#Stupid AUTUMN heat wave!

[adventuretolkienlover]

I wanted to be productive today. But it's HOT. And I'm tired. And I also have executive dysfunction, so that nice. 🙂🤣

[elysianightsss]

He laughed so bostrously, lips closing around his cigar while he did so, blue eyes not leaving yours as you got out your keys ready to enter your house, white picket fencing the only thing separating the two of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled his way, ecstatic with the compliment. You’d only been driving a little while so to hear how good he thought you were at parking made your chest swell with pride.

“John Price.” He spoke again coming closer this time, blowing the smoke from his mouth, head turned so as not to blow it in your direction. You gulped watched a single bead of sweat roll down the skin of his thick neck.

You have to blink yourself back to the present as he’s extending his hand to you over your side of the fence, only coming up to your waist.

You grabbed his hand, a little suprised with how hot it was, slightly sweaty too. You told him your name in return, cheeks flushing slightly, more than they already were from the heat of the day when he hummed approvingly repeating it like he’s testing it out so he can use it more often.

“God it’s hot today ain’t it.” The question was obviously rhetorical as the sun was beating down on the both of you as you spoke. It was so far what they called ‘the hottest day of the year’ and this time the weather girl wasn’t lying. You’d had to put sun cream on before you left the office because of how hot it was.

Thank goodness your office building had air conditioning because you don’t know how you would have survived otherwise. As soon as you walked out the hot air was choking and the sun’s heat was awful after being in the nice cold all day.

“It’s better than it raining though.” John spoke again almost trying to fill the gap where he thought you may have commented.

“I don’t know, I kinda like the rain and the cold. It’s nice when you get to have the fire going and cuddling up on the sofa with an old movie or book, maybe some hot cocoa-“ you began to ramble on all the things you like about autumn and winter. All the while John is watching with a smile on his face, picturing doing all those things with you.

He’s more distracted than you are that there’s an awkward pause when you stop rambling, he’s still in a trance while you stand there biting your lip nervously as he simply stares at you.

“Doing some gardening?” You try to break the silence to which he slightly jumps, eyes regaining their focus on you.

“Yeah, thought I’d do the front of the house up a bit, make it look somewhat presentable.” He chuckled looking back at his handy work, it didn’t look half bad. The lawn was mowed and he had started to plant some seeds by the looks of it.

“Looks a lot better than my dump, I never have time for it.” You say with a laugh, glancing over your shoulder at the overgrown grass and dying flowers you’d planted last spring to try and making the place look better. Fail.

“You work a lot huh? I see you coming and going most days. Barely ever home.” He tilts his head, arms folded over his chest bringing his cigar up to his mouth once more.

“I only get weekends off, and they’re really the only time I spend at home if you don’t count coming home to sleep at night.” You sigh thinking about how hard you had worked today, always taking on problems that maybe you should let others handle but then you wouldn’t be paid as much as you get.

“I’m glad I’m retired, but I must admit it’s rather boring.” He inhaled the smoke, a thinking look clear on his rugged face.

“You don’t look old enough to be retired.” You comment, not meaning to say it out loud. Your eyes widening once you realise you have.

“I’ll take that as a compliment love.” He laughs, the corners of his eyes creasing when he does. His thick beard surrounding the way his lips curve up in smile. Your face burns and you definitely look like a tomato right now.

“I best go inside and shower off today.” You smile at him with a small wave before turning on your heal and heading inside. You slump against the front door cursing yourself. “Stupid stupid stupid.” Heading upstairs you do exactly what you said you would, shower.

That’s why you don’t hear the lawnmower turn on again, that’s why you don’t notice it’s right outside your house, that’s why you don’t notice that John Price is mowing your lawn as you scrub your white loofa over your legs. But when you’re done and you look out your bedroom window, your heart stops.

Your handsome neighbour, is cutting your grass in the hot sun, without a shirt on. He spots you staring a sends a wink your way…..that man will be the death of you.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Pinky Promise

Short little piece for Day 1 of @erisweekofficial: Bonds/Bargins

Summary: It was a stupid deal, promising Eris you would marry him. And now, what happens when you have no intention of following through with it. 

Warnings: Sick Reader, unedited

WC: 1.7k

divider by the lovely @tsunami-of-tears

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” Eris said the words with such conviction but kept his tone light. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Is that so?” You picked at a loose thread on your skirt, suddenly unable to make eye contact with the autumn court heir. 

“Yep.” He popped the p and leaned back in his chair. “No one else would be able to keep up with me.”

”You’ll be high lord one day, you could do far better than me.” 

Eris snorted and rolled his eyes. 

‘I could do far worse.”

”You really know how to flatter a girl, Eris.” You let out a heavy sigh. 

“Here, if neither of us have found anyone by the time you become high lord, then we’ll get married.”

 “Really?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter.

 “Really.”

 “It’s a deal then.” You felt it then. The words branding themselves onto the back of your neck. Your hand went up to trace the newly marked skin, the raised fern shaped bump. 

It was silly. Rushed words from childhood that you didn’t take seriously at the time. Your hand still traced over the skin, no longer feeling the texture of it. Just enough to bring you comfort. To know that Eris was your friend. 

Eris had turned down every match his father had tried. Always managing to find some fault with them, no matter how much trouble it got him in. You stopped the glimmer of hope every time that it was because he was holding out for you. Holding out for the bargain, the one you had no intentions of going through with.

You woke up a little later than you intended, the sun already streaking through the window. When you stood up, your muscles seemed to scream in protest, a small throbbing behind your temples started as you got dressed for the day. 

You sighed as you walked into the bathroom attached to your room, the room you had been given when you were appointed as Eris’ second in court, and started searching for the tonic to get rid of this headache. The day was going to be filled with meetings and dealing with the rest of his court was headache inducing enough. It didn’t take long for the pain to recede, not gone but enough to fade into the background as you headed towards eris’ office.

Eris was absolutely glowing with the power of a new high lord. He wore it well. The amplification of his already impressive abilities. He was heartbreakingly handsome before, but now, just being in the same room with him was enough to bring heat to your cheeks. 

“There she is.” Eris says as you walk into the room, his advisors sitting around the table. The spot next to him is empty, reserved for you. 

“I’m sorry for being late. I had an issue I had to deal with.” You felt all eyes in the room as you walked over to Eris. “You could have started without me.” You looked at Eris as you sat down, he waved off your words. 

“No we couldn’t. I trust your opinions on this stuff.” He squeezed your hand that was on the table and you shoved down the butterflies that rose in your stomach at the simple touch. 

“Now, last time we talked, we were discussing how to improve the schools that have been severely lacking since the war.” 

The late morning bled into the afternoon and there had been minimal arguments. A small miracle with the over opinionated circle Eris was still trying to navigate around. The older ones were still adjusting to be able to speak out and be heard. Eris handled every issue as well as he could have and you found yourself smiling at your friend as he truly stepped into his role as High Lord. 

“If you’ll allow me to make one last point. I would like to remind the high lord of the conversation we had a few days ago.” Eris just sighed at the words. Your eyes flicked to Eris, who seemed suddenly very annoyed. 

“I have several daughters that are of age and would be honored to be considered by the high lord.”

“I told you where I stand on the issue.” Eris cut him off, voice tight. You wanted to sink into the floor. There was no subtlety in the words the lord was speaking. He was offering his daughters for Eris to marry. 

“The court needs a lady.”

“I have one.” he didn’t hesitate to say the words, turning to you. You felt the gaze on everyone in the room. “I believe someone made me a promise.” He smiled at you, one you couldn’t return. 

“Eris. Be serious.” You muttered to him, turning away from the rest of the advisors. 

“I am.” He turned to face the man. “And that is all I will hear of this subject.” The older man had enough sense to nod at Eris’ words, looking slightly crestfallen. “You’re all dismissed for the day.” 

Slowly the other filed out of the room, leaving you and Eris alone. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. 

“You didn’t have to do that, Eris.” YOu said, leaning back in your chair. The headache from earlier was coming back with a vengeance. 

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was simply making them aware that I’m spoken for.”

“But you’re not.” You tried to stop your voice from raising but you were getting more and more frustrated with this conversation. 

Eris just looked at you as if he was confused by your words. 

“I thought-”

“You didn’t think at all, Eris. You didn’t think for a second about me in this and just told your entire court that you’re marrying me.” The words spoken through your teeth, the pain in your head becoming unbearable. You rose to your feet, hand on the table as you tried to get your bearings. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Your tongue felt like it had turned to sandpaper. The words heavy and mumbled. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to lay down and sleep off this gross feeling. 

You made it to the end of your hallway before it fully hit you.

The room around you was starting to tilt, your head feeling fuzzy like you had too much wine. You tried to keep yourself upright but your legs might as well have been jelly for the way they were shaking. Reaching out a hand, you blindly felt for the rough textured wallpaper and sat yourself down before you could fall flat on your face. The world seemed to right itself slightly as you tucked your head between your knees and took a deep breath. The movement rattled your chest and made every muscle in your body ache in protest. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you felt a hand shake your shoulder. One of the handmaid's faces came into focus in front of you. Her words seemed to be traveling too slow for them to reach your ears. You could only look at her with a blank look on your face before closing your eyes again. The pain had only been building and now it felt like your whole body was pulsing with this strange sickness. 

When you finally came to again, you were startled to feel soft velvet under your hands. A blanket had been thrown over you but the thin layer of sweat on your body had you kicking it off immediately. The motion seemed to remind your body what got you into this position. The light making tears spring in your eyes. 

“Thank the mother. You had me scared.” Eris’ voice made your head throb. You groaned, heads going to your temples. You flinched slightly at the contact, even your own touch sending waves of discomfort through you.

“Dove, what happened?” 

You could only shake your head. Forcing your eyes to look at Eris. He reached out to grab your hand and a small gasp left him. You saw it then, the pretty mark on your wrist that was now darker in color, leaking dark lines up your arm. 

“You’re breaking the bargain.” He dropped your arm like he was afraid the mark would transfer to him. 

“I have to.” You crooked out, clearing your throat you repeated the words, louder this time. 

“No. I refuse to accept this.” His voice had risen in pitch slightly, panic leaching into his words. 

“You would rather die than be with me?”

“I’m not having this conversation, Eris.” You cursed the weakness in your voice. 

“No, you have it very clear we aren’t.” He ran his hands through his hair, placing his hands over his eyes. His chest rose as he took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. “Is being married to me that bad?” 

The hurt in his voice was worse than any of the pain in your body. 

“I won’t make you marry me because of some stupid joke you made over a hundred years ago.” 

A silence filled the room after your words you wanted to curl in yourself. That was when you felt Eris’s hand on top of yours.

“That’s what you think?”

“What else could it have been?”

“Do you think I wasn’t serious then? I would have married you that minute if I could have.”

“Don’t be cruel.”

“I could say the same thing to you. Do you expect me to live without you?” 

You suddenly couldn’t find the strength to look at him. 

“Dove. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else in this world by my side.” He takes your hand and places a small kiss on your knuckles. Rubbing warmth into your stiff muscles. When you look back at him, you only find your best friend staring back at you. No lies or hatred on your face.

Words fail you and you can only look at him, tears threatening to spill over. 

“You don’t have to say anything, focus on being better so you can make good on your promise.” Eris squeezes your hand but doesn’t let go. You smile at him and pat the spot beside you, as Eris climbs into bed behind you, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest that you’ve been carrying for the last century.

[readychilledwine]

Dollification

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

**reminder, we do not yuck other people's Yums on this blog**

Dollification is the sexual attraction or arousal to the idea of becoming a living doll. In this kink, you have the doll and their owner in a total power exchange dynamic. The owner of the doll will decide how their hair done, their clothing, their makeup, their mannerism, etc. Being a sub does not guarantee that a person would enjoy the Dollification process. Dolls tend to enjoy being objectified, so they enjoy the idea of someone owning them and treating them like a possession.

There are different types of dolls that all have their own attire. The most common are Lolita dolls, latex dolls, baby dolls, zentai dolls, and living Barbies. For this fic, I focused on the living barbie.

Living barbie dolls are known for being into bimbofication, or the act or process of being made beautiful but acting or being seen as stupid. Bimbos traditionally have a very specific stereotype that crosses well into barbie world. Blonde, makeup, tight clothing, revealing clothing. Some barbie dolls will go as far as plastic surgery to achieve the barbie body and looks as well.

One aspect of Dollification that may be odd is that the dolls remain silent during sex. The idea is to be as close to a doll as possible, so silence is a part of that. I have Seraphina breaking that rule a little as an understood thing between her and Azriel.

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Azriel x Seraphina Vanserra

Warnings - complete power exchange, some impact play, dehumanization, restraints

Azriel was a smiling like one smug bastard as he circled his mate.

His precious little mate.

Sweet Seraphina was dressed in a lace blue corset, breasts pushed up high, and waist snatched in. A pretty matching thong left nothing to his imagination.

Her hair was down exactly as he had asked, brushed and left with those full body waves, a bow keeping some of it tied back while the rest fell naturally down her back like a waterfall of fire.

Even the makeup was exactly as he had asked. Soft, highlighting those Autumn Court features, mascara used to make those thick lashes seem bigger.

She was perfect before she had so willingly handed this level of submission to Azriel, but something about having his own living breathing doll, something about controlling what she wore, how she looked, her mannerisms, that really got him off. "Such a beautiful thing, aren't you?" He had trained her well, smirking as she didn't respond and only stared ahead. "You have permission to smile." He placed a kiss on her pointed ear, watching in the mirror as he eyes fluttered shut and a soft smile graced her full lips.

His hands began roaming her body, squeezing her breasts along the way down. "I know you are still learning," he bit her shoulder gently before kissing the mark and kissing up her neck. "So I will allow you to make noise, but to be the perfect doll, we need to work on silence. Okay, pet?"

Serphina didn't respond, knowing she had only been given permission to express pleasure and nothing else. "Good girl. Good fucking girl." His voice dripped with pride, with arousal, and something Sera had learned was Azriel's way of expressing affection.

He kept her facing the mirror, and he began. That lacy thong he had admired was pulled down by his shadows, and his hand went to cup her sex, groaning as he found her dripping. "Insatiable, aren't you?" Her breath hitched at the accusation, at the reminder of what she'd become to him.

A sex doll. A pretty little toy owned by him that sat waiting where he sat her just anticipating his cock. He had taken her fashion sense, her free will, her body, and she gave it to him so willingly, so freely.

She made no noise as two thick fingers dipped into her heat, prepping her for him. She wouldn't get to cum tonight. She was his doll right now, not a living breathing being with needs. She couldn't help the small whine leaving her as his fingers curled, tensing her and reminding her of what he could do, what she'd be missing tonight. "Always so fucking ready for me."

Azriel pulled her by her hair. "Walk," he all but dragged her to the bed, forcing her to lay facedown on it. His fingers resunk into her as his shadows forced her hands to her back and her apart, holding them there. Pressure was building in her stomach, a soft moan escaping every so often muffled by the bed.

As he was pulling her apart, a smack rang through the air, and Sera instantly pulled her lip into her mouth, biting down. She was allowed to express pleasure, not pain. Another smack came, and it took her willpower not to move, to cry.

Azriel's fingers left her cunt and everything seemed still for a second. She took a few deep breaths, and then the contact came again. A quick, precise slap landed on her core, and Sera broke. Her body jolted, and she squirmed, whimpering in pain as Azriel stared down at her with a smirk.

He forced her face further into the bed. "Dolls don't move, Seraphina." Her breath was blocked off, it felt as if she was inhaling her own heated exhale, choking on it as he shifted behind her, clothing long gone.

She felt the ties of her corset growing tighter, restricting her breath further. "Be a good fucking doll and stay still or I'll have to punish you." He entered her without warning, sliding in to the hilt. His hand holding her head down moved to her ass meeting his other hand there as he squeezed the supple flesh and began pounding. He forced her hips up enough that the arch of her back now dug her face into the bed, cutting off her air supply again.

She moaned into the sheets as his cock dragged inside of her, remaining as quiet as she could. It was hard, so hard, when her mate, the picture of male perfection with the cock to match, was hitting every nerve, every hidden spot inside of her that was begging for attention.

Azriel allowed her one kindness. He kept the bond open, allowing her to feel his pride, his love, his happiness, and every single ounce of his pleasure her tight heat was bringing him. She was untouched by any male besides him and he had begun whispering to her not long ago how it was as if she cunt began to change herself, perfecting in to this perfect sleeve made just for him. His groans were getting louder, thrusts quicker and quicker.

He was close, so close, and Seraphina smiled into the bed, lightheaded from the lack of air.

She had only made a few noises, only moved once. It was a vast improvement from their first round of doll play that ended in Azriel's frustration and the pale skin of her ass bruised and sore for a few hours.

He squeezed her ass again, spitting on her back entrance as he did and moving one hand to have this thumb circle that entrance. She moaned again, cunt clenching as she did, at his teasing. "Being so good, sweetness. So close," she knew from his panting from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, from the twitching inside of her.

He also knew she was right there, waiting for a command he would not give her tonight. He'd leave her wet and wanting once he stripped that corset off and took care of her. He knew it was cruel. Knew he should treat her better, but part of why she got off in this was the dehumanization, the denial of her needs.

The thought of her submission, of her trust and love for him, had him roaring, spilling every last drop into her. He rode out his high before leaning down and kissing the base of her neck. She whimpered below him, body desperate with need as he pulled out of her, watching their juices leak out of her, mixing together. The sight had him itching to take her again, but she needed a break. She needed out of that damned corset, she wanted to breath, to snuggle.

Azriel began working at the ties, pulling her up by her arms and pushing the hooks together in the front to take it off in one movement. "All done, Seraphina. You can behave normally now."

He watched her shoulders fall in relief and turned back to look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his praise, for the aftercare he'd so lovingly give her. He leaned in, kissing her and pumping his love down the bond before turning her to he could rest his forehead on hers.

"You did so well, my salvation. Took everything so much better this time. I am so proud of you. I know that must have been difficult." She nodded as he leaned to kiss her again. "Did you have fun?"

"Any time your inside of me is fun, Azriel."

The comment sent heat to his cheeks, a smile appearing to show off those dimples. "Then I'll try to be inside of you more. Let's go take a bath."

"When do I get to finish?"

The question made him growl, pulling her to him by her neck before cupping her chin. "In the bath if you're a good girl."

"Then I'll be the best girl," his cock twitched at the underlying tone in her voice.

He had created a monster. A tiny sex fueled monster who had an appetite that matched his now. His true equal. "We'll see," his tone was a warning as she flashed a serpent like smirk, reminding him so much of her eldest brother.

He'd fuck that smirk right off her face permanently some day.

And she was secretly praying for him to do it.

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[moethewriter]

Hunger games Renaissance is so real. Could you do a fic where finnick and r live by the water after the rebellion. Idk I'm just picturing a quiet life which they deserve !!!

Ask and you shall reciecve! I love how we are all going through a hunger games renaissance hah! This was slightly nervewracking to write! I've been out of the game so long! --- TITLE: And I shall give you, WORD COUNT: 1k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNINGS: NONE TAGS: Lot's of stupid fluff and introspection (in some ways) by the reader SUMMARY: A quiet life had always seemed impossible, until it wasn't A/N: So this isn't beta read and quite literally my FIRST fanfic in four or five years! A bit rusty but I hop eyou enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing Anon! I'm always open to constructive criticism on how to make my writing, and your reading experience better! Lot's of love, Moe ___ The first thing you noticed was the stillness.

The waves gave no sense of urgency, no rushing and rumbling to its next destination … just a subtle lull as they crashed ever so lightly against the rocks along the shoreline. It was oddly warm for an Autumn day, but you weren’t complaining. The warmth was something you cherished, and longed for.

The warmth brought laughter, and it brought many days laying in the sand as you spoke in hushed whispers, basking in the heat of the day. The warmth brought Finnick’s smile, that you so desperately loved, as he ran through the waves to cool himself, waving shells or sea glass or anything interesting he had found, gathered for your collections. 

It had been over a year since the rebellion and any moment spent with him was magical and everything you ever could have wanted. The quietness of your small home by the sea, the domesticity of your day to day life as you both grew and both allowed yourself to become okay with the stillness … Love had gotten you by, if there was one thing you could always count on it was being loved by the man with who had the biggest heart in the entire world.

“For you.” He had said, holding out a small crystal glass that shimmered in the sunlight, he doted on you day in and day out, though you insisted it had never been necessary.

But Finnick did not care, instead saying that you had all the time in the world to be spoiled, and he was more than willing to give it to you. In return you made sure he never wanted for anything, if he was willing to give you the moon, you were more than willing to return the stars. 

“Thank you.” You said, gratefully taking the glass of lemonade, and sipping it.

Things always seemed more gentle now, an odd thing after how you had both lived for so long. There had never been roughness between you, never a moment of doubt but the world you had been born into didn’t allow for moments like this to be had. But now … now  you were content and you were … happy. Happiness had been so foreign at first, allowing yourself to feel it more than you ever had before … the tiniest glimpses of it showing through your life. It had always seemed so impossible reaching it, but alas here it was … shimmering beneath the sunlight in District Four. 

You think in a way you had always known that happiness could be found with Finnick.

You think of the boy who had stood up for you all of those years ago, Finnick. The boy who had been through too many things far too young … Finnick. The boy who had become the Capitol Darling … Finnick. The boy who had always had your heart, and always would … Finnick.

But this Finnick … The Finnick who brushed your hair and made dinner. The man who built your house piece by piece on a vision you had both created together. Finnick who held you like you were the most beautiful treasure in all of Panem. 

This Finnick who is so at ease that a smile could come from seeing a bird fly over your home from the balcony, or when you simply said “I love you.”

This Finnick, your husband and the man who had never given up on you. 

He leaned in to kiss you softly, holding your face with a touch so light you could barely feel it. 

He felt so much lighter these days, so free and full of life like the boy you had once known. 

“Anything for you.” Finnick smiled back, a smile that could make your heart race a million times faster. He traced your jawline with the pad of his thumb, outlining every possible scar and mole that dotted your skin, and kissed your temple. “Always.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Odair.” You whispered, leaning into his touch. “Has anyone ever told you, you have a silver tongue.” You teased, a bright smile spreading across your face.

“Maybe once or twice.” He chuckled, pulling you into an embrace as you both hit the sand with a soft  ‘thud’, your body relaxed instantly against his despite the roughness of the sand below. “But no one’s ever been you.”

“No one’s ever been you either, Finn.” You tell him, leaning in to kiss his jaw, a small gesture and one of love.

Though everything seems to be filled with love these days, and you didn’t mind one bit. 

“Maybe soon we can start on the painting.” He whispered into your ear, fingers running through your hair, unknotting any tangles that had come from the sea water during your early morning swim. “After all … you are my muse.”

“I’d love that.” You said, softly, closing your eyes.

You held onto one another for what felt like hours, but you knew time had barely passed. The sound of the waves, the quiet chirping of birds in the distance calling to their brothers and sisters. The ocean breeze and sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine, as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The sun casting its light on both of you, bathing you in the beautiful rays of daylight. 

Moments like these were no longer few and far in between. The days you spent together, and the time you had to now truly be committed and fully loved would never stop. Even those days, the long terrible days that seemed to darken the doorstep of the new life you had built, were far easier to bare knowing that you had him, and he had you. The life that you had always wanted, no longer a simple dream of two teenagers sitting under the stars wishing and hoping that you would be free.

“A quiet life.” he had once told you, under that moon. “That’s what I want after all of this.” And now under the sun, it was the life you did lead.

[jeanie-g]

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Yess!!

Okay I had a hard time picking (the prompt not the pairing 🤭😉) because there were multiple that made me go 😍. But I’ll take 21 because well me 🤝🏼 outdoors.

Sooo 21 for Nicojack please 🩵

currently riding through nature as i type this, which is appropriate! on the shorter side, but i hope you like it 🫶

[#21] hiking

The Orangutan Trail is, in spite of its name or—now that he thinks about it, maybe as a credit to it—fucking grueling.

They're only three miles in, but it's 90% uphill, and the waterfall Nico promises is "just up a little further" every twenty minutes is nowhere in sight.

Jack loves the outdoors, loves running, but hiking through the woods of New Jersey with his boyfriend in 50°F weather is really testing his limits.

"Why couldn't we have picked the Bobcat or Penguin trails?" Jack asks now, hands pinching the space below his ribs. Stupid cramp.

"Because those are boring," Nico replies, voice even, like he's just starting a work out rather than being in the middle of one. He's already at the top of the next steep incline. "Do you think we'll see a bear?"

Jack, slowly but steadily, joins him atop. "We're too close to the turnpike, Neeks. The only bear in these woods is you."

Nico turns to him with an unimpressed look. Jack snorts anyways. Nico facewashes him and continues ahead.

Jack wanted to spend their one day off that week vegging out on the couch, eating food not on their meal plans and making out until their lips fell off. But of course Nico had other plans.

"The weather is perfect, and I've been wanting to hike this trail since the heat wave broke last month," Nico'd said in bed that morning, Jack brushing his hair from his forehead and playing with it aimlessly.

"It's our only off-day until we leave for the Pacific road trip," Jack replied. "Don't you wanna stay in, just the two of us..."

Jack even trailed his free hand down Nico's flank for emphasis. Nico just chortled and rolled off and out of bed. So much for that.

Four hours later and Jack has sweat through his thermal and his overshirt. He doesn't know why this kind of workout is taking a toll on him. Well, that's not entirely true. Unlike ice or a stretch of road, it's an ever-changing terrain with fluctuating elevation, and there's no set pace like every other cardio workout he does. It's an endurance test, but not fast-paced and adrenaline-fueled like hockey is.

In short, it's slow, burning torture.

Nico's in his element though, pointing out the trees and identifying them, remarking on the leaves changing color and all the little bugs and critters they come across. He's having fun, and it's good for Jack to get out of his comfort zone, so he goes with it.

He trails Nico by several meters and tries to keep up the conversation through pants until finally, Nico stops.

"Here it is," he says, and if Jack strains his ears, he hears what sounds to be water.

It takes almost a minute for Jack to meet him. But when he does, he has to catch his breath for another reason entirely.

There, before them, is a clearing in the trees, revealing a decently-sized pond with reeds and stones speckling the shallow, green water. More large rocks are carved into the rising hillside, all leading to waterfall, maybe five feet high, made of the stream water cascading off the run-off above.

"Wow."

Nico turns to him and grins, hands going to his hips. "Right?"

Jack steps forward until the dirt gives way to rock slab, and he crouches down. He skims his finger along the pond surface. It's freezing, but it's nice. He spots a frog on a nearby lily pad. It sticks its tongue out to catch a gnat before jumping into the water.

"Care for a swim?" Nico asks behind him.

Jack turns to scoff. "In your dreams, Hisch."

Nico laughs, the sound of it swallowed by the rush of water. Jack pulls out his phone to capture the scene. His mom would love to know he's actually taking advantage of living in the northeast in autumn.

When he's done, he stands back up and rejoins Nico, who bumps his hip.

"Worth it?" He's got this cute little smirk on that Jack can't resist.

Jack rolls his eyes, but he smiles small. "I guess."

"There's my stubborn American," Nico says fondly, putting his arm around Jack's shoulder.

"Don't get too smug, we still need to hike back down, and I get bitchy when my feet hurt."

Nico just laughs, craning to kiss the top of Jack's head.

"I've handled it pretty well the past five years already. What's thirty more minutes?"

Jack swats his arm for that. "It's a good thing you're cute, Hischier, or I woulda broken up with you ages ago."

Nico laughs again, this time loud enough to combat the water—and damn, Jack really loves that sound.

Naturally, he has to pulls Nico in by his thermal and kiss him about it.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 4

prompt: black cat

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

summary: Your luck turns quickly after Foggy points out a bad omen.

warnings: swearing, negative talk about black cats (I do not personally think they're bad luck, they're sweethearts)

a/n: So sorry for the late post today, I actually had stuff to do at the office today. Anyways, here is some adorable h/c with everyone's favorite altar boy.

w/c: ~1k (this one is the longest so far)

Inhaling deeply, you felt a wave of peace wash over you as you subconsciously leaned into the warmth Matt was exuding. He and Foggy were engaged in a heated discussion about a meaningless topic and, honestly, you were not paying attention. Instead, you were focused on the pool of gratitude in your stomach and the beautiful smile across Matt's face.

It was a beautiful autumn day, you had a steaming cup of coffee in hand and high hopes for the week. Taking a sip of your latte, a flash of movement caught your eye. A blur of shadowy limbs sprinted across the street and into an alley, a shrill sound echoing in its wake. 

Seemingly unbothered, Matt and Foggy continued bickering—though the dark haired lawyer frowned when you let go of his arm and jogged into the alley. 

“Where are you going, angel?” He questioned, ending the argument with Foggy in favor of following you. 

“There's a cat!” You replied excitedly, eyes scanning the cement for any sign of the creature. Spotting the trembling kitten, you cooed in sympathy and crouched a safe distance away. “It's ok, little one. We're not going to hurt you.” 

Lurking at the edge of the alley, Matt waited patiently as the skittish feline crawled out from behind a dumpster and sniffed your outstretched had cautiously. Deciding you weren't a threat, the cat nuzzled its face against your palm, allowing you to stroke over its back. 

Giggling as the cat started to purr, you plopped down on the ground, letting the small kitty worm its way onto your lap. Matt smiled, hearing the animal rub against your hands as it rumbled happily. Foggy was less pleased about the situation.

”Oh no you don't!“ He scolded, pulling Matt away from the scene by his collar before stomping loudly towards your seated form. ”Shoo, shoo!“

The anxious cat scurried off of your lap and under the dumpster with a hiss. ”Foggy!“ You chastised, mournfully looking after the poor thing. ”What the hell! He was so sweet and we were bonding.“

”Were the two of you born under a rock? You do not let a black cat cross your path, especially not in the SPOOKIEST MONTH OF THE YEAR.“ Foggy threw his hands in the air, shaking his head in disdain. 

”That's just a dumb superstition.“ You rolled your eyes, standing up and padding back over to Matt. Pullling you into his side, he placed an apologetic kiss against the side of your head. 

”A stupid...you know what I expect an apology when you realize the horrors I've just spared you from.“ Pointing a finger at his business partner, he added, ”You're risking her health and safety, my friend. I expected better of you.“

”Foggy, please explain to me how I was supposed to know what color the cat was.“ Matt rolled his eyes, weaving your arms together and beginning the trek towards your shared office once again. 

”You should have felt the evil energy pulsing from that thing, Matt. I know I did!“ Foggy shook his head.

”Foggy, are you feeling alright? I think you might be hallucinating.“ You snorted, still miffed that he'd ruined the sweet moment with the kitty.

“Laugh all you want, sunshine. Don’t come crying to me when your luck turns.” 

Today had not gone as planned. Minor inconveniences were piling up and slowly cracking your resolve. 

First, your computer had died and there were no working chargers that fit the port. The one that you’d used for weeks was in two pieces, seemingly chewed through by rats. 

Then, a client had spilled coffee on the physical documents you'd started filling out, completely ruining two hours of work and a couple dozen completed forms. 

While Matt and Foggy were in court negotiating a plea deal, and Karen was out investigating a lead, the ex-husband of a recent client decided to pay the office a visit. While he, thankfully, didn’t have a weapon, he was not pleased about the way his alimony payments had been settled and decided to take it out on you and the few clients in your waiting room. After hurling insults at you and attempting to fist fight an elderly woman, the threat of calling the cops finally got him to leave. 

After you’d assisted the three waiting clients, you closed up early and took a moment to sit in Matt’s office, not trusting yourself to make it home without breaking. Breathing deeply, you folded your arms on his desk and set your chin on top of them, looking out the window to appreciate the pretty orange and red tinged trees breaking up the urban beauty. 

The muffled sounds of Matt and Foggy returning to the office brought a lump to your throat. Standing on wobbling legs, you shuffled bashfully out into the main room. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Matt closed the distance between the two of you in seconds, sweeping you into a gentle hug. “Mrs. Benedict ran into us on the way back from court. I’m so sorry that we weren’t here. Are you ok?” 

Shaking your head against his chest, exhausted tears welled up in your eyes. A large hand came up to stroke your hair. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Just a bad day all around, huh?” He pressed a kiss to your temple as tears fell down your cheeks. 

“I think Foggy was right about my luck.” You whimpered and Matt smiled sadly. 

“Well you had an unlucky day, that’s for sure. But I don’t think anyone could blame you befriending a sweet little cat for the actions of a shitty ex-husband.” 

You huffed a laugh. “I suppose not.” 

“Why don’t you stay at mine tonight? We can order take out and listen to a chapter of our book maybe?” 

You smiled, leaning into the kiss Matt pressed to your forehead. “Yes please.” 

Unwinding his arms from your waist, Matt brushed away your remaining tears carefully before taking your hand. “Let’s go home then, angel.”

[kayzero]

So like. Julius Caesar and Pope Gregory XIII don’t exist in the Pokémon universe. So there’s no reason for the Julian or Gregorian calendars to exist. Angels don’t exist in the Pokémon universe either, so the Enoch calendar, but the story behind that is Uriel came down and gave Enoch a calendar with exactly 13 weeks in all four seasons for 364 days.

Black and White confirmed that the Pokémon universe has four seasons, and it’s entirely possible for a human to have created a calendar splitting Arceus’ eighteen Plates throughout the year, each month containing 4 five-day weeks.

And if they did, the months could look something like this:

[ Image ID: A list containing all eighteen Pokémon types split between the four seasons. Spring has Normal, Fairy, Poison, and Electric types, with Electric underlined. Summer has Grass, Bug, Fire, Steel, and Fighting types, with Grass and Bug italicized and Fire underlined. Autumn has Psychic, Flying, Ground, and Dragon, with Flying Underlined. Finally, Winter has Rock, Ghost, Ice, Dark, and Water, with Ice and Water underlined. / End ID. ]

Explanations under the cut.

Summer and Winter have five months because of math Fire and Ice are the Summer and Winter Types. These are explained in-universe as the Supreme (Type) Months, the months in the dead middle of their respective seasons without any dimming or bleeding into the next season. And this is TRUE in the Pokémon universe because (most) people aren’t stupid enough to cause ecological disasters when causing an ecological disaster awakens an all-powerful legendary Pokémon that’s angry at you specifically for causing an ecological disaster! Global warming doesn’t exist! People are afraid of Cappy the Polar Ice Cap Legendary smacking them out of existence!

I’m open to discussion and suggestions about where to shift each type.

Italicized types were considered for a different season, and will be explained more thoroughly.

Underlined types probably won’t be changed without an Astounding Logical Argument that makes me feel stupid for even considering anything else.

Spring:

Animals give birth in the spring and Normal Type Pokémon are based on normal animals.

Fairies are associated with. Um. *flips notes* n. nature. i’m gonna be real with you in every planned-but-not-written explanation of a human sensing fairy type energy i describe it as “smelling wildflowers” and that’s all that went through my head.

Poisonous animals like frogs and snakes and the like. They hibernate. They come out of hibernation in the spring. Yay! This could easily be Winter for the same reason PLUS the fact that you store poisons in cold, sometimes freezing, temperatures.

Electric likely will not change. Thunderstorms happen most frequently in the spring months, because of the moisture and the heat present in the air. Electric could have easily been a Summer Type but I figured that because it rains more frequently in the spring because of snowmelt (“April Showers … May Flowers”), it would be easy to rationalize thunderstorms happening more often in the Spring in Pokéland.

Summer:

Grass and Bug were both considered for Spring because of the whole winter melts away and grass blooms and whatnot and then of course once the plants bloom it attracts the bugs. If I were going to change these two Grass would go to Spring and Bug would stay in Summer maybe.

But I ended up choosing Summer for these two because the summer sun makes the Grass grow and also all the other plants and then the heat and humidity brings all the Bugs to the yard. and they’re like. your sweat is tasty. why do bugs swarm humans we’re so much bigger than them.

Fire is unlikely to change. It’s the Sound of Summer. Summer hot. Sun go brr. Heat Wave Waves Heatingly. Etcetera.

You use fires to forge Steel. Or something along those lines. Honestly I just pulled that out of my butt, I was thinking about Heatran and like Heatran is a legendary and sub Steel. Volcanos or whatever.

THE FLAMES OF YOUTH IGNITE WITHIN FIGHTING TYPES and that’s why they’re in the summer. If you try to fight in the winter you like. Cramp up or something right? Is that bias? I hate winter it causes my body pain.

Autumn

Psy. chic? Fall Season is. appropriately. brain. y. (this is literally my favorite type i was NOT going to put it into the Evil Winter Season. die winter. i hope the global warms faster i’d rather drown than freeze.)

Flying was unlikely to change... however, migration plus tornadoes sneason was my initial thought. But Tornadus-Therian Searion is actually in the spring and migration is a two way street, the birds come back in the pringles. I might just. Switch Flying and Poison. If you Aggron Agree with switching Flying with Poison let me know in the comments.

You know how you run out of spaces and a type just HAS to go into a slot? Luckily I only had one of those. Unlucky it was Dragon. You smart folks probably have a better idea as to what Dragon should switch into but unless you have a good reason as to why the second Type should switch out, don’t @ me (or do @ me I like the attention).

Winter

Mountains are wintery and snowy because they’re so tall. And do you know what mountains are made of? …You do? Can you tell me, I’m lost, I thought they were made of chocolate but they don’t melt in the summer time so that idea’s washed…

Ghost was originally in the Fall, because Spooky Halloween, except not only could October totally be in the Winter now that I’m in charge of the calendar, and if it can’t, then Halloween doesn’t have to be a Fall holiday, it can be a winter holiday!

Ice? Ice. Baby.

Do you know how Dark it gets during the winter? How quickly it gets Dark? Even if we eliminate Daylight Savings (and we are eliminating Daylight Savings) the Equinox still happens in Winter. Days are still shorter. Darker. Sneasel type.

Water is unlikely to change. Like, it was initially in the spring because “oh look the ice is melting it’s time for spring” no bitch that shit cold. the ocean is cold. even during the summer the lakes are cold. it’s at the end of Winter towards the Spring side of things but That Shit Cold.

and that’s it that’s all i have does anyone have ideas for month names or day names aren’t the months named after like. emperors or something. should we name the months after legendaries. If someone comes up with a month name that’s a palindrome that starts with Ho and ends with oh I’ll give you $10. Call that a fiction commission.

[synthetictorii]

Love At First Dance ✧ Dance Teacher!Toshinori Yagi

Pairing: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x reader Genre: fluff Summay: Toshinori is the new teacher at the academy and he needs some guidance that you willingly provider. Needless to say he'd like to make it up to you - and what better way than through dance? Word count: 3.7k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning... + this was a wattpad rq

     Walking across the road, you regretted not putting your warm fluffy hoodie on. The cold weather hit the city only yesterday and you thought it’s not gonna be that bad so you didn’t bother to take a jacket, opting for a mere cardigan instead. Big mistake. It didn’t prevent the cold wind to chill you to the bone at all. And since it was only the start of autumn, no one thought of starting up the heating system of the school you worked in yet so the whole building was a half-freezing hell as well. How fitting, considering how many students would describe their school experiences as hellish. You smirked a bit, wondering if that’s how your students would talk about your lessons too. You rounded your shoulders, trying to warm your stiff with cold muscles. The café wasn’t even that far from the school and yet you already felt like no amount of warm-up will get you ready for the lesson. Oh well, the coffee was worth it. Fate, however, had different plans for you.

  Just as the place you aimed for came into the view, so did something – or rather someone – else. A man you recognized even from far away. He had fluffy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that simply dragged your full attention to him. And the fact that his charcoal grey turtleneck hugged his sculpted body snuggly didn’t exactly help either. He looked like an angel! If only angels wore their jackets folded over their arms while carrying a little cardboard cup holder. He waved at you and you returned the gesture, rushing to meet him halfway. How he was not freezing was beyond your comprehension.

  “Hey Toshi! Also lacking caffeine I see,” you teased once you were close enough and eyed the cup holder, finally noticing it was occupied by two cups. “Yeah, I thought you might want some too and hoped to catch you before you have to endure this cold. I know you grew up in warmer climate, so… yeah,” he rubbed his neck with a shy smile that made your heart flutter. “Aw, that’s so sweet! Thank you so much! I swear I’ll stay put next time,” you smiled gratefully.  “I’m not your personal delivery service, you know?” he joked as he handed you your cup. You hummed dismissively and took a sip. It was done just the way you liked it. That caught you off guard and he probably noticed because he chuckled at your confused expression. “What? You thought I wouldn’t remember how you take your coffee after all these weeks?” Now it was your turn to be shy. “Well I didn’t exactly have a reason to assume so,” you smiled a little bit as you sipped the drink again.

  You were not bitter, truly not. But it was such a stark contrast between you two. You on one hand never missed an opportunity to watch his lessons or just sneak a peek as he practiced. While on the other he never bothered to do anything like that or to at the very least try to get to know your dance style better. You would lie if you said you weren’t disappointed by his behaviour – you were friends, colleagues and even shared an office after all. You kept telling yourself that maybe he just doesn’t feel comfortable enough to just barge in and watch you so you offered him to help you during the class but he always politely declined. Yet here he was, remembering something so stupid like how you like your coffee.

  “I’m full of surprises,” he winked you playfully. You choked on your drink, laughing as you coughed. “Where did that come from?” you said in between coughs, lips spread into a wide smile. He shrugged as he laughed himself. “I guess I’m still half asleep,” he joked, finishing his drink in a long swig. “Or maybe just slowly dying from the cold,” you muttered as you gulped down the rest of the warm liquid and were once again left to face the cold without any protection. You shivered as the freezing wind rushed past you. “Oh, I’m so stupid, I didn’t notice – here, take this,” he stumbled over his words as he put his jacket over your shoulders. The relief was immediate. You almost purred like a cat with the sudden warmth. “Are you sure? It’s not that far, I can do it,” you politely assured he was alright without his jacket even though there was no way you were going to give it back until you reached the school where you kept a warm sweater for this kind of scenarios. “I’m fine, the cold never really bothered me,” he smiled at you. “Thank you,” you returned the motion and snuggled into the warm piece of clothing.

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   Finally you reached your apartment after a long day at school. You loved your job and wouldn’t change it for a world but sometimes it was too much. And with the freezing hell the building was today you were ready to take a hot shower and hit the hay.      

  Which was exactly what you did and now you were laying in your bed, a thick duvet covering your body from toes to chin. Your stomach was full after a delicious dinner you made and you felt content. Well, quite content anyway. You couldn’t help but feel melancholic as you looked out the window into the dark, quiet street.

  It was at times like this you missed your home the most. You got over the cultural shock pretty quickly since you’ve always been interested in Japanese culture and way of life. Getting used to it wasn’t that bad, everyone was very polite, nice and you’ve found some great friends that helped you as well. But sometimes at night when it was so quiet it was unsettling you remembered the soft noise you always heard outside while growing up and the comfort of knowing that you were surrounded by people who had the same worldview and values as you.

  And the parties, god, did you miss those. Every one moved in sync, body on body, moving to the rhythm of salsa and mambo. How easy it was to get lost and free yourself from everything, just dancing to the beat and meeting handsome strangers. Well the last part applied here too, only your handsome stranger wasn’t interested in dancing with you and he was no stranger. You scoffed as you thought of Toshinori. He was your very own mixed signal generator. He was nice, he was friendly and paid attention to what you were saying and actually remembered it – the coffee earlier was not the first time he surprised you with what he remembered about you.

  What you admired and loved the most about him though was his passion for dancing that matched your own. That was part of the reason you always made time to watch him dance. His moves perfectly matched the songs and expressed so many emotions. The shy guy disappeared completely; it was like watching a caterpillar change into butterfly. It always made you long for his touch on your skin to rhythm of salsa, you knew he would be a perfect dance partner for you! The moves were a bit different, sure, since his style was more street dance whereas you, obviously, focused more on latin style dances and hip hop, yet you knew he was talented enough to learn from you quickly. 

   So why? Why did he never accept your offer to come and watch when you asked him? Could he not see how important it was for you? You huffed, he for sure was oblivious about every hint you dropped that you liked him, but he surely couldn’t be as dense? Sighing deeply, you decided to let it go for tonight. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it right now and your body craved sleep.

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  Toshinori leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms. He would never guess that being teacher would also mean so much paperwork. And you weren’t in yet to brighten his day. He ran his hands down his face when there was a knock on the open door. He looked over to see his long-time friend and fellow teacher, Naomasa, standing there. “Hey, Nao,” he greeted as he pushed himself away from the desk. “Hey, still not done with those?” the other man pointed towards the many stacks of paper on Toshinori’s desk. “Yeah, [y/n] promised to help me fill them correctly,” he sighed. It always took him forever but with you it was so easy. “I recommend you make it up to her, she helps you all the time you know,” his friend said with mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Here we go again, Toshinori thought. “What do you suggest I do?” he crossed his arms over his chest; he already knew what his friend will propose. “Well, you always turn her down when she offers you to join her during a class,” he shrugged and the blonde couldn’t help but sigh. “And what would I do there? I can’t dance like she does,” he argued but Naomasa had none of that. “You can watch her, you know, everybody here does that. Just go and support your friend.” Toshinori knew that of course, literally everyone told him to go and see her class. It was one of many things he really liked about the school – that everyone was so supportive of each other and often watched others dance. With you however it wasn’t so easy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just watch the whole time. “You know why that’s a bad idea,” he pinched the bridge of his nose as his friend laughed at his misery. “So what? You like her and she likes you,” Naomasa ignored Toshinori’s doubtful look with ease, “and you’re both so confident while dancing that might finally talk about it,” he finished his lecture with a big smile, completely oblivious to his friend’s exasperation.

  Before he could respond, presumably by kicking Naomasa from the office, you walked in and gave them both a questioning look. The black haired man grinned widely as he greeted you. “[y/n]! Doing great I hope?” You immediately felt suspicious about his cheery attitude. “Yeah, what’s up? Am I interrupting something?” You took of your coat and set your bag on the chair. “No, not at all, I have to run anyway! It was nice seeing you again [y/n] and Toshi, remember what we talked about,” he gave him a strict look that was slightly undermined by his wide grin. He left the office swiftly and you turned to look at Toshi who looked like he could strangle the man right now. You simply chuckled, it wasn’t the first time this has happened. “So what did he do today?” you asked amusedly but Toshi only shook his head. “Nothing really, he’s just annoying,” he sighed. You patted his shoulder supportively, “It’s alright, you can always tell your class to be extra mean to him.” He laughed at the suggestion, knowing his students would be more than thrilled to obey.

  Little did you know that his mind was racing under his laughing face. Because however he tried not to accept it, Naomasa was right. He did like you, he wanted to see you dance – and dance with you – so much, only more interested after everything he heard but he was afraid. Worried that once he saw you dance, there would be no going back and he would fall too deep. And what would he do then if you decided to reject him? On the other hand, how was he supposed to function when you occupied his mind all the time?

  Sighing, he decided to bite the bullet. “Hey, so, uh, I was doing these,” he said as he played with one of many papers on his desk. You looked at him curiously. “Yeah?” you prompted. He looked away for a bit. This was harder than he expected; his whole training seemed easier than this! “And I need a break so do you think I could join you in the class today?”

   Now it was your time to trip over your words and blush, all shy and shocked. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling. Speak and the universe will listen, huh? “Of course! It’ll be fun!” you blurted out quickly before he changed his mind. After all the weeks you tried to get him to come he’ll just ask himself, what’s up with that? You had a hunch that Naomasa was somehow involved in this but in your experience, he never could talk Toshi into anything so who knows. Said man laughed at your eagerness, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “I’ll just watch, I don’t think I could pull off the right moves.” You waved him off. “Sure sure, whatever.” You were too giddy to trouble yourself with anything but the fact that Toshinori will finally come and see you dance. Maybe he will like it and join you too! Well, that was too good to become true but girl can dream, right? You agreed on when and you told him where and parted ways to go to your respective classes. He wouldn’t be able to stay the whole lesson but it was a little step forward.

  You were ecstatic for the rest of the day. You put more energy into your moves, swayed your hips with more passion. Every song seemed to be about Toshi and you. Your mind was a mess but it was such a sweet feeling. Overall you were more cheerful and nicer to both students and your colleagues. Nemuri noticed too but said nothing – she probably guessed what was happening, judging from the shit-eating grin she was giving you. Fortunately, she kept her mouth shut and students whispered just quiet enough for you not to hear.

  And finally the fated lesson came. All the students were in the dance room your class took place in and among them, leaning against the wall in the front, Toshinori. You were almost sure he was blushing. It was the first time he saw you in just your leggings and tank-top afterall. You suddenly felt shy too but this was no time for your insecurities to pop out! You greeted everyone as usually and shared your plan for today: stretching, a little repeat of the moves they learned the last time and then new steps that will finally complete the whole fast sequence of this dance. It was something you worked on for the last two weeks with them so you hoped everything will go smoothly, especially today. Though students noticed your unusual mood and impatience to start already but it looked like nobody made the connection between these changes and Toshinori’s presence.

   You let the music play and went through a quick stretch session. Your muscles were already warmed from the previous lessons as was the case of most students but you wanted to make sure everyone was ready. Better safe than sorry, right? Then a shift in your playlist came, signalling that the class was about to move to the more interesting part. “Alright everyone, let’s do it!” you shouted excited as you adapted to the music.

   Toshinori watched this change awe-struck. His eyes never left your body as you moved to the music. You moved in such feline way, so sensually, teasingly swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your movements were quick and precise but also slow and breath-taking when needed to be. He could imagine with great detail what you would feel like under his hands if he held you, every little movement of your muscles as his palms would slide on your skin.  He had a hard time just standing there, nodding to the rhythm when your dance was so inviting he forgot about not knowing steps. He felt like he could just melt into you and follow your commands without you ever giving them aloud. He felt so robbed when his phone vibrated and forced him to leave for his own lesson. He tch’ed as he looked at you longingly. How was he supposed to teach now?  It was like he was leaving a miracle in progress just to watch tv. With a soft sigh, he waved at you as he promised to do when he was leaving. He hoped you didn’t notice how much his hands shook.

  You didn’t. How could you with the look he gave you? You doubted he realized, but in that moment he looked at you like you were an angel saving him from death. Such thirsty and regretful look. A shiver ran down your spine but you carried on. You can freak out about it later when the students leave.   

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  Once you put your mind to it again, the class ended unexpectedly soon. You thanked everyone for their attention and hard work and said goodbyes when suddenly Mineta and Kaminari raised their hands. You knew well how they could be so you raised a brow questioningly as you nodded for them to ask. “[l/n]-sensei, we wanted to ask if it was possible to have classes where we would dance with a partner,” they asked in unison. You saw Jiro giving them a disgusted look. Chuckling, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about too but I would need everyone’s consent and a okay from the principal,” you explained. It would take some effort to find more boys for the girls to dance with too, but these kids were really talented and always gave it their all so you were willing to try harder for them too. “Think about it and let me know next time, alright everyone?” you smiled as they left the room, already shouting and talking one another into being their partners. You shook your head fondly; you remembered being the same way in their age.

  A soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts and when you looked up, you didn’t believe your eyes. Toshinori stood there and his eyes never left yours. It must’ve been the first time he didn’t avert his gaze from you and it was wonderful and scary at the same time. What was he thinking about? You were about to find out soon… “Teach me how to dance like that,” he said with a confidence he never showed you before. No. He did. This was the confidence he had while he was on the dancefloor. He had the same determined, passionate look in his azure eyes that shone brightly with energy. “O-okay,” you laughed is disbelief but you were so happy and pleasantly surprised you thought you might pass out.

  He walked over to you and let you show him how to stand. His face turned red when he realized just how close you would be during the dance but didn’t back away how he usually would. You showed him the basic moves and saw how the shade on his cheeks darkened. “Don’t worry, it’s alright,” you chuckled as you motioned for him to join you and try himself. He was awkward, clearly hesitant to let go, so you stood behind him and put your hands on his hips. He stiffened under your palms but relaxed again when you led his movements, corrected them be more fluid. When you were finally satisfied with the way it looked, you stood beside him again and showed him how to connect this move to another, piping in with what you’ll do. He was speechless as he saw just how sensual your moves were and how passionate. He knew what your dance looks like, sure, but having you show him while so close took it to a whole new level. Yet his resolve didn’t falter if anything, he wanted to prove to you that he can get as wild as you.

  When he had at least some idea with how your native dance works, you moved forward to the real test: combining your steps and dancing together. He tensed again slightly when you invaded his personal space, this time though he relaxed almost immediately. By the look in his eyes it was obvious he wanted this to work out just as much as you. In any way really – just this dance or you two being partners or even couple. Right now it didn’t matter for in this moment all that mattered was the music your bodies pressed close, swaying to the rhythm. He didn’t flinch when the music started playing and you took his hands and put them on your waist. The material of your tank top was so thin it was like there was nothing separating your skins. It would be such a nice contrast too, his creamy white skin against your tanned darker one. You tried the first few moves tentatively, getting used to his presence behind you. He did the same, hesitating when he was to move your hands along your curves but you were gentle with him, always assuring that it was alright. It wasn’t like he was doing anything intimate in the wrong sense.

  Soon enough though, you both let the music consume you. There was nothing shy about Toshinori anymore, he knew what he was doing and even if the steps were rather easy for you, they were far from boring. Your energy surged to the room and didn’t hit a wall but mingled with Toshi’s, creating a mix that pushed you both to experiment, tease each other and push your boundaries. It wild, crazy, exciting and perfect you felt like you were high. You just moved in sync with Toshi and forgot all about the world in favour of the music and his skin against yours.

  When the music stopped, you were both out of breath. You stared into each other’s eyes, so close to each other. Your hands were on his chest and his on your hips as you were pressed flush against him. The atmosphere was hot and heavy, almost tangible. But neither of you tried to move away nor did you say anything. No words were needed for you two to understand.  This would happen again. And again. And again. Until one of you wouldn’t be able to dance anymore. And even then, no doubt, you will find a different way to connect so deeply.

[haganez]

post fic under read more

actually i figured it out so i can do both now lol

heres a link to the doc for anyone who wants it and the chaeya thing below the cut

“Kae, you home?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer to begin looking, he’s been itching to see Kaeya since he’d first left, checking through each room of his quarters for a glimpse of him. At this hour he’d normally find him still awake and toiling away at some mind numbing paperwork and unable to get himself in bed, but it’s the brisk chill that grows the further in he gets that concerns him. It’s early fall in Mond, though the hottest days of the year are fading away and the turning colors of autumn have begun to peak, the days are still fair and warm more often than not. Yet, by the time he's reached Kaeya’s bedroom door goosebumps have begun to creep up his bare arms and nip at his neck, even the door handle is ice-cold to the touch. 

The door creaks open, cold-snap whipping him in the face. “Kaeya?”

Childe almost assumes he’s not here either until the comforter groans at him, aegean blue hair peeking out from above. 

He peels the blanket off of him and Kaeya barely reacts, only responding with a moan and turning further into his pillow. Childe puts a hand to his forehead, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, not from sweat, but condensation; he’s freezing. “You okay?” Childe asks, which only earns him an irked look. Right, he thinks, of course not.

Many assume a Cryo Vision makes the bearer immune to common colds and sniffles, and while there is some truth to that, it does grant them some resistance to the colder elements, once that's been worn down the chills ache them to the bone. 

“How long have you been sick?” 

“A day.” The gears in his brain work slowly, dull ache all over clouding his brain. He corrects himself. “Two days.” 

“Wait here”, Kaeya thinks he hears him say, as if he’d be going anywhere else. But he does as he’s told and simply waits, burying his head back under the layers of blankets to block the sun.

Ajax does eventually return, this time with a warm stew and fresh tea, herbal smell livening up the stale air of the room. “Can you eat by yourself? I can help if you need it.” He says, helping Kaeya sit up and positioning him with as many of their pillows as he needs. 

Kaeya would like to say yes, but he’s gotten vertigo just sitting up. He does his best to steady him enough to speak and settles for a meek, “I’ll try”.

Most of the day blurs— he eats, Childe helps him wash, change clothes— but by the end of it he does feel a little lighter. It’s an embarrassing feeling to be so doted on again, but Ajax makes it seem so easy. Likely to do with all the family he’s mentioned before, helping and taking care of others is second nature to him now. 

Back in bed and with a better disposition he expects Childe to leave for his own sake, but instead, the ginger crawls under the covers with him and presses his chest to Kaeya’s back, messily spooning him. Really an incredible display of his utter lack of self preservation.

“Go away, you’re going to get sick.” He tries, but Ajax doesn’t seem disturbed by it. In fact, he makes a show of peppering chaste kisses to the back of Kaeya’s neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t care, I’m not just going to leave you here alone.” Which, to Ajax, seems like common sense. 

Kaeya tries again. “You’re being stupid.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

Kaeya realizes arguing with him on this subject is akin to chatting with a brick wall and gives in with a huff. “You’re clingy,” but there’s no malice behind it, only an observation.

“I missed you.” He nuzzles his face into the nape of his shoulder, his arm wrapped around his waist pulling Kaeya closer to him. 

“I just saw you less than a week ago.” 

“I miss you every time I go, doesn’t matter how long.”

Ah. An odd heat creeps up his neck, which he’s hoping he can blame on another wave of a fever. He hates how he’s able to so casually say things like that. It always leaves him reeling and feeling far too exposed, it should be this easy for someone to chip at the walls he’s been carefully crafting for years.

His instinct is to quip something sarcastic back, something to downplay and conceal how he really feels. Thankfully though, his cold twists his words out of his control.

“I missed you too.”

[spaztastic-headcannons]

Sweater Stealing Weather

Summary: Cold weather is setting in, and that means it's time to steal the most coveted item in the Kuwabara household: the toasty husband sweater. With Kazuma distracted in the kitchen, I take the chance to mission impossible the very possible.

Warnings: None, but this is in first person. Kuwabara Kazuma is aged up and married in this. No gender mentioned for the 'I' in the story.

The sound of running water covered the faint squeek of the door being pushed open. Distant humming from the kitchen didn’t quite match the Mission Impossible theme in my head but it acted as further cover for each tip toe to the bed. The carpet took care of much of the risk for footsteps being heard but one could never be too careful on an important mission such as this one.  The timing was right, conditions perfect, and the hapless victim distracted.

This was my time to move.

My mission?

Husband sweater.

The temperature outside was finally matching the season, autumn getting a grip on the area and on the Kuwabara household. Already cold weather clothing was brought up from storage and warm weather clothing was slowly being replaced as random heat waves became less and less likely. This meant more cuddles, cozy drinks, and the elusive and jealously guarded husband sweater.

Kazuma has no issue sharing things with me, and I’m sure if I asked, he wouldn’t mind giving me the sweater to wear for a few hours, but that wasn’t as fun. It had become tradition in our house for the game of keep away with Kazuma’s clothing.  His t-shirts, tank tops, and sweats were among the usual victims of my theft. Secreted away after he’d gotten light use of them but his scent was guaranteed to be present.

Now it was time for his sweaters.  He was a bit stingier about these ones, often complaining about my cold hands on his skin and needing to keep them as armor. But he’d left this one unguarded, vulnerable in his haste to make dinner tonight. The warmth from the kitchen too much for the naturally warm man, leaving him in his under shirt to cook. And me with the chance to get cozy in time for dinner.

My steps are dramatic in all ways towards the bed. Tiny tip-toe steps, large lunges while still working to keep silent, rolling over the bed to land as gently as my graceless self could muster on the otherside to hide from invisible enemies. One hand reaching up, slowly, so slowly, to grip the fabric of the sweater and yank it down beside me.

Victory was not yet assured until it was being worn.  I wiggled it on over my head and through each arm, having to arch to get it down over my back. Success was not only at my finger tips but covering them in excess-fabric-glory. Now to return and await his awareness.

My return to the kitchen was slightly less dramatic. Who needs a show when the prize is already won? I practically swaggered my way back to my seat at the kitchen counter to watch Kazuma cook. Wholly and fully aware of what exactly I just did, his spiritual senses being both a cheat to the game but also a boon to him watching my shenanigans, he turned around and acted perfectly surprised to see me in his sweater.

“Babe, I don’t think that’s your sweater!” He exclaimed in mock shock.

“No, it’s not. It’s husband sweater. But it is mine for tonight,” I giggled in return.

“Damn, another one bites the dust huh?”  He shook his head, using the chance to turn back to cooking to hide his big wide grin, my favorite.

“Guess so big guy! Whatever will you do?”

“Hide it better next time probably,” he teased. Not that he hides them at all at this point.

“You can try but I’ll sniff it out. I always do!”

“Yeah, you sure do, huh?”

Warmth from that room wasn’t just from the stove, but from how he made me feel loved in the little gestures, like playing my stupid game, leaving me his t-shirt for bed that night, and still leaving me his sweater in the morning with his lingering scent.

[kristannafever]

She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 12

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 5126

Chapter index

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The coming-winter chill was replaced with an autumn heat wave and Kristoff drove to Tony’s deli on Monday morning with the windows rolled down, belting along to the song on the radio.  He’d never felt more alive.

Moving Anna into his townhouse over the weekend had been easy, and they spent Saturday and Sunday night enjoying each other in every way imaginable, from making dinner together to ending up tangled in the sheets of his bed. 

Sven had called him on Sunday night and wished him good luck with the job and to let him know if there was anything he needed.  Him and Tilly had spent the weekend together as well at Sven’s place, and she still had every intention of them living together.  They planned for it to happen as soon as Sven was back to full strength and not in danger of popping any of his sutures. 

He’d taken the cell that Kristoff’s Ma had been carrying around and was prepared to answer any incoming calls straight away.  Once they had their home office set up in Kristoff’s place, they’d get a proper land line.   Both men hoped they’d be getting a few calls over the upcoming week since Anna spent her Friday afternoon updating their website and getting them in the top five of the search results on Google. 

Her meeting with the CEO had gone well.   While he was disappointed that she was moving on, he respected her decision and the fact that she was going to be directly promoting and training her replacement from her own team.   She had told Kristoff she knew exactly who would best fit her vacancy and that she was happy that the CEO was on board with her decision. 

Not only that, Anna told him she had a long wondering question answered in the meeting about why her stupid ex had been fired all those years ago.  The CEO’s answer; he had learned about what happened and didn’t want anyone who would sleep around the office, let alone lead someone on and cheat on them.  What Anna had hoped, was confirmed, leaving her feeling vindicated for staying on with the company after all that. 

Kristoff parked his van in front of Tony’s deli, seeing the man opening up a food truck parked half a block up.  He hopped out and jogged over and greeted him, chatted briefly, then was let into the deli to start the demo.

About a half hour later the refuse bin finally arrived, and Kristoff hauled the rather large pile of construction garbage into it then paused for a moment to catch his breath, wiping his long sleeve t-shirt across his forehead then looking at his watch.

His new hire was late. 

After another hour of working like a madman, Kristoff took another break and dug out the contact information of the guy from the locked workbox in the van.  He called the number and there was no answer.

Feeling upset and mad, he got back to work for another half hour before he tried again.  Again, no answer.

Kristoff kicked a chunk of drywall across the floor and scrubbed his hands down his face.  Tony had a deadline to get the food truck back to his friend and Kristoff had a deadline to get the deli open.  His stomach turned again and he wondered what he was going to do.  Sven could do some interviews sure, but they needed someone immediately and he wasn’t sure how soon they were going to find someone.  This was not a job that Kristoff could complete without help.

He took five minutes to phone Sven and let him know what was happening.  His friend’s tone was less than impressed, and he promised to get another ad out there and interview as many people as he could.  At this point, they would take a couple of labourers, even if Kristoff was going to have to spend more of his time showing them things than working.

Then he called Anna to fill her in and let her know he wasn’t going to be home for dinner.  She sounded as upset as him that their new hire hadn’t shown up for his first day.

Sadly, he was not the first that had done that to them.  Which was why for the longest time, it was just Kristoff and Sven on the tools.  Being burnt by people they had put in place seemed to be par for the course.

Around five o’clock, Kristoff’s phone rang.  He looked at the number, surprised it was the no-show calling him back.  They usually never called back.

“Yeah?” he barked into the phone, not really having time to deal with lame excuses.

“Hey man, I saw you tried to call me a few times.  I, uh, got another job somewhere else.  Better pay.  You know how it is.”

Kristoff did know how it was.  He also knew of a thing called decency.  He said nothing.

“Anyway,” the guy continued.  “I should have called to tell you.  Kinda slipped my mind.  Sorry, man.”

“Yeah.  Thanks.”  Kristoff hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.  His head tilted back and he groaned at the ceiling.   Fuck he was tired.  He let out a heavy sigh and got back to work.

Tony came to check on him when he was done for the day and Kristoff had to admit to him that he was going to be single handed until they found another employee, but assured him that he would meet their deadline one way or another.  Then he had to ask if Tony was comfortable leaving him the keys, because he was going to stay until he figured he had done as much as Sven and him would have gotten done.

The older man was hard to read, leaving Kristoff wondering if he was as unimpressed as he imagined he’d be if it were him.  Then he came back five minutes later with two deli sandwiches wrapped in paper and the keys to the shop. 

“I’ve been there,” Tony said, after Kristoff had thanked him profusely.  “I see how determined you are.  I know you’ll get there.”

Kristoff nodded, feeling an odd lump forming in his throat.  Other than Anna, he’d never worked a job for someone so nice and understanding.  And he was truly grateful that Tony had made him a dinner he thought he’d be missing.

He followed Tony to the door to lock it when the older man paused and turned around. 

“You need a guy?  Even if he might have no idea what he’s doing?”

Kristoff nodded, perhaps a little eagerly.   “Yeah, I really need an extra pair of hands on this job.”

“I got a bum for a nephew, currently living on my couch.  He’s between jobs, he says.”  Tony scoffed.  “I’m going to drag his ass with me tomorrow morning if you can give him a job.  I’d like to see the kid do something.  Go to school, you know?”

Tony was talking about an apprenticeship, and while hiring an apprentice wasn’t on their outline that soon for growing the company, Kristoff could not deny that he needed some help.  Even if it was green.

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Kristoff’s tired legs carried him slowly up the steps to his front door.  He pulled his keys out of his pocket and was just about to put them in the lock when the door swung open.  Anna greeting him with a sympathetic smile. 

“Hey,” she said softly.  “Glad you’re finally home.”

Kristoff smiled, feeling better, and stepped in to take off his work boots while Anna shut the door and grabbed the work bag from off his shoulders.  It was nearly eleven.  In six short hours he’d be getting up for work. 

He followed her into the house and noticed the lights in the living room were on low and an ice-cold beer was waiting for him on the coffee table.  Next to it was a bowl of his favourite chips.

“Figured you wanted a drink and a snack before bed?” she asked, walking past him to grab the bottle.  She handed it to him.  “I’ll grab you another one after your shower if you want.”

Anna knew exactly what he needed after a long day and he was suddenly blindsided by the gratitude he felt that she was in his life.  He leaned over to kiss her quickly.  ���I’d ask you to join me if I wasn’t so fucking tired.”

She giggled.  “Definitely another time when you don’t come home so late.”

He kissed her again for good measure and took a swig of the beer as he headed down the hall to the bathroom.  He showered quickly, taking the bottle straight into the shower with him and finishing it off, then joined Anna back in the living room to grab the snack she had out.  The sandwiches Tony gave him had been delicious, and he’d inhaled them… then he worked for five more hours and got an appetite back. 

Kristoff groaned when he sat – rather collapsed – onto the couch.  He sighed. “What a day.” 

“I’m so sorry that guy didn’t show up.”  Anna frowned, handing him another beer.  She sat next to him with her own. “He should have let you know he found somewhere else.”

“Well, he did.  At the end of his work day.”

“Jeez,” Anna muttered.  “You’d probably already written him off by then.”

“Did that about noon,” Kristoff agreed, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them in his face.

“Well, I’m glad Tony has that nephew to give you a hand.  I hope Sven get’s a hit on the ad soon.”

Kristoff nodded slowly.  He’d called Anna while he ate his sandwiches and talked for a bit, filling her in on his day.  She’d filled him in on hers, and how as soon as she got home from work, she conferenced with Sven to see if there were any interviews to find out that no one had sent in a resume yet. 

It was hard not to feel discouraged.  They all knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but to have a setback on day one… it felt like a slap in the face.  And while he did need another pair of hands, once demo was done, he was going to be a teacher too, and he knew there was going to be fuck-ups that he was going to have to take time to fix. 

The only good part of his day was sitting right next to him.

He looked at her while she gazed thoughtfully back at him.  She’d asked if he wanted to bring him dinner and he’d told her about Tony’s generous sandwiches, and that she should not to wait up.  Somehow, he knew she would anyway.  And she’d clearly done some cleaning.  There were no more boxes in the living room waiting to be unpacked, and the bathroom was definitely cleaner than he’d left it.   Everything she did was so thoughtful, so appreciated.  He wondered idly of she knew how much he loved her.

“We should get you to bed.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes looking into his soul.

He nodded and finished the last of his beer.  It was uncanny how she could read him.

They left the empties on the table and headed to the bedroom.  Kristoff stripped to his boxers while Anna changed into her pyjamas and they crawled into bed together.   He hugged her close and had just managed to get out the words ‘I love you’, then he was fast asleep. 

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

It had been one hell of a week.  The ups and downs Kristoff felt were intense. 

It began with Tony’s nephew, Enzo.  The kid appeared eager, but he was greener than green.  He’d graduated high school a couple of months prior and turned eighteen over the summer, flitting from fast food job to fast food job until he ended up on Tony’s couch when his parents kicked him out for not holding down a steady job.

Everything needed to be explained, and by quitting time on Tuesday, Kristoff felt panicky over how little they managed to get done.  He sent Enzo home with Tony and continued working, even though his body was bone weary.  At least Tony had left him with a couple more delicious sandwiches.

The next day was better, but not much.  Kristoff still had to explain what exactly the kid was to demo and what was to be left alone.  He watched him like a hawk to make sure he wasn’t going to have to fix something that was supposed to stay in place rather than be removed.   By the end of his day, Enzo seemed to have caught on a bit better, but he still had an abundance of questions.  Kristoff remained as patient as possible with the kid.  He remembered what it was like when he was coming up in construction, and how he’d get barked at for not knowing something that he was there to learn.  There truly were some asshole foremen out there. 

Sven had expanded the ad to include workers for all positions, first year to journeyman, and there were four interviews set up for the week.  Of the four, two never showed, one came in with an arrogance and poor attitude that Sven knew would not mesh with Kristoff, and one was hired.  He was slotted to show up the following Monday and both Kristoff and Sven had their fingers crossed that he would.

When he wasn’t doing interviews, Sven went to look at jobs.  Three calls had come in and he took as many pictures as possible for Kristoff to help him do the quote.  It wasn’t that Sven didn’t know how to do it, he just didn’t have the same formula that Kristoff did, and his prices always came out too high.  So far, they’d never been in the red on any job Kristoff had priced, so they always went with his cost.  Only right now that was going to be Sven’s job, which was why he was coming to the job site over the weekend so Kristoff could talk him through it while he worked. 

At least Enzo had agreed to some overtime and would be there to help.  The kid proved to be a quick learner, and by the end of the week, he was mostly working independently. 

Having stayed very late every other day of the week, Kristoff was all too eager to knock off early on Friday afternoon, despite how far behind the job was.  He was in dire need of some rest. 

Kristoff tripped going up the stairs into the house, his legs were so tired.  He caught himself on the railing and hauled his weary body up to the door.  Inside, he kicked off his boots and wandered over to the couch, collapsing onto it face fist in his dirty clothes to catch his breath for five minutes before he jumped into the shower. Instead, he fell asleep, and Anna woke him up with a gentle shake when she got home. 

While he hadn’t intended to take a nap, he was glad he did, because he felt refreshed enough to do something he’d been too tired to do all week.  He pulled Anna with him into the bathroom, and they made love in the shower.

Afterward they shared a pizza and a couple of stiff rum and cokes while they looked over all the pictures and plans of the jobs Sven had looked at.  Kristoff felt an itch to start pricing them right then, but he knew he needed Sven to learn this.  Anna too perhaps someday.  But she was still working hard at setting up her replacement, and while she continuously offered to help him with anything, they would do just fine with Sven taking the reins. 

His bored ass needed more to do anyway.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

Sven walked into the deli on Saturday morning and looked around, then his worried eyes met Kristoff’s.  He put the sledgehammer down and walked over to his friend while Enzo continued on his task.

“Fuck, man.  I thought you were further ahead than this.”

Kristoff let out a heavy sigh.  “I know.  We are behind.”

“Way behind,” Sven said pointedly. 

Feeling instantly frustrated, Kristoff lashed out.  “What the fuck do you want me to do, Sven?  I’m here all weekend, aren’t I?  You want me to sleep here too?”

Sven let out his own frustrated sigh.  “No, I’m sorry.  I know how hard you’re working.  And I feel bad for dumping all this on you.  I’m just worried.”

“You and me both.  That new hire better show up on Monday.”

His friend nodded.  “He will.  I have a good feeling about the guy.”

“He’s the third year?”  Sven nodded.  “Well, I guess he’ll know a thing or two,” he said quietly so that Enzo would not overhear.  The kid was trying really hard. 

“On the bright side, I have a half dozen interviews booked next week.”

“Yeah?  How many you thinking we need?”

“If they show up and aren’t jackasses, all of them.”

Kristoff’s brow furrowed.  “What?”

“I got three more jobs to look at on Monday.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, man.  The calls just keep coming in.  Anna definitely upped our visibility on google.”

Kristoff felt a little blindsided.  Neither one of them had mentioned anything about this to him.  He’d thought what was coming in was something that they could handle.

Apparently, Sven could read his expression.  He said, “Look, I know how much you have on your plate right now.  I want to step up and pull my weight by taking care of everything else.”

“And that includes all the business decisions now?” Kristoff snapped.  He was irrationally pissed. 

Sven looked like he was going to match Kristoff’s anger, then seemed to think better of it.  He took a calming breath.   “No, that’s not what I’m doing.  I’m trying to make the model that you and Anna gave me, work.  And don’t you think that you aren’t the forefront of my mind with every decision that I am making.”

Kristoff felt bad for getting angry.  He was stressed and way overtired.  And Sven knew that.  He nodded. “Yeah, okay.  I get it.”

“I’m not saying we are going to get all these jobs, but if we do, I want to have people in place.”

“And if we don’t get any of them?” Kristoff asked, supressing another heavy sigh.

Sven shrugged.  “We’re pretty fucked then, I guess.”

Kristoff groaned and sat right down on the dusty floor and put his face in his hands.  “Fuck, I am so stressed about all this.”

Sven sat across from him, getting his fanciest pair of jeans all dirty.  “I can tell.  We can all tell.  Why do you think I’ve been trying to do all this without burdening you more than I already have.  I mean, you have to work and talk me through how to price these jobs.  I feel kind of worthless right now.”

“You’re not,” Kristoff muttered, looking at his hands and digging out some dirt from under his nails.  “I know how hard you’re working too while you’re healing.”

A presence loomed over them.  “Coffee break?”

Both of them looked up at Enzo, smiling down at them.  Kristoff was telling Sven the night before how much potential the kid was showing.  They were going to get him in the apprentice program right away and Kristoff had a feeling that he was going to be one of the people still there at the end, whether they found the success they were looking for, or not.  As baffing as it was to Kristoff, the kid really looked up to him.

“Hey, kid.  Nice to finally meet you,” Sven said as he stood up to shake his hand.

Kristoff was happy to see the stiffness disappearing from Sven’s movements as he took to his own feet.

“Nice to meet you too, sir.”  Enzo smiled.

“Sir?  Woah, Nelly!  That’s Boss Man to you, young lad.”

Enzo grinned wider, clearly clicking with Sven’s vibe.  “Anything you say, Boss Man.”

They all laughed.  Even Kristoff, and then they stepped outside to grab a steaming cup of joe from Tony’s food truck. 

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

By Sunday afternoon when they were done for the day, Kristoff was so spent, he had Enzo drive him home, then called the kid an Uber and invited him inside to wait for the car.  He was so damn tired he didn’t trust himself behind the wheel.

Sitting at their kitchen table with Anna, Enzo looked a little beside himself as Kristoff passed them each a bottle of beer.  The kid was nervous in one of those excited ways, like he thought it was the coolest thing in the world to be sitting at Kristoff’s table with a beer while worrying about not acting weird. 

A thought struck him and Kristoff raised an eyebrow at the kid.  “Surely this isn’t your first beer?”

“No, no.” Enzo shook his head quickly.  “Not at all.  Me and my buddy used to get his older brother to buy us beer in high school.”

Kristoff smiled, remembering back to his days.  It was the same.  Find someone with a fake ID, or find someone to buy them beer that they would take to ball diamond by the park and drink under the bleachers.  They sure thought they were cool as fuck back then.  Drinking cheap, bitter beer that everyone seemed to scrunch their nose at with every sip.  But damn if they didn’t tell themselves that it tasted great.

Him and Sven would walk home after their other friends had left, acting a little tipsier than either of them really were and arguing about who was more wasted off of two beers.  They were big guys, and while drinking was new to them, they were far from being drunk.

It was like that every weekend.  They either camped out at Sven’s place, or at Kristoff’s.  Living a block apart, they always seemed to be in each other’s houses, and their parents were happy that they got along so well.  They each became a second family to the boys.

They never argued.  Never had a disagreement that they couldn’t talk out before one of them said something they didn’t mean.  And it was like that forever, until that one job had them so overworked that they both snapped.  It was like everything they’d ever wanted to say to each other their entire lives came out in an explosive argument in front of the van, standing in the parking lot outside the place they were working on.

Sven ended up just walking away and Kristoff never waited for him to come back.  The guy knew his own way home. 

The entire drive home, he felt the burn of shame for what he’d said.  All the things he’d thrown in Sven’s face.  All the things that were thrown in his.  This was not them.  But fuck if he wasn’t still furious at it all.

The next day, Kristoff went to pick Sven up and waited in front of his apartment complex for ten minutes with his texts going unanswered before he gave up and drove to work.  There was Sven, working away and looked pissed off about it.  He’d driving himself in his own car.  Kristoff got to work beside him, neither of them saying a word the entire day.  They worked into the night and Sven was the one to leave first, peeling his tires out of the parking lot while Kristoff packed up his tools. 

He was more enraged than ever that Sven wouldn’t even be civil enough to let him know he was driving himself.  The next morning, he never went by Sven’s place at all.  He was just pulling up in his car while Kristoff was unpacking his tools from the van.  Another day of not talking except to grunt out an answer to a work question, and Kristoff started to feel a deep sense of melancholy at realization that the friendship, and their business, was likely over. 

They’d both said so many things.  It was hard to come back from speaking so vehemently. 

They finished the job completely the next day and it was as chilly as ever between them.  When they both drove home separately, the only thing on Kristoff’s mind was where they would find themselves on Monday morning.  They were slotted to be at their next job after the weekend.  Would the two days off be enough to cool the minds that had been so in sync since they met that they truly felt like brothers.

His weekend was miserable, thinking about what had happened with Sven, which was severely fucking with his ability to catch up on his sleep.  By Sunday morning, he knew he needed an answer, or he was going to lose his damn mind. 

He picked up his phone and started to type a text, asking if Sven would be up to talk.  Just as he pressed send, a message from Sven popped up on his screen, saying more or less the same thing.  Kristoff grinned, and called Sven right away.  How uncanny they sent the same thought at virtually the same time.

After laughing about that, they both apologized.  And while there was still going to be some hurt that they carried for a while because of it, both of them agreed that their friendship was stronger than an argument, even if it was a vicious one. 

“Kristoff?”

He looked at Anna, pulled from memory.  “Yeah?”

“Enzo asked you how you got into construction.”

Kristoff looked at the kid.  “Shit.  Sorry.  Kind of zoned out there.”

Anna giggled.  “We could tell.”

“How I got into it, huh?” Kristoff said, rubbing his fingers down his chin.  “Well, I guess it had a lot to do with my Pop.  He built houses.  I went to work with him quite a few times over the summers when I was out of school, Sven did too actually, and I just really liked it.  You know, seeing everything take shape.  Start from a hole in the ground to a finished house that will be someone’s home someday.”

Enzo was nodding enthusiastically.  “Yeah.  Like, I can’t wait to see how the deli turns out.”

Kristoff smiled at the kid.  He’d had the same look on his face when he was hanging out with the guys after work for a beer when he was old enough to drink.  It was the camaraderie and a feeling of finally finding something that you know you can be happy doing for the rest of your life, even if it was hard work. 

He said, “I can tell your uncle has been thinking about the reno for a long time.  It’s definitely going to look awesome.”

They chatted for a few more minutes until the Uber arrived and Enzo thanked them for the beer with a wave as he went down the walkway to the street.  Kristoff shut the door and leaned over to rest his forehead against it.  He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this tired, and that included the fatigue that led to the fight between him and Sven.   Perhaps it was because he was getting older.

Small hands, gentle but firm, worked their way up his shoulder blades and onto his shoulders, massaging the muscles there.

“Fuck that feels good,” he muttered, head still pressed against the door.

“Go have a shower and then I’ll give you a full body,” Anna said behind him, voice low and sultry. 

He smiled and turned around in her arms.  She clasped her hands behind his neck as he bent down to kiss her.  “Only if you join me,” he said, and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. 

*****

In reality, showering with someone wasn’t always the best.  It meant that someone was always out of the hot stream of water at some point.  There was logistics involved that proved it to be more trouble than it was worth.  Except, Kristoff had somehow cracked that code, and showering with him was an intensely gratifying experience. 

Perhaps it was the design of his shower.  The fact that it was a walk in with a glass door, a big rainfall showerhead, and jets set underneath along the wall that could be adjusted to shoot the water in any desired direction.  Her back braced in the corner, Kristoff pressed against her and holding her up with him, she was warm, very comfortable and being given unspeakable pleasure by the man that she was madly in love with. 

Afterward, as they toweled off and dressed, Anna pondered her life before Kristoff was in it and found it was a little hard to remember.  The job sure, her family, friends, that wasn’t what was hazy… it was what she did with her time without him.  It was what was on her mind before she met him.  It was knowing that she had felt lonely before, only it was hard to imagine that now, even if Kristoff was working some seriously long hours. 

He had become her entire world and there was nothing that she would not do for him. 

Luckily, her protégé at work was picking up on the role that Anna had held very well, and that meant that she only had one more week and then she’d be packing up her office.  Already she’d been bringing things home every day, plucking them off the bookshelves they all built and feeling a sort of regret that she didn’t get to enjoy them for very long. 

With Kristoff working so late, Anna went about completely setting up and stocking the home office that her and Sven would be working in.  The furniture had been delivered the week before and Anna had unpacked, assembled, and moved everything into place herself.   Kristoff, of course, had noticed and showed her his gratitude in his affections.  It was amazing being with a man and not having to fear missing out on an orgasm when they had sex.  He always left her satisfied, and more often than not, more than once.

Even when she wanted to selflessly pleasure him by taking him into her mouth, he flipped her onto her back afterward and returned the favour, not taking Anna’s – admittedly, rather insincere – protests for an answer.  Truth was she would never turn down such affections.  Anna had never been so horny in her entire life and Kristoff was feeding her hunger very well. 

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1934 Pt2 - Saying Goodbye

One crisp fall day, Anabelle woke early to tend the garden. With the winter season coming soon she knew they would soon have to move on from their camp and food would become scarce. Kailee soon came out to join her and the two settled into an easy conversation.

"I'm glad to see you and Kye worked things out."

Anabelle flushed thinking about what 'working it out' looked like. Her stomach turned and she massaged her neck anxiously.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't pry. I just worry about him and I've seen how much he's grown with you."

A wave of nausea flooded her again and she leaned back against the hay bails.

"Everything okay? Your anxiety flaring up again?"

Anabelle wanted to say yes but it was getting harder to deny what she knew had to be true. She covered her face with her hands. "I'm such a fool!"

"Anabelle, what's going on? What happened?"

"I thought we could just enjoy each other. I thought maybe things would work out once the economy got better. I can't believe I was so stupid."

Kailee's heart sank as she put her arm around her, "Are you-"

"I'm pregnant Kailee."

Silence surrounded them for a moment as the words sunk in "You should tell Kye"

"No!" She wiped away her tears her face becoming firm. "He doesn't want this. He made it clear. This is my fault, I should have been paying better attention and I'm going to take care of it...alone"

Once Anabelle had voiced it out loud, her path became clear. She had to leave before it became too obvious, before Kye had the chance to figure it out. "You've been awfully quiet tonight." She'd avoided him all night but once the others were asleep he slid his arms around her.

She didn't say anything, her thoughts becoming too loud. She wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to keep her thoughts clear...but she couldn't, not with him. The more he touched her the more she longed for it to never stop.

Just one more night.

Her mind made up, she turned toward him. Why was it that the look in his eyes made everything fade away. "Something's up."

"No, everything's perfect." It wasn't a lie. In that moment everything was perfect. She didn't want to think of other moments.

Kye held her as they lay back in the grass. The heat from the fire made the air suffocating despite the autumn breeze. He knew there was something wrong when she pulled herself desperately on top of him. He brushed her cheek forcing her to look into his eyes She was so distant.

He rolled her off him and sat up. "Kye?" She looked at him with those sad eyes.

He wished they didn't kill him. He didn't want to care but he did. "Talk to me. Why are you so distant tonight?"

"I...I don't want to think about it."

His hand moved under her shirt. "Fine"

He had her in her underwear before she could hardly blink. She could feel his frustration as he buried his face in her chest. She desperately wanted to stay present but she couldn't keep her mind from wandering. He wouldn't understand. When she disappeared he would blame himself.

"Hey!" he admonished her and she focused on him. "You're not supposed to be thinking about it. Just me remember"

She sighed, "I guess I'm killing the mood"

She tried to get up but he refused to give up so easy, he wrapped his arms around her, "You're not getting away that easy"

It struck him then what was happening: The distance, the disconnect, even the way she was looking at him now as if she would sear herself into his memory. The way she touched him like she never wanted to forget. He had told her he didn't want more so this was her goodbye.

They eventually fell asleep by the fire, his arm draped over her like those nights she had slept in his tent. If only they could go back to the innocence of those nights when it was just sleeping and talking. She pushed him away gently and sat up. She couldn't wait any longer.

She dressed and grabbed the few things she owned, slipping from the tent into the still night. Her heart jumped into her throat when she heard his voice, "So, you really are just going to slip out in the middle of the night."

He was going to make it difficult.

He stood to his feet, "Are you coming back?"

She took a deep breath and turned toward him forcing a smile and a lie. "I hope so. I just have to return home for a bit then I'll find you." She turned away quickly hoping she had hid her tears.

"Wait!" She didn't dare turn around.

He scrambled into his pants and ran after her but he suddenly didn't know what to say. He could tell her he liked her, that he'd changed his mind. He wanted her to stay, to see where things went, maybe even consider a family...but the words lodged in his throat.

He was too terrified to say those words. It was better this way. She could go and have the life she dreamed of. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her one last time. "It won't be the same here without you. But I understand."

"If only you actually could understand."

She climbed on the bike and he forced her to look at him, wrapping his arms around her. So many things he wanted to tell her. But he was so afraid it would turn out be a lie and she'd be even more hurt. He couldn't say it when she was standing there with the strength to leave.

She finally broke the kiss and he watched as she rode away. He didn't want to hope that he would see her again when everything screamed that it was over. "I think I'm in love with you." He whispered to the darkness and perhaps it was only darkness that would ever love him back.

1935 Pt1 - A Lonely Birth

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Dinner at Home

There’s so many scars. Each time he stops by they grow in number. Different shapes, different directions, depths, and intensities.

Knocking on Sanemi’s door is always refreshing. As soon as he sees him he scowls and walks off, but he always leaves the door open. Rengoku leaves his sandals at the door, bag of ingredients in hand. 

“Dinner?”

Sanemi throws an affirming grunt his way, somewhere from deep in the inner rooms of his home and Rengoku makes his way to the kitchen. Sanemi can be hard to read. But Rengoku has a knack for it by now. Each grunt, each moan, each tip of the nose reveals something new. Each and every time. Even if Sanemi tells him he’s exaggerating. 

Heavy footsteps plod across the hardwood floor and Rengoku takes a moment to browse on his way to the kitchen. Like he does every time. There’s no decorations. No personables. Never anything that Sanemi has bought personally to make his home look lived in. Only little things that Rengoku has left around. Senjuro’s gift he’d been meaning to come back for, a gardenia he preserved for Sanemi after he trampled it during a joint mission, and a collection of empty glass vials waiting to be refilled. Senjuro’s gift, a pretty piece of cloth, was something he’d bought for his older brother when they were younger. Bright red and patterned with autumn leaves, Senjuro said he thought it should belong to him. So he bought it with his with money scrimped from who knows where. Rengoku only uses it for the utmost important things. Rengoku wonders if Sanemi used it for important things too or if he used it at all. He hums, turning on the sink and dumping his ingredients out on the counter top.

“What’s on the menu?” 

A set of footsteps comes in over the rush of water from the sink. He can hear the grunt of a stretch and the crack of bones. Suddenly, washing vegetables becomes the second most important thing on his mind. But he remains steady, diligently washing leafy green after red tomato. Sanemi’s arms encompass him and pull him tight against his chest, chin resting on his shoulder as pushes Rengoku closer and closer to the countertop edge. Until he’s got Rengoku’s hips pressed just a little too closely to the edge of the sink. He smells sweet and his weight is calming. Rengoku is glad he came by today. The heat of Sanemi’s body rolls off of him in waves, staving off the chill that's crept deep in his chest. It’s cold in his home. Even though there are so many visitors, often times, it feels like it's just him. Sanemi likes his privacy and his isolation. He doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t answer them in return. Rengoku assumes that he is enough to heat his own space and he’s not stupid enough to think that Sanemi has any lack of company. But still it’s nice. Sanemi does not speak gently, but he’s mindful. Mindful of the way he speaks to him. Mindful of the way he handles him. That’s a lot more than he’s asking for. Rengoku turns his head to look at him and Sanemi is stares right back. 

“Meat!” 

He presents a wooden box filled with ice and thin slices of meat and with a snort he is released. Sanemi walks off, maybe to start on the rice or maybe set the table, but Rengoku is left alone to reflect. Sanemi is comforting in the fact that he can be just as intense as him. It’s almost a little disconcerting meeting someone with the same amount of energy. Sanemi is more intimidating, but Rengoku is more outwardly jarring. Rengoku’s intense is an excitement, a joy of living, of battle, of creating bonds. Sanemi’s is one of violence, intent to harm if not immediately left to his own devices, pride in his own strength, and pride in his ability to do his job and do it well. But over time Rengoku has noticed that he and Sanemi are the same in a lot more ways than one and it's comforting to have someone who won’t question it when you say you want to be held, that you want to talk, or even just want someone different to have dinner with. 

Sanemi is also becoming increasingly more attractive. Not in the traditional since, but then again neither is Rengoku, Sanemi might be more conventionally attractive than himself. But It’s hard not to steal glances while he chops up lettuce. They’re the same height and build, but Sanemi is infinitely more interesting to look at. There’s so many scars. Each time he stops by they grow in number. Different shapes, different directions, depths, and intensities. In stark contrast to the constant on and off of his personality. It makes him want to dig a little deeper. Just to see the true nature of Shinazugawa. 

Sanemi’s scowl never leaves his face not even when he’s doing something mundane like putting lids on clay pots. He can tell from the way the that Sanemi shuffles carefully over that the pot is filled to the brim. Too full of water and rice. But his muscles don’t give it away. His biceps barely flex with the effort of holding it, the grip of his fingers make it seem like he’s barely trying.

The pot comes down next to his lettuce with a thud. The sleeves of their uniforms brushing together just so. 

“Pay attention when you’re chopping things up. If you don’t you’ll hurt yourself.” Sanemi doesn’t spare him a glance as he stoops to light his stove. Sanemi never says anything gently. Or sweetly. Or kindly. But he certainly tries more and more when they’re alone together. Loud, raucous laughter wafts from above. 

“Remember when you wouldn’t even let me stay the night? Now you’re going soft on me.” Rengoku jabs, rinsing the lettuce.

“I won’t tonight if you keep testing my patience.” 

There was a point in time where Rengoku would have taken that threat seriously. Backed off and let Sanemi stew in whatever sore spot he’d accidentally leaned on. But it’s starting to become less and less of a concern. The threat in his voice is there, but only in spirit. 

Rengoku takes a seat next to him.

“Would you like a drink?” he asks, bumping their shoulders.

“Nope.”

“No?” 

“No.” 

“Oh...”

Hm. Interesting.

“Well! How are you?” A conversation between them that didn’t involve at least a bit of alcohol? It’s never been attempted, so the best bet is to start small. Even though they’re sweating through their uniforms on the kitchen floor now's as good a time as any. Everything they’ve ever known about each other has been pieced together from drunken confessions, post-sex prattle, and a keen sense of observation. 

Sanemi’s thinking hard, staring straight at the iron door of his stove.

“Fine.” He sniffs out.

Rengoku waits a beat, a sneaking suspicion that his previous statement won’t be reciprocated.

“Did you do anything interesting today?” 

Sanemi is engrossed in his thinking again. Brows furrowed and scratching his neck idly. Laughter rakes through him.

“Shinazugawa.” Rengoku says through cackles “You don’t have to think so hard about it.” 

“I’m not!” Sanemi supplies, loud and and irritated, leaning into his space. Rengoku holds out a hand to make some room between them, but the laughter doesn’t stop. He always knew that Sanemi was maladjusted. Just not to this extent. 

“It’s okay! Not everyone’s strong suit is conversation! We can continue to work on it. If you would like.” Rengoku says, straightening his back. “Normally, if you didn’t do anything interesting, you can just say so! Don’t think so hard about it!”

“I didn’t.” Sanemi huffs, shifting his weight.

“What did you do then?” Rengoku scoots a bit closer. 

“Nothing. I told you already.” 

“You said you didn’t do anything interesting! So, you didn’t do anything at all before I came?” 

“I sat outside and ate. That's about it.” 

“So you really didn’t do anything!? You just sat here?”

“And ate.” 

“And that's it? You didn’t even train?!”

“Nope.”

“So you sat here?”

“Yep.”

“Waiting?”

Sanemi turns on him with a murderous look. Rengoku leans all of his weight on to Sanemi’s shoulder, staring at him wide-eyed and all smiles. 

“For me?”

“I’ll put you in the dirt.” Sanemi still looks murderous, brows scrunched and mouth twisted into a nasty grin, layering the intimidation on thick won’t hide the truth from Rengoku. His cheeks are red. Just a little.

Sanemi has a way of making Rengoku’s insecurities melt away. They weren’t this close when they started this affair, but even back then he still felt a sense of want from him. Even if he said otherwise he enjoyed his company. Enjoyed the time they spent together. He enjoyed Rengoku. It’s only seemed to intensify since then.

Sanemi shoots up. Quickly lifting the lid of the clay pot. Rengoku barely manages to save himself from landing face first on the floor.

“Please use a towel next time! The lids are just as hot as the pot!” Rengoku says, pushing himself up from his new position on the floor “Also! Normally, when you’re dealing with a lover, you give them a warning before you drop them on the floor!” 

It’s Sanemi’s turn to laugh.

“I don’t feel it.” he says between chuckles 

Rengoku notes the very distinct lack of denial of his position, something that, only a few months ago would have earned him the doghouse. Another new development.

“Still if you burn yourself you won’t be able to hold your sword right.” 

“It’s burned.”

“Your hand?”

“The rice.”

“Surely not! It’s only been a couple of minutes!” 

“Try again. It’s been at least an hour.” 

Sanemi smirks. Not an ugly one this time and not a maniacal one, but a genuine cocky smirk. A cat who’s got the cream.

“Certainly not!” Rengoku laughs loud and full of mirth.

“Have a gander then.” he says, pulling Rengoku up and pointing toward the giant window over the counter top “Does it look like it's only been a couple of minutes?”

 Sure as the night sky comes, dusk is creeping in. It feels like he’s only been there for 30 minutes

“I didn’t notice! I’m a little ashamed...” Rengoku has the good graces to look at least a little embarrassed while he’s browsing for another pan to start frying meat.

“It’s alright. I didn’t expect you to...Since you’ve been staring at me this whole time.” Sanemi cackles out. 

Rengoku quickly grabs the nearest pan.

“Now for the meat!” Rengoku lets out another laugh. Wild-eyed and searching for anything to grease the pan with. But he can’t hide from Sanemi. He’s cheeks are red. Just a little.

While he’s cooking the meat it becomes apparent that Sanemi is not going to give him any space to breathe. He’s not hovering over him per se, but it’s apparent in the way that he’s inching closer and watching every movement he makes that he’s not interested in waiting in the next room. The stove is cooking him slowly and Sanemi’s slow invasion is pushing a slow, but steady sense of inevitable subjugation deep in his gut. His button up is sticking to his skin and a thin layer of fat and grease has made a new home on his skin. Rengoku abandons the meat for a moment and slips out of his jacket first. Rolling up the sleeves of his newly exposed button up.

“Aren’t you hot? It’s stifling.” Rengoku unsnaps the first few of his buttons.

“Do I look hot to you?” Sanemi is eyeing his neck with a very naked hunger. “You’re sweating a lot, though.” Sanemi closes the space in between them, clasping a hand around the back of Rengoku’s neck.

“It’ll burn.”

“Take it off.”

Whatever’s left of dinner is forgotten until the next meeting. The trip to Sanemi’s room is rough. Punctuated with strings of deep bites and messy kisses. Rengoku lets out a moan when his back meets the bed. Sanemi is tears at his buttons, popping each one with slow methodical purpose. 

“You know better. You should be naked before you step through the front door.” Rengoku shivers, grinding and grinding against the leg pressed in between his thighs. Sanemi drags his nails across a dusky pink nipple, running his hand over the hard muscles of his stomach. Grabbing hold of the waistband of his pants, he pulls with impatience. Rengoku is delighted, Shucking the remains of his button up and admiring the man tearing through him with reckless abandon.

He wants to tear, too. Rend and tear and taste and sample until he’s had his fill of the man ripping through his very being. He desires the violent intensity that Sanemi does everything with and so he pushes. Pushes Sanemi right onto his back, pulling him out of his uniform jacket and pulling on the tab of his belt.

“I do” he pants, warm and rushed, “I know better.” heat pools in his gut at the thought. The thought that he does know better and the thought that Sanemi wants him to. He noses at Sanemi’s erection, trying to kiss and suck his way through the fabric of his pants “Let me make it up to you.” Rengoku pulls at his bottoms until they’re in some far, forgotten corner of the room. Laving kitten licks across his balls, breathe coming hot and heavy. “Let me.” 

Sanemi hooks a thumb in his mouth, Pressing against the meat of his tongue. Rengoku is enamored the slow, rouch circles he’s drawing, synced up with the long strokes of the cock in his hand.

Sanemi presses down harder, watching the slavia run down his chin and drip obscenely on to his thigh. 

“You’re pretty easy tonight. What's gotten into you today?” Amusement laces his voice and Sanemi switches thumb, wrapping one hand  into his hair and letting the other keep his open. Rengoku lets out a quiet whimper the head of the arousal in front of him resting on his tongue. The taste of precum runs across his tongue, salty and familiar, it drives him up a wall. There’s drool running from his mouth onto the sheets beneath him and Sanemi is rocking thick and rough against open wetness of his mouth, jamming into his soft palate just often enough to remind him of his position. Rengoku doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. Even if he did, he couldn’t answer.  All he wants to do is fuck right now. Introspection can wait. Right now, he’s desperate to get his hands elsewhere.

“Hey.” There’s enough bass in his voice for Rengoku’s hand to come to a complete stop. Sanemi is teasing. He has been, nonstop, all night. All he wants to do is please and be pleased. “You ask for permission before you touch my things.” 

Another full bodied shiver runs through him, he’s so hard. His cock is an angry red and dripping under the absolute supervision of Sanemi Shinazugawa. The man above him ceases all ministrations. Hanging hard and heavy on Rengoku’s tongue. 

“So what do we say, handsome?” Sanemi asks, from his sitting position. 

“Please.” Rengoku quivers. It’s jumbled and barely recognizable, but Sanemi keeps his jaw pushed open and his cock pressed close to the heat of his tongue. 

“‘Please’? Just ‘please’?”

“Pretty please?” Sanemi actually laughs. Loud, unashamed, and genuine. Rengoku would kill to hear it again.

“I’m in charge, ain’t I? Address me accordingly.”

“Please, sir. Please, please, please.” malformed please after please drops and Rengoku realizes he’s losing his mind. He’s dripping wet and he needs something to take the edge off. Even if it’s just a little. Sanemi lets go of his jaw. 

“Only if you promise you won’t cum.” 

Rengoku nods, closing his mouth and hollowing out his cheeks. Sanemi chuckles tugging on his hair. Rengoku stills fisting his cock, the friction of his hand uncomfortable and rough. Sanemi hands him a little can of lubricant.

“Take care when you open up.” Sanemi grinds out, as fucks into the warm wet of Rengoku’s mouth. He’s not careful when he puts in the first finger and not when he puts in the second. He pounds into himself while Sanemi uses him. It’s all so good. So delicious. His scalp aches from the tightness of Sanemi’s grip and his balls slap loudly against his chin with each upward thrust. The tears start to roll from the roughness, from the lack of air. He’s stretching himself open on three fingers by the time Sanemi decides he’s had enough of his mouth. Sanemi slides out with a slick, satisfying pop.

“Look at you.” Sanemi runs a finger over his lips enamoured by how they glisten under the light of the moon, “Messy slut.” fondness creeps into his tone. The tears might blur his vision, but Sanemi can’t hide from him. He doesn’t think he’s trying to anymore.

“Come on.” Rengoku lays back on the sheets, spreads his legs and bears everything for him. From the mess he’s made of his hole to the angry red of his arousal he. Sanemi sucks in a sharp breath. The man underneath him is beautiful in his shamelessness. Sweet and desperate and willing to beg if Sanemi says so. He’s out of control and he’s set fire to something deep and inexplicable in Sanemi’s heart. He sinks his teeth into the meat of his bottom lip and runs a finger across his slick entrance.

“Come on?” Sanemi chuckles breathily letting his finger run circles around the rim “Do it again and say it right this time. What do we say, handsome?” 

Rengoku presses back chasing the sweet tease at his entrance, but Sanemi doesn’t satisfy. Pulling back just enough to remind him of his station. Rengoku grabs a handful of the sheets to ground himself. The tongue slowly making its way up his neck is driving him insane , it’s everything Rengoku could ask for. The moan he lets out is loud and deep and completely unkempt and the shake of his legs and thighs is violent and Sanemi can feel the slick slide of cum dripping down his stomach.

Sanemi shoots up and the first thing he sees is the debauchery that is Rengoku Kyojuro. The tears, the deep red flush running from face to chest, the tears, the cum settling in the dip of his stomach, the heavy breathing of a man trying to gain some sense of control back, the clear round slide of tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Please.” 

Sanemi prides him himself on his strength. He’s worked hard to get to where he is now and he wants that acknowledged

“Please.”

But there’s a siren in his bedroom and his call is wrecked and debauched and every thing Sanemi never thought it would be. He is hypnotizing. 

“Please, sir. Pretty please.”

Sanemi is absolutely weak for the siren spread butterfly on his bed. 

Sanemi guides himself along. Sliding in slow, taking his time for once in his life. He’s done this many, many times before, but tonight there’s something about Rengoku. He’s tight and hot and wet and gripping him all the right ways. And he’s on his back. He doesn’t think he’s ever had him on his back. He’s astonishingly beautiful under the dim light of the stars. Sanemi leans down. Sliding his tongue over the seam of his lips. Obediently, Rengoku opens. The kiss is nice. Slow and gently. Just like the way Sanemi pushes into Rengoku. But he can only take so much. He wraps his arms around Rengoku. Holding him tight and pulling them into sitting position.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” 

Rengoku plants tired kisses on to his forehead. 

“Not until you cum.” 

Sanemi pounds into him. Quick, relentless, and harsh. Sanemi is sure he’s hurting him with how hard he’s squeezing torso. But he absolutely can’t let up. Not until he’s milked for every last drop. Rengoku’s body is honest. Tight and hot around him, he comes for the second time tonight. Light breathy moans pressed against his temple. The seize of Rengoku’s tight heat drags Sanemi’s orgasm out of him all at once. Punches one long rough moan out of him as he slams into him for the final time that night.

Rengoku is out like a light before Sanemi can even pull out. 

Meat for breakfast sounds fantastic.

[burning-fcols]

"Oh that's your boyfriend? Wanna invite him to that kegger we're having?" (duke for rusty) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ-ꜱᴛxʀꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ No. ❞ Rusty snaps, a bit more forcefully than he should if he wants to avoid questions. Not that there's much possibility of that when dealing with Duke. Rusty may reluctantly enjoy the fellow canine's company— his incessant need to poke his nose into Rusty's business is familiar and helpful —but he wouldn't complain if his RELATIONSHIP wasn't part of the equation. It's one thing for Duke to throw himself into a fight on Rusty's behalf. It's another entirely for him to pester Rusty about his potentially pissed at him boyfriend.

Right now, they're not exactly broken up. No one had uttered the dreaded phrase this time. Although it has lost all meaning at this point. ( it's happened a couple times since they got to college ) Both aware they only want each other and WILL end up together, yet too stubborn to make the first move to apologize. Heated words and stupid, impulse decisions tend to be the norm with the two. An exciting and also AGGRAVATING part of their dynamic Rusty hopes they'll eventually grow out of. That's how it works, right? Maturing with time?

This time, the argument hadn't gotten that far. Unfortunately, it's because they were interrupted and never FINISHED what they were bitching about. Frankly, Rusty can't remember. But he'll be damned if he goes to Autumn unprepared so the deer can make him look stupid before temporarily tossing him aside. Stuck in an impasse, he now has to figure out how to start a conversation with his boyfriend without getting SNATCHED back into a paused argument... and he can't decide if that'll be harder or easier the longer he waits. He's not exactly eager to find out.

❝ Trust me— ❞ Not the best way for Rusty to start ANY conversation. Waving an arm across his body, ears lay back and fur bristles as he explains, ❝ —the last thing we need is to go to your stupid kegger together. I just want to go there, get drunk, and deal with my bitchy boyfriend LATER. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[misteria247]

Y'all ever wonder how 07 Leo deals with the temperature changes whenever he comes home to NYC??

Like if you really think about it the dude was literally in Central America for two years, which means he was in a much more humid climate and atmosphere, was surrounded by jungle growth and overwhelming heat waves during the summer months. Basically he was in an extremely warm climate for a very long time and suddenly he comes back home and after the Winters incident he's staying put. Like could you imagine how autumn must feel like to him?? Just imagine he feels the slightly chilly air and starts to shiver because brrr and his brothers notice it and 07 Mikey's like:

"Dude you okay? You're shivering?"

And 07 Leo being stubborn and feeling slightly stupid for getting cold in autumn is just like:

"Yeah I'm fine don't worry about it."

And it just goes on and the colder it gets the more 07 Leo just starts unconsciously seeking warmer things. Like he'll unintentionally start to lean towards 07 Splinter and leech off his warmth cuz of his fur or he'll snuggle in between 07 Donnie and 07 Raph during movies because omg they're so warm and he's freezing his shell off. As autumn draws to its close and winter gets into gear this blue dummy is literally a shivering disaster. Like I'm talking won't get out of his bed in the morning because the floor's freezing cold, teeth chattering, carrying a blanket around with him cold. At this point everyone notices 07 Leo's behavior and 07 Donnie gets hit with an epiphany and goes:

"Omfg he's cold because he hasn't been in this climate for like two years ugh I can't believe I didn't think of this possibility sooner-"

And he'll go into mother hen mode going to do research on the subject of reintroducing his older brother back into the colder temperatures of NYC instead of the hotter sweltering heat of Central America. 07 Raph meanwhile will hunt down his idiot big brother and once he finds him he's already got a blanket and just tackles him wrapping him up in a blanket burrito going on and on like:

"Why the hell didn't you say anything you moron??? If yer cold then say something for fuck sake-"

Later 07 Leo is literally drowning in blankets and pillows surrounded by his brothers who joined in the little nest to help him warm up. 07 Splinter would bring in hot chocolate and hand the mugs out while 07 Donnie is going over different techniques to help 07 Leo readjust to the weather in North America. 07 Mikey is snuggled up against 07 Leo keeping him warmer via physical contact and because it's been literally two years since they've done anything remotely turtle pile like. 07 Raph would be teasing 07 Leo slightly saying he's gotten old since his trip to Central America if he can't handle a little cold but it's plain to see that he's worried whenever he grabs a corner of the blanket that's falling off of them and placing it back onto them. 07 Splinter will make himself comfortable on the armchair watching his boys warmly and 07 Leo will look around the room, warm and secured and slightly sleepy because God this is really nice and he'll see his father and his warm gaze, his brother 07 Donnie already figuring out ways to help him, leaning up against his one side, his other brother 07 Mikey curled up practically into his side buried beneath the blankets with him, and 07 Raph watching over them and bumping his shoulder with his to comfort him in his own way and think:

'It's good to be home.'

Before drifting off into a small nap with his brothers following one by one.