#⛈️A Rolling Storm⛈️

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Blue Hawaii - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

⛈️ Summary: A bad summer storm changes how you see Seonghwa, a bothersome patron of the bar you work at.

⛈️ Word count: 9k

⛈️ Genre warnings: one shot smut. fem pronouns for reader. very light enemies to lovers. smoking and drinking. hair pulling (hwa receiving). biting (reader receiving). oral sex. unprotected sex. creampie. 

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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

               The bar is incredibly crowded, overly loud, smells unmistakably like salt water and you are pretty sure another one of those silly drink umbrellas has just crunched under your shoe. You are in your element.

               Saturday night, middle of summer, height of tourist season. The beachside bar you work at is a stopping point for many looking to get drunk before wobbling back to their hotels and you love to take advantage of it. There is easy money to be had charming tourists who have come here to soak in the sun and then to soak in the booze underneath the moonlight. Of course, pretending to be kind, patient and charming to get their money is utterly exhausting.

               A breeze kicks up, cutting through the open windows and through the small bar. The wind chimes above the bar top move although it is impossible to hear over the din of the music and conversation. Your brain automatically fills the noise in as you slide a drink over to a drunken divorcee who has spent the past ten minutes telling you how much she hates her ex-husband. You nod in a sympathetic manner, hoping this will pay off and result in a large tip. A big storm is supposed to roll in tomorrow night and the bar will most likely be closed. Better make what you can tonight.

               Distantly, you can hear two men talking to your right, having just sat down. Their voices are familiar and you know that they aren’t tourists but locals. Those are harder to charm because you see them often enough that the placid and artificial veneer of being pleasant becomes transparent.

               “I think I’m going to order a Blue Hawaii,” The first man says and you recognize it as Hongjoong, a painter that comes in every week or so to grab a drink. But where there is Hongjoong, there is…

               “Really?” Seonghwa drawls, “Last time I took a sip of yours, it was so weak that I thought I was drinking water. And the same bartender that made it is working tonight. You’re better off just getting a beer than having her make anything.”

               You grit your teeth, attempting a smile at the divorced woman, trying to usher her off towards her friends. Once that is accomplished, you turn to face Hongjoong and Seonghwa, your smile cracking like an eggshell.

               Hongjoong immediately looks apologetic, Seonghwa apathetic. A cigarette dangles in between Seonghwa’s long fingers, a haze of smoke wafting over his beautifully bored face. His blonde hair is tousled and you can just make out grains of sand among the strands as if Hongjoong’s paintbrush has grazed the beach across it. He wears a black sleeveless shirt, exposing the tanned skin and taunt muscles of his arms. Even though he is beautiful, he is as sour as you and it is for that fact you don’t care for him.

               “What do you want?” You bark at them over the din.

               “I want a Blue Hawaii,” Hongjoong says defiantly, waiting for Seonghwa to challenge him.

               But he does no such thing, instead ordering a beer in a neutral tone. Hongjoong and Seonghwa have been coming to the bar for the past year. You know a lot about Hongjoong – he moved here to paint, wanting to be closer to the ocean, and makes money selling his paintings while working at a cheap tourist trap shop on the main street of town.

               When it comes to Seonghwa, however, you know very little. He’s been kicked out of the bar a couple of times for fighting, both verbally and physically. He smokes too much. You aren’t sure what he does for a living. He has a chip the size of a small country on his shoulder. Occasionally, you spot him surfing during the off season. He is blunt to the point of rudeness and when he looks at you, it feels as if he is seeing through any polite façade that you create to charm tourists. …Fine, maybe you know more about him than previously thought.

               You start making the Blue Hawaii, a new drink added to the menu for this vacation season, and practically throw the beer towards Seonghwa. His slender hand wraps around it, eyes landing on yours for a brief moment before taking a sip. After finishing making Hongjoong’s, you hand it to him. The drink is electric blue, with both a flower and umbrella on the top.

               “Have you ever thought of layering this with some red?” Hongjoong asks, leaning forward slightly so you can hear him, “It would look amazing. Like the sunset mixed with ocean.”

               “Have you ever thought of adding actual booze to the drink?” Seonghwa chimes in, rude as ever, “Or is the drink made to be overpriced and catering to tourists?”

               You bristle. “You know, you’re insulting your friend when you speak like that. He did order it, after all.”

               Something flickers behind Seonghwa’s eyes as he taps the edge of his cigarette into the ashtray. Hongjoong waves a dismissive hand. “You know how Hwa can be sometimes.” Seonghwa shoots a quelling glance at Hongjoong who avoids meeting it.

               “Every time he comes into this bar, he’s a jerk.”

               Seonghwa doesn’t reply. He seemingly has no desire to explain himself nor justify his way of speaking. For some reason, the fact that he is okay with how he is perceived drives you crazy.

               The bar is too busy to stick around and deal with the two of them any longer. You turn around, a group of people smushing against the bar top, trying to get your attention.

               Yet even as you work, you are aware of Seonghwa’s eyes on you, like a shark sliding among coral reefs. It takes all your willpower not to look over your shoulder at him. How nice must it be to openly be so rude, to have no interest in acting the way society expects you to, and being unbothered by the fact no one likes you?

              With a jolt, you realize that you are jealous of Seonghwa, of his openly annoyed attitude, and the fact you have to mask yours or it will impact your income. What is wrong with me? You think, mixing another drink. There is nothing to be envious of with Seonghwa. As far as you can tell, he is miserable and has one singular friend to tolerate him. But he clearly is okay with that and doesn’t have to fake things all day like you, a small voice wiggles in the back of your head as you go through the motions of making drinks and serving customers. Shut up, brain.

            By the time you turn your attention back to their corner of the bar, there is money waiting for you and two cigarettes in an ashtray. As you sweep up their spot, your hand knocks into something under a napkin. Moving it to the side, you realize Seonghwa has forgotten his lighter. It is silver, overly ornate, expensive looking. You have seen him use the same lighter every time he is in here. Throw it out, says the cruel part of you.

           But with a sigh, you shove it underneath the bar and return to work.

*

               It doesn’t take long the next day for the clouds to change, sweeping in a summer storm that threatens to disrupt everyone’s lovely vacations and your chance to make more money at the bar. Since it is located directly on the beach, there is no choice but to close it for safety reasons.

               That doesn’t apply to me, you think hurriedly, popping into the bar to get a few things done before the storm really kicks up. It isn’t that you are a workaholic, you just care a lot about this silly bar. It is your home away from home, a place where you spend most of your time, working more than any other employee, eventually being promoted as manager to take over the office side of things.

               But last night had been so busy that you fell behind on some stuff. Catching up now will be fine. Just an hour or two before the storm gets too bad and then you’ll go home. Easier to get it done now versus trying to handle all of it upon reopening.

               In the gloom and doom of the storm clouds, the bar is in complete disarray. The storm seemed to usher in a sense of scurrying about, tourists and your coworkers leaving upon closing without fully finishing their drinks or cleaning up.

               Staring at the mess, biting your bottom lip, you know what everyone had been thinking: bar will be closed tomorrow, we can skimp out on finishing our duties and deal with it when it opens again. But the idea of handling all of this later…no, better just to clean it all up now. You glance out the window, taking note of the waves growing thunderous, before hurrying around the bar. Scooping up empty glasses and cleaning them, sweeping the floor, trying to organize the chairs – you are lost in making sure the bar is clean again and don’t even realize someone has entered until –

               “Helloooo?” comes that familiar drawl, your head snapping up to see a shadow in the entranceway.

               “We’re closed.”

               The person steps forward and your hunch proves to be correct – Seonghwa is there, bathed in the soft lights of the bar. He has a leather jacket that is a size too large, hanging slightly off his frame, his blonde hair tousled from the wind, jeans riddled with holes. You hadn’t been expecting to see him, jolted at the sight of Seonghwa against the backdrop of the incoming storm.

               “I think I left something here the other night.”

               You know he is talking about the lighter. For a brief, petty second you think about lying and asking what he is talking about. But the moment passes as quickly as it pops into your brain.

               “Yeah, I have it.” You go around to the back of the bar top, glancing at him, “You came here even with this storm rolling in just to get your lighter?”

               “Yes, that’s right,” is all Seonghwa says. You get the feeling there is more to this – something to explain why Seonghwa would come the very next day to the bar just to retrieve a singular lighter – but it is clear he doesn’t want to go into it with you.

               You pull the lighter out of the drawer, sliding it across the counter as he walks over. It catches the light, winking coyly at you. When he reaches for the lighter, your fingers touch briefly, an electric sizzle that you ignore.

               “You know we are closed today for the storm. Why did you come by anyway?” You can’t help but ask.

               “Figured you would be here.”

               “What makes you say that?”

               Seonghwa shrugs, slipping the lighter in the pocket of his jeans. “You usually are.”

               For some reason, this irks you. Perhaps it is the casual tone he uses in assuming that he knows anything about you or the fact he is right. You aren’t exactly sure why it annoys you. Only that it does.

               “Well, you have your precious lighter now. You can go.”

               Seonghwa arches one eyebrow delicately, his gaze sweeping across the bar top. “You know, it’s starting to rain. Soon enough, it will be too dangerous to leave the bar and too dangerous to stay.”

               “The bar will be fine.” You bristle, “It’s a summer storm, not a hurricane. No need for the theatrical warning.”

               Instead of leaving, Seonghwa sits down on a bar stool, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the counter. “There is a hostility you show me that no one else is privy to. Have I done something wrong?”

               You stop for a second, a dirty beer glass in one hand, glaring at him. “You’re rude. You know that you’re rude. Surely, you aren’t here playing innocent.”

               “Rude?” Seonghwa actually looks surprised before his brows furrow, “Is this because I told Hongjoong that new drink of yours is weak?”

               “That’s just one thing in the many. You’re overly blunt. We’ve had to kick you out of here a few times for starting fights –”

               At this, Seonghwa protests. “I didn’t start those. They just didn’t like what I had to say.”

               You keep going. “There’s being honest and just being rude. You cross that every time I see you.” Turning your back to him, flicking on the water in the sink, you began to viciously scrub one of the beer glasses.

               Silence settles across the bar. You can feel Seonghwa’s eyes on you once again. Then, there is a click of the lighter followed by the inhale of smoking on the cigarette. You don’t know why the anger that buzzes through your skin feels like something so alive – as if Seonghwa is poking through the delicate shield you wrap your body in every day and letting acid leak out.

               “Oh,” He finally says, so softly that you might have imagined it if he didn’t keep speaking, “I get it now.”

               “Great. So, you have your lighter now. You can go.”

               “Hongjoong is really partial to this bar. For me, it’s whatever. There are about fifty other bars like this along the beach. But he says something about the atmosphere speaks to him,” Another shrug, “He’s an artist. I can’t pretend to know what he sees. But I’ve come here enough times to be familiar with everyone who works at this place. And you’re by far the fakest person here.”

               You drop the beer glass in the sink. Luckily, it doesn’t shatter although the side of it cracks. His words are a verbal smack to the side of the head, a sudden spotlight on you that was not requested.

               Spinning around to stare at him, you sputter, “Excuse me?”

               Seonghwa, who has his cigarette placed delicately elegantly between his lips, stares at you with an expression that is utterly nonchalant. Some of the smoke curls around his face but his eyes remain luminous. “You heard me. I watch the way you smile at tourists, fake laugh at their boring stories, collect the tip money and shove it in your pocket. Every movement of yours is artificial. In reality, you’re pissed that playing sweet and kind is how to make money. You believe that’s the only way to go about it. See, I don’t care if someone likes me or not, and I speak my mind without fear of backlash and you envy me for it. You resent me for it.”

               His words strike true, hitting the chink in your armor in a way that you were not prepared for. How dare Seonghwa, this man that cares so little about what people think of him, who can so easily navigate life and whatever he does for a living that he needs to not impress anyone or fake laugh his way for a better tip? Everyone knows that society is built on layers of phony bullshit. Does he think he can somehow skip all of that?

               “Come on, admit it.” He nudges you with his words, “It’s just us here, after all. No customers.”

               The wind is picking up now, the shuttered windows rattling a little in their frames. Seonghwa is right – not just about the fact you resent him but also that the storm is quickly approaching and that you should leave in the next few minutes to get home safely. But your feet remain rooted to the spot, anxious to finish this discussion with him. All the words that have bounced around in your head finally exploding from your mouth.

               “Fine,” You grind out, “Yes, it’s annoying how you say whatever you want and no one blinks. What do you even do for a living anyway? It can’t be any job that deals with people. You are entirely off putting. And yes, I do resent you for it. Every day I come to this bar and serve drinks to dull tourists and pretend I care about anything they are saying just in the hopes they’ll give me a nice tip. I tolerate men and their shitty attempts at flirting with me thinking they will get a discount. I smile the entire time and then you just sit at the bar and start fights and make snide remarks about how I make a drink and I think ‘what makes you so special that you don’t have to play by the same rules as everyone else’? So, yes, that’s why I don’t like you. Also, my drinks are just fine including the Blue Hawaii. You’re just a dick.” You finally fall silent, feeling like a deflated balloon, having let everything out of your system.

               Seonghwa grins. It is an expression you have seen before. One night some guy got so sick of him running his mouth he threw a punch. Seonghwa had grinned like that before dropping the man to the floor, the smile not dropping even as your boss tossed him out of the bar with a warning. Not a ban, of course. Seonghwa can somehow evade that as well.

               He takes a long inhale off the cigarette, tapping some ash into the tray, going, “If you hate all the fake shit, why don’t you quit? Get a job with less human interaction.”

               “Like you?”

               “Yeah, that’s right. I’m a mechanic,” Seonghwa announces and you try to imagine him underneath a car fixing things. Your brain cannot conjure up the image at all. “Everyone knows we are gruff assholes.”

               “I make good money here.”

               Seonghwa gestures to the empty bar. “I don’t see anyone else here before this storm, cleaning dirty dishes and finishing paperwork or whatever. It’s evident it isn’t just about the money. You love working here.”

               Growing weary of his uncanny ability to see through your deflecting, and hearing the rain beginning to strike the roof, you reply, “Alright, you caught me. Yes, I do love working here. I care a lot about this tourist trap bar and making sure it’s clean and orderly. I like all my co-workers. Even my boss. Sure, I could leave but then I miss out on a place I enjoy working at.”

               “But you hate the customers.”

               “I don’t hate them. I just wish I didn’t have to be so fake all the time. That’s all.”

               “You know, I bet if you just eased up a bit on the whole artificial personality you think you need to make money, you might not resent me so much. And you might even find it is unnecessary to be fake all the time. Who told you that you needed to do that, anyway?” Seonghwa crushes the cigarette in the ashtray, sliding off the bar stool and slipping his lighter in the pocket of his jeans. “Maybe try it out sometime.”

               “Yes, great, thanks,” Your tone is dry, “I didn’t ask for any advice nor your sage wisdom about my job though.”

               Seonghwa runs his fingers through his blonde hair, shrugging at the same time. He looks entirely unbothered, turning around and heading to the door, giving you a small wave as if he hadn’t just attempted to play therapist. There is a sudden pang in your chest for reasons unexplained and you open your mouth to…say what, exactly?

               Before you can figure it out, Seonghwa opens the door and a gust of wind slams into the bar, knocking over a barstool. It clatters loudly to the floor as you scamper over to pick it up and he shuts the door again, looking over his shoulder.

               “Time’s up. You can’t stay in the bar any longer. It isn’t safe.”

               Chewing on your bottom lip, you reply, “I don’t think I have time to get back to my apartment. I should just stay here.”

               He gives an impatient shake of his head, some of the blonde hair falling in front of his eyes which he pushes impatiently away with his elegant fingers. “My place is only a few minutes away. Just come with me.”

               At first, you want to protest. The last thing you want to experience is Seonghwa’s apartment. Waiting the storm out there will be awkward or weird. Didn’t you just explain why you don’t like him? The last thing you were expecting was an offer like this.

               But there is a loud clap of thunder, enough to vibrate the floorboards and you know that he is right; it would be safer at his place and you simply don’t have enough time to cautiously cross town to your apartment.

               Seonghwa is waiting, one hand flat against the door to push it open. His leather jacket is well worn, clearly a favourite of his by the way it easily fits his frame. The temperature has dropped today due to the storm, allowing him to wear it for once. His jeans are so faded that you know the holes in them are natural versus buying them like that. Even his shoes have seen better days, worn out around the edges and covered in a thin layer of sand. He doesn’t look any different than usual and yet he feels entirely brand new for reasons that don’t make sense.

               You nod, unable to reply verbally and Seonghwa pushes the door open, leading you into the beginning of the storm.

               It is evident in mere seconds that going with Seonghwa is a good choice. The wind is already intense, the rain pelting you ruthlessly, the tops of the palm trees swaying and bending in an unnatural way. Seonghwa leads the way, cutting across the beach, glancing behind him every couple of seconds to make sure that you are still following as if an errant tree branch might send you flying.

               The sidewalks are empty because of course no one else is running to check on their place of employment before a big summer storm. Your clothes are quickly soaked through from the downpour as you scamper after Seonghwa, who has his head lowered, crossing the street hastily towards an apartment complex that looks to be about five stories.

               Ducking under the overhang, Seonghwa pushes open the doors to the apartment building and you follow, relieved to be out of the storm which is growing worse by the second.

               In the silence of the lobby, Seonghwa turns to look at you. His hair is dripping wet, droplets of water falling off the strands and rolling down his leather jacket. His jeans are now dark blue, and there is a puddle forming on the floor from his soaking wet clothes.

               “Wow,” You go, struggling to find something to say, “You do live close. No wonder you’re always at the bar.”

               “Hongjoong likes it, I told you,” Seonghwa replies curtly.

               Suddenly acutely aware that your clothes are sticking to your body in a manner Seonghwa has never seen before and confused as to why that is making you feel unnerved, you gesture to him. “Come on, show the way.”

               He leads you to an old elevator which makes an alarming creaking noise as it takes you to the fourth floor. Hoping the power doesn’t go out on the ride up, you glance at Seonghwa out of the corner of your eyes. His fingers are curled around the edges of his leather jacket, the sound of the wet fabric drip drip dripping onto the floor. His eyelashes are so long that you are envious and you can feel his body heat filling up the small space. This elevator ride is roughly four hundred years long, you think, waiting for the doors to open.

               When they finally do, it is only a few seconds down the hall before Seonghwa stops at one of the doors, inserts his key and steps into his apartment.

               You have never thought of what Seonghwa’s living space would look like. The place is small with an even tinier kitchen, and a window looking across the street. The living room is sparse with mismatched furniture clearly picked up from thrift stores to save money, not to create any cohesive theme.

               “If you go to the window and crane your neck, you can see a sliver of the ocean sometimes. I get charged extra for the ‘ocean view’,” Seonghwa remarks, tossing his keys on a small table by the front door and slipping out of his jacket.

               It is chilly in his apartment and your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You rub your arms, trying not to show how cold you are. But between your wet clothes and the temperature, you let out an involuntary shiver.

               “Hang on,” He says, ducking into what you assume is his bedroom.

               Unsure what to do, you move a little deeper into the living room after removing your shoes. The storm is now in full swing, the sky incredibly dark, and the rain coming down so heavily that you can’t see across the street. Turning your attention from the window, you wander over to look at a painting on the wall. It is of a diner, the yellow lights spilling out across the sidewalks covered in snow, with a strange looking portal behind it.

               “I know it’s a weird painting but I found it at a garage sale and I just felt drawn to it,” Seonghwa’s voice is startling, looking over as he approaches you, “You have anything like that in your place?”

               “Surrealist art I got at a garage sale?”

               “Something you’re drawn to.” He holds out a small stack of clothes, “Please go change before you ruin my cheap carpet.”

               Realizing you are dripping wet in the middle of his living room, you hastily take the clothes he is offering. Your fingers brush against his and you dislike how it makes your heart skip a beat. Unable to look at Seonghwa, you mumble, “Are these yours?”

               “They’re old.” He takes a step back, “I’m going to go change too.”

               The bathroom is next to his bedroom and you duck inside, closing the door at the same time he closes his. The bathroom is clean and minimalist, a far cry from the usual ones you have seen from single men living alone. You take note of his electric toothbrush, razor, shaving cream, and poke your head curiously into the shower. Come on, where is it? You think, wanting to discover what is a staple in these bathrooms: the 15 in 1 shampoo and conditioner that also doubles as body wash, toothpaste, mouthwash, dish soap, motor oil and countless other things. But no such thing exists. Seonghwa has his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash all in separate bottles neatly tucked onto the shower shelf.

               Perturbed, you turn your attention to changing, peeling your wet clothes off and slipping into Seonghwa’s warm, clean ones. Once dressed, you peer at your reflection in the mirror, trying to sort through the events of tonight. Seonghwa, who has only ever been annoying, is now someone you are stuck with until the storm finishes.

               “In reality, you’re pissed that playing sweet and kind is how to make money. You believe that’s the only way to go about it. See, I don’t care if someone likes me or not, and I speak my mind without fear of backlash and you envy me for it. You resent me for it.”

               Seonghwa’s words from earlier bounce around in your head. Could he be right that you didn’t have to put on an act all the time at work? Or in general? Seonghwa, who seemingly paid little attention to what people thought of him, entirely comfortable in his own skin, moving with an ease that you envied so much it turned to disliking him. Now, you are getting the feeling that you have made snap judgements about him because your own emotions got in the way.

               You can’t figure out where you learned that being phony at work meant more money. Was that something you just told yourself over and over again until it became your truth? His question bangs around in your brain.

               A loud boom of thunder shakes you out of your thoughts and back to the present. That’s right, massive storm, stuck with Seonghwa. You can sort out your mental state later.

               Exiting the bathroom, holding your ball of wet clothes, you go to Seonghwa’s bedroom door to ask him where to put them when you realize with a jolt his door is ajar. You don’t mean to stare, truly, you don’t, but it is the sight of Seonghwa tugging a shirt over his head that renders you immobile. Didn’t he say he was a mechanic? Is there a reason his body looks like that? Your heart is racing like a horse using the final burst of strength to cross the finish line while staring at his well-toned stomach and the outline of his abs for a brief moment as the fabric of the shirt covers him up.

               Taking a step back, averting your gaze, you stand there awkwardly, thoughts wiped clear as Seonghwa opens the door and looks at you.

               “Uh, wasn’t sure where to put these,” You mumble, unable to look at him.

               “Normally, I’d put them outside to dry. I can lay them out across a chair if that’s alright.”

               Thrusting the clothes at him, you nod. Seonghwa takes them, his fingers once again touching yours, eliciting sparks as you take a step away. He doesn’t seem to notice. Of course he doesn’t – you aren’t sure what has shifted that you are suddenly getting awkward around him.

               There is a flash of lightning so bright that your vision turns white for a brief second and the power flickers before dying completely. Standing in the semi-darkened room, you turn your gaze towards the window. The storm is now a vicious beast. You doubt power will be returning anytime soon. If it wasn’t for Seonghwa, you would have either been stuck inside the bar during this or still attempting to cross the city to get back home.

               In a begrudging tone, you say, “You were right. I was cutting it too close at the bar. Thanks for letting me come over.” Showing gratitude to Seonghwa is new and the words feel foreign on your tongue.

               He goes over to the window, shuttering the curtains. “I get jumpy having the windows exposed during storms.” His tone is completely neutral – he doesn’t care if you find that strange because he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him or what makes him comfortable. “Also, it’s no problem.”

               Seonghwa sits down on the couch, stretching out his long legs. He wears just a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants now, his hair still damp from being caught in the rain.

               Not wanting to just stand there awkwardly, you gingerly sit down on the other side of the couch to put a little distance between the two of you. What is wrong with me? You think to yourself. Sure, it had always been evident to you that Seonghwa is attractive. But it was as if having him crack open the shell that carefully protected the logic of why you disliked him completely changed your perception. And now you are stuck in his apartment.

               “Why did you really come back to the bar just for a lighter?” You know that the question is pushy, given asking it earlier already, but the silence settling in the apartment is stifling and it is the first sentence to pop into your head.

               Seonghwa shifts slightly, the couch springs squeaking a little from old age. “It’s an important object to me. When I first moved here, I was entirely alone and had trouble keeping a job. Being blunt all the time doesn’t always work in my favor. I had worked a couple of retail jobs and kept getting fired for mouthing off. I was falling behind on rent and burning through my savings and stressing out. I felt stuck. See, I could turn into you and act fake all day at work and be resentful of people or be myself and be stressed out about money all the time. I wasn’t good at faking things. People could see through it immediately and I didn’t like how much energy I wasted. It burned me out.

I tinkered with cars in my spare time but hadn’t thought much of it until one night this car outside my last apartment broke down and the guy looked totally hopeless standing there, waiting for a tow truck. I don’t know what it was about him that made me stop. I think it was the expression on his face – a total fish out of water, you know?

               So, I stopped and asked him if he wanted me to take a look at it. The guy said sure because he couldn’t afford the tow truck costs. I ran upstairs and got the tools I had and spent an hour on the car. The truck was running late which gave me extra time to fix it. When it started up, the man looked so relieved, explained he just moved here a week ago and everything that could go wrong was going wrong. He offered to pay me but I refused because he already told me how the tow truck cost was gonna clean him out. He left. I didn’t think much of it.

               A week later, the guy is outside my apartment building when I get home from doing a shift at some shitty store on the other side of town. At the time, I didn’t have my motorcycle so I had to walk or take the bus everywhere.”

               The mention of a motorcycle brings you up short. However, it does strangely fit this new Seonghwa that you are learning about – you can easily picture him on it, tearing through the streets to get to his destination, the wind whipping through his hair.

               “I asked him how long he had been waiting there and he said an hour and gave me the lighter. Said he noticed me smoking as I tried to fix the car, that the lighter was gifted to him a couple years back and I would get more use out of it than he would. I tried to refuse because it looked expensive but he wouldn’t hear of it.” Seonghwa pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts, “The whole thing made me wonder if I could get hired working on cars. It would mean not dealing with people and the little bit I would interact, no one would care if I was blunt or too honest. People need their cars fixed, after all. I got hired a few weeks later at the shop I still work at. So, the lighter represents a turning point in my life, see? That’s why it’s important to me. It’s a reminder. And I was worried about leaving it in the bar in case the storm got really bad and damaged the place or something.”

               When Seonghwa had closed the curtains earlier from the storm, he hadn’t closed them all the way. Now, a sliver of dark light crosses his face, slicing cleanly across one eye, his nose and cheek. He looks lost in the memory and you almost hate to shatter it. At the same time, you fight the urge to…what, exactly? You aren’t sure. Reach across and touch his cheek?

               In a quiet voice, you ask, “It was Hongjoong, wasn’t it? The man whose car broke down?”

               Seonghwa nods curtly. “That’s right.”

               This time when the silence falls, it is more comfortable, like a favourite sweater rather than a smothering blanket.

*

               At some point, you doze off. Perhaps it is the sound of the storm, the slightly humid temperature in the apartment or simply Seonghwa himself. Regardless of the reason, when you next open your eyes, you are staring at the back of his hand which rests on his knee.

               As awareness creeps back into your body, the thunder booming louder than ever, realization strikes that you have fallen asleep against Seonghwa. Your head is resting on his shoulder, he has slumped down further on the couch, the scent of clean laundry and faint cinnamon filling your space. Shifting just a little, taking note of the steady rise and fall of his chest, you know that he is asleep as well.

               The power is still out, and since it is the middle of summer, it is a bit too warm for your liking without air conditioning especially now that you have dried off from being caught in the rain earlier. You aren’t sure how long you two have been sleeping or what the time is. The apartment is incredibly dark, the storm still in full swing, a bit more ferocious than before. We must be right in the middle of it now, you think, your eyes closing again.

               In the silence of the storm, being this close to Seonghwa, your body is acutely aware of the way you rest against him. Your heartrate is accelerated yet somehow at the same time you are comforted as well. Could it be possible that you understand Seonghwa to such an extent now that the jealously and annoyance is turning into…well, something else?

               You casually date a lot but nothing ever clicks. The conversations are superficial or tedious and you grow bored after a couple of times seeing someone. Yet with Seonghwa, who has cleverly seen right through your pretense at work, and goads you to drop the act, you are at ease. How could your opinion on him change in a day?

               Previously, you believed Seonghwa to live a miserable existence. Now, you realize he just lives a life on his own terms and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. He is content with one singular friend, a mechanic job, his small apartment and his motorcycle. He doesn’t lack for anything and you know if he did, he would make sure to have that added in his life. His blunt style of speaking isn’t because he is looking for a fight, he just is himself all the time.

               You move a little, just enough to tilt your face to look up at his. His eyes are closed, eyelashes dark smears against his skin, lips parted slightly, some of his blonde hair falling forward. Biting down your bottom lip, feeling the heat of his body next to yours, your mind flickering back to the image of Seonghwa pulling his shirt down over his head, you realize another thing that has been quietly nestled underneath the jealously and annoyance – that perhaps attraction lurks as well.

               Thunder crackles so loudly that you jolt a little, startled by the volume. Seonghwa lets out a soft murmur in his sleep, his eyes opening a little. Your breath catches. You are dangerously close to him, close enough that it would take half a second to lean forward and…

               Seonghwa looks drowsy, his eyes half lidded, but there is intensity behind the gaze that you feel all over your skin. So close now that you can feel his breath against your skin…and before you can question the urge or second guess yourself, you cross that half second and press your lips against his.

               If Seonghwa is surprised, he doesn’t show it. He returns the kiss immediately, starting off slow. Your head is light at the sensation of his lips against yours, your body responding in such a way that takes you by surprise. You want him in a way that you never expected, in a manner that propels you to bring your hand to the curve of his neck, drawing him even closer.

               His breath catches, the kiss deepening, growing more urgent. Your mind displays all the times Seonghwa has come into the bar with Hongjoong, all the cigarettes he lit, the people he pissed off, the easy going way he moved without any hesitation. Yes, you have always taken notice of him and it wasn’t just because he irked you, was it?

               Seonghwa’s breathing has quickened, his tongue slipping past your lips, your fingers curling around his hair as you lean into him. There is a fire blazing in your chest now, the urgency in which you need him growing by the second. One of his hands runs down your side, lingering on your hip but it isn’t enough. You want more. Briefly moving your hand that is on the back of his neck, you reach for his, pulling it upward towards your tits. He squeezes them immediately, groping you as a soft noise escapes from his mouth and tumbles into yours.

               When you finally break the kiss, Seonghwa’s cheeks are flushed, and he is looking at you in such a manner that you can feel it all the way down to your toes.

               “Can we go to your room?” You ask breathlessly.

               Seonghwa nods, standing up, and holding his hand out for you to take. You reach for him, his hand soft against yours as he leads you towards the bedroom. Perhaps it is from making out or just the fact the power is out, but your body is incredibly warm and it is all you can do not to just throw all the clothes you’re wearing off onto the floor.

               The blinds in Seonghwa’s room are still open, showing the view of another apartment complex next door and a rainswept street. There is no sun to be seen, nothing but the darkness of the clouds and the rain thrashing against the window. The room itself is barely illuminated and when you reach for Seonghwa’s shirt to tug it off him, half of his body is bathed in shadow. Tossing his shirt to the floor, your fingers running up along his abs to his shoulders, you pull him back in for another kiss.

               You seem to fit perfectly against him, his hands pressing against your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You can feel the tent in his sweatpants against your thigh. The kiss breaks, your lips grazing his, your heart beating hard in your chest. Your fingers rest in his hair and Seonghwa leans his head back a little.

               “You can pull on my hair,” He says in a low voice, “I don’t mind.”

               “You don’t mind or you want me to pull on your hair?”

               A smile tugs on the corner of his lips as he replies, “I want you to pull on my hair.”

               That is enough for you. With his hair wrapped around your fingers, you give a sharp pull as another kiss begins. He groans quietly, his lips traveling along your jaw, down your neck, nibbling along your skin as his hands slip between the waistband of the sweatpants you are borrowing and the top of your underwear.

               Seonghwa moves down further, your sweatpants soon dropping to the floor as he hooks his thumbs along the sides of your underwear and pulls them downward. There is a flash of lightning, briefly filling the room with light, and you watch as Seonghwa falls to his knees in front of you, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it. When he tilts his face upwards to look at you, silently asking for permission, it is all you can do not to tell him to hurry up.

               Instead you nod, sitting down on the bed. In one swift motion, Seonghwa yanks your underwear off and your legs circle around his head. His tongue probes your folds, dipping inside to taste your wetness as you bring one hand to his hair again, getting a good grip on it. Seonghwa spreads your lips apart gently, allowing him to insert his tongue into your wet hole, his groans muffled. As he works on tasting you, his nose occasionally brushes against your clit, driving you crazy. Every time that happens, you reflexively pull on his hair which only seems to work him up more.

               Another flash of lightning. The curve of his neck, his shoulders propping your legs up, blonde hair against your hand. His tongue darts upwards, one single flick against your nub, driving a gasp out of you. Seonghwa brings his tongue back down, clearly teasing you. You wiggle your hips urgently. The only thing you can focus on is him between your thighs, the desire for a man you didn’t even realize you had an eye on until today. It is becoming so overwhelming that you pull sharply on his hair to illustrate your desire.

               The hair pulling only works Seonghwa up more, his breathing ragged against your cunt as he finally moves his mouth to your clit, sucking on it softly for a few seconds just to heighten your passion. Your head rolls back, eyes closing tightly as he switches between sucking and rolling his tongue across your swollen nub. You cannot help yourself – you are grinding your cunt against his face, your grip on his hair firm, so close to finishing –

               Seonghwa stops, pulling away so abruptly that your hold breaks. It is like someone turning off a light switch. A whine escapes you, looking down at him in frustration. He stands up, removing his sweatpants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hard cock to stroke it.

               “You want me to fuck you?” His voice has dropped an octave, his hair a mess from all the pulling.

               The ‘yes’ that comes from you is more like a whine, your hand falling to your clit, rubbing yourself as you take in the sight of him.

               Seonghwa crawls onto the bed, his body sliding over yours. Light headed again, your hands come to rest on his sides, needing him to fuck you already.

               But he is still teasing you, his lips brushing against your neck, one hand groping your tits as he goes, “You sure? You aren’t too offended about what I said about your Blue Hawaii drink? Don’t want to tell me off for not being fake nice enough?”

               The irritation that blooms in your chest is very familiar although strangely enough it only seems to further your desire. Impatiently, you reply, “You’re still wrong about the drink. It’s plenty strong. If you had it again, you would – ah –” The rest of your complaint is lost in a moan as Seonghwa slides the full length of himself inside your wet cunt.

               Seonghwa goes still for a moment, breathing uneven, as he says, “Sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

               He begins to rock his hips, getting used to being inside you. Your hands skim across his sides to his back, feeling his muscles move underneath your fingertips. As he thrusts increase in speed, your back arches as you start to moan his name. Seonghwa’s lips are against your neck, kissing you there, your heart thrumming underneath each touch.

               “Bite me,” You say desperately and he does so, leaving a trail along your neck that you will have to cover up the next time you work. When he finishes with one side, he switches to the other, his teeth biting along your skin as his cock is buried in your cunt.

               You try to rock your hips to meet his thrusts but his pace is increasing, his body curled around yours. His hands move from the side to under your body, gripping your ass tightly against his palms as he rams his cock. The position forces your legs apart more as he drills into your cunt, fucking you into the mattress as the storm rages outside.

               Your hands find his hair again, tugging and pulling on it just to make Seonghwa fuck you faster. He is panting, his grip on your ass tight, your legs bouncing with each jerk of his hips. You are going to cum soon, between him working your cunt with his mouth earlier and the angle and speed, it is pushing you closer to the edge every moment.

               “Hwa,” You gasp, “I’m going – I’m going to cum.”

               He doesn’t reply, just brings his lips against yours, not slowing down. His tongue is in your mouth as your climax begins, making your entire body hum and tingle as your pussy tightens around his cock. You try to move against him, gripping his hair so hard that you must be pulling on it unknowingly.

               “In me,” You beg against his mouth as your climax only grows stronger, “Cum in me.”

               Hwa squeezes your ass, driving his cock all the way in you, letting out a guttural moan as he begins to cum. He goes still, spilling inside you as your pussy milks his cock, feeling the warmth mingle with yours as the two of you climax together in a mess of noise and sweat.

               Panting, Seonghwa slowly pulls out of you before flopping onto his back, running his hands through his hair, his eyes closed. Lightning fills the room again as you turn your face to look at him, trying to catch your breath. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, the darkness of the room settling back in. It’s been ages since you’ve had sex and last time was nothing like this. It had never been quite like this.

               You know sleep is coming and don’t stop it. You’ll figure out everything later. Right now, it is enough to be here in Seonghwa’s room with him.

*

               The bar suffers minimal damage in the storm and opens a couple days afterwards. The night sky is full of stars, the tourists are back to bustling in and you are thinking of Seonghwa.

               Okay, so you panicked upon waking up next to him. In the morning light, the storm having finally broke through while sleeping, Seonghwa had turned on his side at some point, fast asleep with his back facing you.

               The full force of what you had done hit you then like a train. You had slept with Seonghwa, of all people, someone you hadn’t thought particularly kindly about…until he had waltzed into the bar looking for the lighter. A few conversations with him was all it took to shatter the careful shield around yourself and how you perceived him. And then what did you do? You fucked him.

               So, yes, you hurriedly dressed back into your now dry and stiff clothes and snuck out of his apartment like a thief. You didn’t have his phone number. He didn’t have yours. Surely, he wouldn’t show up at the bar now, right? Whatever happened there was some strange occurrence brought on from the storm.

               Because what could happen next? You two start dating? Was that even a possibility? No, would you even want such a thing? Could you see yourself with Seonghwa? (Yes, came the tiny voice in the back of your head which you tried to squash.)

               “Sorry, I don’t have that, sold out of that brand of tequila earlier. Our inventory shipment got delayed cuz of the storm.” You tell a tourist that is interrupting your Seonghwa brooding.

               They scowl, “Can’t you go down to the liquor store and get some?”

               “Can’t you?” You fire back without thinking before realizing that you have slipped up – your careful façade of bullshit around tourists slipped.

               Their friend snickers loudly, tugging on their sleeve. “Come on, you sound like a dick.” They say when a glare is fired their way.

               You think the tourist is going to storm out but instead they look a little chagrined. Their friend leads them away towards a table where they sit down and start revisiting the drink menu. Relief sweeps through you. Maybe Seonghwa is right, you think tentatively. Sure, you couldn’t pull an attitude like that at a retail job but this is a bar, after all. Maybe you didn’t need to be so phony all the time. How could I spend one day with this man and be rethinking everything like this?

               When the crowd thins out, Seonghwa is standing there as if conjured up from your thoughts. Taken aback, your heart freezing in your chest, you stare openly at him. Tonight, he is just wearing a sleeveless blue shirt, exposing the muscles in his arms easily, his hair tousled by the wind coming off the ocean. His jeans are riddled with holes as usual and he holds his typical quiet confidence. Shockingly, Hongjoong is not with him.

               Seonghwa sits at the bar, glowering at someone who tried to take the stool first, sending the person scampering off a few seats away. He looks pointedly at your neck which is covered up careful in foundation to hide the bite marks.

               “What do you want?” You ask, the words coming out far more hostile than intended because your heart is galloping.

               Seonghwa clasps his slender hands together and you think of the way they felt gripping your ass as he fucked you, thighs squeezing together at the memory.

               “Your phone number.”

               The words take you by surprise. “Why?” Demanding rude tone – great, you are doing a wonderful job at ruining this.

               “So I could ask you out,” He replies, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

               You hesitate for a moment. “You want to see me again?”

               Seognhwa has the lighter in his hand, the flame kicking up, cutting across the top of the cigarette and lighting the tip. “You’re not interested in seeing me again? Only want to hang out when a storm rolls in?”

               Feeling weirdly flustered, you say, “No, that isn’t true. I want to see you again.”

               He puffs on the cigarette, staring at you evenly. I really like him, you think and as terrifying as that is, you want to follow up on it and see where it goes with this man who swept in and changed everything so quickly and easily.

               “Well, get your phone out then so I can give you my number.” You gesture to him.

               Resting the cigarette in between his lips, he brings his phone out, adding your number when you recite it. When finished, he goes, “One more thing too. Want a drink.”

               “What beer?” You ask, noticing a particularly large group of visitors entering the bar at that time, momentarily distracted from Seonghwa.

               “I’ll take a Blue Hawaii,” He says casually.

               Your gaze falls back on Seonghwa and he doesn’t look away. In the hum and buzz of the bar, there is now only the two of you. You know what ordering this drink again illustrates – I’m giving it another chance because I want you to take a leap with me. This is bigger than Seonghwa asking for your phone number and you both know it.

               For a crazy second, you want to lean forward and kiss him in front of everyone. But you don’t, remembering that you are still at work. Instead, you grab a glass off the shelf, give a small shrug and go, “Alright.”

               As you mix the drink, Seonghwa puffs on his cigarette, the smoke curling upwards, even ignoring when someone accidently jostles him hard enough to almost spill the Blue Hawaii as you hand it to him. He is too busy staring at you. You have a feeling he has always been staring like this. Just like you had been under the guise of irritation. Maybe it has always been just the two of you in the bar, circling around one another until the storm brought everything together.

               Seonghwa orders another when the first one is finished.

the end.

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🌊 sailor!Elliott AU: Introduction ⛈️

Sailor!Elliott AU, inspired by Letters from the Atlantic by The Arcadian Wild...

content warning: storm exposure, near drowning, hospitalization, near death experience, depressive themes, emotional numbing

(also don't let the initial formatting fool you--this is not fanfiction. This is just a HC in a narrative format instead of the usual bullet points because I have a lot of Thoughts(TM).)

I’m being followed by the rain clouds My clothes are soaking up the pain that keeps pouring down Too much more and I may drown I’m being followed by the night sky It stole away my sight, it seems I have lost my way I need someone to be my guide...

-- "Rain Clouds" by The Arcadian Wild

You board the train for Stardew Valley, weary but eager to begin a new life on the old farm in Pelican town. The locals are friendly and lively, and when you make your way to the beach, you find an empty cabin in the sand...

When you meet Willy and ask about it, he shrugs. "It's where I stayed while Robin and I was buildin' my shop home on the pier. Now I s'pose it could be used as a shed or something..."

Your first season on the farm passes with lots of tears, sweat, and some blood, if you're the mining type. Summer only increases the sweat.

The locals forewarn of the Clockwork Storms--storm cells that always generate on Summer 13 and 26, every year, unfailingly. They warn they're usually the worst of the year and recommend you prepare accordingly and just bunker down with the rest of them.

Sure enough, Summer 13's Clockwork Storm hits with flashes bright as the sun and bangs that make the ground tremble.

Emerging on the 14th, you count yourself lucky that you only lost a few crops to the storm. On your way to Pierre's to recoup your losses, you hear some commotion from the beach. Curiosity and concern draw you to the source, and you hurry to the pier to find Willy hauling something out of his boat. A big something.

The closer you get, the thing starts to take the form of--

"He's still breathin', I think!" Willy grunts. "Come quick, help me get'm up on the deck."

You and Willy manage to get the man off the boat and onto the deck of the pier. The man's long, reddish-auburn hair is tied back in a frayed braid, and he's bare chested, his shoulders and back hot and beginning to blister from exposure. His olive green pants, once rolled at the bottom, are now ragged and torn. Willy was right--he is breathing, but it's shallow. He's gaunt and scalding hot to the touch, but alive, despite it all.

As you're assessing him, his eyes flutter open. He's dazed. It seems to take a great effort to even move his eyes. You're unsure if he's even conscious. Then his eyes land on you. There's a brief but vibrant spark, and you can't help but notice his eyes are the same verdant green that reminds you of your new home on the farm. His lips part as if to speak, but nothing comes out. His eyes flutter shut

You have the good sense to know that if this man's going to survive, he needs to be brought to the clinic--there's nothing to be done for him here. You and Willy manage to get him to the clinic where he's promptly tended to and given emergency, likely life-saving measures. After a tenuous hour or so, Harvey emerges and said that he believes the man has stabilized, but he's horribly sun poisoned and dehydrated, and that's just what he can tell on the surface. Harvey says he's working with limited resources, but he'll do everything he can to give the guy the best chance at pulling through. He encourages you to come by tomorrow and check in.

The clinic is closed for the rest of the day.

- - -

If you choose to return on the 15th, Harvey approves, and gives you the update that the man remained stable overnight, but he's still very weak and will likely wake up in a lot of pain. But he will likely wake up, Harvey reiterates with relief

- - -

If you choose to return on the 16th, Harvey approves, and says that the man seems to be recovering. He says there's brief flashes of consciousness and he seems to attend to questions, but he's still too dazed to speak. Harvey encourages you to come by again tomorrow. He anticipates he'll be well enough to interact with for brief periods of time.

- - -

If you return on the 17th, you'll walk in on Harvey assessing the man, who is now fully conscious. As predicted, he appears to be in a fair amount of pain, but Harvey is confident that it's just residual soreness and sunburns. Harvey introduces you as one of the people who helped save him.

The man takes you in with a weary gaze, one that soon softens and warms. He sounds breathless as he says, "Thank you."

The man quickly clears his throat, trying again. His voice is still weak and raspy, as he says, "Thank you... I owe you... my life." He swallows, a challenging thing. "Elliott," he manages, shakily holding his hand out.

You give your name, and reach to shake his hand. Instead, he gently draws your hand to him and kisses your knuckles with his sun-chapped lips.

Elliott winces as he lays back, visibly drained. Harvey encourages Elliott to go back to resting, and for you to return to your day. As you're leaving, you hear a weak, hoarse voice trying desperately to be heard.

"Come back..."

You turn around. Elliott has his eyes closed and is lying still. He takes another breath, then looks to you through a half-lidded gaze.

"...tomorrow?" Elliott finishes.

You nod.

- - -

If you come back on the 18th, Harvey and Elliott approve. Elliott is sitting up on the bed reading when you come in.

He looks up and greets you by name. It looks like he's been given the chance to wash up--he looks brighter, and his auburn reddish hair shines, tied back loosely at his shoulders and pulled to the side with less bandages on it. He's shirtless, skin almost as red as his hair, and you can see all the bandages across his shoulders and back.

What happened to your shirt?

(no change in approval) Elliott blinks. "It was too painful to keep taking it off and putting it back on again for bandage changes. I hope it doesn't bother you."

How are you feeling today?

(approval gain) Elliott gives a polite smile. "Moving hurts, breathing hurts… but I can do both, and for that I am thankful."

What are you reading?

(approval gain) Elliott lights up, flashing the cover. "Kind doctor Harvey was generous enough to lend me a tome from his collection. It's a collection of short stories he had left over from his undergraduate studies. Turns out we went to university around the same time, so it's been a wonderful trip down memory lane. And a relief that it wasn't one of his medical textbooks!"

ALL PATHS CONVERGE: "So… I'm guessing you're probably curious as to how I got here? Besides, of course, the part where you pulled me from death's doorstep."

From the other room, Harvey interjects, monotone, "You weren't on death's doorstep."

"Alright, then you pulled me from the speeding taxi to Death's neighborhood?" he lifts the end of the sentence, looking towards the sound of Harvey's voice for approval.

Harvey's voice comes after a pause, "Wordy, but accurate."

"We'll workshop it," Elliott calls back, then turns his attention back to you. "So, yes, I'm afraid it's not much of a story--unlucky wayfaring sailor caught in a bad storm… The Clockwork Storms, I'm told a bit too late. I've held my own against a few storms in my day, but this was… I didn't give my love the respect she deserves, and as they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A mistake I won't make twice!"

(A perceptive farmer notices a certain flippancy about his story that seems out of place for a man who otherwise appears passionate and verbose.)

He goes on, "Oh, [name], I've been meaning to ask--did you happen to find any of my possessions or a rucksack on me when you revived me?"

You shake your head, indicating it was Willy who got to him first.

"So Willy was the one who pulled me from the sea, and you helped him get me from shore to here? Oh dear, I really was succumbed. Ah well. I'll check with him tomorrow after I get discharged. It'd be nice to have my own clothes back, among other things.

"Thanks for stopping by. It means a lot. I've been many places, and so few as full of kindness as here. I do hope to get to see you again tomorrow."

- - -

Elliott gets discharged from the hospital on the 19th. If you enter Pelican Town before 5pm, you'll encounter Elliott leaving the clinic. He looked well-kept, freshly shaven, and his clothes have been laundered. He wears his same olive green pants and a plain white shirt. He'll flag you down and ask you to help him find his way around.

Sorry, I'm too busy right now.

(no change in approval) Elliott visibly deflates, but forces a smile. "Ah, well. I... suppose I've seen myself through larger ports than this. No matter, I'll find my own way..."

(the cutscene ends with Elliott meandering towards the east side of town, murmuring about finding Willy.)

I'd be happy to!

(Elliott approves) Elliott beams. "Splendid. I knew I could rely on your kindness to see me through."

A short montage style cutscene follows where the farmer appears with Elliott in front of the different areas in Pelican Town. He's shown having a few introductions to the people around town, having a little heart bubble over his head at the library, having a very lively conversation with Robin [about building boats], and going to Pierre's to stock up on a few things. Finally, the farmer walks Elliott over the bridge to the beach.

Elliott takes in a big breath of the sea air and releases it contentedly. "Back again... lovely place, when one's conscious enough to enjoy it."

You take him over to the docks near Willy's shop, and Willy enters the scene from the ocean on his fishing boat. Willy greets you and Elliott. He addresses Elliott, "I remember you sayin' you'd had some belongings so I went back to about where I'd found ya, accountin' fer a few days drift and whatnot, and poked around a bit..."

Willy steps out of his boat and onto the docks, handing him a plank of wood with splintered edges. It has the name of his boat painted on it, but you can't make it out before he puts it under his arm as Willy then hands him a battered and torn rucksack. "Found these. Thought you might like that back. The rucksack I saw was caught on a splintered piece of, well, what's now driftwood, unfortunately."

"I can't begin to thank you enough." Elliott begins to dig through the rucksack. "Once I can get the saltwater out of my town clothes, I'll feel so much more... Hmm." He frowns. "Where's...? I know I put it in here..."

Elliott continues to search. He kneels on the dock and takes out every article of clothing, a few pens, hair ties, soaked rations, and some spare g contained in the rucksack until it is flat and empty. His demeanor begins to falter. "Uh, Willy? A book. Was there a book? Brown leather, bound across the cover with a string, papers, envelopes, writing inside? Did you find anything like that?"

Willy can tell Elliott's becoming distressed. "I... I'm 'fraid not, nothing that I seen like that. I'm sorry."

Elliott stares at the contents of the rucksack. There's an immense heaviness to his features. He kneels there in silence, hardly moving, for a several moments. Finally, he says, "I... see." His voice is low, with no affect. He slowly, numbly, puts the items back in the torn rucksack. Once they're back in, he stands, a bit unsteady. He doesn't look at you or Willy, but you can see the rims of his eyes are red.

"Sincerely, thank you, both of you... I am just... That book was... important. I... need some time alone... please, excuse me."

Elliott walks off screen and the cutscene ends.

Elliott's sprite will remain sitting on the beach, unresponsive, for the remainder of the day. When it becomes dark, he'll move to one of the towels on the beach and lay down, still unresponsive. The game is set not to rain or storm on Summer 19 or 20th.

- - -

If you return to the beach on the 20th, Elliott will still be back to sitting by the water, unresponsive. Willy will approach you, saying he talked to Robin about getting a bed for the old cabin, and that he's gonna let Elliott stay there. He says he picked the best time to stay on the beach, but it won't be that way for long. Willy asks for your help to talk to Elliott. You nod.

You and Willy approach Elliott.

Alright, that's enough moping.

(no approval change) Elliott remains unresponsive.

Hey, there's a cabin you can stay in.

(no approval change) Elliott doesn't look up, distantly shrugs.

Elliott? It's [name] and Willy. We're concerned for you.

(no approval change) Elliott meets your gaze. His eyes are dull and red rimmed. His voice is raspy as he says, "Sorry?"

ALL PATHS CONVERGE: Willy clears his throat. "Ain't right to let somebody stay out in the elements without at least offerin' refuge." Willy motions to the cabin. "Robin'll be by with a bed soon. It ain't much, but you're welcome to use it for s'long as you need."

Elliott's mouth hangs slightly open as he looks between the two of you. He swallows, starts to speak but his voice is cracked. He clears his throat and starts again. "Truly? ...Your kindness knows no bounds."

Willy offers him a hand to help him get up and Elliott takes it, slow to rise. You and Willy walk Elliott over to the cabin and Willy opens the door, letting you all in. It's musty inside, but the sunlight coming through the window gives it a warm, cozy glow.

Willy excuses himself: "Lemme go see about that bed. I reckon she may have other furniture to spare too."

Elliott is quiet for a few moments when you are both alone.

Put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

(Elliott approves) Elliott almost flinches, then like melting ice relaxes into your touch. After a moment, he looks to you and says, "Thank you, [name]. I'm... at a loss for words."

I'll go see about helping, too.

(no approval change) As you turn to leave, Elliott stops you.

ALL PATHS CONVERGE: "I apologize for my... persistent moroseness. Give me a few days, and I'll come around. I'd be happy to speak more with you then."

Elliott is inaccessible for the next 3 days and does not attend any festivals during that time.

- - -

On Summer 23, he begins his normal routine.

He'll greet the farmer the first time they interact with a tired but optimistic smile. "Good to see you again, [name]. Thank you for your understanding earlier. Things still hurt, my heart chief among them, but if grief is love with nowhere to go, it's time to turn my sails to the wind and chart a new course. First things first, I need a new boat... time to get to work!"

If you talk to him again, he'll add, "I'll be keeping myself busy rebuilding, but don't let that turn you into a stranger. Stop by any time. Some company every now and then would be nice."

(end notes: I chose not to give any reactions to when he kisses the farmer's hand in the clinic because we all know what we're here for and it's not to be mean.)

sailor!Elliott AU inventory:

Introduction | General Overworld HCs | Heart Events 1-10 | Proposal and Marriage

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[faythgoddess]

The storm rolling in before producing a tornado. The thunder coming from the cloud was beautiful! ⛈️💜

@faythgoddess

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[aerodaltonimperial]

JungleCorpse + a rainstorm 💚⛈️🖤

(Oops - spooky lighthouse AU 'verse)

When Jack opens his eyes, he's on the road outside the apartment. That is, in and of itself, concerning enough, but the fact that he's sans shoes and he can hear the roar of the ocean waves ahead makes the whole thing worse. His arm throbs beneath the tattoo, healed and dark. The rain stings against his face when it comes down sideways, a deluge: a rare, once-in-a-blue-moon autumn storm.

He sucks in air that puts water in his lungs and pushes curls out of his face. What the fuck. What the fuck is this? Everything was supposed to be done, and now he's staring at the ocean bathed in darkness having sleep-walked his way out of his damn door. His chest tightens, yearning.

"Jack."

Jack turns to stare at Darby, who is a few steps behind him on the concrete. At least Darby put shoes on. "What the fuck?"

"I know," Darby says.

"I was asleep?"

Darby shrugs. "Close enough. I followed you out so you wouldn't end up drowning yourself."

Not for the first time, Jack finds himself infinitely grateful for Darby being such a light sleeper. Thunder rolls overhead, a rumble beneath Jack’s skin. Jack looks back at the surf, an angry roar of salt and foam. He breathes again, deep.

"I thought this was done," he says, helplessly. "I thought it was supposed to be over."

Darby’s fingertips press against Jack’s arm, and then, when Jack crumples against him, his arms slide all the way around. His hold is fiercely possessive, and really, that's what got Jack into this mess in the first place, isn't it? "I'm sorry."

"Why does it still want me?" Jack asks, muffled against where his head has half-fallen onto Darby’s shoulder.

"It doesn't. It wants me. You're the object standing in its way."

Jack’s lungs burn. "When will this end?"

Darby is quiet for a long while as the rain beats against their forms. Then, quietly, he says, "I don't know."

Jack presses his face against Darby’s neck, and tries to ignore the pounding in the waves echoed back between his ribs, a furious and mournful rhythm.

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[frankieispunkk]

Pedro pascal character’s comforting you through a storm ⛈️

It’s storming right now and my autistic Ass needs some comfort.

Frankie morales 🚁🐟

Frankie is admittedly a little scared himself,the thunder booms remind him of the war and being in South America and he hates it. But as soon as he sees you panicking all of his thoughts are pushed back and his attention is fully on you,holding you close,telling you it’s going to be ok,putting on your favourite tv show/movie for distraction. He also realises this is a BIG sensory no no for you and makes sure whether you want to cuddle or for him just to be next to you. He will put on the “cozy lights” and get your favourite comfort food if you feel like eating.

Basically this man will give you the world if you’d let him,during a storm is no exception.

Joel miller 🧟‍♂️🪓

You didn’t think that Joel cold hearted miller cared about you until one faithful night when you were both making camp,it was dark outside and a sudden flash of lightning made you jump out of your skin. “You ok there sweetheart?” Joel kinda jokes but also is genuinely concerned about your safety,when you jump again at the sound of thunder Joel sits down beside you and let’s you cuddle into him,”it’s ok sugar,only a bit of thunder”he says quietly. I’ll make sure there is no clickers,I’ve checked the permitter 5 times already but after the worst of this is over I’ll check again” you and Joel make light conversation about your childhoods (both growing up in Texas) until the storm clears and you fall asleep,he didn’t sleep that night,to afraid of 2 things,A,what lurks in the woods and B,his feelings for you.

Javier pena 👮‍♀️🚬

Javi is honestly confused why you are scared of the thunderstorm but he is understanding,”want to take your mind of it mi amor” he whispers,Javi only knows one distraction and that is sex. So he makes love to you till sunrise. He would be more vocal than usual,whispering praises and how much you mean to him in your ear. This is very unusual of Javi but you’re into it…maybe it should storm more often.

Marcus soft boi pike 🩷🫶🏻

Ultimate boyfriend/husband alert!! He will tell you in advance that the storm is coming and prepares a night in with all the best movies and comfort food and cuddles (or just cuddles if you prefer) he will hold you close every time a thunder boom scares you and stroke your hair gently to comfort you,he will whisper how proud he is of you and how brave you are being. He will bring your favourite candles out and light them (even if there is still power) and lets you snuggle into his chest until you fall into a deep sleep,when you wake up the next morning you find Marcus had carried you to bed and he is spooning you with his body wrapped around you,you feel so safe and secure. He is your home,you don’t ever feel scared with Marcus,you know that he is going to be there for you every step of the way. He constantly reminds you how much he loves and cares about you,and how he would do anything for you. You turn around to admire the sleeping beauty that is your husband,mouth slightly open,hair draped over his eyebrows,yeah you could live like this for the rest of your life.

Jack (whiskey) Daniels 🤠

Surprisingly very soft,you two are on a undercover mission when a storm rolls in, jack automatically notices you are anxious about this. “You ok sugar?” I fucking hate storms” you say with embarrassment on your face “no embarrassment in that sugar,everyone has their fears,I’m not to fond of them myself I must admit,come here and give old jack a cuddle” he says softly,you and jack snuggle underneath a blanket until the storm passes,you never knew that jack “ladies man” daniels could be this soft…you wish you saw this side of him more often.

Javi g 🧸🩷

This man will be just as scared as you,he is the human equivalent of a golden retriever. And will cuddle into you for both of your comfort, A la mierda esta tormenta, me alegro de tenerte aquí hermosa. You chuckle softly,he always uses his native tongue when he is pissed off with something “I agree darling but it will be over soon,let’s watch a movie.” Javi is your home,your comfort and you love everything about him,and he loves everything about you,he tells you constantly,when ever he can,especially after sex. The man is a god at aftercare,you watch the movie and fall asleep in his arms. You couldn’t think of a better life.

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[jadenoryuu]

Finally after a beat of drought, the rain(storms) are scheduled to roll in...

The thing is that it's 2 am in here, but I can't for the life of me go to sleep: while only a couple of raindrops had fallen, the air is already chillier and sometimes the night sky lights up as if it's daytime and I'm in awe.

@teacupsandstarlight I know you're gonna yell at me tomorrow morning when you'll read this, but how can't I enjoy this first breath of autumn??

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[paradoxscribbles]

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[astrangertomykin]

Fir’ah, the storm sorcerer rolling their way through Faerûn ⛈️

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[ladyazulina]

Linney's Campaign

Masterpost

🌸 Spring 1 🌸

Weather: Stormy ⛈️

Previous Part: Their New Life Is About To Begin…

Let's not get drenched anymore, please

Word Count: 2.096.

I don’t.

Ask the Spirit of the Forest #3 When you seek to resolve questions, discover details about the Valley, determine how other characters react, you may… Format your query as a yes / no question and roll on the following table. Question: Was Linney prepared for the weather? It drew a 16, so the answer is no.

I'm not even halfway there when a thunder roars overhead and tons of water fall down on me. I'm drenched in seconds, the cold making its way through my skin to cling to my bones.

The entrance to the valley, an arch with the name written meters above the ground, disappears behind a curtain of water. Right in front of my eyes. If I hadn't seen it in front of me, I'd be lost.

I stumble the next few steps, the sudden insecurity eating me from the inside out at the possibility that ahead isn't the right path, as if I've somehow changed direction without realizing it. But it is possible. Is it possible? With all this water blocking the view.

I stretch out my arms, hoping to brush against the pillars of the arch or the wall of the building behind them or something that tells me I'm close to being close to a shelter. Is it too late to try to return under the forest’s leafy canopy? What tells me that I won't end up walking through the wildflowers field instead, not knowing what's on the other side?

Ask the Spirit of the Forest #2 When you seek to resolve questions, discover details about the Valley, determine how other characters react, you may… Format your query as a yes / no question and roll on the following table. Question: Does Linney bring luggage? It drew a 10, so the answer is no.

At least I'm not carrying anything other than my existence, just imagining how difficult it would be to move with bags or suitcases makes my legs feel heavier, as if I were wading through the water instead of just going under -through- it.

… I'm not wading through water, am I?

A bolt of lightning lights up the sky and no, I'm not wading through water. I am in the middle of a valley, on flat land, there is no way -well, that it exists, it exists- to wade through water in this situation -that it is what is happening at this moment, it’s not.

The lightning didn't just light up the sky for a second, and yes, that was the first thought that crossed my mind, but not the last. I ran to the valley, even though my clothes and my hair and the torrential were against me, and stretch an arm for the arch pillar, the light fading for an instant before I brush it.

I exhale in relief because that's one challenge less.

I circle the pillar until I brush the wall of the building behind and follow its lead to the front. I stumble over something, not being able to hear the chorus of noise or my own complaint above the water, returning my hand to the wall as soon as I can to continue to the door. Somehow, I feel the heat emanating from the inside despite being in the freezing cold outside.

I open the door, lightning flashing just then, a thunder following two seconds later. I should take at least one step inside to get out of the storm, but how dry and fluffy the entrance rug looks makes me reconsider all the decisions I've made in life. Having visited a couple of inns in the last few days helps me to identify what my eyes see as one, though I have even been to others with more luxury and decoration in apartment receptions in the city, but this interior looks so warm and cozy, so rustic and natural, that despite being the first time I see it, I feel like I'm already home.

Or would be if I took just one more step, one inside.

The reception is to the left. An empty space with tall individual tables and reclining chairs piled along the wall to the right. Closed curtains in the back, two more on the wall to the right.

“I knew the weather altered the proper functioning of their devices, but that they dismissed my concern without even paying attention to me? They're going to listen to me!”

The spheres of lights that brush the ceiling increase in intensity, some descending near the walls to illuminate other areas, such as the space behind the reception.

“I knew the alarm activated for nothing! It's just a matter of this rain stopping, I'll make them check each and every one of their devices- For the divine grace of Serket!”

A tall fair-skinned woman leaps halfway in front of the reception desk, her long wavy hair falling from under a wool cap, dark brown on the right side and blond on the left, with one of her long-nailed hands resting on her chest, but the surprise in her face is quickly replaced by concern and she hastens to close the distance between us.

“What are you doing? Come in, come in,” she waves and I finally take a step inside, the storm stops falling down on me just before her warm hand closes around my arm, pulling me to take more steps inside so she can close the door behind me.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to wet the rug…”

“The rug will survive!”

She immediately lets go of me, moving around in a frantic search for something. She's dressed against the cold from head to toe, even though she's wearing a strappy blouse under the giant sweater. And she's pretty tall without the shoes, but she wears heels anyway. A voluminous purplish scorpion's tail, taut and with the lethal tip pointing at the ceiling behind her.

I look down, a puddle of water growing under my feet, the rug definitely ruined at the entrance.

A heavy warm towel surrounds me, doing nothing against the chill under my skin.

“Come on, you have to dry yourself. You don't know how dangerous these storms are.”

Up close, her eyes are like chocolate.

… Maybe I'm hungry.

I stop her efforts by moving my hand, trying to dry my hair a bit. But the towel must be magicked, because the heat that it emanates remains in the lock of my hair, on my soaked clothes.

I look at her. She smiles.

“It's been raining for days and while it's not a solution, it's a pretty good quick answer, don't you think?”

I smile a little, feeling at ease. Or maybe three days of travel have been too long for my body.

“Maybe you'll want to take off your shoes,” she advises. “Oh girl,” she gently pulls the strap of the crossbody bag across my chest, “would you like to put it out to dry with whatever you have inside it?”

I hadn't thought of that, but I nod anyway.

She walks to the far wall, dragging the nearest table and reaching to grab one of the lowest light spheres. I follow her, throwing the towel off my shoulder to disengage myself from the bag. I leave it on the table and she waits for my consent to take out the contents, meanwhile, I take off my boots, and stockings, to leave them at the foot of the table.

I know that it would make sense to no one else, but she doesn't express anything when she arranges a packet of pasta, a Fabergé egg, a book, and a sodden envelope that seems about to fall apart next to the backpack. She leaves the sphere of light in the center and I can feel the heat that it radiates from here. She takes two more spheres to slide into my boots, clapping her hands together in silent applause as she straightens up.

“Now it's just you.”

“I don't think I can warm up even by putting all the spheres together…”

“You can talk!” Her face brightens before darkening. “Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! That was so rude! I don't know why I said that! I mean, yes, I know, but that was not my intention at all-“

I can't help but smile and that seems to be reason enough to relax her.

“You're of my vibe,” she points to me with the index fingers of her joined hands, “that's amazing. I can”—she reaches out a hand to touch the towel—“get you another, but that's the best I can do. The hot springs are not going to get warm up in this weather.”

“It’s fine, I think that may be enough…”

At least for the moment.

She smiles at me before disappearing down the hall at the end of the reception counter, from where I couldn't see her coming with the door open. There are two other closed curtains, one on each side of the main door. And the wall behind the reception is a mural with different bulletins and a calendar.

I stay put, finishing using the heat of the towel with the rest of my hair and rubbing it against my pant legs.

“Now at least you're going to be dry,” she smiled at me when she came back and we exchange towels, wrapping the new one around me again.

“Even though I'm still freezing inside.”

She makes a small face, folding the towel between her arms.

“How did you get there in this weather?”

“I just went through the forest,” I point to the curtains, behind the table with my things, “it wasn't raining when I get out,” I raise my shoulders, “and it seems that it's only raining in this region.”

“Yeah,” she nods, “but it's heading into the interior,” she props her weight up on one leg. “It's strange that they didn't tell you anything in town,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, how strange…”

Although I remember their frantic refusal, not only to accompany me, but in my lonely dive into the forest, too determined to listen to anything.

“But here I am.”

“Yeah. What brings you to Iron Valley?” She smiles at me. “You'll see, when the storm passes, that we are warmer than it seems.”

I smile softly, looking at the envelope that was already crumbling enough before of also being drenched.

“A letter,” I look at her. “I assume that since you had no idea of my arrival, you also have no idea who might have sent it to me.”

“Oh,” her expression drops a little, “no. I had no idea.” She holds up a hand to wiggle a finger. “But maybe you can ask Orion, they’re our mailperson. They must have sent the letter to the town for them to send it to you.”

I nod a little.

“I understand. Orion. Thank you.”

“Wasn't there more information in the letter?” She tilts her head.

“The only thing I could salvage is that it came from here, Iron Valley, but nothing else,” I swallow at the memory of the letter's other legible content, but it won't do any good to mention it if she doesn't even know anything about the letter itself.

“Well, I really hope Orion can help you,” she shakes out the towel and starts to fold it. “Quite unlucky enough is to have arrived in this weather.”

Do they consider this kind of thing a matter of luck?

“Uhm, this is an inn, right? Do you think I could-?”

“Oh,” her expression falls again. “Well, yes, this is an inn,” she nods, “but the storm has leaked most of the rooms and the ones I had free are occupied. As much as I want to, I don't have a space you can stay in.”

“It would be enough if you could let me stay right here,” I spread my arms to encompass the reception in a gesture.

She smiles at me, a little fondly, if I can trust the twinkle in her eyes, and she leaves the folded towel on the counter.

“Come on, sweetie,” she walks around the side of the furniture, “I'm sure I can at least get you a couch. And I know perfectly well who can help us with it,” she smiles at me, looking up from whatever she has there that might occupy her attention. “Just give me a moment.”

Try My Best #1

Next Part: Who's this?

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[sjsmith56]

The Storm - Chapter 5, Finding Jade

Summary: The group stops off to pick up some horses, deciding to buy them when they realize the outfitters are running a slaughterhouse. On their return to the Bunker they discuss the attempt to take Jade. Ma realizes that someone is behind the attempt. Bucky and Jade consummate their relationship while a storm rages outside. She shares a telepathic connection during their lovemaking that exposes their memories to each other.

Length: 3.8K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jade, Ma, Steve, Clint

Warnings: 18+ only, contains sexual content (incl. foreplay, p in v), shared emotional trauma, evidence of animal abuse and suffering.

Author’s notes: Conversations that are done telepathically are in italics. Bucky agreeing to Jade entering his mind and experiencing his memories indicates a level of trust he never experienced with anyone else but he still has limits as he begs her not to relive his time with HYDRA. That will have consequences in later chapters.

<<Chapter 4

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Halfway to the Bunker they turned into a gravel road that reduced their speed considerably. Bucky had to drop back a bit because the dust generated by Steve's car made it almost impossible to see where he was driving. Clint was navigating for Steve based on the directions the outfitter had given them. They wondered how he managed to keep his business going in these times considering he would need access to grasslands and water. Then they came over the final rise and realized how he kept in business. He wasn't just an outfitter but a slaughter house. Hundreds of broken down horses were being kept in pens, waiting to be slaughtered for their meat.

"I didn't know," said Clint, spitting out the window before he rolled it up in an attempt to keep out the smell. "Bastards."

"We still need the horses," said Steve. "Think he would sell them to us?"

"He would want more," said Clint. "Do we have anything left to barter?"

He pressed his comms and asked if anyone had anything left to barter. Bucky said he had a box of penicillin and a vial of broad spectrum antibiotics. Peter said he had some loose electronics parts. Jade looked at her hands and saw it. Pulling her wedding ring off she held it up.

"18 k gold wedding band," she said. "Has to be worth something."

They pulled up to the house and Steve, Clint and Bucky approached the outfitter. Clint insisted on checking out the horses first, running his hands down their legs and over their backs, then checking inside their mouths. He was happy with two of them but said the third one wasn't healthy.

"How does Clint know about horses?" asked Jade.

"He's a farmer," said Peter. "Has a farm in Iowa. His wife and kids are there. He'll be going back to them for a while after this next mission."

Jade focussed her attention on the bartering. She was tempted to listen in mentally but resisted knowing it was more important that they trusted her. Finally they appeared to have struck a bargain. Bucky came to her side of the car and asked for the ring. He caressed the side of her face when he took it and gave her a soft smile. Then he went to the cooler and took out two vials of penicillin from the box. Clint was leading the horses into a horse trailer which they would return on their next provisions run. He guided Bucky to the jack part and he backed into position while Clint hooked it up. He came around to the window.

"We bought the horses but the saddles and trailer are loaners," he said. "Thanks for giving up your wedding ring, it made the difference. Gold always does."

On the drive back Bucky explained that Clint already had a place in mind to keep the horses and would work on some things to barter for saddles before he went home. Jade said she knew how to forage in the badlands and could find all sorts of things good to barter.

"Like what?" asked Bucky.

"Precious stones," she said. "Opal, turquoise, jasper, quartz. You just have to recognize the signs of where a vein comes up to the surface. There's lots of geodes as well. None of them are particularly useful but they're pretty and perhaps someone wants something pretty. Ma taught me. It's how she supported herself before the Others."

"Look who has hidden skills," said Bucky, smiling, and taking her hand.

Although the rain threatened it hadn't come down but once the two vehicles arrived everyone rushed to get everything inside as soon as possible. The weather station on the roof gave every indication of a storm brewing and no one wanted to be caught out in it. Clint led the three horses to the garage area and tied them up while he removed their saddles. They had bartered for some feed and he fed them and watered them. Jade approached him.

"I haven't seen a horse since I was little," she said. "Can I pet them?"

"Sure," he said. "Stroke the side of their neck or scratch them behind their ear. Stay away from the nose area as that's very sensitive. If they want you to touch it they'll tell you. If they back away let them go."

Tentatively she reached out and stroked the first one on the side of its neck. It stepped forward into her and she put more pressure on her touch. It gently breathed on her shoulder and Clint smiled, nodding encouragement. Lightly she touched its mind and felt its acceptance of her presence. There were flashes of what it had experienced previously.

"You're okay," she whispered. "Clint will look after you."

She backed away and turned so Clint wouldn't see her cry. He was perceptive and stood near her.

"Hey," he said, touching her arm. "They've had a tough life but they're free of it now. I'll look after them and I'll teach you to ride and look after them while I'm gone. They'll be alright."

She nodded and left him to finish settling the horses down for the night.

Let's see colors that have never been seen

Let's go to places no one else has been

        Electrical Storm by U2

In the common room Bruce and Ma had been busy, making food for everyone and it was all laid out for them to help themselves. Bucky was sitting on the couch with a huge sandwich and a bottle of beer. Jade grabbed half a sandwich and a coffee and sat next to Bucky. The mood was good as the run had gone well with no hiccups except for the encounter with the two traffickers.

"I would have liked to have seen that," said Bruce. "They are truly vermin. I wonder why the sheriff lets them conduct business."

"He's likely getting a kickback," said Steve. "Bucky put them in their place. Next time, though, we better be prepared for a bigger show of force. Everyone knows Bucky isn't to be trifled with. I'm surprised they even tried."

"They know what she is," said Ma, out of the blue. "Someone in that town sensed her and probably wanted to test her. Did you not sense anything?"

"No, not at all," said Jade, worried now. "Could they have shielded themselves from me?"

"Probably," said her mother. "I think we need to look at strengthening your abilities. Wanda, do you think you can help?"

"I think it's a good idea," she replied. "I sensed something but they blocked me as well."

"Much as I want to discuss this further Jade and I are tired," said Bucky, taking her by the hand. "We're going to bed. Don't bother us."

Everyone smiled at the announcement knowing exactly what he had in mind. Halfway down the hallway he stopped and pushed Jade against the wall, kissing her hard, pressing himself into her. Then he picked her up in his arms. She entered the code into their suite and he put her down inside, kissing her as he started to undress her.

"Wait," she said. "Where's Ben? He wasn't in the common room."

Almost immediately she received a thought message from her mother that Ben would be staying with her tonight. Turning back to Bucky she pushed him towards the bedroom tugging on his clothes. By the time they got to the bed both were naked. Both explored the other's body with their mouths, tongues and hands in a flurry that caught them both up. When they stopped and became tender with each other Jade took a condom out of the box and rolled it onto Bucky. He pushed her down and guided himself into her slowly, knowing she would be very tight and firm. He buried his face in her neck as she caressed his head and shoulders then began thrusting into her with a slow but steady rhythm. They heard the sound of thunder outside.

"Here comes the storm," he whispered, as he kissed her.

"The storm inside or outside?" she whispered back as she encircled him with her arms.

A flash of lightning lit up the inside of the room briefly even through the narrow slits of windows. It was followed by a big boom of thunder and Jade felt the electricity hanging in the air with her senses. Bucky shifted and pulled one of her arms away from him, stretching it out alongside her head. He ran his hand up the side of her body, brushing against her breast then up her arm before holding it in place above her head. Leaning over her he mouthed her breast, sucking on the nipple and pulling it up with his lips. Then he pulled her other hand away and ran his other hand up the side of her body until he was holding both of her hands above her head with his artificial hand. With his free hand he grasped her chin and brought his face down to hers.

"Do you know my name?" he said in a low but demanding voice. "My real name?"

"James," she whispered. "Your name is James."

"I only want to hear it from your lips," he ordered. "Say it, say my name."

"James, my James," she whispered as she felt a rush begin in her.

"You're mine," he said, jamming himself hard into her, "and I'm yours. My Jade."

A flash of lightning followed by an instantaneous crack of thunder occurred as she called out at her release. He let go of her hands and continued his drive into her before finally reaching his climax, coming with a loud groan that filled her ear with its force. She caressed his head and back as he laid on her with his full weight before lifting himself out and laying at her side. He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Jade," he said softly. "I'm sorry, I tried to be gentle."

She rolled onto her side and laid her head on his chest. "It was good," she said quietly. "It's been so long."

The thunderstorm raged around the Bunker as they cuddled together under the sheets. Every flash of lightning brought her closer to him as he held her tighter during each clap of thunder. Finally they could hear the drumming sound of a hard rain, hitting the roof and running down the piping that took it to an underground cistern. He sat up, holding the condom in place while he went to the bathroom. He stopped at the intercom and pressed the code for Steve.

"Do we need to be on alert for the Others in this rain?" he asked.

"It's the safe thing to do," replied Steve. "I didn't want to interrupt you. We can handle it."

"Like hell you can," said Bucky. "I'm here if you need me."

"Are we in more danger during the rain, even here?" asked Jade as she held up the sheets for him to get back in.

"Yes, especially now they have the exo-suit," said Bucky. "Are you ready for more?"

She smiled and climbed on top, straddling him at his hips. "Are you ready for a connection?"

"As you kids say, bring it on," he said, caressing her arms and thighs.

She took a deep breath and entered his mind. She saw everything in his past, good and bad. She saw him in childhood playing, laughing, making friends with Steve. Then she felt his fear during the war. He interrupted and asked if all of this was necessary. She assured him it was so there was no secrets to come out of the shadows during their times in each other's mind. To comfort him she showed her life, growing up in a commune with a mother and father.

"Why is your mother's face hidden?" he asked.

"I only have memories of her presence, not her face, or voice," said Jade. "Just experience my life."

Then she shared the day she was cast out to die in the Badlands. He felt her loneliness and fear, touching her as she relieved this traumatic part of her childhood. A beacon of light appeared, Ma, finding her, crying over her, then caring for her. Comforted by her sharing Bucky agreed to the next part of his life. She was with him as he fell from the train, the look of horror on Steve's face getting further and further away.

"No, I don't want you to see this next part," he pleaded. "It hurts, it hurts so much. Please don't make me relive it."

"I'm going to store it for later," she said. "You were hurt so badly, my love. But it's done and now you're here with me, in a bed, and I'm in your arms. We're safe as long as we're together."

Feeling his acceptance she skipped forward to when Steve found him again and helped him reintegrate into society. Saw the friendship with Sam which surprised her because they didn't seem to be friends now.

"What happened between Sam and you?" she asked. "Why aren't you friends now?"

"I broke the code," said Bucky. "I fell in love with his sister and he wouldn't accept it. Then I broke her heart to please him but it just made him angrier. We haven't been friendly since. I ... I miss him so much."

"Is that partly why you went back to get Steve?" asked Jade. "He was friends with both of you. You hoped he could mediate the chasm between you."

"Then Peggy died," said Bucky. "I told you, I'm poison to those who love me."

She felt his grief at losing his friend, Sam, and then losing Peggy, grief he still suffered from. Then she saw Lily, his wife. The baby was premature and shortly after birth his wife suffered a seizure, eclampsia. Without the high tech environment of a hospital she had no chance, dying in his arms as his son did hours later.

"I wanted to die that day," he said, "but instead I suffered."

"James, let it wash over you," soothed Jade. "She loved you so much she moved on so you could love me. It's okay, my love. Remember her and Jimmy. They'll be in your heart forever."

Gently she stroked his chest and shoulders, massaging the tightness out of the muscles she was touching. She stroked his head and face.

"That feels good," he said. "I feel it up in my spine and into my brain."

She showed him when she met her husband, an outdoorsman, when they were hiking in the same area of the Badlands. He had been taken by her strange but compelling looks and visited regularly. They married and lived near where Ma lived. On the day Ben was born he was with her, in their home, as the midwife delivered their son. It was beautiful and Bucky found himself wishing he had been Ben's father.

"You are his father," said Jade. "I showed you to him that first week before we rescued them. He loved you already and he sees that you are a good man. He's learning so much from everyone and would like to learn from you. Show him how to work with wood. He likes to use his hands. Ask him about The Hobbit. He brought his copy with him so you two could discuss it."

"I didn't know," said Bucky. "I will spend more time with him."

Bucky felt her grief when Seth disappeared after the Snap. When he didn't return Ma realized something else had happened to him.

"I hid this from Ma," said Jade. "But I found him shortly after the Snap. He had fallen down an embankment, broken his leg. No cell phone coverage. He died there Bucky, alone, in the wilderness he had loved so much. I buried him myself with rocks. I never wanted anyone else until I found you."

She leaned over to kiss him and gently touched his tongue with hers. His hands came to either side of her face as he felt her kiss from her perspective.

"Is that how I feel when you kiss me?" he said softly. "It's incredible, feeling it from both of us."

"Touch me Bucky," she said. "Feel what your hands do to me."

"Oh! Jade, I never thought ..." he stopped, at a loss for words.

"No more talking," she said, "just feeling and doing what is natural."

For the next hour Jade slowly helped him through lovemaking with a psychic connection. Even the act of rolling on the condom gave pleasure to both of them. As they felt the moment of penetration from both sides both of them were lost in the sensations for a while until Jade pulled back just a little. Their shared orgasm was something earth shattering to Bucky. He had always been a good lover but this opened his eyes to how much more he could do to please Jade. When they were finished she had slowly withdrawn the connection until it was just them laying in each other's arms.

"I can see why that takes so much out of you," he said, playing with her fine hair.

"It's physical and mental," she replied. "It's also addictive as it hits the pleasure centre of the brain pretty hard. We can't do it for a long time or else we'll begin to crave it."

"Alright," he agreed. "I won't ask. You decide when we do it again. Thank you for showing me your life. Thank God, Ma was there for you."

"Bucky I have to sleep now," she whispered. "Will you just talk to me? Tell me a story."

He held her and stroked her hair while he told her about his time in Wakanda, working as a farmer, living in a hut. Just like in the medical room she fell asleep quickly but he kept talking, more for himself. He wondered how the Wakandans were handling the Others. They had lost contact with them and with New York. Losing Fury and Rhodes had really hurt them as well. Plus no contact with the Guardians and Thor, making him wonder if the Others had attacked other planets as well. Jade stirred and pressed her head into his chest. He kissed her hair, her almost white fine hair.

"I love you, Jade," he whispered.

There was no alert after the rain storm but the next morning they went outside to see if anything had been affected. Part of the road they used to get to the highway was washed out. Steve, Bucky and Clint surveyed the damage.

"Looks like a lot of manual labour for you and me," said Steve to Bucky. "We'll have to build up the section that washed out with boulders then tamp down the smaller material on top. Perfect timing."

Steve directed Clint to begin the riding lessons, for anyone who was interested, while he and Bucky started hauling boulders to build up the road. It was hot work for the two men and they soon had to take their shirts off. Jade, Maria and Wanda came out to survey the damage. At least, that's what they told everyone in the bunker. At one point Maria said something in a low voice and all three of them started laughing. Steve was clueless to why they were laughing but Bucky knew exactly why they were there. He stopped to take a water break and poured some water over his face, shaking his head and running his hands over his hair. Then he looked directly at Jade and thought at her.

"You ladies enjoying the show?"

"Very much," she replied. "You should go shirtless more often."

"Yeah, Bucky," said Wanda. "Both of you are showing more than enough skin for us."

He shook his head and started laughing. Jade asked the two women if they wanted to look for gemstones in the washed out area. They both shrugged and Jade asked Bucky to lift them down to the where the water had flowed downstream. She described to them what to look for and immediately found a chunk of opal, then a big rock with turquoise bits showing. The other two got into it and within half an hour Wanda had to conjure a box for them to carry their findings. They brought them back to where Steve and Bucky were working. Both men were clearly impressed.

"Do you think you can polish those up to barter?" asked Steve. "I would think they would be worth quite a bit."

"If you have a Dremel tool, some sandpaper and some mineral oil, plus some work gloves and protective eyewear, yeah, I can do it," said Jade. "It takes a while. Ma used to do it all the time."

"There's a Dremel and sandpaper in the workshop," said Bucky. "I would have to look for mineral oil."

"Bruce might have some in the medical lab," said Maria. "I'd like to give it a try. Keep a couple for decorations in our room. You said there might be geodes around as well. What do they look like?"

"They're roundish but lumpy and they feel light," said Jade. "If you shake it you can hear the loose crystals inside. The amethyst ones are worth money. The quartz ones are more pretty than anything."

The women went upstream from the washout and like before came back with a box of stones and about half a dozen geodes. All three were animated about finding so much that could be transformed into barter material. Bucky watched them as they walked back to the Bunker with their boxes. He was glad that Jade had a skill that would benefit them. There was so much about her that even he didn't know, despite the mind connection they had shared. A shadow crossed his face and he looked up from where he was standing in the washed out area. Sam was there.

"Wondered if you needed any help," he said to Bucky. "I've helped rebuild some washed out roads in Louisiana."

"Sure," said Bucky. "Come on down. Maybe the ladies will come back and ogle our sweaty bodies again."

"Yeah, I heard," he said. "They were talking about it in the workshop while I was trying to build those IEDs. It was embarrassing listening to them talk about you two like that. I wanted to be in on the action."

Bucky laughed outright and gave Sam a fist bump. His presence did help and his experiences in Louisiana helped them build the section better. By sundown they had rebuilt one side of it, enough that they could drive out if they had to. If all three worked on it the next day, and maybe roped in Peter and Scott it could be done well before the end of the day.

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loving him is not enough i need to do this to him

#⛈️A Rolling Storm⛈️ #self shipping #self shipping community #piggy gushes

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⛈️ THE VALIANT STORM ⛈️

Thank you for teaching me strength and perseverance. Animals deal with pain better than most humans do.

Soar high, valiant Storm. You're a fighter from life till death and forevermore 💖

This comic is a tribute to my past Dwarf hamster Storm, who passed over the Rainbow Bridge on 2 May 2020 🌈 Storm was running at full speed on his wheel the morning he passed. I found him motionless in the evening, still warm, and it seemed as though he waited for me to see him before taking his final breath 🥺

His favourite snacks were dried mealworms, which he devoured. I considered him an intelligent hamster, excellent at burrowing, making nests and self toilet-trained. He also had powerful jaw strength, somehow chewing off the edges of a metal plate that was meant for him to cool off (he never used it!) that I eventually removed for his safety.

Storm had a cat-like personality, loved taking naps and only permitted affection on his terms or he'd lash at you. He'd tolerate being held, but the best times to pet him were when he was occupied with food. A nasty habit he had was rolling in his own pee and out of curiosity I found out that urine apparently has hair smoothing properties... was that why his fur was SUPER soft yet he stank like a skunk?? 😭

The blue-grey hamster in the comic is Storm's brother Cloud, who passed away three months before Storm did in February 2020. I referred to them as the StormCloud duo and while they were separated since hamsters are solitary, they're reunited again in the afterlife 💖 I also drew a comic for Cloud earlier in 2021 (also on Tumblr somewhere).

Storm passed from old age, although he also had a few tumours which we were told to monitor. Tumours are unfortunately common in hamsters, and surgery is risky due to their size. I spent my birthday in Covid lockdown with Storm, and two months later he left this world. I was already heartbroken when Cloud passed and losing Storm soon after took me a while to heal.

I still think of them and hope they're doing well ❤️

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers :)

Thank you, darlin'! Let's see here...

Spreading joy, making people laugh, etc etc. It always relieves so much tension and social-anxiety, and not to be cheesy on main, but spreading joy always makes me happy in turn! I just love being NICE lmao, especially when I can tell someone isn't expecting it. Like, when I roll up to a restaurant and the waitstaff looks so incredibly tired and I put on ✨the politest sunniest energy I possibly can✨ and they are able to breathe a sigh of relief?? SEROTONIN!!!

Silly little iced drinkies. A surefire way to my heart is to take me to a coffeeshop/teahouse/boba place/etc etc, because I'm almost always drinking and enjoying something of the sort. Like, I'm about to go make a matcha latte here in a second because I just hhghgrhrhgk DRINKIES,,,

Rainstorms/thunderstorms, PARTICULARLY thunderstorms. It's funny actually because I had a period in my childhood where I was terrified of thunderstorms, but now they bring me such peace and happiness. Like, I live in a place where we have a genuine thunderstorm season, and I get so excited for the daily storms. I'll be minding my business and hear thunder like 20 miles off and be like ✨👀👂⛈️✨

The outdoors! I was just going to put the beach because I adore the beach, but then I was like "...wait I love the mountains too." I've lived all over the US and in all sorts of different climates, and my family used to be very big on exploring. So I love getting to go on hikes, or sit to appreciate the natural beauty of a place. Like sjdsjdkls my poor best friend took me to a nature preserve because she knows I really like that sort of thing, and we accidentally went onto a 3 mile trail in the tropical summer heat. And she was dying, whereas I got the zoomies and was like 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨💨

Telling stories lmao WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED. I love love recounting things and spinning memories into tales to anyone who will listen. And I also have loved writing all my life for similar reasons (I REALLY need to get back into it and am working on chipping away at the block which has had me frozen for months on end).

#Answered #cheersmequeers #honorable mention was going to be physical affection/hugs 🥺

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Eddie Munson

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So I don’t know what this is....

Warning: 18+ Language, arguing, fluff, angst and smut.

Summary: A confession, a storm, and a troubled Eddie.

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Eddie could recall the exact moment he fell in love with his best friend. It was 9th grade. You had just came back from the store. You had bought 2 coloring books, a box of crayons and a box of Eddies favorite cereal. You and him sat on the couch eating and watched Scooby-Doo. Eddie had gotten into a fight at school today and you came to calm him down. You didn't say anything. You never needed to. That's why you guys were friends. You were the quiet shy one and Eddie was the loud outgoing one.

You had been friends since the 5th grade when you moved to Hawkins. You and your dad had gotten a trailer just a few rows over from Eddies. You were always outside sitting on the swing in the little playground that was there reading. He would also be outside working on stuff with his uncle until one day he was alone for the afternoon. He saw you from his window swinging and he got curious. So he went outside and sat next to you. You smiled at him and he asked what you were reading. You showed him the book and it looked cool. He asked if you could read it out loud and you did. That's when he fell in love with Lord of the Rings. You had introduced him to The hobbit that day feeding his fascination to the world of imagination. You had shown him how to play D&D and he was obsessed. Ever since then you have been the best of friends.

So this day when you came to hang out it was different. Eddie had gotten into a fight because of you. Some stupid fucking jock was making fun of you when you had accidentally bumped into him with your large hips. He had said so many obscene things about your weight, that you had went to cry in the bathroom. Eddie wasn't there when it happened but when Jeff and Gareth told him he went to find you. Once he was sure you were okay he went to find the shit head. Eddie didn't like to fight, but the way people acted towards him he kinda had to. This time he wasn't required to defend your honor but he felt like he had no choice. You were his person and no one was going to speak to you like that. Why the people in this town were so fucking cruel was a damn mystery. They could treat him however they wanted. But they were not gonna treat you that way. So he did the only thing he could think of. Open a can of whoop ass on the stupid fuck.

He sat there watching you color a picture for him. Staying between the lines. He finished his picture for you first with an array of colors and squiggles. He had un-diagnosed ADHD so it kept him from staying still for too long. But you took your time and when you were finished you handed it to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He could feel the blood rush to his face. He had wished you had kissed his mouth instead. He listened to you talk about who the bad guy was and how you huffed when you were wrong. He liked the way your hand ran through your hair and how you always smelled good. How soft your voice was, and how warm you always seemed to be.

You had stayed over that night. You were on his bed while he slept on the floor. In the morning he woke up before you and you had your arm draped over the side of bed almost touching him. He caressed your forearm and smiled when you got goosebumps. He sat up just a bit to kiss your knuckles and you let out a small moan. When he laid back down he felt sad. You would never know how much he loved you. He wouldn't dare try to change the status of your relationship. So he went on secretly pining for you.

...

It was the end of summer in 85. Eddie again didn't graduate and you were packing up to head to college. That day some freak storm was making it's way through Hawkins. Dark clouds rolled in and thunder and lightning filled the sky. Eddie was in his room looking out the window when he saw you coming to his door. He jogged to let you in before you could knock. You were drenched.

" What the hell? Get in here."

You laughed. " What it's just water."

Eddie pulled you into the bathroom and started to dry you off. He helped take off your sweater but your clothes were completely soaked.

" I'm gonna go get you something else to wear." He said leaving you to dry your hair.

He pulled open a drawer he had emptied for you a while back and pulled out a shirt and pajamas bottoms. When he returned you where just pulling off your shirt. He stood there for a second in shocked when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra. When you noticed he was back you covered yourself and Eddie turned around holding out your clothes.

" I'm sorry I should have closed the door."

" No no don't worry about it."

You took your clothes touching Eddies hand. You lingered longer than you should have which made Eddie wonder why you did that.

" Thank you."

"No problem."

He leaned against the wall and you had left the door just slightly open. Fuck. He didn't want to see you that way. Not without your permission.

" What the hell were you thinking? You could catch pneumonia. Do you want to die before you go for a higher education?"

You didn't say anything.

"Hey you hear me in there?"

You still didn't answer.

" Yoo hoo. Angel." He sung out while getting to his feet.

He heard you sniffle and he pushed open the door a bit to see you sitting on the toilet holding your face.

" Y/n what's wrong?"He said squatting in front of you.

You lifted your head and met his gaze. Tears fell down your cheeks and he caught them. You pressed your lips and smacked him on his bicep.

" Ouch what was that for?!"

" You're such an ass."

" What why?!"

" It's because of you I have to got to college alone."

He sat down pulling his knees up leaning against the wall. He was suppose to go with you. And he wanted to. He just shook his head.

" I'm sorry y/n. I know I'm an idiot." He started to tap his fingers on his thigh.

" But you see you're not an idiot. You just lack focus." You voice was strained from the crying and he could hear the apology in your tone.

You sunk down to the floor too, trying to get comfortable in the tiny space that was left in front of him. You put your arms on his knees and hung your head so that your forehead rested on them. Normally the closeness was manageable. But lately it was becoming too hard for him not want to touch you all over. Kiss you and hold you. You were leaving tomorrow and all he wanted was for you to pack him up too and bring him along. But he couldn't tell you that. You were his best friend. He was in love with you and had been for some time now. But he swore.

After a few minutes you stirred.

" Munson my foot fell asleep."

He chuckled helping you get up and leading you to his room. He had gotten a bigger bed since the 9th grade just so you guys could sleep together. You laid there with your head on his shoulder while his arm was under your head, running his fingers along the length of your long sleeved shirt.

" I'm really gonna miss you." He whispered.

You weren't hugging him before. You were actually hugging yourself trying to keep warm. But as soon as he said that, you slid one arm under the curve of his back and the other wrapped around his torso. Slightly tightening your grip on him, pulling him as close as you could.

" Munson I love you. I wish you could come with me. I'm gonna miss you too."

His eyes started to swell. He knew you loved him. Just not in the way he wanted to be loved. Just then he felt the heat of your lips pushing through the thin fabric of his shirt. You had given him a kiss on his chest near his heart. His chest twitched when you pulled away. He was holding his breath so you couldn't tell how hard he was breathing.

That's when he did it. He didn't even have time to stop himself. He pulled up your chin and kissed you. When you kissed him back his fingers laced in your hair to pull you closer. He felt your hand on his chest to pull away. You had sat up with your back turned to him. He just laid there frozen in fear with his hands up. When you got up his eyes followed you as you put on your shoes and walked away. He hurried after you. You were already outside with the rain and wind almost knocking you over. He didn't care that he was barefoot. He ran after you screaming your name to try and be louder than the thunder. When you didn't stop he grabbed your arm.

" Are you crazy?! Let's go back inside and talk about this."

" Please let me go Eddie. I want to go home."

" No you and I need to talk about this. I'm sorry ok I shouldn't have kissed you. Please please come back inside."

You turned to face him. He couldn't tell of you were crying because of all the rain, but when you wiped your eyes he knew.

" Why did you do that? Why now?"

" I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."

" OK but what was the point of it then!"

He hesitate. He started to shake. Not because he was cold but because of the anxiety that had filled his mind and body.

" Let's go inside before we get struck by lightning."

"NO! TELL ME RIGHT NOW! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

The crack of lightning made you jump closer to him. You looked up at the sky squinting your eyes as the rain splashed on your face.

" BECAUSE I LOVE YOU Y/N!"

Your face fell to his your brow furrowed. When you shook your head his heart broke. He never meant to tell you. He didn't want to. But he had to. Now he hated himself for ruining the friendship. He walked away towards his trailer when you yelled back at him making him turn his head around.

" YOU LOVE ME? YOU MEAN LOVE LOVE ME?"

He shook his head and went back inside cursing at himself under his breath. When he went inside he turned around to close the door and you were standing on his porch. He tugged at his bottom lip.

Fuck

He pulled you in and closed the door. Both of you dripping onto the living room carpet. He could see your chest rising and falling harshly.

" Look I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way. I didn't want to tell you at all okay."

" Tell me that you loved me? Why do you? And for how long?"

He took a step back and hung his head. "Since forever. You are this amazing girl who just so happens to be my best friend. You know everything about me and you stood around. You didn't care that I was this freak. You are so beautiful and so nice, that it's hard to believe that you're real. You always know what to say and do when I'm feeling out of it. I can always count on you. You're always here to remind me that I'm a good person. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you."

" I'm not going."

Eddie lifted his head with confusion in his mind. " What?!"

" I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay. I can't leave now. How could I?"

" What are you saying? You have to go."

" No I don't. I won't....because I love you too."

Eddies confusion turned into surprise. He thought he dropped a bombshell on you. But you had given him a thunderbolt.

" You love me too?"

You sighed and lifted your head to look at the ceiling. After a second you looked back to him.

" Yes. Since the day I read to you on the swing set."

He came to you hold on to your face kissing you as much as he could. Then the power went out. The sound it made brought you closer to him. You grabbed his hand pulling him into his room. As you stood in front of each other you started to get undressed. Eddie watched as you removed all the soaked clothing and put them in a corner. You stood there covering your exposed breast and private as much as you could. That's when Eddie removed all of his. He came closer to you pulling at your arms so that he could see you fully. Your eyes were closed and he begged for you to open them. Once you did, you looked at him pressing your lips together.

" You are so damn beautiful y/n. Don't hide yourself from me. Ever."

You nodded and let him touch you. He kissed your neck down to your collar bone. Massaging your shoulder as his other hand gripped your hip. Your hands resting on the small of his back letting him explore your body. His hands moved to cup your breasts and lifted them slightly. He kissed them tenderly. Leaving small love bites behind. He pushed you up against his dresser and helped lift you a bit so that you could sit on it. He pulled you just slight down so he could press himself against your core while his lips locked with yours. Faint moans left your mouth as he gripped the meat of your thighs.

All of this wasn't new for him. He had felt pleasure before. But never has it felt like this. Never had he wanted someone so bad. He want you. All of you. He wanted your heart, your love. Everything. He got to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He ran his long digits along your slick folds. You were already so wet for him that he couldn't help his smirk. He ghosted his lips over your cunt. Slowly teasing you with his tongue. He looked up and saw your head thrown back as one of his fingers entered you. One of your hands held on to the edge of the dresser and the other entangled in his damp curls. Your moans rang out when he finally placed his mouth on your swollen clit. He pulled away for a second.

"Yeah?" He sighed before returning his mouth to you.

He pumped his finger in and out of your tight sopping cunt. He slid another finger in and heard you whine. He hummed as your warm soft walls began to contract. You were close and he was happy. His dick throbbed and started to ache for you. But he waited patiently until you reached your climax.

Once you came down slightly he pulled you off and laid you down on the bed. He reached over to his night stand and pulled out a foil wrapped square. He leaned on one elbow and ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth. You were kissing his shoulder making it hard to concentrate. You moved his hair behind him and brushed his bangs aside so he could see properly. Finally after a minute of fumbling around he got the prophylactic down to his base, positioning himself to your entrance. He looked back into your eyes. You were looking back with so much love that it brought tears to his eyes.

" I love you so much."

You kissed him with such passion that he just fell into you. You made his knees and arms weak. You helped guide his hips into yours letting out a gasp when you felt the incredible stretch he provided. It was too much for him. Your core was to small for him to put his shaft all the way in. He worried if he was hurting you but you kissed him again and again. His thrusts were slow at first. But then your hips started to move with him, making him pick up speed. The more he thrusted the more he was able to inch his way in. But as soon as he felt the end of you, he knew that was enough. His grunts and your soft moans drowned out the sounds of the storm. He was so blinded by your love that he couldn't do anything but put his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands holding onto his waist. He could feel you baring down on him. He was relieved that you were close. Because he's been edging it since the first few pumps. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath in when he felt his cum filling the condom. Your release came as hard and as quickly as his did.

After a while he climbed off of you and pulled off the condom tying up the end and tossing it into a small garbage can in the corner of the room. He pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead.

" You have to go to school babe. You can't stay here for me."

You huffed " I'm not leaving. College will still be there next year."

" Why are you so determined to stay here?"

"Because I love you Munson. And I want to be with you."

His hold on you tightened. " Okay angel. Stay here and help me graduate so I can come with you next year."

You agreed and pulled up a blanket to cover you both.

" I love you too y/n. I promise to not keep you waiting for long. I'm gonna graduate and we are gonna be together forever."

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And another one

Proposal for New MTA automobiles , vans , buses and electric trains and Mass Transit services

All trains from the A train to the F train , J Train , Z Train be changed into a newer shell more cleaner , faster and more modern trains with Television on the train with channels from NY 1 news channel ABC News Channel Fox News Channel WPIX News Channel

Joyce Meyer TV show on the train 🚆🚂

Joel Osteen on the train we already have stores in his name in New York City now we could get his show and sermons live on the train or catch the reruns on the next train if you miss your train don't miss the chance for a better life in your city and country

I just finished Joel Osteen Peaceful on purpose and rule your day two very thin books probably 100 pages book that you could breeze through going to read it again it is a easy book and I'm asking all New Yorkers to read it share it and to use it in our daily interactions with each other it will help develop a new mindset and you can enjoy your day on your way home or to work with a victorious mindset and behavior live a life of victory and don't forget to start a book club and add on Joel Osteen and Joyce Meyer in your book list in your book bag if you are a student or purse and pockets on your way to exercise .

ESPN channels with all sport shows like sports center in the train that is great for all New Yorkers erasing all tension and anxiety depression and frustration of all commuters and not to mention the upgrade for New York City and any country and cities transit system it help reduce crime and bring more businesses to those cities not to mention the millions made for the advertising industry . I see that they have a new store in NYC next to the library Disney Haunted Mansion that is going to be great for the family for the kids they are going to love it they will scream and enjoy it love it and laugh and have fun Justin Bieber song Ghost 👻 brought this all about so I want to be there . Imagine trains with views of the graffiti in the tunnels of the train station like make that a tourist attraction on the new trains for MTA you could look at the tunnels graffiti like it's a museum 🖼️🎨 art exhibit with special effects sites by MTA workers showcasing the best graffiti the world has ever seen enhancing the commute experience for all New Yorkers .

Trains running on Grand Concourse a New station the outside rails carrying electric 💡 ⚡ trains 🚂 Travel Routes include New Jersey , Connecticut , Example of New trains and their names

The Golden Eagle 🦅 The Aurora The Fury The Storm ⛈️ The Rock Climber The Great Bear The Laser The Vision The Messenger The Sunflower The Sparkle The Dynasty The Vortex The Phoenix The Knight The Hunter The Polar The Diplomat The Paradise Coast The Liberty The Jade Garden 🪴 The Frost fire The Ambassador The Hawk The Rage The Ghost 👻🎃 The Angel The Warrior

Cabin rooms doors to private cabin rooms with 4 passenger seats with Tvs in the cabin , cushion chairs with cushioned headrest and recliner chairs and modern pop , R and B , and Gospel Music , Rock and Roll stations playing over a system in the background in the cabin .

Fully carpeted train with a diner on board for fried foods and drinks and other refreshments , and restaurants on board . Salons and Barbershops on board as well as Newspaper news stands with magazines , candy and sodas lounge area for tv watching sports , the news and nature channels with water kingdoms and traveling to foreign countries channels .

Book of the month Joel Osteen empty out the negative it means let go of the negative influences and negative people in your life that hold you back with me is to get these tyrants and puppet masters off of me and truly live the message that Joel Osteen is preaching I just read some of it from chapter 2 to 4 and wonder can I be let go of please if you other than a person that follow his message in that please let me go so I could live my life and yeah it could save your life Don't feed on poisons chapter 3 to 4 is good for you unclog your heart drink water and do light exercise just walking is a start but also clean out out your inside as well from the filthy anxiety look at the definition of anxiety , the hurting people feelings and blocking my path in my life if their is book that will save a life it would be this one book in fact get his whole collection I got all his books , Joyce Meyer and Victoria Osteen books I kinda teach now to get the voodoo and mind control off of me I don't want to think like my enemy about myself , no thanks read the book and change your life .

According to Social Psychology people and your environment make you who you are and I'm against that especially if your from an environment where people are hateful towards you verbal abusive and telling you that is the best that life has to offer you no their is a better life for you I want a new kind of community and environment it is people like me that change where we live and put the people and our community on the right path call it a new social psychology thinking like my pastor Joyce Meyer or Joel Osteen and Victoria Osteen about me and other people I only have good things for you in my heart and your future . I truly believe you have to reeducate the people and teach them to build the kingdom of God on this earth 🌍 the Muslims do try but they needed help and plus it is effecting me and my mental health and physical health and I have to speak out against it so read the book empty out the negative by Joel Osteen their books and live it out you got it from me , thank you and remember nature can be changed by nurture and nourishing yourself with love and a good education you can change your life and be successful you heard it from me you can be anything you want to be and beat any disease and incurable illness of the mind and the body especially now with the cure for HIV Aids and be freed from the curse of the death of the spirit through spiritually depressed neighborhoods read the book and love your friends family and even the stranger on the street with your words behavior and attitudes , thank you let's practice social psychology together in a better way take this words home and practice them instead of creating social schizophrenics mumbling and talking to themselves in self hatred and living less than their best potential lets treat each other better and want the best for each other each human and race period that is how it is suppose to be on this planet .

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