#me straining against the urge to say 'this is one of his best looks' every single time he's on screen

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Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1.03

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The Other Side

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

Satoru doesn’t want to go home. 

There’s an unbearable pressure within those walls, pushing further and further in until he feels his cheeks touch the cold surfaces. Within himself, there’s also a pressure pushing further and further out, and he’s worried he’ll burst at the seams, stuffing flying out, leaving only a voice box that echoes an apology on repeat. 

He hates disappointing people. Despises that shaking of heads, the hands on the hips, and that disapproving gaze which penetrates the message that he isn’t good enough to his very soul. And he loathes even more the fact that you do none of that. Instead, you smile. 

It doesn’t reach your eyes, doesn’t make your cheeks all round or teeth to be on display. Having lived a couple decades now, Satoru’s aware of the polite customs of humans; the harmless ‘how are ya’ and ‘looking good’ that no one really means, and no one ever responds to. So, he knows when you’re simply fulfilling your role, doing what you think is best. 

Your favourite colour, the shape of your body, biggest fears and weaknesses are all things he might not know, or rather does not remember, but he does know that you cry yourself to sleep at night. 

He knows that because he stands outside your door, fist just about to hit the wood but something always holds him back. There’s an instinct inside that urges him out of bed, feet padding on the floor, and begs him to say something, anything. Even if it is just to ask if you’re okay. 

But Satoru doesn’t. Because he knows it’s stupid. Of course, you’re not okay, who would be?

And he’s selfish. 

He wants to protect himself from that cataclysmic ache in his chest that comes from witnessing you try to hold back tears, for him. The way it makes your eyes red and your lashes to flutter, bottom lip quivering. It’s all his fault, he knows that. How dare he get hit by a curse? 

How could he possibly call himself the strongest if he had been so weak as to destroy himself, and you, his wife? Or rather, old Gojo’s wife. 

No, you’re still his. 

That’s what the ring on his left hand says. He has to remind himself of that.

“You should go home, Satoru.”

She sits beside him, sipping from her glass, as they loiter by the bar. They’ve been there for hours, making idle small talk about nothing in particular. Their history is long but has been severed for years now, even before his memory loss. Satoru doesn’t really know why he asked to meet up; it’s wrong to see your ex-girlfriend as a married man, he’s aware. 

But he just needed to speak to someone he’s close to, someone who knew him intimately, as a partner, so that he can navigate this new reality he woke up to months ago. No one else would understand because they’re your friends too, and they’ll be disappointed in his choices, he’s sure. 

He sighs. “Would she even want to see me?”

“Of course, she does. She loves you. Even if it hurts, she’ll still want to see you come home, safe and sound.”

Satoru sighs again, a deeper, more strained exhale. He already knows the right answer, but as strong and experienced a fighter as he is, at the very core of his character, he’s still a coward. Was the Old Him braver? Is that what you loved about him? Is that why you can’t bear to be too close to New Him?

Tracing the rim of his glass and watching the liquid shake, he ponders his situation. He does that a lot these days, just thinking and mulling and wondering. Sometimes, he finds himself reaching for your hand at the dinner table, his eyes searching for yours first in every crowded room, and in bed, he’ll be woken up by his arm yearning for your body only to find nothing.

He doesn’t know what all of that means. 

And he supposes, without his memories, none of it matters. Even if he does press his lips against yours like he finds himself daydreaming, you’ll still be kissing the wrong man. Because you fell in love with a more mature, wiser, loving man. And what stands before you every day is but a cheap replica of that, all hollow and dull. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he acquiesces, and then, almost like an afterthought, he asks, “Do you think I’ll ever get my memories back? That should fix everything, right?”

His companion hums, fiddling with her hair as they both watch the people pass by. 

“Maybe. But I think it’s important you prepare for the possibility that you’ll never get it back. That’s just as likely, don’t you think?”

Satoru shrugs. It’s not the answer he was hoping to hear, though it certainly is what he was expecting. Truth is, he doesn’t think it’s possible; it all feels just a little too late, like you’ve all already strapped into the car, it’s speeding towards a cliff, and you know the height is too great. 

The gold band shines under the lights, and it feels hot on his finger, like a brand. It kind of itches the more he thinks about it, but he doesn’t dare take it off. Fiddle as he might, it’s a part of him, representing his past, present and future. He finds no fear in that. 

His phone pings. It’s you. You’re asking when he’s coming home. 

His chest aches again. You’re alone, at home, sat on the sofa wondering where your husband is, and Satoru’s trying to find him, for you. Even if it means losing himself, disappearing into the void, and being held up on strings by a different version of him, a better version. 

Of course, he won’t find the love of your life at the bottom of a glass, and certainly not at a bar with another woman. But he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s flipped through the photo albums, watched all the videos -- the wedding ones, and the ones on his phone, where you’re reading, and you have no idea he’s filming you. You laugh and he finds himself, at night, holding the speaker of his phone up to his ear to listen to it again and again, his lips twitching.

You weren’t laughing at him nor were you laughing for him. But he ultimately doesn’t care, because he gets to hear it, nonetheless. And he wants to hear it again and again.

It’s wrong to fall in love with someone else’s wife, wrong to wear someone else’s shoes, and someone else’s ring, and wrong to walk in someone else’s house. Though, it all technically belongs to him. None of it is right; he’s living the life meant for someone else. And if Satoru was a better man, a kinder, more fair man, he would work harder to give it back.

But Gojo Satoru is none of those things, not in this moment. No, right now, he’s settled into the role of a selfish man. Because he’s decided he wants this life, and he wants it with you. Even after all the pain, the anxiety, the grief, you’re still asking where he is, still craving his presence. And even though you’re not his and he doesn’t know you the way he should, he still thinks of home as being with you. 

Does that mean he loves you?

He doesn’t know. But he wants to find out.

So, he pushes his chair back and says goodbye to his friend, strolling out of the bar without looking back. Whether or not he gets his memory back, doesn’t matter. Not really. He can’t keep waiting for that to happen, to keep your life and his on standby, praying for a miracle to come. It’s not fair on anyone. You, especially. 

Whatever happens, he’ll deal with it. He always has. He’s Gojo Satoru, for goodness’ sake. He’ll bear the consequences, face your disappointment, and your tears however many times he has to, until you’re seeing him for who he is. 

Not the Him from before, or the Him that he could be, but the Him that you have. 

The one he’s offering. 

He just hopes it’s good enough.

[moonstruckme]

our girl with the emt!marauders is constantly in pain lol. how would you feel maybe writing about one of the boys getting hurt for a change? she gets called to take whoever home! it can be funny cuz it’s usually her ass who needs saving. (only if it’s tickling that writin itch)

Thanks for requesting babe!

cw: back injury

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

Sirius is already hobbling out of the front door when you pull up at the curb, James hovering beside him like he’s about to keel over and Remus walking behind them both with a worried indent between his brows. 

“Hey.” Sympathy bends your voice as James opens the door for him. Sirius grimaces, slowly lowering himself into the passenger seat. “Wow, I didn’t expect it to be this bad. You can’t straighten up at all?” 

“Nope,” James answers for him. He comes around to your side of the car and leans through the open window for a kiss. “He’s strained a muscle in his lower back. Only thing to do right now is rest and ice it.” 

Remus passes Sirius his seatbelt before he can reach for it himself. “Try to keep still,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss across his temple before looking at you. “Please try to drive extra carefully so he doesn’t hurt himself, love. And don’t let him do anything at home.” 

“This has got to be the first time I’ve been asked not to help out around the house,” Sirius teases. “I’d like to use my current privileges to extend this dish-doing ban indefinitely, please.” 

You find yourself in agreement. Is Remus really worried about Sirius rushing home to do chores? Just last week you had to show him where you keep the broom. You’ve lived together for over a year. 

Your dubiousness must show on your face, because James laughs and says, “He’s already injured himself worse by trying to put the moves on Remus.” 

“Hardly my fault,” Sirius says dismissively. “He’s very tall, have you noticed? I don’t have the proper equipment for mountain climbing.” 

You snort, and he grins, a true show of resilience by a soldier down. 

“I won’t let him do anything,” you tell Remus solemnly. 

“Thanks, lovie.” James plants another kiss on your cheek, rounding the car to lead Remus back inside. “Rest and ice,” he reminds you. “Keep an eye on him!” 

“I twinge something in my back and suddenly it’s like I’m not even allowed to speak for myself,” Sirius gripes.

You laugh, putting the car into gear. “Welcome to my world.” 

You take Remus’ cautioning very seriously, drifting into all your stops and easing slowly around each turn. The drive takes about twice as long as it usually would, but there are no incidents. When you get home, you do your best to give Sirius the princess treatment the boys always give you when you’re injured or ailing; you insist on opening his door for him and helping him inside, you set up a mountain of pillows to support the ice pack behind his back, and you put the remote in his hand so he can choose something to watch while you make the both of you lunch. 

“I feel very lame,” Sirius says as you come back with sandwiches and drinks. It’s a repetition of the same complaint you heard every time you started to slow down for a turn or glanced over to check on him during the drive here. “But I will say, this luxury service is starting to make up for things.” 

“Really?” You grin at him. “You’re not experiencing any urges to get out the vacuum or lift heavy things?” 

“Oddly enough, no.” 

“Crazy.” You take a bite of your sandwich, cozying up on the other side of the couch to watch the film he’s chosen. 

“You know,” Sirius drawls, “I realize I’m making this all look very easy, but I wouldn’t reject a cuddle.” 

You turn, and your boyfriend is looking over at you with a raised brow. You smile sheepishly. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He scoffs. “Sweetheart, if I’m too injured to cuddle, they may as well put me down. C’mere.” 

You scoot to the other side of the couch, curling into your boyfriend’s side but covertly leaning your weight against the back cushion instead. 

“Better.” Sirius kisses the top of your head firmly. 

“We probably shouldn’t tell Rem and Jamie about this.” 

“Oh no. When they get home, the story is that I was miserable being laid up all day and didn’t enjoy it at all. God forbid I have to do it again tomorrow.”

[littlemelaninfics]

Hi! I see you write for Bill Skarsgard and characters. I was wondering if I could request Eric Draven being a complete and totally pleasure Dom and he ends up putting you into subspace for the first time.

Excuse me, I need a moment 🥴

“Kneel for me.” 

You obediently sank to your knees in front of your dom, your head tilting back as your hair was harshly yanked by the god above you before he filled your pretty mouth with his cock. 

That had been hours ago. Now, you were spread out with your wrists and ankles bound to your metal bed frame. Your back arched, a strained cry leaving your lips as Eric landed a slap to your abused cunt. 

“Hold it. I didn’t say you could come again.” He snarled, feeling you get close for the fourth time that night. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered softly, trying to keep yourself from coming as his deep thrusts nailed your cervix, making your vision spark with pain and pleasure. You yanked on the bonds that held your wrists, desperate to grab him and drag your nails down his back or pull him close to you. 

“Shh, just relax and take it, baby,” Eric nipped at your shoulder, disapproving of your attempts to struggle against his ties. You tried to still, and as you looked up at your Master, you felt the familiar haze wash over you that blurred the lines between your fantasy and reality. 

He saw it in your eyes, the all-too-familiar look he loved to see. You were teetering on the edge of slipping into subspace, and he knew you were hesitant. 

He's proven himself time and time again, so you trusted Eric with your life and you knew that he would never let you fall or abandon you while you were in that mindset. You were constantly in charge of managing every aspect of your life both at work and school, and you so badly wanted to give yourself to him in the bedroom, but you always needed a little push.

“Don’t fight it. I'm right here.” His swollen pink lips grazed yours.

The dangerous tone that had occupied his voice all night was gone as his lips brushed your ear, coaxing you into subspace. Your fourth orgasm rocked through you like a tidal wave, Eric’s skilled fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit as he kept his forceful thrusts. 

Euphoria flooded your body as you went stiff as stone. Somehow making you feel weightless as pleasure overwhelmed your senses. He knew by the glassy look in your eyes that you were so far gone, floating around in subspace. When you're in subspace, you strive to be the best girl you can be for him. You had already stopped yanking against the bonds, and your body had gone almost limp below his massive frame as you relaxed.

He detached himself from your throbbing cunt, earning a small whine at not feeling full. “Don't worry. I’m not done. Hang on for me.”

He kissed your lips, softening up now that you were in a different headspace. You weren’t very good at communicating when you were like this, and it made him hesitant to be rough with you. 

“That’s my good girl,” He murmured, kissing up your chest to leave a mark on your neck for you to blush at in the morning, and him to admire. 

“I know that you have one more for me, Y/N. You’ve been so good tonight, just give me another, then you can be done.” Eric urged you, gently fingering you while stroking your g-spot and lightly pulling your clit between his teeth. 

A silent scream caught in your throat and you arched your back, your thighs trembling erratically, your muscles sore and aching from how many times you’d cum that night. You barely heard his praises, only processing your own mind-numbing pleasure. You tried to retreat your hips, but to no avail,

“Y/N, you’ve got to learn to quit fighting these.” He hummed, touching the light red marks around your wrists, and you looked up at him with pathetic doe eyes,

“M’sorry, Daddy.” You whispered, your voice barely audible. He kissed both your thighs before roughly fingering you until you were soaking his massive forearm. He leaned his head down once again and greedily slurped his favorite drink.

That's five tonight.

Once he saw the tears streaming down your face, he climbed back up your body and kissed your lips tenderly. You murmured incoherently, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you heavily. When you were yourself, you’d reach up to his hair and pull him in deeper, but now you were too fucked-out to think straight. 

He untied your limbs and sat you up enough to get behind you. You rested your head on his still damp chest. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the once chilled water and the face towel next to it. He dipped the towel and covered your forehead while telling you how good you were for him.

"I never thought I'd have the blessing of meeting someone like you and yet, here you are."

He pulled you to sit up, lifting the glass of water to your lips and supporting your head with his other hand. You opened your eyes, your gaze connecting with the deep green eyes that were full of love and adoration for you. You obediently swallowed the water he helped you drink, rehydrating your body.

Once you were relaxed enough to be moved, he lifted you off the bed and into the bathroom. He sat you on the pillow he placed on the stool before going to fill up the tub. You winced as the warm water swallowed your aching body as Eric sank down into the tub with you. You laid your head against his shoulder,

“I love you, Y/N” he said, kissing your temple as he rubbed soap over your body with his cool hands, gently massaging your sore muscles. 

“Love you,” you breathed, making him smile. 

“Can you drink some more for me, baby?” He held the glass, not quite trusting your muscle control yet. You finished the glass before he washed your hair, rubbing your scalp and pulling a pleased moan from your lips.

“Does that feel nice?” He laughed lightly, his chest vibrating against your back. You nodded, squirming as the bath water began to cool, becoming uncomfortable. 

Soon, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel and sat in front of the mirror, Eric standing behind you. He carefully ran your product through your mane, knowing you adored when he did so. It was intimate and tender, and he loved to comb through your tresses to show he loved you. This small gesture eased you back into reality so subtlety that it was a little ritual after a night like this.

“Was I good for you?” You spoke, making his eyes snap up to meet yours in the mirror. 

“Always.” He kissed the crown of your head. 

“Nice to have you back.” He spoke after several moments, his heart nearly bursting as you giggled softly. 

[theemporium]

what about landoscar 🤭🤭 one of them feeling a lil extra clingy recently and wants more attention and cant help but feel like hes left out ☹️☹️☹️☹️ abit of angst and grovelling pls!!

it didn't end up going in the grovelling route but i hope you still enjoy! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It wasn’t often Oscar felt the need to just be…held.

Lando was a different story. Everyone and their mothers knew how clingy Lando Norris was, knew that you just had to be at arm's length from the boy or be in his orbit for him to latch himself onto you. Whether it was an arm around the shoulders or thigh pressed thigh, Lando craved physical touch in a way that Oscar just never understood.

But it was never like that with him. 

He could count on one hand the number of people he felt comfortable enough to initiate any sort of physical contact with him, and even they knew he was never a huge fan of it. There was never a part of him that urged him to reach his hand out, to press his body against someone else’s, to feel the warmth of another person. 

At least, not until now.

He wasn’t even sure why. Or he did, but something about the urge to bury his face into the crook of someone’s neck felt embarrassing when the reason was because he was a little overwhelmed. Truthfully, it just felt a little pathetic. 

There was a voice in the back of his head telling him to get over himself, to just say something to either you or Lando. He knew neither of you would ever judge, that you would happily indulge him. But every time he never thought about opening his mouth, the louder voice in his head calling him pathetic told him to stay silent.

So, he did. 

But it didn’t stop the way his stomach twisted with something quite like jealousy when he saw how easy it was for you and Lando. How easy it was for Lando to tug on your hand until you fell on his lap, or for you to run your hand through his hair. How easy it was for Lando to ask for a hug and cling onto you, or for you to ask for a quick peck. 

It was so fucking easy for you, and he hated that he couldn’t just be the same. He hated that he couldn’t get the words out. He hated that he felt pathetic for asking. He hated that his mind was whirling constantly which only made everything worse. And he hated that neither of you could just look at him and understand what he wanted without him asking—which, logically, he knew was silly but he was upset and frustrated and logic wasn’t his best friend.

Or at least, Oscar assumed you didn’t notice but you did. You both noticed pretty quickly when the Aussie was far quieter than usual. You noticed the small gap between you whenever he sat down on the couch in Lando’s driver room before a session. You noticed the way he was always the last one to climb into bed. You noticed. 

But it wasn’t until the next race weekend where you and Lando did anything about it. 

It was a Thursday—a media day—and the boys had some time before the conference. The three of you were in Lando’s driver room, a speaker playing some playlist he had put on around forty minutes ago. You and Lando were sprawled over the couch, but Oscar seemed to stay back. He sat on the massage bed, legs swinging and thumbs twiddling as he mostly just listened to you and Lando. 

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear you calling out his name until you climbed off Lando, making your way to stand between his open legs and gently placing your hand on his knee to get his attention. 

Oscar’s head snapped up in surprise, his whole body freezing as he stared at you with an unreadable expression.

“What’s going on?” You murmured, your brows furrowing together as you tried to understand the emotions swirling in his eyes. “You’re being quiet.”

Oscar swallowed harshly. “I’m always quiet.”

“Never this quiet,” Lando supplied as he watched from his spot on the couch, his eyes darting between you and Oscar.

“I’m fine,” he said, and something about the words sounded strained. “You don’t have to worry about me.” 

You frowned. “We’re always gonna worry about you, Oscar.” 

And maybe that was his final straw. Maybe he was tired of keeping it all in. Maybe he was tired of resisting the way his fingers twitched to reach out for either one of you. Maybe he was just exhausted from letting his thoughts eat away at him. Maybe he was just so fucking done of having his brain be his only company in the past few weeks.

You had your arms wrapped around him the second you noticed his eyes tearing up, and it was as though the last of his resolve broke. His arms wound around your waist, holding you close as he buried his face in your shoulder and cried. 

“It’s just a lot,” he managed to get out between soft sobs, his breaths staggering as you continued to rub up and down his back. “I know I should be happy to be in F1 but it’s harder than I thought, which sounds stupid but—”

There was another hand on him, fingers pushing through his hair before lifting his head up so he could see Lando standing beside you. “It’s not stupid,” he said with a shy smile, shaking his head. “It’s a lot, but you’re doing so well.”

Oscar gulped. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Then we will be here to remind you,” you murmured as your hands squeezed his sides in reassurance. “Whatever you need from us, you can ask. We just wanna help.”

A few beats of silence passed before he spoke. 

“This helps,” he admitted, his voice quiet and shy as his arms tightened around you. “It really helps.”

“See, you just had to tell us, baby,” you murmured with a smile before you guided him off the massage bed and towards the couch you and Lando were on moments ago. It took less that a few minutes before the three of you were sprawled on the small couch, a pile of limbs with Oscar squished between you both but it was exactly what he wanted. 

It was exactly what he needed.

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[leona-hawthorne]

I HATE IT HERE / mattheo riddle

drabble

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary: in which mattheo is an artist in a businessman’s world… inspired by ‘i hate it here’ by taylor swift!

warnings: swearing

words: 905

a/n: the tortured poets department is really just on repeat 24/7. dare i say… her saddest album? anyways, i love the headcanon that mattheo loves to draw so i thought this would be sweet <3

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Overhearing crunchy footsteps walking through the fallen autumn leaves, Mattheo snaps his sketchbook shut in fear that some random person would accidentally see his innermost thoughts. He’d been drawing by the Black Lake like he usually did when the voices in his head got too loud. Normally, no one else came out here to bother him, but it appeared that today was unlucky.

“Mattheo?” Oh, it was you who was coming to bother him. Guess his day wasn’t so unlucky, after all.

Taking a seat beside him with your back resting against the large tree behind you, you turn your head to look at him and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Did you just get bored or did something happen that made you feel the need to come out here?” You ask, looking down to watch as he mindlessly intertwines your fingers with his.

“How’d you even know I was here?”

“Answer my question.”

”Fine. Both.” He answers, his voice sounding strained as if he’d had the most tiring day of his life.

“You know I’m here to listen, right?” Trying to add to the reassurance, you give his hand a little squeeze. He sighs.

“I don’t wanna burden you. You’re always listening to my fucking problems.”

You can almost physically feel your heart clench at his words. Your sweet boy could never be a burden to you and frankly, it hurt to know that he thought of himself in that way.

“Talk to me.” Your tone is soft but there's something in your voice that makes it clear you aren’t leaving until he tells you everything.

“I just had a really fucking bad day.” He admits in a dismissive voice, as if it’s no big deal, like you shouldn’t worry about him. “And when I was in Potions, some people started talking about what they’re gonna do after they graduate.”

Your brows furrow and you nod in understanding as you let that sink in. It’s never been a secret that Mattheo didn’t exactly know what he was going to do after school ended, but you didn’t realize how badly that fact got to his head.

“That bothered you?” The answer to that question is obvious but still, there was an underlying need to ask it.

“Yes!” He snaps, his eyes burning with uncertainty and he takes a breath to calm himself before continuing. “It was all ‘I’m gonna be a Ministry worker,’ or ‘I’m gonna be an auror,’ or ‘teacher’ or whatever and I just… God, Y/n, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You wanted nothing more than to help him, but you simply couldn’t. It’s not like anything you could say would miraculously make him realize what he wants to do for the rest of his life.

“Everything is so… dull and monochromatic. I don’t want to live in a world where I work 9 to 5 everyday in a cubicle. I just…. I hate it here.”

The mere possibility of living such a tight scheduled, boring, small life suffocated him every minute of everyday. He wanted more. He wanted to see the world, he wanted to be creative, he wanted to bring his dreams to fruition. He refused to become part of the system.

He was an artist at heart. Not many people knew that about him, but you did. He was lucky enough to be born with the ability to extract inspiration from anything in his sights. You, his friends, a song, an animal, architecture. Shit, even a random stranger he meets on the street could get the gears in his beautifully intricate mind to start turning.

Mattheo couldn't go ten minutes without feeling the urge to dump his thoughts onto a blank canvas. Talking wasn’t enough, he needed to create, he needed to use his hands.

His innovation is one of his best traits, one of your favorite things about him, and the idea of him ever giving it up was truly devastating. Taking a good while to think of what to say, you fidget around with his fingers in your hand.

“There’s so much out there, Mattheo. You don't need to conform to what the world wants you to do. I mean come on, you’ve never been one to follow the rules anyway.” You tell him.

“What am I gonna do?” He murmurs as he looks out at the lake, his voice filled with a deep sense of yearning.

“I don’t know. But I’ll be here to help you figure it out. I’ll be here with you for the rest of your life, if you’ll have me.” You whisper as he leans his head on your shoulder, his curls tickling the crook of your neck.

He scoffs, tightening his grip on your hand and snuggling his head deeper into your neck. “Are you stupid? Why would that even be a question? No dreams are worth living out if you’re not in them.”

“Good. ‘Cause you’re not getting rid of me.” You lean your head onto his. “I hate it here too but… It’s not so bad when you’re with me. Can I see what you were drawing?”

With an embarrassed blush flushing his cheeks, he hands you his sketchbook and you open up to the most recent page to find an extremely detailed illustration of… you.

Quick, quick

Tell me something awful

Like you are a poet

Trapped inside the body of a finance guy…

— Taylor Swift

[slowerpusssycat]

𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚

𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

⇢𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: consensual sex, anal, pegging, dumbification, submission, degrading, fingering, praise, heavy edging, orgasm denial.

⇢𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Shigaraki needs to be taught a lesson and what better way to teach him one than seeing him writhe underneath you unable to cum.

"Owww" Shigaraki wailed when your hand came in contact with his ass, joining in to create the stunning crimson red colour plastered over his ass and thick thighs. "What did I say, Angel?" you leaned into him, the best he could do was give you a soft side eye, his head buried in your sheets so hard he could barely breathe. Despite you holding him down, his dick still twitched at the nickname.

Cooing, seeing his pretty pale face and drooling mouth you kissed his cheek, before repeating your question.

"Tell me, what are your rules sweetheart?" his ass wiggled, trying to open his mouth and make a coherent sentence. Turning on your vibrator on the highest setting, you brushed it against his thighs, making the little boy underneath you cry out. He was already a mess, and all it took was twenty five slaps to his ass and four undenied orgasms. You could see it in his eyes, how dumb he looked, how he didn't have anything left in him except to grant your every order and listen like a good babyboy.

"N-no whining- t-taking it like yo-ur g-good bo-oy, mommy's good boy" he managed to say his favourite three words without stuttering, earning himself a kiss on the earlobe.

"And what did you do?" Slapping his ass again. "Wh-ine mommy" Standing up, heavy boots echoing through the room you positioned yourself over his slump body again. His ass was still raised in the air proudly, and you didn't even have to spread his cheeks.

Pretty red cock ring sitting at the base of his dick, bringing him so much frustration tonight. You opened the bottle of lube and poured it over his ass, spreading it around, small droplets covering his dick. Pressing harder against his bruised ass, he tried hard to muffle the sounds of his desperate little self. Doing this way too often, you knew the way to his orgasm better than he did. Prodding two of your fingers against his asshole, feeling his muscles strain and flutter around you.

"Such a good boy for me, taking my fingers so well." To help you out, he buckled up his hips against your digits, moaning lowly.

"Baby, I want to hear your pretty moans." Slapping his ass to show him you are serious and encourage the sinful sounds, your free hand stroked his hard dick. "Ahhhh, moreee" you chuckled, as desperation led him on to buckle his hips harder, wanting more and mismatching your own rhythm. Pressing them down to rub against his dick before pulling them out, you slapped his thigh.

"What did I say? Greedy boys don't get to cum" Immediately stopping in his tracks, he stilled himself even though he needed release and relief.

"Pl-ease, please, mommy!"

"Please what baby?"

Stroking his ass, you softly circled the tip of his dick. "Fuck me with your dick, mommy." He wiggled his ass softly, as if to urge you to help him out.

"Such a needy bitch boy, aren't you?"

Already all strapped in, you knew he was expecting you to deny him, but you were feeling generous and also wanting to see him tremble underneath you. Pushing in, he whined, hands gripping the sheets. "W-woah" his dick twitched and you slipped off his cock ring.

"Now, now my baby, let's see how long can my good boy hold it in, shall we?" He moaned in response, nodding his head desperately. Mercilessly pounding in his ass, slapping his cheeks. Playing with his balls, but leaving his dick untouched. One hand on his small waist to keep him from moving. He tried to match your rhythm, he really did but his legs are giving up and his balance is not the best today.

"Are you enjoying yourself little whiny bitch? You asked for it, I can't hear you?" Twisting his pierced nipples, you spread his legs more, enough to maintain the position and get your dick to press against his own.

"Pl-ease mommy, please, let-t m-ee cum-m"

"No baby, hold it in." Stroking his dick, feeling his tip littered in precum, you spread it over his length and down his balls before massaging it in. Unfaltering thrusts pushed his head further into the mattress. Desperately trying to hold on to the last atoms of strength in him.

"How are you doing baby?" You asked, chuckling after a particularly strong push.

"W-well, j-just for y-you mommy"

"Such a sweet boy aren't you?" Ruffling his hair, you knew he was close. Pulling out completely to slam right back in, you stroked him in sync.

"Pleaseee, mommy please!"

"What happened to being my good boy?" he didn't answer, gripping the sheets more. Jerking him off and slapping his ass, torturing him was a treat. He was whining, you were sure he was a pouting mess too, unable to control the saliva from slipping past his lips. Grabbing his hips, you decided to let him cum.

"What are you, Baby?"

"Mo-ommy's good b-oy"

"No, Darling, what are you right now, tell me without stuttering, you're not a moron Tomura." Gasping at the insult, he shivered at your heavy tone before answering.

"Mommy's little bitch boy?" Unsure of his answer.

"That's right, what a good job you're doing for mommy, now now, cum for me." Your command made him moan, finally able to cum after hours of edging.

"T-thank you mommyyy" He was waiting for this, cum spilling out of his dick, as you stroked his ass and tenderly thrusted in to help extend his orgasm. You slowly pulled out, careful because he was heavily overstimulated. His body falling against the soft mattress, shivering. Hugging him, arms immediately wrapping around your waist, face buried in your neck.

"You were a good boy for me, always so obedient. Such a sweet baby. Tomura you did a good job, I am proud of you."

Stroking his hair, you felt him relax. Grabbing the tissue box from the nightstand, you wiped the drool falling down his chin, letting him snuggle more. Enjoying the bliss, and you knew he needed it, you pressed soft kisses over his hands and the remainder of his face that you could see.

[halfmoth-halfman]

one more night i wanna be with you (leave it up to you)

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x GN!Reader Word Count: 909 Warnings: implied smut, party, alcohol mention Prompt: University & "You're more than just a one night stand." Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: changed the name for this one but we've got another little drabble for @glitterypirateduck’s GazFest 2023 💜

All it took was one night.

One night of incredible passion that left your world upside down. One night to show you everything you’d been missing in a relationship. One night that will live in your memory forever.

One night to completely ruin one of your closest friendships. 

You’d been close friends with Kyle for years, burying your feelings for him down where they would never see the light of day, much to the chagrin of your other friends. They urged and pushed you to tell him, and there were times when you almost did, but your courage all but evaporated every time you got close. 

You’re starting to think the party was a setup. Farah had basically dragged you to Kyle and Alex’s party, leading you straight to Kyle before disappearing for the rest of the night. All of your friends seemed to be avoiding the two of you, forcing you to spend time together. 

Not that you minded at the time. 

Soap had bumped into you, spilling his bright red drink on your clothes. Kyle was quick to chastise him, Soap giving a drunken apology before Kyle led you to his room.

You hadn’t thought much about it then, but you remember looking back to see a surprisingly coherent Soap giving you a smirk and thumbs up. 

Kyle took you to his room, offering you your pick of his closet. You’d been too tired to care about privacy, stripping right there in his room to change into one of his hoodies. A bold move for you, and one that had Kyle staring at you with a look that set your skin on fire. 

One thing led to another, and you’d missed the rest of the party in favor of spending the night naked in Kyle’s bed. 

You’d been the one to leave in the morning, having to get to class early, but you didn’t get to see Kyle for the rest of the day. 

Now it’s been over a week and Kyle hasn’t spoken a word to you.

It’s partially your fault, you have to admit. You’d seen him once or twice, but the memories had been too much, anxiety coursing through your veins. That night couldn’t have meant as much to him as it did to you. You were just friends after all. It was a silly mistake, and you won’t be able to handle losing one of your best friends over it. So, you always leave before he sees you, unable to handle the inevitable rejection.

It’s as if you’re in mourning, moping around your dorm as you wait for the eventual end of your friendship. 

Farah, being the spectacular roommate and friend that she is, gives you three days to wallow before stepping in. She corners you on your way back from class, dragging you to Kyle and Alex’s dorm despite your protests. Alex lets you both in, leading you to the kitchen where Kyle leans against the counter, stirring a mug of tea.

He leaves with Farah before you can protest, a stern look on both of their faces telling you you’re not allowed to leave until this little problem is solved. 

“Hey, stranger,” Kyle laughs, giving you a polite, if somewhat strained, smile.

“Hi,” you mumble. There’s a lingering silence between the two, your eyes bouncing around the small kitchen. 

Kyle sighs, setting his mug down on the counter. “Are you okay?”

You turn to him, keeping your gaze trained to the side. You give a small shrug, an uneasy and unconvincing smile on your face. “I’m fine.”

He says your name, tired and worried, and you brace yourself for the coming end. 

“Did I…do something?”

You look up at him then, eyes wide with confusion. 

“If I did something, or hurt you in any way–”

“No!” You don’t mean to yell, but that’s the last thing you want him to think. “You were–it was amazing. Perfect.”

“Then…why have you been avoiding me?” 

You’ve never seen him so hurt before, and your heart aches at the idea that it’s your fault. 

“I–” You take a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to find the words you want to use. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Lose me?” he asks, almost laughing at the absurdity of your statement. 

You huff, folding your arms across your chest. “That’s what happens, right? We have a night of fun, then you say it was just a one-night stand but we can still be friends, and then things get more and more awkward until we stop talking to each other and never see each–Why are you laughing?” 

Your rambling is cut short by the snort Kyle lets out. He turns his face, pretending to scratch his nose to cover his grin, but you can see his shoulders shaking with laughter. He clears his throat when he sees your pout, trying to compose himself as he pushes off the counter. 

He runs his hands down your arms, gently coaxing you to uncross them so he can hold your hands. He stares directly into your eyes, pinning you to that spot with the adoration in his deep, brown eyes. 

"You're more than just a one-night stand,” he smiles, lightly squeezing your hands. 

It’s not the answer you were expecting, but then he kisses you, and you find every worry melting away and replaced with unfiltered love.

All it took was one night. 

One night, and you couldn’t be happier.

[passivenovember]

“Do we have a mop?”

Mrs. Harrington looks up from her crossword puzzle, razor sharp #2 poised to hack and slash her way toward victory, “Our house is covered wall to wall in tasteful black hardwood,” She says, because her husband’s time last week was 3.35 and she plans to shave at least ten seconds from her own today. “Of course we have a mop.”

Steve shuffles in the doorway, rapping four knuckles against the wood to get her attention. “Could you tell me where it is?”

“Steven,” She sighs, “I’m a little--”

“I want to clean up.”

She resists the urge to dig her fingertips in her ears. Bites down on shock and thrill that her son has finally taken to the perfectionism that runs the roots on both sides of his family tree. “Go dig around the mud room,” She says, returning to her crossword, “That’s where one usually keeps mops, vacuums, dustpans--”

“Thank you,” Steve disappears, leaving Mrs. Harrington’s study in blissful, waving quiet.

She makes it another ten words before all hell breaks loose.

“Mom!” Steve shouts, voice muffled by walls and imported rugs. “Mom, I can’t find the--”

“Goddammit,” She hits the stop-trigger on her alarm clock. 4.15. Her husband’s going to have a field day with this development. 

The kitchen is filthy, but only in the way that shows her son is trying his best. Her precious marble counters are streaked with forgotten all-purpose cleaner, and the rugs have been removed, shaken out, and put on their stay mats crooked. 

Every dish in the house has been left in the sink and somewhere, past the sound of Steve digging through the pantry and mumbling to himself, something is burning. 

“What on Earth--”

“Mrs. Wheeler used to make Nancy clean the floors with pinesol,” Steve breathes, his face as red as a lobster when he pokes his head around the doorway, “But we don’t have any pinesol, mom, I’m not sure what--”

“I don’t like pinesol. Smells too much like a burning nuclear factory.”

“What am I supposed to clean the floor with, mom?”

Mrs. Harrington tugs a mitt onto one hand and removes a sheet of charred sugar from the oven.

Thinks maybe they’re chocolate chip cookies, or brownies, or--

She turns the oven off, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s gotten into you, Steven?”

Steve charges out of the pantry and stops dead in his tracks. “Nothing,” He says, gripping the mop handle so tightly that Mrs. Harrington is positive it’s going to snap in half. “It’s just. I have someone coming over tonight, and--”

“Do you fancy this person?”

“No. Yes, I don’t. I don’t know--”

“You know, When I met your father he didn’t know you couldn’t clean glass with dish soap.”

Steve’s eyes get big. “You can’t?”

“No, it leaves streaks all over the place,” She rolls up her sleeves, turning the faucet water on as hot as it will go. “Anyhow, the first time I came over to study for our pre-law exams that first year of graduate school, he had tried to clean his entire apartment. It was a massive failure because he didn’t have anything in the way of a conventional cleaning product.”

“What did dad use?”

Mrs. Harrington laughs, unable to help herself. “Olive oil.”

Steve saddles up next to the dish rack, using a clean tea-towel to dry whatever’s handed to him. “Dad’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, but he loved me. Maybe he didn’t know it at the time, but I felt it. The second I walked in and fell into the wall because the floor was so slippery,” She pins Steve with what she hopes is a gentle, knowing look, “It meant the world that he’d even try.”

Steve looks thoughtful for a moment. “Okay,” He says, drying his hands on the seat of his Levi’s. “But what do I use to mop the floor--”

--

Two hours later, the house is clean enough that Mrs. Harrington doesn’t feel guilty returning to her crossword puzzle. 

She sits down and restarts her timer just as the doorbell rings. She listens, straining to imagine the big, goofy soft smile that matches the tone of her son’s voice. 

“Billy,” Steve says, and he might as well float around on heart-shaped clouds. “I made some cookies--”

“Smells like you almost burned the house down,” The second voice answers. 

Mrs. Harrington holds her breath and hopes against all hope that this kid won’t break her son’s heart.

There’s a long pause and then, quiet as a sunrise, Billy laughs. “I’ll choke ‘em down for you, pretty boy.”

For you.

Mrs. Harrington starts the timer and doesn’t even care that her husband beat her record. 

5.18. He’ll smile when he sees it.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-nine: "The Questions Over Coffee"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Matt discuss a few things over coffee.

Or

You feel like you're about to throw up trying to ask Matt something important. What he asks you in return leaves you breathless.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: This is fluffy fluff, friends! But important note here: in this series I have created a family for Reader (as discussed previously with my AO3 readers) so that we can have holiday fluff and a road trip and flight with Matt. No matter what I do, I cannot fit this story to absolutely every individual reading it, but I try VERY hard to do my best. That being said, I've made it so you can either pretend Reader really is biologically related to this family in the story, or you can pretend she was adopted at birth. I will always do my best to make it so y'all can view it either way. Anyway, you can find all of the installments on tumblr here and I hope you enjoy!

Fingers tapping along the white ceramic coffee mug, you nervously chewed your lip. Matt was sitting across from you in the coffee shop booth; today he was wearing a sweater that somehow clung perfectly to the muscles in his arms and his chest. For the hundredth time this morning you wondered how this perfect man could possibly exist, and for the hundredth time this morning that had your nerves increasing. 

Matt, though, had his left arm slung over the backrest of the bench looking completely relaxed. Not for the first time you envied how he always looked so calm and composed. Foot tapping a little restlessly under the table, your eyes followed Matt’s hand as it raised his mug to his lips. You watched as he drank down more coffee, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips as he gradually lowered the cup back to the table.

“Is there a reason you're so nervous?” he asked curiously. “Or did they accidentally put a few extra shots of espresso into your latte this morning?”

You shot him a strained smile, forcing your foot to stop tapping along the floor. “Sorry,” you muttered.

He tilted his head, one brow raising curiously back at you above his dark lenses from his place across the table. Your mouth opened again, about to bring up what you’d been wanting to ask him, but staring at his handsome face as he silently studied you only left you more nervous. You quickly chickened out and your mouth clamped shut again. Gaze dropping down to your mug, you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Matt chuckled from across the booth, shifting in his seat to lean forward towards you, his forearms resting on the table. “You’ve almost said something at least six times since we sat down fifteen minutes ago, sweetheart,” he teased. “Just say it.”

Of course he noticed with his fancy Devil senses. He always noticed everything. With a long, drawn out sigh, you tried to calm your nerves and just ask him.

“What are you–" you stopped short, shaking your head. "Or uh, do you want to–” you began again, pausing and wincing. Why was it so hard to ask him this? “I mean," you began a third time, trying to shove down your urge to vomit, "do you…have plans for Thanksgiving?” 

One of his fingers lightly tapped along the table, his head tilting a little more to the side. His glasses were blocking whatever expression was present in his eyes, making him harder to read. Your palms began to sweat against your coffee mug. 

“I mean, I know you usually go to Foggy’s big family thing at the butcher shop every year,” you continued in a rush, “and I’m guessing that’s what you’re planning to do this year, but I just thought I’d see if you maybe wanted to come with me for Thanksgiving this year?”

A slow smile spread across his lips, so warm it made you melt into the booth. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you quickly raised your mug to your lips, taking a drink as a way to distract yourself from the way he was beginning to make you feel even more flustered.

“You want me to go with you to Chicago?” he asked.

“I mean it’s not exactly Chicago,” you mumbled. “More of a suburb outside of Chicago.”

“To meet your family?” he clarified, the smile still present.

“Yes?” you answered nervously.

He slowly leaned back, resting along the back of the booth as his hand drew his mug to his mouth. Your stomach was twisting in nervous knots as you watched him take what felt like the world’s longest sip of coffee. Lowering the cup back to the table, he raised a brow at you behind the dark lenses.

“And how would we be getting there?” he asked.

“Uh, well, I usually just grab a flight,” you told him. Though you were already aware of the implication that Matt would probably hate an airport with his heightened senses. And a plane, for that matter. “Or I could rent a car and drive us,” you suggested. You frowned as you added, “Though it’s a little over a twelve hour drive.” And you figured Matt would also probably hate a road trip. With a sigh, your shoulders sagged and you shook your head. “You know what, forget I mentioned it,” you said.

“Well hang on here,” he quickly cut in. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t go with you.”

“You’ve…never been on a plane though, Matt,” you pointed out. “Or been in an airport. And you hate leaving Hell’s Kitchen." You shook your head quickly, focusing back on bringing your mug to your mouth. "It’s a terrible idea, I’m sorry I brought it up. Don’t worry about it.”

“Sweetheart,” Matt said with a grin, “I’d love to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family. How long is the flight?”

You swallowed the sip of coffee, focusing back on him. “Just under three hours,” you answered.

The corner of his lip twitched downward so infinitesimally that you almost missed it. You shot him a pointed expression even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Matt, it’s fine,” you assured him. “That would probably be torture for you to sit on a plane for that long.”

“No,” he replied firmly, shaking his head. “I can handle a few hours on a plane for you, sweetie.”

“It’s also the additional time in the airport,” you reminded him. “Going through security, checking bags, waiting at the terminal. If a grocery store is already terrible for you, I can imagine an airport, filled with vastly more people and restaurants and lots of loud airplanes, would be sheer torture.”

“I can–can probably find a way to make it work,” he said.

Chewing your lip, you glanced down at your cup of coffee. You had done a little research ahead of time on something to help with the noise, at least. “There are noise reducing ear plugs besides noise canceling headphones,” you told him slowly. “I don’t know how much use they’d be, but I figured something that didn’t completely cut off your sense of hearing would be preferred. It might help with the noise in an airport and a plane, at least.” Clearing your throat you awkwardly admitted, “I already ordered you a pair. Figured maybe at the very least they might help with things like grocery shopping.”

When your attention returned to Matt before you, you saw him removing his glasses. Swallowing hard, he carefully folded them and set them on the table as he gazed back at you with such warmth and affection. 

“You looked into that?” he questioned you softly.

“I was trying to think of ways that might make it easier on you if you did come with,” you muttered. “You know, assuming you wanted to. When I saw the ear plugs I figured they might be worth a try in general when noise gets to be a bit much.” You shrugged lightly, gaze returning to your mug. “But I don’t really know how to help with the barrage of smells. Or how the change in air pressure might make you feel with, you know, your fancy Devil senses,” you admitted. 

Both of his hands reached across the table, searching for yours. Removing them from the still slightly warm cup of coffee, you placed them in his, your eyes focusing back on his face before you. He was smiling, that little dimple visible in his right cheek as his eyes creased at the corners. 

“I love you,” he stated firmly. 

“I love you, too,” you replied immediately.

Hands still holding yours, he drew them just a bit along the table as he sat back more comfortably. His thumbs began gently rubbing along the backs of your hands.

“So who all would I be meeting at Thanksgiving?” Matt asked you.

Your heart beat a little faster at the implication of him accompanying you. “Uh, well, my sister Amber and her son Hudson, obviously,” you listed. “My brother Nathan should be flying back from Washington, though I’ll be honest, I can’t remember if he’s on or off with his girlfriend…Savannah?” you said, eyes narrowing as you tried to remember Nate’s girlfriend’s name. “Or Sarah? Honestly, I can’t keep up with him sometimes. Then obviously my parents and my grandmother will be there. And usually my dad’s brother and his wife fly out if their son doesn’t come home from college for Thanksgiving.” You winced as you added, “My aunt can be a bit… much , though.”

“Sounds like a big group of people, though not nearly as many as what Foggy has at his family Thanksgivings,” Matt mused, his thumbs still rubbing along the backs of your hands. “Seriously, it’s like the place is packed with Nelsons every year.”

“Oh, well, Christmas tends to be a bit bigger of an event,” you said with a laugh, your gaze focusing on both of your hands. “Usually lasts a few days. Almost everyone comes out for it–aunts, uncles, cousins, significant others, kids. My one uncle usually dresses as Santa for the kids. Makes a whole thing of it on Christmas Eve.”

“That sounds nice, actually,” Matt said quietly.

Your gaze returned to him, softening at the expression on his face. His own gaze was focused along your neck, his eyes full of emotion. 

“I uh, didn’t really have anything like that growing up,” he admitted. “Once my dad passed, I mean. We didn’t have turkey feasts on Thanksgiving at St. Agnes. And Christmas was only to celebrate the birth of Christ, not Santa bringing you presents.” A sad smile made its way onto his face as he continued. “It was always nice that Foggy’s family welcomed me for every holiday with open arms. That was the closest I’d gotten to celebrating holidays with a family in a long time.” He cleared his throat as your hands squeezed his. “So I uh, I appreciate you inviting me, sweetheart. And I’d gladly try flying to celebrate Thanksgiving with you and your family.”

“Maybe,” you began hesitantly, “you can join us for Christmas, too? If flying is too much, I’d be happy to drive us. It’d take a few days, but maybe we could make a little road trip out of it?”

A smile once again stretched over his mouth as he nodded. “I’d like that, if you’d all have me,” he answered.

“Are you kidding? My mom is probably going to hound you about marriage and children the moment you step in the door for Thanksgiving,” you told Matt with a slight cringe as he chuckled. “Which, I’m sorry in advance about. I wish I was exaggerating. But I know they’d want you at Christmas, too.” You gave his hands another reassuring squeeze. “They’ll love you, Matt.”

He raised one of your hands still enjoined with his to his mouth, his lips placing a kiss to the back of your hand. Your pulse quickened at the gesture, somehow still able to get nervous around him over something so small even after months of being together.

“You know,” Matt said slowly, lowering your hands back to the table, “if we’re discussing meeting family, there is one person you probably should meet.”

Licking your lips nervously, you gazed at him from across the table. Your heart was nervously hammering in your ears now having picked up its pace. “Yeah?” you asked.

“I know I have a sort of…unusual relationship with my mother,” Matt told you, “but I’d really like you two to meet. If you’re…open to that?”

“You–you want me to meet your mom?” you asked him incredulously.

He nodded slowly. “Yes,” he replied.

Matt asking you to meet his mom was a huge deal. You knew Karen and Foggy had barely ever interacted with her, and Matt didn’t talk about her much himself. He was generally quite private about personal things in his life, so the fact that he was willingly wanting to introduce you to her felt like a massive leap in your relationship. 

Even though, the thought of actually meeting his mother–the Catholic nun who, from Karen’s retelling, was quite intimidating–sounded terrifying as all hell. And on top of that, you weren’t even religious. Would she disapprove of you solely based on that? And if she did disapprove of you, would that affect what Matt felt for you?

“Hey,” Matt said gently, his hands gripping yours, “come back to me. I can practically taste your anxiety in the air. If you’re not comfortable with it you don’t have to.”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “No, I’d–I’d like to meet your mom, Matt. It means a lot that you’d want us to meet. I’m just…nervous?” 

“You’ll be just fine, sweetheart,” he reassured you.

“But…what if she doesn’t like me?” you asked slowly. “I mean I’m not even Catholic and she’s a nun, that might already be points against me.”

Matt barked out a laugh, shaking his head at you. “Points against you? She’s not going to have some sort of score card, sweetie. Relax, it’ll be alright. Besides,” he said, “I’ve already told her about you.”

You immediately froze up in the booth, eyes going wide as you stared back at Matt. He’d already told his mom about you? His mom that he didn’t have a great relationship with because she abandoned him as a baby and then lied to him about actually being his mom for years after his father passed–he’d told her about you? 

“You’ve talked to your mom about me?” you asked in disbelief.

“Of course I have,” he answered immediately. “You’re my girlfriend and I love you. You’re a pretty big part of my life.”

It was probably there, in that exact moment, that it really hit you just how much you meant to the man sitting across from you. You felt breathless at that realization.

“So,” Matt began, a charming grin slipping across his handsome face, “would you like to meet my mom? Maybe next weekend, before all the holiday excitement and traveling?”

Still in a slight daze from your recent little realization, you nodded. “Yeah, Matt,” you breathily agreed. “I’d love to meet your mom.”

[skeefee-sky]

'Unplugged; round 2."

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 13 - Whiplash Characters: Virgil Tracy, Scott Tracy, (Thunderbird Two) Word count: 815

Earth&Sky whump? Earth&Sky whump-! >w< This one’s also outside of my ‘under 600-word limit for thundertober’ so, buckle up c: (anddd I’m maybe considering writing it into something longer <w<) Minor warning for a lil’ blood. An unexplained incident leaves Thunderbird Two downed in the middle of the ocean. With minor injuries, Virgil and Scott need to find a way to get her online, and call for help.

💙💚TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB 💚💙

He felt heavy. It wasn’t what he was normally used to, especially flying Thunderbird One. Something felt off…

As Scott slowly came to his senses, blue eyes groggily scanned the cockpit. Wait… He wasn’t in Thunderbird One. He was in Thunderbird Two… and he wasn’t alone! In a panic, he made to get up, but was abruptly stopped by a sharp pain in his neck, and the seatbelt still fastened around his middle. Hands slightly shook as he undid it, and he quickly got to his feet. The first things he noticed was something red flashing from multiple points in the corners of his vision, a dull ringing in his ears… and his younger brother slumped over the controls of his ship. Scott tried not to move too quickly to get to him; his neck pain shooting tingles down his spine with every step.

“Virg…? Virgil? Wake up,” he urged, shaking his brother’s shoulder with little force. “Virgil, can you hear me?”

A few beats of silence, but soon he got a muffled mumble in response, and that black head of hair moved as little brother came back to him. Scott let out a relieved sigh.

“Good. Are you-…? You’re bleeding.”

“Mhn?” With one hand, Virgil held himself off the flight yoke as he rubbed his other against his face, smearing blood across his cheek. The dark red was barely visible against the back of his glove when he checked. “Must’ve, knocked myself out…”

At least he was wearing his seatbelt… Scott straightened up and looked around them as best he could. The horizon was all wrong. Everything was blue…

Everything was blue.

“We’re down… We’re on the water…!” he observed, looking back at his brother in concern. “Virgil, why are we on the water?”

It had taken a moment for the heavy lifter to notice their surroundings too. He sat himself up and loosened his seatbelt, reaching over to tap at his ship’s equipment. She’d been awfully quiet since they’d come around…

“Did, Two say anything?”

“Dunno. I only woke up a few minutes before you. Haven’t heard her.”

“Thunderbird Two?” Virgil called; brown eyes scanning around him as he waited for some form of response. He then leant over to check the controls again. “All systems offline… Nothing’s responding. I think… I think Thunderbird Two’s been immobilised… Scott, we’re stuck.”

The first responder had been in the middle of massaging the pain in his neck when his brother addressed him, moving his hand to rest on his shoulder.

“Try backups?” he inquired.

“I did; nothing. Usually Two would have them up by now. Whatever’s shut her down, must have been really powerful.”

It would have been to trigger out her source of sentience… The heavy lifter had dealt with a situation like this before – the EMF power surge over London with those Luddite fellows. But, it wouldn’t have been possible to pull something like that off here; they were over the middle of the ocean, away from any sources of land. Virgil hummed into the back of his hand… and was promptly reminded of the blood dripping from his nose.

“Let’s, maybe focus on something we have control over first. Surely you didn’t wake up unscathed,” he commented, looking his older brother over as he got up, as if he’d missed something. “All okay?”

“FAB,” Scott confirmed, almost a little too quickly, but he hoped Virgil hadn’t picked up on it. He obviously hadn’t seen him soothing the strain in his neck earlier, and he felt he didn’t need to worry him about it just yet. As Virgil wandered to locate a first-aid kit, he scoffed softly.

“So, you weren’t just massaging the nape of your neck for no reason then?”

“… Fine. Guess I should probably put a pack on it.”

Virgil grabbed two packs, and a roll of cloth to clean himself up with. With the both of them taken care of, the brothers then returned to their seats, both slightly tense as the Thunderbird creaked around them.

“I was wondering when we were going to start sinking…” Scott dreaded, nursing the ice to the back of his neck. Virgil half-ignored him, trying all he could to get anything from his ship. He sat back momentarily to get a call out to Thunderbird Five, or even Tracy Island, but whatever had knocked out his Thunderbird, had knocked out their gear too. He couldn’t even bring up a schematic to see if his ship had taken damage. He almost slumped back in defeat, but was quick to be on his feet again, heading for the back door of the cockpit. That could work-!

“Virg?”

“Stay,” he commanded to his older brother, who shot him an eye roll, and disappeared through the door. Now he just had to locate them, and hope someone was close enough to see the call for help. . ~~~ TBC...? ~~~

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 15

Warnings: Spanking, Edging, Begging, Sexual themes, Gay, BDSM

Prompt: Punishment + Edging

Pairing: Nikolai x Rumor

The rest of Kinktober

Rumor knelt on the floor, his heart racing as he looked up at Nikolai. The man exuded a commanding presence, his eyes sharp and focused, revealing nothing of the warmth Rumor had come to know. Tonight, however, felt different; the air was thick with the weight of impending discipline.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, boy?” Nikolai’s voice rumbled low, sending shivers down Rumor’s spine. He shook his head, cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

“N-no, sir,” Rumor stammered, his gaze dropping to the floor. He knew he had pushed too far, the thrill of the moment making him tremble in anticipation.

“Look at me,” Nikolai commanded, and Rumor’s eyes snapped back up to meet his. “You need to learn, little mouse. Control is important.” He stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “Tonight, we are going to teach you a lesson, yes?”

In an instant, he found himself across Nikolai’s lap, now seated in a sturdy chair. The fabric of his pants was pulled down, exposing his bare arse, followed quickly by the lace of his underwear. Nikolai ran a rough hand over the smooth skin revealed before him, reveling in the sensation.

Suddenly, Nikolai's hand came down, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet room. Rumor gasped, a mix of pleasure and pain flooding his senses. The sting lingered, setting his skin alight with a desperate need.

“Each time you misbehave, it will get harder,” Nikolai said, his tone a blend of authority and something softer, as if he wanted Rumor to understand this was for his own good. “But if you can keep still and take it, I will reward you.”

Rumor nodded, struggling to hold himself together as the thrill of being dominated washed over him. “I’ll do my best, sir,” he whispered, the promise escaping his lips like a prayer.

The second strike came harder, and Rumor’s body reacted instinctively, a soft whimper spilling from his lips as his legs trembled. The ache only heightened the desperate need pooling in his belly, but Nikolai wouldn’t allow him to release just yet.

“Not yet,” he warned, pressing a finger to Rumor’s lips to silence him as he moved closer. “We are going to play a game of control. You will be restraining yourself until I say you can cum.”

Rumor felt his breath hitch, excitement mixed with fear bubbling up inside him. “Understood, sir,” he replied, trying to focus as the next strike landed. He had to prove he could take it, that he could endure for Nikolai.

Each hit drove him further into the haze of pleasure, his mind clouded with desire and the need for release. Rumor’s hands fisted in Sir’s pant leg, fighting the urge to grind against the thick thigh as Nikolai continued his punishment.

“Such a good boy,” Nikolai praised, his voice sending a rush of warmth through Rumor. “You can take more than this. I know you can.”

“Please, Nikolai, sir,” Rumor whimpered, desperation seeping into his tone. “I need more.”

“You will get more,” Nikolai said, his voice low and teasing, “but only when I decide.”

Rumor’s body was a live wire, every strike forcing him closer to the edge, each breath becoming ragged and strained. Just when he thought he might lose it, Nikolai would pull back, offering sweet words of encouragement that made him want to scream.

“Look at you, teetering on the edge,” Nikolai said, watching with a keen gaze as Rumor squirmed beneath him. “You want to cum, but you have to be a good boy for me first.”

“Please,” Rumor gasped, frustration mingling with desire as he fought to keep himself still. “I can’t take it much longer. I can be a good boy.”

“Good,” Nikolai replied, a dark smile playing on his lips. “Then let’s see how long you can hold on. Remember, little one, this is for your own good.”

With each successive strike, Rumor felt the walls closing in on his control, but in the haze of pleasure and pain, he knew he would do anything for Nikolai’s approval. All he had to do was endure just a little longer.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Comfort (Aku Punk)

WARNINGS: STALKING (NOT FROM YOU OR AKU) CUSSING, AKU TRYING HIS BEST, BLOOD, CRYING, SMALL BIT OF VIOLENCE

NOTE: Sorry for the slow delay! School is becoming a pain in the ass rn. I closed requests as of now, bc I still got LOTS of other WIP's to do, but I'm slowly getting through to them. Hope you guys understand ^^

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You didn't know what happened, everything just seemed to have been blocked out in the moment. One second you were walking down the street, the next you were breathing rapidly as you ran down the streets of LA, constantly nearly eating shit because of the uneven sidewalk.

You ran. You ran all the way back to your apartment, looking over your shoulder every few seconds, straining your eyes to see if anyone was following. You made sure to go through the more populated places of the city, hoping you'd lose whoever was following you.

You've seen their face almost everywhere, even in the complex! You merely thought they were a neighbor and it was a coincidence that you were seeing them everywhere you go. But that wasn't the case at all. It should have been a red flag that you literally saw them trailing you when you decided to go out whenever.

Everything was dizzy, the whole world was spinning around you. You didn't know what happened, it was all so fast.

The sight of your apartment was in sight, right ahead of you. It was only a few blocks away, but it just seemed to far. You urged your legs to keep running, despite them becoming wobbly from how long you've been going for. Climbing up the stairs, nearly tripping on almost all the steps, and nearly falling down them too.

The door was in an arms reach, locked.

You fumbled for your key, constantly looking all around you as you struggled to put it in the hole, breathing rapidly. A click was heard, immediately pushing it open and slamming the door closed, locking it immediately and putting in the chain with violently shaky hands.

Your whole entire body was shaking, from the amount of running you did, from the adrenaline and the absolute fear. The situation of everything finally weighed down on you, tears coming to your eyes as you scrambled towards your bedroom, pulling your your phone out as you closed all curtains that were open on the way.

Dialling the first number your jumbled mind could think of, you brang the phone up to your ear, sliding down against the wall as you counted the rings.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

"Yeah wha–?"

"S-ome–" Your throat was closing up on you, your mouth gaping open like a fish out of water, trying to choke out words that stuck to the back of your throat, "someo-one's be–en following me.." Tears streamed down your face as you held the phone to your ear, knuckles turning white from the grip you have on it. Hiccups kept interrupting your words, you weren't even sure he even understood it in any way.

Silence was heard on his end, you could hear the quiet shuffling of footsteps and distant talking of people in the background. It was uncomfortable to say the least, your uneven breathing and the soft hiccups you let out as you hugged your legs close to your body.

He finally responded after a few seconds, his tone was unreadable but it was firm, "Where are you now?"

"My apar–tment.."

"I'm on my way." He hung up without letting you get another word in. You wished he stayed on the line for a bit longer, to at least comfort you in a way. Though he gets like that and freezes up a bit, it didn't matter to you, his presence by itself brought you comfort.

A knocking from the front door made your whole entire body freeze. You held your breath to make sure you weren't hearing things, hoping it was just something your jumbled mind misheard.

Several seconds go by..

Knock knock knock

It was more faster this time, harsher. No way did he get here that fast, his work is literally 10 minutes away and you literally just got off the phone with him. The knocking kept going, and going, until it was literally banging and it sounded like the person on the other side was actually trying to break down your door.

Your breathing picks up, more tears rushing down the curve of your cheeks as everything tangled up in your mind. Curling up was all you could even do, hugging your legs even closer to yourself as the knocking got louder and louder. An attempt to muffle the noises, your hands covered your ears, pressing them against the sides of your head to block out the sound.

It didn't help though.

All you could hear was the rapid beating of your heart and the uneven breathes coming from your mouth. Everything was spiraling all around you, becoming blurred together as you began to see black dots appearing in your vision, your throat closing up again.

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'fuck fuck fuck FUCK'

It was the only thing racing through his mind as he drove another red light, barely moving his foot from the gas pedal. He didn't care that he broken several laws of the road, didn't care if there was any police officers chasing after him (which they probably are, he didn't bother checking the mirrors).

All that mattered was them.

A few strands of his hair fell out of his ponytail, slightly covering his left eye, obscuring his view of the road. He didn't bother to move it behind his eye, being used to it there anyway.

With the apartment in his sights, he pressed against the gas even more as he zooms into the parking lot, not even bothered to park it correctly as he stumbled out of the car. Rushing up the stairs, he hears banging against something. The closer he got to your apartment, the louder it became.

Until he was finally a few doors from your apartment, he finally saw the source of the pounding. He didn't bother to study the details of the imbecile, his body moving before his mind could catch up.

Reeling his fist back, he threw a punch into the person's ribcage, with enough force to knock them down to the floor as they let out a wheeze from the air being knocked out of their lungs. He may seem like a scrawny guy to others, but he knows how to throw a good few punches. They tried to get up, an attempt to scramble away from the redhead, only for it to be in vein as he kicks them in the stomach. Possibly some internal bleeding. But that's what they deserve.

Crouching down to their level, he grabs them by the hair, making eye contact with them as he scowls at them in absolute disgust.

"You messed with the wrong person, you fucker."

With a final punch he aims it at their nose, screams of pain coming out of their mouth as he lets go of them, their head dropping. Watching them curl up into a fetal position as they cradle their broken nose, blood dripping in-between their fingers as he watches in satisfaction.

Pulling out his phone, he sends a text to one of the other people in the organization, standing there as he waits for a response back. Knowing how people don't bother to learn their lesson, he might as well make some use of the garbage for something else.

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The sudden silence unnerved you to no ends. You were still in your room, hands over your ears as he took deep breaths to calm yourself. You didn't even notice the knocking have stopped until a few seconds ago. Putting your hands down, you strain your hearing for anything else from outside.

Only the passing cars and honks from outside.

Getting up from the floor, you slowly walked out of your room, wiping the tears from your eyes as you walked to the front door. You intended to look into the peephole to see if they were still outside, waiting. A shiver crept up your spine at the thought. You hope to whatever the hell is up there that he got here and dealt with the person.

Though what you weren't expecting was to see your boyfriend on the couch, his hair a total mess, and his whole body relaxed. One of his legs were propped up on the couch while the other one was still firmly on the ground, the rest of his body laid down as he had one of his hands up in the air, wrist limp as he keeps it up in there. Sometimes he would swing it back and forth a little bit.

"Babe? Wh-when did you get here?" Speaking hurts a bit, throat still closing up a little as you let the words out. His head moved towards your direction, a smile coming onto his face as they land on you.

He doesn't say a word, only sitting up a bit as he opens his arms, an indication for hugs. Without hesitation, you jump into him, curling your arms around him tightly as you shove your face into his neck. Pulling you closer, he uses one of his hands to gently comb through your hair. You noticed that he was still in his work uniform, the discarded gloves on the couch arm, and the hazardly thrown keys on the ground.

That didn't matter though, you thought as you closed your eyes. You're just glad he was here now..

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"Hey Bubo,"

"Yes, Aku Punk?"

"You mind if we keep this one awake?" Bubo gave him a quizzical look underneath the mask, a strange question for his lab partner to ask.

"Is..Is there a specific reason why?"

"Yeah." Aku says casually, preparing his serums and tools for the experiment about to happen. He knows he won't give him anything more than that, no matter how much he might ask. Though last time he did that, he nearly got a needle stabbed into his eye..

Bubo shivers at the thought, it merely happened around the time he started too. So clueless he was back then. He studied his lab partner's body language for anything particular, anything that might give him a clue on why he asked something like that. Or maybe he might've drank another of those serums again..

"I mean, I guess?"

"Cool beanz. So," He claps his hands together, the spandex of his gloves making it sound louder in the nearly empty room, "-mind handing me those blueprints so I have an idea of what we're doing?" A mischievous grin creeps up his face, eyes slowly moving towards the operating table where a person laid.

Wordlessly, Bubo hands him a rolled up paper, pulling up his gloves a bit before straighten out his back. Picking up a scalpel, he turns towards the person, as he sees signs of them waking up already, slowly but surely.

Aku Punk got his revenge in the end. And did he enjoy every. Single. Moment.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON

chapter twenty-first

Next chapter (22)

The story is also on wattpad, the link to my profile can be found in biography

six days before the fire

Quiet giggles split the silence in the school corridor, two teenagers tinkering with something at their school locker. Brunet opened the locker with a stolen screwdriver, the giggles were endless with Eric who opened his sister's locker by breaking the hinges on the locker door.

- Are you sure about this? - asked Jinx crossing her arms over her chest looking around the corridors to see if anyone was walking over. The corridor was empty no stray soul was in the corridor, every student was in class bored in their school desks. Jinx was catching doubts whether making a "joke" to Ava was a good idea, especially knowing how the black-haired girl can take revenge

- Already panicking Jinx? - We haven't even got to the best part," he joked, looking fleetingly at the girl next to him, "You'll see, you'll laugh about it," he said, sending her a charming smile that could have swept her off her feet, his cheeks dimpled from smiling so much. And gentle wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

- 'I'm not panicking -' the teenage girl indignantly squeezed her arms tighter across her chest wanting to look even more serious than she looked - 'I just don't want Ava to take revenge on me -' she muttered

- So you're panicking - sang Eric shaking his head. Oh how he loved to annoy people Jinx couldn't even count on the fingers of one hand how many people he annoyed and how many enemies he has because of his jokes

- No Eric. I'm not panicking - dipped Jinx raised an eyebrow looking at Eric's back, she raised an eyebrow as she watched him assemble some kind of mechanism in her sister's locker - Besides - she started as she took a few steps to lean sideways against the lockers next to the unlucky locker that would fall victim to the prank - I don't even know what you came up with - whispered the teenage girl looking around to see if anyone was coming

- You'll see - he smiled innocently raising his head to meet the gaze of blue eyes, he was looking at her when she wasn't paying attention to him - You don't have to worry about Ava, she'll be angry for a while, but then she'll forget - he confessed further looking down at the red-haired teenager - You'll still laugh about it - he confessed quietly as if he was talking to himself

- I promise - he muttered almost inaudibly, she would have to strain her hearing to hear what he whispered, but she did not. She had another task and she was focused on it without even noticing that he was looking at her with those buttery, puppy dog eyes. A heavy sigh escaped Eric's lips as he went back to work on the cabinet, Jinx looked at him and raised an eyebrow

- What are you breathing so loudly for? - she said not knowing what emotion she was stirring in the boy, he merely shook his head

- Nothing important. See if anyone is coming - he instructed her, no longer gathering the courage to look at her and concentrated on his task. Jinx only raised her eyebrows more, but she started looking around again and became impatient

- Empty in this corridor like... - she fell silent looking for a comparison

- In the ass? - he joked smiling at his joke, the redhead only quietly snickered

- Yes. That's what I meant - she confessed shaking her head wanting to chase away the urge to giggle that wanted to assault her. A seemingly simple and so well known joke and yet it still amused her and managed to make her laugh, most probably with its simplicity it made people laugh.

- Well, look - he continued mockingly assembling something in his sister's cupboard without even deigning to look at her when he spoke - I've gotten to know you so well over the last eight months - he laughed

- You don't know anything about me Eric - muttered Jinx shaking her head, he could say that he , "knows" her well, that he knows her every secret even the most embarrassing one. But he didn't really know her and she didn't know him, they would need years to know every secret and experience what. A statement so familiar to everyone and so old and still being called out by everyone.

Jinx quietly sighed under her breath as she looked at one of the clocks in the corridor, there was a walker one clock in each corridor and the hour showing on the clock said there were five minutes left until the end of the lesson - Hurry up Eric - she hurried him - You have five minutes left - she warned him discreetly looking around but there was still not a living soul in the corridor apart from them. Even the teachers were sitting in the halls teaching the other students or sitting in the staff room completely uninterested in whether any student had escaped from the lesson.

- I'm almost finished - he muttered as he continued tinkering feeling the pressure of time, his movements were fast and decisive but at the same time imprecise, if he hadn't felt this time pressure he would probably have finished faster

- Four minutes - she warned him and Eric's movements were even faster, but still too slow for Jinx's taste

- Three minutes - she discreetly looked around straining her hearing to hear if anyone was coming, but all she heard was the scrambling of Eric who was correcting the trap with such fast movements that she would have envied the expression herself

- Do you have a plan for when he realises it's our doing? - she asked suddenly. As if she had forgotten the fact that she was hurrying Eric, who started to sweat, feeling the pressure of time, looked at her in passing - What are you staring at?

- You'll see, I've planned everything so you'll laugh about it - he smiled as he threw everything he needed into his backpack quickly zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulders he quickly closed his sister's locker and Jinx suddenly grabbed his wrist. He pulled the redhead peer towards the other corridor connecting to the corridor of the ,'unlucky locker' as he called it.

They hid behind the wall and Eric kept giggling, he pulled his wrist forward and checked the time on the watch on his wrist - One minute to the bell - he smiled mischievously but couldn't keep a stony face especially when he imagined what his little sister would look like pissed off

Very pissed off

She will even be ready to murder him and optionally Jinx, but will defend the red-haired teenager from his sister's wrath.

Even if it costs his life

They both waited patiently for the bell to ring that heralded the end of the lesson, the minutes dragged on and resembled hours. Not minutes, it was supposed to be a minute then the bell rang, they both felt as if an hour had passed. Jinx was slowly growing impatient, patience has never been her strong point especially when they plan to perform some joke

- You didn't tell me what you had planned - whispered Jinx looking at her colleague next to her, he waved her hand to keep quiet

- Shh - he hissed like a snake - You said it, just watch - He pointed with his finger to her where the locker was, about to become the object in the crime over Ava's joke. Jinx swallowed hard, but fell silent she didn't want to argue with Eric, she merely shook her head in disbelief - Just look - repeated more quietly to the boy who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

Finally the longed-for bell rang over their heads, the same annoying sound that heralded the end of the lesson and the announcement of break and for some the end of classes for today finally rang. Students almost ran out of their classrooms to go outside to sit on benches and gossip and some fled to dark corners of the school so they could smoke. Jinx and Eric tried to spot familiar faces among the crowd of teenagers running out of classrooms

- C'mon, C'mon," mumbled Eric under his breath as he looked over the crowd of people who were almost battering them. Jinx was looking at the students and Eric, not even focusing on Rodriguez's sister's locker anymore.

- Don't get so excited," joked the teenager quietly, earning herself a bump on the knee, she muttered a silent "Ow" and rubbed the sore spot - What was that for? - outraged the redhead and Eric sent her a bored look

- I will excite myself as much as I want - He smiled innocently - I am a free man and I can do everything - he said proudly patting his chest. He looked at the teenage girl who was now sending him a bored look saying , "Really?" she raised one eyebrow but a silent snort escaped her lips as she shook her head

Sometimes they had really stupid conversations that she would never even dream of having - Just don't slip up - she confessed looking down so she could see Rodriguez's face she blushed softly

- I don't drool - he muttered shyly as if she had uttered some embarrassing secret of his that she was never supposed to know, she raised her eyebrow more

 - Not at all - she teased and he looked even more like a bundle of stress not only stressed about a joke he didn't know if it would work, but also about Jinx starting to get into his sensitive topics. That is, the topics of arousal and behaving to his liking, he had already started to wonder himself if he was actually drooling when he saw her or anyone else. Almost unconsciously, his hand found its way to his mouth and under his chin to check if he was dribbling saliva

Jinx laughed out loud seeing what the teenager was doing - You drool at the sight of... - She paused her words trying to find the name or the name of the victim that had caught the black-haired man's heart, she scratched her chin thoughtfully - You drool at the sight of Iris - she smiled innocently looking at Eric who had stopped blushing

- drooling at the sight of Iris Graves? - asked Eric shyly refraining from hitting himself on the forehead with an open hand Jinx nodded her head holding back a smile

- 'Exactly,' muttered Jinx still looking at him and he was looking at his hands or his shoes, hard to tell as he lowered his head and she didn't have such a good view of his brown eyes she could have been lost.

- She's my ex,' Eric argued and Jinx's face dropped. Iris used to be his girlfriend? Does he have a girlfriend now? Is he single? How many girlfriends did he have before he met Jinx? These questions popped up in the teenager's head like a speeding Tir about to drive into a wall of dilapidated bricks threatening to collapse at the first hard impact. A wall that held all her thoughts that she wanted to bury, but at the same time wanted to hear them

- Your ex-girlfriend? - muttered Jinx quietly in disbelief, her jaw dropping gently - So you were friends with Herrera? - she asked after a moment of silence that was heavier than ever since they met, and they have known each other for eight months. They've known each other since she came to school here and still no one knows about the programme Jinx is in and she seems to be doing well.

- I haven't made friends," he shrugged his shoulders as if it was some sort of triviality, "It's never been an easy thing with Vic," he muttered looking over to see if he could see his sister on the horizon

- Vic? Are you referring to her in shorthand? - she asked curiously, looking towards the unlucky locker that was about to become the murder weapon in a joke you against Ava, Jinx wouldn't have said it out loud but she felt a slight sting in her chest when he mentioned Victoria as if he hadn't spoken her words that had been hiding deep inside him and now Herrera had escaped him to someone else. When she looked at him Eric wasn't even looking at her or the locker

He was looking at Herrera who was standing on the other side of the corridor, looking at her with almost... puppy dog eyes. Jinx's jaw clenched as she looked at it, her heart ached she didn't even understand why she felt such agitated emotions inside her

After a while Eric sighed heavily gaining Jinx's interest, he shook his head, when he looked at the ground he was deep in thought - I say that because it's easier - he muttered after a while, Jinx had to strain her hearing to understand what he was mumbling under his breath, at that moment she understood why Price didn't want her to mumble under her breath

Because you can hardly understand who is mumbling something under their breath

- Easier? - she asked slightly confused - In what sense easier? - she asked, genuinely curious as to what he meant - Did you have feelings for her when you were with Iris? - she raised an eyebrow almost guessing what he might be going on about and why he was so thoughtful

Eric wasn't going to answer it was a touchy subject for him maybe because he didn't know what to feel himself. Or maybe he didn't want to talk about it because he liked to play with his feelings?

- Why do you ask? - He almost spat with venom as he looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes looking at him as if he was a work of art on display in a museum - Are you jealous or something? - he asked raising an eyebrow waving his hands slightly annoyed but not letting it show on his face

Jinx almost moved away from him, she furrowed her brow. It had been so long since she had heard that tone of voice from anyone even the captain had not used the tone of voice he had spoken to her. She lowered her arms along her body not knowing what to do with them, it was the first time someone had accused her of possibly being jealous of her feelings for another person.

And she didn't know what to do about it

She wasn't even jealous, because what should she be jealous of? If she wanted to she could see that any boy or girl would look at her. She smiled at the thought and then her face dropped.

I guess that's how she could

She didn't even know

- I'm not jealous - She defended herself when she realised he was silent - And don't even talk to me in that tone - she hissed quietly, she wanted to look dangerous and she could look that way. Then, of course, when she wanted to, she wanted to scare him gently at the same time she didn't want to scare him enough to make him piss his trousers

- Then why are you so interested in Vic and Iris? - he asked, raising an eyebrow, turning towards her so that he could face her - And why do you reproach me for supposedly drooling? - he asked and Jinx fell silent and her lips tightened into a narrow line.

What was she supposed to answer that?

And how was she supposed to answer?

- You're exaggerating," the redhead confessed. She didn't know what else to say and that was the first thing she thought of which was stupid. She casually waved her hand as if she didn't care, snorted under her breath and Eric looked at her with raised eyebrows and looked at her like an idiot - Stop looking at me like that - she growled quietly and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender

- I'm sorry - he muttered quietly under his breath. He felt like saying something else but restrained himself even if he really wanted to he wouldn't say it out loud. He was too afraid of Jinx to tell her

Joke.

He wasn't afraid of her

But he wanted to continue to be friends with them, so he held back his malice so as not to offend the redhead.

- 'Let's not argue better,' Eric whispered, Jinx had to strain her hearing harder to understand what he whispered, the corridors were noisy with everyone shouting at each other to be able to understand what someone else was saying. The teenage girl furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at her taller friend, who straightened up was taller than her by a head she practically barely reached his shoulders and she was one of the tallest girls in the group.

- 'We're not arguing,' she furrowed her eyebrows even more and the frown deepened as she pulled her eyebrows tightly into a single line, she looked at him angrily, 'You want to argue? We can, but don't cry when I win this war - she threatened him with her index finger wanting to look even more threatening than she looked

But he only giggled wanting to throw another smart remark and perhaps humiliate her, when the loudest shout in the corridor caused everyone to faint and the sudden silence woke up the school.

 Ava had fallen into a trap

And they weren't looking

When Jinx looked out over Eric's shoulder she had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent any flies from flying into her mouth as her jaw dropped towards the ground. It was a water trap prank most familiar to the whole world, but still....

It was still funny especially after the glitter suddenly shot out of Ava's locker when she wanted to reach for the tissues, Isolde, Noah and Aria who were standing next to Ava had the same face as Jinx only they did not cover their mouth with their hand. Eric started laughing loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen in the corridor, every student was looking at poor Ave and looking appraisingly at Eric, they knew the jokes of Rodriguez, but sometimes the others were tired of their constant teasing and the jokes that sometimes were not funny, but some also started laughing joining Eric who had tears in his eyes because of his hysterical laughter.

It all looked like something out of a TV series for teenagers, the same series that should have ended for some season, but the directors want to continue it even though the ideas for the episodes have run out.

- Eric - she called out quietly to the redhead, when Eric was still laughing and didn't react to her call - Eric - she called out louder and he still didn't answer her but rolled on the ground, he didn't sense the deadly gaze of his sister he was too busy laughing at his "funny" joke

- Eric! - Jinx almost screamed when finally the black-haired man started to wipe the tears from his eyes, but he was still giggling

 - 'What,' he asked between giggles, the redhead grabbed him under the chin with two fingers and turned his head towards his sister, who was looking at them. If sight could murder they would be dead, that was certain, and it was certain that she wouldn't have met Ava or Eric before, because they would have murdered each other with their sight

- Oh - muttered Eric

- Are we running away? - whispered Jinx without taking her eyes off the Rodriguez sister, Eric nodded his head

- We're running away - He stated taking Jinx by the wrist almost pulling her with such force that she would have fallen over, by some miracle she kept her balance and tried to keep up with her taller friend who was still pulling her by the wrist. Neither of them dared to look back to see if Eric's sister was running behind them, but they heard heavy and fast footsteps behind their backs, maybe they couldn't see that she was running, but hearing it was enough for them to start running faster.

- 'Faster, faster,' Eric urged, his hand slipping from Jinx's wrist but still not letting her go, their fingers tangling against each other as they ran frantically. The redhead didn't know where they were running simply her legs were running behind Eric and her lungs were begging for a new dose of oxygen causing Jinx to become breathless. She got more breathless than Eric and it was she who was more athletic than the taller teenager, it wasn't fair in her eyes, but she didn't have time to think about it when they were trying to get away from Ava

When they ran out of the school grounds they still didn't stop running, even though they no longer heard footsteps behind them. The passers-by they passed looked at them suspiciously and some with a gentle smile evidently thinking they were in a relationship.

 And this was not the case.

I guess.

Neither of them said anything about their feelings and even if they felt something for each other, they said nothing to each other, as if they were afraid of being rejected by their half. Or maybe it was fear of rejection?

- 'Eric,' cried Jinx between breathless gasps as she tried to catch air, but not quite making it, Eric didn't react he continued to run holding her hand securely. He didn't hold her tightly enough to hurt her, but he also didn't hold her gently enough to let her go - Eric! - cried the red-haired girl again, now she understood what the captain meant when he whined that she was thoughtful.

- Where are we running to? - she asked airily thinking that Eric would suddenly wake up from his trance and tell her where he was leading her, of course she could just pull her hand out of his grasp but her body didn't want to break that warm connection that was growing in their joined hands.

If he had planned something she was curious what he had planned, he hadn't told her much what he had planned what kind of joke he wanted to make to his sister, but she had to admit even if the joke had been repeated enough even it was funny, just at the thought of it a smile appeared on her lips. She made a mental note that she would have to apologise to Ava later for the joke, she didn't want to be on the bad side of the Rodriguez sister, she knew how she could take revenge even if she hadn't experienced it first hand. Eric's stories were enough for her

- You'll see you'll like it - Eric said continuing to run without even dreaming of letting her go, he led her through the winding paths of London. You could even tell he was making everything so twisted on purpose to make her lose her bearings, Jinx shook her head in slight displeasure. She was practically spitting out her lungs here already and Eric looked as if the frantic running had no effect on him

- Stop being so mysterious," she indignantly shook her head even more, not even looking where she was running she trusted him to guide her so she wouldn't run into anyone. Eric glanced over his shoulder at her gently slowing his run only quietly giggling seeing her indignation

- But then it wouldn't be so romantic - He smiled innocently sending her one of his sweetest smiles. A smile that Jinx felt like scratching out, she was already about to ask what kind of romance he meant and what he was even thinking about, when she looked at her hand, which was still tangled with Eric's fingers. She sent him a bored look as she took her hand from his grasp and Eric's lips puffed up as he lost the warmth of Jinx's hand, but he respected her decision to let go of his hand. He never pushed for physical contact if someone didn't want it.

-Romantically? - she said rhetorically looking around -But romantic to me - she said pretending to be offended when she saw nothing but a few houses and fields, although one thing caught her attention an abandoned house just behind Eric's back

- I think you've noticed - He whispered when he saw her gaze pause over the dilapidated abandoned house that had suffered through lack of care for it, Eric giggled and his long strides took him towards the abandoned house Jinx however remained standing still unable to move when Eric looked over his shoulder to see if the girl was following him. She didn't.

With a heavy sigh he turned on his heel and his hand was again on Jinx's hand tangling the squares together, sometimes physical contact is more necessary than anyone would expect - You'll like it, trust me - he smiled adorably at her, sending her the same smile she felt like scratching out but this time the urges were quiet even she herself reciprocated his smile looking into those chocolate eyes she could sometimes get lost in just as she was lost in Isolde's eyes.

What was she supposed to do? She liked Eric's eyes as well as Isolde's.

And she liked Eric and Isolde. They both made Jinx think twice, even four times, about what to answer in order not to look like an idiot, and the heart in her chest fluttered more than she could describe in her diary, which she writes so wearily every night, writing down what she did that day and what she learned from the captain. She may not have wanted to change too much, but if she was going to surround herself with the kind of people she now surrounded herself with then she had the will and motivation to change.

For Ari

For Noah

For Eric

For Ava

For Captain

For Mrs Dorinson

For... For Isolde

She knew she could count on them even if they didn't know about Jinx's socialisation programme except for the captain he was the one who was supposed to socialise her. Only he and the teachers knew about the programme the students no longer needed to see and Jinx did not boast about it.

As Eric pushed open the dilapidated front door of the abandoned house Jinx had a Dev ju feeling, as if she had once been here but did not recognise the place. Eric being a gentleman let her through the door to enter first Jinx snorted with gentle amusement spread her arms as if holding a gown and bowed gently thanking him for the priority Eric at her behaviour also giggled

As she stepped inside a feeling of familiarity surged through her veins but she couldn't understand why her subconscious wanted so badly to tell her something she wouldn't understand anyway, she looked around her everywhere the wallpaper was coming away from the walls due to the neglect of the walls and the spiders just decorated the corners creating fantastic webs that no one cleaned, the floor creaked due to the dampness collecting in the house. The building had been abandoned for a long time, it could be seen at a glance, the weather was destroying the building without a tresco and nobody cared whether the house could collapse or not.

When she felt a tap on her shoulder she almost jumped up, and when she turned to be able to see the brown eyes sparkling with mischief, he nodded to the left without using his mouth to tell her , "Follow me" he only gestured to her as if saying something was too slow. He headed towards the stairs which were in a bit better condition than the floor, but also creaked under their weight. Eric almost jumped up in place without fear that the floor beneath him might break Jinx quietly laughed at his behaviour.

He was behaving like a small child who gets excited about a present that was under the Christmas tree and couldn't wait to open the present.

- Calm down, or the floor won't be able to withstand the pressure of your jumps yet - She joked and at the same time rebuked him, worrying whether the boards would withstand the weight of both of them at the same time to withstand the weight of Eric's jumps - Eric, be careful - she rebuked him again when he didn't stop jumping

- What is so exciting? - she asked, looking at him and then at her own feet to see how she had to step on the floor to keep it from crumbling, the floor may have looked strong, but she didn't trust herself or the building to support their weight and she didn't want to end up in hospital broken

Because then how would she explain it to the captain? That instead of being in lessons she was wandering around abandoned buildings with Eric and still not watching him walk.

- 'You see,' Eric started to say as he opened the door to one of the rooms at the top of the building, the room looked like a bedroom but was better cared for than the rest of the rooms. Eric must have cared about this room it was evident, the paintings on the walls openly told what kind of artistic soul the boy had which she didn't expect to see. She didn't even think the boy could paint, much less that he would paint motifs of the Witcher and other books or games as she might have guessed. Although she didn't really recognise the characters she only saw how much detail he added to each painting on the wall, how much time it must have taken him, she couldn't believe what she was seeing

- This is where we can hide from Ava it's the last place she'll think of to find us - He said throwing himself on a chair that didn't look like it belonged in the assortment of the abandoned house, maybe he had taken an unused chair from his house and was now secretly using it here. As she looked around the room she saw the dressers which were scraped of white paint, the curtains gently flapping through the draught that had formed at the open window

- Where did we get this place from? - asked the curious redhead gently touching the dried paint on the wall as she examined every painted detail with her eyes

- I've lived all my life in London - he said casually leaning back in his chair to open the cupboard by the door and inside was a portable battery activated freezer, Jinx raised an eyebrow slightly looking at Eric who was concentrating on pulling something out of the freezer - There's no place I don't know - he went on rummaging through something - And this place has been abandoned for so many years I've made it my - he fell silent searching for the word

- A base? - Added Jinx guessing what he wanted to say Eric

- Base is a strong word, more of a hiding place - he said as he sat up straight again and had a beer in his hand, one bottle he threw to Jinx which she barely caught without even asking her if she was drinking - When I am sad or want to think I come here - he shrugged his shoulders opening his bottle of beer with the ring he wore on his ring finger

- And are you hiding here from Ava? - She inquired sitting down on the ground in front of him and set her beer down beside her. She didn't want to drink the beer she'd given up alcohol and was glad she'd given up that shit, she didn't even want to think what consequences she'd face if the captain saw her with a beer in her hand, she remembered what it was like to be so drunk you couldn't move and suffer from a hangover the next day, she didn't want to go back to that. For no money at all, she had made a vow in juvie to quit walking alcohol and she wanted to keep her word.

- She did. When I make a joke to her it takes her a long time to get angry with me - he shrugged his shoulders again as he took a long sip of alcohol from the bottle, he wasn't looking at her just looking at his shoes considering every possible topic they could talk about

- Aren't you afraid I'll betray your hiding place? - She asked raising an eyebrow as she looked at him, now she felt about the weight, on her back that she was still carrying throughout the escape. She took her rucksack off her shoulders and threw it into the corner almost immediately feeling relieved as she took the weight off her shoulders

- I trust you - Eric smiled looking at the redhead - Besides, you have to hide from Ava yourself now - he argued and Jinx had to admit she was right. Even if it hurt, because she didn't like to admit it.

They sat in silence and Jinx kept looking around her. Admiring everything around her her gaze was caught by a guitar leaning against a large double bed, she didn't want to lie down on the mattress even if it looked very soft she didn't even want to think about it. How many bugs must have been in that mattress the very thought sickened her, but the guitar leaning against the bed was beautiful and neatly made of light oak. It looked expensive, too expensive for the owners who had lived in the building before to just leave the guitar leaning against the bed.

- Are you not drinking? - Eric asked suddenly, breaking the silence or maybe he was even saying something, but Jinx wasn't listening to him, she didn't know. She looked at Eric and at the unopened beer next to her, she shook her head

- Sorry - she muttered quietly

He nodded gently leaned forward, took the beer from her and put it in the freezer, which was hidden in the wardrobe - Clever - she muttered looking at the closes of the wardrobe - Also a place where you can get drunk without punishment and without extra eyes - she summed it up and Eric nodded looking at the hand, which held the beer

- You know a lot - he confessed quietly almost whispering so as not to disturb the peace that surrounded them and he didn't want to drown out the chirping of the birds - Have you ever had a place like this? - he asked curiously raising an eyebrow. She felt a slight lump in her throat when he asked this

Of course she had.

And she had shared this hiding place with Jack

She had to think very hard about whether she trusted him enough to tell Jack or the walker about him. She pressed her knees gently to her chest and hugged them with her hands - A sensitive subject? - queried Eric looking at her and seeing her flex her muscles, he didn't want to ask her about a sensitive subject or subjects she didn't want to talk about. He was a little concerned, thinking that he had screwed up the conversation at the very beginning and had planned a lot.

- Not just that - she said after a moment of tense silence, rubbing her brow with her fingernail, thinking deeply until a wrinkle appeared on her forehead - I think too much - she giggled nervously, swallowing her saliva hard - When I had a friend, even a best friend - she started to tell the story, but she fell silent collecting her words, she almost forgot how to form a sentence - We both liked to play, even though he was much older than me - - I don't know, I don't know.

- Older? - Eric asked, taking a long sip of beer - How many years older? - he got curious looking at her, interrupting her story

- Four years - she told him - Coming back - she grunted awkwardly sitting down more comfortably on the ground - We loved to play with each other - we even had our "base" where we often met - she told him and her gaze became distant, but there was a smile on her lips when she recalled all this - she would give her soul to spend a few more moments with Jack. To be able to play with him, even though she's sixteen and not six like she was then.

- What was this place? - Asked a curious Eric. He was curious and Jinx was suddenly silent

- Almost the same as this one - she said and her hand shot up and her finger pointed at everything around her - Also an abandoned house, I remember we stole some lights and a battery and then hung them up in the base - she recalled and a giggle came out of Jinx's mouth and moments later Eric joined in the giggling

- We used to paint on the walls too, although more to Jack painting than me - she recalled letting out a nostalgic sigh - He didn't let me paint too much he thought it was too small. But he would give me a sheet of paper and I would paint with crayons.

- Mean - joked Eric drinking his alcohol - And what happened next? - he asked curiously

Jinx shrugged her shoulders, she couldn't tell him because she couldn't, but she also didn't remember much. Either her mind had erased her memories or the cartel had stressed and manipulated her so much that she remembered little from before she joined them.

- Nothing. We had fun and laughed," she said, so evasive she looked at the planks, which were gently beginning to grow moss - And you? - She asked looking at the boy in front of her - How did you find this place? And why did you conclude that it was your hiding place? - she asked curiously, wanting to change the subject

Eric just shrugged his shoulders - One night when I was coming back from a party so drunk that I don't remember much of it - he recalled as he played with the bottle flicking his wrist to feel the liquid inside the bottle swirl - I don't remember much of it, but in the morning I woke up here with a massive hangover - he recalled and Jinx snorted under her breath

- 'You're an alcoholic,' the red-haired teenager complained, gently slapping him on the calf. Eric let out a quiet , "Oh".

- I am far from being an alcoholic - he complained looking at her with a meaningful gaze and she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender - But I found I liked this place, it's not far from my house - he shrugged his shoulders - It just so happened - he said cutting off his words to take a sip of beer

- That it became your second home - whispered Jinx and Eric nodded slowly and her gaze remained on the guitar. Eric would be a fool if he didn't notice this, he gently tilted his head looking at his redheaded friend then at the guitar he once brought here so he could play in peace, theoretically he could play at home in the privacy of his room, but Ava would then drop by his room claiming she wanted to , "listen" to him play, but in reality she would come to complain about how he wasn't doing it

Ava sometimes forgot that he was just learning to play the guitar. But that was three years ago, now he was pretty good at playing the guitar, he just needed a quiet place where no one would disturb him and this abandoned building gave him such opportunities.

- Do you know how to play the guitar? - he asked suddenly seeing her gaze studying the guitar, he put the beer down on the floor and with a heavy sigh he would get up to take the guitar which was leaning against the bed, he went back to Jinx and sat next to her just against the wall looking at his guitar which he got for his birthday from his parents

 - No - Jinx denied shaking her head, she moved closer to Eric sitting shoulder to shoulder with him also looking at the wooden instrument - But Jack once tried to teach me to play the guitar - she recalled with a gentle smile

- I guess Jack was a good friend - Eric whispered looking at Jinx hiding the jealousy that was aroused in him as she mentioned Jack more and more often, even if it was the first time she talked about him. 

- Brother - She corrected him, looking into hazel eyes that were not focused on her but on the guitar. Whenever she looked at him she saw his gaze flee from her as if he didn't want to admit that he was staring at her - I considered him more of a brother than a friend - she sighed heavily as she bent her legs so she could rest her hands on her knees

- Maybe because I was little - she whispered and Eric's head shot up, miraculously not breaking his neck

- This, where were your parents? - he asked suddenly - It sounds like you're three years old and you're already going outside for days on end - he croaked as he said this

She giggled quietly seeing his frowning face - It's not like that - she said between giggles - They just weren't too interested in me that's a fact - she said playing with her fingers bending them in different directions - But I think I was six when I met Jack - she confessed

- I think? What do you mean probably? - he raised his eyebrows high, this conversation was strange and interesting at the same time and he had no intention to end it

- Memories are fading - she confessed, she lifted her head up closing her eyes - I didn't cherish them and I barely remember him - she whispered

- Oh - he muttered - I didn't know -.

- How were you supposed to know that? - she asked rhetorically and he nodded slightly admitting to her that she was right, they both sat with their shoulders touching and in complete silence. Eric gently shifted and sat up more comfortably so that he could begin to pluck the strings to make the sound.

It was slow yet beautiful Jinx gently smiled under her breath and her eyes were still closed and her head turned towards the roof. The sun was shining on the two of them through the window, illuminating them more, as if the sun itself wanted to tell them something. Or maybe to encourage them to do something. Time flew by slowly each minute seemed like an hour, but they were not complaining, they wanted to spend as much time as possible with each other and now they had the perfect opportunity.

No one dared to break the silence that was almost perfect for the two of them, no words had to come out to make the atmosphere calm and perfect for resting. The tranquil notes that came out of the guitar through Eric could effectively lull Jinx to sleep and the smile never left her face as she listened to the peaceful melody

- It may not be the height of romance - she started to speak quietly as if she was afraid of drowning out the chirping of the birds that were merrily chirping outside adding to the beauty of the moment - But I understand what you wanted to show me - she whispered opening her eyes to look at him

Eric smiled gently hearing her words - So that's how you picked up Iris? - she asked curiously, Eric gently shook his head and grinned which did not escape Jinx who felt bad that she had caused Eric to think more and his flash of mischief and happiness momentarily disappeared because of her silly question

- No - he contradicted her after a moment of awkward and nervous silence - She flew at the fact that I have rich parents - he stated plainly, he was healed from the wounds Iris had caused, but he was still thinking a lot about the subject he didn't want to fall into the same snares again that Iris had shown him, but he knew that Jinx certainly hadn't sprung a similar trap.

- Oh - muttered Jinx - I didn't know... Sorry - she whispered

- Don't be sad Jinx - he smiled gently - Iris is a bitch and you didn't know it - he joked and it was effective because Jinx quietly snorted at his joke gently slapping him on the shoulder and he laughed making a sound of , "Hehe"

They both started laughing because of the sentences they exchanged, or maybe it was also because Jinx and Eric got caught up in the silliness that assaulted them and made them unable to stop laughing the more they looked the more they giggled. For a good five minutes they couldn't stop laughing, and when they calmed down silence ensued, but still they smiled

- Do you want to play? - He asked suddenly as he looked at his friend next to him again. At his question Jinx's head suddenly turned towards him miraculously without breaking her neck, she looked as if he had asked her if she had ever killed a man or accused her of things she had not done

Still

You never know

Right?

Jinx quietly snorted under her breath as Eric tried to shove his guitar into her hands, but she successfully defended herself - I can't play the guitar - she argued, but Rodriguez didn't want to hear it

- Then I'll teach you - He said almost proud of himself for coming up with the idea. Jinx sent him a meaningful look saying , "Yes? Then try it" she gave him a silent challenge she thought he would give up, that he would think she was too stubborn to keep trying. What she didn't expect was for Eric's arms to wrap around her waist and for him to move her and settle Jinx between his legs.

He moved her as if she wasn't brewing anything, while she sat stiff as a wooden peg Eric didn't care and positioned her so that she could take in the guitar and he could navigate her freely through the guitar strings. She could feel Eric's warm breath on her neck as he breathed calmly and her heart beat fast enough in her ears as if it was about to leap out to run across the world and back into place, she let him move her body as long as she felt comfortable letting him

His hands were urgent and determined to teach her how to play the guitar, when she leaned with her back against his chest he placed the guitar on her legs - I'm holding here - he whispered over her ear and a shiver ran down her spine, when she felt his warm breath over her ear it was so exciting at the same time Jinx could sense the uncertainty and nervousness and her muscles tense up at the thought of how Eric was sitting close to her.

And how she was sitting close to him

- Just slide your finger along the strings - he gave her instructions as he held the top of the guitar giving it a more pronounced sound and left her full will as to the rhythm she should play, whenever he saw when she needed to be corrected his other hand immediately did so

Jinx smiled softly as he corrected her elbow to rest it against the edge of the box renaissance-style. They both sat like this in silence, when only the guitar made a sound he would correct her when the sound was too falsified he didn't want her to lose her desire so he whispered quiet praise in her ear causing her to feel more nervous.

He wanted to help and it had the opposite effect even if she smiled she had to hold back every cell not to blush, she couldn't afford it. She would burn with shame if he saw her red face, maybe even redder than her hair even if he liked it.

Because he liked it, when Jinx blushed her face would turn red like a beetroot or a tomato and her red hair was more highlighted, he loved her red hair it was soft and he could mistake it for the colour of fox fur. They didn't even pay attention to the fact that the sun was slowly starting to go down so that the moon could replace it, only a gentle breeze reminded them of the hours they had spent together

- Why don't I teach you to play the guitar? - asked Eric suddenly breaking the peaceful silence, even the birds had stopped chirping outside. The wild animals were slowly going to sleep they should too, but they were enjoying their company too much

Jinx giggled briefly shaking her head thinking Eric was joking - I don't think I'm up to it - she said with a gentle smile when just the note she wanted to play came out very crooked and unpleasant to the ear - See? And you hear - she asked with a quieter giggle and he poked her in the side making her jump up

- I'll teach you - He said grabbing her chin in two fingers to direct her head so that he could look into her blue eyes in which he liked to drown as she did in his eyes - You'll be even better than me - he told her seriously enough that she wondered if he had made a silent vow to her.

She nodded gently, unable to get the words out. Maybe it was the proximity that took her speechless, or maybe it was the fact that she could feel his eyes drilling a hole in her soul. She didn't know, but she felt like a little girl who didn't know what to do and didn't know what to feel, her hands starting to sweat. He gently took the guitar out of her hands to put the object down next to them, he didn't take his eyes off her, once they caught eye contact they couldn't break it even if they wanted to.

They couldn't

They were connected

He gently stroked her cheek with his hand and a stray strand fell from her forehead tickling her cheek, he tangled the lost strand around his finger and put it behind her ear. A small and typical gesture and yet it made Jinx unable to hold back a blush as she felt his smooth fingers on her cheeks which puffed up slightly like a squirrel's. Every muscle in the teenager tensed as she looked at him and Rodriguez seemed so calm

As if he had done it many times

Because he probably did it many times

But not with her just doing it to another girl.

It was an impulse. They both felt that they should do it even if it was going to be the forbidden fruit in paradise

 they just did it.

So suddenly

Their lips came together in an expectant kiss, it was intense they both felt like they were in heaven as their lips danced in a synchronised dance.

Such perfect timing nothing could spoil it, even if Jinx didn't get back to Price's flat in time. She had another activity that was almost so anticipated for her at the same time she felt like she'd gotten herself into something she shouldn't be getting into, her thoughts starting to get louder as they kissed.

You shouldn't be doing this

Whispered a voice above her ear, maybe the voice was right, but she wanted to do it. She still felt that rebellious teenager inside her, who sometimes grew weaker with each passing day, but in moments like this, she would awaken anew to experiment.

She rested her arms around his neck gently correcting herself to be able to kiss him more comfortably, they were both lost in the moment. They closed their eyes to be able to feel more and their bodies merged together, come on they didn't fit together like two missing pieces.

He was too tall so she almost had to climb up on his shoulders to kiss him comfortably and he had to hunch over. She rested one hand on his cheek and he held her waist to keep her from slipping off of him, time almost slowed down around them and the sun was setting with each passing moment they finally pulled away from each other to take in the air that had escaped from their lungs after an ardent kiss

They were both panting heavily as they looked into each other's eyes, finally a smile adorned Eric's face as he watched Jinx laugh. This situation made her laugh, but it wasn't a sarcastic laugh, on the contrary, it was a laugh of happiness as if it was just what she was missing - I told you - he whispered into her mouth - You will laugh about it again - he added after a while, barely a whisper and yet she understood his words.

She looked into his eyes tilting her head to the side, with a smile that would gently fall to become a shy grin - Don't flatter yourself - she whispered as she looked at his lips for a second and he took the initiative and kissed her again.

They kissed like that for a few moments more, when the voice in her head wouldn't let up and the muscles suddenly bunched up in her back

Stop

The voice commanded her and she pulled away from Eric, placing her hands on his chest as his hands found their way to her bottom.

This was wrong.

And now she realised it

He looked at her reoriented, not understanding why she was pushing him away now. He thought he liked her - What is it? - he asked confused not knowing what to think about

- We shouldn't do this - she whispered shyly, not daring to look at him. She stepped out of his embrace, he didn't argue let her go - I'm sorry - she said quickly, getting up from the floor to quickly go get her backpack that was lying in the corner of the abandoned house

- Jinx? - called out quietly Eric looking at what she was doing trying to understand what she was planning. But he didn't understand anything, he thought she liked what they were doing. Or had he gone too far? Jinx gave him no answer - Stay - He called out after her when he realised that she was running away from him.

He got up quickly on his feet and tried to catch up with her, he ran in front of the abandoned house right behind her, but she had already disappeared into the tall grass. He looked everywhere, but he didn't see her anywhere, the grass didn't even move, the universe had just spit in his face

- 'I'm sorry,' Jinx suddenly confessed surprising him, she stepped out of the tall grass as if nothing had happened. As if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just run away from him a moment ago - Just let me think about it - she confessed looking at him coming out of the hiding place she had found in the tall grass

He looked at her with his lips slightly parted and his brow raised - What do you mean? - He asked slightly annoyed, he wanted to understand what Jinx was thinking about. What the hell is she doing?

- 'This is the first time,' she said suddenly, 'I just...' - she interrupted suddenly looking for words. And the words she said hit Eric like a brick wall, he now understood. He couldn't put pressure on her

- Sure - he said - I understand - he added after a moment of awkward silence - Take as much time as you want, and when you understand what you feel - he interrupted

- Then you know where to find me - he sent her a gentle smile - I'll walk you out it's late and dark - he said as he retreated inside the abandoned house to get his backpack. He didn't even leave her room to argue.

The way back to the captain's flat was not long, they walked in silence, but it was not awkward. A pleasant silence returned to them, words didn't have to fall out of their mouths to bridge the gap between them. Eric didn't go any further than Jinx didn't want to so he kept her at a distance

It was a pleasant surprise to him when he felt Jinx's little finger join his gently tangling with each other. A smile came over Eric's face, they were walking quietly and the chill of the night was getting worse, when he noticed Jinx shivering without a word he pulled off his sweatshirt

He stopped Jinx and started to put his sweatshirt on her - What are you doing? - Asked the surprised teen as she allowed him to manoeuvre her body so that he put the sweatshirt on her, almost immediately she felt a pleasant warmth, his scent wafting from the sweatshirt immediately hit the teen's nostrils and a gentle smile appeared on her lips as she inhaled his scent

- You're cold - he explained in a simple sentence, but Jinx still didn't understand

- But you will be cold now -

- It won't be -

- It will be -

- Not true, I won't be colder than you - he smiled gently as he combed her hair, dared and grabbed her hand in his and she didn't run away with her hand. Almost in thought he jumped up

She didn't have the strength to argue anymore, she gently nodded her head too tired to argue also too happy to give up her sweatshirt. She smelled him and she liked it even if she didn't understand what she was feeling

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- Where have you been? - asked the Captain's stern voice as Jinx unsuccessfully tried to quietly close the front door as she said goodbye to Eric, obviously the boy had not escaped the Captain's attention. He raised his eyebrow high expecting an explanation from the girl - I'm listening and I'd better not lie, because I'm pissed today anyway - he muttered

- Well - she giggled awkwardly putting her backpack down under the shoe lockers - Here and there - she confessed shyly correcting her sweatshirt which was too big for her by at least a size so her hands were sinking into the sleeves of the black sweatshirt, the captain concealed his smile under his chin. Ever since he had met Eric he had seen the way he looked at Jinx just waiting for the moment when it would suddenly become apparent that they were together

He won't believe in love until Jinx and Eric are together

A bit of teenage thinking, but that's what he thought. In his eyes they were made for each other - Here and there? She needs specifics. - he commanded her as he returned to the living room to plop down on the couch, with Jinx following him

- 'I promised to keep it a secret,' she confessed as she sat down next to him, pressing her knees to her chest - 'I'm sorry,' she whispered, the captain looked at her with a raised eyebrow

- I don't like it, but walker tell me who you were with - he said displeased that she didn't tell him where she was, but respected that she was keeping secrets. He had seen Eric, so he guessed she was with him, but he preferred to hear it from her - Were you with Rodriguez? -

She nodded slowly, still sniffing the sweatshirt Eric had given her - Yes - she confessed, looking at the captain in her eyes he noticed unspoken questions or words. It's hard to tell.

- Do you want to say something? - he asked suddenly cutting through the silence that had ensued, even the TV was afraid to speak up lest he cause an argument between them, but Price was calm. He trusted his brother Rodriguez, in fact he trusted the whole Rodriguez family they were decent people he knew Teodoro Rodriguez father Eric and Ava had served together in the unit once before he became a captain and before Teo started a family with Anna.

They were a lovely couple, they suited each other. I wonder if Teo would have met the captain after so many years of separation

- Nothing - she shrugged her shoulders, looking at the TV which was playing quietly in the background - I just like to think - she stated however silly that statement was, John snorted under his breath shaking his head but didn't pursue the subject he was too tired after the many hours spent at the base on paperwork and rehabilitation he still had to attend

Jinx wondered whether to ask him how he should understand what he was feeling when he spoke to Eric, but seeing his tiredness she let the subject go. She'll ask him some other time, or not at all. Maybe she will find out for herself how she feels about Eric and Isolde, they both keep dreaming in her dreams at the same time she is dreaming the same nightmare

Fire

Building

Fire

Her gaze rested on the candle that was burning next to the TV, the scented candle that Price had been given by a work colleague to celebrate his return to base effectively made the whole living room smell of gooseberries and lilacs. Jinx swallowed hard as she watched the flame of the candle dance on the air of the flat dissolving the wax that sprayed the fragrance

Something was about to happen

And she didn't know what.

[silvermoon-soliloquy]

Please Don't Wake Up

(Part Four)

Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...

cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, bottoming, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top

a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you

[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]

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You swallowed your reservations and reeled in the glee, before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. Mouths parted and tongues danced as you kissed like the air from each other’s lungs was the only air you could breathe.

A wayward hand of yours left his thighs to play with his hair, the moans that escaped the airlock you had created confirmation for you continue.

You could have spent all night kissing him, if his hands didn’t wander to your dick. His slender fingers wrapped themselves around you both, sliding up and down as he kissed you even deeper.

“Shit,” you hissed when he started going faster, your mind numb with desire, every nerve on fire with his touch. “Wanna go inside?” he whispered into your ear before gently biting it. You didn’t even need to answer, but you did, anyway.

“Yes, please,” you begged. “So polite,” Bee replied, leaning back. His eyes never leaving yours, he slid his middle and ring finger into his mouth, sliding them wet and glistening off of his tongue. With a steadying breath, he moved them to his ass, slipping them effortlessly in.

“I’ve done this a lot, picturing it was you, you know…,” he confessed, bending down to take you in his mouth. At that moment, all you wanted to do was rail him. Fuck him, claim him, and make him yours and yours alone; bury it so balls deep inside of him that you’d just fuse there and become one so he could never leave you.

“Fuck,” was all you could say to the possessive thoughts and the way he swirled his tongue around you. He kept going while stretching himself with another finger, and you watched as his face slowly became more and more undone before you.

The vibrations from the moans he was making while his mouth was busy was enough to send shivers down the entire length of your spine. Suddenly, after a while, he leaned back, leaving you there, wanting, waiting, before quickly reclaiming his spot atop your legs.

“I can’t do this, anymore, just fuck me, please,” he pleaded. “Gladly,” you replied honestly, running your hands along your favorite of his features. Guiding your dick with his hand, he slowly let you slide into him as he lowered himself down.

“It’s tight,” you breathed, leaning into him, resisting the urge to buck your hips every time he moved. Bee laughed again, yet another new sensation to remember as it made his muscles contract around you.

“More than anyone else you’ve been with?” he joked. You moved in front of his face and gently brushed the hair out from his eyes. “I was never interested in being with anyone else,” you answered seriously, staring into his surprised eyes.

“But I thought you and-?” you cut off his question with a long, desperate kiss. You grabbed his chin and turned his head, playing on his ear with your tongue. “I lied,” you whispered, gripping his thighs and snapping your hips, before moving him just a little bit faster.

“Ah!” he exclaimed, holding onto you tighter. “Fuck, do that again,” he begged, and you were more than happy to oblige. A new pace set, you finally got your wish of railing him like you’d wanted.

A mess of limbs, pleasured voices, and strained curses, you fucked him, just like he asked. The sounds your bodies made when they slapped together would ring in your ear like the aftermath of a loud concert for hours, you thought.

You didn’t really mind.

He really was a gifted musician, with the symphony he was conducting, and you were honored to be his accompaniment. You’d have made music with him for hours, if your bodies didn’t betray the idea.

Breathless, you both collapsed into a heap on the couch. In an apparent moment of post-nut clarity, Bee pushed himself up on your chest where he had been laying and looked you in the eyes.

“I didn’t just ruin our friendship, did I?” he asked.

Part Five

[fandomfluffandfuck]

AAAAAAAA IF YOU MADE MÅNESKIN THEMED STUCKY DRABBLE OR FIC I WOULD PASS AWAY I ADORE THEM (Coraline is SO Stucky)

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I have so many fucking ideas for them that are song related, you don't understand 😫😫 I wish all I had to do all day, every day was write but even then, I don't think I would get to every idea I have!

Måneskin, though, I just--

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheer Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones There is a diamond on your pillow When you're coming home Alone, I've been waiting So long, it's true Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you Put on your lipstick, show me your kinks I'm not afraid of them Show me the lovin', the lovin', the lovin' That you'll never give to a man I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy Alone, I've been waiting So long, it's true Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby? A little bit of love Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you So please, I'm begging To feel something new Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you

This just fucking screams roommate, best friend, pining-to-be-lovers Bucky to me.

Bucky plays it cool, but when Steve's out of the house, he can't help himself. He lets loose and indulges his yearning.

He snatches a pair of Steve's underwear from the laundry, it's his turn to do it, and imagines what they might smell like if they weren't freshly washes, how they might look if they were stained, how they would strain across Steve's crotch and turn dark, wetted with pre-cum like spilled champagne.

Further, feeling his bones, he imagines pressing himself all up against Steve's skinny frame, using one hand to encircle both of his wrists, pinning him down to his mattress.

His feet don't fit in Steve's shoes on account of their size difference, but that doesn't stop him from cramming his feet into them and dancing (stumbling really) to Steve's favorite songs when he's alone in their house just to sate the urge to take Steve out on the town and dance with him in front of god and everyone.

Spraying Steve's cologne on his own neck, across his own pillow, just to pretend Steve was there--that close to him.

Not reading Steve's diary, but close enough, carefully sliding his sketchbooks out from where he stashes them to flip through the pages and see what his little artist has been up to. He spends as long as he can admiring the drawings but always carefully places them exactly back where they were so he doesn't suspect a thing.

And, of course, Bucky using his alone time to drag out his jerk off sessions, fantasizing about all the things he could do with Steve, all the things he doesn't know about him but wants to. It's always the quiet ones that have the most kinks, and he's dying to know what Steve doesn't say.

Ugh. It would be so good.

And Coraline, too!! Yes!