#they don't have volume knobs on the front

[datadegroove]

look into the world of car stereos and speakers to understand how easy it is to manipulate people into paying absurdly high prices for things that have no specific benefits, aren't capable of doing what they say they can do, and are generally worse than the cheapest pieces of shit available in terms of options. but they sure do look shiny!

[al-the-remix]

BuckTommy Whump Week Day 4: Prompts: Getting shot // Chronic pain

Another fic for @bucktommywhumpweek! I'm hoping to finish a few more of these before the week is actually over, lol. Rated: E ... I don't know if this really qualifies as whump (like my last whump week fic 💀) but I just can't help making them all sappy atm.

What people didn’t know about bullets was that they rarely went through-and-through in a nice neat manner; not through walls, or car doors, or flesh. They bounced around inside you like a rubber ball, inflicting the most damage possible. 

Buck had seen the aftermath more times than would have liked to. 

The memory of being called to his first GSW was a visceral one, it had been a domestic dispute and once they’d loaded the victim into the bus, Hen had rubbed his back as he’d thrown up into some nearby shrubbery. Buck could still feel the acid burn in the back of his throat when he remembered it. 

He’d seen cadaver photos in his text books, but those never compared to the real thing. The sheer volume of blood that poured out of people was enough to make him nauseous just thinking about it. The cartoonish version of a bullet hole that he’d carried around in his head for most of his life just hadn’t held up. 

Maybe it had been shortsighted of him, but Buck had never taken the time to consider what might come later; not until Tommy had taken Buck’s hand in his own and laid it over the meat of his shoulder and let Buck feel the little knobs of bullet fragments lodged there, like ball bearings trapped beneath his skin. 

“Do they bother you?” Buck asked, in wonder. 

“Not often,” Tommy replied, his hand still blanketing Buck’s as he let him dig his fingers into his shoulder muscle like he would be more than happy to just leave it there forever. “Most of the time I forget they're even there.”

Buck found that hard to believe. He couldn’t imagine having a foreign object stuck in his body and not obsessing over it every moment of every day. 

Tommy was giving him an amused, knowing look. 

“What?” 

“You’re going to be thinking about those for a while aren’t you?”

Buck huffed, rolling his eyes. It was a little unsettling maybe, sometimes, being understood so through and quickly by another person. He liked it; it made him feel all shivery and warm inside, but more importantly it made him feel daring. Bold. 

“Yeah, maybe I will.”

Tommy took Buck’s hand in his own: his palm big, warm and dry, and slid it down to rest on the muscular curve of his outer thigh. “There’s some more over here too,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as Buck gave all the nice warm flesh there a squeeze.

There wasn’t a lot of talking after that, but Tommy had been right, Buck had thought about it for a while, his mind stuck on invisible scars and mementoes carried around inside you that no one else could see. 

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Buck wasn’t sure if it was the thunder or the soft orange glow spilling into the mezzanine that woke him. Quiet noises came from the kitchen below, the muted purr of the kettle and the shuffle of Tommy’s socked feet against the tile. Tommy had still been in Buck’s bed when he’d fallen asleep hours ago, tucked up against Tommy’s side as Tommy read by the lamp light.

Buck pulled on his sweatpants and made his way down to the main floor, feeling oddly awake for 4 am. He rarely had a bad night’s sleep when Tommy was with him, taking up space in Buck’s bed and stealing his covers. 

Tommy sent him a guilty look when he noticed Buck, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, not pulling honey from Buck’s kitchen cabinet. He was wearing one of Buck’s old hoodies and some sleep shorts. The circles under his eyes were dark and deep. “I didn’t want to wake you,” he whispered like Buck might be standing there in front of him, still asleep.

“I don’t mind,” Buck said and meant it. He wasn't the one with the shift in far too few hours.

Buck leaned back against the edge of the counter crossing his arms as he did, and settled in. He knew whatever was bothering Tommy would work its way out on its own, like a splinter buried beneath skin. He watched quietly as Tommy stirred honey into his tea. Buck was no stranger to sleepless nights and aching bones. Tommy had sat with him through some of the more recent bad nights, endlessly patient. 

Buck watched him closely, quietly analyzing the tilt of his body and the clench of his jaw as Tommy leaned against the counter opposite him. The cool light from the stove hugged the contours of his face, digging out dark wedges beneath those cheekbones that could cut glass. 

“Well, aren't you gonna ask?”

Buck shrugged. “I figured I'd just wait you out.”

Tommy sighed, setting his mug to the side. He was smart enough to know when he was on the losing side of a battle. “It's the scar tissue around the shrapnel I've still got in me. Every so often it begins to pull in uncomfortable ways and makes it impossible to get settled.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Tommy tilted his head like he was really considering Buck and his words. “Honestly I don't know, I normally just take an Ibuprofen and put on a movie or something and try to just ignore it.”

“Well, I think we can do better than that,” Buck said, and Tomy raised a brow, curiosity peaked.

With hands planted firmly on Tommy’s shoulders, Buck guided him back upstairs to bed and got him splayed out on his belly across the center of the mattress on a towel, sweater-less, with his arms tucked comfortably under his head. 

“Finally, just where I want you,” Buck teased as he straddled Tommy’s waist, reaching for the massage oil. He could feel Tommy’s laugh vibrate through his ribcage, muffled by the pillow.

Buck admired the span of Tommy’s back as he warmed the oil up between his hands, deciding where to begin. The bullet and shrapnel scars were faint now, Buck knew their locations by memory and feel alone. He started by smoothing his hands up the center of Tommy’s back, following the column of his spine and the thick muscles flanking it, getting Tommy warmed up and used to his touch before applying more pressure. 

Buck always preferred to talk while he worked, and with Tommy the smooth flow of words came easy. If he let himself, he could probably let his mouth run for hours, and Tommy would listen. 

“You know, I wanted to be a masseuse for a while.”

Tommy hummed, his eyes had drifted shut when Buck began to work on the tight knot of tissue just below his shoulder blade, he peeled one open now, offering Buck an amused look over his shoulder. “And which hunky guy did you follow that career into?”

“Ha ha,” Buck said, poking his fingers playfully into Tommy's side, just to watch him squirm. “Actually, it was after working at the ranch, there was this ex bronco rider, who had compressed his spine one too many times, mucking out stalls with me. He told me all about how his girlfriend had taken massage therapy classes to help him with his back because his insurance wouldn’t cover the treatment.” 

“Ah, so it was a hunky girl that time.”

Buck chuckled. He liked how easy it was to talk with Tommy about stuff like this; he wasn’t ashamed of  himself or his past, but he was wary of how people might perceive him because of it. He’d wanted so badly for Tommy to think of him as a serious person, to know that Buck was all in. That dating him didn’t imply some sort of unspoken risk–and with Tommy it never had. 

“You know me–I always liked the idea of helping people, I just didn't know how, yet.” 

“Maybe I’m being selfish, but I think you ended up right where you were supposed to be,” Tommy said, and groaned in pleasure when Buck really started working at the scar tissue webbed deep within his back muscle.

“How’s that feel?” Buck asked, anticipating Tommy's approval.

“Fucking awesome.”

Buck grinned. He knew he was good with his hands, but it was a whole nother thing entirely to be good with his hands for Tommy. Pleased with himself, a heavy satisfaction settled warm in the pit of his stomach. He loved everything about this: having Tommy pliable and relaxed beneath him, working slick skin over with his hands, making Tommy feel good, being able to help in some small way.

Buck shuffled down, straddling Tommy’s leg so he could work his fingers into the outside of Tommy’s thigh where he knew a metal shard the size of his thumbnail lived. That one had been logged in there when an IED had struck the lead vehicle in their convoy, and some of Buck’s satisfaction melted away as he thought about just how many close calls his boyfriend’s body was littered with. He was normally the one getting shit for taking risks, but in truth Tommy was just as guilty as he was. 

Tommy had gone completely boneless underneath him, his skin pink and a little shiny from having Buck’s oiled up hands all over him. He continued to rub gently circles into his skin even after he’d finished with the final shrapnel wound he knew of, running his nails lightly over the thick swirls of hair on the backs of Tommy’s legs. 

Tommy shifted his hips against the mattress, spreading his legs a little wider. Buck knew that move, and that satisfaction in his gut twisted and flared back to life. He slid his hands up the backs of Tommy���s thighs as slowly as he could handle.

“Are you hard?” he asked, worming his fingers under the hem of Tommy’s shorts when he reached them. 

“Yeah,” Tommy sighed. “That felt really good, but, uh, we don’t have to do anything, you must be tired and–”

He was starting to sound way too with it for Buck’s liking. Buck dug his thumbs into the soft inner flesh of Tommy’s thighs and let his hips roll in a slow, pointed drag along the back of Tommy’s leg so there was no way he could miss the semi Buck was sporting.

Tommy’s muscles jumped under his hands as he groaned. “Okay, Okay, you’ve made your point. Help me out of these–”

Buck was more than happy to peel Tommy’s shorts down his legs as Tommy lifted his hips obligingly. He had half a mind to just dump a generous amount of the oil on Tommy’s big pale ass and go to town, but he had a feeling that would probably ruin the [slowly winding] mood they’d built. 

In a show of what he considered great restraint, Buck slipped a slick hand between Tommy’s thighs, rolling his balls softly in the palm of his hand just to hear the noises he would make. Quiet chuffs and deep groans were muffled by the pillow as Tommy ground his hips in lazy circles against the mattress and back into Buck’s hand, and Buck was starting to think he’d never get over how good it felt to have another man like this: a big body to push and pull and work at until it ultimately unraveled.

Buck stretched up so he could press a kiss to the thick curve of Tommy’s shoulder, not caring one bit about the oil that still clung to his skin. He let his hand drift up and rubbed his slick fingers indulgently over Tommy’s asshole, gratified by the way he moaned and pushed into it. 

“You can if you want to,” Tommy said, breathless, and Buck could tell without even looking at his face how gone he was just from having Buck’s hands on him. 

“I have a better idea,” Buck said, pulling at Tommy’s hip. “Here–roll onto your side for me.”

It didn’t take Tommy long to clue in once Buck pressed himself all up along his back and reached for the bottle of oil again, slicking his dick up in the shallow space between their bodies. 

His body tensed when realization dawned. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Evan– ” 

And it was Tommy’s turn to lose his cool, his voice reedy and feverish, a thin tremor through his body as Buck maneuvered his thigh so he could fit his dick into that hot, tight space between them. He wrapped an arm around the barrel of Tommy’s chest, pinning him tight against his own as Buck took that first long, indulgent roll of his hips. 

Buck had always enjoyed fucking someone’s thighs–what wasn’t there to like–but there was something specific about the way Tommy got so worked up over it, even in the early hours of the morning after a sleepless night, even when Buck had just worked his body to jello with his hands, that rocketed the act up into the stratosphere.

Tommy squeezed his thighs around him, Buck could hear the labored cadence of his breathing and the obscene sounds of him fisting his own cock, as Buck fucked the slick give of his thighs. The way the head of his dick kept nudging up against the soft resistance of Tommy’s balls with every stroke was still just different enough to scratch at Buck’s brain in new and interesting ways.

Tommy’s fingers dug into his hair, pulling Buck’s face down so he could slide their mouth together at an awkward angle. The kiss was sloppy, Tommy kept sucking Buck’s tongue into his mouth and then breaking away to moan again and again as he got closer to coming. Buck could feel it all through his body, wound like a coil ready to spring. He wasn’t far behind, his plan to keep things slow and simmering had fallen through quickly. He should have known better; with Tommy pressed against him like one big throbbing pulse, overwhelming Buck’s senses with the musky scent of his body, and the sounds he made when he touched himself, and how good it felt to rut against him like this, the desperate slide of skin against skin, there was just no chance he was going to last.  

Buck buried his face in the hollow of Tommy’s shoulder, just above where that pale constellation of shrapnel lived, and stilled as he came in thick pulses all along Tommy’s taint, that little space between his thighs instantly going wet and frictionless. 

Tommy made a wounded sound, and Buck held him tight in the cradle of his arms as Tommy hitched his hips into his fist until he came. He was still pressing kisses against Tommy’s damp hairline when Tommy reached up and laced their fingers together, no longer shaking. 

“Well, I’m definitely not thinking about the stupid shrapnel anymore.”

“Good,” Buck said, allowing himself to feel smug about it. “My work here is done.”

“Not so quick hot stuff,” Tommy said, reaching back to pat him on the hip. “I expect your help de-oiling in the shower. I think this mess is a four-handed operation.”

“Yes, sir.” Buck peeled himself from where he’d been clinging to Tommy like a limpet.

He took a moment to admire the long, glistening stretch of Tommy’s body, limp and satisfied. Debauched, even.

"What?" Tommy asked, stretching his arms above his head as he rolled onto his back, offering Buck a good view of where his come was actively drying in his happy trail. Buck would have a fun time scrubbing that out.

"Nothing, I'm just happy you're here, with me."

Tommy face went immediately soft and he pressed up on his knees so he could pull Buck into one more lingering kiss before breaking away.

"There's no where I'd rather be."

[mysticficti0n]

Hi B can you do something about if the TH boys were to walk-in while she was showering?? I feel it would be really funny

thank you ♥︎

BAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG YESSS

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Shower intrusion

warnings- swearing and thats about it

words- 990

Tom

Tom was sat round in the living room watching some stupid film on tv until the idea of going for a nice relaxing shower came to his mind, he knew Y/n was up stairs, he could hear her fucking music rattling off the walls so its perfect timing to go in and clean off whatever was on him from the day. He climbed up the stairs and saw his roommates door wide open with the speaker on 100 volume, he shook his head as he grabbed a towel from his dresser and walked to go to the bathroom, his hand twisted the door knob and he walked in and hot steamy air hit his face "TOM GET OUT!" a high pitched yell echoed on the tiled walls "FUCKING HELL Y/N!" he shouted back standing stunned as Y/n reached for the shower curtain to wrap around her body "well don't just fucking stare!" the girl growled seeing Tom's eyes widen with realisation to what he'd done- we all know where his little eyes drifted... "shit I'm sorry I thought you were in your room!" he argued looking to the ceiling trying to not think of her naked in front of him "I'll go now erm... enjoy?" Tom had never moved quicker in his life to leave the bathroom. Why was he such an idiot? Tom found himself sat back down on the sofa flicking through channels before a wet-haired Y/n came and stood before him- fully dressed in her Pj's may I add- he gave her a shy smile as she crossed her arms staring down at the slouched position he was in "bathrooms free now perv"

Bill

"I need to go take this bloody make-up off!" Bill groaned wiping his black eyes and seeing a huge dark smudge draw itself along his hand "ugh!" leaving the group down stairs he went to his room searching for the make-up wipes "come on where are they?" he pulled open every draw he owned swiping his hands over every surface he could reach but nothing Then he thought to check Y/n's room, she always had wipes stocked somewhere, he knocked the door and had no response, Bill opened the door slightly and saw a darkness filled room but a light shone from her bathroom, with a happy sigh he trudged in walking straight to the bathroom not noticing the sound of the taps being twisted off "Y/n I need some- OH FUCK I'M SORRY!" right in front of his eyes was a unsuspecting Y/n hurriedly wrapping her towel around her "why didn't you say something when you were walking in!" she laughed seeing the singer cover his eyes and spin back round "fucking idiot, you can turn around now" slowly Bill turned back to the girl seeing her fully covered with a clip holding her hair back "erm.. I need make-up wipes if you have any" his voice was quieter than before making Y/n chuckle and point to next to her sink "thanks and sorry... I don't know why I didn't thing you'd be in the shower" the boy quickly grabbed the wipes and ran back down stairs to fill in his bandmates about his encounter before wiping off his make-up

Georg

Georg was sweating like shit on a hot day after being outside helping set up the barbecue with Tom who couldn't seem to understand how to screw legs onto the main barbecue drum which oddly enough ended with a shoe mark stamped into it, with heavy steps he came up the stairs taking his shirt off and already unbuckling his belt his free hand pushing the bathroom door open as soon as the smell of vanilla and lavender filled his nose he regretted everything he did "shit sorry sorry!" he chanted walking back out closing his eyes making him close to smacking his head off the door "Jesus Georg you gave me a heart attack!" the girl called with a laugh, while the bassist stood with a thought fighting his way to the front of his mind, he opened the door slightly again and the scent of his shampoo washed over him "are you using my fucking almond shampoo?!" he yelled getting a suspicious 'no' from the girl "fucking hell Y/n out of everyone in this bloody house I didn't think you'd be nicking my shampoo! I wondered why it ran out so fast!" "look it makes your hair so shiny and smooth I was getting jealous!" Georg couldn't stop a laugh from leaving his lips "I'll buy you your own next time but don't use any more!" he warned walking to his own room to write a reminder 'get the shampoo stealer her own shampoo'

Gustav

"god my shoulders hurt so bad" the drummer grumbled rubbing the sore spot on his right side "ah- I need a shower, hot water helps" he spoke to the group sat with him as he turned to leave the room he thought he remembered Y/n saying she was going for a shower but surely she'd be out now? He made his way to the bathroom and pushed the door open and herd the small voice of Y/n singing a tune then "GUSTAV LEAVE!" the boy was brought back as he attempted to run out the room but it turned out to be more of a stumble as he smacked into the wall outside "SORRY Y/N!" he yelled slamming the door shut while slapping himself in the face trying to forget the image on Y/n with suds falling down her body, how long was he looking? "why does nobody in this goddamn house knock doors before they enter?" the girl shouted with a grunt making him laugh and her angriness, he'd make it up to her- maybe buying a door lock? "Gustav I know you're still outside" he snickered walking back down stairs with a red tint across his face "oopsie" he giggled

[searchingforgravity]

I Wanna Watch (Austin Butler x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Prompt: You catch Austin pleasuring himself when he thinks you're at work. He's embarrassed at first, but you assure him that you want to watch him as you sit back and enjoy the show.

TW: Smut, sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2849

A/N: I was reading a fanfiction the other day and was inspired to write this. Enjoy!

You smile to yourself as you open the front door to your house, stepping inside. There had been a system malfunction at your office job, so everyone was sent home today. It's still early, so hopefully your boyfriend will still be in bed and you can cuddle up next to him. You shut the door behind you, gently kicking off your shoes as you make your way to your bedroom. You are about to bring your hand to turn the knob when you are stopped in your tracks. Just beyond the door, you can hear faint moans.

"Ah, shit (y/n)," you hear leave Austin's mouth, causing you to suck in a breath, warmth suddenly pooling to your core. You are frozen in place, having never caught him in such a position before. You hear his moans increase in volume, and instantly start imagining his beautiful, long fingers stroking his throbbing cock, his head thrown back against the pillows. You bite your lip as you gently turn the knob, your mouth almost hanging open at the sight of him.

There he lies, completely naked, chest heaving softly, eyes screwed shut as strained groans fall from his slack mouth. The speed of his hand on his erection is rapid as he tries desperately to reach his climax. His eyes dart open as a surprised gasp leaves his mouth, his eyes instantly finding your now hooded ones.

"S-Shit!" he exclaims, completely flustered as he shuffles to cover himself. It almost makes you laugh; he walks around naked all the time, but he looks so bashful in the present moment, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. "(y/n), honey, I thought you were at work," he croaks, his raspy morning voice making you almost crumble. His hand comes to thread through his hair anxiously, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"We got sent home, some malfunction," you say nonchalantly, as if you hadn't just walked in on him jacking off. A small silence fills the room as he nods, embarrassment still on his face as he avoids your gaze. "Austin.." you trail, causing him to return his gaze to yours. "Don't stop."

He becomes more flustered at your words, a nervous laugh falling from his lush lips. "What, you're just gonna stand there and watch?" he questions with a hint of sarcasm. His expression changes when he sees you're being serious. You nod your head, biting down on your bottom lip, making his body stiffen. "I wanna watch you make yourself cum."

At your response, you see lust form in his eyes, a soft groan escaping his lips. His tongue darts out to absentmindedly swipe across his lips as he cautiously brings his hand around his throbbing cock, pushing the covers away from him. "This is what you want?" he rasps, a slight strain seeping through his voice. You just nod as you bring your gaze to his hand, watching as he hesitates slightly.

You look back at his face as his eyes rake over your body. His bites his lip, lightly swiping his thumb over the tip. A strangled groan slips out of him mouth as he allows his head to fall back against the pillows. You swallow harshly as arousal pools to your core at the sight before you. "Fuck," he gasps as he starts moving his hand along his throbbing erection, his body tensing at the touch. He starts off slow, wanting to give you a little bit of a show as he clenches his jaw, thrusting softly into his hand. "Christ, (y/n)," he grits out as he allows his eyes to close at the feeling.

You can't help the whine the escapes your lips as he picks up the pace, his performance for you faltering as he focuses more on reaching his orgasm. Groans and moans start falling from his lips more steadily as he thrusts up into his hand with more force, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. "Fuck, feels so good," he groans, now solely focused on cumming. You bite on your lip as you see the veins in his neck start popping out. His cheeks flush a deeper color as he pushes himself further to that place. "Oh shit, baby," he whines as he picks up the pace, his cock impossibly hard and swollen.

A light sheen of sweat starts forming on his chest as he heaves softly, moans falling from his lips now with every exhale. He starts arching his back off the bed as he's now completely lost in his pleasure. "Shit, shit, shit," he gasps, and you know he's close. You are biting down on your lip so hard, you wouldn't be surprised if you draw blood as you whine at the sight, your eyes glued to him. "Fuck!" he shouts, as his body spasms, warm spurts of cum shooting onto his abdomen.

His movements lessen as he fucks his hand softly through his orgasm. When he comes down from his peak, his chest is heaving as he opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling. He grabs his shirt off the floor, wiping his chest before turning to face you, a soft smirk forming on his lips. "How was that for you?" he jokes. His expression changes slightly when he sees you standing there, a near puddle of arousal. He bites his lip at the sight as he gestures for you to come to him. "C'mere baby," he breathes, scooting over on the bed to make room for you.

You waste no time as you make your way to the bed, scooting close as he captures your lips in his. His hands are quick on you as he pushes them under your shirt, pulling it up and off your body. You let him undress you as he grabs at your belt loops, pulling you closer as he pops the button on your pants. Once he pulls your pants down and off, he throws them somewhere in the room as he brings his lips to your neck.

"I wanna watch you too," he murmurs in your ear, making a rush of heat course through you. It's your turn to become slightly embarrassed as you move to unhook your bra. Once it's off, his hands immediately come to your breasts, his thumbs trailing over your sensitive nubs. You moan softly as you rub your thighs together, heat coursing through you. "C'mon, baby. Touch yourself," he whispers as he pulls back, releasing you as he leans on his side, his head propped up by his elbow.

You swallow as he intently watches you now, wanting to see you fully. Slowly, you peel your panties down your legs as you let them drop to the floor. Looking back to him, his eyes are glued to your exposed pussy, making you flush. "Don't get shy on my now," he smirks as he looks up at you. "Go on," he rasps, urging you to touch yourself. Sighing softly, you shimmy on the bed, getting in a comfortable position as you trial your hand down to your core, slowly running it along your opening.

You gasp at this, feeling how wet you are as you trail your finger up to your clit, softly circling it. You gasp again at the feeling as you relax your head back into the pillow. You allow your eyes to close as you increase the pace only slightly, letting yourself savor the feeling. "Fuck, you're so pretty," Austin groans from beside you, making you flush slightly as you open your eyes looking over at him.

His gaze is glued to your actions as he has his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth, his body stiff. You moan softly as you pick up the pace, closing your eyes again as you relax back into the bed, spreading your legs slightly. "Shit," you hear him breathe, but it sounds distant as your mind starts to fog with pleasure. You bite your lip as you gently rock into your hand, finding a rhythm.

You eyes are now screwed shut as you find a steady, fast pace on your clit, soft moans falling from your mouth. You almost forget Austin is laying beside you, watching all of this unfold, as you reach your other hand down to play with your opening before slipping your index finger inside. You gasp at this new sensation as you rock your hips down on your digit.

"Oh God, Austin," you whine as you thrust your finger at a faster pace, adding a second one. You hear him groan beside you as he continues to watch, his eyes never leaving you as he shifts on the bed. You are startled when you feeling his lips on your neck, pausing your actions. "Keep going," he breathes, his lips adding another level of pleasure as you moan at the sensation, returning your attention to your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck, Austin," you whimper as your speed increases further. "I know baby. You look so good fucking yourself, shit," he groans, licking a stripe up your neck before returning his eyes to your actions. Suddenly, you feel his body leave yours as he makes his way down to face your core. You slow your actions again before he pipes up. "Honey, don't stop. Just let me know when you're cumming, I wanna taste you."

This makes you moan as you pick up the pace again, already feeling your orgasm building as you speed up your movements, now chasing it. You become lost in your own pleasure again as you continuously rock your hips up to meet your fingers. "Oh god," you groan out, elongating the words as pleasure courses through you. Soft whines start leaving your lips as you feel your climax around the corner. "Fuck, fuck, Austin. I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your fingers working fast. You feel Austin's body shimmy in between your legs, but barley register it as your orgasm washes over you, making you clench down on your fingers as soft shouts leave your mouth.

You hear Austin groaning below you as you start coming down from your high. You are still coming back down to Earth when Austin gently removes your hand from your core, pushing your fingers past his lips and into his mouth. You gasp when you feel him suck your fingers, his tongue wrapping around them as he sucks and swallows. When he is finished, he pulls them out of his mouth, and quickly dips his head to your pussy, his tongue instantly finding your opening as he laps up your juices, groaning at the taste.

You are so sensitive that you twitch slightly at the feeling, making him grasp at your thighs as his nose swipes back and forth on your clit. Your hands instantly come to his head as you grip tightly onto his blonde locks. "Austin!" you whine, the feeling overstimulating. You don't want him to stop, though, as you push him further on you, softly bucking your hips up to his mouth. He groans as he dips his tongue inside you, wrapping his hands around your ass as he pulls you further down the bed for a better angle. "Oh god, oh fuck," you whimper, a second orgasm already approaching at your sensitivity.

Moving his mouth up to your clit, he swirls his tongue around it before sucking gently, making you reach your climax as you buck into him, your hands tightening on his head as a cry leaves your lips. He helps you through it, softly swiping at your clit with his tongue, slowing his movements until you come down, pulling his face away from you. He gasps for air as he travels back up the bed, coming to lay next to you. Your chest heaves from the exertion as you look over at him, seeing a proud smile plastered on his face.

"Jesus, Austin," you breathe, making him smile like a kid in a candy store. "That was so hot, honey. Do you think you can hold on one last time? I'm hard again," he mumbles as he kisses your neck. You roll your eyes playfully as you bring his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. "Fine, get over here," you mumble against his lips, making him smirk as he comes to hover over top of you.

Dipping his head down to kiss your neck, he hums as his hands come to squeeze your hips gently, kneeling in between your legs. He groans softly as you bring your hand down to his erection, stroking it a few times as you feel it stiffen under your touch. You guide it to your opening as he shifts on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance. He brings his lips up to your face as he kisses your cheeks gently. Slowly, he pushes himself into you, grunting as he buries his face in your neck.

You gasp as your hands grip softly onto his shoulders, still slightly sensitive. "I'll go slow, sweet heart," he whispers, clocking your reaction, making you nod your head in response. He brings his lips back up to kiss your forehead while he gives you a moment to adjust, before slowly pulling back and pushing himself inside you again. You whine as you arch up into him, electricity coursing through you. "Oh God," he groans as he leans his forehead on yours, his breath warm on your face.

He quickly finds a soft pace that has you both moaning continuously. You suck in a stuttering breath when you feel his hand on your breast, softly tweaking your nipple as his thrusts continue without pause. "Oh my God, honey," you moan as you arch up into his touch, heat forming wherever his hand lands on you. "You feel so good," he whispers, his breath labored as pleasure washes over him. You buck your hips up to him, signaling you want a faster pace as he obliges, plunging himself into you deeper.

You both gasp at this as you cling onto him, your legs coming to wrap around his waist. "Jesus, fuck," he moans and he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you. "Shit, Austin," you whine as your eyes squeeze shut, your pussy now throbbing around him. He only moans in response as he dips his head to kiss as your neck again, lightly sucking, and you can feel his stubble slightly scratch at your soft skin. This causes heat to course through you as you buck your hips up to his again, this time continuing the motion as you find his pace.

"Holy shit," he mewls as he grips at your thighs, now growing more desperate to reach his climax as he picks up the pace further. Your hips stutter as you fail to keep up. "It's alright baby, let me do the work," he groans, feeling your struggle. You relent as you relax, letting him take control as he finds a pace, fucking into you steadily. His hand finds its way to your clit as he circles it softly, gauging your reaction "Oh God, don't stop," you whine as your grip tightens on his shoulders, your nails softly digging into them.

He buries his face into your neck again as he starts focusing on making you both cum, losing himself in his pleasure. "Fuck, so good," he mumbles as he pounds into you, trying to find that spot that has you falling apart. After a few more thrusts, he finds it as you cry out, clenching around him. "Shit, Austin, right there," you whine as he hits the spot over and over, his lips sucking at your neck as he tries not to come undone just yet.

"C'mon baby, I need ya to cum for me," he groans, picking up the pace in his thrusts and on your clit. You gasp as you screw your eyes shut. "C'mon mama, fuck," he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You feel your orgasm just around the corner, your legs tightening around his waist. "Fuck, Austin. Oh God, fuck," you whimper. His teeth, ever so gently, bite down on the soft flesh at your neck as he groans, on the brink of his orgasm. This makes you see stars as you fall apart around him, crying out as your climax washes over you. He shouts softly into your neck as his hips stutter, spilling into you. He thrusts gently into you as he rides you both through your highs, groaning repeatedly into your neck.

When you come back down to Earth, you are both heaving as he places kisses all over your face, his warm breath washing over you. You capture his lips in yours as you both breathe heavily into the kiss, pulling away for air just to come back for another kiss a moment later. "I love you," he whispers, hand threading in yours as you both lie there, still entangled in each other. "I love you too," you mumble as you reach your hand up to his hair, running it through his now dampened locks.

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WIP Weekend! (Starting Early)

Is it even considered a Psych Fic if there is not an obligatory rewrite of Henry arresting Shawn? Here is a snippet from my newest WIP for the Psych fandom. We goin' for angst people! (How can I not, it's my bread and butter!)

"Shawn swallows hard as his dad steps up beside him and sighs, long and low.

“Do you understand what you did tonight?” Henry says slowly, “how serious it is?”

Shawn stops himself from rolling his eyes but it's a near thing, “is it still considered grand theft auto if we only went a mile?”

Henry laughs once, a sharp puff of air without humor, somehow it's worse than if he would just yell. His dad looks at Shawn for another beat before he finally seems to make a decision. Henry squares his broad shoulders and reaches out to grab Shawn roughly by the shirt once again, dragging him off of the bench and hauling him to his feet with a squawk.

“Shawn Spencer,” Henry says firmly, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be held against you in a court of law--”

“What?!” Shawn says as he nearly stumbles with the force that his dad is moving forward with, one hand on his shirt and the other tightly circled around Shawns upper arm.

“You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you,” Henry continues as if Shawn had said nothing. He doesn't look at Shawn as they make their way to the unmarked station wagon.

“Dad--”

Henry lets go of Shawns shirt, leaving the fabric stretched and nearly torn and opens the back car door. With the same free hand he presses firmly on Shawn's head, pushing him into the back seat.

“Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?” Henry says stiffly standing in front of the open car door.

“What no handcuffs,” Shawn bites out, his chest rises and falls quickly as anger and hurt swirl and thrum against his ribcage, “gee Dad I always knew you were a softy”.

Henry slams the car door without another word before making his way around to the driver's side. The vehicle sags as Henry slides into the driver's seat.

The radio comes to life, the first few notes of Every Breath You Take plays over the sound system only for Henry to slam his hand down on the volume knob before the true irony of the song can be appreciated.

The familiar drive to the station feels so much longer in the heavy silence that hangs in the car. Shawn looks into the rearview mirror every now and again, trying to catch his dads angry gaze but Henry keeps his eyes on the road, his expression stony.

When they finally pull into the station, Henry parks the car and sits for a moment, Shawn watches as his dad takes a deep breath before turning off the engine, he hasn't said a word since reading Shawn his rights, it's unnerving to say the least.

He expects his dad to rail against him the whole way down to the station, to tear another strip off him like he had back at Lookout Point but Henry merely leaves the driver's seat, walks around the vehicle to grab Shawn, and walks him through the double doors of the station.

Henry's hand is loose around Shawns arm, rather than the bruising grip from earlier when his dad hauled him off the car. For a wild moment, Shawn considers making a run for it.

“Listen,” Henry says after a beat, he stops their march to the desk sergeant and pulls Shawn aside into the hall, “if that boy put you up to this, I can get that squad car to turn around--”

“Tony didn't put me up to anything, don't--he's not--he's going to Princeton next year and he doesn't need m--” Shawn nearly stumbles trying to catch the words before they escape. He swallows hard against the lump in his throat and feels his eyes begin to sting, the threat of tears that has been building since red and blue lights lit up the night makes Shawn wish the floor of the station would open up and swallow him whole.

Henry stares at Shawn now with narrowed eyes, the longer he looks the more it feels like being dissected, assessed.

He realizes his mistake too late to backtrack, not taking the out from his dad he always wished for, the benefit of the doubt was a trap.

Then Henry's eyes land on Shawn's neck, where the collar of his shirt has been stretched, where the beginnings of a small red hickey have started forming.

Shit.

Shawn tries to lift his hand to cover the mark but he's not fast enough to stop his dad from smacking his arm away with one hand while the other opens his shirt collar even more.

Shawn watches a myriad of expressions move across his dads face, before settling on something resembling disappointment. He's not sure how long they stay like that before Henry slowly begins to shake his head.

“Jesus,” Henry breathes out weakly, “first the car and now,” he drops his hands away from Shawn and takes a step back, “as if we don't have enough to worry about, you're--you're carrying on with some boy like a, like a--”

“Like a what, dad, huh?” Shawn says hoarsely, he balls both hands into firsts to hide the way they shake.

While he hadn't been sure what to expect from his dad, despite Gus’ insistence that he should just tell Henry the truth, some small part of Shawn had hoped that his reaction wouldn't sting this much.

His dad says nothing, looking around as though his head is on a swivel, not that he needs to worry. The station is quiet save for a few night shift officers milling around, Shawn can vaguely hear the desk sergeant chatting on the phone about her weekend plans.

“This is going to kill your mother,” Henry says, wiping a heavy hand down his face and taking another step back.

Will be posting the full fic hopefully this weekend! Let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in the full post! @adaed5 I know it's just a snippet but I remember you wanted me to tag you! 😊

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where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me

There's not a lot of novels that Kei had read recently. Maybe two or three for the past two years, one introduced to him by Manager Shintani from the Sendai Museum, the second book for a series about an underground city and a Crown Princess getting thrown to the overworld because of his misgivings. The other two, surprisingly, from Tobio, but Kei thinks about it over and over, just imagining Tobio rummaging through bookshelves after Kei offhandedly mentioned about an e-book he'd been listening to for the past weeks and that familiar feeling inside of him is mystifying. Then again, when Kei thinks of Tobio, it only leaves him with a warmth that forgets itself to be removed from the thumping heart of his.

Meanwhile, their side of the story is one that isn't polished at best, but a rough diamond for the worst. And as Kei passes a streetlamp from the sidewalk he walks through, it leads him back to a memory of a barely adult Tobio, more awkward than he still is, beneath those yellow lights that could never contain the blooming roses on his cheeks, the same flowers held around his hands that shook from his nerves.

In front is a frozen Kei that forgets to exhale, forming smoke in front of his face as his chest continues to release beats aligned upwards on a monitor, and, oh, if only Kei had a camera to save a frame of Tobio covering his reddening face as he continues to stand there.

Tobio had muttered that midnight, easing himself but the flash of hurt is simply laid out from the tempo of his voice, "You don't... you don't have to accept it, just-" He sucks in a breath, before staring up, straight into the shocked Kei who kept blinking away the madness in front of him, but Tobio will be damnedㅡif madness is what it takes, then he's the craziest person this town has ever seen. "I mean it. I mean all of it. Ever since. And it's not just for today."

Kei is no better than his past, less prideful but still leaving his heart reserved for the same name over and over again just as he is reserved in another's.

It's easy from then on, after all the takeouts of a relationship Kei had ordered, filling the gaps after their fallout from graduation, but Kei has no time to dwell on such pathetic pages of the past, like a betrayal from the other side of a court's terrace, holding banners and now a too-small sweater worn away from time, just as Kei steps away from the cracking memories of the history of theirs that continues to be written.

Sliding through the crowd is no easy fit when expecting no attention, with how he is known himself even with the casual coat and turtleneck he wears from his looming figure, but the whispers flee around him nonetheless. He's familiar with gasps wrapped around his name, excitement of kids pulling on their parent's hand, but the buzzing of negativity around the defeat of his home is just on the other side of the coin, a mere transparent border separating itself from the empty air that opens from Kei's non-cancelling headphones that lets him hear all of it.

No matterㅡas the doors open for him and as Kei follows his familiarity and settles in front of a room that has important lines of calligraphy attached to it, and when his hand settles on the knob, it turns on its own and he is faced with the representative of his home.

The door is closed with a tightening hug around Kei's body.

And so the matches follow, and with every block and spike, the continuous back and forth to show that this is the real stage to play on, showcasing that only the strong and ambitious are placed in front, and there is no empty seat when Japan qualifies for finals and the next day steps in for all monitors and home TVs. No one is as breath-taken than the gaze Kei receives when Tobio kisses the ring-band around his neck.

Another page for this volume of the series turns.

The deafening screams of the whole gymnasium threatens to shake the ground that the players stand on, the echoing sound of the last whistle forming a crescendo with Tobio's quickening pants, sweat has long been visible on his skin. But with the firm grab of Tadashi in his arm that shakes him to the core, it is no match for how Kei leans forward from his seat, forgetting his surroundings.

It's easy to empty his mind, as it always does when he comes face to face with Tobio. Dinners in candlelights, morning runs that follows, surprise visits in the museum, quick deliveries to a familiar gymnasiumㅡit all connects from their first meeting with a tight grip on Kei's shirt.

It's not far fetched from how carefree of a hold Tobio has with Kei's heart.

And so it sings with Japan's red and white side of the bleachers, forthcoming the waves of lights from the high ceilings as it bounces back from Kei's rimmed glasses that threaten to fall off of his face. No one has any right to say anything when he takes a hold of the borders of the main court, not hesitating to use all the strength he gained from loving the sport he once deemed just to jump over it like the performer he is.

Now, the sky-reaching bulbs from above feels like a spotlight for his solo, but noㅡit's no solo for his partner is within arm's reach, after a figure of professionalism is lifted up but the gaze attached to it leans further to what is far away but is now reaching closer, and closer, and closer.

Kei doesn't even think about the flash of hurt in his chest when it collides with Tobio's, the warmth of his arms around his waist the only thing to remind Kei he is alive, and breathing, and this close to what is the best he can ever achieve, more than that crown of his Highness, more than what that medal and trophy is worth.

This is what victory feels like.

The genuine laugh that slips from Tobio's lips, breath tickling his neck that makes him shiver more than the conditioning of this four-walled establishment they stand on, it brings back the erupting cheers, even from the enemies' side, even from the people behind the camera's and microphones, and Kei breathes in and out, clutching the soft locks around his fingertips, just like the lips he wraps around his.

Tobio makes a sound of surprise but he didn't have a chance to react before Kei slips away and settles their foreheads besides each other, eyes closed just to feel and feel, and pay all of his attention to the chuckle that Tobio huffs from the scene in front of him.

"We won." Tobio simply says, with that familiar tone of his that doesn't sound like anything else but standoffish to others but Kei knows it all too well, remembers the days he felt like the former but those naïve days continue to pass, and now Kei lets himself chuckle beside Tobio's ear, kissing it before humming and letting him go.

As easy as breathing, and with the same effortless movement to wake up, looking at his phone to check the time and stretching out his limbs to reach for the body besides his, Kei's gaze reaches far and wide when medals get put around varsities to the very bottom of multiple souls for this one sport, until that longing is grasped, as it always has been, and will continue to be, when Kei steps down those stairs once again and gets a hold of Tobio's hand.

And so their clasped fingertips reach the skies as they raise it for everyone to see, all the same, but will once again be forevermore.

"We won."

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Point Shoes - ITSV

This is a part two of my fic https://arlesthrotle.tumblr.com/post/720054828540248064/my-fathers-daughter

Please read that one first!

The setting sun shone through the sheer white curtains of the kitchen, casting an orange glow to grace the floor of the apartment living room. Soft light reached the collection of cans and bottles sitting on the coffee table, some tipped over as the alcohol dripped out of them. The TV, low in volume, was streaming a bad action movie that was cut to a commercial.

George was lying on the couch, arm over his face to cover his darkened swollen eyes. He brought up the other arm that was holding a bottle of brandy to his mouth, taking one big swig as he placed it back on the crowded table.

Ringing

That's what George's ears were doing as he stared at the unmoving body of his little girl. He couldn't hear the officer beside him asking if he was alright. He couldn't hear the officer leave his side to walk up to the vigilante's body. He couldn't hear the gasp and choked sob the officer let out as he realized who the body was. He didn't hear the drop of the officer's gun or the immediate flow of pleas and apologies that poured out of the officer's mouth.

His eyes only focused on the once-white suit, eyes that felt as if they would pop out of his head. George didn't hear the rookie frantically call for backup and a medic, nor did he acknowledge the squad of officers and paramedics that arrived minutes later. George's world was spinning, he felt a nauseous hand flying to cover his mouth.

The sound of the action film resuming brought George back to reality. He glances at the screen, the scene of the movie was a father shielding his daughter from an enemy. He turns the TV off. He gently swings his legs off the sunken couch. molded to George's figure for the hours he's spent lying there.

He slowly stalked towards Gwens’ bedroom. With each step he took, it felt like the door went back 2 feet. He put his calloused hand on the knob, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. He gripped the knob tighter yet unable to turn it. He was afraid to open her door, he hadn't opened it since the night they argued. The night he saw her fall. The night he heard her cry out. The night she d-

He opened the door. George glanced around everything in its place, with an added blanket of dust on the shelves. Her rock and metal CDs were all lined up on the shelves, and her bed was in disarray. Books and comics lying about, stacked around the foot of her bed. Her drum set moved by the window, directly across the door. He feels a gust of wind, looking behind the drums to see the window was opened by a few inches. It must have been how she snuck out that day. He moves to shut the window until he hears something slightly crack beneath his foot. George lifts his foot to see he's stepped on the box of a pointe shoe. Pointe shoes? He stops and stares at them, thoughts start flooding his head.

“Dad?”

“Daddy? Are you okay”

George glances down at the little 6-year-old Gwen, who is currently tugging on the hem of his shirt. She was dressed in a frilly pink tutu, black leggings, and a white long sleeve, ready to dance her heart away. “Everything alright honey,” He crouches down to Gwens’ height. “You ready to go inside?” He looks at her, hands on her shoulders.

Gwen sadly breathed in, “I can't put on my pointe shoes, I don't know how to tie them.” George muttered a what before she lifted the teal shoes by the ribbons. “Mommy used to tie them for me.” George almost stopped breathing, the mention of Gwens’ mother still slicing his heart in two. He saw the frown that stained Gwen’s tiny face. He lifted her smaller hand that held the shoes.

George looked at the ballet shoes and glanced back at his daughter as he stood up. “Okay, let me try.”. Gwen looked back up at her father, the small frown still plastered on her face. “Come on, let's sit.” George gestures to the bench in front of the dance studio. Gwen slowly walks toward the bench as her dad sits down. He pats on the wood for her to sit down, and she hops onto the seat. George gently grabs her calve, sliding off the black flats and putting on the pointe shoes. As he fiddled with the ribbons, he spoke softly. “Gwennie, you know you don't have to do ballet if you don't want to anymore. If you're too upset about Mom.” He wraps the ribbons around Gwens’ small leg. “I'm upset about it too, it's okay to feel like that. I can tell your upset”

Gwen looks at her dad, her frown still there. “That's not what I'm upset about,” she starts, “I'm just scared.” Her big blue eyes start filling with tears. “Am I going to lose you too?”. George stops lacing the ribbons. “Oh sweetheart, you aren't going to lose me.” He puts his hand on her head. “I am going to be here with you until you grow all old and wrinkly. I will always be here, I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of your old man.” He ruffles her hair and she lets out a small giggle, a shy smile now on her face.

George goes back to lacing up the shoes. “In that case, you aren't getting rid of me either!” she playfully says, smiling at her dad. George smiles back and her, as he gives a hearty chuckle. “I'll never get rid of you Gwennie.”

The teal shoes now in his hands were bigger, fit for an older teen or adult. George recognized that these were the same pointe shoes Spider-Woman would be seen wearing. How could he have been so blind? All the signs were there. Missing family dinners calls from her bandmates about rehearsals, and absence notices from school. He probably wouldn't even have noticed it if Gwen had it plastered on her bedroom door. His grip on the shoe tightened, the worn box of the shoe cracking under the pressure.

He'll never see his baby girl again, all because he couldn't put his pride aside. Why didn't he just help her? Save her from himself and that stupid rookie who shot her. He shot her because he thought she was threatening his Captain. As if Gwen could ever hurt him. Tears finally start to fall, unable to stop. He leaned against the wall for support, clutching the now crushed pointe shoes to his chest.

“I'm sorry Gwennie.”

[immortality-becomes-you]

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chapter 8

Ziggy wasn't really thinking straight when she told Eddie that she'd see him tomorrow, but Eddie had taken it literally. The next day, she was woken up by him calling her. She knew it was him because they had a routine; dial, let it ring twice, hang up, count to three, and dial again. She rolled over in her bed, picking up the landline without even opening her eyes. Ziggy's sleep ridden wrists limply slapped the phone against the side of her face, making her grimace audibly. She was brought back to reality by Eddie chuckling at the loud rustling and groaning on the other line.

     "What do you want?"

     "To see you. You said we'd be hanging out today." Eddie grinned as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and sorted through his basket of unfolded laundry for the pants he wanted to wear.

     "When did I say that?"

     "Last night." Ziggy's eyes fluttered open as the previous night's events came flooding back. This wasn't just an early morning phone call; it was the first time they had talked since they had fooled around the night before. Today would be the first time they had seen each other since they had fooled around the night before. She sat up in her bed abruptly.

     "Oh! Right! I don't have anything planned for the day. Wanna just...come over?" She squeezed her eyes shut, cringing at her choice of words. She didn't want to ask him to go out somewhere because then he may have thought she was asking him on a date. Despite the previous night's excursion, she wasn't entirely sure how he felt about her. Sure, he had kissed her and even gone a little bit beyond kissing, but what teenage boy wouldn't if given the opportunity?

     Eddie grinned on the other line, puckering his lips as he bit his cheek. He sensed her slightly awkward tone; it wasn't one he had ever heard from her.

     "I'll be right over."

     "No! Not yet! Just gimme, like, two hours." Ziggy's morning voice cracked slightly at her high volume. She cleared her throat, jumping up from her mattress and immediately getting to work on making her bed. Eddie's smile grew wider.

     "Need some time to get all dolled up for me?" He asked in a smug voice. Ziggy froze entirely. For once, she was at a loss for words. Eddie tapped his foot, waiting for a response.

     "I'll see you in two hours!" She quickly hung up the phone without waiting for his response. For obvious reasons, she was nervous. She wasn't sure what they'd be doing or what they would talk about, but the fact that they were home alone put some ideas in her head. There was always the option of having a genuine conversation about her feelings, but she thought it might sound presumptuous to ask what he truly wanted, so she decided that conversation would not be taking place. Nevertheless, that decision left the afternoons events up in the air. Ziggy, ever the planner, thought about all of these things as she blow dried her hair. She thought about it as she buttoned up her white blouse and zipped up her skirt; it was admittedly one of her shortest ones. She thought about it as she applied her lipstick and mascara. She even thought about it after two hours had passed and she heard a loud knock on the front door. In a scramble, she sprayed some perfume on her neck and raced down the stairs. She skidded slightly down the last two steps, barely catching herself as she stared at the front door. She nearly leapt for the handle, but stopped in her tracks when she thought about just how quickly she would have opened the door. She stood up straighter and took a deep breath, counting to seven before taking the last few steps and unlocking the handle, turning the knob and opening the door to find Eddie in an outfit she had never seen him wear before. His shirt was a half sleeve that displayed the tattoo on his elbow. In fact, the sleeve on that arm looked like it was pushed up slightly higher than the other, almost as if he was purposely trying to show it off. He wore the jeans that she had recognized from the few times she had seen him perform at the Hideout. It was then that she realized that he wasn't wearing a jacket of any kind in the cold February weather. She quickly stepped to the side, letting him walk through the threshold and into the warmth of her home and quietly greeting him.

     Eddie shuffled his feet on the rug and worked to remove his shoes as his eyes stayed cast down. His movements slowed for a second as he let his eyes scan up her body from her exposed legs to her long hair that was draped over her shoulders. He smiled at her when they caught each other's gaze and chuckled at her awkward stance.

     Once his shoes were off, Ziggy cleared her throat, rubbing her nose and pointing up the stairs.

     "Wanna go up?" She asked softly. Eddie looked behind him before turning back to her with an encouraging nod. Ziggy quickly took the lead, nearly skipping up the stairs as he thudded behind her, trying not to look up her skirt as they went. Ziggy didn't turn to look back at him once and continued her rushed pace all the way down the hall and to her room. Eddie, growing frustrated at her newfound shyness, kept his leisurely pace as he stalked behind her. Still not looking behind her, she stopped in her tracks after entering her room, uncomfortably looking around her room for anything that could be a conversation starter. Eddie rounded the corner, frowning as she played with the hem of her skirt with her back turned to him.

     "I'm not sure what to do. I didn't really have anything planned-" Eddie placed a hand on her shoulder while the other slid around her waist as he gently turned her around to face him. His hand quickly raised from her shoulder to the side of her neck as he gently but hastily leaned down and molded his lips into her own. Ziggy was tense, but relaxed as his gentle kiss stayed. He rubbed his thumb on her jaw and she took a tentative step closer, letting her knees bump into him. Ziggy's hand carefully played with his belt loop while the other slithered around his lower back. Eddie leaned away for only a few seconds to catch his breath before leaning back in and kissing her again. It wasn't rushed or sloppy. It was careful and slow and simple; both of them just barely puckering their lips, only enough for the other to feel it. After a few seconds they both pulled away, but only enough for their lips to separate. Their foreheads were almost touching and their noses faintly brushed against one another. Eddie continued to rub her jaw and her back as she sucked in a deep breath.

     "You okay?" He asked with a ghost of a smile. Ziggy nodded her head and pulled her hand away from his back, starting to step away from him. Eddie frowned, tightening his grip on her waist and pulling her flush against him.

     "Hey, there's no need to be nervous, sweetheart." Ziggy looked up into his big brown eyes with parted lips. She swallowed thickly as he tilted his head down, looking level to her eye-line.

     "Okay?"

     "Okay." She whispered, nodding her head. Eddie nodded his head in return, smiling again.

     "Sorry, I just didn't know what you wanted to do."

     "I wanted to see you."

     "Because you wanna have sex with me?" Eddie's eyes widened at her bluntness. Ziggy shook her head with pink cheeks at his shocked face.

     "I'm not accusing you or anything like that! I just don't really know what your plan was or what you mean when you say that you wanna hang out and stuff. Last time we hung out it was different and I don't know if you were planning on it being like that every time or-" Ziggy rambled on, but the shock fell from Eddie's face as soon as she started talking. He smiled softly with a tilted head.

     "No-well, yeah, of course I wanna have sex with you, but that's nothing new. I've always wanted to have sex with you. Actually, that's not true. You kinda pissed me off towards the beginning." He went on as if this was a totally normal conversation to have, stating it all rather casually.Ziggy looked up at him with wide eyes. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

     "Obviously I'm attracted to you, but I didn't just come over in hopes of getting in your pants. I came over because I wanted to see you." He gazed down at her, trying to decipher what the look on her face meant.

      "Were-were you hoping that I was coming over just to get in your pants?" Eddie's confident and casual tone had faded away. His voice came out just above a whisper while Ziggy looked down at her hands that were still playing with the belt loops on his pants. She pursed her lips, trying to find the right words.

      "No, I was hoping that you'd wanna do other stuff too." His brows raised as she finally looked back up at him. A small grin grew on her lips as he smiled down at her, licking his teeth with a guttural laugh.

     "Oh my god, Niamh Zigova, you're a pervert." Ziggy scoffed, slapping his chest with a dropped jaw.

     "Shut up! You were thinking the same thing!" He guffawed, absentmindedly pulling her in closer when her body swayed backwards.

     "Says who?"

     "Says your rolled up sleeves in the middle of February!" Ziggy aggressively pulled his sleeve down so that it covered his tattoo properly. Eddie closed his mouth, shocked to be caught red handed.

     "Admit it! You came here in your nicest pair of jeans, showing off your little tattoos, and planned on getting me flustered." Ziggy smiled wholeheartedly. She placed her hand flat on his chest and pushed him away. Eddie put his hands up in surrender as she turned to walk away from him, heading towards her pretty pink curtains.

     "Did it work?" Ziggy shook her head as she sorted through her box of tapes.

     "In your dreams, Edward."

     "Edward?!" Ziggy laughed at his high voice, not expecting him to leap forward, grabbing her by the hips and throwing her over his shoulder. The cassette flew from her hand as he spun in a circle. Ziggy let out an ugly noise as all the air was punched out of her lungs when his shoulder dug into her stomach. Before she had the chance to inhale, he flung her onto the bed with a boisterous cackle. Ziggy's hair was all over and her arms clutched her ribs as she cackled wildly. Eddie stood at the foot of her bed, smiling as he took in the view. Her eyes opened and fluttered above her to find half of her stuffed animals and decorative pillows were thrown around when she was thrown onto the mattress. She whined dramatically.

     "Hey! You messed it up!" Ziggy rolled onto her stomach and rose to her hands and knees so that she could crawl to the top of her bed and fix the mess that he had made. Eddie, cackling wildly as his tongue stuck out of his mouth, grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her towards him, making her lay flat against the mattress again as he quickly leaned forwards, crawling until he was above her. Eddie plopped down, pressing the front of his body flat against the back of Ziggy's as she giggled into her comforter. Eddie playfully stuck his head in the crook of her neck and blew into her skin obnoxiously.

     "Ew! Eddie, quit it!" Ziggy yelled with a grimace. She brought her head up to look forward at her headboard and push slightly against his. Eddie continued to laugh as his arms met her that laid on either side of her head. He leaned forward a bit more, making it easier to plant a few kisses to her cheek. She smiled as her breathing settled down, a little bit slower than usual with him lying on top of her. His hands inched closer to hers, carefully intertwining their fingers against the mattress. Ziggy stared at their hands, rubbing her thumb against his fingers with a wide grin as he continued to plant kisses on her cheek and jaw.

     "How long is 'awhile'?" Eddies gaze could only see the side of her cheek and a small glimpse of her eye.

     "Hm?"

     "You said you've wanted to sleep with me for awhile. How long is that?" Her voice was soft and quiet; not insecure but gentle nonetheless. Eddie stared at her silently, stopping his movements. Ziggy turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. His lip twitched.

     "You've always been pretty." He started. She bit the inside of her cheek. Eddie's eyes flickered to her ceiling.

     "But I didn't like you until you showed up at Hellfire." Ziggy's face fell slightly in confusion.

     "When I yelled at you?" Eddie laughed.

     "Yeah, when you yelled at me."

     "And that made you wanna sleep with me?"

     "No, that made me wanna see you." Ziggy looked down at his lips with a far away look. His head tilted closer, bumping softly against hers.

     "Why?"

     "Because even when you embarrassed me in front of my friends I just kept thinking about how gorgeous you looked. I like that you stood your ground and stood up for yourself." Ziggy turned to look back at her headboard with pink cheeks. Eddie took it as his chance to move in closer. His hand squeezed hers. He nuzzled his face back into her cheek, giving her another kiss.

     "I like that you helped me." He kissed her on the cheek again, this time slightly more sloppy.

     "Even when you didn't need to anymore." His next kiss was slightly lower, just below her ear.

     "I like that you only wear your hair down around me." His hand came up to brush her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. An open mouthed kiss found itself on her jawline.

     "I like how smart you are." His voice grew quieter as he kissed her on her neck.

     "I like that you're sexy." His messy kiss was followed by his tongue poking out to ever so slightly trace the spot that made her gasp and clutch his hand tighter.

     "How pretty you are." He corrected, moving the hand that wasn't holding hers to come back and plant itself on her hip. Ziggy's eyes fluttered shut as her head lulled to the side, giving him more access.

     "Everything about you is pretty. Your pretty, pink bedroom." He nuzzled in deeper, nipping and kissing her skin.

     "I like that I get to touch you like this in your pretty pink bed." His hand snaked lower, squeezing her exposed thigh and gently dragging up to grasp her skirt. She sighed as his mouth opened against her pulse point again, biting down gently and swiping over her wet skin.

     "I like that you put this pretty little skirt on just for me." Ziggy's head fell back to rest on his shoulder as her eyes opened.

     "Yeah?" She asked breathlessly. Her head turned to look back at him through her lashes. Eddie smiled, sucking on her neck with a nod before lifting his head to face her. He grinned, looking down at her lips.

     "Yeah." His head titled slightly to angle himself closer against her. Their noses slotted against one another.

     "Then you're gonna love when I take it off." She whispered against his mouth. His grin dropped in shock, but Ziggy didn't give him time to do much else as she closed the gap between them. Their mouths sloppily nipped and breathed into one another as they made out over her shoulder. Ziggy let go of his hand, bringing her arm up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him in closer. Eddie pulled himself up higher to kiss her more comfortably, his body dragging across hers. While one arm braced himself next to her shoulder, his other hand slid higher up her thigh, planting itself against the lace waistband of her panties that clung to her hip. He exhaled heavily against her mouth at the feeling.

     Ziggy tightened her grip behind his head, lacing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and tightening her grip. She smiled as he let out a small groan against her.

     "You like it when I do that, too." Eddie chuckled bitterly against the side of her mouth. Ziggy's legs moved, sliding her knees up until the rested just below her hips. At the new angle, she lifted her hips so that her ass dragged across Eddie's crotch, earning her another groan as she bit down carefully on his lip.

     "Oh shit." He whispered, bringing both hands up to grasp her blanket as she continued to grind up into his growing bulge. His breathing got heavier while he tried to stay still. Eddie's face pressed harder against Ziggy's, knocking his teeth against her braces. One of his hands held hers again. The angle was causing a soreness in her neck, but that didn't deter her from continuing to kiss him. Eddie's free hand slid between her and the mattress until it found its destination between her thighs. He cupped her over her lace panties, shuddering at how warm she felt. His hips twitched forwards to add more pressure to what she had already been applying to his boner. Eddie's hand pressed harder against her, making her smile against his mouth with a chuckle. Her fingers tightened in his hair again before releasing him and bringing her hand down to cover his own that rested between her legs. Her fingers softly brushed against his, pressing into where she wanted him. His warm rings laid against the palm of her hand. Ziggy's fingers wrapped around his, dragging it up just enough to slip their hands beneath her underwear. Her skirt had ridden up, bunching at her waist, making access easier. She carefully guided his hand down to her hole to gather the wetness he needed. Eddie moaned loudly at the feeling, Ziggy shuddering beneath him. She squeezed his middle and ring finger in her hand, sliding it up to her clit. Her hips stopped moving, giving him the opportunity to concentrate on where she guided him. She released her grip on his fingers when he settled in the right spot, moving to place her fingers directly over his. Eddie stopped kissing her, keeping his eyes closed as her fingers pressed down over his, moving in a sloppy circle over her clit. She held her breath before doing it again at the same pace. Her whole body shivered against him when she moved his fingers against her for the third time. Ziggy's fingers lifted from his and gently rested on his wrist that was sticking out of her panties. Eddie opened his eyes, looking into hers as his fingers moved on their own. Ziggy's mouth opened with a gasp as Eddie found a rhythm. They looked at each other, breathing into one another's open mouths. Ziggy squeezed his wrist with a breathy moan, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before looking back at him. Slowly but surely, she moved her hips again, working up to the pace she had created previously.

Eddie continued his pressure on her clit, reaching his free arm around her torso, hooking beneath her rib cage and pulling them both up from the bed. He sat on his knees, the heels of his feet digging into his jean pockets as he pulled her up higher on his lap. Ziggy planted herself on his crotch, continuing to grind back into him as her head fell back onto his shoulder. Her legs framed his, staying spread open for his hand to keep moving comfortably within the confines of her panties. Ziggy's hand remained clutched into his wrist whilst the other pulled distractedly at her loose skirt. Eddie moved his head to rest in the other side of her neck. He planted soft kisses as far down on her neck as he could manage, the short sleeved, white, button down blouse leaving him with little room to work with. Ziggy's moans filled the quiet room, the only other sounds being her skin against his denim jeans and his groans that he was attempting to muffle in her skin.

Eddie moved his arm from her ribs and slowly trailed it up her torso until his hand cupped her over her bra. He squeezed just as he had done the night before, still focusing on the slightly quickened speed he was applying between her legs. Ziggy was finding it harder to grind back and forth, eventually just bouncing gently on top of him. Eddie moved his head up, breathing heavily into the shell of her ear. His hand slid down, giving her waist a reassuring squeeze before going back up to grasp at her tit. She whispered his name in between gasps and moans. The pressure on her clit remained as he sped up his pace slightly. Ziggy let out a loud moan, gripping his arm.

“Like that?” He asked, receiving a quick nod in return. Her legs twitched. Eddie inhaled deeply, breathing in the perfume she had sprayed in seconds before opening her front door. Her hips shook as she came closer and closer until she finally broke, clutching onto him as his name fell from her lips with a squeal.

Eddie kept his hand in the same position, but halted his movements when she was finished. He continued to clutch her chest as she caught her breath. When she had come down from her high, Ziggy pushed both of his hands away and rose to her knees. She shuffled forward a few inches, adding some room between the two of them. Eddie watched with bated breath from behind her as her hands popped open the buttons on her blouse. His wide eyes and gentle smile were inviting when she looked over her shoulder, pulling her shirt down her arms and letting it fall to the floor next to her bed. They held eye contact as a smirk grew on her face. Eddie's gaze fell to her hands as her fingers hooked the waistband of her skirt. She turned back towards her headboard as Eddie's hand came down to palm himself over his jeans. Ziggy pushed the skirt down past her ass and let it fall to her knees.

"oh fuck." Eddie whispered from behind her, pressing harder on his groin as his eyes fanned over her in nothing but a bra and underwear. Ziggy leaned forward, momentarily leaning on her hands and knees until she twisted to the side, sitting at the top of her bed and finally facing Eddie. Her skirt had fallen to her ankles on the bed, so she haphazardly threw it to the floor before reaching forward and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards her. Eddie fumbled over himself, scrambling to hover over her.

     "Jesus Christ." He whispered, finally finding himself perched between her legs and close enough to kiss her again. Their tongues glided against each other as her hands went down to unbuckle his belt. When the strap of leather loosened around his hips and she had finished unbuttoning his pants, her hand squeezed his cock over his jeans. Eddie's mouth dropped open silently, holding his breath for a moment before a bitter laugh escaped his throat, his breath blowing the flyaways out of her face. Her hand squeezed again; Eddie moaning into her mouth as he kissed her again. Ziggy's other hand came up to burrow beneath his shirt, pulling the hem up as her fingers danced along the skin of his stomach. Her eyes flickered open, looking at Eddie's blissed out face as he kissed her with closed eyes. Her hand stopped moving on his crotch, sliding out of his pants and resting next to the other, gripping his shirt. Eddie, completely unaware of her silent signals, brought his hand up to graze her exposed shoulder. Ziggy stopped kissing him back, staring at him as he continued to kiss her still mouth.

     "Eddie." She bluntly said. His eyes opened, shamelessly raking over her body before raising to meet her face. She raised her brows expectantly, tugging harshly on his shirt. Finally getting the point, he pulled away to take it off, hesitating before leaning in to give her one quick peck, and then he stood up to stand on his knees, reaching behind his neck to pull the shirt over his head. Ziggy sat up with him, leaning forward to rest one hand on his hip and the other on his thigh.

     When the shirt was finally off, he threw it to the side and was finally able to look down at Ziggy. He tilted his head to the side with a smile, taking in the sight of her. Her hair was all over and the lipstick she had been wearing was smudged, but as she looked up at him with parted lips and glassy eyes, he wished she would look like that forever. His hand went down to rest over her fingers that were splayed over his hip. She took a deep breath as his other hand moved to the side of her head, this fingers brushing her hair back softly before traveling down for his thumb to glide against the apple of her cheek. He caressed the side of her face as she blinked up at him, never removing her gaze from his. Her head swayed slightly with the pressure of his hand moving down to rest on her neck, moving his gentle touches to her jawline.

     Ziggy leaned forward, holding eye contact as she kissed the bare skin of his rib cage. Her hands found themselves gripping his jeans, tugging slowly until they fell to his knees. She sat up straighter on the bed, her kisses going higher as his palm moved to brush her hair over her shoulder. Eddie's palm laid flat against her shoulder blade, pulling her in closer as she continued to rise, leaving open mouthed kisses as she went. Her hands laid flat against his stomach, blinking up at him as the lace of her bra dragged up his chest. Her hand traveled down lower as the rest of her body moved up, eventually leaving her palm against his groin again. She gave him a squeeze, finally sitting up straight on her knees, able to look him directly in the eyes as his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her as close as he could. Her hand continued to move against him while his sparkling eyes glanced down to look at the way her chest moved as she moved over his boxers.

     His hands clutched onto either side of her face, kissing her passionately. He breathed through his nose, holding his breath every few seconds to keep from letting out any noises, but ultimately failing as he exhaled, groaning into her mouth. Eddie's fingers twitched down her neck, slithering beneath her bra strap and pushing it down her shoulder. Ziggy pulled away, shuffling back. Eddie looked at her in concern before she cut off any worries he may have had.

     "Lay down." She whispered, pulling him by his hand. Eddie flopped down, turning to lay flat on his back. His hands rested on either side of his head, watching curiously as Ziggy moved closer to him, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Eddie reached out with one hand, pulling her to lay down with him. His arm wrapped around her back. One of her legs slotted between his as her upper body laid on top of him. They quickly leaned in again, this kiss being much slower than the previous ones. Her hair twirled around his fingers behind her back. His lips smiled against hers, making it harder to kiss him.

     She leaned back slightly to look down at the bottom half of his body. Eddie moved his head, kissing along her cheek as her shaky hand pulled at the elastic of his boxers. His hand rubbed gently along her back. Her hand slowly reached below his waistband, pulling him out of his boxers with a deep breath. Eddie exhaled as his exposed skin hit the cool air. Ziggy's hand planted itself on his stomach as she turned to face him again. Eddie froze at her uncertain face. He rubbed up and down her arm with a frown.

     "Hey, we can stop here. We don't have to do anything else." His eyes scanned over her face with concern. She shook her head, looking into his eyes with appreciation.

     "No, I want to. I just don't know how." Eddie's brow raised, a smile taking over his face. He chuckled at her embarrassed glare.

     "Well, I'm not sure that I know how to describe it." Her teeth pinched down on the inside of her cheek.

     "Can you show me?" Eddie's smile faltered. He tilted his head, licking his lips. He caressed her cheek, kissing her on the lips again.

     "Yeah, I can show you, sweetheart." He whispered against her lips. Her eyes fluttered as his hand moved from her face to rest at the top of his thigh. Eddie relaxed into the mattress, looking up at her as he wrapped his hand around himself. Sure, it was awkward, but truth be told Eddie had jerked off thinking about Ziggy dozens of times. The only difference was, now he got to look at her while he did it rather than imagining her. Her eyes watched carefully as her worked himself. He let out a few puffs of air as he slightly sped up his pace, gripping her waist as she turned to look at him in the eyes. He smiled up at her, raising his hand from her back to her head. She turned slightly, kissing him on the thumb. He chuckled, gently squeezing her chin and turning her head back towards his hand that was gliding up and down his dick.

“Gotta watch, baby.” He choked out, speeding up. He wrapped himself around her back once more, squeezing her closer to his body. His lips were wet; occasionally licking them in concentration.

Her hand reached out, stopping his movements on his cock and replacing it with her own. Eddie’s eyes closed at the feeling of her hand on him. She replicated his previous pace, turning to look at his blissed out face. His eyes opened to meet hers, leaning forward to press a hot kiss to her mouth.

“Need it a little tighter, baby.” He groaned against her lips. Ziggy tightened her grip on him, sighing when he moaned. His eyes screwed shut, digging his head into his pillow. Speeding up, Ziggy leaned down, kissing along his neck until she felt him grip her side. She kissed and sucked at the spot he liked, listening carefully to the sounds he made when she tightened her grip slightly or twisted her wrist just so. His hand pressed to the back of her head, pushing her closer to him as he breathed into her ear. Her hand moved quicker. He gripped her hair, pulling her up to kiss him properly when he moaned again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow.” She kept her pace, not letting up when he clenched his teeth in between kisses. She bit his lip, pulling slightly before letting go and diving back in and gliding her tongue across his teeth. His fingers tightened in her hair, groaning loudly as his thighs twitched. She sighed against his cheek as his cum shot out onto his stomach, removing her hand when he was finished.

Eddie’s hand reached up to hold hers. His fingers tapped the back of her hand gently as she pressed another kiss to his cheek. His chest was steadily rising and falling and a regular pace when he opened his eyes to look up at her again. A smile took over his face. His pearly white teeth and mahogany eyes sucked any and all awkward tension out of the room, leaving Ziggy smiling down at him too.

“What?” She asked, giggling at his dopey smile.

“‘In your dreams, Edward.’” He mocked in a high pitched voice, letting out a hearty laugh when she rolled her eyes. Ziggy rolled away from him, pushing him back down on the bed when he reached out for her. She grabbed the box of tissues from her bedside table, throwing it at him with a bitter smile. He closed his eyes, continuing to laugh as he leaned back into her pillow. Ziggy dug through her dresser, looking for some new clothes to put on while he cleaned himself up. When she was finished getting dressed, she turned around to find him still laying against her headboard with his boxers and jeans pulled all the way up, still shirtless.

Eddie smiled as Ziggy stared him down from the foot of the bed. She tilted her head to the side, taking in his face that scanned her face in adoration. She bit her lip, sighing as he smiled at her. Without another word, she stepped forwards and slapped the side of his foot as hard as she could.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Get up.” She demanded.

“What? Why?”

“I need to make my bed!”

[itsliaaahsoneshots]

Erased Memories

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𝕿he young, little Y/n slightly opened her eyes only to abruptly close them again due to the sudden light coming from a plain, white ceiling. Her lids felt heavy and her head was pounding as if she had been listening to high-volume music for an entire day.

She put her tiny hand on her forehead to prevent the light to blind her once again as her lively eyes caught a glimpse of something hanging on her forearm.

That is when she noticed that something similar to a needle connected to a small transparent bag was inserted right into her left wrist, piercing into her soft skin. A blueish liquid was flowing from the tube connected to her forearm at a regular speed. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

What was that place and why was she there?

Her gaze wandered around the room and examined every single inch of it. Nor that it would take that long anyway, given the rather simple design of the room.

As she took in her surroundings, she found herself to be laying down on a simple bed, similar to a hospital one, in an almost empty room devoid of personal touches, filled with cold metal surfaces and bright lights. No windows.

She woke up feeling disoriented and confused by the sudden change in surroundings that was indeed jarring for a seven years old kid. She felt like a fish out of the water. She was struggling to remember how she ended up in such a minimal, sterile, and clinical environment.

The only thing she was sure about, was that she was completely separated from her family. She had tried to cling onto her mother's fabric t-shirt but to no use, as she was violently jerked away by soldiers wearing a sleek, brown uniform and sturdy brown helmets.

That memory contributed to her feelings of vulnerability and uncertainty. Her initial confusion got replaced by her heartache and longing for her family. Thoughts of their faces would haunt her, becoming overwhelming. She felt a deep sense of loss and desperation, as she yearned to be reunited with her parents and younger siblings.

She stood up, removing the needle from her wrist, causing the small hole to bleed. She realized she was barefoot only when the cold white floor tiles met her warm skin.

She took some rapid steps, running to the closest door, in the hope to find a way out of that place.

But before she could have reached the metal door, she realized that there was no knob. As she examined the door, she got startled by the sudden lateral opening of the latter that was right in front of her.

An elegant and sophisticated woman joined her in the room, missing her by mere inches.

She had fair skin and well-groomed, blonde, styled hair, enhancing her professional appearance. Her facial features were elegant and refined. She had a defined jawline and high cheekbones, giving her a distinct and strong presence. Her eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting her intelligence and determination. She was wearing a formal white lab coat.

The mysterious woman stopped in her tracks as soon as she met Y/n's eyes. She glanced at her bleeding wrist. The little one took a few steps backward, taking some distance from the unknown woman.

"Oh, I see that you are awake," she said "Nice to meet you, my name is Dr. Ava Paige, and I work here at W.C.K.D. You can call me Dr. Ava if you'd like. I'm here to help you and all the other special children like you."

"What is WCKD?" Y/n asked while tilting her head slightly to the side, still with a defensive demeanor.

"That's a great question! WCKD stands for World Catastrophe Killzone Department," the little kid questioned the relatively frightening meaning of each word that composed the acronym. "...but don't let the name scare you. Our goal at WCKD is to find a way to protect everyone from a dangerous virus called the Flare. We're looking for a cure so that no one else gets sick." Ava smiled kindly at her, hoping to reassure her. She knew that the little one was scared, but the woman knew how to do her job better than anyone else.

"Why am I here?" she glared at Dr.Paige. "You're here because you're very special. You have something called immunity, which means you're naturally protected from the Flare. We want to understand why some people are immune, so we can learn how to help others, and you want to help others, right?". Y/n's eyes softened as she seemed to be thinking about the answer for a while.

"Can I see my family?" she innocently asked. "I know it can be tough to be away from your family, but right now, we need your help to find a way to make the world a better and safer place. We'll do everything we can to make sure you feel comfortable and loved while you're here. You might see your family again at the end of our project." She concluded.

The little kid felt every bit of her hope fading away. Still, she was determined to reunite with her family, therefore, she would have had to end that project as soon as she could.

"From now on, you will be staying here, helping us with something really important that could save the life of many people. We will be your new family". Dr. Paige adopted a gentle and reassuring tone, focusing on the child's importance and the shared goal of finding a cure for the Flare.

She aimed to establish trust and provide a sense of safety and care, emphasizing Y/n's role in the greater mission. The child was quite smart for her age, and she already knew that the only way to get out of there was to collaborate with them, giving W.C.K.D. what they needed. Or more simply, to just pretend to be helping them.

"Come with me, I'll take you to meet another special kid like you" She offered her hand for the child to take.

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[taperwolf]

I just realized I'm going to have difficulty finishing building my 3320-VCF once the last parts I ordered arrive on Monday: I am not going to have the right knobs.

The module I'm building has five potentiometers on it; each one needs a knob. Now, I have a lot of knobs for pots on hand — gathered over the last several years from assorted discount retailers and surplus depots — but there are three problems. The first is that the module front panel is pretty narrow — 6HP, which means 1.2"/3.05cm — so I need narrow knobs so as not to clash with each other or interfere with neighboring modules, and a lot of the knobs I have are just too wide.

The second problem is simply one of aesthetics — I'd really prefer, for coherence of use, to have the knobs be all of the same design, but be of three different colors: one color for the frequency cutoff and the frequency CV pots, a second for resonance and resonance CV, and a third for the input volume control.

With these two taken together, I do have a set of one pretty basic plastic knob design, in black but with highlights of three different colors — red, yellow, and orange. They wouldn't look spectacular, but they'd serve. But that brings us to my third problem: not all the pots on this module have the same shaft style, and these knobs are only compatible with some of them.

To explain, here's a photo of three example potentiometers, each with a different shaft style:

On the right is the most basic of styles, a simple round shaft. This style can, however, come in different sizes, usually listed by diameter — this one's ¼"/6.35mm, but 6mm and ⅛"/3.18mm are also out there. In the middle is a style called either "flatted" or "D", for obvious descriptive reasons, and it also can come in any of the diameters. The one on the left is a split-shaft spline style, again descriptively; these tend only to come in 6mm shaft diameter.

Now, since the latter two fix the knob in place without any extra hardware (usually a set screw), and don't require the manufacturers using them to pay somebody to manually align and tighten their knobs, more of that type of pot and knob get made, so they're both cheaper and easier to get.

The knobs I was talking about just above are made to fit on 6mm split-shaft splined pots. Two of the pots on this module are of that style. But the other three — the three arriving Monday — are 6.35mm round shaft pots, and those knobs just will not fit. In fact, I have no knobs that both are narrow enough and will fit those pots.

The options seem to be buying new knobs, modifying something that I have — perhaps using a lathe to turn down some oversized ones? — or 3d printing a set. I did 3d print knobs for my little Gakken SX-150 synthesizer years ago; so I know what's involved in doing that, but I don't have my own 3d printer, so I'd need to borrow one from the Makerspace, and I can't get into there until Friday at the earliest.

Buying, unless the local electronics parts store has something suitable in stock, would be a matter of ordering from somewhere and waiting again; the closer the retailer is, the more expensive the knobs seem to be (a knob in the Davies 1900H style is 42¢ in single quantity from Tayda, 91¢ from Love My Pedals), and of course you pay for faster delivery — and "payday" isn't until the start of next month.

Then again, the module should work without the knobs. They definitely help to turn the pots, but they're not strictly necessary; it depends on how difficult the pots are to turn without them. So maybe I'm just dithering over nothing. I guess we'll see.

[chipped-chimera]

Gonna just chime in and add - a lot of traits that are associated with Autism and ADHD are actually 'normal'. The difference here between it just being part of the human experience and actually Autism/ADHD is frequency and/or sensitivity, or even the severity.

For example, in the case of Autism - anyone can experience sensory overload/overwhelm. The mechanism is the same and just goes with 'you have a brain'. You've gotta remember brains are actually sitting in a dark room, all the time interpreting data from the sensors wired into your body (eyes, ears, sense of touch etc.). You bombard those sensors with enough information, they will get overloaded. If you think I'm talking shit as a neurotypical - think shopping centers/malls during Christmas shopping period. Heaps of people, voices echoing off tiles, Christmas music constantly blaring from every corner playing a different song out every door, kids screaming and crying, smells of food and perfume mixing together (idk they always have pop up stalls here in Australia right in the thoroughfares) people jostling your elbows, if you're where I am add 'probably sweaty af because of the heat outside before you came in'.

Anyone would feel absolutely wiped having to deal with that for a few hours straight. That is sensory overload.

The difference between a neurotypical (normal neurology) and someone with Autism is our sensitivity is jacked up way too high. There's various theories as to why, I think the current? front-runner is it's reduced synaptic pruning - basically meaning Autistic's possibly retain more synaptic connections from infancy than others. To put it into an analogy, imagine you have a 'volume' knob for your senses. Yours is sitting (as a neurotypical) at a nice level that you can manage in daily life. The Autistic person however, has it turned up to maximum volume - double your own experience. Suddenly it becomes clear how something that would normally be overwhelming for one person can trigger a complete meltdown in their neurological system resulting in either a meltdown, shutdown or total disassociation from the body in the brain's attempt to mitigate harm. Also given Autism is considered a spectrum, everyone's volume knobs are set a bit different. Some might be really strong for some things, but not others and that'll vary from person to person.

Now for an ADHD example - yes, we all forget things. Everyone has probably experienced the phenomenon known as the 'Doorway Effect' whereby entering a room to go get something - you've suddenly forgot why you're there. And then have to go retrace your steps back to the previous room to 'remember' it, as if you left your brain behind when you changed rooms.

The theory around this is due how to the brain encodes memory, and this might mean a few things get chucked out by accident when you change rooms because your brain is, unawares to you, having to change gear the moment you cross that threshold as it 'processes' the different room. Your brain is relating the memory of what you needed to get before in time and space so it can tell what has passed, what is present etc. (if your brain didn't do this, you'd have a detached sense of time which is a major component of Schizophrenia) This also explains why going BACK to the room can bring back the memory. Your brain just dropped it on the way out.

But for someone with ADHD, if you're doing this so often to the point you feel like you lack object permanence or you feel like unless you can see it constantly, your brain will probably forget it exists? That's ADHD. An ADHD brain has problems with binding dopamine receptors which help us stay motivated and attentive. It's a bit like your short term memory is like a table in front of you where you line up all the things you're supposed to currently be 'remembering' but the ADHD component is the cat that's constantly prowling the table and smacking off things that don't generate enough dopamine. So the memories often end up on the floor and now it's been the fourth week in a row you forgot to put the bin out (me, btw 💀).

This of course, can happen to 'normal' people too - we are running virtually the same hardware. But the differences I am describing here are what we consider disordered.

This is what I think a lot of people forget when accusations of self-diagnosis/statements like 'everyone's a bit x' are thrown around. We're forgetting it's in the name, Autism Specrtum Disorder, Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. The defining characteristic of all of these 'symptoms' that get talked about, is they are at a disordered level that is interrupting day to day life and/or making it unable for someone to function as well in our societal structure (this is your hint to go look up the Social Model of disability btw).

So yes, everyone forgets things. Everyone can feel overwhelmed by music that's too loud etc. The difference is this - take whatever that thing is that annoys you, now double it. Now it's a problem. It's disordered.

So yeah, next time someone tries to tell you you're maybe making shit up or you're seeing a lot of people on what I'd arguably call the Autism webbed site (there is a BIG correlation between neurodivergence and fandom btw) going 'oh me too?' maybe it's not a good sample size and if you've got the feeling something about you is off - do your research (from reputable sources, and no an Autistic person cannot be a perfect source because it affects everyone differently) and talk to your doctor.

Also P.S. self-diagnosis if you consider yourself adequately informed and find it useful and/or supported by a medical practitioner like your doctor or psychologist but cannot legally diagnose you - IS. VALID.

Costs - especially for adults - to get diagnosis are often prohibitive, and considering most studies confirm if you're Autistic you're more likely to be unemployed in the first place it's a massive catch 22. My diagnosis' cost me about 4-5k AUD in total. I did not pay for it, my parents did - and I know not everyone will get access to that.

So be kind people. And talk to your doc pls.

(P.S.S. No this isn't to rail on OP or anything this is just a thing I've been thinking about and think needs clearing up for a lot of peeps. We're forgetting what 'disorder' is. Talk to a health professional if you can. Do your research too.)

Edit: I realised I goofed and repeated myself, that's fixed also changed the link for the synaptic pruning to a better one. Shit happens when it's due more ADHD meds o'clock lol.

Pro tip if you see at least 50 people say "wait that's not normal??" In the comments of some neurodivergent relatability post then it probably is, in fact, normal. Daydreaming to songs is normal, I promise you. Most everything about being neurodivergent is normal, it's just the degree to which it affects you and your life that makes it abnormal.

[stalemateserial]

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"You know, I had a thought."

"Hmm?"

"Didn't some cassette tapes and a player get sent up on the mission?"

"Yes, now that you mention it, I remember unpacking them from the shuttle when we got up here. I was so distracted by the…" Judith pauses, not wanting to bring it up yet again. Carpe diem, et cetera. "Well, I don't even remember where I set them. I went straight to the viewport when I heard the…"

"Judy, you don't have to talk about it. Let's look for them, shall we?"

They'd expected the chore to feel like work, but it ended up feeling more like a scavenger hunt than anything. They scoured all of the bins and drawers aboard the station, rifling through the specially-designed compartments, passing over tools and equipment, bits and bobs left twirling through the cabin. After they'd turned the leisure area and the kitchenette inside out and the lab proved equally fruitless, their last area was the crew quarters. Digging through storage units in the floor panels, Judith finally found their treasure; an Advent Model 200, a great hunk of wood-grain embedded with painted plastic, studded with knobs and buttons. Right behind that was another slab of wood, two equally-sized slots cut into its front.

"I found it!" Judith called to Ruth. Ruth let out a little squeal of excitement, pushing herself off the surface of the wall she'd been searching and rocketing right next to her partner. Judith gently pulled on the left side of the slab, quickly scanning the titles on the sides of the tapes.

"Close to You, Moods, Talking Book… American acts… I wonder…" Judith opened the other side. "Led Zeppelin, Machine Head, Paranoid.… Those cheeky bastards."

"Well, make a choice, dear. I didn't even think about how much I could use some music until I remembered we have it up here."

"Okay, okay, don't look, I want it to be a surprise." Judith made her choice, freeing the tape from its protective shell and setting it into place. "Someone we both should know pretty well." There's a satisfying, mechanical click when her finger hits the play button. A winding sound, and then; a familiar piano ballad pours from the speakers. It's a bit louder than the volume Judith would have at home, but she can't help but keep it as is. Ruth turns as the words begin, a sly smile on her face.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those that can easily hide

She offers her hand. "Care to dance?" Judith obliges, letting Ruth pull her close. One of their arms goes around the other's waist, their free hand gripping the edge of their bed frames, steadying them on the ground.

"I don't have a lot of practice," Judith confesses into Ruth's shoulder.

"Me neither," Ruth admits. "At least we don't have to worry about stepping on each-other's toes."

It isn't so much the steps as it is who they're performing them with. There's a feeling in Judith's chest she's felt a couple of times before, but didn't think she'd ever get to have again. It's enough to almost make her cry, but she settles for keeping her cheek nestled into Ruth's shoulder, following her steps while Elton serenades them. Before she's really ready, the song transitions into something that works less well for the step they're doing, and they part.

"God, I wish it didn't have to end here," Ruth sighs, wiping a stray drop from the edge of her eye. "This is what I've always wanted, just being free to do what I want, act how I want. Dance with who I want."

Judith's holding back the dam herself. "But it's wonderful, isn't it? If we have to go, if there's really no way out, at least we got some time we didn't have to hide. We got some time to shine as bright as we were meant to. I don't want this to be the end, at all. But I guess that when I think about what I'd want to do before I went, it doesn't get much grander than this."

"No, it doesn't. There's a lot of things I'm going to miss, though. I'dve had a few more of bubbie's rugelach if I'd known it'd be the last time."

"I'm not familiar."

"They're kinda like croissants, but different. Bubbie stuffed them with this filling of nuts, diced apples and cinammon," and now Ruth is wiping her mouth instead of her eyes.

"Well, now I definitely want one."

"Well, if we make it back down there in one piece, you're invited to every family function from Passover to Rosh Hashana."

"You think your family would support that?"

"I've been to space! If they don't like it, I'll tell them I got permission from God himself. What're they gonna do, go up and check for themselves?"

"Well, someone's going to need to go up, and it's sure as hell not going to be me again."

"Amen, honey. Oh, by the way, it's your move."

"You took my rook, didn't you?"

"Well, you left him wide open."

"So it goes with yours, as well. Queen takes rook, A1."

"Oh, that doesn't affect what I had in mind. Bishop takes pawn, B4"

"We're two for two, then?"

"There's a reason we're tied for games, isn't there? Keep putting up a fight, I do enjoy the challenge."

[dedicatedlongevity]

This is what I use to connect my microphone and speakers to my computer but when I got my speakers I learned you have to do a lot of fiddling In order to get both sides to work... I think it's just the volume knob on the front but it is finicky.. it's like 8 years old by now so I'm not surprised

I asked my parents for a replacement and they got me this as a quick solution which isn't at all what I was looking for so I haven't used it yet... my dad ended up getting a new one and I just never swapped to his old one but yeah I think is Bluetooth so you could potentially just connect your phone to it and open up garage band and just be mic'd up on the go but I don't know for sure their are probably videos on it

[dxracerau]

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[sirfrogsworth]

@ameliablair Okay, part 2...

Let's quickly go over these settings and get an understanding of why they work so well for landscapes.

Why a tripod?

For landscapes you want to have great detail and low noise in the photos. So you have to shoot at a very low ISO to avoid noise. But if you don't have a lot of light, the shutter speed could get very slow. If you don't put the camera on a tripod, the slow shutter speed will cause motion blur.

Why the 1 second timer?

Any movement could introduce motion blur into your photo—even the action of pressing the shutter button. Setting a delay allows the camera to be perfectly still. A shutter remote trigger works as well.

Why Aperture Priority Mode (Av)?

This is a semi-auto mode that allows you to set the aperture but then the camera will decide the shutter speed for you.

Why f/11?

Unlike portraits where blurring out the background can create separation of your subject, landscapes are all about detail and capturing everything in front of you. A wide aperture (low f-stop number) will have a shallow depth of field, meaning only a small sliver of your photo will be in focus. A narrow aperture (high f-stop number) will have a very deep depth of field.

However, you don't want to choose an aperture that is too small, like f/16 or f/22 unless you really need an extra long exposure. Once you get past f/11 something called "diffraction" starts to blur the image and cause you to lose detail. Camera lenses tend to be their sharpest somewhere between f/5 and f/11.

f/11 is a pretty safe aperture that will most likely get your entire landscape in focus, be in the sharpest range of your lens, and avoid the diffraction blurring.

But it might also be worth taking shots at f/5 and f/8 and see how your camera and lens perform at those settings. And if there is something in your photo that is super close to you and you are worried it may not be in focus, taking safety shots at f/16 and f/22 is fine. A slight blurring might be preferable to something being out of focus. ALWAYS TAKE SAFETY SHOTS!

But usually f/8 or f/11 is the sweet spot and will get you the results you are seeking.

Why ISO 100 (or lowest ISO available)?

Some cameras have the ISO set to automatic. You may need to check your manual or a tutorial to learn how to adjust it manually. But if you have a tripod, you can set it to 100 and keep it there. Just remember to put it back on auto when you aren't using a tripod.

ISO is like the volume knob on a stereo. If you put your ear next to a speaker when no music is playing you can usually hear a faint white noise. That is always there in everything you play. And as you turn up the volume, that noise floor gets louder and louder. And if you turn up the volume too much, that noise can cause distortion and poor audio quality.

There is noise in every digital photo. And the lower you keep the ISO, the less noticeable that noise is. But if you do not have a ton of light, it can be very difficult to keep the noise low without a long shutter speed and a tripod.

Why an automatic shutter speed?

Not using a full manual mode is fine. There are some old school photographers that believe you need to dial in every setting yourself. But camera metering systems are very good these days and may be better at judging exposure than you are.

That said, it might be worth learning how your "exposure compensation" feature works on your specific camera. This will allow you to raise or lower the exposure quickly if you think the camera didn't judge the scene properly.

So if you think the image is too bright, lower the exposure compensation a few clicks and see what you think. You have plenty of room on your memory card to take safety shots.

Why focus 1/3 of the way into the frame?

The point of focus will have an area in front and behind that will also be in focus. That is your depth of field. When you are fairly close to your subject, that depth of field is symmetrical. 50% of the depth of field will be in front of your subject and 50% will be behind your subject. I'll use this thing I made for another post to visualize.

The subject would be the baby's eye in this case. That is the point of focus and the area in front and behind is the depth of field.

But as you get farther away from your subject that ratio becomes asymmetrical. More area behind the point of focus will be in focus than in front.

There are actually apps and websites that help you calculate this ratio, but as a general rule of thumb for landscapes, most photographers will assess the farthest thing and the closest thing and choose a focus point at about 1/3 the distance between them.

So in this photo the mountains are the farthest thing and the road is the closest thing. If you divide that area into thirds and focus around 1/3, you will probably get everything you want in focus.

You don't have to get too precious about this unless you are shooting at very wide apertures (low f-stop number like f/4 and below). At f/8 and above, at these distances, it's actually difficult to *not* get everything in focus.

The only thing that can make landscape focusing a bit more challenging is if you want something very close in the foreground in focus. Like a cool rock or a statue or a person. In that case, I would take several photos and focus on a few different spots ranging from near to far away as a safety precaution.

Hopefully all of that gave you some context for all of my suggested settings.

But these settings are not magic. There are a few other variables to consider when trying to achieve a cool landscape photos.

First, the good news. If it is a bright sunny day, you can use this recipe without the tripod. Your shutter speed will be fast enough not to introduce motion blur into your images.

Now the bad news... don't take landscape photos during a bright sunny day unless you want to make a default Windows background.

Bright sunny days are often very challenging to make interesting photos. I'm not saying it cannot be done, but it requires a pretty stunning scene to make work. Yes, blue skies are beautiful, but they don't always make the most compelling photographs.

You already have settings that will work most of the time. You have the technical ingredients, but you need a few artistic ones to finish the recipe...

A stunning vista. Good composition. Interesting light.

Finding a cool location is usually just a matter of google or exploration.

Good composition comes with learning and experience.

And interesting light requires patience.

Sunrise, sunset, blue hour, and night time are all great times to find great light. Sometimes an overcast day with thick clouds can be more interesting than a sunny day. You may have to revisit a scene several times to find the best conditions for a cool photo. But during these times you're probably going to need that tripod I mentioned. When there is less available light, your shutter speed will be slower, and without a tripod things could get blurry.

If you don't have a tripod and there isn't a lot of light, you will need to know the reciprocal rule to make sure your shots turn out okay. The reciprocal rule tells you the slowest shutter speed you can use without introducing motion blur.

Your lens has a focal length expressed in millimeters. The reciprocal rule states that you should set the shutter speed to 1/focal length. So if your lens is a 50mm, you want your shutter speed to be no slower than 1/50.

The Powershot mentioned in this question has a focal range of 21-1365mm. So all the way zoomed out, you would not want to set the shutter speed slower than 1/20. And all the way zoomed in you probably want to shoot for 1/1000. Although you can probably get away with 1/500 if you have steady hands.

So, if you are in low light and you don't have a tripod, here is the new recipe...

Put camera in Tv or Shutter Priority Mode. Set f-stop as wide as it will go (lowest f-stop number). Set ISO to AUTO. Set the shutter speed to 1 over focal length. (eg 1/20) Focus 1/3 of the way into your framing. Press the button.

This might result in noisy photos. That is the compromise you'll have to make. But there are some great denoise features in image editing software now that can help.

That brings me to my final tip... editing landscapes will always make them better. It is very difficult to balance the dynamic range (the range of the brightest thing and darkest thing) without processing your images. This will be even easier if you shoot in RAW mode. But you can still edit JPEGs as well.

Lightroom is currently the best software for processing photography. But there are other options that do a great job as well, including a few free ones. But I'm afraid you'll have to do some googling for that, as I am not current on the best applications other than Lightroom.

Knowledge more than anything will help you improve your photography. You can take amazing photos with a Powershot or a smartphone or a $200 DSLR. You just need to understand the fundamentals.

I highly recommend checking out this free photography course. Tony will help you understand all of this on a deeper level and you can watch it in the span of a weekend.

I hope all of that was helpful. Feel free to ask questions if you have trouble.

Oh, and if you need a cheap tripod, this Amazon Basics one is only $20. It is light and easy to carry around, but it probably won't hold up to much abuse. That said, it's a great place to start and once you gain more experience you can upgrade to something nicer later on.

I just bought my first non-phone camera (Canon PowerShot SX70 HS). I travel a lot and want to take great photos of the landscapes I see. What would you recommend for someone who is essentially a novice? So far I've been afraid to change the settings from "auto" but I want to use the full capabilities of this camera!

I'm really tired and I don't have the energy to explain everything, so I'm going to give you the secret recipe to landscape photos. This works 80-90% of the time unless there are challenging variables to account for.

Put camera on tripod or stable surface. Set timer to a delay of 1 second. Put camera in Av or Aperture Priority Mode. Set f-stop to f/11. Set ISO to lowest setting. (Usually 100.) Let the camera decide the shutter speed automatically. Focus 1/3 of the way into your framing. Press the button, stand back, and let the camera take the shot.

Tripods are a pain in the butt to carry around, but they open up a whole new world of possibilities when it comes to landscape shots. You can also try a little bean bag weight, railings/ledges, or those gorillapod things.

If I am feeling better tomorrow, I will reblog this and explain why these settings usually work and add some additional tips along with settings for when you can't use a tripod or stable surface.

But this should give you something to start with.

[elysiumxii]

sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . (beomsoo)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 - accepting

Pasha locks Beomsoo out of her room - cuz a door is going to stop that 6ft5 bear hurhur

"Pasha don't you dare-" Beomsoo had begun, before he skids to a halt as solid wood soon slams in his face, forcing him to an all out stop whilst simultaneously making him come up against the thing he had just expressly forbidden. Or been about to. Her bedroom door, closed in his face.

"Pasha-" his voice raises in its warning tone, just as his hand reaches down for the doorknob in time to hear the click of it's lock... and the throbbing vein on his temple starts to pulse as the tendons in his neck cord. "PASHA!" He barks, tone deep and so pissed, it usually has his subordinates scurrying to do his bidding to appease him... only she wasn't his subordinate. Hence his current issue.

"I swear to god you will open this door" he growls, reaching down to give the door knob one angry rattle before his chest vibrates with that low, rumbling growl that shows an even deeper level of irritation. The vein now almost ready to burst. "Open this door or I will break it open and carry you out myself!" His volume had raised by the end, so much so the house keepers who'd hurried over in curiosity soon squeak as they scamper away following his snapped glance in their direction.

The momentary distraction has him pause enough to regain some, small semblance of control. His hand lifted, ready to pound his large fist against the wood but he stops himself and flexes it instead. Fingers curling and uncurling with a squeeze. "Pasha-" he tries again, jaw still clenched and voice still a growl, but he was trying to reason. "Your father says you have to go, so I suggest you put on something nice and get ready..." he says slowly and calmly, gaze focused on the grain of the wood in front of him.

"Because if you don't, I will kick this door down and take you out in whatever you are or aren't wearing" his voice had steadily started to raise- "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" He yells, showing that before had been completely false calm. He was still livid.