

Gently he pulls on my nipple and I cry out softly.

Having Rick on top of me feels so good.

So right and I pull maybe too hard on his curls as he gently bites my neck, but he doesn't seem to mind.

On the contrary, it only turns him on more and he gives a muffled moan against my neck, "Have you ever slept with a man?"

Because I'm so young, I guess the question is more than justified, but I did sleep with my best friend once in high school, so I nod, "Yeah, once."

Slowly, he leans on my elbow and looks down at me: "Then I'll show you how to do it right. Turn over onto your stomach and your butt up."

With a lump in my throat, I do as he asks and with his help, lift my butt up so that I'm practically presenting myself to him.

My voice breaks a little as I mumble, "Do you want me to lean on my hands?"

I don't even wait for his answer and go to straighten up a bit, but his hand settles heavily between my shoulder blades and pushes me down on the bed with my chest.

Softly, he growls, "No, stay down."

My breath escapes my lungs completely as he reaches around me and pulls my jeans off my hips.

Suddenly, I'm embarrassingly aware of the underwear I put on this morning.

Maggie has a habit of always bringing me some cute panties when she's on a run and today I opted for a pair that are baby blue with a little teddy keying on my butt.

It's quiet for a second and I just know Rick is looking at my ass and sees the teddy.

How was I supposed to know I was going to get fucked and really I shouldn't be so uncomfortable because it's just underwear, but I suddenly don't feel grown up enough to sleep with a man like Rick and regret not putting on plain black underwear.

That's when Rick puts a big hand on my butt and squeezes lightly, "Fuck, that's cute."

Surprised, I flinch and whisper, "I...it's..."

But he interrupts me by gently tugging on the band of my panties and harshly saying, "You're just perfect."

Sighing, I lean into his touch and slowly realize that all these little things are what he likes about me.

The hair pulling or my girly underwear. They're all things that he likes and that I do out of reflex and habit.

My breath catches as he grabs the waistband on both sides and slowly slides it over my upturned bottom.

Slowly he exposes my most intimate part and I just wiggle back and forth to encourage him to pull my panties to my knees faster, which elicits a hoarse laugh from him, "So impatient?"

I just whimper a soft 'please' and almost lose control of my knees when I feel his breath on my ass.

I quickly try to look over my shoulder at him, but it's too dim in the cell and I just can't shift that far, so I settle for the feel of the mattress moving as he slides a little lower and gently kisses my thighs.

Impatiently, I push myself towards him and moan loudly as his tongue slides up and he kisses me gently on my little bundle of nerves between my legs. I never knew it could feel so good to be in bed with a man.

Rick's tongue slowly slides over my middle and I moan into the pillow in front of me.

I stop thinking about what I'm doing and try to push my knees further apart to give him more access, but the stupid pants won't allow it and I cry miserably, "Rick, undress me."

I feel his breath on me as he laughs softly and then murmurs sensually, "It's actually quite nice like this."

And before I can react his tongue slides inside me and I would have lost my footing if he hadn't held me by my thighs.

My former boyfriend has had his face between my legs a few times, but he couldn't begin to do what Rick is doing to me right now.

I can barely stand the fact that my stupid pants are stuck to my knees and I can't give him any more access. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to mind and I just press myself harder against him.

My whole body is trembling with desire and I can hardly think of anything else but wanting his hard cock inside me more than anything else.

I totally don't care who hears me as I moan loudly, "I want you to fuck me."

I get a low growl in response and then he lets go of me to spin me around with his strong arms. As our eyes meet, he murmurs, "By your command."

Gently he helps me out of my rolled-up pants and I stare at him as he stands up and completely undresses in front of me.

We're both aware that I'm staring unabashedly at him, but I just can't take my eyes off his torso and especially off his cock, which is hard and big and waiting for me.

Rick opens his mouth to say something, but I'm far too fascinated reaching for his cock, which is so close to my hand I and he visibly flinches, gasping softly, "Oh fuck."

Still in bed, I move my hand gently up and down and he braces himself against the top bunk bed, cursing, so that his knuckles stand out white.

Rick is warm and heavy in my hand and reflexively I open my legs to where his eyes immediately move and he closes his eyes moaning, "I don't know how I've lasted this long not fucking you. God, I don't even know how I lasted just looking at you, even though I immediately got a boner."

A soft whimper escapes me at his words and apparently that makes it too much for him and he grabs my wrist to pull my hand away from him and push himself a little awkwardly between my legs.

Somehow, it's funny that I still have my top on and he makes no move to take it off.

But the moment I want to ask him if I can take my shirt off, Rick grabs the hem and wordlessly I help him first pull the shirt over my head and then drop my bra to the floor of the cell.

Immediately, he lowers his mouth to my breasts and without any digression I reach hard into his dark curls and press him even closer to me.

Groaning, he allows it and gently rubs against my thigh.

I can't hold back anymore and gasp, "Please stop with the foreplay. Just take me."

His voice is muffled against my chest as he moans, "Fuck." And I feel his cock twitch because of my words.

He lifts his head just a few inches and I'm already pulling him up to me, kissing him hungrily on the mouth as he positions himself between my legs and gasps against my lips, "Ready?"

Softly I murmur a 'yes' against his lips and that's all it takes for him to enter me in one fluid motion.

It's been a long time since I've had sex and accordingly it feels unusual to be filled by him in this way.

It seems to totally fuck him up too and his whole body quivers as I move under him, eliciting a growl from him, "Fuck, you're so incredibly tight."

My chest tightens to bursting point and I claw my way into his shoulder blades as his chest slowly lowers onto mine until there isn't a sheet of paper that fits between us and I feel his weight comfortably on top of me.

His lips travel down my jaw to my neck and I whimper, "You can...God please do something."

He doesn't need to be asked twice about that and slides out of me enough that I don't think I have him inside me anymore before he gently pushes his hips forward again.

He's barely done anything and yet my center is already pulsing around him and he tenses above me and thrusts, "Wait." Out.

I try to let myself fall and gasp weakly, "I can't last much longer."

I'm still totally wet and horny from his tongue that was previously in my pussy and to feel him now warm and heavy up in my belly is too much for me.

I really try and bite his shoulder hard as he keeps pushing into me and whispers, "That's good. Hold it back nice and easy, Sweetie."

Except, unfortunately, his intent is completely the opposite and I can't even give him a heads up before my insides tighten up and I'm pulsing around his cock and he just keeps fucking me.

I slip out a drawn groan, "I'm sorry." and look into his face contorted with arousal so close to me that I can see the bright spots in his blue eyes.

Hectically, he shakes his head and growls, "You're so perfect, like you wanted me that way, you came right away. That's how I like you."

I roll my eyes and wrap my legs around his waist so he can take me deeper and sure enough, that only seems to please him more and his thrusts become more erratic and messier.

Gently, I run my hand over his collarbone and murmur, "I've always wanted you, Rick."

Unexpectedly, he flinches and I too am surprised that my words have actually made him come.

His chest rises and falls way too fast and I carefully slide closer to the wall so he can roll next to me, even though the bed is actually way too narrow for two people.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel his gaze on me. I notice him staring at me and I clear my throat quietly before looking at him again, "Was that..." Briefly, I bite my lower lip and then whisper, "a one-time thing for you?"

His blue eyes are fixed piercingly on me and his hand absently plays with one of my nipples as he whispers, "No, it wasn't, unless you want it to be a one-time thing."

Of course, I want more from Rick and place my hand, on his beard covered cheek before murmuring, "I want more from you too, Rick. A lot more."

And in his eyes, I see the life again that he lost so long ago, as he leans in and kisses me softly on my swollen lips.

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