#i think she needs to get like. stuck in the pouring rain for a few hours on principle.

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DETOUR - HAYAKAWA AKI |早川アキ (M)

You and Aki are supposed to be on your way back from a mission, but the rain that’s been pouring non-stop has Aki pulling over to the side of an empty road for safety precautions. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping any sooner, so what better way to spend that time than to have sweaty, breathy, messy sex in the back seat?

MINORS DNI

Pairing: aki x fem!bodied reader

word count: 8.0k

R18, making out, smut, car sex, protected sex, semi-public sex, handjob, oral sex (towards Aki), vaginal fingering, nipple licking, cowgirl position, missionary, vaginal sex, teasing & dirty talk, softdom aki (?), boyfriend aki

he smokes for a little bit. also calls you baby a few times.

authors note: car sex fic among my list of wips that i’ve been wanting to put out for ages, so ya’ll can thank the amount of horny i had in order to push through with this fic lol. also big thank you to my darling @meownotgood for beta reading and revising! and also adding fuel to the aki horny. i give you big kith <3 <3

18+ explicit content ahead. please for the love of god DO NOT interact if you’re a minor.

Aki exhales a long, defeated sigh from the driver’s seat. 

“It looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” he says, switching the car engine off. 

It's been pouring non-stop from the moment you left the city, but the rain has only grown heavier, to the point where it's difficult to see the road — or anything, for that matter. All you can make out through the droplet-soaked windows are the elusive silhouettes of houses and the blurred lights from the street lamps. The sky is gloomy and dark, puffy gray clouds obscure the sun. 

The two of you were supposed to be on your way back to headquarters after completing a mission Makima had sent you on. According to file reports and a call she received, the Rat Devil was going around terrorizing citizens in a small district on the far outskirts of Tokyo. 

The mission itself was simple: kill the Rat Devil and report back to Makima upon confirmation of its extermination. By the time you and Aki arrived, almost half the neighborhood was killed — or rather, eaten, so there wasn't any need for search and rescue. The devil was dealt with rather easily. You and Aki would have been at headquarters and done with all of this by now, if it wasn't for the sudden rainstorm interrupting that plan. 

So, here you are, parked at the side of an empty road with Aki, biding your time until the rain stops. 

You're a little bored, sure, but this isn't all bad. It feels good to relax a bit before you have to go back to headquarters; you can already see the giant stack of paperwork waiting for you. 

You hum as you shrug off your coat, before leaning your head against the headrest. You stare out the foggy window; there's a couple of houses up ahead that you can see from where you're parked, and beside them is a small playground. The whole neighborhood looks empty, as expected. You don’t think any kids will be coming out to play in this weather. 

The sound of the rain echoes a rhythmic pitter patter against the roof of the car. It's soothing, like it could lull you to sleep. You allow your tired eyes to close, and you almost drift off, but in a few moments, the sudden realization of being stuck in the rain, all alone somewhere secluded with your boyfriend begins to form an idea inside your head. 

It's not the best idea to be thinking of right now, sure. But considering it's been raining non-stop for ages now, and considering you need some way to pass the time, you wouldn't exactly say it's the worst thing you could come up with. 

You're just not sure about getting Aki to agree to it. You can already hear his response in your head: Really? You want to have sex right now? That's… We can't. Just wait until we get home. 

You've been dating Aki for an entire year now, and sex isn’t exactly new to you anymore, since you both gave each other your firsts on the fifth month of being together. But even now, Aki still blushes whenever you undress in front of him, or when you ask if you can suck him off during foreplay. 

He always tells you that you don't have to do anything for him, because he feels good just by watching you come undone on his fingers, his mouth giving you soft kisses on your clit while his tongue gives you long licks until your toes are curling as you cum. He's still the same as when you first met him, too shy to make the first move, and so dedicated to your own pleasure that he forgets about his own. 

And you know he's definitely too embarrassed to consider having sex in a place like this. You've never done anything remotely intimate with him in any place besides the bedroom. Hell, sometimes he's too embarrassed just to kiss you in public. 

You think you have an idea to convince him, though. 

You turn to look at Aki, who has one hand resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping a random beat against it. He rests his chin in the palm of his other hand, elbow on the side panel of the door. The rain continues to fall, drumming against the rooftop, as though it’s trying to flood the empty streets outside, to wash off all that is unjust and evil. 

Aki fidgets in the driver's seat for a moment, before you watch him pull out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his pants. He lights one up with the baby blue lighter you always see him use, and then he twists the key in the ignition, putting it in accessory mode so only the lights and radio turn on. 

He rolls the window down enough for him to flick the ashes out of it, making the petrichor invade your nose for a few moments. The rich, familiar smell of smoke he exhales replaces it, the wind drifts the scent towards you, along with the faint warm and woody cologne that emanates from him. 

You gaze at his handsome features in awe, admiring his side profile; the dull luminescence overcasting a shadow on his angular jawline and high cheekbones, eyes of welded iron and a gaze just as hard — Eyes that have seen more than anyone could possibly imagine in one lifetime. An upper lip that protrudes a little further than the lower, and cheeks of dusty pink; they soften his expression, and his demeanor of steel.

You shake your head before you end up getting lost in your thoughts any further. You inhale deeply, breathing in the remainder of smoke, and the gentle scent of the cologne clinging to his clothes once again. 

“Hey, Aki…” 

His attention goes to you the second he hears your voice, deep blue eyes scanning your gentle features and your unreadable expression. He notices that you've taken your coat off. 

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” Aki replies softly. “Are you feeling warm? I can turn the air conditioning on for a bit if you’d like.” He reaches for the air conditioning valve on the dashboard, but you grab his hand to stop him, shaking your head. 

“I’m fine. It’s something else.” You peer up at him through your lashes. His hand is warm. 

“What is it?” There’s a look of genuine concern apparent on his face as Aki puts out the cigarette in the portable ashtray he carries in his jacket. He scans all the parts of your body he can see — your arms, your hands, your neck, your shoulders, trying to see if there's any injuries, worried that you might have gotten hurt from the mission earlier. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

You shake your head again with a chuckle, and you grab both of his hands, squeezing them tightly. “No, Aki. I told you, I’m fine. It’s just that...” 

You can't help but trail off; feeling a little embarrassed, you start to fiddle with his fingers, averting your eyes. 

“Spit it out already." Aki sighs impatiently, making you chuckle again. 

“So impatient.” you answer, smirking, to which Aki gives you an unamused blank stare. 

“I was thinking we could do something fun to pass the time." 

Aki raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

You lean in closer, and since the space between you and him in the car isn’t very big to begin with, your lips are already inches away from his. 

You cup his chin between your finger and your thumb and whisper, “Like this…” 

At once, you've closed the distance, and your lips press softly to his. Aki's eyes widen, but soon, he's relaxing into the kiss, his shoulders slumping, his eyes fluttering shut. The smell of you consumes his senses: vanilla and lavender, utterly intoxicating. 

When the kiss deepens, he can taste the faint flavor of your lip gloss: cherry and mint. He kisses your lips over and over again like he can't get enough, soft but hungry at the same time. 

You move to climb on top of him, and Aki adjusts himself, leaning back in his seat to give you enough space to straddle him comfortably. Your tongue presses to his; you kiss languidly and deeply, taking time to explore each other’s mouths. Your lips feel so good against his own, so perfect. They're fogging up his mind, like you're demanding him to forget everything except for you — and it’s working. 

Your hands grip tightly onto his shirt as Aki skims his fingers down your shoulders and across your sides, resting them onto the curve of your waist. Right now, neither of you are thinking about getting back as soon as possible, or your lives, or anything like stupid devils and more missions. It’s just the both of you focusing on each other, and Aki’s mind is consumed only by thoughts of how good you make him feel. 

You both pull away breathlessly, foreheads resting against one another. Still catching your breath, you roll your hips into Aki's lap hesitantly, testing the waters. Aki groans, but he gives your waist a firm squeeze, stopping you from continuing. 

“We… we can’t. Not here." Aki looks at you through heavy eyelids. “Someone might see us.” 

You slide backwards a little on his lap as much as the small space will allow, until you feel the steering wheel press into your back. Your hand slowly travels up his thigh, fingers playing with the zipper of his pants. 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” You flash him a grin, but Aki stares back with an unamused expression. You reach up, toying with the earring on his lobe, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek. “Come on Aki, we haven’t seen another car for three hours. I doubt anyone’s going to see us in this rain.” 

Aki doesn't respond, so you take matters into your own hands: in a few seconds, you've grasped the button on his slacks and popped it open. You're tugging the zipper down, relieving some of the pressure when you hear Aki inhale sharply, his eyebrows furrowed, but he doesn't make an attempt to push you away. 

“Stop that.” 

His voice is weak, it's shaky, it lacks the bite you normally hear out of him when you're at work. And even though he's telling you to stop, Aki's body betrays him. You can feel the bulge that's forming underneath his slacks, you notice how he lifts his hips a little to make it easier for you to tug his pants down. Your smirk grows wider. 

“Do you really want me to stop?” you hum, moving closer to whisper into his ear. 

“Baby-” Aki quips sharply, almost like a warning, but you continue your ministrations; you rub where the hem of his briefs meets his stomach with your thumbs, you kiss him softly behind his ear. 

“Don’t you want me too?” You pull back to meet his eyes, and you tilt your head to the side, your lips pulling up into a coy smile. Aki's heart skips a beat at the sight. 

Aki swallows thickly. “I…” 

It’s not that he doesn’t want you. It's just that he'd much rather have you somewhere more comfortable, more familiar. When he's looking at you like he is now, his head spins with the thought of driving you home, tossing the door open only to carry you to his bedroom and pin you to the bed. He imagines your hands gripping the sheets, your voice calling his name with his head buried between your legs, his lips on your clit and his mouth on your pussy. 

No, he definitely wants you, and he can't deny it, he can't stop thinking about it now that you've got him started. 

Before Aki can give you a reply, you lean into his neck, giving him a few soft, teasing kisses on his warm skin, before you pull back and look at him again with the same imploring smile. 

Aki sighs, half in annoyance, half in submission. You can see the affection behind his eyes when he looks at you; deep down, he’s a pile of mush, unbelievably endeared to you. He’s helpless when you ask for things out of the blue like this, especially when you give him such a pleading look with those doe-like eyes. 

Aki takes in a long, steady breath before he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this here?  Wouldn’t it be better if we wait until we get home?” 

“I’m sure. Besides,” You nod softly, smiling, “Don’t you think it’s a little exciting to fuck me in the car?” 

Oh, Aki thinks it’s very exciting. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he gets a certain rush just by imagining it, it's a kind of feeling he's never felt before. His dick throbs in his briefs when he thinks of fucking you in the backseat of the company car, and in public, no less. 

Part of him is still nervous — What if you both make a mess, what if someone catches you? But another part of him wants to chase that rush, he wants to have you right here, and right now. 

He tries to temper the fog in his head, focusing on the feeling of you against him. It's difficult when his heart is thumping loud in his eardrums, and when his core is thrumming with anticipation and need.   

“I need you, Aki.” 

Sometimes, he swears you can read his mind. 

“I need you too.” he replies, and you don’t miss the faint pink color dusted on his cheekbones. Aki swallows, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Just this once. We'll do this just this once, got it?”

Aki motions his head over to the back seat, and you take the hint, quickly climbing into it. He follows suit shortly after, and everything is a blur of clothes coming off and hungry, heated and sloppy kisses. You're left in just your underwear, and Aki is left in just his loose work slacks. 

You can feel the familiar rush of white hot want course through your veins.You’re sure Aki feels the same way because in between kisses, when your hand goes back to stroking the tent in his pants, he seems to have only gotten harder. You give him one last firm squeeze, pulling away to position yourself on your knees in front of him. 

It's a tight fit; the company cars are spacious, but you're still crammed in between him and the back of the front seat, it leaves you to rest your head on his legs and press your chest to his knees. 

“What… what are you doing?” Aki stutters nervously, squirming a little in his seat when you reach for his slacks. You tug them down his legs the rest of the way until they're pooled at his ankles. 

“Making you feel good.” 

Your fingers feel warm on his skin when you push them under the waistband of his briefs. You help him out of them, his length bounces up to tap his stomach when you tug them all the way down. The sensitive, pink head tingles when it brushes against his skin, causing Aki’s entire frame to shudder with need. 

You waste no time gripping the base of his cock and spitting on the leaking tip, stroking him slowly. Aki spreads his legs a little wider for you as your palm swipes the tip, getting his length wet with your saliva and his precum; the sensation has him moaning in pleasure. 

Barely squeezing, you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft, you snicker a little when you hear him whimper slightly. You pump his cock lazily, and Aki reaches down, grabbing your arm to steady himself, thrusting his hips up into your hand, searching for more. 

And you give it to him; Aki’s head falls back against the headrest with a thud, and he grunts as you start to stroke him faster. “Feels… so good.” 

“More?” you ask, your voice husky. Aki nods feverishly in response.

“God, yes. Please. Don't stop, don't stop...” 

The slick noises filling the car and the sound of Aki's desperate begs add on to the growing ache between your legs, they mix with the echo of the rain tapping the roof of the car and the windshield. He mutters a strained fuck when you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and bring it to your warm tongue, giving the tip a tentative lick. 

“S-Shit…” Aki hisses, his breathing unsteady, “That's it… Keep going.”

At first, you start by just trailing kisses down his tip to the underside of his cock, and Aki shivers at the faint sensation. When you trail back up, starting to take him into your mouth, you feel his palm lay softly on the back of your head, and then his fingers knot themselves into your hair, gripping tightly, holding the loose strands away from your face in a makeshift ponytail. 

Aki watches you with his jaw slack, he quietly moans your name when your cheeks hollow, your head bobbing up and down his cock at a languid pace. 

Aki grips your hair a little tighter. His eyes meet yours, his gaze is heavy with lust and with love. “So good, you're doing such a good job.”

With your saliva involved, every time you suck on his cock with your lips closed, there's a nasty, loud squelch — It reminds him that this is happening right here, that you're sucking Aki's cock in the backseat. He's in so much bliss he's hardly thinking about it, he can only focus on the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, of your warm mouth and the tip of his cock slightly touching the back of your throat when he bucks his hips up. 

He rubs the back of your head gently, his eyelashes flutter when he looks at you. 

“Your lips… They're so pretty.” Aki tells you, and you pull away from his cock with a loud pop. 

“Yeah?” A teasing smile forms on your lips. “And you have a pretty dick.” 

Aki's cheeks instantly blossom with color, petals of dusty rose scattering across his handsome features. His pupils blow out deep, dark and wide. You've always thought Aki has the most beautiful pair of eyes, they're like a door to his soul. Pools of deep dark blue that you could drown inside if you weren’t so busy sucking the life out of him in the back of the sleek company sedan. 

You watch Aki draw his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating, before finally, he gently pushes down on the back of your head, with so little force you almost don't feel it. 

“C’mon… keep going for me, just a little bit, please. Can you do that?" His voice cracks slightly, his tone high-pitched. You smile, nodding obediently, and you move back down to wrap your warm lips around him once again. 

“Mhmm.” The hum of your voice sends vibrations over Aki's cock, causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth. You look up at him one last time, batting your eyelashes before sinking your mouth down on him completely, taking him all the way down your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, and you shut them tight to will them away. 

Aki cries out, his thighs shaking. He stammers, “S-Shit, baby, too much, slow down...” 

He's trying his hardest not to thrust himself into your mouth. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he feels the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat again, and he clumsily pushes your hair behind your ears as you suck eagerly on his cock. 

It's so overwhelming, it's so much, it's more than he thinks he can take when one of your hands reaches up to grip the base of his cock, stroking in tune with your mouth, while the other massages his thigh, willing his legs to spread even further apart. But it feels so fucking good, Aki can't help but melt into you. 

“God,” he groans through heavy pants, “You take me so well, p-please, don't stop.” 

The way your hand glides up and down his cock along with your mouth is making Aki forget how to think straight. He feels dizzy, he knows he's getting close to the edge, and if he lets you keep going, he's sure he won't be able to stop himself from cumming. He grabs your wrist firmly — a silent demand to halt your actions — and he catches his breath. 

In compliance, you freeze, and Aki slips his hand up to hold the side of your face, to cup your cheek and slowly coax you up while he leans down. 

“C'mere.”

He pulls you into a fervent kiss, you press your palm to his chest and push him back into the seat until you can straddle his thighs and settle into his lap. 

Aki can taste himself on your tongue; it makes him feel high, but as you lift your hips, grinding your clothed cunt against his length, getting your underwear soaked and filthy and making Aki moan into your mouth, he suddenly stops you. He reaches down, he grabs your waist and causes you to freeze, pulling away from his lips, a confused expression on your face. 

No, no more. He needs you right now.

“I… I want to cum with you.” Aki admits, breathing hard, “I need to be inside you when I cum.” 

You nod with a gentle smile. “Okay. Of course.” 

You follow Aki's lead when he brings his palm to the small of your back, guiding you to twist and lay down in the backseat. The space is cramped, your head is propped up on the door, Aki has to slot his knee between your legs to make room for himself. The tight space makes it feel like he's even closer. 

Condensation has formed on the inside of the windows from the heat of your bodies. Aki cranes down to meet your neck. Your breath hitches at the first touch of his lips on your skin, right on your nape, and then down, his open mouth wet and warm on the flesh below your collarbone. 

“I’m gonna take your underwear off, okay?” he whispers softly without pulling away. You nod, and you lift your hips up slightly to allow him to pull down your lacy underwear. He tosses them to the side while he continues to leave gentle kisses on your chest.  

“Spread your legs open for me.” His words are like warm honey, sweet and dizzying when they drip from his lips to meet your ears. 

You obey, spreading your legs eagerly, as wide as the small space in the backseat will allow. Aki’s eyes grow dark with lust when he pulls back and sees your pretty pussy glistening in the low light, soaking wet for him — like a blooming flower, filled with sweet, sticky nectar. 

He grazes his fingers up your dripping slit, he sighs the moment he feels your slick drip out onto the digits. 

“God, you're so wet,” he croaks out, slightly breathless. His head dips, bangs hiding his face, and he tries to compose himself. “I'm gonna put one in.” 

Then, Aki is slowly pressing a finger into your tight walls, sinking it in all the way and curling it into your core, causing you to whine and arch your back, your chest pressing up towards him. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, and you grip his arm with the other, your hips bucking up as another finger teases your entrance before sinking deep inside. 

Your mouth falls open, your brows pinch. Aki kisses your forehead, he tugs you closer and leans down to brush his lips over your neck. 

“Feels good,” you whine, and Aki delicately rubs your clit with his thumb, sighing when he feels your walls clamp around his fingers. 

“Yeah?” He kisses your neck messily, curling his fingers into you deliciously. 

“I’m close, I'm close-” 

Your thighs close around his arm, and Aki slows his pace for just a moment. 

He asks, “Do you want me to stop?” 

Immediately, you shake your head, you plead for him to continue. Aki kisses your neck once more before he brings his lips to your ear, he presses his fingers into your sweet spot while toying with your clit, whispering honeyed words into your ear. 

You're so pretty, you gonna cum for me? Go ahead and cum, baby, I've got you. 

You tip over the edge just as he eases a third finger into you. You chant his name, your thighs shake and he drags his soaked fingers out to messily rub your clit through your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist. 

Aki kisses you as you come down; it's like time is frozen, like it's just you and him stuck in this moment. Your lips melded to his while you breathe life into him, yet at the same time, take his breath away with each kiss you give to his lips. He only pulls away to catch his breath and briefly bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. 

“Hold on,” Aki reaches down onto the floor, searching for his pants. When he finds them, he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a silver condom packet. 

“What?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him up and down. “Since when have you started carrying those around?” 

Aki replies matter-of-factly, “Since we started dating.” 

You smirk. “We have plenty of those at your house, you know. Thought you didn't want to have sex in public.” 

“Oh, please,” Aki rolls his eyes, “I wasn't counting on using them for something like this. It's just… better to be prepared.” 

It's not a complete lie, although, Aki can't deny he was thinking of the two of you getting caught in something spontaneous when he first slipped the condom into his wallet. He definitely didn't imagine this would be the place he'd end up using it, though. 

You reach up, plucking the condom packet from his fingers, and Aki glances up towards the driver's seat. The sky seems even darker than before, and the rain is still pouring down, battering the glass and obscuring the view. The windows of the car are slightly tinted, and with this storm, there's still no-one to be found. 

You tear open the condom wrapper, and you're sliding the lubricated latex down his hardened cock when Aki turns to look at you again. He settles his much larger hand over your own, he helps you tug the condom snugly on his length. 

“So...” Aki starts, and you look up to meet his eyes. “You were planning on doing this without protection?” 

He's so perceptive, you can't help but laugh. “Maybe. You're right, though. It's better to be safe.” 

Aki's eyes narrow. His expression seems unamused, but the more he thinks about it, the more he considers what that would entail — fucking you raw, the deeper his cheeks redden. Perhaps he should have gone with what you wanted. 

“Hey,” Your voice rouses him from his thoughts, “Sit back for me.” 

As he leans back, settling into the seat, you climb into his lap to straddle him again, pressing your lips to his. Your palms roam up and down his chest, fingertips tracing the scars littered across his toned body. 

His tongue snakes against yours, he kisses you deeply. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip before you detach and kiss his chin, then the edge of his jaw, trailing kisses down his to his neck where you suck beautiful fields of lilac and dusty pink into his pale skin. Aki gasps; his hands drift down your waist, the shape of your hips, and the arch of your back until they begin to knead the soft flesh of your ass. 

You can't wait any longer; you raise your hips and grip the base of his cock, running the tip over your wet folds. Aki looks down, he watches, he bites down on his lower lip. Then, he meets your gaze, his eyes glazed over, his expression pleading. 

Finally, you align his throbbing cock to your entrance, bringing yourself down halfway, slowly. You feel the fat tip of his cock enter you, you feel it stretch you out. Aki throws his head back, his eyes closed. He already feels like he could cum, just from this. Just from being halfway inside you. 

“Shit,” he mumbles, “God, that feels so good, fuck, baby-” 

You're both panting, and you've barely even taken him. 

Aki cracks his eyes open to watch you sink down on his cock, the length slowly disappearing inside you. He sucks a hiss between his gritted teeth when you settle on him all the way, taking all of him in. Your heart is pounding wildly against your ribcage, your head is starting to spin. 

“Too deep?” Aki asks between pants, and you shake your head. A few moments go by, you listen to the rhythmic drum of rain, Aki rubs soothing circles on your back and gives you a minute to adjust. 

It feels so good to finally be inside you. Aki breathes in deeply, he groans when your hips shift. You take another few moments to compose yourself before you lift your hips a little, only to immediately drop back down on his cock, causing a low fuck to escape from his lips. 

You start bouncing up and down his length, and he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your nipple. His hand gently kneads your other breast. You moan softly, hands reaching up to tug his messy hair out of his topknot, until your fingers can run through the strands and your nails can drag across his scalp, making him grunt and his spine tingle. 

“You like that, baby?” you coo, and Aki hums in approval, sending vibrations over your breast. His eyebrows are knitted together, his eyelids are fluttered shut. 

He swirls his tongue around your nipple and kisses your breast before pulling away. Your pace is getting a little faster, a little harder. The car is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin as you ride him, and the needy whines and moans coming from both you and him. 

“I love it, love it so much,” Aki sighs, “S-So wet and tight for me.” 

You grind your pelvis into his, and he grips your waist to help you along. You start to feel Aki raising his hips up from the seat. Ever so slightly, at first, just trying to feel you a little deeper. And then, desperately — he's matching your rhythm and rutting up into you, fucking you as you ride him with needy whines and fragile gasps. 

His expression already looks so fucked-out: his pupils blown, his lips parted, hair down and messy to frame his face. He's practically drooling. 

“That’s it, baby,” you purr as Aki thrusts up into you again, moaning from the pleasure. “Show me how much you like it.” 

“Ngh — fuck.” Your words only seem to spur him on more. Aki digs his nails a little harder into your hips, he shakes his head to get his messy bangs out of his eyes. 

“Oh, yes.” you moan, gripping his broad shoulders to steady yourself, “Right there, please, right there-” 

Sweat drips from his forehead, droplets cascade down his chest. He's fucking right into your sweet spot, to the point where you hardly have to move, you just let him thrust into you. Your ass is slapping against his thighs. Aki kisses your cheek before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. 

The kiss is a wild clash of tongue and teeth, but you break away almost as soon as it begins, crying out when Aki buries himself into you hard. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, gasping over and over again in pleasure. 

Suddenly, Aki's pace starts to slow, he's holding you still and trying to catch his breath. His thighs are twitching, and his heart is pounding, it's so loud he can hear it in his ears. 

“Not… not gonna last much longer like this,” he mumbles, and you sit up to meet his eyes. There's an earnest, loving expression in the back of his gaze when he asks, “Can we change positions?” 

You don't answer, still catching your breath, but you nod your head. Aki rubs your hips, he lifts you and pulls out of you slowly, he kisses your jaw and your throat. You feel his arm curl around the small of your back, and he gently maneuvers your body until you're under him, your back laying flat against the seat. The leather is cool and smooth on your skin. 

Aki takes in the sight of you for a few moments, his eyes scanning your form. He admires the way you're splayed out beneath him; so beautiful, so angelic, as you always are. This time, though, it's a little different. It's a bit different to see you here, to have you in a place like this. It somehow manages to be exciting, but just as intimate as when he has you in his bedroom at the same time. 

He can't hold back from telling you in a sweet voice, “You're beautiful. So beautiful.” 

He closes his eyes, he listens to the drum of the rain for a second. Then, he grabs your waist, squeezing it carefully to let you know he's continuing, before lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. 

Aki is incredibly gentle when he enters you again, like he’s handling glass, easing inside of you slowly. But once he's halfway in, everything is so hot and wet and tight that he's nearly on the verge of losing control, he has to resist the urge to just fuck you senseless. 

He exhales a shaky breath, you watch as his eyebrows furrow and God, it's so good, he's about to bottom out and it's such a snug, tight fit but it's just so right. All you can do is wiggle your hips and sigh feebly under the pressure, with Aki's forehead pressed to yours as he fills you. 

He places one of his hands on your side, while the other grips your leg from where it's falling off the edge of the seat. He tosses it over his shoulder, he buries himself into the hilt. 

“So good, Aki...” you gasp, your voice breathless, desperate. Aki leans down; his tongue flicks over your earlobe, he takes it between his teeth and sucks. His palms roam your body, gliding over your stomach and your sides. He kisses the shell of your ear, his warm breath fans out over it. 

“God, please.” Your head tosses back, and you're begging for him to give you more, only for Aki to ignore your pleading. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, and he kisses down your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. His lips reach your breast, he gazes fondly at the pretty shade of your skin before brushing his lips over your nipple. He licks it with the flat length of his tongue while he reaches down, bringing a free hand between your legs to rub soft circles over your clit with his thumb. You feel a wave of bliss twist up your spine, your cunt tightens around Aki's thick cock and his whole body shudders. 

A shaky moan comes with your next words: “Aki… stop teasing. Please.” 

You wiggle your hips, you whine and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to kiss and suck on your breast, humming softly. 

“Need you to fuck me, now, please, Aki?” 

A ghost of a smile forms across Aki's face. He pulls away from your chest with a quiet pop, glancing up to meet your gaze. He mumbles, “You sound so cute… you want me to move, right?” 

He rewards you with the slightest thrust of his hips, rutting himself into you, just a little bit. It's enough to make you gasp, to make you grip him tighter and tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He knows you want him to move, he just wants to hear you say it. 

Face warm and with your eyes screwed shut, you murmur his name senselessly, over and over again like a prayer, a plea. You mutter please, please, please again and again as Aki's lips ghost over yours, and then press to the side of your throat, where he kisses and lightly nibbles, leaving impressions of his teeth. 

He tries to hold out, he tries to tease you as much as he can, only moving slightly, just enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you and the sound of your pretty voice. But it's hard to resist you, especially when you're begging for him. He longs to give you everything you ask for. 

“Alright,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle, “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

Aki rests his head on your shoulder, and as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, he quickens his pace, thrusting into you with deep, languid rolls of his hips. He reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head and threads his fingers with your own, holding them tightly. 

He pulls back and meets your eyes; your gaze flickers over his and you watch his brows furrow from the building pleasure. Then, Aki leans in, all the way until he's kissing you and his tongue is slipping past your lips. 

He begins to drill himself in fast, thrusting himself eagerly into you with long, deep strokes. The small space of the backseat causes his body to press up close to yours, and the perked buds of your nipples graze against his chest with every abrupt movement. Aki screws his eyes tightly shut, he lets go of your hands to hold the sides of your face as he kisses you. He focuses on the way your nails rake over his back. 

He kisses you leisurely, deliberately, as if he's trying to capture every inch of your sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. You whimper into his mouth; his cock is hitting the spot that always makes you melt, it's causing you to arch your back into him. His tempo doesn't slow, nor does it falter. He continues to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and causing all your nerves to light up when his pelvis grinds into your swollen clit with each of his thrusts. 

His hand steadies on the curve of your hip, he keeps the connection between your mouth and his as his palm trails lower, further downwards until it reaches the warmth of your cunt. You're soaked with both of your desires, your clit feels slick on his fingertips when he toys with it. 

You grip him tightly, clutching onto him as if your bearings have been thrown and he is the only thing in this world that can keep you grounded — a solid rock amongst the heavy waves. You find sanity in the taste of his tongue, and stability in your hands grasping at his shoulder blades. He's close, so close. 

He pulls away from your mouth, his warm breath mixes with yours, and you immediately gasp, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” 

Aki responds with a deep groan, his voice husky. “I won’t baby, I’ll give it to you as much as you want.” 

He leans down, kissing the tip of your nose. And then, his tongue presses to your neck, he licks a long stripe up your skin, eliciting a stuttered whimper from your lips. Aki leans his head on your shoulder, he sighs into your nape. It's so cute, it's so sexy that you want him so badly. You're begging desperately under him, when moments earlier you were the one teasing him, like the little minx you always are. 

You're always like this. You can tease him as much as you'd like, but he knows how much you need him. That's why you had him fuck you here, without being patient enough to wait for the two of you to get home. 

The rain is just as steady as it was when you began. It overpowers the echo of Aki's skin hitting yours, it's a quiet sort of lull that soothes you the moment the sound fills your ears. Everything feels slow, warm and sleepy and tinged with electricity. Is this how things always were with him? 

You reach for his face, you cup his cheeks and get him to look into your eyes. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, I love you so much.” Aki responds immediately, breathlessly, and he slows down the rhythm of his thrusts. 

In this beautiful instance of time, nothing matters, absolutely nothing but you. 

You take him into your broad oceans of adoration, care, and unadulterated love. You sweep him out into your calm oceans and away from the rocky shores which expose the jagged edges of his past, a life already lived, that still manages to cut at his bones, that still digs deep into his sanity and claws at the worst of him. 

Right now, you look heavenly, your hair splayed out onto the dark, leather seats, the warm light reflecting off your skin. Aki marvels at your beauty; the way the overcast lighting and shadows from outside cast over you makes you glow as if you're a piece of the moon itself, dislodged and sent down to earth to bring the brightest of lights into his life. An ethereal being for him to love and adore, who he's lucky enough to have all for himself.

Slowly, he works back to his previous pace, but his eyes never leave your form, he never stops gazing at you with such adoration and love. Your heart flutters ceaselessly inside of your chest. 

Honestly, Aki is so turned on he's starting to lose control of himself. The mere sight of you underneath him, in the backseat of the company’s car, in the middle of an empty street — it’s something Aki couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams. And yet, it feels so lovely to have you here, so perfect, he just can't get enough. 

The simmering pressure that's been building up in him, deep and potent, begins to rapidly pool in his core to the point where Aki is sure he won't be able to hold back for much longer. The coil in his stomach is tightening, winding and threatening to snap. His bottom lip is bitten to hell and back, and his parched throat murmurs your name with a harsh sense of yearning. 

Aki looks down at you with a hooded gaze, but he ceases to break eye contact with you. His forearms support his weight on either side of your body as he continues to thrust in and out, following the rhythm that always makes you come undone for him. 

Pleasure consumes him, it consumes you, you're joined in the most intimate way two people could become one. The act is sinful, but it's coated in the deep bond the both of you share, it's intertwined with pure love and utter devotion. 

“A-Aki,” You sound like you’re on the verge of tears, babbling as you beg, “I can’t, I have to… Aki, please, I-” 

You interrupt yourself with a loud cry, tossing your head back as you immerse yourself in the very peak of your euphoria. 

“Yeah?” Aki gasps back, fucking you deeply, perfectly, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him. 

“Let go, sweetheart.” He's barely breathing the words, he grasps your chin and stares into your eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip. “Come for me – Come all over me.”

It’s impossible to say no. Not when his voice is so soft and convincing, so enticing. Not when he's fucking you this good, bringing you to heaven with every deep roll of his hips. 

You can barely hear the rain outside anymore. The only thing you can focus on is the pleasure, the only sound filling your ears is the echo of Aki's heavy breaths and his desperate moans. You want to drown in this feeling forever, you want Aki's sweet words to melt into your skin, to brand you with his mark. 

The whole car is shaking from the weight of Aki's thrusts as he fucks you into the seat. You're right on the edge, and one more deep thrust throws you over; your thighs shudder, you let go with a scream of his name. Aki works you through your bliss, drawing out your pleasure until the feeling of your walls clamping around his cock has him meeting his end along with you. 

He groans your name, his head drops to your shoulder and his eyes screw shut. His thrusts grow erratic, clumsy, he mutters a mix of yes, and, I love you. He spills a warm load inside the condom as your walls throb around him, milking him for everything he has. 

The white fades eventually, like lamplight dimming behind a shade. Your vision is hazy, the both of you are a sweaty mess in the backseat, and when you breathe in, it’s all musky and good and sweet, just the scent of sex and the feeling of Aki's body pressed closely to yours, his arms wrapped loosely around you. 

After a few moments, Aki pulls out of you, and he pulls you close to him so you're huddled up to him. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and you can feel it against yours. You breathe in and out, deeply, trying to steady your breathing. Aki does the same. Your hearts sync up to the same steady rhythm. 

The afterglow begins to settle into Aki’s bones. His mind is a complete haze of pleasure, and the only thing on his mind is you, you, you. He sits up a little, and he turns to look at you, only to find that you're already staring back up at him with adoration in your eyes. 

Aki stares into them for what feels like an eternity, stretches of time that must only be mere seconds, but feel like they've continued on for decades, horizons far beyond this unfairly short lifetime. Your gaze is his solace, his home. He knows he's too far gone. 

When he says those three words again, it feels greater than the first time, more than the second. As if with every new time he confesses his love to you, the truth of it engraves itself deeper into his being.

Aki breathes, “I love you.” 

You smile, you lean in and kiss his shoulder. “I love you too, Aki.” 

Aki nuzzles your forehead weakly. He gives the two of you a few more moments to regain composure, and then he pushes himself up, discarding the condom and collecting both of your clothes. He helps you get dressed, he tugs his clothes on and adjusts them so they're just as neat as they were before. You hand him his hair tie as you finish buttoning up your shirt, and Aki ties his hair up before climbing into the driver's seat. 

The rain has finally slowed down to a soft drizzle. Thankfully, when you climb into the passenger's seat and scan the road, you don't see anyone on the streets. You lean your head into the headrest, finally feeling the fatigue of the mission and the previous activities from earlier take over. 

Aki looks towards you. He makes sure you're alright, he reaches for the keys and turns them in the ignition, firing up the engine. 

You meet his eyes. One of his hands grips the steering wheel, and the other reaches for yours. He brings it close to his face, he presses a kiss to your knuckle. He lets go and settles his palm onto your thigh. 

“Come on. Let’s go home.” 

a/n: pls forgive if you see any errors, dumblr likes to fuck up my posts for some reason.

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one

chapter two | red. rain. rotten.

his pov;

She was standing underneath a stripe-patterned banner that shielded her from the pouring rain. Her nimble fingers sorted through an assortment of fruits, trying to decide which were the ripest and tastiest of the bunch. Of course, she was by herself, with none of her peers or family around her. I knew she was close to them. But why must she always be alone?

The tan-suede coat I wore protected me from the cold, keeping my body somewhat warm. My gloves and hands were stuffed in my pockets as I peeked around the corner and watched the girl shop. I noticed her begin to shiver, which I dreaded. I was so selfish. I didn't need this coat. I've spent countless nights in the cold, the crashing waves of the East Blue only intensifying the breeze. I was almost immune to the cold, but her? Y/N's nose was reddening as her teeth shattered. Was any fruit worth suffering in the cold? A devil fruit, maybe. But even then, it wasn't worth it. "Y/N," I smiled as I approached the maiden. The girl's head rose as she picked up an apple then her body twisted, her eyes growing wide upon the sight of myself. She nearly jumped. "How-" She shook her head. "Are you following me?" Her voice and body shook. Yes. "No, of course not," I laughed, brushing the accusation off my shoulders as I took a few more steps toward her, closing the wide gap. "I was looking for something to eat and I spotted you. Am I not allowed to say hello?" Guilt was something I was tremendous at. Y/N still seemed skeptical but after a slight sigh, she smiled and nodded her head. "No, forgive me. I'm sorry. Uh," She turned her attention to the apple she was holding then let it drop among the others crowding in a small basket. "None of these apples look good."

"They've been sitting out for a while. The shop clerk doesn't take the best care of his fruits. It's why they're so cheap," I chuckled to myself and reached down to grab an apple. I twisted it and examined a large brown spot that was eating away at the once-bright red color. I huffed, "I'm sure you can find something else to eat."

"I can't afford anything else to eat."

My eyes widened and I took a step back, visibly and internally shocked. What? She couldn't afford to eat anything other than a rotten apple? "Why?"

"It's a long story," Y/N admitted. "But I don't wanna talk about it." The girl sorted through found one that looked reasonable, and started to dig in her pocket. She pulled out nothing. "Never mind, I can't even afford that." Letting out a pitiful laugh, she dropped the fruit. I frowned. Her absence of money was one of the few things I didn't know about her. And now that I was aware of it, I felt a puzzling and aggressive feeling in my stomach. Was she out of work? Did she not have any way of providing for herself? Raising my hand, I grabbed at my chin and scratched the bottom of it. "Let me buy you something to eat."

"What?" Her eyes widened and she immediately shook her head, waving her hands as a type of rejection. "You are not buying me anything."

"It's just lunch. It's no biggy," I remarked. "At least something small."

"Why?" She folded her arms over her chest. "Do you feel sorry for me? First, you see me getting picked on by some slob, and now, you see that I'm too poor to afford a rotten apple. What's next?"

"Y/N, knock it off. Stop. Just think of it as a friend doing something nice for their friend."

The questioning look remained stuck on her face as she stared up at me. I tried to maintain a serious expression though the look she was giving me made my lower lip purse, like a pout. How was someone so enchanting? I continued to stare into her eyes, making quick glimpses to explore her other facial features before she finally made a decision. "Fine, but just this once, okay?" "You got it." I winked. -=- Being the gentleman I am, I loaned Y/N my coat to wear despite her dismay and numerous declines. She was pouty the entire walk to the pub but I didn't care. I'd rather her in a pissy mood than feeling physically uncomfortable due to the rain. I, however, was shivering. I was starting to become drenched. I held a newspaper over my head in hopes of staying dry but the wind was strong and the rain was forceful, almost piercing through the thin paper.

When we arrived at the restaurant, she found herself a seat in the corner of the establishment, scooting far into the booth. I followed behind her, sitting on the edge of the seat. I'd rather her be sitting across from me than rather to the side but due to her current emotional state, I stayed quiet and slid her the menu. "Get whatever you want, alright? I mean it."

"Are you a man of money?"

"Something like that," I snickered and ducked my head down to examine the options.

"Have you killed anyone before?" Y/N asked as she folded her arms over the table, her eyes peering at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows and let out a soft laugh. "No," I lied. "I'm not like that. I wasn't that type of pirate."

"What kind of pirate were you?"

"What kind of pirates do you think there are?"

"I don't know," She said as she pursed her lips. "I don't like pirates."

I nodded, unsure of a proper reply. I didn't like lying to her. I was fine with lying, in general. I was the master of conniving and deception. But I wanted to be different for her. Maybe a better person, though that seemed a bit rash. I left the East Blue after discovering that Monkey D- or whatever his name was received a higher bounty than me. Double my own, to be precise. My normally high and mighty ego dropped down and was smooshed by a brick. I didn't want to show my face again, at least not for a while. I wanted somewhat of a fresh start. And when I discovered my presence in the North Blue was dim and almost non-existent, I decide to settle down and refresh.

Then I discovered her.

And my plans completely changed.

"Do you know what you're getting?" Y/N's voice interrupted my thoughts and I raised my head and peaked up at her, smiling softly.

"Hm, not too sure yet," I replied.

"Are you cold? You look cold. You can have your coat back, it's--"

"Nah, keep it. It looks better on you," I said with a grin. I reached for a napkin and started to dab at my forearms, trying to dry myself off. The lovely woman aside of me frowned and stayed quiet. I could tell she felt guilty, which, of course, wasn't my intention. So in hopes of brightening up the mood, I decided to tell a joke.

"What's a pirate's favorite type of exercise?"

Y/N smirked and scrunched her eyebrows. "What?" She laughed.

"The plank."

Her hand slapped over her mouth in hopes of keeping her loud giggles and snickers to a minimum but the more she proceeded to think about it, the more laughs she erupted. My face reddened. I glanced around me, noticing that every other patron and pirate were staring directly at us. Gulping, I reached forward and pulled her hand down from her mouth. "Come on, stop. It's not that funny."

"It's stupid, that's why it's funny!" She continued to cackle as she threw herself over the table, clutching her stomach. A smile crawled on my face, not a painted one. Hearing her laugh, while for no reason, was a beautiful sound. And seeing her laugh? That was even better. I rested my chin in my hand and watched her, smiling to myself. When she finally calmed down, she wiped tears from her eyes. Her face was stained red. "Gosh, I am so sorry," She sighed, shaking her head. "I needed that, thank you."

"It's no problem," I said as I dropped my menu.

Due to the lack of laughter, a waiter finally arrived and took our orders.

"I'll have a slice of apple pie, please. With a cup of milk," Y/N smiled up at the waiter as she read off from the menu.

I raised an eyebrow. Dessert?

"Then after that, I'll have the fish and chips. But I want the pie first, please. Not after." She announced and she folded her menu, sliding it forward. She smiled at me.

I looked at her, completely confused. "Uhm," I looked back to the waiter, "I'll just have a cup of coffee."

Now, Y/N was looking at me, confused.

The waiter nodded and left. "Hey," Y/N started. "Why aren't you eating? I thought you were on your way to get something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry. Plus I doubt you'll finish all of that. I might pick on your leftovers," I said with a grin then I started to munch on the small bowl of peanuts that sat in the middle of the table. "What's up with the apple pie though?"

"I like to eat my dessert before my food because that's what I'm looking forward to," She hummed as she leaned back in her seat. "What if during our meal, we are stormed by a group of pirates and killed at gunpoint? Or a sea snake comes and eats us whole?"

"Ha! What?"

"It's unlikely but it's possible. And I'd like to die knowing I was able to get to the good part of my meal." She wagged her finger at me.

"You make a good point there."

"I know," The girl said with a satisfied grin.

I chuckled and sat back, drumming my gloved fingers on the edge of the table. A thought pondered my mind but I didn't know whether to act on it or not. I wanted to, but I didn't want to overstep any boundaries. I felt Y/N and I were moving forward with our relationship if there was one. We were talking, enjoying a meal together. I made her laugh. She admitted a quirk about herself to me. I felt there was good progress. But I wanted more. I was an impatient man. And the fact that it took five months for me to finally talk to her, despite her initiating the conversation, was surprising. I was eager to get what I wanted. And Y/N was the only thing my mind and heart could agree on.

But the fighting halves of my brain finally settled and I rested my arm over the top of the booth, leaning back. "So, uh, earlier you said you needed to laugh? How so?"

"It's a long story," She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.

"I've got no places to be, I have time," I said as I cracked a peanut open, discarding of the shells on an unfolded napkin. I watched as she began to grow uneasy with the topic but I was desperate to want to know what was the issue. Why was she stressing her pretty little head? I frowned. "Come on, talk to me. We aren't friends, I'm a stranger to you, no? Who am I gonna talk to or tell?"

"You make a good point," Y/N sighed and leaned forward, raising her hand to scratch at the back of her neck. "It's just- I don't know, it's a lot. I haven't talked to anyone about it."

“Why not?”

“Because it’s something I’m not proud of.”

What could someone as sweet and fragile as she has done that was such an awful deed?

“What is it?” I tossed a peanut into my mouth.

“Well, I was young when it all happened. But when Gold Roger announced the One Piece before he died, my dad was one of the stupid pirates who thought he could have a shot at finding it,” She announced as her eyes rolled and she started to chew on my inner cheek. “My mom kept telling him to knock it off and stop living in a fantasy but he set off, determined to find it. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years. But this came to me a few days ago,” The girl dug her hand into her pocket, rummaging around before she pulled out a crumpled piece of coffee-stained paper. She rolled the ball toward me.

I looked at her then back down at the paper ball. I reached forward and grabbed it, raising an eyebrow. Unfolding it, I smoothed the paper against the table and started to allow my eyes to trail over the letter.

‘Y/N,

It is with great sorrow that I write you this letter. I wish you the best in your youth and I hope you amount to incredible things, such as creating a new destiny for you and your mother. I am sorry I wasn’t able to be a better father for you. Greed is distasteful. I won’t see you again. At the time of writing this, I will be long gone. But please, do me one thing: never stop smiling.

I love you, kiddo.

Love, Dad’

I clenched my jaw and looked back up at her. “Damn, that is a lot.”

“I told you,” She whispered as she tore the paper out of my hands, crunched it into a ball, and then shoved it back into her pants. “I didn’t think he’d be dead. Not this soon. My parents had me when they were young. And to think that my dad died doing something everyone warned him of. It’s horrible. It haunts my mind every day,” She frowned, her eyes tearing up. “Do I write back?”

“Do you have things you wish to say to him?”

“So much. But if he’s dead, then there’s nothing I can say, right?” Y/N rubbed at her nose and took a deep breath as she looked up, her hands waving in hopes of drying her tears. “God, I hate crying.”

“Maybe just write your heart out. Say everything you wish you could say to him. Then seal it in a bottle and toss it into the sea,” I suggested. I looked down at my gloved hand and hesitating, I reached forward and took hold of her small hand. I gave it a tight squeeze. “What do you want to say?”

“How I hate him for abandoning me and my mother but I still love him because he’s my father,” Y/N murmured, the rest of her words muffling as her lower lip quivered. She broke down in a fit of sobs as tears ran down her gorgeous face. I swallowed, never knowing how to react when someone cried. As a child, I hated to be touched whenever I was upset. I wondered if she was the same way. “I don’t know, I don’t,” She repeated as she buried her face in her hands.

I looked around the bar, nervous that others were watching this scene. First the obnoxious laughter and now this? Her emotions were spiraling.

“Hey,” I whispered, my thumb rubbing along her wrist. “Let's say we get the food to go and I’ll take you back home. Eat where you feel comfortable and so you can properly feel your emotions.”

“Huh?” She raised her head, the light mascara that accentuated her eyelashes, now dripping down her cheeks.

“I’m going to go tell the chef to wrap your meal up. Then I’ll take you home,” I continued and I raised my free hand, snapping my fingers to signal we needed assistance. “But don’t worry, I’ll turn around when you walk inside.” I cocked a smile but the comment remained unheard as she continued to cry.

I finally found a waiter and instructed him that we were taking the meal to go. He looked at Y/N with a concerned look but I told him she was alright. But I didn't even know that.

On the walk back to her place, I think I managed to get her to calm down. My hand rubbed at her back as she dipped her head in her hands. I guided her through crowds, instructing her on where to go since her eyes were covered and swollen with tears. A small frown fell on my face despite the red-painted smile I wore so proudly. The face paint I wore was smeared and dripping due to the rain from before. It was continuing to rain but not nearly as frequent and hard as earlier.

I had no idea she was this emotional. It made me feel guilty, even though, as far as I knew, I had nothing to do with why she was crying so much. I hated seeing her so sad. Normally, if it were anyone else apart from her, ridiculing would be my goal. I never cry. Pirates don't cry. But my nose burned with an odd sensation as I helped her up the staircase to her small, run-down building. I blinked rapidly and the feeling went away. Letting out a sigh, I gave Y/N a pat on the back and informed her that we were finally home. Her head raised from the confines of her hands and she revealed a wet, red face with strands of her hair sticking to her skin. A frown stayed on my face. I pulled my hand from her back and dropped the takeaway down on the doorstep. I clenched my teeth together and watched as she fumbled to push the door open. "Here," I whispered, using my foot to nudge it open. It gave way, revealing a disorderly room with an unkempt bed and a woman sleeping under the sheets. It was probably her mother.

"Thank you," Y/N finally spoke, her voice croaking. "I appreciate it, honestly. I'm sorry for ruining your meal."

"Don't apologize. Things are fine. Go eat then get some rest, alright?"

"Yeah, okay." She rubbed her nose and nodded her head. "I'll see you around." Her body twisted and she hunched over to grab the uneaten food. She stepped inside.

"Y/N," I started, stopping her in her steps. She turned around. As I dug through my pocket, I pulled out a few berries, placing them in the palm of her hand. "Take these, okay? It's not a lot but, it should last you a little while."

"What?" She looked in her hand, shaking her head. "Buggy, no, I can't accept this. This is too much."

"Come on, take it. It's okay. You need it more than I do."

"But this is like," She counted the bills in her hands, "forty-three hundred berries... Are you completely sure?"

"Yes, I am," I said with a smile.

"I'm going to pay you back for this, I promise."

"No need."

"No, I want to. Please. I won't take this unless you allow me to repay you for this. Okay?" She slipped the money into her pocket, wiped her palm on the side of her pants, then held it out. "Deal?"

Chuckling to myself, I nodded my head. "Deal." I shook her hand. "Now, come on, go eat. I don't want to take any more of your time."

"Okay, okay," The beautiful girl agreed with a large grin, which was a much better sight than her crying. "Buggy, thank you. Thank you so much." And with those words, she stepped back, gave me a quick wave and a sincere grin, then shut the creaky wooden door behind her.

The sound of the door shutting nearly made me jump. And when I realized I was left all alone, the same sensation in my nose appeared. I gulped and walked down the stairs, now standing on a wooden dock. I hugged my arms and my eyes widened.

Y/N still had my coat.

[munson-blurbs]

Thot of the day: reader is obsessed with Eddie's lips, she has the biggest fattest crush on him, maybe he's a costumer in her cafe, they often speak/flirt and she watches him greedily, thinking about what those lips could do on her. She often fantasizes about making him sucking her fingers while she rides him. Well, she's determined to make him hers 🫠

Combined with this anon req:

Hello hello hello! I love your blog! may I please request a little smutty thing of Eddie losing his mind over fem reader having a tongue piercing when she's going down on him?

I took some liberties and made some changes so Eddie is more subby; hope that's okay!

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), teeny mention of breeding kink, subby!Eddie

WC: 2.5k

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Eddie hadn’t even meant to meet you. 

He’d only stumbled into the café in a feeble attempt to get out of the pouring rain after the wind snapped his umbrella inside out. The goal was to get to the nearest McDonald’s for lunch, since he’d forgotten his sandwich at home, but the weather had other plans. 

“Shit shit shit,” he’d muttered, shaking out the umbrella haphazardly before giving up and chucking it in the trash. There was no way he was walking anywhere else, so he wiped his hands on his jeans—which were now stuck to his thighs—and approached the counter to get a better look at the menu. 

“What can I get for you?” A voice greeted him, coming out from behind the espresso machine. You gave him a small smile as you grabbed a notepad to jot down his order. 

“Um,” Eddie’s full attention was on you, rather than his food options. “Do you serve coffee here?” 

You gestured at the bags of coffee beans lining the counter. “What gave it away?” you’d asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

He could smack himself—it’s a café, of course there’s coffee. “I mean, I’ll have a large coffee, cream and sugar.” That’s what Wayne gets whenever they go to the diner, so he chooses the same. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows. “Anything to eat?” You pointed to the small chalkboard hanging behind you. “If you need help sounding out any of the words, let me know.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Are you calling me dumb?” he’d balked. “What kind of customer service is this?” But he was smiling, and his silly, overly dramatic nature had you giggling. 

That’s when he saw it. 

The black stud, perfectly adorning the center of your tongue. It flicked against your teeth as you’d told him, “the chicken pesto panini is my favorite.” There was no response from the curly-haired metalhead before you. You’d squinted slightly, waving your hand in front of his face. “Hello? You good?”

“Wha—oh, yeah,” he’d stammered bashfully, breaking from his trance. “I’ll have that, then. The, uh, the chicken thing.”

“So, one coffee and one chicken thing?” you’d teased him. “And who’s this for?” 

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion. “It’s for me?” It comes out as a question. 

“And does ‘me’ have a name?” You laughed again. He didn’t even care that you were laughing at him, not with him. He’d say or do nearly anything to get a glimpse of your tongue and that godforsaken piercing. 

“Oh, uh, Eddie. Eddie is my name,” he says lamely. 

“Eddie. Got it.” You’d written his name on the side of the Styrofoam cup in permanent marker. He’d felt himself stiffen against his zipper when you’d said his name aloud. He wanted to hear you moan it, scream it, over and over. 

From that moment on, Eddie is totally smitten. He stops by the café for his coffee every morning on his way to work at the record store. The burgeoning caffeine addiction is worth getting to talk to you for just a few seconds. 

After a week of flustered half-conversations, he finally works up the nerve to ask you an actual question.

“Are you from around here? Like, from Hawkins?” It’s clunky and awkward, but it’s a start.

“Kinda?” You chuckle at his puzzled expression. “I lived here until my parents divorced when I was fourteen, right before I started high school. Then I went to live with my dad in Chicago until I started college last year.”

“That’s cool–I mean, it’s not cool that your parents split up, that sucks, but it’s cool that you lived in Chicago and go to college and stuff.” Good God, stop talking, Eddie wills himself, practically clamping his lips shut in an attempt to cut off his babbling. “What brings you back?”

You give an exasperated sigh. “My mom insisted I spend the summer with her; she wants to ‘reconcile our misgivings’ or whatever bullshit line Oprah fed her.” Eddie takes note of your eye roll when you speak about your mother. “So she set me up with this job while she drags me to family therapy once a week.” You pull a cup from the pile in front of you. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, trying to find another topic to keep the conversation from ending. “Where do you go to college?”

Your smile melts him, and he has to grip the counter to keep his knees from buckling. “The Pratt Institute. It’s in New York City,” you elaborate.

Eddie’s jaw drops. “No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “I’ve always wanted to go to New York, but to actually live there? That’s fuckin’ awesome!”

“My mom wasn’t thrilled,” you confess through gritted teeth. “She never liked that I wanted to pursue art as a career. It was always, ‘make it a hobby so you can get a real job.’” You slide his cup towards him. “It’s like, she disapproves of everything that I do: what I study, friends I hang out with, people I’ve dated.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?” The question spills out before he can think it through, hoping you don’t pick up on his eagerness.

You shake your head. “Single as ever,” you reply chipperly. “Why, you putting in an application?” Your tongue sneaks past your teeth, just enough to show off the piercing.

A blush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks at your proposition. “Maybe? If you’re interested? If not, I can just pay for my coffee and go.”

You tilt your head, musing his proposition. “I’d be lying if I said I was looking for something serious right now,” you begin, watching his shoulder sag dejectedly, “but my boss doesn’t get here for another hour, if you wanna fool around in the back?”

Eddie’s eyes almost pop out of his head. “You wanna fool around…with me?” He doesn’t wait for your response as he hoists himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of cups and the basket of sugar packets. “I’ll clean that up later,” he mumbles, dragging you to the door marked “employees only.” 

His hands are relentless, like he can’t decide where to put them first. First, he cups your cheeks as he presses his lips to yours, but determines that that’s too intimate for the occasion. He brings his palms up your shirt, messily groping at your tits through your bra. “S’perfect,” he growls as he bites your neck. You can feel him twitching in his jeans, and you grind up against him. The groan that leaves his mouth is downright pornographic. 

Your tongues intertwine as he pushes you against the door. He tastes like stale cigarettes and the sip of coffee he just had. His knee instinctively slips between your legs, angled perfectly for you to rub yourself on it. 

“You ever get head from someone with a tongue piercing before?” When he shakes his head dumbly, you take the opportunity to continue taunting him. “Oh, sweet boy; have you ever gotten head from anyone before?”

“N-No,” Eddie admits. “But I’d like to change that.”

You giggle at his candid confession, fingers toying with his belt buckle. He hisses at the mere brush of your hands against his clothed erection. Pulling his pants and boxers down as you drop to your knees, you watch in awe as his thick cock smacks against his stomach, leaving a pre-cum stain on his Dio shirt. “Damn, these Hawkins girls don’t know what they’re missing,” you tell him. You lean over, spitting on his pink tip and collecting the saliva back in your mouth as you lick up his shaft. 

The piercing feels like absolute heaven on the ridges of his dick. You trace along the vein as you take as much of him in your mouth as you can. He’s huge. 

“Holy shit, holy fuckin’ shit,” Eddie breathes, digging his ringed fingers into your hair. “Please keep going, please please please.”

Never one to turn down the chance to torture, you let go of his cock with a pop. “What was that, baby?” You give a mischievous smirk. 

Eddie looks like he’s about to cry at the loss of contact. “No, don’t stop; need you,” he whines, jutting out his lower lip reflexively. 

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” You take him back in your mouth, sucking him off while playing with his balls. He’s not expecting that, and he bucks his hips into you, making you gag.

“‘M sorry,” he whispers, pulling back slightly to let you breathe. “Didn’t mean to…” He spins a ring on his finger anxiously.

“Maybe I like choking on you,” you murmur, grasping his softening length in your lithe fingers and pumping it, watching it stiffen in your hand. “You know what else I’d like?” He hums his response. “I’d like you to cum in my mouth. Y’think you can do that for me?”

You’re shocked when he shakes his head no. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he mumbles, hoping you’ll get the hint. “Tryna hold out so, y’know…”

You lick your lips and sneer. “Honey, I bet you can get it back up in under five minutes, if that.” Swirling your tongue over his angry red tip, and grabbing his thighs, you bring him to his climax. He spills into your mouth, moaning your name so loudly you’re worried a rogue customer might hear. 

Eddie gently withdraws, and you part your lips to show him his cum on your tongue. The black stud makes the perfect centerpiece as you swallow his load.

A string of his cum lingers on your pointer and middle fingers. You consider it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. “You should taste yourself, Eddie,” you murmur. “Taste s’fucking good.” He opens his mouth obediently, sucking on your fingers harshly. His tongue tickles against them, and you shiver.

“You’re…oh my God,” he manages. “Is it too forward to say that you’re perfect?”

“I don’t care what you say, as long as you fuck me right now,” you growl into his ear. You can’t act like he’s the only needy one any longer. Ever since he’d walked into the café, drenched from the rain, you’d wanted him. Wanted his soft, pillowy lips on yours. Wanted him to sink his teeth into your skin until he left marks. Wanted him inside you, filling you up completely.

He nods his head, but the rest of his body seems to freeze in place. He snaps out of it as you bring his hands to the button on your skirt, quickly using his thick fingers to strip you of it and revealing black lace underwear. He practically falls to his knees, kissing your wet pussy through the cloth. 

“You’re fucking soaked.” Eddie can’t hide the awe in his voice, tugging at the fabric so roughly that it rips. “Oh, shit. ‘M sorry.”

“No, that was really hot,” you tell him breathlessly, mindlessly bringing your middle finger to your throbbing clit. Eddie pushes it away, running his tongue along your folds. He’s eager but timid, so you encourage him. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Oh, that’s it—right there,” you wail as he finds your hole. His thumb is rubbing frantic circles on your sensitive bud, not stopping until you cum so hard, your toes curl. 

“Fuck—yes—Eddie—I’m coming—f’you,” you manage, throwing your head back and biting your fist to muffle your screams. Sweat drips down the side of Eddie’s neck. “Worked so hard for me, didn’t you?” you coo, resuming your dominance. “C’mere; you ready to cum again?” His boner speaks for itself, twitching up against him. 

You lean your stomach against the cool countertop, mentally reminding yourself to sanitize it tonight. “‘S not ideal, but it’ll do,” you say. A lot of people want their first time to be in a bed, or on a beach, gazing lovingly into their partner’s eyes. Well, Eddie Munson was going to lose his virginity by fucking you from behind in the café kitchen, but you doubt he’s complaining. 

“I d-don’t have, um, protection.” He winces at his awkwardness, massaging the nape of his neck. 

“Relax. I’m on the pill.” When he shoots you a dubious glance, you laugh. “Do I look like I wanna have your babies?” His eyebrows raise at the thought of it. “Oookay, we’ll unpack that another time. For right now, for the love of God, put your dick inside me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eddie sets himself behind you, sliding into your waiting pussy. “So tight; takin’ me so good.” He pinches his face together in ecstasy. 

You press your palms into the counter. “Harder. I l-like it rough.” He takes direction well, pistoning into you and grabbing your ponytail. “Yes, Eddie. Pull my hair. Fucking yank it.” You clench around his length as you feel the familiar strain on your scalp. 

“Can’t—hold—out,” Eddie groans. He wants to make you cum again, but his orgasm is just too close, and he finds himself spilling into you for the second time today. “Thassit. Take it. Take my cum, just like that.” He keeps thrusting even as he gets softer, fucking his seed into you. When he comes down from the high, he’s immediately embarrassed. “You didn’t get to—”

But he’s interrupted by the sound of the bell jingling, signaling an incoming customer. “Y/N? Where are you, dear?” a voice calls out. 

Eddie knows that voice. He knows it all too well. 

You roll your eyes. “Ugh, my mom’s here. I forgot she said she was gonna visit me at work today.” You pull your skirt back up to your waist, fasten it quickly, and secure your hair back in its tie. 

Your…mom? But that sounded like…

Without thinking, Eddie follows you, adjusting himself and fixing his belt as he walks. There’s no way…

“Edward? I didn’t know you worked here with my daughter!”

You turn to Eddie, confused. “How do you know my mom?”

But the older woman answers for him. “Oh, we know each other very well. Mr. Munson took English with me three times over. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Mrs. O’Donnell,” he replies miserably. “But I finally graduated this year.”

“And thank God for that,” Mrs. O’Donnell scoffs. “Do me a favor and stay away from my daughter. She doesn’t need any more bad influences in her life.”

Something comes over Eddie—maybe it’s his pure rage towards his former teacher; maybe it’s the confidence he feels from losing his virginity—but he steps closer to you and grabs your ass through your skirt. “Not a problem. I think my work here is done, anyway.”

Mrs. O’Donnell practically faints on the spot. “What—what do you—oh, for heaven’s sake, please don’t tell me you two are dating.”

“Oh, no, we’re not dating,” you smirk, waiting for her to relax before dropping the bomb: “We’re just sleeping together.”

Eddie grins, leaning over to kiss you possessively. “See you tomorrow? Same time and place?” He winks at Mrs. O’Donnell, still in shock from your blunt admission. “Don’t worry; I passed sex ed the first time.”

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[worldsanna]

i love you, i’m sorry

a/n -> idek what this is, i just wanted to write something for this song, enjoy <333

it was the rain.

i swear i was fine until i watched the droplets of water begin to pour down onto the ground.

the sickening crack of thunder accompanied the obnoxiously loud sounds of the rain, almost as though the universe was laughing at me.

as my wet t-shirt stuck to my skin, i was brought back to the one night that i wanted to forget more than anything. the night that i ruined everything.

i was holding her in my arms, consoling her after another failed attempt at a date. she had grown desperate, fearing that she would never truly find the right person for her.

but how could she think that when i was right there? i was always there.

i dropped everything and anything the second she needed me, yet it was never enough for her. usually, i would suck it up and push my feelings aside. but not that night.

“this dating thing is stupid. you’re never gonna find love if you keep trying to force it. this is getting exhausting, aren’t you tired?”

i had finally reached my breaking point, and i snapped. i snapped at the one person who i genuinely didn’t think i could live without.

it was selfish of me, and she made sure i knew it.

“you’re my best friend, you should be supporting me instead of discouraging me. just because you’ve given up on finding love doesn’t mean i should”

she was right, to a certain extent. a good friend would support her, but that was the issue. i didn’t want to just be her friend anymore.

“i’m not discouraging you, i’m just trying to point you in the right direction”

“why the hell would i even take advice from you? no offense, but your love life has been pretty non-existent lately”

she had never spoken to me that way before, but i could tell that she meant the words.

i was so wrapped up in the pain that her words brought me, that i hadn’t even realized that she was making her way towards the door.

before i could will myself to stop her, she twisted the knob and stepped out into the pouring rain. she stood there for a few seconds, waiting for me to speak up. she wanted me to fight for our friendship, but i simply couldn’t. i was tired of this same cycle, repeating itself over and over again.

she goes on a date, it goes terrible, she comes crying to me, i encourage her to get back up onto her feet, and she finds someone new. every. single. time.

i couldn’t spend the rest of my life chasing after someone who was waiting on some stranger to sweep her off her feet.

the idea of confessing to her did strike my mind, but i decided to avoid it. part of me was relieved that she was stepping out of the door, maybe it was time to focus on myself.

after a few more seconds, she walked out and slammed the door behind her.

sixty seconds. that’s how long it took to completely destroy our friendship. it all happened so fast, the gravity of the situation didn’t hit me until well after she left.

the only evidence that she had been there was the smudged mascara and tear drops that she left on my t-shirt.

all i wanted was my happy ending. i wanted her to look at me with the same loving look that i gave her. i wanted her to see me as something other than her pillow to dirty up and cry on. i wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by her.

i wanted her. i loved her.

i think she knew that deep down, she was just too scared to say anything.

maybe it was better this way, for both of us. people come and go, and that’s normal. that’s just the way life goes.

🌟🌟🌟🌟

i feel like this is terrible 😭

tag list: @imwetforyourmom

[bloody-cupcakes]

Hello, can I request something with JD with a reader who is visibly too crazy? As well as being too noticeable hahaha. Thank you so much

I made the reader to be the "yandere" one of the two but just to be clear this in no way means that I made JD healthy and/or well adjusted lmao, it's just that the reader is more unhinged than he is

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader is visibly crazier than JD and not very good at hiding it, mentions of shooting someone (with blanks), mentions of threatening someone with a switchblade, swearing, light stalking, allusions to violence/murder

There was talk of the new boy who'd shot two of the biggest assholes at school in the middle of the lunch room without so much as flinching. They were blanks that he used, but still.

Because of this, a lot of people thought he was crazy, but when you looked at him all you could think about was the gorgeous depths of his watercolor eyes. You had to have him, you decided, no matter what anybody else said.

You tried to follow him around so you could see what his deal was, but you weren't very good at being subtle. Not to mention how you stuck out like a sore thumb, owing it to not having a lot of friends. You were certain it was through no fault of your own and that most people just couldn't handle your eccentric nature.

Really it was because you were bat shit crazy, to put it lightly. No one could seem to forget the one time you pulled a switchblade on Heather Duke in study hall because she kept chewing her gum too loud. I mean, you make one mistake and that's all anyone remembers you for. Honestly, the nerve of some people.

So yeah, JD definitely noticed you. Maybe not the same way you noticed him (new kids were usually only on display for a couple of weeks before falling under the radar, so your fixation on him was a lot more abnormal than most) but it was still something.

He seemed to genuinely be interested in you, unlike your fellow students who always seemed to have you in the back of their minds only out of wariness over what kind of stunt you might pull next. Maybe it was because of your crazy, over-the-top nature that he became so interested in you, but it wasn't in the same way you were interested in him.

See, he could go for a few hours without seeing you, but you? No, you had to know where he was at all times. Even if you two weren't really a couple, you thought of yourselves as one. JD would probably agree with that sentiment, he just thought it was funny to see how worked up you would get whenever he referred to you as just a friend.

Of course he was aware that you were always following him around, not wanting him to be out of your sight for even a second. He thought your commitment was cute, even if your skills in the art of subtlety needed some work.

Out of the two for you, he was much better at appearing "normal" and hiding whatever sort of dark tendencies he had beneath the surface; you couldn't do that. He realized that much when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night (in the pouring rain, I might add) covered in blood.

Before he could ask what happened, you threw something down at his feet and announced, "this is for you". It was the spiral bound notebook belonging to some random kid who's homework he asked to copy the day before. He raised an eyebrow as he picked it up, noticing how the front cover had some blood spatter on it.

"Now you won't need to ask to copy their notes anymore." You seemed so proud of yourself, happy even, a stark contrast to your grouchy attitude from earlier that day. He knew you were a little upset with him for giving someone else attention other than you, he just didn't know you'd go so far as to move that person from the equation entirely.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad. In all honesty, he'd talked to (and even flirted with) them on purpose just to see how far you would go for him, to figure out where your loyalty would lie. He was a bit worried that you only seemed obsessive on the surface and were actually normal underneath it all, so this was a pleasant surprise.

The grin on your face caused him to let out a slight chuckle, tossing the notebook to the side as he approached you. "You're amazing, did you know that?" He took note of the way you beamed with pride and joy, still looking as cute as ever even with someone else's blood all over you. You were a keeper for sure.

As he leaned in to give you a kiss, he smirked at the desperate and eager manner in which you kissed him back, the blood of your victim getting on his face and clothes when you pulled him closer to you. Nothing about this situation seemed at all out of the ordinary to either one of you, despite the somewhat morbid circumstances.

JD had finally found someone who seemed to be just as devoted to him as he was them, which begged the one question he never once thought he'd ever get to ask himself: is this what love felt like?

[yournaothings]

Living the Dream

Chapter Two

(Hee~ @cactobutt made this~ From Right to Left! Felix, Kai, Atara(hasn't appeared in the story yet), and Lily. <3)

Hello! Hi! Welcome to Chapter two! Listen! I need to share a few things with you guys!

@runaway-dream-au (I love this so much, and it was part of my inspiration for "Living the Dream"! Check out their blog!)

@emeraldhazeidentity (You guys love a good Dream x reader story? Their story, "Solace" is amazing! Another amazing author who gave me inspiration to write a Dream x reader story!)

Also, @bored-animator here is Chapter two! :)

This is a little longer than the first chapter; I will have a shorter version of what was talked about in this chapter. I wouldn't be surprised if it gets boring.

This is a long chapter. We see a little bit of Dream's depression, they talk about the young lady who is stuck in a coma. Also! Blue and Ink find out that Dream is missing!

As for Nightmare? Nothing out of the ordinary. He's not worried.

Or is he?

Characters and their Creators: Killer Sans: Rahafwabas Dust Sans: Ask-Dusttale Horror Sans: Sour-Apple-Studios Nightmare Sans: Jokublog XTale Sans(Cross): Jael Peñaloza/Jakei

Ink Sans: Comyet Underswap Sans (Blue): popcornpr1nce Dream Sans: Jokublog Fresh Sans : Crayon Queen Core!Frisk: DokuDoki (Did I miss anyone??)

((I stayed up till 5am finishing this chapter, so if there are mistakes, please forgive me. D: ))

!! Another thing! Down in the End Notes, I'll have a short description of most of the chapter there. In case it's boring, which... I hope it's not. <.<

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Celestial Market didn’t see many customers today. The heavy rain poured down on the city, the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning kept people away for most of the morning and early noon. There wasn’t a lot to do, Dream and Kai had already stocked most of the shelves after the latest shipment. Maria was finishing up her paperwork in her office. Lily and Kai had already left for their other jobs, leaving Dream and Maria to tend the shop. The radio played softly in the background, set on a station that played a mixture of oldies and today’s favorites. Dream didn’t recognize them, but that didn’t stop Dream from enjoying most of the songs. 

Maria stepped out of her office and glanced around the small shop and found there to be no customers. She glanced down at her wrist watch and sighed softly; there was no point in staying open much longer. She knew the rain alone would keep anyone from stopping by, so she called it. “I think we’ll close up early today, Dream.” She called out to him while walking towards the door to lock it and flipped the open sign around so it read ‘closed’.  She wandered back in to begin shutting everything down and counting the money. While she tended to the register, Dream began working on cleaning up the place, sweeping and mopping and taking out the trash. 

He finished up his chores before grabbing his jacket and slipping it over his shoulders, his hood coming up to cover his head. He waited patiently for Maria to finish her chores, she switched off the lights and grabbed her keys; her own jacket was pulled on over herself as she met Dream by the exit. She made sure the door was locked after they stepped out, Dream waiting to make sure she would be safe, before he would leave for home. 

Maria sighed gently, relieved the work day ended a bit earlier than usual. She turned and smiled at Dream. “Would you like to join me for some coffee?” Dream looked at her in surprise, he wasn’t expecting this, but he wouldn’t mind.  “I would love to. I don’t have anything better to do.” He told her truthfully. “Wonderful!” She led him to her car, parked on the other side of the street. Dream felt bad for climbing into the vehicle while soaking wet, but it couldn’t be helped. Maria started the car and quickly turned the heat on so they wouldn’t start to freeze. “It’s not too far, and I can drop you off at your apartment after, if you’d like.” She told him as she pulled out onto the street and started for the coffee shop. “That…” He trailed off, not wanting to be a bother, but knew she wouldn’t have offered if it was a bother. 

He knew this because it’s already happened. She had offered to drive him home after a rather exhausting day at work and she had noticed how tired he was. He had declined at first, but she insisted. 

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother, I know you’re just as tired-” 

“Dream, I wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was a problem.” She told him with a smile. “Between the two of us, you live further away from the shop than I do.” 

Dream knew he wasn’t going to win and accepted her offer with a smile. 

“That would be nice, actually.” He replied honestly.  “Thank you.” Maria smiled victoriously, glad that Dream was accepting her help without arguing. The drive was silent, aside from the soft music that played on Maria’s car radio. Much like the music in the shop, but it was mostly oldies. Dream smiled, as he peered out his side of the window, watching monsters, humans, and hybrids scatter into shops, or into their vehicles (or the buses) to escape the rain. Many were already leaving work to head home, or to meet up at a popular restaurant for an early dinner. 

A peaceful smile stretched over his mouth as he silently watched the world pass by, happily watching the citizens go about their late afternoon. Once again, Dream wished he had found this AU sooner, the idea of sharing such a lovely experience with his friends warmed his soul. That smile fell just a bit and his soul began to ache from missing his friends. Blue would have loved meeting everyone, and Ink would have loved to paint the beauty this city has to offer. He thought to himself. Nightmare would have appreciated the kindness these folks shared. Nightmare. If Dream had succeeded in saving his brother, this AU would have been a perfect place for him as well. They could finally relax and not worry about any more trouble. 

He could imagine his brother, sweet little Nighty, sitting under one of the many trees in the park; a book in his lap with his circlet tipped askew as he napped. No one would come up to mess with him, only to wake him up to offer their company. Maybe request to grab a meal with them. 

Yes, Nighty would have liked it here. As much as I wish to find Nightmare, it would only lead to the downfall of this AU. I’m sure of it. Dream thought sadly, his smile finally falling as he fought the tears that wanted to escape his sockets. He believed Nightmare was still there, underneath all of that corruption. But, he didn’t believe in himself to pull him out. Not anymore. As much as Dream wished he could share this experience with his brother, with his friends, he decided that for once… For once, he’ll be selfish and keep this AU to himself. 

Immediately after thinking that, Dream deflated in guilt; this wasn’t like him. Being greedy and keeping something so wonderful secretive from his friends. But, he chose to leave his old life behind, which in turn, he had to let go of those he called his friends. It was the right thing to do. 

Wasn’t it?

“We’re here.” Maria’s soft voice shook Dream from his gloomy thoughts. He raised his watery gaze to look before them; it was a cozy looking cafe filled with customers who seeked shelter from the rain. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed this cafe before; he always wandered the city when he had the time. There was just so much that caught his attention, this shop was easily missed, he determined. He blinked away the unshed tears before turning his gaze to his driver who smiled sympathetically. Her eyes softened and her smile widened just a little when she saw his attention was on her. He wondered if she caught his saddened expression or maybe it was the tears? 

“Ready to go inside?” Her voice was soft, filled with kindness. He knew she would let him sit out here just a bit longer if it meant to gather himself from his heavy thoughts. Dream felt a warmth spread through him, the care and kindness that exuded from her soul filled him with the strength to get past his little bout of depression. 

“I am ready.” Dream said just as softly, his smile perked as he was filled with the positive energy that she unknowingly fed him. He made the first move, flipping his hood over his head and opening the car door before stepping out into the rain. Maria followed after, once their doors were shut, she pressed the lock button on her key fob as they hurried to the cafe’s entrance. 

The coffee shop was busy. It was here where Dream had a taste of bitter negativity. A few customers were waiting for their order a little longer than they would have liked, and had cut in front of a customer who was in the middle of ordering. They asked where their order was; “We’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes!” The staff apologized to them and explained that they were short staffed today. “We will have your order out to you in a few minutes. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” 

Dream had expected the customers to raise more of a fuss. Maybe it was because their orders had come almost immediately after the employee explained their hindrance. Or maybe the customers were willing to be more patient. Dream wouldn’t know, as he felt their stress ease slowly and thanked the employees before leaving. 

Dream watched them leave, hurrying to their vehicle and climbing inside before they were soaked to the bone. They must have been running late for something, Dream decided. He was relieved that the negativity didn’t last long, it had tasted bitter and stung his soul. He didn’t miss that feeling. 

“It’s no surprise that they’re busy this evening. The storm is supposed to continue on for at least another hour or so.” Maria said; she had also witnessed the small disruption, watching the customers leave before turning her attention to her friend. She studied his creased expression of concern fade into a more peaceful look. She watched his shoulders slack and heard his soft exhale of relief.  Once he was relaxed, he turned his attention to her.  “I imagine everyone will want to find comfort in a warm beverage during the storm. The staff looks exhausted.” Dream noted, having stolen another glance towards the cashier as they priced the orders, accepted the payments and sent the order to the baristas. Maria nodded, agreeing with Dream. “That they do.” She let the silence between them linger for a moment before asking, “Have you found anything you’d like to try?” 

Oh, Dream hadn’t thought to look at the menu yet. He was busy feeling the different emotions that charged the shop. He was busy soaking in the positivity, especially after the small fuss from earlier. His eye lights caught sight of the chalkboard above the counter and squinted to read some of the small writing. Nothing snagged his attention, until he found a favorable sounding beverage. It wasn’t coffee, Dream wasn’t in the mood for that. Instead he resolved on a fruity tea; he voiced his choice to Maria who nodded.  Once it was their turn, Maria placed their order, paid (with a tip) for the drinks before guiding Dream to an empty booth.

“So,” Maria started once they sat down across from each other. Dream’s wandering gaze shifted to look at her curious one. “May I be a little bold?” Dream smiled and nodded; “Of course.” He wondered what she had on her mind this time. After starting his job at her shop, they have been getting to know each other fairly quickly-  “Are you an empath, Dream?” 

His smile fell first before his eyes widened in surprise. Many thoughts filtered through his mind and he started to panic a little- did she figure out he wasn’t a monster at all? Did she have an inkling that he was more of a god?  He didn’t realize he was stumbling over his words to reply to her question, “H..How?” 

Maria offered a patient smile;  “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. But, I just notice how you react to certain situations involving strong emotions. You deflate when someone isn’t feeling well, or is sad or upset. But, when someone is happy, you glow. Your smile is brilliant and very contagious. I had just wondered…” 

Oh. He… He didn’t know he had reacted in such ways. In the back of his mind, he remembered someone had mentioned the same thing. Was it Blue? Ah, he couldn’t remember, it had been so long ago. 

He hadn’t realized he was quietly staring at Maria in surprise when an employee walked over to deliver their drinks; they had come quicker than Dream had expected due to how busy it was. He blinked a few times as his warm disposable cup was placed in front of him, before he glanced up and offered a smile and a soft “thank you”.  

The beverage was still hot, but that didn’t stop Dream from taking a sip. It was delicious, the fruit was potent on his magic as it soaked into it. He visibly relaxed, letting his stress flow from his bones. Maria remained quiet, patient as she too enjoyed her warm coffee. She had ordered a caramel, macchiato mocha; he could smell it from where he sat.  He smiled as he felt the delight from Maria as she enjoyed her drink, warming her body and soul.  It helped him relax further before he finally felt ready to answer her question from a moment ago. 

“You are correct; I am an empath.” 

Maria hummed as she took another sip from her drink before placing it on the table, her hands wrapped around the still hot cup.  “It must be very exhausting.” She responded. “I know someone who is an empath as well, but she is very sick right now. I think…” Maria trailed off as her eyes shifted away from Dream’s and became unfocused; her smile falling as she lost herself in her thoughts. 

Her emotions were everywhere, from worry, to fear, then to reassurance. They flitted through her soul so fast, Dream felt as if received whiplash, but in a more emotional way. He blinked and leaned forward to gently touch Maria’s hand, sending a wave of positive support through her being. He felt bad for using his power on her, but this was the first time he has seen her so upset and it didn’t feel right. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” He offered her relief; clearly this was a touchy subject, he could tell, but he wasn’t about to let her suffer alone. Maria glanced down to where his fingers gently touched hers and smiled. She raised her gaze, and a gentle wave of relief hit his soul. “You are so kind, Dream.” She commented before continuing.  

“Norah is a mage with empathetic qualities. She could light up the room, just like you can. Her aura was bright and soothing. Everyone felt at ease with her, even when they were having a bad day. Being around her helped rid them of their daily stress.” Maria explained with a wide smile, but it weakened as she recalled the day her friend had become ill.  “We’re really unsure what had caused her to fall ill. Her brother, Felix, had called Lily in a panic. He said that Norah had fallen unconscious. The poor young man, I had to call for help, he was in such a state of distress. We met them at the hospital and after hours of labs and testing, they couldn’t find the cause of her state of health. It was so strange.” 

“The hospital continued to do what they could for her to keep her comfortable while they tried to figure out her illness. It was only a week into her being at the hospital when this young doctor showed up. He said he lived outside of the city, but had heard about Norah’s condition and offered to help. His sudden appearance and willingness to help brought on a wave of unease, especially for Felix, but this doctor seemed to know what to do. He had checked her over and mentioned that it looked as if she were “falling down”, and that set Felix off.” Maria chuckled humorlessly. “He was so angry; said that there was no reason for her to fall down. Typically, monsters or hybrids will do that, but mages? Their souls are strong!” 

“Even if that were the case… What could have suffered Norah so much for her to fall into herself?” Dream asked gently, his brows creased with concern. “How long has she been in a coma?” Maria took a moment to drink her now cooled coffee before she answered. “A few months now. The doctor still visits her, but usually when he’s there, she stirs but never opens her eyes. It’s a promising sign, I think. Whatever the doctor is doing, it seems to be the right thing.” 

“What-” Dream begins, but falters as he gathers his thoughts, clearly uneasy. “What is the doctor doing to help Norah?” Maria shrugged gently, unable to answer that question. “He doesn’t tell us what he’s doing, performing labs and testing. I know part of the testing has to do with her soul.” 

Dream hums as he thinks about it. He’s no doctor, but it doesn’t sound right.  “I suppose,” Dream begins slowly. “If it’s aiding Norah in the end, the doctor’s methods should be trusted?” He didn’t sound sure, because he wasn’t sure- He’s never heard of this before and it really makes him feel so much more useless. His deep frown has the smile returning to Maria; “Don’t worry, Dream.” She tries to ease his worries. “I’m sure you’re right. This is new to all of us, after all. We should trust the doctor.” 

“Yes,” Dream returned her smile, even though his worries still gripped his soul. “All will be well in the end, Maria. I’m positive.” His smile widened a little and he chuckled softly at his own unintentional pun. 

After such a heavy topic, Maria and Dream switched to a lighter conversation, the rain had stopped by the time they left the shop. They hadn’t meant to stay so long; seeing as the sun was setting, Maria asked Dream over for dinner. He politely declined, explaining that he was quite exhausted. “I understand.” She told him and drove him home. However, they planned for dinner the following night. The shop would be closed, giving them a much needed day off to prepare for the small dinner party. Dream thanked Maria for the ride (and the beverage) and bid her a good night before heading inside his cozy apartment. 

-

“He’s full of shit!” Felix’s irritated voice boomed in his apartment; he wanted to throw something, but knew it wouldn’t help matters. (And it would frighten Lily, she hates loud noises-) “Felix,” Lily calmly called after him as she slipped off her sneakers and followed Felix into the living room. “Felix, please calm down. I know you’re upset, but there’s not much we can do.” She tried again, but she knew it just fueled her fiancé's anger. He gripped at his white hair and tugged at it, his huffed before pausing and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed tightly and he counted backwards, 10, 9, 8- 

Lily watched him with concern as he tried to calm himself. 7, 6, 5- His shoulders started to fall and his fingers slipped from his hair as his hands fell to his sides. 4, 3, 2- He slouched forward and exhaled, held himself there before inhaling; he caught his breath before turning around to face Lily with a distressed frown. Fresh tears lingered in his blue eyes, but he refused to let them fall. His wet, saddened gaze met Lily’s, his body deflated as if defeated by the stress that had built up once again during their visit at the hospital. 

The shorter, young woman’s steps were silent as she moved to stand in front of him and wrap her arms around Felix’s middle. She only came up to his shoulders, her head resting against his chest as she tried to comfort him. His long arms encased her within his embrace and he laid his head on top of hers. In the apartment, he was safe to cry. To release his emotions of despair. “She doesn’t deserve this.” 

“She doesn’t.” Lily agrees with him. 

“It’s not fair.” He cries softly. 

“It’s not.” She rubs his back, her heart breaking as she hears the sadness in his voice. 

“That doctor is fucking around with us!” He snapped with a bout of anger. 

“He’s been the only one who was able to get her so close to waking up, though.” She tried to defend the doctor; Felix shook his head, disagreeing. “Something isn’t right about him, Lil’s. I know you can feel it, too.” She felt speechless, because he was right. Everyone knew he was right. But, what could they do? 

“She’ll come back to us, Felix. Have faith, okay? She’s strong, she’ll wake up.” 

Felix remained silent as he held Lily close and cried in the safety of his home. 

-

There was no note explaining where he had gone. All that Core!Frisk found in the home was Dream's belongings placed neatly, safely on his bed. Now, Core knew Dream would never leave without his crown; and his weapon was left behind as well. Something he summoned and would always have with him. He didn’t dust or anything- would he turn to dust if he died? Dream wasn’t a monster, but a celestial being. If he didn’t dust, how would they know Dream was gone from the living?

Core shook their head, before deciding to send out a search party. Dream had to be somewhere- he could be hurt! That last battle with his brother had sent him home with a fractured leg; Dream was too determined to save the Multiverse, to spread positivity and save those in need. So, maybe that’s what he was doing? 

But without his gear?

“Fresh,” The parasite wore his easy grin as he lifted a bone brow, waiting for Core to continue. “Will you help me look for Dream? He isn’t home.” 

“Hah! You betcha, my funk friend!” Still so energetic, Fresh flicked his hands up and pointed his finger guns at Core, moving them in a back and forth motion as he always does. “Thank you, Fresh. I’m going to check in with Swap first, would you mind checking Ink?” With another excitable laugh, Fresh snapped his fingers, a doorway poofing into place that would lead him to Ink’s Doodlesphere. “Sure thang!” The door popped open and the goofy possessed skeleton skated on through. With a dramatic slam, the door disappeared in the same silly way it appeared. 

With a soft sigh, Core prepared to check in with Blue, hoping that Dream was there, safe and sound. 

Underswap’s AU was doing fantastic! The monsters were on the surface and both the humans and monsters were getting along well enough. There was no sight of any negativity (more so than usual), but there also wasn’t any feeling of positivity that seemed to follow Dream wherever he went. This only made Core uneasy as they knocked on the skeletons door; they only waited for- well, a few seconds really! Blue threw the door open and with his usual excitable grin welcomed Core into his home. 

“What brings you here, Core?” Blue asked as he led them further into his home. He offered them a beverage which Core declined politely.  “I’m looking for Dream. Have you seen him?” They asked with a tone of concern. This had Blue alert, but it did nothing to deflate his grin.  “I haven’t, friend. Not since we were last together when we fought Nightmare and his gang! Is he okay? Is he off on his own again?” Blue’s question ended with an exasperated huff of annoyance. It was always like Dream to get up and do things that could hurt his wounds before they had a chance to heal! 

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I think he is alone, but I don’t know where he could be. I can’t seem to find him.” Core paused, watching as Blue worked on sewing up his cape that got torn from his last battle.  “He left his belongings at his house.” 

This had Blue pausing, now fully alert and worried, filling his soul. He raised his eye lights to study Core for a moment. “Oh. That’s…” Blue began. “That is an odd thing for Dream to do. You can’t sense him anywhere?” Core shook their head. “I can’t. It worries me; he left his crown behind.” This only raised Blue’s concern and he jumped up. “Well! We should go looking for him! Who knows what kind of silly things he’s getting into!” 

Dream could be stubborn, especially when he’s been hit with a large amount of negativity. Sure, he is the Guardian of Positivity! But, just like everyone else, he can have blue days too. 

“We should go grab Ink-!” 

Just as Blue suggested gathering Ink for their search party, the silly artistic skeleton appeared in the living room where he began to panic. Behind him, a relaxed Fresh stood, watching with an easy grin. 

“Blue! Blue! Dream is missing!” Ink shouted and he grabbed Blue by his shoulders, shaking him back and forth. Blue tried to get him to stop, but had to push him away and grab him. “Ink!” He raised his voice, snapping Ink out of his panic. “Freaking out won’t help anything! We’re going to search for our friend. Do you have any idea where he could have ran off to? Without his stuff?” 

Ink paused as he thought about it, but with his disappearing memories, he had nothing to offer- he even checked his scarf! “I don’t have a clue, sorry Blue. Hey!” Ink grinned, his eye lights changing colors and shapes from his amusement. “That rhymed!” He laughed; it was no surprise to the others, Ink always got distracted so easily. Even with the alarming development of a missing Guardian, Ink’s silliness still got the others to grin. 

“Alright!” Blue started and threw his fist into the palm of his other hand, his expression pulled into a determined look. “We should start searching the positive AU’s, I’m sure he’s close by! We’ll find him and bring him home! Our friend needs support! I’m sure Nightmare had said something awful to him that got him feeling down. A movie night/slumber party is in order to help brighten him back up!” Blue declared, the others agreeing with his plan. Each one picked where to check first, Ink having to write his choices down on his scarf and Blue leaving a note for Papy when he came home. (So he didn’t get scared that Blue wasn’t home- or in the AU.) Then, they split up, making their way across the Multiverse, searching for their very dear friend. 

-

Something wasn’t right and he wasn’t sure what it was. The castle was quiet, that was strange indeed; but not what was bothering him. There seemed to be a steady increase in negativity, but he was sure his foolish brother would hurry to change that. 

Nightmare paused as he laid his feather quill pen down onto the desk, pausing his report so he could feel out for his brother’s annoying presence. Soon, he would step into whichever AU that had dropped a little into a more negative side, and help those who were not doing well, emotionally. Nightmare could tell these AU’s were more neutral, they usually teetered to one side until either brother showed up to fix it. 

Of course, Nightmare didn’t think it would be necessary to send his boys out to cause chaos. He was plenty full; besides, it was too soon to be going out to end up fighting with the Stars once more. His boys were still injured, and it didn’t help that Killer kept pissing off Dust to the point of them fighting. Nightmare was growing tired of their bullshit, and would have to send them to the far ends of his castle. 

… Hm. 

He hummed softly in wonder, before ignoring that strange feeling of something isn’t right, and picked his pen back up to finish his report. He will just enjoy the negativity, never one to turn it down. 

The sound of crashing and a Gaster Blaster going off had Nightmare’s anger rise up. He dropped his pen and slipped through his corruption and appeared in the lobby where Killer and Dust were fighting. Cross and Horror were on the sidelines, trying to stop the fight, (trying my ass, he thought). 

“That is enough!” Nightmare’s booming voice echoed throughout the castle halls, and caused the two fighting skeletons to freeze in place. They really pissed off their boss this time. “I fucking can’t believe I have to put you both in timeout!” He growled as he sent his tentacles over to snatch up the two and bring them close so they could see just how angry he was this time. His tentacles squeezed them, threateningly, daring them to try his patience. He summoned two portals, one behind each skeleton. “If you like acting like children, then I will send you both to timeout!” He shouted and threw each skeleton into their own portal, locking them away in a different part of the castle until they calmed the fuck down. 

“Whoa,” He could feel Cross’s fear and Horror’s uneasiness. “Boss, are you alright? You seem more angry than usual.” Cross dared to ask. Nightmare sent a dark glare at the monochrome skeleton, his tentacles wiggling in furious behind him. “Those two idiots have pushed my patience! I am simply fed up with their foolishness!” He saw Horror shift uncomfortably, Nightmare sighed roughly; “They are in the same rooms as before, Horror. You may only retrieve them when dinner is ready.” 

Horror visibly relaxed at that, and nodded; “Yes.. sir.” He drawled before he and Cross turned away to leave their angry boss. Nightmare turned away, allowing himself to be swallowed up by his portal and stepped into his office. He just wanted to get his report finished (a report for his records and no one else), then he could relax with a new book to read. Then, and only then, would he be able to ignore this annoying feeling that just seemed to pester him in the back of his mind. 

It irritated him to no end that this feeling had to do with his brother. He probably has a new idiotic plan to “save” me. Nightmare thought bitterly with a roll of his eye. He sat back at his desk and picked back up where he left off.

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*There's a thunderstorm, Maria closes the shop early and invites Dream to have a coffee.

*As they enjoy their beverage, Maria speaks about Norah, our young lady who is in the hospital.

*She's a mage with Empathetic powers. No one know why she fell ill; but there is a strange doctor who is "trying" to "help" Norah.

*Everyone tries to be strong and supportive, especially for Felix (Norah is his adopted sister, the adopted part wasn't mentioned in the chapter, whoops. D; ) Felix is the only one who is vocal about not trusting the doctor.

*Core!Frisk, Fresh, Blue, and Ink find out that Dream is missing (in that order, lol) and go searching for him.

*Nightmare feels something is amiss, but ignores it?

*Killer and Dust are at each other's throats, and it pisses off Nightmare, lol.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I know it was long, and probably boring... Just kind of wanted to show that even though it's a positive AU, there is negativity popping up; the usual stuff. For most citizens, anyway. I'm interested to see what you guys think of Norah and what's causing her to stay asleep for so long! As well as who this doc is and what he's doing. (Super nervous about the reaction to that reveal.)

Let me know what you think? :)

[pepi1989]

Rain Delay - Art Donaldson

Pairing: Art Donaldson x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Hey everyone! This one is short (a little over 2k words). Art hangs out with friends reader, Tashi and Patrick. Just when the fun is in full swing, a sudden rainstorm forces everyone to seek shelter. While waiting for the rain to pass, Art and reader start sharing more about themselves, and the chemistry between them is undeniable.

The sun was shining brightly as I stepped onto the tennis courts, ready for practice. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of spending more time with Art. The moment I arrived, he greeted me with a warm smile that made my heart flutter.

We started hitting balls back and forth, the sound of rackets and sneakers on the court filling the air. Art’s easygoing nature made me feel at ease, and we shared laughter and playful banter as we played. Tashi and Patrick soon joined us, adding to the fun. Tashi was full of energy, her laughter infectious, while Patrick was always quick with a joke.

“Don’t go easy on her, Art! She’s been practicing,” Patrick shouted, winking at me.

“Yeah, right! You’re just scared I’ll beat you next,” I teased back, grinning as I served another ball.

Art smirked, “Bring it on! But don’t be surprised if I leave you speechless.”

“More like confused,” I shot back, laughing as I sent another shot his way.

We continued our playful exchange, and as I scored a point, Art pretended to trip over his own feet. “Careful! You might need a safety net!” I joked, shaking my head.

“Maybe I should start charging you for lessons,” I teased. “But I’ll throw in a free ‘how to avoid tripping’ tutorial.”

“Deal! Just don’t trip over your own racket while you teach me!” he replied, laughter dancing in his eyes.

But just as we began to find our rhythm, dark clouds rolled in, and a sudden downpour interrupted our practice.

“Come on!” Art said in an annoyed voice, leading the way as we all dashed for cover.

We huddled together under shelter, laughter mixing with the sound of rain drumming against the roof. After a few moments, I noticed Art glancing at me, his expression shifting from playful to something more sincere.

“Guess we’re stuck here for a while,” he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Yeah, I didn’t think practicing tennis would come with a rain delay,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. My heart raced as our eyes met, the space between us feeling charged with an unspoken tension.

As the rain continued to pour, I found myself in a quieter corner with Art, away from the playful banter of Tashi and Patrick. The sound of the rain created a soothing backdrop, and the moment felt intimate.

“I never realized how much tennis means to me until recently,” Art admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked out at the rain, lost in thought. “It’s not just a game; it’s a part of who I am.”

I felt a surge of empathy. “I get that. Sports have always been my escape. It’s where I find my focus and passion.”

As we shared our stories, I could see a different side of Art emerging his vulnerabilities, his dreams, and the pressure he felt to succeed. Our connection deepened with every word, and I realized that beneath his confident exterior was someone just as eager to be understood.

When he turned to me, a soft smile lit up his face. “I’m really glad you came today. I have a lot of fun with you”

My heart raced at his words. I had been hoping for a moment like this, where it felt like the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us. There was something special in the air, a promise of what could be.

As the rain began to ease, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. “So, what’s next when the rain stops?” I asked, my tone playful.

Art grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ready to see if you can keep up with me on the court?”

“Bring it on! Just try not to trip over your own feet this time,” I shot back, a teasing smile on my lips.

Art laughed, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know that was a strategic move to throw you off your game!”

We shared a laugh, and as the rain finally stopped and the sun broke through the clouds, I knew that this day was just the beginning. There was something between us, an undeniable connection that neither of us could ignore. And as we returned to the court, I felt hopeful about what the future might hold.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Upstairs

Barbie dolls: Blaise Zabbini x reader

Warnings: I tried to keep it gn but like it's kinda difficult to do that with smut, jealousy, Blaise is in love?, he fingers you, he cums in his pants btw, poor grammar, I think that's it

Summary: fwb kinda Blaise gets pulled upstairs by you bc you need him and he's more than happy to ditch a party for you

When Blaise first heard about a party being thrown, by your house nonetheless, he thought of you immediately. Would you be going? Are you going with your friends? What did you plan on wearing? Were you spending the whole time there? Did you plan to stop by halfway through? All things considered his mind was always plagued with you so it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Blaise asked Pansy if you were going and she told him to 'man up' and ask you himself. Which he did not. Blaise decided he would find out the night of.

He did find out the night of, you weren't coming. Blaise should've suspected. You didn't go to very many parties, even the ones a few sets of stairs away from your dorm. Too many people, too loud, too much B.O. If you did go to one Blaise noticed halfway through you'd disappear from his side and follow Pansy off to God knows where. Forty minutes or even an hour you'd come back, bee line for him, tell him you're turning in for the night and he'd walk you back to your common room. You'd always tell Blaise what shenanigans you and Pansy got up to. It was never something he'd classify as trouble making but you both had a very different definition of the word anyway. Blaise was bummed when he noticed your absence but he wasn't surprised.

Blaise stuck to Theo and Mattheo. Lorenzo had a date so he left the children in Blaise’s hands. Theo left to the dance floor with some Ravenclaw, but Mattheo stayed with Blaise. They talked next to the banister of stairs leading to the dormitories. Blaise kept an eye on Theo and Pansy.

Theo, Blaise knew would probably just head back to his dorm, Ravenclaw in tow. Pansy however had a tendency to climb on top of things, forgetting her outfit and often her state of intoxication.

Often when you did come to parties you and Blaise were on babysitting duty. You'd keep your eye on Pansy and Mattheo. Blaise had Draco and Theo. Lorenzo barely ever came.

Draco just rolled his eyes at everything everyone did and showed them the proper way. He was a snob for almost everything under the sun, wine, cheese, how to pour a beer, how to roll a blunt Theo taught him, how to properly tie a tie, proper dinner etiquette. The amount of times Blaise had heard "no elbows on the table." has made him question if the consequences were worth stabbing Draco in the eye.

Mattheo mostly kept to himself. Although if he had enough he'd take over whoever was Dj-ing, or he'd start making new drinks that had odd side effects. One night Mattheo made the whole Gryffindor house, even people who didn't come to the party, grow horns and fangs. Mattheo says he doesn't remember how he did it. Blaise doesn't believe him.

Blaise missed you, for more than a million reasons. Parties were boring without something pretty to look at, he had to babysit all of his friends alone, you were quite comforting in social situations, he could use you as a buffer when people wanted to talk to him, and Merlin you were hot.

While Blaise was having his crisis downstairs you were in your own predicament upstairs. You were gnawing at the walls kind of horny. It's all you could think of, it was tiring. You were frustrated. You've tried everything and while one or two orgasms lessened your frustration you were still pissed. You considered every option. You could feel the loud music through your floor and you knew Blaise was downstairs. This wasn’t new territory for you two. You started an odd friends with benefits expect you never clarified what you actually are situation a while ago.

It was raining outside, everyone had gone to sleep except for you and Blaise. You had started the night on opposite ends of the couch, by the time Mattheo dragged Lorenzo up the stairs you were pressed against each other. After a long moment of just staring at each other, you broke the dam. You kissed Blaise, barely a second long before you pulled away. He grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you back in. You prayed all the fish were blind that night because you were both too lazy to move to his dorm. Besides you all had roommates so the possibility of an audience would probably be lower in the common room.

Still it made you anxious to actually ask Blaise to join you in your dorm. You knew Blaise defiantly gave other people the same kind of night he’s given you. A pit of jealousy always crawled in your stomach, up your throat, and made you never speak or breathe again. But Blaise made it all worth it. He was probably enjoying himself fat the party. It’s Blaise. Well, maybe he was tolerating the party. You needed him in your bed, you needed him period. So you rounded down the stairs to the common room, still in your pajamas. The closer you got the louder the music and people became. First, you recognized the hand grabbing the bottom of the banister. Then, you heard his voice, talking Mattheo out of trouble. You slowed as you reached him. Blaise glanced up, he sighed when he saw you. Blaise noticed your outfit and gave you a confused look. Mattheo poked his head around, seeing Blaise's reaction. Mattheo rolled his eyes and leaned back. You settled a few steps above the floor, grabbing onto Blaise's hand.

"thought you weren't coming, but looking at your clothes you don't seem to be staying very long." You nodded. You leaned over the banister, getting into Blaise's face. He held his breath, staring blankly at you. You kissed the corner of his mouth before pressing your lips to his temple.

"come upstairs with me?" You wanted it as a statement, but it fell like a question. Blaise gave you a soft smile. He shoved his cup into Mattheo's hands and sprinted up to your step. Mattheo yelled something about a condom, to which Blaise flicked his wand at him. Blaise's drink spilled over Mattheo's head. Mattheo huffed. You pulled Blaise up the stairs by his hand. When you reached your dorm, Blaise pulled you closer to him. He interlocked his fingers behind your back, his arms around your waist. You rested your arms over his shoulders.

“Scale 1 to 10, how intoxicated are you?” You mumbled. You knew you sounded kinda geeky, but you knew better than to sleep with someone drunk. You had morals. Blaise hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Negative five.” You rolled your eyes. Blaise rubbed your back, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt. He explained how he had only arrived a few minutes before you came bounding down the stairs. You squished your lips to the side. Blaise hummed in question. You nodded.

“I suppose we could continue.”

“Oh you suppose, do you?” Blaise gave you a mocking smile. You hummed and pulled him into a kiss. He tightened his arms around you. You nipped at his bottom lip. Blaise opened his mouth for you, letting you slip your tongue to meet his. You dropped your hands to his collar. You made fast work of unbuttoning Blaise's shirt, throwing it somewhere in your room. You walked him back. His legs hit your bed. You pushed Blaise down before straddling him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs moving to the small of your back. As you tilted his head back, giving yourself a better angle, Blaise dragged his hands down your back, slipping past the band of your pajama pants. He gripped your ass. Your stomach twisted as you thought of all the times he’d done that to someone else. All the times Blaise had someone else’s tongue in his mouth. How many people he’d seen wrapped in his sheets. How many people he felt naked and pressed against him. You pulled back away from him. Blaise seemed to sense the change in the air, pulling his hands back to safety on your hips.

“You okay?” You sucked in a breath and sat back. You stared down at your hands slowly slipping away from his chest. Blaise gently pulled both your hands into his. He whispered your name. You stared into his eyes.

“Am I your favorite?” Blaise titled his head to the side. You still felt sick thinking other people pushing their hands past the band of his boxers.

“Favorite what?” You rolled your eyes at him. Lorenzo could play off the oblivious act but not Blaise. He said far too many filthy things in your ear for you to believe him. You gave him a knowing look. Blaise opened his mouth in realization.

“Ah.” You nodded. You pressed your lips together, feeling you already knew the answer. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle him actually saying it out loud. You already missed the feeling of his hands down your pants. You could feel the rejection boiling in your stomach. Blaise pressed his hand under your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Blaise gently pecked your cheek.

“Of course, baby.” You shook your head. He tutted. You glared at him.

“Stop looking at me like that. All pouty.” You glared at him more. Blaise rolled his eyes.

“You make my breath stop. Everyone knows how i feel about you. I don’t even look at other people like that anymore. It’s just you on my mind, darling.” Blaise pressed his hand to the back of your neck. You pulled him back into the kiss, this time with more fervor. Blaise understood you excepted that answer and wanted to pick up where you left off. He tugged at the hem of your shirt. You quickly pulled it off and flung it in the same direction you did for his shirt.

Blaise dropped his head to your chest. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, pulling the skin into his mouth. You moaned and traced your fingertips over his head. Blaise dragged his teeth over the new mark. You exhaled and gripped his shoulders tighter. You dropped your hands to his pants, tugging at the band. Blaise shook his head.

"No baby, clearly you're questioning my love for you. Gotta prove it to you, hm?" Blaise pushed you back against your sheets. He pulled your pants and underwear down, dropping them over the edge of your bed. Blaise gently blew between your thighs. You groaned. Blaise smiled at you before lowering his head. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue. Blaise nipped at the inside of your thighs before kissing your happy trail.

Blaise dragged his hand down your side. Blaise very gently pushed two of his fingers into your hole. You groaned and lulled your head to the side. He moved his fingers making you moan more. Blaise kept his pace as he moved up and connected your lips. You cupped his cheeks as he met your tongue with his. Blaise grinded down against your sheets as he swallowed your moans.

His underwear was just rough enough for him to know he'll be finishing without your touch tonight. Blaise quickened his pace with his fingers making your chest heave and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You felt your stomach tighten as you arched your back. Blaise moved his mouth to your neck as he kept his pace with both his hips against your sheets and his fingers moving in you.

You moaned loudly cumming around his fingers. Blaise pressed his face against your bare chest as he came in his boxers completely untouched. Your breath returned to normal as Blaise slowly moved his hands away from between your legs. Blaise wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face further into your chest. You massaged his scalp as he came down from his own high.

Blaise peppered kisses against your stomach as he sat up. He told you he'd be back in a moment. You heard your bath running in your bathroom. Blaise came back to you, pushing your hair away from your face as he pulled you into your bathroom. Blaise joined you in the bath. He took his time to run through your entire routine. He washed your body, face, hair, and massaged your body once you made it back to your bed. By the time your roommates came back from the party your curtains were drawn and you were asleep in his arms.

[come-on-darling-honey]

gap year.

EMBRY CALL X FEM!READER

While working at the first beach souvenir shop to save up money in your gap year your childhood friend Embry Call picks you up and imprints on you... after not seeing you for four months.  

word count: 5.4k

warnings: explicit language, allusions to smut but no detail. All 18+ minors dni.

"Right sweetheart, I'm going to check out." Ms Call said, grabbing her coat. "Christ its pouring down." Her brown sneakers stopping at the front window.

I both laughed and sighed when looking out the front of the shop. It was pouring... and yeah, I absolutely didn't have a ride home. It didn't look like the rain was going to stop at any moment soon. Working in the first beach gift shop had many upsides... a steady income, a beautiful view of first beach and a serene silence that whimpers in the wind of the beach. But only two busses came by on weekdays like this at 8am just before my shift starts and then at 7pm. With my shift ending at 5pm and the pouring rain halting any attempt of walking all the way to forks from the reservation the future didn't look too dry.

"I'm gonna ask Embry to come pick you up when your shift ends sweetheart, don't say no. There's no way I'm letting you walk in this."

Oh Embry. It'd been a few months since I'd seen him last. He'd cut his hair and somehow grown half a foot in a few weeks. Being close friends growing up sharing shy kisses on the very beach that I now worked at... then not speaking for months. To say it was awkward would be an understatement. It had been a task to not face him in the past few months but going into the back, restocking the shelves and hiding under the desk had been doing me extremely well. He’d cut me off completely after all. And that hurt like a bitch.

"Don't let him go out of his way, I'm sure I can get Kim to come and get me." Kim was currently at the movies with Emily.

"Ah here he is now, Embry love you are not wearing enough layers!"

"Sorry mom." He laughed coming into the shop. shaking off rain from his hair lightly, his tan skin smooth and glistening. His cargo's slightly drenched and Ms Call was correct he only wore a shirt and a thin jacket. Really thin. Like see the outline of him, okay I need to not think about him. I don't think I can do that. Alright focusing on the key chain on the desk. It's kind of cute.

"So, Embry's picking you up at 5pm, when you lock up remember to turn the stereo off dear." She smiled leaving a confused Embry at the shop door.

"No please it's okay." I tried to bargain, avoiding Embry's gaze. And failing. His eyes widened and he couldn't stop staring at me. Ms Call opened the door and tapped his shoulder. He'd just stopped staring at me, and I'd decided to take to staring at the whirling ocean.

"I'll be here at five." I could hear the grin in his voice. Why was he grinning? Why did it feel as if I were being pulled to him. Busying myself with the cd player and hearing the door close and turning around I'd managed to catch Embry driving away, a strong smile on his beautiful face. Wait beautiful? No Embry is strictly within childhood friend category. But God. Look at him. It felt as if my feet were pulling me to him. I turned on the stereo, connecting it to my phone it started playing When I was all over her, by Salvia Palth. Such a beautiful song. That fit this rainy day but felt like someone had stuck their fingers in a stab wound.

After loosing sight of them I felt this strangest emptiness within my lungs. Like I was short of breath, and I had been my entire life, the feeling only rectified when I was with him. No, I’m being insane. Literally insane.

But haven’t I known this my entire life?

Hasn’t every innocent touch and childish giggle led to this? Hasn’t Embry always been that warm reassuring shoulder I could fall onto? The kindness in his smile. The reminder that there will be a better tomorrow. The first foxglove flower to grow in spring, signifying a good hearty summer.

Foxglove was what we helped my grandmother plant outside our house when we were six. I still think of the pale pinks and blue even in winter. Living with my grandma meant my income was really the only income but she would get checks every so often for her books. Writing books on plants and their medicinal properties for the past forty years had kept her going but having my stream of income had helped a lot. However, most of it goes into savings. College doesn’t come cheap. She’d talked about Embry a lot recently saying how I should ‘just go over there and see his face’ which now I wish I had done sooner but I’m not sure why.

Living on the outskirts of Forks her whole life my grandma had grown alongside the elders on the reservation, I was friends with their grandchildren. I met Embry through Jacob, my grandmother adored him. Highschool and middle school were strange, befriending some people in forks and then recounting everything to Embry on the weekend. I remember how my grandma would sit and braid mine, Embry and Jacobs hair on a Sunday morning every weekend in the summer holidays. I still can’t believe he’d cut his hair. It seems like he’s growing it out again which is good but why would he do it?

Three hours passed by slowly and gratuitously. Every minute pulling me along like it hates the next.

I was thankful for that, I guess. Then I wouldn’t have to face him so soon. Wouldn’t have to face what I felt towards him so soon. It should be that love I have held for him my whole life. Our love was a folk song. One that would be passed on the way it’d been passed to us.

When I was seven years old and the two of us went into the woods, we couldn’t have been more than half a mile into the vast wilderness, after climbing a tree I’d ungracefully fallen out of he’d held my hand the entire way home. It felt like it was just the two of us. We had started the journey saying we were going to Europe. On foot. Little bags with snacks and crayons. He’d braided my hair out of my eyes when I’d sat down, the broken arm causing a little too much pain for me. Telling me it wasn’t too far now as he kissed the tears of my cheeks. I can still feel his small hand in my smaller hand. It’d been a short walk, as we grew older, we’d walk and re-walked it over and over going further into the woods every time. It wasn’t a fearful place.

The people at my high school were afraid of it. I wondered if I would’ve been too if my grandma lived further away from it.

Time must have gone faster than I’d thought because next thing I knew the front door opens and Embry comes in. It’s raining even harder now. The ache in me had left, with all the warm air as he opened the door.

“Hey” he smiles. I feel calm. I wish I didn’t feel calm. I wish I could just throw thigs at him. Scream at him for ignoring me.

Instead of responding I realise I needed to lock up about twenty minuets ago.

“Shit.”

He called my name as I ran into the back. Locking up and grabbing my raincoat we wordlessly get ready to go. I come back and he’s watching the ocean. If I just ignore him as much as I can till, he drops me at my house maybe then he’ll realise how fucked up he’s acted towards me. Locking the front door, I prepare myself to run through the rain. Embry ran to the driver’s side and opened my door from within.

“I am sorry, you know.”

I don’t respond. I want him to know how I feel but for some stupid to God reason I can’t spit it out.

“There are some things I need to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you since it begun but I wasn’t allowed.” He continued. Not starting the car. “But after seeing you today I found out you are the only person I really can tell.” It warms my heart then burns me. How dare he. I stuff down any sweet feeling and spit up my pride.

“it’s been four months and you think everything will be okay now?”

“I know I hurt you but...”

“Just drive Embry.” I cut him off. Being alone never phased me, I’d simply go into the woods or sit in the garden, but I hadn’t had the heart to lately. All the flowers and the beautiful trees reminded me off him and it made me feel so weak. It had made me feel lonely. And I hated that. He knew I hated that.

So he drove. The beautiful winding roads and tall trees.

A cd started playing, I recognised it. The song Shrike, by Hozier played. One of my favourites. I dug my nails into my hands. I always think of him when I hear this song.

“Stop!” I shouted. Screeching, the car pulled to a halt. There on the road directly in front of us was a dog. German Shepard. It’d clearly been injured.

“Shit” Embry muttered, seeing what I had spotted before him. I couldn’t blame him for that the rain was so thick.

“Open the back doors and help me grab her.” I said, my heart leaping from my chest. Before he could say anything in return I ran out of the car. Abandoning all thought and getting soaked to the bone. I felt the freezing cold before I felt my feet hit the ground.

Getting closer I heard little whimpers from the poor thing. Its back left leg twisted in a grim manner I wish I could unsee. My hands slowly reached for her. Staying within his eyeline I stroked her fur. Trying to be as soothing as I could be. Embry had run over at this point. Soaked to the bone from the rain.

“I’ll pick her up, hold on.” And before I could protest because this German Shepard was clearly a two-man job, Embry had picked her up. Putting her in the back of the car I scrambled for the extra blankets I knew Embry kept in the trunk. They’d been the ones I’d lain on with him. The ones we’d carry all the way to the top of a mountain on our hikes, we’d sit on them for our lunch halfway through. It all felt like a blur no words between us both just the heavy breaths of two kids, terrified about the life of this small, beautiful creature in our hands, when we’d both gotten back in the car, I’d grabbed my phone from my bag.

“The vets are open; they’re staying open for us.” I heard a hum of acknowledgement as he sharply turned the car around. Without thinking and only wanting to calm him down I placed my hand on his thigh. Looking back at the dog.

“Give her a name.” He’d said his own hand on top of mine now.

“Dottie” I practically whispered.

“Dottie is a nice name.” He was quieter now. I looked at him and pulled my hand away.

The ride was quick, but it felt long. It was the pained whimpers from Dottie and the strayed moment of Embry and me.

There was a man outside the vets, no doubt waiting for us. He was medium built, his long dark hair tied into a braid at the back of his head. He couldn’t have been older than 45.

Running over to us, he and Embry got Dottie out of the car.

I’d ran to the front desk inside the building, explaining where we’d found her and that I’d take her in if needs be. The woman at the front desk was mousy and thin faced. She smiled and placed her hand on top of mine.

“She’ll be alright, you two seem to have found her rather quickly. Go sit over there with your friend and just wait.” She smiled, a thin lipped one. Her golden earrings shimmering in the static lighting of the vets.

I turned seeing Embry sat on one of the thin, white plastic chairs. Sitting next to him I felt all the air push out of my lungs. It’s like I collapsed into myself.

“That was an eventful ten minutes.” He sighed, breaking the silence.

“it really was.” Silenced filled us up again. Like a solitary leaf on the last day of Autumn.

“We should go to my house after.” He looked at me. Taking in my soaked figure, rain seeping through me. “It’s only five minuets away and well my mom wouldn’t forgive me if I sent you home soaking wet.” He joked, laughing abit. I laughed too, she really wouldn’t. “Plus, you have clean and more importantly dry clothes in my room.” He added, looking away from me. We both had spare clothes at each other’s houses. We had been best friends for almost two decades, of course we did.

“Fine.” Silence again and I cursed myself for being rude and curt when I saw his expression. Like I’d stabbed him. Embry had always felt everything so deeply, so unabashed. It’d always been true with him. He’d never lie about how he felt, even when he clearly wanted to.

“Look, I really can explain everything to you.” He breathed heavily, looking outside to the pouring rain, “You don’t have to forgive me for what I did but please here me out.”

“I don’t know what you could say to provide any reasoning as to why you left me.”

“I didn’t leave you.” He was getting defensive now. So was I.

“You did, I have been alone. Four months. You have ignored me. You have gone out of your way to seem like nothing happened. Being your new friends little lap dog. I get it. People grow apart. But I mean fuck you left me completely.” I finished my little rant. Angrily and stubbornly, I stared at him. Refusing to be the meek girl who immediately forgave the boy for everything he did. I resented him for that. For the fact I was angry. Despite my longing and yearning. I was angry. He was silent, pain flashing across his face. It hurt to hurt him so clearly but sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt to know what they have done is not okay.

There’s always another way. And he didn’t choose that. I tried, calling him. Visiting him. Asking his mom when we were working. I eventually took the hint and gave up but that doesn’t stop the persistent pain I felt.

Standing up as the vet came back in, he said one more thing to me, “I didn’t leave you.”

I scoffed, hoping he heard. He literally did. I can’t think of any way he didn’t leave me. But deep down, past the anger and resentment I knew he was telling the truth. I’d felt it. I’d also felt like a raging idiot, but I felt it. I don’t want to be mean. I want to hug him and love him. But all this pain is embarrassing. It’s annoying. Growing up Embry was one of the only people I would cry in front of. I wanted to cry now. I didn’t really focus on what the vet said. Only really registering anything when we got back into the car. The radio turned back on, John Wayne by Cigarettes after sex started playing. I gave him this cd. Burning all the songs on it myself… with Jacobs help but still.

“I’m sorry.” I forced myself to say. “I mean what you did was shitty, but I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. you were right. I can’t just throw this on you.” He pulled into his driveway. “But I swear, this will all make a lot of sense. Just listen and ask as many questions as you want.” We ran to his porch.

“Mom! Can you bring us some towels?” We started shedding as many layers as we could before going in, we’d done this routine hundreds of times before. As kids Ms Call would get so annoyed at us for going inside dripping with water, saying we caused more trouble than we were worth.

She laughed when we got inside leaving the clothes on the safety of the porch.

“Look at you two, I swear you’re both eight years old again playing soccer in the rain.” Her smile was as warm as the house we were in. The smoothness of the hardwood floor beneath my feet was familiar and nostalgic. It’d had only been four months, but I could’ve sworn it was only yesterday Embry and I had skidded across these floors in our socks on a Saturday morning. Friday sleepovers were customary, it felt natural to be here on a Friday night. We started drying ourselves off, I only wore a t-shirt and the shorts I’d worn under my jeans for warmth, thankful for them. I used to wear little around Embry before this but since his absence and his… changes I felt intimidated. He was beautiful. No longer holding the softness of youth. He wore just his boxers, clearly unaware. Well, I was glad he was unaware. Going down the corridor to his room everything felt peaceful. The blue walls of his bedroom held so many pictures. I’d never seen this before. Some of him, Quill and Jacob. Some of Jacob and me. And lots of him and I. The one that stood out was me and him going down to the lake when we were kids, holding each other’s hands, his mom had taken it. That I knew. Seeing these up I looked at him, blushing he had clearly not thought about this.

“At least I know you didn’t forget me.” I joked as I went over to his computer. Spotify was already open, sitting down I searched for a playlist. He just laughed lightly and sat on his bed. It was a nice silence, sweeter than the one at the vets. Putting on one I’d made recently I moved over to his bed. I didn’t sit as close to him as I would’ve liked to, but his chest was so? Chiselled?

“Alright be honest have you been eating steroids because no human should gain this much muscle so quickly.” I poked his bicep, rock solid. What the fuck.

“That’s actually part of my explanation and no, no steroids have been ingested.”

Gold rush by Taylor Swift came on, I don’t remember adding it to the playlist. Embry must’ve noticed my light confusion.

“Oh, I added that to my queue before you got here” a beat of silence as I smile at myself, secret swifty. To be fair I felt like getting up and dancing to this song. It’s just so damn good.

“Should we get dressed or do you want to explain first?” I asked, wincing at how sharp the end came out. But he didn’t react how I thought he did. He started laughing. Like clenching gut laughing. “What?” I had started laughing too, not sure what we were laughing at exactly.

“It’s your shirt” He managed to get out through laughs. We’d both stopped laughing after a minute of heavy confused laughter. My shirt had a wolf, I’d got it for two dollars a few weeks ago and decided that it was horrendously ugly, and it was now my favourite shirt ever. It had a lone wolf howling at a yellow moon and all its teeth were blue. It was phenomenal.

 “What? This shirt is really cool! All the kids are wearing them!”

He’d started laughing again, I couldn’t help but join again. God it was such an ugly shirt.

“Not only is it just. Wow, so ugly but it’s kind of relevant to, like, what I have to tell you.”

Okay any theory I have has not only just been thrown out of the window but has been lost at sea.

“You started printing awesome t-shirts?”

“Oh, you wish.” He grinned.

“I do! Imagine all the free shirts I’d get!” This felt so natural. So… us. But then the air became serious as he stopped smiling and grabbed my hands. He was so warm, warmer than I remembered. Does memory minimise feeling? Was he always this warm? No winder he wore practically nothing to pick up his mom.

“Do you remember the old legends we used to get told about the tribe’s history and the cold ones?” I nodded, clueless as to where this was going. “Well, they’re true. Every single line. Completely and utterly true.” He no doubt saw the shock in my face. “The cold ones returned, and it forced some of us to… you know... phase.” He stopped waiting for my reaction. I couldn’t say anything. Furious at myself for believing him. Because I did. My grandmother had been talking to someone over the phone about the old tribal legends. I couldn’t stop my mind from whirling. I just squeezed his hand, hoping he'd keep talking.

“And, um, yeah it happened to me. And I couldn’t control it. Sam, the oldest one had taken us in and helped us transition, I guess. See I couldn’t be near you, any strong emotion triggered it to begin with and until I’d gotten it under control, I knew I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk hurting you. Sam had hurt Emily and he doesn’t forgive himself. But then I’d gained control over it. But I couldn’t bring myself to see you again.” He’d finished his word vomit. The lack of cohesion and the pained look in his eyes told me enough. His voice was just as naturally quiet as it always was, but the words came out faster and strained. Like he’d wanted to tell me this every day for months.

“Wait so” I took a deep breath in, regaining my focus and letting go of his hands. “You’re a… wolf?”

He nodded, he looked ashamed.

“Did it hurt?”

“I thought I was dying. I couldn’t breathe and every movement was a strained scream.” He looked away. “It was like I was losing myself. That’s when I put up all these photos.” Looking around I couldn’t help but smile. “The memories became like an anchor to not accidently phase.”

The silence that consumed us was one I’d never felt before. It was pregnant with something.

“You said before that you never left me, what did you mean?”

“I kept going to your house,” I looked at him, confused. There’s no way my grandma wouldn’t have said something. “I was in the treeline. I couldn’t sleep, scared the cold ones were going to hurt you.”

“The Cullen’s, right?” I shivered at the thought. I’d been at school with dead bodies? Like living dead people, gross.

“Yes. But they’re gone now. I promise.” I didn’t mention him not leaving me, it felt calming. I hadn’t left his mind; he hadn’t left mine.

“So, why the change of heart?” He looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you remember the second part of the legend?”

It took me a few seconds. Thinking back to the bonfires Embry invited me and my grandma too growing up.

“Oh yeah imprinting but what does- oh. Oh.”

“Yeah.” He looked heartbroken. Taking my shock as something negative. But I couldn’t really say anything. My heart was in my throat. Scratching and scarping my oesophagus. It felt like my lungs were filling with blood.

Suddenly, I felt like a small robin. Flying and soaring. A glamorous breeze guiding me home. The home was an open window, to blue walls and Embry. I was the tired snake sneaking into Eden to be with him. I was the tired coal miner coming home to his arms. We were the con artists, partners in crime that hid our love in the unspoken touches and glances.

“Do you want this?” I managed to push out of my throat. The idea of this being forced onto him made bile raise in my throat.

“I’ve always wanted this. Ever since we were kids. When I held your hand when you broke your arm. When we’d braid each other’s hair. When you would tell me random facts about plants and birds you’d picked up from your grandma. I’ve always been in love with you. I didn’t need to imprint on you to know that.” He looked at me, I fell into his eyes. If only this had happened a few months ago.

But I’m glad. Despite the pain I know that even without the imprint, I loved him.

“The imprint bond is whatever you want it to be. Please don’t feel forced into anything you don’t want.”

“But what if I do want it?” He froze, hopeful. “I’ve loved you forever. It’s stupid, annoying and painful but it makes me feel like the most amazing person in the world.” I don’t need to explain any further. I know he understands. Of course, he does, the only person that never just tolerated me, he always cared for me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you sooner. It’s stupid and childish but I was scared that I wouldn’t imprint on you.”

“Even if you hadn’t, I’d just be glad to have you back in my life.” I practically whispered. The rain was lighter now. The tree outside his window swaying in the wind. Singing to the earth the song of him and I. His smile felt as graceful as the strongest deer.

After more explanations and more reassurance from me, Embry finally relaxed. After he told me about Emily and Leah, what had just happened between us seemed so tame. I couldn’t wait to see Emily again. She and I would be the only imprints. I didn’t like the idea of having to keep this from Kim. I’d have to see how Emily kept it from both of us. It hurt deeply when I thought of Leah. How her entire life revolved around Sam, after what happened. Especially considering the unquestionable grief she is going through due to her father’s untimely passing.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” Embry asked, drawing stars on my thighs as we laid on his bed. Nodding I turned to face him, foreheads touching.

“Do you want to know something sad?” I asked. He whispered a small yes to me, “I thought you’d left me and” I struggled to get it out, heart rebreaking at the memories. “And I thought all the love we had was a delusion, a fantasy. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, hand on my face as he started crying. I cried too. It wasn’t just sadness, we cried relief. It felt as if I’d been dusted off. Like some omnipotent being had picked me up gently, assuring me all will well.

I think I feel just as much as Embry does. I think I always have. Maybe that’s why I took this gap year. Of course, I needed to save up for college but… I could’ve just worked and studied. But I needed to be here. I feel so much. So all-consuming it becomes an amalgamation of thoughts. Love is the most confusing emotion. Like anger. The anger I felt towards him was the secondary emotion. All anger is. I was sad. I missed him like a rich man misses hunger. Like the bird misses the first flight. Like a deer misses the leaves every winter. I missed ferociously. I missed him with a vigorous anger of a wailing woman. I became a horror. The emptiness of waking on my own a Saturday was gone. I no longer felt hollow. I felt real.

The night was intimate touches, clumsy movements and immense love in a way we have never experienced before. Never imagined to cross that line of friend to this. By the end of the night we held hands and breathed heavily, Sesame Syrup by Cigarettes after sex being the last song playing before we drifted asleep, it was fitting. Even if neither of us smoke.

The next morning was so bright. All the rain had given the grass this sensational glow. Ms Call had called my grandma last night, no doubt the pair gossiping like excited kids. I felt at peace. My entire world had been recentred when I awoke in his arms. Getting changed into the jeans and sweater I had in his closet I silently creeped through to the kitchen. Getting closer I heard light music trilling through the small house. Ms Call was dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast. Noticing me she laughed pulling me into her, we danced and cooked. I told her about Dottie, how scared I was. How weak she seemed. But that the vet texted me late last night that they had found her owner, an elderly man who had missed her dearly. She was home. Frail and injured but no longer scared.

Embry wandered into the kitchen confused at all the noise. His eyes heavy with sleep, movements soft and low. His smile gleaned as he saw us. Despite his downright horrible dancing skills, we both pulled him to dance with us. It’d been as if my absence echoed and pained Ms Call as much as it did her son. We danced all morning, after eating breakfast Embry and I decided to go down to Port Angeles to grab Ms Call some flowers and to get some more cd’s for his car. He had told me the acidic feeling he had gotten in his throat when he went to buy them on his own.

I was always a full person without Embry, but with him I was enhanced. I was lively and focused. My movements weren’t the sluggish lugs they had been. He was a homeland. The beautiful village that welcomed me when I was shipwrecked.

embry’s pinterest board

AN/: hello! this was an absolute joy to write! I incorporated a lot of my music taste and some vague background to the readers life. I am absolutely ignoring writing an essay for uni right now. I expect very little action with this, I'm not sure how many people will read for my best boy Embry:(

I do have a part two I'm writing to explain more of the grandmother and Kim's imprinting from Jared! In this Bella doesn't get back with Edward, sorry but I just cannot write for that I don't see any chemistry at all between them. I rewrote a bit of Shifter Lore for the tribe in this as SMeyer's is extremely insensitive and I hate strongly how she made them cut their hair. I basically dislike Smeyer. I have made a spotify playlist with all songs mentioned and other songs that remind me of you and Embry, lmk if anyone wants me to share it :)

My requests are open! I write for all twilight characters and some other shows :) Thank you for reading this far. I love you, eat well and have a good new year!

[epic-kotlc-crossover]

Mutiny

this is based on the song "Mutiny" from Epic! Fitz is Odysseus and Keefe is Eurylochus

"Tell me you didn't know that would happen," Keefe almost begged Fitz, though he could already feel the guilt wafting off of him, almost as thick as the rain pouring down.

"Look me in the eyes, Fitz." Fitz wouldn't look away from the ocean, so Keefe stepped forward. "Tell me you didn't just give up six of our friend's lives, Fitz, please."

Fitz gripped onto the side of the balcony tighter. The feel of guilt almost choked Keefe, but what made him stop was the resolve.

"SAY SOMETHING!" He shouted, hating how his voice cracked. Finally, this seemed to get a reaction from Fitz, who spun around and Keefe got his first real look at him since Scylla. His hair lay stuck to his face, artfully messy in a way Keefe couldn't help but admire; his eyes were darting everywhere, almost wild-looking, but the teal still took Keefe's breath away.

He was always so effortlessly handsome.

"I CAN'T!" Fitz's scream cut through his thoughts and shattered the silence.

Keefe swallowed, and the lump was almost painful. He drew his sword, determined to protect the last few men he had with him.

"Then you have forced my hand." Fitz seemed to pale.

"Keefe..." his voice was quiet, nervous, and his emotions radiated it too. "Lower your weapon." What did Fitz think Keefe would do? He'd willingly let six people die. Keefe couldn't let that happen again.

"You miss Sophie so bad you're willing to kill." Keefe spat out Sophie's name like it was poison-she was a great person, sure, but worth sacrificing people? No. A hot flash of anger erupted from Fitz.

Fitz drew his own sword. "I don't want to fight you! You would do the same if you were in my position."

Keefe adjusted his grip on his weapon, his palms feeling sweaty. "If you want to make all the choices you get to have all of the blame!" He lunged at Fitz, slashing a cut through his clothes.

How am I supposed to trust you now? Keefe thought as hard as he could, wondering if Fitz's telepathy actually didn't work or he was lying.

The captain seemed to flinch, though that might have been from the cut.

Fitz advanced forward. "Keefe, you need to move because you are not getting in my way." With each flash of their swords Keefe could feel himself get more and more lightheaded as Fitz's guilt seemed to melt away, hiding itself into something smaller. Fury and determination grew in its place.

Keefe lunged forward, and in an attempt to block Fitz's sword, he moved forward too far and it cut through his clothes-and, Keefe realized with growing horror, embedded itself in Fitz. Fitz let out a loud, horrible scream, and staggered back.

A huge wave of pain rushed through Keefe's blood and he immediately kneeled next to him.

"No, no no," Keefe muttered, and yelled behind him. "Do any of you know how to clean a wound?"

No one answered, so he yelled at them to find the nearest island. He needed to help Fitz. He was furious at him, but he was still his friend.

He turned around, trying to ignore Fitz's body, and called for all the crew to dock at the nearest island-they were running low on food.

In a few hours, they'd found one, with hundreds of bright red cows dotting the landscape. When they landed, Keefe told everyone to stay on the ship while he scoped it out.

After a few minutes, he'd decided that it seemed generally safe, though he still couldn't find a single human soul that he could ask to give Fitz come help.

Next to him, a cow mooed.

Keefe could feel his stomach growl.

"Where are we?" asked Fitz, and Keefe jumped, hating himself for letting Fitz sneak up on him. Turning around, Keefe saw that Fitz was being supported by two of the crew members, his dark brown hair frizzy across his face and his signature smile a little wobbly.

Keefe wanted to make a comment about how he shouldn't be standing up but kept his mouth shut.

"We're on an island-the first we found." Keefe turned to him, forcing a grin on his face even when he felt the huge amount of pain Fitz was in.

He kind of deserves it, though. A tiny part of his brain reminded him. Because of him, six people are dead.

Fitz pointed to one of the cows, talking to him almost like Keefe hadn't nearly killed him hours before.

"These are Apollo's cows, you see that statues over there?" Keefe could barely hear him, fingering the grip on his sword. How long could one cow feed the crew?

At least a week, and they'd be actually full for the first time in a while.

A wave of panic coursed through his veins, and he snapped his head over to Fitz.

"Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." Fitz told him. "These cows-they're sacred. We can't kill them."

Keefe laughed, a sad, quiet laugh. "Fitz, you know as well as I do that we're never going to make it home."

Fitz shook his head quickly, and placed his hand on his sword again. "You don't know that, Keefe." He stepped back, and Keefe quietly missed the proximity. "This is the home of the sun god, do you know what will happen if we kill his cows?"

He ignored Fitz, and quietly unsheathed his sword. "How much longer do we need to suffer, Fitz?" Taking a step forward, He heard Fitz's panicked voice behind him, asking him to stop.

"How much longer until you decide that we're not important enough to go home? How much longer until you decide that you want to see Sophie so badly that all of us have to die?"

Fitz flinched, and Keefe took the opportunity to kill the cow, and Fitz let out a yell.

"What have you done?" Keefe spun his head around at the terror in Fitz's voice and in his veins. "You've doomed us all, Keefe! The cows were immortal-the sun god's friends! Who do you think he'll send now that you've killed one?" Keefe's blood turned to ice.

Fitz staggared up to the ship, but Keefe quickly scooped him up and sprinted onto the ship.

"Everyone, grab an oar and row as fast as you can!" Fitz roared.

The entire crew did as they were told, with punctuated with shouts of "Faster!" coming from Fitz, until a clap of thunder came and pure terror radiated off of him, his face turning deathly pale.

"We're too late."

[sl33paholics]

Her Tender Touch

Gina Paulklee x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): strap on usage, oral (eating out), teasing, bounding, drunk sex, praise kink

I am so fucking sorry for taking DAYS to post something but GOSH! School had me in a chokehold and I lost motivation for a while but I'm HERE 🗣‼️

The sound of light rain hitting the windows was washed out by the chatter and noise from the bar around her. The loud music was blasting from speakers, and a few of the guys at the tables had gotten into it by now. "The usual?" asked a bartender, who had come over to take their drink orders. It was Friday night. (Y/N)'s favorite day of the week.

"Yes, please," you said, giving him a smile that he returned before walking back behind the bar. You leaned against the counter watching the scene around you as people came in and went out, your attention going towards outside the window before the bartender reappeared and handed you a tall glass filled with yellow creamy liquid that he had just poured for the other customers. He smiled again, "Enjoy."

"Piña Colada, how typical." You'd turn your attention to a tall, short hair, blonde woman huffing a cigarette with a short glass of Mai Tai in front of her. "Gina..." She turned to look at you, taking another drag off her cigarette before glancing away again. "Gina, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, or, at all really.'' You took a sip of your own drink and tried not to grimace at its bitterness. You'd always hated pineapple on ice, even though you loved the taste.

It was too fruity and sugary for you. "What brings you here?" You'd asked the woman as she took a sip. Gina shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something about the way she held herself that made you think that maybe there was more than she let on. She glanced around before looking back at you with a soft smile that somehow made her eyes look even brighter than normal. Were you seeing things? "I haven't seen you in...forever, fifteen years?" Gina shook her head, letting out a bitter chuckle. "But then again, why should we stumble across each other when we're both stuck living our miserable lives, huh?" Gina downed her drink in one gulp. "Let's get out of here. I don't feel like being cooped up in this god forsaken place any longer. Drinks at my place." The woman would stand up heading towards the door, watching her walk outside. You quickly paid for both of your drinks before rushing out as you mindlessly trailed behind her.

The walk was quiet. It was so different from the last time you saw Gina, what felt like forever ago. But you still weren’t used to her presence. Not in the same way you had been accustomed to it all those years ago when she was just a friend. Back then, it had been comforting having her close to you. Back then, her company seemed almost necessary to have. Her presence alone could make your life much easier. Now she was just some stranger. One whom you didn’t know anything about. And yet…you couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

The two of you made it to her place. The silence was killing you as you followed her to her spacey room. She grabbed a bottle of Cognac from her dresser and began pouring into two shot glasses. “You want some?” She looked up at you as she sat down on the edge of her bed, watching you nod slowly. Her eyes softened, making you wonder if you had imagined it when she smiled faintly at you, “How have you been?” You sighed quietly, slightly fidgetting in your spot. “Well... I'm meeting you after years of no contact, so I guess you can say I'm..kinda scared but excited.” Gina nodded at you in understanding. “And you've got to be pretty fucking terrified of me if you're here, don't you?” She laughed softly. You could sense an undercurrent of bitterness in her voice, but you didn't want to ask for clarification. Gina ploped next to you with the bottle in her hand, her gaze never leaving yours. “Now, no need to be a sad sack, (Y/N), we'll talk over this with drinks, yes?" You nodded numbly, and Gina passed you a shot glass.

You don't remember what had happened between the two of you after drinking those shots of Cognac. All you remembered is your clothes were on the floor and your wrists being tied up to the bed frame, your body raiding the heat you felt from the liquor. Your breathing was heavy as you felt Gina's hands gripping onto your thighs. Her sensual kisses up and down your inner thighs made you shudder. Gina's thumb rubbing your clit in a circle motioned for you to arch your back as she licked her lips. You moaned slightly, feeling your pussy dripping hot wetness on the bedsheets. Removing her thumb and replacing it with her mouth, she gently kissed your clit , making you groan as you felt her tongue flicking at your folds. You whimpered as she lapped at your clit having her tongue roll it around counter-clockwise in circles until you couldn't handle anymore. You were so close. You needed her. You wanted her. You needed to be fucked.

Your mind was in a haze. You weren't sure what was real and what wasn't. But one thing you knew for certain was that Gina Paulklee was going to be the death of you. “Gina, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your legs involuntarily tensing. Gina stopped her sucking and pulled away from you, “Not quite yet, love,” she grinned at you, leaning forward, “but soon~” she whispered seductively as she kissed your lips lightly. You watched her walk away to her closet to grab some things, a dazed smile on your face. Gina had never called you 'love', you hadn't expected that, but hearing her call you that made you feel warm inside. You wondered how long you'd have to wait before you could finally feel her again, staring at the ceiling as you watched the room spin slowly around you.

You felt her hands grip your cheeks to turn your face to meet hers, and her lips met yours. Gina kissed you hungrily, her lips were swollen, red, and everything about her made you want to break free from the rope even more. Gina bit your lip hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered in pleasure, feeling your arousal growing with every passing second. Gina pulled away from you, panting. You stared at her, unable to speak, your thoughts racing as you processed everything happening around you.

Gina then climbed on top of you, seeing the size of the strap that was rubbing against your pussy as she smirked, “Do you like this?” She whispered huskily, running her hands along your sides before cupping your ass and pulling your hips towards her, pressing it against herself. "You like the jock harness? You like this? Let me show you how nice and easy it will be once I'm inside of you…" Gina lifted your leg up, forcing it around her waist so she was seated right at the opening. The light-haired blonde woman slowly pushed the tip inside of you , pushing her hips back as you bucked into her.

"Fuck… Gina, please -" You moaned, the familiar warmth pooling in the center of your stomach. "Oh, baby girl, you're mine, aren't you?"

(Y/N) panted heavily, the sheets underneath them damp and tangled with her sweat. You watched as Gina helped you adjust, leaning over to kiss down your chest before resting her chin on your shoulder, "So beautiful... So sexy... keep making those noises, I love your voice." She began to lick and suck on your skin, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.

Gina thrusted against you causing you to gasp loudly, "Fucking Christ!"

"So good," she purred against your skin. She pressed her breasts against you. You clenched your jaw. "Yes Gina…" You felt her nipples pressing into your chest. "Please."

Surprisingly, she was gentle with you. Considering you're not a virgin and had experience with women, you weren't exactly prepared for such gentleness. You thought she would be rough, but you enjoyed her touch, her lips against your skin, her finger teasing your clit. "Who's my beautiful woman? Mhm~ such a fantastic body..." The only problem was you couldn't seem to stop yourself from moaning as she continued to thrust.

Her movements were beginning to get sloppy, and you could hear the sounds of her breathing quickening. Gina shifted her position on top of you, causing you to moan louder when she pushed herself completely inside of you. "Take it all, baby. I know you can, just like that." A deep guttural sound left your throat as Gina began moving faster and harder against you, thrusting against you with increasing speed.

"Come for me...come for me baby.." You were getting closer to the brink of coming, and it wasn't long before your entire body felt electrified and your mind was blank. "You were incredible," Gina panted, moving her lips up and down your neck, trailing her teeth there. “God..you drive me crazy, you know that?” She growled. “I know.” You replied quietly, watching her undo the rope from your wrists.

Feeling too weak to move, you just laid there looking up at the ceiling and waiting for your heartbeat to come back to normal, which it did a moment later. As the fog in your head cleared, you realized how much time spent just dozing off. "Gina?" (Y/N) looked around the darkened bedroom, finding nothing but darkness. You could barely see her figure laying right next to you. "Go back to sleep." You felt her arms wrapping themselves around your torso, her cheek on your arm.

[nowjumpinthewater]

@ilikebookssomuch and i wrote a crossover of KOTLC and Epic but we started in the saga so there's no backstory :P

Here's their part!! (thunderbringer!)

My part is Mutiny, so hope you enjoy!! (Keefe is Eurylochus and Fitz is Odysseus!)

This is my half for @myfairkatiecat's birthday gift!

Hope you enjoy :DD

you can also find more of these @epic-kotlc-crossover :)

"Tell me you didn't know that would happen," Keefe almost begged Fitz, though he could already feel the guilt wafting off of him, almost as thick as the rain pouring down.

"Look me in the eyes, Fitz." Fitz wouldn't look away from the ocean, so Keefe stepped forward. "Tell me you didn't just give up six of our friend's lives, Fitz, please."

Fitz gripped onto the side of the balcony tighter. The feel of guilt almost choked Keefe, but what made him stop was the resolve.

"SAY SOMETHING!" He shouted, hating how his voice cracked. Finally, this seemed to get a reaction from Fitz, who spun around and Keefe got his first real look at him since Scylla. His hair lay stuck to his face, artfully messy in a way Keefe couldn't help but admire; his eyes were darting everywhere, almost wild-looking, but the teal still took Keefe's breath away.

He was always so effortlessly handsome.

"I CAN'T!" Fitz's scream cut through his thoughts and shattered the silence.

Keefe swallowed, and the lump was almost painful. He drew his sword, determined to protect the last few men he had with him.

"Then you have forced my hand." Fitz seemed to pale.

"Keefe..." his voice was quiet, nervous, and his emotions radiated it too. "Lower your weapon." What did Fitz think Keefe would do? He'd willingly let six people die. Keefe couldn't let that happen again.

"You miss Sophie so bad you're willing to kill." Keefe spat out Sophie's name like it was poison-she was a great person, sure, but worth sacrificing people? No. A hot flash of anger erupted from Fitz.

Fitz drew his own sword. "I don't want to fight you! You would do the same if you were in my position."

Keefe adjusted his grip on his weapon, his palms feeling sweaty. "If you want to make all the choices you get to have all of the blame!" He lunged at Fitz, slashing a cut through his clothes.

How am I supposed to trust you now? Keefe thought as hard as he could, wondering if Fitz's telepathy actually didn't work or he was lying.

The captain seemed to flinch, though that might have been from the cut.

Fitz advanced forward. "Keefe, you need to move because you are not getting in my way." With each flash of their swords Keefe could feel himself get more and more lightheaded as Fitz's guilt seemed to melt away, hiding itself into something smaller. Fury and determination grew in its place.

Keefe lunged forward, and in an attempt to block Fitz's sword, he moved forward too far and it cut through his clothes-and, Keefe realized with growing horror, embedded itself in Fitz. Fitz let out a loud, horrible scream, and staggered back.

A huge wave of pain rushed through Keefe's blood and he immediately kneeled next to him.

"No, no no," Keefe muttered, and yelled behind him. "Do any of you know how to clean a wound?"

No one answered, so he yelled at them to find the nearest island. He needed to help Fitz. He was furious at him, but he was still his friend.

He turned around, trying to ignore Fitz's body, and called for all the crew to dock at the nearest island-they were running low on food.

In a few hours, they'd found one, with hundreds of bright red cows dotting the landscape. When they landed, Keefe told everyone to stay on the ship while he scoped it out.

After a few minutes, he'd decided that it seemed generally safe, though he still couldn't find a single human soul that he could ask to give Fitz come help.

Next to him, a cow mooed.

Keefe could feel his stomach growl.

"Where are we?" asked Fitz, and Keefe jumped, hating himself for letting Fitz sneak up on him. Turning around, Keefe saw that Fitz was being supported by two of the crew members, his dark brown hair frizzy across his face and his signature smile a little wobbly.

Keefe wanted to make a comment about how he shouldn't be standing up but kept his mouth shut.

"We're on an island-the first we found." Keefe turned to him, forcing a grin on his face even when he felt the huge amount of pain Fitz was in.

He kind of deserves it, though. A tiny part of his brain reminded him. Because of him, six people are dead.

Fitz pointed to one of the cows, talking to him almost like Keefe hadn't nearly killed him hours before.

"These are Apollo's cows, you see that statues over there?" Keefe could barely hear him, fingering the grip on his sword. How long could one cow feed the crew?

At least a week, and they'd be actually full for the first time in a while.

A wave of panic coursed through his veins, and he snapped his head over to Fitz.

"Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." Fitz told him. "These cows-they're sacred. We can't kill them."

Keefe laughed, a sad, quiet laugh. "Fitz, you know as well as I do that we're never going to make it home."

Fitz shook his head quickly, and placed his hand on his sword again. "You don't know that, Keefe." He stepped back, and Keefe quietly missed the proximity. "This is the home of the sun god, do you know what will happen if we kill his cows?"

He ignored Fitz, and quietly unsheathed his sword. "How much longer do we need to suffer, Fitz?" Taking a step forward, He heard Fitz's panicked voice behind him, asking him to stop.

"How much longer until you decide that we're not important enough to go home? How much longer until you decide that you want to see Sophie so badly that all of us have to die?"

Fitz flinched, and Keefe took the opportunity to kill the cow, and Fitz let out a yell.

"What have you done?" Keefe spun his head around at the terror in Fitz's voice and in his veins. "You've doomed us all, Keefe! The cows were immortal-the sun god's friends! Who do you think he'll send now that you've killed one?" Keefe's blood turned to ice.

Fitz staggared up to the ship, but Keefe quickly scooped him up and sprinted onto the ship.

"Everyone, grab an oar and row as fast as you can!" Fitz roared.

The entire crew did as they were told, with punctuated with shouts of "Faster!" coming from Fitz, until a clap of thunder came and pure terror radiated off of him, his face turning deathly pale.

"We're too late."

[ninjastar107]

More misc ideas/notes about mmRAM!AU.

The 3 Light siblings play hide and seek sometimes. In this particular instance, Blues is 'it'. To make sure he isn't cheating, they put a sticky note on the center facial cameras while he counts.

Roll winds up learning combat skills from Blues, much to the disapproval of Light. Light however lets it happen, because he knows that Blues informing him of this was the droids' way of being polite, and not actually asking for permission. Rock expresses worry of her safety and Blues retorts with a 'so it's okay for you to get hurt?'.

Roll has a beam-type buster. Medium damage and short range. She makes it herself(and Light skips several stages of grief).

Roll invites Blues to help her make a cake, and he gets stuck at the egg cracking part. Hes not calibrated with that fine of motor functions, and squeezes the eggs too tightly. Its okay, she reassigns him to mixing and pouring instead.

Rock tends to be the one answering the door the most. Hes very friendly with the mailman, but is less so when Bass shows up. Bass almost routinely appears for 'tests of strength'. Some days when it rains, Rock invites him in and they hang out (I'm certain Wily had at one point sent Bass there to retrieve info on Dr. Lights new projects, but Bass being Bass had blown it off completely in favor of his own plans).

Speaking of Wily, Blues would vouch for him if he ever gave up his ways of world domination. Wily did an excellent job of styling him after all, he'd make a great artist.

Blues 'sleeps' in the lab against the outlet near the doorway. Bass had broken in one night and was spooked by him, but didn't think he was actually awake after tapping on him a few times. It wasn't until Bass muttered about needing a screwdriver to get into a machine, and then being handed one, that he thought otherwise. He woke up in a bush the following afternoon.

A tad more serious for the following:

I think all of the Light siblings know of their expiration dates. Its very obvious to them that when Light is gone, they'll probably be dismantled. For Rock this is scary, since he feels like he's one of the last lines of defense between Wily and the world. Roll starts having similar feelings when she starts doing hero things. Blues, however, expired a long time ago. The fact that he's been revived has given him a newfound whimsy and outlook on the world! He's there for a good time, not a long time.

Bass fears being decommissioned. He thinks he's the best, he cant be beaten by anything, not even time! Tempo didn't until the accident, and now she has many fears related to her function that don't seem to follow rational logic. Vesp seems to be okay with it, and understands that it's natural. I like to think most robot masters understand it this way.

[rachi-roo]

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Buddies Daddies: Play your cards right

Hi ho, peepo! This is the first tiggle fic I've written in quite some time, forgive me if I'm a little rusty dusty with my wording or if it's too long XD

Tw: Tiggles

Summary: TK fic. Switch roles.

Miri and her two fathers are trying to enjoy a game on a rainy day but Rei's lack of smiling needs to be fixed!

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Saturday came once again for the oddly bound family of three. Two hit-men and their adopted daughter.

Today was special, special because there was nothing special. Kazuki and Rei had no jobs scheduled and of course, Miri didn't have any preschool to attend. Unfortunately, on this day they all had spare, it was pouring rain outside, so that ruled out any chances of visiting the park or even going for a walk. Stuck inside together, all day.

But that was okay! There were plenty of activities to keep all three occupied.

"Papa! Papaaa!" Rather, whatever interesting-looking item little Miri found that might get them to play with her.

"Papaaaaa!" The excited young girl rushed to find her fathers, clutching a small box to her chest. The two men sat in the lounge, the blonde sat at the dining table, using his free time to check up on various parenting techniques online while the other sat staring vacantly at his video game on the couch.

"Look! Look!" The girl batted at Kazukis leg with the box she had found, wanting him to take it.

"Hey, what you got there? Huh. Uno? I haven't seen this in a long time." He chuckled, turning the box over, and reading its contents with a smile. "It's a game? Right?" Miri queried, pulling herself up onto Kazukis lap.

He petted her hair, opened the box, and showed her some of the colorful cards. "Yep. It might be a bit complicated for someone your age-"

"I wanna play! I'm big! I can play it!" The child puffed her cheeks in protest, looks like they didn't have a choice. The blonde sighed with a chuckle, closing his laptop.

"Okaaay, maybe papa Rei wants to play too." He chuckled, smirking at his roommate, who returned an un-amused glare before shaking his head in protest.

<Ten minutes later>

"BINGO!" Miri cheered, slapping down a blue seven on top of a green two. Rei gave an exasperated sigh, this kid was un-teachable.

The blonde chuckled, sitting beside the hopeless child on the floor whilst Rei refused to give up his spot on the couch. Despite the fun game the three were playing together, he was still wearing his signature 'resting bitch face'. Miri wasn't having it today.

She held up a skip-go card in her tiny hand, waving it at Rei angrily. "No more grumpy! You're banned from grumpy!"

"That's not how that works." He deadpanned, looking at Kazuki as he laughed. "Sure it is! C'mon, just give us a cheeky grin, papa Rei~" The teasing wasn't going to work, Rei just glared harder, he always hated when they made fun of his lack of smiling, it ruined his cool bad-ass aesthetic.

Miri grew more irritated, thumping her hands on the table, and scattering the cards slightly. "I want papa Rei to smile! Papa Kazukiiiii!" Kazuki looked between the two before smirking at Rei. "I think I know what to do."

Rei instantly knew what Kazuki was thinking, this was a technique that had been used on him only a few times before. An evil torture method. Quickly shifting his weight as Kazuki pounced upon him, Rei managed to pin the blonde on his back with ease. His arms were trapped by his sides as the cool-tempered assassin straddled his waist, trapping him on the couch cushions.

He struggled underneath his partner, huffing as he realised he was stuck good. "Damn it! I thought cold-blooded guys had slower reflexes."

"Very funny." A set of nimble fingers appeared from nowhere, wriggling into the stuck man's ribs through his thin shirt. The feeling made Kazuki gasp and buck his hips suddenly, letting out a strained squeak.

"Wahait! Wait wait wait! Rehehei!" His begging fell upon deaf ears as his attacker casually poked and squeezed up and down each rib.

"Stahap! Rei! Rh- C'mon!" Kazuki tugged and twisted his arms, finally managing to pull one free, an uno reverse card gripped between his thumb and finger. "Ha! Reverse card bozo!" He grinned, grabbing Rei's hoodie collar and throwing him onto the floor with a thud.

"Oh no you don't!" Rei tussled with Kazuki, grabbing his wrists, and wrestling for dominance against the oncoming tickle attack. Miri cheered Kazuki on, clapping excitedly as she jumped on the spot.

"Get him papa! Make papa Rei smile!"

"I'm trying! He's too squirmy! Move ya arms darn it!" For a split second, Rei's arms out of the way, that second was all Kazuki needed. He stuck his hands up under his victim's arms, instantly getting locked in as Rei clamped down, his cheeks puffed up as he held onto his breath. Tensing up as he tried to activate the 'I'm not ticklish' thing before it was too late.

Kazuki grinned, he had the guy right where he wanted him. "Awww, giving me the silent treatment now? Can't hold your breath forever buddy boy~" Kazuki chuckled, trying to wriggle his fingers in their snare.

Rei shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his cheeks turning a rosey pink as the tantalising teasing got to him. He wasn't going to break. Not now. Not ever-!

"Aaaalrighty then, you've given me no choice!" Kazuki exclaimed, sucking as much air into his lungs as possible before burying his face into the crook of the dark-haired man's neck, unleashing an earth-shaking raspberry onto his vulnerable skin.

Rei's eyes shot open in shock. The gates were open and there was no going back. His head flung back, mouth agape as loud boyish laughter filled the atmosphere. Along with it came a smile. Bright and precious.

"Stahahap! Kaz! Kahahaz! G-Get the f-"

"Ah ta ta ta! No swearing in front of little Miri." Kazuki scolded, finally able to free his hands and attack Rei's unsuspecting tummy, shaking his digits into the toned abs.

"This isn't f-AHAHAIR!" His legs flailed behind Kazuki, pushing and dragging along the floor in desperate attempts to buck the blonde off. It was no use. Once the laughter started, all his strength seemed to be sapped away with each breath. No matter how much of a grip he had on Kazukis wrists, he couldn't budge them. The fuzzy sensation in his belly was his krypnonite.

"Yaaaay! Papa Rei's smile is so big!" Miri giggled as she perched on the tabletop, looking down at her flustered father's fight for freedom.

"Isn't it? He's a little sweetheart really. And now you know how to make papa Rei smile whenever you want!" Kazuki chuckled, blowing another raspberry on the poor man's neck as he desperately pushed on Kazukis shoulders.

"Stahap! Gehet offa' me! Ahaha!" This evil torture continued for only a couple minutes, which seemed like ours for Rei, when Kazuki finally let up. Looking down at his flustered, tired-out friend with a cheery grin.

A set of small hands patted Rei's dark hair as he panted, looking up to see Miri standing by his side, giggling. At least she was happy.

Rei gave one last, brief, smile at her before it faded and he turned his attention to beating Kazuki with a cushion. He hadn't been tickled like that in quite some time, but he knew there was going to be a lot more coming his way in the days to come.

And it wasn't all that bad.

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OC Kiss Week Day Two - Rain

I'm going to do eight days instead of seven because I want one kiss for EVERY ship in Arigale! This is going to be tough lol. Also, these are canon events and will likely be slotted into the books to come in various places whether that be as flashbacks or present day events, so you have been warned. So excited to take part in @ockissweek again! Word Count: 2.4k Characters: Skye and Aldric TW: Some mentions to kidnapping and torture but no shown scenes.

Skye stumbled back from the unexpected shove. He yelped as he fell onto his tail and drew it out from under him with his hand. From the creaky inn flooring all he could see was the ignited, disgusted weight in Rahat’s countenance staring back down.  “Him? Of all people, you knew he was watching us from afar and you chose to keep quiet? In case your mind has faltered, that man nearly ruined my legs. He tortured you and Ri after kidnapping. He serves Yani!” 

“You think I don’t know all that? I was the one there,” Skye argued. He pushed himself back to his feet and leaned on the door with his hand on the knob. The two stared at one another, one boiling and clenching his fists, as Skye’s tail swished to let out his bit of agitation. “And I’ve explained, ever since we came back, that Aldric did what he felt he could for us. We might have starved without him sneaking us food he made. He tried to help Rita’s anxiety when he did as he was ordered. Most wouldn’t. Fuck, her old healers hardly cared for that. He saved my life by making a convenient excuse when Yani wanted me gone. They didn’t need me. He made a reason.” “He made Yani stronger is what he did. You saw him with us that day. What? Some down in the dumps old corpse shows up and your caring instincts go wild?” Rahat asked. “All I’m saying is we’ve already seen worse people make comebacks. There’s a clear intent, but he’s hesitant, and for a good reason with what happened to him. Like how you’re hesitant with Toshi.” 

“Don’t get me started. I’m not happy having him about, considering how he inadvertently made me what I am now, but this is different even from that. He’s alive because of Yani. He’s connected. Letting him close could get us all killed!” “Look, I didn’t mean for him to-” Skye began, but Rahat growled and slammed a fist over his head. Crackling wood made Skye’s ears pin as he froze. 

“Get. Out.” 

“Rahat, I’m sorry if I worried you, but trust me on this. Please.” 

Skye’s big brown eyes did nothing to assuage the fury on display. He found he couldn’t blame his friend, so tail tucked, Skye twisted the knob and slammed the door behind him. While racing down the halls toward fresh air outside, he paused and looked at his and Mille’s room. Rita was in there. He wished she’d have stuck up for him, but she’d been so dazed in their captivity that he doubted she could say much, even if she were willing to stand up to her lover on the matter of her torturer. Good gods. He did sound like he lost it. Skye grit his teeth and pushed on out the wide double doors and into the pouring rain. Not ideal weather, but the cold and wet felt deserved after upsetting his closest friends. The others were all concerned as well about the correspondence, yet Rita and Rahat were closest to the matter. She once trusted him to look after Blue way back when. It felt like a lifetime, not a matter of years. The distance in her eyes as Rahat told her what he found was a sharper strike than the former’s hit. 

“You’ll catch your death.” 

“Aldric?” Skye turned toward the source of the voice. The reflection of his blazing red eyes was magnified by the thick spectacles he wore, so the man wasn’t hard to find in the dark. The tree he was under had thick enough branches, even if leaves were few, to hinder the rain a little. Skye rushed over and started to squeeze at his long braid and tail as he shivered. 

“Just a refreshing jaunt. What are you still doing out here? I thought you fled.” 

“I needed to make sure my informant was well first. What matters is you all think I fled.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Skye urged. His eyes narrowed as he craned his head up from his stooped pose to meet the man’s eyes. He crossed his arms to hold in some of his warmth, though the chill and air were helping to clear up some of his hurt, at least the ones on the inside.

“Very well. What would you have me call our arrangement then?” Aldric asked. 

That gave Skye pause. He’d like to say friends, but Aldric had laughed that off before, or what passed as laughter. The stern downturn of his scarred lips made Skye press his own together in a firm line and straighten his back. Thunder and lightning cracked overhead and ruffled his damp fur. 

“Acquaintance? I don’t know. That seems a bit too little for what all happened. Plus, Rita and I saw you daily for months. Hardly an acquaintance then, but maybe you’d reconsider friend?” Shit. He said it anyway. Skye smoothed back the short, cropped layers of hair surrounding his face. The drips of cold rain carried down his cheeks and chin, with more falling through the gaps in the tree above than he liked. The sound reminded him of the awful state of the cell he’d shared for so long. The steady drip of leaking was constant, so much so he’d begun to time his songs to it to kill time. It was only when he began to hum one of the tunes that he realized Aldric had been silent and cocked an ear toward him as he leaned it up to his lips to listen. 

“How about mutual aid?” Aldric asked.

“What?” Skye laughed and held his ribs in place. “Quite a title, and may I ask what aid you’ve offered recently? I’ve supplied you with lots of reasons to try and save this plane, or at least not continue seeking its end with that pompous prick of a boss you have.” “Which could also cost my life.” Skye wilted. He didn’t need that reminder. His throat ran dry, but thankfully all he had to do was tip his head back to drink some of the rainwater. He made a show of it, tongue out to catch as much as he could and leaning to where the drops fell thickest. Aldric just shook his head as Skye swallowed a big gulp. The cheeky grin Skye added in only deepened Aldric’s scowl. “You’re truly trying to reach an untimely death. These trees are often diseased. Parasites and who knows what they water could drag along.” “Good thing I know an amazing healer then, one who owes me mutual aid.”

“Why do you insist on still using that title?” Aldric asked. 

“Why do you refuse to use the simple word ‘friend’?” Aldric scoffed and declined to answer. Skye looked back to the inn, the only one around for miles, and heaved a sigh. The shutters were all down. No light shined but from a couple of windows, one of which just blew out a flickering candle. 

“Looks like I’m a homeless cat myself for the night. Funny turn of events, huh? You have a spot you’re staying.” 

“Not welcome.” 

Being shot down so thoroughly stung, but Skye was nothing if not stubborn as the rest of the people Judith had brought together here. “Then can you spare a bit of coin for me to get my own room?” “Ah, so this walk you mentioned was under more duress than you let on. Hardly surprising.” 

“Well, you were hanging about to check on me! You couldn’t go inside, so what, wait until the morning when we go?” He shuddered and blew a wet piece of hair, but it remained firmly stuck over his cheek. 

“Yes.” 

“What? Why? My information is hardly anything special you know, and my whole defense of friendship and love looks a bit flat right now.” 

“I wasn’t going to tread there unless you did. Since we are on the same path, why?” Aldric asked. He removed his glasses. A silver cloth was drawn from his pants pocket to wipe the lenses, but the chill and worsening rain made them rather useless regardless. With a groan of discontent, he placed them in a case and into his coat pocket. 

Skye felt his throat tighten as he watched. His eyes should have been a terror, but all he saw was sympathy buried within the blood red tones. His face went slack a moment. Perhaps the others had a point. For some reason, he felt a bit too close to all this, to Aldric in particular. He rubbed at his neck and smacked his lips. He cleared his throat. He pulled a number of stalling measures while fussing with his tail and clothes.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Aldric said. 

Skye groaned and sucked on his teeth. His tail flipped about behind him the second he let it go and rain drenched it all over again. No helping it. He closed his eyes to the eerie, entrancing light of Aldric’s and leaned on the tree trunk with his legs crossed and hands clenched in his pockets. “I understand you,” Skye whispered. His voice was nearly drowned out by the rain, but Aldric leaned in and nodded. 

“Really? I have some trouble believing that.” “It’s true. You can stand out here worried in the rain about someone you hurt, someone you really hardly know, all because of something you want. Information, right? No, Aldric. You want hope. I’m good at giving it. It’s why I ran the shelter. It’s why I sing. It’s why I agreed to your deal. I see the same in you I saw in all those who made bad choices and ended up in my care. Rahat’s right that I can’t help but get involved with those in need, even the worse ones, even someone who nearly killed my friends.” He scoffed and lifted his eyes to look at Aldric’s again. Nose to nose, Skye found his ears flipping about in time with his stomach. 

Aldric didn’t seem to change a bit. He was steel. His hair fell flat and damp, sticking to him far worse than Skye’s short hair. The man’s face was running rivulets down off his chin from the storm. Something about it all made him look more normal. Aldric was always so put together and professional, scarily so. He followed orders and worked himself to the bone. He couldn’t feel pain much at all and it showed in how he fought with grotesque brutality. 

Yet he had been a healer before it all went up in flames. He was an expert in damaging his opponents right where it would hurt, but he’d not killed anyone yet to Skye’s knowledge. Quite a feat for the position he found himself in. Aldric waited patiently for more, though Skye was finding it difficult to dislodge the words as his heart began to feel like it filled his chest and throat. “I still harmed them terribly. Mentally, Rita may not make a full recovery from that trauma. Physically, Rahat is lucky to still have most of the use of his legs. There was a high chance it wouldn’t end that way, but I seem to underestimate you Indimal’s healing prowess. Your bodies are stronger than those I once treated,” Aldric prompted. “You could have easily finished the job with the shape you had him in. Showing mercy is more than most victors do at times like this. I still think you’re more healer than violent lackey. You just want something to believe in. Your people killed you mercilessly for saving someone in a way they didn’t approve of. I can’t imagine I’d be different from you if I’d been done like that for running my shelter. We both want to end the pain. Once upon a time I lost someone and I… I considered your way then. Burn it all. Let them beg and close my eyes as it all went to black around me, yet I didn’t. We both picked a different road, but you could turn back. Others have. Chit and Toshi both escaped Yani.”

“They had lives they could still salvage. Chit was unmarked. Toshi was still in possession of a beating heart once those two finished with him. I don’t possess that luxury.”

“Really?” Skye pressed his hand on Aldric’s chest and the stiff clothing gave way to the large indent and scarred ridges he’d seen once before. His breath caught and halted in his chest. Eyes remained focused on keeping contact with Aldric’s, though the latter began to pull away with a look of discomfort.

“I should leave. You should find a dry spot even if the rooms are currently out of reach. Perhaps the stable.”

“Hey, wait,” Skye pleaded.

He couldn’t be sure what overcame him. Maybe the disapproval of his friends had him in a tough spot too. Maybe Aldric was oddly cold and he wanted to share a bit of warmth, though he knew he wouldn’t get sick. Probably wouldn’t feel a bit of discomfort with Yani’s power flowing through him, yet Skye hoped he felt this.

His eyes closed the moment their lips touched. Aldric inhaled sharply, but static ran down Skye’s tail, so he pressed in a little more. The uneven texture from Aldric’s scar cut across both lips, and Skye found it incredibly personal suddenly. His hands reached for the buttons on Aldric’s top. One popped and he smiled through the kiss. Maybe he could show the same affection for his other scars. The second button popped and Aldric withdrew from the kiss with a similar sound. He was out of breath with the rain pouring into his gaping mouth as he shoved his long silver hair back from his face and turned to the sky.

Skye grabbed him by the jacket and the deep maroon leather crinkled under his tight grip. He noticed how hard he was breathing by the fog in front of his face at the same time those red lights of Aldric’s eyes turned back to him.

“I-I wanted to uh, to…” What had he wanted? His ears fell flat as he struggled to comprehend what he just did. “We’re both um… You shouldn’t have to feel alone making your choice. I’d have made a much worse one if I hadn’t had others for perspective. I’ll keep providing that for you, but no more intimate details. No lies to my friends, if they’ll have me back.”

Aldric’s face was more lined and strained than Skye had ever expected to see it. The steel was warping, if only slightly. He snapped back to straight posture and nodded, but Skye could see him biting his lips as he turned away and walked into the vast emptiness of the landscape. Tagging: @jezifster, @fracturedfable, and @wynters-writings If you would like to be added please fill this out: FORM LINK