#finally crawled my way out of a months-long art block yay

[kuriusagiart]

@frattweek Blood/Bar/Trust/Spirit/Pray/Bag

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[Image ID: A 4page comic work about Matt asks Frank to help him to dress up as a bloody dead body using fake blood, ending up with them making out.

The first page shows Matt holding up a bottle of fake blood to Frank. M: "Frank, here. A mission for you." F: "Fake blood?" M: "Foggy and Karen, they insist we go to the bar in costumes." (Background sound: "That's the Halloween spirit!") M: "So I need you to smear fake blood on me. I trust you know how a bloody dead body looks like." F: "...Huh." (drink the fake blood) M: "What?! Wait, it's not..." (Frank grabbing Matt's collar)

The second page is Frank kissing Matt and smearing the fake blood from his mouth on Matt's face while biting his lower lip before letting Matt go. The last panel shows Matt's kissed face with fake blood all over his cheek and chin.

On the third page, they just make out, using the blood-smearing process as an excuse. M: "...Do I look like a bloody dead man now?" F: "Hey, patient." (Pour fake blood on hand) "We are just starting." F: "I can even bring you there in a body bag, you know? Really authentic." M: "Oh, yeah? But am I gonna make it in time?" F: "You can pray, Red. Is it what you do?"

The last page is Foggy dressed up as Chucky and Karen as the head in a plate lady, saying "I am so done with you horny bastards."/End]

[memeilyj]

A Good Night

Hi world!!! So I’ve decided to start writing some things and doing some art. I’m super nervous about sharing it with the world but I want to go for it. This ended up being WAAAAYYY longer than I planned. Too many ideas floating around in my head. It’s not perfect but I’m happy with it being my starting line. 

It’s a reader POV but having Y/N was really throwing me off so I changed it. Yin is Y/N. Just typed a bit differently. 

Word Count: 3.7k ; Pairings: Sort of Bokuto x Reader 

Yin’s phone lit up with an incoming text from Yachi. 

“meet downstairs in 10 minutes!” 

You placed your phone in your back pocket and did the finishing touches of your makeup. With a steady hand, you applied the last swipe of eyeliner and grabbed a darker shade of lipstick for your lips. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, proud of your work, and dropped the tube into your bag. 

You walked over to the jewelry case and grabbed the pieces you thought would look best. After Glancing in the mirror one last time, you leaned down to fasten your shoes. You grabbed your keys, locked the door, and walked down to the lobby area of your housing complex. 

Yachi waved from across the room. “Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I really need to stop moping around! I am tired of thinking about Kuroo and it’s driving me insane. I’m ready to have fun.”

“Trust me, we’re gonna have a great night and the last thing you’ll be thinking about is Kuroo Tetsuro’s big dumb face. It’s been long enough! No more thinking about him!” You grabbed Yachi’s arm and dragged her outside the building towards the road. After hailing a cab, you and Yachi crawled inside and gave the address for a local club Yachi had heard about. 

A few minutes into the drive Yachi let out a small yelp. Looking over to see what happened, you noticed Yachi’s phone had a picture of Yachi’s high school friend Hinata Shoyo with two other guys. “Wait, is Shoyo back in Japan?” you asked. 

“Yes!! I thought it was next week but I guess I mixed up the dates. It looks like he’s here in Tokyo with his teammates!” she explained. 

“Teammates?” 

“Yeah! from MSBY. The one with the blonde hair is Atsumu Miya and the one with the gray hair is Bokuto Koutarou. I wonder where they’re at!” Yachi explained as she fired off a text to Hinata. You smiled at Yachi’s excitement, happy to see her dear friend so animated. Yachi’s relationship with Kuroo had not ended well and it had left you concerned for your friend’s wellbeing. A few months had passed by since the two split, and Yachi was finally beginning to show her sunny personality again. You knew that Hinata being back in Japan would bring her a lot of happiness.

The two had been close friends all throughout high school. You were surprised to learn the two had never dated, considering how close they seemed to be. Although you didn’t meet Yachi until university, there were enough girls' nights that you knew all about the Karasuno Volleyball Club and all of the members. You ended up becoming good friends with Kiyoko (and Tanaka considering the two were married) after you got closer to Yachi. As you gazed out the window of the cab reminiscing on the beginnings of your friendship with Yachi, you felt Yachi nudging her arm. 

“Oh sorry! What’s up?” you asked. 

“Shoyo answered! it turns out they aren’t far from the club! He said they’ll head over and meet us if you’re okay with that!” Yachi responded. You were hesitant to agree. You were thinking that Yachi needed a night out without boys to worry about. But Yachi was radiating excitement, and you couldn’t bear to say no to Yachi. 

“This is your night! If you want to see them then let’s do it.” 

Yachi beamed at your approval and sent a response to Hinata. The cab slowed down and pulled off next to the curb to let the girls out. You thanked your driver, and stood on the sidewalk outside of the club. “Should we wait or go ahead inside?” you asked. 

“Sho said they aren’t far, but let's go ahead and get inside. I don’t want to block the sidewalk!” Yachi decided and walked into the building next to you. 

You showed your IDs at the door and walked inside. “Okay, drinks are on me tonight! I’m going to go get us something” you said. 

“Yay!! Got it! I’ll stay right here!” Yachi responded. 

You walked over to the bar and grabbed a drink menu, spending a few minutes looking at the different choices to try to find something that would suit your friend well. You made your selection and ordered with the bartender. Before they began to make your drinks, you asked for a shot of vodka to help your nerves. You were a shy person by nature, so you knew you needed something to dull the shyness in order to have a good time with Yachi and her friends. The thought of meeting three new people, impressive and muscular volleyball players at that, made your stomach a nest of butterflies. By the time the drinks were given to you, you downed another shot and could feel your body relaxing even more. You asked for another sip for good measure, drank it and turned to find your friend. 

Your hands were full with drinks and you could feel your nerves vanishing. The music in the club was at a perfect volume, low enough to be able to talk in the back of the building but high enough to be able to let loose on the dance floor. You looked around to find Yachi. She was no longer in the spot you left her in, but you knew she would be close by. You walked over to the railing that separated the bar area from the floor. Looking around at all of the people to try and spot Yachi, you noticed three men standing around a girl. 

You watched carefully, your woman’s intuition kicking in, to make sure she would be okay. The girl motioned for her friends to come over and all seemed to be well. You sighed, glad that there wasn’t going to be a problem. You continued your search for Yachi when you heard loud laughter off to your left. Focusing on the noise, you turned to see your friend embracing an orange-haired tan male. “I guess we found Shoyo!” you chuckled to yourself and turned to start walking towards them. You called out for Yachi as you got closer to the two. 

“Shoyo! This is Yin! She’s my friend from America! Yin, this is Hinata Shoyo!” Yachi excitedly introduced us. 

“Ah, the famous Hinata! The tiny giant, right? I’ve heard lots about you. It’s nice to meet you!” you bowed to Hinata with a smile. You noticed both Hinata and Yachi had visibly blushed when you commented that you had heard lots about him. 

“Yin! from America?! Woooahh! What made you come here? How do you know Hitoka-chan? How did—“ Hinata began rapid-firing comments and questions like crazy. You and Yachi looked at each other and began laughing. He was exactly like she always said he was. 

You leaned in to give him a hug, American habits taking over, saying that you were glad to finally meet him and couldn’t wait to be friends. Hinata short circuited after the close contact, leading you to apologize for your forwardness. The drinks you had earlier probably led to you letting your guard down more than usual. You began sipping on the drink you brought over while Yachi and Hinata were discussing life. 

“Where are Bokuto and Atsumu? Didn't you say they were with you?” Yachi asked. 

“They’re here! Atsumu wanted a drink and Bokuto went with him. they should be back soon! Don’t worry Yin, they’re both awesome guys.” Hinata informed the two of you. 

“Yay!! I haven’t seen them in years!” Yachi responded. Hinata and Yachi began discussing what the two guys were up to, with Hinata throwing in lots of comments about their volleyball skills. You listened enough to gather that the three were now on the same volleyball team but didn’t know enough about the sport to understand anything else that was said. 

You set your drink down on the table and told the two that you were going to look for an empty couch you could claim. You walked down the steps that led to the dance floor and noticed an empty couch right beside you. You threw down your jacket and purse and went to get Yachi and Hinata. Once you were all gathered at the couch, you heard a booming voice nearby. 

“YACCHAN! HEY HEY HEY!” 

“There he is! Bokuto-san!” she called out and waved. You were standing right behind Yachi and couldn’t see who she was talking about. Stepping out from behind her, you saw two guys heading your way. One with a casual smirk on his face, blonde hair, effortlessly waving at Yachi and Hinata. The other with spiked gray and white hair, jumping up and down to get the attention of Yachi. 

The blonde-haired one noticed you first. He stared at your face with a confused look then looked over to Yachi and Hinata. Yachi was speaking to the gray and white haired guy, so Hinata introduced you to his friend. 

“Atsumu, this is Yin! She's friends with Yachi! guess what?!?! she’s AMERICAN!” Hinata yelled out. He was way too excited, just as you expected him to be. 

“Well hello there Yin. I’m Miya Atsumu. but call me Atsumu. What brings your lovely self to Japan?” Atsumu focused on you.

You, Hinata, and Atsumu were making casual conversation while Bokuto and Yachi were talking. You heard her mention your name, and the two turned to face you in the same second you went to hug Atsumu. (Hey, it wasn’t every day you met toned volleyball players. You had the chance to hug them and you weren’t letting it go to waste. You can always blame your American habits like you did before). 

“HEY HE—“ he started. Bokuto’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared at you without moving or speaking. 

“Uhh hey there! I’m Yin.”

“FROM AMERICA!!” Hinata inserted.

“Ha, yeah. From America.”

“SHE IS FRIENDS WITH YACHI” Hinata inserted again. 

“Ah, yep. I'm good friends with Yachi. It’s nice to meet you…?”

“Bokuto! Bokuto Koutarou” Bokuto finally spoke. “Nice to meet you!” 

“Likewise!” You moved towards him to give him a hug but got jerked backwards. You felt Atsumu pull you into a side hug as his arm wrapped around your body. 

“Ain’t she great?” Atsumu said, eyes boring down on Bokuto. 

Everyone except for you noticed how his hair seemed to deflate instantly at the contact between you and Atsumu, who just smirked to egg him on. Hinata and Yachi snickered to themselves as you thanked Atsumu for his compliment. Bokuto was frozen in place for a few seconds before remembering how to speak. Not wanting to stand around, you turned to Yachi and asked her if she wanted to dance. You were mellowed out from the drinks and wanted to have some fun. You ran into the crowd of people on the dance floor, jumping around and singing along to the songs with your dear friend. After spending a good amount of time dancing, the two of you became tired and ended up backing away from the crowd to talk.

Now that you were away from the boys, you took your chance. You asked Yachi about the connection between her and Hinata and what it was like to see him again. You could tell that something was there between the two, but you made sure to tread carefully. You knew she was moving on from Kuroo and didn’t want to bring up any unpleasant feelings. You wanted her to have an enjoyable night. Glancing at the group of three boys, you saw they were having their own intense discussion. Hinata was getting more excited every time Atsumu or Bokuto spoke. 

Yachi told you about her relationship with Hinata and how it had never crossed friendship. She was thrilled to have him back in Japan. Their friendship seems to have picked up right where they left it, according to Yachi. You noticed how happy she was, and silently thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Hinata into the area at this exact point in time. Her excitement was infectious and soon you were both laughing and dancing to the music. You glanced over to the guys, and noticed them all look away at the exact moment. Eyeing them suspiciously, you turned back to Yachi and asked if she was ready to go sit back down. You were both thirsty again and needed a break. 

The two of you walked back to your couch together. After a few moments, you noticed that both of your glasses were empty and informed the group that you were going to get a drink for you and Yachi. Hinata was talking with Yachi while Bokuto was whispering to Atsumu while glancing at you. You shrugged and turned to walk towards the bar. 

“I’ll g—“ Bokuto started. 

“I’ll come with ya.” Atsumu offered, pointing to his empty beer bottle. “Gotta get a new one anyways.” He smiled at Bokuto, thriving off of the chaos he was creating inside his mind. Bokuto’s hair managed to deflate even more while his face reminded you of a sad puppy. He looked at you and then turned to Hinata and Yachi. 

The last thing you heard was Bokuto whining to Hinata while Yachi attempted to cheer him up. You giggled to yourself and turned to Atsumu. The two of you made casual conversation while waiting on your drinks to arrive. He told you of his twin brother, Osamu, who was running an onigiri restaurant now. He spoke of volleyball practice and another teammate of his named Sakusa. You told him about moving to Japan and what your plans were now that you had graduated college. When he discussed volleyball, you asked if you could go to a game in the future. You wanted to learn more about volleyball since it seemed to be an important thing to most of your friends here. 

Your drinks arrived and you turned to walk back to the couch. You noticed that Yachi was beaming and couldn’t help smiling to yourself. 

“So what’s up with Hinata and Yachi?” You asked at the same time Atsumu said, “Shoyo and Hitoka, eh?”

You smiled at each other and laughed. “Great minds think alike!” You said as you bumped his arm. “I’m curious too. They have great chemistry. I haven’t seen her this happy in a while.” 

“Shoyo is somehow even brighter than usual. Bet they’ll end up together.”

“Maybe so!” You responded then hesitated. “What about Bokuto? He seems kinda… hmm.... Is he alright?” Concern showed in your eyes. He was visibly restless, moving his hands around and looking back and forth between everyone in your group.  “So cute, though..” you whispered, unaware that Atsumu heard you clearly.

Atsumu grinned knowing just how much he would enjoy mentioning this to Bokuto later, “Ah he’s just havin a moment. Spend enough time with him and you’ll get it. He looks big and intimidating but he’s pretty much a puppy. Try talkin’ to him, see what happens. Unless you’re too scared….” He bumped into your arm. 

Your cheeks flushed at his teasing. You found yourself very curious about the guy and made your goal for the night to have a moment to talk with him. “A challenge? Fine!” You stuck out your tongue as you both arrived back at the couch. 

You placed Yachis' drink in front of her. Noticing how lightheaded you were, you mentally decided to stop drinking after this. The alcohol in your system had dulled your shyness and you decided to immediately act on your goal of having a conversation with Bokuto. “Is it alright if I sit here?” You asked him.

His whole body seemed to perk up instantly as he nodded. Unsure of where to start the conversation, you settled with asking him about volleyball. You asked him about his team and more about the position he played. He told you everything you wanted to know. It was almost as if you asking him about himself was bringing him back to life. He continued on telling you stories about his achievements. It was charming and led you to continue to boost his ego. The smile on his face was so beautiful you almost couldn’t help it. 

Within a few moments the entire group was talking volleyball. Everyone shared their stories from high school days and what they had been doing since then. You learned about Hinata’s experience in Brazil and talked about his goal of playing in the Olympics. 

“Oh!! Yin, did you know that Bokuto is an amazing player? Back in high school he was his team's ace and was ranked in the top 5 aces!” Hinata boasted. 

You turned to Bokuto with eyes wide in amazement, “No way! That’s awesome! You must have worked so hard.” 

“it wasn’t easy!” he admitted. 

“But you’ve got crazy power and stamina now!! You’re so cool Bokuto,” Hinata continued praising him. 

“You got that right!!” Bokuto beamed, showing off his arms. 

You had to admit, he had some insane muscles. You were very curious as to what he looks like in his uniform. You knew the fabric and fit would accentuate his arms and legs well. “Maybe you could show me all that crazy power and stamina sometime.” you whispered to him.

His face instantly flared red and he turned to stare at you. Looking at him, you realized what it was that you said. Your face ended up matching his and the two of you were both stammering and unable to speak properly. You began to laugh at the entire situation, causing the awkward tension in the air to diffuse. 

You felt Atsumu pulling you towards him. “Guess we gotta give her some tickets to come see us in action” he said. 

You grinned in response. “Yes please!”

“Yin and I can come support everyone! It would be a lot of fun!” Yachi said. 

Hinata was expressing his excitement and discussing plans with Atsumu. You turned towards Bokuto. “Would you be alright with me coming to see a game?” you asked with a smile. 

“YES.” 

You smiled even brighter. “I can’t wait to see you in action, Bokuto.”

The night wore on with intervals of dancing and talking until everyone seemed to be exhausted. You could barely keep your eyes open and Yachi had dozed off on the table. You shook her awake before telling her it was time to go. 

“I’m going to pay for the drinks and then we should head home. I’ll request an Uber, okay?”

“mmmm okay…” Yachi responded without even opening her eyes. 

You moved to leave the booth and walked over to the bar. You gave the bartender your card and asked if he could close your tab. You opened your phone to order an Uber. As you were waiting for the receipt to come back, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned to see Bokuto, sleepy and pink from the alcohol. 

“Atsumu and Shoyo said they would get Yachi to the Uber whenever it arrives.” 

“It’s about to pull up if y’all want to go ahead outside. I’ll be there in just a second.” You responded. 

He gestured towards the group and the two guys moved to wake up Yachi and took her outside to the waiting vehicle. You signed the receipt, put away your card, and thanked the bartender for your drinks. You turned to see Bokuto still standing there. 

“Oh! I thought you were outside.”  

“I was gonna walk with you.” he answered. 

“Gonna keep me safe?” you joked. 

“Yes.” he said, with absolute sincerity. You blushed in response. Right before you reached the door, he grabbed your arm. You turned to face him with a questioning look on your face. 

“Uh… w.. well..”

“What is it, Bokuto?” you asked. 

“I.. I want… I want a hug, too! You gave Shoyo and that dumb Atsumu one and i didn’t get one! I wanted a hug from you too!”

Your eyes went wide for a few seconds before you burst into laughter. His face got redder the longer you laughed, which made it harder to stop. Once you calmed down, you smiled at him. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I'd hurt your feelings.” You wrapped your arms around his torso. His muscles were even better than you imagined. Bokuto seemed to radiate heat and you found yourself wanting to snuggle in closer. You heard him sigh and return the hug.  

The two of you broke away. “Feel better?” you giggled. 

He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck before humming in agreement. The two of you walked outside just as the others finished saying goodbye to Yachi. Hinata and Atsumu walked over to say goodbye to you. They began to walk towards their Uber, leaving Bokuto behind. 

“This is for you.” You slipped a piece of paper into Bokuto’s hand before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Your cheeks flared red as you wished him a good night and got inside your Uber. 

Once you arrived at the apartment complex, you and Yachi went your separate ways to go to your homes. You walked inside the door of your apartment and quickly kicked off your shoes. You stopped in the kitchen to have a glass of water before going to bed. 

As you laid in bed, you checked your phone. Yachi had sent a message thanking you for the wonderful evening and wanted to get lunch later in the week. You replied telling her to get some sleep and let her know you would love to get lunch. You had 3 other messages from unknown numbers. One from Hinata saying that he was excited to have a new friend.  One from Atsumu saying it was “nice to meet ya”, but also accusing you of breaking Bokuto. You laughed and opened the last message. Although the sender didn’t say who they were you knew it was Bokuto from the “GO;ODNiiGht!!!!!!” message you received. 

You fell asleep with a smile on your face and a plan to get some tickets to a volleyball game.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 46

“Just one more..I can't resist it, that is the best french toast I've ever had”, she got up to put the last one on her plate “do you want half?” she glared at him, hoping he would say no, but he was too engrossed with his phone to notice anything. Hmmm, what was so important on there? “ok, you absolutely sure? Because I'm not gonna ask you again” she glared again, still no reaction, fine then, all mine, she cut into the toast and chewed with much delight, ok this was not really fun, she just wanted to have a little conversation. Slowly she slid off her chair, stuck her toast between her teeth to crawl up her scaffolding and touched the tear in the canvas, she could probably mend it, did she want to though? Awful subject..and..nothing, she missed painting. She stood there eating her toast as she made her mind up, completely lost in her thoughts she shoved the last piece in her mouth, time to get your brushes, girl. “Uhmpff' turning around, she bumped into Jared's hard chest who had snuck up behind her, “where is that piece of french toast?” he grinned, “gone, I asked you twice” she stepped out of his grip and jumped down again only to crawl back up again with a few cans of paint and some brushes. “Your phone was way more important than french toast” she dramatically rolled her eyes as she walked past him “what was so important on there anyway, lemme guess..” she put a brush on her chin pretending to think hard, in reality she knew already and it would have been a lie to deny her stomach wasn't in knots. There was that familiar sigh she knew all too well, this was it, their time together was up, “I don't want to..it's important you know that” he started and she finished “when are you leaving?” she didn't have the heart to turn around and show him her upset, so she just kept pushing some paint around on her palette, she wasn't ready for the blow. “Tonight”, fuck! Ok, act cool and unaffected, “oh” was all that came out and slowly she lathered up a brush but just when she wanted to put it on the canvas, he grabbed her wrist, “come with me, please”. He felt her go all tense, please come with me, I can't leave you here, I won't survive, this is our relationship, this is us, “I can't..I've got stuff to do here..don't come complaining now, it's all your fault, it was your decision to make me instafamous by putting my stuff out there” she tried to joke, but inside her heart was breaking, “Not funny, De Robiano, come on, I'm not gonna beg, don't make me go back there without you, we sorted things out, right?”, she put her brush down and took a deep breath before facing him “yes we did, but that out there..that's your dream, I want to pursue mine now..”. Jared's heart was hammering in his chest, he knew her and he knew that this conversation was futile but he needed to try, against all odds, “we'll get your canvases shipped..”, again she cut him off immediately “stop it Jared, you know that is impossible, you can't go shipping out canvases like these and let them travel, it'll cost a fortune and the risk of damage or loss is just too high”. Goddamn, why did she have to be so honest all the time? “Harper..babe..please” so much for not begging, “long-distance relationships work for others, don’t they?” her heart ached, but this was her time, her moment, “NO THEY DON’T!” he suddenly lashed out, trembling with anger that he was losing the game. “You’re being unreasonable, Jared, just listen to me, will you?” she grabbed his arm but he yanked it away, “NO, I WON’T! what is there to listen to? Your mind is already made up!” he pushed past her so aggressively she almost lost her balance on his way out the door that shut behind him with an almighty bang.

Ok, enough with the sulking, she had sat here for an hour, staring at the canvas with a brush in her hand, she got up and threw the brush down, where should she start looking? It was a big city, and maybe he wasn’t even around anymore..his bag was still there..duh, as if he needed that bag, he was filthy rich. Here went absolutely nothing, but she just had to try and ran out the door and down the stairs where the cold wind outside had her zipping up her leather jacket, ok, now what? Where do I start to look for that one guy in a city of 10 million people?. The coffeeshop around the corner? Nope..something drew her towards the park, why? they didn’t have a special place there..the wind made her eyes tear, or at least that’s what she told herself, her heart was aching, a heavy lump blocked her airways..keep walking, Harper, if you don’t find him, maybe you can clear your head..he’s gone, I’m never gonna find him. Big drops of rain started to fall and within seconds the park was practically deserted, ok, fantastic, perfect, I just love my fucking life..after half an hour and completely drenched she admitted defeat and started heading back. The rain relentlessly kept beating but when she crossed the street, she was too lost in her thoughts to look where she was going and a car flashed by, missing her by an inch. Jared watched it happen, he had sat here inside the bakery he knew she loved so much, just to feel a little closer to her, he just couldn’t accept that this was it, that this was the end. Seeing her almost get run over, had the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, almost kicking over his little table in front of the window, he shot up from his seat and ran out, “babe! Coco” she heard her name being called as she stumbled onto the pavement. She was completely drenched but the way the hope shone from her eyes had his heart in the biggest meltdown he’d ever experienced, “come here’” he wrapped his big arms around her and helped her out of that driving rain and into the bakery. “What happened? what were you doing out there in the rain?” he pulled back a chair and made her sit down, “I was looking for you..I thought you had left” she stammered, pushing the soaked hair out of her face. “I just needed to cool down a bit, I would never leave you without a word..like you did a couple of days ago..” awwtchhh that hurt, the truth always did, “I’m sorry” she couldn’t even speak without her teeth clapping. “It’s ok, I really didn’t mean to sound like a prick, guess I just can’t handle going back to Europe again without you” up until now he still had hope she would change her mind, but the second he looked into her eyes, his hope was obliterated, “you still don’t want to come along, do you?” subconsciously he was still crossing all of his fingers. Slowly she shook her head “I’m sorry, Jay..I can’t bring myself to going back there..guess I still need to digest some things..and not just that..I really need to paint, I feel like there’s a new door finally being opened for me and I gotta take that chance”. All he could do was sigh deeply “goddammit woman..I really don’t want to be all long distance with you”  and shake his head, “ok, so what now? this is it? We’re done?” she sat up all nervous. “No, no of course not, we’re not done..” he grabbed her cold, wet hand and kissed it “not if you don’t want us to be done..I guess I have no other choice than to make this a long distance thing..hopefully not for too long?” meet me in the middle here, come on. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when she shook her head “as soon as I can, I’ll join you, promise”, finally a grin curled around his lips “good, you’ve got one month and then I want to see you again..now come on, let’s get you out of these wet clothes, I’ll personally make sure you’ll get warm again, very, very quickly, and after I’m done with you, maybe we’ll have some time to have a romantic dinner before I leave tonight” he plucked a kiss from her lips as he gently pulled her up and quickly paid his bill, there was no time to waste, no time to waste to fuck her for the last time in a very long time, and no time to waste to just be with her, around her for as long as physically possible.

”Why are you punishing me like this?” his hand lazily drew lines over her shoulder and down her back, did he ever have orgasms this intense in the past?  It sure felt like he had been living in the desert until he met her, “punish you?” her head shot up and she gave him this hilarious, you-fucked-every-ounce-of-intelligence-out-of-me kind of look. “Trade me for your art..how can you possibly live without me?” he mockingly sighed, “do you know what they say about men with a huge ego?” she put her chin on his chest with a deadpan expression on her face, “I haven’t got a clue” he giggled in anticipation of her answer. Harper raised her hand and just when he thought she was gonna flip him off, she wagged her pinky at him “tiny dicks, that’s what they say” she tried to suppress her laughter, “I do not..” he sat up in mock shock “have a tiny dick”. Oh no, no tickling, I’ll take it back, just no tickling, she tried to dodge his grabby hands “no, please no, no, no” her giggles turned into a hiccupping laughter as she unsuccesfully tried to squirm away from his touch, “take it back” he sat on top of her, threatening to attack her sides. “Nope! No way” she shook her head, “Fine, have it your way, I’ll just have to prove it to you then” he was hard as a rock again, “Yay!” she squealed in delight as he attacked her neck and flipped her over, oh I could do this over and over, and over again, just fuck me and change your mind, stay here with me.

All too soon their time was up and they found themselves standing on a cold, windy tarmac with the deafening noise of jet engines warming up, blasting in their ears “ok, you take care of yourself” she didn’t know what to say, it was simply unbearable to say goodbye all of a sudden so she pushed herself against him. “I will, just promise me it won’t take a month before I see you again” he whispered, he held her so tight, she could actually feel his heart beating out of control, “I’ll do my best” she fought to keep the tears at bay again, this man was going to be the death of her, what had she done? Why couldn’t she just go with him?. From the corner of his eye, he could see the nervosity of the flight attendant on the top of the stairs, constantly looking at her watch, they were going to miss their slot for take-off “I love you so very much, you remember that, ok? and promise me we’ll pick up where we left off from sending all those crazy e-mails to each other?” he pulled back a little to cup her chin, so she could look into his eyes, was she crying?. “Promise! I love you too” she breathed, “ok..I guess this is goodbye then” he kissed her one last time and then slowly pulled back “see you somewhere in Europe”. Be brave, Coco, don’t let your insecurity and hurt show, remember you did this to yourself, this is your choice, you’re gonna choose ‘you’ for a change. He reluctantly let go of her, her touch imprinted on his skin, “see you there” she gave him a nod and a faint wave as he hopped on up the stairs to the jetplane. One last turn, a kiss that was blown and caught and…he was gone, the door closed behind him with a dull thump, the roar of the engines became almost unbearable as the tiny plane slowly pulled out of its’ spot and hobbled towards the runway. Jared put his head against the window, his eyes closed as the jet seared to the sky, that was the weirdest, shortest, yet most heartbreaking goodbye he had ever said, why did he have the feeling that he wasn’t gonna see her again? In his lap his phone automatically connected to the wifi and lit up like a Christmas tree, sliding it open one of Shannon’s many messages greeted him ‘good to know you’re on your way back, guess who’s decided to join us?’ he frowned, oh god don’t tell me his brother’s addict fuckbuddy decided to show up again?! But then he saw the picture in the next message and his heart skipped a couple of beats..wow..oh just..waw, she was back? She was actually back? Seeing the twinkle in those mischievous eyes of hers.. it had been what? A year?  God, he had missed her.