#yeah I actually put forward a complaint against that

[sammysam999]

Idk if it's funny or just inconvenient, but after being so fed up by getting dead named I just threw my supplemental id (in Germany you can get one as trans person from the dtig until your name got changed officially and schools, universities and other public entities have to respect it) at them and they now changed it on my certifications too.

This might be an issue because my work place doesn't know that I not just have a preferred nickname but am indeed trans. It's okay because it's a public service job, I am an union member, the job and team is generally queer friendly and I got that position because they can't lose another person trained in that department, so I basically don't fear getting fired because of it, because hell of a lawsuit they would lose and my department literally might collapse with one person less, but still it's a weird situation to be in and having to explain.

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, headlock🤤, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of fluff at the end

A/n: as promised, as soon as I came out of the cinema I started working on this! It’s not as nasty as I wanted it to be, but I’ll work on that🩷

Your bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat, loud moans along with praise mixed with degrading were bouncing off the tall walls, surely gaining the two of you a few noise complaints the next day. You were splayed in the middle of your huge queen-sized bed, head pressed into soft pillows and ass high up in the air as your boyfriend was dogging the shit out of you, making sure that your pussy was raw and thoroughly fucked.

You’ve been at it for hours - your sheets were wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, your ass felt hot from all the spanks Miguel generously delivered. Your throat felt sore from all the moaning and previous face-fucking, musky taste of Miguel’s cock still lingered on your tongue. You felt like a rag doll in your lover’s strong arms, too tired to move by yourself, but too greedy for pleasure to actually stop this sweet torture.

Miguel yanked your hips up higher, getting a firm grip on your waist; he shifted a bit, placing one foot on the mattress for better range of movements. A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your kiss-swollen lips as brunette absolutely ravaged you - he pounded your poor dripping pussy with so much vigor that your body shifted forward with each thrust, heavy balls slapping against your clammy skin with loud smacking sounds. Miguel’s large hands moved to smack your pretty ass so it jiggled in his palms, relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh afterwards.

- Just look at this greedy pussy, taking every inch of me like a cock-hungry slut. Bet you were thinking about it whole day long, huh? - Miguel rasped above you, his filthy words caused heat rising up to your cheeks as you buried your face even deeper into soft pillows, but they couldn’t hide your reddened ears form his sharp eyes.

Miguel leaned down, one massive arm sliding underneath your neck, so that your chin was tucked right in the hollow of his elbow; a few moments later your face was squished in between male’s bulking bicep and a thick forearm, trapped in a firm headlock. He put most of his body weight onto your small body, pounding your dripping cunt into the bouncy mattress, stretching you out on his mighty girth, making your eyes roll back in intense pleasure. You felt Miguel’s free hand slipping underneath your tummy, finding your throbbing needy clit in no time and massaging it brutally with rough fingertips, matching the roughness of his hips slamming into you from behind.

- Oh baby, you’re drooling, - Miguel tutted in feigned pity, his hot lips brushing the shell of your ear, making hairs on the back of your neck rise.

His words brought you out of heavy haze of pleasure, bringing some consciousness to your foggy mind. And, indeed, your chin felt cooler because of your drool covering it, some even dribbled down onto Miguel’s arm, getting in between your chin and his inner elbow. Your hands came to his arm around your neck, fingers digging into firm muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on scarred skin.

- Mig..uel, I’m-

- Shhh, my love. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you, - Miguel shushed you softly, his hips slapping against your ass with even more vigor, making you momentarily forget whatever it was that you wanted to say.

He hissed as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, the suckle of your pussy sent his hips bucking and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. A familiar coil makes itself knows in the pit of your stomach - a telltale sign of your next orgasm approaching rapidly.

- Oh fuck bunny, fuck fuck fuck. Gonna fill that pussy with my cum, full and nice, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? - Miguel rambled next to your ear as his pace became faster and sloppier.

- Pl..ease. Fuck, need.. it. ‘m so close, - you managed to stutter through

Your body prickled with desire and heat, Miguel’s fingers worked diligently on your clit along with his massive cock spreading you open, thick cockhead mushing against all of your sweet spots - he very soon had you cumming all around him, wringing a mind-blowing orgasm out of your exhausted body, your release leaving a noticeable white ring on the base of his dick.

A string or curses and quiet whimpers reached your ears as Miguel’s snapped his hips into yours quickly before stilling completely. Strong shudder ran through male’s massive body and, with a final moan, he shoot his thick cum inside of your fluttering heat, flooding your insides with his warmth.

Miguel went slack against your back, his body mounding against yours as he laid atop of you, making you squeak quietly under his weight. He chuckled airily as he rolled off you to the side, sliding his softening cock out of your bruised pussy. You whined at the feeling of emptiness, warm sperm dripped out in a small dribble, staining your slit and sheets underneath you. Miguel scooped you up in his big arms and maneuvered you to lay on top of his heaving chest, thick fingers tangled in your messy hair, massaging your scalp lovingly.

You took a deep breath, cuddling deeper into your lover’s neck, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders. Your eyelids felt too heavy and Miguel felt too comfy to lay on, so you were fighting off sleep as much as you could.

- Go to sleep baby, I’ll clean everything up, - you heard a soft murmur, warm lips kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. You hummed in acknowledgment, getting more comfortable in Miguel’s arms.

- Love you, - you whispered tiredly, sleep heavy on your lids.

- Love you too angel

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[torasplanet]

I'm begging for a f! Reader receiving a doggy style from izana smut :))

❝𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎.ᐟ❞

I. KUROKAWA + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; izana's favorite position is painfully obvious, very painful for your joints but he always makes it up to you after.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, doggy style, petnames (mahal, princess), fluffy in the end, aftercare implied, hair pulling ig and skincolor not mentioned

When getting into a relationship with Izana, you kind of knew what you were getting into with all of the gang violence and stuff but you’d never consider that your arms and legs would end up sore nearly every time he joined you in bed. 

It’s not like you didn’t know Izana would be rough, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the positions this man has you in which gives you aches and pains all in your joints from the angles and stress of holding yourself up but the position that seems to get you groaning in the bathtub after from your shoulders aching is doggy style. Which just happens to be his favorite.

Izana doesn’t like your face in the pillows, he likes to hear you so there is no time for you just to drop your arms to relax. If you do that, he’ll just tell you to get back up. It certainly doesn’t help how he’ll sometimes put his chest to your back and put a bit of his weight on you knowing how badly your arms were shaking. He just likes to laugh at how you’ll shout at him with a whine in your throat telling him to stop doing that.

His favorite part is when you beg him to let you rest your arms for just a bit. Izana believes a queen should never have to beg for anything but he likes to hear you do it only for him and sometimes he’ll let you, sometimes he won’t. Depends on what kind of mood he’s in honestly.

“‘Zana…” You groaned as your fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, you were so close to just collapsing on the bed from how badly your arms were shaking. You were so tired of holding yourself up…you liked it better when he was doing that. ���Hm?” The man asked as his hands gripped your hips tightly while he thrashed into your tummy not helping the weakness of your arms one bit. 

Turning your head, you looked up at him with small whines leaving your throat “Can I lay down? My arms hurt…” Izana knew exactly what you meant by that. You didn’t want to stop, you just wanted to switch to a different position, one that would allow you to be comfortable specifically but he wasn’t gonna have that. Izana liked it when you were all sore so he could take care of you. The tanned man only leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back putting just a bit of his weight on you making you whine more.

“Izana!” He only smiled at your complaints as you continued to moan right after. “Mahal, if you really were in pain, you’d use the safeword, no?” Izana asked in your ear and you didn’t answer him verbally and only nodded. Oh, you hated it when he did that! Yeah, your arms were so sore but you liked this position as much as he did well probably not as much but you still liked it. Especially when he’d put his chin on your shoulder and his white hair would tickle the side of your neck. You just wished it didn’t ache as bad.

“Mhm.” You replied as good as you could but it wasn’t good enough for him. The Kurokawa man stopped his movements making your head snap back to look at him with needy wide eyes “Don’t stop…Izana.” You muttered to him and he raised his eyebrow while tilting his head “Thought it hurt huh?” He asked making you whimper more. Izana was a man of few words but when he actually had things to say, he never shut up and he liked it the same way with you. If you wanted something from him, you had to say it. 

Your arms caved and you fell face-first into the pillow with sobs escaping your throat and Izana only smiled. His hand went to your hair and he grabbed it harshly before pulling you up “Please…I w-want more.” Izana’s grin widened at your words and his hold on your hair released. You dropped down to the bed with your hands holding you up in doggy once more already knowing what to do “That’s what I like to hear…stay just like that and I’ll give you whatever you want princess.” Izana told you as he began to move his hips once again gaining back his rhythm.

His pelvis slapped against the fat of your ass and his eyes were trained on the recoil of it all. That’s what Izana loved so much about this position, he loved seeing how your ass jiggled whenever he would thrust inside of you, and how your back would arch with the new angles. You were at his mercy, at his hands, and were so vulnerable with him and he loved it so much, he loved it all.

“Uhn, uh!” The moans were extremely loud as your face was pressed against the headboard of the bed which hit the wall violently over and over. It matched Izana’s rhythm perfectly and your moan was just the instrumental to that. “S’good–shit.” Izana groaned slapping the inside of your thighs as you were beginning to squeeze them close a bit. Your body jerked and a loud mewl came from your mouth.

He leaned forward but didn’t put any weight on you. Wet kisses began to place themselves all around the nape of your neck and your back “So fucking good for me, mahal.” Izana said moaning right along with you. He brushed his hair back as it was beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead, god you felt so good around him. 

Your cunt tightened around him in desperation for your release while heavy breaths left your lips. Your walls fluttered around him as he hit your g-spot roughly. “Ah! Cumming!” Drool ran down your swollen bottom lip and your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Izana’s stroke got faster and they got rougher making the sound of skin slapping against skin louder and more prominent. “Fuck, fuck, I’m almost there princess.” The lilac-eyed man groaned against your skin as you tried to hold yourself up. When he twitched inside of you, your back arched away from him.

“So pretty.” Izana moaned cumming inside of the condom while backing away from you, you groaned as you flopped against the bed. Your face smushed all over the comfy pillows while Izana was busy pulling out, he tossed the used condom into the bin “Ow…” You muttered as Izana’s palm harshly slapped against the side of your thigh. Izana watched as you allowed the lower half of your body to fall onto the mattress with a bounce.

He smiled at how you grumbled about the aches in your arms and legs “Don’t get too comfortable.” Izana said as he hooked his arms under yours to pull you up from your comfy space “Please…? Can we skip it? You made me tired.” You groaned as he forcefully picked you up placing his hand on your back and putting his arm under your knee.

“No,” Izana said simply as he made his way to the bathroom with you in his arms complaining about how bad the cramp in your knee was. “If anything this’ll help.” He said rolling his eyes while placing you in the bathtub before turning the faucet on. You hissed at the scolding hot water pouring in at your feet and glared at your lover who merely shrugged with a chuckle.

You opened your arms to invite him into the tub and he wasted no time climbing in and lying against you “Okay I didn’t mean actually lay on me, I’m still sore.” You told him as he fully nuzzled into you but he just sighed against you. “You opened your arms and your legs, deal with it.”  You smacked him in the back of his head at his joke but he only laughed at you.

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[meowkunas]

pairing: wriothesley x reader

summary: you really want to spend time with wriothesley right now.

word count: 1.1k+

warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw content (under the cut), umm praise from wriothesley??, kind of shy/insecure reader, fingering, fem/female bodied! reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby, i was gonna let him use his cuffs and then i forgot so he's extra gentle instead

a/n: i need him.

Every time you visit Wriothesley in his office, he knows it's because you're needy. You don't make the trip all the way there for no reason.

"I just missed you." You'll say, leaning against the table with a pout. It's the way you're avoiding eye contact with him and staring your shoes that gives you away. Not to mention the fact that you're standing right in front of his seat and forcing him to look at you instead of the paperwork he has on his desk.

He resists the urge to laugh. With a slow and precise movement, he leans forward so that he's meeting your gaze again. "Yeah? You just wanted to spend time with me?"

"Mhm." You feign innocence. Archons, you're even blushing.

"Still too nervous to use your words, huh?"

He watches as your shoulders tense. Guilt is written all over your features. He watches as you take a deep breath in to try to calm yourself, meeting his eyes with a flash of confidence this time. There's a rigidness in your form still though, and your mouth opens to say something. But he doesn't let you.

His hands clasp around your thighs, pushing them open so he can move forward on his seat to put himself between your legs. Before you can continue your sentence, he kisses you.

He knows you're about to apologise for something inane, like bothering him when he's clearly so busy, but he wants to remind you that he'll always make time for you. This isn't annoying for him. And it never will be. Besides, it's not like he can focus on anything while you're here.

It's a gentle kiss, and he lets himself part from you just a little before he's speaking again.

"Shh. I'll take care of you, okay?"

It's so quiet that you can hear how loud your breathing is. It's long, languid breaths at first, even as your heartbeat thuds quickly in your chest.

He's barely even touched you, and you still feel your breath hitch as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. You don't say anything, just letting his hands explore you and letting him squeeze and caress without complaint. He'll never tell you, but he likes holding you like this; likes knowing you're comfortable enough to let him just touch wherever. His hands never wander above your waist, and his motions slow as he tries to figure out what you're after today.

In exchange, you tentatively run your fingers through his hair. Once. Twice. And it takes you a couple seconds to realise that he's still just tracing his fingers over your thighs because he's waiting for you to ask for what you want. A small sound of frustration leaves your lips. This doesn't need to be this hard. But the soft intimacy of his hands touching you seems to add a knot in your throat. So you do the next best thing. You nudge his hand to where you actually want him to touch.

"There." A sigh of contentment leaves his lips. "That wasn't so hard, right?" And he still has the audacity to look up to you with a cheeky grin that sends your heart racing.

His fingers are gentle — pushing inside you and feeling, before they become searching, and all you can feel is a pleasure running up your legs and curling in your stomach. A breathy huff leaves your lips and that has him properly chuckling. You can't really help it if your hips jerk upwards to meet his touch a little better.

But he stills you easily.

He stands up, curving his arm around your waist and pulling you further to the edge of the table so you can't escape the way his fingers curve inside you.

"Wrio—" You moan against his ear, not entirely sure what you're asking for or what you're wanting, but wanting something nonetheless. He's quicker at thinking of it than your pleasured-muddled mind. His lips connect with yours again and you're barely able to kiss him back properly. It's all open mouthed, and a little sloppy. A warmth pulses through you as he traces his lips across your jaw forgivingly, down the side of your neck, nibbling lightly all the way. An uncontrolled whine from your throat has him huffing a laugh against your skin.

"Like this?" He mumbles, brushing his lips against your collarbones while his fingers push on a spot that has you moaning again.

A panic runs through your veins when you hear knocking at the door, and you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to stop him and scurry away. Except he's already murmuring out a reassurance against your neck before you can try.

"Shh, sweetheart. It would be a shame to end this now." He whispers casually. "They can wait." And really, with that purr in his voice, he could get you to do anything.

You let out a strained whine, trying to be quiet as he praises you, marking you with soft kisses across what bare skin he can get his mouth on. It's so easy for him to make you cum like this. And you do, with a sigh and with your eyes closed, as the knocking echoes through his office once more.

He's patient with you, tucking your shirt back over your shoulder where he pulled it down and you hadn't even noticed. His hand moves from your waist to your hair, tussling it. All while he's whispering sweet words to you.

"You okay? That was so good, baby. You were so good for telling me what you wanted, okay?"

You're barely listening, still trying to come down from the pleasure and trusting him to let him tidy up your frazzled form. Once he's finished, he kisses your forehead, sending a spark through your body. It's his way of giving you a small confidence booster as he leaves your side and walks around his desk and calling for whoever was knocking to come in. By then, he's already moved you to the more comfortable position of his chair.

Wriothesley greets whoever is behind the door with a twinkle in his eye, barely looking at whoever is speaking because he keeps taking glances at you. You're still perched all pretty on his chair, the perfect picture of attentiveness as though he didn't just finger you a few moments before. It's the small, impatient wriggle that you do on his chair that gets his full attention again. There's a look in your eyes and he knows he's not finished with you. Not yet.

He'll have to continue what he's started once this conversation is done. He did promise to take care of you after all.

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝NOT GONNA SAY SOMETHING?❞

— minors dni, everyone’s in their early 20s, suggestive, satoru x reader, poly! satosugu verse, bathroom sex if you squint, I got lazy at the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Satoru Gojo has went missing, and he's taken you with him.

"He's probably in the bathroom.," Shoko says through her cigarette. With you and Gojo absent, there's no one left to nag her about lung cancer.

Geto stares at the unread texts he's sent to both of you over the span of half an hour. It technically hasn't been that long, but someone like Gojo responds within minutes, if not seconds, so it's definitely strange.

"I'll go check." And off Detective Geto heads in search of the idiot kidnapper and his victim.

The nearest bathroom is right around the corner from the park. It only takes a few minutes to get there, so even if you both had actually ran off for an impromptu bathroom break, should it really be taking this long?

Arriving at the single-stall restrooms, he first knocks on the women's door. "Y/N?" No response. Okay. Geto thumps the men's room door next, feeling a bit off as he listens for any sound of noises inside. At first, there's nothing. And then, the faint sound of a grunt.

"Satoru, are you in there?", he asks.

Silence for a few seconds, before Gojo's muffled voice asks, "Yeah, what is it?"

Geto sighs, exasperated. "Ya know we've been looking all over for you? Where's Y/N?" There's another pause, and Suguru can still hear faint grunts inside. "...What is that?"

"Nothing, look can you gi–" A short break in Gojo's sentence, he’s muttering something under his breath. "–Give me a minute?"

"Why does it sound like you're getting off in there?"

"For fuck's–" A moan interrupts Gojo's complaint, one that's quickly cut off by what Suguru assumes is his hand. A few seconds pass, and Geto swears he hears a light squelching sound inside.

"You're disgusting.," he says. "Couldn't that wait 'til we got home?"

"Just go wait in the fucking park, I'll be there in a sec."

Rolling his eyes, Suguru begins the short trek back to Shoko, only for a large poster displayed in a window to catch his eye. The model shown wears a cute little yellow sundress, one that makes him get lost in thought at the idea of you wearing it.

The sound of a stall door creaking open grabs his attention, and Geto watches in the glass's reflection as his friend comes exiting the bathroom, using his hands to brush his hair down and fix his belt buckle. He holds the door open, and out comes...you. Suguru blinks in shock as you come stumbling out of the stall, smoothing your own clothes down as Gojo throws an arm around your shoulders, grinning as he whispers something in your ear that makes you smack his chest. Both of you freeze in your tracks at the sight of Geto, and he directs his gaze to the model's face to get rid of suspicion.

"You want one of those?," Gojo taunts as the both of you approach, pointing at the sundress. "I think it'd look good on you, Suguru."

"Oooh, it is pretty.,” you say. “I like it.”

They glance at eachother, and before Gojo can even offer, you cut him off. “Put your wallet away, Satoru.”

“I didn’t even get t-“

“Good.”

He frowns down at you and disappears into the department store against your wishes, leaving you and Suguru on the sidewalk alone.

“Sooo,” you bounce back and forward on your heels once Gojo is out of earshot. “Not gonna say something?”

He tilts his head to look at you, feigning ignorance. “Would you like me to say something?”

“...No, I suppose not.”

Geto turns to spot Gojo at the checkout, dress in hand. “Then I won’t say something. Not now, anyway."

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis :3

[capricornlevi]

noise complaints -- choso x reader

college au!choso x reader, RA!choso, secret relationship. wc 2.5k

MDNI, 18+ only. reader has a vagina but no gendered pronouns.

"he's at the door again!"

you hear utahime's shout from the bedroom next to yours but you don't answer, hoping she'll get the message from your pointed silence.

she doesn't.

"come on!" she protests through the paper-thin walls. "please! you're the only one he likes, we never get written up when you answer."

"turning the music down could help!" you shout back, but without much malice. it's 8pm on a friday, hardly unsociable hours, and the speaker isn't nearly as loud as some of the other dorms on your floor. it's not exam season; there's no reason why you need to be singled out for punishment.

plus, the only reason you're not in there with her -- drunkenly singing along to some autogenerated playlist that has 27 likes, sipping 'sangria' that's more like boxed red wine and soda -- is because she's on a date, one she's been looking forward to for some time now, one you helped her get ready for as she rambled anxiously about her plans for the evening.

you don't have it in you to begrudge her.

"fine," you sigh, rubbing your tired eyes with the back of your hand.

two voices cheer victoriously from next door.

"we love you!"

you chuckle to yourself before it gets cut off by a yawn.

tossing your phone onto the bedside table, you stand up, rolling out a knot in your shoulder that you know will only get worse as the evening progresses.

time to go see the RA.

the shy, reserved, yet surprisingly strict RA. the one who has a particular hatred for noise complaints.

he's still knocking at your door; like utahime, he clearly doesn't take silence for an answer. you speed up to answer it before your roommate feels to need to intervene herself.

as you make your way down the hall, you wonder absent-mindedly if you should've changed into something more ... formal. your vest is nearly see-through, the fabric light and flimsy, but you rationalise it away.

it's summer. it's insufferably hot in the dorms, too uncomfortable to wear anything other than the bare minimum.

you're sure he won't mind. he's probably hot as well.

not dwelling on those thoughts any further, you open the door to find what you expected to see -- choso standing there, holding the tablet that the RAs are issued with to log complaints on their floor, chipped black nail polish clearly visible as he tucks the device against his chest.

he's wearing all black - as per usual - but he's swapped his typical hoodie and jeans for a t-shirt and light sweats, looking a little self-conscious as your eyes flicker up and down while taking in the change in outfit.

you grin. it's really endearing.

"hi, choso."

"hi," he replies, a blush staining his cheekbones already. his dark hair is swept back in its usual hairstyle, a few soft strands falling into his eyes before he brushes them out of the way. he gives you a look you're all too familiar with, peering up at you through frustratingly perfect eyelashes, dark brown eyes meeting yours with a forced confidence "you ... you probably know why i'm knocking."

"i can guess," you answer plainly, still smiling at him as he puts in significant effort in keeping his eyes fixed on your face.

he bites his lip, a silver ring catching the light as it shifts. "okay. the same as before, then."

"so you're here about the noise?" you offer innocently, gesturing down to utahime's room.

he looks confused for a moment, thin brows furrowing as he tries to piece together your reasoning.

eventually, he seems to understand what you're getting at. he raises his voice just loud enough that utahime can hear from down the hall.

"yeah, the noise. got a report in a few minutes ago, so --"

"of course," you reply diligently. "i understand."

"uh ... good. so we're clear, then."

he trails off a little awkwardly, and if it weren't for the darkening of his pupils you'd think he was actually discouraged by your responses. you wonder if you've put on too good of a show.

not willing to let that happen, your grin deepens as you lift your hand, take him by the collar and drag him in for a messy kiss, barely letting the door close behind him as you pull him inside.

the awkward, shy version of choso nearly disappears the moment his lips meet yours again; he's voracious, hungry, the cool metal of his piercing hitting off your teeth as he deepens the kiss within moments of touching you.

you're still just as surprised by this side of him, this layer you didn't know he had, the same as you were the first time this happened. you relish every time you get to see it.

from what he's alluded to before, nobody else has the privilege.

"w-wait," you whisper against his lips, kiss-slick and already swollen, "you have to be quiet. she ... it's too early for her to find out."

instead of answering, he fixes his lips to your pulse point, suckling at your neck as he backs you against the wall, your shoulderblades hitting against the cold plaster and raising your skin to goosebumps.

"choso -- choso, i'm not kidding," you protest half-heartedly, the whisper already torn and desperate. "we need to -- we need to get to my room, ok? then we can do whatever --"

before you've even finished the sentence he pulls back, face now fully flushed but not from embarrassment, not from self-consciousness.

"or i can eat you out right here?" he offers quietly, one hand on your waist as the other drifts lower, trailing up your thigh and along the hemline of your skirt. against your better judgment, your hips start to shift, chasing his touch, the sensation you know only his fingers can bring.

just then, the music coming from utahime's room pauses, plunging the apartment into a sudden silence.

choso's hand stills on your thigh; you barely breathe as you listen intently, waiting for utahime to burst through the door and discover you here in the most compromising of positions.

thankfully, it's just her switching the song. seconds later the music starts to play again and you hear her date's voice sing along, blissfully unaware of what's happening just feet away from them both.

taking that as a sign to retreat to your bedroom, you take choso's hand and guide him down the hall, single-minded in your goal.

he lets you, knowing that it will pay off.

once you're safely hidden away in your room, you move in tandem as he backs you up towards your twin bed, his lips only leaving your jawline when he needs to catch his breath.

this is going to be really fun.

before you can even repeat your warning to stay quiet, you're lying flat on your back on the mattress, your already-short skirt hiking up your thighs as you settle against the sheets.

choso grins when he sees your nipples pebble against the thin fabric of your vest. his hands trail up your body, thumbs tracing lazy circles as you wriggle to try and shimmy out of your clothes.

he doesn't rush you, though. from the look on his face, you'd guess he could just play with your tits all evening and be more than satisfied.

but you're not of the same opinion. you need his touch somewhere else, need it to the point of aching, and you tell him as much.

he's not the type to tease with words. he's quiet, deliberate, even right now -- but he doesn't need to say what he wants to do out loud. you know with just a look, the way his tongue plays with his lip piercing, the imprint of his cock through his sweats.

even though you've been in this exact situation before, you can't tear your eyes away from the sight of choso getting on his knees before you, tugging your underwear down your legs and pressing wet kisses to your sensitive inner thighs.

you almost cry out before remembering to cut yourself off. hastily covering for yourself, you start to warn him;

"we need to stay --"

"yeah, quiet. i know," he whispers with a smile, not willing to protest too much given the situation he's in now, the one he's pictured every time he's touched himself this past week, since he met you in the abandoned study closet on the third floor on saturday.

since he fucked you against the wall till tears streamed down your cheeks, until your thighs shook around his trim waist, limbs turned to jelly as he wrung orgasm after orgasm from you.

"promise?" you whisper with a little smile, knowing it won't affect your own answer.

your underwear now tossed to the side, he takes his thumb and index finger and spreads you open, the cool air over your exposed flesh making you gasp, reverent in how he looks at you.

"i'll try," comes his hushed answer, before he dips his head in to taste.

the first slide of his tongue has your breath catching in your throat, spine already arching off the bed as he moves slowly, methodically, savouring your taste before circling back on your clit, dragging the tip of his tongue over the hood.

his grip on your thighs is strong but it needs to be in order for you to stay any bit still; you squirm against him, his nails leaving crescent indentations in your skin as he keeps you steady.

at the first broken cry of his name, he stops immediately.

you let out a groan of protest, lifting your head from the pillow to further voice your grievances, only to be met with a petulant-sounding;

"you said to be quiet."

frustrated at your own words being used against you, you let your head fall back, mulling over how to reply.

utahime's music is still playing. they mightn't hear you, you're not being that loud --

but choso still hasn't picked up where he left off.

you know what he's capable of doing with that tongue, those fingers, so you throw in the towel fairly quickly.

"fine."

"use the back of your hand if you need to," he whispers before pausing, leaning over to pick up something, "or use this."

he tosses your own underwear towards you.

you grab it and throw it aside, rolling your eyes playfully.

"it hasn't come to that yet."

"still," he retorts, lowering himself down again, "it could come in handy."

"we'll - we'll see," you choke out, feeling his tongue part you again, wondering if you will actually end up need ingthat makeshift gag,

he licks and suckles, providing just the right amount of pressure as you start to grind against the wet heat of his mouth.

he knows what you need from him.

"one or two?"

you don't need to ask him to clarify. "two."

"already?"

your hand flies up to cover your mouth, pleasured mewls dying in your throat.

once it passes, you let your hands drop back to your side.

well, you could ...

you could just ...

so you do; you fist your hands in his hair, soft and silky under your touch, and answer.

"already."

you feel one of his hands release from your thighs as he starts to stroke himself, low reverberations of his groans enhancing the sensation of his tongue against you.

then the other hand drifts down your waist, hips, until two fingers prod at your entrance, your wetness coating his fingertips before he can even get inside you.

his hand moves slowly while his mouth nips and suckles, your legs spreading even further to allow him room. 

inch by inch he slips inside, meeting no resistance since you're ore than wet enough for two -- maybe even three --

he curls his fingers and you cry out his name.

he doesn't stop this time, though, too enraptured by the sight of his fingers disappearing through your swollen folds to deny himself anything.

the music next door is drowning out any sound you're making, you know it is. you don't want to stop for a moment.

you can't stop.

he pumps his fingers in and out as your hips roll against him, chasing the friction that you need as much as air right now.

you really think you might die without out.

you feel yourself pulse around him; he feels it as well, the way you contract when he hits that spot against your walls, and suctions his lips around your clit in the way he knows will have you coming for him more than once.

with his lips angled like this, you can feel the piercing as it shifts against you; the cold metal should probably feel jarring but it only adds to the sensitivity, a unique sensation that you now can only associate with him.

it's funny -- you haven't been seeing each other for long, only hooking up when you have the chance to go undetected -- but he already knows your tells, the signs that you're close, so close --

you barely hear it, the sound muffled and quiet by intention, but the feeling of him groaning your name as he licks into you is too much, too much, too intense a feeling for you to bear ....

your orgasm hits you like a crashing wave, washing over every nerve in your body as you spasm around his fingers, your limbs turning to jelly as you lose your grip on his hair, hands fumbling with the bedsheets to try to establish yourself.

it is neverending, an all-consuming sensation that lasts until he pulls his fingers out unceremoniously, aftershocks clenching around nothing.

your teary eyes open as you see what prompted his sudden movement

choso's brows are pinched together desperately, almost panicked, as he fists his cock, hips rocking rhythmically.

"you're gonna make me come ... fuck, fuck --"

with a cut-off moan he grips the base of his cock, coming over your stomach, coming ropes that reach your breasts, his head thrown back as his jaw clenches shut.

the sight is enough to prolong your own orgasm, faint ripples running through you even as choso's pleasure starts to ebb away.

"oh fuck," he groans once his cock stills, his chest rising and falling, his sweat-slick skin glistening as he collects himself. "fuck ... I'm sorry."

"don't be sorry," you grin up at him, having come to a sudden realisation. "from the sound of it ... utahime and her date just closed to front door, so ... looks like we have the place to ourselves."

"we do?" he half-pants, half-laughs. "how ... how long has it been since --"

"too long," you cut him off. "so we need to make up for lost time."

it's his turn to grin again, eyes scanning the mess he's made of your chest with a sense of pride.

"happily."

[waklman]

Breakfast in Bed

summary: the best way to start off your morning is with breakfast? right?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni) smut, handjob, cum eating.

a/n: first time writing smut so please go easy on her (cause i hate how this turned out lol) but i just couldn’t get this idea out of my head for them. so. yeah.

word count: 1.2k.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You pause, stuck in an unnatural position—unsure if that’s Bradley’s voice calling out from behind you or not. You had been certain he was still asleep before you started to slip out of bed. 

Convincing yourself that you’re just hearing things, you continue your unusual but typically successful crawl off the mattress, aiming to get yourself into the kitchen to start on breakfast. 

Almost like a scene out of a horror movie, there’s two cold fingers that hook into the waistband of your underwear, making your eyes shoot wide open. He’s awake. 

Bradley immediately pulls you into his side with a solid tug, not giving you a chance to put up a fight as he firmly wraps an arm around you—eyes glued shut the entire time. You try to move, but he mumbles a complaint, tightening his stubborn hold on you.

He’s already started to fall back asleep, moments after capturing you—but you’re wide awake, flaring your nostrils in boredom.

You could’ve got started on the pancake mix by now, and maybe even pour them out into funny shapes for him. 

Sighing in defeat, your eyes dart around the room—looking to distract yourself onto something else. And you find that distraction right away.

You swallow harshly—eyes glued right onto the view of his underwear, and the bulge that presents itself underneath it.

And, before Bradley could finally return to his interrupted slumber, there’s open-mouth kisses being strategically placed underneath his jaw, trailing up to his face—leaving a light trail of saliva in it’s wake.

It pulls him right out of his drowsy state.

He swallows, feeling your plump lips ghost over his own. “Bradley,” you whisper against his mouth, scratching your nails against the band of his boxers, knowing he’s been hard under there. 

His eyes flutter open, heart racing once he’s met with the sight of you softly biting down on his bottom lip, tugging it forward with your teeth before releasing it. 

Bradley sits up at the motion, already moving forward, desperate to feel your mouth against his—but you pull back with a grin.

“Baby, you can’t just—” His breath hitches in his throat.

You don’t say a single thing as you move down to his neck again, leaving fleeting bites there. He groans, feeling you palm over the ache in his boxers next. You put light pressure there, but it’s not enough.

At this point, Bradley thinks he might just unload in his underwear—before you could actually touch him. You’ve been kissing up against his neck, and stroking him long enough through the fabric that there’s a wet patch on his crotch. 

Bradley’s breathless, not sure if he can take it anymore. “Please,” he asks—but it comes off like a whine. He traces his thumbs over your tiny boyshorts. The ones that have been rubbing against him all night. God, who knew the heinous choice of women’s underwear would look so good on you.

“Please, what?” You hum, voice firm against the column of his throat. His mouth fully hangs open now, breaking into a sweat under you. “Please, just touch me,” he begs, unashamed. 

You tug down his boxers roughly, grinning once he shivers at the feeling of you lightly wrapping your fingers around cock. 

Yet, you don’t move—your hand just sit there, completely still. 

“Please I—” Bradley’s sentence completely dies on his tongue, faltering as you sweep your thumb over his swollen tip, smearing the leaking precum in circled motions. 

He tosses his head back against the headboard, overthrown by the sensation. “Fuck,” he groans, face twisted in concentration, relishing in the feeling of your hand starting to slowly travel down his length next—squeezing him as the side of your digits reach the tufts of brown hair sitting on his base. 

You laugh against his flushed neck, nose just lightly brushing against the skin there before you begin sucking and licking away at the sweaty surface, all while working him in slow, deliberate strokes—drawing out an almost painful pant from Bradley’s throat.

It’s dizzying, the way his lungs burn from the restrictive breathing pattern. You pull back, nibbling at his pinkened ear, letting him reposition his neck. 

Bradley looks down with tightly knitted brows and the sight is a fucking dream. His plaid boxers are sloppily pulled down to his lower thighs, and your fingers are tightly wrapped around his length, pumping him up and down at a moderate pace—causing Bradley to let out a shaky breath.

If that wasn’t enough to turn his brain into mush, what you say next, does. “Tell me how it feels princess,” you coo in his ear, with only half your body thrown over his side, starting to expedite your movements.

Your pointer finger grazes the vein on the underside of his cock, and he swears he’s starting to see stars. “I—it feels-” Bradley sputters, squeezing his fingers into the flesh of your hips—a desperate attempt to stop himself from unraveling underneath you.

You don’t give him time to adjust to the new speed, already spurring him on further, kicking it up a notch by moving your hand at a quicker—more grueling pace—one that he can barely process as his cock pulsates in your grip.

It doesn’t take him long to become a complete mess under you, squirming against the mattress, hips rutting upwards to chase your palms—panting for more, jaw fallen completely slack. “C’mon pretty boy, use your words. Tell me how it feels,” you croon condescendingly, lifting a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at you—still not letting up on the intense pace you set.

Bradley weakly meets your stare through half-lidded eyes, barely able to answer you.

All that leaves his mouth is an incoherent string of broken replies, one after the other—he’s almost interrupting himself. “Feels so—ah—fuck—” Bradley’s aware of how pathetic he sounds, struggling to spit out a simple response, but he’s left genuinely unable to—far too overwhelmed from your merciless tempo. 

Amused, you lean in, pecking his blubbering mouth as he screws his eyes shut. “Hm? What was that?” you ask teasingly, forehead pressed against his. “Can't hear you,” you press on. 

“Feels s’good. T-thank you,” he pants against your lips. “Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” You prod, doubling down on the intensity of your movements, making Bradley go lightheaded. 

He hurriedly nods his head against you, in a desperate plea. “Yes—I’m s’close, so so close,” he chants in a pitched voice, heaving under you. 

“Cum then.” 

“Shit. Shit—baby—oh fuck!” He whines, face contorting in pleasure. “Fuck,” he groans loudly, finally releasing all over your hands.

Bradley is completely spent, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat—crooning as you slowly milk him dry, letting his dick fall limp against his stomach afterwards. 

His vision is still splotchy, not noticing you pull your hand back at first.

Bradley blinks rapidly, trying to refocus his eyes—so he could clearly watch you spread his load onto your tongue with a swipe of your finger. 

Before you can even say it, Bradley darts forward, ignoring the way his head spins, to dip his tongue into your mouth, having a taste of himself.

Your tongue swirls against his own, transferring the tangy flavor to him in a deep kiss.

You momentarily part from him, but he chases your mouth for more—and you let him. He angles his head so he can reach his tongue deeper into your mouth. Bradley’s in search of any leftovers. 

Knowing there’s none left, you swipe your wet finger against his cheek, and he moves off at the signal. He puckers his lips after parting from you. You smile, meeting him in a sweet kiss. 

Gently, you stroke your fingers under his chin, petting him affectionately. “Are you in the mood for pancakes now?” You ask, puffing your cheeks.

Bradley laughs in response, eyes softening—knowing you’ve been feening to make him breakfast, since he bought that new pancake mix to try. “Yeah babybear. Want a stack of em.” he answers, leaning into your touch. 

“Dinosaur shaped or airplane shaped? Which one are you in the mood to eat?”

“I want them you shaped.” he grins.

“Bradley I—that’s not.”

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[goldenfigtree]

Noise Complaint

Summary: AU where Leon Kennedy's first day isn't being attacked by zombies but handling a noise complaint which leads to a... miscommunication on your part

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Okay this is Part 1 of a concept that I thought was pretty humorous. part two here! The Porch Swing.

Feel free to let me know what you think :)

The police car door shut abruptly from the force of Office Kennedy’s arm. Hands dropping to his side, he feels the ground pulse a rhythm beneath him. His eyes scanned the area before they planted on the view of a house, neon lights projecting out of it. He let out a sigh of agitation. 

When he told the chief he was ready to go on patrol this wasn’t exactly what he meant. He figured he’d be doing what he signed up for in the first place. Helping people, not telling partygoers to keep their music down. It was definitely given to him because no one else wanted to do it. Give the rookie the dirty work while the other more experienced officers do the real work. That’s definitely what they did. But hey, he had to start somewhere. With a huff of encouragement to himself, he approaches the house, which is practically vibrating with party music and boisterous laughter, and knocks. 

To no avail.

Tightening his lips, he knocks again.

Still nothing.

He holds up his fist to knock on the door one last time until the door suddenly swings open, revealing you. A red cup in your hand and the other hand gripping for dear life on the door knob as you hold your weight against the door. 

“Heyyyy” you slur, a bubbly giggle trailing behind it. lowering his fist, he hesitantly greets you back, 

“Uh.. hi. I’m here because we received a noise complaint for this locat—“ 

“Oohhh” you interrupt, “that’s right, the noise complaint” in a fit of giggles you smile at him mischievously. For what reason, Leon had no idea. But seeing that you were obviously drunk, he just figured you were just saying things, to say things,

“Right” he gingerly responds, narrowing his eyes at your demeanor, “I’m going to have to ask you to turn down the volume a bit” 

“Uh huh” you say mindlessly before grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the chaotic environment,

“Leslie the stripper is here!” 

“The what?!” Leon exclaims. However you don’t hear him over the loud music and drag him through the crowds of people, “I’m not a stripper!” He yells over the music 

“Yeah I know you’re a stripper! You know you’re actually a half hour late!” You yell back, 

“No, I said I’m not a—“ 

“Leslie! There you are!” Once you find a familiar face wearing a bridal sash, you come to a sudden halt, Leon bumping into you in the process with an annoyed groan, “the stripper is here!” You teasingly say in a sing-song voice. 

While you were fully convinced that officer Kennedy was a stripper, her friend panically glanced between you and him, “um, that’s an actual cop” Leslie says sheepishly. You, still drunk and still brutally honest, turn your head to look at him. Your eyelids lower and lift as you shamelessly check him out, 

“Are you sure? He’s too hot to be a cop” the sentence alone makes the hairs on his arms stand up and all the blood in his body rush to his face. With all the patience he has, he takes a deep inhale and leans forward to speak to Leslie,

“There’s been multiple noise complaints about this party so I suggest you put this party to rest or I will” Leon says loud enough for both you and Leslie to hear. Before you could protest, Leslie swings an arm around you and covers your mouth with her hand. 

“We’ll close it down, sorry about the inconvenience” Leslie says apologetically while you try to wriggle free from her grasp. Begrudgingly, Leon moves his way through the crowd until he finally makes it to the door. Relieved to finally be out of the chaos he sits in his police car and leans his head against the headrest, 

“One hell of a first day” he murmurs to himself. 

—

The next morning was less chaotic than the booming music and the overwhelming smell of alcohol of the night prior. However, against his will, he was reminded of last night by his fellow police officers once he walked in, asking how the patrol went. Not wanting to be the laughing stock of the police station as a cherry on top, he failed to mention the part where you called him a stripper. 

Yeah, he still hasn’t gotten over it. 

After a bit of poking fun, he started his work day with paperwork. Although boring, he’d take filling out forms over being mistaken for stripper anyway. He hoped the mindless work would take his mind off of it. Yet, it only made him dwell even further. The thought of it made him aggressively swish and press his pen tip harder on the paper as he signed his signature in one designated box. 

“Hey Rosa” His head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn’t forget that voice even if he tried. Turning he sees you conversing with the receptionist at the front desk,

“Hey how’s it going?” The receptionist greets 

“The usual, just dropping off lunch for Will” you casually say, holding a paper bag in one hand and a pair of sunglasses in the other. Standing up from his desk, he readies himself to confront you once and for all. One foot after the other, he gets closer and closer to the front desk. However, you’re so enthralled in your conversation with the receptionist that you only look up when he clears his throat. You look at him and politely smile, in which Leon doesn’t return, 

“Hi, I’m Officer Kennedy” 

“New recruit? I don’t think I’ve seen you before” Your polite smile soon drops when you notice Leon giving you an incredulous look. All of a sudden, all the things he was going to say to tell you off fell back into his throat. His tongue felt like it was stuck to the top of his mouth, “Are you okay? You don’t look so good” you ask softly, your eyes filled with concern. 

She doesn’t remember anything from last night? Of course she doesn’t remember she was drunk! What was I thinking?

His mind was spinning. Expecting a careless, bigmouthed partygoer, he is instead met with a nice girl with a pretty smile. How the hell was he going to get out of this without looking like a dumbfound idiot?

Clearing his throat he tries his best to calm his nerves, although it was a bit of a dumpster fire in his mind at the moment, “Do you… need something?” He musters to ask. Flashing a sweet smile again, you lift up the paper bag you were holding, 

“My brother works here, just dropping off his lunch. He always forgets it” 

“Ah.. well it was nice to meet you” Leon weakly greets with a shy grin backing away from the receptionist desk slowly to his own desk.

“You too, see you around” 

And with that, he resumes his paperwork, his mind spinning like a tire rolling from its axel. Not sure what to think anymore when it came to you. Was he supposed to act like nothing happened? He didn’t know if he could. Subconsciously shaking his head free from his dwelling he decides that it’s a problem for another day.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @jeeyuns @devirnis and @rewritetheending for fuck it Friday! Here's a soft drable prompt (sweater weather) that I never posted because it's like. Almost identical to the mowing the lawn one. Oh well! Fuck it! I'll add it to the collection!

Buck is laying half on the bed, knees bent so his feet rest on the floor, head turned to watch Eddie get dressed. Eddie, a surprisingly indulgent man, usually lets him have the first shower (when they're not sharing) with only a token complaint and a smile so soft it makes Buck's heart stutter. Eventually Eddie had admitted it was a ploy to stay in bed a few minutes longer, but Buck can hardly begrudge him that when going first is a ploy for this; catching glimpses of newly familiar body parts as as Eddie puts on his boxers, watching the tense of muscles as he slides into his shirt, smiling at the little hop he does as he pulls up his jeans. Buck never liked writing essays but he thinks it would be easy if the topic was Eddie's confident fingers tucking in his shirt and doing up the button fly. He wonders how he could ever explain how handsome he finds the mundane movements of Eddie putting on an old sweatshirt, arms stretching, hands tugging, torso bending, no thought spared to the fluffy mess his hair will become once it's been dragged through the soft inside of the fabric. Eddie catches his eye as he smooths a hand over the faded and crackly Rangers logo.  "Hey," he says, a question in there, a laugh hidden behind it.  "Hi," Buck says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you.  The laugh stops hiding and floats up into the room. Eddie walks to the bed, puts his knees on either side of Buck's thighs, and flops down on top of him. Buck wraps his arms around him and smiles up at the ceiling, smiles into his hair, smiles against his shoulder. Eddie kisses his neck, nothing heated, just resting his lips against Buck’s pulse for a moment. “What about me, specifically?” He comes up to prop his chin on his elbow and look down at Buck as he asks, smiling again, that too soft one. Buck touches his lips with his fingertips. “Uh- that you’re real?” Buck smiles as Eddie laughs, and tries again. “I mean, like… you’re alive and you put on sweatshirts.”  Eddie tips forward again to laugh into Buck’s collar bone. “Hm, yeah? Good to know the bar is pretty low.”  “I mean-“ Buck laughs, too, sliding his hands up and down Eddie’s sides. “I just like the way you exist. I like that you exist.” He taps a little rhythm over Eddie’s ribs. “You… I like that we’re both alive around each other. Not like- I mean sort of in a I’m glad our near death experiences never actually killed us way, but like… I just mean I like being around you, when everything is normal. I like putting on clothes and you put on clothes and… and then we’ll go eat breakfast and do whatever we’re going to do today.” He bumps his head into the top of Eddie’s still resting on his chest. “Does that make sense at all?” Eddie pulls his head up to look at Buck, and the soft smile isn’t there but is hiding right under the surface. He kisses Buck, warm and gentle. “I know what you mean,” he says, quiet, a hand tracing over the shoulder seam of Buck’s red sweater. “I like… that you’re alive and put on clothes, too. And that you do it here, with me.” Buck grins, big and bright and understood, and Eddie kisses him again. “Yeah. You and me.” “You and me,” he agrees, kissing Buck’s forehead before sitting up and then standing. He holds out a hand. “Come on. We’ve got breakfast to eat and whatever to do.” Buck takes his hand and they move into their day. 

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[distortionenby]

Aquarium date

After a very nervous few moments, Gerry is very pleasantly surprised by what Michael planned for his birthday.

(For the Ao3 link)

Thank you gift for ultimate creature @peachtinzz for this lovely lovely fanart it made of on of my previous fics! (Which is also on Ao3)

“Okay. When we get out of the car, promise not to look until I tell you so”

“Michael, it’s just a day. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal of it.”

The blonde snickered before faking offence. “Just a day?! Gerry Delano, you’re turning thirty, it’s your birthday!”

“I knooow” he whined a bit. “But isn’t it like, the age in which birthdays matter even less? I don’t even remember having a proper birthday celebration until you came about, and it’s still… Weird”

“Well, if the past five years have shown me anything about that, is that even if it’s weird, you do end up getting excited about it anyways” he smiled, opting to rub Gerry’s shoulder, then raised his eyebrows in an insinuating way. “Besides, when you actually don’t want to do something, you make it very clear. And so far I haven’t heard any real complaints” he tapped Gerry’s nose and looked at him, waiting for confirmation on his statement.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right… Do I get a clue, at least?” he says, trying to relax his stance a little and undoing the seatbelt.

“No” Michael leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. Gerard let out a laugh and leaned forward, too, until their noses were almost touching, mischief trying to hide how nervous he was.

“I’ll be so annoying on the way to whatever you planned. You’re gonna beg me to stop”

“Gerry, I have dealt with way too many obnoxious people to be annoyed by my own boyfriend purposefully trying to get on my nerves. You’re not getting any clues”

“Okay, I’ll stick to the rules of the game. What else should I do? Plug my ears and pinch my nose?”

Michael looked away, contemplating.

“Now that you mention it… it might be a good idea”

“What? No, that’s not fair! And you know I don’t like when most of my senses are out…” initially Gerry had tried to be playful about it but the deep-seated worry settled in a bit quicker than he expected. Michael was quick to hold his face with both hands so he’d look at him again.

“Oh, love. Nobody’s gonna force you to do that, it’s okay. I was just realising there might be people talking and that will give it away. But at least you’ll be inside before that happens.” The blonde smiled to help the other relax, and both got out of the car. Gerry was facing the opposite way of the building, as per Michael’s instructions but shifted his weight from one leg to the other anxiously.

“I know birthdays are still hard for you, and you know I wouldn’t put you in a situation you wouldn’t like or be safe in. I promise nothing wrong will happen, okay? If you don’t like it and want out, we can stop it all and go home”

“Okay.” Gerard took a deep breath and closed his eyes, reaching for Michael’s hand. The other rubbed his thumb over the goth’s hand for reassurance. He leaned against the blonde’s side, seeking extra contact to ground himself. Michael pet the shoulder opposite to the hand he was holding and awkwardly walked forward, guiding Gerry.

“Now, keep your eyes closed and hold my hand. I’ll tell you whenever there’s a step or when to pause, okay? It’s just until we’re inside and then you can open your eyes. You’re okay, I’ll keep you safe, love.” And slowly, they walked away from the car and into the building. A staff member approached to welcome them, but Michael held his free hand in a motion of silence with a wide grin. The woman recognised him from the other day, and as she looked at the other man with closed eyes and a nervous expression, she nodded and hurried to usher a few kids so they wouldn’t spoil the surprise too soon by their own chatter. Michael relaxed his shoulders, less worried about the tell-tale comments of other visitors.

“Okay, we’re gonna go down a few stairs. You think you can do it for me?”

“Stairs?”

“Yeah! We have to go down a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll be right in front of you and guiding you with both hands” This made Gerry stutter in his step.

“Do they have a lift? I’m feeling a bit too lost to do that” he asked, a slight blush of shame covering his ears.

“Shit, I forgot that’s an option. Yes, we can do that.” Michael hurried, turning him around gently and walking away from the stairs. He noticed Gerry was still a bit tense “Are you okay? We can stop, we’re inside the building already”

“No, I’m good. I just need to stand still for a bit. I trust you.”

“Let me know, okay? I want you to tell me the truth if you really want out, I won’t mind, I promise.” The ding of the elevator and the hum of the door opening filled in the silence before Michael spoke. “It’s your birthday. I care more about how you feel than any of this”

“I trust you. You won’t let me get hurt, even on accident, like… ever. I’m just being a bit of a baby.”

“No, Gerry. I promise it’s okay. I don’t think you’re being a baby for feeling uneasy” Michael’s tone was now starting to reach an anxious pitch. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Gerry squeezed his hand and smiled a bit.

“Michael, if there’s anyone I can relax around, it’s you. And I need to acknowledge that and trust that you’ve planned something nice for my birthday like you always try to” he muttered, one of his eyelids trembling trying to take a peek.

“No cheating. I saw that.”

“And I didn’t” He stuck his tongue out. “Okay, I can do this…” he breathed in again and stepped into the lift. He rested his head on Michael’s shoulder “Is it a lot?”

“Like four floors down.”

“Where the hell is this?”

“Nowhere close to hell, that’s for sure.”

The two waited for the new ding and the shifting of the metal doors to let them out. Gerry’s first thought was that he heard running water. And that it was a bit cold. He could hear a few kids in the distance too.

“Okay, we’re almost there. Just to the main hallway… here. Open your eyes” Michael was standing to his side, but forward enough to face him. He probably wanted to see his expression once he saw where they were.

It was dark, and different shades of light blue surrounded them. The walls were all dark blue as well, except for ones that were… glass? Gerry froze, having spotted something looming overhead in the glass case above them.

“Michael…” it was dry, like he was worried raising his voice would make him fall. And when tears started falling, Michael understood it like that and rushing to hold his side just in case, face-full of concern.

“I’m sorry, I really am, Ger-”

“Michael, that’s a zebra shark!” he interrupted and pointed up so Michael knew where to look. The blonde took a few seconds of confusion to look at his boyfriend’s face, bright and smiling wide, tearing up at the creature swimming over his head. Its mouth was closed, the two bits Michael assumed were… nostrils? making it look like a smiley face. Flat and silly. “Look, there’s another one!”

“Um… Happy birthday?” the blonde followed him around the area, still a bit tense about the fact the other had started crying.

“You’re kidding! I’ve never been to one of these places before!”

“I know!” he laughed, finally relaxing again as Gerry kept nodding or pointing at the fish and other animals beyond the glass and checking the signs to see if he got the names right. Michael strolled closely and sometimes tried to join in on guessing what the name of the fish Gerry was pointing at was. When they got to a small rest area with a few screens showing time-lapses of a coral reef, with the droning voice of some narrator that tried to emulate but clearly wasn’t Sir David Attenborough, Michael reached for Gerry’s hand.

“I’ve been trying to figure a way to bring you here ever since I saw how excited you got over that deep sea exploration documentary you caught on TV one night. You were beaming at every shot and looked so happy. It made me want to scoop you up and take you right then and there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve said yes immediately”

“I didn’t want you to pass out from excitement before we even got in the car. Besides… reaching thirty is a big deal. I wanted it to be special.”

“So you took my old ass to my childhood dream?”

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that, I mean-” he was cut off by Gerry hugging him and lifting him off the floor a bit. Michael flailed for a second, but soon felt he was back with his feet on the ground and his jumper had started feeling warm and wet.

“Thank you… I’m sorry, I’m not crying because it’s bad. I just-” Michael took out a tissue and let Gerry blow his nose, leading him to a bench nearby. He showered the goth in small, mumbled reassurances against his dark hair, letting him cry his fill. He even turned around a bit in case Gerry didn’t want others to see him crying.

“Is it too overwhelming?”

“Yes, but in a good way. I always wanted to come here, but at first my mum said it was a ridiculous thing to do, and then…” he sniffled, trying to clean his eye without messing up the makeup too much. Michael gently tapped the corner of his eye with the edge of the tissue. “I suppose I kept pushing it away because I felt I couldn’t give myself the pleasure while doing what I do”

“Lucky for you, I think you deserve getting a few joys more often than what you usually allow” Michael crouched in front of him and held both his hands. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of?”

“I don’t think it’ll ever compare to what seeing a Stygiomedusa Gigantea face to face must feel like, but with the sharks it’s pretty close”

“Stygio- … what?” the puzzled look on Michael’s face made Gerry burst into laughter, quickly covering his own mouth as to not bother other visitors, but still giggling.

“Oh, I’ll show you when we get home! They’re these huge deep-sea jellyfish. Real spooky but like in a goth way” he explained, and Michael gave him a knowing look.

“Of course it’s in a goth way” he chuckled and stood back up, offering a hand to Gerry so they could keep walking.

The lights and the blue hues made Gerry look like a ghostly apparition, eyes puffy from crying and bright white face with a chain choker. Michael’s hair, in turn, looked very green in some areas where the light was less focused. They passed a few ray exhibits, but sadly they were very full of excited children and it would’ve been hard to get close.

Gerry stopped at a tank full of jellyfish. They swarmed together and floated slowly creating a sort of colourful, glassy wreath of squishy orbs. A few people were taking pictures in front of it like it was an ethereal frame or a backdrop around them.

“Michael, look there for a second”

“Here? Why? Do you want me to find something in the jellyfish?”

“Try to guess what you have to look at.” He walked back and fished out of his pocket a small, flat camera. One of the instant ones he always had at hand in case of encounters with the stranger. Gerry quietly asked another visitor to take a few pictures.

The sound of the photograph coming out was enough to clue Michael, and he turned around right in time when Gerry had reached his side, planting a kiss to his cheek. Another whirr of the camera and Michael blushed brightly, realising what was happening. He decided to take a bit of revenge by holding Gerry from the waist and lifting him up, kissing the crook of his neck where the blonde knew he was a bit ticklish.

He let go once he felt the embarrassment was equal and Gerry went back to retrieve his camera and the pictures, and to thank the visitor for the help. She looked amused at how this very tall figure, in very intimidating boots and piercings and makeup, kept giggling with every word he said as he looked at the pictures, and seemed overall very soft in his demeanour around the even taller blonde he had kissed.

“Feeling better already?”

“Very much so. Thank you, Michael” Gerry had leaned against his shoulder and murmured the words. He held Michael's hand and watched the jellyfish float about a little longer before walking on.

Once the journey through the many marine critters’ displays ended, Michael and Gerry left. Hand-in-hand, they got back into Michael's car and they went to a quiet café to celebrate with a piece of blueberry cheesecake and tea. They talked about the past year's events, and Michael sang Happy Birthday to Gerry, handing him a necklace with an iron moulded figure of a shark.

“It was amazing.”

“Mm?”

“Today. Thank you for insisting on… celebrating. I know I can be a handful with birthdays, so I'm really glad you had the patience”

Michael hugged Gerry by the side, wrapping his arms around his neck. “It was no problem, love. I'm very glad you had a good time.”

“Now I need to figure out your childhood dream venue for your birthday.”

“… Home.”

“Huh?”

“I always dreamed to be with someone I felt at home with. I'd really like whatever as long as it's together…”

[rfxiii]

Happy Late Halloween

(I wrote a story about Michael dressed up in that cop uniform but then forgot to post it. Oops.)

*TW: Smut

He’d shown up at your apartment after a job for Devin Weston. He’s normally so well dressed in his name brand clothing from Ponsonby’s. But today he shows up a little differently. The uniform button up he’s wearing fits perfectly, the pants hug him in all the right places- perfectly accentuating his ass and legs while giving a clear outline of his cock against his thigh, and the sunglasses he gazes at you over are the cherry on top. His boots creak a bit as he rocks on his heels and rests in the doorway of your home- his arm propped against the frame as he smirks down at you.

“Evening, angel.”

You bite back a giggle, batting your lashes at him while you take in how absolutely sexy he looks in that uniform, “Evening, officer. How can I help you?”

His smirk grows into a full blown grin before he schools his expression. He’d hoped you’d be into this, “Well, I’m actually out responding to a complaint. Apparently one of your neighbors called about a noise disturbance.”

You gasp softly, putting a hand to your chest and giving him your best look of surprise, “Noise? It’s just been me here, all alone, all day. Did they say what kind of noise?”

He leans in a bit closer, lowering his glasses and trapping you in the enthralling blue of his gaze, “A pretty thing like you getting left home alone all day? Now that’s hard to believe. Ya see, the call said they heard screaming.. Said they could hear you all across this floor moaning and yelling, saying some man’s name.”

You bite your lip softly, looking away with a flush on your cheeks, “Oh.. That..” His eyes light up as you play along, hanging on your every word while his cock strains against the tight fabric of his policeman’s uniform.

“Yeah. That. So? Go ahead. What exactly were you doing this afternoon?” Michael presses, tilting your chin up with the tip of his finger.

You turn away, looking at him from under your lashes, “Well-… My boyfriend.. He’s away a lot.. I’m home alone.. I miss him. I get lonely.. So, I guess I-.. I was-.. Thinking about him..”

He’d caught you..about two weeks ago. He’d come to see you later than usual that night. You had been lonely- had been thinking of him. You’d given him a key a long time ago but you hadn’t expected him to walk in and find you…taking care of yourself. He’d stood there for a bit before announcing himself- listening to you gasping, moaning, crying his name as you brought yourself closer and closer to release. You’d been more than embarrassed. And clearly he’d still been thinking about it too.

A low chuckle slips from his lips, a hand drifting down your body to rest at your waist, “Ah.. I see. Well, I’m gonna need to come in. You’re gonna need to sign this citation. I’m gonna have to write you a ticket for disturbing the peace.”

You gasp softly, stepping back as he walks into the apartment and shuts the door. You stride forward until you’re right in front of him and his back is pressed to the door. With your palms pressed flat to his chest you lean up until your lips are barely a hair's breadth away, “Please, officer.. I can’t-.. I can’t afford a ticket.. Isn’t there..anything else I can do to fix this?”

He lets out a low hum, pulling off his sunglasses and leaning down until his nose brushes yours, “Ooh.. I think we can definitely work something out, angel.”

His lips are on yours before you can formulate another sentence, tugging you closer and slipping his tongue past your lips as he takes control. You pull away to gasp for air and as you do you feel Michael’s fingers tighten in your hair- his grip firm and controlling but not quite tight enough to hurt. You don’t question him, simply sinking to your knees while your fingers war with the belt and the buttons of his uniform pants.

“That’s it.. So good.. You do a good job and I think I’d be willing to drop those charges.” Michael chuckles, still playing into his role as the corrupt police officer.

You giggle softly, low and seductive as you look up at him and let the tip of your tongue wet your lips. You've finally gotten his pants opened, pushing them and his boxers just low enough on his hips for his thick, fat cock to spring feel. He’s impossibly hard and your mouth begins to water at the thought of all he can do with that impressive length.

Your hand grips gently around him, stroking him slowly while you press soft kisses to his tip. Michael lets out a low, throaty groan, gripping tighter onto your hair and pulling you closer. You eagerly submit to his wordless demand, guiding his cock past your lips and relishing in his delicious weight against your tongue. Your fist strokes what you can’t fit down your throat, your spit lubing up your actions and your tongue paying special attention to the thick vein under his shaft. The alternation between firm, steady sucks and playful licks and teasing kisses drives Michael wild, and it’s not long before he’s guiding you faster up and down his length with his grip in your hair. You can take him deeper, it’s just so hard with his impressive size- but when his grip tightens and he starts sliding more of himself deeper down your throat it’s all you can do to relax your jaw and swallow him down.

His moans are low and raspy, and his praise and muttered words have you so wet you can feel yourself soaking your underwear. You’re taking him fully now and his legs tremble from the pleasure as he nears his end, “Uugh yeah, baby! That’s it! You’re doin’ so good. Yeah, you like that, huh? You like suckin’ this cock. Fuuuck! You feel so fuckin’ good.. Come on! Uugh, come on! I’m gonna- Fuuck, I’m gonna cum. And you’re gonna swallow it all.”

His order sends chills of ecstasy up your spine, and you eagerly speed up to push him over the edge. Without warning, Michael lets out a loud shout of pleasure, gripping your hair tightly and holding your head in place as he cums down your throat. And just like he’d demanded, you eagerly swallow down every hot, bitter pump of cum that coats your throat.

Slowly, he gathers himself- pulling out of your mouth and pulling up his pants before helping you up off your knees. He chuckles softly, taking in your teary eyes from where you’d fought back a gag, your mussed up hair, your swollen, puffy lips, and the pleased little smile on your lips, “Goddamn, sweetheart.. You have no idea how much I missed you.” Michael chuckles as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

You giggle softly, leaning into his chest as you look up at him in dazed adoration, “So,-.. Do you think we can just let this go, officer? you tease.

A genuine laugh slips from Michael’s lips as he holds you tightly, “Ya know what? I think I may just need some more convincing.”

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

This Is Kinda Nice Too (3)

So this follows on from the previous 'This Is Kinda Nice Too' little fics that stemmed from a prompt I received. I don't know why but I this little scenario just wouldn't leave my head so here we are. Can be read alone, but part 1 and 2 add a bit of context.

Part One

Part Two

“Mel?”

“Five more minutes,” comes the mumbled reply from the red head without opening her eyes.

Barb can only smile at the sight before her.  Her best friend was currently using you as her personal mattress and pillow combined, the two of you somehow fitting together on the tiny camp bed.  “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?”

“Hmm, yes please,” you murmur, still in a sleepy warm haze and not quite comprehending the position the kindergarten teacher had found you in. 

Barb meanwhile just shook her head, chuckling to herself.  She had gone to offer Melissa a cup of coffee this morning only to find her small hut empty.  It only took one guess as to where the other woman would be.  With Ava currently trying to find the red head in an attempt to make her fulfil her promise to make a proper breakfast that morning she thought it best she come to wake the sleeping dragon rather than anyone else.  “Remember you said you’d make breakfast.”

“Five minutes,” comes the whine in reply.

“Tea first,” you mumble.  “Always tea first.”  You hear the door of your hut squeak shut, only then properly opening your eyes.  The first thing you see is the mass of red hair spilled across your chest where Melissa is half draped over the top of you.  You can’t help but smile, nuzzling into the soft hair.  “Morning.”

“Shh, sleeping,” whispers Melissa, still not moving. 

You hardly have grounds for complaint.  You can’t deny waking up with her was nice.  It would be nicer in an actual bed, without Barb as an alarm clock, but you’ll take what you can get. 

“I can hear you thinking,” comes a sleepy grumble against your chest.

You smile.  “Good thoughts.”

“Better be.  People who have bad thoughts in bed with Melissa Schemmenti don’t get back in bed with Melissa Schemmenti.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

*

You’ve never enjoyed teambuilding activities; always found them more stressful than useful.  Then again, you’ve never gone on a teambuilding weekend with Melissa Schemmenti. 

It’s now as you’re packing up to leave that you realise you’re actually going to miss your little weird weekend getaway.  You’re going to miss having those quiet moments alone with Melissa that this weekend has given you. 

Fastening the straps of your rucksack you hoist it over your shoulder, about to head to the minibus to join your colleagues when you spot the red head through the open door of her little hut.  Surely it’s not too much to ask for one more moment alone with her before you have to head back to reality?

Dropping your bag down by the fire pit, you sidle over, hovering just in the doorway as she zips the last few items in her bag, topping it off with her customary baseball bat.  “Hey,” you say quietly, fidgeting as your nerves begin to take hold.  “Before we go…I just wanted to ask one thing.  This, whatever this is, is it a thing that only happens here?”

“What happens in the bush stays in the bush?” she smirks, looking up at you.

You drop your head, a blush creeping up your cheeks.  “Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m asking.  Only…if it is, well, we went from holding hands to jumping into bed.  I think we missed something.”  You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to look up, encouraged, by the soft smile on her face.  “Something I don’t want to leave here without doing.”

Taking a step forward, lean in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.  You pull back, feeling your cheeks heat up at your own boldness.  You don’t get the chance to step away, however as strong hands catch your arms, keeping you in pace.

“That was kinda nice too,” says Melissa, her words almost a whisper before she leans in to press her lips to your own once more.  It’s soft.  It’s chaste.  It’s almost innocent and it makes your heart flip.  “What are you doing next weekend?”

Still caught up in the fact that you’ve now officially kissed the red head twice, it takes you a moment to register the question.  “Er, nothing.  Why?”

“How about dinner?”

“Like a date?” you ask, barely daring to breathe.

She chuckles.  “I was kinda hoping-“

“Just tell me where and when,” you say, almost cutting her off mid-sentence in your eagerness to agree. 

She grins.  “How about my place?  I could cook?”

“Are you two coming or are we leavin’ you to the bears?”

You both jump at Ava’s screech, almost knocking heads.  She leans in, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before stepping back to grab her bag.  “I’ll make something special,” she says, pausing in the doorway to the small hut. 

“It could be pizza and beers and it would still be special to me,” you tell her, ignoring your still blushing cheeks, a wide smile on your face.

She smiles back at you, a soft chuckle leaving her lips.  “Cute.  But maybe some other time,” she quips.  “Let me show you what a proper Schemmenti dinner date looks like first.” 

As she passes, she lets her hand brush yours.  You let your eyes follow her as she heads for the minibus, quickly following a few moments later when you realise you’re simply standing staring.  Grabbing your bag, you climb onto the bus just in time to see Barb give a smiling Melissa a knowing look, only for the red head to roll her eyes.

Sitting a couple of rows behind the pair, you set your bag on the empty seat next to you, wanting the space to process the last few minutes on your own without any incessant chatter of any of your other colleagues.  As Ava turns the key in the ignition, Melissa turns to look at you over her shoulder, a soft smile on her face.

You can’t help but offer a smile in return.  Yeah, this is kinda nice, you think.

[ladyluscinia]

OFMD fandom has me thinking about Protagonist Centered Morality, like, in general.

I feel like we only call it that when we think it's been handled wrong and are criticizing it, even though - let's be honest - we have all bought into some degree of protagonist centered morality in our favorite show. Like. It's the beating heart behind the very idea of a Mook - the faceless darkside minion that your heroes can destroy without any moral consequence for that action because who gives a shit? It's basically inescapable in every cop-show (or reskinned cop show like spn), chosen one story, action movie, revenge quest, underdog tale... we fucking love it when the universe agrees "yeah they earned that" and will generally just roll our eyes at people going "ok but you know your fictional murderers are doing bad things, right?"

Until we don't.

And, like, as an offshoot of this... 99% of the time, when you're criticizing a show for its protagonist centered morality, the most straightforward way to get your point across is complaining about whatever happened. "X did Y and then we're just supposed to forget about it?" Or "X is being such a hypocrite about Z!" And then someone else (real or hypothetical) pushes back with some point about how the story / other characters / etc. don't treat this as a problem and that kicks off the framing criticisms. But is it really about what they did?

People will object to the protagonist centered framing of actions they don't consider that serious, and be satisfied or unconcerned with the framing of actions they find borderline unforgivable. Protagonist centered morality can casually handwave (or seriously penalize) the whole spectrum of morally questionable actions from being a shit in high school to committing massive war crimes. Sometimes the primary complaint is that the protagonist already took a stance against this action, so now being fine with doing it themselves is hypocritical and out of character, and the problem with protagonist centered morality seems to be more that it's letting the OOC part slide.

The concept engages with genuine criticism of a characterization or character's actions as a shorthand, but the part it's actually complaining about is closer to feeling the narrative failed somewhere on a meta level to calibrate how much the audience should care about this event (and what level of in-universe caring would then satisfy).

It's not (at least usually) a fancy way of putting forward character crit of the good guys - most people who want to do that are just going to do so directly. If anything it has more in common with being upset at a story for breaking your Suspension of Disbelief (usually in the arena of character relationships).

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Loser II

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Summary: You try to take some time apart from Enid to sort through your feelings and maybe get over your crush. After all, Enid was happy in her relationship. Right?

Warnings: swearing, confessions, crying, anxiety attack, angst

Words: 2,276

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

You tried to follow Yoko's advice, truly. However, Enid was ever present in your thoughts. Just at the edges of your mind during your classes, floating to the forefront of your mind when you tried to sleep at night. You tried to stop thinking about her, but every time you saw her in the halls your heart would skip a beat, your eyes would linger on her. You avoided her to the best of your ability and it helped a bit. The ache in your chest was reminder enough though.

Perhaps your avoidance of her attributed to the fact you were oblivious to her and Ajax's growing relationship conflicts. He was being his usual oblivious self and it was making Enid feel uncared for; unloved. His excuse of "not knowing" Enid didn't wear silver jewelry, that she didn't like roses, or that she hated dark chocolate only held up for so long. After they'd been dating for so long Enid got sick of reminding him. These were simple things you were supposed to remember about somebody, especially somebody you were supposed to love.

She kept telling him how his actions made her feel, so he'd apologize and promise to do better. She'd be placated for a while, Ajax's behavior improving for a week or so until he'd simply go back to his old ways. He was too preoccupied with getting high with his friends and playing hooky to put the adequate amount of effort into his relationship. To him, it was just casual dating.

Eventually Enid got fed up and broke up with him, spending the next few days crying to Yoko, eating icecream, and watching reruns of Glee. You were oblivious to this for nearly a week, too busy moping and self isolating in hopes you'd get over Enid to even notice.

That is, until you were hanging out with Yoko by the lake and studying, when she casually mentioned how she felt bad for Enid, but was happy to see her feeling better.

"What? What's going on with Enid?" You asked, worry sparking in your stomach at the thought of something bad happening to Enid or possibly one of her family members. Yoko gave you a side eye, looking suspicious.

"You don't know? I'm shocked, I thought you'd throw a party at the news." She said drily as she lowered her sunglasses to eye you with an unimpressed look.

"What?" You pressed, leaning forward, growing nervous at how she was acting. 'Why would I be excited over something that was hurting Enid? Unless...' You felt a flicker of hope somewhere deep in your chest.

"Enid broke up with Ajax last week. She got sick of him flaking on her and not paying attention to her interests." Yoko said with a dismissive wave, leaning back against the trunk of an oak tree as she looked back down at her book.

"What?" You nearly shouted in shock, your heart feeling as if it stopped entirely in your chest at the news. You were elated, but a feeling of guilt and something else settled in your stomach. Yes you were excited at the aspect of being able to actually date Enid, however some part of you felt guilty. You were practically praying on her relationships downfall, and even though now you have the chance to treat her the way she deserves, it is also painful to break up with someone. You'd never wish pain upon Enid, despite all your complaints about their relationship before.

Also, a feeling of something akin to disgust rose within you. You felt... predatory for your thoughts. You were such a loser- such a creep- for waiting on Enid's breakup to try and sweep her off of her feet. It made you feel gross and dirty.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't know? Y'know, with your whole obsession with her and all. How did you really not know?" Yoko inquires, shooting you a curious look. You shrugged, looking down at your hands that were absentmindedly plucking grass.

"I mean, I was taking your advice and trying to distance myself from her, so I've been kinda... avoiding her? I mean I was trying to get over her I guess." You say lamely, shrugging halfheartedly as you lean back on your palms and look up at the leaves above your head.

"And how is that going?" Yoko asked sarcastically. You shot her a glare before sighing, blushing slightly.

"No luck. It's like she owns my thoughts or something." You say, slightly irritated at Enid's hold on you, even though she didn't have the slightest romantic inclination towards you.

"Hm... Well now's your chance I guess." Yoko said simply, raising her eyebrows as she continued looking down at her book. You shot her a look.

"C'mon you know that's not fair. I'm not gonna just swoop in like a vulture the second she breaks up with him. Plus it's not healthy to jump from one relationship to another, she should take some time to herself to get over it first." You say quietly as you begin braiding blades of grass together.

"You're right, but even if you're not pursuing a relationship with her she still needs support right now. She isn't dumb, she's noticed you avoiding her." Your heart dropped in your chest at her words, anxiety flooding your system, "If there's any time she needs a friend it's now." Yoko finishes, giving you a pointed look. Another flash of guilt swamped your system. 'I'm such a dick. Of course she'd notice I'm avoiding her! And when she's going through a breakup too? That's when she needs friends most, and I'm just absent because I can't handle my stupid crush?' You mentally berate yourself.

"You're right, I've been an asshole. I'm gonna talk to her." You say, more to yourself than to Yoko as you get to your feet and brush off your clothes, picking up your bag.

"Goodluck." Yoko says with a dismissive wave, a small smile curving at her lips as you head towards Enid's dorm. Your pace was quick and you felt anxiety flood your veins as you walked. Should you get her a gift of some sort? Is that creepy? Would it seem weird to just show up out of nowhere? Your anxious thoughts came to a halt when you realized you were stood outside of Enid's dorm. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, taking a deep breath before knocking.

A few moments later Enid was opening the door, a look of surprise briefly gracing her features. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks were shiny from old tears; it was obvious she had been crying. You felt guilty for thinking she looked so pretty, her eyelashes damp with as her blue eyes glittered with unshed tears.

"Oh, hi." She said awkardly, looking a bit hesitant at your sudden appearance after avoiding her for the past few weeks.

"Uh- hi. I heard about," you paused, swallowing nervously, "I heard about you and Ajax. I just came to say I'm really sorry. I know you thought he was gonna be the one, and I know breakups are tough. Just- if you need me for anything I'm here." You say, your tone slightly shaky with nerves, but earnest nonetheless. Enid stared at you a moment before stepping back and inviting you into her dorm.

"Thank you... you can come in. I kinda just- I could use somebody to talk to I guess." Enid murmurs, her tone uncharacteristically quiet. Your heart ached to see her so down. You followed her into the dorm and hesitantly sat on the edge of her bed. She crawled back under the covers, hugging a stuffed bear to her chest as she sniffled.

"I just don't get why he couldn't just listen. I'd tell him stuff he did bothered me or made me feel like he didn't care but he'd just keep doing it. It's not like I was asking for a lot, right?" Enid asked softly, her tone uncertain as she wipes her eyes and glances down at you. You scoot closer to her, absentmindedly brushing a damp piece of hair off her cheek. Your fingers brushed hers and she quickly grasped your hand in hers. You fought the way your pulse raced, stamping down on butterflies. You knew Enid was touchy with everyone, you weren't special.

"No, of course not. It's not a lot to ask to want your boyfriend to listen to you, and care about you, and care to learn your interests." You reassure her, squeezing her hand as she blinked up at you. She nodded slightly, her gaze drifting off to the side once more.

"You're right." She whispered, the room lapsing into a comfortable silence as you sat next to her, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. Part of you felt gross, like you were somehow taking advantage of the situation by holding her hand and feeling a flutter in your chest. As if you were preying on her moment of weakness to grant yourself some satisfaction from physical touch. Guilt gnawed at you as you looked down at her, wondering if you even being here was somehow wrong.

"Why were you avoiding me?" Enid asks in a small voice, her eyes peeking up at you over the edge of her comforter. You blinked at her, taken aback by her words. You honestly didn't think she would even notice your absence. You never felt as if she really even saw you.

"I wasn't-" You began, but as your eyes met her glossy, vulnerable gaze you let out a resigned sigh. "I was just... I was struggling with something and I needed some space." You say, trying to be as vague as possible. Enid's brow furrowed as she sat up, bringing her body closer to yours, causing you to feel a blush rise to your ears as you ignored the way your stomach swooped.

"What do you mean? Is everything okay?" She asked, and you felt crushing guilt at the way she looked at you. 'What type of person am I? Making her feel bad for me when she's the one going through a breakup? I ignore her and then show up at her dorm demanding her comfort?' You mentally berated yourself, swallowing nervously as you looked at your lap.

"Yeah! No, don't even worry about me it's actually really stupid. I'm sorry for just kinda ghosting you like that. You don't deserve it." You mumble, your gaze meeting hers for a moment before you were forced to look away, her gaze too intense. "I would have come sooner if I had known about what happened with you and Ajax, but Yoko just told me today so... I came as soon as I knew." You whispered, feeling shame burn at your ears.

"I mean, it's not stupid if it's bothering you so much." Enid says, her voice gentle as she takes your free hand in hers, running her thumb over the backs of them. You felt guilt crush your insides. Enid was so good. She was so warm and soft and loving and you didn't deserve her kindness. After you spend days and nights praying on her relationships downfall just so you'd get a chance. If she knew she surely wouldn't want to even talk to you anymore.

"It's- It's really selfish of me." You whispered, your heart racing as you realized you might confess to her right now. It'd be the worst timing, with her fresh out of a relationship. You'd seem like such a predator, waiting to pounce the second she was single again. Which you suppose is what you are, so why not enlighten her and let her make the decision herself?

"I just... Seeing you and Ajax together was... hard for me. It was really getting to me so I needed to take some time away to try and... sort through my feelings." You manage to choke out, heart pounding as you stare firmly at Enid's comforter. There's a tense silence as Enid's hands still in yours.

"Did you- do you like Ajax?" She asks, sounding confused and slightly hurt. Your gaze snaps to hers in panic as she pulls her hands out of yours.

"No! No I do not like Ajax. Quite the opposite really." You blurt out, giving a nervous chuckle as you desperately search her gaze, trying to convey that you did not have feelings for her ex boyfriend. Her brows furrowed in confusion for a moment.

"Then what-" It was like a switch flipped in her mind as her eyes widened and her jaw slackened in surprise. "Oh." Was all she said, blinking owlishly at you. You gulped, unable to read her expression.

"I know- I'm sorry. I can't help it, I tried getting over it and just ignoring it but seeing you with him and seeing the way he was treating you- God this makes me sound like such an asshole." You blurt out, your pulse racing so fast you felt lightheaded. You stand up, heading towards the door, your mind spinning as you can only imagine what she thinks of you now.

"I'm sorry- I'll just go. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even come here. I didn't mean to- I just-" You stammer as you fumble with the doorknob.

"Wait-" Enid tries, standing up to head after you but you cut her off.

"I'm sorry, just forget about it." You say, opening the door and leaving her dorm, shutting the door behind you as you practically run to Yoko's room.

[heyidkyay]

I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Twenty

A/n: Hello lovelies:)! Part 20 is here!! Felt like I owed you lot a quicker update after the last and it's a much longer one than usual too! It's probably my favourite so far actually, so I hope you enjoy x

| Just a brief mention- this chapter has a lot of different scenes! You'll understand more of what I mean as you read on but a lot happens! ALSO I'm nowhere near fluent in the language used in this part, I did it as a gcse and that's about it. So pls don't slew me in the replies! Thanksssss, love you lots!

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: Thievery. (yes.) ummm, swearing's always a given, a grumpy Ross too... lots of fluff and fun though? Or bits and pieces of it at least. Oh and a little ribbing against Americans but they're alllll just stereotypes!! And I do love you lot so it's not said nastily x

Feel like a lot could go wrong with this part, pls don't hate me😅

Masterlist

—

“Alright. Start packing.”

I frowned over at the suitcase Matty had thrown onto my bed.

“For what?” I replied from where I was perched on the window seat, knees tucked up under my chin with a book in hand. It was one of the three places I’d taken to hiding in since my last outing at Delia’s a couple of days ago. Hiding seemed like the best option right now.

“Airport.” Matty told me in prompt, already having walked his way over towards my chest of drawers and begun pulling out an array of tops. He wrinkled his nose between two and then glanced at me from over his shoulder, “Why do you have two of the same fucking shirt?”

With a crease between my brow, I fixed him with a halfhearted glower. “Says you. And why are you headed to the airport?”

“We.” Matty corrected casually, flinging a pair of denim shorts onto the bed. “Why are we headed to the airport. And well, ’cause we are.” He gave me a simple shrug as though things were that easy.

“Matty…” I tried, wearily shuffling forward out of my comfortable position so that I could move closer to him. “What do you mean? Why are we going to the airport?”

“Because,” He drawled out, still riffling through the top drawer of my dresser, “Airports are where planes take off, you know, those big metal birds you see in the sky.”

“Right. Yeah. I get that.” I answered him, absolutely baffled. “But why?”

“Why what?”

I groaned and Matty flashed me a shit-eating grin, obviously pleased with himself.

“Why are we going to the airport, Matty!”

“‘Cause we’re getting on one of those metal birds.”

“Matty, we are not getting on a fucking plane.” I denied, eyes as wide as saucers whilst I hastily tried to stop him from throwing any more of my wardrobe about the room. “So stop being a div and put all my shit back.”

Matty merely rolled his eyes and ignored my complaints, only turning back to face me when he held a yellow laced thong between two fingers and catapulted it at me. I scowled and swiped the offending item from off my head.

“Matty!” I stressed, getting the ump now.

“Oh, come on. Just go with it, yeah?” He said then, looking at me with a tilted head and appeasing eyes. “I figured we could both use some time to just chill, relax even. And the only time I’ve ever felt closer to being exactly that was when we were sixteen and in Tenerife.”

I blinked back at him owlishly, not really internalising his words. “The holiday with your dad and Lou?” 

Matty started nodding away at me in reply before he spun back around and headed for the sliding door that hid the rest of my clothes. “Exactly! Figured a couple days spent lounging under the Spanish sun might do us both some good.”

I gaped at his retreating back, beyond bewildered at this point.

“Are you being serious?”

“When have I ever fucking joked about a holiday, darlin'?” He quipped right back and I had to card a hand through my hair in attempt to try and wrap my head around things.

Now that I was actually messing with it I figured my hair probably needed a wash, but even so I couldn’t linger too much on that thought, not when Matty was apparently jetting off to Tenerife with a suitcase full of my clothes!

“Matty, just… please slow down, would you?” I murmured, tugging at my scalp as I glanced about my room that was in sudden disarray. 

Matty pivoted on his heel to face me, a couple hangers dangling off the crook of his elbow. I shook my head and chose not to focus on that, nor the loose strands of hair that fell into my face.

“I can’t just go to Tenerife!” I told him imploringly, “Are you actually insane?”

I was met with a pinched expression and thin lipped smile, “Why not?”

I spluttered at him. “Why not?! Because I’ve got things keeping me here! Like my next check up, and my job at Delia’s! My fucking arm is still in a cast, Matty! And I still struggle to get in and out of bed most days! How the hell am I meant to get on a plane to Spain?”

Matty’s stance seemed to shift upon hearing my worries and so he dropped the bundle of clothes he held, I tried not to wince at the motion even as he trod over them to stand closer to me. 

“Love, listen to me, yeah? You’ll be back in time for your next appointment, we’ll be gone a couple days max. And Delia doesn’t need you anywhere near her shop until you’re right as rain again.” His eyes were searching mine, he had a careful hand on my shoulder. “Besides the excuse about your arm is utter crap, and you are getting better. So much so in fact, that even Dr Mann reckons a bit of sun will do you some good.”

I frowned. “You spoke to Dr Mann?”

Matty gifted me lopsided smile, “‘Course I did. She even recommended a couple of sunscreens to me and insisted I buy you one of those umbrella hats to keep the sun off your giant head.”

I glared at him. “You better fucking not.”

That smile of his started to grow and his eyebrows lifted in excitement the second I realised what I’d just said. “So, is that a yes then?”

I chewed on my lower lip, gaze darting between Matty’s own ruddy brown and then swallowed thickly.

“‘Spose so.” I mumbled with only a tiny knot of anxiety welling in my stomach. 

Matty grinned brightly and I couldn’t help my light chuckles when he started jumping about excitedly, looking like a Labrador that’d just been let of its lead. 

“Fucking Tenerife baby, here we come!” 

—

“I hate airports.”

“Ditto.”

“Is that even a thing here?”

“What, ditto?”

I hummed, eyes searching the terminal.

“Reckon so.”

“Maybe it’s one of those many American things you’ve picked up.” I teased, “Traitor to your own, you are.”

“Leave off.” Matty chuckled at me from where he was hidden under a pair of black sunglasses.

“You gonna start spelling colour wrong and try wearing pants instead of trousers now too?”

He scowled, even from behind his darkened shades I could tell, it was all in the mouth with Matty. It typically flattened and forced itself out into a sarky sort of smile whenever he wasn't very impressed.

“Ha ha, hilarious. That the best you got?” He shot back.

“Nah, could talk about your brash arrogance too, but I reckon that’s just a you thing as well as an American one.”

Matty scoffed, “Just ‘cause I own it, love, don’t make it a bad thing.”

I widened my eyes sarcastically at him in reply before glancing out over the runway.

We were currently hidden away in the First class lounge, him in a cap and shades, me in a hoodie and beanie. There weren’t too many people mulling about, though it was rather late and our flight wasn’t set to take off until just gone eleven. Currently it was only nearing a quarter past ten.

“Excited then?” Matty asked me, drawing my attention back to him.

Was I excited? I guess so, but also anxious. I was an alright flyer, mainly due to having been Matty’s main distraction during all our years spent travelling together, but after the accident everything sort of felt different. I was different.

I kept on waiting for that burst of adrenaline to kick in and bubble over, the type I often got whenever one of the guys roped me into something stupidly spontaneous, but it had yet to even spark.

I nodded at Matty though, foot tapping aimlessly away beside my carryon. “Think so, just nervous.”

“That’s meant to be my job.”

We shared a knowing smile, but then I shrugged. “Dunno, just feels strange. Think I’ll be more enthusiastic about it once we land and get to the hotel.” I paused for a second then and darted my head over in his direction, “You did book a hotel though, right?”

His eyebrows rose high up over his sunglasses just as his mouth dropped. “Oh fuck.”

My eyes widened in alarm, already moving to grab my phone so that we could start a search. But Matty’s snickering caught me just before I could. I shot him a harsh glare in retort and shoved at his shoulder when I realised he’d just been having me on.

“You’re such a dick.”

“I couldn’t not.” He snorted, face full of amusement. Though with another shove Matty relented and slung an arm across my shoulders to drag me in, “Don’t worry, I sorted it all. You’ll love it and we’ll have a sick time.”

“You better fucking hope so.”

—

The flight had been alright, a bit of turbulence to deal with as well as a whinging Matty, but other than that, it’d been fine. Customs had also been quite the breeze, seeing as we’d landed in the early hours of the morning and my semi-conversant Spanish had come in handy with one of the security officers. It was just the car ride over to where we were staying that really fucked us.

Matty had originally hired a car to pick us up from the airport but it’d cancelled on us at the very last second, and trying to get hold of a taxi driver that was willing to take us as far as we were looking to go proved to be a rather difficult task.

When we finally did though- after one bloke with a bleached goatee had practically doubled the original asking price- the journey had been bumpy enough that I’d had to fight with my suitcase in the backseat just to get a hold of my painkillers. Matty had tried to help of course, but it’d been a struggle to even breathe in the tiny cab, let alone have him move around and find them for me.

So by the time we arrived I was shot to hell and beyond thankful to escape the stupid car and its extremely boisterous owner.

“You alright?” Matty asked me quietly once he’d reluctantly paid the man, rolling his eyes at the twat when the car pulled away from the curb, muttering under his breath.

“Yeah, just wanna sit down.” I replied uncomfortably, but that was before I finally caught sight of the building we’d pulled up outside. “Fucking hell, Matty.”

When I glanced back over at him, he was wearing the biggest smirk anybody could’ve possibly mustered. “Snazzy, ey?”

Fuck snazzy. It was insane. I’d been way off when I’d asked him about the hotel booking, because he’d only gone and rented out an entire sodding villa.

“You’re mental.”

“Been calling me that a lot, as of late.” Matty noted, pursing his lips at me whilst he braced himself against his suitcase, “Bit mean if you think about it actually, seeing as I’ve done all this for us.”

My smile was soft, tired, but oh so genuine when I peered back over at him, and caught him a tad off guard when I wrapped my one good arm around his middle. “You are mental but you’re also amazing. So thank you.”

He squeezed me back, cautious of my torso when he did, before we parted ways and he gestured his head over towards the front door. “You wanna stand outside all day then or are we headed in?”

—

The villa was incredible. Honestly, it felt like something out of a dream. 

We had our very own bar, pool, hot-tub, sauna and gym, even a pizza oven which resided right beside the built in fire-pit! Not that either Matty or I would be going anywhere near it, ovens back home were hard enough to handle and one with an open flame was not something we could get behind, even sober.

Speaking of being sober though, Matty had actually decided to take to it during our stay here. Alcohol wise at least… or so he claimed he’d try. But come noon our first day here and I could already tell that he was dying for a glass of wine out by the pool.

Still he didn’t, and so I simply started counting down the hours until he eventually caved.

Apparently our trip abroad hadn’t been too expected either, seeing as Ross had phoned me up the second he’d seen my instagram story and started ranting about his invitation. I’d attempted to pacify him by assuring that I hadn’t even been aware of it up until the point when Matty had come barging in the day of.

It was nice though. Getting away.

Home had just felt too confined now that I was out here. Sort of like leaving a cage you hadn’t even known you’d been trapped in.

The sun and the sea was everything I’d needed and more. It soothed my restlessness and calmed my chaotic thoughts, even dulled the ache my body was constantly in. 

“Oi, fancy heading into town? Reckon we might need more than what we picked up earlier.” 

Matty’s voice broke me from where I’d been sat daydreaming beside the pool, clad in a pair of short dungarees and a tee whilst I waded my legs back and forth through the water.

I glanced up at him, squinting in the afternoon sun. He frowned down at me in return.

“Don’t make me buy you one of those hats, ‘cause I swear I will.” Matty scolded as he made his way closer, tearing the cap he wore from off his head and placing it on mine instead. I wrinkled my nose but allowed the gesture, knowing the heat would only prey on me and my many medications. “And you’d best have sunscreen on too, I don’t need a bollocking at your next checkup, yeah?”

“Alright, dad. Calm down, would you? I put it on after I showered.” I told him with a roll of my eyes, extending an arm outwards so that he’d get the hint and help me up. He did, whilst pursing his lips in distaste- likely at the epithet used. “Besides, I thought I was meant to be relaxing. Ever since you woke up you’ve been on my case.”

“Oi,” Matty said, stopping me just before I could slip past him with a steady hand to my wrist. “It’s ‘cause I care, alright? I know you can take care of yourself but, I don’t know, it just helps ease my mind.”

I searched his expression, saw the honesty in his eyes and the sincerity that creased the skin of his forehead. Ultimately, I gave him a nod and released a sigh, “How far’s town then?”

—

“Ninety-five percent sure that that is the exact same bar we hid in when were sixteen and tried escaping from that one crazy fucker with the wooden tooth.”

I blinked at the sudden memory his comment brought forth and snorted at the picture my mind painted. “He only chased us because he thought you swiped an apple off his stall!”

“Oh yeah.” Matty chuckled then, nodding at the reminder as we wandered down a small street full of flavourful aromas. “Probably 'cause I did.”

A sharp laugh escaped me at his easy admission and I shook my head whilst attempting to dull my giggles.

“Don’t fucking laugh, it was your fault!” Matty blamed, though he was laughing lightly too even as I leaned into his side to steady myself.

“My fault!” I countered him, mouth open in shock at the blatant lie. “How was it my fault?”

“You said you were starving and it was a long walk back to the hotel! I had fuck all on me, and so I just pocketed it as we passed- it was in the moment!” He defended, taking my arm in his now, still smiling away.

“Oh fuck, I actually do remember that.” I agreed with a gleeful grin of my own, letting him lead us on further up the street at a sedated pace. “Hey- I did share it with you though. Had that barman grab us a knife for it too, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, just before you talked him into pouring the both of us shots.”

“What can I say?” I smirked over at him, “Even at sixteen I had a way with words.”

Matty snorted, “That or the fact he was mesmerised by your tits.”

I elbowed his side but failed in my attempt to dampen my grin, “Well, you got your shot, didn’t you? Made the journey home all the more exciting too.”

“That it did.” Matty smiled at me before he caught sight of something up ahead. “Why don’t we carry on the tradition, ey?”

And before I could even blink, he was out of my reach and walking away from me. My brow furrowed though I still wore a small smile, confused as I followed behind him, watching as he worked his way through the tiny market before us and up to the top of the street.

Matty rounded the corner in the next moment and so I quickened my pace to try and catch up. I found him leaning casually against a terracotta coloured wall, one ankle crossed over the other whilst he grinned like a sneaky little kid who had yet to be caught.

“What was that all about?” I asked, a tad out of breath now.

He simply shrugged and pulled the hand he’d been hiding behind his back into view. I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was, because there it was. Catching a ray of light from the slowly setting sun, was a bright red apple.

I could only shake my head as I laughed and hurried over to join him, stealing the fruit from his grasp and taking a massive bite out of it before he could even react.

“Thief!” He gasped dramatically and I grinned around the apple I’d just eaten, feeling more like myself than I had in a long while.

“Takes one to know one, I ‘spose.”

With a sly smile, Matty snatched the apple back and bit into it too. “Where to now then?” He prompted as he offered an arm out to me, chewing carelessly away. 

“Fancy aiming any higher? Reckon there’s got to be a bank around here somewhere…”

—

“Perdón, is this seat taken?” 

I heard a strong accented voice ask from right beside me and so I peered up away from the book I'd been lost in and into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

Blinking, I looked back and forth between him and the wooden chair he was pointing to. I was quick to shake my head in retort, offering it up to him. 

“Adelante, es suya.” I said, and he smiled down at me politely before simply slipping into the seat. I was a little taken back by the gesture, having figured he’d only wanted the chair for a nearby table, seeing as the restaurant was growing more and more by the minute.

“Discúlpame, pensé que eras una chica inglesa.” He replied after he’d gotten comfortable at our little table in the corner. His Spanish caught me off guard for a moment and I took a second to translate his words in my own head. I had to laugh a little when I did, and he tilted his head towards me with a mirthful smile of his own. “¿Qué?”

“Lo siento,” I apologised, dog-earing my book before I reverted back to English. “It’s just that, I am English.”

His eyebrows rose and I watched as his eyes quickly trailed up and down my figure. He appeared shocked almost. “I should be the one saying sorry!” He hurried to cajole, “I- just your Spanish, it is rather good.”

I tried to fight the unexpected blush his compliment gave me, and brushed his words off. “You’re fine, I’m just glad I didn’t offend you with my pronunciation.”

“No, no. Honest. I didn’t think anything of it.” He told me, and he seemed truthful. “Forgive me, but where did you learn?”

“Oh, from a family friend.”

In truth, I’d only picked it up from one of my mum’s many boyfriends. He’d lived with us the longest and had an elderly grandmother who he visited infrequently. My mum had sent me with him a couple of times and the woman seemed to take to my added presence, she'd taught me most of what I now knew.

I’d stop in to see her once or twice a week, mostly on my way home from school, and continued to do so even after he and my mum had split. She’d been lovely, always made me feel safe and welcomed, but sadly passed away a few months before I’d had the chance to leave home. 

I thought of her from time to time, mostly whenever my mind wandered to thoughts of what was after all of this. If there really was something waiting up (or down, I supposed) there for us all. 

“They did an excellent job!” The stranger complimented again, and I took a moment to give him the once over. Nice smile, pretty eyes, dark hair which only complemented his olive complexion.

“Thank you.” I smiled, unable to help the small burst I pride I felt. And here I thought I’d been butchering the language this entire time!

“Of course.” And he returned the sentiment- though I silently conceded that ‘nice smile’ had been somewhat of an understatement now. “Can I ask what you are reading?”

I blinked at his question before he could catch me staring and diverted my focus over to where I’d left my book. “Oh, um, The Bell Jar?”

He hummed and went to take it. 

“May I?” He asked me before he did, and I gave him the go ahead, watched as his eyes danced across the back of the novel. “What is your favourite?”

“My favourite book?”

He replied with a soft nod and I had to think it over.

“It sounds silly, but for a long time it had always been Pride and Prejudice. I stuck by it, read it a couple dozen times, watched the film again and again, even dragged my friend along to this giant garden they’d filmed it in. Then someone gifted me One Hundred Years of Solitude and I was hooked. Completely changed me. I fell in love with it, in truth.”

His eyes seemed to brighten at the sound of the second novel, though he’d seemed truly interested in hearing my reply.

“One Hundred Years of Solitude, now that one is increíble.” He divulged me, leaning in closer to be heard over the rest of the tiny restaurant with a doting smile. “My mother, she loved it too.”

I grinned at that and continued to chat with him, first about the book, then about Spain and what I thought of life here, he noticed my cast after a long while and questioned me on it just as we were stirred from our conversation.

“Alright?” 

Was the word that clued me in to Matty’s sudden arrival and I glanced up, somewhat startled, to see him smirking down at me, eyes lingering momentarily on the stranger who sat knee to knee with me. 

“See you’ve been quick to replace me.” He teased, waving off the man’s apology and the offering of his seat. Matty instead shook his head and slotted himself into the chair opposite us, the one I’d originally been saving for him.

“You said you’d be gone ten minutes!” I laughed in reply when I’d finally pulled myself together- already far too aware of what had probably caught his eye, or rather who.

“And I apologise! Sincerely I do, with my whole entire heart even. But what was I to do when I saw a lady in need? Not stop and offer my help?” Matty replied theatrically, always in his element when putting on a show.

I hummed and raised an inquisitive brow, unable to help my sardonic smile. “And that took you nearly an hour?”

He winced slightly in jest before he relaxed back into his seat. “What can I say, I’m very… thorough.”

I grimaced around a short laugh. “What you are is an idiot.”

Matty merely grinned and gifted me a soft shrug that couldn’t be helped, before he turned towards our party’s newest addition. “Thanks for keeping her company, mate, but just who might you be?”

I went to answer for him, but came up short when I realised we had yet to even swap names. 

The man appeared to find a little amusement in it though, and glanced over towards Matty to give him his reply. “Alvaro. And I was happy to, I apologise for stealing your seat.”

With another wave of his hand, Matty shook his head good-naturedly. “You’re all good, man. ‘M Matty.”

Alvaro smiled with a dip of his head and shook Matty’s hand in greeting, before he then turned to me. I realised a little belatedly that he was now waiting on my name. Matty snorted under his breath at the wide-eyed expression I must've made and I kicked at his shin from beneath the table, ignoring his sudden scowl in favour of glancing towards the handsome stranger.

“Y/n.” I told him around a sheepish smile, but it appeared to grow when Alvaro grinned sweetly in return and pressed a gentle hand to my shoulder.

“Well, Y/n, it has truly been a pleasure.” He murmured to me, enticing eyes locked on mine as he got up from his seat and ducked down towards me. “A mí me basta con saber que tú y yo, existimos en este preciso momento.”

My breath got caught in my throat upon hearing a quote from the book we'd spoken about and it lodged itself there when the Spanish man pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Hasta que nos volvamos a ver. No?”

I swallowed and nodded up at him, touching the back of his hand to show I understood before I let him pull away. I watched him go then, eyes trailing after his retreating figure until he could no longer be seen and tried to wrap my mind around the entire encounter.

“Wow.”

Inhaling sharply, I spun around in my seat to find Matty leant back in his, smirking over at me.

“What?” I questioned and pretended to take a sudden interest in the menu that had been casted to one side a long time ago.

I heard him chuckle lowly before he followed on. “Just- that. The chemistry! Christ, if you don’t shag him I think I just might.”

I couldn’t help the airy huff of laughter that escaped me then and chanced a glance over my menu to find Matty still smirking away without a care in the world.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Bollocks it wasn’t.” Matty argued and set down his own menu to lean across the table towards me. “He was proper into you. I mean, how’d you even get to talking?”

I shrugged, eyes still trained on the many appetisers the bistro had to offer. “He asked for a chair.”

“He asked for a chair?” Matty repeated, though his tone was lined with a lot more bewilderment. “You’re joking, right?”

Again, I gave him a small shrug. “I don’t know, he just asked if the seat was taken and I said he could have it, thinking another table might've needed it- but then he just sat down!”

Matty laughed loudly, a hand coming to rest on the tablecloth. “He fucking wanted you!”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes in retort.

“I’m not messing a-fucking-bout here!” Matty stated and I watched as he shoved his sunglasses up into his frizzing curls, “He was all over you just then, and when I walked in I honestly had to do a double take when I spotted the pair of you.”

I shook my head silently.

“Come on, even you have to admit that it was a bit strange of him to just sit at a table with a complete stranger, no?”

It had been. Very ballsy. “Doesn’t mean he liked me though.”

Matty rolled his eyes then with a huff. “You’re blind. I’m telling you right now, he fancied the fuck outta you.”

I chuckled quietly and was grateful to let the topic die when a waitress finally cropped up out of nowhere, taking the full brunt of Matty’s attention.

—

Lounging out on the deck had quickly become one of my most favourite pastimes.

Being out there was so peaceful, whether it was early morning or late evening. I was just enraptured by the landscape that surrounded us as well as the humid air.

It was a little while after lunch when I’d gotten a bit peckish and decided to make myself a bowl of ice-cream to bring outside with me.

I’d taken to lying out under the branches of a nearby peach tree, which liked to offer me shelter from the beaming sun. Sometimes I read, often times I just relaxed out there, listening to Matty move about the place, or play the old guitar we’d found upstairs. It was nice.

Today though, my plans had quickly been interrupted by an unprompted FaceTime call.

I grinned down at my screen as the call connected and caught sight of a familiar bearded man. “Ross!” I exclaimed happily, all too glad to see his face.

“Alright there, stranger?” Came Ross’s chuckled greeting and we seemed to just smile at one another for a long second. “Fucking hell you’ve really caught the sun!”

“Jealous much?”

“Of you being out there whilst I’m sat in this sweaty studio? Yes.” Ross replied with a gruff huff, “Still fuming you and twat-face jetted off before I could invite myself along.”

I giggled and flipped my camera around so that he could see what I was seeing. “Be home soon, only I’ll be forced to miss all this.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off. You know what you’re doing.” Ross drawled out unhappily, and when I returned to the screen I found him covering his eyes with a grumpy sort of frown.

“Ah Ross, I’m only messing! Wish you were here too. It’s proper gorgeous.”

“So you and Matty keep telling me.” He humphed, “What are you up to now anyway?”

“Currently just sat eating some ice-cream. Think Matt said he was headed for a shower.”

Ross hummed and I peered down at the phone with squinted eyes to see past the glare of the sun. I grinned when he mimicked me, getting up close and personal with the lens.

“You look good.” He told me when we finally pulled away, chuckling amongst ourselves.

“Yeah?” I answered, almost as way for something to say.

“Yeah, you always do. But you look happier is what I actually mean.”

I bit at my bottom lip and fiddled with the silver spoon I’d stolen from inside. “Feel it.” I said to him quietly, poking now at the melting ice-cream. “It’s different out here. No reminders of back home. Well, I say that then I’ll see Matty pop up.”

Ross snorted softly at that but nodded like he understood, which was something I typically loved about him.

“It suits you. The sun, the smiling.”

I couldn’t help my smile then and turned away to hide it.

“Leave off.” I muttered, gifting him a gentle laugh, one he mimicked. “How are you anyway? How’s the album going?”

“Oh- you mean the album that Matty just upped and deserted us with, that one?”

I huffed out an amused breath and nodded, allowing him to continue on.

“It’s… going, I guess. Mainly just focusing on our own parts as of now.” Then he went on to tell me about this new riff he’d since created with Adam, getting a little excited when he explained how it’d come about during a session together, and where they wanted to use it.

It was sweet to see, and I found that I missed him a bit more than I’d first anticipated.

Matty came and disturbed us a short while later, recounting all the details of our getaway if only to piss Ross off and then embarrassed me when he recalled our earlier encounter with Alvaro the previous day.

I’d left him with the phone and two fingers tossed his way when I swanned back inside to escape the heat- both literally and metaphorically. Listening to the laughter that echoed behind me.

—

I don’t really remember how it went down. Just that I actually had gone down. And hard.

Reckon I had a few violent bruises to prove it too, but I was far too out of it to really focus on that though.

The beeping was back again. Like a dull ache that haunted me. And so were the light whispers and hazing lights. The hand I felt in mine.

There’d been no floating this time around though. No peace. Just that pitch black darkness that I could hardly even recall now.

I must’ve come in and out of it a couple of times because I can remember random bits and pieces. Mostly Matty, his voice and worried face. But there were nurses again too, talks of medication and doctors… another uncomfortable mattress and itchy sheets.

This time though I blinked past the blur and fought to stay awake.

And with a furrowed brow I came to and I glanced about an empty hospital room, similar to the one from before but different somehow too.

People buzzed outside the door that’d been left ajar, talking in English but, Spanish as well? I remembered then that we were in Tenerife. That I was meant to be living it up on holiday, not stuck in another hospital ward.

“Oh! You’re awake.”

I startled at the sudden sound and immediately regretted snapping my head in the voice’s direction. I winced at the fiery ache I felt lick its way up my neck. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” A young woman said, holding a clipboard close to her chest. “I’ll just call your friend in. ¿Sí?”

I simply watched her leave without a reply. And Matty came bounding in only seconds later, looking worse for wear.

“All I asked for was one holiday! One week where nothing happens, and then you go and pull this!” He ranted as soon as he caught sight of me, practically skidding his way over to my bedside.

He was still wearing the clothes I’d last seen him in, jean shorts and the pale pink tee I’d bought him, so I took that to be a good sign.

“I mean, fuck. You scared the absolute shit out of me!” He continued, rubbing harshly at his tired face. “One second you were fine and the next-” He shook his head, “I don’t think I ever moved so fucking fast in my life.”

“Why?” I croaked out with a tiny smile, “Pull a muscle, grandad?”

Matty’s eyes sharpened when they turned to me, “Oh so you are well enough to have kept that shitty sense of humour.”

I wrinkled my nose, but allowed him to take my hand in his. He was putting on a bravado but seemed to have been really shaken by the whole thing.

“I’m sorry.” I murmured, coughing quietly to clear my throat and then forced myself to sit up a tad.

Those hard eyes narrowed and he shot me a well-deserving glare, “Don’t fucking apologise. Just don’t do it again, alright?”

I smiled and attempted to nod past the pounding in my head. “I’ll try. What even happened anyway?”

Matty sighed and kicked a wooden chair closer so that he could sit. I rolled my eyes, choosing to keep quiet about the fact that he could’ve just crawled in beside me.

“They said it must've been the heat at first.” And he fixed me with a challenging look, one that screamed 'I told you so', before he carried on, “But when I told ‘em about the crash and all that… they ran a couple more tests. Just to make sure.”

I hummed quietly, not commenting on his guilty glance. He had nothing to feel guilty for, he’d done what anyone would’ve.

“And then they were in and out of your room, said they didn’t sedate you or nothing but when you collapsed you hit your head pretty fucking hard, kept you knocked out for a while.”

“How long?” I frowned.

Matty huffed out a long breath as he thought it over.

“Near to an hour? You were awake a bit by the time I got you here, but then you passed out again.” He worked out, his fingers playing aimlessly with mine. “Was fucking shitting myself out in that waiting room and this nurse at the reception, barely spoke a word of English. So I spent the entire time wishing you were there to just talk to her and then cursing you out for pulling a stunt like this, again.”

The small chuckle I gave him hurt and so I didn’t apologise another time. Though I did feel guilty for the scare.

“Been out there waiting on you for two and half hours as well, and let me tell you now that their coffee is shite.” He grimaced, seemingly alright with taking lead of the conversation between us. “Tasted like watered down piss, I swear. And I hear I thought that the Spanish loved coffee!”

“Reckon you're thinking of Brazil.” I muttered to him, “Spain’s got Sangria, innit.”

“Ah, yeah probably.” Matty hummed, quiet then to allow the noisy flurry of the hospital outside to trail in.

“So when can I go?” I asked him and he looked over at me, those bags beneath his eyes were back but softened somehow by the glow the sun had gifted him.

“Not sure.” He shrugged, glancing over towards the door. “Could ask. They said they were just waiting on a couple more tests.”

“It’s alright, I can wait.”

Immediately Matty shook his head and went to stand, “No, I’ll go check. Shouldn’t be much longer, hey?”

He gave my hand a squeeze before he left, looking back at me from the doorway before he had the strength to round it. I let go of the sigh I’d been holding in. 

Just my luck, I supposed. To be in sunny Spain and end up in hospital once again. I figured now that I’d been in more of them over the last few months than I had my entire life. And that was including the time I'd spent in one before my dad passed.

Toying with the bedding, I tried to recall what little I could of the day before I’d gone and collapsed.

We’d been on the phone to Ross, but then Matty had gotten bored and pestered me into tagging along with him to the beach. I remember the lemon icepop he bought me and the cone he'd gone and dropped into the sand when a bird had swooped too close.

We’d sat outside a cute little cafe for an early dinner, he’d finally caved and let himself have a glass of cava to pair with his paella, and I’d gotten the fish? No, the pisto. Matty had snorted at the name.

It had only been a short walk back to the villa after that and in return for having joined him, I made Matty piggyback me most of the way. He hadn’t stumbled as much as I thought he would, and when he had he blamed it one the wine. ‘Two glasses!’ I’d laughed at him in return.

When we’d gotten back I’d jumped in a quick shower whilst he hooked his laptop up to the flatscreen downstairs, claiming he wanted to rewatch a film. We fought over which one, but ultimately settled on Mamma Mia!, the first one of course. 

It had happened just as we’d been getting ready to head up to bed. The long day had worn me out and I remembered feeling a tad bit dizzy when we’d been sprawled out on the couch, drifting slightly as ‘I Have a Dream’ played through the speakers. I can vaguely recall Matty nudging me with his foot, laughing tiredly as I swatted him away.

He’d gotten up first, wandered into the kitchen to grab some water before we headed up. I’d only just gotten to my feet when he’d returned and then nothing. I couldn’t tell you what’d happened.

But I must’ve fainted or something, just like Matty’d said. Because my skull now pounded, my body ached, and I was stuck in this shitty hospital room.

A light scuttle caught my attention in that next moment, it drew me from my thoughts altogether and I looked up, expecting to see Matty walk in.

But it wasn't, and so you can imagine my surprise when the last person I ever thought I'd see was stood there instead.

“Alright, Birdie?”

Part Twenty-one>

[azucaradamente]

"An autumn and spring love" Chapter 2

check it out on AO3, i update there first :). Chapter 1

FUZZ... my head pounded with the rhythmic squeak of the mop against the gym floor. I never thought cleaning duty would be this soul-crushing. Maybe Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had a point with their constant complaints. Karma, perhaps?

Twenty minutes felt like an eternity. Finally finished, I couldn't understand why Coach Ukai insisted on staying. He barely lifted a finger, spending the entire time glued to his phone – games, laughter at some message... or maybe... was he staying for me? A shiver danced down my spine. Could it be? He could actually have some...

My fantasizing was cut brutally short by a throat clearing so sharp it could cut butter.

"So, Y/N," Coach Ukai's voice rumbled, closer than necessary, "finally finished?"

"Uh – y-yeah," I stammered, cheeks burning. "Just putting these basketballs away."

"Good. Make it snappy. Took longer than expected, and I—"

His words were cut off by another chime from his phone. He glanced at it briefly, his expression unreadable, then shoved it back in his pocket with a sigh.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. "Isn't that a bit late for a text?" I blurted, instantly hating the stupid question that tumbled out of my mouth, it wasnt even fucking late! besides he is and ault im just his student, tf i care... A low chuckle escaped Coach Ukai's lips. "Nosy, are we?" His voice was a caress, sending shivers down my spine. He took a deliberate step forward, caging me between his body and the wall.

This is it. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo in the stillness. Where was this going? My breath hitched as Coach Ukai invaded my personal space, his cologne a sharp tang in the air. "I-I think you're a little closer than you need to be, Coach," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

A slow smile played on his lips. "Is that so, Y/N?" His voice was a low rumble, sending a tremor through me. "Tell me, why do you care so much?"

My cheeks burned with a mixture of humiliation and a strange thrill. "I... I'm sorry, Coach," I blurted out, desperate to break the suffocating silence. "It's just that you said you'd stay to help and teach me, but you barely did anything. So I thought, maybe you just wanted to be with me..." My voice trailed off, a choked sob escaping my lips. "But with all those texts, maybe it's your girlfriend wondering where you are..." Regret flooded my stomach. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?

Coach Ukai's eyes narrowed for a brief moment, then softened with a hint of amusement. "So, you thought I wanted to be with you, huh?" He took a deliberate step forward, caging me between his body and the wall. "Well, you're not entirely wrong."

My heart hammered against my ribs. This wasn't right. He had a girlfriend. But the heat radiating from his body, the way his gaze lingered on my lips, sent a confusing mix of fear and desire swirling inside me.

"I do have a girlfriend," he continued, his voice a husky murmur. "She's waiting for me, and I am late for our date. But..." He paused, his eyes searching mine. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to be alone with you."

A shiver ran down my spine as he leaned in closer, the promise of a kiss hanging heavy in the air. "Ah-ah, wait, Coach," I stammered, pushing weakly against his chest. "If you have a girlfriend, shouldn't we stop?"

He ignored my plea, his hand trailing down my arm, sending sparks igniting across my skin. He unbuttoned my shirt with practiced ease, the coolness of the air against my exposed skin a stark contrast to the burning heat of his touch. My mind screamed at me to stop him, he had a girlfriend and i was just a student, but my body seemed frozen, caught between fear and a strange, exhilarating anticipation. He started kissing my neck harshly, likely leaving a mark later, while his hands crept up my torso, inching towards my breasts. A confusing mix of emotions swirled within me. I should stop this, a voice in my head screamed, but my body seemed frozen. Maybe I actually wanted this, or at least that's what I desperately clung to in that moment.

A jarring ring cut through the haze of our heated exchange. How long had we been like this? He answered the phone, annoyance lacing his voice.

"What the hell do you want? I told you I'm busy working on something, it won't take long," he snapped, breaking the kiss abruptly and fumbling with the phone. He stepped back from me, my surprise evident at his sudden shift. My shirt hung open, unbuttoned in the frenzy. Ignoring me completely, he stalked towards the door, still yelling into the phone.

"Fine, fine, I'm on my way already," he conceded, flinging the door open. But before disappearing completely, he threw a final glance my way, a lingering smirk playing on his lips. Then, he was gone. My breasts hung free, exposed and suddenly cold thanks to the gaping doorway. A shiver ran down my spine, a stark contrast to the heat that had just flooded my body. A wave of nausea washed over me, and a lump formed in my throat, threatening to erupt into tears. Collapsing onto the floor, I wrapped my arms around myself, the familiar comfort failing to soothe the turmoil within. The harsh reality of the situation hit me. Was this... what I wanted? The question echoed in the emptiness left by his abrupt departure.

Just as the tears welled up, shattering the fragile dam of emotions, my phone pierced the silence. Grasping at the lifeline, I answered. It was Mom. The sound of her voice, laced with concern, momentarily pulled me away from the whirlwind within. I could faintly hear Tadashi and Tsukishima's voices in the background, their curiosity piqued. I forced a smile into my voice, weaving a tale of being almost finished with whatever vague task I'd concocted. Reassurance dripped from my words as I promised not to be too late.

Hanging up, the charade crumbled. Stepping outside, the cool night air hit me like a physical blow. Rain began to fall, a relentless downpour mirroring the torrent of emotions within. Tears finally escaped, blurring the city lights into streaks of shimmering pain. The feeling of being used, a foreign concept mere moments ago, now clung to me like a second skin. But how could that be? I'd craved this, hadn't I? The question hung heavy in the air, unanswered, lost amidst the symphony of rain and my own choked sobs. The walk home stretched into an eternity, each step a battle against the storm raging within.

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡

Rain plastered my clothes to my skin, the chill seeping deep into my bones. Tossing the damp towel onto the counter, I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in its welcoming softness. Exhaustion pressed down on me, a physical manifestation of the emotional rollercoaster I'd just been on.

The walk home had been a blur of pounding rain and unanswered questions. Every muscle in my body ached with a weariness that went beyond the physical. The city lights had blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting the turmoil within. My breath hitched, and a sob escaped my lips, breaking the fragile peace. It was a single tear, the first of many, finally bursting forth after being held captive for so long.

The sound must have alerted Mom, because she appeared moments later, her brow furrowed with concern. The questions came at me like a tidal wave - why was I so late, where had I been, didn't I have an umbrella? I couldn't answer, the words caught in the tightness of my throat. Seeing the state I was in, Mom's concern morphed into gentle understanding. With a soft smile, she announced a hot bath was waiting for me. Sinking into the steamy water, I let the warmth seep into my muscles, finally allowing myself to relax. But the emotional turmoil wouldn't be so easily soothed. My mind replayed the scene, the heat of his touch, the confusion within me. Did I want this? The question echoed in the silence, a constant refrain.

Just as I began to drift off, a soft chime from my phone shattered the quiet. A notification blinked on the screen, the familiar name sending a jolt through me. It was Ukai. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I unlocked the phone. His message was a confusing jumble of words.

— From: Ukai (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) —--------------------------- Hey, it was a good night, you did a great job that perhaps should stay between us, had a great date with my girlfriend if ur wondering but i'm still waiting for our thing to repeat.

Cya tomorrow in practice. —---------------------------——-------------------------------

My breath caught in my throat. Was he serious? Anger bubbled up within me, a stark contrast to the confused longing I'd felt earlier. Here he was, bragging about a date while dangling the promise of something more with me. It felt like a slap in the face, a blatant disregard for my feelings. The tears that had been held at bay before began to flow freely, each drop a silent scream of frustration and hurt.

Closing my eyes, I reread the message, each word dripping with a cruel indifference. Ukai's playful emoji mocked me, a stark reminder of the manipulative game he seemed to be playing. With trembling fingers, I began to type a reply. What would I say? How could I possibly convey the tangled mess of emotions swirling within me? The cursor blinked, taunting me with its emptiness.

The night stretched before me, long and heavy. The rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, but the storm within raged on. As exhaustion finally claimed me, sleep offered a temporary escape, but I knew the questions would be waiting for me when I woke up.