#the water was so cold that day they had to cut the dive short because even the 7mm suits weren't enough

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Is diving hard to learn?

Well... .... ... hard to say?

There is a classroom portion to getting a license that is mainly safety procedures and protocol. There are a lot of things to pay attention to safety-wise, how to communicate with your partner, what to do in various emergencies. Some examples would be like-

What to do if someone has a medical emergency when diving (there is also a separate first aid diving course, this one is more passes out or get bitten by something or has a panic attack).

What to do if you need to throw up when diving (surge underwater can make even iron stomachs go soft if the seas are rough).

How fast can you surface or go down.

How soon after diving can you get on an airplane without dying.

What to do if your oxygen is shut off or runs out.

How to monitor your instruments (I have a smart computer built into my regulator hoses that also times my dives and measures how fast I'm surfacing, chirping loudly enough for me to hear underwater if I surface too quickly or when I need to take breaks and maintain my position).

How to track your dives in a dive log (my computer tracks mine for me and I can just copy it by hand, but you also need to know how to dive "analogue", don't rely on smart gear for everything- inevitably everything breaks, and if that happens during a dive you have to know how to monitor yourself.).

Stuff like that, all the auxiliary kind of stuff. That part is fairly simple, but it's what the tests focus on.

The part that killed (figuratively) the most people in my dive class was actually practical skills.

First, you have to pass a swimming test. And I don't mean just like, show you can swim. You have to tread water for 10 minutes, then swim 4 full laps (we had to alternate between front and back stroke, but not everyone makes you do that, as long as you can swim somehow).

Second, and honestly this eliminated more people than the swim test, is just BREATHING. It was like a 6 week class, we'd spend 4 hours in the classroom, then 4 at a high school swimming pool.

The first session with gear was literally just stand in 2 foot deep water, put the regulator (breathing piece) in your mouth, and sink until just your mouth is underwater, then inhale.

That eliminated over half our group and triggered 3 people to have full panic attacks. It never really stops being the hardest part of diving? Just getting past that mental block of "I'm underwater, I shouldn't breathe".

And I don't mean that it's HARD to go through every time. I mean diving is dead simple, once you make the safety and procedures second nature. But every time I have just the slightest wiggle of nerves the very very first breath.

[hoe4sports]

Nobody likes the angry girl

A note from the author: I saw a video that hit home. It was a tiktok about being told that “nobody likes the angry girl”. I was the angry girl as a child, and by now you probably know that this is a fic based off of my life. I am not enabling this kind of behaviour, but I’m trying to show you how it can feel to struggle with trauma. Traumas need constant work, love and attention.

If you are struggling with the same thing; you are not a monster. You will get there. It’s not your fault. I love you.

Credits: This is based off a tiktok that I saw, you can find it here. Courtesy of @young.Riley on TikTok.

Warning: Trauma, anger, anxiety

Summary: Your childhood has caused more damage than Alexia could ever believe.

⚠️If you feel easily triggered or overwhelmed, read with caution and take breaks. If you need to, please seek a mental health hotline.

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“Nobody likes the angry girl”. That was a sentence that would be thrown after you as if it was a knife. Your mother would use it when you did something she didn’t like. Speaking up for yourself, telling her how you felt, wanting her love or being upset. She would describe you as angry if you weren’t a pleasure or the quiet girl.

Alexia however, she is patient with the angry girl. She understands the angry girl because she took her time to understand her. She asked the questions and listened to the stories. She knew what caused you to become the angry girl. How your mother’s words cut through your back causing scars in your heart. Alexia knew that the angry girl carried her heart outside her sleeve. She loved the angry girl with every cell in her body.

The Spanish heat was flowing in through the kitchen windows. You breathed in the air filling your lungs all the way up. Your body felt sweaty after working in the garden for a while. It was mid day, and you had gotten the week off. It was a nice change, your workplace had decided to work on their employees wellbeing giving all of your colleagues a week off. You see, that was the recipe for a perfect week. Only, whenever you got too much time off: your mind and unconsciousness would deep dive into your childhood making your mood miserable and leaving your emotions on edge.

You decided that the best thing to do was to head into the shower, so you approached the bedroom where you pulled out a pair of black athletic bike shorts and a blue athletic long sleeve. Just as you were about to close the door to the wall in closet, you noticed that alexia had left clothes in the floor. Not just on the floor, but right next to the laundry basket. The mishap itched you the wrong way. “Of course”, you mumbled to yourself, “of course she would leave me to pick it up when she knows that I hate when she does that.” You reached for the clothes before chucking it into the basket. It made you feel annoyed. Like your blood was boiling. But you pushed it down. You didn’t want to have a meltdown, not when Alexia had a stressful week.

When you entered the bathroom, you quickly started the water making the shower heat up before getting undressed. That was when you noticed the toothpaste on the mirror. Your face dropped when you saw it. Jesus, you thought, you just cleaned it yesterday. It made it feel like Alexia didn’t appreciate your hard work of trying to keep the house in shape. You grabbed a rag after spraying the mirror, washing the full length of the mirror. You couldn’t just was the one spot with toothpaste, because then it would cause streaks. And you hated streaks. When you turned around to feel the temperature of the running water with your hand, you stepped into cold water with your socks. It made you feel furious. “Oh my god” you mumbled to yourself. You took a deep breath with your eyes closed. Then, your hands reached for a dry towel to wipe up the water that Alexia had left for you to step on.

But, your hand didn’t find anything. You turned your head to see that there were no towels. You took a quick deep breath feeling as if you were about to explode. The robe that was hanging on its hook came to use when you wrapped yourself in it heading into the linen closet to restock towels. Alexia knew that there were fresh towels in the closet. They were neatly folded, white cream towels made out of bamboo. You grabbed the bunch that were sitting on the shelf before stomping your way into the bathroom. The towels got placed in its shelf before you wiped up Alexia’s mess from earlier this morning.

You see, the thing about being the angry girl is that it becomes your identity. You are never smart, talented, beautiful or a joy; because in your mother’s eyes, all you are is the angry girl. When she gave you silent treatment as a 5 year old and you cried for days begging her to speak to you. The first thing she said when you sat there, tears filling your eyes was that nobody likes the angry girl. It hurt like a gunshot. And whenever she used it, it felt like you got shot again. And again. And again. And again. Even though you don’t talk to your mother anymore, you are still the angry girl in her eyes. You will never be anything more.

After your shower, you sat down on the toilet while drying off. Your hand instantly reached for your phone which lead you to watch TikTok. It was childishly enough the only thing that would give your brain a pause. Some days, you had to take yourself on a timeout to watch TikTok with your headphones underneath your blanket it your dark bedroom. Maybe it was the feeling of overwhelming that hit you and maybe that was why this became the solution? Or perhaps it was because whenever you said anything about your feelings, your mother would tell you to go to your bedroom?

You kept watching TikTok before you reached for the toilet paper. And, lo and behold, there was no toilet paper. You could’ve sworn that your eye twitched for a second. But you reached out to the cabinet underneath the sink and popped the new roll on the holder before getting rid of the empty roll.

After feeling the anger building up inside you like a tidal wave, you decided to try to have something to eat. Perhaps, you thought, just perhaps you are hangry and it will all pass once you’ve had some food. Then you remembered that you had leftovers from Lasagna in the refrigerator. You peered into the kitchen and opened the big fridge door before feeling your heart sink. No lasanga. Alexia had brought it with her to practice. It made you frown because you knew damn well that Alexia had all kinds of food in the Barca cafeteria that she would eat from. Even fresh lasagna.

In a need to calm yourself down, you decided to go for a drive to the grocery store. You put on some makeup and do your hair all nice before grabbing your purse and heading out. You press the keyless start button in your car and there is a flashing sign. You are out of gas. Alexia borrowed your car yesterday. You feel your blood boiling. You hop out of your car before smacking the door as hard as you can. Then you stomp your way upstairs to the bedroom to hide from the world and your own problems. You stay hidden in the bedroom for hours. Hiding underneath your weighted blanket hoping that you will fall asleep. That’s one of the angry girl strategies, sleeping. She will close her eyes and keep them shut for hours to avoid confrontation.

But, the attempt to calm down is quickly paused. Your eyes peer open when you hear Alexia’s familiar footsteps in the hallway. “Hola, amor!” She calls out. You can tell that she’s in a good mood. The kind of mood that makes you feel sick to your bones when the angry girl is out. You tuck the blanket around your head so only your face sticks out. “..Amor? Are you sick, no?” Alexia asks softly when she opens up the door to the bedroom. You huff out in response hoping to keep the angry girl away. Alexia sits down next to you on the bed. She gives you the most loving look. It makes the angry girl scared. God, you think. You are so unloveable. Your eyes starts to look like glass, but Alexia dosent seem to catch it. “I’ll go make you some tea. Blueberry?” she askes before placing a kiss on your forehead. You nod in response.

Why is the world against me today, you think. Keeping your head calm when the storm is flaring up isn’t easy, the angry girl inside you is peeking out from the heavy blackout curtains she normally is forced to hide behind. You see, the angry girl looks big and scary. She’s hiding behind curtains as she takes up the whole room. But, the angry girl isn’t a big girl. She’s small. She’s little. She looks big because of the shadows from the lights, but she is small. She is so small. She’s easy to hurt. And she’s sensitive.

The angry girl comes out with a bang. Alexia drops the cup in the kitchen causing you to practically jump out of bed. It scares you shameless, and the angry girl feels put on the spot. You stomp into the kitchen, your face strained and your body tight. You look at the cup on the ground. Or, what was left of it. You instantly recognise it. That is what causes the angry girl to jump out. “ALEXIA!! Seriously?? My moomin mug? From my grandmother?? Seriously?? You are so clumsy, so irresponsible! God, you are so fucking annoying! Why do you ruin everything!” The angry girl yells out feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Alexia looks caught off guard before her looks softens. “You are right mi vida, i shouldn’t have dropped it. Lo siento mucho princesa” she speaks softly. Her body slowly moves towards you. When she dosent get angry back, the little girl feels scared. For some reason, that causes the angry girl to feel threatened. “Don’t fucking touch me, Alexia! Don’t you dare to fucking touch me!” The angry girl yells before turning around and sprinting to the bedroom. Your hand quickly turns the lock before your throw yourself on the bed, face looking into the wall as tears of anger swells in your eyes. You can hear Alexia outside of the door. “Leave me alone!! God, will you ever fucking learn? I should just move out!!” The angry girl screams before pulling the blanket over your head. You lay completely still with your eyes squeezed shut causing you to fall asleep within minutes.

The angry girl haunts your head monthly. It used to be weekly, and in periods; even daily. You don’t purposely let the angry girl out, but sometimes she claws her way out of the deepest darkest rooms where you normally keep her. The angry girl is a result of trauma, event though you sometimes let yourself believe that she is who you are. A part of your personality. A part of you. The angry girl hurt you for years. But you, Alexia and your psychiatrist worked together to get you where you are today.

The thing about the angry girl is that she isn’t really big. She’s a little girl. When the little girl comes out to play, she gets scared. She hides in the bedroom in fear that someone might yell at her. Or disown her. Or not talk to her. To hide is how so stays protected. Her talent is hide and seek. She tiptoes into the bathroom at night, terrified to wake someone up. She sneaks snacks when nobody is watching and god forbid someone catches her: she always ask if she’s allowed food. As a young little girl, she craved love, she craved to be seen and she craved to feel wanted. But she wasn’t allowed to feel those feelings. She was starved of the feelings. She creeps along the shadows of the hallway avoiding showing herself until she is trapped in a corner. That’s when the little girl becomes the angry girl. When she is trapped, and there is nowhere to hide and it feels like the world is about to end. But because Alexia is there, the world doesn’t end.

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An hour later, you wake up by someone softly playing your hair. You can hear the low buzz of the bedroom tv. The slow beats of Alexia’s heart. The warmth of her lap. The embarrassment and the sadness fills your body. Tears make your eyes glass-like. You move your hand slightly. “Feeling better amore?” Alexia hums at you, not stopping her comforting movements. “I’m so sorr-“ you speak before your voice breaks and your body fills with regret and embarrassment. You feel so angry with yourself. Why are you like this? Why can’t you just communicate instead of letting everything blow up? You don’t know how to stop it, and you are terrified that it will drive Alexia away. “You don’t deserve this..” you mumble moving your hand to alexia’s knee.

“Mi amor, it’s not your fault that you were treated badly as a kid so don’t be sorry for breaking something that you didn’t break. You will get there with time and patience, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. Te amo mucho and that is never gonna change. Vale?”

Alexia looks down on you smile long softly before kissing your head.

«Vale, te amo, Ale. Te amo mucho”

[coldfanbou]

Squeaky Clean

Stepsister Chaeryeong in the shower, I really leaned into the stepsister aspect because I didn't want it to be an afterthought, though, in the process, the shower became an afterthought. Some slight self-degradation, just a very small thing.

Length 1.8K

Chaeryeong x M Reader

You try to get used to life now that your family has grown, your mom had recently remarried, and you had to adjust to having step-sisters. It was pretty odd to you; she had been single for so long, you were an adult in college now, and you suddenly have these new step-siblings. This was weird, wasn’t it? You had to admit that Chaeryeong was a cute girl, but it was still very awkward between you. Chaeyeon, on the other hand, you hadn’t even met as she was staying with her grandparents. You were lounging around one day, listening to music. You head into the bathroom when you notice the room is full of steam; as you look into the shower, you see the outline of Chaeryeong’s body through the foggy glass. It’s difficult to make out anything in particular, but you do notice her ass is rather shapely.

Standing there, you feel yourself get hard looking at her form. You’re stuck in place watching as she showers, you feel tempted to jerk off, but you eventually snap back to reality and leave in a rush. You end up going to your room to masturbate, thinking of Chaeryeong’s body. The next few days are much the same as you two awkwardly interact, except now when you look at Chaeryeong, you start to imagine her body, and you’re forced to cut any interaction short. You’re driving yourself crazy thinking of her; you decide to take a cold shower and try to rid yourself of those thoughts. After a few minutes of having the cool water run over you, you gain a sense of peace as you start to clear your mind. That's when you notice a figure standing in the corner of the room, shifting the shower head slightly to the side, so water doesn’t spill out; you swiftly open the door to catch Chaeryeong standing there with her hand down her pants. As she meets your eyes, you see panic set in. She tries to leave, but you grab her arm and pull her into the shower with you, not thinking about her getting wet. As she’s forced into the shower, you pin her against the wall. Mere inches apart from her, your mind wanders back to that memory of seeing her in the shower. Had she noticed you standing there? You ask her that. 

“I did see you looking at me.” She says plainly. 

“I was wrong for that, I admit it, but why are you watching me?”

“I thought it was kind of hot that you were watching me. You’re cute too, so I wanted to watch you.” The two of you stare into each other's eyes, an unnatural force bringing you together. Your lips meet, and the small taste of each other is enough to open the floodgates as your hands run over Chaeryeong, trying to drag her out of her clothes. Chaeryeong stands there, feeling your hands run over her, ripping and tearing her clothing off her body. As you continue to kiss, Chaeryeong’s delicate hand reaches for your cock, stroking it as she feels its length. Between kisses, she’s able to compliment your size, “You’re so big.” Her hand reaches the head of your cock, and she uses her thumb to massage it, making you groan in pleasure. Cocking your head to the side, you start to kiss her neck as you move down to her chest. Her clothes lay tattered in the shower corner as your hands wander down her toned stomach to her pussy. Your fingers reach inside her, coaxing a moan out of her.  You glance at her face; Chaeryeong has her eyes closed and bites her bottom lip between her moans. You feel your balls tighten as you start to near your climax; you have your fingers dive further into her, hitting her G-spot. Chaeryeong’s other hand grabs yours tightly as she nears her orgasm. You push her body against the wall and share a forceful kiss with her as you both climax. Your cum spurts out and hits her abdomen as she squirts with her juices spilling onto the shower floor. Your kiss with Chaeryeong grows soft as your feelings of ecstasy flow over you. Chaeryeong lightly bites your bottom lip as you break the kiss. Her face is full of pleasure; she scoops up some of your cum with her finger and tastes it. She drags her cum covered finger on her tongue before she sucks it clean. 

Chaeryeong gets down on her knees, “You taste so good; I want more, big brother,” she says while pouting and giving you puppy eyes. Seeing Chaeryeong on her knees asking for your cock, makes you grow hard again. You can’t believe she was saying these things, that she was doing these things; she had always seemed so innocent. Still, you can’t resist her charms. 

“Open wide, Chaeryeong,” you order; Chaeryeong tilts her head back and opens her mouth for you, her tongue sticking out. You grab the back of her head and push yourself into her mouth. You’re able to put half of your cock into her warm mouth before she starts to gag. Though muffled, you can understand that she wants you to go deeper. You tilt her head further back as you continue to stuff her mouth and throat with your cock. Chaeryeong wrapped her lips around your cock, as you pushed further in. You could feel her tongue slide along the underside of your cock. You can only groan as she engulfs your cock; Chaeryeong was far beyond anything you could imagine. You soon feel your pelvis press against her face and her tongue sticking out, licking your balls. You stay like that for a moment before you gently slide in and out of her mouth. Chaeryeong’s face is wet from the shower's water, and her saliva as it flows down her chin. You ingrain the image of your new step-sister sucking your cock into your memory as you continue to fuck her throat. You feel the vibrations of Chaeryeong's throat as she moans; she’s been fingering herself as she sucked your cock. 

The tightness of her throat is quickly becoming too much for you as you feel yourself near the edge. Chaeryeong must know it too, as she starts to face fuck herself. She grabbed your waist and repeatedly forced her face to your crotch before pulling away. As your cock starts to pulse in her mouth, you hold her against your crotch, and you cum down her throat. Chaeryeong goes limp in your hands, letting you hold her in place. You give a few thrusts before slowly slipping out of her throat and mouth. She stops you from completely pulling out, keeping your head in her mouth; she swirls her tongue around it before forcefully sucking. As she tries to get any possible remnants of your cum. When you pull out, you see how much drool she has on her chin. She was a mess.  

“Did big brother like using his whore of a sister’s throat?” Chaeryeong knew what she was doing saying things like this, and she wouldn’t stop. You decided to play along at this point; it was far too late to stop.

“I love using my new step-sister’s throat; you did such a good job. I think you deserve a reward. Stand up for me, Chaeryeong.” Chaeryeong follows along; you have her face the wall, and the shower head faces her, splashing her with cool water. You glide your hands along her wet body as she has her hands pressed against the walls. Taking your cock in your hand, you place it just under her pussy. You slide it along her folds, giving her a sign to get ready. You hear her whimper as she presses her ass against you. 

“Please don’t tease me; just give me your cock. I need it.”

You shush, Chaeryeong, “Even if this is your reward, I can’t just give it to you so quickly. I have to take care of my step-sister, don’t I?” As you finish your sentence, you press your cock against her entrance and make your way inside her. As you stretch Chaeryeong’s pussy, you hear her let out moans and gasps. 

After a while, she’s able to say, “Fuck, you’re so big.” You weren’t done, though; as you continued to go deeper into her pussy, her walls squeezed down on your cock as you spread them apart. When you’re finally entirely inside her, you bask in the feeling of her tight pussy, before you start to move. You pull yourself out until just the head is inside before you thrust into her. You repeat this with every thrust, getting faster and faster with each one. Chaeryeong’s body arches back as she moans with each thrust. You reach up, taking one of her modest tits in each hand. You grope and rub them as you continue to pound Chaeryeong from behind. Chaeryeong starts shouting, “Fuck my slutty pussy big brother! Make it yours!” You were glad that your parents were out to get the groceries at the time, so they couldn’t hear what was happening. Focusing back on her, her words of encouragement drive you to be more forceful. You have her spread her legs further apart, allowing you to drive just a little bit deeper into her pussy.  You also start spanking her slick ass, watching as it bounces on your cock. “That’s it, treat me like your personal whore!” She yells. You grope her ass before every strike; Chaeryeong can’t help but moan with every slap. As you both start to near your orgasm, you press Chaeryeong’s body against the wall. Chaeryeong stands there on her tippy toes, caught between the wall and you, taking every inch of your cock. 

You speed up with your last few thrusts, “I’m cumming, Chaeryeong.” 

“Cum inside me! Pour your load in me!” She yells as you impale her with your final thrust. You both reach your orgasms at that moment. You hold onto Chaeryeong as you finish unloading into her. You pull out of her, and your cum starts to flow down her legs; Chaeryeong leans against you, unable to stand on her own. You take the time to wash her body properly as she recovers. As you finish your shower, you help Chaeryeong to her room. 

She’s tired and about to fall asleep when she asks in a sultry tone, “Did big brother enjoy using my pussy?” You get hard again hearing Chaeryeong say that. 

“I did; I loved using my cute step-sister’s pussy.” You can’t believe what you’re saying, so you tackle the topic directly. “Chaeryeong, being serious for a second, do you get off on calling me that? What’s the purpose?”

Chaeryeong yawns before answering, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Doing something that feels so wrong, yet so right. That’s why,” she says with a smile before rolling over to sleep.

[cruisie]

I'VE FINALLY DONE IT.

I MADE A FIC BASED OFF THE GATOR BOYS WINTER HEADCANONS LAST CHRISTMAS.

I pulled an all nighter for this because I got a boatload of inspiration and pushed through outta spite. It's damn near summer butttt I don't really care.

Characters belong to Obsidian lantern, Capital M audios, and Daysprite.

I hope y'all enjoy :>

Cold blooded.

Winter had come down hard on the swamps' denizens that year.

Snow coated the now frozen mud ground in layers and water froze into ice sheets preventing easy travel between homes were only a few of its hardships.

But with the frustration and annoyance that comes with the cold, it is accompanied by its not-so-small joys that make the season one hell of a time.

It wasn't unusual to find the three close friends ducking and diving behind makeshift forts and shields during this time of year, covered head to claw in thick fabric and snow clinging to the old material. Laughter erupts from smiling faces as another snowball whizzes past them. Those smiles turn into a calculated grin as they turn to huck a ball of their own.

But of course, another con about winter was its shortened days, cutting the amount of time the four had to goof around and be active.

The human took notice of something else. The dark falling over the cabin in that short amount of time, paired with the cold (and overexertion on Timmy's part), had the reptiles in a state of perpetual tiredness.

The results being three easily exhausted lizardfolk.

It was almost amusing actually.

When the four companions had entered the house that day after having spent a good amount of time battling one another in the small heaps of snow, Bug observed the half-bloods slowly but surely losing energy moving about the house.

Bodie turned on the stove and lit the fireplace to help warm the rest of the chilled house. It only seemed to speed up the process as each person took residence nearby.

The wind blew from outside the cabin as they settled into their desired spots. Bodie had started on dinner, not wishing to part from the warmth of the stove, Marco standing close to share in its heat too. The older men stood side by side, reminiscing about the day's events with amusement evident in the tone of the conversation as they prepared the food. Dinner would be finished sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, the joint effort that had been formed in the kitchen had left not enough room for all of them to crowd around the stove.

Shaking off what melted snow he could, Timothy shuddered as he approached the fireplace. Behind him, an equally fridged human trailed, removing the patched sweater lent to them by the large gator to hang off a chair nearby to dry.

They shivered as they scanned the room, looking for the blessing that was a warm blanket, noting the boy hovering over the fire, rubbing his hands furiously together to generate as much heat as he could.

‘He’s gonna get himself sick…’

Bug mused to themself as they turned about the room. With the image of the cold lizard fresh in their mind, the human resumes their way further into the cabin.

‘Blankets…Blankets…Didn't Bodie say they were in the cupboard…’

A chattering sigh escapes their lips as they briskly pad down the short hallway, eyes shooting towards their goal. A somewhat worn-looking drawer with a small door on the bottom stands at the end. An excited noise exits the former hunter, happily throwing open the door, stopping short when they take another look at its contents, their previously growing smile falling into a mix of hesitation and disappointment.

Neatly folded on the inner shelf of the cupboard, was a single grayish green blanket.

They blinked once. Then twice.

Pulling the fabric from its home They inspected it. Feeling it's slightly rougher than normal texture and mentally sighing. The human stood up shaking their head as they held the item to their chest.

‘Looks like I gotta deal.’

Laughter from the older men in the kitchen sounded into the living area as Bug strode back into the room. A tired smile fell on their lips hearing the sound. Their eyes looked forward to see Timmy, still crouched and shivering in front of the open fireplace. To say he looked a bit rough was an understatement as he shook in an almost violent manner.

Their hand flew to their mouth, doing a poor job at hiding a chuckle as they tried to silently sneak behind the gator, the urge to surprise the boy winning.

The closer they got, the wider their smile grew as they thought of what to do, inching their way forward. Closer and closer they got, raising the blanket in hand, an idea blooming. Unfortunately, a creak of the floorboard and a quiet snicker was their undoing. The scaled boy whirled around with a large cheeky grin, arms up and ready.

“Ha!!! I knew you were tryna’ pull somethin’ you little-”

The triumphant tone was silenced as a muffled ‘oomf’ was heard throughout the cabin, the boy barely catching the covering now against his face.

“Still got you Tim-Tim.”

Bug spoke in a teasing manner as they held a cheeky grin on their lips.

Timmy huffed, begrudgingly moving to the side as the human crouched to sit next to him.

“Not you too…”

He mumbled, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as he moved to settle onto the floor.

Bug stifles a snicker when they look at him again.

The two sat in front of that fireplace in silence for a second. The only noises are grunts and hisses from Timmy as he tries to pull the thrown item off his scales and Bugs attempts to keep from laughing.

When he finally manages to pull it off of his pointed scales, he moves to wrap it around his arms. He paused though, his attention caught by Bug.

“Wait, where's yours?”

He asked, confusion becoming evident when they replied.

“Oh, there was only one in the cabinet. I thought you might need it more.”

“And what do you mean by that, exactly?”

Timmy questioned back, raising an eyebrow as Bug made a wide gesture towards the boy.

He looks down, following their movements to see the still dripping water falling off his shirt.

“You may be faster than me, but Marco sure did a number on you.”

The gator let out a grumble, eyes shifting to glare at the teasing human as shuffled. He places the blanket off to his side. He stands up from his spot and treads off to the back of the cabin, mumbling quietly to himself, a trail of water droplets falling behind him.

The human let out a mischievous ‘hehe’ as Timmy disappeared. A moment later the abandoned blanket was wrapped tightly around their shoulders. They gripped the edge tighter, pressing closer to warm their hands and still-frozen face.

It hadn't taken long, the rising air soothing the chill that had held them quickly. They rested there for a moment, breathing in and exhaling gently as their eyes closed.

It felt so good to finally rest.

The day had started hectic. Timmy was the one that woke everyone up, surprisingly. He was adamant that they needed to look outside immediately, a grin stretched across his cheeks as they peered out the window to see the swamp coated in a decent amount of snow.

And it hadn't taken long after breakfast was eaten before they had taken to that snow.

At first, they were just mucking about. Trying to catch the few snowflakes that were still falling and building small snowmen, dubbed ‘snow gators’ by Bodie. Even Maria had claimed one of the small structures, having perched on top to observe the four beings as they meddled about.

They couldn't remember who threw that first snowball. All they knew was that it was a battle zone with Marco and Timmy zipping about and Bodie and Bug nestled behind a makeshift shield of snow.

It took the near decapitation of their snowmen to finally settle down, realizing that they had been messing around almost all day.

It had gotten quite a bit dim outside when they went back in. Now having settled, Bugs' eyes opened to look out the window. It was near dark now.

‘Damn winter days. Too short…’

A clawed hand cuts the thought short as it comes to rest against the crown of the human's head.

“Well, aren't you nice and comfortable?"

The voice is close. Startled, they turned to be met face to scaled face with Timmy, a cheeky sharp toothed grin growing when they jumped.

“I…uh…I was…”

The gator boy let out a single cackle as they stumbled for words to explain themselves.

“Ah, don't worry ‘bout it, Bug, I don't blame ya.”

Bug watched him as he moved downward, crossing his legs to sit next to them whilst grinning wide, nudging them slightly as he moved. They smiled sheepishly as he continued.

“Besides, you’re lookin’ all snug as a Bug so I wouldn't wanna mess with ya too much.”

The warm-blooded being rolled their eyes as they did a small jump sideways to make room for the smug looking boy.

Bug lets out a quiet humph, shuffling in place and looking over at the half-blood, staring for a moment. He had begun to move his hands together furiously once more, pausing every so often to blow warm air against them.

A pang of guilt hit them as they continued to look. He had an almost unnoticeable shake to him. His jaw was closed tight and his torso was practically over the fire when he spoke again, giving a half-hearted glance over his shoulder.

“Did Bodie say anything about dinner yet? I'm starvin’.”

“No, not yet. Sure smells good though.”

Bug said, head turning to look over at the open kitchen.

“Can you believe we skipped lunch?”

“Psh, no. Feels like the day went by too dang fast.”

A soft hum of agreement was made in response by the human, Bugs' eyes drifting to Timmy's still quaking form. They stop their reply, pondering their next action carefully.

It was a comfortable silence for a short time. The fire cracking every so often, Bodies and Marcos conversation muffled from the other room.

“Hey, Tim? If you want, you can have the blanket now. I think I've warmed up enough to share.”

Timmy leans back haphazardly, head rolling backward and arms holding his torso up to regard his companion with a shake of his head and a chuckle.

“Nah, I'm fine, Bug. See? I don't get cold that easily.”

He answers, waving his hand as if that would convince them he wasn't holding back his shivers. The bed bug silently raised a brow at the half-lizard.

His jaw was still clenched.

‘I bet everything he's trying to stop from chattering too.’

“Really? Cause you look like you're about to start shaking like a leaf.”

“I mean, yeah. Maybe you're right, but then you'd get just as cold and I…WE don't you gettin’ sick…again. Especially during this time of year, ya know?”

The half-blood continued his excuse, rapidly correcting his words before ending with a nervous laugh and a half smile.

Bug looked over the halfie, studying his words and actions, noiselessly observing him with narrowed eyes.

Timmy could see it clearly as their face changed from an almost intimidating stare to a soft smiling reaction.

They had an idea.

“Aw. Thanks, Tim. But I don't want you to get sick either.”

The half-reptile looked forward as Bug replied tentatively, turning his head somewhat to the side to hide a small smile, looking at the wooden ceiling, searching for nothing in particular.

“Heh, thanks, sugar bug. That's uhh…sweet of ya’. But I promise, I'll be perfectly fine-”

The words were cut short before he could finish, a warmth suddenly being wrapped around his arms. Specifically, his left side was being engulfed in a welcoming heat.

Before he realized it, Timmy was leaning closer. He jerked his head quietly, shock flooding his face when he saw the human directly next to him, blanket still around their shoulder as they looked at him, with a playful expression, not to close just yet.

“Now neither of us will get sick! If you don't…mind sharing?”

The brackish blood felt as if he was about to catch fire with how hot his face flushed, the feeling of the cold air seemed to vanish as he nodded, trying his best to appear nonchalant as he spoke

“I guess this…uh…works. Um…H-Here lemme…just…”

Timmy shifts slowly, lifting his arm over the human head and resting it behind them, carefully planting his palm against the hardwood floor to brace himself.

“And there. Now, you can rest against me without getting stuck…by uh…my scales. They're…a bit pointy, ya know?”

“Thank you. Is this ok or…”

Bug asked in a hushed voice, holding a polite smile to the boy, shuffling closer. A fast nod and a ‘mhm’ was the response.

If they were being honest, they were afraid of speaking any louder than a whisper for fear that it would crack.

It was a bit tense at first. The two flustered beings adjust every so often to find a more comfortable spot. After a while of Bugs' head accidentally bumping Timmy's chin and a stray spikey scale jabbing into their side, the blanket heap soon started to laugh.

It was nearly uncontrollable the more they held in their laughter. Hands clasped over their mouths as the pair snickered, shy glances were shared between them that only fueled even more giggles from them both. It was just so amusing and unbelievable that they were this close. So close and yet it felt…nice.

After what felt like ages, silence finally reigned in the house. Save for the occasional clank of pots in the kitchen, the billowing wind that whistled across the window sill every so often and the low roar of the fireplace that soothed the duo from their incessant laughter.

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In the kitchen, the croc sat, flipping through the yellow parchment of his sketchbook, looking over his drawings and small doodles idly.

After reaching the end of the not-so-numerous pages of art, he lets out a deep sigh. He tiredly leaned his head to the side, spying on the older man as he continuously stirred the simmering pot.

He sniffs.

“Ay Bo, How much time we got left on the gumbo?”

Bodie sets down the wooden ladle, shutting the pot and grabs a rag, wiping his hands and throwing a bright smile towards the crocodilian.

“It's just ‘bout done now. You think you can grab Tim-Tim and the water bug while I plate ‘dis?”

Marco nodded, a small ‘yup’ being heard as he slowly raised his arms in the process, letting out a heavy yawn and smiled a lazy smile. Rising from his chair, he sets his sketch on the table and strides towards the living room, looking over his shoulder to look at Bodie, snickers heard in his voice.

“You think they're still awake? I wouldn't be surprised if they're out cold already.”

“Even still, they need to eat. I'm sure they'll come runnin’.”

By the time Bodie finished his reply, Marco had already reached the entrance to the living area, pausing for a moment at the lack of noise coming from the room.

His interest grew exponentially as he peered into the area, seeing an odd lump on the wooden floor, leaning against one of the nearby chairs and seemingly…snoring?

The curiosity that had grown soon turned into a cheeky grin as he got closer, finally discovering what exactly had happened.

Marco allowed a gentle chuckle out as Timmy moved, watching as the boy moved to press further into the warmer human, Bug reciprocating the action and exhaling gently.

“What y'all doin’ in here? Foods ready and it's gon’ start gettin' cold if y'all waste anymore ti-”

A quick hand slaps onto Bodie's mouth before he can finish the sentence, Marco crossed the room in the blink of an eye to do so, eyes widened and a smirk plastered on his face as he makes a motion with his head towards the sleeping floor pile.

Bodie doesn't stay puzzled for long, eyes following the younger man’s movement. The grin that breaks free from Marcos's grip is beaming as he looks at the pair. The skinny man lets out a gentle laugh at the expression on his friends face, holding back his first instinct to wake the spikey lizard by yanking the blanket off him.

“Now what, bog boss? Wanna wake em’ up?”

Bodie shook his head softly, still staring at the sleeping boy and his water bug, a small sense of pride exploding in his chest.

“Nah, give im’ a couple more minutes. They look all comfy and cozy, so we'll just…warm up their food later.”

The gator man turns back into the light of the kitchen, grabbing his bowl and starts in on his dinner, Marco following close behind as he lets himself take another look, trying to commit the scene to memory as he finds his sketch once more and jots down something in a hurry.

He couldn't wait until the two finally woke up as he happily ate his food, keeping an ear out for when they woke up and realized the position they were in.

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Soooooo yeah what y'all think?

Wanna take a guess on who my favorite character is???

I had no idea on where to post this so I'm choosing my Tumblr until I get the gumption to share the doc.

[moongirldreamer]

….and because I’m feeling extra self indulgent. Could we have more headcanons about your mermaid au? Because I freaking love it and want to dive (pun intended) deep into that universe! 🖤 happy self indulgent sunday!!

Aw I'm so glad you like my fever dream turned fic idea 😂 I had fun frantically googling random facts and listening to my fic inspired playlist writing this thank you for requesting this since Sunday....

Lightkeeper!Eddie x Siren!reader headcannons :)

Ex Merchant Sailor Eddie Munson is looking for a quiet life after his short lived life at sea. It was less romantic than he imagined sailing the open waves meant being marooned after storms, threat of scurvy, low rations, and taking orders instead of fending off pirates and drinking at every port.

With no family or prospects waiting for him back home he quit at the end of his 4th voyage. Settling down in the sleepy village of Leeside, but he couldn't continue ignoring the call of the sea. 

So when a light keeper position opened up, on account of the last keepers mysterious disappearance, he applied. Ignoring the locals warning of every keeper either going mad or disappearing completely, some say they filled their pockets with stones and walked into the sea unable to withstand the light of the tower others say the sea witch seduced them taking them into the depths to be devoured.

The sea witch, a legend passed down generations only having been seen by passing sailors and keepers driven far over the edge of sanity. Both giving fantastical recounts of a woman dancing casting shadows in the tower light or on the beach, piercing eyes that seem to cut through fog, smile sickly sweet and her voice honey sweetened salt water. 

His first week of isolation went by without problem, this is what they couldn't handle he thought a bit of quiet, but soon his quiet would be interrupted by singing? 

As he slept a voice crept into his dreams, singing a song of the sea, gently it soothed the aches from his bones and he slipped further into sleep.

Days later a woman would appear on the doorstep of his tower, heaving large breaths, drenched, gown sticking to her skin. Crying over her lost family, victims of the sea, only she managed to escape the riptide by staying afloat on a piece of debris. “Thank goodness the tide took pity on me and brought me to your light. I dont think i had much longer out there in those cold, unforgiving waves” 

Are these headcannons or did i just write the first draft of the first chapter lol

[alexiethymia]

excerpt from the next chapter of realization

Momo had always loved the snow. 

She loved how the world would suddenly be covered in a pristine white blanket when it snowed in Jurinan, the delicate and beautiful snowflakes, and most importantly, she loved diving into it, spreading her arms wide as she looked up at the vast, cloudless sky. 

“Stupid bedwetter, get inside already. Don’t blame me if you get a cold because you were playing around hardly wearing anything.”

Momo half-turned to face her childhood friend and grinned. She called back cheerfully, “You know I hardly get sick, Shiro-chan!” 

Shiro-chan scoffed. “That’s because idiots don’t get colds.” 

“Mou,” she pouted. Really, Shiro-chan could be a bit mean sometimes. And anyway, he wasn’t one to talk. At least Momo was wearing her hanten, scarf, and waraji. Shiro-chan was only wearing a scarf baa-san wound tightly around him, thrice around his small neck as if it would be enough protection since he’d ventured out in only his yukata and geta. 

Neither she nor Shiro-chan were really affected by the cold the way other people were. That was why even in the coldest of gales where their breaths would come out of wisps, they could still go out and play while the other children and adults stayed inside. Shiro-chan was already cold although Momo was careful not to say it out loud lest she hurt him. Not that he would let it show. He’d just shrug but Momo would know anyway. 

What she means though is that Shiro-chan’s touch was just a touch cooler than anyone else’s. On one of those rare times she’d been sick, Shiro-chan had hesitated before putting his hand on her forehead. She’d gasped and he’d snatched his hand away as if she’d burned him, but she’d hastily grabbed his arm to keep his hand on her head. She sighed in relief. It was better than the wet cloth that had been used to cool her down. Shiro-chan’s touch was like a drop of spring water. 

Momo loved summers, the watermelons and the fireworks all, but although she didn’t hate the heat as much as Shiro-chan, she had a habit of hugging him close during the hottest days. It was only a short relief though because he’d immediately scramble out of her grasp. 

“Idiot! It’s already hot. And you especially, make it even hotter.” 

She pouted. It wasn’t Momo’s fault her natural temperature ran higher than most. 

“I’ll return the favor,” she promised, “You can hug me too when it gets colder in winter!”

She must have held onto him longer than she thought for she noticed him burning up and sweating, before once again spewing insults and shouting that he wouldn’t since he didn’t get cold anyway. 

But sometimes he’d get her some shaved ice when the heat got so bad that she could only lie down, and when she sat nearer than usual while they ate watermelon, he’d grumble silently but didn’t push her away. 

He never took her up on her offer though, only consenting when baa-san was between them and the both of them would huddle on either side of her, sometime with a blanket over the three of them. 

Momo loved the snow because she thought it was perfect for her. If Shiro-chan didn’t get cold, Momo only felt warm lying down in the snow. It was perhaps strange that something so cold could feel so warm to her, it was like she was enveloped in an endless blanket. She felt safe and protected. 

It was also why she couldn’t help but keep on ruffling Shiro-chan’s hair even as he scowled and told her to cut it out. She’d been expecting that his hair would be spiky like a lion’s mane or an angry hedgehog, but his hair had been the softest thing that she’d ever touched. He hated its color because it set him apart from everyone else, but Momo had always thought that that was what made it beautiful. 

Perhaps touched with a burst of impatience, Shiro-chan drew nearer to where she was lying down and making wide arcs with her arms and legs. “What the heck are you doing anyway?”

She smiled brightly at him as she answered, “Snow angels!”

From her place below, she could him raise a brow in confusion. Nonplussed, she mused, “I wonder if shinigami-san are like angels. I mean they save souls and bring them to Soul Society after all.” 

Shiro-chan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, one over the other. “They’re death gods. They don’t save anyone, and this isn’t heaven.”

Momo only smiled at him, as he looked back at her confused. What she wouldn’t tell him was that even if this wasn’t heaven, she found him or perhaps would it be better to say that he found her? Either way, it was good enough for her. She says instead, “Maybe you’re right. Shinigami-san are black and angels are white. Shinigami-san also don’t have wings and you can’t be an angel without wings,” she nodded decisively before laughing light and free at the look of exasperation on Shiro-chan’s face.  

Before he could say anymore though, she pulls him into the snow with her. Spluttering, he looks mad as he glares at her before smirking and launching a snowball into her unsuspecting face. 

That past conversation drifts in and out across the years as that little boy who had shot snowballs at her eventually grew to become a shinigami captain, cloaked in white and valiant wings of ice gliding and slicing across the cloudless sky. 

She’s lying down once more, but this time she’s battered and broken, as she stares up at the sky. It’s snowing once again, but this time he’s the one making it snow and bloom deadly flowers. 

It’s beautiful.

Suddenly she’s in his arms and though she feels mind-numbingly cold, the kind that freezes her blood (she’s never felt this cold before), all she sees is breaking wings (in time with her heart). In the dimming light, she spies snowflakes in his eyes but they do not fall. 

Dazedly, she wants to ask, ‘Angel-san, why are you crying?’, but the shadows overcome the light and she is no more. 

Another scene, another image, and she is once again in his arms after being thrown about like a ragdoll in the wind. She is there, safe and secure, as Hitsugaya-kun slows down their fall with the even tempo of his wings. 

“Hinamori, are you alright?”

In reply, she smiles, and only draws closer seeking warmth. 

“I’m fine. Thank you, Shiro-chan.”

[knownangels]

canoe

It’s nothing. It really is. It’s nothing.

Benji repeats this mantra, again and again, as he ties and unties the red checkered flannel around his hips. Head tilted and brow furrowed, he stares at himself. Really, it doesn’t matter what he wears — it’s nothing. Nothing important, nothing special, nothing to get excited over. 

Except, as he contemplates himself into a mental rut, something traitorous rises up and tells him: maybe it is. Maybe he should get excited. Maybe he should get his hopes up. Because there was something he was trying to push down. Something squirming in the general area of his stomach — not butterflies, not just yet, but moving like it wanted to be. 

Or, no. That big, flattering smile was at the prospect of getting out on the water at all. Benji had seen the sports counselor excited before, wading waist-deep to chastise and “save” a camper who spluttered and laughed in the shallow end. Excited as he took a dare to dive into the lake, at the boozy parties the counselors tended to throw when everyone else had turned in. Excited when the sky opened up, Benji watching from the safe, dry interior of the medic cabin as he led a parade of kids out to stomp in mud and then hurriedly scurry back inside when the thunder cracked too close. 

Xavier must have grown up near water. He liked it. He couldn’t possibly like Benji; they barely knew each other. It would be nothing. It was nothing.

*

It’s something that first night Xavier drags a canoe from the shed down the sloping bank, Benji trailing after him with a smoke between his lips. It feels like fucking something, to watch him carefully balance it and glance over his shoulder and hold out a hand. It’s so something that Benji stumbles into the canoe without help, because the brush of skin seems too much. A wall he can’t even force himself to climb, for fear of what sits at the other side beneath dangling feet. 

He pretends not to notice the pout his cold shoulder earns. Pretends not to see a bit of that excitement seep out of Xavier to leave an ichorous puddle alongside the silt of the shore. As they shove off towards the center of the glassy black lake, Benji pretends not to look at his face cut and carved by moonlight, either. That feels like something, too. And if it’s something —

It can’t be nothing. 

*

The second, third, and fourth times aren’t nothing, either. For a solid week, it becomes their habit. No — more a ritual. Benji’s last group of campers doesn’t shuffle out of the barn until six. By then, they’re all tired from a long day of fun, ears ringing and voices sore from all the music they throw themselves into. They complain and whine about being hungry, being tired, being bored of songs (even though they never are). And the only reason Benji is patient enough to withstand fourteen childish voices whinging at him is because for the past four nights, Xavier has been right on time. 

Five past, a knock on the barn door. Benji pauses from packing up some of the instruments into their protective cases and casts a glance over his shoulder. 

“S’open.”

“I knew that.” Xavier says cheerfully, strolling into the low-lit barn with that signature grin. His fists are tucked into either side pocket of a camp branded sweatshirt, because there’s no room for pockets in his pants. Well — he hasn’t got much by way of pants. They’re shorts, really, and Benji’s not looking at them. Hasn’t been looking at them. Or his pale fucking thighs, either, really he’s not even sure how somebody stays that color out in the sun as he is, but Xavier never really seems to tan only freckle more and Benji —

Benji shakes his head. He laughs, too. “Sorry. Head’s all over the place today.”

Xavier lopes across the empty space of the barn — updated with acoustic foam and fairy lights, an old standing piano in the corner wheeled in courtesy of the camp’s psychologist on a favor — to sway before Benji. With his messy mop of hair, he looks like a reedy cat tail. Benji finds himself smiling at that mental image, Xavier’s head poking out of the water, green eyes dancing all mischievous. 

“Wanna guess what can clear it?”

“Smoke break.” Benji says, feigning seriousness just so he’ll get a glimpse of that dramatic, annoyed pout. “Kidding, mate. Haven’t got enough on me for a ferry ride, though.”

The look disappears in favor of that soft little grin. Xavier taps his chin. “Hm. Well—“ he drags out the word in a sing-song, doing a two-step stride around Benji as he finishes closing up a xylophone case. “Okay. I’ll give you a discount. But only this one time. And only for you.”

He ducks his head to avoid betraying the weird, embarrassing blush that earns. “Free rides, huh? Won’t make any money in the canoe business that way, lettin’ people mooch.” 

“I’m not letting people mooch.” Xavier says, rapping a knuckle against a drum that Benji hasn’t gotten to yet. It thump-thunks pleasantly. “I’m letting you mooch.”

It’s not nothing — but Benji’s so fucking scared to think of it as something.

*

Turns out he does a fair bit more of mooching than just their usual ride out to the center of the lake. Xavier unzips his hoodie (slowly, in a way that confuses him and makes his mouth dry) to reveal two stashed beers tucked into the inside. Benji retrieves them, fingers trailing over the cool, condensation-wet material of his shirt for maybe a second too long.

“You’re after something.” Benji accuses teasingly, although the words sound wrong the second they leave his mouth. Bitter. Like how a mouth feels, tastes after getting sick. A tang of something foul and nasty. He regrets it immediately, but the joke goes over normal for his companion.

They spend time, as they usually do, chatting mindlessly. Benji has told him so much in the four short hour-long trips they’ve taken this week. He knows so much of Xavier. Mostly, gossip about other counselors, because Xavier has such an adorably unapologetic knack for spreading it. But Benji knows about his sisters, his friends back home, a bit of Lark’s family problems because Xavier wants to be supportive and give advice but isn’t quite sure where to start. 

Benji shares, too. More than he has with someone that isn’t Maran or his own sister. He tells Xavier things he hasn’t even mentioned to Xavier. And holds, very close to his chest, some things that he’s been reminded of their past few visits. 

What do you want from me? He thinks, watching Xavier lean back in the canoe. The motion jostles them slightly, but not enough to threaten an upturn into the smooth, shiny water. Not even enough to bother, really. Because he looks frankly stunning at night, all the color of him washed with a dark blue tinge. 

What do you want, because it’s never just this? If it’s something — I might give it to you. It might hurt. Fuck, it’ll hurt, because this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten caught up, you might have heard. Have you heard any of that? Hope not.

Xavier talks and talks, movements of his jaw and throat making Benji guilty for drawing his gaze so specifically. He trails a hand off the side of the boat, pinky coasting through the water as they drift in lazy circles. The other holds his beer bottle, kept cool submerged up to the neck in lake water. Both his legs are over the side, too. Waterlaps up to his knees, and the canoe isn’t so large that Benji isn’t close; he can see the prickle of goose flesh over pale skin and wants to touch. 

Instead, he pulls off his own jumper and tosses it over Xavier’s chest.

He breaks off his sentence abruptly, something about the art counselor gone off in the woods, coming back with mushrooms she innocently insisted everyone try.

Xavier glances down at the jumper. Spreads a wet palm over it, brow pinched in confusion.

“I already have my hoodie?”

“You look cold.” Benji says, tucking into himself with a fist under his chin. He looks off over the stretch of the lake, past the far west bank and up to the smattering of trees and the massive hill off in the distance. The moon rises just over the rounded, capping it like a massive glowing nightlight in the sky. “Fuckin’ hell, man. Just put it on.”

Xavier sits up abruptly and does so, both hands working the sweater over his mop of red hair. Only once it’s on, his eyes unblinking as they stare at Benji, do they both realize he’s just — well, just fucking let go of his bottle into the lake. 

They both peer over the edge of the canoe, and then Benji falls back with a snorting laugh as the bubbles rise dramatically to the surface and pop pop pop.

“Not funny!” Xavier snickers, hand over his mouth. The sweater is tucked around his knuckles. He swipes Benji’s own bottle from his hand and knocks the rest of it back in one go, pausing to hiccup and then laugh again and go a bit pink and fuck is he cute. 

“You littered.” 

A figure in his peripheral catches both their attention; humanoid, it appears suddenly as a dot on the far horizon, at the top of the hill. Backed by the massive harvest moon’s glow, it looks eerie. Ethereal. 

“What — holy shit, what is that? Did one of the kids —?”

“That’s her then. Mother Nature.” Benji makes his eyes wide and serious. He points into the rippling water, towards the bottom of the lake, and glances over the side. “Oooh. Come to get revenge.”

“Don’t.” Xavier warns, his voice tight. Benji’s head snaps back towards him. He looks scared, bottom lip between his teeth and eyes wide. “Oh, fuck. Don’t even joke. What— who is that? I didn’t realize anyone was that far out here.” 

“We’ll go find out? Bit of a night hike.” Benji lifts one of the oars from the bottom of the canoe. “Just go n’ask. Hey, are you the vengeful spirit of the earth, here to enact punishment on litterers?”

“You’re being an asshole,” Xavier whispers, and sounds so serious about it Benji pauses. He drops the canoe and holds up his hands, then leans across to spread them over Xavier’s forearms.

“Mate, m’sorry, okay? I’m only fuckin’ with you. I know — listen, s’my friend. They live, like, a few kilometers out. On this big ranch. Their parents — well, reason Maran and I ‘ave the job, yeah? I promise. Look. They bring stuff in from outside that the admins don’t want us gettin’. Like cigs for me n’Ben, yeah? Proper smugglin’ like. Xavier, trust me. I’m letting you in on the secret. Even got a signal.”

Benji stands, somehow ignores the shaky grip of massive hands around his ankles to keep him steady as the canoe rocks. He lifts both arms above his head to form an O; the figure on the hill pauses a moment, then mirrors it. He waves afterwards. 

“See? My mate. I’m sorry, Xavier, okay? Don’t pout at me anymore.” 

“You owe me a replacement beer.” Xavier says, still pouting. There’s a little twinkle back to his sharp gaze, though, and Benji counts that a victory. “Maybe two.” 

“A’right, two.” His mouth starts to curl in a grin, and when Xavier opens (obviously to negotiate further) his own he holds up a finger. “Ah-uh. Two maximum. Don’t keep trying t’finesse me.” 

“Don’t keep falling for it.” Xavier responds cheekily, making Benji suck his teeth in annoyed respect. 

*

The trip back to the shore goes smoothly, although they keep their voices down to a quiet chatter. It’s late enough that somebody in security will be making rounds; they see the little golden dot of a lantern through the trees before it goes abruptly out. When it does, they make a hushed, giggling sprint towards the storage shed. Working together, they manage to get the canoe back in place at the top of the rack in near-silence. 

“Celebratory?” Benji asks, fishing his pack from a pocket and holding it up. 

“You live in my brain, dude,” Xavier sighs.

As he reaches for the pack in Benji’s hand, something in the woods snaps a twig. Or a branch, by the fucking crack of the sound. It echoes a bit through the trees. Benji’s brows snap up into his hairline. 

“Fat fuckin’ deer, that,” he teases after a moment, wanting to wipe away the look of startled fear on Xavier’s face.

And it works. Xavier snorts, and then he laughs. Then he’s properly wheezing, his hands on Benji’s shoulders to steady himself. It sounds a bit nervy, like the figure on the hill still was spooking him and only just now has the discomfort abated. Benji feels guilty.

Benji feels — 

Something. When Xavier finishes that gorgeous, contagious sound, there are little beads of amused tears in his eyes. And his nose is red; maybe from the laughing, maybe from the chilly night air. Benji sways forward, entranced, and of course that’s the exact moment Xavier pulls away and turns to lean against the canoe rack. He slides slowly to the ground, fingers lacing through fringe as he shakes his head. 

“Oh my fucking God. You’re so lame. That wasn’t even funny.” He huffs again. “Holy shit, I’m jumpy.”

“It was kind of funny, c’mon.”

“No.” Xavier insists, tilting his chin to stare upwards. It’s the only time Benji’s had some sort of height on him. It makes his stomach flip. “No, it really wasn’t.”

“You laughed so hard at it, though?” Benji says, sinking to his knees next to Xavier’s sat figure. “You properly fucking snorted over it, mate.” 

Xavier shakes his head wordlessly, green eyes sparkling with challenge as he sticks to his guns. Stubborn fucking bastard, Benji thinks fondly. Keeping the bit going. 

Before he knows what he’s doing, Benji reaches up to cup Xavier’s cheek in a cool palm. There’s a bit of dirt on his palm from the way he slid to the ground, from handling the canoe. A little streak glances over Xavier’s chin from his thumb. Both of them have stopped breathing. Benji’s vision buzzes a little at the edges; the soft, mindless excitement of touching someone always does that to him. Of being touched. Which he is — Xavier’s hand has drifted up to wrap around his wrist. Not pushing or pulling away, but just touching. 

“Are you — did that beer get to you?”

Xavier laughs, eyes squinting. “No, dude. You’ve seen me do a keg stand.”

“You fell over.” 

“I looked so fucking cool for like, five whole seconds though.”

His nose is still red. Benji leans forward and touches their foreheads together. He hears the hitch of breath, and he isn’t sure who it belongs to. Whose lungs it leaves; he’s sane about that, the unknowing. Their noses brush, and Xavier winces a little from the contact with the sore bridge, so Benji — 

Benji adjusts, chin tucked, to nudge his cheek and bring their mouths together. 

It’s more than something. Definitely not fucking nothing. Especially when he slings a knee over Xavier’s thigh to settle into the warmth of his lap, long legs tucked. When he cradles either side of a freckled face as they kiss. Xavier makes a soft noise into the even softer meld of their mouths, and that’s all it takes for it not to be soft anymorre. Benji’s lips part. A tongue teases against his. Then, also before he knows it, he’s being tasted so thoroughly he starts panting. They’re kissing properly now, fast and needy with breath heavy and shared. And he’s panting. A big hand winds up his shoulder, catches over the thread-bare edge of his t-shirt, and winds into his hair. 

It feels so good Benji groans and forces himself away, eyes shut for a moment and lips pressed together as he gathers himself. 

“I haven’t —“

His eyes snap open.

“Done that before?” Benji asks, unable to keep the note of incredulous horror out of the question. “Fuckin’ hell, man. Please tell me I didn’t steal that in a dusty shack, of all places.” 

Xavier swallows, his eyes seemingly stuck to Benji’s mouth as he talks. He shakes his head and the connection of their gazes then is almost too much. Benji feels like buzzing out of his fucking skin. 

“No, I just — not with. Like.” His calloused hands trail up Benji’s thighs, dip slightly under his shirt. Benji arches into the touch, sighs when warm palms wrap his ribs to settle on his back, between skin and fabric. “Um. Another guy? You.”

You.

Something crashes loose in Benji’s chest. It rattles and rocks and settles in his gut, heavy with fear and arousal alike. He feels guilty for the latter, bitter about the former. He tries to temper the emotions, but something must show; Xavier looks anxious all of a sudden. 

Been here. Benji thinks, mulling the thoughts over. He can’t help but swipe a thumb over a pink, shiny bottom lip. Been here, haven’t I? Little summer side business before you go back to somebody soft and pretty, maybe? Happened before. Fuck, Xavier, please don’t do this to me.

But, Benji knows he does inevitably does it to himself. Every time. 

He leans forward and catches Xavier up in another slow burning kiss. Despite the alarm bells in his head, despite the anxiety of this maybe being just like the last. They kiss until the moon starts to dip low, and then they talk a bit more after that and kiss and talk and Benji tries, really, not to think of Xavier like those past experiences, but it’s a pattern hard to break.

He’d like to — because it doesn’t seem like nothing when Xavier tilts his head back with that soft, excited grin (the same, he thinks, as when he’d offered to take Benji out on the water). 

[ethereousdelirious]

I caught a cold 🤧 now it really is Sicktember

Sicktember 2023 Day 29

Prompt: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Fandom: Po.kémon

Characters: V.olkner, Fli.nt

Notes: The medication referenced is pseudoephedrine. Turns out there's a reason they make m.eth out of that stuff 😬

Also this is a totally random little detail but I had Vo.lkner and Fl.int swap O.ctillery and Lo.punny for literally no reason at all. I got their teams mixed up and was like "eh, fuck it. tradesies"

Volkner better not have been dead. That would have been a real bummer.  Not to mention inconvenient, because Flint had been talking a big game in the Fight Area and he couldn't kick as much Ace Trainer butt without his trusty partner in crime.

Sighing, he tossed Infernape's Pokéball from hand to hand a few times. If the ferry had gotten a late start and Volkner was only just now out on the water, he wouldn't have any cell service.

But still...

Flint whipped his phone out and flipped it open, staring at the keypad. Maybe he should…

His phone buzzed and Volkner's face popped up on the screen accompanied by his custom ringtone. Flint hit the button to answer. "Yo, Shotgun! I was just about to call you. What's up?"

Volkner's tinny, congested voice cut through the static. "I overslept and missed the ferry. Next one's not for another half— h-half— its'SKH!"

"You okay, dude?" Volkner had mentioned earlier that he was getting over a cold, but he sure didn't sound like he was over anything.

Volkner gave a congested sigh that crackled over the cell connection. "Guh. Yeah. Sorry. Ih'SCHK!"

"I thought you said your doctor prescribed you something."

"He did, but it's, uh. Uhh, it's a whole thing, you know? Anyway. I'm— Hm, I'll see you soon. Don't battle anyone without me."

"Okay, man." Flint made no effort at keeping the concern out of his voice. Volkner was acting weird. Since when did he talk so much?

Flint flipped his phone shut and tucked it back in his pocket. "Don't battle anyone, huh?" he said to Infernape's Pokéball.

Great, that only left him with 40 minutes to kill and nothing to do. It was an awkward amount of time to try to get over to the Resort Area and back in time to meet Volkner at the docks and he couldn't go exploring without risking a battle with someone. And Volkner would know if he battled anyone and never let him hear the end of it.

With a sigh, Flint set off to find a café.

While the Battle Zone was short of amenities, there were a few restaurants and cafés sprinkled throughout, albeit with an obvious bias for the Resort Area.

For lack of options, Flint found himself in a dingy café that looked more like a dive bar, with salt-blurred windows and a deck that overlooked the sea. After a few minutes spent contemplating the menu, Flint ordered a milk tea with tapioca pearls and went outside to lean against the railing and watch the waves.

By the time the ferry reached the dock, Flint had migrated down to the water and started launching tapioca pearls from his straw for Octillery to catch. A few Magikarp came up to nibble at the pearls Octillery dropped, but they scattered when the ferry's wake began to churn the water.

Flint got to his feet and stretched, recalling Octillery with a smile and a wink.

Volkner was one of the first passengers to disembark the ferry, which was weird. He even waved at Flint instead of rolling his eyes.

"Hey, shotgun!" Flint pulled him in for a side hug. "How's Lopunny treating you?"

Volkner cracked his neck and shook himself. "I'm still trying to figure out how to make the most of her," he said, and every word buzzed with impenetrable congestion. His hands roamed as he talked, rubbing the bridge of his nose, running through his hair, fidgeting with his clothing.

Flint looked him over properly, long and slow. Volkner was acting jumpier than a Spoink (heh, that was a good one). Despite the sunlight, his dilated pupils reduced the brilliant blue of his irises to a mere sliver. He had said something about a prescription, hadn't he?

"IH'schuh!"

"Volkner. Are you okay?"

Volkner rolled his eyes, scrubbing at his nose with his fingertips. "So you know how I caught that cold last week? Well, I went to the doctor because I couldn't hear anything and he said it was my..." Volkner screwed up his face. "I don't know, something with my ears, so he prescribed me this medication that was supposed to help, and it kind of does, but the trade off is this." He gestured to himself and the jittery ball of nerves he'd become. "And on top of all that, I'm still... s-still— ih'SKXT! Unh. Sneezing."

Well. That explained a lot. "Man, I don't think I've ever heard you talk this much before," Flint said, smiling.

"Don't get used to it." Volkner sniffed and blinked hard. "Are we doing this or— or, uhh… hhhIH'TSCHK!"

"No, buddy," Flint said, catching Volkner by the shoulder to keep him from stumbling. "I think we're not doing this."

"Flint…"

"And I think you need to talk to your doctor about those meds. Have you been taking challengers like this?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Volkner glared, but in his usual, 'not actually irritated' way. "Since somebody took away my toolbox and told me I'm not allowed to remodel my Gym for another year."

"Hey, man, it was that or an official reprimand from the Board."

"Oh, please— IH'SXT! They can't fire me."

Flint stuck his hands in his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet. It was good to see that Volkner's confidence hasn't wavered, but he was clearly in no shape to battle. He needed to rest, something his medication obviously made it impossible to do. No wonder he hadn't gotten any better. Was he even sleeping?

"...Can they?" Volkner's voice cut through the smoke in Flint's head.

"Huh?"

"You got all quiet."

"Oh!" Flint bounced on his toes again and smiled. "I'm just worried about you, shotgun."

"Well, how about stop worrying about me and start worrying about battling? I didn't come here just to be fussed over."

"Aw." Flint forced his smile to widen into a shit-eating grin and took Volkner by the wrist. "It's cute that you think you can control that, hotshot."

Volkner let himself be manhandled back up to the café, though the lines of tension in his body suggested that he was more than ready to tear his arm out of Flint's grip and sprint away into the wilds. He really must have been feeling bad, or at least pretty disoriented.

"Why don't you get yourself a tea or something?" Flint said, passing over a laminated menu. He'd sat Volkner down by a table with a view of Stark Mountain and now they both stared at it, entranced by a plume of smoke emanating from one of the vents in the rocks.

Volkner looked down at the menu. "Bubble tea?"

"I was thinking more like something to help with that congestion," Flint, sitting down next to Volkner. "You sound really stuffed up."

"Impossible," Volkner said flatly, "I'm on medication for that."

"You're funny when you're like this," Flint said, reaching over to stop Volkner from compulsively scratching at his neck.

"Well, I hate it." Unable to fidget, Volkner squirmed in his seat. "I talk too much and I can't  stop chewing my nails and everything keeps startling me."

"You need to rest," Flint said, tilting his chair back on two legs and resting his hands on the back of his head. "Get some tea and let's sit for a while and watch Stark Mountain decide if it wants to kill us all."

Volkner sighed and rolled his eyes, but divested his hands from Flint's grip so he could pick up the menu. "Fine."

[bleedingheartstrings]

The Sea

I never did like the ocean much, but you changed that. When I saw you, I thought of the sea. Its cerulean waves nudging at the sand, tickling my toes at the water's edge. You were fresh and gentle and good. I fell in love with the way that you cherished the jellyfish dancing in your depths, and the gentle breeze seemed to whisper honeyed words into my ear. I felt so safe there, with my toes dipped in that I decided to dive in. I submerged myself in the cool tide and my heart was at peace.

I was content, floating on the gentle waves, looking up into the sky that lived inside your eyes. But the sea is never still for long, and soon the crashing waves enveloped me. I was drowning. But the scarce breaths of air that I stole kept me going. The memories of those gentle, safe waves and the hope that they would return to me one day was enough. Or so I thought. Your roughness took its toll on me. You left bruises on my waterlogged brain and salty kisses on my collarbone and I knew that this was not how it should be and yet, I still loved those cerulean waves.

But then you backed away. High tide was over and you drew farther and farther away from me, until even my toes were dry. And I was left with the promise, that you would be back, but you needed time to yourself. Because all of my thrashing had tired you out.

I was tired too, but my lungs craved the water that they had become so accustomed to being filled with. And my eyes could not cry me a new ocean, though you know how hard they tried.

Then one day, my lungs were clear and full of air, and there was sunshine dancing in my hair and I realized that I was okay without the sea's touch. And that realization made my mind want to claw itself to shreds. It broke the dam inside my eyes, and hot tears overflowed onto the parched sand that used to be your bed. You were my sea. I needed you. I was supposed to need you. I didn't want to live without loving you and your cerulean waves.

So I screamed and I cried, I fell out of myself trying to find you. Trying to find the love that had once filled my heart, the way your water had filled my lungs. I threw myself back into your depths, and even as my tears became a part of you, I pretended that this was fine. But you were done pretending. And so you pushed me gently back to the shore where I belonged.

And as you slipped away, the last remnants of those years of my life dripping from my hair, I began to search for the person I had lost, when I found you. The one who never would've let this happen to them. My shaking hands frantically combed through the sand, cutting themselves on the sharp rocks that littered your beach. When I finally found them, trailing footprints on your rocky shore, they had sand in their hair and water in their ears. But their ears could still hear their voice of reason, and so they far were more useful than mine. They took one look at my cold, shivering figure and let out a short, wry laugh. “I never did like the ocean much.”

[divinefireangel]

Make out Sessions with SF9 - Hard Ver.

As per multiple requests 👀. Hope y'all like it!

Warnings: Suggestive. Smut. Female anatomy. Sloppy kissing. Just go with it 😂. Choking. Youngbin's is highly inspired by Hannah 🤭. Extremely inaccurate description of wine? Cause I've never consumed any lmao. Sensual touching? Humping? Size kink for Ju? Strength kink for Seokwoo? Tbh idk what I'm doing lol

Everything under the cut!

Youngbin

You're both in the balcony, sipping on wine after a long tiring day, awaiting the weekend

Maybe it's the wine or the fact that you both are absolutely free for a whole day tomorrow, but something is just pulling you closer to him

And just like that, you straddle his thick thighs in the chair he's seated on 👀

Gulping you bite your lip, before leaning in to taste his

Of course due to the wine, his lips and tongue and saliva all taste like alcohol and his own flavour

He will pull you closer till your legs are bent at your knees and are resting against his sides comfortably and your heat is touching his crotch

He's also gonna be really loud, moaning into each kiss, breaking only to kiss your neck or jaw with closed eyes

His hands are sensually touching your back and breasts, just feeling you up and making your whine for more

Easily carries you to the bedroom for a night full of expected unexpected events

Inseong

Baby boy is so shocked when you kiss him with a lot of fervour

Takes a few seconds to realize what's happening lmao

But when he does, he will flush his chest against yours

Hands start to wander along the length of your back

And everytime he reaches the end of your back, he goes lower till he's able to cup your butt

Now you're shocked 😝

All this, while still kissing you senseless

His lips moulding with yours

Moans coming out from the both of you

Teeth pulling at your lips

Teeth clinking together

His tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth

When you give him the green light, gosh he will be ready to fuck you on the floor 🤭

Jaeyoon

Oh this one definitely tries to convert every innocent little kiss to a make out whenever you both are alone

And he knows you will give into his charm because he's cocky and we love to see it

It's instances when he's sitting on a chair in the kitchen while you cook or study and every time you get something right he gives you a congratulatory kiss

But after that last bit of preparation, when he does kiss you, his hands are on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin lightly as his lips move against yours

Pulls away when you're breathless and smirks that sexy smirk FUCK ME

Now of course, his hands move to cup your butt and pull you closer

Well he makes you sit on his lap while he's still in the chair

Holds your face in one palm before looking into your eyes and just dives in to your mouth

It as so messy but it's also so hot like????? How even does he do that lol

His tongue is more in your mouth than his, purposely drawing out moans and small surprised squeals from you and your sounds are sending electricity to his cock

Which then leads to your both dry humping each other till he just feels like he's had enough of this teasing and dramatically pushes your things off the table to fuck you on it 😉🤭

Dawon

Oh this fucker knows what he's doing but he'll act all cute so you can't even blame him 😣

And it's always things that shouldn't even affect you like feeling his hot breaths against your neck while his chest heaves on your back or his hands that slowly pull your pants a little lower IT'S NOT EVEN NOTICEABLE

But fuck he knows what he wants and he also knows he's convincing you

He's so happy when you huff in annoyance and just push him onto the bed after dragging him to the room

His smile disappears when you straddle his lap and pull him closer by his shirt

And he starts to lose his shit when you bite your lip and trace his facial features, looking at him with your bedroom eyes, lowering yourself till you feel his half hard cock

When you start to rub your clothed core against his, fuck he's even more desperate

Hands go to your hips to guide your movement

But before he can kiss you, you tilt your head back moaning so loud, making him whine to feel your lips

You give in easily lmao 💀

Grinding down harder and kissing him even harder only breaking to remove your clothes 🤤

Zuho

He's been cooped up in the studio for too long so it is fair if you go and make sure he isn't as stressed 😉

And so you do

You walk in to his studio wearing the cutest skirt you own

But he's so engrossed in work he doesn't notice :(

That's okay cause you remove your shoes and pull his chair out, abruptly sitting on his lap, your back to his chest

That's when he notices the skirt, and his fingers trace the hem slowly raising it up 👀

Groans looking at your cute panties and turns your face to his to give you a sweet kiss

Makes you stand to lean on the table facing him

So when he stands he can tower you and make you feel small

His fingers comb through your scalp till he can pull your head back suddenly and slowly kisses up from your neck to your lips as you breathe hard through your mouth

His lips meet yours with a lot of force, whimpers and moans flying out from you when he starts to move you up on the table

"Naughty kitten" and imagine that with his deep ass voice WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF 😭

Rowoon

It all starts with a boring movie, you in his lap, breathing into each other's mouth while kissing

Your hands pulling at his hair

His hands roaming your body, squeezing you ass or choking you or cupping your boobs over your his shirt

And you're just grinding your core against his, dizzying the both of you

Desperately attempting to feel some sort of relief

He will surely laugh cutely at your struggle

Then of course he uses his strength to pin you down and kiss you again

But this time he moves his kisses down from your lips to your core 😉

Being the playfully unfair lover he is, he moves back up to capture your lips

His fingers have other plans tho 👀

He feels you get wetter as he traces your folds over your shorts

While swallowing your moans and cries for more

Or if he's feeling generous he will kiss your neck, listening to your cute begs for more while fingering you

Yoo Taeyang

Okay he knows that you are loving his biceps so he will purposely flex them especially after his home workout

And I mean this sweaty well defined biceps like those in his cycling pics

Smirking he just tells you that he's gonna shower before you both can spend time knowing full well that you will not stay put in your place

When you enter the bathroom, the scene in front of you is heavenly

Water cascading down from his wet hair through his abs and down his legs 👀

"Took you long enough"

Chuckling in disbelief you shake your head while undressing cause you'd be a fool to miss out

Climbing into the shower you push him onto the wall, pressing your chest to his and scratching his back while getting on your toes

Cupping your face he kisses you, pulling you both under the water coming from the shower

Your kiss is a mix of his and your salivas and the shower water, it's messy and desperate but you can't care when you feel his dick come to life against your stomach

Without further teasing he picks you up and fucks you in the shower as you clutch onto him harder every time his cock brushes your g-spot

Hwiyoung

Poor thing all he wanted was a relaxing bath till you entered

Stripping yourself, you enter the tub, sitting on his lap facing him and his shocked expression

He becomes a little less shocked when he, well his dick feels how wet you are lmao

Bringing one dripping hand out of the warm water he freely moves it from your cheek, down to your thigh but making sure to wet your neck and tweak your nipple in the process

Clenching your thighs hesitantly at the cold air you felt wherever he touched you, you moan with your eyes closed

Gulping he moves both his hands to your neck to pull you flush against him as he connects your lips together

His hands feel up your back

His kisses needy, muffling both of your moans while you wait for his cock to charge up 🤭

Chani

He didn't have the intention of making you weak in the knees

But fuck how can you not go weak when your boyfriend is so hot

Legit all he did was pulling his shirt off with one hand, skillfully

And that made you pull him into bed with you

Your legs trapping his left leg, grinding your needy core against his thigh

Chest pressed flush on his

Hands slightly scraping the skin on his back

Lips attached to his moist ones

His hands slowly hiking up your shirt to touch your soft skin

Tbh he can't take this for too long

So he flips you onto your back and climbs between your legs, a teasing smirk plastered on his face

And his even more teasing fingers tracing your skin up from your knee, over your thighs, stomach, chest till it reaches your throat, tilting your head up so he can pepper small lovebites on you

Places a bruising kiss on your lips till your eyes are rolling back from the foreplay itself

SF9 Masterlist

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hi, I have an idea for Chishiya if it's okay! He have something going on with Kuina's friend, and after she didn't came back from a game everyone thought that she died, but she actually just left (she didn't want to become too attached to Chishiya maybe?) and 1 month later the militants found her and Chishiya is rather cold toward her because she left him without saying anything. Happy ending if possible, please

Thanks for requesting, here you go. Enjoy! 🥰

Home | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Niragi)

Summary: You run away from the beach, but soon were found by the militants again. Chishiya, your closest companion, is mad when you return for not saying anything.

Warning: mention of sexual harassment, swearing, grieving, heavy angst

Word Count: 4.8k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if the ending is a bit cliché, but I really enjoyed writing this one!

“I’m so sick of this shit Kuina. She’s gone. What the hell do we do now?”

Chishiya and Kuina sat on the top roof of The Beach. Their legs were dangling over the edge, above the groups of people who sang their hearts out over the loud music. They couldn’t be down there themselves, not that night.

“It’s so unfair,” Chishiya grumbled, rubbing his stained eyes with his hands. “I hate how everyone just moves on like nothing happened.”

Kuina sniffled, trying to control her runny nose as she listened to Chishiya’s pained words. “Look Chish, it was going to happen to one of us three at some point, it just happened to be Y/N.” Kuina tried to keep her voice stable, but the occasional voice crack gave away her sadness.

“Yes I know, but it still hurts so fucking bad.”

You hadn’t returned from your game. You hadn’t returned back to Chishiya and Kuina. You hadn’t returned home.

*******

“Oi Y/N! Slow the hell down!”

You heard Kuina yell out to you from down the hall. You laughed at her desperate attempt to catch up while Chishiya walked at his own pace watching you guys.

“Why are we suddenly having a race?! We have all day to get down to the pool!” Kuina called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face her. “I want to get down there before the sun comes out and everyone wakes up! Don’t you want to have it just for us three for a while?”

“I suppose so,” Kuina breathed out heavily.

Chishiya’s lips pulled up into a smile as he watched you too bicker. “Oi you two. Be quiet. People in these halls are still sleeping,” he said.

Kuina turned to Chishiya and pulled a mocking bored face towards him. “Well you’re fun this morning,” she muttered in a sarcastic tone.

All three of you made your way to the pool on the bottom floor of The Beach, tripping and shoving each other playfully while giggling. You hardly ever did this together, because Chishiya always slept until noon, so you were excited about having the pool to yourselves before the sun came up.

When you reached outside, your chatters and the sound of your bare feet on the pavement broke the silence of the night. You hoped that Hatter kept the windows closed to his suite because you knew if you woke him up he would come down and beat your asses for being awake so early.

You looked over towards the pool that was still lit up with underwater neon blue lights from the night before. You’d think that they would shut all the lights off at least to save a bit of electricity, but apparently not.

Kuina had thrown her towel down carelessly on a nearby deck chair and was now chasing after Chishiya, who powered his short legs to try and escape her.

“Chishiya you’re going in the pool! You can’t chicken out forever!” she yelled as she caught up to him and wrapped her strong arms around his waist.

You could tell the years of martial arts training paid off for Kuina as she lifted Chishiya into her arms like he weighed nothing. “Bitch, put me down! I don’t want to go in the pool! Why is that such a crime!?”

You doubled over in laughter as Kuina held the cat-like blonde in her arms, him squirming more violently as she got to the side of the pool.

“Goodbye!” she yelled and dropped him into the pool. His screaming cut off as he was submerged into the water. You walked over and placed your stuff down, listening to Kuina and Chishiya bickering in the background.

It was a shame that you were planning on walking out on these guys. But in a world like this, the bad moments really outweighed the good ones.

“Alright you’re next!” you heard behind you, making you snap out of your short daze.

“Wait, no!” you bellowed as Kuina repeated the same thing she did with Chishiya. This time, it was his turn to laugh at you.

“Jesus christ woman. The fuck got you so lively this morning?” you laughed at Kuina, who gracefully dived into the pool to tease you two.

You felt Chishiya tuck his chin on your shoulder gently, taking you by surprise. “I guess we got to act as happy as we can now. Our five day visa ends tonight.” Chishiya mumbled to you two.

The air around the three of you suddenly became stiff at the mention of the games. You lifted your hand and placed it on Chishiya’s damp hair. “It’s alright, it was a fun and relaxing five days while it lasted,” you said cheerfully.

“Don’t say that like as if you’re going to die,” Chishiya scolded you. “You won’t die, none of us three will.” He was trying to reassure himself that he would come back from his game with you all happy and healthy waiting in the lobby for him. He hoped for that exact reality every time he had to leave you to restore his visa. He panicked even when you were ten minutes later than usual. It was a constant battle with anxiety when it came to caring for you in a world like this.

But unfortunately, while Chishiya was willing to fight against the growing anxiety that came with loving you, you didn’t want anything to do with it.

You and Chishiya have been as tight as two peas in a pod since Kuina introduced you. Kuina and you happened to meet at a diamonds game that was further in the centre of the city which was where you appeared in the game. She was nice enough to take you back to The Beach, because she thought that your intelligence and gentle personality would be useful.

But the plan of using you for Kuina and Chishiya’s own personal gain went out the window when both of them built a strong connection with you. They tried so hard to stop it, but in the end, they decided to make you an addition to their little manipulative games with the others. A mysterious duo became a peculiar trio.

That’s when Chishiya began to notice other things he felt.

He began feeling an irrational attachment to you, always wanting to be around you and always wanting to make sure that you were safe. You began noticing his additional little quirks as well, as soon you both fell for each other, without the other knowing of course.

Kuina obviously knew, as she was incredibly observant. She always kept her mouth shut though, wanting to see the drama play out in front of her. It was entertaining at times.

“You two are cute,” she gushed at you and Chishiya, holding a cheeky smile on her face.

Chishiya tucked his face into your neck to hide his blush, but it only made your heart skip a beat. “Shut up,” he mumbled into your skin.

You sighed heavily as he kept his place there, snaking his arms around your waist. This was honestly normal. The closer you’ve gotten with Chishiya, the less shy he’s been to convey physical affection. You loved and hated it at the same time, because you knew the more he made your heart race, the harder it would be to leave him.

At times you thought you’d rather deal with his cold and untrustworthy personality, like how he was when he first met you. It was easier to dislike him then, but now that his real personality has shown through, you realized how good of a person he actually seemed to be.

Chishiya never became close to someone, because he knew it would be hard to pull away when he needed to use them for his own survival. So he’s just always chosen to keep everyone at a distance.

You on the other hand, you hadn’t fallen down the deep whole of caring fully for someone in this world, but you knew you were about to stumble off the edge.

While Kuina and Chishiya waited to renew their visas, you waited to run away from the stress of waiting for your friend’s potential deaths.

******

You, Kuina and Chishiya trudged down the steps that led to the lobby. Hatter had called everyone to meet there a few minutes ago to prepare for the games. Hearing the familiar bell ring throughout the so-called paradise made your heart weaken. It was calling you to your end, every single time.

The trio of you took your usual place towards the back of the lobby, leaning against the cement walls and looking over everyone’s heads. How weird it felt, that by the time you gathered here next, the number of people would reduce by a couple dozen. It made your stomach sink in remorse. You truly were nothing more than soldiers fighting a war that wasn’t your own.

You looked down at your own feet, beginning to feel guilty about your plan of running away. The people you would abandon, the friends who would miss you. And even they can’t come find you, but you knew it was for the best. For both you and them.

You felt something tickle your hand. You glanced your eyes down to see that it was Chishiya, trying to sneak his hand into yours as Hatter began his booming speech across the crowd. You looked up to the blonde’s face, but he was focused on Hatter. You smiled sadly and accepted his hand into yours, earning a soft squeeze from him.

Kuina placed her head on your shoulder, leaning closer towards you. It was as if they knew, and they were trying to get you to change your mind. You felt tears building up in your eyes, but quickly wiped them away with your hoodie sleeve before anyone noticed.

Damn. You were never going to forget them.

******

Chishiya sat in the leather lounge in the lobby. He had just arrived back from his spades game. Wasn’t too difficult, for him at least.

Only now he was stressing inside, leg bouncing up and down on the carpet quickly. He knew you wouldn’t return for a good while, but yet he always was worried about you. No matter the situation.

Niragi didn’t help the situation. He strolled over earlier with a few of his militant mates and roughed Chishiya up for a bit. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for their antics, so he didn’t fight back much. They eventually got bored and walked away.

There hardly was anyone in the lobby, it was strangely quiet.

Chishiya looked towards the entrance to the lobby where a small group of people just walked in from. He recognized them as the group Kuina was placed with, so he stood up from his seat and quickly made his way over.

He managed to spot Kuina walking by herself at the back of the group. Chishiya let out a relieved sigh and strolled up to her. “Thank god you’re okay,” he said, giving her a short hug. “You too,” she replied.

They walked back over to where Chishiya was sitting beforehand and sat down. “Do you know who Y/N went with?” Kuina asked.

“No idea, I had to leave with my group before hers,” he answered.

They both sat in silence for a while, hearts squeezing in on themselves from tension.

As group after group piled into the lobby and moved to go to the back pool to celebrate their wins. While their hearts and minds were overflowing in joy of surviving, Chishiya’s and Kuina’s slowly became heavier and heavier with grief.

One of the last groups finally came back, being a few hours later than everyone else. Chishiya searched the small crowd for your familiar face, but didn’t see it.

“Kuina,” he started with a tense voice. “Don’t say it,” she immediately cut him off. “Don’t say anything Chish. She’s fine, I know it.”

That became harder and harder to believe the later into the night it got. Soon enough, no one was left in the halls and the lobby, either gone to bed or stayed out in the pool area.

Chishiya didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t feel anything. His body was tired from the constant tensing, the constant anxiety.

He stood up abruptly and looked towards Kuina, who had her head in her hands. He gave her a sad smile, and reached his hand out to help her up. “Come on, let’s go to the roof like old times,” he smiled, fighting the tears building up in his eyes.

*********

When they reached the top of the building after climbing many annoying flights of steps, Chishiya tilted his head back to feel the wind blow around his head. He opened his eyes and saw the galaxy of stars above him. ‘So weird,’ he thought to himself. ‘In a horrible place like this, such beautiful things can still exist.’

Kuina and Chishiya sat on the edge of the roof, feet dangling off the edge. Complete silence took over them. Neither of them knew what to say.

Kuina broke her gaze off the staggering height of the drop below them and glanced at Chishiya. He was staring straight ahead of him, hoodie covering his face so she couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“Chish, are you okay?” Kuina asked quietly, leaning forward to try and see his face. It felt strange to her, having Chishiya be completely silent for a change. Usually he would be making a smartass comment or a teasing joke towards her or Y/N. It was like the happiness in him had drained out.

He didn’t answer for a short moment, but then he turned his head to look at Kuina in the eyes. Kuina was taken back.

Chishiya had pools of tears cascading down his pale face, mixing with the sweat that he still endured from the game. He let out no sobs and no cries. Just dry, empty tears running down his cheeks like doves flying down the edge of a cliff.

“No, I’m not okay,” he muttered to her. “This fucking sucks.”

*******

It had been a few weeks since your death, not that there was a huge difference at The Beach from your disappearance. Everyone carried on like normal, everyone except Kuina and Chishiya.

They became secluded, more than usual. Kuina spent most of her time in the hotel’s gym, trying to distract herself from everything that happened. She wanted to get stronger so she could win games, she knew that’s what you would have wanted.

Chishiya however, he wasn’t taking your death well at all. Chishiya lost his fire, his headstrong attitude and snappy remarks. He kind of disappeared himself, but only his body stayed.

He felt stupid at times. What would he have expected? Of course you died, knowing his luck. He began irrationally thinking, believing that the world took you away because he didn’t deserve someone as warm-hearted as you. He felt cheated almost. It was like the universe had you dangling on a string in front of him, and when he finally had the courage to reach towards you, it yanked you away out of his view.

When he was having particular hard days, he would lie on his bed in his room for hours, not bothering to get up for food or the bathroom. He felt numb inside, he honestly thought nothing would be able to hurt him anymore, because he’s endured the worst of his emotions.

The mirror in his room was smashed, due to his own doing. He broke it a few days after the incident, screaming into the stuffy air of his room and throwing one of his makeshift knives at it. He watched in pain as it crackled and crumbled under the impact, seeing his own reflection fall into a million pieces, much like how he was feeling at that moment.

He had never experienced this kind of hurt before. He always thought other people were being dramatic when they broke down crying after hearing their significant other or friend didn’t make it back to The Beach. He thought that it should’ve been expected, that they shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. But he guessed you never know what another person is feeling unless you experience it yourself.

But god, does he wish he didn’t, because it hurt more than a thousand knives to his cold, stone heart.

**********

One day, Chishiya was standing on the edge of a balcony that looked over the entrance to The Beach. He enjoyed standing up there because he loved the spectacular view of the ocean. It reminded him of his real home, when he used to ride his bike down to the beach with his friends and swim in the water for hours. He missed life when it was so easy for him.

The breeze was cool on his skin, giving him goosebumps. It felt refreshing and somewhat free, a small taste of bliss for him. His eyes were shut as he listened to the crows screech in the distance and the ocean waves hit the shore. The sound of nature rang in his ears, making his endorphins swirl in his brain.

It was a good break every now and then from the usual melancholy emotions that swarmed around him, keeping his happiness locked down in chains. While he was on that balcony, actually breathing fully and normally for once, his demons decided to let loose of the chains that held his sweet happiness trapped.

Chishiya opened his dark eyes and glanced downwards towards the bottom level and saw something that caught his eye.

A group of three militants seemed to have a young woman in their grasp, one of them being Niragi himself. Chishiya watched as they tried hard to hold the smaller person at bay, as she was thrashing around trying to escape.

He frowned, confusion painting across his face. That girl, she looked oddly familiar.

Niragi told the militants to bring her around the side of the building, where a small alley was located beside the entrance. Chishiya knew that’s where the militants dragged people to kill them off, they were planning on killing her.

Chishiya wondered what she did that was so bad. Hatter hardly ever gave the order to kill someone, unless the situation was betrayal or anything worse.

He moved himself along the balcony towards where the commotion below him was occurring. He wanted to hear what they were saying, because who knows what shit Niragi gets up to without Hatter knowing. It seemed a little too suspicious to be dragging someone to their death in broad daylight, especially where everyone could see.

Chishiya heard slight fragments of what they were yelling: “You thought- … run away?!” Niragi screamed in his psychotic voice. “Let go of-...! …could have just left me there!”

Chishiya felt his heart drop. That voice, it was all too familiar. How could he have forgotten what your voice sounded like.

He lifted his head and stared forward in shock. That couldn’t be right, you’ve been dead for weeks!

He thought for a second, trying to come to a possible conclusion with the horrific yells in the background of his mind. How is it possible you could still be alive?

That couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t be. Chishiya shook his head and chuckled. “The fuck am I thinking? Great, now I’m hallucinating. No one told me that was another stage of grief.”

He turned his body to walk back inside to look for Kuina, until he heard the young woman getting attacked yell again, this time, clear as day.

“Chishiya! Kuina!”

That was it. That was definitely you.

Chishiya lifted his legs and began sprinting towards the staircase inside. There was no doubt in his mind that that wasn’t you. The way you said his name was too real to not be you.

He tripped and stumbled down the stairs, almost falling flat on his face on one flight. He had to get there before you were dead, for real this time.

As he pushed his entire body weight against the entrance doors to the hotel, he pulled a small knife out his white hoodie pocket. He had made it out of glass from his broken mirror, considering that Hatter wouldn’t allow him to have his own weapons.

Your screams were much more prominent now, more desperate sounding and more fearful. The sound pierced through Chishiya as he made his way quickly around the side of the hotel.

There you were, being pinned against the wall by two militants while Niragi held the barrel of his rifle against your chest, right over your heart.

Chishiya yelled out, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering his current situation. It was three tall men with guns against a small, frail man with a makeshift knife.

“Chishiya! The fuck you doing here?” Niragi asked with a cheeky smirk on his face. God, Chishiya wanted to punch him so bad.

“Let her go Niragi, you don’t want this to get ugly do you?” Chishiya threatened, holding his glass knife out.

Niragi laughed along with the other two militants. You still struggled against their grip, seemingly more calm with Chishiya distracting them.

“How cute ‘ey? Little blonde twink coming to save the love of his life, how sweet of you.” Niragi pressed, pushing his rifle harder against you just to push Chishiya’s buttons.

“If you haven’t noticed Chishiya, she ran away! She never died like you thought she did! She ran away from The Beach, she ran away from you!” 

His words were like bullets in Chishiya’s chest. He felt belittled and mocked, he hated it.

“Shut up! She wouldn’t do that!” he yelled frustratingly.

“Oh really?! She wouldn’t?! Then explain why we managed to find her strolling the streets of Tokyo! Not a scratch on her, and she seemed smart enough to run away when she saw us.”

Chishiya’s scowl dropped on his face. He looked at you to see if you would deny it, but you had stopped struggling against the two men and hung your head low, not looking into his eyes.

He shook off the hurt he felt from this fact. He had to focus on getting you away from Niragi before he took time to think about other things.

“Niragi please. Just let go of her, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Chishiya begged. He felt small, never has he ever begged for something in his life.

“Hmm? How though? I was just about to have some fun with her before I killed her off. Why should I give that up just because you want me to,” Niragi spat at him. Your eyes widened in fear and you thrashed around in the grip that the militants had on you, panicking from Niragi’s threat.

Chishiya thought for a second. He would honestly give anything to bring you over to him. “My cards. You can take credit for every card that I collect for a couple of months. If Hatter or Aguni asks, just say I’m slacking. I’ll take any punishment they throw my way.”

You saw Niragi consider it before lowering his weapon off of your torso. You breathed out heavily in relief.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to do this again. You can’t bribe me with everything you sneaky fuck.” Niragi growled. The two militants let go of you and followed him out of the alleyway and into the entrance of The Beach.

You leant against the wall, staring at Chishiya as he stared down at the ground below him. The air between you two was tense. You could tell he was mad, Chishiya was always silent when he was incredibly angry.

“Chish, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Just come.”

Don’t get me wrong, he couldn’t have been happier to see that you were alive and well. But the betrayal he felt from the fact that you ran away from him greatly outweighed his happiness.

He walked briskly ahead of you, you didn’t dare walk next to him or too close to him. He was scaring you a bit, and you wanted nothing but to sprint to your own room and hide from the rest of the world.

You were embarrassed and also frustrated you were caught. Trust Niragi and his cocky ass to find you.

Chishiya stopped in front of his own room, opened the door and gestured for you to walk inside. You hesitated before slowly making your way through the door. You hated how tense it was, it was the complete opposite of what you usually felt when you were around Chishiya.

You sat down on his bed, sitting in an awkward position and looked towards Chishiya. It was complete silence as he was frozen at the door, back towards you and holding the door handle harshly.

“What the fuck Y/N?” he mumbled. It was almost inaudible, but you could hear pain in his words, which made you immediately feel guilty.

“What the fuck was that? You ran away!?” he turned and yelled at you, tears building up in his eyes.

You flinched as his loud voice. You had never heard him yell in anger before, usually he kept his calm. You looked down to the ground, feeling your own eyes fill with hot tears. You felt like you were back in high school with your parents screaming at you for running away from home.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” he shouted louder, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN YOU PUT KUINA THROUGH?! HOW MUCH YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!”

You couldn’t breathe. Pain and suffering dripped off his words like rain on a roof, coming together and creating an atmosphere that held air that was unbreathable. You suffocated on the oxygen, making you choke and cause tears to begin running down your cheeks.

“Why!?” he cried. “Why did you run!? There was no reason, me and Kuina could have protected you if you were too scared! Why did you think that running away was the only option!?” Chishiya stumbled closer to you, almost tripping over his own feet.

You flinched heavily as he placed his cold hands on your shoulders roughly. They were shaking from trying to hold your sobs in.

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE-” “Chishiya!” you interrupted him by snapping your head up to meet your eyes with his. His face dropped as he saw the sadness behind yours, replacing the wonderful and cheerful happiness that once swam in your eyes like dolphins in a sea.

“I l-love you,” you mumbled out between your shaky breaths. “That was the problem Chish. I-I’m in love with you and it hurt too fucking bad to know that you could disappear out of my reach at any moment. I ran because I didn’t want to watch you and Kuina die!”

Chishiya’s own hands shook violently against your shoulders. He gazed into your eyes which were red and puffy from your tears. They were shining more now than they had ever before.

“You don’t have to leave Y/N,” he whispered, still trying to control his own breathing. “I want you here, next to me. Not out there, because when you’re out there, I can’t be with you.”

You nodded and smiled sadly. Chishiya pulled his hand from your shoulder and cradled your face gently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the tears there. “I love you too, but I can’t be without you.”

A grin crept onto your face as you looked into his eyes. You felt safer than ever in his arms, why did you think of ever leaving?

Chishiya wiped his own tears with his hoodie sleeve and put on a happier smile. “You want to know how pathetic I am without you?” he giggled and held your hands in his.

“I almost threw myself off the top of the hotel the night you didn’t come back. Kuina had to tackle me to the ground to keep me away from the edge.” he laughed at himself.

You chuckled along with him. “Imagine if you did! What a shocker it would’ve been if I came back and Kuina saw me alive after you killed yourself because you thought I was gone!”

You both sat on Chishiya’s bed and laughed at each other. You had to do it, humour is best in times of stress and anxiety.

*********

You opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with the blinding light of the sun seeping through the blinds. You hissed and turned your head the other way.

Chishiya chucked at your reaction, making his chest that was underneath your head vibrate. “So cute,” he muttered to himself.

You pushed your face deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. It felt good to be back with Chishiya. It felt good to be home.

Author’s Note: oKaY so this ended up being a lot longer than expected. Please send in some requests if you have any! 🥰🥰

[just-a-dumb-gay]

Why Are Humans Like This - Lady Dimirescu X Reader - 1623 Words

5 Times you try to scare Alcina + the time she gets you back

Prompt from Anon-R: Reader tries to keep scaring Alcina and Alcina just plays along cause it’s so cute that her partner who is barely half her height tries to scare her after all she’s the one who scares others

Tags: Reader gender is not specified, it's just soft, Daniela shows up twice and twice is bored of you, but Alcina admires your effort

1 .

You're wandering the halls of the Castle Dimitrescu, bored out your mind. Alcina had some business to attend to in the village down the mountain but with it being the middle of winter you could not go with her because she was afraid you would be too cold. Her daughters are who knows where, so you don't have anyone around to keep you company.

You're down an almost hidden corridor near the front door, and get blasted with a cold draft indicating Alcina is finally home. You decide to try and make the day more interesting to break up the boredom. Peeking around a wall you see that it's definitely Alcina who opened the door, and lucky for you she's not looking in your direction.

As quietly as you can you tiptoe behind her as she is hanging her jacket up neatly. Once you're behind her you shout "Boo" as loud as you can. But she doesn't flinch, but she does start laughing and turns around to face you, her pail skin glowing with happiness.

"You knew I was there didn't you?" You ask, a little disappointed.

"My dear Y/N, your socks squeak ever so slightly on this floor," She continues laughing. "It was a good attempt though." She says leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh but can't help but smile whenever she's so gentle with you. You decide to make it your mission from then on to scare Alcina at least once.

2 .

Another day in the middle of winter and Alcina once again went into town without you to gather some food for you along with some extra supplies.

When she arrives home you take a few bags through to the kitchen and realize this might be the perfect opportunity to try and scare Alcina again.

You look around for a hiding spot but your thinking is cut short by her footsteps echoing nearer the kitchen. You dive into a cupboard that is currently empty, there's probably better places you could have hidden but this was the closest.

The door opens and her footsteps pause for a moment.

"Y/N? Where have you gotten yourself to?" It takes everything in you not to laugh.

She begins walking closer to your hiding spot, a second later you hear bags being placed on the counter above you.

You realize you didn't have a plan for how to scare her, but that doesn't matter because the cupboard door opens to reveal Alcina kneeling in front of it, smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?!" You say with a sigh.

"You were not exactly quiet when closing this," she says tapping the door before offering a hand to help you out,

You sigh again before accepting her help.

"If it's any comfort, Daniela would have fallen for that." She laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

A loud "Hey! I heard that!" comes from somewhere nearby, followed by many meaningless threats when you both burst out laughing.

3 .

Spring finally rolls around and Alcina celebrates by taking you out into the garden and woods behind the castle for a picnic. But as soon as you both get comfortable on the plaid blanket she brought out she notices she forgot the most important part of lunch. The wine. She asks you to stay put and rushes back inside.

You pick at the grass for a moment before deciding to try and scare Alcina again. And this time you're confident it will work.

You make your way up a tree, all the practice you had as a kid exploring the forest around your home coming in handy. And there you wait.

She returns with two bottles of what looks to be some fancy and quite old wine, but stops once she sees you've disappeared. She places the wine on the blanket and begins looking around nearby for you.

After staying quiet for a few moments she finally walks under the tree you're in allowing you the perfect opportunity.

You jump down and land on her back with your arms around her neck.

"Should I start calling you a monkey from now on?" She teases.

You let yourself down from her back, confused as to how that didn't work. Alcina sits down and interrupts your thoughts by pulling you down into her lap and peppering you with kisses anywhere she can reach. Something that never fails to make you laugh.

“You will scare me one day, Y/N, I'm sure of it." She encourages, squeezing her arms gently around your waist.

4 .

A month or so passes with you struggling to find the chance to have another attempt at scaring Alcina. But finally on this fine morning another opportunity shows itself.

You wake up to Alcina having already left the bed and in the shower. Not seconds after having your idea you're sneaking through the corridors down to the kitchen. Once you have the required item, a bucket of cold water, you sneak back to your room and into the bathroom. You're relieved to see she left the squeaky door open, less chance for you to get caught.

Carefully balancing on the toilet, you attempt to pour the cold water over her. But you miss. Completely. She steps out the way of it the second you tip the bucket over.

"Seriously?!" You sigh, getting frustrated that nothing you try is working.

You step off the toilet as Alcina pulls back the shower curtain watching you with a fond smile.

"That was a good try, I'll give you that." She takes your hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it, before yanking you into the shower with her. While you're still fully clothed.

You scream slightly at the sudden shock as Alcina has her arms around your waist keeping you trapped with her. Although you can't protest much, you will never get bored of hearing seeing her so full of joy.

5 .

It's a normal quiet night in the castle, raining is pouring outside making it the perfect time to curl up and watch a movie.

You're thinking over your past failed attempts at scaring Alcina when one final idea comes to mind, something an old friend you had used to do to you all the time.

You wait for a quiet bit in the movie and glance over to Alcina to make sure she's focused on the movie. You take a second to mentally prepare yourself, before screaming loudly.

Alcina jumps beside you and turns around with wide eyes worried you're hurt. But your scream quickly turns to laughter.

Not 10 seconds after you scream Daniela barges in the room expecting danger but is only met by you doubled over laughing and Alcina looking incredibly confused and still shocked.

You take a moment to compose yourself knowing they're both waiting on an explanation. But all you can get out is "Finally!". You throw your hands in the air in celebration and that's when it clicks for them both.

Daniela rolls her eyes and leaves while mumbling "Why are humans like this?", she's never exactly been a fan of your antics. Alcina on the other hand sits patiently waiting for you to calm down but no matter how hard you try you can't stop laughing.

"Y/N please remember that you need to breathe." Alcina says with a hint of concern. Upon hearing that you have to try extra hard to calm down.

It takes a few moments of deep breathing for you to finally stop laughing. But when you do you turn to Alcina with a victorious smile.

"I had faith you would manage one day, although I will admit that is not how I expected you do to it." She says, sounding genuinely proud of your success.

+1 .

It's a horrible day outside, heavy rain and thunder. You're in your room working on a sketch of the castle you started a few days prior when it was sunny out. Alcina had sat behind you in the courtyard with her head resting atop yours watching you draw.

You've never been a fan of thunder, so you have your headphones on up as loud as they'll go. You don't know exactly where Alcina is, you assume she's somewhere around the castle perhaps checking to make sure the rain isn't getting in anywhere.

You lean back in your chair to think for a moment, you can't figure out what but something is missing from your drawing. You wind up deep in thought trying to understand what's wrong or what's missing when a strong pair of hands grab your shoulders.

You get such a freight you fall off your chair and as soon as your headphones fall around your neck you're met with the magical sound of Alcina's laugh echoing through the room.

You mumble "Holy shit" as you're trying to get your breath back.

When Alcina hears your laboured breathing she worries she may have been a little too rough with you. She helps you off the ground and over to the much more comfortable bed.

"I hope that was not too harsh, my love." She says, worry flooding her voice. She gently rubs your back, waiting for you to say anything.

It takes a few minutes but once you're sure you can trust your voice all you say is "I definitely deserved that."

Alcina is relieved at your humor and begins laughing with you.

Daniela comes into the room again, but not as rushed as last time. She sees you both laughing and figures out her guess of there being no real danger was correct. Rolling her eyes once more she silently leaves you both to your painfully cute ways.

[xlonelysoulxx]

Being a Mermaid and Jacob’s Imprint Would Include... {2}

{gif isn’t mine}

xxxxx

You had disappeared for a whole month. You had only sent Leah a few messages after the incident, to give a sign of life and reassure the pack... which hadn’t helped matters when Jacob found out. "WHY didn't you tell me?!” “You acted like a f*cking jerk, why should I have?" The tension was so overwhelming, to the point where the other wolves must have come between them that day. Leah wanted to protect her friend, and Jacob wanted to get his imprint back. But he couldn't.

xxxxx

You hadn’t planned to come back, not so soon... this is what you had entrusted to the pretty wolf. You wanted to get some distance... away from Forks, from La Push... and from Jacob. You couldn't take it anymore. It was already hard that he treated you so coldly ‘cause he loved one another, but seeing him tear himself apart with his brothers... because of you? It was too much. It had gone way too far.

xxxxx

Grudge and worry kept growing among the wolves even when Jacob were gone, wandering god knows where near the Canadian border. Guilt and pain had kept twisting him from the inside ever since, and hearing the thoughts of his pack... especially when it came to you, had become torture. Even Jared, who had felt at fault at first, only felt annoyance now. Jacob was a ball of nerves ready to explode at any moment, while he was the one who had behaved badly in the first place. Fuck... he could have hurt you?! All because he had let himself be overcome by his emotions, emotions that he wasn’t yet ready to assume out loud.

xxxxx

The feeling of lack linked to the imprint was so strong that it sometimes prevented you from breathing, but that wasn't the worst. It was at that moment... that you realized how much you were in love with Jacob Black.

xxxxx

Even the pull of the bond wasn't as strong as the crack forged in your heart. A gash already wide open over the past few weeks (consciously or not) by the constant presence of Isabella Swan - hunted by Victoria - and now gaping as you left the Quileute... and Jacob, behind you. It was clear, the difference between these feelings - as if your heart and your guts were going in two distinct directions. How stupid you were... as if fate wasn't cruel enough like that.

xxxxx

You were quite surprised to see Alice and Jasper appear at your workplace one morning, a small neighborhood library near Port Angeles. It was brand new, no one knew about it. No one except Alice. Obviously... What were they doing there? You weren't particularly close to the Cullens, but you liked the lil’ brunette quite a bit. Did something happen? Did he... no, Leah would have warned you. Right..?

xxxxx

“He's stupidly stubborn, and guilty. But he's fine... for now.” You no longer understood anything, since when did Alice appreciate Jacob? She didn’t. But she couldn't control her visions. Time was running out. An army was approaching, Bella was once again the center of attention... and the future had darkened. The two clans who called themselves enemies had decided to unite reluctantly, to protect her - but what was your role in this story?

xxxxx

“Don't get me wrong, Alice... I don't wish Bella any harm.” You were boiling from the inside, but Bella wasn't the reason of your pain... Jacob was. You had no animosity towards the young girl, the shapeshifter was mature enough to make his own choices. It was between you and him, and yet. “But you came here for nothing.” You didn't look her in the eye anymore, busy sorting through the same books over and over in your hands. You couldn't believe she had come here just for this. She wanted you to come back to him, so he could come back to her... come back to Bella. To protect her.

xxxxx

Jasper hadn't moved from his place since their arrival, standing proudly straight behind his beloved. He could easily sense your anger, mixed with pain and incomprehension... and just like that, your eyes met his for a long second. “You should listen to her, Y/N.” You could feel a wave of appeasement sweep over you, immediately glaring at the vampire. "And you shouldn’t try to manipulate my emotions, Jasper."

xxxxx

“He won't survive it, Y/N... I saw it.” You could feel your blood running cold through your veins. What was she talking about?? Jacob was actually back in Forks, for more than a week now. But he was a freaking mess. He made sure to stay away from the pack, irritable... unpredictable, and more closed than ever. Quite the opposite of who he really was. You could feel your heart skipping a beat... Alice had glimpsed the impending confrontation, and the outcome had been fatal for the brown wolf.

xxxxx

No, no, no... it couldn't happen. It. Couldn't. The information was too much to handle as you began to hyperventilate like an idiot in the store, Jasper immediately moving to your side. You couldn't let him get killed all this because he was distracted by the whole "imprint thing”, no... you could never forgive yourself for it. You would leave your pride aside without any hesitation for him, everything for him... no matter the welcome you would receive in return.

xxxxx

The car ride was terribly quiet. The battle would take place in three days, so there was no time to waste. Your boss had been accommodating enough to give you your afternoon (he seemed to be pleased by your work, good for you) and this is where you were now... on the road back to Forks, sitting in the back of Alice's car. She had insisted on taking you there given your emotional state, and you were silently grateful for that. You could feel the anguish mounting as you approached the Quileute reserve, unconsciously wriggling in your seat.

xxxxx

“Stop the car.” The air was too thick to breathe, and you felt like you were drowning... there was only one way to fix it. You were close enough now, you could join the reserve on your own... but not right away. You quickly thanked the couple before slamming the door, taking the path to the forest under the worried gaze of the petite brunette. You ran, unable to stop before reaching the impressive cliff... not thinking twice before jumping.

xxxxx

You felt like you could finally breathe again as the icy water came in contact with your hot skin. You haven't been back to the ocean since the incident, and you had missed it - terribly. You could feel a pinch in your stomach as you rose to the surface, quickly looking up as your eyes instantly fell on the huge brown wolf that stood high on the rocks. Jacob. He was there... how?

xxxxx

You dived again after an endless exchange of glances, taking longer than necessary to reach the shore. A part of you feared your reunion, while the other was just relieved and excited to see him again. Jacob had reached the beach at an impressive speed, the shapeshifter dressed warmer than usual while a large jacket and boots complemented the usual shorts specific to all Quileutes. His heart was pounding as he observed the surface, impatiently waiting to see you reappear. Were you even going to do it..? He couldn't believe you were really there.

xxxxx

And you did. Your feet sank into the wet sand as you left the sweet comfort offered by the waves, your long hair sticking to your skin like a second skin. You were completely exposed as the cold wind whipped through your entire body, Jacob's eyes never leaving yours as he took off his jacket… wasting no time wrapping it around you. The distance between you was ridiculously thin now, the silence heavy and comfortable at the same time. There was no room for shyness here, it was Jacob. And despite everything that had happened you had full confidence in him.

xxxxx

None of you dared to speak first... almost like it's going to shatter the present moment, and bring bad memories to the surface. “I was afraid I had hurt you.” He finally confessed, almost shamefully. Start at the beginning, yeah... it was good. “I'm sorry I disappeared... I just panicked.” You answered briefly, but he cut you off almost immediately.“You don't have to feel sorry for anything, Y/N. I should. For everything.”  He really was. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was, how much he had missed you... and how much he loved you. But he didn't have the right. Not now, and maybe never. But repeating it to you, showing you how sorry he was and how much he regretted the way he had treated you... seemed like a good start. He wanted to be the best imprint for you... a friend, a protector. If you wanted him to be. He didn't want to be separated from you like that anymore. Never again.

xxxxx

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, the erratic changes in his breathing… and the heat radiating from his body which was enveloping you like a soft blanket. He meant every word. You were sure of it. And it was, indeed, a good start... yes. It was like a silent acceptance, like a secret language between the two of you... your throat tightening a bit before you wrapped your arms around him.

xxxxx

Jacob automatically tightens his embrace around you, selfishly accepting the gesture of affection you both needed so badly. He trapped your body against his, resting his chin against the top of your head as you stood on your tiptoes... inhaling his scent. There he was, alive and safe in your arms... and that was all that mattered right now. And you were going to make sure that it stays that way, no matter what.

xxxxx

But fate wasn't so lenient, you should have known that... it didn't rest only in your hands. Cruel reality exploded in your face that day, Jacob's scream echoing through the entire clearing at the same time as the sound of his ribs being broken by the newborn vampire. It all happened so fast. Leah had found herself trapped in the deadly embrace of one of them, Jacob had intervened... and now he was writhing in pain on the ground.

xxxxx

You had joined him in a few strides, stumbling alongside him as your heartbeat echoed through your ears. Carlisle stood by your side, examining the extent of the damage before the other members of the pack arrived in turn. His voice was twisted in pain as he tried to pronounce your name, squeezing your hand in his before the other wolves surrounded him to pick him up - Paul reluctantly pulling you away from your imprint. Tears filled your eyes, so much so that you hadn't even seen Bella arrive… the obvious horror on her face. How could this have happened? You thought you could change Alice's vision, you really believed you could... but you obviously failed. Literally.

[janshu]

In The Shallows...Part One.

Summary: @hanji-is-life more merman!Bakugo and so I shall provide! I was hoping to get this out much earlier, back in may because MerMay but better late than never I suppose! You, a marine biologist, take a scuba dive to see the local fauna off coast and you find more than you ever could've bargained for...

Word Count: 1.5.

Warnings: None but minor curses, mentions of the ocean, an illusion of drowning. Viewer discretion is advised at least.

How did you manage this?

You hadn't walked on the beach, much less roll around in the coarse substance. So how did it manage to get into your pockets? This was a new jacket so how?

A short walk from the parking garage to the pier was all it was, no beach travel involved yet it had wormed its way into your pockets, in between your toes and nearly everywhere else. 

Your team chuckles at your discomfort finding your squirming the funniest thing on the planet as they loaded up the sizable vessel for the day on the water. For the past several weeks you had been cooped up in a lab studying the samples others brought to you but now you were given the green light to head out into the field yourself. Your goal for the day was to gather samples, check on the status of the coral nursery, and a checklist of other menial tasks. A full plate all things considered, much better than getting a migraine staring through a microscope at sea water until you either give up or get sent home. 

Waves battered against the hull of the boat while you and your fellow colleagues suit up in scuba gear. The goal wasn't to go to the bottom of the ocean, far from it, fifteen meters was the maximum for today so simple snorkeling hear wouldn't cut it. You didn't get your diving certifications to be stuck in a lab. The salt spray refreshing against your skin for the few seconds it was vulnerable while you changed from your outfit into the designated wetsuit. Not the full suit that covered your body from head-to-toe, just a body one to keep your core warm when your swimsuit didn't offer much protection.

The boat came to a stop right around where the GPS locator dinged where the nursery site was and the captain gave everyone a thumbs up as you and your fellows attached their fins, tanks, SPG's and all the other necessary equipment. One-by-one each of them held their regulators to their mouths and fell back into the blue ocean below until it was your own, to which you received a wink instead while everything turned upside down.

Ten, twenty, thirty, a hundred. Regardless of how many dives you've had you'll never get over the beauty of the reefs. Each time serving something new, change was ever present in your line of work. Never seeing the same specimens twice to witnessing a rare species and everything in between. The sunshine overhead casting glittering ripples on the sandy floor, catching your eye on the schools of fish that swam by as their scales gleamed in different patterns. This was the closest feeling you had ever come to your childhood dream of becoming a mermaid. When you wished on your birthday candles and shooting stars to holding your breath underneath tub water in hopes gills would magically appear. That's what started this career. Maybe it was a long forgotten portion of your evolved brain from life's time in the ocean but you felt at home, a familiar sense of belonging that you didn't have on dry land. This was where you were meant to be but sadly your wishes had never come true and you were cursed to remain a land-dwelling mammal.

The beeping in your ears ripped you from your fantastical daydreams to remind you of the harsh reality. This is as close as you were going to get but that wasn't so bad, it was better having a little than nothing at all. Looking at the gauge meter it showed that you have roughly an hour left of oxygen which meant you had been in the water for an hour already. How time flies when you're having fun, absorbed in your daydreams, and checking on coral and taking samples.

"Hey, could we switch our tanks out without getting oxygen narcosis or are we screwed in that department?" Your voice came over the radio built in the full face masks everyone in the diving team used no doubt scaring those who were lost in thought as you just were. 

"Y/N...do you really want to stay out here longer? Shitting Christ, you should be glad you're out here in the first place!" The captain's voice responded from the safety of the boat. "Now get your asses back up here n' we'll head on ba-...what was that?"

"What was what?" 

A chorus of responses chimed in immediately after, some crackling from the distance they were from the source and others sounding as if they were a foot away.

"Nothing, never mind, must've been a Manta Ray. Forget about it. Just get your shit and come back, I'm gettin' hungry and its close to lunchtime so hurry up." The static cut off as he put down the radio and looked out into the churning ocean. The massive shadow he had just seen passing by the boat putting him on alert, he didn't want to witness any reef shark's feeding frenzy.

"We can come back tomorrow, Y/N. Nothing's stopping us from that, right?" Another voice, one of your favorite colleagues suggested. That was right, you were there and your boss hadn't explicitly said that this was a one time thing. Another visit would do some good to see if the biometrics have changed in a span of twenty-four hours.

"Alright, okay, we'll come back later for a differential test."

The group had a collective sigh of relief. You were notorious for loving the ocean to such a degree you'd do anything to stay in a while longer, they were all content with leaving now and coming back later if it meant they wouldn't see your sad pouting all the way back to the van. Picking up their equipment and vials everyone began swimming back to the boat now most of them making small talk and discussing their plans for the weekend while you were once again lost in your thoughts.

Something impossibly dark darted through your vision. Blocking out the beautiful view of the turquoise water and colorful life like an angry, ominous storm cloud. A blanket of blindness shrouding all light for a moment but it felt like an eternity as dread sunk in the pit of your stomach, anchoring you to the spot. The warm water now felt cold, goosebumps running up your bare arms and thighs like pinpricks. The heart that had been so calm in the home of your ribcage now pushing adrenaline through your bloodstream, adjusting to a state you weren't acting on. Fear. That wasn't a Manta Ray or a comically large Stingray that was something else entirely. A predator that crashed against the fragile cage of safety, security and believing you were untouchable in shallow depths.

You were reminded of the psychologically scarring and irrational fear of one's ankles being grabbed particularly in the ocean by a shark, the part of your lizard brain firing signals all across your synapses to detach the leg. If only. A fair trade, being left alone at the price of a limb but unfortunately humans couldn't detach or regrow whatever they lost.

That fear was horrifically evoked when something far more firm than a limp leaf of seaweed wrapped around your ankle. Slimey, cold as death and tipped with five sharp points. Reminiscent of a hand, a very large hand. Expanding across your bare skin like a calloused cuff that threatened to break the skin, sink into the meat and tear your foot off entirely. However, that didn't seem to be happening. No cloud of your own blood instead the safety of the boat got further and further away, turning into a speck barely seen in the shallow water.

"Wait, wait no! What the fuck?! Let go! What the hell?" When your brain managed to get over its fear and shock of the situation your fight-or-flight instincts kicked into high gear and your body began to thrash around against the hold. If it was a shark hitting it in the snout and eyes was imperative to get it to release but what if it wasn't? What else could possibly have your leg in its grip with a goal of pulling you away from the boat?

A flurry of indistinguishable voices and noises came over the radio. From yelps, screams and to curses but the thudding in your ears and the furious splashes drowned them all out, everything became topsy turvy, what was the bottom of the ocean and what was the surface became an abstract concept. The primal urge to escape was ripped away when the respirator giving you oxygen was unceremoniously and harshly ripped from your mouth, the hand that had done it orange and black. The water was salty, like you had dumped an entire container of table salt into your mouth and you washed it down with a sip of water. It was invasive, slipping down your throat into your lungs as they tried to gulp air instead. The more you inhaled the harder it was to move. Your limbs becoming as heavy as cement bricks. Unconsciousness began to consume everything, your body down to your mind. The eerie sensation of falling was the last thing before everything faded to black...

[jean-kayak]

Sweet Treat

Summary: Who knew brownies could get you the best dick of your life

Pairing: Ojiro Aran x black!fem!reader

Warnings: (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), ass smacking, little bit of dirty talk

Word Count: 2012

A/N: I had this come to me randomly, and I have enough things in my head so enjoy some Aran smut

You were back home, a newly graduated college student working on finding a job, so you were mostly at your parents' house, findings jobs for babysitting or dog sitting to pass the time.

You currently scrolling on your phone, laying on the couch on your back when your mom comes into the room, and you look up from your phone. "Are those brownies for me?" you ask playfully as she stands at the end of the couch, rolling her eyes.

"They're for the neighbors," she says, and you frown at her. "They moved in a little while before you came back home. I want you to go take it to them."

She holds the pan out and you sit up. "Why do I have to do it?"

"To welcome them to the neighborhood, of course," her voice telling you that there's no room for argument, and you sigh as you stand, shoving your phone into the back pocket of your shorts.

You walk over to her, and she hands you the pan with a loving smile on her face and you return it with a sarcastic one that makes her laugh. You make your way out the door, grimacing slightly at the sudden heat on your skin as you make the short walk next door.

You knock on the door before shifting your weight onto one foot as you sigh, realizing that you don't even know if they're actually home. Luckily, you hear the lock being turned, and once the door starts opening, your brain is on autopilot as you hold the pan out slightly, the words like clockwork to you.

"Hi, welcome to the..."

You trail off as your mouth falls open, your arms dropping slightly as your eyes take in the hottest guy you've definitely ever seen in your entire life. Your eyes run down his ridiculously fit torso, his hands in the pockets of his shorts that are totally too small for the size of his thighs.

"Well, hello to you, too." His voice makes you jump, realizing that your eyes were just roaming over his body, and your face flushes warm in embarrassment, and your body follows when you see him doing the same thing with a smirk on his face.

You hold your arms out, lifting the pan his way. "Uh, brownies. My mom made, um--to welcome you to the neighborhood." It's not normal for you to struggle to find your words, but you expected an older couple, maybe, but not a fucking supermodel.

He huffs softly at you, his smirk turning into an easy smile as he takes the pan from you. "Thank you so much. Brownies are my favorite."

His voice is so smooth, deep, and it literally feels like it's running over you as easily as water. When he grabs the pan, his bicep flex, your eye is drawn to it instantly as you chew your lip softly.

"Yeah, no problem," you say, your voice a little louder this time even though you're still not over the initial shock of how good-looking he is.

He gestures his head inside. "You wanna split these? I can't eat 'em all by myself."

"Oh, no. It's fine. You're probably busy or..." You trail off as you wave your hand, and you find yourself already giving in when he chuckles.

"Seriously, it's cool. I'm not doing anything," he reassures, and you respond with a nod as he steps to the side to let you in. You hear the door close behind you, and he's walking past you towards the kitchen, and your eyes start to shut at how good he smells, but then they narrow in on his back, which is nothing but muscle.

"The name's Aran," he tells you as he pulls the tinfoil off the pan, and oh right. You're having not-so-mature thoughts about a complete stranger and you didn't even know his name. "So, what else are you doing besides trying to stay cool during this hot ass day?" he asks after you tell him your name, his question making you chuckle lightly.

"Well, I just graduated college, so I'm working on finding a job right now," you answer, and he nods as he takes an already cut piece out.

"Same here. My parents run a convenience store, and I help out sometimes." He breaks the piece in half before placing them on a napkin. "I'm pretty sure I could get you a spot there," he adds as he turns around.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," you reply as he hands you a piece.

"It's no big deal. Think of it as thanks for the brownies," he offers with a wink, and you respond with a soft smile as you accept the piece.

You notice that he's a lot closer than you remember, and you're surprised you're not drooling over him. Granted, you probably are, but you can cover that up with the baked good.

You eat your half, your eyes staying on his as you watch him eat his half. You find yourself taking a deep breath to compose yourself when he moans around the brownie that he's chewing. "Oh my God, this is amazing."

You chuckle softly as you chew on your piece with a nod. "Yeah, my mom always makes them really sweet," you add, and you gasp softly when he moves closer to you, his arms caging you between him and the counter.

"They are, but," he starts, his voice low as he tilts his head down. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter." Your mouth drops open, your legs squeezing together subconsciously. You can barely find a response but then he's speaking again. "You wanna let me find out?"

His voice seems to be even deeper than before, and you find yourself nodding without even realizing probably still trying to relish in the fact that there's a crazy hot guy standing in front of you, and he just asked if he could eat you out.

You're soon knocked out of your trance when you feel his lips on yours, but your lips are molding together instantly. His hands move from the counter onto your hips before they slowly slide under your shirt, his huge palms warm against your stomach.

You guide his hands down to your shorts as he deepens the kiss, his deft fingers quickly unbuttoning your shorts and working them down your thighs. You're quick to hop onto the counter, and he's tearing your shorts off your legs before pushing you down so your back is flat against the cold surface.

You don't if you jump because of the sudden coolness or the fact that he's already slipped your panties down your legs. He takes a good look at your dripping pussy, spreading your legs a little before diving in.

His tongue is flicking through your folds with tenacity, breathing in deeply before groaning loudly. His eyes stay closed, savoring your taste as he sucks at your clit, bringing his fingers up to slide into your hole. "Fuck, you taste sweeter than candy, baby," he moans, continuing to lick through your folds and at your clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace.

You can barely comprehend what he's saying, your legs closing around his head when he aggressively pushes on your g-spot, your hands weakly attempting to find something to hold onto as your back arches. You don't know how much time has passed, but you're pretty sure this is the fastest you're about to cum.

"Aran--fuck," you try and tell him, but you can't even speak, and he pushes your leg to the side.

"Come on, baby girl, I want it all," he says against your folds, the vibrations only taking you higher. One more push at both of those bundles of nerves, and your back is arching further off the counter as you cum, Aran making sure he gets every last drop.

Your body wants to go limp, but he keeps going, addicted to the way you taste, and your body trembles at the overstimulation. You whine softly, and he finally relents. "Sorry, sweetheart," he starts with a smirk. "You just taste so good."

You huff softly as you look at him, and when he stands up straight, he beckons you towards him with the curl of fingers that are coated in your wetness. You slowly manage to lift yourself on your elbows, and he helps you the rest of the way.

He guides his fingers to your mouth as he licks around his to taste more of you while you lick his fingers clean, yourself the only thing you can taste. "You taste sweeter than those brownies, don't you?"

You nod softly, and he's grinning at you as he pulls them from your mouth, stepping in between your legs again, his face inches from yours. "You gonna let me fuck this sweet, little cunt of yours?"

Your nod this time is quicker. "Yes, please fuck me," you beg, and he's pulling you off the counter, your eyes zeroing in on the massive bulge in his shorts before he's turning you around and pushing your front half flush against the counter.

He pushes his shorts and underwear down his thighs, rubbing his head at your folds as he rubs your back softly. "You ready?" You're nodding quickly, turning your head to look at him, but your eyes are soon closing as you feel him stretching you out. "God--you're so fucking tight," he groans, and he steadies his hands on your hips as he pushes the rest of the way in.

He doesn't move as soon as he bottoms out, but he doesn't deny you when you start bucking back against him. One hand grips your hip while the other twists your hair into his grip, and then he's pulling out until only the tip is in before slamming back into you.

The sound of your moans and skin slapping together filled the kitchen, and he delivers a few smacks to your ass before gripping the flesh in his palm, moving it so that he can watch himself stretch out your cunt. He bites his lip when he sees his dick shiny with your juices, all of it starting to accumulate at the base of his dick and dripping down his balls.

This is the most stretched out you've ever felt, feeling every thick vein rub against your gushy walls just the right way, your legs threatening to buckle. The closer you get to your climax, the more you clench around him, and he abandons the grip on your hair to grab at your other hip, thrusting into you with more enthusiasm.

He throws his head back as a guttural moan leaves his throat, his orgasm building up at the base of his spine fast. "Jesus, baby, I'm close," he rasps, taking another look at your ass jiggling every time his hips meet yours, and he interprets your incoherent moans as you saying you're close too, and he reaches under you to rub wet, quick circles at your clit.

"Go ahead, baby girl, let that sweet cunt milk my dick," he growls, sweat dripping down his brow as he looks at you, and he rams into your g-spot a couple more times, and you're screaming against the counter as you cum hard, your pussy clamping around him so hard, it triggers his orgasm.

He fucks you through your highs, his seed coating your walls before he slowly stops. Your heavy breathing is all that can be heard as he leans down over you, giving you soft kisses as his hands move up over yours, lacing his fingers with yours.

You chuckle softly when he pulls away, still dazed from your mind-blowing orgasm, making him follow. "You okay?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm more than okay," you muse, your breathing still a little ragged, and he smiles widely before kissing you again.

"So," he starts. "You wouldn't happen to have any more sweet treats, would you?"

Fun fact: I have two drabbles planned that take place in the same timeline as this lmfao

Tags: @iwascrybaby​, @mxhriii​, @cinnitsuki​

[forever-rogue]

Afterglow - Part 12

A/N: Hello! Are you all ready for some of the softest Frankie and Bee? Because yeah...it got soft! As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: language, references to sex, one punch

AFTERGLOW MASTERLIST

FRANKIE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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1 Year Later

“Hi Honey!” an exhausted sigh escaped your lips as you dropped your book bag by the door and kicked off your shoes. The smell of something delicious cooking immediately reached your nose as you the sound of two feet and four paws met your ears. A grin spread across your face as you spied Daisy and Frankie rushing towards you. 

“Hi Bee,” he beamed as he wrapped you up in his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “you’re just in time - I just finished dinner. How was school?”

“Good,” you pressed a kiss to his lips before reaching down and giving Daisy a handful of pets, “long though. I’m exhausted! Oh, but we learned about lemurs and their evolutionary history and it was just so...interesting. They’re so cute and there’s so many species. For one of our assignments we need to go and observe primates at the zoo and I thought I could watch the lemurs! But - oops, I don’t want to bore you. How was your day, Frankie?”

“You will never bore me,” he quickly cut off any negative thoughts or ideas you had. You couldn’t help but grin at him, as he reached up and gently cradled your face in his hands, “whatever you want to tell me, you know you can. I want to hear about it all. Yes?”

“Yes,” you agreed, knowing that if this was anyone but Frankie, the outcome would have been a very different result. Especially if you’d gotten...no. You weren’t even going to let your mind go to that place. Not when your whole world was in front of you, “I love you, Frankie.”

“I love you too,” a gentle brush of noses as the two of you grinned at each other. You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off by the loud rumbling of your stomach, “dinner time. Come on, let’s eat and you can tell me all about your lemurs.”

“Only if you tell me all about your day,” you took his outstretched hand and let him lead you to the kitchen. To your delighted surprise, you found a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies on the counter, “those are beautiful!”

“They’re for you,” he said simply as he pulled two plates from the cabinet. Your brows knitted together in surprise as you quickly wracked your brain as you tried to figure out if you’d missed some sort of holiday or anniversary, “they’re a just because I felt like it surprise. I saw them when I took Daisy for a walk after work. I thought you’d like them.”

“I love them,” you touched some of the soft petals, “and you - very, very much.”

“I know,” he winked as he plated up some of the pasta and sauce and you took a seat at the counter. You liked this - this simple, wonderful domesticity of getting to come home with and live with your lover. Not just your lover - but your love. The man that had had your heart forever it had seemed. You couldn’t help but spot the pictures of the two of you on the fridge, beaming and grinning from ear to ear. They’d been taken on a camping trip the two of you’d gone on earlier in the year. Frankie caught your far off look and chuckled softly, “what’s wrong, sweet Bee?”

“Nothing,” you reassured him, “I just...I like this a whole lot. Us, being together, everything. It feels so...right, natural.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he promised as he set a plate in front of you, “you were always the one, Bee.”

“Just like you, Francisco,” you leaned into his side as he brought his plate next to you. Just before sitting down, he reached into the giant glass canister that was filled with treats for Daisy. She looked at him with wide, shining eyes as he gently handed her a few treats; you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, “I imagine she’s had dinner and cannot be starving.”

“That may be, but we’re eating now and I don’t want her to feel left out,” he insisted as you broke into a fit of giggles at his silly insistence. He scoffed playfully before taking his spot next to you, “you laugh, but you know she’s very perceptive.”

“I do know,” you agreed as you nudged his side, “what a caring, considerate boyfriend I have indeed.”

You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek as you looked at him fondly. There was so much light and life behind his eyes now, so much happiness. They crinkled into the corners whenever he smiled and his one dimple made a spectacular appearance. His hair had grown out more, chocolate tinged with caramel and curling deliciously at the ends. He looked so happy and healthy, so much better than he had when you’d first reunited. It hadn’t always been easy for him, and some days were harder, but he’d never had a set back once, despite the darkest days. In the end, it had been you. You’d been the shining beacon, the light of his life, and had gotten him to have the courage and strength to get through it all. Just like on your bad days, he was there for you. 

“It’s been a year, you know,” he whispered after you’d eaten in silence, using a piece of bread to scoop up that last bit of sauce. You looked at him in confusion for a moment before you realized what he was speaking about, “since we’ve been together...again.”

“It feels like it’s been no time at all,” you said softly, “and yet it feels like its always been like this.”

“I agree,” he grinned as he swallowed his last bite, causing you to giggle as some sauce clung to the corner of his mouth. His brows knitted in confusion as you leaned over and swiped your thumb over the sauce and wiped it away. Frankie grabbed your hand and licked your thumb clean before holding it against his scruffy cheek. You felt flushed at the gesture, both intimate and sweet in its own way, “I love you, Bee.”

“I love you too, you silly man,” you sighed in content.

“Now - tell me all about your day,” he insisted as he walked to the fridge to get a couple of beers, “no details spared. Hit me with them!”

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“This is beautiful,” you made quick work of unzipping your light sweater and tossing it onto the large, plush blanket Frankie had laid out for your little picnic. Despite having seen you in countless variations of clothing, Frankie still managed to be astounded by your beauty; he felt his heart thump wildly as he looked at you in only your sports bra and leggings. You turned and gave him a curious smile, “what? Do I have something on my face?”

"No, it's nothing," he promised with a shy smile as you walked over to him and played a lock of his hair, "you're beautiful."

"Oh my gosh," you snorted with laughter as you gently pushed his chest, "such a fool, Francisco! You've known me for how long? You can't possibly still feel that way."

"I'll always feel that way about you," he insisted with a cheeky grin, "especially when you look like that. Nice ass."

"Haha," you flipped him the bird before strolling over to the water. Stopping at the edge, you made a quick show of pulling off your leggings and bra. Luckily, you were in a very secluded area and no one was likely to stumble upon you, "have you seen yours? Nice ass! Now come on and get in the water!"

"Why?" he groaned lightly at the enticing sight as he pulled off his shirt and shorts, and came over to you. You both knew he would give in to you. He would be a fool to turn you done.

"Its a perfect day for a swim," you insisted before diving into the cool, gentle water, "come on in, Frankie! The water is wonderful!"

“It’s cold,” he huffed lightly, watching as you swam back up and broke through the surface, grinning at him. He reminded you so much of the boy you had convinced to swim with you when you were just kids. You splashed some water at him, causing him to give a jokingly stern look before he swam over to you, “I’m going to get you!”

“No!” you grinned like mad before trying to swim away, but he was quick to catch up and wrap his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest, “you’re a cheater!”

“How am I a cheater?” he laughed as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “all I did was swim!”

“I don’t know,” you insisted, but I know you did. He laughed as you quit struggling against him and let him hold you. As his grip loosened, you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing a kiss to his plush lips, “hi.”

“Hi,” naturally Frankie took every opportunity to steal a kiss from you. You studied his face, bringing a hand to his cheek as you used a few fingers to trace over his features and breathe in him. How he was still the same boy underneath the years that had aged him to the man you now loved, “what?”

“Nothing,” you repeated his words from earlier, “I just love you a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”

“Well that’s good,” his grin stretched from ear to ear, “or else this would have been really awkward, because I happen to love you a lot, a lot too.”

You only made a small sound in your throat before you grabbed his face and pulled him towards you and crashed your lips again his, “fuck - I love you so much.”

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"This was a good idea," you popped a few berries into your mouth before turning your head back to soak up some soon, "what caused this spur of the moment decision?"

Except it wasn’t spur of the moment at all. But you didn't know that yet.

“Nothing really,” he insisted with a small grin, “just wanted to spend the afternoon with my favorite girl.”

“Favorite, huh? What about Daisy? I see those eyes you two pull at each other,” you grabbed the glass champagne and downed it all in one, hiccuping at the bubbly taste. He wasted no time in refilling your glass and his, trying to summon up the courage for what he really wanted to say.

“Okay, you got me - one of my favorite girls,” he laughed before clinking his glass against yours. You let out a small sigh before lying on your back and resting your head on Frankie’s thigh, “tired?”

“A little,” your yawn gave you away, “it was a long night and someone insisted I get up early and go hiking and everything. Plus the warm sun and food isn’t helping. I promise I won’t fall asleep...for long.”

“Mhmm,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

It was silent for some time, only the gentle ebb of the lake and the sounds of birds in the trees and creatures on the ground meeting your ears. You could have dozed off, but didn’t quite yet...instead you soaked up Frankie’s warmth and played with his hand in yours.

“Frankie…?” you asked softly after a while. He was leaning up against a large tree, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was asleep. Frankie made a small sound, encouraging you to go on, “have you ever...you know what? Never mind, it’s silly.”

“You know you can ask me anything, Bee. If it matters to you, it’s not silly.”

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” you swallowed the lump in your throat and you were suddenly glad your eyes were closed against the sun and he had his sunglasses on, “I-I mean specifically us having kids. I know we joked about it as kids but...what about now?”

Frankie’s breath hitched in his throat and he almost dropped your hand in surprise. He was so choked up, he almost couldn’t get the words out, “I-I...ummm…”

“It’s weird, huh?” you hoped this wasn’t him easily rejecting you, “right before I was going to marry Chad, he thought I was pregnant for a moment and he just seemed so….I dunno. He told me I shouldn’t be pregnant before we get married and then we should have a kid and get it over with. Can you believe it - just get it over? I never...I would never want to have a child with someone that was only having one to be able to say they have one. It’s horrid.”

“He really was the worst.”

“In every way,” you agreed with a tense laugh, “I’m sorry for just springing this on you...it’s just been on my mind, I guess.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he insisted as he shifted you, so you were perched in his lap and facing him. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and studied you intently, “yes, I have thought about it. Many times...there’s no one else I’d want children with besides you, Bee. I-I...I would be lucky to have you as the mother of my child...or children. I’ve often thought about a little baby bee running around.”

“Baby bee,” your eyes stung lightly with tears as you repeated the words back to him; your throat constricted with emotion at the mere thought, “I love that...what about a baby fish? I like the sound of that too. What a lucky child they would be to call you their father.”

“I would never want to have a child just because that’s what society wants,” he swiped his thumb over your cheek to brush away the single tear, “I want a child because we’re in love and that’s what we decide to do. If and when you’re ready, I-I’ll be ready too.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly as his large hand rested on your neck, and he nodded, “because I’d very much like if you knocked me up, Francisco Morales.”

You raised an eyebrow at him before the two of you broke into fits of laughter. That was one of the many beautiful things about your relationship; no matter how serious and important it was, you both were able to find a laugh and look on the bright side. 

“I wouldn’t mind knocking you up,” he mused playfully, “we might have to try a lot though...I don’t know if you can handle it.”

“Oh, I think I can handle it,” you insisted, “can you?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” he grinned as you laid against his chest and let him wrap his arms around you, “there’s one more thing I want to do first…well not necessarily first, but I-I want to ask.”

“What is it?” you asked as you placed gentle kisses to the bare skin of his shoulder. He shifted lightly and swallowed the lump in his throat, “Francisco?”

“I…" without saying a word, he reached into his pocket and fumbled around for a moment as you watched him with a mixture of amusement and confusion. When he appeared to be satisfied, he paused for a moment before inhaling and deeply, "there's something important I want to ask - that I've been meaning to ask you for so long now. I think now is the perfect time."

"Francisco," your hand was on his chest as he held his hand up and displayed a small, velvet pouch. You raised an eyebrow in question, instinctively reaching for it but stopping yourself at the last moment, "baby-"

"Take it," he whispered softly as you obliged him and delicately procured the black pouch from him. Curiously opening it up, your heart almost stood still as you pulled out the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. Your mouth dropped open as you looked between him and the ring a couple of times, "do you like it, Honey Bee? I-I helped design it and I hope you like it...but if you don't-"

You quickly cut him off with a kiss, pulling him as tightly against your body as you could, only pulling back when you were left breathless, "I love it - it's beautiful. I love you, so much Francisco. Are you...asking me-"

"Will you marry me, Bee?" he gently took the ring from your shaking hands as you offered him your left hand.

"Yes," you whispered as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You took his hand in yours and gave it a tight squeeze, "yes, a million times yes. Of course I'll marry you. That's all I've ever wanted."

"Me too," he grinned as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew, deep down, that the chances that you'd say were slim, but still, there was always that little bit of doubt, "you were always the one. Always."

"Yeah," you agreed with a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, "you're the one, my love. It was always you."

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"You didn't have to do all of this," Frankie's eyes were with wonder and excitement as he looked around the exquisite restaurant. It was fancy, definitely more so than anything you'd normally consider, but you'd wanted to do this for Frankie. The man had been complaining about wanting a good steak for so long, you'd taken it upon yourself to find the best steak restaurant in town.

"I know," you promised him as you pulled out his chair for him and motioned for him to sit down, "but I wanted to, my love. You always take such good care of me, I figured we - you - deserve it. Plus, think of it as a way of celebrating our engagement!"

"I can't argue with that," he smiled lightly as he reached across the table and put his hand over yours. He knew that while excited about your engagement and wanting to tell the world, part of it had been hard on you. Your family still wasn't on speaking terms with you, by their choice and despite efforts from both of you. It wasn't something that plagued you constantly, but times like this made you wish things were different. 

The silver lining in all of this was that through your reunion with Frankie, you'd gained his friends as yours as well - the infamous bee they always called you. You still had Allie and Anna, who were absolutely more than thrilled to know Frankie was your person. Plus with starting school again, you'd made friends with several people that you enjoyed spending time in and out of class with. At the end of the day, however, there was nothing better than getting to come to Frankie. He was your everything, as you were his.

"What are you thinking?" he asked as you took a sip of wine as the two of you waited for your meals, “you have your thinking face on.”

“You always knew me too well,” you teased lightly, “I was thinking about how much I love you. How lucky I am to be with you, and get to call you mine. That no matter how much we’ve been through, we get to be together in the end. That no matter what happens with my family or whatever, that I’ll have you, and so many others. That you are my family.” 

“Always,” he promised with a small smile, “I’ll always be here for you. I’m not going anywhere, you know that. You are my family, my home, and my heart, Bee. You always have been.”

“I know that,” you beamed, lighting up his whole world, “I always have too...I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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“I think I’ve got room for dessert, don’t you?” you teased as you stood up and reached for his hand. Frankie’s eyes grew wide as he realized exactly what you meant, “the pie we baked yesterday, and I think there’s ice cream in the freezer.” 

“Baby-” he was somewhere between a laugh and a groan as trailed at your side, “you’re killing me.”

“Oops,” you teased, completely amused by his reaction. 

"Well, well, well," your blood ran cold at the sound of the eerily familiar voice. Frankie kept walking, unaware that anything was wrong until he noticed you weren't following him. Turning on your hell, you slowly came face to face with Chad, "look what the cat dragged in. Didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"And that still would have been too soon," you lightly rolled your eyes, "and while I feel like I'd love to stay and argue and rehash everything, I'm going to be the better person here and just walk away."

"Because you have nothing to say," he chided as you tried to blow him off. But then you saw who he was with, "pity."

"Yes," you sighed, "what a pity indeed. Clarissa! I didn't think I'd see you again either. Are you together? I didn't think you liked Chad- all the time you spent talking shit about him, must not have been real, huh?"

Your friend, former friend anyway, looked at you with a scowl as pursed her lips but remained silent. It might have been pathetic and petty, but in the moment you couldn't help it.

"And just who are you here with? That pathetic looking man over there? The one that's watching you with concern...ahh, yes, an engagement ring," his eyes flicked to your left hand as you felt your blood boil. He could taunt and make fun of you all he wanted, but he would never say a word about Frankie, "its...precious. He must have spent his whole life savings on that. I don't get it...you had everything - I gave you everything - wealth, status, luxury and you left all of that...and for what?"

"Don't you dare," you held up your finger and jammed in front of his face, "don't you dare talk about him. He is a far better person than you will ever be. He is everything to me. I left you because I couldn't commit to a loveless marriage and society and people I don't care about. You never loved me, let's be honest. You loved my name, my family's wealth, their status. That's all that ever mattered to you. And yet I am the one who sounds pathetic?"

"What can he offer you?" Chad smirked as he leaned back in his chair.

"Bee-" Frankie could easily sense the tension flowing between the two of you and had come over and reached for your hand, "come on, let's go home."

"Bee," Chad almost howled with laughter as you glared at him, "how perfectly adorable. What a cute couple - the failed socialite and the...what? Some sort of kitchen boy?"

"That is enough," you almost shouted at him as seemingly half the restaurant turned to look at you, "stop this. What is the point?"

"Does there have to be a point?" there was nothing but a smug grin on his face, "you could have had it all and now you've got...him. You could have so many other choices and now what? You're going to be-"

But before he could say anything else, you swung your arm back and landed a punch, right in the middle of face. The action shocked you so much, and Frankie and Clarissa - and the rest of the establishment that you were all awestruck for a moment. The crack of his nose had surprised you most and you’d immediately recoiled and clutched your aching hand. Frankie’s hand found your shoulders as he pulled you against his chest.

"Stupid bitch!" Chad jumped to his feet and clutched his bleeding nose, “who do you think you are?”

“Come on,” Frankie’s voice was low and gentle in your ear as he pulled you back from the scene, “we have to go.”

Nodding lightly, you let him usher you away, but not before you turned around to speak your last bit of peace, “I hope I never see you again. But I do hope you find someone you love, truly love, and someone that loves you. Because there is nothing better, and even though you are horrid, you deserve it too. There is one thing I learned from you - how to be truly loved by someone and let them love you back, and for that I thank you.”

You turned around before he, or anyone else, could say anything, grabbing Frankie’s hand with your own and pulling him out of the restaurant amid quiet murmurs. 

Only stopping once you were outside, you let go of his hand and sighed heavily. Frankie looked at you with something akin to a mix of awe and love as he took your injured hand and studied it. You winced slightly as pain had already settled in the joints, “that was...impressive. Where did you learn to throw a punch like that, Bee?”

“You,” you admitted with a laugh, “back when we were kids! You said it was important to always know how to throw a good punch and you taught me. I guess I must have remembered it after all these years.”

“I guess I taught you well,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle to the already prominent bruising, “so that was him, huh?”

“Unfortunately,” you agreed with a bitter huff, “could you have imagined if I’d married him? How absolutely terrible that would have been. I made the right choice, I know, and I’ve known that for a long time now. It was always you.”

He leaned over and kissed you softly, tasting faintly of the sweet wine you’d had with dinner, “let’s go home, sweet Bee. We have to tend to your hand and not let it get worse.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Frankie?” you were laid on top of him on the small bed in your dorm, fighting off sleep as he continued to read. You’d insisted on stopping for a nap, and he’d insisted he needed to finish his book that day - he was deeply invested. He made a small sound, urging you to continue you on as he played with a lock of your hair, “I have a request - it’s silly…”

“Tell me,” he insisted softly as he set his book down, “come on, Bee, tell me.”

“When we’re old and married,” you wrapped your arms around his middle as you rested your head on his chest, “I want a dog, and a house with a big yard where we can grow lots of flowers. And two kids - at least. I-I know it’s silly, to think about the future so far ahead, but I like to dream.”

“I don’t think that’s silly at all,” he promised softly, a flush of warmth rising in his chest and face, “I-I like the sound of that, Bee. Does that include a white picket fence? I was thinking more about like..shrubs...or lots of flowers, like an open concept.”

“It includes whatever you want,” you turned and grinned at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, “as long as you’re there, it doesn’t matter. None of it does, as long as you’re there. I love you so much, Francisco.”

“Of course I will be,” he promised softly, “I’m not going anywhere. I love you too, Bee.”

“Read to me?” you asked as you handed his book back to him, “I can’t think of a better thing than falling asleep to the sound of your voice.”

“Anything for you, Bee…my Bee.”

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