#also ehy would you be loved is so fucking good man.

[astrxealis]

hi 🤓 <- person who finally listened to hozier's too sweet and is listening quite literally nonstop

[amypihcs]

Hello! Super late as usual, i'll blame university again. For this letter, the gayest paragraph in the history of literature! Let's see what our Watson writes for us!

For starters, Holmes is quite curious today. He'd liek a look at Mr Garrideb's collection

Unfortunately he really CAN'T now! Tomorrow afternoon? Yes, that's a nice day! Holmes is planning something, i feel it in my bones!

And now! He also likes architecture? He's planning something all right!

Now they go home and after dinner they get back on topic!

Holmes is quite satisfied. Now he can snuggle on his Watson and explain. And Watson noticed the curious stuff too!

And they agree on the deduction, Watson should give Holmes a lil kissy. Then they go to bed and Holmes does a thing he HATES, getting up early. But he's on a case, so not too bad!

Damn. Holmes is worried. Worried for his Watson. And Watson is comforting him that it will all go okay. These two are so absurdly married. I love them.

Watson doesn't know who that is, anyway, so Holmes gets near him, gives him a handkiss and explains

I LOVE that they're friends with Lestrade now! I also love Holmes calling the Yarders bureaucrats and in some way appreciating them!

Holmes tells his story and then they get ready to go out. Watson, darling, get your gun, please.

SH: Sleep a bit before we go, my dear. You need to be safe and awake. JW: Yes, my Holmes. It will go alright. I promise. SH: Rest, dear.

Holmes is doing another little bit of an explanation

Holmes you don't need to sound THAT admired! but yes, do explain your ideas! it will calm and ground both you and your Watson

They get into the house, take a good look around and they prepare their ambush.

Here he comes!

Sneaky, sneaky. Sneaky, sneaky, Ah they rolled badly on Stealth! The floorboards creaked! A true pity. Anyway, cough cough, Hands up, Killer Evans!

Ehy! SKRONK!

The fuck are you doing shooting Watson? -searching him for weapons- Watson meanwhile is busy suffering and checking out his husband's coolness under fire. 8/10 Holmes, you could've fi-hey!

Holmes scooped up Watson (wiry arms, uh? Guess you know those very well), put him down on a chair, almost teared up while begging Watson not to die, torn Watson's trousers apart, saw that Watson's reassurance wasn't just playing cool and HISSED at Killer Evans that he would only go out of that house FEET FIRST if HIS Watson had been hurt badly.

Watson meanwhile has signed down three more love confessions, winced a bit at the pain, begun mourning his favourite trousers and barely resisted the temptation to just kiss Holmes' tears away from his beautiful storm-grey eyes only because they're in front of a SUSPECT.

Anyway the pros that come with being shot on a case include being snarky while writing it down, of course.

And of course Watson CAN'T let Holmes look around alone, he could be in danger. So an excuse to glue himself to his husband in public.

AH AND NOW YOU'RE TALKING UH?

Watson is keeping Holmes from biting at Evans' throat. And we know this. This american bastard shot WATSON!! Holmes SHOULD be allowed to eat him alive expecially since he's calling himself a soft hearted guy. And yet no, Holmes. Remember the law. Sure, my Watson. Could you call Lestrade, please. Well, CERTAINLY Watson can!

The case ends in the best way, then? EEEh, nop. Poor Mr Garrideb will never completely recover from the shock of seeing his 5 million Pounds disappear into thin air. Big F for him, he was a nice man. Watson got as a bonus to be carried upstairs by his Holmes (Holmes' insistence) once back home and i guess he exploited Holmes' presence for a bit as a help while he bandaged himself (he refused to let Holmes do the medication, even if it didn't need stitches)

And in the next story we'll hear of the disappearence of lady Frances Carfax! We'll see how it went!

[artificialqueens]

You won a seven nights stay in Paris, ch 2 (Branjie) - Evelyn Bubbles

Ehy there! It’s your girl Ev back on the beat, so happy for all the love on the first chapter, this is a slow burn so stay tuned you won’t regret it. I want to gradually build some tension and in this chapter we’ll see some. Enjoy! Also just wanted to add that this fanfiction doesn’t take in consideration canon, so take this as they never had a thing on the show and they’re falling in love just now.

Waking up alone in Paris is one thing, waking up besides a handsome man in a beautiful bed in an even more beautiful apartment in the best part of the city is another. Brooke yawned, lazily turning off the alarm set for 8 am, and gradually lifted Vanessa’s arm from her waist. “Please mom, five more minutes…”. “I’m not your mom, Vanjielina… and you’re heavy”, Brooke giggled sitting on the bed and gently running her fingers through her friend’s messy hair. She wasn’t much of a touchy-feely type, except for her cats, which she loved to cuddle with, but Vanessa had that warm and welcoming aura to her, she couldn’t help but relax and open up. The day before they had just walked to Notre Dame (a quite long walk actually), got an ice cream, took some nice pictures on one of the bridges, hanging out like life long friends. Then, they had come back to their apartment, quite wasted from the crazy jet lag, and they had fallen asleep almost immediately; Vanessa still had her t-shirt on. Brooke thanked her for forgetting to take that off: she didn’t know what she would’ve done seeing her toned chest naked, with that amber skin exposed and flushed. Brooke went to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of comfy jeans and a t-shirt, and took a nice shower, casually leaving the door open. She didn’t know what she meant with that: was it an invitation? Was it just because they were close enough at that point? They had in fact spent so many weeks shoulder to shoulder, but the atmosphere during Drag Race filming was radically different from the relaxing vacation they were having. That many men all together, cut off from the rest of the world, it was hard to resist. It was then when Brooke had started to look at Vanessa differently. But when they came home she thought that it had been just a consequence of the situation, a casualty. Instead, as the words of the iconic song said, the cause had been removed… but the symptom stayed. She immediately switched the water temperature from hot to cold. She needed it.

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“Where we going today sis?”, Vanessa asked as soon as they stepped out of the house. “The Musée d’Orsay. There are a lot of beautiful sculptures and paintings there, even some Van Goghs. I planned this trip hoping to go with my best friend, and he’s kinda into arts, so I hope you don’t get too bored”, Brooke said slightly worried. Classic Canadian courtesy. Vanessa smiled and patted her arm: “Don’t worry sis it’s all good. I love arts. Plus, you could explain some shit to me. You’re giving me this cultured vibe”. “I’m really not, but thank you. In the museums I usually try to listen to a guide who’s telling stuff to a group of tourists, and I grab some info from them. We could do the same thing”. “Yeah, I love mooching culture. Agreed. Let’s go”. “I wouldn’t call it mooching”. “How would you call it”. “Oh, we’re just there… casually listening”. “Why don’t you get an audio guide then”. Brooke smirked: “I’d rather listen to your weird comments about the paitings and sculptures. You can be really funny Vanj". “Maybe that’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me. But how can I blame y'all, it’s true”. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. Now let’s get on this subway, it’s damn late”.

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Vanessa was completely silent, staring at one of the biggest paintings in the whole museum, “L'école de Platon”. She bit her lip and got closer to the painting. Brooke found her like that, eyes scanning every single inch of the painting with an inquisitive stare. “Hey Vanjielina”, she asked, “What are you looking at?”. “This painting. I know no French but apparently it’s like a lesson or something. Plato is teaching. Beautiful, isn’t it”. Brooke approached her to look at the painting, but Vanessa grabbed her by the arm and brought them a few feet back. “Here. You have to watch it from afar first, and then you can get closer. Just like with another person”, she said, unusually soft. Then, she went back to her previous spot, standing perfectly still, captivated. So, Brooke let her eyes admire the stunning painting from the perspective Vanessa had chose for her: the scene depicted was a garden in Ancient Greece, where many beautiful young men, barely clothed, were listening to the philosopher talk. Brooke got one step closer, and as she walked towards the painting she started noticing more and more details: the veins of the leaves, the single strands of hair, the lights and shadows of the boys’ muscles. Vanessa became part of the painting herself: the curve of her back, her hand on her hip, the tight fabric of the jeans agains her legs, her short, dark hair hidden under her hat, they all seemed to fuse with the painting, as if she was listening to Plato as well, covered in only a piece of pastel fabric, with laurel leaves on her head. Brooke walked right besides her, and stood still as she examined the lines of her nose, lips and chin from just a few inches away. “Have you noticed?”. “What?”, Brooke asked. “All the details. Amazing”. Vanessa had never sounded more serious. Brooke nodded: “Were they all this gay in Ancient Greece?”, she asked jokingly, referring to the boys’ naked bodies all so close to each other. Vanessa chuckled: “If so, gimme a damn time machine girl because this looks like literal heaven. I mean, look at their abs and thighs. Fuck. Perfection. Look, they even have a goddamn white peacock there. It can’t get any gayer than this”. “Trust me, we can find a gayer painting”. Vanessa smirked: “Wanna bet?”. They shook hands: “Bet”.

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Vanessa and Brooke spent two hours total, almost running all around the Musee D'Orsay, trying to find a gayer painting, failing miserably. They found each other again in front of which was probably the biggest work of art in the whole museum, called “Les Romains de la Décadence”, a scene of daily life in the Roman era, at the baths. “Found anything?”. “Nope”, Vanessa shook her head. “Well, that ecol of something something was pretty gay. I doubt we’ll find anything better in the whole damn vacation”. “So you give up, mh”. “I’m not giving up, I’m just saying it’s fucking hard. And also I’m hungry, I wanna eat. Let’s get out of here”. “Agreed”. They turnt around, going towards the entrance, when Vanessa stopped suddenly and pointed at the big painting. “Wait, Brooke, sis!”, she laughed, “This lady looks like you in drag”. Brooke followed Vanessa’s finger as she was guided to a beautiful woman wrapped in white clothes, laying in the centre of the painting. She looked slightly bored, but beautiful indeed, and she has a long nose and big lips. “She only kinda looks like me”, Brooke said, “But thanks, it means you find me as beautiful as a work of art”. Vanessa’s big brown eyes were all over her. Then, she said simply: “Yes”.

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They had lunch at a local café, sitting alone at a table eating pan au chocolat, a classical french sweet with bread and dark chocolate, and got coffees. T hey weren’t in the mood for an actual lunch, they would’ve had plenty of occasions for that in the next few days. “It’s so fucking good”, Vanessa said biting into her pan au chocolat. “I know right? We don’t have this in Canada. Or at least not this good”. “I’m a slut for good chocolate”. “You’re a slut in general”. “Excuse me, I’m a respectable young lady!”. Brooke laughed and took a sip of her coffee. “What’s up next then?”, Vanessa asked after a couple of seconds of silence. Brooke looked at her notes app: “Mont Martre tonight, and I’ve also found the best crepes place in all Paris at the bottom of the hill. You like cheese, right?”. “Bitch have you seen me? I ain’t got this thick eating fruits and shits. I love cheese”. Brooke chuckled: “Happy to hear that, because they do excellent cheese crepes. And also sweet ones, like with nuts and strawberries and whatever you want. It should be super good”. Vanessa smiled widely: “You got me excited now, fuck! You’ve really planned this mh?”. “Yeah I did, even though it’s a plan shaped around Steve and me, so like… do you wanna go to the Louvre some time?”. “That’s where the Mona Lisa is, right? Of course I wanna go, I wanna see what’s the buzz all about. Like, is she really that special? Miss Thing thinks she’s a legend but they haven’t seen my portrait yet”. “Do you have a portrait?”. Vanessa hesitated for a second: “Well, no, I don’t, but I’ll have one”. “Where?”. “In the painter place. Isn’t it in Mont Martre?”. Brooke smiled, suprised: “Oh, so you know about it”. “I do know shit bitch! I’m very eloquent”, says Vanessa taking another sip. They didn’t get up until the sun had started setting in the beautiful Parisian sky.

[herondamned]

Let’s talk about sex/ QoAaD and before edition

What you should remember by reading this post: this is what I think, a random bi 17-years-old with discutibile sexual experience, very involved into sexual-positivity stuff and feminisms. I know I’m very young and I know I’m very tolerant but pretty serious in those things but... it’s my opinion:). You can peacefully comment to let me know if you agree or disagree with that, I’ll be happy to talk about this.

Let’s get started because I have a lot to say, from the good things.

I love how Cassandra Clare is putting sex inside of the saga. I know, it might seem fanservice but, in my opinion, it’s for a totally different reason. Maybe Cassandra realized that sex was totally a “super special last book” thing. In fact, nobody remembers James and Tessa’s story about sex or Magnus and Alec, Simon and Isabelle in CftSA. So she decided that it should become a normal thing. I think she’s trying to say: ehi, it is not a big deal, everyone does it! I admit it was kind of creepy Julian reciting the parabatai jurament during sex (maybe because I hated Thule but whatever). Anyway, I really appreciate that, for once, someone is not doing sex before a possible death. Yes because guess what? Seventeen years old have sex and it’s not a problem. But, as Cristina said “not all relationships are about sex”. Everyone is just different. And please, I don’t want to hear people saying that Julian is better or “more man” than Will and Jace because he had sex early or because Emma was crying after or whatever. I’ll do a post also on this, maybe someday idk.

Now, let’s talk about what I didn’t like and what I hope for the future. I might seem a moralist but... protected sex. I already did a post on everyone laughing at Jace for the condom in the hell but... ACTUALLY HE IS A VERY GOOD EXAMPLE. I don’t blame on Will, at the time the only known STD was demon pox, Tessa wasn’t a demon and I think condom were like made of animals’interiors. I think TDA is pretty bad in this things. I know I know, Emma told Julian that she hadn’t anything and she had the birth control, but Julian was like “it was my first time”. Sexual education in pills: You can transmit a STD also during your first time, you can be an healthy carrier. Okay, for LoS, the same. For QoAaD... it’s a little bit different. Do you remember Thule? The world everyone hated and loved? Well, runes weren’t working there. Are you understanding what I’m saying? They had totally unprotected sex! I know I know, Cameron Ashdown’s iconic line was that there were condoms in the drower but... guess what? Sexual education in pills: if the condoms stay in the drower, they don’t work. I wish it was like that. I’m not really worried for Julian and Emma, they are fictional characters and I think Cassie just forgot about this detail. I had a pretty good sexual education at school and I’m super anxious about things like that but... sometimes people are not. A lot of times I had discussions about protected sex with my friends from other schools and almost nobody was bringing STD into it. Someone was also saying that interrupted coitus can prevent all those things but.. Sexual education in pills: not true. I really hope everyone who is reading those books have a good sexual education background. Anyway... we already know that in TLH there will be unprotected sex for the same reason of TID but I honestly hope that in TEC and TWP they have protected sex, even if they are boys, always because of STD.

How many times I said “sex” or something similar?

Anyway, I would appreciate more “top “ girls or, better, couples where nobody gives a fuck about being a top or a bottom. Or maybe more sex without love involved (Jemma’s first time was kind of an example even if THEY LOVED EACH OTHER) but maybe someone will be offended or something like that.

Thank you so much if you read everything, I would appreciate if you left your opinion:).

[valkirsif]

Behind the red door

Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan x kinky foxy girl

Word 3800

Warning Smut, bdsm, dgr kinky,

I love gdr situation in the bedroom ;) i hope enjoy..

PS: Ehi @learisa  another little gif for u sweety <3

"Friend, can I take off the blindfold?" Chris asked laughing, Seb had blindfolded him as soon as they got into the car and curiosity was devouring him,

"Soon dude " Seb laughed , "We're almost there", he gave directions to the driver to turn into the hills above the city,

"At least tell me why I had to put on an elegant suit" he asked with a sigh, "You haven't organized something absurd .. right ?", He heard his friend laugh out loud a "maybe" and shook his head, the same story every year Seb always organized something for his birthday , whether it was holidays in strange places or dinners under the water .. the year before they had skydiving with the wingsuit and had a lot of fun, that year he had simply told him to put on his dark suit and wait for it .. and now she had no idea she was wearing it, she resigned herself enjoying the journey.

An eternity of time later the car stopped and Seb helped him out,

"Can I now?" he asked hopefully, someone took him by the hand .. a woman for sure the hands were too small and delicate to be a friend's,

"Just a second Mister Evans" answered a soft voice escorting him, "Please take a seat " she said making him lean on something soft .. an armchair he thought,

"Now you can dude " Seb said laughing as he took off his blindfold, "Happy birthday man" he said patting him on the back

"Where the heck did you take me?" Chris asked looking around, he was sitting on a leather chair in some kind of club, wooden tables with armchairs similar to his were scattered around the room, the bar counter was dark wood with warm lights, a girl dressed in dark skin with a cat mask on her face was preparing cocktails behind the counter, " Seb what a fantastic place" he said cheerfully, he liked that kind of place, noticed the waitress when she opened her mouth,

"Can I get you something to drink while you wait for Madame Kastalia ?" she asked in a low voice,

"Two beers, thanks Arte" Seb said relaxed patting her on the ass when passed, the girl smiled swaying to the bar, Chris looked at her smiling, he would have taken her to the room willingly, she was tall with long red hair and her body wrapped in a blue silk corset combined with lace coulottes of the same color and high heels,

" Seb say I can invite her out when it's over?" asked the friend who seemed to be from home, "It's not bad .. " he laughed,

"Arte??" the man answered pointing to her, " She is engaged to the bartender, you have no chance" he laughed, "Anyway you will still be busy when she disconnects" he said mysteriously, the girl brought a drink to the men and stood next to their table , a woman dressed in red leather joined them, Arte lowered her head and moved her chair as soon as she approached,

"Sebastian dear, welcome back," she said, sitting down and reaching out his hand to greet him,

" Kastalia you are beautiful .. " he said kissing her hand, "It's a real pleasure to come back to you, this is Christopher" turned to his friend who kissed her hand introducing himself,

"Welcome" Kastalia smiled snapping her fingers, the bartender reached them with a bucket full of ice and a bottle of champagne with 3 glasses, placed it on the table and returned to her seat after having served them, "Good dear" the woman said throwing them a sweet,

"Sebastian has organized something for his to celebrate" she began to explain, "He will explain everything once you get on" smiled, "My job is to explain the house rules: unless it is said in a "game" NO means NO so I suggest you stop what you were doing, speak clearly with your toy and explain what you want and how you want it and you will be satisfied, the toys have the right to refuse your requests and you will be sent a toy that they will like, not there are time limitations once in the arcade "she concluded quietly but seriously,

"I'll be flawless don't doubt" Chris replied, "I would never allow myself to hurt a woman ",

"Very well in this case follow me" she smiled as stood up. Seb and Chris followed her down a corridor to a numbered door, "This is the key .. " she said passing it to Seb , ".. have a good evening and happy birthday Mister Evans" she smiled mischievously before retracing her steps, a new girl dressed in pink joined them with bathrobes in her hand,

"If you want to follow me, Madame expects her guests to take a bath before using the toys" she explained, accompanying them to a bathroom and leaving them alone,

"Dude I'm really curious" Chris said getting comfortable in the tub, "I think I know what kind of toys are behind the doors .. I 'm really curious" he laughed,

" You'll see .. I won't tell you anything" replied Seb laughing , the two bathed, dressed and headed for the room,

"Please open you," said the friend passing the key to Chris.

Behind the door he found a large bed with a girl dressed in dark skin, with a vaulted mask also in leather, long black hair and a dildo in the shape of a fox tail, lying on it.

" Wow .. " Chris said as he entered admiring the girl, the white skin, the big breasts, the soft body and the butt .. ohh what a butt, it looked so soft, he was speechless, heard his friend laugh as he closed the door,

"You like? If it's not your taste just say it" he asked uncorking a bottle,

"Jokes is perfect" he shook his head smiling, "You know me really well friend", he went to the bed curious, " Er .. hello" he said not knowing how to behave, Seb reached him snapping his fingers, the girl got out of bed and yes kneeled before them, face down, hands palms up and back straight in anticipation,

"Look at me doll " he said kindly, smiled at her stroking her face, " Kastalia told you what we want?" churches,

"Yes Wolf" she replied, bowing her head, Seb motioned her to continue, "You asked for a fox hunt with prey capture, behind you are all the toys you requested" she said pointing to a table covered with a red cloth,

"Very well, safety word and your game limit" he asked delicately, Chris was watching the curious scene, he knew that his friend frequented that kind of place for him it was the first time and he let Seb lead the way,

"The safety word is papaya my Wolf or two blows if I'm gagged" she replied calmly, "My limits are that I don't take off my heels, whip and spank YES, heavier blows NO" she concluded by bowing her head,

"How sorry? Heavy blows? " Chris asked restlessly, the girl looked at her puzzled not knowing what to do, Seb motioned her to explain,

"There are girls who appreciate slaps on the face and body .. " she replied politely, ".. others want their guests to put out their cigarettes on the tongue .. it's a private club for any kind of kink one wants to experiment, many guests they get spanked, but everything remains in the game .." she smiled, ".. the guests don't see the guards .. but they are there for our protection" she concluded, ".. one last thing Mister Evans .. what do you want me to call it? " churches,

" Er .. to stay on topic I would say Bear" he smiled stroking her face,

"Very good my Bear" she smiled getting back into position and waiting for orders, Chris went to the table and removed the red fabric, underneath he found dildos , nipple clamps, handcuffs and other objects all wood-themed, took the collar and leash in his hands and went back on his steps entering the idea of the "game", he leaned over the girl and lifted her face, put the fur-covered collar around her neck and hooked the leash,

"Walk for me Foxy " he whispered pulling the leash lightly, "Let me watch you crawl at our feet", he went to the armchairs, took the glass that Seb handed him and sat down undoing his jacket, the girl started walking around the room. all fours crawling on her knees, looking at the two men smiling, stopped in the center of the room stretching herself with a fox that had just woken up, he licked a "paw" and started moving towards them again,

"On your knees Foxy " Seb ordered getting up, took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, took a riding crop before approaching her who had taken the position and was waiting, "Straight and look at the Bear" he said patting her ass, girl obeyed, "How do you say?" Seb snarled hitting her again,

"Yes Wolf, I'm sorry," she moaned getting into position, her breasts squeezed into her corset her cherry lips and long lashes bewitched Chris,

"You are really beautiful Foxy " he said leaning over her stroking her face, going down her neck following the line of her collarbones and squeezing her nipple through the fabric, the girl moaned, Chris stared at her while continuing to play with her breasts,

"Do you have to tell me something Foxy ?" He asked, cupping her chin with his free hand and lifting her face because to look at him,

"Come on," he ordered, Seb walked around her holding the leash,

"Thank you Bear" she whispered, staring at him,

"Thanks for what Foxy ?" he asked taking her breasts, feeling it enjoying her softness, his cock became hard, he felt it rubbing on the zipper, he would fuck her immediately but he wanted to play with her together with Seb ,

"Thank you for choosing me" replied the girl, "Thank you for touching me" she moaned, Seb hit her,

"Don't take too many liberties Foxy , you are not allowed to moan without permission" he said passing the whip between her shoulder blades and descending on her ass, "Do you understand?" he asked seriously,

"Yes Wolf I understand, I'll be good" she replied raising her hands as if they were her paws and brought them to the height of the breast, Chris stood up and began to undress, he would not have fucked her but wanted her to suck him, he was too horny from the situation to wait.

He sat back up and snapped his fingers, the girl crawled to the chair and got into position at his feet, Seb handed him the leash,

" Is all like a good come here," said Chris pulling kind to approach her, she tried to stand back like any wild animal, "Do not hurt you," said the kind man slapping his knee, extending a hand because he could smell it, the girl he moved, resting her face on his hand,

"Well done Foxy .. come .. up " he continued, the girl placed her hands on the man's knees and lifted herself to the height of his cock with her tongue out, "Open your mouth" he ordered, took her by the ears of the mask and he put his cock in her mouth moving her head delicate at first, he didn't want to force it, he saw Seb laughing with his hand on his face and stopped, "What's the matter dude ?" he asked taking his cock out of her mouth,

" Serl a second please" Seb said to the girl, "Have a drink .. a moment and let's start again" he laughed, "Chris I organized this scene for you, enjoy it .. " he calmed down trying to explain, " Serlina is a professional, when I come here I always ask her why she is the best" he said," You don't have to worry about fucking her mouth with a little force, the safety word is for that, if she gives you two pats on the leg you stop" he explained," Sorry I had to tell you first, I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere ",

"Thanks for the clarification, being a "virgin" is strange" he laughed while drinking, " Serlina when you're ready let's continue" he said to the girl,

"Here I am Mister Evans" she said professionally, "If you want to know more before continuing .. " she asked smiling, Chris nodded, he made himself comfortable snapping his fingers,

"Here Foxy as a good girl" he said delicately, picking up where she left off a few minutes before, this time he didn't hold back, " Look at me .. " he ordered holding her by the ears sinking into her fast throat,

"What a soft and moist mouth Foxy .. " he grunted pushing his cock deep down her throat, excited by her tears, ".. heaven what a paradise .." he said taking his cock out of her mouth starting to touch quickly, "..head in up and open your mouth .." he moaned staring at her, he came to her lips and breasts with a snarl, relaxing leaning back panting,

"Very good little Foxy .. you can clean yourself .." he gasped as he took a drink, Seb came up with a towel bending over her who was still in position,

"Here here .. " said the delicate facial cleaning them, ".. now you are all clean .. drink ..", put the water in a crystal bowl and placed it beside the chair pulling on the leash because it would shift, she licked quenching her thirst, ran her paws over her face to clean herself and crouched like a happy puppy.

Seb went to the table and chose another toy to add to the picture, two velvet leaf-shaped nipple squeezers with bells attached, pulled the leash and the girl got down on her knees right away,

" Dude if it's okay with you I would like to start unwrapping this nice gift" he said to his friend, "But first I'll get comfortable too" he laughed undressing,

"Go ahead .. " Chris answered staring at the girl, "..I like looking at her" he said lifting her face putting her in a pose as he wanted, Seb approached her and went behind his kneeling behind her,

"Let's see what we find below" he whispered sliding his hand on her back stroking the laces , "How soft you are Foxy " he said undoing her corset and taking it off, showing her generous breasts,

" Heaven .. " Chris said leaning towards her sinking his hands into her breast and squeezing delicately, "..soft as a freshly baked cake .." he played with her nipples to make them harden as Seb kissed her neck stroking her back,

".. it is soft .. " the man said biting her, ".. and perfumed .. " he stroked her shoulders, scratching her lightly, he went down on her breasts, snapping the rings on her turgid nipples, the girl moaned excitedly,

"What did we tell you?" snarled Chris playing with the rings making the bells ring, "Waiting for an answer Foxy " he said tightening his grip,

".. that I am not allowed to moan .. my Bear .. " she replied in a whisper, Seb took a gag in the shape of a bone and passed it to Chris,

"Thanks man" he said, "Now let's solve the problem of disobedience" he smiled put the bone in her mouth and squeezed, "Too tight?" asked, she nodded,

"On all fours Foxy " Seb ordered giving her a couple of strokes on the ass, "Head straight and look ahead" he said turning around her, adjusting her position by giving her small strokes,

"How wonderful view from behind," he said passing the whip on the marks left by the corset, " Dude look at her .. it is so beautiful" name is Chris who was watching the various objects on the table, brought with if the fur cuffs reaching the friend,

"You're right Seb .. " he said leaning on his friend, ".. she's really beautiful .. a little pale maybe .. " he said giving her an open hand spanking on her ass,

"Count" he ordered spanking her again, the girl counted gagged, only a hoarse moan came out that excited the men, she reached 10 and stopped stroking her red ass,

"What a nice tail you have Foxy " he said stroking the hairy dildo passing it between his fingers, pulling it lightly, the girl stifled a moan, "Really soft" he whispered following the curves of her butt,

" Mmm you must be in heat .. you are wet .. " he laughed putting two fingers in her pussy, moving them in scissors on her G-spot, "Definitely in heat .. look at how arches Seb" he told his friend continuing to move inside her , Seb laughed, took her gag

"Open up" he ordered seriously putting his cock in her mouth, "Hot and wet .. very good" he growled grabbing her by the hair, "Suck baby Foxy , enjoy my cock" he said leaning on the chair letting her dictate the pace, yeah they knew perfectly well how to give him pleasure, Chris began to stimulate her ass by pulling out the dildo little by little to penetrate her again,

"If you want you can meow Foxy " he whispered leaning on her back, "What do you say dude let her express herself a little?" he asked Seb inserting another finger into her pussy,

" Yes .. ohh yes .. " his friend panted, squeezing her hair to use it as he pleased, ".. I like to hear her meow .. " moaned as the girl sucked greedily, Chris put his free hand under her belly to reach her clit , starting to gently brush it making its way through its folds, the girl opened her mouth to pant and Seb pushed his cock deeper into her throat, gagging her, making her salivate, held her head fucking her hard, excited by her moans , he came panting holding her nose holding her tight,

"Drink it all Foxy .. don't waste a drop" he said angrily emptying himself between her lips, he felt the girl swallow and left her head coming out of her,

"I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers .. " Chris said to her, "..you would like to enjoy real Foxy " he asked excitedly,

"My Bear yes .. " she gasped in pleasure, Seb was torturing her breasts making the bells ring, ".. please my Wolf .. I want to enjoy .. " she pleaded looking at him,

"And why should we let you enjoy?" Seb asked maliciously tightening his grip on the breast, "In the end you are our prize .. we should be the ones to enjoy using you .. " he laughed,

".. for .. because I 'm a lit .. little Foxy in heat .. " she shouted out of her excitement, the men looked at each other nodding, Chris picked up the pace inside her, Seb moved to spank her while his friend stimulated,

"If that's what you want .. " Chris said following his movements, ".. enjoy for us little lusty Foxy , little bitch in heat .. " he ordered rubbing her clit quickly, entering and exiting her quickly, the girl came screaming , leaning on the floor exhausted,

"How do you say?" Seb asked hitting her with a whip on the ass, "You're not so wild that you don't know education",

she turned toward them in her knees, "Thank you," panted catching her breath, "Thank you for making me enjoy," said, rubbing her face on the hand of Chris,

"Good Foxy " he replied stroking her head, "Stand up and walk to the edge of the bed" he ordered pulling the leash, Serlina obeyed and waited for other orders smiling, the man poured himself a drink before going to the table,

"How many beautiful toys still to use .. " he said to himself, touching them, "..mmm this .. and .. these .. " he returned to the armchairs and made himself comfortable, the evening was super exciting and he wanted to enjoy it without haste,

"I asked for another bottle" Seb said, sitting in turn, looked at the objects chosen by his friend and smiled, " Interesting .. I think I know what you want to do with it" he said giving Chris a high five, a girl came in leaving a new bucket with inside the champagne and went out in silence, they drank and moved towards the bed, Seb made himself comfortable lying down looking at the girl still standing, Chris stroked her back going down on her ass,

"Hands behind her back Foxy " he said patting her buttocks, opened the handcuffs and squeezed them on Serlina's wrists, locking her hands behind her back, "Too tight?" asked kindly, the girl shook her head, scratched her back going up to the collar, unhooked the leash and put on a longer one that she passed in a ring fixed high on the bed, looked at Seb who moved towards her, brought a hand between her legs playing with her clit ,

"Sit on me Foxy " ordered helping, aligning it with his cock entered her slowly as he sat, "How did you get wet little bitch in heat," laughed putting his hands on the butt bringing with if in the middle of the bed, the new leash he held her head held high and the handcuffs made her stand up straight, "Comfortable?" Seb asked staring at her,

"Yes Wolf" she replied smiling at him,

"Well, let's have fun with the birthday boy" he growled holding her by the hips starting to move inside her, Chris walked around the bed enjoying the sight of the handcuffed girl getting fucked by Seb , took the whip and patted her breast making ring the loudest bells,

“ Dude join us whenever you want.. ” Seb said , “ .. do you see her? She wants more .. you feel how wet she is" he grunted, spanking her, " .. tell him Foxy .." he ordered growling as he fucked her hard,

"My Bear .. I 'm so horny .. " she meowed looking at him, ".. I want your cock inside me .. please .. " she moaned for yet another blow on her ass,

"Ah ah you have to shut up Foxy .. " he said approaching, pulled her head back without kindness and put the gagball back on , ".. what a sweet sound .." he whispered hearing her moans muffled by the gag, climbed on the bed kneeling behind of her pushing her on his friend's chest who slowed down to let him get comfortable, put his hands on her ass to make his way, put a generous dose of lube on his cock and touched himself before entering her with a moan,

" Foxy how welcoming you are .. " he said taking her by the arms lifting her back towards him, he took her breasts in his hands and began to move angrily inside her ass, ".. these tits .." he said squeezing her nipples, the girl threw her head back panting, "..you like it Foxy right ? .." she growled slowing down to let Seb free to move again, the two moved together in and out of her moaning, "..you are a bitch .. a filthy bitch .. "he said licking her neck,

"Yes it is" Seb laughed , "Feel how squeezes her pussy .. " he moaned licking her breasts, ".. tight and perfect",

"A beautiful prey .. " Chris said increasing the pace, he was too excited to take it slow, ".. I want to feel you squeeze my cock .." he moaned bringing a hand to her clit , he pressed with small circles, the girl was screaming with pleasure in the gag with saliva running down the sides of the mouth,

".. is going to enjoy .. do you feel it?" Seb asked, anchored to her breast, “Do you want to enjoy Foxy ? Do you want to make us enjoy? " he asked staring at it in flames, nodded yes ,

"She's on the edge .. " Chris said increasing the blows inside her followed by Seb , the men raging on her body like wild beasts taking every part of her, "ENJOY Foxy .. enjoy .. " he ordered, Serlina was filled from the two men, moaning out of themselves in the gag,

"What a wonderful feeling" Seb said pushing his cock deep enjoying her tight pussy, Chris grabbed her hair and kissed her neck fucking her hard, he wanted to enjoy her spasms before enjoying,

"OMG" he shouted enjoying pushing his cock into her ass all the way, he remained panting leaning on her shoulders, he took off the collar to make her comfortable, they remained leaning against each other for about ten minutes catching their breath,

" Wait .. " Seb whispered sweetly taking off her gagball , ".. so you breathe better" he smiled at her stroking her face, "You are always the best Serlina " he laughed, the girl moved to kiss him, Chris rolled onto his back next to his friend,

"Best birthday party ever friend" he laughed giving him high five, "Thanks Serlina it was beautiful" he smiled at the girl removing the rings from her nipples,

"Thanks to you, I really enjoyed myself too" she smiled, getting comfortable between the two men,

"I'll have the tub prepared .. " Chris said taking the phone, ".. maybe we eat something before continuing the evening .. ", the trio laughed going towards the large tub full of hot water and scented bubbles .. the night was still long and on the table there were many toys left to try ..

[hikarain]

Fuck! BOOM! Auch.

Series: Overwatch

Pairing: Boombox (Junkrat x  Lúcio)

Chapters: 10/10

Words: 19.270

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

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

CHAPTER 1

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3

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

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

We head to town. He holds my hand…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

-          You done with the shopping yet?

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

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

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

Chapter 7

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

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

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

-          We could use some veggies and fruit maybe?

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

-          Thanks, man! Laterz <3

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

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

Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There it is. I deserve this.

Chapter 9

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

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

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

Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[write-a-good-one]

11:11:57 pm

im going to try and clear my head bc there is alot going on. Im just going to type with out editing and see where it gets me. 

I want to get out. I want to feel someone on me. like really on me. all over me. I eant to be touch every EVERY where including my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, my finger tips, my toes, my lips, both lips to be extact. I want to feel. feel warm but not warm from this flu. I wondering if andrew still thinks of me. I wonder if he care. I know I am thinking like this because I am alone. I mean lonely. I dont mind being alone when I want to be. I like being with people dont get me wrong but I like being with the right kind of pepole that stimulate me. I wonder if he has been with anyone else. I wonder if he has really I mean REALLY moved on. does anyone really move completely on when you had a connection that strong. I feel bllod rushing to my face and water collecting in my ducts. I dont know ehy I am thinking like this because he seriouslt hasnt been on my mind until he followed me back. Im surious to why that is. I dont want to get back with him. I think I am just craving intimicy. I feel when thid is all said and done and this lockdown is lifted im going to jump on the first man I see. I havent thought of chris in that way and I have been thinking about him in that way. again because I think I am lonely. The say when you are craving something from someone, you arent lovng yourself enough, which I think is true. I havent given myself the love I need in the past week. I think its because I am feeling sick and also down about this whole grad school thing. I really dont think im good enough to get in but am I being realistic or too negative about it. Im unsure. I just want to get in. REALLLYY BAD. I dont know what im going to do if I dont. im scared. 

the whole time I was writing this gaeron was popping in and out of me head. I dont understand why you are oming back into my life. I miss you. I want to learn who you are agin. I was to reintroduce myself. I miss you. Im confused by you. Im unsure what you are getting out of the blank snaps back and forth. I miss you. I want to know what you feel like again. It bother me that I cant remember what our first time was like and how awkward we mafe it. I want to be back in the car with you and tell you how I felt in that moment. I hate that my anxiety got in the way. it always does. I hate how I cant controll it. I hate that. I hate it. I would have kissed you longer. I wouldd have left you hold me longer. I woulid have painted a better memory in my head. I hated that you left me tho and came back with an “I love you: months later. I dont think I deserved that. I dont think you deserve to stay with her just because you dont want to try again wiith someone else. I mean that what I was scared abiuht as well but I am here and im survuvng without that relationship. I want to know what your motive is. I hate that you did nt want to be really with me in the beginning. I hate how our timing never worked out. I just dont know. I hate how our converstation are so ... short and awkard. I feel like sometimes we care way more than we should and other its a “fuck you I dont feel like responding” attiutude. 

I want to get shit faced again. with all my friendsand have no control. I want to fall in the arms of someone and take me home. I want drunk sex. I awant to be up against a wall. I want to be pushed around. I want heat. I want depth. I want breakfast and coffee in the morning in bed. I want oversized shirts and hoodies. I want barefeet on cold floor. I want arms around my waist with head on my neck kisses paying for the breakfast I am making. I want dancing and laughing. I was pure in the moment. 

I cant tell if I crave a relationship becaise im lonely. I cant tell if im ready, I want to be ready, for the right person. I am flattered with random guys messaging me but I want the one. as does everyone else. I want the one and only. 

[puppydanversfan]

Okay so I FINALLY watched Justice League and:

I panicked the entire time during the Amazon fight scene

Diana. Need I say more?

I stan one (1) Arthur Curry

That scene with Barry and Henry was fantastic and I stan one (1) Barry Allen

Also that bit when Alfred was teasing Bruce about Diana was great and Alfred isbalways so salty to Bruce bc he knows he needs it

MAMA K YOU’RE HEEEEEEERE WE MISSED YOU MARTHA

Diana talking about Steve 😭😭😭

How does Diana look incredible all the time???

Also why does she need a scarf? Does she actually get cold?

Amazons and Atlanteans fighting together sounds so badass

DON’T YOU THINK I DIDN’T SEE A GREEN LANTERN. I SAW IT

Diana totally knew Victor was there btw

I can already tell that Barry is gonna have the best lines. I can feel it in my gut

“I do competitive ice dancing” “I do... very competitive ice dancing” love it

Barry talking about people is so relatable like people make no sense

SPEED FORCE

Black hole of snacks. Same Barry

We all knew Diana knew you were there okay Vic

Oh Vic my poor boy you need friends too

“Looks like you have a date Ms. Prince. About time somebody here did.” So fucking salty Alfred

Ughhhhh please stop talking about Steve those feels are still too raw for me

I can feel the bromance forming between Vic and Diana

“Hi Diana I’m Barry. That’s not right.” I mean to be fair anyone would get distracted meeting her

Are we gonna get to see that kid use that bug spray? Cause I wanna see that

HOW DARE YOU USE STEVE AGAINST HER BRUCE

Yeah you deserve all that comes at you being like this Bruce

“You know that if she kills you, we’re gonna cover for her.” God I knew he was gonna get the best lines

“... but I was running the numbers while you were being an asshole.” You tell him Vic

Bruce careful you’re starting to sound like you got a crush on Clark

All Barry wants is a fist bump man come on Vic

This is gonna be another bromance. Barry and Vic. And I’m loving it

DIANA DON’T WANNA HEAR YOUR EXCUSES BRUCE

Opening that coffin and only seeing that picture of Jonathan almost made me cry and I am not ashamed

EHY DID YOU LET THAT PICTURE FALL INTO THE WATER HOW DARE YOU

Superman beating Wonder Woman in a fight? Sounds fake but okay

Aquaman being compelled by the Lasso to spill everything about what he thought about everyone and then barring his soul was great

Bruce and Arthur bromance is a go

Of course Barry doesn’t know directions

Bruce Finally Gets A Space Gun And I Am Happy

Literally everyone gets along with everyone and I love that

GOW DARE YOU HURT VICTOR YOU BASTARD I WILL KILL YOU

“I really like being alive” *big explosion* “well not now that everything HURTS”

Wow Bruce so much concern for Victor huh

“I don’t even understand the physics of how my toes hurt!” I vibe Victor

STOP HURTING BARRY

BOOM TUBES GALORE THIS MOVIE

Barry finally getting his fist bump

I’m upset that we didn’t get to see the little girl use bug spray on one of the parademons

Bruce bought the bank that owned the Kent farm? You really wanna tell me that he doesn’t have a crush on Clark?

“The whole bank?” “It’s like a reflex with me. I don’t know” yeah SURE OKAY

Barry finally working in a crime lab at CCPD thanks to probably Bruce

“True darkness is the conviction that the light will never return.” Damn Lois that’s deep. But she needs therapy after losing the love of her life and I don’t think she got any and she definitely needs to deal with that

“Six chairs, right there” “with room for more” my hEART

Diana stepping into the light is yay

Barry has a thing with directions and it is hilarious

We all knew that Lex wasn’t there when the guard had to say his name lbr

I had a terrible feeling that it was gonna be Deathstroke before I even got a good look at him bc of that armor

AHHHH THAT WAS SO GOOD I LOVED IT

You should all go watch it if you haven’t seen it

[tomhollandsmainhoe]

The Perfect Affair (TH)

Chapter 3

Tom's POV

"When are you going to tell Y/N that you're Tom?" Harrison exclaimed.

"When I'm ready!"

"Mate, you've dated her for a while now. She's going to let her parents meet you!"

"Shit that's right."

"Duh. Plus why did you make me Sam? I've been called that so much that I've gotten used to it! I don't know that I'm Haz anymore. Whenever your mom calls for the real Sam, I answer. Fuck, mate. And you could have chosen a different name! Some cool like Tron or something."

"Seriously?"

"Why not? It's cool."

"Whatever. Fuck off Harrison."

Harrison laughed.

Y/N's POV

It's my one year anniversary with Stanley. Oh God, I love him so much and he makes me so happy. He always calls me "little fairy" because I'm 5'2" and he's 5'8" (Sorry if that's not your height. I just wanted to show how Y/N is a "little fairy". You can insert your own nickname if you want.) We decided to take things slowly because we're both young and there's no need to rush anything.

I wish he was here. He's unfortunately working and overseas currently. It's completely understandable when you're in the entertainment industry. I think he said he was a director or something? He’s a fine looking man.

I just finished my freshman year of college. I’ve always wanted to help people as a doctor. I know that this route is difficult because of the years of school and the great amount of stress. But this is all worth it because I am happy whenever people are happy.

"Hey B/M?" I called my best friend from high school. It's been so long since I've talked to her.

"He Y/N! What's up?"

"Everything is good. The workload is intense! Ugh, I need to take a break. But the good thing is that I’m happy."

"That's awesome! Have you found any cute boys?"

"Well that was quick. And the answer is yes."

"OMG! Who?"

"His name is Stanley Frost. He's a director, I think."

"Do you have pictures?"

In my time of dating with Stanley, I didn't even think to take pictures or even selfies. I guess I was too focused on him and our time together that we didn't even take pictures.

"Oh no sorry."

"Come on! Give a girl some love!" B/N pleaded.

"Sorry I don't have any pictures. I really don’t have any pictures. Do you have someone?"

"Nah none of the girls or guys are really to my taste."

"Well, that's a shame. Don't worry. You'll find someone eventually."

"Coming from someone who ranted to me throughout high school that she'll end up a spinster."

"Hey! I was in distress because no one is as perfect as Misha Collins!" (Supernatural anyone?)

“Yeah because a 42 year old man would be perfect for a 17 year old girl!”

“You know what? He’s a really sweet person and the writers of Supernatural make him seem like a lovable person, okay?”

"You're killing me, Y/N." she laughed.

Then there was an awkward pause. Because we spent some time apart, there really wasn’t much to say unfortunately.

"Well, when can you come visit me B/N?"

"I don't know. But when I do, bring Stanley over."

"Sure thing."

I hung up the phone. I needed to call someone after spending time alone. It was a long while since Stanley visited me. I felt a wet tear slide down my cheek as my phone buzzed. It was a text from Stanley!

Stanley: eHy Y/N? Wassup? What is going on?

Y/N: Stanley? Are you okay?

Stanley: I HAD 1one1 2 many. Haha

Y/N: Are you alone? And drunk? Ugh pick up the phone!

There was an awkward pause between his texts. They were erratic and clearly incoherent. He definitely was drunk.

Stanley: No Haz is with me.

Haz? Who is Haz? Does he mean Sam? Or was it just auto-correct?

Stanley: Hey Y/N. This is Sam texting from Stanley's phone.

Y/N: Sam? What's going on? And who’s Haz?

Stanley: Stanley was the designated driver but I guess he was sad that he couldn't be there on your anniversary.

Oh, right. Today was our anniversary!

Y/N: You drank also? Plus, you didn’t answer my question. Who’s Haz?

Stanley: Yeah. I'm such a div. Stanley is out of control and he's driving! Haz is no one.

Y/N: Oh ok. Where are you guys right now?

Stanley: C/N. Stanley wanted to surprise you.

Oh dear Lord have mercy on their souls. I snatched my car keys and headed over where Sam told me they currently were. Luckily they were driving in sparsely populated areas where, hopefully, no one will get hurt. Stanley probably is driving in circles but he could still get hurt!

I stopped around the corner of the area where Sam told me Stanley was at. I saw the silver Audi blink its headlights voraciously. Oh dear Lord. Stanley is clearly intoxicated. He wasn't stopping either.

"Stanley! What are you doing?" I screamed. “Stop!”

"Who's Stanley! I'm Spider-Man!" Stanley screeched. “So shut your face!” Sam quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. I guess he was trying to prevent him from screeching unintelligible phrases.

There was no other choice. I had to get his attention. I couldn't risk Stanley getting hurt. Without thinking, I jumped on the hood of his car. Well, it’s definitely a stupid move and I might die.

"Y/N!" Stanley shouted.

I didn't get hurt. Stanley stopped his car before I jumped.

Stanley drunkenly stepped out of the car. Though his behavior was in a drunken manner, his eyes were radiant. Something about those brown, puppy-dog eyes told me that he was still in his right mind. Sam mouthed "thank you". I didn't care if I got hurt. I just wanted Stanley to be safe.

"Y/N! What were you thinking?" Stanley slurred.

The sob I held in burst out. Stanley could have got in serious trouble. He could have died. He could have gotten a DUI and locked in jail. But most important of all, he was not here with me on our anniversary.

I reached out to grab Stanley's arms. He hugged me so tightly as if there was no tomorrow. With his hands cupped around my shoulders and the small of my back, I clenched my fist into his chest and sobbed.

"I love you Y/N." he sniffled.

"...I love you too." I gasped out.

Suddenly it was as if Stanley was no longer drunk.

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I said that I love....oh shit," I repeated.

"You really do?"

"Of course, babe. You're my everything."

Of course, like a romance movie we kissed. Our lips locked tightly just like how Death almost gripped on Stanley's life. I tasted the whiskey in Stanley's mouth. He definitely was drinking hard liquor.

"Umm... Y/N? Could you drive us home?" Sam sighed.

I broke the kiss with Tom.

"Oh yeah. Definitely. It'll be my pleasure."