#boy interruped

[hipsteralien]

will graham covered in blood will be always famous

[loulouwrites]

PROSE . ALFIE SOLOMONS

summary: alfie found comfort in her letters during his darkest moments, even if they were never meant for him warnings: angst, war, death, ptsd, a bit of politics, happy ending, unedited for now word count: 2.2k a/n: a short lil story x

Lieutenant Adam Weiss would read those letters over and over, a smile on his muddy face whenever he pulled the envelopes from his pockets, almost as if the words made him forget where he was.

The letters were creased and the envelopes were worn, mud caked the sides and gritty fingerprints decorated the edges from where he would run his hand down the pages. Some of the letters were longer than others, ranging from one page to four, front and back.

Captain Alfie Solomons watched the boy pull out a fresh letter, amazed he received so many. Delivering letters to frontline soldiers was not a priority in the war, nor should it be, men waited months for notes from their family, but somehow, Adam always received his - he must have been the luckiest lad in France.

People didn't write to Alfie.

His parents were long gone, his sisters had husbands they would rather scribble away to, and the few friends he had were scattered throughout Europe, fighting the same fight he was - one none of them quite understood.

Adam's smile felt like an assault on the captain, the grin he wore reminiscent of a time before, a time that didn't exist anymore. The lieutenant had never shared who the letters were from, he kept them tucked into his breast pocket, only pulling them out when everybody else was busied with other, more important tasks.

"Who's writing you these letters?" Alfie asked the boy, trying to stretch his legs the best he could in the cramped quarters below ground.

Adam's grin faded from his face, and he shrugged non-committally, tucking the letter away.

"Just a girl I know," he said, face bashful.

"A girl you know," Alfie nodded. He was surprised he had never met Adam before the war, they were both raised in the same area, both Jewish, of a similar age, yet their paths had never crossed. "A pretty girl?"

"Just a girl," Adam scowled, crossing his arms across his chest.

The sound of gunfire interruped whatever Alfie was about to say next.

Lieutenant Adam Weiss succumbed to injuries sustained in the battlefield two weeks before the armistice was signed. He died at the age of 24, with a hole in his head, and even more in the chest.

Alfie didn't feel much when he died, there had been so much death that he feared he had become immune to it, and he was never particularly close to the man. Yet, it didn't stop him from taking the letters from the dead man's pocket before his body was dragged away.

He had no intention of reading the letters that were now kept in his own breast pocket, he wasn't even sure why he took them in the first place, but the weight of them comforted him.

More letters arrived the day after Adam died, a small envelope addressed to him at the bottom of the pile, and Alfie took that one too, snatching it from the boy who delivered them before he could question it.

It was a lot quieter these days, men were being picked off one by one, and those that were still alive, found little to talk about. At first, they would joke about finally being away from their wives, or make lewd comments about the nurses, but now, there was nothing, it was if they couldn't remember their lives before.

Alfie opened the letter before he could stop himself, the cursive handwriting was so neat, not a word had been crossed out, suggesting the author had taken their time with every word, possibly rewriting it completely whenever she made a mistake, a showing of her care, not just for the letters, but for Adam too.

He carefully read the well wishes and pleasantries. The one page letter was not particularly engaging or poetic, but the talk of day to day life in London was comforting to Alfie in the most painful way.

His eyes led to the bottom of the page, where the writing got slightly messy, and the words were slanted more than they were in the beginning.

Revolution is in the air, and peace is on the horizon. You will be home soon, hopefully before the month draws to a close, and we will celebrate your birthday together, as we have always done.

The slaughter will end, and you will be home.

Your dearest, and only friend.

She didn't sign it, there was no need to, he supposed, the letter was not for him, it was for the boy dead on the battlefield, and he already knew her name.

Alfie scoffed as he reread her words.

The slaughter will end.

Bullshit.

The armistice was signed less than two weeks later. The girl from the letters was right, the slaughter had ended and peace had come - though the men returning were forever changed.

Alfie wondered whether word about Adam had reached her, it should have by now. He considered tracking her down and telling her himself, he was the boy's captain, after all, but he had no fight in him to search for a nameless girl in London - he was tired.

The journey to London was long, they had heard them like cattle onto boats and trains, the men silently sitting in their misery, no celebration to be had.

The time allowed Alfie to read the other letters he had been carrying. He read them in no particular order, skimming through the cursive writing, more to distract himself from the sadness filling the train carriage, than anything else.

Mr Feldman brought me flowers again, he thinks I'm his dead wife.

Your mother came over for shabbat, she cried a lot.

I still go to the bakery we used to go after school, the bread isn't as nice now that Issaac isn't there to make it.

James proposed to me - again. It is the fifth time I have declined. He doesn't understand why I have no intention to marry a ten year old.

The girl talked a lot about what was happening at home, Alfie appreciated that, other than well wishes and the odd scathing political rant, she rarely mentioned the war, the men reading letters didn't need reminding of the war, the needed to be reminded of home.

Life returned to a new normal in the years following the war. Alfie was able to forget the war better than most, maybe because the violence didn't end for him. He went from a war in France to a war in London, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

Tensions rose, men died, and Alfie survived - as it was, as it always would be.

He sat in his office a lot, when everybody had left for the day, he would pull out the stack of letters from the second drawer of his desk, and read them over again, as if he couldn't recite them word for word at his point.

He had a favourite, one that was now more creased than the others, and had more bends in the edges, read far more often than others.

I had an argument with my mother, again. I shall not bore you with the details, but I am certain the war will end soon, that the trend sweeping the East will come here and you shall return home.

We will go to Abraham's bakery the day you step off the train and eat the pineapple cake you like so much, we will then go to Finsbury Gardens and spend the rest of the day there, and we shall end the day at the pub, I haven't been allowed in without my male companion.

May you remain safe and well, and may you return home soon.

Your only and closest friend.

The girl was not a particularly poetic writer, yet Alfie was more enthralled by her prose than he ever had been by Shakespeare or Austin, because alone in the dark of his office, he could lie to himself, and believe those letters were for him.

He fiddled with the papers in his hand as he stood outside of the bakery. It had just opened, and people ushered in and out, their eyes avoiding his.

He had built quite the reputation for himself upon his return.

The bell above the door dinged when he walked in, and the lady at the counter looked away from the customer she was serving to wave at him.

He hovered behind the girl in front as she chatted to the woman, laughing and pointing to various cakes and pastries.

"Sir?" The woman waved a hand up and down to get his attention, and Alfie snapped out of whatever daze he was in, clearing his throat out of embarrassment.

"Urm...yeah," he muttered, looking down at the paper in his hands. He could recite this letter word for word, why couldn't he remember the cake now?

The baker and customer watched him as his eyes flickered to the page and back up to smile apologetically at them.

"I can help," the girl smiled at him, holding a hand out for the letter. "I'm a good reader."

She thought he couldn't fucking read.

"I can read," he defended, and she held her hands up jokingly. His eyes skimmed the words, failing to find the one he needed.

What kind of fucking cake was it?

And why did he even fucking care?

"For fuck's sake," he muttered, holding the letter out to the girl. "There's a type of cake in there, can you find it?"

She let out a small laugh as she took the paper with a smile on her face. He watched as she began to read it thoughtfully, her smile slowly dropping from her face and her eyebrows pulled together. Her head snapped up, and she held the letter up, a scowl on her face.

"Where did you get this?" Her tone wasn't something Alfie could place, a mixture between shock and confusion, and something else entirely.

He was never one to be lost for words, but he couldn't string a sentence together for the life of him, what the fuck was happening?

He must have been quiet for too long, because the girl fled the bakery, brushing his shoulder as she pushed past him, the letter still in her hand.

His favourite letter.

His body reacted quicker than his brain did, and he rushed after her, jogging to catch up with her as she stormed down the street.

"Oi," he called out when he was close enough for her to hear, "give me my fuckin' letter back."

She stopped in her tracks, spinning around to face him, pushing a hand to his chest when he was close enough to touch.

"It is not your letter," she spat. "Where did you get it?"

"The fuck are you chattin' about? You stole it from me."

"And you stole it from Adam," the girl shrieked, turning to storm away again, but Alfie was faster, grabbing her arm to stop her.

"Fuckin' hell," he smiled despite himself. "You're the girl from the letters."

"Who the fuck are you?" She cried, pulling her arm out of his grip.

"My name is Alfie Solomons," he held his arms out in defense, watching as her eyes widened at his introduction.

He really did have a reputation.

"I was Adam's captain in France," he reached down to take the letter from her hand, and she didn't put up a fight when he pulled it from her grip. "I took the letters off Adam when he died."

"Why?" She whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Couldn't tell ya, love," he shrugged. "Maybe because they made him very happy."

Her face scrunched up as if she were in pain at his words, and she breathed a deep breath to quell the tears in her eyes.

"They made him happy?" She breathed out, Alfie nodding in confirmation.

"It was annoying, really," he joked. "They made me happy too, even if I did steal 'em."

She huffed a laugh in response, dabbing at her eyes with her gloved hands before gesturing to letter he now held in his hands.

"Keep it," she sighed. "It was pineapple cake, by the way."

She went to turn away, but Alfie spoke before she could.

"Tell me to fuck off if you want, but would you fancy goin' to Finsbury Gardens?"

She looked at him blankly, and Alfie was certain she was going to say no, to tell him to fuck off with his letter and leave her alone.

"Okay," she nodded eventually. "But only if you take me to the pub after, I need a new male companion."

"It'd be my pleasure, love."

[captainnameless]

any soft Maxie and Daddy thoughts? i’m in a drought and i fear this wil be the only thing thats saves me

It’s been a bit of a rough week for the both of them. Time together had been sparse and so they had jumped on the opportunity to spend some time together.

They didn’t really plan out if Max was gonna drop, but Daniel sorta accounts for it anyway and not too long into their movie Max slides off of the couch, disappears, then reappears with Leo clutched in his hand and sits down close enough to be pulled into Daniel’s chest.

They sit like that for a while, and Daniel’s certain Max falls asleep at one point, if only for a little bit. He starts getting fidgety and then

“Daddy?”

Daniel smiles. “Yes, Muffin?”

“I’m getting hungry,” Max whines, turning around so he can blink pretty eyes at Daniel.

That’s fair. Daniel thinks, it’s a little past their usual dinner time, having snoozed the afternoon away. He knows there’s all sorts of meal prep in the fridge, healthy concoctions that aren’t bad per se, but Daniel really is not in the mood for steamed vegetables or salmon.

“Wanna order a pizza?” Daniel asks, biting back a smirk at the way Max’s entire face lights up at the suggestion.

“Pizza?” The boy beams. “Really, pizza?”

“Hmm.” Daniel nods, brushing some of Max’s hair back with a fond smile. “No one has to know, we’ll top it with some paprika so we can pretend it’s healthy.”

Max chuckles at that, then nods excitedly, sliding himself off of Daniel’s lap and tossing Leo into the air. “Pizza!”

- - -

It’s a little bit later when they’re finally sat across from each other at the dinner table, absolutely devouring the pizza that’s in front of them.

Daniel would be content just watching Max enjoy the slices, pure joy coming from the boy slurping the melted cheese off his fingers.

“Wow,” Daniel chuckles, amused. “I’m a bad Daddy, huh?”

His tone’s not serious, he means it in a jokey kind of way. Like when parents give their kids sugar before bedtime, or when you walk into a glass door and call yourself an idiot.

But Max does not take the joke, his entire demeanor changes, frown immediate in his features.

“Hey,” he says, in a tone Daniel does not get from him often. “Don’t say that.” He’s already dropped the slice and is wiping his hands on a mountain of napkins.

“Max,” Daniel says, sort of bewildered. “I’m only jok-”

“No,” Max interrups, making his way around the table to stand next to Daniel, unimpressed. Daniel almost feels like he’s about to be lectured. “You don’t say! You are not bad Daddy.”

“Max-” Daniel starts, reaching out to put a hand on Max’s hip. Max doesn’t move away from the touch, leans into it even, but maintains the unimpressed look, frown ever present as he shakes his head. “Nuh uh. You are good.”

Daniel’s heart aches just a little, it’s nice of Max to remind him, but this reaction fuels his suspicions of how Daniel’s 2022 season, the person it left him to be, impacted Max as well, even with how hard he tried to hide it.

“I know, Muffin-”

“Say.” Max says, moving to fit himself into Daniel’s lap, chest to chest, putting his hands on Daniel’s shoulder while he maintains eye contact. “Say it.”

Daniel breathes. “I’m a good Daddy.”

Finally, Max’s frown lifts a little, a soft smile creeping up. “Again.” He demands.

“I’m a good Daddy.” Daniel repeats, wrapping his arms around Max’s waist.

The smile grows but only a little. “You are.” Max says. “The best Daddy, do you believe it?”

“Yes.” Daniel says, returning Max’s now bigger smile. “Yes, because good Daddy’s have good boys, and I’ve got the bestest boy of them all.”

[multifandoms27-blog]

I got inspired by a certain season to request this. Can I request headcanons of Yugi, Yami and Kaiba reacting to their S/O joining an evil organization and challenging them to a duel please? (Whether it's their own volition or their being brainwash, is up to you~)

I love battle city so I went with Marik controlling them for this! Lets go boys and ghouls hehehehehe

Content: Yugi x gn!Reader, Yami Yugi x gn!Reader, Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Mentions of attempted amputation, drowning, and beheading

Notes: Sorry this took so long! I couldn't decide what to do for Yugi's part for a very long time!

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❥Yugi

He pushed the pharaoh away from this duel. He wanted to save you, just as he saved Joey.

He may even tune out his friends to save you, or split off from them completely. He loves his friends, but he loves you more.

He demands Marik release you, and when he doesn't, he goes through with the duel.

He wins, expectedly, and when he sees a saw heading straight for your neck he wails out in terror.

"Y/N! NO!" He rushes forward and tugs you onto the floor just before the saw rips past.

In your confusion, you blink open your eyes and look up at Yugi. "Yu...Yugi...?"

"I'm here, I'm here. You're safe now." His tears streamed down his face as he slowly lifted you up.

He put a hand on your cheek and went in for a long kiss. The cries of his friends interruped him, making both of you turn and look at Joey, Tristan and Tea. Joey spoke first. "Y/n! Yugi! You okay?!"

"We're fine!" Yugi yelled from across the arena, then turned back to you. "I'll make sure nothing like that happens to you again."

"What...even happened?" You asked.

"I'll explain when we leave. I'm just so happy you're safe." He wiped his own tears away, then took you by the hand and led you out of there.

❥Yami Yugi

You mean so much to him, so much that he didn't allow Yugi to take over for this duel. He would rescue you himself, and then tear Marik apart.

Yami cursed Marik as he took over your every move and forced you to duel in a death trap.

He knew he had to beat you in order to have Marik relinquish control over you. As soon as he summoned Dark Magician, the duel was over.

The trap Marik had you in forced you under water, but in a tank. Not open water like Joey's.

Yami dove into the tank after you plunged. Marik released control of your mind, making you try to gasp for breath. In your confusion, you swallowed a lot of water.

Yami swam as fast as he could to you, hooked his hands under your arms and began trying to pull you up. His own strength could only take him so far, but before he knew it, Joey and Tristan had jumped in to help. Together, the three men pulled you out of the tank.

You coughed up some water after being turned on your side so you wouldn't choke. Yami held you close as you did, shaking and holding in tears.

"I thought I lost you forever..." He whispered.

"I'm here, I'm here..." You spoke reassuringly to both Yami and yourself.

"And you're not going anywhere without me." Yami tightened his hold just a little bit.

❥Seto Kaiba

He hates this. This is just like Mokuba being kidnapped, but you're right there.

You're right there but he can't reach you.

He doesn't know whether to beat you or let you win so you can be spared. It brings him back to his own antics towards Yugi during Duelist Kingdom.

Except you're not doing this of your own volition, he knows you aren't. He doesn't normally believe in supernatural things, but this is different.

He decides to beat you. While the duel goes on, he has a plan in his mind to free you from the trap as well as himself.

When he beats you, Marik laughs in your mind as he lets go of your mind control, thinking you're about to die. Seto however, springs into action, freeing you from getting a limb chopped off.

You have no idea what's going on, and honestly you feel really dizzy and your vision is blurry. Seto holds you close, calming down slowly knowing you're alive in his arms.

"S...Seto?" You asked, looking up at him.

Your vision was slowly coming back to you, and you recognized his white jacket. He didn't say anything for a moment, just continued to hold you. Then he spoke.

"It's okay, I have you now. Let's get out of here." Seto stands with you in his arms, leaving the building.

"What...happened?"

Seto begins to tell you the events leading up to the duel, how Marik had somehow possessed you and forced you to duel to the death with him, but he had managed to free both you and him. He then informed you that you were not to leave his side for the rest of his tournament.

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[strangerthingsn]

bruised

part 9

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings: 18+ (all parts), sex, unprotected sex, blowjob, woman reader

-8 months later-

“who the fuck is that Eddie?” Gareth his eyes widden as he looks at Eddie getting a blowjob from under the table in their dressing room. They just finished a show but Eddie was horny as hell.

“j-just” groan. “Y/n” Eddie mumbles.

“I thought you got a groupie” Gareth sits down on the couch and tries to ignore you guys.

“Well it getting one” Jeff gets up from the couch.

“a what?”

“a chick” Jeff opens the door to walk out.

“sure, go fuck around. I thought we where gonna drink something together.”

“later” Jeff closes the door behind him.

“Jesus” Eddie walks over to the couch putting his belt back on.

“where is Grand?” Gareth looks at Eddie.

“Probably using the bathroom” you wipe off your mouth. Corroded coffin had 2 albums that sold pretty well, they play at festivals and other gigs with even fans…. And groupies..

“Eds is it okay if I call your uncle to get me, I need to put Elias on bed”

“but-.. just one beer baby..”he begs wrapping his arms around your waist, He likes you around.

“One.” You glare at him.

“Yes one princess” Eddie nods while he walks to the fridge grabbing a beer. “What do you wanna drink?”

“just coke” you sit down next to Gareth.

“Y/n I’ve a question, since you’re the only girl I’m close to except for Cassie”

“What is it?” You looks at him.

“don’t laugh alright?” You could tell he was pretty nervous about something.

“I won’t” you shake your head no.

“Okay, so Cassie want her first time tonight…. And-.. I just don’t know how I can make it like… feel good? For her” He bit his lip.

“she’s a virgin?” Your eyes soften just to look a little nicer.

“yes, but she trust me. Well that’s what she said”

“I’m pretty sure she does when she tells you, it’s a pretty big thing for a girl” you explain.

“how do i do it?”

“well, first you have to make sure she’s really comfortable, I think if you know her well you will definitely notice.”

“yes i think i will notice is she’s not” he nods.

“where are you talking about?” Eddie sits down passing you the coke.

“Cassie” Gareth tells him.

“well anyways, you have to go slow not thinking about your own pleasure but hers, yeah?”

“Okay”

“and after you need to clean her and give her some clothes and cuddle to make her feel loved. And maybe you can buy her something”

“what?”

“I don’t know, maybe chocolate or a necklace” you shrug your shoulders.

“you finally gonna fuck your chick tonight?” Eddie interrups.

“Eddie.” you snap.

“what?” He looks at you.

“be nice”

“it’s okay he’s just drunk” Gareth chuckles.

“I know” you giggle.

“I’m not” Eddie glared at you.

“fine fine, I’m going” you get up grabbing your bag.

“where?”

“just gonna call your uncle that he can pick us up in 30 minutes” you walk towards the door.

“thanks y/n” Gareth smiles.

“Ofcourse, call me when it’s done” you smile back while walking out.

“I will!” Gareth waves and you wave back.

—40 minutes later—

“Hi Wayne” Eddie says while getting in the car.

“hey son” Wayne says. You walks behind Eddie and you see Wayne brought Elias.

“hey” you smile at Wayne and you open the door and sit down in the backseat next to Elias. You see his face bright up seeing his mommy. “Hey little boy” you kiss his face and he chuckles holding your face.

Eddie watches you two with a smile. “Hey buddy” he takes Elias his hand.

“Daa” That’s Elias his first word he said it for the first time like a week ago, he means dad/ daddy with it.

“yaaaay” Eddie claps and Elias joins.

“has he been a good boy today?” You ask Wayne who had started driving in meanwhile.

“Yes, he did three little naps and he ate banana and kiwi”

“you ate banana and kiwi?” You gasp. Your tiny son chuckles and keeps looking at you. “I love youu” you kiss his nose, the two of you love Elias so incredibly much. While Eddie isn’t even his real dad he loves him like a son, he probably even sees his as his own son.

“You guys had dinner?” Wayne looks at you both.

“No but it’s okay we can order pizza” Eddie shrugs “besides Elias need to go to his bed”

“Okay” Wayne nods with his eyes on the road.

“I think he’s tired” you see Elias slowly falling asleep.

“He knows if he has seen us it’s okay and he can’t sleep peacefully” Eddie chuckles.

“I love him” you take his tiny hand and you start rubbing your thumb slowly over the back of it. That made him fall even faster asleep. “everyone loves him” Eddie smiles.

—10 minutes later—

You arrive at the trailer, it’s 11 pm in meanwhile witch is way over Elias his bed time but Wayne let him take a extra nap today. You take sleeping Elias out of the kid seat and you follow Wayne into the trailer with Eddie behind you with his guitar bag.

“You gonna sleep babe?” Eddie als while following you into the bedroom.

“gonna take a shower and then I will sleep” you nod.

“okay baby, you mind if I join you?” He wraps his arms around your hips while you put Elias to bed.

“ofcourse not” you smile giving Elias a little kiss. “okay” Eddie kisses Elias also “sleep well little rockstar” you smile walking off to the bathroom. You put on the shower while undressing yourself. Not much later Eddie walks in locking the door behind him.

“hello” Eddie grins taking off his shirt.

“hey babe” you step into the shower and Eddie follows behind you as soon hes undressed. You look down at his semi hard cock, it was hard not to look. “Such a horny man that I have” you joke.

“or I just have the most gorgeous girlfriend” he wraps his arms around a you kissing the wet skin in your neck.

“We don’t have a condom Eds..”

“its okay, ill pay for plan b” he grins.

“But what if I carry any disease with me or something” you place your hand in the back of his neck.

“Its okay princess” he gently slips his fingers through your already soaked folds what had you breath out a little moan. “Enjoy it”

You nod and close your eyes when he slips one finger in your hole. Eddie looks at your eyebrows pinch together and he starts kissing you while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You kiss him back despite, you needed more, you needed him. The hot shower mixed wither he feeling of his body was unaffordable. The two of you kissed for a longer time before Eddie slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongue matches Eddies when he adds a second finger. You moan into his mouth what made him pull away. “You okay sweetheart?”

“yeah” you whine. “So good, I need you Eddie” you throw your head back and Eddie attacks your neck with kisses leaving a couple bruises.

“I need you too” He says out of breath still with his lips against your neck.

“I’m ready” you mumble.

“Just wait a little longer… I just” He adds a third finger and he immediately starts rubbing you clint also.

“Oh Eddie!! I can’t” you moan out.

“common baby let it go for me” he muttered while he kisses the sweet spot in your neck. He knew your body so well.

“I’m coming Eddie!! I-“ he puts his hand on your mouth for Wanyne or Elias.

“sttt its okay cum for me.” And the coil in your belly snapped, Eddie was quickly with catching you. He kisses your head until you came back to reality which didn’t take too long.

“m-more” you breath out.

“You want my cock, huh” he bites his lip.

“Yeah” you whine.

“turn around then” he strokes himself a couple times when you turn around bending over for him. “Shit, such a pretty view” he mumbles.

“Eds…”

“yes baby.” He runs his tip through your folds, oh got he was so hard for you. “So beautiful. Gonna take my cock raw?”

“Yes! Please!!” You whine again, it took you all too long you needed him right now.

“good girl” he slowly sinks into you, he grunts while doing it leaning his chest agains your back. “J-Jesus” you feel every vein and he’s so warm, yes you did unprotected before but nothing compares to this time.

“f-feel everything” you whimper.

“so warm and tight” he closes his eyes, this is the first time he fucked a girl raw and it felt amazing. He might now want it another way anymore. When hes fully inside of you he needs you to adjust a little bit but the urge for rut his hips in and out of you already is big.

“Y-you can move” you say shyly.

“Yeah?” Eddie chuckles leaning up again to hold your hips in place.

“mhm…” that was enough for Eddie pull out almost all the way and then he trusts in again, once he found a rhythm he asks you if this is okay.

“so good Eddie…” you moan. It felt amazing this man knew exactly how you liked it and he cares about you.

“I can’t hold it back any longer” Eddie groans.

“almost” you mumble. That sees he as a sigh he leans forwards again and moves his hand to circle your clint. While he does he finds the perfect spot inside of you.

“YES!! There Eddie!!” You moan out. He starts moving his hips faster what sen you over the edge. You cum and immediately after you Eddie does the same deep inside of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ babe.” Eddie pulls out seeing his cum dripping out of your pussy. You turn yourself around and you give Eddie gentle kisses in his face and neck.

—20 minutes later—

you two are laying on bed both exhausted from the busy day you had.

“so I’m gonna give you the tattoo tomorrow?” Eddie smiles down at you laying in his arms.

“If you have time?” You finally decided to get your first tattoo with Elias his name on your hand.

“always time for my darling” he says kissing your head gently.

“thanks Eds” you smile. There fell a comfortable silence between you two when he remembers something.

“oh wait I almost forgot, I’ve got a question” he starts.

“What is it?”

“I uh… i was just asking around a bit an do found a apartment with three bedrooms and pretty much space for Elias to play, and the neighbourhood is safe”

“You wanna move with me to get our own apartment?” You bright up.

“yes, I mean.. we can’t stay with Wayne forever and Elias needs more space and shit”

“that’s a amazing idea!”

“Well if you want we can go look this weekend?”

“sounds amazing babe” you kiss his cheek.

“That’s what I thought” he smiles proud. “now you go sleep cuddle bug”

“okay okay” you smile closing your eyes.

“sleep well my love”

“sleep well” you mumble before you fall asleep.

—the next day—

You woke up on 7am because of Elias, he was probably just hungry. You walk with him in your arms into the kitchen washing his hands and putting him in a baby chair after. Eddie wakes up round 7:15 so you make him coffee and breakfast before he walks in.

“moring sweethearts” Eddie mumbles while walking into the living room.

“morning ba-“ he cuts you off with a sweet kiss on your lips.

“whatcha making?” He hugs you from behind while watching your actions.

“Cutting bananas for my lovely son” you smile.

“let me get his drink ready” he grabs one of Elias bottles out of the cupboard.

“I have already breastfed him Eds”

“but ma boy gotta drink enough” he fills the bottle with some water.

“fine” you chuckle. “I have coffee and breakfast on the table for you”

“oh really? Thank you sweetheart” Eddie kisses your cheek and walks to the table sitting down by his breakfast. “look what I have for you sir” He gives Elias his bottle water.

“daaa” he smiles with his little tired face.

“Eliaaassss” Eddie is always amazing in joining Elias his vibe and mood. He’s such a amazing dad. When you finish and have the banana in a bowl you walk over to Elias putting it infrond of him. You cut it in little pieces, he probably won’t eat half of it but he’s doing great.

“yummy yummy” you smile while sitting down next to him. Elias immediately reached for it and grabs a little piece with his hands.

“did you wash his hands?” He chuckles.

“yes don’t worry” you laugh a bit turning to Elias “don’t want mama too feed you?” The only this Elias does is smiling with banana everywhere except for in his mouth.

“let mama help you buddy” Eddie watched him struggle.

“Here” you feed him a little piece and he opens his mouth. Elias loves bananas and you can’t wait to let him try other foods.

—8 pm—

Elias is on bed passed out and you lay nervously in your own with Eddie next to you drawing on a paper.

“how bad it’s gonna hurt?” You stress.

“Just a little you’ll survive it” Eddie continues with his work.

“I’m nervous”

“You don’t trust me?” He acts like he feels offended.

“You know I do trust you with my life” you smile.

“okay.. then I think I’ve got it” he shows you a beautiful design of Elias name.

“yes that’s gorgeous Eddie you nod “perfect!”

“awesome, where did you want it?”

“On my hand” you point at the place.

“alright, beautiful place baby” Eddie copied the drawing with pen on your body, after he did he asks you to look into the mirror.

“Yes?” He asks nervous.

“yes!!” You smile excited, now you’re not as nervous as you where.

“okay lay down again princess”

“mhmm” you lay down and when you do Eddie puts gloves on and grabs the ink and the machine.

“I’m gonna start now” he says turning it on and dipping it in the ink. You nod pressing your eyes closed. When the needle touches your skin you bite your lip, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would but it still hurts. Eddie is really careful with you, he keeps asking how you are and if it hurts.

After 15 minutes he finishes, although it felt like ages. You look at the tattoo with a big smile on your lips.

“You like it?” He looks at your hand.

“I love it babe” you kiss his cheek. It was such a beautiful tattoo, you definitely want more in the future. “what do I pay you?”

“a blowjob” he grins. You look down at his hard dick, he even gets hard just form tattooing your skin.

“dirty little man” you chuckle getting on your knees in frond of him.

I had some problems with my ex and I went to a lot this week, but here it finally is!

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[blue-sterling0357]

Hello! Can I request Black Butler (Modern AU) with Claude's S/O and Alois attempting to bake a pie by themselves because they wanted to have a tea party but Claude was not at home/busy or smth 😳

Claude's S/O bakes a cake for him with Alois (somehow)

As the clock on the wall continues to ticking, pissing the hell out of you, you laid back on the bed you head hanging off the edge of the bed staring at the door, waiting for your husband to get home. As you continues to stare and zone out, you were absolutely interruped by Alois, the child who lived with you both.

"Hey Y/N!! Do you want to make a cake?????" Alois asked all excited while pulling your shoulder back up to make you sit up on your bed. As you look at the boy mindly asking why he wants to do such work, upon seeing your face he replies with "I want to have a tea party and since Claude isn't here, we both can spend time together!!!"

As you soundlessly agreed as it would be better than doing nothing and staying in your bed the whole day anyways and you can brush up your baking and etiquette skills as well, while also teaching Alois something so he doesn't burn his down in the future. Upon reaching the kitchen, you opened a cupboard while telling Alois to get you both somethings so he walked out of the kitchen to get it for you you smirked before turning back and shifting a few containers revealing a book hidden behind them. You told Alois to go out on purpose, so he wouldn't see where Claude kept his secret dessert cookbook.

He quickly got back and you both started wearing your aprons, and got out the ingredients needed for the specific type of cake, flour, eggs, baking soda, salt, butter, oil, sugar, milk and what not.As you began sifting the flour, Alois was asked to mix the butter with salt and sugar, as your back was turned you didn't notice Alois's hand going where they were not supposed to, until it was too late and you felt a light 'spoof' against your back, did you turn around to see a cloud of smoke of flour and Alois trying to stifle his laugh as he pretended to do his work though already knowing you knew he did that.

As you tried to brush the flour out of the apron and your shirt and at the edges of your hair, you slowly creeped up next to him, before tackling him in a tight hug and tickling his sides, refusing to leave him. Soon your giggles and Alois's loud laughs rang through the house as you both chased around with each other and fighting with pillows, trying to hit the other, but stopping in the middle for a few minutes to try and complete your cake, before Alois again picked up his pillow and smacked the back of your head without commencing another round of pillow fighting. Sooner or later, you both finally put the cake in the oven, as you now closed the door to the oven and started the timer, before extending you hand towards Alois, beckoning him to give you a high-five, which is happily did so as you both now giggled and turned around again pick-up the pillows before running off and again playing.

Upon the timer going off, you both immediately ran back into the kitchen before opening the oven. As you pulled open the oven handle, the smell wafted through the places, but as you moved your hand closer you felt the heat radiating off the metal and the cake, making you both realize it's gonna take a lot of time for it cool down and you both were kinda too lazy to wear the gloves and take out the cake of the oven and so you both were staring you hit Alois hard on the back on his head and began running and you both again started to cause chaos in the manor.

As Claude walked towards the entrance of the manor, he saw the door was open and as he pushed the door slightly using his black gloves, he stared the at the scene of manor, with things, mostly pillows scattering across the floor. As he slowly rubbed his head and took off his glasses before wiping them on the cloth inside of his suit's jacket before rubbing his nose bridge and putting them back on, annoyed as he walked in the kitchen, he saw the oven all open, though off with a cake still in oven...

As he slowly went closer, the heat he was expecting to be radiating from the oven, wasn't high as he slowly took a pair of mittens from the hooks behind the kitchen door and pulled the cake out, before setting it on the counter and taking off the gloves and sighing loudly before resting himself on the kitchen counter near the cake...

As he walked to the living room to see you and Alois snuggling on a pile of pillows, blankets and mattresses....He realised it was going to be a long day of cleaning...

[normcartoon]

I'm not good to write stories but this drawing really inpired me to do it, I hope you like it.

After school, our young heroes go back to home, is very late, it is nightfalling - Ho no!- say Luigi- I forgot my wrench in my locker, I will right back bro.- Ok- doki- say Mario - ...and don't delay.

Meanwhile some older guys watching Mario, -I think he's alone- say one of the bullys - I know this fat kid, he is in plumbing class, he and his brother have a lot of value tools...The bullies looked at each other and decided to take Mario's tools.

Hey! what is you problem paisano?-say Mario- this is are mine!. -shut up fat boy!. The bullies begang to hit him and tried to steal his backpack, until one took out a metal pipe and tried to hit Mario in the feace, but for luckily Luigi came out at that moment and the pipe raked his cheek-Hey! leave my brother alone!- Luigi louded- but the bullys  begang hit him too.

Mario got up as the best he could and  took Luigi's hand, both begang to run to a towards a building that was being demolished, the bullies followed them too; In a desesperate attempt, Luigi took a hammer that was heavier than him to defend himself, botht brothers were ready to fight; suddenly the voice of authority was heard in the echo of semi-destroyed building, the Mario brothers were relieved to see the police officer walking towads them while the bullies didn't know what to do or what to say.

In the Police station, both brothers were waiting for their parents and a possible scolding for coming home late, whilw the bullies were being punished for previous crimes; at that moment a familiar voice full of concern addressed them- Mario, Luigi, my boys, Where were they? you father and I have been very worried -Mom- Luigi said whit tears in his eyes,-It was my fault, I left Mario alone for being so distracted, I'm so sorry... -It's not true!- Mario interruped. -I'm your older brother and my job isprotecting you and I... I... "snif"- Mario started to cry because he was so scared- I'm proud of both- sai his father,- they are defended each other like the brothers they are ans that fills me whith pride-

Mario and Luigi's parents smiled at them with relief and took thrm home while the brithers walked hugging each oyher, finally feeling safe.

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

something about mike impulsively going for a kiss after a very heated angsty confession abt will and his feelings, but will backing off, turning his head away just when they´re about to touch noses, looking up at mike, and going with the softest boy ever, almost whispering, please, don´t joke around. you can see the frown on mike´s face, how could he joke about this? he´s about to explain it, trying to get close again, holding onto will´s shoulders. but will interrups him. you´re being mean. will´s voice voice cracks, and you can just see the moment mike´s face drops, from goo goo ga ga eyes to a complete kicked puppy expression

do you want me to keel over and die is that it

[chimerathewriter]

Goody two shoes

Chapter 3 Confrontation and interrupted kiss

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Summary: The last Night with spider band before them going to their universes, obviously their spider people so not eveything went smooth as oil especially the reason why their there. Gloria and Hobie

Tw: Confrontation and Interruped kisses

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" I swear by now I though they were supposed to be together" Pav yelled frustrated, it was the last day in Miles's universe and the groups was chilling on Mile's couch

" Right they had so many moments and nothin" Miles said

" Maybe they dont really like each other that way" Gwen shrugged

" Nah they like like each other I can see it on their eyes" the indian boy insisted

" Well we tried everything we should give up" Eniola said stuffing her mouth with popcorns

" About Gloria and Hobie, where are they?" Ganke asked making the whole room fall silent

" So have you decided to tell them yet?" Hobie and Gloria were seating on a bench

" The sooner the better, so probably tomorrow" after talking to Hobie she decided to move out.

" Good who wants to give up in their own freedom"

" Anyway tomorrow you're going back to your universe"

" Yeah"

" So what did you like about this universe? Obviously not our deep rooted codependance and need of capitalism" he looked at her and smiled

" Probably sunrise and sunset, Osborn really fucked up that we can't see the sky, I just never felt so warm" their finger interwined

" How's there?" she looked down at their hands that they were holding

" Why do you want to know, you want come and visit me?" he grinned at her

" What if I want" she continued theteasing him back, their faces where getting closer

" Well where are going to stay?

" Don't you have an apartment?"

" Well is a little crowded but I can make an exception for you" he caressed her cheek, the parks was crowded but she only heard his voice and the fast beating of her heart

" Just for me? I thought you didn't like me"

" Why would you think that...I like you in fact I really like you" he was all flustered, she looked at him in diesbelief

" Really? You always call me today two shoes" the boy giggled at her statement

" You know the story of goody two shoes?" the girl nodded

" The lesson of this story is about if you are gentle and kind you will reveive good things back

" So you didn't say it to tease me"

" Well you look beautiful when you're annoyed"

" You always look beautiful" she looked away bashful

" You're too nice....."

" I'm not lying....listen I can't change your opinion about yourself in a night, but I think your an amazing spiderman who cares about ALL citezens of New York and an amazing person" their faces where getting closer, their lips where brushing eachother

" Hobie..." their sense where tingling for overexcitment

" Yes"

" I really like....."

" Gloria...." a familiar voice startled the girl

" Mom Dad" she stood up scared, trying to ignore their disgusted disappointed look

" So this is what youìve been doing for a whole week galavanting and kissing this good for nothing boy" her mother shouted pointing a finger at Hobie

" Mr and Mrs Obi is a pleasure to meet you, I'm Hobie Brown" the punk artist greeted them, they ignored him

" I'm disappointed in you Gloria, so this is the boy you were talking about"

" He's a fr.......he's someone very important to me" she answered

" So you already open your legs to him?" her father asked

" No no why would you....."

" But is what you were doing hugging and kissing this inzuzu"

" Ok mom there is no need to insult him like that?"

" I knew it this your friendgroup of youris not good for you, they are not on your level, from Miles, to this Hobie and that stupid yorub....."

" No no no, mom stop you can insult me but not my friends, you can hurt me but not them" she finally exploded and talked back

" When did we ever hurt you?" her father asked concerned

" Gloria you're gaining weight, Gloria cut that girl off she's not smart enough, Gloria you're too fat to wear shorts, mini skirt"

" We're just saying for you to get better"

" Better? Better? I went to V.I.S.I.O.N academy, I got accepted in all ivy league schools and chose NYU just because you wanted me at home, I do charity, I help the community who are struggling while you literally turn the other cheek at the people who helped or who never upgraded to a better life

" Gloria....

" Mom I'm not done why do other parents say I'm a good child but I never heared it from you?" she shouted at them tearful

" I wanted to have this conversation calmly at home but I'm moving out I'm staying at V.I.S.I.O.N staff dormitories and when I will save enough money I'm going to rent a apartment"

" So you're leaving us?" their attitued cha ìnged and they look melancholic

" I love you but my meantal health is fragile at the moment, I need a calm and supportive space where I can heal and grow, and I will not accpet a no for answer" the parents looked at eachother and sighed calmly

" Alright you can move out, but promise you will visis us sometimes?" her mother answered awkwardly, she nodded and hugged them tightly, after some minutes and apologies to Hobie the couple left

" Good job that was amazing"

" Yeah I feel kinda light now" she seated down her heart was beating fast and strangely she was catching breath. For the first time she tood up for herself and didn't back up in what she believed in

" How do you feel?" he reached her

" Great, oh what were we talking about?" she looked at him, he gave a sly smile

" We were talking how much I like you love"

" Oh right, Hobie I really realy like you too"their forheads touched, they couldn't stop smiling, the space between them became smaller and smaller and their lips finally touched, but the esctatic moment ended shortly when a familiar portal opened

" Jess and Layla own me a lot of money" it was Peter B Parker with his little daugher Mayday

" You gotta be kidding me...Hi Peter" she smiled slightly annoyed

" Hey lovebirds unfortunately I have to take Hobie with me,there is some chaos in his universe"

" As always" he shrugged

" Do you want another Norman Osborn as president?"

" I'm good mate" the lanky boy stood up and turned around facing Gloria

" So.....I'm going to go now...." she didn't leave him time to speak that she stood up and left him a kiss on his lips

" Be safe, I will come and visit" she smiled shyly before the two heroes crossed the portal.

It seems that Pav was right after all.....

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SORRY IF I GHOSTED YOU GUYS, LITERALLY I CAN'T STOP THE TWO CHAPTER CURSE. I WRITE A SERIES AFTER 2 CHAPTER I GET TIRED AND WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC.

THANK YOU FOR READING GOODY TWO SHOES I KNOW THE STORY IS RUSHED AND A LITTLE BIT NONSENSICAL BUT IT WAS LIKE A LETTER TO MY MOTHER. A WOMAN WHO I ADMIRE AND RESPECT BUT SOMETIMES SHE DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL THE BEST.

There will be more Hobie Brown content

See ya

[aska234]

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ASK NOT A SUBMISSION SORRY

Anyway take 2 ig lol

Im curious about your fem vox and the blank/untitled one

Also really intrigued by the least intimidating fangirl title

Haha, thats fine, absolutely do not worry about that! Happens to the best of us♡ :D

The fem vox is the title I gave one of my drawning after saving it for the first time at 1am, after 2h of work haha. It is a fanart of @/blackblood-tonic's desighn. I just saw it and could not resist trying to draw it with my own little take on it (Of course I asked for permission first!). I am planning on posting it by the end of the week ^^

Blank one is kinda.. let's say lost media at this point hahah! The idea began in 2021. Because It doesn't have any title and although I KNOW that I wrote the first chapter, I have no clue where to find it. All that remains is VERY detailed step by step plan for 19 chapters of SBI in the Spiderwick Chronicles world (great book, would recommend 10/10).

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It is esentiallyabout a family whose car broke down in the middle of the woods. Trying to fix it they are attacked by invisible monsters who chase them towards an isolated, rundown cabin. The lonely resident, being merely a teenager, relucantly let's them stay a few nights until their injuries get better (accidentally bonding with the strangers) as he helps the father fix the car without risking being eaten. Meanwhile two boys, younger then the teenager himself start to pry around the house, discovering things noone should ever meddle with..

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At the moment I plan on using the outline for another fandom as after recent dramas I am unsure about my belonging to the minecraft community at all.

And the fangirl one is The Owl House's / Huntlow / pre-canon little fanfic about how they might have met! It was written in 2022 (before s3 aired) and was just sillier little idea for how they may have met if they were younger. It is so far one of My favourite fics! (That did not get posted whatsoever. I have vanished from the internet like the avatar, I'm telling ya) Have the snippet!! :D :

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Hunters' train of thoughts was abrubtly interruped by random witch turning corner just as he was about to do the same resulting in two people getting scattered on the floor. He slowly opened eyes, holding his forehead before noticing random pot with some kind of flower inside falling from the air right at his face.

Ow. That will surely leave some kind of mark.

"For Titans sake!"

He swore, abrubtly sitting up as dry earth fell through the holes in his mask right into his eyes. What can he say. Maybe he was trained to endure pain in high stress situations but it funking stung Titandamit.

"Oh no! Im, im so sooo sorry. Are you alrigh-.."

The witch he bumbed into started saying something but he was too ocupied with frantic blinking to get the dirt out of his eyes without help from his arms, to pay to it any attention. He couldnt risk taking his mask off right now when he was chased by-.. oh Titan! The girls!!

"He went that way!"

"Faster before he gets away!"

He could tell by louder and louder voices that all the advantage he had gained from his fast moving and knowing the city like the back of his hand just faded as the thunder of teenage feet neared the position he was sitting in right now.

This isint good. He needs to move NOW.

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[hipsteralien]

Marv from “Charlie & Lola” appreciation post

[zafirosreverie]

Soon wasn’t enough (Pepa x Fem!Reader)

"And when will it be 'soon' Pepa?!" you yelled angrily, not caring about the black cloud hanging over you. It was the third time this week that your girlfriend did this to you.

You had been in a secret relationship with Pepa Madrigal since you both turned 17, and that was 4 years ago! 4 years of having to sneak around, of having to pretend you were just best friends. 4 years of waiting for her to tell the truth.

Look, you weren't stupid, you knew that not everyone was lucky enough to have parents as understanding as yours, who had long since accepted that you were a lesbian, and that's why you had agreed to take things easy with Pepa until she was ready to tell her mother the truth. But you hadn't expected it to take so long.

You loved Pepa more than life itself, but you couldn't go on like this anymore. You felt bad like you were hiding something horrible when actually, all you did was love her.

"Just give me more time" your girlfriend begged you "I'll try to tell her after the dinner with the Rojas, you know she's been really stressed about this and I don't want to catch her at a bad time"

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes to calm yourself. A part of you knew she was right, it was always better to catch Alma in a good mood, but the other part was worried because your girlfriend didn’t seem to realize what was happening. The dinner with the Rojas was for engaging Julieta with that Agustín boy and you knew that if she didn’t do something, Pepa would be the next one.

Still, you decided to trust in her once again, because that's what girlfriends did, right?

"Alright" You sighed "but please promise me you'll actually do it this time"

"I promise I'll try" she said

You sighed again and nodded. It was better than nothing.

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"I should have known" you growled

Julieta just watched as you walked around all your room with your eyes filled with sadness and anger. She had come to you because you were her only true friend and she needed to vent about the terrible dinner she had with the Rojas the night before.

At first, you listened to her without saying a word because she had tears running down her face and that worried you. You took her to your room and she told you everything. How Agustín was a good man and maybe kind of cute with all his accidents, but he just wasn't for her.

"I don't want to be his nurse for the rest of his life, Y/N" she had said as she cried in your arms.

"Maybe you should talk to your mom about it" you tried to comfort her

"I tried" she sobbed "she didn't want to listen. I'm stuck with this marriage"

You felt so bad for your friend. You wanted to help somehow, but you knew that no one could do anything when Alma Madrigal said something. And that only worried you about your future with Pepa.

You didn't want to make it about You, but you had to know. So you asked Julieta if she knew something about Pepa's talk with Alma and you felt your heart breaking when the brunette frowned in confusion and told you that Alma was already planning Pepa's own engagement with her little friend Félix.

"I thought you knew" Julieta said "Pepa said you agreed to it"

"Why would I agree to my girlfriend marrying someone else?!" You yelled

"She said you two had it all planned and that Félix was happy to help"

"I don't even-" you sighed "and what exactly is the plan I supposedly agreed to?"

"She said something about Félix being the cover for you two and-"

"I've heard enough" you interruped her

The healer frowned when you collapsed next to her in your bed. You hid your face in a pillow but she could hear you crying. She put a hand on your back and started rubbing circles in it.

"I can't believe she's doing this to me, Juli" you whispered

"I don't know why my sister lied, Y/N, but she loves you, I'm sure of it. She just needed time-"

"She isn't even trying, Juli" you growled "I can wait. I could wait for another 20 years! If only I knew she was actually trying. But she's not. She just decided it is easier to find a way to keep it secret forever and while I know the fear of getting out of the closet, I can't be put back in it and be the person she cheats on her husband with. It's not fair"

"You're right" Julieta sighed "it's not"

You felt your friend lying next to you and hid your face in her neck when she pulled you closer. You felt her tears falling on your head, but you didn't care.

You were breaking and if you couldn't comfort the other, then you'd break together.

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"We need to talk"

Pepa felt her heart stopping when she heard those words coming from you. It had been days since her mother talked to her about marrying Félix, right after her fight with Julieta when the oldest triplet rejected her marriage to Agustín Rojas.

It was a horrible fight between the two women but in the end her sister managed to win and the engagement was broken. But her mother hadn't talked to her since then (not that Julieta cared, she seemed a little happier not having her mother controlling her).

But that put Pepa on a spot she never thought she'd ever be: she was now her mother's golden girl. With Bruno being rejected by the entire town, Pepa was Alma's only hope to "clean" the Madrigal last name from what her sister had done. An opportunity the redhead always wanted! She was tired of being in her older sister's shadow and always wanted to prove she could be as perfect as Julieta, and now she could be even better! She could do what her sister couldn't and for once in her life, she could be seen as the saviour, as the daughter that came to clean her sister's mess. All she had to do was agree to marry Félix.

She and Félix had been goo friends since school, so she guessed she had to be grateful that her mother choose someone she actually knew and liked, but she also knew she was breaking her promise to you.

But hey! You'll forgive her, she was sure. After all, you knew how much it meant to her to be able to make her mother proud, and It wasn't as if she totally forgot about you! She actually had a perfect plan to be with you while also fulfilling her mother's wishes. You'll agree to It, you had to! After all, you loved her, right?

Then why did she avoid you for days? Why did she feel like she was making a huge mistake? Why did you look so broken?

"Hi darling, what's wrong?" she tried to sound as casual as possible

"You're marrying someone else. That's what's wrong" you said without losing a second.

It was so hard for you to do this and the way she looked all guilty and surprised almost made you back down, but her next words made you re-focus.

"I was going to tell you" she said "but please listen to me, I can explain-"

"You don't have to. Julieta told me your plan" you frowned

"Juli? When did she-"

"The night your mother tried to force her to marry someone she didn't love. The night YOU were supposed to tell her about us"

"Y/N, listen to me, I tried! But she was so mad about Juli and I-"

"Stop lying! Your sister didn't break the engagement until three days later"

"Well, yes but-"

"But you didn't even plan to do it. Did you?"

Pepa gasped when she saw the fire in your eyes and the clouds were quick to appear above your heads. In another time, you'd be quick to apologize, to make her feel better. But now, you felt that they were a good reflection of your own mind and feelings.

"I- I" she tried to come up with an excuse but it was useless, you caught her red handed.

You waited for her to say something but after a few minutes she just looked down and her clouds started raining. You sighed. So that's how this was going to be uh?

"I'm sorry Peeps" you said "but I can't do this"

Pepa looked at you immediately and you Heard a thunder over your head, but you didn't move.

"W-what?" She asked, her voice sounding so fragil "w-what do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean" You said "I can't be your secret anymore and I won't be the secret lover once you marry. I'm sorry Pepa, but we're done"

"N-no" she gasped, tears already falling "No, Y/N wait! Please, you can't leave me!"

"I don't want to, but I won't be a doll you play with"

"You don't understand! I must do this for us!"

"For us? Or for you?"

"We both know mom would have never accepted our relationship, this way, we can be together! Please Y/N, you promised to never leave me"

"And you promised to tell her the truth"

"You said you loved me!"

"So did you"

Pepa gasped again when reality hit her: You were serious, she crossed the line and there was nothing she could do to convince her to stay.

"Please!" She tried once more as the rain turned to snow "Please, I swear I'll talk to her. I'll break the engagement too! I promise I will!"

"When?" You asked coldly "soon?"

Pepa stopped in her tracks when all the times she said that to you came back to her memory. She felt her heart breaking even before you said the next words.

"Soon is not enough anymore"

[spiritgenie]

decided to post this here because i still like this

Susie: so what about you mystery kid? What’s your name?

Cc: uhh….I…don’t know….

Fritz: well you’re kinda like a golden version of freddy, so I’m calling you Goldie

Cassidy: his name is Evan

Cc: evan…..no…that doesn’t sound right…I like what fritz suggested…Goldie….oh and that other word, “his” that didn’t sound right either

Cassidy: huh? You never had these feelings before? But alright Goldie, and what’s wrong with using your pronouns ?

Goldie: pro…nouns?

Jeremy: yeah, you know, he/him for boys, she/her for g-

Goldie: she/her!

Jeremy: you interrup-

Gabriel: what about she/her?

Goldie: hey Cassandra, can you use she/her for me real quick?

Jeremy: guys I wa-

Cassidy: it’s casssidy and uh…sure?

Cassidy: hey look at Goldie, isn’t she great, I really like being her friend

Goldie: that felt right, it made me feel warm inside

Cassidy: hu-

Jeremy: oh so you must be a girl

Jeremy: see it’s not nice being interrupted huh

Goldie: girl…..yeah, that sounds right, I must be a girl, I’m a girl

Cassidy: I….well ok then (in thought: maybe it’s just a result of the amnesia?)

yeah cc in my au is a trans girl, got a problem witht hat

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Whumptober 31 End?

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Hummingbird 31

(All the TWs still apply: emotional whump, gore, confusion, drugged, despair, aftermath of self-harm.

Have to admit, over my personal journey throughout whumptober I had to realise I'm actually a creep. I didn't know, that I could tap into this genre of a creepy, manipulating, lying, emotional disfuncting whumper and that I do like to write about it sooo much.

Apparently I'm a creep, creeping myself out for being this creepy, that's just mad and y'know creepy.

For what it's worth. I'm sorry, Sam! Thankyou for reading, reblogging and liking. I hope you had some fun! So enough blabbering for now, please enjoy.)

Whole story starts here, if you like / previous

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Only very shallow, but Sam was still breathing when Grey pressed his slack form into a bridal carry against his own chest and made long brisk steps into the ER.

Grey was sitting alone in the hallway. He couldn't share the waitingroom with all these desasterous creatures. This was about his hummingbird. He needed to be alone with his thoughts, not constantly interruped by someone grabbing for a tissue, someone else clearing their throat, a child rustling a sweetswrapper, a toddler crying.

There was still a slight red shimmer under his own fingernails and inbetween the skin folds on his hands. He literally wasn't able to clean his hands from the blood of his little precious mess.

This was his fault. He was selfish. Caging his hummingbird, as delecate as he was, cutting his wings and then he let just him fade as a pink. Unintended, but that wasn't narrowing his guilt. For all he cared, it was fueling it.

The man was staring into a cup of coffee. The taste of it was as blend as his emotions. The former Doc Monty wanted to throw that ugly stuff against the wall.

He wanted to smag his boy for doing this to him and than he wanted to wrap him in an embrace and never let go. His eyes felt wet.

Someone settle on the chair beside him. It was a young nurse. She mimicked his posture and leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees.

"He's in good hands." Her voice was sincere.

Grey swallowed, he turned the cup between his long fingers. Suddenly, it felt too heavy, he was afraid, he would drop it at any moment.

And then, finally a part of his burdon unleashed.

"You know, he's got a recently discovered heartcondition above all. But his psychosis, he's got for almost all his life. His mother married again and his stepfather... was a cruel individual and..." Grey made a pause, his shoulders shrugged in an attempt to finish that sentence, but he didn't. The nurse, Angela her name tag said, just looked at him, giving him the time he needed.

"Over the last year, he was so lost, he was constantly lashing out, couldn't cope. He needed to be sedated so often. But I just can't bring myself to put him into an institution...

He's still my... don't tell him, I said it out loud. He's still my little hummingbird." A smile in his distant eyes. Then his tone was clogged all of a sudden. "He is my responsibility. He needs me and I must confess, just as bad, I need him too."

Grey's eyes turned glazy and he gave her an apologetic look and a sad smile from the side, placing the cup of digusting brown liquid on the floor between his feet.

"Hummingbird? That's a... nice nickname..." 'for a grown man!' she thought to herself confused. But Angela wouldn't show her confusion, keeping a professional, but yet sympathic face.

"Yeah, I call him my little hummingbird since he was a kid, despite he's a big boy now. He was always so alive. Scattering to and fro, never stayed still for a second. Then life caught up to him and I, ...I wasn't there to protect him. I will never forgive myself for that..." Grey brushed his own left hand over his face. "..., but I also will never forget, how full of life, free and happy he was then, he used to be. Fast as lightling, always chatting and moving, and still so delecate and fragil, just like a hummingbird. My hummingbird." His eyes had drifted away, lost in thought, his look fixated on an invisible spot at the floor.

"That's so sweet." The nurse couldn't help the funny feeling this man gave her. But his explanation, the changing expression around his eyes, the smile, when he talked about his kid being alive. She just knew his feelings were genuien. And she could actually feel it too, because she was a mother herself. Sometimes she was annoyed, but mostly more than happy for the sheer endless supply of energy her little girls threw at her day in and day out.

Grey was talking again, his voice low. He didn't move his eyes from that invisible spot. "Delecate and fragile he surely is, my little hummingbird. How could he..." Grey swallowed strained. His hands covered his face in a swift motion.

It was hard to compare that broken, sedated soul just being stitched together in surgery, ever being something more than a pale shell of the person he apparently used to be, Angela thought. She had seen his father bringing him in. A pale ghost covered in heaps of his own blood. She wanted to say something, show her understanding and sympathy, but she wouldn't know what. Just the thought of her girls getting broken by life as it happened, took her breath away.

"I'm sorry." Sheepishly Grey brushed some unshed tears away, lowered his hands again and gave her a heartly, but sad smile from the side by tilting his head a little.

"Sometimes I have hope. Then he can cope and is almost... almost normal. You know what I mean. His medication is really working, helping him. But then all starts anew. Trashing and swearing and...

His heartconditon has gotten worse and so his head was even more screwed, y'know. The worst part of it all." The man swallowed again, it seemed his face lost a bit of it color all of a sudden.

"He actualy thinks, I am some psycho who kidnapped him. Keeping him captive. He thinks, he's being drugged to comply. Which makes it so hard for him to understand, that he actually needs his medication. He thinks all his medical files are forged and we're not even related." The former doctor pulled his eyes from the floor again and looked back at the nurse.

"It's really hard sometimes... actually most of the time. But I just want him to be okay. To finally see the life, I'm trying to put out for him... But I guess, you can't always have what you want, right." His shoulders shrugged, as if his last statement was about a special treat that was out, when he wanted to buy it. There was some kind of resignation in the man's posture.

Angela was inwardly shocked by his whole story. She wasn't sure, if she had really surpressed that flinch, when it overtook her. "I'm so sorry." What should she say to something heartbreaking as a son thinking his own father to be a madman.

×

Sam startled awake. He had been roaming around, just under the rim of consciousness for days it felt, which had only been hours. Now he finally broke through the barrier. "Take it easy." A soothing hand on his arm. A small hand. It was a nurse, smiling at him. 'He was tired, oh was he tired.'

"Hey there. Nice to have you back, honey. Are you in any pain?" The young woman was still touching his arm with her soft fingertips.

His neck just very slightly shook his head in an unconscious answer without Sam's active participation. His head needed some time to put the pieces, thrown at him, together.

The presence of someone else than Grey was something new. Still his mind wasn't able to catch up.

"Whxc." Scratched out of his mouth silently. Next thing he knew, she held a cup with a straw towards his lips, he accepted thankfully. "Sounds scratchy." A genuien blink from her bright green eyes. "My name is Angela. I'm a nurse and you're at the hospital, honey."

Sam blinked confused himself. He was really exhausted, trying to move into a more comfortable position on the bed. His left arm felt heavy, like a bolder was attached to it, preventing him from lifting it even an inch. He was cold, but not in any real pain. Yet, his arm felt kind of tight and numb, like someone was trying to pull the skin away in different directions, until it would rip apart.

"Whaa-t happnd?" Sam supposed, he knew what happened, but his memory was probably playing him, though. Cause, he couldn't be in a hospital, but it defentily looked like one. The nurse had a real name tag, he couldn't read, if it actually said Angela, but it looked genuien for all he knew. 'Wasn't he supposed to be dead?'

Her sad smile was melting the walls of the drugged induced stupor, she was nervous and changed the subject. "The doctor will have a look at you real soon, he can explain, honey. Till then, someone's here to see you, if you're up to it?"

'Who? would be? No one knew he was here. Where ever here was? No one knew, he was in the fangs of a maniac, for, for godsake he didn't even knew how long.' Sam wanted to tell her. He wanted to spill it all, but he was just too tired. Maybe, it all was but a dream, a nightmere to be precise. Maybe, he never left work, because he was pinned under a bolder or that cart never had missed him?* His head was foggy, as so often in the (recent?) past? "Who?" slipped over his heavy tongue.

"Your Dad." Her smile burned itself inside his soul. 'He... he had no Dad. Never had, never would... so who...?"

Their eyes locked, when Grey stepped into the room. Panic flared up. Sam's weak body jolted. The static beating in the background, he hadn't even really noticed before, because it had been lolling him into a soothing fog of warmth, rose to a hectic cacophony of unbearable noises.

"No no no no no. That's not. No." Sam's head shook frantically. He tried to get away, his left arm wouldn't cooperate. He ripped up his right from the bedding, but it was stopped forcefully. Shocked he stared at a thick leather cuff, binding it to the bedframe. A cuff, that almost looked like the one's Grey used to chain him to floor and ceiling. Uncomprehending his wide eyes looked up again, never understanding hospital policy and the more harming intention of preventing him from repeating the course of action, that had let him here.

"Wha...? why?" Pure and utter panic took a hold of him. He was struggling like a maniac, despite his blood loss and weakness. 'All of this should be over. All of this should have never been real at al.' The strength to fight, only fueled by adrenaline resulting from his panic attack was draining him too fast.

Still, his heart just acted out completely, only short frantic gasped remained of his so vitally needed attempt to breathe in. "No no no. You can't... believe... a thing... he says. Please. That's...not...NOT my Dad. That's not..."

A heavy tingling sensation appeared out of nowhere and jumped at Sam like a landslide, just pulling him with. A bunch of people surrounded his bed all of a sudden, different voices, instruments, hands on him, while an invisible force tried to lure him into a warm blanket of darkness. It was all too much in his fragile state. The hammering pain in his chest kind of ebbed away and Sam willingly surrendered to oblivion.

The commotion faded away, like a fog disolving, people cleared the room after some time. The nice nurse gave Grey an apologetic and very sad look. Her lips forming a silent 'I'm sorry.' Afterwards her mournful eyes went to the floor. Her hand brushed over Grey's shoulder short but gently, than she left.

Sam was drugged out of his mind, his misery and consciousness again. A soothing hand in his hair, he couldn't feel. "Sssch. I got you, my little hummingbird. We'll get through this."

Days passed. And attending nurses, as well as the responsable doctor all worried about Sam's mental state, beside the actual certainty, that he was in desperate need of a pacemaker.

But he apparently couldn't comprehend and he wouldn't really step out of the hazy, disoriented and incoherent space, in which his mind seemed to be imprisoned.

The times, he was coming close to reality were hard on everyone. Between unconciouness, sleep and nightmeres, he tried to convince them, that he was actually a captive by the man, who was only imposing as his father.

It was highly unsettling, but every other reassuring look at his records confirmed, that unfortunately the his head really wasn't screwed on right. A sobbed and hardly audible statement, that kind of sounded like “I thought I was getting better.” from his part in a semi-conscious state only backed up the cruel reality. Had anyone listen closly, it had sounded more, like a desperate wish for 'I thought, IT was getting better'.

And yet, nurse Angela couldn't shake this ichty feeling 'his Dad' gave her. Or seeing the fear in this young man's eyes, whenever he was alert enough, to have some part in their reality.

×

The nurse was anxious. She kept the chart tight to her chest, not for anyone to see. This was really bad. She had paged Dr. Warron, but he was kept by another patient for now.

When he finally made his way down the corridor towards the nursing station seversl minutes later, she practically jumped out of her chair and all but flew over to him. Angela grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest storage room. "Angy, what do you..." "DOCTOR!" She forcefully interrupted him. "I believe, the young man is right and really being held hostage by the man calling himself his father." She was excited and nervous, but Warron wanted to block every attempt. "Angy, we've been through this. Your gut telling you, you don't like his old man, is not a clinical expertise for a mental case."

"Something doesn't add up, doctor. The 'kid' is here about a week now and his toxscreen is through the roof. Look at this. All these substances shouldn't be in his blood. Actually these combinations shouldn't be in anyone's blood. When he came in, okay, but neither of us had adminstered these drugs, look." She practically shoved the chart into his face.

It was something the the yoing man had said to her, she just couldn't dodge. It was running circles in her mind. He had been almost out of it again, but his pale cuffed hand had drilled itself into her coat and he had whispered into her ear, on one of those few moments, 'his Dad' wasn't nearby for once. "Please, compare our bloodtyps. He's lying. We can't be related. Pleas..." There were tears welding up in his eyes, but they were interrupted by that man entering again, letting waves of uncertanty flare up around Angela.

Dr. Warron studied the lap results, his expression darkened. "There's also something about their bloodtyps the kid said to me." Angela added. The doctor looked at her. His demeanor had changed, professionalsm and couriosity clearly shown in his face now, erasing the doubt.

"They wouldn't match. The kid's got 0-. But I couldn't get any information from "the father" (she made quotation marks in the air) "without raising any suspensions." An understanding nod was Warrons answer.

"I want someone with him at all times from now on. He's not to he left alone with that man anymore, who is apparently drugging him up under our noses. Call the authorities and I will have to make some calls regarding his medical records, his pretended father so openly provided. Dammit." His big hand squeezed her shoulder. "Good job, Angela. Thank you for being so stubborn."

They left the storage room and approached there taskes with brisked steps. Angela got hold of a collegue and was just about to explain, that said patient needed to be put under constant surveillance, when another nurse hectically made her way towards them. Her face was flushed, she was really upset. "He's gone."

Without any further explanation, Angela knew who was meant. She left her colleges standing and practically ran to the room, the 'suicidal boy' was supposed to be in, under the watchful eyes of his apparent father.

The room was empty, the bedding rumpled and a lonely cuff was chained to the frame of the bed, the other leatherstrap opened.

×

About 10 miles outside the city a tall man was steering his car towards the sunset. He was humming to himself. His big hand was bent behind the passagerseat. Long fingers ruffled through the young man's untamed hair. He was unconscious, laying on the backseat, his feet behind the driver, a thick white bandage around his left forarm sticking out under a blanket. The man behind the steering wheel took a quick last look to the back.

"No worries my little hummingbird. I'll find us a new home. Just you and me."

His hand slowly pulled away, his attention back to the road. He was humming again.

The End...?

Hummingbird masterlist

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[miracle-sham]

Necromancy and Magic Shops Snippets.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Necromancy} |

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| Word Count: 540. |

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It had been raining the day before, when a fierce knock upon her door rattled the hinges.

Marinette had rushed downstairs to pull open, revealing a sopping wet Adrien at the threshold.

“I need your help...” He rasped, stumbling inside into the warmth beyond.

“Okay.” Marinette had agreed without question or hesitation. She had promised him she'd be there for him no matter what, after everything they've been through as Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“My mother... My father...” Adrien grimaced. “She woke up again. Because of him.”

Marinette didn't need to guess the truth he spoke underneath. She had been dead, cold and still inside that wretched crystal coffin.

“I need your help.” He repeated, staring into her eyes desperately. “I can't do this alone, please.”

“Okay.” She promised, swallowing thickly. “There's a shop, I've heard of. They specialise in... Gardening.”

Adrien nodded, eyes closing for a brief moment. “I can't go. She'll get suspicious if I'm gone for too long.”

“I'll go for you then. I won't let you down.” Marinette whispered.

Which is why she was here, stood in front of the unassuming clocktower that shouldn't exist, labelled neatly with a purple bat shaped sign 'The Batgirls' Emporium'

The door creaked as she opened it, stepping inside. The crackle of magic rolling off her as the wards let her through. She clutched at her Ladybug protective charm tightly.

The shopkeeper was watching her. She glanced away, scurrying towards the necromancy section, hope desperately curling in her chest as she scanned the aisle for what she seeked.

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Cass looked her latest customer up and down. Their eyes met, and the other looked away first.

She nudged her partner gently and gestured to the necromancy aisle. Steph whistled.

"Ooooh, boy, you're looking for a toughie, huh?" she asked the nervous girl.

"I, um, I didn't -- I don't --"

"Not to worry, not to worry," Steph interrupted. "We've got you covered! We've got animal revivals, people revivals, plant revivals (although we charge extra for a kingdom's crops), and --"

"I'm not!", the customer interruped, "Looking to bring someone back! I need to put someone down!"

Cass's eyes sharpened. Steph froze, then slanted a look at the other.

After a quick examination, Cass shook her head.

"Well," Steph said, "Sorry for any rude assumptions I might've made." Her voice was low and soothing.

“It's... Fine.” Marinette mumbled, refusing to look at her, hands fidgeting at her sides.

Steph sighed. "Look, Cass isn't karate-chopping you right now, so I trust you're not up to any evil. What do you need?"

Marinette made a slight keening noise. “It's... I don't know exactly, I've only heard rumours of it... But my friend, someone he knew was dead and now they're not. And there's. He's scared. I promised I'd help.” She admits, saying far too much and yet not enough at the same time.

Cass vaulted over the counter and pulled Marinette into a hug. She tensed, and Steph feared she'd bolt. Instead, she melted into it.

How long had it been, Marinette wondered, since she'd last been hugged. Even Adrien kept his distance these days, despite everything, not that she faulted him, they were both hurting and coping and healing in their own ways... But she missed being comforted.

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[bratbutcute]

Hi, could you do 2 with lee!Marc and ler!Layla??

I have to be honest I saw your ask on @gigglysokkamcu blog and I got inspired 😭 I hope you don’t mind 💕

Also, I’m very sorry for taking SO MUCH to write this. These days have been rough and I couldn’t find the strength to write anything.

Sone very soft and cute tickles for Marc cause my boy deserves them.

2. “Are you – oh my god, you are.”

Layla and Marc were being undercover for one of their adventures. They were looking for an old Egyptian artifact and they were spying on a mobster that worked in the black market and was presumably buying such object that night.

And where was the exchange taking place? Well at the opera of course. The one place Marc despised the most: he hated dressing formal, he hated the suit constricting his body, the suffocating tie, the shoes. He shook his head before drinking another coffee. It was the second in the past hour and he was sure that they wouldn’t be enough to keep him awake.

«Looking good my husband.» Layla hugged him from behind. The warmth of her body made him relax.

He turned to give her a kiss, letting her soft lips calm his nerves. Layla was there with him - he repeated to himself - and that’s all he needed.

The night was definitely going to be exhausting. He felt his eyelids getting heavier after just a few minutes into the opera and it was going to be three hours long.

He yawned and leaned back on his chair, sifting through the public with his eyes to find the men Layla and him were looking for.

The place was crowded, but they had a small stage reserved just for the two of them, high enough to see everyone and equipped with binoculars in case their men were too far away.

Layla was stunning, sitting on her chair in her beautiful red dress. It fitted her perfectly, it made her look so regal, so stunning. Marc could stare at her for hours, probably for his entire life if he could.

Layla blushed feeling his eyes on her and kissed his cheek, a small gesture that made Marc’s body relax. He turned, a bit embarrassed, towards the play and let his eyes close, lulled by the soft music and the sweet voice of the singer.

He was abruptly awakened by a poke on his side that made him jump. Layla was smiling, amused. She sat a bit closer to him.

«Tired already?» she whispered, soft enough not to be heard by anyone else. Marc sighed.

«Whe-» he was interruped by a loud «Sssh» coming from another stage next to them. He contained his urge to stand up and strangle whoever thought that this boring thing was actually worth the silence and cupped his hands around Layla’s ear. He got flashbacks of when he was younger and would do this same gesture to be heard in a disco. He would pay gold to be dancing in that moment rather than being there.

«When are our men going to arrive? I can’t see them.»

Layla copied his movements, placing her hands around his ear. Marc immediately froze feeling her soft fingers brush against the back of his ear. He held tightly to his chair, knowing her tingling breath was going to hit him in just a moment.

«After the break, in about an hour.» Marc squeezed his eyes at the words and his face got hot and red.

He nodded, pretending to be alright. That’s something he had forgotten about the disco. All the times his girlfriends and friends had teased him and made up silly things to tell him just to tickle his ears. The memory made his cheeks burn.

Layla - unaware of his internal struggle - cupped her hands again and was about to speak right into his ear, but before she could he flinched, a strangled noice leaving his throat. Another loud «Sssh» could be heard.

After a moment of panic in which Layla thought her husband might be hurt, she saw the embarrassment on his face, eyes trying to avoid her figure.

«Is everything okay? Does it bother you?» she murmured softly, trying not to be heard by anyone else.

Marc blushed harder. Her concerned look was almost worse than her knowing about.. that.

«Don’t worry, you just startled me.» he forced himself to speak softer than usual, trying to avoid another viewer shushing him.

Layla tilted her head and slowly raised her hand behind him. She fluttered her fingers next to his ear, only to have her wrist grabbed by Marc. His eyes were opened wide and his expression was a mixture of embarrassment and fake anger.

Layla grinned.

«Are you–» she fluttered her fingers again, brushing the tip of his ear. Marc gasped for air and slammed his other hand on his mouth. «Oh my god, you are!»

Marc was going to catch fire from how warm his face was getting. He grabbed both of her wrists and held them tightly in his lap.

«I am nothing. We are here to work and we have to be quite.» he whispered and glared at her as a warning, leaving her hands slowly.

She was not going to let this go.

Marc was stoic, private and, for these reasons, every new detail about himself was a surprise. It was one of the reasons Layla fell in love with him. Even though he was strong he was also so fragile. She could see his insecurities and how hard he tried to shield them, to show he did not need help.

But Marc fell in love with Layla because she was stubborn.

Not even five minutes after being scorned Layla decided to plan her attack.

She knew the play. She knew the songs, and every moment the audience was supposed to clap.

So she waited.

After a particularly emotional song, in which the singer delivered their highest note, the audience clapped and Layla stroked.

Her fingers found Marc’s neck and scribbled lightly right under his ears. Marc jerked and almost yelped for the surprise. The applause did not last long though and Layla had to stop.

In response of his killing stare she smirked and leaned closer to him, deliberately speaking next to his ear.

«If you make too much noise they will notice us. Can you keep it down?» Marc was about to protest but she anticipated him «Or you’re not strong enough to take it?».

This made him froze and boil with anger. He wasn’t one to turn down a challenge. But on the other hand he was very ticklish.

He did not have time to decide.

Fingers danced on his scalp, ever so lightly to just made him shiver. He felt the urge to move his legs, to kick, to turn and grab at her again. But he decided to resist. He was stronger than that.

«How long will it take before you break?» she teased him in his ear. Making him shiver again.

She put both of her hands on the side of his neck and dragged her fingers delicately, slowly, making him wish she were actually tickling him. This was torture.

He felt the need to laugh, but again he knew he was stronger. He knew-

Layla switched places and poked at his side, under the suit. This made him flinch.

«L-Layla-» he gulped as her fingers trailed up and down, dancing on the fabric of his shirt «Pl-hehaseh» he whispered as low as he could.

«Ihih’m tohoho tihihicklihiish.» she smirked at that, so happy that he openly admitted something so private about himself. She blamed the tiredness.

«Oh baby I definitely get it.»

She scribbled undefined patterns on his body, caressing every part of him that made him silently laugh. He was giggling. Giggling so quietly it felt like a secret. A secret only she could know.

Marc shook his head as Layla let a finger insinuate between two buttons, tickling the skin underneath.

Marc threw his head back and bit the back of his hand, containing as much as he could any noise.

Layla wished they had more time, wished they were at home and she could just exploit this newfound information about him.

But they were at the opera and they were reaching the end of the first half. Very soon their work would begin.

Before she could stop Marc turned towards her, the most adorable expression on his face, his eyes shining with mirth. He looked so relaxed, so innocent and carefree.

She fell in love again.

«You look cute.» she whispered on his lips, savouring the happiness and laugh they tasted like.

Marc felt his face getting hotter and hid it on her chest, before collapsing on her legs, too embarrassed to really function.

He laid there, his head on Layla’s lap, face hidden on her stomach, giggling like a child.

She let herself have just a little more fun.

She decided to stick to his neck since his titters were too cute.

Her fingers were light and taunting and made butterflies dance in his stomach. He could feel every single movement, from her nails scratching the side of his neck, to her fingertips caressing the back of his ear.

He could not stop the silent chuckles that made his shoulders jump. But he felt so happy in Layla’s embrace. She slid a finger inside his collar and teased the place where his shoulder met his neck. He lost it. Turning a bit he used both his hand to cover his mouth and squeezed his eyes. A single tear of mirth left his eyelashes and landed on Layla’s red dress.

She sighed staring with absolute love at her husband.

Cupping a hand on his cheek, she decided he had enough for that day and stopped the tickling, switching to lightly caressing his skin.

Marc closed his eyes and let himself smile peacefully.

«I love you babe.» she kisses him again.

«Me too.»

They soon had to end this romantic moment to go back to work, but Layla knew in that moment that her love for Marc had never been stronger.