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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 2: The Bite

This Chapter Contains: Death of Talon and Overwatch members, blood and gore, werewolf biting

“You’ve been bitten. Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.” ~ Van Helsing

A blanket of midnight mist settled onto the grass and the trees surrounding the shuttle. The air was cold and moist, like it was going to rain the second Cole took one step outside of the transport. The plants glowed a faint white against the full moon hanging high above the trees, dancing gently in the ever-so-soft breeze. There was a bite to it, nipping at his nose. Cole was about to reach for a cigarette when Reyes marched off the transport.

“We don’t have time to waste,” the Commander muttered.

Reyes fished around in his deep pockets until he drew out some sort of communicator. It was round, one side was shiny and metallic, the Blackwatch logo carved into it. On the other side was glass, a screen, that at a push of a button showed a blinking dot in the top right corner of the rounded screen and a blinking triangle in the top left.

Reyes took the first steps away from the transporter, the three following behind him like baby ducks.

No doubt it would be a lengthy hike. The farther away the transport drops them, the more unlikely Talon was to spot them and pick up their location. And with all the missions Blackwatch goes on, they needed all of the leg-ups they could get. Cole remembered overhearing discussions between Morrison and Reyes, discussions about possibly cutting funds to Blackwatch and other higher-ups in Overwatch wanting to cut off Blackwatch and disband it entirely. Reyes would only sigh and plead with Morrison for one more chance, one more opportunity to show investors and higher-ups that Blackwatch was worth it.

Maybe that’s why they were helping the United States government. It wouldn’t surprise him that they would pull funds to Blackwatch considering they now have an ex-gang member that terrorized an entire state, an ex-yakuza heir and a scientist kicked out of universities for her cruel experiments “in the name of science.” Maybe it was all to try and appease whoever paid the bills to the facility.

The trek through the woods was… eerie to say the least. Cole snapped out of his thoughts and looked around, eyes tracing over the looming trees above them. The leaves were thick enough to keep the area below at least somewhat dry from the mist. The moon peaked through some of the leaves, but it was barely enough to light up the woods.

The grass and mud made odd squishy sounds, mud caking onto his boots, and on a few occasions clinging onto the heels of his boots too much that he needed to yank his feet away from the greedy ground, earning him a pointed look from Reyes every time.

“Quit messing around, Cassidy,” Reyes growled behind grit teeth.

Cole made to talk back but all four froze when the tracker in Reyes’ hand turned off suddenly with an odd beep. Reyes fiddled with the contraption in his hands for a moment before it eventually turned back on. The screen was glitchy for a second, the white dot and triangle scrambling across the screen until the dot disappeared.

Reyes swallowed and pressed a few buttons, yet nothing happened on the screen.

A sudden high-pitched noise erupted from the device. It was loud and beeping quickly that Cole had covered his ears from it. Where the white dot had disappeared, a red exclamation point had appeared and it was pulsing on the screen.

“Come on!” Reyes barked, suddenly breaking out into a run.

Despite his age, Reyes was still a soldier pumped with whatever chemicals from years prior. The super soldier pushed past thick trees and pushed away branches and jumped over tangling roots with his crew close behind him.

The beeping had stopped sometime during their dash towards the location, silencing maybe about 300 feet away from where it was.

Cole had never seen this happen before, but Reyes seemed to know exactly what was going on.

There seemed to be a clearing ahead, bright light poked through the tree line, too bright and too yellow to be the moon. Upon pushing past a few more trees and muddy roots, Cole noticed the blue flag now stomped into the mud that belonged to Overwatch.

It was their camp. The members that were supposed to help them should shit hit the fan. The camp was a mess. Boxes kicked open and broken, a mess of food strewn about the place, bed rolls torn up and duffle bags dumped out. There were a few tents strewn about the clearing, and most of them were torn or knocked over. A small transport hover truck had been tipped over, the side peeled open by weird markings and rips in the metal.

But there was nobody around.

No agents were in the camp.

Cole wanted to call out for someone, anyone who could be around, but his mind went back to the note in Moira’s folder.

Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost.’

What if it was here? What if it attacked the agents?

Cole felt his heart beating against his chest, he felt the blood roar in his ears. One glance at Genji showed that he was thinking the same thing, keeping his eyes on the trees for any movement.

“Damn it,” Reyes growled. He entered the one tent that was left standing and ruffled around in the belongings. He came out a moment later with a destroyed communicator, screen cracked and the back plate that should have an Overwatch symbol on it was ripped open, wires cut roughly.

At their feet, Cole finally noticed the imprints of a human stampede. Bootprints scattered everywhere in different directions until it seemed that everyone had the same idea and took off to the trees next to the hover truck. Cole carefully stepped towards the tipped-over truck to get a better look.

The discs that made the truck float were cracked, sparking still. Cole kneeled down to the discs to inspect them closer. It was then he saw the bent metal behind the disc, four divots all close to each other.

He carefully stretched out a hand and pressed his fingers against the divots. His fingers were barely able to slot themselves into the divots perfectly, but there was still a lot of room between his fingers.

It was almost like Reinhardt had lifted the truck up from the bottom and flipped it over.

Cole stood up and looked at the hull of the hover truck. The blue and white design on the metal carrier was scuffed and dirty. The Overwatch logo was caked over in dirt and scratches. But what Cole really focused on were the marks - carvings really. It looked as though something took out several scoops of the metal hull, the jagged metal curving inward and the gaps were huge, about the same size as the dents under the truck.

The sudden sounds of gunfire and shouting off in the trees and screams that made the hairs on the back of Cole’s neck stand up straight. Those weren’t the screams of Overwatch fighting Talon, those were the screams of people scared for their fucking lives.

Cole looked to Reyes out of the corner of his eye with worry, almost as if asking the stern Commander with his eyes if they should really run in there in the first place.

Reyes moved to go for his guns as more terrified screams rang through the air, the Commander not wasting another second and ran into the woods. Cole hesitated for a second, fingers twitching over his holster, and Genji and Moira moved beside him, following their commander so loyally that it made Cole feel foolish.

Pushing past whipping branches and dodging tangling roots, Cole was barely able to keep up with the others in the darkness. As they had gotten closer to the sounds of terror, he could make out the flashes of muzzles firing bullets through the thicket of trees and foliage. 

Breaching the trees was easier said than done, the soaking wet marshy woods proved to be more of a challenge than anticipated. But one thing that was clear was the tall and very decrepit building that stood before them.

It had to have been an old warehouse from decades past. Tall and imposing doors were rusted and bent out of shape from the worst of times. Barely any of the windows had lasted, most shattered out by the pane while the rest were surely ruined by trashy graffiti. The tall metal and brick walls had vines and moss growing all over, blanketing the warehouse to be lost forever in time as nature surely took back her land.

One of the doors was opened fully, barred open by metal poles secured into the ground. The lights were on, but eerily, it now seemed that nobody was home. There were marks in the mud from transporting trucks, lights were on following a makeshift trail around the bends of the walls, crates were left around and dozens of footprints were pressed into the mud.

Reyes remained in the treelines, his cautious eyes scanning the building for any signs of soldiers; Talon or Overwatch, but saw none. There were still sounds of gunfire, but they were faint and echoing, coming from somewhere outside still. Reyes stood stiff and firm in the shadows until he zeroed in on something on the muddy ground and cautiously stalked out toward the object. Carefully bending over, Reyes picked up the fallen object from the mud and brushed it off, revealing an Overwatch communicator, most likely the one that sent the distress signal. It was smashed, no longer sparking, and no way of saving. The damn thing was basically split in half, barely hanging together by a few dangling wires.

“Shit,” Reyes grumbled. He looked back at the three still hidden in the treeline. “We need to move. Now!”

The four took off into the makeshift Talon base, weapons drawn and ready to take aim at the first Talon soldier they find.

The halls were empty, lights barely lit above them, casting a spell of dread over Cole as they trudged through. Gunfire was sporadic, echoing through the hallways and off sealed doors. He heard shouts here and there, too distant to make out who was making the calls.

Reyes didn’t seem to care much for hiding in the shadows right now, opting to just have both shotguns ready to fire at the first sight of Talon soldiers.

Silence blanketed the halls suddenly. You could hear a pin drop on the opposite side of the warehouse from how deathly silent it was. Swallowing thickly, Cole’s finger gripped at the trigger just a hair tighter out of stress.

Every step deeper into the hallway, the farther away they were from the open door to freedom, farther away from the misty night air, and farther into the unknown.

Who knows how long they spent walking in a straight line, like ducks in a row, possibly walking right into a trap? Something sat in the pit of his stomach, icy and heavy. Almost like a lead ball had fallen and is now sitting at the bottom of his core.

He thought about saying something. He wanted to say something. Call for backup, contact Morrison, hell, even call in the National Guard for fucks sake because something here is not the hell right.

But Reyes wouldn’t dare. With how close Blackwatch is on the verge of being shut down and disbanded by Overwatch is too much of a reality and Reyes would rather die than see it happen. Even if he gets gunned down in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the Washington wilderness. He was too proud to do such a thing.

The air sat heavy and thick. It was suffocating, like smoke from an uncontrollable fire. It was giving him a headache.

And then he heard it. Softly, he almost didn’t hear it at first.

Ticking.

Soft ticking somewhere that soon filled the echoing hallway. Growing louder by the second, Cole had glanced at his comrades who had all stopped and looked at each other. Brows all knit with confusion, trying to figure out what was making that sound.

The ticking was getting louder, and was it getting.. hotter?

The look of dread dawned on Reyes’ face.

“Get down!” he ordered.

“Halt!”

Cole looked down the hallway to see several Talon agents taking aim at them.

Cole was only able to raise Peacekeeper up to fire off one round before an explosion deafened him.

His body crashed against the wall, the wind was knocked out of him, his vision blurred. He brought a gloved hand to his nose and mouth, heaving and coughing from the smoke. His side burned from pain, his vision blurred by smoke. Gunshots rang out but he barely heard the noises from the ringing in his ears.

Cole backed away from the smoke, stumbling back until his back hit a door. It gave way with barely any effort, the cowboy falling backward into the new void that opened up behind him. Smoke barreled out with him as he fell to the floor square on his back. The door suddenly slammed shut, cutting off the scene in the hall.

“Shit!” Cole grit his teeth. He sat up and tried the handle, yet the door did not budge. He slammed a fist against the door but the old metal did not move. “Damn it.”

How long was he separated from the rest of them? A few minutes? An hour? All night? He couldn’t tell. There were no windows in this soulless place, no clocks on the wall. Just bullshit from Talon and whatever remained of the warehouse from decades past.

He heard footsteps echo down the halls here and there. This hall had a few open rooms, all nearly empty save for what remained of the warehouse. Mostly crates with some off-brand logos scattered here and there, old rusted dollys.

Peacekeeper was kept in his hand at all times, the cowboy not one letting his eyes grow tired from staring at the constant rusty grays and browns before him. One glance away and he would be as good as dead.

Where was he? Where were they? He was getting antsy. Something was not right.

Cole retrieved the small communicator out from a spare pocket from his chaps. Peaking from behind his cover to make sure no agents were near, he looked back to the small box sitting in his hand. It was almost comical how small it was in his catcher’s mitt of a hand. He hated how hard it was to work the damned thing, but he still navigated the buttons to the best of his ability while staring at the small screen. Three buttons popped up, all too far away from his. They have all split apart somehow in the span of only a few minutes.

Cole snarled and pocketed the communicator, whipping out Peacekeeper. He peered down the hall’s corner once more, brows furling as he heard the sounds of shouting and more gunfire just down the hall.

For a man in spurs and belts aplenty, he moved like a shadow in the near-forgotten halls. Stalking down the web-ridden corridor, Cole drew closer to the room at the end of the hall.

And just as it came, the gunfire silenced in an instant, and the shouting ceased. It all happened so fast that it sent a shiver down his spine.

Tip-toeing closer to the door at the end of the hall, something tickled his nose. An old, familiar scent he remembered hauntingly from his days in Deadlock. A putrid iron smell that lingered in the back of his throat as soon as it hit his nose from right outside the door.

Blood.

Even around the desert highway, he remembered it horribly. It couldn’t be dulled by the dry earth and metal shelling freshly fired out of revolvers and rifles.

The stench of blood hung heavy in his throat like a lead ball.

Cole swallowed thickly and pressed himself against the wall. With Peacekeeper in hand, he was able to face most dangers… He paused for a moment, wondering if he could handle what was on the other side of the wall.

Talon soldiers? If so, they were being awfully quiet. Overwatch agents? It couldn’t be, they would be radioing for backup from Blackwatch.

Swallowing the fear bubbling in his stomach, Cole rounded the corner and took aim with a gloved finger ready to pull the trigger.

Cole nearly dropped the modified revolver at the sight. He froze at the spot, he felt his face turn green from sickness.

Bodies.

Bodies everywhere.

Bodies and body parts. Gore and guts and blood. SO much blood everywhere.

Cole had never seen a bigger massacre in his life.

It was Talon agents strewn about, Overwatch agents too. Both red and blue armors are nearly unidentifiable in the carnage. Guns and pulse rifles were destroyed and scattered all over the floor.

The stench of blood and gore from the broken bodies strewn across the rusted metal floor made him wrinkle his nose. He longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. He longed for the flannel sheets and the soft pillows, to be tangled in the sheets with you.

He nearly vomited, Cole had to stumble away from the doorway. The communicator felt like a million pounds in the pocket of his chaps, urging him to pick it up and ring for backup.

It felt so cold in his grip, his hands trembling as he lifted it. With just a push of a button, the communicator screamed with static.

“Cassidy!” Reyes barked from his end. “Where the hell did you run off to?”

“Reyes,” Cole swallowed, “I found ‘em.”

“I’m heading to you now. Do not move.”

Reyes’ end sparked out, leaving him once again alone with the gore before him.

Cole had nearly dropped the communicator as he was left in silence. He was breathing horribly fast, he felt bile bubbling in the back of his throat. He was going to puke. Oh god, the smell was starting to linger down the hall to where he stood. He covered his nose and mouth with a gloved hand and pocketed the communicator.

He didn’t know what possessed him, but he couldn’t help but look back at the snuff film behind him. He looked over faces that were mangled beyond recognition, armor torn apart as if they were made of paper. He narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Gunfire doesn’t do that.

Gunfire doesn’t smash faces in or rip armor up in grooves like that. Bullets nor energy beams fired from any rifle couldn’t do that. He’s seen massacres from gunfire, it never happened like this.

Someone did this.

Something did this.

A small movement in the room caught his eye, somewhere in the middle of the room. A hand had twitched.

Whatever possessed him had pulled him into the room. Peacekeeper was holstered immediately as Cole beelined for the twitching hand’s owner despite the danger and gore surrounding him.

It was an Overwatch agent that the hand belonged to. His face was torn up and bloody, his armor caved in, and the poor man could barely move. His eyes locked onto Cole’s in an instant. He choked on his own breath the second he saw the Blackwatch uniform.

“Get out of here,” the agent gurgled.

His voice was so soft, Cole almost didn’t hear him.

“Reyes is coming, ya just gotta hold on,” Cole stated as calmly as he could.

He reached down to grab the agent’s hand only for the man to snatch at Cole’s ankle. His face was twisted in pure terror.

“It’s still here.”

Those three little words made his blood freeze.

A loud bang rattled somewhere in the warehouse, echoing through the vents and the hallways making Cole nearly jump out of his skin.

It. Not they or he or she.

It.

It wasn’t human.

It was still there in the same warehouse as he was. As his comrades were.

The agent’s breathing had quickened before he suddenly stopped breathing. He had let go of Cole’s ankle, leaving him once again all alone in the iron-musked silence. He was left standing alone in the carnage he could have prevented if he knew where to have looked.

He felt his world spinning, his throat felt like it was closing. He didn’t know what to do. He looked around the room some more, trying to figure out if anyone else was still alive, if anyone else could be saved from this carnage, but not a soul moved.

Almost as if a lever had been switched, Cole stood at attention.

He felt a presence around him.

His eyes scanned the bodies once more, both Talon and Overwatch, but none were looking at him. He backed up from the bodies back where he came from at the archway, stumbling over the bodies and stepping in pools of body fluids.

He had tripped over a rifle, sending the thing skidding a little ways to the other end of the room. His eyes followed the ruined firearm to the opposite archway.

The other archway ended in a lit-up hallway, a bright red 'EXIT’ sign pointing to the right was still crying out in its neon glory.

Relief washed over him. He could leave. He could leave this damn snuff film. Cole took off down the hallways, bounding down the hall, twisting and turning until he came to a crossroad. No exit sign to be seen, Cole looked down both ends.

One end had no lights on at all until the end of the hallway where only one light was lit above a door. To the right, the hall seemed just fine. One door was open towards the middle. Cole took a few steps to the right, but stopped at a noise.

Heavy breathing that wasn’t his own.

He shivered as wet sounds filled the air and the sound of metal and hard plastics crunching.

It was coming from the open door.

He wasn’t alone.

His mind was racing a million miles a second, wondering who it could be. Maybe an Overwatch who had gotten away from the carnage somehow? Patching their wounds? A Talon agent Cole could knock some answers out of and wait for Reyes and the rest to catch up?

Maybe it was that thing the poor soul babbled on about before he passed away right underneath Cole.

He took a few quiet steps closer to the open door. He could make out a foul odor, similar to the one from the room but not as awful. Blood filled the air, but it was fresh. It wasn’t lingering and heavy in the air.

As soon as he reached the door Cole froze like a deer in headlights. There was a figure taking up most of the room.

The figure was barely human at all, just barely. Hair was thickly coating the hulking and lanky body, coating the body almost like fur on a dog. The limbs were lanky and unnaturally long. Hands were janky, fingers gangly and ending in disgustingly long claws; Claws that were carving up the Talon agent’s body, ripping out sinew and muscle with ease in some sick enjoyment. And its legs, bent at odd angles, feet smaller than normal, nails the same as its hands with gnarled black claws. Its head was ducked low, past the broad shoulders. He heard snuffling and heavy breathing from the thing. His heart nearly sunk in fear when it finally lifted its head. Ears perked up at the top of its head like a dog, a face that had melted into a wolf-like muzzle, fangs - some too big to even fit in the mouth - caked in blood and holding remains of the agent between them.

It was something out of a horror movie.

A damn werewolf.

Talon had a damn werewolf?!

Cole swallowed thickly, his blood running like liquid ice in his veins.

The monster was still distracted dismembering the poor Talon agent. Cole slowly and as quietly as he could, backed away from the monster, doing his best to not make a peep. He winced at the faintest noise his spurs made as he tip-toed back into the light of the hallway.

Just as he backed away into the hallway fully, the communicator screamed with static in his pocket. The monster whipped its head around to lock eyes with Cole. A putrid yellow staring into his honey brown.

“Cassidy!” the communicator barked. Reyes, the damn fool. “I told you not to leave your position! Where did you get off to now?”

The monster lowered itself onto all fours, leaving behind the body to look at Cole solely.

“Fuck,” Cole whispered.

In a second, Cole had whipped out Peacekeeper and fired one bullet before the monster took off towards him, the bullet lodging in the beast’s shoulder. Cole booked it down the hallway back where he came from with the beast hot on his trail. It bounded at him on all fours, claws digging into the hard floors and digging up the metal and concrete with every lunge. It didn’t seem to care at all for the bullet jammed near its throat.

Cole turned slightly as he was running and shot twice, both bullets hitting the beast in the chest. The monster let out a roar that rattled the hallway.

As he turned a corner, the beast went skidding against the ground. He dug the communicator out of his pocket and fumbled with the buttons until it sparked back to life.

“Reyes! I need help!” Cole pleaded. He turned to shoot one more time, planting the bullet in the other shoulder. “I found what killed them!”

“Where are you?”

“I’m damn well running for my life because of you!”

He fired one more time as he rounded another corner just as the beast turned behind him. The halls felt like a spiral, like one big messy maze. He was lost; lost and being chased by a monster.

The beast had lunged at him, spreading out its wicked claws as it landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. The gun had skidded away from him as he landed hard on his chest, the beast grabbing at the bulletproof vest on his back and shredding it with ease. Cole went to reach for Peacekeeper just as the beast sunk its claws into his back, piercing his skin and digging into the muscle. Cole shouted in pain, choking as the beast tore into him.

Blood trickled down from his back, staining the gray undershirt he wore a deep black.

His fingertips barely brushed against the bottom of the handle, gloved nails just missing the spur.

The beast dislodged one hand and planted it on Cole’s head, pinning it to the ground. All of a sudden the beast unlatched its wide jaws and bit down on Cole’s shoulder.

Cole howled with pain, back flexing, fingers curling in agonizing pain. It felt like someone had poured acid directly onto his shoulder. It felt like venom was coursing through his veins, scattered across his body in a matter of seconds.

His fingers struggled to grip onto the trigger, finally able to grab at the spur and pull Peacekeeper to him by the handle.

The beast reared its head back to bite down again on his arm still pinned under the beast, claws sinking into his body and dragging across his flesh, splitting open new wounds, allowing more blood to spill.

Cole rammed his bleeding shoulder into the beast’s bleeding throat, knocking the monster off of him long enough for him to twist just enough to fire the last bullet at the beast. The bullet lodged into one of the beast’s yellow eyes.

The creature reared back, clawing at its missing eye in pain, yowling and crying as it scratched at its face. Just as it finally recovered, Cole had fully turned onto his back, reeling one foot back just enough to kick the thing in the face, a sickening crack resonating from its muzzle. Black blood oozed from its now missing eye, down its face, dripping into its open mouth full of sharp fangs; Fangs covered in his own damn blood.

The monster snapped its jaws as Cole reared back for another kick, landing one right on its nose with another sickening crack. The monster had snapped down onto his ankle, tearing the leather chaps and black jeans he wore, biting through the leather cowboy boots and piercing into his ankle.

Cole hollered in pain once more, grabbing Peacekeeper once more and smacked the beast in the face with the heavy nose of his gun. The beast grabbed at its bleeding muzzle, whimpering in pain as black blood dripped between its fuzzy fingers. Cole tried to back away from the creature, scooting back as quickly as he could.

The beast had lowered its hands and lunged at Cole one more time. The cowboy had brought a knee up to lessen the blow, raising his other hand to choke the werewolf as much as he could. The beast snapped its jaws, blood and saliva dripping and splattering against his face and neck.

Cole shouted and cried out in pain. He felt his life flashing before his eyes.

He was about to die at the hands of some monster straight out of horror movies.

The beast struggled against Cole, snapping its jaws and yowling to bite him once.

A gunshot rang out, the beast crying out as it practically jumped off Cole. It whipped its head around to stare down Reyes, Genji, and Moira standing right behind it. Snarling, the werewolf stood up to its full height, standing between Cole and the rest of Blackwatch, its fanged mouth still caked in Cole’s blood.

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Them Video Games pt2

A very special Non Fandom fic that i care deeply about. I wrote this a few years ago around E3 Time and ive since rewrote it and turned it into a fic with Suna. But this is the rewrite and the one i adore. Part 2 because its still too long . (Its 11k words) so maybe one more part? This part ends on a cliffanger oops

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W! Nsfw. Incest slightly. Body image issues.One slur

Kiki was dressed in her Converse and blue thigh highs, her skirt was blue and she had on a ps4 shirt. She also had a little pink messenger bag with controller buttons all over it . Toshi did not live to far surprisingly. They actually have to pass his house to get to school. She also brought some money with her to pay for the controller. It was not much but.. it was a start to buying a new one. Was he really upset? He seemed it.. maybe she could show him the strategy videos she liked.

The house was coming into view and also the black Mazda. Kiki pulled her bag close going up to the door knocking lightly. She looked around while she waited. It was a small house nothing to fancy. She jumped when the door opened.

Toshi smiled leaning on the door looking down at her. Cute. Super cute.

He was wearing blue pj bottoms and a black tank top, his arm was bandaged along with his shoulder and chest.

“Ohayo” he said.

“Uh!!! Ko..ni..no wait that's afternoon ..” she rubbed her face and Toshi laughed pulling her in and closing the door.

“Adorable. Well cmon” he walked down the hall and Kiki hurried after him. “ uh .. Toshi!” She said.

He looked back and opened his door going in, Kiki followed opening her bag getting the money , she held her hand out to give him the money but she froze when she saw his room. Amazing.. was an understatement.

He had shelves on his walls. One was full of figures , another had certain video games in special protective cases and the last case had trophies on it. All gold trophies it looked like. Some said ‘Champion’ and some said ‘E3 finalist Winner’ , one said ’Nintendo E3 Winner’. His tv was huge.. it sat on a corner desk that fit right into the corner , it had a shiny Ps4 system tucked into it nicely and a pink Switch next to it. There was also some gaming posters scattered around the room. His bed was very big and mostly black with what looked like japanese symbols on it. He had multiple controllers docked , all different colors sitting on his desk. On the desk was also the controller in half ..a special edition blue one.

Toshi smirked when he saw her looking all around his room with the money in her hand. He tapped her head and she jumped looking at him. “Here! It's not enough to cover it but i can get the rest if i do chores soo..”

Toshi took the money and put it back in her bag startling her. “I don't need it, i'm not replacing it.”

“Wah? Why not ? It's the special edition?!?”

“Well i wanna have a reminder of when i got my ass handed to me in Overwatch” he chuckled ruffling her hair and grabbing a controller. “Show me these strategy videos Mishiko” he sat down on the floor , his back to his bed.

Kiki sat down next to him putting her bag next to her. The Ps4 turned on and Kiki’s heart jumped.

“You have the same theme as me!!!!” She pointed at the NieR theme, the music sending chills up her back. He smirked rubbing his bandages. “Well how about that.” He handed her the controller after opening YouTube. The videos that showed up were… mostly video game walkthroughs or Top 10 mixed in with music playlists. Kiki typed the video in and put the controller down after hitting play. She didn't skip the ad though.

“ you dont skip ads?” He leaned forward to skip it and Kiki jumped up grabbing his arm to stop him.

“No no! I dont skip if i like the guy!” She whined sitting on her knees holding. Toshi felt a smile come across his face when she grabbed onto him. He pulled her between his legs holding her in place. Kiki struggled whining and Toshi let go , the video started and she looked back , her cheeks flushed .

“Sorry Mishiko .” He held his arms up. She wiggled around, she could hear the video too. “Is it okay .. if I sit here? I dont know if you have a girlfriend i …”

He pulled her back wrapping his arms around her again. “Nope, so what do you like about this guy?” He gestured to the tv.

“Well uh.. hes funny. Most strategy videos is just long lectures and he makes it fun” her eyes wandered to his bandaged arm . She saw something black it looked like under them. Could he feel her heartbeat? She was so surprised by him grabbing her like this. He smelled nice too.. a nice leather scent lingered around his neck , it was a mix of cherries to.. must be his shampoo.

Toshi could see she was nervous in his arms, she seemed a little shaky and her knees were up. He laid his chin on her shoulder watching the video and he felt her pulse pick up.

“Uh.. Toshi?”

“Hm?” He was watching the video.

“Are you angry about the controller . I feel really bad.”

“Nope. I already told you Mishiko, don't worry about it”

“Okay.. those trophies ? You've been to E3?”

“I go every year. Free ride”

“Really?!?” She peeled his arms off her turning around to look at him and Toshi sat up straight laying his arms on his knees. “Indeed. Little neko” he smiled.

Kiki felt her cheeks flush red. Neko?. She looked all around trying to hide her embarrassment and Toshi dipped his head chuckling at her.

“Wanna go with me this year?” He teased.

“Uh YES! But .. I don't know if Max would let me.. and you probably have someone else you wanna take “

“ i dont see anyone else here with me” he said rubbing his bandages growing irritated. Toshi pulled his shirt off getting up grab a container off his dresser and sitting back down. Kiki sat criss cross trying not to look..

he pulled his bandages off revealing a black japanese tribal tattoo. “Wanna help me put this on my ink? It itches.”

Kiki held her hands out without realizing it , the container dropped in her hands and Toshi dipped two fingers in and applied it to his arm. Kiki scooted a little closer watching him. He looked a little relieved when he applied the medicine. Slowly Kiki dipped her fingers in to the cold liquid and rubbed it on his upper chest. Toshi smiled at her applying more to his arm , he watched her shaking hand travel all around his chest all over his tattoo. She was tiny to him , never really saw her around school either.

“Hey” he said.

Kiki finished with the medicine looking up.

“Yeah?”

“ I never saw you around school , where do you hang out ? “

“Oh.. “ she pulled her bag close hugging it “nowhere.. I just rush to the next class.. I dont . .. besides Max and Adam i have no friends. Everyone in my class calls me a hermit”

Toshi furrowed his brow listening to her . What the fuck. “Well thats a fucking awful thing to say to someone.” He petted her head .

“I just want one friend heh.. I guess maybe next year.”

Toshi pulled her to him squeezing her for a long while. Kiki whined struggling in his grip , eventually she gave in and hugged him back.

“Your pretty cool, here, show me what you can do” he grabbed his controller giving her it. She did not take it, instead she just looked down at his chest. Toshi rubbed her back. “Oh cmon, yosh yosh..” he rubbed more and tipped her chin up. “ little neko.” He kissed her forehead making Kiki get very red in the face.

“Uh!!” She panicked pushing back and he let go of her.

“Mishiko you are awesome. Your into cool things. Don't let those losers get to you. I dont” he switched to a game looking at the tv. “You know how many people still call me a Jap?”

“No..” she sat down between his legs picking up another controller turning it on joining his game.

“Sucks, but who cares.” He laid his chin on her shoulder.

“Do you.. wanna make bets?” She asked playing.

“Ouuu yosh.”

They laughed . “ if i win i get to keep your thigh highs”. He said . Kiki looked back at him for a second then back at the tv.

“Okayy..” she giggled . “If i win .. I want another kiss.. please.”

He nuzzled into her neck smiling.

“Deal”

The gaming got very heated between the two. Kiki got out from Toshi’s grip standing up on her knees to play and Toshi stood up to sit on his bed leaning forward. They yelled at each other and the screen, it was Street Fighter. They both had one loss and this match would decide who won.

“COME ON!!!” She yelled button mashing.

“GIVE UP KIKI” he grinned watching his special bar inch closer till it shined . He grinned activating it and it was all over in a matter of seconds. Toshi won and Kiki gently placed the controller down watching the screen. Her character was on the ground , she lost.

She looked back to see Toshi putting his controller down and leaning back on his arms smirking. He saw her sad face and gestured his fingers for her to come over. “ awwww c'mon , now i feel bad. C'mere little neko”

Kiki got up coming over looking all around, she held her shirt once she got between his legs. Tohi was a tall boy , maybe an even 6’ . His hair was black and long , hanging just above his eyes. “How.. uh. Should i just take em off?” She asked a little lost.

“Mm nope. Can i take them off you?” He asked leaning forward looking up at her smiling.

“I .. I guess so . Why do you want them though?” She asked curious.

Toshi smiled extending his hand to her left thigh, gently he wrapped his hand around the back of it squeezing gently. Kiki shuffled her knees around and covered her face. She was all tingly between her thighs and her heart fluttered around.

“Well i'm into it. What are you into hmm?” He asked gently moving his hand down her thigh to her leg. Taking her thigh high with him.

She thought it over for a minute. What was she into? She never really thought about it too much. She lifted her foot and Toshi slid her thigh high off, he squeezed it and then gripped her other thigh repeating the process.

“I never.. really thought about it i guess. “ she finally answered. Toshi frowned as he slid her thigh high down. She stepped out of it and he placed it with the other.

“Never had a boyfriend to figure it out with?” He asked poking her stomach. Kiki wiggled feeling a little embarrassed.

I guess this is a little too much for her, he thought.

“Mishiko you want that kiss?”

“But i didn't win?”

“ ah well.. I want to kiss as well, so ill let it slide, after that we can do whatever you want. “

“You do? Why?”

“Well you were yelling at me during Street Fighter. You should see these guys i beat at tourneys. They get so angry but just walk away. Maybe it's a turn on for me. Maybe i wanna be your first kiss. Maybe i think your cute and i like you. One things for sure though Mishiko, you're the coolest gamer girl i've ever met”

Kiki hid behind her hands whining loud.

“stoppp .. it's embarrassing. Im sure theres lots of hot juniors at school”

Toshi reached up moving her hands from her face and grabbed her hips pulling her close to him and sat her down on his right thigh.

“Trust me. There's not.” He kissed her gently and lovingly. Kiki jumped stumbling and Toshi held her hips firmly . Her heart jumped when his lips touched her, she had no idea what to do with her hands so she just held his face trying her best to kiss him back.

Toshi broke away after a minute while squeezing her hips smiling at her red face. Kiki’s hands slowly fell from his face to her chest holding it. “Uhm.. it was nice.. “ she spoke softly.

“Yes it was, what would you like to do now? My plan was to keep you till Max started blowing up my phone.”

Kiki wiggled and leaned on Toshi closing her eyes and Toshi smirked wrapping an arm around her laying back, his other hand behind his head .

“..Toshi?”

“Hm?”

“Ill convince Max to let me go with you.”

He pet her head . “Sounds good little neko”

The two were still laying in bed , Kiki was on top of Toshi , she was pretty sure he could hear her heartbeat. This was all new to her. .. it all happened so fast too. There's no way Max would approve of any of this though. Its crazy how.. she never noticed him at school before, to busy keeping her head down avoiding everything. Toshi had asked her what she was into to. What did he mean though?

She peaked up to see Toshi holding his phone up above his face browsing. He looked down smiling at her.

“Yes ?”

“ what did you mean.. when you asked what im into? Do you have an example?”

Toshi smirked turning his phone to her and Kiki shyly sat up on Toshi’s lap . She rubbed her eye with one hand and took the phone with the other looking at the screen. She jumped and Toshi enjoyed the little hump she did on him.

.”its a .. very lewd catgirl” she said, her face red.

“Yep” smirked the happy man. “What's she got on?”

“Uhm.. fake paws.. ears..tail.. thigh highs and a t shirt” she looked over at her thigh highs that were laying on the bed then at Toshi.

“So it like.. makes you happy?”

“More ways then one. Swipe left”

Kiki swiped and saw a drawing of the same cat girl but she did not have the shirt on, instead she had a collar attached to a leash, she was sitting next to a man but she was on the floor.

“So.. the Master stuff?” She asked looking closer and Toshi shot up wrapping his arms around her back laughing, he took his phone back swiping a few times and showing her a photo of the last picture but it was a cosplay.

“Little neko how do you know what a Master is hm?” He teased her. Kiki wiggled around trying to hide her blushing face in her hands. “Ii.. if im really bored i look up fan fics of game characters and i came across Master stuff…”

“Oh yeah? Did you read it?” He asked rubbing her thigh. Kiki nodded once hiding behind her hands.

“Adorable, look at you.” He teased moving her hands, she was very red and her lip was pouty. Kiki whined looking around fast.

“Can i read it too?” He asked smirking.

“I.. i guess yeah…my phone is in my bag ..”

Toshi leaned down grabbing the bag and Kiki fished out her phone and opened up Safari, she typed and handed Toshi the phone.

While he was reading his phone went off and Toshi glanced over to see the screen. “Max is calling why dont you take it , ill be here”

Kiki agreed taking the phone and quickly getting off of the mans lap going to the hallway. Toshi laid his head back on his pillow reading the fan fic, so shes into the same things as him… interesting.

Kiki was on the phone with her brother.

“Max?”

“Kiki are you ok?”

“Yes why? I.. “

“How long do you plan on staying?”

“I..i dont know. “

“Just make sure its before dinner ok?”

“Okay Max..”

She hung up looking at the phone screen, he had Akali as his background. He also had a ton of text message notifications. Kiki hurried back holding the phone out.

“ hey you've got some texts. And I can only stay for another half hour..”

“Little..neko. Come here” he sounded different to her, more serious ..

Kiki flinched going over and setting the phone on the dresser. Toshi placed her phone next to it and pointed to the floor. “Sit” he ordered.

Kiki immediately felt her cheeks flush red once she heard his words.. it sent tingles all the way to her thighs . Carefully Kiki sat down on her knees by the bed trying to figure out which one she actually let him read. She heard the bed shift behind her , Toshi’s legs were on both sides of her. He gently lowered his left hand to cup her cheek.

Which was it,!! Which one?!? They were all kind of the same but.. they all had this one unique tag. It couldn't have been… the most erotic one was it?!

“This fanfic is quite dirty for such a little neko like you ” He spoke slowly, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. “As a Master im not sure how I should react to it” he gently tipped her chin up so she could see him looking down at her.

“What do you think?” He asked smirking.

Kiki was wet, so very wet. Her thighs were starting to ache and she got slightly dizzy listening to Toshi.

“.. i cant.. be you're Neko without a.. collar”

She knew which one it was now… Toshi had the same attitude as the character in the fanfic. Her favorite one.

“Ill have to get one for my little neko then” he tapped her forehead and stretched groaning.

“Ahh.. been way too long since I last did that.” He teased.

Kiki shot up grabbing her bag and Toshi grabbed her hand. “Woah wheres the fire?” He asked.

“Just hurry up and make fun of me so i can leave..”

She was shaking, she was embarrassed and hot all over. Toshi pulled her over and sat her on his thigh again, he instantly felt her wetness on him. He ignored it for now and hugged her.

“I'm not making fun of you Mishiko, i showed you what i like didnt i? We like the same things.”

“Please.. dont tell Max.” She looked up at him peaking through her hands.

“I won't cutie. But if you're serious about the collar, we can work towards that, id be on board for that”

Kiki shifted around thinking it over, she tried not to look at Toshi since she was embarrassed. Would Max be okay with her dating his friend-wait. He just said the collar stuff.. not that he wanted to date.. he wouldn't want to date her anyway. I mean who would..

Toshi tapped her forehead making her look at his smiling face. She nodded in agreement and Toshi rubbed her thigh. “Well yosh. So you are okay with it then? “

“Yes i am “

He smirked nuzzling his cheek into her neck hugging her tightly. Kiki squeezed him tightly trying to push her feelings aside. This is enough.. it's basically the same thing. She leaned on him just enjoying his embrace, his clean scent, his arms around her. Until her phone buzzed making her groan. Toshi chuckled grabbing it and handing her it. “Boyfriend?” He teased.

She didn't even look at him when she answered him.

“Its Max, my only contacts are Max and Adam so.. no.. hello?” She answered her phone.

Toshi watched her while she talked , oh shit .. so she really is just all alone. Does Max not try to get her to socialize? A sophomore with no friends? Not one goddamn friend?

He pulled her hips closer to him and Kiki almost fumbled her words . She mouthed “what are you doing?!?” To him and he just winked at her.

Kiki blushed a bright red as she talked.

“Okay.. okay.. yes Max.. ok im on my wa-“

He lifted her up and sat her down again with both legs on the side of him , Kiki put her free hand between her thighs holding her skirt down and Toshi nuzzled her cheek chuckling ,he rubbed her thighs while he listened to the conversation.

“Im on my way home..”

Toshi spread his legs a bit and Kiki was losing balance, she couldn't hold onto her skirt and Toshi with one hand…

“Okay well if you don't hurry ill hide all the HDMI cords Kiki” Max said.

“WHAT NO. MAX!” She was falling , Kiki whined grabbing onto Toshi digging her nails into his shirt. Toshi looked down to see her skirt bunched up over her thighs and her panties nearly visible.

“MAX PLEASE DON'T I NEED -“ she felt rubbing on her inner thigh. Kiki’s head shot down to look to see Toshi’s bony hand slipping under her skirt, the sensation she was feeling was unlike any other. She felt her head get foggy and her midsection ached, if she stretched it would have felt euphoric .

“Well then hurry up.” Max said hanging up, Kiki dropped her phone on the bed and Toshi laid back moving her forward to his chest.

“Can you spare five minutes little neko?”

“ just WHAT did you think you were doing?!? What if he caught on? If he heard you?!? He would have killed me! Toshi are you listening?”

Toshi lifted Kiki up with ease bringing her closer to his face, he clicked his teeth when he remembered she still had her panties on, oh well.

“I'm listening Mishiko i promise. but its fun to be a little dangerous. “ his thumbs grabbed her skirt till he had a good grip and carefully he yanked the skirt up revealing her panties , doing his best not to drop her in the process.

Her panties were … D.VA panties. He looked up at her and Kiki had her hands covering her face.

“Dont laugh!!!!” She whined .

“Why would i laugh? I've got Junkrat boxers on”

He rubbed the little wet spot on her panties with his thumb, Toshi watched her wiggle from it and dug his thumb into the side of her panties moving them to the side. Kiki felt a slight chill , she moved her hands away to see Toshi lowering her down.

“Wait Toshi!!!”

“Itedakimas!” He sat her on his face and started licking at her folds . Kiki could not hold in her laugh , she leaned on the wall laughing , she held his head with one hand, her other on the wall. Toshi was laughing aswell , trying his best to lick in a steady pace.

“You… i cant.. belieeeve…” she moaned with each lick. She felt his other hand part her folds so he could dig his tongue in deeper , Kiki was panting into the wall feeling very flustered and hot. Her whole body was crying for more, her thighs were shaking and her juices were dripping down them.

Toshi felt her clench around his tongue and pulled away to lick at her clit sending Kiki over the edge, she let out a loud moan and Toshi smiled gently nipping her thigh. “Cum for me little neko” he whispered.

Kiki came hard falling forward twitching. Toshi licked her clean and pulled her skirt back down sitting her next to him. Kiki laid there coming down from her high, Toshi snuggled her close petting her head.

“You .. really said..”

“I did”

“ it was hilarious.” She managed a weak laugh. Toshi laughed and the two cuddled, ignoring her buzzing phone.

The two were in Toshi’s car sitting outside Kiki’s home, Max was leaning on the door looking .. angry was not the right word. Kiki figured her playstation was unplugged and locked up somewhere . She undid her seatbelt and Toshi grabbed her phone putting his number in it . “There, you can text me whenever Mishiko, don't matter what time it is.” He plopped her phone on her lap.

Kiki put the phone in her bag then looked at Toshi.

“ but you had a lot of messages on your phone..”

“Yeah its just Gina and Kera , no one important. But , Mishiko?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Have i done anything today that bothered you? I want to make sure you consent to everything. Im probably going to ask you about the collar stuff again too”

She gripped her skirt thinking it over, her knees rubbing together. Her body felt tired from the orgasm , like she was really heavy and shaky.

“Everything was nice Toshi. I'm just sorry im so .. inexperienced..”

“Nani? Oh Mishiko. That's okay , i like to teach. “

“I.. I wanna hang out again. But Max looks like hes putting me under house arrest.”

Toshi looked out his window to see Max still leaning on the door. He looked back at the girl.

“Ill convince him Mishiko. Bring your favorite movie and snacks okay? We can have a nice soft night.”

She blushed nodding and getting out.

She wanted to ask something but…

Gently she closed the door and waved once she got to Max. Toshi waved driving away and Max stared down at her.

Kiki put her bag on the couch turning to Max, he sighed hugging her tightly. Ah.. so he was not mad. Just worried.. Kiki whined when he hugged her to tight.

“You're okay?” He leaned down cupping her face.

“Yes Max” she wiggled around

“Why didn't you answer?”

“I was in the bathroom.. and Toshi was playing Tomb Raider..”

He squeezed her for a long time .

”uhm.. im hungry Max”

He let go and the two went to go eat dinner.

Toshi was home lying on his bed with one hand in his sweatpants and the other holding the thigh highs.

Max had not unplugged anything thankfully… everything was where it should be . Kiki sat down on her bed turning on her Ps4 and saw a friend request from Toshi. She accepted and looked through all his trophies, pretty much the same as hers .. maybe a few more than her. Lots of different games, he also had a lot of followers.

She laid down opening Youtube putting on her playlist, she rolled to her stomach just listening.

“Uhhn.. hes so popular it seems like.” Kiki rolled to her side looking at her wall. “Today was… i dont even know”

Kiki woke up the next day around 9 am . She whined feeling her phone buzz next to her , pulling her phone over, flipping it over to see a picture of Catwoman and a text from Toshi.

‘Morning Little Neko. Leave Max to me. And I'll pick you up around 3 okay?”

Kiki rubbed her eyes before replying. “Why do i feel so.. upset..”. She sat up looking at the message . “I want to be .. his girlfriend..” she got off her bed dragging herself to her mirror looking at herself. Kiki was 5’2, c cups, a tiny chub stomach and plump thighs. Her hair was long and brown, down to the middle of her back . She lifted her shirt to look at her stomach and turned to the side to see her back . “He would have said he wanted to be my boyfriend right? “ her shirt fell from her hands. “The.. Master stuff does not mean that ..” she went back to her bed rubbing her eye , grabbing her phone .

‘I don't feel good , can we reschedule?”

Toshi tapped his screen pausing the video he was watching to open Kikis message, he blinked , furrowing his brows and sitting up in bed.

“Mishiko? Are you alright?”

“Have i done something? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Dammit what's wrong ..”he asked himself, running his hand through his hair.

“Im fine , I think i need a day to myself. I'll see you monday.”

“Mishiko….” Toshi put his phone down looking at the soft blanket he dug out of his closet , it had D.VA on it .

••

Kiki only really left her room to eat a single piece of toast and to shower. She said good morning to Max too. “Hey kiki, doing anything today?” He asked, reaching over her to get the cereal.

“No, I'm kinda tired. “

Oh no. He looked down at his sister . “Oh yeah? Late night gaming?”

“No, just tired.” She took her toast up to her room , Max heard the door close and he ripped his phone out dialing Toshi.

“ oha-“

“What the fuck did you do.”

“...? Excuse me?”

“Mishiko is being quiet , she's letting me tease her and she's not gushing about games.”

Toshi’s heart was racing. Oh fuck. Fuck. He went too far. God dammit…. fuck….. “i didn't do anything. Max, I never did anything to your sister. “

“You fucking swear Toshi”

“Yes, Max. Fucking hell.”

Max leaned on the counter groaning, pinching the space between his eyes. “Alright.”

The relief Toshi felt was like a weight off his damn shoulders. “Is that all she said.”

“Yes, then went back up to her room.”

Toshi grabbed his controller, turning his PS 4 on and checking his friends. She wasn't on.

“Max i, -“

“Ill let you know if she leaves her room.”

“Okay…”

Max hung up and Toshi squeezed his controller, he grabbed the thigh highs that were still on his bed staring at them. “How could you let this happen. The one nice girl you meet and you take it too far.” He dropped everything on the floor running his hands through his hair. Meanwhile, kiki was curled up in her bed, sniffling.

[yandere-society]

Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

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author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did.  In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

•·················•·················•

Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny.  Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.  

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.

[jane-fucking-seymour]

Legend of the Six - Weapons / Armor Descriptions Edition

Y’all wanted it, so here we go! There will be spoilers for Legend of the Six up until the current chapter (Chapter 13, “Seymour) so if you’re not caught up you can read up here!

Putting under a read more because we’re about to go REALLY detailed. I hope this helps, anon!

QUEENS

Catherine of Aragon

Armor - golden in color. Very similar to what you see Anduin wearing, aka the blonde in this trailer for World of Warcraft: Battle for Azeroth (he does the mass Resurrection spell / he’s basically a Blessed). Aragon’s armor isn’t blue at all, though; it’s completely golden. Catherine’s also a bit slimmer in build.

Weapons - Her sword is basically Dawnbreaker from Skyrim except slightly bigger. She sometimes has a shield which is also still similar to what you see the alliance have but it glows faintly with Radiant energy. Radiant energy pretty much looks like what Anduin was using.

Anne Boleyn

Armor - she has leather armor under a dark green cloak that she almost always wears (even while asleep sometimes). Hair is usually in the space buns, that didn’t change. One of the more basic designs out of all of the six. 

Weapons - her daggers are basically Ebony Daggers from Skyrim. One of them has a chain connected to it so now it’s a dagger she can throw and retract (or swing from!). 

Jane Seymour

Armor - Actually pretty similar to her costume. Not a lot changes for her, outside of the fact that sometimes she has her hair up in a bun. She’ll also sometimes have a cloak on if it’s chilly at night; she gets cold easily. It’s not a shiny costume, though; anything that’s shiny on Jane’s costume in the show is leather here.

Weapons - A staff that’s straight as a board, very similar to an Oak Staff from Final Fantasy XII. It’s usually attached to her back when she’s not using it. She also has a steel dagger on her belt. Unknown to the others, she’s actually had a Hidden Blade on her wrist the entire time. She also has a few potions on her belt usually.

Anna of Cleves

Armor - Ruby in color, but similar style to the Golden Knight from Elder Scrolls Online. Sometimes also wears a cape with it to be fancy. Very intricate in design, though there’s a spot over her heart that looks like something’s been melted on it. (It was the Crest of Holbein, but she melted it when she knew Henry would come looking for her.) 

Weapon - When she uses her usual trusty shield and sword, her sword looks like a broadsword that seems like it should be a two-handed weapon but isn’t.  Her shield is similar to the one the Golden Knight has as well. She’s also been known to use two-handed weapons as well; when she does, it looks like a broadsword that’s got some wear and tear on it, as if she’s had it for a while.

Katherine Howard

Armor - Keyleth from Critical Role. Has a small crown of twigs / antlers sorta thing (think a flower crown of antlers/branches sorta thing) is moreso pink than the deep red you see there. The staff isn’t what she uses, though. That all being said, it’s a mix of leather armor and cloth. She’s as covered as she can be. 

Weapon - looks like a wooden staff with a crooked tip. About as basic as a wooden staff as you can imagine. 

Catherine Parr

Armor - Percy from Critical Role. Keeps the pants. Is actually the least protected of the group as it’s all cloth. Always has a few potions on her as well as a few books. General color, too, though she’s usually in blue, grey and white combination.

Weapon - Made of metal. Sleek, dark silver, has a crystal that glows and floats at the tip. When she’s not using it - just like Jane - it’s equipped to her back. Also has a Rapier that’s similar to Weiss from RWBY.

Ladies in Waiting (that you’ve seen thus far lmao)

Maria / Lyrena

Armor - Brigette from Overwatch but not as big on the backpack part on the back of her. Purple tinted however, and has the crest of the Realm on the cloth.

Weapon - similar sword and shield to Catherine of Aragon.

Children of the Queens

Elizabeth  

Armor - Jaina Proudmoore from World of Warcraft is the closest I can think of. Purple in accents though, and a crest of Holbein on her chest. Instead of the anchor necklace it’s actually a locket; inside is her mother’s symbol.

Weapon - similar rapier to Parr. Will sometimes have a staff that’s similar to Jane’s, though.

Mary

Armor - pretty much her mother’s except simpler (Blesseds kind of have a uniform to an extent because their armor itself is enchanted with Radiant energy). 

Weapon - again, pretty much what her mother has. Without her Blessed powers, she uses the same sword but it just. Looks. Plain.

Edward

Armor - Noble Suit from Elder Scrolls Online except it’s dark purple and he has his mother’s crest as the first button. Generally doesn’t fight anything so he’s usually not armored up like his siblings.

Weapon - doesn’t have anything just yet, but he’s got a steel dagger that Elizabeth gifted him. Mary was against Edward having any weapons, but Elizabeth thought he could use some training. He’s way more useful with a book or with his words, however, than actually fighting.

[gayovwimagines]

Hi!! How would you feel about a dub con request for Y!Moira finally cornering her smol!obsession and getting them worked up and flustered before just having her way with them?? I just... Oh goodness I want that woman to pin me down and do terrible things to me and leave me overestimated and just craving her constant touch. Unnff 🤤

Notable tags! Dubious Consent and Yandere!Moria. Dubious consent is due to sex mist. Oh, and Blackwatch!Moira. 

“Hello there~ Do come in.” Moira spins around on her stool. Nonchalant. As if she had naturally noticed you walk in. Not eagerly watching the door, both her hands curled into a fist on the counter. Work in front of her, work all around her. Moira can’t pay any of it any due attention. Absolutely was not carefully monitoring the surveillance cameras on her personal holopad, clearance she isn’t authorized to have. Watching you walk down the halls, stopping to chat here and there. Moira made spiteful mental notes of the people daring to keep you from reaching her at the agreed upon time.  

“Hey!” You greet her back with a nervous grin. “You need me for some testing?”

“Yes, that is what my voice message conveyed.” Moira motions you over to her station with one elegant swoop of her hand, her slender fingers curling in elegantly, one after the other. She points to the stool to her left. “Have a seat.”

You plop down on the seat, as commanded, and patiently wait for Moira to tell you why she has called you here. You joined Overwatch a few months back. Agreed to test some of Moira’s… tamer creations and experimentations. In exchange for a more than just a decent amount of extra cash.

Moira has no problems with prolonged silence. Almost never feels the need to rush anything. She takes her sweet time poking and swiping at her holopad. Making doubly sure the doors to her lab are locked, and her work status is set to ‘do not disturb’, for any of her fellow peers who may feel the pressing need to bother her while she’s in the middle of snaring the only thing she’s been able to think about lately.

Moira’s cool, collected. It takes a lot to make the woman sweat. You, however, are already squirming around in your seat. Her vibe is palpable, you can’t make heads nor tails of it. Your gaze darts to her lap when she cocks her head to the side, assessing you unlike any other specimen she has gotten her hands on. It’s a look that makes your spine tingle. Gives you an abysmal feeling, like you’re about to be taken down by a predator peeking from the tall grass.

“Alright.” Moira puts her holopad away. Her tall, slender legs easily allow her to stand gracefully from her stool. “Allow me to check your vitals first, then we’ll get started.”

Moira’s no medical professional, though she could be one if she found any real interest in the practice. Smart enough and educated enough as she is.

She takes an old-fashioned stethoscope from one of her many neatly organized drawers, an ear thermometer, and a blood pressure cuff.

“Why am I here today?” you ask nervously, such an easily spooked girl you are.  

…Because I want you here. I desire you unlike any other. Because my fantasies of you have kept me up at night. I can’t stand it any longer. I need to know how soft you are, what you smell like during the throws of passion, what your lips taste of.

“I have a mist that needs testing.” She walks over to you with the blood pressure cuff in hand. Gestures to your arm and you offer it up to her.

“Oh…” Moira catches the visible lump and hears your audible gulp.

“Never fear.” She rubs your thigh assuredly, lingering longer than what is appropriate. Goes back to gingerly wrapping the cuff around your arm. Presses a button and it begins to tighten. “It’s simply a new version of an already existing and thriving product.” She rolls her ‘r’ and it sends a cascade of tingles down your spine, causing you to shiver like a cold gust of wind had run through you.  

“Oh, okay.” Nothing about your tone says that you trust her reassurance. “Was it developed by you?”

Dumb question. Coming from you, Moira answers nicely. “Of course, who else?”

You shrug. Moira carries on. Noting that your blood pressure is a bit higher than it should be. It doesn’t take much to understand why. She stands close. And holds onto the back of your neck firmly in her hand, while she takes your temperature. Finds it to be satisfactory. She moves onto your heartbeat. By far her favorite part. Getting that near to your chest, makes her feel young again. Like a horny, immature teenager getting so very close to something that is titillating and intimate and secret. You’re obviously a person who feels your body is something to be covered, and not something that is shared with everyone. You refuse to even change in front of fellow agents in the locker rooms…

…It’s maddening.  

She’d know. On a day, about a month back, she looked forward to casually finishing her workout at the exact same time you finished yours. Casually she followed you into the locker room, hoping. Hoping to get a glimpse of the body she’s been building up in her dreams. Only for you to remove your things from your locker and head into a curtained shower to change. Leaving Moira disappointed and heartbroken, robbed of her chance to take in you in all your bared glory.

Moira slips into the neck of your t-shirt. Presses the cold round hearing piece against your equally as chilly skin. Goosebumps rise on her arms before she even hears your heartbeat, added icing on the cake. It’s hypnotizing, the steady drumbeat of your heart. She closes her eyes feeling her own heartbeat rise just as yours too picks up its pace.

“Moira?” you whisper, alarm apparent in your tone.

When she opens her eyes, she finds that she’s leaning for forehead against your temple. Her hand and slender fingers dancing along the line of your spine. The air in the room has become thick and stagnant. And the listening piece has drifted downwards, along with her hand that is still holding it. Her pinky grazes across your nipple, Moira’s core jumps at the contact.

You gaze up at her with glassy, fearful eyes. Cheeks painted a rich hue of red. Heart hammering away at your ribcage.  

Moira removes the stethoscope. “My apologies, my head took a sudden leave.”

Giggling nervously, you shift. Squeeze your thighs together and readjust your t-shirt attempting and failing to hide how hard your nipples are now. “That’s okay, it happens.”  

You’re perfect, despite the high blood pressure, and ready to get started. So is Moira, she softly claps her hands together. “Up on the examination table.” She points toward the usual room.  

You hop up. Follow Moira to a separated examination room within the lab. The walls are made of smart glass; will darken and make the room private upon request. Not something that should be necessary today. But most definitely has been helpful, and will continue to be so in the future.  

As you climb onto the examination table, you trip over the stirrups. Moira adjusts the back until it’s just shy of a ninety-degree angle.

“Comfortable?” Moira drawls.

You nod. “Yes, thank you.”

Moira leaves the room momentarily to retrieve the aforementioned mist from a securely locked holding cabinet. She may have told you a small fib. The mist is not new, nor recently re-engineered. No need to fix what isn’t broken. It’d be illegal, if it were to ever get to the government. The public’s opinion would be sour on it. Moira supplies it to clients mostly by word of mouth that runs rapid in the type of social groups this kind of mist is most popular in, with a substantial price tag.  

“Alright,” Moira says as she reenters the room. She pushes down on the cap, twists and the cap is released. “Take a few breaths in through your nose,” she commands, enjoying the way your chest rises as you breathe. Her adrenaline drip switches on as she hovers the bottle over your face. Heart racing. Can’t wait to witness the effects. She may be starting to sweat. “On a count of 3, take a big breath… 1… 2… 3…”

She pushes down on the nozzle. A dense mist escapes, blanketing your face as you inhale through your nose. Moira’s whisks her face away. Realizing that, in her excitement, she forgot to be thorough. With no mask on her face, she risks encountering some second-hand side effects.  

With the knowledge that the mist should be taking its course quickly, she recaps the bottle and stashes it away inside her lab coat pocket. She grips each of your legs individually, rolling her shoulders as she goes, fingers digging. Gradually she leans into your personal space, pupils blown. “Tell me,” she croons. “How are you feeling?”

You gulp, darling eyelashes fluttering as you try and remember how to speak. “Ah, um.” You lick your lips and now they’re shiny, and all Moira can stare at. “Hot… I feel hot…”  

Moira hums so low it sounds like a purr. “Tell me more. Be descriptive.”

“I—I… um…” You look down your body but struggle to get past the embarrassment of what’s happening to you there.  

“Don’t be shy.” She leans in more. Her hips wedge between your legs. The closer she gets, the farther your legs spread. “Remember, I’m a professional.”

You grasp onto her coat as she aligns her crotch with your own and presses firmly. You throw your head back, gasping for air. Hips rolling into her own. Not even aware of it. “Oh God, I’m so hot,” you whine pitifully.  

“Allow me to help you with that.” Moira snakes her hands under your shirt. Follows the unique curve of your hips all the way up into your waist, eventually pulling your t-shirt over your head. All with you mewling with every inch of skin that she caressed. She steps back, in order to rid you of your shoes and leggings. Stumbles over her own foot, the misstep making her realize just how much her head is spinning. Just…

…Look at you. Already living up to and far beyond her fantasies. Cold sweat trickling down your temples. Looking at Moira with two of the prettiest fuck-me eyes she’s ever seen. You can’t seem to stop biting your lips, so they’re starting to swell; two puffy kissable buds. Dainty hands opening and closing, searching for anything they can cling to. Hips, on the constant move.

“Exquisite,” she purrs.  

Your underwear is nothing special. A run of the mill bra with sensible multicolored cotton panties. But oh– are those panties soaked and is that bra just a tug away from revealing the heaving breasts beneath it.

Nestled back in between your legs, Moira throws off her lab coat, and drapes herself over your smaller stature, completely engulfing you. You cling to her, desperately wanting her weight and her warmth to envelop you. Thinks on saying something that will keep up the façade, but decides that the situation is well beyond pretending now. Instead, Moira decides to give that busy mouth some attention. Licking, biting, gasping, leaving it wide open— baby girl clearly has an oral fixation.

Slowly she feeds you her fingers. You close your lips around them, sucking while Moira moves them in and out languidly. She dives in a little deeper, causing you to gag. But with the gag, comes a full body moan. So, Moira keeps on doing it. You close your eyes, really getting into it. Cradling and curling your tongue around her fingers. Eagerly take another finger into your mouth. It stretches your mouth open in a lewd way and gives Moira’s core something more to get jumpy about.    

The sight is lovely and the sounds you’re making are musical, but she needs to taste that slutty mouth. She slowly removes her fingers, trailing lines of saliva down your chin and down into your neck where she holds you down. When she kisses you, it’s consuming and a lot all at once. But it is just what you need right now. Tender pecks wouldn’t be satisfactory to you, something she can heap upon you later. Here and now, she invades your mouth with both her own moans of pleasure and her long, skilled tongue. Sucking and nipping at your lips that are so clearly unused to having so much devotion.

Still holding your neck firmly, Moira slips her other arm between you. Down into your underwear, flooded with your arousal. You stop kissing her, but that doesn’t mean she stops kissing you. Your breath stolen away by how relieving Moira’s touch is, simply resting on top your engorged clit. Your eyes glaze over with an impeccable stupefied sheen. She rolls her fingers over your highly sensitive nub, as you seize up, latching onto her shirt dangerously tight. Seems pop, she swears she hears something tear.

When you finally get your breath back, your ministrations are weak to the ears but consistent. A small choked whimper with every breath. A few curses sprinkled in between your attempts to keep kissing her back. The overwhelming sensations take you away every time, and even manage to steal your lips away from her. You throw your head back, hands lurching to grasp onto the sides of the examination chair, back arching more than it ever has.

A problem, with a simple solution. She’ll just have to ravish your neck then.

“I’m gonna—” You stop to catch your breath. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Go on then,” she states coolly. Moira latches onto your neck, treating the soft skin there just as rudely as she did your delicate lips, and rubs your clit with new vigor.

You go silent for a moment before it all hits you at once. An orgasm that you feel all the way from the top of your head to your curling toes. Unable to comprehend that you are experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had. All consuming pleasure that leaves your body weak. Complete satisfaction takes over for a blissful, precious few moments where you can catch your breath and maybe have a chance to think a little clearer. But it’s gone in a flash, all that agonizing want and desire comes back full force. And your body is in desperate carnal need once again.        

Once your body stops writhing, Moira rears back. Somewhere amidst all the commotion, your bra straps fell to the wayside. She grabs it at the middle and gives it a good tug. It slips down with no problem, exposing your breasts to Moira’s mercy. You will be leaving this room with both your nipples thoroughly abused and your breasts marked. She must know, if, in your current state, she can make you cum, simply by overstimulating them. But… for now… she has other curiosities that are pressing.

Moira leaves you for a moment. Having a destination, a… drawer in mind. But needs to take a moment just to fall back against the counter, housing said drawer, so she can shove her hand into her own underwear, and give her throbbing clit some of the attention it’s been urgently screaming out for. You pout when you see it, jealous of the attention you’re not getting.    

Moira nods towards your crotch. “Don’t leave yourself wanting.”

Your eyes light up, suddenly remembering that touching yourself is a thing. Immediately you dive between your thighs. Rub your clit and grasp onto a breast. Groping the meat of it and tweaking your nipple rudely.

“Look at me,” Moira demands. The way you snap to her attention does something to make her weak in the knees. Your eyes were trained on your own nipple rolling between your fingers. As nice as that is, she wants to look you in your eyes while she gets herself off.

It happens for her faster than it typically would. It must either be you, or she got a small dose of that mist. She clings to the counter for purchase, leans all her weight back into it as her knees threaten to buckle. She moans lowly, falling silent in the moment when the pleasure crashing through her is too much for her to be able to breathe at the same time. “Yess,” she hisses, as the intensity in her body starts to dissipate. She milks her orgasm of every last little pang and shock it had left, softly rubbing until she was finally satisfied. Removing her hand for her underwear, she spins around, leaving her pants undone and hooks a finger under the handle of the drawer she had in mind.      

“How long does this… this…” You gasp, struggling to find a word to describe what is happening to you. Sex mist, plain and simple. The best on the market. “…Mist usually last?”

Moira’s taken aback. You managed to form a coherent sentence. Shocking. “The effects typically wear off within 4 to 6 hours.”

“Oh my God,” you gasp.

“Don’t worry,” Moira assures as she pulls open the drawer she had in mind, it slides open smoothly. Neatly lined from front to back with medical grade dildoes of various sizes. She ponders on which one she should use on you. Looks back and once again lays eyes upon your dripping cunt, turns her attention back to the drawer and grabs, not the biggest one, but one that would still be described as “huge”. She grasps it at the base, takes it out, and shoves her hips against the drawer to shut it. Showing you what she has in store for you she croons, “I’m here for you, acushla~”

[snake-eycs-blog]

answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagged by: the ever-wonderful @sushiandbooklover !!

Tagging: @relictagratia @queenprotector and anyone else (because I'm super tired and can’t think of twenty people)!!!

Nicknames: none really???

Zodiac: Capricorn/Aquarius cusp

Height: 5’5”

Time: 7:54am because work starts today

Favorite band/ artist: Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At the Disco, Lizzo, A Tribe Called Red

Song stuck in my head: Good as Hell by Lizzo

Last movie I saw: I DON’T WATCH A LOT OF MOVIES so I think it was Detective Pikachu while it was still in the theater

Last thing I googled: hallowart because i am desperately looking for both old and new Sandalphon icons

Other blogs: 

@deliverer-of-prayers -my Sandalphon side blog @a-change-in-thinking - my overwatch blog!

Do I get asks?: I get one or two with every meme, so I’m thankful because on other blogs I got NONE

Why did I choose this username: hhhhhhnnnnnnggg him have snake eyes

Following: 49

Average hours of sleep: either like two or twelve, there is no in-between

What I’m wearing: navy button down and jeans that might be a size too small

Dream job: Either a social worker for lgbt+ youth or a professor of philosophy/WGSS!

Dream trip: To Europe, I wanna see castles and really old history

Favorite food: I’ll eat most anything but sushi is my always go-to

Do I play any instruments: I played flute and piccolo for high school band and am self-taught on piano and ukulele! I hope to pick up the saxophone soon! 

Eye color: Blue!

Hair color: faded mauve

Languages I speak: English and technically French. Then a touch of Cherokee and Norwegian on top of that

Random fact: I might not look like it (for those of you who have seen me) but I’m Cherokee! When I wanted to be a doctor, I wanted to give back by working on tribal reservations. 

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: scatter sheet music, shiny fabric, stiletto nails and heels, neon lights

[cocoafawn]

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[demialwrites]

Filthy.

@imagine-this-overwatch You had an idea a while ago and I went scrolling through your tumblr for it because I remember there was an anon who was like DON’T CALL IT MCGENJI!! But I couldn’t find the post!!

Anyway, the scenario is McCree, of a McCree x Reader pairing, sent naughty photos of sexytimes to Genji. Genji enjoys. I decided to take it one step further and write my addition of: What if McCree and Reader invited Genji over to join in? And McCree records it?

Jesse held the camera up to get a good shot of your naked body. He moved it up and down, zooming on your ass, chest, and where your thighs met your hips.

"Do me a favour and plant your rear on his face. It's my favourite," Jesse requested.

"Oh, I know it is," you said.

Genji laid back. You climbed onto him and wrapped your thighs tightly around his head. You crossed your ankles and trapped his face against your cunt. If Jesse was going to encourage you to mess around with another man, you were gonna have some fun.

Jesse captured your happy expression as Genji lapped at your parts, with your bit lip and half-lidded eyes. Genji's tongue and lips were sending you to heaven.

"I miss this face when I'm the one down there," Jesse said, waggling his eyebrows and happily capturing this moment for later.

You smiled at him.

Genji put his hand to your ass. He squeezed firmly a few times. Then he pressed with purpose, encouraging you to put more weight on his face. You took it upon yourself to grind down on him, instead. Genji's hand left your ass to lazily stroke the base of his cock. You took the head in your fist and gave it a teasing squeeze.

"You don't hafta choke the man," Jesse said.

You twisted around to look at him, displaying your curves for the camera. "Oh, I intend to let him return the favour." You gave him a wicked smile and turned back around to get to work.

Near your end, you rolled your hips quickly, arching up prettily for Jesse. Genji's thighs flexed and twitched as you actually cut off his air supply. You rolled off him after you were done.

Genji caught his breath and contentedly sighed. A lovely, pink blush was across his marred cheeks. He gave himself a final stroke and sat up.

"My turn."

You lay against a stack of pillows to angle your head and shoulders up to take Genji's dick better. He let you suck him off for a bit before beginning to slowly thrust into your wet mouth. He was being nicer than you were before. It wasn't long before he really went at it, and all you could do was clamp your lips around his shaft, slick with your saliva. Jesse came in close to get multiple angles of Genji kneeling over you, fucking the round, soft hole your lips were making. He slowed to a stop, and you took the opportunity to lap your tongue at his slick head.

"You are surprisingly quiet, McCree," he said.

"Can't a man enjoy the show?"

You suckled on Genji's cock gently like a popsicle. But then he took it away.

"I don't want to cum yet."

You put on an exaggerated pout.

"Please tell me you're gonna fuck now," Jesse said, leaning forward in his seat.

"So vulgar," teased Genji.

"Maybe, but his dirty talk is the best," you said, winking at the camera.

"Hey, I have an idea," Jesse said as you were getting up.

"I defer to you," Genji said, giving him a slight bow.

You sat on Genji's cock in reverse cowgirl at first, with the camera getting the exact moment of you plugging the fat head of his dick into your shining, wet pussy.

"Okay, now lie back, and Genji, you hold 'er up. Yeah, like that."

Genji held you with his palms pressing into your back. He gave your cunt a few testing thrusts. Not like taking Jesse's dick at all. Jesse opened you up with his fat cock and all the closeness of your relationship behind it. Being fucked by Genji was a precision strike into your quivering depths, making you weak. Jesse captured your cries and shaking thighs.

"Spread her legs a lil' more."

Genji hooked his knees beneath yours and pushed your thighs open.

"Come on," Genji said between pants, "I can last through two rounds at least."

"No," Jesse said. He inhaled through his cigar and then put it back on the ashtray, "you won't."

He let out the smoke through his nostrils and went back to holding the camera steady. His length, at full attention, bobbed against his button-up shirt. It poked out from his unzipped jeans and the hole in his boxers, and drooled a little from the head.

"A bit more, Genji!" McCree said. He knew your sex faces like a well-read, old paperback. "Honestly, I'm a little jealous you got there so fast," he muttered.

To which you protested, "Jesse!"

"I'm just kiddin' ya, Babe." He smirked and zoomed in on your face. This was it; to the untrained eye, you looked about to sneeze. "There it is..."

"Ah, jeez," he muttered again, bucking into his palm, as you yelled, "Oh, God!" Jesse moved closer, zooming in on where Genji was inserted into you. Right now he was locked into place. The camera caught the slight twitch of your walls. Inside, they were crushing Genji's cock in rapid succession.

Genji swore up a storm and then a choked moan interrupted his words, while he filled you with his creamy, white cum. He held you up, so you didn't crash back onto his chest parts.

"My loooord," he groaned.

"That's my honey," Jesse said proudly, giving you a lazy grin. "Stay right there. Lemme get this shot."

While Genji was still hard, Jesse wiggled his pinky finger just inside your rim. He worked some cum out to show the camera.

"You did good. I'm proud ah ya."

"Thanks, Baby," you replied, warmed by his praise.

Genji groaned again with the effort of holding you up to slide out of you. Jesse caught that, too. A close-up of the cum smeared up and down the cyborg's shiny cock. The mixture of fluids flowing back between your cheeks.

"Filthy," Jesse said flatly.

He got that look. A calm expression, but his eyes burned.

He stuck two fingers into you. Then inserted a third.

How easily they slid in and how warm you were inside made his mind up for him. "Lay back, Honey."

Genji eased you down onto his chest. Jesse turned off the camera, put it aside, and mounted you, rutting into your heat immediately. His body was heavy on you, and pressed you down, trapping you between him and Genji. Jesse thrust deeper and sped up until he was satisfied with the volume of the skin-to-skin slap.

"Ya wanna bite here," Jesse told his friend, tapping your neck with a couple fingers.

Genji's teeth gently sank down into the soft skin on your neck. He played with your nipples, his finger pads rubbing up and down. Jesse worked you until you started to mutter his name in reverence. You hung on to his sides. Genji's fingers graduated to pinching your small nubs.

You squirmed from all the stimulus, and Jesse said, "That's it."

He was gonna coax another orgasm from you, and you weren't about to stop him. Jesse placed his beard on the free side of your neck and gently brushed against your skin.

"C'mon, Honey," he said quietly, as if it was just the two of you in the room. "C'mon.”

Genji adjusted his teeth, causing a canine to scrape along the skin, and you whined. Jesse turned his head to claim your mouth. He sucked on your tongue, pulling back to bite your tongue gently and pull. Genji squeezed your entire left breast and reached down to roughly finger your clit with the rough climbing pads on his fingertips.

Your hips lifted up, and you your tore your mouth from Jesse's kiss. That was his cue to drive into you harder, slapping hard against your inner thighs until they were red and stinging.

Jesse started to coax you verbally again, until you tightened around his cock. A powerful squeeze that he welcomed and let drag him over the edge. Your cunt forced higher-pitched moans out of his wide mouth.

Once he caught his breath, he murmured praises to you.

"Look at ya, all full of our cum. All flushed and messy," Jesse gave you a quick kiss. "Okay, now. Let's not bore Genji ta death."

He withdrew from you carefully, but you still clenched your teeth in pain. "I'm sore," you complained.

"Don't I know, Honey," he assured you tenderly, 'Don't I know."

You and Jesse cleaned each other. Genji preferred to take care of himself.

[frozendoorgaming]

Morning Mist #44

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[hikarain]

Fuck! BOOM! Auch.

Series: Overwatch

Pairing: Boombox (Junkrat x  Lúcio)

Chapters: 10/10

Words: 19.270

Subject: Soon after you are born, on the palm of your right hand a text will appear, a tattoo if you want to call it that way. That will be the first sentence your soulmate will tell you upon meeting you.

Check it also on AO3 + 2 bonus oneshots

It’s here! Finally finished the Soulmate AU! Ten chapters of... probably too much Junkrat’s point of view... you are warned for the stream of thoughts, now enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

 Soon after you are born, on the palm of your right hand a text will appear, a tattoo if you want to call it that way. That will be the first sentence your soulmate will tell you upon meeting you. We grow up with our ears open, our hand close to our chest and our disposition towards meeting new people great.  What do I have written on mine? Fuck! BOOM! Auch. At least it’s not “hello”. That’s what everyone tells me. That’s what I tell myself each day. I was about to turn twenty and still no sign of my soulmate: usually you would have met them already, but no luck for me. My family told me they could be from another country and suggested me to travel the world. Travel the world to find my soulmate? That’s a really cheesy plan. That’s exactly what I did though; packed my stuff, braced myself and took off, a plane at dawn. Where to start was my question, the world was wide, the countries over hundreds, there was no way I could visit every single place on earth… If we really were soulmates though, we would have found each other.

 That was about six years ago. Now I am just chilling under the warm sun of a random city in Australia. A glass of iced tea in my hand, sipping quietly as I stare at the waves from behind my sunglasses. I grew used to this life, the wanderer’s. By travelling I actually found out that many people where just like me, walking around the globe to meet finally their destined love. I reached the point where I really didn’t care anymore. It would be cool to meet them, but travelling like this is enough. I never overstay my welcome in the same place, I never come back twice, in six years I’ve kept track of all the towns and suburbs my feet have walked in. But it was a cool life nonetheless, each day was different, each problem I overcame helped me grow up. Sometimes I missed home, but I was doing just fine.  I get up from my seat and head for the town, my backpack on my shoulders. I try to start a conversation with all those I can, well… not everyone: at least this sentence, this stupid “Fuck! BOOM! Auch.” gives me a tip on the situation I’ll meet them in. Not a good one, but better than none. So I look for people next to explosive materials, construction sites or anywhere where explosions can take place on a daily basis. Still my eyes stop on each face I met, my mind wandering free as I imagined what it would be like if it was them, that beautiful girl with the brown curly locks, or that thin man with the brightest smile… None of them answered though. Hell I thought I had it once! A woman fell form the stairs at the station and I helped her up and she said “Fuck!”… I was hoping… but it was just the beginning of “I can’t be late for work again.” I finish sipping on my tea and throw the glass in the rubbish bin as I walk past it, a blind shot to make it look cool. It makes a weirdly loud noise for being made out of plastic, it’s the sound of… metal… against concrete. That is definitely not the glass I was drinking from, I still have it in my hand.    “I curse the moment I thought this would look cool…” My phone, that’s my phone. It fell to his death, face-first on the rough concrete. I wipe a single tear as I pick up the… the scraps. Maybe I am too absent-minded lately… ever since I stopped caring I just, well, I stopped caring. However, this is the only phone I have and I have no money to repair it, let alone buy a new one. I put my sunglasses on top of my head to check better on the damage. There are a lot of cracks on the screen, the buttons don’t work, the cover doesn’t come off because of some shards stuck in it. Dead. I put it in my backpack, I have to find a way to tell my family I broke my phone. Maybe I won’t tell them about how I literally threw it on the ground.  My stares move from the faces to the many cellphones I see around me. They are so shiny in their brand-new covers, so technologically advanced. Wait. That one is a wreck. The owner looks just as shaggy. Something about him whets me though. The first thing I notice about him, apart from his phone, is his prosthetic arm and leg, they are a bright orange. Next is his right arm, he has a tattoo, a badass-looking one, one a member of a biker gang would have. He is wearing a black tank top, camo shorts and orange sneakers. I then move to his face and I get lost in the ridiculous amount of freckles on his cheeks and nose. I’ve always liked birthmarks, they make you special and unique, that’s what I usually tell the kids in my neighborhood when they complain about their marks being exposed. His face is drawn in sharp lines, a long nose and pointy chin. His hair is licked back but still messy, bleached blond. His posture… a bit hunched if you were to ask me, but at least as I walk past him I don’t feel like a dwarf in comparison. I bet on my music he is over one-ninety. Still, he is clearly not the best-looking man around. 

 He has no right hand… is he destined to be… alone?

  My old pal, my unforgotten friend… I miss you every day. That’s why I always look at your pictures, to never forget what we once were. I thought it would last forever…  I scroll through the folder in my phone picture gallery. The folder’s named “It will never be alright again”. It’s a compilation of photos of my right hand before I blew it up in in that explosion years ago. Sometimes I wonder why those I tell about this just walk away with a disgusted sneer on their faces. It’s fucking hilarious I tell you! Anyway, I keep this folder safe, not only on my phone but also on my computer and cloud… it would be a shame to lose the pics of my right hand, that’s pretty important, or so they say. Just to remember that, someday, somebody will tell me “Are you okay there man?”. I am honestly worried about the implications of that question.  Oopsie, I bump into somebody. It’s a pretty damn short bloke, holy, he is so short what in the… I halt immediately, but before I can speak something buzzes loudly. My phone just starts to burn hot and I react a second too late.   “Fuck!” A glorious booming sound, always loved explosions ever since I was just an ankle biter. Still, this one is way too close to my face, it hurts. “Auch…” As the smoke clears slowly, the tiny man in front of me reappears, a concerned look on his face. Hold on a second, he is hot?!   “Are you okay there man?” His voice is pleasing to my ears that never happens?? It’s usually old grumpy folk around here or loud annoying children or shrill girly laughs. His dark eyes are plastered on me, I feel pressured if I have to admit it.   “Yeah, it’s just an ol’ phone…” I shrug off the excruciating pain the burn wasgiving me and smile, to try and impress that handsome stranger. “About time it gave up on me.” The phone is still burning; pretty flames are coming out of it, thank God my arm is prosthetic. The man lets out a relieved sigh, but suddenly his eyes widen.   “Ehy, do you… know what’s written on your right hand?”   “Ya.”   “Could you show me?” I look at him and then at my phone.   “I would but it’s currently burnin’. Along with everything else.” It’s becoming unbearable, my skin is drying up, the hot sun not helping at all. I need help, I need… I faint.

 My head is spinning so fast, the white room is just messing me up so I close my eyes immediately. Voices are blabbering in the background and I can’t give less than a shit I need silence. I sit up, only noticing in that moment a blanket is covering me.   “Shut your mouth, ya cunt!”  Oh the misery and regret I feel after those words. I shouted right in the face of that man I met on the street, the one with the big eyes, sexy body and beautiful, oh, so beautiful voice… that’s a feels bad. He doesn’t look pissed or anything though, actually he is looking… relieved? He is smiling.   “Welcome back, you’ve been sleeping for quite the long while, man.” I had been sleeping? I do felt dizzy and weird as if I napped for three days straight… Not the time to think about that though.   “’M sorry for shouting, I was just…” He pushes away the topic quickly, no big deal he says. Then he enters some kind of serious mode; his expression so stiff and cold he is almost a different man. He hands me my phone.   “About what I asked you before you fainted…” As I try to get the phone to show him the answer, a blondie enters the room, high-heels, greenish robe, she flames the man for not telling her I woke up, probably... a nurse? Am I in a hospital? Hold up, where is my right arm?! My leg is missing too!  Back to the nurse, she kicks the hottie out for a while along with my phone. I am stuck here… quite literally I can’t walk out, nor avoid conversation.   “Ohi, blondie, what happened to me?” Never mind. “Oh right, I fainted, now I remember.”   “Mr. Fawkes, we tried to contact your home but we got no answers. Your conditions are currently stable, but it would be advised to have someone to carry you home, are there any other members of your family we can get in touch with?”  What a dry accent she has. I sigh annoyed by the quick demand of that nurse. Who does she think I was? A man with a family? I frown at her and cross my arm over my chest.   “They all died, you insensitive fuck.” She halts, apologizing quickly. They are all so quick in changing their attitude once they know that, isn’t that simply hilarious? She begins explaining me what exactly went wrong with my body and all that boring stuff I really don’t care about, my attention was easily diverted by the dark-skinned figure behind the glass window looking out on the corridor. What a tiny hot bloke he is… his pants were tight just right, nice ass. Sure he is quite the persistent one, what does he even want from me? Oh, the nurse has stopped talking, she is staring at me now, what did she even say?    “Right, about someone to pick me up, my pal Mako, just call him.” I have no need to give her the big guy’s number, she knows who he is, I am sure of it. “He should be home.”    “Mako Rutledge?” See, told ya she’d know. “Did you pay any attention to what I just told you?”   “Honestly speaking, no, I ignored you.” She stares down at me, her hand travels to her face to pinch on the bridge of her nose. Against all my predictions though, she doesn’t yell at me, she just shrugs everything off with a gesture of her right hand; “I need healing”, what did she do wrong to deserve that as first sentence? She leaves the room before I can comment on it. She speaks a bit with the man outside before letting him in. He rushes to the bed, my phone still in his small hands, he gives it back to me finally.   “Y’know, my right leg and arm blew up in an explosion in a lab and I was left like this.”  I hear a cracking noise followed by an held-back laughter. He got my pun, what a man. Respect plus one.  It is hard to use the phone with my left hand alone, but I have to. Look for the folder, open it, look for the picture… there it is, and finally show him the picture. His face just blanches, eyes glued to the screen.   “You…” He looks at his own hand before showing it to me. “Look.” What in the heavens is this first sentence?! “Fuck! BOOM! Auch.”!? This poor mate, what did he do wrong? What kind of messed up life is he living?! Hold up…

Chapter 2

 The man suddenly stops his little usual twitching, every inch of his body is frozen, I too share that state. However I am happy, so happy I can scream. We are in an hospital though, it’s not really the place to do it.   “It’s you…”   “My…” I’ve found him, my soulmate. And it wasn’t as bad of a first meeting as I pictured it was going to be, he is not dead. The doctor told me his name when I asked her, but I don’t want to ruin the moment, he is going to be the one to introduce himself to me, he will, as my soulmate; and I will, as his. He doesn’t wake up from the shocked state though. I have to wait a couple minutes until he finally speaks up.   “My soulmate is the hottest man I’ve ever met.” That flatters me, I feel… a bit embarrassed but I can work with it, I enjoy the feeling. Also good thing he likes me, right? I crack a small laugh and offer him my hand, which he clumsily shakes with his left one. Mistake on my part, sorry about that man. I quickly swap it and now it’s more comfortable for the both of us.  I can’t believe I’ve finally found him. He is here, in front of me, holding my hand; I’ve travelled so many countries and lost so much hope, I am so used to the belief of never finding my soulmate... I am honestly so happy right now, I’ll never let go of him, I want to say with this person.   “Nice to meet you, the name’s Lúcio Correira dos Santos, I’m your soulmate.”   “Jaminson Fawkes, the pleasure is mine.” He tries to avert my gaze, but soon gives up and just smiles widely back. His teeth are shiny. “Your soulmate.” My chest feels warm, my cheeks are starting to hurt and my hand doesn’t want to let go. We stare at each other but it’s not awkward at all. What are you supposed to do now though? We have all the time we want to do stuff but… oh right, maybe I can help him get out of hospital first; Doctor Ziegler said he needed to be escorted home by someone and, well, I am someone.   “Jamison, want me to take you home?”   “Actually I told that sheila to call my friend over.” He tilts his head before muttering something. “You can come with if you want though…”   “Gladly!”  Right! A picture! I want to take a picture with him! … It would be better if he was all in one piece though, where are his prostheses? Over there, by the wardrobe. I get up and grab them, helping him putting them on as much as I can. He shyly thanks me, how adorable. Man, his eyes are pretty though, and those freckles… Maybe he is handsome after all.   “Oh right.” I sigh loudly as I remember how impossible it is for me to take a picture. Jamison looks at me confused. “I wanted to take a picture to commemorate but guess what.”   “No pictures in hospitals?”   “I was actually going for: I literally threw my phone on the concrete.” He laughs at me, can’t blame him for doing that. His laughter was so crazily chirpy and contagious, each muscle of his face moved to express his enjoyment. His teeth are shining again.   “Can’t be helped then, gotta use this old boy.” He sits up straight, patting the now free space next to him on the bed. “C’mere, selfie time!” I do just that, but… I look at my right hand and at his… I want them to be shown, the sentences. I reach for my backpack, I left it nearby the door when I first came into the room a couple hours ago, I fumble in the smaller and bigger pockets until I finally find one of the markers I have with me. Just after that I sit next to Jamison.   “Can I write on your hand your sentence? For the picture.” I ask as nicely as I can, his expression remains as joyful as before while he nods. I take his hand and carefully write; now we match. We pose for the pic, my arm around his neck, he lets me do that, our right hands in focus, our faces smiling without a worry. It’s such a nice picture, I want it as home screen for my phone… if I had one right now, that is.   “You look amazing, Lúcio.” That small compliment gets to me and I can't help but smile widely.   “Thanks, man!”

We wait for about an hour or so, we talk to each other, what our hobbies are, favourite dishes, if we sleep with or without socks, trivial things; getting to know him is all I want right now. The doors spring open, a tall shadow casts itself on the white floor, when I look up I meet an unimpressed expression hidden behind light-coloured sunglasses, white hair and short beard, a fat bulky dude. He is… so tall… I feel like a freaking midget! Maybe if I stay sit the difference will be less prominent… or maybe even worse…   “Mako, me man! You came to save me from this prison!” Prison? He doesn't enjoy my company… “But unfortunately for you, I am in no rush thanks to this handsome cobber over here.” Oh, never mind. Feels good. The other man, Mako eyes me weirdly, I honestly feel awkward, those are some expressive eyes: he is clearly suspicious. What do I do?!   “And who is this?”   “He's my soulmate.” Suspicion becomes surprise in null seconds, his finger travelling from Jamison to me, unable to find any connection. He stops on my right hand and I show it to him. When he reads the sentence his expression blanks.   “Yeah, it's clearly Jamie.” He sighs loudly, he strokes his head. “Nice too meet you, I'm Mako.” I chuckle quietly.   “Pleasure's mine, name's Lúcio.” After a couple seconds, Mako steps closer to the bed and grabs the covers, leaving Jamison to meet the cold air conditioning of the hospital. He shrikes in return, his body getting stiff in an instant.   “Jamie, get up.”

The car trip was long but lively. I was sitting front, next to Mako who was driving; the three of us chatted the time away, sometimes singing, sometimes quietly silent. It was such a light company, I liked it a lot. Mako left us in front of a huge gate, he said he had work to do in the evening so he couldn't stick with us. Too bad, he is a nice fellow.

When I turn around, I see Jamison searching his pockets to find a bunch of keys, which he uses to open the gate. What's behind it leaves me speechless.   “Is this where you live, Jamison?” This… is a pretty huge house. It looks so elegant in his white walls and warm bricks. The garden itself was radiant in its colours under the hot afternoon sun. Jamison chuckles proud.   “Yup, this is all for me.” He halts, a somewhat gloomy expression making its way on his pointy features. “Me alone…” He lives alone in this huge house? It must be great! Why was he so sad about it? Just thinking about all the stuff you can do in here, makes me excited! Also…   “Why the long face?” I smiled up at him patting his back like old friends would do. “You have me from now on, right? I mean, I am not going to straight out live with you, but, you know…” I am here for him, anytime. His eyes glued to me, the light in them begins to shine faintly once he hears my words. I like the smile he's making, it's such an honest one. Jamison showed me the interior of the house, where the bathrooms are and all that; it really is a rich house. Judging by his appearance alone you would give him a shack, and you'd be generous, but damn you would be wrong. Three bathrooms... Three! We are now sitting on the sofa in the living room, he owns a giant tv… his phone is a wreck but his tv takes over the wall, I don't even wanna know. The soft sofa I am sitting on looks brand new, or barely used; or it would if it wasn't for where Jamison is sitting, clearly that is his usual spot. He looks at me intently, I like his stares.   “So, what you wanna talk about?” I put the question on the table, we have to get to know each other, right?

  No, I don't want to talk. I want to f… hold on Jamison, you only just met, soulmates or not it's not a nice thing to… son of a bastard he's so sexy in that tank top! Keep your cool damnit!   “Sure, cobber.” I put a hand to my chin, thinking about a topic to discuss, while looking anywhere but at his bloody hot body, it’s hard though, really hard. “You got a job?” His mouth pouts while he crosses his arms. I look at him again, I can’t help it.   “Nah, I've been wandering for the past six years.”   “Six?!” That was one hell of a long time?? “Where are you even from?”   “Brazil, straight outta Rio.”   “Brazil…” MY SOULMATE IS A SEXY BRAZILIAN. “And you are travelling because…?” He stretches his arms, his tank top revealing his… I need a moment. I actually need more than a moment, but I'll be fine if he doesn’t notice. I drop my eyes to the ground, unable to physically keep staring.   “I was looking for you. I really believed in this soulmate thing when I first started.” He puts a hand on my shoulder and smirks with a confident attitude. “In the end, here we are!” He believes in it… he travelled just because he believed he would find me someday, just to find me…? He threw away six years of his life to look for someone that could have not existed at all?! That's unthinkable, mate! And what did he get after all those years? Me?! What a disappointment…   “You are a madman, Lúcio.” He chuckles ever so softly. I want to…   “What about you?” A job, yes, I have one.   “I'm a… technically speaking I am a chemist. Practically speaking I work at home and not in a lab...” So we are both jobless. Off to a great start. Maybe I should find an actual one for good.   “A chemist? That's unexpected.” His eyes sparkle with interest as he scots closer to me. Too close, send help. Unexpected? Why? Do I not look like a chemist? Probably not now that I think it through… I studied the shit out of those subjects though, graduated with flying colours nonetheless. For some reason that expansive degree is not granting me a spot in a lab though, that sucks. Or maybe there is a reason and it’s probably related to how I blew up the first one I got in… I am hungry.   “Well, I need to bite on something,” wish I could bite him… Jamison what the hell keep your shit together! He’s so dreamy… “you wanna eat something?”   “Actually I-…”Perfectly on time his stomach growls, halting him in his answer. He blushes slightly, his dark cheeks getting a hint darker. That must have been a yes. “I'd like to, yeah.” 

Chapter 3

 Unfortunately he didn't spend the night with me… or luckily I should say, I was already aroused enough by having him at lunchtime, dunno what I could have done by night. He was turning me crazy. Crazy I tell you! Was that the effect a soulmate has on you? Was he feeling the same towards me? Probably not… he's the one who's unbelievably sexy, not me.

It's morning, it's fucking hot as usual. I get up lazily from my bed, wearing my prostheses ever so unwillingly. What am I going to do anyway? Everyday I just wander around the city looking for something to do, something to eat, something to do again and then something to eat again, maybe visit Mako in-between meals, but that's about it… each day I have less and less will to go out honestly. As I think that, my hand is already on the knob of the front door. It's ten already… As I open it, a figure appears, so short I didn't see him through the glass on top of the door. It's him.   “Good morning, Jamison!” He smiles so sweetly my body feels weak immediately, I hold on to the knob, thanking it for supporting me in that difficult moment. What is he doing here?!   “Wha-” I can't ask the question, I am stunned by his grin. He's wearing denim shorts and a plain shirt… but he looks gorgeous. I smile as I can. “G'day, Lúcio.”   “Sorry for the intrusion, really…” He scratches the back of his neck, I can feel he's honestly embarrassed for what he did. “I wanted to hang with you though, so I came by. You going out?”   “I am, but we can stay at home if you want.” Let’s stay home. Let’s stay home. Let’s stay home.   “It's cool! Show me around a bit, will you?” Bummer.   “Sure.” I beam a smile back at him, finally regaining control over by over-excited body. He really is something else, mate. You have to meet him to understand.

We head to town. He holds my hand…

Walking hand-in-hand sure feels nice, I’ve always wished I could do it and now I can! Jamison lets me do it. He was nervous about it at first, but he soon got used to it and now it's just natural to look for his hand again when I let go. Now that I think about this situation, isn't this some kind of date? Our first date it is then! I squeeze his hand while pointing towards the sea.   “Let's hit the beach, Jamison.”

I really like the sea, it has such a colourful and lively atmosphere to it, the light shines bright on its surface, families enjoy their time together on the shore. Too bad I have no swimsuit with me… should have considered the possibility when I dressed up this morning at the hotel. Jamison looks at the waves with absent eyes, his expression deprived of his usual spark. What's up?   “Something the matter?” I make him sit on one of the free beach chairs. I tilt my head in confusion as he raises his to look me in the eyes. He gives me a smile… this is fake. Plain fake.   “Nah, just not a big fan of the beach I guess…” There is more to it than just a “not a big fan”, but… I let it slide, he'll tell me if it's important. What matters now is that we enjoy our time together! No long faces! If he doesn't like the seaside, we'll go somewhere else!   “We can leave then, do you know any nice restaurant to grab a bite maybe?” He grabs my hand again, his face finally lighting up with a wide grin. He says there's this nice place nearby where he's a regular; he always gets some kind of discount and the food itself is delicious; that sounds amazing!

A lively atmosphere, paintings, papers and other decorative objects hanging from all walls, bottles on and behind the counter, a smiling waitress with long brown locks greets Jamison in a friendly way, she has marks on her cheeks, probably tattoos of some sort? Pink triangles. She points at me, I wave my hand. Jamison tells me to sit at the counter next to him, I do that.   “Who's the hottie, Jamie?”   “Well, I met him on the streets yesterday and it turned out he's my soulmate. Jelly yet?” She gasps at his answer and I laugh at her shocked expression.   “Of course I'm jealous, you lucky bastard!” Jamison laughs at her too and she smacks him on the head, they are close. Guess I'll introduce myself.   “I’m Lúcio Correira dos Santos.”  She winks at me before grabbing a couple menus from under the counter and handing them to us. They sure had a wide variety of sandwiches and salads, a typical light restaurant on the beach.   “Hana Song, nice to meet you!” Her smile was adorably cute. “Can’t believe Jamie found his soulmate before me…” She looks at her hand sighing loudly. I sneak a peek of the writing: there it was, the infamous, the hated, the most terrible text you could read: “Hello”. I have witnessed it. She also works in a place where everyone would greet her that way… Her life must be a nightmare. She doesn’t look too distressed about it though, even while talking about it, she really takes it casually.    “Care to take our orders or you’re going to stare at that hand of yours until you get fired?” She smacks him again, they both laugh happily. It is not the private lunch I thought I would have with Jamison, but it really is fun to hang with that girl. She has that vibe, that chirpy personality that entertains you with her sole presence. 

 We talked about many things during lunch, Hana was curious about me, my past and my reasons for travelling, gasping an ever so touched aww at how romantic my intentions actually were. When I asked her, she told me that living with little to no idea of who will love you was not that much of a burden, she got used to strangers saying hello, she got used to answering in the weirdest way possible to each one of them, each different, each random. Potato salad, crispy camel, raccoon on a shelf… these are just some. She is looking for them though, her soulmate, and she’s doing it with style: she’s actually an internet sensation apparently, not that I would know since I had little to no time to care and think about famous people in the past years. Jamison explains how she’s a streamer that goes by the name of D.va, she’s been doing that for a couple years now. She meets new people every day, from all-over the world, she interacts with her viewers, she appreciates every single one of them. What a girl she is.

After all the taking though… I am left a bit unsatisfied. I got no new information about Jamison.

 For the rest of the afternoon we walked side by side around the city streets, I showed Lúcio all I could and all I consider worth seeing. We also visited Mako's workplace, to not break my daily routine. Now what? He's so close to me… it's getting late, we should both head home. Where does he live anyway? In an hotel I guess… so he's also paying for an hotel to stay here with me for the time being? Man… He yawns adorably, he does look tired. Oh right! What about his phone?   “Mate, what about your phone? Don't you need a new one?” He looks at me almost surprised about the topic, he soon realises it and facepalms loudly.   “I completely forgot, damn… I need to contact my family asap.” It's not too late in the evening, many shops are still open and I know where to find him some good stuff. Maybe I should buy it for him… yeah I should, he must be flat broke at this point. I squeeze his hand and smile at him to reassure him, then we head to the shopping district.   “I'll give you back the money, don't worry.” He's struggling to open his old phone to get his card out, the fragments of glass cutting the tip of his finger; he shouldn't ruin his hands like that... “If I don't die of blood loss that is.” I take the old phone from his hands, remove the cover easily and take out the sim card, handing it to him. A prosthetic arm is useful now and then. He thanks me with a pat on the back. Finally the light of the new screen hits his face. I wonder, is he the type to live with his phone in-hand or not? Does he give nicknames to his contacts or does he use full names? What is his ringtone? Does he give unique ones to each friend? There are so many thing I don't know about him... he told me a couple times he needs to contact his family: who are they? How many? Do they approve what he did? His journey? Will his parents accept shaggy me as their hot son's soulmate? Does he have parents? I want to know so bad…   “Right, before anything else…” he winks at me, giving me his new phone. “Punch in your number, will you?” When I stare back at him he rubs the back of his head, as if he just lost the confidence he started the question with. I laugh it off, of course I was going to give him my number. Done, I give it back, he quickly updates it. My name now has a little mouse emoji next to it… that's cute. He gives me a quick ring to give me his number and then he finally calls his family. He speaks a different language… Portuguese I guess, he's from Brazil after all… his expressions fly, from the happy sneer to the angry embarrassment, I don't get a word he says, apart from my name a couple times. After the third mention, he turns to me, gifting me the most sunshine-like smile I've ever seen. I melt a little… a lot, I'm done. My face burns and I have to look away, he chuckles, running his free arm around my neck to keep me close. He keeps talking for a while before finally ending the call.   “Everything's fine?” He's still so close to me… I want to… “They must have been worried.” He yawns as he puts away his phone in his pocket with the most care in the world.   “Yup, they just kind of congratulated me for finding you.” His tone was forced, I bet they did say something else, not so supportive. “Told me to not let go of you, pretty much.” That would be very supportive of them… do I trust him or my instinct? I mean, he's unsure of the words to use, maybe just because of the language switch? When did he learn such good English anyway? He does have an accent. He leans on my shoulder and yawns again, that shit gets cuter and cuter every time. But, man, being so tired at dinner time, maybe he hasn't slept much in the past days.   “Let's go home to eat, you look pretty damn tired over there.” He nods, his eyes wandering in a general direction before suddenly coming back to life.   “I'm sorry, I just... didn't sleep well the past nights.” What was the reason? Maybe the hotel had terrible beds? “At the B&B there are a lot of tourists right now, it's noisy and the bed isn't the most comfortable if I have to admit it.” Well he can stay at my home if he wants. No wait that already gives me ideas and no, no, Jamison, no. But he would look so goo-… NO.

 We got home walking slowly, we talked so much during that little trip, it almost made all I had already learnt about him worthless; he lives for his music, that's why he always brings with him a backpack in which he carries a small portable console to compose and edit, he creates music based on what happens around him. As he said that, his eyes glowed in happiness and satisfaction. He suddenly became even more handsome to my eyes, just by talking about something he loves so much. I wonder why he didn't tell me sooner, I really was missing huge part of him.

 I am not the best cook, barely decent, but I can manage a dinner for two. Nothing fancy… I need to do the shopping tomorrow, the fridge is almost empty and really, I only have these old boxes of pasta to offer him, hopefully he's not celiac. When I come back from the kitchen to lay the table he insists on helping me, when I'm carrying the food in the dining room, he hands me the plates, when we are eating he gifts me smiles and compliments… He is so bright. I always thought this house followed a grey colour scheme, why does the wall look warmer now? What's up with those hues I've never seen before? Him…? What is he even doing with me? I know I'm sulking, I know it's right in front of my eyes, but I don't believe it.   “Why are you my soulmate?” He stops his chewing to look at me; his honest stare doesn't answer me.   “I… don't know?”   “There must be a reason though, right?”

He's too good for me. There must be something wrong with this. Maybe when my hand blew up…   “Maybe it shouldn't work anymore if you no longer have your right hand. No one ever questioned this possibility?” I stare at Hana, right in her eyes, looking for an answer. She just sighs, stroking my hair with a faint smile.   “Just be happy for once, will you?” That is not what I want to hear. That is not the answer I expected to get when earlier I left my house in the middle of the night. Lúcio fell asleep on my couch and I had no balls to wake him up, so I just left him there and headed to Hana's… my guts told me to speak with Mako instead of her, but I really don't want to bother his wife at this time of the night, she's too kind by nature. On the bright side, Hana has welcomed me inside and offered me a place to spend the night; I really can't think of sleeping under the same roof as Lúcio.  Weird… now that I think about it, I feel much more at ease with Hana now, I don't feel the usual knot in my chest, her hand in my hair is relaxing, it doesn't tense me anymore…   “You are so over-dramatic, Jamie.” She giggles at my angry expression. “You got lucky as hell and you complain too? What’s your problem?”

Luck… it can’t be it. Destiny is not just luck, maybe just a fifty per cent… fifty-five. I sigh loud, rolling on the bed and covering myself with the warm blanket. 

Chapter 4

  “Good morning, sunshine.” Lúcio has been drooling, his arm has been on his face for a while and has left a mark, his leg is hanging from the side… today I learnt that he sleeps in weird positions. He opens slightly his eyes, it must be hard to face the bright light of the living room first thing in the morning. He yawns and gets up, stretching and making really loud creaking sounds with his still sleepy bones. He's wearing an adorably pissed expression.   “You weren't here tonight. Why?” He knows? Light sleeper I guess… I tried my best to be sneaky but failed apparently. I wish I could just tell him the truth but “I am too horny to sleep in the same building as you” isn't the right answer to give to someone you want to impress…   “I was too horny to sleep in the same building as ya.” WHAT.   “Pardon?” I…   “I feel better now though.” WHAT time two. 

Burning red in embarrassment is the least you deserve after this Jamison! What the actual fuck have you just said?! Yeah, you better cover your face and hide in the bathroom… this is safe, safe place. I am sorry Hana: I already fucked up bad. I hear loud knocking on the door, he calls my name. No, I don't have the guts to face him now.   “Jamison, where can I find new cereals? I poured myself some milk, but this box is empty.” Cereals?   “In the higher cupboard next to the fridge.”   “Thanks! Oh right, where to throw the empty box?” Wait… that's really not what I am expecting. I get up from the bathroom floor and open the door slightly, my face barely showing. He's holding a box of cereals in one hand, the other is on his waist… his expression is not… angry at all?   “Just leave it on the table, I'll take care of it.” Lúcio nods and smiles his way out of my field of view. There are many things I don't understand, but right now he is at the top of the list. He is such a weirdo to my silly eyes right now, what kind of reaction is that?! And what wait, who in their right mind pours milk before cereals!? I get out of the bathroom quickly, but… too late, the sinner is already eating. I just grab a cup, put in cereals and pour milk, I haven’t had breakfast yet, so might as well join him.

  “So you went to Hana’s because…?”   “Because I was horny.” He chokes on his food, nothing to blame there, I had no reason to lie though: I had already fucked up. He laughs, his body accompanying his smile with movements. He’s so expressive, even in this still sleepy expression of his…   “And here I thought I heard you wrong, man!” Oh. “At least you’re honest, I guess.” He laughs again, I join him because well fuck me, I could have just lied and he would have believed it but no, I went with the sexually frustrated character.   “Yeah, right…” I nib on my spoonful of cereals, unable to find another topic to discuss. “I tried to let you sleep, guess it didn’t work out.”   “Not really, a prosthesis on the parquet is pretty damn loud…” He drinks the milk left in his bowl. “I mean, I did forget my pills at the B&B, but you weren’t exactly silent either.”  “Pills?”  “Insomnia, man. Travelling hit pretty hard on my sleep schedule. I can only manage to sleep like… a couple hours without them.”  What a weird feeling though, usually as soon as I finish my breakfast I take my stuff and leave the house, I want to leave, I need to; but now… I want to stay… this grey house is suddenly so colourful I don’t want to leave it just yet. I am blinded by its brightness, by the beautiful amount of sunrays knocking on the widows, by the lack of shadows in the living room. I want him here.   “That sucks, mate, sorry I woke you up.” He shrugs it off, his spoon hitting loudly the bottom of his bowl. He smiles at me, running a hand over his tired beautiful eyes. They are so big and radiant in that smile, his expression squashes a bit.   “No big deal, I managed to sleep a couple hours.”

 We decided to stay at home until lunch, after that we will go out somewhere hunting for a job like usual. We discussed about many topics that morning while absently watching some tv. 

 I probably suggested both the greatest and worst thing possible in-between topics: “Mate, wanna stay here at my house intead of paying that B&B?” I was scared he would reject the offer, that he would eye me weirdly and find an excuse to leave asap… but he didn’t. He said yes! He’s going to live with me, for a while at least. I did it Hana, I did it. I am so excited about this.

   I am still slightly annoyed by him going to sleep somewhere else: I was the one in his house, why did he have to be the one to leave? Why did he leave in the first place? The reason he gave me sounds a bit… ridiculous, I don’t really believe it. However he still asked me to stay with him in his house, that makes me a lot happier than I thought I would be. 

 I stuck by Jamison’s side the whole day, we walked around the town, knocking on many doors, labs Jamie told me. He’s submitting curricula and asking for part times to make his studies fruit, but no one picks him up… I don’t understand. As we walked around he explained me some of the stuff he knows: it’s freaking incredible how brilliant he is. I studied arts and music and I am barely self-taught in the technological department… I can just dream to have his scientific knowledge! I’m amazed, fascinated, but those people; they looked at him like he was the last of the idiots. He was smiling all the way through the day though, never failing to make me laugh with comments on the terrible fashion sense of the scientists, or their horrible haircuts and the continuous “once I get famous we’ll see who doesn’t want who in their lab”. I really wish he could find a job easily, he deserves it. Why don’t they accept him? He doesn’t tell me what they say. We got back home after hours under the hot sun, we both took a shower and we had dinner together. It doesn’t feel that weird to live together… at least for now. He’s been really nice and I’ve been polite so it should be fine.  It’s time to go to bed now, I wonder if he’ll try and sneak out again: he said no but… who knows, I want to be sure. 

Jamison is so weird. I have such an hard time figuring out his actions and his words. He's bluntly honest yet secretive, he's carefree but anxious at the same time, he wants to know more about me, but doesn't tell me anything in return… Over the past years, I started to not care about my future, but ever since I met him that feeling left me, I used to wander with no destination in mind, I even throw my phone on the ground because I was that absent minded, but now I feel so different; and that was just three days ago! I didn't think a single meeting could change you this much… I can't lie to myself, I know I've already fallen for him and his bubbly attitude. I want to stay with Jamison, by his side… wish I could feel the same back though.  I stare at his beautiful freckles, at his bushy eyebrows and at his ever so relaxed sleeping face, I bury myself in his chest. He'd probably kill me if he wakes up, but I checked on him if he was on his bed and… and it simply escalated. I need to feel him close like this: the thing he said about liking me, how I turn him on and how he tries his best to restrain himself… if those things are true, that is not what I want. Holding hands feels nice, but I want more; hug me, put your hands on my body if you like it so much, let me feel you, Jamison. I squeeze him tight, he grunts, his right arm pulling me closer, probably just moving in his sleep… I run a hand through his hair, it's soft. I really want him to wake up right now; I wonder what would happen… If I just pull on his hair a little, will his eyes open? Will he react to the pain? Or is he a really heavy sleeper? How do you keep sleeping after someone sneaked in your bed anyways? I mean, I know sometimes I wake up when someone knocks on the neighbor’s door, but there should be limits to how dead you can be. I am literally stroking his face now, feeling the minuscule dots on his nose with my thumb. Okay, maybe what I'm doing is leaning a bit on the creepy side. He's sound asleep… sound!   “Jamison.” He twitches lightly, pulling me closer to him like I was some kind of stuffed animal. I love his warmth.   “Aren't you happy you found me?” I like you so much… “I just wish you would hold me like this…”  It's getting really late now though, I should probably sleep… here maybe? I want to but… better not push my luck, he might overreact in the morning. At least he stayed at home tonight and hasn't left for Hana's again. I sneak out of his warm grip and the bed, I feel a cold shiver on my skin, but I ignore it. I walk to the kitchen and get something to drink my pills with.

Chapter 5

 Jamison left me at the restaurant on the beach for a while, he said he was going to do the shopping and another couple commissions in town, but when I asked to go with him, Hana stopped me, begging me to keep her company at work since it looked like there were not going to be many costumers that day.  So here I am sitting at the counter chatting away time with this adorable girl. I should ask her about the other night.   “What did Jamison tell you when he came by your house the other night?” I am just curious, really. Maybe him being horny was just an excuse.   “I'll be honest with you, Lú… when I opened the door he was flushing red, slightly sweaty and really distressed. So much I though he was sick.” Oh… “Turns out he was just having a boner, no big deal.” So he told the truth, wow. That makes me laugh and sneer at the same time, really if he wanted to he could have just jumped on me, I wouldn't have complained.   “He's so…”   “Jamie is just putting too much pressure on himself, as usual. He doesn't want to put on a scene and disappoint you.” She giggles, I understand her though, from a third person perspective it must have been hilarious. “He's like this.”   “He still hasn't hugged me once, do you believe it?!”   “Oh my God, really?!” I change the subject; I don't want to learn from her anything important about Jamison. I know I can do it by myself, I want to. He might be stingy with the information, but I'll grasp all I can without anyone's help… or at least I'll try. No! I'll do it.   “Yeah like, I know we are not official or anything but a hug would feel nice.” I pout. “He bought me a phone but it's not the same! Touch me, damn it!” Talking about it makes me pull out my phone by instinct, the screen lights up, revealing the picture I am using as lock screen.   “That picture is adorable!”

  “This!” I shove the phone in her face. “This is the closest I’ve been to him yet!” If we don’t count the sneaky cuddles I stole yesterday night… let’s not tell her about that.

 After what felt like forever, I am back home. Really, all I’ve been doing today was talking to Hana and drinking tap water and occasionally eating something. It was a lazy day, one of those I hate, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything, too many thoughts, too much stress. I just want to enjoy my destined lover, why is he so fucking stubborn?! At dinner Jamison told me about what he did during the day, nothing much on his part either, he went to a nearby town to look for a job and the journey was the longest part. He does look exhausted. This day has been so dry… he hasn’t even touched me the slightest! At least we could have accidentally bumped into each other or something along those lines but no! We were in two different towns and now he’s so tired I don’t even dare to try anything on him, he might collapse on the spot.

 He looks finally peaceful now, laying on his stomach, limbs spread out and a droll on his pillow. I so want to… but I should not try that again… last time it worked perfectly, but it must have been luck, blind, deaf and dead luck, there is no way he won't wake up again. I step out, close the door behind my back, go in the kitchen, take the pills and back in my room. This boring day will not repeat itself, I’m sure of it! I sit on the bed, waiting for them to take over my awake body. I haven't really looked around this room yet. How have I not noticed these before? Maybe I was too sleepy, I only came in here to rest, really. Pictures on the walls, unlike in any other room. I take a closer look at them, I've never seen most of the people in these. I can easily spot Jamie though, an adorable-looking child, small-framed, the very same waterfall of freckles and a missing tooth; he's smiling widely at a lady who's holding him. His mother maybe? She has blond short locks, a white robe over a nice shirt. She has a beautiful smile with dimples, her features resemble Jamie's pointy ones. In this other picture I recognize a young Mako, Jamie is on his shoulders, the picture is blurry, the finger of the taker seems to appear in the corner. It's clumsy, but it gives a familiar vide. In this other picture Jamie is on the beach, he looks scared to touch the water, the same blonde lady in trying to lead him by holding his hands. He's such a cute child, my heart is fluttering. Now that I notice, he has both arms and legs… so he must have lost his right ones at a certain point… I wonder how. Fireworks in this other picture; Jamie looks at them in wonder, it's the same, the very same spark I saw in his eyes many times, that light I came to like so much. I have a urge to go in the other room and hug him to death, kiss him, love him… it’s not like I can do that though. So many more pictures are still here to be examined, but my eyes feel heavy, the sleeping pills are taking effect.

 The morning sun knocks on the glass window, my face is sour, I believe I slept with my arm on it again. I get up slowly, stretching what I can and scratching my itchy nape. What was I looking at last night? Right the pictures. I still want to see Jamie though, the pictures can wait.   “Good morning, Jamie!” I am welcomed by his presence outside my door, I give him the brightest smile, he's right here! I want to embrace him so bad. He has a mug in his hand, a tired expression on his face, he's hunching a bit.   “G'day, Lúcio…” His face lightens in a red hue. “Slept well?” I nod my head yes as I come out of the room. I'm still in my pajama shorts but it's fine: I want him to see me in these. He follows me with his eyes as I go towards the bathroom, he's looking down low, his mouth slightly open in a gasp. Smirking proud I close the door behind me.

 That… that… that son of a… how dares he walk around in those with such a fine ass?! Take a breath, think about what Hana told you! If you feel like this again just think of something to turn you off right away; that ugly mayor of ours in underwear! Yeah this should work… no, no, no! Not Lúcio! The drongo with the cowlick! Hooly dooly, he'd be so sexy with his hair down, smirking up at me with those full lips of his as he… STOP IT.  I yell for him to hear me behind the door.    “Ya start breakfast, I'll be there in a minute!”   “Alright.” I walk back to my room shutting the door behind me, my mug still in my hand, even if the handle is probably as broken as my mental state and barely still attached due to all the force I used on it. I need some time alone and I need it now.

 It's all his fault. He's looking at me, that bastard smirk of his plastered on his fucking lips… I swear he's doing it on purpose. If I didn't know that no one, especially not someone so good-looking, would do that, I would think he's trying to turn me on. I thought the situation down under was under control when I left my room, but I am still a blushing mess and looking at him just reminds me of a couple minutes ago. Why the fuck is he drinking milk out of everything I have in this kitchen?! Oh… he hasn't noticed he has mustaches, that makes me giggle a bit. Can't I lick them off? No. I point them out and he gives me a goofy smile as answer, licking away some and cleaning with his napkin what's left. I want to pin him to the table and f- NO, Jamison, no. This is a torture, a torture I tell you! I can't believe what he's doing to me! Why does he look so proud right now?! He makes it looks like what he's doing is on purpose when it's clearly not. I really should have left for Hana's again. I need more consultation, her tips are failing me one after another, though. All I can see are pictures my too wild imagination creates for me… I've never felt so frustrated in my entire life. I am covering my face with both hands, it's flaming hot, I have to gasp for air every few seconds. What would I give to pull him close to me, to touch him and feel him on my body... what would I give…he probably wouldn't accept no matter what I offer him, he's too good. The only reason he's sticking with me is for this soulmate bullshit! I said it! Bullshit! He travelled so much and he found what?! A sad jobless Australian chemist with two missing limbs! Who the fuck would even try to be my soulmate?! Bullshit… shitty bullshit, destiny is bloody wrong. It was wrong before when he did that to her and it is wrong now that he does this to him.   As I think that, a hand touches forcefully my shoulder, it's a small hand, soft skin strokes mine. I look at the owner, at Lúcio, he looks concerned. He has got up from his seat to come next to me. Why though? I am only trying to control my bon-… is this a tear? Am I crying?    “Hey, Jamie, something's up?” No, nothing's up, I have no idea why I'm crying! I can't answer though, my mouth keeps breathing loud sobs. I try to quickly shut down his worries by shaking my head and drying my tears in my shirt, but his expression only seems to grow sadder. It hurts… where is his smile? I can't see it on his lips, I have no light to follow in his eyes… it hurts! I don't want to see him like this! Open your mouth and tell him you're alright, come on! Just say it!   “I…” am fine. “… I…” Why can't I speak?! For the love of God why can't I reassure this precious sunshine in front of me?! Don't look so sad, your smile looks better on you… my eyes feel wet again. Lúcio runs his arms around me, around my neck. He is so… close. He pulls me to lean on his shoulder, his head rubbing mine gently. What is he doing?! This is not what he should be doing. I stop him by removing his arms, as soon as he understands he aplogises. What?! NO! I should be apologising for the terrible sight and treatment I'm giving him. Lúcio is a fantastic fellow, he hasn't let me down once since I met him, always with me wearing a smile, he accepted the soulmate shit so easily, but I don't want him to be stuck with me. I would love to death if he did, I would love it if he would stubbornly hug me again, if he'd say sweet nothings to my ear, if he'd tell me he'll stay with me…  I get up from my seat without looking at him, he's probably worried again and I can't stand it. Get me out of here.   “Imma go do the shopping, later.”

Chapter 6

 He's stubborn, but so am I. I will not blindly accept this destiny bullshit, for his sake.  I slam the shop door open and rush inside, sobbing loudly as I shake Mako's arm to attract his attention. He is doing a morning check by the looks of it, his expression tells me he's already done with my shit.   “What is it?”   “Destiny is a coward bitch and it's trying to ruin Lúcio's life!” He looks at me unimpressed until he sighs and tells me to sit behind the counter to wait until he finishes the inventory. What should I do? He was so close to me, I felt overwhelmed; why would he do that? What kind of twisted mind would suggest you to hug me out of nowhere?! To apologise afterwards?! Wait, am I still in my pajamas? Yes, I am…   “So, tell me all about that bitch.” Mako sits in front of me, his eyes plastered on me. Has he noticed I’m still in my pajamas? I hope not. “What happened?” I need to sum it up, it would be too hard to explain everything now, my mind is still a mess, I can feel it. What is the major problem? Focus on it, pinpoint it and highlight it. There it is, now try to express in in a way someone outside your head could understand…   “He gave me a boner!” He’s not reacting, maybe he hasn’t understood. “Twice!” Mako’s expression is just as stoic as ever, his bushy eyebrows barely moving as he answers.   “That is your point…” I nod my head yes, I’m focused on his reaction. “Did you think you were straight or something?” Ohi what the fuck of an answer is that?   “Mate, what the hell are you talking about?! I need advice here!”   “I know, I’m just joking.” His deep laughter mocks me, he’s having the time of his life, enjoying my suffering. “From what I can see...” No, hold up! I forgot to ask him something beforehand.   “Wait, wait! First, answer a question, will ya?” He leans back on his chair as I lay on the counter, my face plastered on the cool surface as I try to think about too many things at once. The big guy grabs a sport magazine and nods.   “Spit it.”   “You and your wife aren't soulmates, right?”   “You are right.”   “And you're happy, right?”   “Those are two questions.” He chuckles at my grunting. “Happiest I could ever be.” That's right! You don't need a soulmate, not everyone finds it! Oh, phone's buzzing. It's Lúcio, a text.

-          You know any radio station or record company around here? I'd like to bring samples. :)

Samples? He did say he wanted to look for a job, music industry I guess. I still haven't heard anything from him, I'm curious. Also, he sent me a text… that’s the first one.   “Who's that?”   “Lúcio.” I type in my answer. I am not really well-versed on the topic, but I think I can help a bit. There aren't that many companies around, it's mainly family businesses, but if you go to bigger cities you have more chances.

-          Ahh damn! Guess I'll have to wait then… D:

Yeah, he really has no way to get around by himself, there's only one train and it stops by… what? Three times a day I think? Sucks to live in such a small town. Second text from him, those emojis are adorable.

-          You done with the shopping yet?

Shopping? Did he really believe that shitty excuse?! … now I feel bad about myself. I should just go and do it. I got no money on me, damn! I’ll just tell him I’m not done yet and think something out later. I put my phone back in my pocket and I meet with a friendly old grin.   “What?” He shrugs as he looks away and flips the page of the magazine by licking his finger. He still needs to give me advice! I need help here! I hope the staring does the trick without me asking for it.     “Let me guess, Jamison: you think you’re not good enough, right? That Lúcio is stubborn, so he keeps trying to stick to you, but you… you don’t want him to blindly fall for the soulmate thing, do you?” I stare at the floor, I’ve been found out. It’s not that hard for him to read me, really, but it still pisses me off a bit. Still no advice, you fat cunt!   “He’s too nice…”   “That means he’ll be the one dealing with your shit from now on and not me.” Mako gets up from his chair grabbing me by the head with his huge hand. He lifts me from my seat. “Now go back home and apologise because you ran away again, you brat.”

 He sends me out of his shop with a friendly but violent pat on the back. He’s being so pushy and all for what? Go home and apologise?! I am going to do that anyway, this is not helping! Oh well, maybe he’s in a hurry to open the shebang, probably he is. The door is already closed behind me before I can say anything, so I’m left alone on the street. I turn away, sighing loudly. I check the time: it’s almost ten. I should go home, maybe this trip did good and I won’t feel suffocated in my own house anymore.

 When I make my way into the living room, I find the source of all the good and bad sitting on the sofa, he’s wearing headphones, his portable console on his legs and a bunch of papers laying around. He’s humming softly, he hasn’t noticed me yet. Is he working on those samples he messaged me about? I wonder how they sound… I hold my breath to hear his voice, his tone is so relaxing, a sweet bell lulling. The music is blasting in his headphones, I can hear it from afar. How do I get his attention though? He’s so busy writing down notes, messing the equipment, jamming to music… he looks so calm and happy, it’s refreshing, more than usual. I don’t want to stop him. But I have to at some point, I can’t just keep staring like a creep, can I? Also, I must apologise. I take a few steps towards him. His phone is right next to him, he should hear it ring! I proceed to dial his number; I still don’t have a profile picture for him. His screen lights up, he does have a icon for me. When the hell did he take that? I’m happily drinking some boba, talking to someone out of the picture… did he snap it while I wasn’t looking? He notices the ringing, he starts in his seat and quickly removes his headphones to answer. His movements are clumsy and hurried, but he takes a deep breath before answering, his voice as calm and melodious as ever. His overreacting is lovely and it makes me smile like a fucking schoolgirl out of impulse. Is it normal for him? Maybe he doesn’t like talking on the phone… or can I delude myself and think it’s just with me?   “Hello?”   “Yeah, hello, it’s me.” He immediately notices where my voice actually comes from and turns quickly, finding me right behind him. “I’m home.” He ends the call with a chuckle, he puts away his phone.   “You didn’t need to call me, you know?” That was the only way I found, really. Thankfully, he’s not mad for the interruption. “Are you feeling any better, Jamie?” I nod my head in response. Man, he really sounds troubled. What kind of despicable being am I for making this ray or sunlight worry so much? Soulmate my ass, I’m just a problem, one big problem. I sit down on the other end of the sofa, but he quickly scoots closer, leaning in to look me in the eyes as mine scan the floor.   “Sorry, I was just… a bit moody I guess.“   “I see you forgot the shopping…”   “I didn’t go shopping…” Quit it with the shopping and accept my excuses, you handsome dumb idiot! Man… he does look good with his hair down… FOCUS. “I will go this afternoon.” The shopping is not the focus, you idiot! What am I even saying… He nods an answer before hesitantly touching my shoulder with a smile. His smile is back, thank God. We should eat out for lunch, it’s not like there’s any food here anyways. Probably a good choice to just hang around at Hana’s. After a couple hours, in which he kept on working on his music and I just laid on the sofa doing nothing like the useless man I am, we sat at the bar on the beach and ordered our food. Hana is taking lunch break so she sits with us.

Chapter 7

 Alright, I’m at the supermarket. I think I’ll have to come here more often, food sure runs short with two people around the house. Chips, milk, cereals, chicken, some pasta, tomato sauce, a couple beers and tea… this should be it right? Maybe I should ask him. I send him a text asking I there’s anything he wants, he answers a couple minutes later.

-          Not really, I think! Mmm what did u get 4 now?

I look down at the shopping cart and quickly snap a picture of it, it’s quicker.

-          We could use some veggies and fruit maybe?

That green stuff? He likes it… respect, mate, respect. I only like that stuff in my burgers. I'm fine with fruit though, just forgot. Alright, I’ll get him something. .

-          Thanks, man! Laterz <3

A heart… now I need help and distraction, I don't think I can handle that. Ehy, these snacks are on sale, I should buy some. Why is my phone buzzing again?! I need to forget something here! Hana is calling me… guess I'll answer.   "Hello, bunny."   "Don't give me that." She sounds pissed, what did I do?! "Stop looking at the snacks and listen."   "How did yo-…"   "Take Lúcio out tonight, please." WHAT?? Hana you crazy bitch where did you take that idea out from, put it back, it's bad.   "Ehm, no, that's a terrible idea." I put those tempting snacks in the cart, there's chocolate in them, they look so yummy. "Also, I did the shopping so that we could eat at home."   "Please, I promise you won't regret it!" Her voice is pleading and oh so adorable. I scratch my nape, unsure. "Stop thinking about this like an old fart and enjoy yourself, will you?"   "Shouldn't you be working right now?"   "Promise you will!" I sigh loudly enough for her to hear me clearly, her proud giggle arrives before I can answer.   "Fine, I will." I can so easily picture her face and expression right now, smiling like the beautiful idiot she is. Her teeth slightly peeking. She ends the call with a chirpy bye and I'm left alone with the shopping again. Who the hell put those snacks in my cart? They look too sweet.

  “Just ask him out then!” Hana makes it sound SO easy. I'd like to see her in this situation… ask him out where? Lunch? Dinner?   “What if he says no?”   “Just invite him to a restaurant for dinner.” She shrugs while typing something with her phone, she truly believes this is easy for me. “You live in the same house, I doubt you'd eat in two different rooms anyway.” I am confident. I grew to love myself, the way I look, the way I act. Then why? Why can't I bring myself to just go for it as usual? I'm not even sure he likes me anymore. Man, this is hard…   “Well, you are right…” We do live together, so we'll have dinner together; why can't it be at a nice restaurant? “I should ask it as a change.” My phone rings, the very same ringtone I longed to hear the whole day. I quickly grab it, the surface of the table against my fingers seems colder all of a sudden. Hana gives me a nod and a thumb up. I need to smile up and do it.   “Hello?”   “Yo, Lúcio, it's me.” Of course it's you, I saw your face popping on the screen. “Where you at?”   “I'm...” I notice Hana waving to get my attention, a finger on her lips while pointing at herself. “… just walking around a bit.” She gives me a nod, guess she has a reason for that? Now I should go for the offer. I get interrupted mid thoughts.   “I called to ask if you…” If I what? If I what?! He hesitates so much, I can’t pressure him though. “I mean, it might sound a bit overboard, I usually don’t do this, but, like, are you up for dinner out tonight maybe?” I am about to answer the question quickly with a sure, but then the whole picture hits me. My eyes widen, Hana looks on the edge, her expression stuck in impatience. I try to stay calm. He's asking me out! Jamie is asking me out tonight! Don't leave him hanging!   “I…” He doesn’t let me speak, words are already coming from the other end of the call. His tone is troubled, a feeling of resignation marking his sentence.   “I am terribly sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken at all, see ya at home.”   “Wait! Of course, I want to have dinner with you! What time?” Good thing I manage to keep the call going, he doesn’t seem to answer at first, but then I hear his voice, as confident as ever.   “Let’s meet up at seven by the gate, we’ll go from there!” We decide quickly on the details and end the call. I stare at my phone, my body slightly twitching in excitement and a grin plastered on my silly face. Hana laughs cheerfully. She heard everything, she knows what to celebrate. He asked me out! We are going to have dinner together!

Chapter 8

 Are those flowers? Is that a suit? Is that a flustered Jamie I see behind all the green? I walk up to him, a huge smirk on my face. He looks the other way, an adorable pink blush on his cheeks and nose. He hands me the flowers with a whispered “here” and I melt. I love these, they are so pretty! I look up to him, he doesn't look back though, too busy scratching his nape. He looks so damn good in a suit honestly. It's the first time I see him like this and… I take my time to enjoy the view. He notices the stares, regaining a bit of boldness.   “Like what you see?” He laughs it out, as if he means it as some kind of joke. Of course I like what I see, I am pretty excited right now. Better inform him.   “I think you look hot like this, Jamie.” The soft pink turns red the instant his eyes meet mine. I catch him in his stuttering, grab him by the neck kiss his cheek by tiptoeing. He smells fresh, his unshaved beard tickles a bit. He did this for me… just for me?   “Thanks, mate.” Mimicking my actions, he plasters a smooch on my cheek, leaving me in a blushing mess; that I didn't expect. “Likewise.” He's smiling like an idiot, probably laughing at my shocked expression. It's just that he has been so distant lately and now he takes me to dinner, gives me flowers and a kiss?! It's a bit too much to handle in one go. And he's wearing a suit! I should calm down though, I am not a teenage girl. I collect myself with a chuckle and tell Jamie that I'd like to put the flowers in a pot at home before we get going.

We walk side by side, hand-in-hand toward the restaurant. I missed walking like this. Jamie points at a welcoming-looking restaurant a little ahead of us. The atmosphere is light even at this late hour, the white and blue walls shine up for the lightning. It looks like a fish restaurant by the looks of it: pictures of the sea hanging, nets and seashells used as decorations. We claim our reservation, a little table close to a huge window at the sea. We sit down and it's quiet for a while, I have no idea what to talk about, really. He scratches his back and strikes a smile at me.   “So, Lúcio, you not looking at the menu?” Oh, right. I grab the pamphlet and give it a quick scan: it is a fish restaurant. Anything sounds great right now, I'm starving quite the bit. We order our food and drinks, the waiter comes back shortly with the dishes; in all this time, we still haven't found a topic to discuss. It's weird, I usually feel super comfortable around Jamie, he's so bright and unique I just want to spend all my time with him, but now… he's gloomy. Oh, never mind, he's smiling again.   “Sorry about that sulk, I was having a moment.” He reaches for my hand on the table, holds it. “How do you like this town?”   “It's a nice place, not gonna lie. It is relaxing to stay in the same spot for more than a couple days. I can actually compose something worth the effort.” He nods his head, his hand squeezing mine, I do the same with a smile. His hand is bigger than mine…   “You're not getting bored?” Bored? With him? With music? Never. I shake my head.   “I don't think I can get bored with you here.” I know it's cheesy and the confused embarrassment on his face is just the right reaction to this, but it's true. “You're one of the most interesting person I've meet.”   “Is that so?”   “Yeah, like, I didn't see you as the type to take me out to dinner, but here we are.” And I'm so happy about this. “You're weird in a good way.” He chuckles at that last part.   “Well then, didn't think weird was a compliment.”

This is nice, this light chatting is nice. This feeling of wanting to get to know each other, the very same urge I felt on the first day. Where would you like to travel to now? What would you do there? Would you go alone? Would you take me with you? That's cheesy, but I’d do it. I saw you composing, what was the song like? … is it okay to start singing in a restaurant? He likes my voice… Have you ever had problems while travelling? There has been a couple times where they just shipped my luggage on the wrong plane and they were never seen of again, I had to rebuy everything, a real pain. 

We are done eating. Jamie wants to pay, but we quarrel because why would he have to? I have money, not a lot, but I can afford a dinner for two! I stay at his house for free, what else does he want to offer me?! We are standing in front of the waiter, both pouting and slightly annoyed.   “I will not let you pay for me.”   “Imma do it and you are gonna accept it.” He tries to put his cash in the waiter's hands, I stop him. “Mate.” We are putting up a scene, but I don't want to give up.   “Please, I can pay.”   “I asked you out, so be my guest for fuck's sake.” He wraps his arm around my neck, pulling me close to plaster a quick kiss on my forehead. Ohi, don't take advantage of this distraction to-… he pays and drags me out. I run my arm around his waist to walk more comfortably. I don't look at him, I'm kind of pissed to be honest. I'm not spoiled, you know? Jamie notices, he laughs at my expression, pointing it out.   “You wouldn't believe how cute your face is right now.” Cute… is this a payback for calling him weird? I give up the frown to give him an entertained smile. “And now you're handsome again.” I nod proud, reaching for his face and pulling him down to peck his cheek. Wish I could afford more.   “Handsome is better than cute, thanks.”

Close like this, this is what I want. Staring in his eyes as he holds me. Sparkling in amber, lights in the dark night sky. It would be perfect if… fuck it, I'm doing it! Hold up. These are not his lips.   “Look at the time, we better head home!” He dodged it, I'm… I'm shocked? Yeah, I am! Jamie what the hell?! You crouched a bit to look at your watch and I kissed you nose! Dude! Not cool!   “Actually I was-”   “Come on, let's go.” He takes my hand and starts to drag me around. His movements are hurried, his expression… empty? “We must both be dead tired.” Oh, hell no! I will kiss you tonight, and you are going to like it!   “Let's not, we are having fun.” I try to smile my way around, squeezing his hand and closing the gap between us. “We are both heading the same way, so we can just take a detour, right?”

 Too close, too close! He's doing it again! He's leaning on me, holding my arm in a tight grip. First he tries to kiss me and now this?! I don't think I can handle it. What kind of detour anyway? Can't we just call it a night? … why did I even avoid that kiss? He's tugging on my sleeve, sweet eyes looking back at me. This is so confusing! I want him to kiss me, but…! I can't do this to him, it's for his own sake. I won't let him make the same mistake. 

We walk slowly, he asks me for a walk on the shore, so we do that, my feet barely standing the sand infiltrated in my shoes. Lúcio looks so handsome tonight… more than usual if I dare to say so. He stares up at the sky, his eyes lost in the darkness as they look for stars. It shouldn't be this hard, but I am hindering myself. Jamison, you are but a sad dipstick. I need to explain the situation, why I'm acting like and insensitive cunt. He's beaming a smile at me, his eyes half-closed. I could just grab him and kiss him, really… what stops me? I reach for his face, caressing him as I tilt it up. It's so quiet around us, the moment is lulled by the sound of… waves? Hell no! What the fuck am I doing?! I let go of him.   “You had something of your face.”   “Is that so…?” I sense so much disappointment in his voice, I can't believe he hasn't slapped me yet. Say something to cheer him up.   “Yeah, it was a beautiful smile and I wanted to see it better.” He smirks with a loud chuckle. Alright, he's happy again. Compliments really do the trick with him, don't they? Time to go home, I don't want to stay on this damn shore one minute more. We are both being so stubborn right now. I mean, I know I am and I can feel it in his actions, but it's not like i gave him any reason to not try. I need to speak with him… now? No, terrible timing and place. I don't want to speak about that stuff here. I need to get home, there maybe we'll get to talk. I need to get away from here. I hurry my steps, my breath runs heavy, a deep burden in my chest starts to press me, I can't do anything. We need to talk, he has to understand.  

 Take a breather, Jamison, don’t stress it out, why are you so anxious? You are at home, safe and sound. Flowers? When did these stupid flowers get here?! Oh, right… these are Lúcio’s. They are really peaceful to look at though, relaxing, I feel better. I just need to sit down and relax, yeah, that will do. I try to make my way to the kitchen, I suddenly feel something cold against my face. My head is soar, my body feels heavy and frozen. Have I fainted? No, I am still conscious, just fell probably, no big deal. Hands help me get up, a worried stare gest avoided. I can’t look at him, I’d break down. I sit on a chair, laying on the table with my arms as stand. I need to talk it out, I can’t keep quiet for longer. I see concern in his eyes, it makes me weak inside.   “Sorry about all of this shit, mate.” I whisper under my breath, he still catches it though. “I’m messed up bad, really bad.” He steps closer to me, a heartfelt grin on his melancholic face.   “I noticed that much, it’s no big deal.” No big deal… it is a big deal if he fell for goofy, cheerful me instead. It is a big deal if it’s not what he expected. It is a big deal if he is disappointed. Disappointed… no, I don’t want him to be: I’m doing my best, always! This time doesn’t count… This is not what he deserves. I look at his right hand, unable to change the topic my head is discussing.   “I don’t understand how this soulmate thing works… there is no reason for you to stick with me.”   “I’m here with you because I came to like you, Jamie.” He said it. He likes me. Not this me though, I’m sure. He likes happy me, lovely, caring me. I don’t even like me like this, I hate it. Hate it! What the fuck am I even thinking now?! The person I like just said he likes me back and what do I do?! Turn myself down. How is this logical?! I don’t want him to be tricked by that bitch. I don’t want him to be forced on me. He’s free if he wants, he doesn’t have to stick to his soulmate, we can just be friends, right? That way he could find someone better and I wouldn’t have this sort of problem. Fate, leave us alone for once. Leave me alone.   “My mother,” What am I ranting about? “she believed blindly in her soulmate.” Lúcio stands quiet next to me. Is he going to listen? I don’t even know where I’m going with this, do I? My mother… she was beautiful, her hair was sunlight. I remember her smile on the beach as us three went for a swim, her nail posh around her glass drink, her hat under the hot rays, her skin reddish for the burn. She was my brightest light, until one day for some reason all I knew about her became useless. Her favourite spot on the shore, her weekly schedule, her recipes for cooking her perfume brand. Everything useless. She died. Dad… eh, I never really met him, I was too young and he was always away for job so I was mostly at home either with mom or with her friends if she was working too.   “She found her soulmate and stuck to him instantly. She followed him anywhere he went, they were so happy. They got married in the end, he was my father. She even quit her job to work with him, what a crazy one.” I miss her so much… I almost forgot how it feels to remember such old stuff. Is Lúcio still listening? He is… “One day… she followed her destiny a bit too faithfully.” Should I continue? Not that I wanted to start in the first place, but my mouth just decided on its fucking own. What now, genius? Are you going to tell the end or not?   “What happened?” Now he asked it. Now you have to answer, fantastic. What a beautiful situation to be in.   “My father was a captain, they went together for their delayed honeymoon; they couldn’t enjoy it at the right time because I was to be born, so they waited until I was a bit older.” I know he understands where this is going, his eyes are practically screaming his feelings, I don’t like him so sad, but it’s my fault for ranting, I should be quick about this; he’ll smile again soon. “Soulmates until the end. Ship sank, both dead. The end.”   “Is this the reason why you are so skeptic about being soulmates?” Oh… so that what I was going for! Yeah, that’s right, thank God he’s smart and has picked it up, I couldn’t.   “Destiny is a bitch that ruins lives: the one that she points as your perfect lover can lead you to your ruin.” My chest is heavy. Am I saying this to him or to myself? I can’t bring myself to doubt him, so these words must be meant for him. His eyes widen, his expression quite angry now; that’s not a smile. Shit, I should stop… immediately.   “Are you saying you do not trust me?”   “Just saying you shouldn’t trust me.”   “And why is that?”   “Mate, you are giving yourself to me from the very first day, I don’t want that! She did that and guess what? She died!” He’s not angry anymore, but my eyes can’t seem to focus on his expression, my vision is blurry. “You are too good to give up everything for me so stop it!” He grabs me, I feel something around me. Him? His arms?! He’s hugging me… it feels warm.   “I could just take my stuff and leave.” You should. “But what if I want to stay with you?”   “No one would stay with me, you are just accepting the burden of this fucking tattoo.” He looks me in the eyes, I still find it difficult to see, my eyelids are heavy and sight is getting darker.   “Burden or not, I made my choice and I want you to respect it. Listen up, okay?” His hands reach for my shoulders, giving me a strong shake. “You are an amazing person, I already told you: you are weird. But a weird I came to love. If you need someone to hold you and tell you how fucking awesome you are, I’m here. I’ll gladly smack some good sense into this stupidly and uselessly chaotic mind of yours, anytime. I’ll be here for you, because I want to be here.”   “You’re here just because of this!” I grab his wrist, showing him his own right hand. “You’re biased.”   “So you think I have no chance of genuinely liking you?! You think I’ll never find anything to love about you by myself?”   “That’s about right.” My chest hurts, a strong ache is tearing me apart. It’s not his fault though, I am to blame. What I’m saying is… heartless. Why can’t I believe him? “The only reason you kept talking to me was your hand.” I am tired of this, all I’m doing is… is right. Don’t fall for it! He deserves better than me, there must be some kind of mistake behind this, that’s why he’s here. If I keep talking he’ll understand and he will finally leave! I’ll go back to my normal life, happy to have helped out a lost fellow. I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me in a loud voice.   “Destiny. You and I were meant to meet. So what if I’m biased?” He shows me his hand, something burning in his eyes. “Do you understand, that this means that I would fall in love with you no matter what? Do you understand that there is no way you can talk your way out of my heart now?” Stubborn. So fucking stubborn! I grind my teeth in irritation.   “There might be no happy ever after, even if we are destined! So why don’t you try and look for it with someone better?!” I push him away from me, don’t come any closer. “Just leave this dump of a man that’s me and be happy, will you?!”

There it is. I deserve this.

Chapter 9

 My face hurts, burns, my hand reaches for my cheek as my eyes send a shocked stare at Lúcio. He slapped me, he slapped me good. Hell, it hurts. So he has the guts to smack sense into me… uh…   “Shut up.”  Anger, that’s what I feel. I’ve done it, I feel bad. “Now you listen to what I have to say, Jamie.” I just nod my head, looking him in the eyes as they slowly soften in a smile; wasn’t he angry a minute ago? Why does he look so sweet now? He’s bright again.   “Do you like me?”   “Yes.” He sighs relieved. There is no doubt that I like him, I can’t lie about that.   “This text here, what my hand says, means that I was meant to meet you one day. It’s just an helping hand to find you, nothing big.” His arms reach for me again, around my chest. “You collapsed on the ground, I took you to the hospital, we talked and started a friendship. All of this I would have done with or without knowing you were my soulmate. I would have done it for anyone.” Is that so…?  Yeah, that is actually quite a normal thing to do, it doesn’t sound forced. Does he really have no other choice though? Is he stuck with me forever? There must be a way out of this. A pair of hands reaches for my face, I am forced to look him in the eyes, they shine so lovely.   “What if I like the choice I have? What if I want to stay with you forever? What if I don’t need to find a way out?” What the how does he know what I am thinking?! That’s somewhat creepy but... that’s what I want to hear. What I need to hear.   “Mate, imma ask you a question and you gotta be honest, okay?” He nods his head with a smile, he’s so precious. “Why would you stick with me now? Now that I’m pushing you away, this is obviously not what you expected.”   “It is not, you’re right.” His arms move around my chest again, his skin feels soft against mine, his breath is steady and quiet. “But that’s also something I like: you’re not granted. I have to work my ass off for you, and you can bet I will.” I can’t help but laugh at his words, he really is something. He’s the one who shouldn’t be giving himself for granted…   “Really, how is that any good?”   “Because it’s a part of you. And with each part of you I meet, I fall more and more in love.” He slowly tightens his grip on my shirt, he keeps me close. “I will not leave you anytime soon, Jamie.”   “You're a madman.” I have no other answer right now, but I feel heavy, I can’t express anything with my voice, I’m too tense, too stupid and too stubborn to just give in. I know I could just end this right here and now. I want to be with him but… He smiles up at me, his eyes shining their brightest gleam. How is he still here with me? Why?   “Wish I could be an happy one at least.” Happy? I don’t want him to be sad. What would make him happy? I know what to do but… do I have the balls to do it? I sigh loud: man up, Jamison. He tilts his head worried by my silence, but his expression suddenly grows tender as I wrap my arms around him, touching his soft hair and holding him close to my chest. He embraces me, tighter, he’s warm… I want to… he does it. He kisses me. It blows my mind. His lips so soft on my dry ones, they’re just like I expected them to be. I can’t help myself, I kiss him back. I have to lean in for him to reach my neck, to let his arms run around it; he’s so short, or am I too tall? No, it’s perfect like this. I have to take a breath, he just keeps smooching my face, it tickles. I give in, he wins: I’m his.   “Thank you, Jamie.” Excuse me?   “No. Thank you.” Our foreheads touch, he looks me in the eyes and smiles faintly, I put an arm around his waist, with the other one I try to untie his hair, just to make it easier for me to run my fingers through it. “Thank you for still being here… thank you for being my soulmate.” This is what I wanted to tell him. He has to understand how crazily lucky I am for having him with me. How fucked up he is for accepting me. He has done it, no turn backs now, he won and he’ll get the prize. I’ll do my best to not disappoint him too much though, I don’t want to.   “Anytime, man, anytime.” I kiss him, unable to keep looking at his handsome face without doing anything. When he responds I feel a different drive leading his actions, he's more forceful, more passionate: I love it. I love him so much.

 It’s so good. So fucking good. His soft lips open for me, I take control, I feel warm inside. He's gasping for air, his chest close to mine, I feel his heavy breathing. I pull him up, he laces his legs around my waist, his hands holding gently my face, stroking it. His skin is soft, I like his scent. We are finally eye-to-eye, he is so handsome… I look for his neck to kiss it, bite it; he moans under his breath, a glorious sound that should be louder. I want to hear him squeal. I sit him on the counter, keeping him busy with kisses while I try to make room behind him, I don't want any stupid object in the way as I force him down, pin him. I've wanted to do this for a while: kiss the shit out of him until he begs me to stop for air. He doesn't though, he pulls me closer, with each gasp his hips twitch under mine, he quietly whispers my name. Do it. Say it again. More. Yes! Louder! His body is a sweaty mess just like mine, closer, I want him even closer. His back is arching a bit, his legs now hold me in position over him, I take his arms, forcing them away from my neck and on the counter, my fingers find the gaps between his. The look on his face is beautiful and it's mine alone to see, it gets to me fast. Why can't I pull him closer? This is not enough. His shirt is in the way, get it off quickly, let him throw away mine and pin him back down. Better. He's responding, he kisses me, his legs tightening their grip around me. It's getting unbearable down there, he moans again, louder this time. I want to do so many things to him, to see him react, hear him at that time as he screams my name. I stop for a short while, I want to tell him something but I hesitate. His eyes are begging me to continue, I put my forehead on his. He speaks instead.   “You are so handsome, Jamie.” His voice is husky, a whisper under my skin. He's panting, I needed him like this.   “You have no idea how hot you look right now.” He chokes a chuckle when I move back to his neck. His finger run through my hair, a gentle gesture that only turns me harder. Harder… he's pushing our hips together, no wonder it's getting tighter down there. Fuck he has such a nice scent. His hands stroking me, I can't stop kissing his neck, no matter how much I try to go back to his lips or to move lower. He's giving me more space to kiss and suck… suck… yes. Should I? I mean, we are practically doing it, so it's only natural to go for it. Finally I manage to give up on his fucking neck, I distance myself a bit to take a breather, my eyes scanning his body… he's fit, his dark skin pleases my eyes. I help him sit back up, he looks confused and slightly disappointed. I put his arms around my neck to keep him close for the time being. He tilts his head, telling me with an airy smooch to go back to his lips. I give him a quick peck before moving on with my slightly different project. I grab his belt, the sweet stare he is giving me turns into something else, needy, lustful. Perfect.    “At least let me get you out of these, mate, be patient.”    “Oh, shut up and move it.” I laugh at his frustrated answer, hiding my embarrassed face in his chest. I am still trying to undo his belt, what the fuck is this belt?! He moves closer, he kisses my cheek, my ear, he bites on it. His whispering is so sexy, just like everything about him currently. He's mine. Mine alone. His hands move to my pants, he's faster, I'm in my underpants, he's already doing working. Fuck it's good, so good. He's kissing me again, his lips moving slowly on mine it's so addictive. But those full lips… oh, I so want them somewhere else. I am trying to concentrate here but hell he's giving me an hard time, so hard, really hard and somewhat wet. Piece of shit, I am…   “Lúcio, I was going for-…” I have to stop, a moan escapes my lips, he chuckles entertained close to my ear… bastard. “… I was going for something.”   “Me too, and unlike you I know how to undo a belt.” Cocky son of a… fuck! His hand is on my skin now. “Hurry up, don't make me do it myself.” I pull away his sneaky hand: that’s getting too close to let me clearly think about what I have to do. With a relived sigh I finally hear a click, his belt comes undone, his pants hit the floor.   “There you go, see? I can do it.” I try to tease him, but I obtain husky moans that really get to me as I make my way down his body. “You just needed to be patient.” I am the one to speak; I was about to come in his hand a few moments ago… his legs find my waist, his lips mine, his hand my head to dive in deeper with his tongue. I don't want anything else right now.

 What happens next I'll always remember; his voice changing constantly between pleasure and fun, his mouth going from moaning to smiling in an instant, his eyes shut but always ready to meet mine when I look for them… he gives me so much life. I love him so much.

Chapter 10

 Opening my eyes to find I've been sleeping next to Jamie is one of the best feelings in the world. I've already stolen a glimpse of his most relaxed expression, but now I have no fear of waking him up, I can snuggle him and touch him non-stop; and not only because he's a dead rock while asleep. I stroke his chest with my hand as I rest my head on his shoulder. What happened last night was so right, everything we said, did… I smile proud of my actions as I squeeze the body of the one I am so happy to finally call my boyfriend. Wake up, wake up! I want to kiss you good morning! Come on, Jamie… He moves in his sleep, a yawn escaping his lips. Lips, lips, lips, must kiss them awake. I pull myself up and position on top of him, stroking his face as I whisper in his ear.    “Jamie,” He grumbles angrily, turning to face the pillow and pushing me off my seat. “come on, man…” I climb back up, my hands now massaging his board shoulders and his back. I notice he has scratch marks that weren’t here yesterday… oopsie, these are definitely my fault. I finally hear an answer, a loud beautiful moan of pleasure, his hand grasping on the bed sheet. I lean closer to speak right to his ear.    “Good morning, Jamie.” He lifts his hand to tell me to give him a moment. I chuckle, kissing the nape of his neck.   “Lemme tell you one thing, your hands are a gift to humanity, mate.” As I move to the lower part of his back, he gasps for air. “This is fucking great…” I recognise his tone from last night, I know I am truly doing a great job. How I enjoy each small squeal I cause. I step off, I let him turn face-up before lying on top of him yet again. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Jamie wraps his arm around me.   “Pretend I'm stroking your cheek, ‘kay?” He winks at me with a grin and I only smile at his self-humor. I give him a tender kiss then another deeper one, his mouth parts following my lead. 

 Twenty minutes? Thirty? More? I don't know how much time we spent cuddling this morning, but it was the right amount, a beautiful start to an hopefully beautiful day. I am waiting for Jamie to come out of the bathroom so we can hit the town, meanwhile I mess around with my phone, checking for any message or missed calls. It's mainly texts from my family and friends back home asking how it's going with Jamie, they are so curious damn. My mind remembers the phone call of some days ago: my mother asked all sort of information about him: is he handsome? Is he tall? He's Australian so he must be blond, right? She loves natural light hair, you don't see it often around in Rio, unless they're tourists. My father questioned about his financial state, his family, what football team he cheered for, serious stuff. And then there were my brothers and my closest friends: so they are a guy, uh? We knew you were fucking gay. They mocked me for minutes, asking all personal questions I couldn't have answered in front of Jamie, no matter if he didn't speak Portuguese. That was just straight out embarrassing, but that's what friends are for. The last question they asked got to me, making it impossible for me to not smile. Are you happy right now? Yes I am. Don't let him go then, and send us a picture asap.  I still haven't sent the picture… but I have a different plan, I should talk to Jamie about it though.

As we sit down at the counter, I take the chance to bring up the topic.   “Jamie, what would you say if…”   “Well, well, little Jamie finally became an adult!” Hana pinches Jamison on the cheek like a granny would. She mocks him, a smug grin on her face. He must have told her what happened last night while I was lost in my thoughts; it doesn't bother me the slightest, she's been a great wingman, it's only natural to inform her. Jamie is blushing a deep tint of red, but he choughs it out to answer with the very same tone.   “Sounds about right, how is that hello going for you?”

Driving each other up the wall like that, I think I've never actually seen them having a friendly conversation without arguing, it's funny. Hana pats aggressively Jamie on the head, messing with his hair, then she turns to me. She gives me a thumb up with a wink, I wink back. She really did help, too bad I don't know how to give her an appropriate payback. Jamie runs an arm around my neck, holding me close to him while we are sitting; feels good, man. He whispers to my ear… I nod an answer with a smirk to his proposal. Let's see what happens.   “Lúcio, you are the hottest bloke I've ever met.” He snuggles against my head, I purr closer to him smiling happily.   “You're pretty handsome yourself, Jamie.” A touched awww escapes Hana's lips as her eyes fill in sweetness. She was about to go back to work with a grin, but our interaction halts her.   “But you look even better when you’re panting beneath me.” His voice is husky, warm and close to my ear, he bites on it; this can easily turn me on, right here, right now. But that’s not what we are going for!   “You haven’t seen how good you look when you beg me.”   “Oh my God, I can’t believe you are actually saying that here!” Hana’s expression’s a mixture between disgust and excitement, one word: amazing. “Keep it in your pants, you two!” Both Jamie and I blow up laughing at her, a small tear escaping my eyes as I lay on the counter for support.   “Hana, you should see your face!”   “I don’t want to hear anything from you two anymore, omg!” She waves her arms in the air as she leaves. “I’m going back to Korea tomorrow, goodbye!”

About that topic! I have to talk to Jamie. We order something to drink, a cold tea and a coffee after apologising to poor Hana, we have to pay full price this time, we deserve it. We are finally alone at the counter.   “Jamie,” He lifts his gaze to me, his hand reaching from mine and squeezing it. “what would you say if I asked you to go back to Rio with me?” His eyes widen quickly, it must be a pretty surprising question to pull out of the blue.   “I’d say yes, obviously.” Obviously… it’s not obvious at all, that’s sweet of him though. I don’t think he’s that excited about leaving his country, especially to meet my family, but his smile is still precious.   “I’d like you to meet my family, I know it’s not that exciting but…” He stops me with a shush.   “Ehy now, I want to meet your family, mate. It’s only fair for me since you already know mine.” His family… when? It would be really rude of me to just ask though, inconsiderate, I can’t do it.  “Well, my family by choice, that is.” Oh, I see how it is!   “Are Mako and Hana in there too?” He grins happily, I got it right. When you are alone like him… your friends do become your family.   “They are cool blokes, gotta love them all.” He takes it so casually, I admire his strength; I don’t know what I would do if my family just disappeared, they mean the world to me. He too means the world now though, I’m here for him too… I want to be part of his family by choice. Maybe it’s a bit early to ask for it, I should keep this for myself for the time being, might sound pushy, I should change topic, or at least return on the first one.   “So you’re up for the trip?” He stops for a minute, his lips sealed in silence, I know I shouldn’t rush him, but I really want an answer. He takes a sip of his tea. And raises an eyebrow, his eyes looking far beyond my shoulders, it’s almost distracting. In a blink they turn back to me, I welcome him back with a smile.   “Just tell me when, mate.” He leans in, an arm around my neck as he gives me a deep sweet kiss. I close my eyes with a smile.

  “Well,” I hold on to his hand, a laugh escaping my mouth. “guess you are stuck with me now.” He chuckles and grins mockingly as he walks out the bar and closes the door behind him.   “Who said I was the one stuck?”   “You could never be a burden, shut your mouth.” I kiss his lips as his arm reaches for my neck. I can’t help it, now that I can I just want to smooch him to death. What even makes this amazing bloke my soulmate? What makes me his? Destiny is weird, let me tell you: he gets two of the most stubborn people around and smacks them together until it works out. Probably it's having fun that little bitch. It doesn't matter though, I will try my best from today on, if we both truly want this, there's no reason to not do it. I doesn't have to end that way, that was not our destiny.   “Oh shit, mate, we are both jobless.” Lúcio expression blanks, his smile stuck. He soon laughs it off though, the brightest expression I've seen on him in a while; it melts me. He starts to blithely walk away, where are you going that’s too far…   “First step is a positive mental attitude.”   “I think we have enough of that, captain optimism.”   “That's the spirit!” I embrace him from behind tightly, my arms around his waist as my face sinks in his hair. What a nice scent. I pull out my phone, opening the camera.   “Smile, Sunshine.” What I see on the screen makes me warm inside, I don't think I'll get used to that genuine grin of his anytime soon: it's too great. He quickly frees himself from my grip, runs an arm around my neck and kisses me. The camera snaps my new home screen.

Congrats you lived through all of this! Remember that there are a couple oneshots follow ups on my AO3! 

[octo-plasm]

I should really queue up with some of my friends I have in Overwatch for comp next season...I wouldn’t mind if had a full 6 stack, just as long as we communicated. I’ve done it before and it worked out pretty well :)

I’ve once been in a group with 5+ people and none of us communicated and it was the worst thing ever....like I was literally the only person who would use their mic.The reason why we won and grouped up in the first place was probably due to luck not because we worked well together. SO I’m not gonna group up with people unless I know for sure we work well together. 

Most of the time this isn’t exactly my fault for grouping up with a huge group. I’ve had a few friends on my list just invite me to a group and then we’d start playing and we win one game. So then they click the “stay as a group” button after and other people join. I’m get very uneasy about that especially if I don’t think we really synergized during that match. (Then again I could just leave and play by myself :P) We usually end up losing the next few matches and my friend will end up rage quitting.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is my first season playing in competitive so I have learned a some things and I do want to improve. I still find Overwatch and it’s competitive aspects fun so I’d like keep going. Plus talking in voice chat has helped me find my sass again and be able to be more comfortable talking to people. So I’d like to keep that going as well :)

 I don’t think I suck but to be fair I wasn’t aware of certain concepts throughout the game before getting into competitive. I’m a fast learner in general so I definitely think I’m capable of climbing (which I already kinda did. I at least climbed outta silver into gold). I just kinda wanna be carried a little, so at the very least I can play with people with similar experience. I’m not heavy, honest. I’m flexible, I can carry my own weight. Plus with some more practice, I think I can be pretty good at the game. I’m not saying Top 500 but like... just be able to maintain a nice shiny rank. (like Diamond perhaps but we’ll see. I need to get to Platinum first)

(and also... fuck those trolls who may say otherwise)

[overwatchneedsyou]

Headcannons for overwatch characters first pets? Any of them will do!

~Since you love Roadhog so much, I figured I might as well use him. Everyone else was chosen randomly from a spin wheel. Sorry it’s so sad toward the end but one of the biggest things about having a first pet is losing them. 

Roadhog

He didn’t have pets growing up, it was too much of a hassle for his parents. He liked to feed the crows left over pieces of stale bread when he had them. 

He got used to seeing several of them. He named a few of them. One had a messy wing (He named it Pilot), one was smaller than the others (He named it Runt) but his favorite one was a crow thats caw sounded choked up because of mutation from the Outback (He named it Pig). 

Pilot, Runt, and Pig came by more often than the others. The more he feed them, the more they returned with little offerings for him. Bits of metal, a button or two, a screw, he got little shiny things from all of them. He kept them in a box under his bed. 

He found that a lot of the crows in town followed him around. They weren’t afraid to land close to him either. He made bird houses and set them in the trees around where he was living so that they’d all have somewhere to rest. Pilot, Runt, and Pig immediately made their nests there. 

He wasn’t surprised when they died after a few years. They’d been old birds but he’d loved them. He took care of their babies after they were gone. Over the years, all the crows in town learned his face and knew he was a friend.

Gabriel Reyes

His parents let him pick out a pet at the shelter. He saw a little ball of black fluff and Soot was immediately chosen. People usually don’t like black cats because they mean bad luck but Gabriel thought that was stupid. He fell in love with her big green eyes.

Soot fell in love with Gabriel the minute he held her. She was only a kitten when he got her and she was really clingy to him. She refused to leave his arms when they brought her home. Not even three days later, her hair was everywhere. Gabriel gave up using a lint roller after year one. He just wore more black.

Soot quickly became Gabriel’s shadow. She was always around when he was. When he watched tv, she was in his lap or sitting beside him. When he sat in his desk chair, she climbed on top of his computer and sat on his keyboard. He’d wake up some mornings with her on his face and fall asleep some nights with her on his chest. She loved him.

His mother likes to joke that he inherited a lot of his mannerisms from Soot. He doesn’t think it’s very hard from the truth. 

When she died, something had been wrong with her heart. Gabriel’s parents had tried to cushion the blow for him but he still wasn’t ready when she was finally gone. It was one of the only nights she hadn’t slept in his bed as if she knew that he didn’t need to see her like that. He never did see Soot’s body but he did watch his parents bury her underneath a shady tree in their backyard. He spent a lot of time outside after that. The cat hair never did completely leave their house.

Tracer

Her parents hadn’t been looking for a pet when she found Snowball. He’d been sitting in a cage in one of the windows of a pet store and she’d spotted him. He’d been spinning on his wheel when she knew she wanted him. 

She loved buying little tubes for him to crawl through. Her parents had to have an intervention at one point because there were so many tubes in her room it was becoming a fire hazard. 

She became notorious for taking him out of the cage to pet him. Even when her parents told her not to, she’d sneak him out. She just loved how small and fluffy he was in her hands. 

He liked to sneak out of his cage all the time. Tracer had a heart attack every time he did it. Most of the time she couldn’t tell he was gone because she just assumed he was in a tube somewhere but when his food remained untouched for too long, she went searching for him.

During a really cold winter, Tracer made the mistake of leaving the window open one night. Not only did she get sick, but so did Snowball. She hadn’t realized how cold it was. One night he was scampering around his cage and the next night, she found him still and cold. She wouldn’t stop crying for hours. Her parents buried him in the flowerbeds outside their house.

Reinhardt

This man loves dogs. He’s loved them ever since he was little. Before he was born, his mother and father already had a huge puppy with bright yellow fur named Lion. 

The moment they brought Reinhardt home, Lion immediately became his caretaker. He slept at the foot of Reinhardt’s crib every night to watch over him. His parents have a lot of pictures of him curled up in Lion’s fur. There aren’t a lot of pictures that don’t have Lion somewhere in them. 

When Reinhardt was old enough to have a bed, Lion slept in it with him. Reinhardt used to wake up with fur in his mouth and all over his body but that didn’t matter to him. Lion kept him warm at night and he thought it was cute the way Lion kicked in his sleep.

When Reinhardt felt like he couldn’t talk to his parents, Lion was there to let him cry into his fur. He licked his face afterward and Reinhardt always appreciated it. 

Lion died during Reinhardt’s first year of college. He left the dorms and drove all the way home. He was there petting Lion’s fur when they put him to sleep. Reinhardt didn’t cry until he got home and his parents were there to comfort him. Lion’s collar is still in his bedroom back home on his desk.

[thessalian]

video game asks: 4, 5, and 12

4) A game that everyone else loved and I didn’t care for? Gaaaaah I can’t even really give one because most of the games I had a ‘meh’ for, I loved bits. It wasn’t that I didn’t love them; I just couldn’t overlook the ‘meh’ as much as everyone around me and I stopped talking about it after awhile--

...oh all right, fuck it, Dragon Age: Inquisition. Loved the Hinterlands and everything up to Corypheus’ first appearance, had some great moments after that, loved Trespasser, but that game should never have been a sandbox. My overwhelming thought throughout a full-completion playthrough is, “Why am I doing this, again?”

5) A game that no one else cared for that I enjoyed? I ... don’t honestly think there is one. I tend not to actually talk about games I really enjoyed to people I suspect might not, so really, honestly, I have no clue. This time, really racking my brain and coming up with nothing.

12) I’m not even sure what “appreciated but didn’t enjoy” means. I see the artistic merit in most games. But I guess if I take it down to its barest essentials, if it’s something that I did, didn’t like but it brought me something special somewhere down the line ... I’m going to have to say Final Fantasy XI. It was my first MMO. It was long and grindy and involved way too much partying with total stupid and there was no way to level solo. It didn’t just encourage team play; it MANDATED it. And if you weren’t a very specific class (either New Job Class Of The Month or White Mage, and even White Mage went by the wayside when Scholar became a thing, and believe me they were NOTHING LIKE the FFXIV version, but that didn’t matter; it just mattered that they were the NEW AND SHINY AND EVERYONE WANTED ONE), you could wait for hours and not get a party.

I appreciate it for two reasons. One: it taught me a lot about MMOs. It taught me that I could be good at video games where a pause button wouldn’t save me and a guide would only give me the barest idea of what I was supposed to be doing because everything depended on the other players and what the random aggro table decided to do in a boss’ mechanics. It taught me that while I was relegated to the healer class just because I wanted to fucking play now and then, I was actually really good at it. I’ve carried that with me for over a decade now. TOR. TSW. Overwatch. FFXIV. It made me the healbabe I am today.

The other reason is that it proved to me conclusively that some game companies learn from their mistakes. Waiting for a party invite was a bitch in FFXI. FFXIV has the group finder system - yeah, I know, all games have a randomiser now, but it wasn’t a thing back then. They’ve cut back on how many job classes they’re going to throw in at any given time, and they’ve clearly given thought to balancing it out. That tends to mean that while people want to play the new and shiny, they have no opportunity to refuse to pick someone who prefers the old standby, and it’d be more trouble than it’s worth to boot your Old Standby DPS or healer just because they’re not the New and Shiny. They all have their strengths, and those strengths are flagged up, and people recognise that. They learned from the FFXI mistakes like ... gathering points are individual to a player now, not something that someone can gank from under you. Fishing is less of a chore. They learned. That gives me hope that maybe other companies can learn to. I mean, this is fucking SquareEnix; they have more money than any of us can dream of and the Final Fantasy franchise means they don’t have to do shit if they don’t want to. But they made significant quality of life changes that I wish more MMOs that tried a different direction (as in, different to WoW) would take to heart.

[moonelf19]

OK

I have spent some time chewing on this (while washing my face, it’s been a long day and I haven’t had the chance to mull it over until I got home a bit ago)

I had totally misinterpreted what “overwatch 2″ was

No, it isn’t a sequel to Overwatch. At least, not by my definition, which is the next game in a sequence. Usually the next in the timeline.

Overwatch 2 is really just a re-release of Overwatch(TM).

Overwatch: A shiny new layer of paint and a PvE mode

I’m not complaining, here’s why I was confused:

They said Overwatch 2, I saw Overwatch 2 online, I didn’t have time to watch any of the announcement video or panels. I did know that current overwatch content would carry over, but I figured that was just a nice bonus.

After investigating a bit more I realize that this is just the Overwatch content they probably wanted to release some 3 years ago but didn’t have the time/resources to. 

Timeline wise- we have hardly moved forward since the first cinematic we saw, where tracer and winston try and stop widowmaker and reaper from stealing the infinity gauntlet- and we haven’t seen anything since the doomfist reveal (in the overwatch(universe) timeline). I would guess that the Overwatch(the team) timeline has very little happening between that cinematic and the Overwatch 2 (the game) reveal cinematic.

Off the top of my head, this is the order of events

Winston hits the recall button after reaper tries to take him out

tracer and winston try to stop widowmaker and reaper from getting the infinity gauntlet on their own

Mei comes back from the south pole (north pole? which pole was she at...) and joins up with them

Mccree gets Echo up and running

Our trio gets intel that bad guys are going to attack paris, so they show up to try and stop that from happening. This is when Overwatch “returns”- and when mei meets the team, and Genji, Mercy, etc reunite with Winston

Genji, Mercy, Winston fight with Doomfist

Why was I confused af? Because the cinematic for Overwatch 2 happens before some of the Overwatch (first game) cinematics.

????

Is that not strange? That seems strange. Why would I think that a new cinematic reveal for a “new game” be a look back at something that happened before when we play the game?

Here’s my other revelation-- none of the gameplay in Overwatch (the first game) is canon. 

This is kind of frustrating, because.... well wtf? Confusing. But it’s the only thing that makes sense.

I was super confused because I have cursed out mei a ton as characters in the game, and am now finding out that it was all make believe

Someone out there was like “hey what if those people from Overwatch were still running around, and some of the ones that died weren’t actually dead, and we threw in some bad guys from a super secret organization and some people from this big corporation, and we randomly picked some of them to fight one another.”

Considering how thought out and developed the lore hints at being, i’m just kind of baffled i guess. 

Because Overwatch 2 isn’t a new game- as far as I can tell, I don’t have to buy anything new to keep playing overwatch, because people who don’t buy 2 can keep playing the current modes with 2 players at no cost.

When you buy Overwatch 2, you’re buying a DLC. Hopefully the price reflects that. 

Ok, I’m confused just trying to read over this. Here’s the bottom line: The canon overwatchverse timeline hasn’t “moved forward” yet, but will when you play the PvE mode. Everything so far has happened at totally random points in the timeline. It wasn’t chronological in the slightest. I’m assuming that PvE mode starts with Overwatch (the team) having just reunited, and will go about picking up new members and fighting talon/null people. 

Is blizzard really saying that mei hasn’t met the rest of overwatch.... during the entire time of overwatch recall?

Are.... you..... I.....

Is all of overwatch recall not canon then??? It’s literally an AU imagining prequel to the ACTUAL start of the story???

Idk if that’s madness or genius

[neonnoodledragon]

It all happened in London...Ch1

AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10101086/chapters/22501736

Summary:

Everyone was invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding in London. Genji was one of the groomsmen and Mercy was the maid of honor. This fanfic is based on one of the episodes in the TV series Friends.

Notes:

This is my first time writing an English fanfic and first time posting on AO3. Apologies for the incorrect grammar/spelling in it. Hope you guys enjoys this. I had fun writing this.

Overwatch and Overwatch characters belongs to Blizzard.

Chapter 1: Before the big day

Friends and families were invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding at King's Row Hotel in London. A dinner party was held the day before the wedding. Tables decorated with dishes of high class cuisines and wine and champagne in everyone's hands. Joys of laughter filled the atmosphere. Emily was in a stunning lime green evening gown and was chatting with one of her bridesmaids, Mei, who was wearing a blue elegant cheongsam with patterns of orchids in a darker shade of blue. The other bridesmaid, Pharah, was with her mom, Ana. Chatting with Tracer about the old days in Overwatch. Rienhardt, Jack and Gabriel came along when they heard Ana mentioning about this one time in a Halloween party at Watchpoint when Rienhardt fainted by the sight of Gabriel as a Halloween spirit with a pumpkin on his head. Mercy was Emily's maid of honor, still in her room changing. Only Tracer's best man, big old Winston, attended the dinner party.

"Winston~(Blink) Have you seen the other groomsmen?" The coattail behind Tracer's white suit drifted a bit as she blank in front of the scientist. "I afraid not, Tracer. I have not seen them yet. " Winston pushed his glasses closer to his face. "I can go check on them." Said Lucio, the DJ of the evening, after switching another jazz song, he left the stage. "I'll find them in time before this song ends." Even without skates, he swiftly swooshed trough the room filled with people. Passing through the gap between Roadhog and Junkrat who had big mountains of food piling on their plates causing them to loose their balance."Oi! Watch it, mate!" A few pieces of beef jumped and tumbled down to the very edge of Junkrat's plate, threatened to fall to the floor.

"Why's that you can't fit'n it now? Tomorrow's the wedding for god's sake!" McCree tried to button up Genji with all his might with the white shirt he lended to, but the button in the middle couldn't be buttoned up. "Dang it, Genji! Didn't ya said that you're a size L?" McCree's arms were shaking when the little white button was just an inch away from the button hole of the shirt. "I am a size L." It has been years since Genji wore clothes. "MMMMF...Well, you have got to lay off the ramen, man... almost there..." The round plastic was a few milimeters away. "I did not gain weight!" Genji protested. "SUCK IT IN, SHIMADA!" A visible vein surfaced on the cowboy's forehead, gritting his teeth as he tried to connect the shirt's plackets to the button. "Yo! What are you two doin'?" Lucio's head appeared from the hotel room's doorway. Bouncy brown dreadlocks swining to the front then back in place. "Fatso here can't button up." "For the last time! I did not gain weight!" A loud ripping sound quieted the room. McCree turned Genji around. Genji turned his head to see how bad the damage was. The right armhole was torn on the back. "I don't suppose you have an extra shirt do you, Lucio?" McCree's bionic hand cupped his chin, rubbing his beard from side to side as he stared at the silver shinly metal and brownish grey synthetics through the rip. "Sorry. Fresh out. I gave it to Junkrat dude." Sudden realization hit the cyborg. "Ah. Maybe it's the armor that made me couldn't fit." "Ya should've thought 'bout that sooner, Genji." The cowboy facepalmed himself and sighed in defeat. "Kuso. I didn't bring the tools for it." "Maybe Angie brought some with her. I remember she's at room 526. Go check it out." McCree lit his cigar and puffed a grey cloud out of his mouth. "Hey, guys. After you're done, remember to head to the party. Alright? See ya. Lucio out." The Brazilian DJ zipped through the hall, rushing back to the party before the jazz song ends.

Angela was facing back at the mirror looking at the reflection of the stuck zipper from the back of her gold cocktail dress struggling to zip up. She heard someone knocking at her door. "In a minute." She tugged the zipper a few more times, no use. She gave in and went to the door to open it. "Oh. Hi, Genji." She looked at the half dressed cyborg from top to bottom. A white unbutton shirt, black pants and belt, and black shoes. Shoes? "I have some trouble fitting in Jesse's shirt. I was wondering if you have by chance bring the tools for taking off my armor." "Fortunately for you, I did. I'm happy to help you with that. Come inside." She left the door open for him. "Thank you, Angela. I appreciate the effort." The doctor opened her luggage to find the tools as Genji sat on the bed. "Your dress isn't zip up." She couldn't believe that she absolutely forgot about it. "Oh! I'm sorry. I had some difficulties with it." She could feel herself blushing. Genji let out a few light chuckles. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has trouble with clothes." Angela's hands stopped searching for the tools as a cold touch made her body jolted. Metallic hands were working on the back of the frozen blondie. She felt the little piece of metal was forced down a bit then smoothly slid up to the top. "There you go." Angela looked at her reflection in the mirror, her smile grew as she twirled in her dress. She paused in front of Genji. "Thank you, Genji. You were a big help." "No problem, doc. Now, can you return the favor?" He gestured the shiny silver/white plates of armor. "Of course, Genji." She may not notice, but vents on Genji's shoulders almost popped out when she bent over to her luggage to continue to search for the tools. The dress really brings out the curves of her body. Matching her ocean blue eyes and diamond earrings. This was the first time he saw the angelic doctor besides her Valkyrie suit or her white, long doctor's coat. She was just so beautiful. "Alright. Let's get to work." A special drill-like tool was in her right hand. There wasn't a reaction for a while from the Shimada. "Huh? Oh, right."

They both sat on the bed. He took off the ripped, white shirt, threw it on the bed sheet. The doctor started working on his shoulder pads, then the ones on the upper arms', then the forearms'. More and more brownish-grey cybernetic skin was revealed piece after piece. Without the metal covering the arms of the Shimada, it became more visible to admire the detailed lines of the muscular arms. There was a 'wow' feeling in her mind. "Angela? Doctor Ziegler? Are you still there?" She snapped out of it as the cyborg gently waved in front of her face, found herself pausing for a moment. "Can you also take the chest plate off?" "Huh? Yes. Sure." Two silver plates were off, now for the white one on his stomach. Genji needed to unbuckle and pull down his pant a bit. "Wait..." The action of him undressing the lower part of him paused, holding the hem of his black pants and belt. "I didn't bring any underwear." The sentence had confused Angela. "What's wrong with that?" A moment of awkward silence passed by. "The remaining piece of armor on me is connected to the black 'thong'. So if you undo it..." She made an 'Oh' after the sudden realization. She remembered he still has his male parts attached.

"No worries. I can borrow Hanzo's. Would you come to my room after I borrow his underwear?"

"Of course, Genji. How about we say in thirty minutes?"

"Sure thing. My room number is 519."

"Okay. Give me a call when you're ready."

Genji buckled his pants as he stood up. Angela closed the door after they both waved their good byes. She was now alone in her room, recalling the time when she was unscrewing Genji's protective gear, feeling a bit hot. Boy, does she need a fan to cool down from the excitement of seeing his fit figure.

Thirty five minutes later.

-RING-RING-

"Hello?"

"Angela. It's Hana. Where are you girl?"

"I'm still in my room."

"What's the hold up? You're missing out the fun. Jesse and Hanzo are having a drinking contest and boy, are they good."

"I'm waiting for Genji's call. He needs some assistance with his armor."

"That's funny. I just saw him talking to Hanzo during the competition."

"He needs to borrow some underwear from him. That's all."

"HE WEARS CLOTHES!?"

"Well, he is going to tomorrow. He's one of the groomsmen."

"Well, hurry up, Doc. Z. "

"Okay. I'll see you then. Bye."

She hung the phone up.

-RING-RING-

"Genji?"

"OMG, Angela! The guys are stink'n drunk and they're singing moon river together! It's so hilarious!"

"Hana, Please. I'm waiting for a call."

"Okay. Sorry. Bye, then."

Phone hung up again.

-RING-RING-

"I don't care what's going on now! Stop calling me!"

Silence

"Oh, my. Genji? Is that you?"

"HA HA! You were right, Hana! She did fell for it!"

"Lena!"

"Sorry, luv. I couldn't resist. Plus, I drank a few shots, too."

Phone hung up again, angrily.

-RING-RING-

She sighed heavily before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Angela. Are you okay? You sound tired."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Sumimasen. Hanzo was a bit drunk when I found him."

"I know. Hana told me."

"Anyway, I found his underwear. Are you available now?"

"Yes. I'll be on my way."

"See you then."

"Bye."

The phone was hung up, she picked up the tools and the door was shut as she left the room.

Room 519. Angela knocked twice on the door. "Coming." The door opened and Genji (with no pants) greeted the doctor in. "So, Hanzo agreed to lend you his underwear?" "Yes. He'll agree to anything when he's drunk." He waved the tighty-whitey in his right hand. "Shall we?" Angela held up the tool, pressed the switch on it two times making the drilling sound. Genji nodded, the two of them sat on the bed. The drill unscrewing the last remaining piece on the cyborg, carefully removing the large white plate along with the black thong. She saw the member of the younger Shimada, the color is the same as his synthetic skin, reflecting the diffuse light. Not wanting to be rude, she shifted her sight to her left. It's wasn't any better. The mirror was directly facing the both of them sitting on bed, with Genji's legs wide open. She immediately stood up, facing against the door. "I'll give you some privacy. Let me know when you're done." Genji tilted his head. "Doctor Ziegler, are you shy of seeing my member?" Angela's cheeks turned light red. "I though that you wouldn't mind since that you must've seen it many times during my treatment ten years ago." By the hearing of that made her cheeks redden even more. "Well, I respect your privacy. Okay? Just get dressed." A few robotic chuckles escaped from his mouth. "Angela. It's okay if you look." "Then why did you need to borrow underwear in the first place?" "I did thought that you might be a little uncomfortable in this situation. But I didn't thought that you would really mind that much." Angela hesitantly turned around to the naked man. "So, tell me doctor. Do I look good?" "Y-You look... healthy." For god's sake, Angela! He looks delicious! His biceps, abs and strong thighs. You've been observing them for a long time during the past. Why couldn't you calmly look straight at him now? "You look gorgeous, Angela." He stood up and held her hand, pushing back the string of gold on her forehead to the side of her ear. They were close now, very, close.

---The Next day---

"I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!" The exciting, blinking girl barged in Genji's room without any warning. Tracer scared the dragon out of the Shimada that is still naked in his bed thankfully with bed sheets covering him. "Whoa! Oxton!" She exited his room, shouting with joy and heading toward the other rooms to do the same thing as well. The door slowly closed itself, making a click as it shut.

"Do you think she saw me!?" Underneath the bed sheets was Angela, naked, poking her head out when she was sure that the coast was clear. Two hearts were racing, still panicking of what just happened. "Morning Beautiful." Genji gave her a kiss on her head, a few seconds later the two of them were giggling about what they did last night.

Notes:

I finished this at 2AM so it's a bit messy, sorry. Comments and advice are appreciated. Thanks.