#nonstop thunder sounds

[haiyen2019]

Intense Rainstorm and Strong Thunder at the Ocean sounds for Relaxing Sleep, Meditation or Study

[planetpedri]

About you — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’d been two months since Gavi asked out Lucia, two months since you’d talked to him. Two long, dreadful months. But the no contact hadn’t lasted any longer, because when the clock hit 11:40, Gavi was standing outside your door in the pouring rain, begging to talk.

Word count: 860

Disclaimer/s: this is a part two to Casual ! Angst to a hopeful ending.

A/N: this is sooo long overdue apologies..

Your house was deadly silent as you paced around, the only sound emitting throughout it was the thunder outside. Your deadline for a transfer request was in an hour, and you couldn’t make up your mind. You needed to escape, to get far away from this city. From him. But a small part of you just couldn’t make up your mind.

On one hand, the transfer to Paris gave you tons of new opportunities, but that also meant leaving all your family to live in a country you didn’t know. On the other.. that meant you could start over. Live a life free of Pablo, free of torment, and most of all, it gave you time to yourself.

As if could ever truly be free from him. As if you could ever forget him.

Twenty minutes. You had twenty minutes to accept. Hesitantly walking toward the computer, the screen shining brightly, showing the two emails you’d typed out. One accepting, the other declining.

You lick your lips, reaching toward the send button, when a knock sounds at your door. Jumping slightly, you turn around, facing the wooden door in surprise.

Without thinking, your feet move for you, dragging you toward it. Your hands too move for you, unlocking and opening the door.

In front of you is someone who’d been on your mind nonstop for years, more-so in the last few months. He was drenched from head to toe, his hoodie clinging to him as the light grey had long since turned dark. He looked like a wet puppy. How long had he been standing there?

He says your name, urgent and afraid. “Please don’t go.”

Please don’t go.

Confusion flashes across your face, how did he even find out? “What?” You choke out, heart pounding in your chest. “How—get inside. You’re going to get pneumonia.” You grumble, swinging the door wide open and stepping aside.

Pablo does as told, taking hesitant steps into the warmth of your entry way. The door had only just clicked shut when he begins to speak again, “There is so much I want to say to you, but first, I need to say i’m sorry.” He’s breathing heavily, as if he’d just run a marathon.

Mouth opening to speak, to insist he shut up, you’re the one being shut down. “No! Let me get it out! Lucia and I—we broke up. Well, she broke up with me. Said, ‘I couldn’t love her when I still clearly loved you.’ And I realized then how badly I fucked things over. Because,” he sucks in a deep breath, whispering your name like it was the most delicate thing in the world, “fuck, I love you. I love you, and i’m sorry I couldn’t admit that till I already fucked things up.”

Your mouth opens and closes for what must’ve been a hundred times, stunned by his sudden confession. “Pablo—“

“Please, don’t go to Paris. I can’t let you get away again. I need you here. I need you to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at you, “I need you.” He says it slowly, making sure you latched on to every syllable.

With your chest rising and falling in uneven intervals, your eyes flicker across his face. He’s desperate, like losing you would physically end him. A look only comparable to when he’d torn his ACL.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan, “oh fuck you. Why are you doing this to me? After all this time—why when i’m just about to move on. Why couldn’t you do this before I figured my shit out.”

“Because I was—I am stupid. I’m an idiot, but i’m here now. I’m here, in front of you, begging you to stay.” He pleads with his eyes, with his hands, that were twitching at his sides, trying not to hold you, with his voice.. “I’ll get on my knees, i’ll do anything. Just please, please stay.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you try to think logically. You try to think about how much you wanted this for so long, but also how badly he’d hurt you.. Do you trust your head or your heart?

But at the end of the day, the heart always won.

“Okay.” You finally say, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll stay.” You glance at the clock on the wall a few feet away, it was 12:01. “Not like I had a choice, the deadline just passed.”

Pablo lets out a sigh of relief, one that had your eyes narrowing. “Don’t sound too upset about it.” You quip, though your voice lacked amusement.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “So—“

“You make my life so difficult.” Grumbling, you motion for him to follow you, “you need to take a warm shower, i’ll find you something to change into. I do not want to get a cold because of you.”

With a little pep in his step, Pablo trails behind you. “Okay, so what does this mean? Am I forgiven or..”

“Well, no! But you’re getting there.” You reply simply, knowing deep down he’d been forgiven the moment he uttered those five words. ‘I love you, i’m sorry.’

I just tagged everyone who asked for a part two, apologies ^_^

DTS , @halfwayhearted @pabl0andm3 @gadriezmannsgirl @spidybaby @alexis1taylorr @htpssgavi

[hoes4lino]

Late nights 🌃 | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains suggestive content, minor injuries, swearing as well as slut shaming (fluff?); minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Who would say that after years of despising his existence he would end up in your bed.

Authors note: I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers. (Also I was lazy to spell check srry T-T)

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It was around 3am on a Saturday morning, the dim lights of the city illuminating your room, the light sound of the rain hitting your window, it was the perfect set up to cuddle with your cat while you watched kdramas on your bed.

Your eyes felt heavy, your body was comfortable in the coziness of your bed, slowly closing them you felt how you drifted to a slumber sleep.

Maybe it was the loud thunder or the cries of you cat, but you jumped out of your bed, annoyed and scared as you heard your doorbell ringing nonstop. You walked towards the door slowly trying to make no sound.

Stumbling through the darkness you grabbed an umbrella, just in case you had to defend yourself— your mouth was slightly parted as you spotted the brun haired boy standing in front of your apartment door. His face had few bruises and scratches, seems like he got into a fight. He kept ringing the doorbell, you brain trying to decide whether you should open it or not.

You met Minho at a club about two years ago, he was a mutual friend— however, you two never seemed to click, always getting on each others neck; you didn’t really considered him a friend but he was always around cause he was part of your friend group.

The sudden silence that echoed your apartment made you snap out of your thoughts, peeping again through the peephole you spotted him with a concerned face as he stared to his side, panic filling his eyes.

In that moment you knew he was in desperate need of help, you snatched open your door and pulled him in, locking your door and hoping whatever was after him didn’t notice he went inside your apartment.

“Took you long enough” He scoffed, carefully touching his busted lips. You looked at him up and down annoyed, some of his wounds were dripping blood and his cloth were dirty “Don’t make me snitch on you” He smirked as he leaned forward “I know you are an asshole but you would never” He said with his raspy voice— You simply rolled your eyes at him, looking at him from head to toes once again.

“Why are you here?” You questioned him, arms wrapping in front of you chest— you looked pissed “None of your business” he spat, making you scoff once again “It is when you come to my house beaten up at 3am” You said in disbelief.

A small smile adorned his face as he looked at you mischievously, he always loved pushing your buttons, it gave him some sort of satisfaction “You won’t like the real reason of why I’m here. So lets pretend am being chased by a thief” Your eyes widen in disbelief “A thief chasing you?!? And you brought him to my apartment building? You want to get me killed or something? He shrugged and looked at you “maybe? It was the first place that came to mind”

You seriously couldn’t stand him, how dare he come to your apartment this late all beaten up and with a criminal chasing after him. It was also the audacity he had to talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You are seriously going to kill me someday” You sighed as you grabbed his arm and walked him to your bathroom “What are you doing” You signaled him to sat on the toilet “Isn’t it obvious?” You said annoyed as you searched for a first aid kit in the bathroom drawer.

He looked at you as you grabbed a towel and poured some hydrogen peroxide. You were wearing your silk pijama dress, it looked as delicate as you, your puffy eyes and messy hair gave him a hint that you were probably sleeping before he came to interrupt.

You walked towards him and kneeled in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts once you carefully tapped the towel on his face. He hissed at the contact, the hydrogen peroxide burning his skin “Fuck” he yelp “Don’t be a bitch be gentle” he spat as he grabbed the counter besides him.

You laughed at his squirming “Stop being a baby” You teased— He straighten his body and looked deeply into your eyes “Im not a baby” He scoffed, swallowing his pain. It was quiet for a second, his heartbeat and breathing being audible, for some reason it brought you some kind of comfort.

“You need to stop staying too late at clubs” you mumbled while continuing to clean his wounds. He rolled his eyes “Aweee you care about me??” He said in a playful tone while tilting his head, a smug adorning his face.

You shook your head “Don’t make this about yourself, I’m just saying so you never come back to my house at this hours” He doesn’t know why but your words sting his heart, He doesn’t want to admit it but it does.

He scoffed “Says the slut that always passes out at the clubs” You stop cleaning him and looked at him, anger filling your eyes “What did you say?” He leaned closer to your face “I’m pretty sure you heard me loud and clear” He gave you a thin smile.

You never knew why Minho was like this, always defensive. No matter the situation— he always had something to say about you “I don’t get why you are being so defensive right now” You say softly as your gaze moves back to his scratches, this time pressing the towel hard on his wounds. He hisses and throws his head back.

“You did that on purpose” He groans, his eyes tight shut “Did I? I’m sorry” You proceed to press even harder, liquid dripping from the towel to his wounds. He moves one of his hands to grabs yours, both of you forcing against each other.

“Let go” You hissed, trying to remove your hand from his strong grip, however, he wouldn’t budge “I’m tired of you” He said out of nowhere, you stop forcing and looked at him confused. “Excuse me? You tired of me? You are the one interrupting my sleep” At this point you thought Minho was a social experiment to test how long it would take for you to reach your limit.

It was quiet for a minute until he started talking “You are always batting your pretty lashes at anyone who walks your way” He probably noticed by your face that you were confused as hell in that moment, he scoffed “Now you are pretending you don’t know” You tilted your head to lock eyes with his “I know what you mean, I’m aware of my actions, however I don’t get how that involves you” He took a deep breath and mumbled something you didn’t quite catch.

“Oh c’mon, let’s be for real” He doesn’t really know why this conversation is frustrating him so much, its not like he cared or at least thats what he told himself “I was at our usual club making out with this hot chick when I heard the people besides us talking about you” He stopped his words, his hands turning into fists

“They were talking some nasty shit about you” He scoffed leaning his face closer to yours “Now don’t get me wrong, It’s not like I care about you, but the way they see you as a dirty little slut pissed me off” Minho didn’t realize he was still holding your arm until you squirmed at his grip, he let you go and gave you apologetic eyes before continuing “I stood up and next thing I know I was fighting against 5 guys, funny thing is not the first time I defend you like that”

You were aware of your flirty persona, always giving men false hopes in exchange of free drinks, however, you never expected for people to gather around and slut shame you. You have never slept with someone after a clubbing night, you were disgusted and uncomfortable, you didn’t like the image that was going on around about you.

Your gaze moved back to Minho’s he had a face of disgust, you were unsure if his expression was like that because of you or because of what those guys were doing, either way it didn’t feel nice.

Seeing that no words were coming out of your mouth he continued talking “Im so tired of protecting you behind your back” He sighed “I’m always getting in trouble because you can’t keep your cunt dry” Although you appreciate his gesture of protecting you— it pisses you off the way he is talking to you, personally you believe theres better ways to say this type of things.

“Well I never asked for your help did I?” You threw the towel to the side and stood up, his body mimicking yours and following you to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup of water and took a sip of it “So what? Should I just sit there and hear how they treat you like a slut?” He scoffed. Those words marked you limit, your body automatically throwing the cup of water to his face, your face was red in anger.

His laugh echoed in your head like an annoying fly, he tried drying his face as you stood up there looking how he laugh uncontrollably. You hated the way he could make you feel like nothing in matter of seconds, tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you refused to let him see you cry.

“I’m sorry” he chuckled “Im aware I crossed the line, however…” He walked closer to you, making you stumble as you take few steps back until your back hit the counter “You seriously need to stop giving me troubles, I just know they banned me from that club” He sighed frustrated, you look at him for a second noticing a drop of blood rolling down his chin from his lip.

Gently you swiped the blood away with your finger “Let me get you a band aid” The atmosphere felt dense, it was awkward. He genuinely felt bad for crossing the line, however, he wasn’t good with words so he had no clue how to apologize.

You took him again to the bathroom finishing to clean his wounds, as you finished up by putting a band aid on the corner of his lip you spoke “You should stay for the night” You spoke softly looking at his eyes “But… I took my couch to the dry clean so… you can stay on my bed” His initial answer was to reject the offer and walk home, however, he felt like he was under a spell as you spoke to him so softly so… caring.

He cursed under his breath, eyes looking at you unsure “Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” He questioned afraid this was some type of prank— You slightly nodded “Knowing the type of crybaby you are I can’t make you walk home covered in wounds, I just know you will accuse me with Jisung” You scoff, cleaning up the area. He chuckled “You have a good point right there”

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It was around 6am you could feel the light sunlight creeping in your curtains, you groan your eyes slowly opening. You tried to move, however, you couldn’t— you look down to see what was stopping you, your breath hitching as you see Minho’s arm wrapped around your waist. That’s when it hit you. The soft breath hitting your neck, he was cuddling you in his sleep.

You tried to ignore it, his arm around your waist, his warm breath hitting your neck, the way your pajama dress rolled up to your mid ass. But there was one thing you couldn’t ignore. His morning wood, the way it was pressed against your almost bare ass.

You closed your eyes shut trying to think on other things, get some distraction. You hated to admit you were getting turned on by the second. Your body froze as you felt him shifting on the bed, his body only pressing closer towards yours, he snuggled his head on the crook of your neck.

He mumbled softly “Are you awake?” His words tickled your neck, slightly squirming under him. You nodded, you couldn’t dare and use your words, afraid your voice might sound shaky or unstable. He hummed at your response “Im sorry…” He lightly rubbed your belly with his thumb “I can’t control it” He said embarrassed, slowly moving away from your body.

“Do you mind if I use your shower?” He asked his eyes wide open looking at the ceiling “Sure” You said nonchalantly, slightly disappointed at the lack of his body warmth. He stood up and left to the shower, after that you two shared breakfast. It was rather silent as you both drank your coffee, no one knew what to say or what to do…

The moment he left your apartment you felt a weight leaving your shoulders— you could finally breathe in peace, you look down to stare at the kitty rubbing against your legs, “What am I going to do” You squirmed running to your bedroom. Once there you threw yourself on your bed, kicking your feet and screaming on the pillow replaying the moment in your head. You grabbed your phone to call your best friend asap.

You hoped she would kick some sense into you… however, she left you feeling even more confused about Minho, her words being “Maybe you too should have sex to break the tension” The thought of having sex with Minho made you wanna puke, not in a bad way but in a way you can’t really describe.

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“Literally what the hell is wrong with you” You snatched your arm from his grip. You where at a frat party with your friends, you were hooking up with someone when Minho basically dragged you to an empty room.

“What’s wrong with me? More like whats wrong with you” He snarked back, his eyes looking like big dark orbs. “Well I was having some fun until you came” You said at him annoyed, you have no idea what his business was here but it was pissing you off.

He chuckled, his laugh echoing in the whole room “If by having fun you mean sleeping with anyone, then go ahead” He gesture his hands towards the exit. His attitude make you confused and mad, your eyes rolling as he kept his gaze focus on yours.

“Look Minho” You took a deep breath trying to keep yourself well collected “I don’t know what your business is right now but maybe and Yeji was right when she said to fuck you to break the tension” You spat at him, your body straightened and arms crossed over your chest. He took a moment to process your words, his mouth slightly parting to say something when you spoke again.

“You are literally so annoying, always treating me like a god damn child, also picking up a fight with me, like get a damn lif-” Your words were interrupted as his lips crashed on yours, his body pushing you towards the door.

His lips felt soft and smooth against yours, his gentle touch on your face felt angelical. A moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue touching the bottom of your lip as for asking permission to enter. The more passionate the kiss got the wetter and messy it got. Whimpers and kissing sounds lingered around the room, the back ground music from the party adding to the vibe.

The whole situation was a mess, two people that didn’t like each other craving for each other touch— its funny how unexpected life is… isn’t it?

He sat you on his lap, your hips grinding on his thigh begging for friction. He caressed your body so gently, god damn he was driving you insane. He was trying to engrave every sensation into his brain, taking in your scent, your vanilla perfumed combined with the intoxicating smell of tequila. He gasped in delight, slowly pecking your neck and nibbling your ear.

“I hate you” He groaned as you moved your hand down to touch his boner, you chuckled “Always had an impact on me like you put me on some type of smell” He whispered against your ear as he placed his hands on yours hips to help you get some friction.

You threw your head back and moaned slightly “I hate that you are not mine” He said softly, his words making you stop to look at him. His look. In that moment you felt like you were the most gorgeous woman in this earth.

The way he looked softly at you with his eyes. Minho was bad with feelings but his eyes never lie. You took a moment to process the situation, your neck felt sore, probably adorned with a couple hickeys. Your lips were plumped. The man you were sitting on had a lipstick trail from his face to his chest. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was messy.

Was this a dream? You confirmed it wasn’t when he kissed you again this time, slowly more passionate… it felt intimate yet slutty. That kiss unveiled a thousand feelings that were trapped in a jar of hate. “God damn I can’t let go” He said in between kisses while groaning.

You were both getting drunk on each other, it was a passionate feeling you have never experienced before, the fact he was someone you thought you hated with your whole soul made it more intriguing… more risky.

You two were so captive by the moment that the laugh echoing behind you was ignored by your brain until a bright light illuminated the room. Both of you jumping off each other to stare as Jisung and Yeji who were laughing their asses off.

Yeji stopped laughing to groan at Jisung “Guess I owe you $50 now” She rolled her eyes handing the money to Jisung, who kissed the money and placed it on his pocket. Jisung giggled, slowly walking out with Yeji “You too keep doing your lovers thing” He teased before closing the door.

Minho and you shared an embarrassed look before laughing “Why don’t we move this matter to my house?” You said in a mischievous tone “I don’t know what you are talking about” He teased, while buttoning his shirt “But I would love to” He smiled at you genuinely before reaching to grab your hand and walk out of the party.

[aftxnrxbxtics]

into the pit

William Afton x f! reader

Summary: don’t stay too late at fredbear’s… or you might end up getting chased and fucked in the ball pit.

Warnings: dub-con, predator/prey dynamic, age-gap, mentions of murder and kidnapping, choking, aggressive sex, innocence kink, forced creampie, william being a sick bastard as always.

A/N: i had this idea for a long time and now i finally decided to write it, so i hope that you all enjoy it!! <3

You’re used to this. Every saturday you spend the entire afternoon at fredbear’s family diner, just to eat ice cream and play the arcade games for hours, nonstop, wanting nothing more than to collect enough tickets to trade in prize counter in exchange for that springbonnie plushie that you’ve always wanted.

Usually the restaurant is crowded, full of kids running around and happy families eating pizza while watching the animatronics performing on stage. But today is different, it’s almost empty.

You try not to think much about it, it’s been raining all day, so probably the heavy storm and thunders are what caused the lack of customers. However, it’s better for you, this time there’s no kids telling you that it’s their turn to play.

Without any distraction, you lose track of time, and before you know it you’re all alone and it’s completely dark outside. What a mistake. You should’ve gone home a while ago.

Just one more game, that’s what you promise to yourself, one more. But when you check the pocket of your jacket, there’s no fazcoins left. You already used all of them, and you’re out of real money too.

Fuck.

Maybe if you check your other pocket…

“I think you need more of these” a deep voice startles you, causing your heart to beat faster. And when you look up, you find a familiar face, it’s Mr. Afton.

You don’t know him, but you always see him around, and as far as you know he’s one of the owners. He seems kind, or at least that’s what you think when you see him there, close to you, offering you a bunch of shiny fazcoins.

You hesitate a little bit, but you end up taking the fazcoins off his big hand. It’s just a nice gift, right? accept it and don’t be rude.

“Thanks” you mutter, more shy than ever, nervously playing with the coins.

You’d be lying if you said that you don’t find him attractive, even though he’s way older than you, perhaps in his late forties, and there’s a hint of grey starting to appear in his hair and beard.

Something in him is extremely alluring, but you don’t know exactly what it is. Maybe it’s his towering height, his authority, or the fact that he’s always well dressed in suit and tie. You have no idea, but it makes you feel like a deer in headlights.

“Uh… i should go home already” you tell him, leaving the coins in your pocket. “Sorry for staying so late”.

William doesn’t answer, he just stares as you hurriedly make your way through the empty restaurant. You’re so sweet, so naive, if only you knew that there’s no way out. You’re trapped and he’s about to have some fun.

Of course, the main entrance is locked and chained, once you notice a shiver runs down your spine.

“You’re not going anywhere” William speaks, and even though you’re not looking at him, it’s obvious that he has a big grin on his face.

Run. That’s the only thing your instinct tells you. Don’t try to open the door, just run and hide.

So you do it. You start running as fast as you can, quickly thinking about which place would be the best to hide, behind the stage? the bathrooms? the kitchen? no, that’s too obvious. Your last option is the playground, if you’re lucky he won’t look there.

You go inside it, thankful for the padded mats muffling the sound of your footsteps, and there it is, the ball pit. You always see the kids playing hide and seek on it, so it must be deep enough for you to fit as well.

Trying to not make too much noise, you dive into the pit, hiding yourself under the colorful balls. It doesn’t matter that your body is trembling in pure fear, just stay still and wait until morning, don’t move.

But do you really think that you can outsmart someone like him? it’s his restaurant, his fun place, and he already knows every hiding spot. Every. Single. One.

Long minutes pass by, and it makes you think that you’re safe there, but in reality it’s nothing more than his twisted games.

When you least expect it, his hand reaches inside and pulls you out to the surface of the pit, in such an aggressive manner that causes your shirt to tear open. Still, you try to scream and fight, but all your effort is in vain, there’s no way for you to escape the grasp of a man who is almost twice your size.

Both of his hands wrap around your neck, squeezing hard, just without the intention of cutting you air flow. He still needs you alive.

“I thought about killing you” William confesses, his raspy voice now more intimidating than ever. “But i think you’re way too pretty to die, so now i have different plans for you”.

“Just let me go, please” you beg, grabbing his wrists, as if your desperate words would change anything. “Please”.

Actually, your pleading eyes and weak voice only make his cock grow hard inside his pants. He loves when someone begs him for mercy, it’s a power dynamic that he always wins.

“Just spread your legs, let me get what i want, and i’ll let you go” he says, taking his hands off your neck and slowly dragging his fingertips down to your exposed chest.

You’re scared and you know that it’s wrong, but you do as you’re told, you spread your legs in an inviting way, allowing him to see your lacey panties under your skirt. You’ve always liked him after all, so the thought of him using you instead of murdering you doesn’t sound as bad.

What you will never know is that he’s had a certain fixation on you too. Since the first time he saw you roaming around the restaurant a few weeks ago he knew he had to put his hands on you. At first, he wanted to ruin your innocence just by taking your life away, but when he realized that you were already a woman his depraved fantasies went somewhere else.

“Such and obedient girl” william says, his long fingers tracing the straps of your bra. “I like that”.

Suddenly, he pulls the fabric down, freeing your tits. And oh, and young body like yours never disappoints, you look so perfect and so soft. Your round tits, still firm and with pretty nipples, only make his gray eyes go almost completely dark in lust.

He can’t wait to see what else you’re hiding under your clothes.

His hands travel down, caressing your thighs, relishing on the tenderness of your skin. And even though he has seen many women before, none of them compares to you… you’re fragile and so fucking innocent.

God, if only you were a few years younger he’d really enjoy tearing you apart.

When his fingers reach your panties he just pulls them to the side, revealing your pussy already glistening with arousal.

“So wet for me” William growls, using his thumb to spread your wetness and rub your clit. “You want this, don’t you? who would have thought that you’d be a total slut”.

You don’t even pay attention to his mocking words or the chuckle that he lets out, you’re just focused on the pleasure he’s causing. His calloused thumb against your sensitive nub feels too good, way better than when you used to touch yourself while thinking about him.

He’s too experienced, so much that just a few more circles on your clit cause a moan to escape from your lips. But once he hears it he stops abruptly, taking his hand away, there’s no way that he’s gonna let you cum so soon.

You open your half-lidded eyes to protest, but then you see him making his way through the colorful balls to position himself between your open legs.

And for a moment, while he’s distracted unbuckling his belt, you think that maybe you could escape and make a run for the back door. But you don’t even dare to try it. Both of you know how bad that would end, so you stay still, just watching as he frees his hard cock.

He’s thick and veiny, leaking beads of precum out of his pink tip, and the mere sight of it makes you regret your decision. You don’t really think you’re capable of taking him inside you, however, it’s too late, before you know it he’s pushing into your tight pussy.

It hurts, so you try to push him away, placing your hands against his broad chest. But it’s useless, William doesn’t care at all, he just laughs at your pathetic attempts and continues having his way with you, burying his cock to the base inside your warm hole.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, his movements are careless and aggressive, thrusting hard even if your eyes are filled with tears.

But soon enough, the pain starts to fade away, leaving only the sting of his cock stretching you open. And William seems to know that, he notices the way your body reacts and how your hands slowly stop trying to resist him.

“That’s it” he growls in a condescending manner. “Stop crying and focus on me.”

You don’t answer, everything is happening too fast and your mind is a mess, but when he leans closer, caging you under him, you have no other option but centering you attention on him and nothing else.

You hold onto his purple shirt and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment, even though you’re surely going to regret it for the rest of your life.

Each drag of his cock feels like nothing you’ve had before, and you can almost swear that you feel every vein and ridge, along with the mushroomed tip bullying your cervix with each violent thrust. And you’d never admit it, but you kinda like getting fucked in such an animalistic way, allowing him to take out all of his frustration on you.

The squelching noises and your whimpers are obscene, and the smell of sex is starting to gross you out, so you bury your face on his neck, inhaling his manly scent instead, a rare mixture of cigarettes and cologne.

His breathing is ragged, you can feel the warmth of it on your shoulder, and soon his thrusts start getting deeper, causing a delicious friction of his hairy pelvis against your clit.

“You feel so good- fuck” William groans, losing his mind over how heavenly your walls grip around him. “You’re so fucking tight. You were made for me, and now finally i get to fill you up with my cum, claiming you as mine forever”.

Your mind is clouded by pleasure, so you don’t realize the danger of his words, but his possessiveness sends you over the edge. You come undone with a muffled cry, arching your back as you let your orgasm take over your body.

You ride out your high, feeling pure bliss until your legs end up shaking. And William is close too, you can tell by the way his muscles are tensing and how his thrusts lose rhythm.

That’s when your heart drops, remembering what he said just a minute ago.

“Don’t cum inside. Please.” you plead, on te verge of tears again, not really wanting to deal with the consequences of it. “Don’t”.

But he just puts a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “I’m not asking for permission”.

Your muffled whines and how your pussy clenches out of fear and desperation is exactly what he wanted. Nothing more enjoyable for him than to cause such emotions in someone vulnerable under his power. You’re the perfect little victim.

William can’t resist it anymore, just a few more thrusts and he cums, grunting as shoves his cock deep inside you one last time, filling you up with his sticky seed.

He empties himself to the last drop and then falls on top of you, not wanting to pull out yet, just staying inside your hot pussy while he catches his breath. He’s an old man after all, he needs a few minutes to recover from a rough fuck.

Once he’s done, he slides out slowly and starts fixing his clothes, not really paying attention to you. He’s indifferent, and now that his fun is over you think that maybe he’s just gonna leave you there, feeling used and filthy, on your own to find your way out of the restaurant.

But he doesn’t. When William buckles his belt again, pretending like nothing happened, he stares down at you once more. You’re still shy, trying to hide your exposed body while looking up at him with big teary eyes, like a wounded animal.

How can he leave you there in such state? He’s not that bad… is he?

So he picks you up on his arms, bridal style, carrying your weight so effortlessly as he walks out of the playground. And you rest your head on his chest, too weak and sleepy to even try to escape from his hold. But weird enough, you don’t feel fear anymore.

“I think i’m gonna keep all to myself” William’s voice seems distant as your eyes begin to close, finally resting after the sudden rush of adrenaline. “You’ll be staying in my basement for a while…”

[sister-lucifer]

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Genre: Fluff, not explicitly romantic

Summary: It’s been raining all day, and you and Tim are stuck inside the cabin together. You can’t sleep because of the thunder, and decide to see if Tim can help you out. 

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral reader, brief mentions of alcohol, uh…if you can think of anything else let me know! This is pretty damn soft, but actually not explicitly romantic.

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You don’t really notice the sound of the rain against the windows anymore. It’s been raining nonstop since, what, 7 AM this morning? Its not quite storming, at least not yet, but everything is soaked, and you can hardly even walk out onto the patio without your shoes filling with water. It’s dreary, sure, but not exactly unpleasant. It’s a good day to stay in, that’s all. 

You shift your sitting position a bit, wrapping one of the woven blankets from the back of the couch around your shoulders as you gaze out the window. You’re not really expecting to see anything, it’s just trees and trees for miles around, but you always seem to find yourself gazing out into the endless pines. You only turn away when you hear Tim sit down in the recliner, sighing lazily as he puts his feet up. This is a sight you’ve seen many times: A few strands of hair falling between his eyes, an old flannel half unbuttoned over a stained white tank, a beer can in one hand and a nearly finished cigarette in the other. It’s practically Tim’s natural state.

He takes one last drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ash tray he keeps on the end table, chasing the smoke with a sip of his beer before that, too, is set aside. He glances out the window, whistling softly. 

“Ain’t nobody goin’ out in that weather,” He drawls, “Nobody with half a mind, anyhow.”

You nod in agreement, taking a little sip of your hot cocoa. It’s a wonderful way to keep warm in this homely old cabin.

You glance over at Tim, who is now absentmindedly flipping through TV channels. He’s probably looking for sports or Storage Wars or something, you think. Some old man show you’ll never find interest in.

As you look at him a bit longer, just spacing out a bit with your eyes on his face, your mind meanders back to before you two were this comfortable with each other. It feels weird to think about that now, though. You couldn’t imagine being in that place again.

Tim’s told you before that you reminded him of himself when he was a younger, when he was ‘new and green’ as he’d say. You were a wide eyed, scared kid, just like he was. You deserved to be living in a dorm somewhere, getting shitfaced at college parties and making choices you’ll regret the next morning but laugh at for years, not to be forced to cope with this reality. No one deserves it, really, to wake up in an unfamiliar place surrounded only by endless woods, no one and nothing around to help you and your body aching all over with injuries you don’t recall getting. 

He knows that feeling. 

He’s never felt worse. Neither have you. It’s hard to get worse than that, really. 

You were still a bit dazed when he first helped you back to his cabin, but something about the worn walls and cozy, lived-in feeling of the old rugs and antique furniture told you you were safe, at least for now. You were out the second your head hit the pillow. You slept for nearly two days straight. You really needed it. 

Since then you’ve been a permanent fixture in Tim’s life. You don’t really leave the cabin, and you’ve never left alone. Tim says it’s just until you can find a job and a place of your own, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to kick you out. You’re thankful for that, of course, but you can’t help but smile every time he insists that this is only a temporary situation, that if you don’t get off your ass he’ll quite literally throw you to the wolves, but he always smiles too. You’re definitely on the same page, and the headline says you’re not going anywhere.

The rainy day melts into a rainy afternoon, then an evening, then a quiet night. The rain has slowed down a bit, but now the thunder has rolled in, and every ten or fifteen seconds or so you can hear it clapping loudly overhead. The sound is a bit more…penetrating than usual, a bit more raucous, and far more bothersome. You’re not sure why. The only thing you are sure of is that your once comforting outdoor ambience is really ticking you off. 

You sit up with a yawn, glancing at the clock and groaning with annoyance when you see it’s already passed 2:00 AM. Damn, you’ve been lying here a while, and still no luck getting to sleep. 

The thunder crashes outside once more, making you roll your eyes. It’s mocking you, you think, poking and prodding in an attempt to get a reaction. You simply sit there for a few moments, debating turning your TV on or reading a book to tire yourself a bit more, but neither of those are particularly attractive options at the moment. You bring your knees up and rest your head on them, half lidded eyes lazily wandering around your dark room. It looks the same as usual, no surprise there, but when you look down the hallway you notice that Tim’s door is cracked open. 

Hm. Odd. He never leaves it open. Must’ve stumbled off to bed and failed to realize he didn’t close it all the way. 

It’s not a big deal at all, really, but the light of his TV leaking out through the cracked door paired with the noise of the thunder gives you an idea. 

You slowly slip out of bed, cringing a bit when your feet hit the cold wood. You’re as quiet as you can be, avoiding all the floorboards you know will squeak. There’s really no point, Tim sleeps like a rock most nights, especially if he’s been drinking, but you figure you’re better off safe than sorry.

You make your way to his door, pushing it open just a bit to peek inside. You wince when the door creaks unbearably loudly, but Tim doesn’t move a muscle. He’s sprawled out like a starfish on his bed, limbs in all directions and his single blanket only half covering his body. He looks foolish, but in a charming sort of way. He’s even snoring a bit.

You cautiously make your way to his bedside, watching him for any sign of consciousness. You don’t want to startle him. Even if he didn’t mean to, he could really hurt you if he thought you were a threat, though at the moment he’s not very intimidating. His sweatpants are ratty, there’s no hiding his dad bod in that old sports tee, and his face is illuminated by the cheesy sitcom he left on; not exactly the pinnacle of danger. 

You step up to his bed, debating what to do. You should wake him gently, it reduces the risk of injury, but how do you gently wake someone who could sleep through an aerial assault?

“…Pssst, Tim?” You whisper, but get no response. You repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“Tim, wake up.” 

He stirs a bit, but all you get is a groan and a minute twitch of his eye. Dammit. 

You sigh and roll your eyes with annoyance, reaching out to softly shake his shoulder.

“Tim, it’s me. Wake up.”

He lazily swats your hand away, groaning again and mumbling a reply without even opening his eyes. 

“Whaddya want, kid…?” He asks, practically chewing his words.

“I can’t sleep,” You respond simply, giving a little shrug. Tim is not amused at this answer. 

“And why does this have to involve me?” He huffs, glancing at you for a moment before his eyes close again. He turns onto his side towards you, yawning as he tries to pull his blanket back up. 

You don’t really have an answer to that one. Why did you feel the need to come in here and wake Tim up? It’s not like he controls the thunder. It’s not like he controls your inability to sleep…

…But maybe he can help. 

“I can’t sleep,” You explain, trying to figure out how to word your request without sounding stupid, “The thunder is too loud. I thought maybe I could…you know…” 

Tim’s eyes finally open, for real. He raises a brow at you, and for a moment you fear you’ve overstepped, but his expression shifts to tired once more as he turns onto his back again. 

“Kid,” He mutters, clearly annoyed but trying to be gentle, “If you’re old enough to share a beer with me, you are definitely too damn old to be running into my bed ‘cause you’re scared of a li’l thunder.”

“I’m not scared,” You quickly protest, “It’s just too loud for me to sleep. I didn’t know what else to do, I just thought…”

You trail off. You’re not really sure what you thought.

“…Never mind.” 

You turn to walk away, hoping he’ll be too tired to remember this in the morning. You’re in the doorway when his gruff voice stops you. 

“Wait, wait,” He drawls, sleepily waving you over without moving from where he’s lying, “Get back here, I ain’t chasin’ ya off…” 

You pause at that, then slowly walk back to his bed. He’s silent, and for a few moments unmoving, but then he scoots over a bit, patting the bed next to him. 

“C’mon.” 

You sigh in relief, happy to see Tim responding at least somewhat positively. You climb into bed next to him, though you’re careful not to get too close to him. You and Tim don’t really do physical contact beyond a high five for a job well done. 

That’s what makes it all the more surprising when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side but making sure to be gentle, giving you ample opportunity to pull away if you need to. You don’t.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, keeping his eyes closed and his face towards the ceiling, his free hand idly resting over his stomach. 

“…You ain’t too scared, are ya?” He drawls. You’re confused for a moment, but then the thunder sounds again and you realize what he means. You hadn’t even noticed the thunder since you walked in. It was nice. 

“No, I’m fine, really,” You insist, “I’m not scared, it’s just hard to sleep with the noise. It’s more annoying than anything else.”

He gives a grunt of acknowledgment. 

“You get on to sleep, then. Ain’t no reason for you to be tired tomorrow.” 

You nod, moving a bit closer to him. He, in turn, wraps him arm a bit tighter around you. It feels…nice. Foreign, yes, but far from unpleasant. He smells like pine trees and faded Old Spice cologne. 

You yawn softly, pulling the blanket up over the two of you as you get comfortable. A comfortable silence settles over you both as the sound of the thunder mixed with the blurry noise of the TV. You’re the first to break it, a question falling from your lips before you can really think of stopping it. 

“…You were worried I was afraid?” 

Tim shrugs, scratching at his stubble as he answers. 

“I mean, I guess…I just wanted to make sure, ya know? Make sure you didn’t need me to do nothing to make you feel better…” 

That makes you smile.

“Didn’t think you’d care that much…” You murmur with a hint of a giggle. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Tim quickly snaps, “Course I care. I care about you. Ain’t no way for me not to. I’ve cared about you since the second I took you in. You’re not that young, I know, but back then you were just a kid to me. You’ve matured since then, yeah, but I’ll never forget the way you looked when I found you wandering the trail that day…” 

“Yeah, yeah, and you remember when I was three apples tall, I get it,” You tease with a playful laugh. Tim can’t help but chuckle, giving you a little squeeze. 

“Can it, ya little shit. You know what I’m sayin’. I knew what I was doin’ when I let you into my home, I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t care.”

He’s got a point there. Most of the time Tim’s number one priority is self preservation. He rarely goes out of his way to do anything that doesn’t directly benefit him. He must’ve seen something in you absolutely worth the trouble. What exactly it is you’ll never know, but you’re certainly happy with where it’s gotten you. 

You turn to him a bit, giving him a tired smile. He turns to you as though he can sense your stare, cracking open one eye to return your smile before laying his head back again. 

“Alright, alright, ‘nuff yammerin’. Go to sleep,” He orders, reaching over to ruffle your hair before his hand rests back on his stomach. He never was good at being strict.

You stretch a bit before settling into your spot, getting as comfortable as you can so that you won’t have to shift around and risk bothering or waking up Tim later on. He hasn’t moved a muscle, his breathing already slowed and all of his muscles relaxed for once. It’s an odd sight, really. Usually he’s always holding some tension in his brow or jaw or shoulders, but he’s completely relaxed now, as are you. You finally feel like you could fall asleep.

“Night,” You mutter, your eyes fluttering shut. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Tim’s southern drawl ringing in your ears. 

“Sweet dreams, kid.”

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[starrbright]

Carnality in Adoration

“I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins." The Vegetarian, Han Kang

Everything he feels seeping in. Surfacing from the depths of the beginning. It's heavy. Deeper than he thought he could have carried in such a short time. It's terrifying. He welcomes it freely.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Illustrations: Stephan Sinding, Adoration Max Švabinský

I've yet to read 'the vegetarian', but I am aware that the novel is quite horrific as others have said. And using the passage would be out of context, but I couldn't help it, when I saw that words while having this piece in my drafts, I knew i just had to do it.

Nearing 6k words. characters are in their late twenties. established relationship. fluff. smut.

all my y/n are fat and of color.

september 24, 2023, I began this and had to shelf it. And now December 19, I'm finally fucking done😭 spent a little lot of time in a coffee shop today just so to finish this and here it fucking is😭 had three black coffees and am so worn out and shaking. I'm so tired, you guys TT. Been so busy nonstop and I just had to fucking suck it up and finish this one, I hope you like it. A little treat for the holidays. Enjoy and take care!! 💐💌

@iwaberry, @mood-romantica, & @shaisuki my lovelies💘

God. Gods. Angels. Saints. To Osamu, he's unsure if he believes in them. Maybe he does. Maybe.

He's not religious, you've found him to be. But these days, he's making you question so.

Few days of being truly together. Blissful kisses. Sex here and there. He cares for you truly, you know and feel this. He feels for you. You never doubted him the very first moment he made himself known in your life.

From the ardor in his eyes that you saw by how entranced he was looking at you the first time you felt he felt for you. From how firmly but tenderly he always hold your hand to fall his lips on your knuckles before anything else. From the way his eyes closes as he does so, or even more so how he hold his gaze to you when he does it.

From how tired he is at the end of his work, he still makes you a fresh batch of your favorites before you see each other at the end of the day or night. From how you can see the light in his gray eyes whenever you happily eat his food.

You never doubted him, not even when he has yet to say those three delcaring words. He has already uttered such loving words to reflect it. Always. You never doubted him.

And how could you ever ever doubt him--as he has his big hand on your neck, his fingers grasping up until on your plump cheek to take your lips for his own. Drinking the wetness of your mouth to your sounds as he moves his lips and tongue against your own in a way that always has your chest heaving while he doesn't seem to be affected at all as he only hums deeply as calmly--a stark contrast to your soft whimpers, despite the hardness of his erection on your behind.

His big and strong hand holds the round of your stomach against the fabric of your top, him having you from behind is always a delight to him; all the fat and softness of what you have melts onto him, a welcome to the edges he has. A home he's found that he always enclosed with open arms.

A deep breath you let out from your mouth when he finally pulls away, mouths dripping with drools. Osamu takes his breath back by burying his face on your neck, nose and wet lips pressed so against on you, his air so hot on your skin. Hearts thundering against one another.

Finding your voice, before it further unfolds to resulting taking too much time. "We should go now." You say, a little breathy. It fell nothing to his ears.

What didn't fall nothing to your ears is a deep hum that contracted in his throat as his hand squeezed some of your fat on your belly. "Samu." You breathe. Both of you knowing what that all means. But it's always nothing to him. Yet you always still try. A game between you two. Almost.

His mouth begins to move, lips dragging greedily on your skin, the sweetness of what you routinely used melts in his palate. It fuels his need to taste you more, the very taste of you, always.

A hand of his on your neck goes wrapping around your throat firmly, fingers pressing down that your breath hitched as his mouth slides down to your shoulder. Having worn an off-shoulder top gave him access to all what he's doing right now. And you know you wouldn't be wearing clothes that shows skin as whenever this happens, you're always marked. He can't help it. He doesn't want to. To see all what he leaves on you always pleases him. A reminder you're his.

Osamu bites down on the supple flesh all over, wanting to feel the warmth and goodness of your fat in his mouth, inhaling and swallowing each bite, grunts and groans leaving him. He squeezes your throat and breast at the same time, resulting a strained whimper from you, the tightness of his hold on your throat contracts in you, heavy pain of pleasure there to going down your cunt.

"Stay still." He murmurs deeply in between the ministrations of his mouth on you as he squeezed your throat and breast again. It isn't a question nor plea. A command.

It has your cunt fluttering the same of your heart.

Pants of breath, slowly, you calmed your slight squirming against behind him, your right hand that was on his nape never leaves there holding onto him as lifeline. His arm around you that still holds your breast tightly began to squeeze you to him. His cock that was hardened the moment his lips met yours, tight against his pants, pressing on your ass twitching. Your short and tight skirt riding up higher, showing your cheeks, prettily hugged in your white stockings and black panties. "What you do to me." His dripping mouth now on your ear, low and breathy resonates through you, your body shuddering with a whimper once more. "Every. damn. time." He groans each hard hump he made on your ass-friction against his clothed cock and your thinly covered ass, so hot and strained.

His hand stays restraining your throat as the other slowly comes down between your thighs, squeezing you there before slipping his hand in and cupped your mound. Your body flinching slightly with a soft gasp leaving you. His face heavy on your cheek, minty breath reaching your nose and mouth. "Open your legs." A moan escapes you as he speaks, his demands always has you uttering sounds, whether it's the futile denial or meek obedience. At times like this, it's always both.

Your skirt rides up even higher as you opened your legs more, muscles in your limbs beginning to twitch as his palm stays cupping you. Two of his fingers pressing hardly on your cunt against your stockings and panty as he rubs you, wiggling them to squish in your folds, your clit being found and assaulted then. Your wetness spreading and seeps through. "Samu." You moan, your head lazily leaning on him, eyes turning heavy, nails lightly digging on the skin of his nape.

"Need me?" He asks as his tongue slides to the corner of your mouth, dragging that damn muscle to your cheek until to your ear, his saliva painting your skin--already knowing your answer. His digits being drenched by your slick the more he rubs your cunt. He just can't get enough of you. He never could.

"We need to go." It just pleases him more whenever you deny him, well, at least you try to.

And it always fails. ''Wrong answer." But it's the right one for him to keep going. It always is. It just makes his endeavors more pleasurable than it already is.

Just how could you doubt him when he now kneels behind you, his face etched on the back of your thighs, fingers gripping them tightly between your inner thighs. Nuzzling on your fat flesh all over. His eyes drinking in the above him, ass cheeks tight on your black panties against your stockings. He'd tear your stockings if he could and he could, easily so by just his teeth but he doesn't want to piss you off (he does, as always) he just knows you love the outfit you're wearing and he can't have his beloved sad at him. So he makes do with trailing soft kisses on you, his drool leaving of its little marks. Inching up his face by nuzzling on you again. Up, up, up until it reached your ass, nuzzling his face once more.

You have no choice but to stand the there and let him. His lips you feel, his hot breath, the littlest drop of his drools seeping in the thin material. Your hand finding its way to his hair, lightly gripping it as his own two grips your cheeks, spreading them apart. A gasp left you, "Samu-" Your cunt was suddenly licked, hard, tongue wide flat and dragged it slow until to the slit of your ass. Your slick thick on his tongue and he swallows with a guttural grunt, savoring what he can have for now. "How do you expect me to stop when you're fucking dripping."

His damn head buried beneath your ass, panties and stockings just tightly hang low under his chin—as he devoured your cunt from behind, still standing in your heels, no less.

Not a single drop was wasted. Limbs trembling and all as he still held a tight grip on you while he eases your high. His hands so gentle then as he put back on your clothes below you.

Suffice to say, your man was satisfied enough to let both yourselves go out already. And he was more than satisfied. Smug as hell as you sit besides each other along with his parents for a dinner, with his twin, no less—that you have no doubt the said bastard had a feeling something happened between you two before going to their family home. Atsumu can see it in Osamu's eyes after all, something like this is not new.

The lingering taste of your cunt still there in his mouth.

He's a man of unquenchable thirst.

And of selfishness.

You never miss the glint of immediate displeasure in his eyes when someone takes notice of you long enough for him to catch them. And certainly not when his arm secures around you more, and how could anyone miss the moment of him holding your face up to land a firm and long kiss on your mouth.

He's a man.

What can he do when someone is staring at you like he isn't there? And he does it proudly if not even pissed off. He just can't help it, really, even to your friends or closest ones. Seeing them near you, when he's with you, before you could free yourself from his grasp to greet them, his fingers twitch, his hold suddenly tightening—knowing you always greet them with a hug or a kiss on the cheek. It's nothing, but he can't help it.

And he couldn't help but be filled with that selfishness when you told him such a thing; that you'll visit your friend to another country, by yourself, no less. Even if it's only for a day. It filled him with dread.

But still, he allowed you, reluctantly so. You know he didn't want you to go, so you didn't. You didn't want to ruin your short trip while thinking of your man with the state you're both in.

Arguments, it rarely happens. That one wouldn't even count as one. A lesser misunderstanding. Jealousy. That much you already know of Osamu anyway. There's times when you almost feel giddy at his blatant displays of jealousy, but suppose the opposite to it is normal as well--just like right now.

As you sit alone on the floor of your apartment, while you paint, the night young--your heart heavy. And it skipped when you heard the door opened, those familiar heavy footsteps coming close.

As much as you wanted comfort, you weren't ready to see your man again. However, he is. As surprised as he was you were in your home....you didn't go—only then he realized, he messed up.

Osamu sighs as he walks in the living room, seeing your form there, quiet and unmoving but just the strokes of your paint brush, his steps grew light with each of it he takes as his heart sinks more.

There, he sits behind you, his arms immediately but gently as ever wraps around your stomach, hearing the soft hitching of your breath as he enclosed himself behind you, falling his face on your neck.

Your hand stops moving along the canvas, the paint brush just softly dangling between your fingers as you blankly stare at the colorful frame. His weight heavy on you as he holds you tight, yet your heart begins to unburden itself. You breathe, easing yourself as you feel the blues let go from you by his comfort. Gently laying your left hand on his arm and he let out a deep breath, holding you even tighter but so at ease. His breathing hot on your skin, the beating of his heart calm but deep and strong against your back. Silence remains as the long seconds passes by.

Osamu can be a man of words, he's not afraid nor hesitant to say what he thinks or what he truly means, but in this moment, he knows there's nothing needed to be said more than—"I'm sorry." His voice in a deep murmur.

Your head tuts aside gently, the blankness of your gaze melting soft as your hand on his arm then begins to merely caress him there. "I know." Is what you only say.

Osamu breathes out a hum deeply as he nuzzles his face on your neck, inching himself up to your chin to the side of your face, inhaling you. It's only been a mere day and yet he misses you so much. His heart begins to race despite the calmness of the moment, it never failed to do so whenever he holds you, but maybe an exception tonight as knowing his mistake was gracefully forgiven. Nevertheless, it took him a few more push for him to say his remaining gnawing thoughts. Fingers pressing on your stomach, his mouth beginning to caress your cheek. "Thank you for not going. And I'm sorry because of it." He tells softly in between in the trailing of his lips on you.

Your lips could almost smile but it didn't as they remain as calm, nonetheless, your eyes melt more and more to its fondness for him. Again, "I know." Is what you only say. Gently, your head falls to his own as he then stops kissing you to lean and nuzzle his head onto your own. Your caressing hand on him never stops, eyes closed and hearts near to beating the same way as silence made itself known again.

All that burdens you both fades into something more to be easily carried despite its heaviness.

Osamu speaks then, as softly, "Can you turn around?"

You did so, and now you face each other close while still sitting on the floor. His hands finding your own as he never breaks gaze with you, drinking you in at last once again. How he missed you, the amount of time to him is nonexistent.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

How deep his eyes for you always threaten you to look away, but you never do; seeing what you think you are, the parts of you that gnaws you--afraid of you to see that in his very eyes. And he does. He has before. And always will. Before you could turn your eyes away from him, you see the adoration in them, just as the first time you saw them in him, for you.

"I am now." You answer, your voice just as soft.

"When will you go again?" He asks once more.

Your gazes remains held, you couldn't bear to look away. "Maybe soon." You answer simply and he nods. Before he let go of your one hand, trailing it up to your neck so as to pull you closer for him to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Ya better bring home lots of souvenirs," he remarks, his face still close to you. You only laugh so breathlessly against his cheek and he smiles, his cheek rising against your mouth, few tears falling from your eyes and rolls down on him. His smile doesn't falter nonetheless. Happy you were both. "I missed you."

"'ve missed ya, too." He spoke clearly, before he pulls away lightly to take a look at you again. You gaze at each other once more, letting go of your held hands so as for him to cradle your face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiping your tears away.

He'll make it up to you. He doesn't need to say it because he will.

Your eyes stays as glazed while his own as calm and of that lazy look. The roughness of his hands sculpts against your tears stained chubby cheeks.

He doesn't know who to thank for such a blessing. To have a beloved gaze upon you like the way you give your eyes to him. But there you are anyways. So he figures, it's only you to thank for.

"Beautiful." Osamu spoke. It took a lot from you to not tear off your face from his grasp, let alone his boring gaze.

"Don't." You try. Of course, yet again, he didn't listen.

"Lovely." As a thumb of his softly glides on your lips.

"Stop."

"Pretty."

He strips you off with only his eyes, washing your doubts you didn't even know that was there. "Osamu."

"Mine." He murmurs as his thumb slides in your mouth, dragging it down gently on your teeth up front open, reaching until it presses on your tongue. Your mouth agape by the finger, your gaze close to turning little, your breath hitching. "Pretty." He breathes, his head tilting as his eyes never parts from you—sliding his thumb even further, "Like this." The smallest of whimper escaping you and you saw how his jaw clenched at that, a rough breathing sound following from his throat.

The view before him is new. Good. Saliva begins to gather more in your mouth, he feels and sees. He'd want to see you like that more often, satisfying to his eyes, a good way to keep his fingers warm as well. He keeps his finger pressing there, only staring at you, staring at how your drool pools more in your cavern, little drops of it escaping from your lips, rolling down to your chin.

Yeah, he'll really want to see and have you more the way he is doing right now.

And you can't deny the goodness of the slow moment you both are having. How you let yourself be gazed upon in such a way.

While Osamu's heart begins to waver of that steady rhythm the longer he made you remain in the state you're in. Everything he feels seeping in. Surfacing from the depths of the beginning of you both. It's heavy. Deeper than he thought he could have carried in such a short time.

It's terrifying. He welcomes it freely.

Slowly, he retracts his thumb, a thin line of saliva following and a sheet of it covers his finger as he lays it on just your chin--before he kisses you.

Slow and gentle. His first kiss of the day he takes, the first kiss you share after you both made up, the first kiss you share with the revelation found in him--unbeknownst to you. Osamu kisses you as if it was his last to be. He gives and holds his kiss deeply, lasting. A way to be heard of his specifically unspoken words for now.

However, you remain to be blissfully unaware of it; seeing this of nothing new as it's normal for you for him to be like that--and he knows. So it wouldn't be too long for him change that.

As you pull away, a little breathless, blinking the fluster away in your eyes. "I should fix this up and prepare for dinner." You said. Reluctantly but he doesn't let you feel it, he lets you free yourself from his arms as you stand up. Osamu keeps his eyes on you gather the art materials you've used.

As much as he would always praise what you create, as much as he'd always think it to be beautiful of whatever you make--the art is already before his eyes, not on the frame.

He does what he does whenever he takes you in, how an admirer would be in art gallery. Quiet. Intent. Deep.

Flesh rippling with every little move you make. Your round upper body snuggled well by your little top, breasts hanging free against the fabric, as well as showing a little of the fat of your tummy. Your bloomers too short and tight on you. A wonder for him. Your ever wide thighs. Dent and marks painted on your skin. Along that, he sees what his mouth and fingers left on you from before a few days. Even more beautiful with what he marks on you. He'll always prefer you to be marked by him.

"If you're done staring at me." Your voice breaks him out of his trance.

"I won't ever be." He replies simply.

A little laugh you echo at that while you walk back to him, now standing in front of him as he remains sitting there with his legs crossed on the floor.

You above him is divine to be. Maybe he's religious as he wonders so. At least when he gazes up at you while you look down upon him. A goddess of his.

Both of your hands comes to one another on your bodies; yours on his hair and face, while his on your legs. You'd be lying to yourself if you say you didn't like it when he's beneath you. At times like this, is where you question where he lies on higher beliefs--because the way he offers his eyes to you.....could be described as when one worships their divine being.

Osamu sees the little rose of your chest with your mouth parting ever so slightly, the gentle wonder in your eyes. He can't get enough of it.

Finding your voice, "What do you wanna have for dinner?" You asked, gently petting his hair and caressed his cheek.

A deep but short breath he took as he welcomes your doting on him. His fingers firmly caressing on your legs, slowly working their way up. "You know the answer to that." You wonder why you still asked.

You didn't roll your eyes instead you narrowed them, "I'm serious." It was hard to be as his hands crept up higher, reaching to your thighs, tingling sensations coming through.

He almost smiled. "So am I."

"You're so annoying." You sighed, raking your fingers through his hair. Such happiness in the little moment you both have.

Such happiness.

Maybe it was time.

"Osamu—"

"I love you."

Your voices met one another, his just with more.......conviction. You faltered. He didn't. He doesn't. He remains steeled just of his resolve.

The soft disbelief on you. You didn't know if you ever hoped for him to say it sooner, there wasn't anything bad if he didn't say it for the mean time either, but--the joy that blooms in you couldn't be brighter. Such simple words, how heavy it tolls on you.

Your hands gently cupped his face, still as silent you were, the words you were about to say now lost. Osamu nestles his head on your palms, never breaking gaze. He feeds off the awe you uncontrollably portray. He'll do anything so as to have you keep doing that only for him. The way your nose takes a breath, going from your mouth with your chest following as it rise, your voice remaining unfound. It's addicting to see those little things. and it's freeing to say those words, so he says it again. "I love you."

Heavily dazed but ever awake, your eyes never dare to blink, tears starting to sting, the walls of your throat threatening to crumble.

Osamu feels every little twitch. Feels it all. He wants more. He stays nestling his head on your palms, keeping his smile at bay with his unfazed look. "I love you." His voice now bright.

An ask to be answered.

Your tears fell, blinking slowly as you broke from your trance with a broken smile and breathless laughter. You cradle his face so lovingly as he held you the same. His arms tightly hugging your legs, hands gripping your thighs. Loved. And there your answer for him. with little more breaths, carrying the weight of all what you feel--"I love you." Voice almost to nothing from how breathless it was, nevertheless it graces his ears, finally letting his smile move on his lips.

"Again." It's sweet. Too sweet how you ever so slowly lit up as he said that.

"I love you." He can't stop himself from smiling more as you repeat them, his cheeks growing in your palms. Too rare. A smile of his that makes your heart hurt every time. Lips etched up lazily, little of his teeth showing.

"Again."

"I love you."

At the same time again.

You didn't think that his smile couldn't get bigger but it did. It's brighter than you ever seen before from him.

While he stays high in your gaze.

"I love you."

"I love you."

He now kneels, never tearing off his hold on you nor of his eyes. Osamu finds that there is glory in kneeling. And if there's anything Osamu loves more than food, it's winning. So he reigns in victory as he kneels before you.

So you let him have what he wants—his dinner.

Letting go of his face, he gently dives down on your legs, falling his lips there all over. "I love you," he murmurs with each breath he takes on your skin. "I love you." His hands squeezes your thighs repeatedly while your keeps caressing his hair. "I love you." His eyes began to flutter heavily, never stopping of working his mouth on you, dizzying himself by you. "I love you." He groans, his voice dragging deeply as he drags his face all over your flesh.

You could only look down at him as he tranced himself, look at him so fondly as he indulges himself, seeing him deeply enjoying of what he does—you let yourself feel all what you've been feeling since the moment he held you. Heat brewing in your belly, melting down into your cunt, slicking through your folds, soaking a little sticky patch in your panties.

It wouldn't be too long for him to feast upon it.

And he knows. Osamu already knew your body was working even before he began, his meal prepared for him. "Fuck, I love you." In a loud groan, he breathes as he pressed his face on your thigh again, firmly rubbing his cheeks there. His hands holding onto the back of your thighs goes up ever slowly to your ass--a deep hitch of breath you inhale. He slides in through your shorts and panties, fingers strongly massaging your ass cheeks, while he keeps making a mess down on you.

"Fuckin' love yer thighs so much," he swore, his voice gone rougher from his never ending groans that he moans. Although that much has been known between you both he never gets used to it, nor do you. Not when he relishes his teeth on your fat with each bite. It's almost no different from a beast breaking its fangs through its prey to feed.

His sheer thirst he strongly satiate has your cunt aching so much, but still, you let him enjoy more a little longer. Keeping in your plea with your breathy sounds of elation. And despite how deep Osamu is in indulging himself, he knows your needs, though that's in the back of his mind for now--eyes dead set on the abundant offering for him. The last feast he'll have for later.

A mistake of thought you had.

For now, he continues to worship your thighs. Thick trails of his saliva from strings to drops dribbling down. No territory left unexplored as he takes the back of your limbs as well. Your hands in his hair keeps on shaking, your lower body twitching, trying not to flinch away from him.

Even then, he only continues to repeat what he's been doing. Nuzzling and rubbing his face all over so harshly, inhaling roughly while he licks his tongue with each move. His groping hands on your ass not stopping as well. He's too much all at once. Standing again, no less.

If not for Osamu's strength, you would have been long lying on the floor. Still, he continues for more, your wordless whines for him to stop unheard, muted by his own hungry sounds.

By now you're a leaking mess, not of just your pussy completely soaked, but your limbs covered with sheet of sweat along with his drool everywhere. Even his face you see and feel that it's wet, of course, he couldn't care less. The flesh of your ass sore, thighs and legs all marked up, muscles already hurting.

In the short time of you and him being together, he was never this....eager, much more eager, that is. And he's only beginning. No mistake this time, you could already tell that when he actually begin you'll lose your damn mind--and you're about to.

As when you managed to pry off his face away from your thighs, your palms on his cheek again, looking at him. His hair so disheveled, pupils blown yet his eyes more droopy than usual, while he breathes so deeply and rough from his mouth, all over his face drips of his drool, his sweat and your own.

"My darling." You utter so breathily, a thumb of yours gently gliding on his chin to his lips, smearing the wetness on him there even more. So much for calming him down. If anything, he's getting worse. He's a babbling mess and when he's like that, there's no fight against it.

"Can I eat ya, angel?" He says as he keeps licking your thumb. The man has you gulping and breathing in the same state of his hunger with your awe to his needs. His want. "Please, sweetheart--need to have yer pussy s'bad. Can I, angel?" His eyes darted from your own to your cunt so close to his face.

Your breath and spit caught in your throat--you nod once. "Yeah, baby?" Your damn poor heart so tired from its jumping because of him.

He's already back at it. Kissing your thighs again before slowly pulling down your shorts--leaving you only in your panties, showing how damp your center is. "Fuck." He breathes in a rough groan as he beholds your mess.

"Only for me--"

"Always." Your voice managed to murmur amidst.

His gaze shooting up to you, as deeply. "I love you." He declared once again before he finally goes to his feast.

Never having yourself prepared for it.

Osamu's face buried up against your cunt, inhaling you so deep from his nose to his mouth, little slicks of your arousal he begins to taste, his soaked mouth wetting you more, eyes rolling back to his head. With your fingers immediately grasping on his hair, tightly pulling on it with a loud gasp flying out of you. Ever sensitive you are, and Osamu already so familiar with your body. Feeling how your clit twitches so slightly like a bunny's tail as his lips confines your cunt, his tongue stroking you so slowly, gathering his spit and your juices—before he gulps it eagerly deep.

"You've no idea how good you are for me." He says once he pulls away from you. He's a fucking dog. Heaving for breaths, it'd be no different if his mouth was foaming.

You have no response from that but could only look at him, already overwhelmed from his little start and yet wanting so much more. It goes by unsaid.

Samu's one hand goes to your panty, grasping around in the center and pulled the cloth up tightly, the line slitting through your folds and shows your hair painted of your wetness there. His teeth finding his lip as he does so, your clit and hole fluttering from the small but impactful tease. "Samu..." You whined, almost.

Not minding it, not caring from how you're gripping his hair, "So fucking pretty." He murmurs as he toys with your damn cunt by pulling on your panty continously. You'd gape at him for how almost ridiculous what he was doing if not of you finding it so good to see, let alone feel.

Your calls of his name just slipping out of his ears, continuing what he does. "Look at you." Barely a whisper from him as he let go of your panty, now laying his thumb on your slit to your clit, rubbing it against the wet fabric. You hissed a breath, bearing his not so tease, knowing how he can be just so entranced with what he does. "Fuck." He curses again while he keeps the pad of his digit rubbing hard on your cunt, before eyeing at the string of your slick from your mound to his thumb as he slowly stops.

Finally, your body eases in his hold, already worn out. "Shit--shit." You whisper to yourself, from your weakened state and knowing what was to come next.

You liked him below you as he praises you, yes, but you couldn't deny that were was so much struggle with his found liking for the specific position; having to bear the tiredness off yourself along with so much pleasure to it. Especially by how he was far into it. Your little hole parted open by two of his fingers as his tongue glides in halfway through your walls, while his lips suckles on your folds sloppily. 

Osamu finds himself swimming in the ocean without a care for time, nor of anything, not even of your sounds of ache to come to finally be done, let alone how much you've been trembling in his hold. There's just so much to revel in his love for you through his worship. Such a thing should never be rushed just for the sake of satisfaction. He intends to grasp and freeze this bliss, for you to always have him engraved in the very depths of your being.

With hooded eyes, he looks up at you and sees how much of a mess you are. Still, he only remains the same of his slow but hard pace, only making the knot of your release just boiling as he keeps his tight hold on you, not even letting you move against nor away from him. But, seeing your continously flowing tears and hearing your endless whines, is very much of a reward for him anew. So, "Grind on me."

And that was all that it fucking took for you to finally break. Lost in your tiredness and ache for relief; you do what he said--grind on his damn mouth. Letting yourself use him so desperately, the way he wants you to. Your fingers have never let go of his hair from the start, pulling on it so much repeatedly while you move your hips and have your cunt drag hard on him.

He flows against your rapid waves easily, at last meeting your desperation by his unwavering conviction. No uncharted waters could prevent him from taking up eternity with you.

With enough time, from all he's doing and yours, you finally found yourself dropping to the highest edge of pleasure.

In a sea of one could suffocate—Osamu has never breathed so freely.

No, you could never indeed doubt him.

[sugarikiz]

Moonlight Sunrise; the series!

003. dumb stupid chem failing idiot

synopsis: for some reason, you keep bumping into Niki at school, and it’s getting frustrating. it’s also tutoring session number two today, and well, the hate you have for Niki has not decreased at all. But, when the session ends and he tries to apologise about everything that has happened before, how do you take it: well, and become friends again, not take it into consideration at all, or say you’ll think about it?

pairing: bball player!niki x fem. tutor!reader

chapter warnings: lovesick niki, half failed apology, niki jumpscaring and teasing you

wc: 1.7k

mickie’s p.s. — it’s back again guys! Also, I changed it from college to high school, for my own convenience. It makes it so much easier for me to write.

Heavy drops of water fell from the sky in a frenzy, wetting Niki’s freshly styled hair because he lost his umbrella the week before, making him consider how he should have not spent so long on his hair and focused on Mr. Im’s biology assignment instead.

Meanwhile, you, being smarter, checked the weather forecast for the day and carried an umbrella over your head, protecting your body and back pack with Mr. Im’s assignment from the thundering rain, unlike the forgetful boy.

As you continued your walk, you heard a sudden voice behind you say “morning, y/n”, which lead to you stopping in your spot. You could tell who it was just from his voice.

Nishimura Riki.

“what do you want, Nishimura?” You scoff, voice laced with annoyance. You saw him next to you, but out of your umbrella's cover, uniform getting wet. So, out of kindness, you put it over his head, handing him the umbrella to keep it higher due to him being literally as tall as the Eiffel Tower.

He looks back at you, with a cocky smirk on his face, as if to say ‘I thought you were annoyed at me, huh’, but was only met with a dismissive shake of your head.

He turned back forward, looking down with a small chuckle, and a little smile forming on his face as he continued walking alongside you, shoulders gently brushing against yours as you walked to school.

Later, you had one last class left, and you decided to run back to your locker to get your books and laptop. As you shut your locker, there was a person who was behind the door. You let out a small yelp, thinking it was someone playing a prank on you, and then you saw the smug face of Nishimura Riki, smirk growing on his face.

"What is wrong with you?! Why did you suddenly spawn behind my locker door, huh? What do you want?" you ask, slightly annoyed at him. “Woah, who made you this mad?” He asks innocently, as if he didn’t just scare the life out of your body.

”Nothing, just did it for fun” he chuckled as a smirk made its way onto his face. Wow, did he have some nerve talking to you that way when you literally had control over him staying on the basketball team because of your tutoring.

You shake your head as you roll your eyes. "When are we having our next tutoring session then?" you sigh out, clearly tired with his constant teasing and remarks. "I have practice today after school today till half past three, so maybe around four thirty if that's alright with you?" he replies, clearly getting the hint that you were getting annoyed at him, and stopping himself from giving out a teasing remark.

"Sure, come to the café again. Four thirty, sharp. Now bye, I have to get to Math class now." Alone with you in a cafe again? Sounds like a great deal, one to stare at your pretty face the whole ti-. He's snapped out of his thoughts by you waving your hands in front of his face, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks at how you moved slightly closer to him as you tried to get his attention.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Oh, and I have math too." he says, nonchalant as he tries to maintain a cool demeanour, while his heart raced inside his chest, hammering against his ribcage nonstop. You inwardly groan at the thought of having a class with him now too, but keep it in, not wanting to seem too rude.

You check the time on your watch. Oh shoot, it's one twenty, five minutes after your next class was about to start, and the two of you were late. You broke into a slightly panicked run, Niki following close behind.

You two walk into the class, panting slightly as you opened up the door, only to see that the teacher, Ms. Lee wasn't even there yet. So you ran around for nothing?

"Ugh, whatever." you think to yourself as you go to your usual seat next to Hanni. "Hey Nini! I ran over here only to realise Ms. Kim wasn't even here yet, how silly" You chuckle, settling yourself down and opening your laptop to start working for class.

Time flew by as now, Riki was sprinting walking to the café again for the next session. It was four twenty nine, and he didn’t want to be late again, so as not to make you mad at him once more. He rushed into the café, only to find you… not there? You walked into the cafe a minute later, to find him sitting down at the table you sat at yesterday.

“Well well well, Miss punctual is late today” He gasps dramatically, placing a hand to his chest in fake shock. “Oh shut up” you grumble. “Take out your chemistry test that you got back today, now”

He obliged, not asking a single question as he pulled the test out of his backpack. A pang of embarrassment flooded through him as he looked at the grade on the paper: an ‘F’ written in thick red marker and looked up at you with guilt in his dark eyes.

“What happened?!” You ask in shock as you look at the paper. “I mean, I knew you weren’t the smartest of the lot, but-” You say, looking through the paper that was covered in red all over. “We went through all of this yesterday, and you even said you understood it all. Be honest, were you just lying to finish it off and go home?”

“No, of course not!” He retorts back defensively. If anything, all he wanted to do was to stay for longer yesterday to be with you, and the fact that you were tutoring him just made it extra hard to focus on the schoolwork in front of him that you were trying so hard to explain, and maybe that’s what made him do so bad in the test. But he can’t be telling you that, now can he?

So instead, he decides to go for a safer option. “I was focusing, it’s- it’s just that I have a hard time grasping concepts…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. He should have focused yesterday and that wouldn’t have lead to him getting scolded by you right now, but it’s not his fault that your face is such a distraction!

An hour passed as you explained all of the base topics in the test that he was struggling with, and then you pulled out a practice test for him to work on that covered all of these topics you just taught him. Before he started his practice questions, the two of you made a bet; if he got all of the questions correct, he can get ask any one thing of you.

You don't even know why you agreed, but your competitive insides were burning to win, even if you wanted him to grasp all the topics you spent ages teaching him and it would be a waste of your time if he didn't do well in the practice test.

Niki put his pen down, stretching his long arms after a lot of hard work. "Done" he sighs. You take a look at his practice questions, to see that all of them were correct. You felt slightly proud, to say the least, at seeing that since you just took time and energy explaining the many topics to him and he finally understood it enough to get even basic questions correct.

"Wow, you did them all correct. I guess you won the bet." you sigh in defeat. "I was not expecting that" you add. "I wasn't either" he chuckles. "So, about that bet..." he says, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Will you join me at the park to unwind after all of this hard work?" he asks, slightly nervous about asking you to hang out after so long.

Oh. you were not expecting that. It was odd, especially after so long, but you knew you had to say yes since he won the bet fair and square. "Uh, I..." you hesitate slightly, a million thoughts running around your head as you nod, not able to exactly formulate a sentence in the shock of his sudden request.

Here you are, sat on a swing set at a playground in a park, with someone who you never thought you would do this with ever again. There was a silence; a kind of tension between the two of you, and it was almost malleable. The silence was broken buy Niki's slightly nervous voice. "Can-Can I tell you something?" he tentatively asks you, turning towards you.

"Yeah?" you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. He takes a deep breath, readying himself for what he's about to say. "I'm sorry. About everything that happened last year."

Flashback:

The rain poured heavily as you opened your phone to text Niki if he wanted to chat. You sent a text, waiting for him to reply withing a minute like usual, but he... never did? You waited and waited, thinking that it was just a fluke and he would reply sooner or later, but hours turned into a day as your message was left on read.

The next day at school, he ignored you, and the next week, which turned into a month which lasted years up till now.

Back to now:

Well, that was unexpected; to say the least. You never thought that he would say sorry for how he ghosted you and acted like you were a ghost and didn't exist for two whole years, and it was going to take a lot more than a simple sorry from niki to make you forgive him for this, and you had to make that clear.

"Look; I know you may be sorry and all that, but it's gonna take more than a simple apology to make it up to me, and you should remember that. got it?" He looks at you as you spoke, eyes flashing with a determination to make it right again.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right”

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[mask-of-prime]

VG: Something in the Water - PART 1

One month into Simba’s Reign… In the long-abandoned Lion Guard Lair, Rafiki was refining an old painting of his just before being called over by Simba for a very important ceremony. In the rush to get ready, he had forgotten his Bakora Staff, and therefore without the pigment he needed for the ritual.

The rattling sound of the gourds roused a certain toddler’s attention.

The toddler, along with her brothers, mother, and close pridesisters, had been residing in the space as an exclusive hideout ever since Scar's Reign. It had been and idea of her mother's as a way to feel superior to the lionesses who resided in the main den above.

Vitani squirmed and mewed nonstop in the arms of a younger Zira. Zira, deep in a talk with a fellow close lioness of hers, ignored the infant cub's mews for a good while. Eventually, Zira gave into Vitani's squirms, and let her free. If it meant Vitani would stop disrupting her important conversation...

The toddler waddled over towards the wall. Not knowing her small size, Vitani tried to reach for the pretty gourds with her paw, but missed. Instead, the entire staff slid down the wall.

Suddenly, something on the wall began to glow. Vitani looked to see that the painting on the wall had come to life.

The animation showed four creatures flying away from a roaring creature. The roaring creature seemed to resemble someone she vaguely remembered. A scary lion who was unsettlingly quiet, or frighteningly loud. The lion that Mother said was gone, now.

The toddler watched the pretty moving painting play over and over again in absolute awe, babbling in entertainment.

Vitani’s vocalizations got Zira’s attention. The mother looked up to see her daughter watching Scar lose his Roar, over and over again.

Taking offense to the visual of one of Scar’s humiliating failures that Rafiki dared depict, Zira pulled her cub away. She would not let her children watch these lies. She ripped Vitani away from her focus, grabbing her by the scruff, with just enough room in her mouth to still be able to speak.

"Put me back..." Vitani quietly and feebly protested, a slight speech impediment from few teeth growing in.

"We don't go over there." she deadpans, "We don't look at that monkey's propaganda..." ____

24 lion years later, present day... Zira's words echoed in Vitani's mind was lost in thought, staring into Rafiki's cave paintings. She had looked the frescoes of Scar's loss of the Roar many times before, swearing every time that she had seen them much longer ago, long before volunteering to lead her very own Guard.

She gave this painting in particular another look today due to a dream featuring the image, a dream she'd jolted awake from. Last night, her subconscious had given her more clarity on this mystery: She must've seen it before...

She sighed, still not quite knowing. Hearing Zira's voice for the first time in a year after her passing viscerally stuck with Vitani the past few hours she'd been up. She was awake hours before the rest of the Pride, admittedly rather shaken up from the ordeal.

Thunder roared outside the cave, drawing Vitani's attention away from the wall. She sighed again and promptly made her way out into the pouring rain. ____

Hours later, Tiifu hummed as she made feline stretches, hoping to spot a heavily sleeping Vitani next to her.

No luck. Again...

Tiifu huffed, perplexed. Vitani had been getting up early for weeks, now. Instances of this had been happening since the recent enemy of the Pridelands, Ngurumo, lost his life in a fatal fall. This time Vitani was gone.

Looking all around the Ponya, then the remaining sections of the Lair -- careful not to wake the rest of the Guard -- Tiifu went up Pride Rock and searched the Royal Den, until she spotted Vitani outside on the lintel. She was soaking wet and seemingly in a daze. She also seemed to be talking skyward, as if in full conversation with someone.

"Vitani..." Tiifu called.

The Fiercest heard her, but she took a long time to turn around, struggling to get out of her trance.

"What are you doing...?" the spotted lioness scrunched her face.

"I don't know, really, just... wonder if she's out there..." Vitani trailed off, "Ridiculous, I know. But... I sometimes wonder if she's trying to talk to me..."

"...Who?"

"My mother."

"Oh..." Tiifu looked at her love, "Have you ever done this before? Talking to her? Do you know if she might even be up there?"

Tiifu bit her lip awkwardly, she wasn't trying to say Zira didn't belong in the stars and the clouds, but what she got to know about Vitani's mother, the little time they had coexisting in one place, chances looked pretty slim. She didn't like Zira, from what she saw from her. But she knew Vitani lived with her, and likely knew more about her, being her child.

"Wouldn't hurt to try, I guess..." Vitani stared onward.

"You know, I didn't think you'd be one to really talk to the sky, I never see you do it. Usually a leader can talk to the Lions of the Past if they have the Roar..."

Oh, she had no idea. Vitani thought to herself. She hadn't yet told anyone she did have an advisor in the form of Nuka. She feared revealing sacred knowledge would revoke her privilege to speak to spirits -- let alone one of fire who's in purgatory. But she internally digressed, and suddenly shrugged.

"I don't know," she answered aloud to Tiifu, "It just feels like she's here every time it rains. Like she's fighting for revenge, even in death..."

"Vitani, you lost her in the rain. This time of year, too. Rain is thought to bring back pain from old injuries, y'know... Maybe it's doing that to you, but like, emotional pain."

"It has been a year, hasn't it?"

"Think so. I remember the trees losing their leaves like this, and the air smelling kinda moldy, too."

"But it hasn't rained this much. This is weird." Vitani fretted, "Hasn't stopped since I made that raincloud to put out those fires..."

"I mean, the Pridelands hasn't got a good rain like this for years, not even when Simba was king. What's wrong with quenching the earth a little with your Roar?"

"Well, this might be too much rain. As much as I like the rain, I'm starting to see why Kion never made the clouds do that again out of fear of breaking the Circle of Life. Sinkholes, mudslides, and mosquito overpopulations have been crazier than they need to be."

Tiifu was blown away. In all this time she knew Vitani, she remembered a time when she saw the leader treat non-lion animals as something other than alive, but now she spoke like Kion, with regard over the Circle of Life, something she almost never talked about. Vitani was growing, and Tiifu could see it.

The spotted lioness brushed her cheek on Vitani's shoulder, "All storms eventually have to pass, Vitani. I'm sure it'll stop soon."

She wasn't only referring to the literal weather, but Vitani's mood.

Vitani sighed, "We'll see..."

"...and while the storm is still going, we should head inside. Might catch something out here."

Vitani gave the clouds one last glance as she turned to follow Tiifu.  ____

The pride had spent yet another night cooped up in the den.

Vitani stealthily padded her way through the Lion Guard Lair. Sporting a subtly energetic demeanor. She entered the Ponya and happened upon a curled up Tiifu. She lightly tapped her arm and head.

"Tiifu."

Stirring, the straw-colored lioness groggily awakened, only to have a boost of energy shoot right through her as she was jumpscared by Vitani staring directly at her, their faces close together.

"The rain stopped."

...

Tiifu followed Vitani's lead out the den, the latter seemed unable to contain an eager smile. Tiifu gasped at what she saw.

"A rainbow! Oh, how pretty!"

Vitani smiled all the way, happy to please Tiifu with the things she loved. She knew Tiifu was all about beautiful mornings, vivid cloud colors, things like that.

The two found a ledge on the side of Pride Rock to sit and gaze at the rainbow on the other side of the sunrise.

"Didn't know these happened after rain. I've heard about them, but I've never actually seen them."

"Really?" Tiifu looked up at her.

"Didn't rain much in the Outlands. There's like, always an awful drought there."

Tiifu nodded. Vitani never saw much hope in dark times, if she's never seen a rainbow...

She then pressed her head against Vitani's neck, "There's a rainbow at the end of every storm, Vitani..."

Tiifu, again, meant more than what literally happened before them. Vitani admittedly took a bit, but it eventually dawned on her.

Out of nowhere, feeling a sudden urge to express affection, Tiifu began to groom Vitani’s jaw. Vitani still hadn’t gotten used to the sensation of grooming, at least, nothing as gentle and organized like Tiifu’s. Tiifu did not form a wall around Vitani, nor press down on her. There was pressure in her licks, but in a massaging manner, and she seemed to be careful not to let her comb-like hairs in deep enough to scratch Vitani's skin. Vitani never truly groomed for years since no one had ever reminded her to do so, growing up in a conquest-oriented pride, and the only kind she ever knew was a tedious burden to endure. Her fur only started looking cleaner and feeling less dry and itchy once the Pridelander lionesses were all over her. It's like they had some sort of radar when someone had the slightest case of bedhead. But, anywho, it was time to tilt her head a little. Tiifu needed to reach the other side of her neck.

They continued to gaze at the rainbow until it faded along with the moisture in the air. Vitani squeezed her eyes shut, feeling total security with Tiifu.

...

Throughout the remainder of the day, excited buzzing made its way throughout Pride Rock. Talks of Kiara and Kovu's coronation made a return, now that things seemed to be drying up for good. The imminent arrival of some valued guests could not be more perfectly-timed...

Vitani slept better that night. ____

Meanwhile, at Msingi Falls... A ghastly glow illuminated the steadily-flowing river. The flow was suddenly disrupted, spinning into a small whirlpool. The riverwater seemed to defy physics as drops at the epicenter of the whirlpool began to rise. Humming filled the air, turning into a cadence sung in a siren-like matter.

A nearby animal -- a lone buffalo -- had picked up on the enticing noise, breaking its grazing. He found himself staring off absentmindedly as he felt himself being pulled to the source of the singing.

A drink sounded nice. Yes, in this beautiful pool of water... 

Before the poor bovine knew it, a strong wave forcefully pulled him in. He could've sworn it looked like a large paw of a lion.

The last sounds he made were prolonged, suffering moos as he tried to pull away. The water soon stopped bubbling. ____

((Author's Note: Celebrating Wet Beast Wednesday with some Wet Beasts in the form of a sulking Vitani and Tiifu lol. Also age reveal for Vitani 👏. I headcanon her to be the equivalent of a 24-year-old in the post-TLK 2 timeline. As for other characters, like Tiifu, Zuri, and Kiara, they're, like, 21 or so.

Fun Facts:

Many poses and compositions were considered for the first and second thumbnails, I'll post the unfinished sketches/unused assets at another time.

I would like to make future art/name reveals of Zira's closest followers. Another thing I'll post some other time.

I learned about the word "lintel" in my Ancient-to-Medieval art history class. A stonehenge, for example, is comprised of a arch system of posts and lintels, the posts being the vertical reinforcement while the lintel is the horizontal stone topping the structure. Come to think of it, Pride Rock is reminiscent of a megalithic structure since it seems to posses posts and lintels.

I headcanon Tiifu to be a master of metaphors, you're gonna see this a lot this season.

Vitani staring right into Tiifu's face after waking her up is very much based on a cat owner experience lol

IMPORTANT: If you see a change in the storytelling style, like full, proper fanfics or simple, short descriptions contextualizing the art between uploads, it's because I've thought long and hard about how I want to present VG. After an epiphany, I've come to terms that I'm not some corporate animation studio who pushes out full episodes of a show I desperately want to see exist, I originally made VG to jot down concepts of what I wanted to see, and I realize now that I work better when I draw concepts sporadically rather than gradually, slowly telling a suspenseful story in order. I realized this when I've been looking back and realizing how much I wanted to add to the story after releasing art. If you see me going out-of-order with my art at any point, it's because I'm adding bonus content. Yes there will still be a continuous main story and there's a subfolder for that, but there'll be extra sketches made randomly, which has its own subfolder. Lastly, I'm actually fiddling with the idea of maybe releasing art and concepts, and then releasing full fanfics on Ao3 or FF.net or something. But... I'm not a big writer so again, just fiddling with that idea for now 😅

EDIT: Extended the literature for the first and third illustrations/scenes))

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M6 and MC during a storm or other bad weather event? Can be as fluffy or as angsty as you please.

(Bonus: What kind of umbrella would each LI have, if any?)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during thunderstorms

~ the way my mind gets flooded with serotonin just thinking about thunderstorms XD I've added some pics of the kinds of umbrellas I think they'd use too ^.^ thanks for the prompt anon! - brainrot ~

TW for mentions of panic attacks in Julian's and Portia's sections and tooth rotting fluff in general

Julian

HATES thunderstorms

They take him right back to the night he lost his family, until he's a scared little boy holding his baby sister and waiting for his parents to come save them all over again

Just the sound of rain alone used to send him into panic attacks as a kid and young teen, but he's been an adult on his own for a long time at this point and it's rare for him to have that reaction now

That doesn't stop him from getting anxious though

He'll alternate between uncharacteristic silence and feverish chattering, making overly casual comments on the weather

He will also be laser focused on you. He knows it's irrational, but he's got a deap-seated fear that the storm will take you from him too and he will follow you like a shadow

He doesn't want to become a nuisance though, so he'll be fussing over you nonstop - layering you with blankets, insisting you eat or drink every thirty minutes, dosing you with vitamins, etc

Of course, you love him, so you find a way to make things bearable

The sound of thunder and sensation of cold rain bother him the most, so cuddling in bed where it's warm and dry and the blankets can muffle the sounds is ideal

The best is when you ask him to read out loud to you. He gets to be close to you, make himself useful, and stay distracted all at once. Just don't let him have coffee, the jitters will send his anxiety through the roof

(He rarely uses his umbrella, but it's as gothic as he is and has a raven head carved in the handle)

Asra

LOVES the rain

Their magic is water-affiliated as it is, and you're telling them that everything's being splashed with it? Well what are you waiting for, MC, it's clearly time to go outside!

Constant smiling and giggling

The streets are almost completely empty because everyone sane is staying inside, and he takes full advantage of that. It's the most childlike, playful, and hyper you'll ever see him

Tag, you're it!

They'll run and give chase for as long as you can manage it, and as soon as one of you slows down they're pulling you into their arms to dance. Don't worry about the music, they'll make it happen somehow

Kisses in the rain with his hair plastered to his face will never not be delightful. He won't hold still for very long though, if you hold him too close he'll take it as his invitation to tickle you and run

Puddle-jumping competitions for the biggest splash

If you're not in the city, oh boy, they're hunting for the biggest mud pit they can find and pulling you into a match

Does not have the healthy fear of lightning that he should. Will stand in the middle of a field or try to climb a tree for a better view, and you have heard him at his loudest when he shouts back at it

The foamiest hot bath when you get home, they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up with you in front of the fire with hot chocolate

(They don't like using their umbrella anyways, so it turned into a magical art project)

Nadia

Rain holds unusually fond family memories for her

For starters, it usually signaled a drop in temperature, which was a welcome break in the tropical Prakran climate

But back home in Prakra with six busy older siblings and royalty for parents, thunderstorms were when everybody took a break and spent the day together in the palace with games and tea

She doesn't have to think twice about continuing that tradition with you

She'll usually give everyone the afternoon off once basic Palace upkeep tasks are finished and spend it with you

She loves sitting on the veranda with you in the afternoon, commenting on the lightning and listening to the thunder and rain, drinking tea with you and telling you stories of her childhood

As soon as it starts to get dark she's taking you inside and putting together a dinner in the kitchens. You and the palace chefs know she doesn't really cook, so they'll leave some "ingredients" to find

"Ingredients" often being a cold roast bird of some kind, a freshly baked loaf of bread "hidden" in the cupboard, a bowl of greens with the dressing on a different table, and two "forgotten" plates of dessert

You don't know if she knows that kitchens aren't usually like that, and you have no intention of telling her otherwise

She'll retire with you to her chambers early, so she can lie in bed with the windows open and listen to your voice and the rain

(She has a collection of umbrellas for different outfits, mostly used for garden events)

Muriel

You didn't expect it, but Muriel feels supremely at peace when it rains

As a kid, it was one of the only times when the city would get quiet. He could go out in the rain, and just for once, walk as far as he wanted to without bumping into anyone or being looked at

He could stand in the middle of the widest street and hold as still and breathe as deeply as he wanted to without a single person yelling at him to move

And nobody wanted to attend the roofless Coliseum when it was raining

Out in the woods? It's even better

He takes a quiet pride in knowing that for once the forest is louder than the people are

And the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest

There's a part of the hut roof that juts out by several feet and he keeps a stool there. He'll lean back into the tree roots and stone wall, watching the curtain of rain an arm's length away with a contented smile

To him, rain sounds and smells like freedom and new beginnings

He'll never pressure you to join him, but he'll be so happy if you do

It's an atmosphere where he's the most at home in his own body, so you can expect him to initiate a lot more physical touch

He'll be comfortable enough to pull you into his lap and wrap a cloak around the two of you to keep you warm and dry

Gentle kisses against the cold stone, wrapped up in his warmth and a thick blanket while the earth smells fresh and the rain tap dances on the leaves all around you

(Asra got it for him as a gag gift and he unironically adores it and uses it all the time)

Portia

She gets super irritable when it rains

Do you know? What hair like hers likes to do? When it gets this humid? Do you know? How much time it takes? To clean up the bucketloads of mud? That Pepi tracks all over the floor?

Yeah, she didn't think so

She doesn't talk about it (and frankly, she's not the introspective type, so she might not even be aware of it) but the trauma of that shipwreck stays with her even if she can't remember it completely

So no, she doesn't get flashbacks or nightmares, but as soon as it starts thundering she's plagued with a sense of unease and danger that she just can't shake

She also associates it with watching her teenaged older brother panic and meltdown, which isn't the most positive memory

And of course, it doesn't help that rainy days mean keeping a very active person cooped up inside with nothing to do but keep house

She'll spend the first few hours obsessively getting her space in order - meal prepping, cleaning, organizing, list-writing

It's better not to get involved until there's nothing left for her to do

That's your cue to help her tie back her hair, brew some soothing tea (or something stronger, if she's really fidgety) and sit with her on the couch while she talks a mile a minute all about her week

It will take a few years, but eventually she'll come to associate rain with you so strongly that she might even come to love it

(She likes having the brightest, most distracting umbrella possible for such miserable weather)

Lucio

He doesn't like thunderstorms. At all

He's generally tougher than he acts - he grew up with Morga as a parent, after all - but his brand of bad weather as a kid was snowstorms and blizzards and fierce winds

Not all this business with metal-attracted bolts of sky electricity and sudden, loud noises and water that makes everything muddy and gets everywhere (especially on the dogs!)

Unless it's impossible, he's spending thunderstorms inside, no matter how tight your budget is

As soon as it becomes anything more than a light drizzle, he's cancelling all of today's plans and going off in search of affordable, effective shelter

If he had it his way, he'd do his best to sleep through the whole weather event hunkered down beneath a pile of quilts and blankets

The problem is with Mercedes and Melchior. They love the rain

There's mud! There's exciting new smells! Let them out, let them out to play!

And Lucio, of course, will let them out like the doting dog dad he is, and then they'll come back inside with their white fur drenched and matted with mud and shake it all over everything

The only thing all three of them agree on is that lightning and thunder = bad

The dogs of course have sensitive ears, and no matter how many times he hears it, it always makes Lucio jump (too unexpected)

Your cuddles will be desperately sought after and much appreciated

(The first umbrella is the one Lucio wanted to buy. The second is what he got, because it needs to fit in his traveling pack)

[spaceless-vacuum]

Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda (linked universe)

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Platonic!Linked universe x Magic Triforce!Reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 5177

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ This is for a request. You used your piece of the triforce to teleport yourself to safety and landed right by the boys. They took you in and have you travelling with them.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ mild yandere behavior, Written from the boys perspective, reader doesn't want to go home, mild drowning mention, mild mentions of reader not liking their home life before, the boy's see another triforce user and immediately decide they'll die for you.

The triforce of power, courage, wisdom, and Magic. The fourth and often overlooked one. Hidden in the space in the middle of the triforce. The part that never truly shines. The times in history when the piece is active are hardly written in historical texts. Few have been known to wield it. Less than that understand what it does. The powers it gives are unknown and it works as if by magic itself.

Many have theorised that empty space in between all three represent the empty chaos that was made by the three. Others say that it represents the will of where all three parts of the triforce meet. Others argue it's the parts the three did not claim. The only thing we do know is what we don't know. It is recorded that the users have magical abilities that don't fall into any of the other categories.

Few have claimed it and even less have seen it in action.

. . .

"How much longer is left on this boat?" Sky asked. He hung his head over the railing and stared down at the water. His stomach had been doing flips nonstop since the trip started. All he could do was bite down and wait. Time put a hand on his shoulder to calm the man. He had been hanging by the railing all day and several of the others had placed bets on whether he was going to barf or not.

"It can't be much longer now. Just hold steady." Sky looked behind him. Past Time to see Warrior and Four staring. They were talking to each other. He didn't know what they were saying but it was probably about him. Giving him a hard time over his sea sickness no doubt. No one had any sympathy for the resident flyer. He wished they'd give him a break. Soaring a sea of clouds and a literal sea were so different.

"If it's much further can’t we just-" Sky was cut off. A sound came from the air. A loud shot rang out. Somewhere between a loud boom and the crack of a whip. Wind immediately hit the deck and called for everyone to do the same. It sounded like cannon fire and the pirates' instincts took over.

The rest of the group got ready and looked around. It was only Time, Sky, Wind, Four, and Warrior on the deck. They all waited and listened. There was no source for the noise. It sounded like it came from the sky itself. There were few clouds around and nothing could be seen in the great blue above. Not even a bird was flying overhead.

A minute passed and everyone started to calm down. There was nothing to be found. No explanation for what just happened. With this group nothing could be called random but nothing had changed. No monsters swarmed the deck and the nerves slowly faded. It was quiet again. Sky looked to Time who gave him a look that said he had no clue.

Another mysterious sound hit right as Time turned around. An ominous wailing sound came from the sky. This time it was closer. Both parties turned to look. Nothing happened for a spare second, until a petal. Delicate and blue appeared from thin air and fell. Slowly wafting down into the ocean. 

Sky watched it fade into the blue below. It was clear this strange petal was because of the sound that came before. First the thunder crack, then the wailing, and now this. Time joined him by the railing and Sky leaned over. Standing on the wood to raise him so he could get a better look.

"Don't fall in." Time said. He put a hand on Sky’s back to support him just in case he tipped over. 

"I'm not going to-" Sky was cut off again as someone fell into the water before him. It all happened too fast. A blur of blue and a string of music before the person fell into the waves below. He tried to reach out a hand to grab them and catch them but he failed to.

Time Threw himself against the railing. He would have thrown himself over the edge if it weren't for his armour. He was still wearing plate mail. He couldn't go into the water. If he did he would be dragged down by the weight of it all. Instead he turned around and called out something incoherent. Warrior and Four were already rushing forward.

“Wind stop the boat!” Warrior bellowed as he threw off his extra garments. His scarf, rings, and cloak would only get waterlogged and drag him under. He threw himself over the railing. Diving into the waves below.  Disappearing along with whoever else was there. Quick to action and to throw himself into the line of fire was he.

Sky just watched, a bit embarrassed he didn't know how to swim as he stood helpless. He looked to Time who was in the same boat. Neither of them could swim, not well for Time’s case. Four looked around frantically. Hoping for some loose rope that he could use to pull them up with. He saw someone fall and knew they would need help. He grabbed some rope off of the deck and passed it to the other two standing there. They each grabbed on and started lowering it into the water.

“I can't stop it but I'll try!” Wind yelled back. He turned the wheel hard and turned left to circle the spot where Warrior jumped in. Twilight Came onto the deck confused and looked around. Wild and Hyrule were below the deck cooking and checking supplies. The trip wasn't supposed to take more than a day unless conditions worsened. It looked like it just got worse.

Warrior surfaced from the waves holding a child in his arms. She looked to only be about ten or twelve years old. She would be ok but they had to get her out now. Who knows how much water got into her lungs while the others just stood there. He looked up at the others who were shouting at him to grab the rope. He took it and tied it around the unconscious kid. 

“Pull her up first!” Warrior called. He could wait until they got her to safety. The salt water burned his throat but he didn't mind. This is what he trained for. 

“No point in arguing.” Time muttered. They could have pulled up both, but he knew it wasn't something Warrior would even consider. They brought the girl up and untied her. As soon as that was done they threw the rope back down. Time laid her down on her back. They would have to get Hyrule to look her over for healing.

Sky got down on one knee and rested her hand against the girl's forehead. It didn't do anything. There was nothing he could do. He wasn't close to knowing how to help with these types of wounds. He felt useless. He saw that fall first. Was arguably the closest. It was right in front of him. Sky wanted to catch you but it all happened so fast and he didn't know what to do. You just fell and all he could do was watch.

Just like what happened with Zelda when the tornado pulled her down to the surface.

“She’ll be ok.” Sky spoke quietly under his breath. It was mostly for himself but the other two could hear. The kid seemed to be breathing a bit slow. She looked to be sleeping but when she fell she surly inhaled some water. Sky felt useless again as he realised he never learned what to do in a situation like this. He couldn't swim or help around the boat. Well, there was something he could do. Carrying her like a princess he picked her up in both arms.

“Go take her to Hyrule.” Four watched Sky walk by Twilight and down into the lower levels. Sky didn't say anything in response. Never acknowledged the other two still working to pull Warrior up. Twilight followed Sky back down and Wind was still at the wheel. Sky didn't have to say anything, he was helping the kid, but watching him carry her off struck a chord. A mystery was a foot and they all were thinking the same thing. How to get to the bottom of it.

The wind picked up in a sudden blast. Its roaring thunder shook the mast and brought them to the end of their turn. Now they were in roughly the same spot when they started. Wind had used his windwaker to correct his sudden turn. He looked to the others who were too far away to what hoping they'd say something. It was ridiculous to stay quiet while the captain was so obviously trying to figure out what was the hot topic. He called down to the group below. Warrior and Time looked over while Four followed Sky back down.

“You go below deck and get dry.” Time smiled and smacked Warrior on the back. The captain smiled and nodded. “I’ll go talk to Wind and fill him in on what happened. Send someone back up when we figure out what went wrong.”

“Is she ok?” The captain yelled.

“She will be,” Time said. Already deciding that he would make sure she was ok. There was no other option. “She will be.”

. . .

“Thank you.” The kid placed her bowl down. It was dried lentils with some dried meat served. dry bread. The water they had was clean but The rancher gave you some milk instead. You ate everything down. Even went back for seconds. Wild was happy you liked his cooking and Hyrule was beside himself with your recovery. Wild picked up your plate. Moving to give you another helping. “Oh! I'm not hungry anymore- thank you though.”

He nodded and put the ladle down. Carefully eyeing you to make sure you weren't just turning down the hospitality. Didn't seem the type or get upset over others sharing. He was just happy you enjoyed it. It seemed like you needed it. From what you told the others about your journey before meeting them you were mostly on your own.

You did not travel far. Being alone on the road was tougher than you expected but that was alright. You’re safe now. You had told your story of how you had created that accident that sent you over. It all made sense from what they knew. Legends were unclear as to how the triforce worked. regardless, you were too young to be all by yourself.

“If you want anymore just let one of us know.” Hyrule commented. Kids need their food to grow. Hyrule had done what he could for you. Not much water had made its way to your lungs. You have been lucky. Healing wise there was little to be done besides patch up small cuts and bruises. A mixture of travelling on the road and childish mistakes had landed you with a few injuries. In his expert opinion you would be fine.

The fall from earlier had left you exhausted. It wasn't late enough for anyone else to be sleeping, but it brushed up against you. Taking hold and slowly dragging you under as you stretched and yawned. Twilight moved his cloak over to cover you. The fur was warm. Sky glared at Twilight. He was going to offer you his sailcloth but wasn't quick enough. The rancher didn't even acknowledge the other man. He was too busy keeping a close eye on you.

You laid your head against his shoulder. Settling in for a spell. It was warm here. Twilight ran a hand over your head. This reminded him of the kids in Ordon. The young ones he used to care for and protect. He kept them safe even when the twilight invaders tore through the land. It was good news that you were awake and ok. Warrior did a great job pulling you up, but if only he was there sooner. Maybe he could have helped as well.

There was still a pit in his stomach. The idea of you being put in danger because no one was there to protect you, or even to offer you aid made him rage. No kid should be left alone to fight for themselves. It was fortunate that you fell here. This had to have been an act of fate. A blessing for the group.

Sky was sending daggers Twilights way. Hyrule and Four sat between the two of them. Separating Sky from the sweet soul who had crashed into their group. He was sitting closer but when he got up to go retrieve his sailcloth from his pack hsi spot was stolen. Hyrule could be excused because he was the healer, but the other two had no excuse! Even if the rancher was great with kids.

A twinge of guilt and wounded pride, along with jealousy hit him and he tugged off a piece of bread. Biting into it to eat away his guilt. He had to get up again to go talk to Wind. He was stuck up on the deck steering the ship. It wasn't good to leave him all alone but everyone wanted to stick by the new member.

Warrior and Sky had promised to head back up to relieve him of duty. Wind still had to eat after all. Sky  just had to finish eating. Normally he couldn't stand to be below deck. It was uncomfortable. Caves, caverns, or anyplace that hid him from the sky. It caused some small part of him to get claustrophobic. Plus he needed the fresh air.

In truth, in this moment, he dreaded going back up. He was eating slowly, drawing out the time he had left just so he could keep an eye on you. The others would do a good job watching over you he knew that. It was just so frustrating. Watching you fall when he was right there. Maybe if he was faster, maybe if his body was better at preventing calamity instead of just fighting it he could have made sure you never got hurt.

He ate the rest of his food in silence. The captain was already done eating and was waiting for him to be done. Once finished Sky gestured to him and they both got up to leave. Putting their plates with the rest to be cleaned when the meal was over. They went up to the deck in silence. Everyone was silent the moment you laid your head down. Protecting the peace so you could get your rest.

Even with what you explained about your triforce it was hard to figure out exactly what it did or what its properties were. You didn't look like someone ripped right out a page of legends. You looked like them. Back when they all first stepped out for their adventures. Quiet, innocent, and unaware of all the dangers that came from having the triforce linked to you. It was a long and dangerous road ahead and they only found each other after they had passed through it all. You however, were only beginning. It didn't have to be like that for you.

Everyone here had carried with them the burden of being chosen by the goddesses and the triforce they created. They all knew how heavy the weight was for someone so young. You were a child growing up and now you had a whole new world thrown on top of the one you were still trying to navigate. The weight wouldn’t crush you, it never did, but carrying it never got easier. You just learned to manage it better.

Not to mention that this was without the issue of people trying to take the triforce piece from you. Hunting you down or having others do it for them. Always knowing that without the support of the kingdom it would be all the harder. You didn't have Zelda to help. You were alone. No older than Wind or Hyrule when they started their adventures. You were a child.

Not only did every single one of them there have a duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, they were all in the same spot as you at one point. Sacred, alone, and fighting to keep themselves and others safe. It was true they didn't know what your powers were. That didn't matter. You had passed out from overextending yourself. Teleporting somewhere safe using your powers was impressive. It also would have killed you if they weren't right there.

It wasn't blind luck. You had sensed that it was a safe place and had tried to put yourself onto the deck but it was too difficult. The boat was moving too fast and you couldn't see what was going on. Your powers had pointed you to them. Your life would never be the same. They would keep you with them. Train and guide you and keep you safe from everyone.

The goddesses put you here for a reason. You were their charge now.

They would keep you safe. They would protect you.

Footsteps ran across the deck and into the deck below. Wind came running up and almost crashed into Hyrule as he fell down. He took Sky’s spot as it was closest to their new arrival. He had made a joke earlier, calling you an attempted stowaway which he thought was very funny- but it earned him a scowl from Time. They were so overbearing!

He had to steer the boat the whole time you were down here. He would have abandoned his post just to come say hi. It was good he didn't. Those two tok their sweet time but now that he was here he could hardly complain. It was going to be so much fun having another kid around. He was getting tired, always being treated like a baby sucked.

Wind stared at you. His footsteps echoed in the wooden hull. They were made all the louder by the absolute silence that had fallen on the group once you closed your eyes. Their unanimous decision to stay silent went out the port hole the moment you opened your eyes back up. That silent vow was broken the moment you woke up.

“You're awake!” Wind was loud. Like all kids who were really excited were. It couldn't be helped; he had a lot more energy than the others. Time went to shoosh Wind but stopped the moment he saw you open your eyes. You were wide eyed before smiling. You rubbed some sleep out of your eyes.

“I wasn't going to fall asleep.” You grabbed Twilight's cloak. Pulling it tighter around you. It was warmer than the air outside was.

“Good! I have a lot I want to talk about.” Wind began.

“Should we wait on questions until she’s feeling better?” Hyrule asked. 

“I'm not going to question her! I just want to ask a few things!”

“That's the same thing Wind” Legend pointed out. He was about ready for a nap himself. He thought about pulling you over to the sleeping area so you could fall asleep in a proper bed, or at least what came close to it here, but wanted to wait until the group dispersed again. No point in trying to wrestle you away. Everyone was so overprotective.

“No it’s not!” Wind looked over to his new friend. “Where are you from?”

“I’m not from this Hyrule but my home isn't far.” You have already answered this question. It was one of the first things you were asked when you woke up. Truth be told you didn't want to go home. It was dangerous. And too far away to even think about.

“How far away?” Wind asked again. Still bright eyed and super excited. The quiet and almost sombre mood was lost to him. Not that he didn't care, he just couldn't sense it. He was too happy to have another kid here. Hopefully with another one in the group Time would lessen up and stop being so grumpy all the time.

“Wind! She's trying to sleep.” Legend didn't want anyone to play twenty questions when you were so tired.

“We can take you home if you want.” Four said. Already hating himself for suggesting it. What if you said yes? It was a reaction to suggest it. 

“I've already asked them this.” Twilight said. He brushed some of the hair out of your face. You looked up at him and then to the group. They all smiled warmly. You were part of their group now. Naturally wherever you went they would follow. The soft fur around your shoulders was a comfort. You didn't respond.

“I don't think they want to go home.” Twilight pulled you close in a one armed hug. He didn't need to know any more than that. None of them did.

“You can stay here as long as you’d like.” Time said. He was ecstatic at the news and tried not to show it. He didn't want to leave you on your own or with people he didn't know. It would break his heart to have to leave you with people who weren't capable of giving you a guiding hand. 

“I didn't mean to imply anything. I don't want you to think that I, or anyone, would want you gone.” Four nodded and quickly amended his statement. He didn't want you to think any of them were trying to kick you out already.

“Stay here with us for as long as you’d like!” Wind said, almost yelling again.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say we're glad to have you with us.” Everyone nodded in support of Wild’s statement. The cook had been quiet up to now. He was worried sick when you were first brought down. He hadn't left your side at all since you showed up. Quietly watching to make sure you were ok. 

“You're in our care now.” Hyrule said. You muttered a small bit of thanks before closing your eyes again. Wind moved over to your free side and rested his head against yours. Twilight moved his arm to wrap around the two of you and smiled. It felt like home.

. . .

“Checkmate!”

“This is checkers.” Four looked over to Wind. The sailor was obviously joking. He had managed to take one of your pieces and was celebrating the victory. Holding his hand in the air he held up your piece as high as he could. You made your move. Taking one of his pieces in turn.

“This isn't chess so we dont crown them do we?” you asked.

“I think you do…” Four said.

“Only if they make it all the way across enemy lines.” Legend chimed in.

“Then that means-” Wind flipped his piece over to reveal the side of his piece that had a sigil of a crown carved into it. “-I have stolen the power.”

“You stole it? From where!” You said. Looking over. You were in the lead and winning, even if it was because he was going easy on you.

“Doesn't matter from where because I'm a pirate. I leave my mark wherever I go.” You laughed. Wind was happy to have someone to mess around with. He didn't realise how much he missed being a bigger brother until you came around. He was so used to being the youngest member that having you around freed him of that. It didn't free him from dish duty.

Everyone felt the cheer you brought along with them. Warrior, Sky, and Time were the ones who dotted on you the most. Sky was always slipping you treats he picked up from town and carving you out toys. Like this board game he made. It was a miniature checkers board that he made by hand for you to play with. It wasn't the only item he made but it was your favourite by far.

Warrior had been the one to save you, a fact he wasn't afraid to use in arguments when it came down to it. No fight had broken out in a few weeks but it didn't stop him from always treating you like a kid who would trip and break all of their bones. He knew he was too worried about you but he couldn't help it. He knew how hard it could be to grow up on your own.

He had promised himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you ever again. He was always by your side and when he wasn't watching over you Time was giving him a glare from across the camp. Time was a lot like Warrior but more calm. He was a kid once too. He grew up around other children and knew how important climbing up a tree and scraping your knees were for a child's growth.

While Sky doted on you, Warrior was always three steps behind, and Time kept a careful watch while giving you the space needed to move at your own pace. 

“Did you steal something from the last town we were in?” You asked. It was a genuine question. Poking to see if he had taken something without sharing.

“No! I don't take from just anyone. Those townsfolk did nothing to us so we let them pass.” Wind gestured for you to take your turn so he could make his next move. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move his new piece or to crown another. He kept forgetting he had to go easy. He didn't want to lose or give up the fight too easily but he didnt want you to grow frustrated and quit.

“Really? Because I swear I saw you swipe something from the guard tower.” Wild said. Pointing at his pack where he had placed the item. Wind paused. He had forgotten about that. You looked up at him and silently moved a piece across a space. Staring at him with a look that said ‘I told you so’. Before looking over to Wild who was watching the match while fixing his armour.

Wild had taken up the role of an older sibling. Much like Wind and Twilight. Difference was, was that he didn't grow up around other kids. He didn't remember the time he grew up. He knew he was different from the others, more rambunctious and wild, but even Time didn't mind his antics. Wind had his sister and Twilight had Ordon. They both were used to kids younger than them and knew how to help.

Even with his disadvantage you always smiled at him. You enjoyed seeing what he was up to and it made him happy. He felt like he had a home again. He even got to drag you along into his safer antics. The old man kept watch while he let you ride with him on the master cycle zero. It was faster than the horse's rancher had shown you and more fun in his opinion.

“What was it?” You leaned conspiratorially to Wind. As if sharing a conversation only the two of you could hear. Even though most of the group was listening in at this point.

“I'm not telling you that!”

“What was it?” You asked again, this time more quiet. Wind caved and leaned in as well. Talking in a quiet voice he said something inaudible. He put a finger to his lips and made a quiet ‘shush’ sound. Acting like he just revealed the grand secret he went back to the game. 

“What did he take?” Twilight leaned over to Wild. Wild shrugged in response. He didn't see what it was. Probably an apple or something. They were in the storage room snooping around.

“It was probably nothing important. Please don't take things like Wind does.” Hyrule said. He was hoping that you wouldn't take anything like the others tended to and was sure you would be fine.

Legend looked over to Wind and mouthed ‘what was it’ only to be met with a shrug. The group went silent and the game went on. Wind taking something wasn't a big deal but making sure you were raised under good influences was. Not that any of them thought the others were a threat, rather it was a precaution. If you got in trouble they would have to tear the city apart looking for you. Hyrule watched the game continue with vested interest. He wanted to challenge you after Wind was done but it looked like the group would go back to walking after this match.

Legend, Hyrule, and Four had taken up the roles of both parents who were going to dote on you and siblings who had your back in trouble. Four loved to get into trouble with you and Wind. It was surprising that Legend and Hyrule wound up in this spot as well. Hyrule knew that the group must be so suffocating for a young kid and often took you out on walks and helped give you alone time.

As alone you could be. One of the boys had to be by your side at all times. To make sure you were safe. Hyrule made sure you had your time to relax and wander without going too far. He loved to teach you about the flowers in each region and what they could be used for. You took to nature like a fish to water. Always asking questions and helping him pick suitable flowers.

Legend was trying his best to be the cool uncle. Someone you could look up to without coming off as someone who would shut the fun down. The three dads of the group harked on you so much it was a wonder how you ever got out of their sight. When you did he was more than happy to let you wander as long as you brought someone else with you. Kids were independent. He knew what that was like.

The game ended as soon as you took Wind’s last piece. Cleaning up the pieces you put them all away in your pouch before Sky picked you up. Putting you on his shoulders as he and the rest of the group went back to the road. No matter how far or long you walked you never complained. You hardly ever had to walk as it was. Someone was always carrying you or willing to pick you up.

It was strangely peaceful here. Even though the group was hunting down monsters and constantly getting into fights they somehow always managed to have you avoid it. Either by taking you away to a remote and more safe area or by dispatching the monsters before you got a good look at them. They carved out a peaceful life on the road for you to enjoy. It was the least they could do to the member who brought so much life to their party.

Taglist: @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate

[inneedofsupervision]

I didn't ask, did I? (Chapter 9)

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath. Happy makes a choking sound behind him. ___________________ Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10

Chapter Summary: Clint gets sent to the animal shelter to see if he can gather some information for Tony.

(Read on Ao3)

A ringing accompanies Clint as he enters the Forest Hills Adoption Center. 

“I'm here, Tony. How's the sound?”

“Flawless. As you'd expect from my technology. Before you ask, the camera is also working as it should be. The finest image you can get.”

Clint fingers his hearing aid, tempted to turn the man off. Before he gets to it, a brunette woman rises from behind the reception desk.

“You must be Mr. Smith," she welcomes him with a smile.

“That's me,” Clint replies with a smile that mirrors the woman's. He holds out his hand to her. “Pleased to meet you, Miss?”

“Oh, you can call me Diana. Mr. Smith, we appreciate your interest in adopting one of our dogs. During our phone call, you didn't give much information about what you were looking for. If you'll join me in the office, we can discuss your ideas and see which dog will be the best fit for your home."

Clint follows the woman who had introduced herself as Diana. The latter holds the door to the hallway open for him, and he smoothly slips past her. As the door opens, there is a chorus of yapping and whining that the archer would have heard loud and clear even without his hearing aid.

As if anticipated, Diana turns toward him with a gentle smile. “Please, don't be put off, by the noise and the energy. These dogs have all been waiting a long time for a new home. Every new visit causes their excitement to grow, but this does not mean they will be like this when you take them home."

“I understand. These are special circumstances.”

Diana laughs but lacks mirth.

“Special circumstances, I guess you could say that.”

Clint flinches slightly as the clatter of a coffee mug thunders in his right ear. “Good God, what a volume. Now I know why Pepper doesn't want dogs.”

“Tony. Shut up.”

Clint has turned away from Diana and is about to cut the connection or put the man on silent.

“Mr. Smith, are you all right?”

Clint looks over his shoulder. Diana is standing in the hallway with her clipboard in her hand.

“Yes, excuse me. I need to blow my nose.”

To make his excuse believable, Clint pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and turns away from the woman.

“I cannot concentrate with the nonstop commentary in the back, Tony. You want something from me, then let me do my job in peace,” the blond man hisses into his tissue.

“All right. No need to get mad.”

“Last warning or I'll mute you.”

“Aye aye, Katniss. I'll keep quiet.”

Satisfied with the answer, Clint turns back to Diana. 

“Thanks for waiting.”

“No problem. You don't happen to have an animal hair allergy, do you?”

“No, it's just the last bit of a stubborn cold my kids brought home from school.”

Diana's face lights up, and Clint knows he has said the right thing.

“Oh, you have children?”

“Yes, three of them.”

Clint keeps up the small talk on the way to the office. His hands were buried in his pockets, and his eyes roamed over the kennels and the dogs inside. 

Tony's plan was vague. 

The question is whether you could even call it a plan. 

“Tell me, do you have volunteers working here?”

Diana stops, and Clint catches up. 

“Yes, we have a few, and we are more than grateful for them. Our volunteers help us walk the dogs, or they take them out to play.”

“Can everyone do that?”

“We need all the help we can get, but we thoroughly check everyone who wants to work here. Some dogs have had a difficult life and need special attention and someone to care for them who has a good understanding of dogs.”

Once in the office, Diana offers Clint a coffee. Half an hour later, the shelter director holds the door open for Clint again.

“Come on, I'll show you all our dogs, and then, we'll see if we have one that suits your family.”

After just a few minutes of looking around the facility, Clint realizes the shelter is full. When he shares this thought with Diana, she nods.

“That's true. We mainly keep our heads above water with donations, so there's not much money left for advertising. At the moment, the trend towards pedigree dogs is on the rise again. Many people are getting dogs from breeders, meaning that the dogs in the shelters are considered a second choice or not even considered at all.”

While Diana is still speaking, the spy notices a movement. Two kennels away, something red moves behind the fence. Diana continues to talk as she walks ahead, but Clint's attention is drawn towards the kennel they are approaching. 

Clint glances inconspicuously into the kennel. 

Tony was right.

There he is.

Peter Parker.

Clint frowns. From everything he had heard from Tony and Rhode's stories, what he saw sitting in the kennel was not what he expected from the infamous pain-in-the-ass teen. 

The boy looks miserable.

Peter Parker is sitting on a thin blanket, which couldn't offer much protection from the cold or the hardness of the concrete floor beneath him. He has pulled the hood of his sweater over his head, but it's not enough to hide a pale face with a few impressive dark circles under his eyes. The boy's gaze is fixed on his lap, or rather on the head that is resting there.

Clint's eyebrows move upwards. The dog the boy is in the kennel with is of a stately size. The brown head with the black ears and black muzzle almost takes up the boy's entire lap, but Peter doesn't seem intimidated by the dog. 

With almost mechanical movements, Peter strokes the animal's head down to its neck and over its back. The dog has its eyes closed and is lying beside the teenager, deeply relaxed, its enormous chest sinking in deep rhythmic movements. 

It would have been too endearing a sight if two things had not ruined the wholesome picture. Firstly, there were Peter's eyes. At first glance, the blank stare might suggest, that the kid was lost in his thoughts, but Clint knew that wasn't the case. Peter's eyes hadn't drifted off, and his thoughts weren't traveling either. 

Clint knew that look all too well. 

He'd seen it countless times before.

Peter Parker is grieving.

The man watches as Peter's hand never stops stroking the dog. The teen runs his fingers gently over the caramel-colored fur until stopping before touching the white bandage wrapped around the dog. 

A hand on his arm draws Clint's attention back to Diana. The older lady glances at the teenager before looking Clint in the eye and signaling to follow her. 

They turn a corner and enter another corridor. 

“That was Peter, one of our volunteers. He walks some of our dogs.”

Clint nods before turning to Diana. 

“The dog in the kennel didn't look like he could walk.”

The dog's hind legs had been bandaged up to the hip, and from what Clint had observed, Peter avoided touching them as if he feared his fingers would burst into flames on contact.

When Diana's face contorted into a painful expression, Clint knew he had hit a sore spot.

“That is Lucy, one of our newcomers. A lovely dog. She loves people and would spend the whole day cuddling if she could.”

“But,” Clint interjects. 

The woman puts on a pained smile.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Pretty much,” Clint says with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. 

The principal looks down at her clipboard. “You're right. Lucy cannot walk. She was involved in an accident, which is one of the reasons she ended up with us."

“Her owner can no longer look after her?” 

“He died in the accident. Lucy broke both her hip bones. She survived the worst of it, but she needs new hip joints to be able to walk correctly. She is being treated, but, at the moment, she can only stand or sit for a short time."

Diana wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Sorry, I'm being unprofessional. It's just that she's a wonderful dog, Mr. Smith. We're not a big shelter, and new hip joints and the follow-up treatment costs more than we can afford.”

“And what if she gets adopted?”

After regaining her composure, Diana put on her glasses, and her slightly reddened eyes met Clint's. 

“Not many people take in sick or injured animals, Mr. Smith.  Not to mention the cost of surgery, Lucy is already eight. She is a  mongrel. There is no clear breed identification. She's over 27,5 inches tall and weighs around 110 pounds. Furthermore, she previously belonged to a homeless person. No matter how lovely this dog may be, all these criteria make it more than difficult to place her. If we don't find someone to take Lucy in soon, we will be forced to put her to sleep.”

“That's why the teen we saw is so depressed, isn't he? He knows Lucy doesn't have much time left.”

Without saying a word, Diana beckons Clint to follow her. She takes the man outside and sits down on a bench. Clint sits down next to her and looks at her expectantly. Even without hearing Tony, he knew that the man's interest must have been piqued by now at the latest.

Diana plays with the pen attached to the board before looking up. 

“You're here to adopt a dog. I'm stealing your time.”

“No, not at all. I'd like to know more about Lucy,” the archer asserts. 

The directors give him a skeptical look, but Clint nods with the most sincere expression he can muster. 

“I must confess,” the woman begins slowly, ”I suspect that Peter knew Lucy before she came to us.”

Clint furrows his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that. His face must have spoken for itself because Diana giggles as she looks at him before becoming serious again.

“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to know, I've been working with animals since I was twenty, and I know what a dog looks like when it meets someone again. They remember you. They don't simply forget people. Every time, I ask Peter about it, he almost vehemently denies it, but Lucy knows him. Besides, his behavior is conspicuous.”

“Conspicuous?” asks Clint, noticing Diana's smirk as she talks about the boy.

“Yes, conspicuous," Diana repeats. 

"Peter claims to have had nothing to do with Lucy, but he makes time for her every time he visits. He's here to walk the dogs and thus has nothing to do with Lucy as she can't go outside, but for some reason, this boy finds her and decides to devote half an hour of his day to a dog he doesn't know."

“Maybe he loves animals and has taken linking to her?”

“I suspected that at first, but the more you think about it, the crazier the coincidences become. You have to know, Lucy was brought to us in mid-August, and less than two days later, this boy from Queens contacted us and wants to volunteer for our shelter.”

Diana turns and looks directly at Clint. 

“And you know, what is the most absurd part? Peter actually claims he will pay for Lucy's operation. I told him he could forget it, but he talked about it several more times until I told him I didn't want to hear more about it. That's as far as it goes, minors sending us money.”

“That's an impressive string of coincidences.”

Diana laughs. “You can say that again. Do you get why I doubt Peter's denial of knowing Lucy?”

“It certainly raises questions,” Clint confirms with a smile.

“Definitely. Who knows, maybe Lucy saved Peter's life too?”

At Clint's questioning look, the directors explain what she means.

“You must know, Lucy and her owner are real heroes."

“Heroes?” echoes Clint with growing interest.

“Exactly. They all deserve more appreciation for saving that baby, but who cares about a homeless man and his dog saving a life? Without Spider-Man, it probably wouldn't even make it into the news."

Spider-Man? The whole thing just got more and more intriguing.

 Clint leans forward with interest.

“You have to tell me this story. Does Lucy and Spider-Man have a history together? You can't leave me hanging now without an explanation.”

“It's a good thing you're the last appointment for today, otherwise, we'd have a problem with the schedule,” jokes Diana with a laugh, enjoying her client's enthusiasm.

“All right, then. Earlier this summer, there was an incident near Central Park. A young mother's stroller brake broke, but she noticed it too late. The stroller rolled towards the intersection. Lucy and her owner were there, and Lucy ran after the baby, barking like crazy. Her owner ran after her and into the crossroads. It was around noon, and you can imagine the traffic. Lucy's owner got hold of the stroller and was about to pull it off the road when an ambulance on duty pulled up. There would have been a terrible collision if Spider-Man hadn't appeared out of nowhere. He intercepted the ambulance at full speed with his bare hands."

“Sounds like a meeting of heroes.”

Diana laughs, and her smile reaches up to her eyes.

“You could call it that. Isn't it ironic? Lucy and her owner were saved by a hero who, compared to the Avengers, gets as much credit as a homeless man and a dog saving a baby.”

“Not exactly fair, is it?” agrees Clint. 

“Well. There's nothing we can do about it.”

“Who knows? Maybe we can find a way to do something?”

Diana shakes her head but tries not to correct Clint, but the doubt is written all over her face. She overplays it by clapping her hands down her thighs before standing up.

“What are you saying, Mr. Smith. Are we ready to look at your dream dog?”

Clint gets up from the bench. He holds out his hand to the director.

“Let's find a dog that deserves a new home.”

[luimagines]

Hey! It's me, I have a story for you! Enjoy

*sounds of a movie starting in a movie theater*

[Reader] sat in camp, bouncing their leg in worry. The chain had run off to deal with nearby monsters starting to make a camp, and as [Reader] couldn't fight, was told to stay and watch camp. It was dark and quiet, leaving the trickster board. Normally, they would be putting sticks in Legend's bag, or turning Wind's shirts inside out to start prank wars or trying to play one of the many instruments in the camp. But these things left [Reader]. . . board. Instead, their eyes wondered to Time's bag.

[Reader] had an ability to hear the whispering of spirits, which came in very useful when it came to puzzles or gossip stones, as well as hearing the warning whispering from the dead when an enemy camp was nearby, or stray monsters were around. But recently, a more frequent, malicious voice filled their ears.

A few days earlier, when the chain had been sharing stories and joking, they got around to showing off a collection of masks. One stood out ro [Reader], the one with the massive eyes. 'Majora's Mask' as Wild called it. Time seemed a bit alarmed seeing it at first, however started to explain a small snippet of the story behind it. But the whisper it started to say after everyone went to sleep. . .

it had been whispering nonstop and for some unknown reason, Time had decided ro keep it on him. Except for now. And [Reader] stared transfixed into the yellow eyes of the mask. They stood, and slowly walked over to it, slowly taking the mask in hand and raising it up. "What is bothering you?" they muttered.

Spirits often came to reader to help resolve woes and pain to pass on, and instinctively she wanted to help the spirit in the mask move on. But something. . . wasn't right.

Suddenly, a sharp pain set on their arm and looking, [Reader] saw tendrils stab their arm as the mask moved, a shrill laughter emitting from it as it floated to [Reader]'s face. They let out a screech as they faught it, trying to get the cursed item off as the sounds of thundering footsteps were heard, and before the mask slammed onto [Reader]'s face, they saw Time's horrified face before Majora glued itself to [Reader]

"[Reader]!" Time exclaimed, shoving an arm out infront of sky who was instinctively about to run to their aid. "Don't move!"

[Reader]'s arms went limp at their sides and head slowly looked up, before slowly turning to Time, and an erie, familiar laughter filled the air. . .

Time woke up in a start, shooting up from his bag in a cold sweat. It was dark out, the fire crackling and the chain asleep around them, except for Twilight who was up keeping watch. "Old man? You alright?"

He huffed and ran a hand through his hair before nodding. "Yes, just. . ." his eyes looked towards [Reader] who was sound asleep next to a snoring wind, then to the empty mask of Majora layed on Wild's bag. "Just a bad dream"

Oh snap! You had me going until the end there. I really thought they were going to try and fight Reader at the end.

I was wondering about the mask and why it was strange considering the backstory but dang- I didn't even account for the fact that Wild would be the one to technically have it, not Time. Should have been ringing some bells in my head, but they weren't going off.

Well done. XD

[starrzhao]

downpour | s.qr

pairing ricky x gn!reader ( platonic )

genre hurt/comfort

word count 1009

warnings reader struggles with anxiety

a/n wrote this drabble awhile ago because I haven’t been feeling good lately so I try to cope by writing 😍 also this wasn’t proofread so there are bound to be some errors whoops

It felt like the weight of the world fell upon your shoulders. You had been crying and crying for days continuously on end, not being able to catch sleep for a whole week. You had felt so lonely and you felt so cold on your own. And things wouldn’t get any better as it had been raining nonstop for the past few days.

After another long school day, you retreat to sit by the football field to find some peace and alone time. It was raining heavily outside and you figured nobody would bother to be out there in the field at this time.

You sat on the bleachers, swinging your feet, back and forth. Thoughts about just everything flooding your mind. You had been going through a rough time for the past few days and your brain couldn’t do anything else but overthink about everything all at once.

You sighed as you stare into the sky. It was a melancholic view to take in. The rain continued to fall heavily as the clouds filled the sky, painting the sky gray. For once, you wished that you could live without having to be buried in constant worries or fears about the future. Hoping one day, the constant rain and thunder could come to a stop and turn into serene weather.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

You recognized that voice. You turn to your left it was your best friend, ricky standing right next to you, with an umbrella in his hand as well.

“Oh, I just wanted to be somewhere alone.”

“Can I join you?” You nod and he takes a seat right next to you.

Well, you truly wanted to spend this time alone but you wouldn’t mind your best friend’s presence, it would probably put you at ease more, knowing he’d be here so you wouldn’t have to overthink all alone.

You both sit there for awhile, letting only the sound of the rain accompany you. You didn’t tell ricky about the blues you’ve felt the past few days but he did notice a change in your demeanor. He was your best friend, of course he’d know, he knew you long enough to notice that you’re not okay You didn’t smile or laugh much all week and you had been unusually quiet.

He could tell you weren’t feeling so well but he didn’t want to raise it, knowing that you weren’t the type to easily open up and he thought you wanted to be alone, giving some distance, not knowing how to comfort you.

“Wow the weather really hasn’t been getting any better these past few days.” He mentions. He wondered when he could see the sun again.

“Yeah it seems like it’s not getting better any time soon.” You say.

The rain continued to pour and you both turn quiet for awhile. You sat there overthinking as ricky thought of how he could make you feel better or what to do next. stands up suddenly and you think that he’s probably going home right now, seeing how the rain was not getting any better anyways.

Instead, he turns to you and lets out his hand to you. You tilt your head and furrow one of your eyebrows, confused at his gesture.

“Let’s play in the rain.” He suggests and flashes a cheeky smile at you.

“What?”

“Let’s go run in the field! It’ll be fun.”

“What the hell, no way.”

“Come on!” He lets go of his umbrella and starts running down the bleachers, running through the wet grass like a bird in the wind.

“Ricky! Are you crazy!” You walk down, still gripping onto your umbrella tightly.

“Get in here idiot! You’re going to get sick!”

“Y/N come on join me! It’s so fun I swear, it’s just for one time!” He stands and waves his hands in the air at you.

He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes a little, gesturing you to come while smiling sheepishly. He looked so carefree at the moment. Looking at him, you felt a little bit of envy. You wished you could be like that.

You wanted to stop being chained by your own worries and doubts. Wanting to be in that same exact state of freedom, joy and carefreeness ricky was in.

“Y/N!” He shouts and lets his hand out, inviting you to join him. His eyes wrinkled up and you felt a weight come of your chest as you see his smile. It somehow felt so comforting and welcoming.

So you gave in and threw your umbrella, running to ricky. He takes your hand in his and you both run across the field together.

And you felt like you could finally breathe. Everything felt like it was in slow-motion. All the negative feelings you’ve felt being washed away by the downpour. All you could think of at the moment was about having fun and ricky. It was as if everything you’ve felt awhile ago had just disappeared into thin air. You both were running around the field, laughing like you’ve both gone insane.

At some point, you both stop running and start dancing. With imaginary music playing in the background, you two dance like you’ve never danced before. Just doing about anything, enjoying the company of the rain.

“If I get a flu and my mom gets mad at me I’m telling her it’s all your fault, by the way.”

“Well technically, it’s still yours you made the decision to get here, I just gave you a choice. do not hold me responsible for your bad decisions!” You smack his arm and you break into laughter.

Your eyes finally lit up again. He watched as you giggled and moved so freely and he felt relieved seeing your new state.

The rain slowly stopped and you see the grey clouds begin to clear out. The radiant sun came out once again, beaming over once again as the sky turned to blue once again.

You and ricky, return to the bleachers once again, tired from all that running and dancing, all that shenanigans in the rain.

You sit down side by side, your arms linked. You lean your head onto his shoulder.Finding peace with him simply being by your side.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“No matter what I’ll always be your best friend. I just want you to know that you’re not alone. Do not be afraid to tell me when you need someone by your side, especially when it rains.”

“I love you, I hope you know that.” He says as he leans onto your head. He takes your hand in his and despite running around the cold rainy weather just an hour ago, his hand felt warm.

“I love you too, ricky.”

[drghostwrite]

Takes a village

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x preg!wife!reader

Summary: little bit of an AU where reader gets married to Clarke and while a war is raging outside reader goes into labor but clarke isn’t there so she gets help from unlikely sources.

******************************************************** You looked around the den of the “house” you were currently occupying, tired and stressed faces planning the next strategies. It had been a few years and after some wandering you had found a gated community with some houses still intact so others helped rebuild and even built some smaller shacks around creating a new community. With Clarke being in charge you had the biggest house in the center, the meant when hard times happened your house was a meeting place.

this latest meeting between the clans resulted in multiple death threats and battles started so due to the treaty with Lexa your people were on the front lines helping to win this war, that also meant your wife was out there with them.

You turned in your bed hearing the rain crash down outside your window, you slid out from under the covers and watched as the lightning flashed outside the window and thunder cracked. You ran a hand over your swollen 9 month belly knowing that your wife was on the front lines somewhere fighting. All you could think of was her fighting through hoards covered in mud while the rain poured down on them and conditions worsened. A slight cramping pulled you from your thoughts and you tried getting your mind off of the storms raging outside. You made your way down the hall and into the bathroom quietly trying not to alert Abby and the others downstairs, you leaned against the sink splashing cool water in your face, you felt some more cramping you focused trying to figure out what was going on before getting anyone else up.

1 hour later a you found yourself in the same position except this time pacing back and forth in your bedroom one hand pressing into your lower back as the other rubbed soothing circles on your bump, contractions were getting closer and stronger as the night grew longer. You continued trying to fight it not wanting to wake anyone, 15 minutes and two contractions later and your water had broken, you’d had it you couldn’t take anymore silence so you let out a low moan, the house remained silent so you kept fighting through yourself.

———meanwhile———

Abby was laid on the couch of her daughter’s living room sound asleep when she thought she heard someone awake, she slowly sat up and let her eyes adjust to the dark room, Raven, Jasper and Monty were sound asleep in their respective spots. She leaned back and was drifting back to sleep when she heard another noise, this time she recognized it a low moan, but it was coming from Y/N and Clarke’s bedroom.

If she were in labor she would wake me up, right? She thought to herself, she waited in silence not 10 minutes later hearing it again. She got up and gently made her way to your room.

“Y/N?” You heard a gentle voice call out but you were in the middle of a contraction so groaning was your best answer. You heard hurried footsteps and felt as a hand came to your back and the other wrapped around your bicep guiding you towards the bed, you reached out grasping onto the bedpost.

“Abby…I…the baby, it's the baby,” you said gritting your teeth together.

"Okay...," she whispered softly and ran a hand over your torso feeling the muscles strain against themselves. she looked up hand still placed on your bump, looking around the room she could tell you'd been up for a while.

“Oh, Y/N sweetheart, you’re in labor,” she said gently.

“Nnghh…Oh God…no, no...I can't"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Mmm…Abby, I think my water broke.” you said looking into her eyes worriedly.

“Okay, that’s okay, how long ago?” she ran a hand over your back trying to help soothe the tightening muscles.

“I’m not sure maybe 10-15 minutes I’ve been battling these contractions nonstop,” you said raising your face towards the ceiling and letting tears roll down as another dull pain started to roll through you again.

“how long have you been contracting?”

“I…um… what time is it?”

“2:33 am”

“God since 10ish…mmhhhmm” you tried answering as another wave crashed over you.

“Okay breathe, just breathe,” she coached you through rubbing circles on your back, “so 4 1/2 hours… why didn’t you come get me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you if it’s a false alarm… with Clarke not being here and everything going on out there I thought it might just be from worrying.”

“Y/N that’s stress, which can cause early labor and I’m a doctor, that’s why you should come get me… and besides that’s my grand baby in there, so you’re not bothering me.” She smiled reassuringly at you as you grimaced still unsure. “Listen Clarke is my daughter and whether I like it or not, you’re her wife. I know we started off rough bc in came this hotshot security guru and trauma nurse and you worked with me and we pulled some crazy stunts but you became like a daughter to me so when Clarke fell in love with you I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be calling you family.” She admitted, soothing any doubts you had about her.

“Abby, I’m sorry.”

“For what sweetheart, you never did anything wrong and you and Clarke and this baby mean a whole lot to me.”

”I just… God this hurts.” You said another contraction taking hold of you.

“Okay let’s get you on the bed so I can check you out.” She said helping you slide your pants off and helping you into the bed, running into your bathroom, and returning with an obstetric kit.

"Wait where did you find that?"

"Clarke made me get one and stash it in the house just in case you went into labor and couldn't leave."

"I...of course she did," you said placing a hand on your forehead and shaking your head slowly, Clarke was always worrying about you and when you got pregnant it only made it worse for you, her internal worry about when you would run point for missions became more outward every day, and when your bump finally started to show forget it.

“Y/N this is gonna be awkward but I need you to spread your legs for me,” Abby said pulling you back to reality.

“Wh…what but you’re…”

“I know it’s not ideal,” she said pulling on some gloves as you sat there.

“It’s gonna have to work.” You said flopping back against the pillows letting her examine you, you felt her fingers and pressure trying not to move as she quickly tried examining you but she abruptly stopped.

“Shit…”

“what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re just pretty far progressed.”

“how far?” She waited a couple seconds too long, “Abby how far?!”

“10 centimeters, I can feel baby’s head,” she said trying to figure out what to do.

“No…gaahhh.” You groaned. Abby held your hand coaching you through.

“Wait, wait, Clarke, I need Clarke…I need my wife.”

“Okay…” Abby ran downstairs waking the others, “Raven get me towels fresh water, a knife or scissors and any medical supplies you can find… Jasper and Monty you get in the rover and go get my daughter back here ASAP… tell her Y/N is in labor, and this baby is not waiting.” All three moved very rapidly as Abby was back at your side.

“Okay the boys are getting her but in the meantime I need you to stay calm and listen,” you slowly nodded at her.

———on the battlefield———

Clarke looked up to see headlights barreling towards her, she had just made it back towards her tent and was leaving to go back to the front lines again. The rover skidded to a stop in front of her Jasper jumping out.

“Clarke…Clarke!” He called out of breath.

“Jasper what’re you doing here I thought you were back in the colony?”

“I am or I was… but that doesn’t matter now.”

“is something going on?… Jasper, is everyone okay? Y/N, the baby?” she asked worry sinking in.

“yes, I mean no… errr I think so… Y/N went into labor and your mom said the baby isn’t waiting.”

“I… okay, I need to get back can you and Monty handle command here?”

“I…I think so.”

“just follow Bellamy and Lexa and you’ll be fine.” She said jumping in her rover and driving as fast as humanely possible to get back to you

———meanwhile———

15 minutes later it was go time, “God I feel like I need to push.”

“okay, listen to your body, it knows what to do.” Abby said reassuring you as you gritted through another contraction bearing down, she held one of your hands while her other ran up and down your thigh letting you know she was there.

“Aaagghh… where’s Clarke?”

“I’m not sure but I need you to focus now Y/N… focus on you and this baby.”

"It...it hurts so much."

"I know... but I really need you to focus, Y/N look at me." you opened your eyes making contact with hers. " Y/N this baby needs you to focus, I need you to listen to your body, on the next contraction I need a big push."

"It hurts though."

"That's because you're crowning, your baby's head is right here I can see it."

You gripped at the sheets beneath you as you pushed through another contraction. Seconds later the contraction ended but before you could speak another word another contraction came next to the previous you fought with gritted teeth and heard as quick footsteps resounding up the stairs and barged into the bedroom.

“Y/N? Mom?” You heard Clarke ask as she stepped into the dimly lit room, the sight before her was her worst nightmare her wife laid back laboring on their shared bed, hair plastered to her sweaty features as she strained through a contraction, her mom was coaching her wife through contraction after contraction trying to aid in delivering their baby, the sheets beneath you lightly tinted red with blood.

“Clarke… thank God you’re here.”

“Uh yea… I’m here, I’m sorry, but I’m here.” She said running over and climbing onto the bed behind you. You laid back on her chest as she swiped sweaty strands of hair off of your forehead and neck she placed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I know love I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.” she said making intense eye contact with her mom.

“that’s not… Oh God, here comes another one.” You gritted pushing back against Clarke.

"Is she okay?."

"huh?" you said in between breaths.

"the blood is normal, nothing to worry about right now," Abby spoke reassuringly, but she wasn't going to let you know that she was slightly worried, blood was normal but if didn't stop bleeding you could hemorrhage and she wasn't set up to handle that right now. you gritted through another contraction and Clarke speaking to you pulled Abby back to reality.

“Okay, okay, Y/N just one more I just need one more big push.”

“Come on love you got this, one more push and we meet our baby.”

You shook your head in response giving one last push before you finally felt your baby’s body slip from your own. Abby laughed as she wrapped your little boy in a towel. “It’s a boy, you have a little boy.”

“A son we have a son!” Clarke exclaimed as you chuckled tiredly as Abby handed you the baby. Abby left the room to grab some more towels leaving you and your baby in your wife’s arms and that’s how you spent the rest of that night into the early morning, sleeping peacefully as a newfound family of three.

[stayteezdreams]

By Chance or Fate: Part One

Plot: Your already long day seems to only get worse when you get caught during a rain storm. Things take a turn when you get stuck under a doorway with an attractive stranger.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings: Nothing :)

Words: 2.1k

Every step you took hurt a bit more than the last, as the back of your new shoes dug into your foot uncomfortably. You cursed yourself for the umpteenth time for having worn them the same day you chose to walk to work and back. Doing so, unknowingly added another thing to make your day worse than it turned out to be.

It started off on a not-so-great note when you were partnered with your least favorite co-worker for a project. He was the most self-centered, narcissistic prick you knew. And now you were stuck working with him for two weeks. Not to mention, he flirted nonstop with you already.

Having to deal with him all day, the pain in your feet was almost bearable.

Taking out your phone, you debated getting an uber or taxi. You sighed and looked around. Did you really want to sit and wait, only to take a three-minute drive, when it would only take you an extra ten minutes to get to your apartment on foot?

Putting your phone back in your pocket, you decided you would suffer with it for a bit longer. You'd soak your feet in the bath later anyways.

Hearing a soft rumble of thunder, you looked up, having not noticed the dark clouds building up above you.

You flinched as a raindrop hit your cheek. Looking around, you noticed spots forming on the sidewalk as the rain began to fall.

"Oh shit" you mumbled as you began walking faster, you reached into your bag before you stopped. Leaning your head back you let out a sigh "Of course." Recalling you had set your umbrella by your desk, but you never grabbed it when you left.

Walking faster, the rain seemed to match your pace as it quickly grew heavier and heavier.

You were now running, ignoring the burning of your shoe digging into your heel as you held your bag above your head. The rain began to pour as you spotted a nearby store. It was closed, but the doorway was wide and sheltered. Running up the steps, you decided to take shelter until the rain slowed down or stopped.

As you reached the top step, you looked up at the sound of someone's voice, or more accurately, a strained groan.

Nearly stumbling to a stop, your eyes met a pair of dark ones as the stranger stopped as well. Your eyes locked for a moment as you processed the fact that you were now face to face with one of the most gorgeous men you'd ever seen.

Hyunjin's breath caught as his eyes locked with yours. He hadn't seen you approach, but guessing by your soaked appearance, you had the same idea as him to hide in the store doorway.

Hyunjin wasn't sure why all his words seemed to fail him as he stared into your eyes.

Letting out a soft chuckle you nodded your head "Hello."

Your voice jolted him from his stupor and he smiled and bowed slightly "Hello"

You were surprised at how shy his smile and voice seemed to be. Lowering your bag from above your head, you hoped you didn't look like a drowned rat.

Suddenly as lightning struck, a loud clap of thunder made both of you jump and gasp as you moved in sync to the store doorway.

As you stood in the doorway, your shoulder brushed against his, and you both turned to look at each other. Your widened eyes met, and after a short moment of silence, you both let out amused laughs.

"That was scary" he muttered within the laugh and you giggled a bit more and nodded.

You cleared your throat after a moment, "The storm came out of nowhere."

He nodded, "Yeah it did."

His eyes landed on a couple jogging down the street, umbrella raised above their heads. He glanced at you and saw you watching them as well.

"At least I'm not the only one who forgot their umbrella."

You looked over at him and let out a soft giggle, "Yeah, I left mine at work."

He nodded with a somewhat embarrassed smile, "I forgot mine in a restaurant"

You smiled and shook your head "That kind of day huh?"

He saw you look down at your bag as you wiped a bit of dirt from it. He looked at your profile and felt his heart skip a beat.

"I'm Hyunjin."

You looked up, a trace of surprise on your face before you smiled "I'm Y/n."

"Y/n" he repeated softly before he smiled.

Your heart started racing as you felt heat rise up your neck. Another rumble of thunder made you both wince a bit as you looked out at the darkened sky. The rain was luckily not blowing towards you, but a heavy stream of water was covering the road were no cars now drove.

"Looks like we might be here for a while." Hyunjin muttered and you nodded before you cautiously met his gaze.

He smiled softly, though you could see he held the same shyness as you felt.

As the storm persisted, you and Hyunjin became more comfortable with each other. Now sitting on the ground in the store doorway, backs against either side of the entrance as you faced each other, chatting.

The air of awkwardness had died away, as you talked about work, though you were far more interested in his. Even with this, Hyunjin listened intently when you told him about your day. He groaned as you told him about your coworker and empathized with your annoyance at having to work with him.

As you talked, you began rubbing the back of your heel, where your shoe had rubbed the skin raw.

Hyunjin, noticing this, frowned "Did you hurt your foot?"

"Huh? Oh," you rolled your eyes at yourself, "I had the brilliant idea of wearing new shoes today and walking to and from work."

Hyunjin winced, knowing the pain himself "Does it hurt a lot?"

You nodded, as you looked down at your foot, "I'm pretty sure it might have bled at some point"

Hyunjin gasped a bit as he leaned forward before grabbing his bag "I might have a bandage, or a tissue, hold on!"

You let out a soft chuckle "It's okay, it's not too bad."

He looked back at you with a frown but still searched through his bag. You noted the disappointment on his face as he found nothing to help.

"I don't have any, I'm sorry."

You smiled, and shook your head "It's okay, but thank you, you're sweet."

Hyunjin smiled as he looked away, feeling his heart jolt at your compliment.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed how your comment effected him. You watched the rain for a moment, as the silence hung between you. It wasn't awkward or tense, it was almost comfortable in a way.

Getting lost in watching the rain, you failed to notice how intensely Hyunjin's gaze was on you. He admired your profile, his eyes grazing over your features slowly as if he was trying to memorize them. He felt the urge to draw you, too bad he didn't have any supplies.

"Do you like the rain?" Your voice broke the silence softly and Hyunjin had to shake himself from his thoughts as your gaze drifted back to him.

He looked out at the rain before he smiled and shrugged his head "I don't know, I suppose it can be nice. What about you?"

A soft smile crossed your face and Hyunjin couldn't help but sense a feeling of nostalgia behind it.

"I love it. And I think rainy days get a bad rap. Though, I have to say I do love it more when I don't get caught in it."

Hyunjin chuckled, "You were on your way home from work right?" You nodded and he gave you a crooked smile "So was I. I thought it would be a nice day to walk."

You let out a soft scoff "That's what I told myself too"

Hyunjin felt warmth in his chest as he looked down at his hands briefly "We both decided to walk on the same day, and now we're both stuck under the same doorway"

You knitted your brows together as you spoke in an exaggerated and almost dramatic tone "It must be fate"

Hyunjin chuckled as he leaned his head back watching as you looked down at your hands with a soft smile "Do you believe in fate?"

You met his eyes again and let out a soft hum "I think some things are supposed to happen one way or another, but I find that most things are random."

He nodded softly "Do you think we would have met one way or another? Or is it just random?"

You tilted your head a bit as your eyes met his, you felt your heart pound heavier.

"I don't know." You said honestly, your voice soft. "Do you?"

He thought for a moment, wondering if he should really say what he was feeling.

"I-I think that some things are random but can become fate." He squinted a bit "Does that make sense?"

You thought for a second before you shook your head and chuckled "No."

He let out a laugh before he shook his head "Okay, what I mean is; maybe our meeting is random. But maybe our fate changes depending on what happens next."

You hesitated for a second, "And what is going to happen next exactly?"

"Well, if we part ways with only each others names, we may or may not ever see each other again, that will depend entirely on fate, or chance. Or..." he trailed off.

"Or?"

"Or, we can part ways with a plan to see each other again and lead fate in a direction we choose."

Your heart was pounding a bit heavier now "And you want to choose which direction fate goes?"

"Well it sounds better than the other option."

You smiled a bit as your ears heated up "Does it?"

Hyunjin smiled, a wave of bashfulness washing over him "Well, I just... I liked sitting and talking to you. Doing it again sounds...nice."

You looked down at your fidgeting hands, "It does sound nice."

"You think so?" He asked with an excited tone, making you giggle softly. He cleared his throat a bit "So, can I get your number then? So we can make plans?"

You smiled and nodded as you pulled out your phone, Hyunjin quickly doing the same, donning an exited smile as his heart pounded in his chest almost painfully.

As you looked down at his contact and number you looked out at the street "It stopped raining."

Hyunjin looked out as well and almost frowned, why did he feel disappointed?

You both rose from the ground as you looked out at the road, before glancing at each other. Suddenly shy smiles found your faces again.

You spoke with a soft, almost melancholic tone "I guess we should both go before it gets too dark."

Hyunjin nodded but found solace in the fact that you sounded as disappointed as he felt.

"But we'll text right? Makes plans to see each other again?"

You nodded and smiled "Yes. No leaving it up to fate or chance."

He chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed by his metaphors now. His eyes locked with yours as he smiled brightly "Good."

As you walked down the steps together, you looked up at the sky. It was still dark grey, and you both silently feared it might start pouring down on you again.

He looked over at you and you saw concern on his face "Do you have far to go?"

You shook your head "No, I live just over there" you pointed vaguely to the nearby neighborhood and he smiled, relief on his face. "What about you?"

He shook his head "Not too far no."

"Good" you smiled as you looked down at your feet before meeting his eyes shyly "I guess this is bye for now"

He nodded, watching as you slowly walked backwards away from him "Yeah, bye, for now"

You gave him a soft wave before you turned away and he waved back. He watched you head down the path, smiling softly as you jumped over a puddle.

When you eventually disappeared, he turned and began heading home, his thoughts filled by you, and the strong desire to sketch you as soon as he got home. Something about you staring out into the rain with a smile inspired him and made his heart feel lighter.

Taking out his phone, he checked your contact and smiled, wondering when he should text you. And when should he suggest you hang out.

Looking up at the dark sky he smiled, maybe you were right, maybe rainy days weren't so bad after all.

xx End xx

A/n: I'm not sure how I feel about the ending, I kind of had to pull it out of my ass last night so I could post this lmao.

-Part Two-

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[mamamittens]

There's something wrong with the television

You'd been vegging out for a while now watching old horror movies. Some channel had them running nonstop in the running to October and you hadn't minded the excuse to watch some classics.

You must have passed out at some point.

You woke up to the sound of vicious static and an odd, wavering noise hidden in the digital white noise.

The room was dark, way past your bed time.

But your eyes are fixed to the screen.

Watching as the static began to ripple. Your heart thundering in your chest as something began to emerge from the screen.

Dark blue curls and teal hair dripping out of the frame. Blue eyes locked on yours with a smirk on a pale face over dripping red glasses in the shape of hearts. Black ruffled dress poking through the static as she braced herself on the edge of reality.

The mysterious stranger held out tickets.

The world doubled and wavered, much like the static on the tv.

"I've got extra tickets to a party, you in?"

You wanted to ask when, but your mouth was dry, heart still pounding.

She answered anyway with an amused smile.

"Why, September twenty-second to the thirtieth, of course."

She held out the tickets.

Will you take them?

Or is there a reason you're hesitating?