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k2ntoss · 2 months

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“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

This with Jaybird plsss

well, here we are with more smutty posts for my people <3 thanks for your request, dear anon !! and yeah, get used to long writing bc i can't put my ideas in short stuff :3 sooooo consent king jaybird here!

"is this okay?" as they stare up at you from in between your legs + "please mark me, i want everyone to know i'm yours" + "spread your legs baby, that's it... wider"

it's been a year since jason asked you out for the first time and he's always been sweet with you, it took him a little to open up to you but there wasn't a time where he would actually done something bad to you. always giving you your space and thinking on your comfort, going at your pace with anything about your relationship. it's been a year full of soft kisses, cute dates and sweet cuddling until this night.

"are you really sure you want this, sweetheart?" jason asks you, he's sitting by your side in the couch, his arm drapped around your shoulder but he looks at you with his eyes slightly widened as you nod with a small smile, he doesn't know how your conversation went from your last movie night to talking about the things you liked to do in bed.

"i mean, i want it but it's okay if you don't, jay." you'd say with a cute smile, jason has been so respectful of your boundaries you wanted to do the same for him and you knew that for him all kinds of physical touch meant absolute trust on your partner and even more when it was something so intimate as making love.

"i want it too, but just promise me you'll tell me if it gets too much or if you feel uncomfortable, okay?" the way jason looks into your eyes and sticks his pinkie out for you to promise him that just melts your heart. when you hook your finger with his he leans in, taking your lips in a slow and sweet kiss, his hand running slowly to get to your waist before pulling you close.

at that point words die on your mouth, his lips devouring yours as the kiss grows deeper and his tongue trails your bottom lip, a soft sigh leaving your longs when jason sits you on his lap for a brief moment before he stands up with you into his arms to walk to the room you share with him. jason holds you as if you could break at the smallest movement so he lays you carefully on the bed, your back pressed softly against the matress when he breaks the kiss.

his forehead is pressed against yours as his hands slide under your shirt, the way your arms wrap around his shoulders while showering his face in sweet kisses makes him feel more sure of what he's doing and that's how it goes at first; jason takes off your clothes swiftly and without rushing it, his lips glued to your neck and collarbone as he leaves sweet pecks on your skin without biting or sucking on your skin even if he's dying to, because jason loves a little ownership and you notice it whenever he calls you his girl or when he pulls you by the waist when someone is being too friendly with you.

"please mark me," your voice comes out soft but a little breathless when he kisses his way between your breasts as he takes off your bra and he stops to look at you with a raised eyebrow "i want everyone to know i'm yours." and that's all jason needs because the conviction in your eyes tells him you want it.

"you want everyone to know you're mine, princess? want everyone to know how good i make you feel?" he asks in a low voice, a grunt escapes his lips when he first sinks his teeth on your neck and the moan you let out sounds just heavenly for him, they keep comming out when his hands travel from your back to your tits, groping and squeezing them as he sucks a few hickeys on the side of your throat, fingers rolling your nipples before he pinches them and smirks against your skin.

"yes, jay please" you nod and it just gets better when he kisses a trail down to your stomach, fingers toying with the edge of your panties before pulling them down at a torturing pace just to feel your goosebumps and he seems so playful for someone that was sweetly kissing your neck a few minutes ago it just works to turn you on even more.

his lips travel to your hips, kissing your side once he gets rid of your underwear as his hands pull your legs up and spreads them just to make room for his body between them but before he moves he needs to make you feel comfortable, he thinks as he sees your cheeks flushed and notices how you find it hard to look at him.

jason is a big guy so he knows he won't just fit really comfortably between your legs without having you to be completely spread for him. he kisses your knee lovingly, trying to ease your shyness a bit before he coos you.

"spread your legs baby," he speaks softly, a few more kisses on your calf as he soothingly caresses your thigh and it makes you feel less nervous as you spread your legs a bit more "that's it... wider" he guides you and once he sees your legs spread open for him he kisses his way down your thighs, kissing them both as he hears your moans and feels your heat growing.

suddenly the sight is just too good to miss it and the low moan that comes out of his lungs when he first kisses your cunt makes your breath catch. jason looks way too good with his eyes closed as he hums in satisfaction when he licks between your folds, arousal pooling on his tongue as your hand dives into his black hair, back arching and the high pitched moan that you let out when he sucks on your clit makes him look up at you.

"is this okay?" jason asks in a raspy voice, his eyes look glazed over but they still hold the same care and love he's shown since the very first day for you and his actions only make you feel more turned on as if he wasn't already all perfect he had to hit you with the careful prince behavior, always seeking for your comfort and pleasure before his own.

you nod, eyes fixed on his green ones and the smile he gifts you adds to all the feelings that swirl into your body because as soon as he goes back to your pussy you can only moan his name, fingers gently tugging his hair "god jason," you pull his hair a bit harder when his teeth graze your nub and he growls in a way that sends shivers down your spine "keep going, please."

and he does, jason licks and sucks like he was starving and before you get to call his name again he has two fingers teasing your entrace. he pulls away for a bit, one arm holding your hips still as he looks up at you "you just taste so good, love... and you sound so needy" he starts, there's a need on him to call you names because you told him you liked it but he doesn't want to push his luck already.

"mhm how do i sound?" you ask him, you know him too well to know he's holding back and the hunger on his gaze tells you you're damn right. he pushes his fingers into you, curling them as soon as your wet, warm walls embrace his digits and he finds that puffy spot that makes you moan loudly.

"like a pretty needy slut" he growls before biting a red mark on your thigh, moving his fingers in slow and deep strokes that grow a bit faster when he goes back to suck and flick his tongue on your sensitive clit, playing with you as much as you allow him because he loves the way you give in to him, how much you trust him to give you so much pleasure and how much you trust him to let you find his own pleasure on your body.

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starsomens · 2 months

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OK so I know I’m always talking about absolute filth here with Noah but let’s talk about after the filth is done with.

Noah definitely has your aftercare routine down to every single detail. He is definitely the person to make you go and pee right after you’re done especially if he finishes inside. if you guys aren’t out yet definitely has a pill handy. Aside from the whole medical parts of this, he runs a warm shower for you both. Part of his aftercare I feel is just washing and caring for your body afterwards. Since I do detail that he has to be a little rough at times he also wants to show Your body and your mind that he appreciates and love every inch of you.

Even though he would use a sponge to wash you, he prefers to use his hands and some body soap so that he’s able to massage your skin and really feel you in a loving and intimate way. He definitely holds you under the water and he just tucked your head under his chin, giving you kisses your forehead every now and then just whispering the sweetest things to you.

“I love you very much princess…”

“I know,”

“Look at me” and he cups your face. He doesn’t think where he kind of cranks his neck down to be closer to you to make sure that you understand that he truly means it on such a deeper level than just the words. “I love you….so fucking much….”

No, what I think Noah does is he gets out first he goes to the dryer, warms up your towel comes back and hold the towel open for you to just step into a nice fuzzy warm towel after a shower. he definitely helps you to get some clothes to get into and while you’re getting dressed he goes and he grab some snacks for you both once he’s back grabs some of your favorite lotion or your body oil and you guys just talk over things while he lotions up his body and your body. Meanwhile you’re feeding him some snacks and giving him kisses every now and then. And yes, you purposely kiss him with chip crumbs on your lips, in which you say

“ it adds more flavor to the kiss”

This is definitely the time he likes to bring up any kind of problems or issues or discussions. You guys have had that have to do with relationship. Seeing as you guys are now in a more calm, relaxed, and intimate space and atmosphere he brings up issues so that you guys can talk through it without getting into any kind of arguments. Of course, just like any other couple you guys have your hiccups and having disagreements will happen, even when discussing those disagreements.

“ Y/N, I know how you feel on this topic and about scheduling and time but there are a lot of things that I can’t really change and there are some things I can alter"

"I know, I know…. I just….. sometimes I feel kind of ignored. And I know you're not, but I think I might be overthinking it or I might exaggerate a little."

"No baby, you're not. if it's how you feel, then you're not exaggerating, but if you do feel like I'm ignoring you then I'll try to open up a day or two so we can spend more time together. Does that sound better?"

"mhm…. Thank you for understanding."

"thank you for telling me"

And of course, Noah isn't all innocent. He can be guilty of withholding a lot of his emotions and his opinion on things but he is working with you on it and the more and more you guys have time like this together the more he is especially with you on his emotions. And of course, afterwards after you’re all lotion up, and your bellies are full of snacks, he turns on some random show or movie where you guys can just cuddle and fall asleep together.

And yes, you do end up falling asleep beforehand because he relaxed you so much and he tells you things that he’s not ready to say to you while you’re awake. These are his most deep and sincere thoughts and perhaps he has already told you in your sleep when he was going to propose. Where he would do it, when and how, but you don’t need to know that right now

#bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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Flirty Stranger | Wednesday Addams

Warnings: swearing, Tyler

Wednesday x Galpin!fem

"That'll be 3.99 please, sir." You smiled polity at the taller man infront of you, he sniffled a smile; slamming a five dollar bill into your hand. You gritted your teeth, Lucas was always an ass.

You pressed down on the till, it slamming open; the coins and loss change jiggling when it did. You received his change, handing it to him with a smile.

"Have a nice day." It was a rule at the coffee store: be polite, smile and just be an averagely good person.

Lucas smiled back, placing the money onto the edge of the tip jar.

"Do you want my chaple change, Galpin?" Your nose flared, fingers wrapping around the counter of the table. This was a repeating game with the boy; he had some sick pleasure from you begging for his money. Today though, you honesly couldn't care if he got you fired. You'd burnt the tip of your finger in boiling water, an absolute fiend demanded that you got their order wrong, four times. Your older brother, Tyler, had stormed into the store late for his shift which somehow led to your dad shouting at you for not waking your brother up in time. Fair to say your day was horrible, and all you wanted to was dive head first into a book.

"I don't want, nor do I need your spare money, Lucas." His smiled dropped, eyes casting into a dark gaze.

"I think you miss spoke? Did you mean, Yes sir?" You could have sworn by the amount of times you'd gritted your teeth you wouldn't have any by the end of the shift.

"No. I did not miss speak."

He coughed, the coins teasing the tip jar.

"You know that job is a privilege, not a right." Another person entered the coffee shop, walking into the line that only consisted of Lucas.

"Are you being rude again?" The women asked, pressing her cold finger into Lucas' back. Lucas shrugged the finger off, face drifting into fear at the sight of the girl infront of him.

"No. No Wednesday, we- she was only.." he stuttered out, his fingers finally releasing the money into the jaw. He collected his coffee, sprinting out of the store without a second look.

"Evening. May I have a coffee?" You stared at the girl, her eyes cold and hooded when they looked at you. She was dressed in Nevermore uniform, which meant she had some sort of power.

"Obviously, this is a cafe?" You retorted, eyes tired. Your shoulders were sagged, aching from your bad posture, your eyes were dry and begging for a finger to run into the wisk lids.

"Black. No sugar, no cream."

You hummed, pouring the rich beads of bean's into the crusher. Within moments the coffee was done, steaming in the air. You cupped the lid, pressing it down onto the cup. You slid it onto the counter, telling the girl infont of you the price. She handed you the money, precisely.

"Here." She slipped a hundred dollor bill into the cup, nodding solemnly. You groaned, rolling your eyes. Your fingers dipped into the cup, pressing the bill into her chest.

"I'm not a charity case." She frowned deeper, hand holding the bill.

"I did not imply such a thing. I am measly complamenting your abilities of making an admirable coffee. Is that a crime?" The girl infront of you asked, speaking in such a formality you almost cringed.

"Look, it's nice and all but I'd rather you go on with your day. Makes my life easier." The girl carried on to frown, placing the bill once again into the jaw. The same action played out; you pulled the bill out, she placed it back in.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so stuborn?" You mocked, rolling your eyes.

"This surely isn't allowed as a worker, your being deliciously rude." The girl commented, standing slightly less tall; almost like you had drained the energy out of her.

Your eyes drooped, sighing out in frustration.

"I'm a barista, I'm literally serving coffee to pay my phone bill. I don't owe you anything, I'm not a slave, I shouldn't have to beg you to give me a tip- I don't want a tip. You've payed your bill, so leave."

Wednesday shifted on her feet, her tongue rolling over her teeth.

"Fine." You sighed out, thankful that she finally gave you the space. Then, her fingers wrapped around your belt loop; tugging you forward. She slid the note into your pant pocket, turning around before you could object.

You stared at the open space she once took up. Another customer taking up the empty space within momemts.

"Hi, Ma'am, how may I help you?"

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Days went by, Lucas didn't harass you. Atleast not at work, at school was a different topic. You eventually learnt the ravens name; Wednesday Addams.

The door bell rang, in walking someone dressed all in black. Instead of coming straight to the till they went to table three. The smaller girl slid into open row, placing her hands on the table and locking them together.

You sigh, Wednesday sitting tall on the chair. You picked up your note book, walking towards the argumentative girl.

"What can I get you today?" You asked, smile plastered on your face. Your pen etched into the paper below it, awaiting the girls answer.

"Mm. My usual." She tucked herself further into the seat, glaring up at you.

You groaned, placing the book down on the table, resting your hand on it.

"Do you really think I can remember that?" Wednesday looked at you, fantom smile dancing on her lips.

"I bet you've remembered every detail of my face." She stated proudly, daring you with a smirk.

"Is that so?" You leaned down, your body tumbling over hers. She nodded, her finger tracking up your arm.

"I've remembered yours."

You hum into the air, smiling like you just won the lottery. You pulled back, your frame casting a shadow over Wednesday's small one.

"What's your name again?"

The question knocked the air out of Wednesday, sucking all of her confidence out.

"Uh. Wednesday Addams."

Your tongue rolled over your top teeth, then sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. Humming to fill the deafening silence.

"Wednesday? That's new. Do you still want that black coffee?" Wednesday clenched her jaw, moving her wandering hand away from you.

"Maybe your number would suffice." She muttered, her eyes still undressing you. You nodded, writing something down on your notepad.

You slid it over, not missing the way her eyes sparked and she almost groaned when the piece of paper was in her hands.

Nice try :) I'm not that easy <3

"That coffee will do, I guess." She groaned, staring at the paper in defeat. Her posture deflated, falling into a soulless sight.

"Fantastic"

Your shift dragged like always, your day seemingly never ending. The Raven haired girl that sent a nerve down your spine stayed, all day.

"Miss Addams, this cafe is closing." You mumbled out from under the counter, your hands cleaning up the beans you spilled earlier that day. Wednesday shuffled towards you, feet stopping when they came face to face with yours.

"May I walk you home?" She asked, standing taller with the suggestion. You was on your knees infront of her, staring through messy hair.

"Why?" You stood back up, placing the beans into the trash, wiping your hands free of the dust that built up on your open palm.

"Its dark, we never know what monster that lurkers outside the door." She said it in such a way that made you guess for what creep would be waiting for you. You nibbled on your bottom lip, staring at the girl who was similar height.

"I think that if any creep tried to have me they'd have to put up a fight. Plus, your the stranger." You noted, walking through the store with a cloth in your hand; wiping down the tables.

Wednesday followed closely after, following you like a lap dog.

"I don't have to be. If only you'd tell me your number. I've been told that I am a gracious date planner." She nodded, proud of her words; rethinking her previous conversations with someone.

"You've been on a date?" You laughed, mocking the implication. She shuffled on her feet, her fringe slightly frazzled at the tiresome day.

"Well no. But- but I assume I would be, I'm a bit of a perfectionist." You stared blankly at her, knowing she was eventually going to tire you down.

"No."

She blinked, her fist clenching around her skirt hem.

"And why not?" She all but whined, sounding like a toddler who wasn't allowed ice-cream, she may have well stomped her feet and screamed.

"Because I don't have time." You mumbled, pushing your lose hair out of your face. You brushed past her, not missing the way her fingers touched yours in a hope to grab your attention; when it didn't work she groaned.

"You can't possibly be that busy? Granted, you have school, maybe an after school activity? Then homework, coming here for- well awhile, then your free to spend your day." Wednesday thought, labeling your whole day.

You hummed, leaning over the counter. It was just like the first time you met, her standing infront of the counter, staring at you through dark eyes.

"I wake up at six, get dressed, plan my outfit and leave for school, I end school at three. I have rugby practise after school for two hours, then I have to come here. I leave her at eight, sometimes nine. After work I have to clean my whole house, cook for my dad and older brother, by then it's about eleven. Sometimes I can fit in my homework, other times i just do it in my breaks. After eleven, I have my shower, then I sleep and repeat my day." Wednesday placed her hand onto the counter, her face riddled with thought.

"Well. Give me your homework, so your break will be free and I can take you on a date, sound adequate?" You laughed, smiling at the girl who was dead serious.

"Why are you laughing? I did not state a joke." Wednesday muttered, pressing herself more into the counter. Your faces were inches away from each other, a daring smile still on yours.

"Uh huh. Your cute, Wednesday." Your finger brushed her fringe, making sure it was in the right place. You hummed seeing the same face that you saw a week previously.

"I'm not a cheat thought, nice try." You leaned forward, kissing her cheek before pulling away. She was left stuck, lost in the mist of your fruitfully perfume and flawless actions of physical touch.

"Care to leave now? I really need to get home before my dad does." You slipped out of the apron, pushing all of your lose hair out of your face; dragging the back of your wrist across your forehead, wiping away the steamed sweat.

"I'll be back." You didnt doubt her in anyway, automatically assuming Wednesday hadn't been told no often in her life. She stormed out of the store. Finally after a while you was left to breath, sighing into the dead silent cafe. The bell rang, Tyler barging through the door.

"Was that Wednesday Addams?"

#jenna ortega #jennaortega #lgbt #tara carpenter #wlw #wednesday addams x fem #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addmas x fem #wednesday addams #vada cavell #Lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem #jenna ortega x fem!reader

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inhuman-obey-me · 4 months

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👻 | Lucifer | No MC, please

"I'm the creature that haunts your mind." - Lucifer

“P-please, Lord Lucifer, c’mon – you know I didn’t mean anything by it! This is just a big misunderstanding! We’re buds, aren’t we?” With a toothy yet nervous grin, Casbriel looks up and tries to catch the gaze of his soon-to-be tormenter. The moment he does, however, he feels his heart leap into his throat as cruel crimson bores into his very soul.

“Buds?” The word is spit out in disgust, though soon a sinister smirk graces Lucifer’s lips. “Oh, silly me. I guess I must have forgotten. Why don’t you remind me?”

“Oh, uh, well – yes. R-remember at His Highness’ party the other week?” Casbriel begins to sweat, grasping at whatever memory he could to hopelessly convince the other. “How we were just having a grand ole’ chat over some Demonus? You remember that, don’t you?”

“Ah, yes!” The Avatar of Pride feigns surprise, eyes widening slightly as a gloved hand comes to hold his chin as if in thought. “I think that must have been after you and Buriel had your little chat, hm?”

Casbriel’s nervous smile falters.

“I believe you two were talking about what a disgrace it was, that Lord Diavolo had a fallen angel right by his side as his closest aide. How you couldn’t wait to enact your plan to be rid of those despicable beings and, what was it?” Lucifer pauses, taking in the sinking features of his prey. “Get a proper ruler in place.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! We said no such thing, surely you wouldn’t believe we would discuss something so t-treasonous!” With a hysterical laugh, Casbriel waggles his head.

“Oh? Then what about three weeks ago, when you were meeting at Buriel’s to discuss the intricacies of your plan? You sure had quite a bit of Demonus there as well, didn’t you?” Lucifer’s brow raises. “A favorite vintage of mine, actually. I’m sure it must have been delicious. In fact, it seems you certainly did find it to be absolutely delectable.”

Dread sinks into the lesser demon’s belly as realization dawns.

Lucifer was reading his memories.

“Caught on, have you?” It was chilling, the way Lucifer’s voice could hold joy and ire at once. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you have a rather unhealthy obsession with me, with how you think of me so often.”

Casbriel shifts in his restraints, deciding that all attempts at pleasantries were now futile. So he glowers, hissing at the demon towering over him, “You deserve every bit of contempt. Creatures like you don’t deserve to be here, and that damn prince is a fool for welcoming you with such open arms!”

“There it is.” Lucifer snickers, though his demeanor quickly turns cold. His wings whip out, extending to a frightening degree – as if they are about to eclipse the room and swallow it in shadow. “You really are pitiful. Is that all it took to get you to confess so willingly?”

The defiant fire that momentarily took over Casbriel was quickly extinguished, fear beginning to creep into his eyes as Lucifer circled him once again, like a vulture ready to feast.

“Oh, Casbriel.” The Avatar sneered, coming to a stop right behind the other and lowering himself so that his breath could be felt on the lesser’s ear. “Us creatures don’t deserve to be here, hm?”

He places one hand on each of Casbriel’s shoulders, his gloves transforming to reveal long, sharp claws that begin to pierce flesh. “I suppose I’m the creature that haunts your mind most of all. Though, don’t worry,” Another menacing chuckle as his claws sink deeper, earning a pained cry.

“I’ll make sure to make all of that haunting a reality for you tonight.”

#fun fact apparently casbriel and buriel are some demons that like all other demons/spirits hate lmao #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #4000 follower celebration #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos

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cherlockbrolmes · 1 year

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Making this its own post because I feel VERY passionately about this. The original reblog’d response is right under this on my profile. This is a copy paste of my response.

ABOUT LEO’S GROWTH IN THE RISE MOVIE, and how a good portion of the fandom has interpreted his behavior…

TLDR: Leo isn't a sadboy defeatist who takes his self-sacrificial tendencies to unhealthy levels. His development in the movie was a net positive. HOPE and TRUST are the central and truest parts of Leo's character that permeates even the darkest of situations.

Ok this isn't meant to be an attack on the poster or anything, so initially I want to make this VERY clear before I get into it. I know this is mostly humorous, and l'm not trying to dull the mood either- I just have a lot of thoughts. People are allowed to interpret media the way they want; that's kinda how it works (mostly. We should be aware of the disgusting exceptions).

But dear lord, I have to talk about this because this characterization for Leo being so extremely self sacrificial and sad is RAMPANT and I have to give my own two cents.

I kinda heavily dislike this characterization and mostly disagree with it.

That's not to say there isn't truth in it; Leo has trends in many if not all iterations to have some self sacrificial tendencies. That sometimes pops up as a problem, too- but I really don't think Leo is taking it to a majorly unhealthy degree here for one big reason:

He trusts his family.

But let me break it down first. While I'm sure Leo shows a LOT of character growth by the end of the movie, one thing l'm sure he's not going to lose is major traits of his personality. First and foremost, he DOES value himself, even if some members of the fandom want to insist otherwise. Some portray or interpret his ego as a facade, when I really don't think that's it at all. Do I think it's overplayed in moments of insecurity? Yes, absolutely, but that doesn't mean it's purely a face.

Leo doesn't think his family is more or less than him.

He sees the value of them TOGETHER, and I think the movie helped him understand that even more.

Leo enjoys himself, and he enjoys them, and if he sees another option, he'll take it instead of going to a self sacrificial solution. Leo, while maybe not able to spell things well or understand what Donnie is talking about 99% of the time, is smart in his own way. He's a STRATEGIST- that's why Splinter promoted him to leader. Leo will absolutely be able to figure things out before he leaps to self sacrifice. His choice with Krang Prime came from a moment of desperation and not knowing what else to do. And even then, he held on to the thought of his family- the HOPE that they will ultimately be able to save him.

Hope is a big part of this rant. Just hang in there.

A big part of Leo's character is how much he values his family being together. That is made VERY clear in Portal Jacked, when he's openly distraught about having lost them. And I think he knows his family well enough that if one unceremoniously splits off, it creates deeper cracks. Not to mention he knows firsthand what losing one of them feels like. Why would he subject the others to that? I think that would make him actively AVOID self sacrifice if the option came up. It's only in the darkest of moments that Leo would accept it...and that's even pushing it, due to how much faith he holds in his family to have his back.

That's part of what makes a good leader of the Hamatos, too. Hell, that's what the ENTIRE FINALE OF THE SHOW ILLUSTRATED. That trusting your family to have your back will help them win in the end.

But there's also ONE BIG PART of the movie that I think people dismiss all too often. And I get it- the drama that proceeds it is fun and juicy and everything, but the quote highlights Leo's character growth better than the "it's not about me" bit.

“We still have a ninja’s greatest weapon…hope”

“We still have hope!”

“Our future isn’t written until we write it…as a team”.

“I’m not leaving him behind”.

“We still have hope!”

“A ninja’s greatest weapon…”

“Hey, I like that!”

Leo, to me, is an enormously POSITIVE character.

It's hard for me to believe that Mr. "A Ninja's Greatest Weapon Is Hope" would be...so sullen in his attitude and so prone to self sacrifice.

Self sacrifice is never off the table for him. But it is also not an option he sees as mostly beneficial.

He trusts his family.

He has hope.

I personally believe that..while he was defeated and distraught in the Prison Dimension, as any would be...he still had hope. He was SMILING. He trusted his family.

I don't think the "what took you so long?" was a disingenuous, deflecting quip. I think he meant it. He trusted his family to save him.

Leo's character development is definitely accepting it isn't about him. "I realize I don't have all the answers is the PINNACLE of this. He isn't one to launch himself in and think he can handle it on his own anymore.

He has learned to trust his family, and through that, he trusts himself on a level deeper and more true than he ever has before.

And he's such a goofy guy, c'mon guys.

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the-travelling-witch · 2 months

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all of your om!ocs deserve the most toe curling, breathtaking, lewdest blowjob that would leave them bone dry (￣ω￣) i'm very normal about them yessir yes (//▽//)

oh they absolutely do~ || obey me masterlist

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 is very composed at the beginning, taking in the pretty sight of you on your knees for him. And he’s sure to tell you as much, too. Throughout the whole thing, he makes sure to offer you a lot of praise, gently encouraging you to go further, to take more of him.

He’ll hold your face with a delicate hand, trace a perfectly manicured finger over your cheek or down your throat or push the hair from your face, tangling his hand in it if your hair is long enough. It’s as if you two have all the time in the world, his patience seemingly endless as he savours this moment.

Though, of course, even Dantalion isn’t completely unaffected by this situation and he doesn’t pretend to be. His moans are as pretty as the sight of him leaning back on one hand as the other runs through his silky blond strands. Look up at him and appreciate the sight as he does his and feel him twitch in your mouth.

Where he cums really depends on the situation and how both of you are feeling. If he doesn’t want to ruin your clothes or make up (though taking him would probably ruin it anyway), he’ll gladly spill down your throat. Though as an artist, the idea of painting your face is definitely just as appealing to him.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑 is definitely a little mean to you. But you have to understand, he just gets off on seeing you struggle to take him as pearly tears decorate your water line. So cry a little more for him, won’t you?

His hand is roughly grabbing your hair (or your head) as filthy degradations fall from his lips. Though surely, tagging on a possessive ‘my’ to those stinging pet names will soothe your nerves a little.

He doesn’t mind the way your nails dig into his thighs as his hips thrust to your lips, in fact, the slight pain pulls a low groan from deep in his chest. If you’re comfortable with it, his hand might wander to lie around your neck like an exclusive piece of jewellery and he smirks at the way he can feel you gag around him. Seeing you take everything he gives you so readily sparks something in him.

There are few times when Val doesn’t want to cum right down your throat and he always does so with a slightly breathless groan, holding you still against him while you watch his abs flex with his high. After pulling out, his thumb collects everything you didn’t manage to swallow the first time around so you can correct that.

Honestly, once you put your mouth on him, it becomes all too clear why so many people watch 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒’s stream solely for his voice. It’s like he was made to moan your name and his melodic voice dropping lower than usual is reason enough to have you squirming in your place.

This demon is very generous with his reactions in general. Be it encouraging you to hollow your cheeks more and taking him deeper by talking you through it or scraping his nails along your scalp to ground himself, he is letting you know you’re making him feel so good.

Not that it is hard to guess, with the way his hips grind on their own, accidentally making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat (something he will apologise for later unless you already told him you liked/ didn’t mind it) or with the way his head is tipped back, lips parted to let more of those sinful noises through.

Stolas would love to either cum on your face or on your chest. There’s something about seeing you covered and marked by him that makes his brain bluescreen, no matter how messy it is to clean up. It’s easy to overstimulate him like this, so more often than not he will pin you down and return the favour so you don’t get any funny ideas.

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kahluamystery97 · 23 days

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Satellite Chapter Five

March 2021

Harry wasn’t sure if he woke up because the sun was starting to peek in from the sitting room or because Maggie was so restless next to him.

"Sorry I'm freezing." She whispered as she burrowed deeper into the duvet.

"Here, take this off." Harry pulled at the robe.

She raised an eyebrow. “But I’m cold.”

"Trust me." Once she was free of the robe he then pulled her into his warm underwear clad body.

Maggie sighed with relief. Harry was happy to warm her up. He was still concerned by all her sharp edges. All the muscle loss. She buried her head into his neck. He felt her lips on him. Soft. Delicate. Harry tipped her chin up and kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped around him.

There was a moment where he thought he should be honest about Amelia. How could he ever start fresh with Maggie with Amelia hanging over them. In true Harry fashion he decided it was a problem for another time. He missed Maggie so much that he just couldn't bring himself to ruin it.

Maggie slid her hand into his boxer briefs to find he was already getting hard. She gently pumped him and slid her thumb over his sensitive slit. This elicited a groan from Harry. He pulled the slip of lace underwear she was wearing off. He slid a hand under her ass and pulled her up to him. She sucked at his lower lip as he entered her. Maggie's hands raked through his hair as she panted his name softly.

“I missed you so much. I needed you. I need you.” He whispered steadily into her ear as his hips steadily pumped into her warm channel. “Oh God baby you feel so good. You always feel so good. My sweet girl, sweet Maggie. Ughhh.”

Maggie’s heart was bursting. He was always so vocal but never like this. Never about how much he felt. All she could do was call his name and chant baby in his ear as she came undone around him. Harry was quick to follow.

He rolled them on their sides and pulled her close to him. He peppered the top of Maggie's head with kisses. She pressed her face against his chest and ran her hands against the solid wall of muscle.

"Baby I'm just so happy you're here with me. Just stay close. Don't leave me, ok?" Harry whispered into her hair. Maggie wasn't going anywhere. She breathed this moment in.

The next time Maggie opened her eyes the sun was fully invading the room. They must have fallen back to sleep.

Harry's voice thick with sleep said, "I don't want to get up but I have to." Maggie released her hold on him. He kissed the top of her head and rolled out of bed and went directly into the ensuite bathroom.

Maggie rolled onto her back. She felt complete bliss at this moment. Couldn't they just stay here forever? She grabbed the robe and wrapped herself in it. She heard Harry running the sink. She snuck into the water closet. Her turn.

Once out she joined him at the double sinks. Maggie opened a hotel toothbrush. Her mouth was so dry. No more vodka for a while. Harry was finished brushing. He was washing down two advil with a glass of water. He put two tablets on the vanity for Maggie. After she was finished brushing she thanked him.

"How about some breakfast?" He pulled her into his naked body and traced her jaw with his thumb. Maggie wrapped them both in the robe. Warm naked bodies pressed flush together.

"Absolutely and coffee, all the coffee please." She smiled up at him with her high wattage genuine smile.

"I will have them bring all the coffee at once." Harry laughed. "Want anything special, sweet girl?"

"Surprise me." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I mean I could order breakfast and join you."

"Or you could order breakfast and patiently wait for me."

"Yes I'm very well known for my patience." Harry chuckled. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left the bathroom.

Harry grabbed a pair of joggers and the room service menu from the desk. He ordered about half the menu and lots of coffee.

He looked down to see his phone. He saw the missed aFaceTime request from Amelia. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Amelia Mason was an amazing woman. She was smart. Well traveled. An accomplished director and actress. She was also sort of Harry’s - friend with benefits? Girlfriend-ish? I mean she was temporarily living in his house. He had made a film with her and they fell into an easy friendship/relationship. She was a few years older than Harry with twin boys from her previous marriage. He was enjoying having her and her kids at his house while their place got settled in London.

‘Ugh Styles - you are a real piece of work.’ He chastised himself.

Harry grabbed the phone and went into the living area. He couldn't manage a FaceTime with all the guilt that was washing over him.

He dialed her number. "Hey."

"Hey, it's the Grammy winner. How is that feeling today?" She asked with genuine excitement.

"Well I'm just waking up but it feels pretty good. How are things there?"

"Good. A little quiet. No kids. No you. You don't even have a cat Harry."

He laughed. "No pets. It's too hard with my lifestyle."

"So you are on a plane later today?" She asked.

Harry's stomach clenched. "Not today. Going to hang out here for a few more days. I want to see James and some friends. I thought I would lose and just come right back. Now that I have won I'm popular around here I guess." He lied. He wasn't ready to leave Maggie was the truth.

"Win or lose you're popular Harry. Winning is great but it isn't everything. You have real talent." Amelia’s kindness made him uneasy.

You are a talented piece of garbage, he thought. This wasn't exactly being respectful of women. He felt tempted to be straight with her. The director was just out of a ten year marriage. While they had yet to really define their relationship this was an absolute shit thing for him to do to her and to Maggie.

At that moment Maggie appeared fresh from the shower. Smile still beaming. Every thought of being stand up to Amelia left his mind. With Maggie in front of him nothing else existed.

"Once I firm up my plans I'll let you know. I'll give you a call later?"

Amelia replied, "Yeah sure. No problem. I'll be around. Congratulations again. Can’t wait to celebrate with you.”

Harry was thoroughly distracted by Maggie pulling her blonde curls up off of her face with his hair clip. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I look forward to it.” He disconnected.

Thankfully Harry didn't have to lie about who it was because a knock came at the door. It was the room service. Maggie nodded toward the bedroom and ducked back in. Hotel staff were mostly pretty discreet but why take chances?

After he signed for the food Maggie reappeared. Harry was sitting at the dining table and he motioned for her to come join him. She settled in the chair next to him. Her eyes went wide when she saw all the food. Suddenly her chair was moving. Harry pulled her closer so her chair was tipped out facing his. Maggie yelped in surprise. Then she laughed. She placed her bare leg across Harry's lap and he stroked her calf.

"So have you invited a small army over for breakfast?" She asked. There were eggs, pancakes, fruit, avocado toast and smoothies.

"I am ravenous." He chose his words carefully. After Sarah dropped the word starving last night things got awkward. He didn't want to venture into anything serious yet.

"Same." Maggie said unexpectedly. She was hungry for the first time in a long time. Normally she could block it all out. Maybe letting Harry in, opening up, maybe she was becoming more of herself again. "If those are oatmeal raspberry pancakes with real maple syrup on the side I am going to have at least my second orgasm this morning."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That is absolutely what they are. Please go on. I'll be here watching." Maggie shoved his arm playfully.

Harry chose eggs and avocado toast. He poured them coffee. Maggie seemed to be eating slowly and deliberately but she was eating and that made him feel better. She looked rested today. Her natural flush of pink across her cheeks was back. He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her face as she ate pancakes.

She looked at him quizzically, "What was that for?"

He shrugged. "I'm happy Mags. I'm really happy."

She smiled. "Do you have press today? I mean you won a friggin Grammy." She shrieked with excitement. Harry couldn't help but smile. Maybe it shouldn't have but it made him feel legit.

"No press. Nothing. I feel like last night was enough."

Maggie was jealous of how much of his life and his privacy Harry controlled. She understood it stemmed from not having much control at the beginning of his career. Maggie mostly tried to keep her love life out of the public eye but as America's sweetheart you had to do lots of press, lots of smiles and charming people. She loved her job but she didn't always love that part.

"Earth to Maggie. Where did you go?" She heard Harry ask her.

"I'm in my own world over here enjoying these pancakes."

"I'm going to shower. We can check out. Maybe find a nice way to spend the day." He suggested not sure what type of response he might get from her.

"I'm down." Maggie said before she could second guess it.

Harry got up. "Ok then. You are going to finish your pancakes and anything else on this table you want." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. When he left her she was reaching for the LA Times and pouring more coffee.

“Have you heard from Maggie?” Alex asked as she cut fruit up at the island of her kitchen. Children, dogs and cats zipped around her. They were having a ‘family’ dinner with their chosen family like they often did on Saturdays at Alex’s.

“I talked to her Tuesday maybe. I assumed she would be here today.” Liza said looking up from her phone.

“I shot her a text. I called her. Nothing. Not a word. Not sure if I should be worried or not?”

Perry and EJ were on the other side of the island arguing about how best to prepare the massive amount of chicken Alex insisted they cook.

“I haven’t talked to her either.” EJ offered. He talked to Maggie nearly every single day. Whether it be sharing a meme or sending each other some random observation but she was pretty quiet this week. “I don’t like that. Maybe I better go right now and check.”

Jamie entered the kitchen looking for a bottle opener. “What are you going to check ? Don’t think you are getting out of here. Those kids want a ride in your truck, they want to pet dogs and I want to drink wine and be left alone so.”

Uncle EJ was by far the kids favorite. Liza and EJ had no kids but were essentially just big kids themselves. It is why the kids always wanted to be at their house or doing some activity with them. A ‘family’ dinner without EJ was bound to be chaotic on the Moms.

“No one has really talked to Maggie and she isn’t here and she didn’t respond.” Liza offered.

“Fuck,” Jamie muttered to herself. She had to remind herself to thank Maggie for putting her in this position. “She’s ok. You don’t have to check on her. She has just been busy.”

Now the sole focus of the room was Jamie. Alex, Liza, EJ and Perry looked at her. The kids, dogs and cats had disappeared. You could hear a pin drop. It was so silent.

“And you know this because,” Liza waited for the answer.

Jamie poured a healthy glass of the rose in front of her. “I talked to her last night. She wanted my empanada recipe.” She didn’t offer any more than that.

“Why does there feel like more to that story James?” Alex pushed.

Jamie took another gulp of the wine. Maggie owed her big time. They were about to kill the messenger. “She called me from Harry’s phone. She dropped her phone the other day and was waiting on Shane to get her a new one. Anyway, they wanted to make empanadas last night. I guess he has been staying with her.”

The room went back to silent for a long moment.

“No. Fuck that guy. What is she doing?” Liza roared. “EJ, let’s go.”

EJ braced himself because this was about to be a fight. “Go where and do what exactly?”

“We are going to Maggie’s. She is not doing this.”

“I’ll come with you.” Alex said, washing her hands. “What is she thinking? She isn’t okay lately. You see her now and with him again after everything?”

Jamie understood the concern but this wasn’t going to help things with Maggie if they all showed up at her house. She wasn’t really sure how to say it but to say it. Before she even got to make a move Perry was speaking up.

He slammed the spatula down. “Stand down - both of you. Keep pushing like this and you are going to lose her. I do see her. You see her. She won’t talk about it. She is clearly unhappy and unhealthy. I don’t know what this is with him or why but I know you two are treading into dangerous waters if you do this.”

Perry never raised his voice. Perry never made a fuss. Liza never backed down from a fight but she was so stunned by her brother-in-law that she didn’t know what to say or do.

EJ couldn’t help but agree. “I don’t know the kid. I don’t like what he did to our girl but Perry isn’t wrong here. You are trying to get her to get help and to help herself with the whole weight thing. She has shut you down and shut you out. Do this now and you might really risk losing her. She is a grown woman. You have to let her make decisions on her own.”

“Oh do I? I have to let my sister slowly kill herself while they write articles about how her body is goals? I have to let my sister self-destruct by getting back with this guy who…”

Alex interrupted. “We know what happened between them. Let’s not rehash that here. Maggie certainly doesn’t want that to be a conversation for everyone.”

Liza grabbed a joint from her purse and headed for the yard. “Fuck Harry Styles.”

Alex grabbed Jamie’s wine. “I’ll drink to that.”

“What do you think about taking a drive to the desert? Do a little hiking tomorrow? Harry asked as he flipped through ideas on his ipad. “I mean who is going to see us in the desert?”

“Is it important to not be seen with me?” Maggie asked, looking over intently at him.

Harry shrugged without looking up and replied, “I assumed we didn’t want everyone in our business.”

“And by everyone do you mean the world at large or Amelia Mason?”

Now she had Harry’s attention. He put his ipad down and looked over to Maggie at the other end of the sofa. Her face was expressionless which terrified him.

She handed him her brand new phone that Shane, her assistant had so nicely delivered to her. “What is this?”

Amelia had been posting cheeky Watermelon photos since Sunday. The headline screamed, 'Harry Styles' Girlfriend Finds Clever Way to Celebrate Her Man's Grammy Win.'

Harry's face flushed pink. Maggie had already read the article. She looked at Amelia's Instagram. She had seen the photo of them hand in hand. The director was beautiful. Maggie knew Harry was starring in her next feature. She did not know Harry had a starring role in Amelia's romantic life.

"She is not my girlfriend. We have been seeing one another.” He admitted grudgingly.

"Is she somewhere waiting for you while you're here with me?" Maggie sat forward on the sofa. Harry got up and paced the living room a bit.

"She's in London. Her ex is working there and they have a joint custody situation with their kids."

"You live together with your not girlfriend?" Maggie asked. Her guts twisting. Her breathing was a little labored. She refused to cry. She would not cry.

"Only until her new place gets sorted." He explained. Harry looked flushed. A bead of sweat appeared over his brow. "Listen it isn't what it looks like. "

"Well that's original. We’ve never had this conversation before.”She laughed humorlessly.

“This isn’t like that. It isn’t.” Harry panicked. He could see the walls that had steadily been dropping being built back up in record time right before his eyes. “This is nothing like before.”

“You mean this isn’t like the time you got back together with Colette while claiming you only cared for me? Let’s be honest this sort of feels like that. Wait, I'm mincing my words. This feels exactly like that.”

“Please don’t just shut down on me. Please keep talking to me.” He begged.

“So tell me how this is different.”

2018

Maggie was exhausted. Palm Springs was so fun. She finally made it back to her front door at 6:00pm. When she got in she went straight to the fridge for a seltzer. That is where she saw the invite for the anniversary party. She remembered telling Harry he would probably be solo because she wouldn't be home until late.

She was tired but she missed Harry and his crew more. She looked at the clock and knew she could iron out a look and be ready in 30 minutes.

Forty five minutes later she was in the car. She thought about texting him and then she thought it could be fun to surprise him. Their texting had fallen off a bit while she was away. Maggie assumed he was locked up in the studio. She was having fun but also making great progress on a script that she loved.

By 8:30 Maggie was at the door. The greeter took her gift, handed her a champagne and pointed the way out to the party.

The happy couple had been married for ten years. They really outdid themselves for the event. Twinkling fairy lights, white tents, flowers. It was magic. Maggie stood on the patio taking it in. Maybe someday she would be celebrating ten years of a relationship.

"Maggie." Jenny, one half of the happy couple smiled.

"Happy Anniversary!" Maggie exclaimed. "This party is amazing. So beautiful and look at you.” She twirled Jenny around to get a good look at her dress.

"Nicer than our actual wedding. Well you know we were broke back then."She laughed. "Harry said you were out of town."

"I got in late but I missed him and all of you and well I didn't want to miss this. I figure I'll sleep when I'm dead, right?" She shrugged and sipped the tall glass of champs.

Jenny looked anxious suddenly. She quickly scanned the party. "Do you want to wait here and I'll see if I can find Harry for you?"

"No, no, go enjoy your party. I'm sure I'll find him. You don’t fret over me.”

Jenny nodded and made a beeline for her husband. Maggie put her champagne glass down. She started out toward the bar off the dance floor. Harry was usually pretty close to the center of all the fun and the dance floor looked like the place to be.

Maggie straightened her black wide leg, strapless pantsuit. Her hair had been pulled up in a high pony. Large emerald earrings adorned her ears. She kept it mostly simple so she could get out the door. Harry wasn't at the bar but he was on the dance floor.

There he was. Handsome in a white suit with a black tank. There he was dancing slowly and kissing the underwear model, his ex, Colette. She stood frozen. Her mind went blank and then 'RUN,' her brain screamed. Pick up your feet and run but she couldn't. She was planted. Maggie watched Tom approach the couple and whisper into Harry's ear. Harry looked up and locked eyes with Maggie.

Harry didn't know how exactly he ended up in bed with Colette last night. A few nights ago he had innocently walked her to hotel room and left her with a kiss on the cheek. Last night she texted him to find out what he was up to. The crew from the studio was headed to a dive bar to play pool. She invited herself along. It was fun. She said all the right things. He did all the wrong things. He still cared about Colette but he also cared about Maggie. Here he was on the dance floor with her. Kissing her like she was still his. Then Tom was in his ear, "Maggie is here. Maggie is right here."

He thought he might vomit and shit himself. Harry looked up and directly into the ocean blue eyes of Maggie. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and then it moved at the speed of lightning.

Maggie didn't make a scene. She quietly walked back the way she came. She had to get out of there. Her hands were trembling. Her stomach was absolutely sick. She pulled her phone out and texted the driver begging him to come back. Before she reached the door to the house Harry caught up to her.

"Maggie." He said, keeping his voice low.

She turned to him. Oddly enough she had a smile on her face. Public Maggie. She was not going to be embarrassed any more than she already was by Harry.

"I'm so sorry. Please can we talk?" Harry pleaded. He had to make this right. He couldn't just let her leave. She had to understand. Understand what? He couldn't even understand.

"I've seen enough. I don't need it explained to me." She kept her voice low and casual. He put his hand on her arm. Her smile only amped up. "Don't, just don't touch me. Tell our hosts good night for me." To anyone close it looked like a perfectly normal conversation.

Maggie turned and walked out. She kept moving until she made it to the safety of the car. She thanked the driver profusely and promised him an enormous tip for his trouble.

Mitch was at the bar. He had seen what transpired. "Are you going after her?" He nodded in the direction of Maggie.

Harry threw his hands up. "I have royally fucked this up."

"No shit. So what are you waiting for? Go get Maggie." Mitch gestured towards the door.

"Fuck. I don't know." Harry groaned.

"What do you mean you don't know? You know. We all know." He narrowed his eyes at his friend. Harry surely couldn't be this clueless.

"Clearly I don't know or I wouldn't have done that." He made eyes toward Colette.

"Fuck." Mitch shook his head. "Sometimes you are so dense."

"You aren't really helping here mate."

"Not sure I can help anymore mate. Go try to fix it or you are going to regret it. That I do know."

After seeing his Maggie he knew he didn't want to go backwards with Colette. He wanted a future with Maggie.

Harry knew he had to talk to her. He had to try to make things right. He walked away from the bar.

Colette approached. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really. The woman I've been seeing showed up. I'm sorry. It was a dick move to you both. I should have told you. Last night shouldn't have happened."

"I'm not single, Harry. I just, I missed you and I was so far away from him and you were so close. We agreed to be friends, remember?"

He was a little stunned. "The kind of friends who sleep together? You aren't trying to get back together?"

"No I'm not. Stop being such a child. We are grown ups."

Harry knew at that moment what an absolute asshole he was. He turned his entire life upside down in 24 hours only to hear this bullshit. He knew better and he did it anyway. Was he following his dick or his heart? He would be damned if he knew.

Harry kissed Colette’s cheek. This was the end. The real end. No more friends. No more texting. No more Colette. Why did it always take him blowing up his life to figure out what he wanted?

The valet was backed up and he ran 1/2 a mile in a Gucci suit to the field where they were parking cars.

He had to get to Maggie. He had to make things right. His heart was racing.

Maggie had made it home. She immediately stripped out of her party clothes and put on her workout clothes. She was so sad. She was so angry. She needed to burn some energy. She needed to feel pain other than the one lodged in her chest. She put her ear buds in, clicked on some Rage Against the Machine and sat on her rower. She began to pull. The resistance was higher than she remembered. She pulled harder. It didn't take long for rivulets of sweat to roll down her neck.

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate her. She didn't know anything about her except what Harry told her. The breakup had fucked him up. It was a big reason she tried to stay emotionally distant from Harry. She knew she had to be the rebound, right? It didn't make it any less painful.

What a silly girl she was. I am the rebound. Here I am ready to tell him I’m falling and he is fucking the girl he actually loves.

He could have told me. He could have been honest. This was much worse. How long had he been going back and forth? Maggie and Harry were always together. Did he wait until she left town and then called up the ex? Had Maggie done something ? Was there something wrong with her physically?

She pulled harder and faster on the rower. Her forearms and calves were on fire. She welcomed the pain. She needed the pain.

Harry used the garage keycode to let himself in. He knocked at the door but then he swore he heard the woosh of the rower coming from the deck. He walked around the side. There she was slick with sweat pulling hard and fast on the rower. It was always mesmerizing to see her doing this.

It took Maggie a minute to realize someone was there. She looked up at him with fire in her eyes. Harry knew he deserved to burn. She stopped her rowing abruptly and took out the ear buds.

"No. You don't belong here." She said standing up but not approaching him. Her legs shook from exertion and nerves.

"I'm sorry I let myself in but give me a chance to explain, to apologize. We need to talk." He said desperately.

"No we don't. We could have talked before this. You could have been honest with me. Instead you chose this. I thought at the very least we were friends. That was a fucked up thing to do to your friend."

"We are friends. It all happened so fast. She was just suddenly here."

"Did you fuck her?" She asked looking him directly in the eyes now.

Harry was unable to meet her stare. "Yes." After a beat he looked up into Maggie's stoic face, "Things have always been so complicated with her. I'm not with her though Maggie. I don’t want to be with her. I want to be with you."

Maggie’s already fragile heart shattered into a million pieces. She was going to that party to hand her heart to Harry. All she wanted was to hear that he wanted her. It was all she had wanted for days. She wanted to be his. It was all ruined now. She would never be able to look at Harry without seeing him kissing her on the dance floor. Without thinking of him fucking her.

"Well let me uncomplicate things for you. I don't want to be with you, Harry. I'm all set. I have had my fill of Harry Styles now. I don't need anything more from you."

"Maggie, I ..." He stammered. Harry attempted to move in closer to her.

She cut him off and moved back. "You say we’re friends, right? If you care about me like you claim then leave the same way you came in."

Maggie radiated hurt and anger. Harry could barely stand to look her in the face. He was the bad guy here. Now he was also a coward because he had no fight left in him. He did what she asked and left.

Once she heard the garage door close Maggie folded in on herself. The pain was crushing her. Her heart hurt so much she almost couldn't stand it. Tears threatened as she opened her mouth to let out a scream that never came. Finally, Maggie climbed back onto the rower. She needed to hurt. She needed to exhaust herself. She put her ear buds back in as RATM howled angrily. She was going to fucking row her arms off if she had to. Whatever would stop this feeling. Fuck Harry Styles.

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queerfables · 8 months

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I have this thought that's simmering in the back of my head, and there's some evidence for it, but I simply can't take myself seriously on it, because the idea hits my favourite tropes way too perfectly. I'm, like, 90% sure I should admit to myself that what I actually want is to write fic about this and skip the meta entirely. But apparently this is how I process things these days, so you get my wild projections masquerading as analysis first, and maybe if you're lucky some kind of story later.

So, Nina's partner, Lindsay. Not so much a person as an analogy, right? The consensus is that this relationship is a stand in for Aziraphale's relationship with Heaven, making Heaven the toxic partner holding Aziraphale back from finding real happiness. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like we've taken that assumption and worked backwards from it to prove that Nina is really Aziraphale's mirror and Maggie is really Crowley's.

Look, I realise that drawing the line from Nina to Crowley and Maggie to Aziraphale feels obnoxiously obvious. There are superficial similarities, but does it go any deeper than their general demeanour? When we look at how Nina describes Crowley and Aziraphale - the hard-bitten one who doesn't trust, the soft one who still believes in goodness - I think there's honestly a solid argument to be made that both descriptions could apply to either one of them. I don't think that's conclusive. The thing that's really giving me pause is that Crowley's car and Nina's shop both play Queen. It seems like such a clear signal that they're foils. There's also the fact that the partition around her shop has a very snake-like pattern embedded in it, quite similar in shape to Crowley's tattoo (a detail that pairs nicely with the apple-tree motif on the French restaurant next door).

If Nina is Crowley's mirror, does that mean that Crowley is the one trapped in a toxic relationship? And here's the part where I absolutely cannot trust my brain to give me sensible feedback, because the little gremlin who lives there immediately shuts off all higher functions at the first hint a character might be unwillingly beholden to a nefarious outside force. Especially if they are keeping it a secret.

Could Crowley have been blackmailed or coerced into working for Hell again, despite nominally being estranged from it? I literally could not tell you, because my brain is too busy yelling yes yes yes please oh my god yes. I just love the idea way too much to be rational about it.

I won't insult anyone by labeling this next section "supporting evidence", but here are some ways I think it could fit into canon as it's been established:

In light of my recent meta on how to think about Good Omen's twists, I've been ruminating on some of the big questions I have about season 2. And one of the ones that keeps jostling for my attention is, why are Crowley and Aziraphale not together yet? I don't mean that flippantly, what I mean is - I believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are both aware of the way they feel about each other, and have been for some time. If that's true, what's keeping them apart? Obviously there are quite a few potential answers to this, including the possibility that I'm wrong and they're not both consciously aware of their feelings for each other. But it's an idea I find compelling. They're not together because they're not free yet. And not just in a hypothetical looming threat kind of way.

When Beelzebub summons Crowley in 2x01, Crowley says "I thought we had a generalised understanding." Beelzebub replies, "We don't. You're still a traitor," and then goes on to threaten him with a bounty. The obvious implication is that the understanding they don't have is from the end of season one, that Hell will leave Crowley and Aziraphale alone. But what if it's a different kind of understanding? What if the subtext of Beelzebub's offer for whatever he wants is that he can have enough power to be free of whatever nasty little job he's supposed to be doing on the sly? (Not enough to break free of Hell entirely, though. Never enough for that.)

On the other hand, Crowley doesn't recognise Beelzebub's new face, but they must have been wearing it for a while given all their meetings with Gabriel. Is Crowley bound to the one demon higher than Beelzebub, then? Sorry, the gleeful brain gremlin is the only one available to take questions on this. It sure would be sexy, though, if both the power difference and the secrecy involved were as extreme as possible.

This is a weird little detail that probably doesn't mean anything, but when Aziraphale gets back from Edinburgh, it's early in the morning the day of the ball. The streets are mostly empty and Nina is just arriving for work. Aziraphale helps Crowley put the plants back in the Bentley, and at some point after this, Crowley takes the car and leaves. He must do, because we see him come back. Where did he go? He can't have been gone more than a couple of hours at most, because he arrives back in time to follow Aziraphale around convincing everyone to attend his ball. Okay, fine, maybe Crowley just needed to get away, relax somewhere there's no amnesiac archangel breathing down his neck. But the timeline is so short it seems like a strange detail. It makes me think that Crowley might actually have been hiding something, here. I don't know that this theory is the most likely explanation, but it sure could be an explanation.

And finally, for maximum angst potential, imagine Aziraphale finding out that after everything Crowley said about how toxic Heaven and Hell are, after all the grief he gave Aziraphale for returning to Heaven, that Crowley had been secretly working for Hell all along? WOOF.

#good omens #i am so sorry that there are some genuinely interesting meta details hidden in this self indulgent trash fire #by rights they should belong to something more sensible #but this is the meta we have #fable talks good omens #it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late and i'm posting this without reading it over again if i've left any sentences hanging no i didn't

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Goldy, this is coming from a place of respect, so please hear me out.

First of all, let us replace the word "victim" with "survivor." I think we can all agree that this is an appropriate word choice for Jimin.

And yes, Jimin is a survivor of harassment, stalking, homophobic slurs, death threats, misogyny, etc. And yes, he has more than once, indicated he feels safe with JK and depends on JK to protect him.

But JK hasn't done such a great job of protecting Jimin from any of this so far, has he?

What do I expect him to do, you ask? Exactly my point. How do people envision the muscle bunny will protect Jimin in the MS?

I get the idea that people are picturing Jimin surrounded by a group of homophobic assholes and JK fighting them off, one by one. But in this scenario, obviously Jimin would fight side-by-side with JK, and not just wilt in a corner. This is Jimin, right?

But we know it's much more likely that any threat (see the list above) will be much more insidious. JK may be brawnier than Jimin is, but is he cleverer? They aren't going to a deserted island, after all. Does JK have a better understanding of human relations, law, psychology, etc.? I mean, who is the Slytherin here?

And who is THE survivor? (Again, see list above.)

I'm sure there will be times when JK's courage and strength will help support Jimin in the months ahead. But there will be just as many times--perhaps more--when Jimin's courage and strength will help JK.

If people are going to make them a team/couple, can we please just make them an EQUAL one?

I want to be goofy and belt out I'm ah survivor I'm not gon give up, imma suhvaaavv keep on suhvaaavin

This is the point my teacher yells at me to walk out the classroom 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Survivor is woke- describing Jimin as a Survivor is both powerful and optimistic however I'm uncomfortable with it especially since I feel he's still surviving these mofos every single day.

Also, I understand your pov however I do think there is such a thing as overly idealistic.

Here's a few of my recent posts- in case my numerous posts went over heads- talking about individualizing Jimin, holding him to the same expectations we have of Jungkook, how he's equally supposed to be protecting Jungkook as JK should be protecting him and that it shouldn't be one sided.

So I think you preaching to the choir.

However, what we are talking about is a little bit deeper than that. More nuanced than that.

When we are talking about things Jimin, "survives" in this shit hole of a Fandom, I do not think it is in any way comparable to or EQUAL to that of his couple mate as you put it.

And that's just because they are disproportionately affected by certain things, Homophobia for one. While Jungkook may occasionally have misogynistic slurs hurled at him for "behaving feminine" Jimin is the one who is constantly being berated just because of his androgynous appearance- which he cannot help.

Yes they are partners, and equal if not we wouldn't insist on calling them a power couple, however it's just one of them that gets slutshamed and treated as if slut is his second name.

And just because we express worry over the things that affect one more than the other don't mean we are victimzing that person. I think people who keep spewing that narrative have lost it fr.

For instance, while they are equal, certainly we cannot say they received the same commercial support from their company or Fandom. Saying that does not take away the fact Jungkook is equally oppressed out in these streets.

On the topic of protection, I honestly don't think your assumptions about how JM is being perceived as being protected by Jk is accurate or what at all we mean when we talk about that we are happy they are enlisting together- does it make our shipper hearts glee? Absolutely. Do we want to dance on Graves? Oh honey yesssssssssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzah.

But do we think Jungkook is going to be his personal body guard in there swatting off homophobic flies- now ma'am. Let's be real. Jungkook is also a gay man. What makes you think we think Jimin will be receiving blows after bliw while JK goes unscathed- i mean God forbid it happens- but If Jungkook is queer doesn't it stand to reason we should be and are equally worried for him? Because he is not exempt from the scathing heats of homophobia?

However he's also not the one receiving death threats and threats to out him to the military now is he?

I think I- we- are well within our rights to express concerns about these matters. And I think objectively that is not victimizing Jimin. But to each their own.

If you've ever experienced homophobic violence, or "survived" anything in your life you'd understand how scary these things are.

Also when we speak of protection- I don't think it's necessary to swing the pendulum that far off. There's safety in numbers is all we are saying and I think that's objectively accurate too. Jungkook or whomever don't need to physically carry his frying pan around to protect Jimin or for Jimin to protect him.

I think every female in here can attest to the fact merely sharing your location or letting your uber driver know someone is waiting for you on the other end and will come looking for you if anything happens to you makes us feel safe and protected in certain situations.

I know a couple who liked to leave the stereo on to create the impression people were home to deter theives from breaking in when they were away.

Protection can be as psychological as is physical. Honestly you are giving male privilege if you can't relate to these things. Or if all you think about when we mention Protection is physical exertion of force or violence.

Jikook can be eachother's support blah blah blah in there or not- the point is it puts our minds at ease knowing Jimin is not going to be alone in there.

And I know you are not about to ask me why my concerns are for Jimin and not Jk- no. It's not because I think he can't defend himself. A. He's my bias and he gets emotional priority in certain situations. B. As I said, he receives the most homophobic/misogynistic attacks c. It's my page and I can do whatever I want.

And I think I speak for Mama Park and Mama Jeon when I say that we are happy Jimin will not be alone- he has family with him.

We are women. Our maternal instincts will always be to protect our babies 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

That said, Park Jimin I am not your mama I will fuck you given the chance. Be warned accordingly.

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But what if Chris just breaks? He just sobs over Buck's body, and no one knows what to do?

And a nurse whispers to Eddie, "Is that his son?"

And Eddie just nods. Because, yes, that is Buck's son. The Diaz boys are his found family, and it's in that moment that Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck just might run a little deeper than friendship.

I think he'll have discussions with various people about this feeling. Not necessarily saying that it's Buck, but he'll definitely want opinions.

Maybe that leads to these "dates."

Also, remember in Season 2 when that girl got her head stuck in the tailpipe and all the girls thought Buck and Eddie were hot?

Eddie said that they weren't his type. Honestly, I get it. They were clearly way too immature for him, but also, he could have said, "sorry, I'm married."

But he didn't.

And sure, maybe he didn't want people to know, but it would definitely be a valid excuse.

Also, Eddie mentions in one episode (it's late, and I can't remember when, lol) something about how he wasn't ready to get married or have a kid. He was in the military, and we don't know for how long, but I can totally see Eddie's dad saying that you marry someone if they get pregnant. Period.

We've heard references from Eddie that his dad was always saying things like, "Man up!" Or "don't be too soft."

A kid living with this his entire life would naturally want a job where he would both 1, seem manly and tough, and 2, create a safe distance between them. His dad wasn't around much so in Eddie's mind, being a "man" means having a wife, having kids, owning a house, and ultimately working your life away for those things.

I can't imagine how scared little Eddie might have felt knowing he was attracted to both men and women. Knowing he actually enjoyed cooking. Playing video games. Watching Soap Operas.

All of those things he does now.

And isn't it odd we barely saw Eddie kiss Shannon or Ana? He didn't even kiss Shannon or hold her when she died. He was upset, absolutely. I do believe he loved her. But he wasn't in love with her. He tries to make it work for Chris and the potential new baby.

Then there's Buck.

Who I honestly believe is Pansexual. Falling for the person is so Buck it's unreal. Notice he doesn't really approach Taylor in a flirtatious way until he believes she withheld the information about Bobby. As soon as he realized it wasn't her choice and she would have ran it, he shuts down pretty quick.

He clearly finds Eddie attractive. He basically said so when Maddie thought Chimney was cute, and Buck assumed she meant Eddie.

Then there's also that poker night with Maddie, Josh, Chimney, and Buck. Josh mentions that he thought Maddie was trying to set him up with Buck. Buck never says anything to have us believe that he wouldn't date a man. And Josh is an out gay man. Gay men know... they just do.

There's the situation where Buck loses Chris during the tsunami, and he's so upset. Not just because he lost Chris but also because he fears that Eddie will hate him. Buck calls Maddie absolutely devastated because he can't tell Eddie that he failed. And I think that this is an important moment becausee Buck has done things to upset multiple people, and he has never been afraid of the consequences. Only when it comes to Eddie does he panic.

I honestly don't know where I was going with this but in all seriousness, if they weren't always going for Buddie to happen in canon, they've been making some really crazy decisions when writing and filming. Like, I've watched a lot of shows that have close guy friends and their relationship dynamic is just completely fucking different than what 911 is doing.

So, take your own advice 911 writers, and man the hell up!

Give us Buddie or stop writing a fanfic slowburn. Your stan is showing.

#i don't know where i'm going with this #but here have some thoughts #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911onfox #911 fandom #911 buddie #evan buckley #911 fox #911 speculation #buddie #eddie diaz

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@oh-surprise-its-me

Yes, I wrote on a bus during all the unholy hours my ass had been sitting there, but it's not checked enough to go on ao3, I'll check and fix it (and expand it) when I'm back.

But, the accident. And a bit of the aftermath.

Summary: Ice calls goose I'm the aftermath of the worst accident ever.

(The accident is foreshadowing what will happen again. With a very different outcome)

When Goose arrived at the base hospital, Slider is still in surgery. Iceman looks pale. No, scratch that. He's ghostly white, drenched. He didn't even get out of his flight suit.

He looked ready to throw up, and something told Goose it wouldn't be the first time.

"I'm here." He said, his voice soft, a whisper as he stepped closer to Iceman as he brushed his fingers on his hunched shoulders. "Ice, I'm here."

"Gone." Ice muttered, it sounds choked, barely human. "He's gone, goose. He's gone."

Goose frowned, his hand hovering by his shoulders. What the hell? No, Slider was in surgery, not gone. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ice stopped him. Ice looked up, eyes red, and glassy, tear streaks down his cheeks, and a bruise on the side of his face, he tries not to move his left shoulder too much either.

"Got us out of the water. In the chopper. Gone." His words are fragmented, and suddenly Goose understood.

"Fuck." He breathed out, slowly. He sat down next to Iceman and held his head in his hands, pulling at his hair. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He's gonna be alright."

Because let's be honest, what else could he say at this point? Ice just told him that one of his closest friends died.

"Fucking hell. How?"

It takes Goose almost 30 minutes before actually asking. It takes at least one more hour before Ice can force words out of his mouth.

"Dunno... our Cat went down in flames. There was smoke and heat everywhere, I-- I dunno. I couldn't reach ejection, Ron pulled it for me."

Goose sucked in a breath. Damn, he knew how loyal Slider was, he flew with him before, when Slider trained as a pilot and Goose was his Rio. They didn't work out, Slider wasn't cut to be a pilot, Slider was dangerous and unpredictable.

Goose felt like a hypocrite, flying with Maverick, but they didn't know Maverick. (Mav was everything Slider had been at his age. The one big difference was that Goose was older now. It wasn't Slider's fault like he had painted at the time. And maybe he missed the chance to tell him so.)

Slider was loyal to a fault.

"Too much smoke, you know? I think I was losing consciousness. Next thing I know, I'm in the air, and I see Ronnie's chute a little further from me. But he's hanging there like a broken doll."

Once Iceman started, he could not stop anymore. Goose could see his eyes becoming distant, lost in the midst of what happened barely hours before.

"We're in the water. He doesn't move. I swim over to him. I held him, you know? The way I hold him all the time."

Goose knew what he means, he saw the way they held in each other.

"He was in my arms. There was blood all over his face, in the water, and his helmet cracked. He hit the canopy, somehow. Because--" Ice's breath itched in his throat and goose wanted to reach out and hold him. It's not his job--

"Cause he got me out first, and he wasted time."

"He saved you. It's not a waste of time."

"He got me out and wasted the momentum to eject himself safely." He repeated, his voice low and choked.

Goose closed his eyes and prayed not to hear anything else. He knows, he can guess what's about to come, and he's not sure he could take it. but Iceman needed to get it out.

Iceman pressed his fingers on his neck, Slider's head was reclined against his shoulder, and the chopper can't get to them fast enough. Ice's fingers dig into the skin and feel-- nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Silence.

He pressed deeper, it would leave a bruise, maybe, but he needed to hear it, the soft thumping under his--

It's not there. No gentle thud.

Silence.

There's no warm exhale against his cheek when Ron breathed. because there was no breath left in his body.

"Let me take him."

No. No, no-- he doesn't want to let go.

"Sir, let me take him."

He wants his Ron back. He needs him back. Ron's gone because he was such a poor excuse of a pilot and couldn't even elect himself.

"I need you to let him go, sir. We can't lift him if you hold him like that."

He let go just a tiny little bit, and they lift Ron's broken body away from him.

Gone. His Ronnie is--

He throws up in the water.

When he finally is lifted out of the water and into the chopper too, they have cut open his flightsuit. They're pushing down his chest with so much strength that he's sure he will bruise and even break something.

Who cared, after all? Ron was gone anyway.

They force air into his lungs.

Tom never saw him lay so still in all the years he had known Ron. He did see him in a hospital bed his fair share of times because apparently living outside a home for a couple of months and still going to school like nothing happened, can easily end up with a nasty cold and persistent cough. And that could easily turn into pneumonia. And Tom would wake up in the dead of the night to Ron wheezing in ways he was not supposed to.

But this was different. Ron was unnaturally still. Or moving, that depended on how Tom would see things.

He was gone.

He was dead.

He was dead under their expert hands as they tried to get him back. As they worked so hard, so fucking hard for his heart to beat again. Tom swears that if Ron died, so would he. He couldn't imagine a life where Ron is not right beside him. He would never be able to fly, ever again.

It doesn't look like a good rhythm when the monitor shows a tiny change, but it's a rhythm nevertheless. Well, kind of.

"They said so many things. Things I don't understand. Things I forgot. All I know was that his heart stopped. He wasn't breathing, even as we arrived here, he wasn't. And his skull was fractured."

Goose felt sick. Iceman wasn't even blinking anymore, he realized, he was staring blankly, unemotional.

Ice cold.

Slider survived.

He remained in a coma for an unholy time, Ice remained right at his side. He pleaded.

He prayed.

Goose never saw him pray. Goose didn't even know he was religious.

Ice himself didn't know who he was praying to. He just was praying.

Goose took out the small cross he always carried around his neck, the one his mother gave him, he gave it to Ice without a word. He had the one Carole gave him. Right now, Ice needed it more.

"Slider! How are you doing man? I thought you wanted to be a pilot. What happened?"

Goose was smiling, goose was, maybe, just a bit intoxicated, not too much just a little.

Slider's smile was strained, he tried to sound casual, he tried not to say that Goose knew exactly what the fuck happened. Still, he smiled.

"So, flying with the Iceman, mh?"

"It's Mr. Iceman to you."

Ice was, perhaps, a little intoxicated too, if the way he leaned on Ron's shoulders said anything. But Goose knew a different reason for him leaning so close, a very different reason why Ice's fingers carded through his hair on the back of his head.

Goose knew there was a scar there, where his head cracked open.

Goose knew Slider was a miracle in two feet.

It was a miracle he survived. (He almost didn't.)

It was a miracle he woke up.

It was a miracle he recovered to the point he was allowed back into an F-14.

Ron was a miracle himself, Goose is not sure how, but he's so damn happy it went this way.

Goose knew he waited one instant too long.

Goose knows that is the last thing he will ever know. but he sees Mav, and Mav is safe.

Suddenly, he understood Slider.

That's the last thing he knows.

The papers felt heavy in Mav's hands as his eyes scanned through them thoughtfully.

For a moment, he thought Tom mistakenly gave him Goose's medical papers. Everything, well, most of it, matches terrifyingly. The injury, injuries, multiple. The accident. His head struck the canopy. There's a small, black-and-white picture of a cracked helmet, Tom had the decency to remove every other picture describing the injuries. (Tom removed more than just a few pictures. He squeezed a piece of paper in his hand so much that he almost tears it. Maverick doesn't need to know.)

Mav is still half convinced he's reading the report from goos--- Roland Yaakov Kerner. "Slider".

"If you want to go to Texas now--"

"No... they need time alone. They deserve it." A beat, Tom inhales sharply, his hands still shaking. "Don't talk about that. To no one. Chris must never know. Deal?"

Mav nods.

"Deal."