#my joints hurt so bad from walking in the rain and then trying to get comfortable on a bus for too many hours

[swankpalanquin]

im not doing anything today

#well except some laundry unfortunately but mostly i am resting and relaxing and reading #my joints hurt so bad from walking in the rain and then trying to get comfortable on a bus for too many hours #i am forever team train now. if i even mention doing a bus trip again please remind me to not be stupid lol

[trixie-troubleby]

Can I send a prompt?

Basically, Sportacus is sensitive to barometric changes (shift in air pressure changed by weather fronts) and it starts affecting him really bad. To the point he's basically a vegetable and wants to do nothing but curl up in a ball until the pain stops (am I projecting? You'll never know). It starts in his joints and ends up as a huge migraine. It passes when the rain starts. (It could be slow building, or very sudden. Depending on what sort of story you want.)

The kids are really worried and Robbie has to come and comfort the children then take care of Sportie until it passes.

And can it be pre relationship where Robbie still pretends to hate everyone?

Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s alright!

He felt it coming on at the worst time. He wrote off the earlier stiffness in his joints as just not enough stretching. That had been a mistake. He stumbled back, feeling the persistant throbbing behind his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath. He had checked the weather… the storm wasn’t supposed to be coming for another few days. He heard a ball whiz past his head. And he blinked his eyes open, knowing all eyes would be on him.

“Sportacus, are you okay?” Stephanie was by his side in an instant, a frown on her face.

Sportacus nodded, opening his mouth but unable to find his voice. He was hit by a wave of vertigo and fell to his knees. This was worse than usual. Although he always thought that. He never remembered how bad it all could get. Distantly he heard someone scream. He heard the kids arguing over what to do.

“We don’t even know where they are and we need help!” Trixie said.

“Sportacus? What’s wrong? What can we do?” Stephanie asked from his side.

“Migra–“

“We should go–“ Stingy started.

They were all cut off by Ziggy shouting at the top of his lungs. “Robbie! We need your help!”

Sportacus’ eyes opened. Not fully focused on anything. He wondered what Ziggy thought would happen. He flinched as the throbbing behind his eyes briefly turned sharper. He tried to catch his breath, leaning forward and pressing his torso to his knees. It wasn’t his best form, but the yoga pose usually helped to quell his nausea for a bit.

“What did you do to him?” Robbie asked, voice somewhere between concerned and impressed. “If you want help hiding the body, I’m not gonna do it.” Sportacus let out a short laugh through the pain.

”Sportacus is in trouble and we don’t know what to do.” Ziggy said, going towards the villain. “He just fell down and he seems to be hurt–“

“He said something about migra?” Stephanie said. “Do you know anything about that?”

“Migraine?” Robbie asked looking towards the hero.

“Bad one.” Sportacus managed to get out.

“Alright. Well…” He bit his lip, looking conflicted for a moment. “What’ll you do if I help?”

“Robbie!” The kids all shouted. Sportacus could’ve laughed again. Trust the villain to make the pain a little more bearable.

“Fine, fine! We’ll discuss my terms of payment later.” He said. He walked over and squatted by the elf. “I’ve got ibuprofen in my lair. Or I could try to get you back in your ship.” Robbie offered, voice low.

“Your lair is closer.” Sportacus said, voice low and strained.

Robbie nodded. He moved to scoop up the hero, none of the grace that Sportacus portrayed when their positions were reversed, but an impressive feat by itself.

“Okay brats, I’m gonna go get him some medicine. He’ll be fine tomorrow. Go back to your game.” Robbie insisted, walking back towards his pipe, Sportacus in his arms.

When they got to the lair, Robbie set him down on his favorite chair. Sportacus curled up in it as Robbie reclined it for him. “I’ll go get the ibuprofen and some water.” The villain said, walking away. Already the change in scenery offered him some relief. The lair was darker and cooler and much quieter. The migraine was far from gone, but it was a bit less painful.

Robbie returned with a glass of water and a bottle of generic pain medication. “You should probably take two.” He said, handing him the bottle. “But it’s your decision.”

“Thank you.” Sportacus said, putting the glass on the side table and opening the bottle.

“I’ve got noise cancelling headphones if you think that’ll help.” Robbie offered. Sportacus shook his head, not in the mood to try and situate the headphones over his ears without taking off his hat. “Does this… happen often?”

“Before storms.” Sportacus responded. “When it starts, the migraine will go away. Just until then…”

Robbie nodded in sympathy. “The storm got pushed off it’s track to hit us sooner.” Robbie looked away from the elf. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“The shelter, medicine and water are already more than I should ask you for.” Sportacus swallowed. “You’re being very nice.”

Robbie bristled. “Well– the brats wouldn’t have shut up.” He mumbled defensively. “And I’m sure they’ll think up a nice reward.”

Sportacus smiled through the pressing pain. “Thank you regardless.” He curled into a ball as a wave of nausea hit him.

Robbie looked away. “Well… you should try to sleep it off. Alright? The storm’ll be here before too long and I’ll be nice enough to let you stay till then.”

“Thank you.” Sportacus yawned, letting his eyes fall shut, a small relief in everything. A short amount of time passed and then he felt a blanket being draped over him. Then there was a soft press of lips on his forehead. The pain started to subside and distantly Sportacus could hear thunder and the sound of rain hitting the roof. He smiled and let the noises carry him to sleep.

#trixie talks #fanfic #lazytown #sportarobbie #this request kinda threw me a bit so I hope it turned out alright!

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt:

"It's days like this that make me wish I had stayed in bed."

Hm... there are a few different characters who could fit this sort of angst, but I'm gonna go with Quinn for this one

____ Out to Lunch

Word Count: 2.0k Content Warnings: mentions of chronic pain, hurt/comfort, swearing

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Quinn winced as she took another step down the street, leaning heavily on her crutches. She'd been walking too long, with too little a break, and she knew it. Partially it was the weather, too - wanting to rain but not quite summoning the moisture for it, which just left everything uncomfortably muggy and sent her joints into hysterics.

"Alright, love?" Billy asked from beside her, a crease pulling between his brows in concern. Quinn shrugged, not quite an affirmative.

"I've had worse."

It was true, but she was in a lot of pain regardless. Each step brought shooting agony up her legs, and her spine felt like the Leaning Tower of Pisa- which was to say, crumbling architecture at a very unpleasant tilt. She'd surpassed her daily quota of physical exertion at least an hour ago, and now she was paying the price for it.

"Dunno why One picked us for the fuckin' supply run," Billy muttered, Quinn's pain bleeding into him in the form of annoyance.

"Probably 'cause I pissed him off at that last briefing."

"Ugh. Dick."

"It'd have been done an hour ago if he'd sent someone else, too." Quinn pointed out, "And 'e knows it. It's a punishment that doesn't look like a punishment."

"I repeat my earlier statement. Dick." Billy huffed. He tossed his head, even as his eyes roved the storefronts and pedestrians they passed along the street.

Almost unconsciously, like a bell had chimed in their head, Quinn spotted a potential target. Their fingers slipped easily into the man's pocket, drawing out a thick wallet and tucking it into the sleeve of their jacket without so much as a heartbeat's pause.

"Not bad, Q." Billy murmured, hardly loud enough to be heard, "I saw that one too."

"Practically daring me to take it," Quinn agreed, pausing to adjust their crutches and using the motion to slip the wallet into a hidden pocket in her jacket. The weight of it was oddly comforting, the success even more so. Even on one of her worse days, her fingers were quick and confident. The pedestrian hadn't even spared her a glance. She'd never lost her skill.

A moment or two later, Billy's pace quickened as an idea struck him. They'd always found that awfully cute, the way they could read his thoughts in his movements like that. He turned to face them, walking backwards a few steps so they could see his smile. His green eyes shone in the sunlight.

"There's a good Greek place down the street," he said, "Can I take you to lunch?"

"I'd love tha-"

She took another step, but her crutch caught on an uneven sidewalk panel. She lurched forward at one, momentum twisting her body in an awkward way. Billy's eyes flashed with surprise, and he surged forward to catch her before she could topple. He moved quickly - quickly enough that she didn't go down - and briskly steered her into the nearest alleyway to look her over. His hands lingered on their waist, a firm grip that kept them from curling in on themself.

"Q?"

For a few long moments, she was in too much pain to speak. Their breath came in sharp gasps, and fire arced up and down their body in artillery bursts. Every muscle in their body locked up, like they'd been shocked with a bolt of electricity.

"Love?" Billy tried again, one warm hand pressed to her waist to keep her upright, "Talk to me, Aces."

"Fine." she managed, leaning her weight against the brick wall behind her to try and get the strain off her legs. She exhaled a tremulous breath, trying to pull herself together. Pain had scattered her thoughts like dandelion seeds to the breeze. She couldn't remember what they'd been talking about before.

"How can I help?" Billy asked, speaking fast. She could see the adrenaline wrought into his posture. His hands stayed steady on their waist, but one foot tapped restlessly against the sidewalk. He was a mover. He needed something to do.

Quinn shook their head.

"Just... hang on," they mumbled, face twisted in agony, "Holy shit that hurts. Fuck, man. It's days like this that make me wish I'd stayed in bed."

"Wanna take lunch to go, then? Head back?"

She grit her teeth. No, she wanted to sit down and enjoy a nice, private meal with her lover while she had the chance. Because she hardly ever had the chance. They never went into town like this. Either they were off on missions, or One forbid them showing their faces in public, or Quinn was simply in too much pain to consider so much time on her feet.

She wanted to take this chance to act like a normal couple. At least... semi-normal.

But she doubted crying into her souvlaki would go over well.

Billy saw the answer on her face before she said a word.

"Alright, uh, just hang here for a minute." he said, his hands finally drawing back from their waist, "I'll pick us up some food. What do you want?"

"I- I dunno," Quinn muttered. They were in too much pain to have an appetite, at least for the moment. That crease reappeared between Billy's eyebrows, but he nodded.

"Alright, I'll pick something for ya," he promised, then leaned in to peck her on the cheek, "Stay here, yeah?"

Quinn nodded, the action still tight with pain. Billy hesitated just another moment, his eyes flicking up and down her figure, and then he disappeared into the crowd.

And she waited.

Nobody spared her so much as a second glance. That was big cities for you - people saw a six-foot-three pink-haired punk propped up in an alley and weeping, yet they didn't even bat an eye. There was only one person who ever had, Quinn thought. Billy. Years ago. He'd found her in an alley a lot like this. He'd picked her up from the gutter, long before all of this.

For whatever reason, it was that thought that sent the tears falling.

They'd never wished for a normal life. That all sounded hopelessly dull, repetition into madness. For the most part, they very much enjoyed the life they had, all its excitement and risk.

But once in a while, they just wished they could have a normal day. Not a normal life- just a normal day. Twenty-four hours where they could go out to lunch, where their supply runs were for groceries instead of explosives, where they could hold Billy's hand instead of gripping their crutches.

Twenty-four hours where it didn't hurt to walk down the street.

Billy had to be so sick of this.

She wasn't the person he'd once known. They used to claim the rooftops together, all hairpin turns and leaps so daring it felt like flight. Now... here she stood. Leaned against a building like a coat rack with a broken stand, drowning in pain. She'd never be able to keep up with him again. Not like she used to. There would be thousands more days like this, and he'd be stuck taking care of her.

It was unfair in so many ways. He'd never complained, not once, but she knew that things were different. They could never go back to the way things were.

Did he really want to spend the rest of his life doing this? Changing plans with no warning, forced to surrender his rare chances at a normal afternoon, devoting his already-limited free time to taking care of her instead of doing something he wanted to do?

"Whoa, hey, you alright?" Billy's voice, shockingly tender, startled them out of their thoughts, "Need me to call Five?"

"No, ah-" Quinn started, shaking their head and swiping one hand across their eyes, "I just... need to get off my feet."

"Alright." Billy said, but didn't move right away. Instead he rustled through the bag of food, coming up with a Styrofoam container and flipping it open, "Loukoumade for the road?"

"Loukoumas," Quinn corrected, plucking one of the fried dough balls from the box and popping it into her mouth. Billy took one for himself, then closed up the box and tucked it back into the bag.

The walk back to the car was shockingly quiet. On Quinn's end, the pain sparked back to life the instant she started to move, and she was mostly focused on just keeping her steps steady. She wasn't quite sure what had Billy so quiet. Maybe he was still concerned for her.

Or maybe he's annoyed, her brain chimed in, Maybe he's not speaking because the restaurant was nice and he wanted to sit down, and instead you're making him eat his lunch in an old, sandy trailer in the middle of the desert.

They reached the car in near-silence. Billy held the door open for her, acting the part of a perfect gentleman. He set the food and Quinn's crutches in the backseat, then slid into the driver's seat.

He didn't drive. He just looked at her, fixing her with eyes the color of springtime. A moment later, his hand snuck over to rest on her knee.

"You sure you're okay, Q?"

"Aren't you tired of it?" they blurted, unable to hold the words down. Billy tilted his head.

"Tired of... what?"

"Just... all of this. The canceled plans. The fact that I can't keep up anymore. Just... dealing with me."

Billy opened his mouth and closed it a few times. He looked more confused than anything else.

"C'mon, love, you know I don't care." he finally said, speaking fast but with total earnestness in his voice, "Besides, they're not canceled plans, they're just... adjusted. And I'd rather have lunch back at the Graveyard where you're comfortable than cooped up in some stuffy Greek place. The hostess was glarin' at me anyway. They'd've gotten sick of us in there. And I've got that soda you like back in my trailer, too. The cherry kind. And booze. Don't forget the booze."

"You know I don't just mean lunch." Quinn pointed out, "I mean all of it."

"I know. And I'm tellin' you I don't care. We've been through this, Q. A dozen fuckin' times. Have I ever told you anything different than I'm telling you right now?"

"Well- no. I guess not."

"So wouldja just trust me on this?" he huffed, looking a little annoyed even as his eyes sparked with thinly-veiled concern. Irritation was easier than worry, they both knew that much. Neither of them had ever been the soft type. "I mean, hell, it's not like I'm just gonna wake up one morning and decide I'm done with you. We've made it this far, innit? I'm stickin' with you."

He squeezed her knee, his grip just firm enough to be comforting.

"It just... doesn't feel fair." Quinn sighed. It didn't, and it never would. She'd never be able to do enough to match the care he offered her. Even in this, she couldn't keep up.

"I mean, I'm the reason you've got to deal with One. I brought you into this whole mess." Billy shot back, a faint glimmer of humor shining through the words, "We're totally even. Hey- our food's gonna get cold. S'it alright if I start driving?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

But he paused an extra moment, and stretched across the center console to steal a kiss. Quinn couldn't help but melt against him, emotions be damned.

"Hey, I love you, Q," Billy said as he pulled back, then shot them a broad and almost laughing grin, "Busted-up body or not."

It startled a laugh out of them, and Billy's grin widened for a moment. He dropped back into his seat and started the car, all heavier emotion cast aside just like that. Quinn tossed theirs out along with it. There was no point dwelling on it. Not with this, at least. Billy was right - they'd been through this a dozen times if not more, and he always said the same thing. He always stayed rooted to her, not faltering for even a heartbeat.

She'd never met a person quite as loyal as him.

#this felt a little sloppy to me but oh well. didn't want it to drag on past 2k words so the ending's a little abrupt #my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #oc quinn/aces #my writing #oneshot #ficlet #6 underground #angst #hurt/comfort #tw chronic pain

[gatoplanet]

do you think dave ever met klaus’ mom on the void?

“Oh, this is a rerun,” Rachel says.

Dave tips his head back far enough to see her. There's an afterimage of that young man in the diner, but mostly he looks like he looked when she saw the most of him. Handsome and a little worn-down. A kind face, in spite of everything. A warm smile.

“He’s not with you, is he?” Dave asks her.

“Not yet,” Rachel says. There’s a spot next to Dave on his log, and she sits down there.

“That’s good.”

They’re quiet together for a while. Klaus and Dave aren’t doing anything exciting, of course - she’ll leave those evenings to the people who lived them, thanks very much. But there were some moments like this that she tuned in for, if she happened to catch them. The two of them sitting side by side in the dark, shoulders pressed together, passing a joint back and forth and making each other laugh. Dave is watching himself like he’s studying for a test.

"You can come back to it," Rachel tells him. "It’s yours. You won't forget."

"Reruns?"

"As many as you want."

Dave swallows. "Where’s the live show up to?"

“He just lost you again, I’m afraid.”

Dave looks down at his feet. “Is he okay?”

“He will be.”

“I’m sorry,” Dave says. “I never wanted him to cry like that because of me.”

“Oh, it was unavoidable,” Rachel says. “You can’t love somebody that much without a couple good cries over it.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“I guess it’s not.”

Whatever Klaus just said makes Dave grin and kiss his hair.

"I wouldn't have - I mean, I remember now," Dave says. "I wouldn't have treated him the way I did."

"I think you treated him as well as anybody could've expected you to."

"I hurt him," Dave says, very softly. "I would never do that."

"You think you're the one that hurt him?"

"Of course I was, you saw it, I-"

Rachel puts a hand on Dave's shoulder, and he breaks off, rests his forehead on his knees. Across from them, he kisses Klaus's forehead, his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose, catches every drop of rain that managed to get through the canopy all the way down to his face.

"I'm sorry," Dave says again.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Rachel says, “I once told him I’d never let anything bad happen to him, and look how that turned out.”

Dave doesn’t lift his head. He laughs out loud a few yards away. “When was that?”

“Day after he was born, day before I sold him.”

That gets Dave to look at her.

“I thought he might have a better life than what I could give him,” she says. “The way people looked at him, the things they were already saying, I thought - I thought it couldn’t get much worse.”

“You couldn’t have known.”

“‘Course I couldn’t have. And I was doing it all in the right order, so if either of us had a running start, it was me.”

“Would you do it differently?” Dave asks her. “If you could do it again?”

“That’s the kicker, huh? Didn’t even get that far, the second time around. I’ll never know.”

“Oh,” Dave says. He opens his mouth again.

“If you say sorry one more time, young man.”

That gets a chuckle out of him. He’s an odd fit for her Klaus, but then, Klaus is an odd shape.

“We do the best we can while we are who we are,” she tells him. “It’s easy to look back once we’re somebody else. He knows that as well as either of us.”

Klaus is kissing Dave under their tree, slow and aimless. Dave has his palm cupped around Klaus’s jaw, gentle enough that he’s barely even touching him. Every time Klaus moves his head, there’s a little pause before Dave’s hand catches up.

“He wanted to save my life,” Dave says. “Even after I - right up until I walked away. He kept trying.”

“Did it work?”

“I died on a different hill. I s’pose that counts for something.”

Rachel still has her hand on Dave’s shoulder, so she gives it a rub. “Maybe we get a round three.”

“Wouldn’t we already know if we did?”

“Honestly,” Rachel says, “I was banking on a lot more mysteries being solved when I got here. Or, like, any.”

Dave snorts. He’s pulling Klaus into his lap at the moment, and-

“Ah.” Rachel gets up, dusts off her skirt. “That’s my cue.”

Dave goes beet red, which is quite a feat, given where they are. “I’ll - it was good to meet you, um. Ma’am?”

“Rachel.”

“Oh, I mean,” Dave says, “it was more - I’m dating your son, I guess, I should-“

“You are very sweet,” Rachel says, “and very southern, and I would love to have this conversation with you another time.”

“I don’t have to stay here, I can-“

“You can go over there and be yourself, you know,” Rachel tells him on her way out. “If you want to. It’s your memory.”

Dave blinks at her.

“What,” she says over her shoulder, “you think you’re the only one who lived a life?”

She puts fresh flowers on the dinner table back home. Pulls the round tin down from the cupboard above the stove and gets to making enough apple pie for two. Maybe three, if they need to stretch it.

#kat fic #klave

[surprisingmarch]

Welcome to Patience: It's raining men (Chapter 6)

Joseph Rainier x F!Human Reader x Harry Vanderspeigle Rating: 16+

Fandom: Resident Alien

Story Type: Fluff / Thriller / Romance / Drama

3,672 Words

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

Music I listened to as I wrote: - Nothing! :)

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You flip through a magazine as you wait for someone to check into the clinic or to call and schedule an appointment. This job was a lot easier than you expected, it only took you around an hour and a half to organize the mess of folders the previous secretary called a filing cabinet and another hour to clean up the front desk and make it your own with some pretty colourful paper clips you found in the second drawer. There were.. chip crumbs absolutely every where and some suspicious stains you don't even want to begin to try to identify. You flip to the page… you flip it again upon discovering the next page was chalk full of sex tips. Maybe another time, magazine, but certainly not at work. There's too many people around and you're one hundred percent sure you would flush redder than a fire hydrant if you read them in public… or period, for that matter. You examine every detail of the beautiful sweaters and dresses on each page, but none seem to be to your liking. You close the magazine and lay it on your desk for someone else to read. You look down the hallway towards the break room, waiting for something… anything.. to happen. Asta Twelvetrees rushes down the hallway and to the filing cabinet behind you, she smiles politely at you before switching out the file she has with another then she rushes back down the hallway and into the examination room.

You sigh deeply, not much happens in small towns, eh? So far you've only had two phone calls, and one was a wrong number looking for the pizza joint around the corner.. Good thing you have that police station secretary job too, maybe that one will be a bit more exciting. Either way, it's nice to be able to experience two different job atmospheres anyway, even if it was just to keep the boys in check. You look back down the hallway and see Harry rush out of the examination room and into his office and an old woman slowly creep down the hallway and out of the building. You look behind you at the giant brown wall clock that looks like it wants to be wooden but clearly isn't. "11:04.. He finished just in time." You think to yourself as you stand and stretch big and wide before walking over to Harry's office and knocking on the open door.

Harry gazes up at you, his expression changes from melancholy to a small smile, he places the pen he was writing with back down onto the counter and gestures to the light brown leather chairs in front of his desk. "Come in, come in! Do not be shy! And, close the door behind you, if you wouldn't mind." Harry says cheerfully. You quietly close the door and sit in the right chair in front of his desk. His expression brightens even more upon you sitting down. "My, you look lovely today! Now, what did you want, y/n? A check up?" Harry says then chuckles to himself. You look at Harry's black eye, it's almost healed as well. It looks like whatever alien species Harry is also heals extremely fast like the greys do. You sigh in relief. "At least it doesn't look like it hurts that bad.." You think to yourself. "Your eye is almost healed, that's good.. Did you get hurt any where else?" You ask softly, Harry pauses before answering. "Oh, yes it is. Do not worry, I was not very hurt in the fight. Barely a scratch." Harry shifts his position in his chair slightly, he leans to the right towards you and twiddles his thumbs energetically. "Good… good.. And just so you know.." You lean forward, his eyes widen at the close proximity. "Joseph admitted to me he was an alien, I know you are too, he just didn't go into specifics with you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone… not to mention, I don't have anyone to tell." You whisper. You lean back into the comfy leather chair. Harry blinks a few times, his expression unchanging before responding. "He admitted it to you? Just like that?" Harry asks, rather bewildered. You nod. "Yep. Well, I have proven to be a pretty trust worthy person I suppose.. Not to mention I kind of called him out on the very quick unhuman like movements, the lack of social skills, the fact you two had a full on brawl in less than forty seconds… I called out many things, is my point. It was, INCREDIBLY obvious. Not to mention, the first day I came here as I was unloading all my shit I saw a UFO hover over his side of the apartment complex so… it wasn't too hard to put the pieces together." You admit. Harry smiles widely before chuckling loudly at you. "You are an incredible woman! No one has ever found me out except for in emergency circumstances where I was almost dying! You figured all this out in less than a week? Incredible! Marvelous! You are the perfect woman!" Harry says loudly as he chuckles some more. After he finally calms down, he leans forward toward you. "You know the nurse, Asta Twelevetrees?" Harry asks in a hushed tone. You nod hesitantly. "She got caught with me in a avalanche accident.. we got caught in a crevasse and I was bleeding out, I did not have enough energy to keep this molecular form so I slowly reverted back to my original.. We'll just say she took it as well as you'd imagine she would. I thought about erasing her memory, but I decided it was a wiser decision to keep her around in case I needed her. She had proven useful to me and my mission, so I'd say I made the correct call. Her roommate D'arcy also recently found out and.. she thought I was a dinosaur.." Harry admits. You burst out laughing. "I know, ridiculous, isn't it? A dinosaur, of all things." Harry says in dismay. "A dinosaur? Are you shitting me? What are you, a reptilian?" You ask breathlessly. Harry shakes his head. "No… I am a Indiscernible noises.. Actually.. you can just call me an alien." Harry replies softly.

"Do you look like a dinosaur?" You ask sheepishly. "No! I do not look like a dinosaur! I am purple, not green and scaly!" Harry replies frustratedly. He rubs in between his brows, you giggle at him. "Just making sure, D'arcy sounds like a hoot." You say. "She is no "hoot", she is a pestering degenerate and I hate her." Harry states with a huff. "I think you view most people that way, Harry." You tease. "I do not see you that way…" Harry admits. "I don't see you that way either." You confess quietly. A few moments of silence pass before Harry speaks once again. "I must say.. I do have very.. peculiar feelings for you. Some that I have never felt for any other, ones that symptoms only correlate with love.. or a stomach parasite. I fear I may be in love with you.. which is against my entire species genetic code, we are not supposed to feel anything. Stop making me feel things, it is uncomfortable." You chuckle at Harry's genuine frustration with emotions. Your face flushes and your palms get sweaty. "You act as if I'm purposely making you to feel these things." You reply, Harry reaches across the desk and touches your cheek softly. "But you are.." He says softly before he returns his hand back onto his side of the desk. You sit there, flabbergasted. How are you supposed to go about doing this.. You don't know how you feel, so how will you explain that to him without breaking his spirit? Your throat becomes dry and you start to have a mild little panic attack. Suddenly you feel an uncanny feeling that Joseph is very close by and is INSANELY jealous and quite frankly, furious. You recall his words from earlier and take a deep breath. The feeling of him being near by gives you enough courage to admit your feelings to Harry. "Look I… I don't know how I feel about you yet. It's just so soon.. Though I do appreciate you loving me, and I don't mind it.. I just.. don't know how I feel about you yet. It will probably take at least a few months to truly discern my emotions." You say coyly.

Harry nods approvingly. "I do not mind a wait, I am very old and have been alive since way before you were conceived, I can wait forever if I have to. I've already waited this long for love, I can wait longer. But know, I will not give up on you.. ever. I will always love you and I will fight for you if need be. After all, that is what my species does, we fight to the death over potential mates." Harry says way too calmly. You nod softly. Quite frankly, you don't think you want to even ask about what he just said. You start to calm down a lot, now that everything's out in the open you feel a lot more at ease with the whole situation. You sink into your chair.. suddenly you remember the whole reason why you came in here to begin with. It's amazing how just being in his presence makes you forget every worry you've ever had and makes time stand still. "Oh yeah! I came in here to tell you to…" You reach into your wallet and throw his money back at him. "STOP THROWING YOUR MONEY AROUND IN PUBLIC! ARE YOU INSANE!? You're going to get shot or stabbed or mugged or something! People will kill over that amount of money, in fact, people will kill over any amount of money! So stop throwing it at me, capeesh?" You finish. Harry nods. "You do not want me to get injured?" Harry asks calmly, a small smug smile stretches across his lips. You shake your head. "Of course not.. I DO care about you.." You respond softly. Harry smiles widely before he stands up and walks over to your chair. "Come, it is lunch time, go eat. I do not want you to be hungry. I would be a bad potential mate if I did." Harry says as he lightly taps your shoulder, signaling you to get up. You stand and stretch slightly, trying to make the drowsy feeling in your limbs disappear, to no avail. You start to walk out of the room, Harry keeps his hand soothingly on your back the whole way to the door. Without you realizing, Harry slips the money into your back pocket. If he cannot throw the money at you, he will simply sneak it into your various compartments. Harry opens the door for you and once you're out of his office you feel his hand fall off of you. You turn back to look at him, missing his soothing touch. He smiles down at you with that familiar soft look in his eyes.. the same look Joseph gives you every time he sees you.. before he quietly shuts the door. You slump over in disappointment before slowly meandering into the break room across the hall.

You look around the break room for snacks as you wait for your future hubby to appear with the food as he promised. You waddle over to the coffee maker and consider drinking a cup of joe but decide not to as that'll probably make the growing drowsiness worse later on. You lean on the counter for a minute before you notice some chips propped up against the fridge, you walk over and open clamped the bag and start noming. You don't even take notice of the brand name. You eventually end up stopping and checking, lays cheddar? Nice! You hear a dramatic knock on the door behind you, you look over with a mouth chalk full of chips. Joseph covers his mouth slightly as he snickers at you. "Hungry, love?" He asks calmly as he walks over to the round table and places down a bag full of food. You quickly put the chips back and rush over to a seat at the table. You peer at the bag like a cat as he takes each container out. "Did you make it yourself?" You ask excitedly. Joseph hums with a nod. You giggle happily, you notice he seems a bit off which you assume is from him eavesdropping in on you and Harry's conversation. "I love your food, give me." You say as you paw on a container. "Nu uh uh! Wait your turn.. Bad kitty…" Joseph points a finger at you and stops unloading, obviously waiting for you to behave before he'll start again. You slowly place your hands neatly on top of one another and frown at him. "Thank you.~" Joseph says chipperly before he starts to unload the rest of the containers. After that he places the bag neatly into the floor and starts to open each container, revealing various meal options. Your eyes widen, you weren't expecting a feast. "Oh y/n I-" You quickly look over at the room's entrance, Harry's standing there glaring at Joseph. You look over at Joseph who is seemingly glaring back at Harry, you can't exactly tell because you can't see his face, but you can feel the tension so you assume he is. "Joseph." Harry states in a harsh tone. "Harry." Joseph says his name like a threat. A moment of silence fills the room before Harry slowly turns and leaves, making sure to eye Joseph down the whole way out. Joseph stares out of the room's doorway for a while before turning back around to face you.

You hear a soft deep rumble come from Joseph's throat, you assume it's a growl considering the giant scowl on his face. You reach over and pet his hair, he leans into your touch immediately, he shuts his eyes as he enjoys your attention. You pull away after a few moments, he opens his eyes and looks at you, you can tell he's deeply troubled. "Hey…" You begin as you get out of your seat and walk over to him, you gesture for him to scoot out some and he does just that. You look down at his face one more time, he's frowning deeply and he seems to be pouting slightly. You sit in his lap facing towards him and start to kiss all over his face and neck. Eventually Joseph starts to laugh and kiss you back and the rumbling almost ceases. After a while you pull away and look deep into his eyes, he seems much calmer but you can still sense that fiery rage deep within him. "You were near by and could hear everything, couldn't you, baby?" You ask softly. Joseph nods very slowly, that rage clearly rising within him once more. "I'm proud of you for not starting another fight.." You plant a soft kiss on his jawline then pull away again. "It's okay, everything is out in the open now, so there's no need for all that anger. It's for the better, he knows I don't know how I feel about him and he's okay with it. What's there to be angry about?" You say softly. "He should have stayed the fuck away. He knows you're mine." Joseph quickly spits back. The growl starts rolling within him once more, getting louder and louder by the second. "Honey, someone is going to hear that.." You warn quietly. "They won't, I stopped time. I have the ability to pause time for humans and the animals on earth for short periods of time." Joseph responds blatantly. You both stare at each other for a solid 10 seconds before you finally respond. "And you failed to tell me yesterday? Why on earth would you keep that from me?" You ask, mildly annoyed and offended that he didn't trust you enough to have that information. "I forgot I could.. I just had sex, I was loopy.." Joseph confesses shyly. You sigh and lean your head on top of his. "I guess that's fair.." You mumble. "But is there anything else I need to know about?" You ask, your tone seemed to make him perk up. He panics slightly. "I have a small hand held device that will portal me to most any where, as long as it's in range and has been added into the database. Otherwise, that's all I can think of. I promise I trust you." Joseph says quickly. He grabs your hands and holds them in his as he looks deep into your eyes, making sure you aren't mad at him. The growling calms slightly and his brows furrow in fear. You nod and sigh. "Okay… I'm sorry I got frustrated and scared you honey.. I didn't mean to.." You rub his hands with yours, he sighs deeply and leans back into his chair. "It's okay, I understand." He responds quietly. "Hey.." You start as you massage Joseph's scalp, he closes his eyes for a while then opens them. "I love you Joseph… I love you. I don't know if I love Harry.. I just know he makes me feel safe. For all I know that could be platonic. I haven't felt sexually attracted to him like I have you, okay? I love you, Joseph Rainier. I love you. And I'll stay with you no matter what." You reassure him. Joseph gets teary eyed, he nods and leans his face into your shoulder. The rumbling comes to a halt, finally.

"Thank you for being there for me, Joseph.. I probably wouldn't have been able to confess how I feel too him if you weren't.. It was so nerve wracking.. I didn't want to hurt him.." You say softly. ""Confess"…?" Joseph repeats hatefully. "Oh- I mean explain my feelings." You correct. Joseph sighs deeply and calms himself down. "Thank you for the food too.. It all looks so good." You mumble softly. "You're welcome." He says proudly, he's starting to sound like his old goofy self again. Suddenly, you fly into the air, you're flipped to face the table then sat back down onto Joseph's lap. You giggle, Joseph presses a kiss into the crook of your neck before he uses telekinesis to pick up a spoon and bring a piece of tasty looking steak to your mouth. You chop down and quickly chew. "Slow, darling… slow.. You don't have to scarf down your food, you're going to choke." Joseph warns. You chew slower and furrow your brows at him. You huff poutily and turn away from him, Joseph chuckles at you. You pick up a spoon and shovel a hunk of mashed potatoes into his mouth. Joseph points to his face as he chews. "See, slow." He says in your mind. You huff again and turn to bite down on your next spoonful of food from the little spoon that could. "You know.." You begin as you chew "slowly". "You seem to really like it when I'm in your lap.." You say quietly, you look up at Joseph and bat your eyelashes at him. He glares down at you with that sex glare of his. "Dirty dirty.. tisk tisk.." You tease before eating the spoonful of perfectly seasoned peas he brought to your mouth.

After being feisty and flirting the whole time you two were eating, Joseph he finally gives into his temptation. Joseph swiftly and gracefully picks you up from his lap and starts to walk. "Oh!- Joseph?-" He plops you against the break room's counter, he grabs your chin and french kisses you passionately. Your tongues twirl around each other's in a frenzy. He claws at your shirt and about rips the damn thing, but luckily manages to control himself enough to where he doesn't. You both moan loudly in between breathes, you gasp for air as he starts to grab at your breasts. Suddenly, he parts away from the kiss. You pant breathlessly, hopelessly looking up at your boyfriend in a hot daze. Joseph smirks down at you before he walks over to the round table and starts to pack up all the food into his white tout. "B-but Joseph-" You begin, Joseph looks over at you and smiles widely. "You're mine." He states blatantly before he throws the bag's handles over his shoulder and starts to walk out. The glare he just sent you was full of something primal… it just turns you on even more. "But-" You start once more, Joseph stops at the doorway and looks back at you with that delicious smile of his. "But I can see how badly you want me.." You say and point to his crotch. "And I can see how badly you want me." He says as he points back at you, you have a sudden moment of clarity and quickly fix your hair and your clothes. "I'll see you later, sweetheart.." Joseph says softly before he walks away. "Damn.." You mumble with a smile. He knows how to leave you wanting more, that's for sure.. You start to hear chattering in the halls, you quickly hop off the counter and adjust your clothes some more. As Asta and D'arcy enter the room you slip past them and return to the desk. You can still feel Joseph some where nearby, observing you some how. You're starting to wonder if his "errands" was just code for stalking you. Honestly, you wouldn't mind if it was… but you trust that he does genuinely have some alien stuff to do. You look up at the clock, 11:45? You start to pack up and head to the police station. Wouldn't want to be late for your first day, now would you? Who knows, maybe Joseph is already there waiting for you.

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Ask 1.: So,Raven turns into the Trollge form when upset if her weaker friend are hurt or mocked, so how would your ocs react?

Ask 2.: Continuing the first one, how would your ocs calm her down? Maybe a image form of one calming her down from being angry and she turns back.

Ask 3.: How would you think Springy met Leroy? Probably also him getting Ravens trust from the pranks she did as he probably saw her be cornered by Leroy In a allyway before boom! To the rescue!

1 and 2 asks:

(been thinking about this all day, my god.)

well:

Oscar. He will be surprised and frightened to say the least in the first minutes when he sees her, but he will understand that this is Raven, and if she is evil in her second form, he will try to calm her down, distracting her from what or whom she was angry with, and after going to have fun.

Gill. Not afraid, but surprised to see Raven in the first place in her second form. He's not very good at comforting anyone, but he can say something along the lines of "they're just idiots, freak it" if Raven was protecting her friend before. If she was just pissed off about something, he'll offer her a break with him, Gill loves to sleep.

Photographer. He won't be surprised by the fact that Raven is in her second form, but will appreciate the fact that Raven can protect herself and protect others. To escape from stress with Raven, he will offer to read books, or look at photos, and, as an option, draw.

Simia. He considers the second form of Raven cool, and like the Photographer, he will not be surprised, because she also has her own. As a reassurance, Simia will hug her and offer to listen to music while painting, chat, or have a snack.

Springys. Well, he would be very surprised to see Raven quite formidable for the first time. He's afraid to joke now :3. Just like the others, she will offer to take her mind off the problem that made her angry, and will offer to either fly in the rain, or just jump around the city and unwind.

Sam. Poor guy, his drowsiness won't even surprise him much at the sight of Raven, but he'll notice that Raven has changed, like "oh. you're a little taller." He comforts Raven with a hug and an offer to take a nap, which will eventually work.

Sharp. He will be scared, because he will not immediately recognize Raven, usually because she is smaller, but here she is quite tall. He will try to calm her down with words, because he cannot come into the dense.

Mimic. Panic XD

Fred. He will also be surprised at Raven's second form, but realizing that it is exactly her, he will "hug" her as best he can, after which they will rest, or take a walk along the way talking about different things without remembering the incident.

(by the way, here he is)

( I think at this moment Raven was chasing Mandy's offenders )

( Fred is confused )

( after explaining what happened )

Ask 3:

and the third one is interesting

After an unsuccessful prank by Legion and Raven, and a subsequent reprimand for Springy, Springy left for his town, where it was raining again. And while he was jumping around the city, he noticed someone on one of the streets, and watched him out of curiosity. And then around the corner he heard screams, the voice of Oscar who attacked Leroy to protect Raven, who was left alone, and then her sobs. When Leroy was about to "finish what he started," Springy appeared, and picked up Raven in his arms, and began to run away. Well, then they were saved by the Legion in our joint comic. Well, that's how Springy found out about Leroy and who he is. And, of course, Springy's opinion of him is very bad.

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Puppet Boy Chapter 3

Mind and Body 

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Mk sipped a warm cup of hot chocolate as rain poured down outside. The way the liquid fell down his throat felt… different. Though his brain knew it was warm there was a certain coldness to it that felt off. A familiar pain pierced through his heart making Mk clutch his chest. Glancing down at his hand, Mk examined Red Son’s handy craftsmanship. The details, joints moving flawlessly, almost natural. Though something was… off. Not just his physical body, but his mind as well. He couldn't feel how his hair brushed against his forehead, or how the hot cocoa warmed his hands. It felt fake. He felt fake.

Red Son knocked gently before opening the door to her workshop, “Mk? I brought a Blanket so…” She stopped, raising a brow as Mk stared at his hand. “Are you alright?”

Mk perked up, turning towards Red son with a smile, “Thanks! It was getting a bit chilly in here” Mk got up, placing the cup down and heading over to Red Son.

“But you're wearing your jacket?” She commented, Mk glanced down, a bit surprised himself, “Ah! I guess so!” he chuckled awkwardly, '' I don't know, I've been feeling cold no matter how much I warm up, is that weird?”

“Hm. well your mind has probably just not adjusted to your new body yet. Just try to keep warm around the fire or...” Red Son threw the blanket over Mk’s shoulders with a smile, “a blanket!”

Mk snickered and pulled it tightly around him, “Ahh! I’m already so cozy!” , Red Son let out a chuckle, her eyes holding a certain sadness, before Mk could comment on it she was already on her way out the door,

“Wait! Hold on- where are you going?” Mk rushed over to her side once more.

“Oh! I guess I forgot to tell you, Mei and I have been training ever since the uh… ya know. It helped her harness and control her new powers really well, she can go 15 minutes without blowing anything up now.”

“Wow!!! That's… Amazing! We need to go right away, c’mon i-” Mk walked towards the front door, Red Son stopping him with a hand.

“Whoa whoa- sorry Noodle boy but this is off limits.”

“What!? But I haven't seen Mei- or or- Pigsy and Tang… Sandy… or.. Monkey King in forever! They must still think I'm-... Red Son come on!”

The bull child sighed, turning towards Mk once again, “They do and I'm not sure how they'll react once they see you. None of them even… know I did this.”

“WHAT!?”

“Okay okay, look it sounds bad but we just need to introduce you slowly! I mean, I don't know how I'd react if someone showed up on my doorstep saying they were my dead friend.”

“But… I'm not dead anymore. I don't even really remember anything from WHEN I was dead…”

“But THEY do. You've been gone for months. Just… let me try to bring it up with Mei today, alright?”

Mk furrowed his brows, sighing and nodding as he waved Red Son off. The rain was still pounding outside as Mk watched her ride off on her motorcycle.

Mk turned his back to the window pressing his back against the wall, sliding down until he was fully sitting, looking up at the ceiling before turning his attention back on his hands. The silver metal shone as torches from the wall lit up the room. There was a permanent ice in the air. Was he the only one who could feel it? Why could he only feel it? I mean… Red Son IS made of fire. Maybe Mei will feel it when she comes over… and what about Monkey King? He must be worried sick.

Mk slouched, the longer he sat, the more his hands twitched with anxiety, and his heart raced. He quickly got up, stomping to the bathroom,

“I just need to clear my head… that's all.” he turned the hot water on, running his hand under it. Static, it didn’t hurt and though the water was scolding. Mk furrowed his brows before taking a hand full of water, bending down and throwing it on his face. The water roared as he turned up the pressure, splashing water on his face over and over. It was all the same. Lukewarm. Lukewarm. Lukewarm. Mk’s heart started to pound as he finally lifted his face out of the sink, staring into the mirror.

A flash of a blue monkey-like figure entered his vision only to disappear as fast as it appeared, the robot quickly turned around to see nothing. He was completely and utterly alone. Labored breath escaped his lungs as he tried to steady himself. Grabbing the hand towel aside from the sink and wiping his face down, “Why isn't it hot?...” he whispered to himself, “It’s scolding…. Why doesn't it hurt?... Is it this body?” he glanced down at his hands once more, seeing small ice crystals form on the tips of his fingers.

His heart jumped, quickly putting his hand under the sink once more as they quickly melted. “I just… need some sleep. This is all just… a bad dream.” Mk turned the water off, stumbling out of the bathroom while clenching his stomach in dread.

It's just a dream, he reminded himself.

All of this is just a dream.

He quickly crawled onto the metal table he had originally had woken up on, it didn’t matter if it was comfortable or not. Everything felt the same anyway. Mk quickly closed his eyes, trying to make his heart and mind calm down, soon enough he fell asleep, not by relaxation but by force.

Mk woke up, laying on the ground of an all white empty room, stumbling up he quickly glanced around, then down at his hands again. Tan skin, just like before! Mk laughed in triumph, stomping his feet happily as his brown tail curled up in excitement, “Yes! Yes!! I knew it, all just a bad dream! All i need to do now is…” He glanced around the infinite void, “find… a way out.” uncertainty laced his voice as he swallowed the growing lump in his throat, wandering the liminal space. There was no shaking the feeling of eyes on him at all times. Someone, who he couldn’t see, was watching him. Mk crept around, turning around every so often to make sure no one was behind him.

The room stretched on, with no end in sight, until suddenly, over the horizon line, a figure stood next to a light blue, almost translucent tree.

The figure floated atop their staff facing away from Mk, shiny armor beamed to Mk’s eyes as he got closer, as the two blue feathers in his hair tossed a nonexistent wind. Was that…

“MONKEY KING!” Mk smiled, tears leaving his eyes as he rushed towards his mentor, “oh my gosh! It's so great to see you! I didn’t know you were here! Do you uh- know where we are? I'm… not quite sure I-” Mk's breath stopped as he turned towards monkey king’s face. Was he… blue?

Sun Wukong turned his head towards Mk, a forced smile on his face as he stood atop his staff, a small skull brooch in the center of his forehead. “Good to see you again bud! I've been stuck in here awhile…”

Mk took a step back, rubbing his arm as a clear sense of dread spread across his face, “Why… uhm… why are you?...”

“Blue? Oh! It's a good question. I’m… not really sure why! It probably has something to do with our last battle with Lady Bone Demon! I'm kinda… stuck in the armor she put me in…” Wukong floated down so he was face to face with Mk, tail wrapped around his staff as he hovered a bit above the ground.

“And… the brooch?...”

“Oh! Well, I have a working theory… When Lady Bone Demon put that skull on your soul, I think she locked a part of ME away with it. I'm not sure which but…” he motioned to himself, “this part. Either way, we’re connected now… that's probably why I'm here.” He shrugged.

Mk nodded, “alright…”, he took another step back.

Wukong sighed, “I understand you still are suspicious. Don't worry bud, I would be too.” he smiled, again it was strained. “I don't expect you to trust me at first. Let's just… take it slow. Alright?” He sat Mk down, sitting across from him with his legs folded. “This must be all pretty confusing for you… being resurrected and such.”

Mk perked up, “how… Do you know about that?”

Wukong's eyes widened as he started to chuckle, “I've been right by your side this whole time kid! Like I said, we're bonded now! Whenever you need me just call and I'll be there!”

Mk glanced down at his hands once more than nodded, “Right… well- this is getting a little too weird for me. I'm gonna talk to the real Monkey King and I'll be back. ” He quickly stood up, waving off.

Wukong gave a slight chuckle, before waving him off, “You’re talking to him. See you tomorrow Mk.” He muttered as Mk faded from the void.

Mk’s eyes flickered open, his head throbbing as he woke up once more on the cold table, Red Son sleeping at the foot in a cheap chair.

Mk smiled gently, repositioning so his legs dangle off the table, watching the still pounding rain rage outside, “Soon. everything will be back to normal.”

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Blueberry Muffins - Chapter 4a

*Warning Adult Content*

It’s Complicated - Part 1

Two days have passed since the arrival of the visiting guests from the Whitewater Pack. Wren Rivera, avoided them like the plague, especially, Joshua Calder. He seemed to be doing the same, as well.. It was probably because of what happened that one fateful morning. Wren still felt a bit bad about it. Either way, though, Wren would have to see Joshua tonight. They had their monthly wolf run today. It was basically an entire day of special events. They would have a lovely picnic lunch and joint group games at their local lake. They would spent the rest of the day there, swimming and sunbathing until nightfall. 

Once the moon rose into the sky, they would all shift and began the pack run. It was a great time to bond with their wolf mates. Wren still enjoyed it even if his wolf was slightly slower than most of the other wolves. Erin’s wolf sometimes stops to run with him but he usually, as an Alpha, have to stay at the front of the pack. That’s fine with Wren though because after the run, they all gather back by the lake and spent the night out. Wren has a small bag of extra clothes to take with him as he walks to the pack house. He was going to meet Erin and their friends before they went to the picnic. The weather is perfect for the event too.

‘Thanks to the Goddess.’ 

They've had to run in the rain before but the day honestly felt so perfect, like nothing could ruin it. As Wren went to open the front door, he suddenly found it slammed into his face. He cries out, holding his nose. The person who hit him gasped, closing the door quickly. Wren opens his eyes and is surprised to see that Joshua is the perpetrator of his current injury. 

‘Wonderful. Just wonderful. So he'd seen me half-naked and now he's probably broken my nose.’

"Wren," Joshua says, looking panicky.

"Ow. That really hurt," Wren whines, still holding his nose as he tried to calm himself down.

"I'm so sorry. Let me take you to the pack doctor or something. Shoot, I didn't mean to, I swear," he rambles, his hands scrambling around to try and find something to do.

Wren steps back, shaking his head. 

"No, no, it's fine. No need for a doctor and it'll heal soon anyway."

Joshua looked at Wren intently, his face becoming unreadable for a moment. 

"So, um... about..."

"Wren," a voice suddenly called out.

Joshua stopped mid-sentence, his face going blank when he sees Erin, Ryder and Aaron coming their way. Wren smiles, still holding his nose. When Erin stopped in front of his boyfriend, he noticed him holding his nose, a frown taking over his handsome face soon after. 

"You're hurt. What happened?" he asked worriedly, grabbing Wren’s hand to pull it away from his nose.

"Joshua accidentally hit me in the nose with the door. He’s apologized already and if I'm being honest I wasn't really looking where I was going anyway," Wren explained to Erin, while he examined his boyfriend’s face.

"It doesn't look too bad. It should heal soon."

Wren nods his head. As werewolves, they naturally have an accelerated healing rate, more than humans did. And they had longer lifespans as well. 

‘Werewolves weren't invincible, of course but the healing ability certainly came in handy when we get a paper cut. Those things hurt like crazy.’

"Okay, why don't we all head to the lake together? Aaron's letting us use his car," Ryder offers, smiling widely.

Erin nodded in agreement, looking at Joshua, who'd gone completely silent. Joshua opened his mouth to say something but stopped, nodding his head in agreement. Wren gave him a small smile, to which he quickly avoided his gaze. He felt an arm wrap around his waist and he looks up, to see smiling at Erin him.

"Okay, let's head out then. Joshua, where are Alpha Kristen and her son?" Erin asked, keeping me close.

"They left with your father. I came back to get something."

Wren realizes Joshua is carrying a small tote-bag. Erin nods his head, telling them to get going. Ryder and Aaron began to walk away, getting ahead of the couple. Erin and Wren walked together, with Joshua following behind them. Aaron’s car was parked a short walk away with a few other cars. Wren doesn't know why Aaron doesn't just park near the pack house like all the others did since there was a small parking lot off to the side of the building. Maybe he wanted to keep it open for the guests. 

‘What a nice guy, right?’

Meanwhile they have to walk the 10 minute hike to get to his car.

[haorev]

So a couple months ago they sent off blood work to check for autoimmune diseases (to see why my hands get all hurty and my jokes ache and the muscles in my legs and arms often hurt for no reason and make the joints around them hurt and why I get dizzy for days at a time and why I have brain fog) and nothing came up.

So that’s lovely /sarcasm

Like all last week I had a cramp/ache in the top of my right calf and the bottom of my right thigh to the point where for much of Friday I had trouble putting my weight on that leg while walking. Then it started raining and storming and my right arm and the joints in both hands were aching so bad. I had stuff I had to do for school and it was making it so hard.

I know some of my brain fog stuff is from my adhd (I’m using the term for it bc if I don’t have my meds I very much feel like I’m in a fog and everything is…thick…but I don’t know if that’s a normal description of it) and I didn’t have my adhd meds at all last week bc the pharmacy was having an issue and my doctor wrote it down wrong (I moved so I have to get them filled by my GP instead of the psych I was seeing). So the last few days have been better on that front.

Nothing is helped by my period starting. It makes me anxious about going out. It makes showering harder (and it’s hard enough already, literally the only physical upkeep I have more trouble getting myself to do is brushing my teeth), but I’m doing it bc my hair is disgusting.

My hair is getting longer (which is a goal, I’m trying to grow it out) and that means it’s shedding more noticeably which is The Worst. Especially in the shower. And I know that if I brushed it and washed it regularly it would be better but try telling that to my autistic little brain that hates washing my hair bc I might get water in my ears or on my face. I’m just glad that it doesn’t look a mess right now which it did the last time it was this length (which was six years ago during my freshman year of college).

Being an adult is rough. Being an autistic adult with adhd who is having to really accept, and get the people around me to accept, that I’m not really a living on my own 100% of the time kind of person bc I’m not good at being able to get myself to do things.

And now I’m home, in the house I grew up in. It’s not bad, it’s just the last time I lived here full time I was a teenager. I was in high school. Or it was summers or winter breaks in undergrad and the whole time there was an undercurrent of “when do you go back to school?” And that undercurrent isn’t there now. Bc we know that I’m here at least until I finish my current degree program. And we don’t know when that’ll be. But I don’t have to pay rent and my dad cooks and I get to see the cats. So it’s okay.

#personal #actuallyautistic #actuallyadhd #unknown physical pain and maladies #I kind of wonder if I have fibro #bc my grandma does and also most of the pain spots on older fibro tests hurt the way that the tests say they would if pressed correctly #but they don’t use those anymore for diagnosis from what I understand #and I’m not constantly in bad pain #most days I’m pretty fine #a twinge here or there #an ache #and fibro is a diagnosis by elimination

[cherrycocaineee]

18. Sodapop - A Love All Too Real

*Warning - Smut; spanking, biting, dirty talk, hair pulling, car sex*

“My baby did so well.”

“Cum one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

*Sodapop’s p.o.v*

   Mickey Mouse was playing loudly throughout the living room, trying to muffle the sounds of the rain beating against the roof. It worked a little, distracting all of us from the brewing storm outside. Two-Bit was sitting next between Steve and I, completely mesmerized by his favorite showing playing on the screen. It wasn’t getting late but most of us were ready to pass out in the spots we sat in; me including, my heavy eyelids sinking each time I blinked. However, we were shaken away when there was a rapid banging noise on the door. I pushed myself up off the cushion and peered towards the closed door like all the others, wondering who could possibly be standing outside in this weather. The knocking came again, except this time with a voice behind it.

  “Seriously guys! Who else would be knocking at your damn door right now?!”

  It was Anni.

   Ponyboy hopped off the floor, leaving Johnny sitting there alone, and opened the front door quickly. Anni was standing there, her hand over her left eye, soaking wet from the rain fall. She glared at him.

  “Took you long enough,” she grumbled.

 “Sorry Anni,” he said, “we expected you to be at home.”

  “I was at home. I got kicked out.”

  When she stepped into the house, the multiple bruises on her skin, fresh blood was collected on her skin and clothes, and when she removed her hand from her eye you could see how bad it really was. Her eye was black and purple, and I could see that some of the blood vessels in her eye were popped due to the red color collecting in her eye.

  “Holy shit,” Two-Bit muttered, his eyes staying off the television now.

 No one cared about Mickey Mouse playing anymore, or how tired they were. We only cared about Anni.

She placed her bag down by the door as she passed Ponyboy, who was still in shock that he couldn’t even move to close the door. Steve did it for him, not wanting rain to get inside the house or on him.

  “Anni,” Darry said, standing in front of her, “this is the third time this week.”

  She looked at all of us before turning back to Darry, the unfazed look on her face never wavering, as she shrugged.

  “So?” She muttered.

 “So,” he continued, “you can’t keep livin’ like this.”

  Anni waved her hand in front of her, rather annoyed that she had to hear this again. Anytime she came over covered in bruises, Darry or one of us would tell her she couldn’t live with her dad again. It was always met with the same unfazed look on her face along with a light shrug of the shoulders. Anni crossed her arm over her chest; I noticed that she didn’t even wince. She was so use to the constant abuse and beatings that they didn’t even hurt her physically anymore.

   “Why not?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

 “Anni, you do realize that your eyeball is red right? Like the blood vessels in your eye have busted?” Dally inquired, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

 “Well yeah, I’m going to clean myself up and wait for it to heal like always.”

   “But what we’re sayin’,” I said, standing from my spot, “you don’t deserve to be beaten every time you go home. You deserved to be cared for and go to sleep safely.”

  Once more, I noticed that the unfazed look in her eyes never wavered. She was so numbed to the abuse it didn’t seem wrong anymore. Instead, she turned away from all of us, facing the open bathroom ready to head inside so she could avoid the problem.

  “Doesn’t matter to me. Lots of things shouldn’t happen but they do. People take what they want from me whenever they please; the want sex, they don’t have to ask they just take, if every night someone wants to beat the hell out of me so that they feel better then so be it. I’m nothing more than a toy; a disposable piece of shit that people tend to keep around until they’re done using me.”

  With those final words, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. My heart broke into hundreds of pieces after hearing her say those words. Anni wasn’t a bad person, she just never knew what it felt like to be loved and cherished. All I wanted to do was love and cherish her. To lay beside her at night and hold her. To pepper her face with dozens of kisses while caressing her small form. To just show her what it felt to be cared about instead of used. But she was so brainwashed into thinking she didn’t matter, that she was nothing more than a throwaway doll, that she couldn’t see it.

  Ponyboy wrapped his arms around him.

 “We can’t keep lettin’ her live there, Darry,” he said.

 “I know that, Pony, but unless she wants to leave there isn’t anythin’ we can do,” Darry said, “I’m goin’ to go make her somethin’ to eat.”

  That was a normal routine when Anni came over all beaten up. She normally wouldn’t have eaten for two days before the beating. I had asked her why she didn’t eat two days in advance and she told me that it helped her not throw up when her dad kicked her in the stomach. Once more breaking my heart as I heard her tell me that she could anticipate when the beating was coming and how to make it hurt less.

 I followed Darry into the kitchen, Steve and Ponyboy trailing behind me. He was already getting all of the sandwich stuff out, dinner having been served a while ago and with all of us here, there were no leftovers. I grabbed the mustard off the table and watched Pony take out some bread before spreading the yellow condiment on her sandwich. We worked in silence, not sure what we could say to one another. Darry was right; unless Anni wanted to leave her parents, to have a better life, there wasn’t much we could do.

   As soon as we finished making her sandwich, and Steve added half a pickle to the plate, Anni came walking in while drying her hair with the towel. She was wrapped in nothing but a towel. In the kitchen light I could see her bruises more prominent.

  “Soda, can I borrow some clothes?” She inquired.

 “Sure thing, doll,” I said, rinsing my hands off and following her to my room.

   I opened the drawer and took out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black wife beater that revealed a lot on the side. It was something I wore around the house when it was hot.

  “You know, Pony has clothes that might fit you better,” I joked.

 “Yeah, probably,” she laughed, “but they aren’t as comfortable as yours.”

  I handed the clothes to her, looking at her beaten up face. I frowned.

 “Does it hurt?” I whispered.

 “No more than it normally does,” she shrugged, “can you close the door on your way out? Please, and thank you.”

  Nodding my head, I left the room and closed the door behind me. Anni came out five minutes after wearing the sweats and wife beater I’d given her. It was much bigger on her than I’d expected, revealing all of her sides and if she moved her arms a certain way you could see the side of her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not that she needed one because her breasts were small and perky.

  A lump formed in my throat as I watched her. I had to force myself to look away. She plopped down on the recliner, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair as Darry walked in with her sandwich. He handed it to her and smiled.

 “Eat up, kid,” he said.

 “Thank you,” she said, smiling back.

Soon the rain went away; Darry had gone to sleep an hour ago, having to get up for work in the morning. Pony had fallen asleep on the floor beside Johnny, Dally left with Two-Bit to a party that was close by, and Steve was sprawled out beside me completely knocked out. His mouth was partially opened which made me laugh a little.

  Anni was still awake. She walked over to me, her arms folded over her chest.

  “Want to come outside with me?” She asked, “I need to smoke.”

 “Sure, come on,” I said, standing up carefully not to wake Steve or the others.

  I closed the door behind us and she shivered. The rain had made the air incredibly cold, and she was hardly wearing anything. Her pale skin glowed in the darkness, and in the small, illuminating porch light, I noticed that her nipples were erected.

 “Come on,” I said, leading her to Darry’s truck.

  We climbed into the backseat. I reached to the front and grabbed the spare keys underneath the visors. I turned the truck on and let the heater kick in so we could warm up. Anni was digging through her bag, removing a lighter and a container out. I watched her open the container and take out a joint. Anni didn’t smoke cigarettes, couldn’t stand the taste, but she did smoke weed and I was pretty sure it was because it numbed her from everything. I watched her light her joint and hit it, a cloud of smoke releasing from her perfect, soft, pink lips. The smell of weed collecting in the car and I knew I was going to have to air it out before we went in. Darry had the nose of a hound.

  She looked over at me and held out the joint, “want some?”

  “No thanks, doll,” I smiled.

  Shrugging her shoulders, she continued to smoke the joint. Her unwounded eye turned hazy and became a bit red. With each puff, she was getting higher and higher; this obviously not being the first time she smoked tonight. She slouched down in her seat, the shirt riding up a little bit. I guess I’d been staring too long because she faced me and raised her eyebrow.

  “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She questioned.

 “Just takin’ in all of your wounds,” I whispered, half lying.

  She let her eyes land on the bruises decorating her arm before dropping it and taking another hit of her joint.

  “You know, I’m use to it but they still hurt like hell.”

  “You shouldn’t be use to it,” I muttered, “I hate seein’ you like this, Anni.”

  Anni put out her smoke, putting it back in her purse and folding her arms, “why?”

  “Because I care about you. Every time I see you all bruised up like this, it pisses me off. I swear if I ever see your dad-”

  “You’ll do nothing.”

  Our eyes met; hers cold, and distant, mine shocked, and sad.

  “If you do something it’ll only make it worse. I’ll just get beaten ten times worse than the last. He’ll do everything in his power to prove he’s got total control over me, and he’s right.”

  I reached over and touched her shoulder. She flinched a bit but I didn’t pull away; her skin was cool to the touch, the heater barely keeping her warm. Anni sighed.

 “It’s just how it is, Soda. Leave it be.”

  “How can I do that?” I asked, “you don’t deserve it.”

 “Because I’m not important, Soda!” She snapped, “if I left today, all of you would stop thinking about me! If I died tomorrow, you’d forget me as soon as you saw the next girl walk by! I’m replaceable! A nobody! Unloved!”

 “You aren’t unloved!” I yelled back, “and maybe to your shitty dad you're replaceable, but to me you’re irreplaceable! You’re so fucked up in the head, you don’t even know what love is because they’ve got you all messed up.”

  “So?! What do you want me to do about it!”

 “Let me show you what it’s like to be loved, Anni.”

  She started nibbling on her lip as I got closer to her. She didn’t move away from me though, as I leaned in closer and closer. The air between us almost felt thin, I could hardly breathe. I could see her chest moving up and down fast. Was she nervous? Scared? I couldn’t tell. My forehead pressed against hers.

  “I’ll stop if you want,” I whispered, “I’d never do somethin’ to you that you aren’t comfortable with.”

  It took her a moment to answer and when she was capable of doing so, it came out as more of a hushed whisper.

 “I’m fine,” her voice croaked, “you can continue.”

She was definitely nervous. My words, along with my actions, had her flustered and confused.

Nodding my head, I pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were just as soft as I’d imagined them to be. When I pulled away, it was only for a second, going back into and kissing her deeply once again, this time more passionately. I softly pushed her back, keeping my lips on hers, and crawled between her legs. Her hands reached up and wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling themselves into my hair. A soft groan left my lips as I felt her fingers tug gently.

   I pulled away from her, a small amount of saliva pulling from our lips. Her eyes were hazy with lust and confusion.

  “I’ve got you, doll,” I whispered, “I promise.”

  She nodded her head. Leaning back down, I attached my lips to her neck and started leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along the nape. Softly sucking and nibbling on her flesh, I felt my cock harden at the sound of her breathy moans. A sound that I wanted to be familiar with forever. I bit down on her neck and she gasped, jolting forward, her chest pressing against mine. Her nipples were still hard. I swirled my tongue around the spot I bit down on before biting down on a different spot, repeating the process.

  “Soda,” she whimpered.

  It was the first time I’ve heard her sound so vulnerable.

  “That’s a good girl,” I praised, returning my attention to her face.

  The black eye didn’t bother me, neither did the blood in her eye. She was as beautiful as she always was.

  I grabbed the rim of my shirt and pulled it off, revealing my tanned chest. Her eyes lingered a little lower, her teeth biting her bottom lip while she scanned over my body. I chuckled then reached for her shirt. She lifted her arms letting me pull the shirt over her head, revealing her exposed, bruised flesh. I groaned at the mere sight of her breasts. They were perfect; like beautiful clouds. I barely licked one of the hardened nipples and her back arched, eyes rolling to the back of her head. I captured her lips with mine once again, this time kissing her hungrily.

  I pulled her off the seat and into my lap, breathing heavily as I started kissing down her neck again, tracing the purple hickeys I had left. My hands fumbled with my zipper first, my cock aching to be released from their restraints. Not bothering to lift her off of me, I lifted myself off the seat a bit and pulled my jeans down. Anni wrapped her arms around me, tugging my hair a bit as she kissed me hard. I grabbed the sweats she was wearing and dragged them down, my hands grazing her bare skin causing her to shiver. I loved watching her shiver after I touched her. It didn’t happen often with Anni, she hardly ever reacted to anyone touching her, so to see, to feel, her shake from my touch sent a rush of pride through me.

  Anni lifted herself off of my lap as I pulled her sweats all the way off. She was completely naked in front of me now.

  “God damnit, Anni,” I groaned, “so fucking beautiful.”

 A soft laugh left her lips as she watched me pull my boxers down finally releasing my growing member. There was no need to wait any longer, no need for foreplay, no need for me to poke and prod to make sure she was okay. We were both ready as if we'd been waiting for years. I lined myself up with her and pushed her down onto me, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls gripping me. Anni buried her head into my shoulder and moaned softly at the feeling of me filling her up. Only a second passed before I started thrusting my hips back and forth, our skin slapping against each other’s. Small pants were leaving her mouth as she gripped my shoulders tightly, keeping herself upright despite being drilled into. Even though I wasn’t going too fast right now, the position allowed me to bury myself deep into her sweet little cunt.

   “Holy fuck,” I moaned, “that’s it baby.”

  My pace quickened as she started bouncing herself up and down; the truck started to rock a bit at the movement happening inside but we didn’t care. Anni’s moans became more erotic and lewd; she sounded almost angelic and I loved that I was the one making her feel this way. Her head fell back as she continued to ride my cock, meeting each thrust coming from me. I moved my left hand up to the back of her head and pulled her hair a little, just enough to get her to face me. I didn’t want to hurt her. She moaned at the feeling of me pulling her hair.

  “Fuck, Anni, you sound so beautiful,” I groaned, pulling her closer by her hair so that our foreheads could meet, “such a beautiful girl for me, huh?”

  She could only nod, her body shivering.

  “Soda, I’m close,” she whimpered out.

  “Let it go, baby,” I moaned, “I’ve got you.”

 Those words with the quickening pace of our thrust sent Anni into euphoria. She screamed out, her legs violently shaking as she came all over my cock. I held her in place; one hand gripping her side while the other stayed tangled in her hair. I removed my hand from her back and smacked her perfectly, plump, sweaty ass. She yelped, rocking her hips into mine causing me to groan. Giving her ass a few more smacks, enough to pleasure her, I turned us over so that I was on top of her. My eyes danced across her sweaty body. I started pouring kisses onto her face and mumbling soft “I love you’s” as I continued to thrust into her faster.

  “Soda,” she moaned, “I can’t.”

  “Shh,” I whispered, holding back a string of curse words, feeling her walls tighten around me, “you can do it baby. Come on.”

   I slammed into her repeatedly; removing my cock all the way at the tip and then slamming back into her. Her eyes rolled back as her hips arched. I could feel myself getting closer to my climax as I watched her, feeling her dripping cunt swallow me over and over again.

  “Cum one more time for me,” I cooed, “I know you’ve got it in you.”

 Anni couldn’t form any more words, all she could do was nod her head and let me coax her with my sweet words. Soon her body spasmed again and her legs shook harshly. Her screams rippled through the air, but I didn’t bother covering her mouth to hide them. I didn’t care if people heard and I didn’t care if that caused people to come over to see what was happening; all I wanted was to be focused on Anni.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” I croaked.

  My thrust becoming sloppier, I watched her body go limp as pools of sweat collected on her chest. I thrusted into her three more times before spilling my cum into her fleshy, pink walls. Coating every inch.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, “oh my God, fuck!”

  I stopped moving, unable to ride out my high for too long. Anni was panting hard. I pulled myself out of her and brought her to my chest. Rubbing soft circles onto her bruised back as she gasped for air.

  “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

   When Anni finally did catch her breath, she rested her head against my bare, sweaty chest. A tired smile appeared on my face as I watched her look up at me.

  “My baby did so well,” I praised again.

  We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Her glistening skin glowed in the moonlight, the cool air chapping her dry lips making her lick them repeatedly, her breast heaving up and down as she took in large amounts of air. Her black hair was not sweaty and clinging to her beautiful face. I reached my hand down and stroked the bruise on her cheek.

  “I love you, Anni,” I whispered, “so fuckin’ much. You’ll never be replaceable to me. I only want you.”

  Anni chuckled and closed her eyes, she was definitely sleepy.

  “I’ll hold you to that, Soda. If you love me, maybe I can let myself love you too. It may take a while but I’ll do it for you.”

  Grabbing the blanket that Darry normally kept inside his truck, I draped it over us and sighed. She buried her head into my chest and let her heavy eyes close. The sound of my heart lulling her to sleep.

  “No matter how long it takes,” I said, “I’ll wait for you. I’ll help you love again because you deserve it. That and the world.”

   The sudden realization of Darry coming out in the morning to see us asleep, naked in his car with the lingering smell of sex, hit me. A low chuckle escaped from my lips. I knew I was gonna hear it in the morning, but right now, I didn’t care. It felt like it was just Anni and I, all alone. That’s what I wanted.

#sodapop curtis smut #sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop curtis #the outsiders #outsiders smut #sodapop imagine #sodapop smut #sodapop x reader #imagines #smut #fluff #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop fanfiction #the outsiders fanfiction #sodapop patrick curtis

[donkey-hyuck]

[2:17 a.m.] e2l bc it’s the loml so is jeno but shh, hs!au

*T/W: mentions of blood and wounds*

~ it was procrastination at its finest. you were sitting on your bed, notebook, calculator, and pencil sprawled out on the sheets. god you hated doing calculus homework. deciding to take a break, you get out of your bed and stretch out the limbs that had been aching since about midnight when you started doing homework.

it was quite rainy and gloomy outside and it was the best time you knew you would focus. you worked better under pressure anyway, right? cracking all the joints you could, you’re interrupted by a tap at your window. looking back at the digital clock on the side table with wide eyes, the next knock gets louder. soon, there was a bang on your window and you scurried to open it before your parents were to wake up and ask what was going on. but you genuinely would not have an answer for them.

peering through the curtain of the window, you see lee jeno. one of the smartest people at your school who, irritatingly so, is the schools ‘bad boy,’ as cringey and lame as that sounds—people have reputations, you guessed. and his reputation was having the brains— albeit maybe not the most street smart considering the current predicament— as well as the looks.

jeno had been your number one competitor throughout all of your years attending the same schools. unfortunately, you both had attended the same elementary, middle, and high school. and it was annoying to always have him as the top competitor along with you. from the third grade spelling bee up to that moment, he was always right behind— sometimes it was you who was behind but it hurts your pride to say so.

however all of that academic shit didn’t matter now, because he was standing outside your window with his entire body drenched with rain water, and nasty cuts and bruises that aligned his face, neck, and knuckles.

surprisingly concerned, you find yourself opening your window and asking what the hell was going on.

“what the fuck? i know damn well lee jeno is not standing outside my window beat up with wounds in the rain,” you scold him. he still has that irking smirk on his face as he sarcastically says, “nice to see you too, y/n. are you gonna let me in or let me bleed outside in your yard?” he looks back, almost frantically, before you open the window wider. you seem to let him in though water is dripping down every inch of his body.

“take off your shoes and jacket.” he does so, tossing his socks on a spare chair in your room. “what the hell are you even doing here? how did you end up like this? and how did you end up at my house?” the questions kept coming and he let them keep coming.

“gee thanks for caring,” he rolls his eyes which makes you scoff. “you’re not answering my goddamn questions.” his face falls for a bit, hesitating to answer. now you know why.

“forget it,” you sighed, “go shower in my bathroom. i’ll try and see if i have any clothes for you.” he pauses, but walks his way toward the door. “wrong door,” you say. he apologizes under his breath and walks into the actual bathroom rather than your closet.

luckily for him, you had a new pair of boxers still in the pack (because they don’t make boxers for women and the men’s clothes are so much comfier and cheaper), a large sweater, and some huge sweatpants in the deep dive of your drawers. setting the clothes and towel on the chair where his wet socks lie, you take the socks and the sweater he was previously wearing and take them to the main bathroom to dry in the dryer for the time being.

to give him some more time to shower, you sit in the kitchen and make yourself (and him) a little snack. however all your actions are paused when you hear a door open and footsteps walking towards the kitchen. it was your dad.

“y/n, what are you doing up so late?” he asks rubbing his eyes and looking towards the food on the table. “uhh.. i was just hungry. i didn’t eat early, you know, and i wanted something simple to eat. i was hoping i was not going to wake you up. sorry dad.” he yawns and grabs a water bottle from the fridge. “it’s fine. go to sleep soon, though. you’re gonna be exhausted tomorrow.” he’s already at his bedroom door. “of course.”

whew. he did not suspect a single thing. though he was probably just too tired to comprehend why you were making so much food at 2 in the morning.

you walk back to your room in a hurry only to see jeno wrapped in the single towel. you hated to admit he had a nice body too. but none of that mattered when you realized he was more wounded than you had thought he was. if his face looked that bad, the wounds on his chest and torso area were much worse.

“get dressed!” you whisper-shouted at him. teasingly, he slowly went to unwrap the towel from his waist until you shouted, “in the fucking bathroom you dimwit.” he cheekily smiled and took the clothes to the bathroom and shut the door. at a time like this he’s still acting like a little kid, how much of an idiot was he?

when jeno came back, he was met with your figure holding a first aid kid and rummaging through it to find the necessities you needed to clean him up a bit.

“what’s that for?” a stupid question but he just looked passed it. “what do you think?” you snapped back and motioned him to follow you to the bathroom. pointing to the sink, he obliges and perches his butt on the white counter. his legs are spread apart and hesitatingly, you step in between them and take the cotton ball in your hands to put the alcohol on it. he scrunches his face because of the pain but it wasn’t nothing too harsh he couldn’t handle.

“so, you’re not gonna keep asking me what’s wrong?” he asks in a low voice almost startling you.

“why would i? you don’t like me and i don’t like you,” you scoff in his face. he scoffs back and says, “then why did you let me in, hm? why are you doing all this stuff for me?” the corners of his lips raise as you work your way down his face.

it’s silent for a moment before you push the new alcohol drenched cotton ball harder against his lip. “because i am a decent human being.” he whines a bit louder than before which tells you to let go. “plus you wouldn’t stop knocking and my parents would have woken up and found out,” you retaliate.

the next few minutes are spent in silence as you clean his face. the thoughts running through your mind are unbearable as you notice the fire-y look jeno has on your features. you’re so much more beautiful up close, it was a shame you two were rivals. however jeno’s thoughts are bubbled with ‘you two don’t have to be rivals any longer~’ and ‘fuck, they’re so pretty.’

“i’m done with your face. give me your hands, i need to put ointment on them and bandage them up.” for some reason he listens and gives you his knuckles. his hands are so much more calloused than you thought, yet at the same time they were so soft as you held them against yours.

wrapping the white bandage across his knuckles, you say to him, “take of the sweater.” his eyebrows raise for a moment in interest until he realizes that he himself got a few bad kicks by his ribs. after the shower, his wounds seemed to be a lot more fresh than before.

“where were your friends?” you tauntingly said. “they seem to always be by your side yet they are not tonight. why’s that?” his nose flared a little as he sucked his teeth. you loved ticking him off.

“well, princess, we were all in a rush.” it made you laugh. “we were caught up with… a gang.” what he said made you laugh even more.

“a gang? c’mon now jeno lee. i know you like literature but this isn’t the outsiders. greasers and all,” you said in a singsongy voice.

but the atmosphere got a lot more tense after he said, “i don’t like you and you don’t like me. so stop tryna get into my business when you clearly don’t care.” the fucker used your words against you. looking at him with shocked eyes he held contact and stated, “then why are you here?”

“because you’re a decent human being. we may not like each other but i know you care.” dammit, he got you there. and with no other words to say, you shit your mouth and continue to care for the cuts and bruises on his torso.

“done,” you quietly muttered as you moved back to let him jump off the counter and put on the sweater. “thanks.” no one speaks a word for a moment. but in a swift move, jeno gently cups your chin in his fingers for you to look up at him.

“i’m sorry.”

“i am too.”

#nct #nct dream #nct jeno #nct lee jeno #nct dream jeno #lee jeno #jeno scenarios #jeno angst #jeno x reader #jeno blurbs #jeno drabbles #jeno fluff #bc i love this trope and i cant seem to get out of this side of tiktok :(

[plush-rabbit]

I Want To Hear You Say It

Chapter 7: Chasing After Him

Warnings: Death, Fighting

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: I wish the thoughts in my head would just telepathically flow into the computer,,, i wanna mind meld

Prev.

Your back meets the brick walls, your clothes snagging along the grooves. Your umbrella falls beside you, the rain soaking you and leaving your hair sticking to your face. The streets are empty, left alone due to the sudden rain. There is no one coming to your rescue and even if the heroes were strolling, they don’t patrol anywhere close to where you are at this moment. Your chest aches, growing hot with each passing second.

Your mouth opens, a scream stuck in your throat until the hand that closes around your neck grows cold, something harsh pressing against your skin. “You’re going to give me all the money in your pocket, right now.” The man in front of you is stocky, muscle hidden underneath tight clothing, a dull orange hat that covers their face, and pale skin that is painted red at the cheeks. “Not a fucking word, do you understand?” A hand is raised, ice forming sharpened cones at his fingertips. “Hurry up,” he commands.

You’ve been fortunate to have never been mugged- or at least fortunate rough till now. Your blood runs cold and whether that is due to the terror that courses through your body or because of the man’s quirk you’re unsure. You take a choked breath of air, high pitched and something that makes your stomach turn when the hand squeezes painfully at your throat. There is no one around to save you. You really thought that if you were in this situation that you could fight back, but you’re unable to. Fear has taken over, your instincts choosing to stay still as the man threatens you in a low voice. The rain stings at your skin, your eyes blinking rapidly to rid them of rain and you shiver. Perhaps you just have bad luck with alleyways. But then again, an alleyway did lead you to Tomura. Your leg twitches at the thought of him. You wonder where he is now. It’s been at least a few days since you’ve last seen him. Or at least physically, he’s made quite the name for himself so he’s been in the public eye.

“I-” you swallow nervously and can feel his palm press against the front of your throat- “I’m going to reach for my wallet,” you whisper. You keep your eyes on him and subtly try to move your foot looking for your discarded umbrella. Your hand lowers to your side, reaching for you money, and the rain has started to let up, humidity replacing the cold water.

You aren’t a fighter. You wish you were. You wish your instincts would kick in or that a hero would wander by. But no one does, it’s only you and your attacker. Your teeth clench, your molars digging into each other and making your jaw sore. Your body tenses as your foot nudges against his, and when he doesn’t react, his eyes digging into yours, your jaw releases.

“Please, let me go,” you whisper, your hand cupping at your pocket. “I promise not to go to the authorities.” You flinch when he pushes you by the throat, pushing you further into the wall.

You nod to yourself and raise your leg, the sole of your shoe pressed against the brick wall. With your eyes on his, your leg jets out, knocking against this shin. He doubles over, cursing loudly and when he raises his head, his eyes wild, you take the opportunity to swing your fist into the attacker’s face. You let out a sharp whine when ice pricks against his face, cutting your knuckles and staining his ice with blood splattered against it. You hold your hand close and when the man steps back, clutching at his nose, you run.

-

Your legs burn, pleading for you to stop and rest. With every step, it is a slap of concrete that echoes against your feet. You run, never looking behind you or stopping to find someone- your only goal is to reach your home, to lock the doors behind you and hide under the covers. You could care less what else awaits you on your journey, as long as you’re home.

Every step up the stairs sends a jolt of pain to your joints, and you try to shakily grab your keys from your pocket, nearly dropping them between the steps and cursing at yourself. When you reach your door, your hands shake, struggling to even fit the key into the keyhole. You rush in, slamming the door and put the locks into place. You take deep breaths, opening and closing your hand slowly, desperate to calm yourself down. Your body is high on adrenaline, your foot is sore from where you kicked him and your hand finally registering the pain as you open and stretch the cuts.

“You’re late. What kept you?” You jolt, and turn around, your eyes full of fear. Your back slams against the door and you hold your hold to your chest, cradling the injured one with the other. “What happened to you?” Tomura frowns, his hand cupped as he places his hand to his mouth, eating whatever was in it. His eyes glance to where your hand is held, and you watch as they narrow, still focused on your hand as he walks towards you. “What’s in your hand?” You shake your head, your eyes filling with tears as he comes close to you. “Let me see.” He grabs your hand and before he can say anything you pull him close to you, crying into his chest.

“It was awful,” you cry. His hand nervously comes to pat against your chest, a tense moment before he lets his arms wrap around you, while a hand cradles the back of his head. “I was just walking and some guy mugged me-” you fail to notice how his hands tighten, clenching at your shirt and hair- “and- and I lost my umbrella and- Tomura, it was- I hated it.” You keep him close, sobbing into him, not wanting to be left alone. “I only got away because I kicked him but when I punched him, his quirk cut me and my hand hurts,” you bawl, words spilling out of your mouth without proper thought.

He grabs you from your shoulders, pushing you away from him and your hands clutch at your erratic heart, your breaths too ragged and uneven to let you calm down. Your eyes stay fixated on his chest, too blurry to even look away from him. Your voice spills over, words too quick for you to even register as proper sentences. His hands are the only thing steady on you, keeping you from falling apart.

“Slowly,” he tells you, his hands squeezing your shoulders. “Talk slowly.” He looks around, his lips pursed for a minute, before he pulls you on the ground, to sit on the floor with him, your hands held in his. “Just look at me and start talking.”

You nodded, and you take deep breaths that make your chest race. You explain to him slowly, trying to fit as many details as you can without retracting your statement. You pull a hand away, feeling it grow clammy around his. You rub your thumb against the side of your index finger as you recount the story.

At the end of it, he rises from the floor, leaving you sitting there with your legs crisscrossed and hand still in the air from where he let go. His hand reaches out to the table, grabbing his hand and placing it on his face, his face hidden from view and you reach towards him, collapsing on the floor as you grab the end of his pant leg.

“Don’t leave me,” you say with a dry mouth, staring at the laces of his shoes that are coated in a thin layer of dust. “Please,” you whimper and in the same breath, he pulls away from you, leaving you on the ground, on your hands and knees, over the spot where he occupied. You can only bite your lip when you hear the door slam.

-

It doesn’t take Tomura long to find the person you described. Orange hat. Stocky. Pale skin. It all checks out. The man is sat, pressed against a wall with their legs bent, in the pale lighting that the moon has to offer, he can see various things shine. His spoils from his robberies no doubt. The streets are quiet, only a few cars passing by and illuminating him, his shadow stretches across the alleyway and it causes the man to jump; to rise on his feet, a wet splat as his shoes hit the cement, and take on a fighting stance. But Tomura is quicker, hiding beside a garbage can, his eyes focused on the side, his breath quiet as he tries to hear for any movement.

“Who’s there?” The man calls out in a gruff voice. “I’m warning you, don’t fuck with me tonight!” His voice is strained, hoarse and almost painful sounding but it still carries over the threat well to any civilian who would be unfortunate enough to cross paths with him. But to him, he only sounds pathetic with how threatening he is trying to be.

If it were any other day, he’s sure that he would have ignored him, maybe he would have killed him if he were to get in the way of him and his comrades, but it isn’t any other day. It’s the day he chose to mug you and leave you with bloody knuckles. His chest tightens at the thought of you- seeing how you winced and how tears welled in your eyes.

Tomura removes a glove carefully, not daring to let it fall into his palm. He’s quick to stand tall as he stalks towards the man who turns quickly to see him. The man raises a hand, and even in the minimal lighting, he can see ice glint against their knuckles. A part of him wants to draw it out, to let the man suffer but he also needs to think of you. He needs to rid the world of the one thing that hurt you.

The man speeds up their pace, raising their fist high and throwing it down at an impressive speed, only to completely miss. Tomura ducks, slamming his fist into the man’s stomach, earning a sharp grunt in return. A fist slams into his back and he grits his teeth, his molars aching as they dig into each other. Tomura closes his fist, nails embedding themselves into his palm and he strikes, a heavy punch giving to the throat. A wet cough is echoed into the alleyway, yellow lights from a car’s headlights illuminate the both of them. Tomura swiftly takes steps back to watch as the man doubles over and holds their throat, taking in wheezing, wet breaths. Tomura rushes, slamming the end of his fist into the man’s head, watching as he collapses onto the floor. He stands over him, lifting his foot as the man turns around, blood dripping from the corner of their mouth. Even though it was a short fight, Tomura takes deep breaths, sweat forming at the base of his neck. Adrenaline courses through him, his mind blurry and full of nausea, he raises his foot and stomps against the man’s neck, his teeth showing through his smile as the man chokes, his hands clawing at the pavement leaving his nails splintered.

In a swift moment, Tomura sits above the man, his weight over the nameless man’s chest, and he raises his fist, slamming it down before the man can even recover from a stomp to the neck. He’s left gasping for air, wheezing and spitting thin blood out. A layer of frost forms over the man’s face but it’s quickly extinguished when Tomura slams his fist down, a loud crack making the man give out a pained cry. Blood oozes from his nose, spilling into the man’s open mouth, staining his teeth red.

“What-” the man lets out a hacking cough- “What the fuck did I do to you?” His eyes are beginning to swell, his hand tense and desperately trying to push against Tomura’s chest. “I can give you money-” he coughs and bloodied spit covers the back of Father’s hand.

Through the hand, Tomura narrows his eyes, hatred seeping into him and rotting his very core. He takes harsh breaths and the beating has left the man below him unable to even fight back; the only thing he is able to produce is frost that covers his throat. The bruising is a deep red, with small hints of purple and a faint orange that tinge the outer lines. Beneath the hand, Tomura opens his mouth to explain, but he is unable to. He stares at the beaten man with bloodied teeth who looks up at him with horror and tears in his eyes and simply raises his fist once more only to slam it back down, a sickening crack echoes in his ears.

“People like you shouldn’t be allowed to live,” Tomura says coldly, looking down at the man with a raised palm. “You should consider yourself lucky that I’m putting you out of your misery.” A car’s headlight flashes past and partially illuminates both men in a yellow glow, catching the moment where Tomura’s hand lands on the man’s neck.

-

He stops at your apartment complex, a sickening twist in his stomach as he realizes what his appearance will look like to you. You may be naïve, but you aren’t dumb. You’ll understand what happened if he were to walk in. His tongue laps at his lips, and he turns around, walking through the back of the apartment, his eyes lighting up as he finds a facet extending the back of the building. The metal is warm and sticks to his hand as he grips it painfully, twisting the hardened handle. Water splashes at his shoes, and he rushes to place his hand under the water, stiffening at the cold water.

Father is laid on the ground, and with fisted hands, he removes his hoodie, frowning at the specks of blood that have seeped into it. His pinkies are extended, and he wonders if you'd even see it. Would you be looking for blood on him if he were to arrive? Would you simply think that he got rid of the danger with just a touch of his hand? Would you even think he went out to find the scum that hurt you? He frowns, holding the fabric close to him. He looks around into the quiet night, and quickly makes a break to your apartment, rushing through the steps and knocking rapidly against your door with his knuckles.

You answer quickly, opening the door with wide eyes and without hesitation, you pull him inside by the wrist. The door is locked behind him, and when he turns to you, he expects a lecture- of what, he isn’t sure, but he’s aware that you’re upset at him for leaving you, especially when you had asked that he stayed.

He walks further into your home and he can hear your footsteps behind him, trailing and watching wherever he goes. He stops near a side table, removing Father and placing him near a picture frame of you and what he can assume are your friends. His lips curl at the image.

“Listen-” he starts, turning around to face you, but he isn’t given a chance to finish his sentence when you come towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You can’t leave like that and just-” you take ragged breaths and he’s careful to not touch you, letting the heel of his hand pat against your back. You tense, and pull away, with a frown. “Your hands are cold.”

“Yeah, well, the faucet outside isn’t exactly warm.” He leans down and gently knocks his forehead against yours. “I need to put my gloves on,” he comments, shrugging his shoulder to gesture at the hoodie that lays haphazardly over his shoulder.

You nod eagerly, grabbing his hoodie and reaching inside the pockets. He doesn’t miss how you let your eyes linger against a speck of blood that dots against the lining of the collar. Two gloves are pulled out, held gingerly in your hand and you nod your head, making a giving motion with your hand. At arm’s length, he extends his hand outwards, letting his knuckles appear to you in all their glory- cut, dried blood that sticks around the edge, and bruised.

You frown. They’re rinsed clean, but red still blooms around, bright against his pale skin and soft with how human he is. You hold his hand carefully, feeling the touch of his fingertips ghost over you in a fashion similar to that of a feather. You hold his hand, walking through your apartment until you reach the bathroom. The light is a bright white, the mirror speckled with drops of water against it. He stands there, watching as you grab a jar of petroleum jelly. It’s thick, washing over his cuts in a way that makes him grit his teeth. It’s almost too reminiscent of the way that you first met him and he wonders if you realize that as well. You carefully wrap a bandage around his knuckles, your tongue sticking out between your lips as you try your best to maintain the mobility of his hand. You hold your hand in his and he can still see your cuts, staining your skin as some horrible blot that bled all over you.

With eyes that follow your every movement, he watches as you bend over, your lips ghost over the freshly bandaged hand. He can feel a slight press of it, his fingers twitching at the feeling of it. When you lift, he turns your hand over, making it the center of attention. He holds your hand tenderly, letting the roughness of his fingertips press against your palm. You both hold similar wounds, but where yours are those of a victim, a frightened person held, whereas his is caused by malice, hatred seeping inside of him, rotting his core and making him bitter. And yet, there’s you, a sweet thing, honey colored and bright as the sun itself- you hold him and let him hold you. You tend to him, caring for him as if he had just fallen, and not beaten a man for you. He wonders how you see him; if you see him as a rotten being, forcing you into a relationship, corrupting your hands with his that were splattered with blood. When he looks up at you, he wonders if you even want his touch, if you only touch him because you fear that he will turn his anger towards you.

He wants to hold your hand without a glove. He looks up at you, your gaze stuck on where he holds you hand. “I wish I had a healer for you,” he murmurs, a thumb brushing at the edge of one of your cuts.

“Where did you- What did you do?” You ask in a small voice, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip.

Tomura smiles at you, his hands lifting outwards to you. Father lays on the countertop, witnessing as Tomura can only sigh lovingly at you. “I had to take care of some business.” It’s a simple answer, one that answers everything and nothing all the same. But, it’s the answer that you need; it’s the only answer that will ever truly satisfy you and let you live in a world of bliss.

-

You want to be safe. His hands are outstretched towards you- they are covered in gloves that only wrap around his last two digits and half of his hand. You look at his hands, your heart pounding in your ears and then you look up at him. He has a soft face, a subtle smile and eyes that push upwards with the little fat in his cheeks. You are safe. At least, with him you are. You nod to yourself, your hand slowly reaching upwards, your gaze on it and for a moment you are disconnected, simply watching as your hand fits into his. You are pulled to his chest, reconnected back with your body and mind, the stale scent of alcohol bitter in your nose but it’s proof that whatever it is, it’s real. His arms encase you in a hug that is a bit too tight and too reminiscent of all the things that have gone wrong and right in the past few days. Tears sting in your eyes, burning and threatening to overflow but you blink harshly, your hands clawing against the faded black hoodie that he wears. You simply want to be beside him. You don't want to cry. Well, you do, but it isn’t the way that you normally do. It isn’t an anguish cry that you want, but rather one of relief. He’s kept his word, he’s protected you.

There’s a tight feeling in your chest, something that twists around your heart and lungs, making it impossible to breathe, impossible to feel as if you are in your own skin. The tears in your eyes are blinked away, the only tell that you were going to cry is your slightly runny nose. You try not to let out an audible sniffle, but it happens either way. His arms tighten around you, and his hands press onto your back a bit harder, pulling you closer against him and you can’t help but shimmy away from him. He gives you an almost sad look in response, but nevertheless, he allows you to move away.

“Um-” your hand rises and scratches behind your earlobe- “are you hungry?” He perks up at your question, a twitch in his legs and his hand jolts, fingers dancing at his side. “I have some leftover chicken katsu if you’re interested?” Truth be told, you want him to spend the night with you, but something stops you from saying that. You're sure that he would have no problem agreeing to that and would be ecstatic to hear you be the one to propose that, but you still feel as if it's too soon. “Only if you want. It’s just like a thanks for, you know, helping me.”

He walks close to you, his hand lifting and brushing against your jaw in a touch that is too light to be his, too innocent for him and much too intimate for you. Your eyes are on his lips, dry and cracked, with little bits a bright red. He’s moving much too slow for your liking, leaning his head down with a sort of jittery motion that makes your stomach begin to hurt. His hands lift your head, a press of his thumb under your chin as he drags you along and you can smell his breath as it fans across your lips. This isn’t right, but it feels like it is. It feels like you have to tell him that it is. You aren’t even sure if you want the kiss or not. Or maybe that’s not even what he’s going for. You wonder if he’s had his first kiss before. Probably not and that thought makes your heart skip a beat, something light in your chest that makes it all the more difficult to breathe. Your own lips are dry, caked with tears and stuck together. Your tongue peeks between your lips, and the tip of your tongue meets his lips, and you take in a shaky breath, pulling away from him, your gaze torn from him and fixated on the floor beneath you.

Whatever spell you were under is broken, and you can’t bear to see the face he has on now. Will he be upset that you pulled away once more? Even after you promised- or at least alluded to that you would be in a relationship with him? Would he be understanding? Would he understand that you as you are right now are in a flurry of emotions that makes it hard to even think? Would he be sad? Disappointed that the moment wasn’t quite right? That he couldn’t share his first kiss with you? There’s a strange thought in your head, one where his first kiss is taken by someone who isn’t you and it makes you sick with acid on your tongue.

“I’d like some of that chicken katsu, actually.” Even with such a simple sentence, he has your attention. His hand curved around his neck, pulling at the skin and the hand that was placed on the side table is now back to covering his face.

“Tomura, I,” you drift off, saddened to see that his hand is back on but you don’t know what else to say to rectify this situation. You shift under his gaze, wishing that you could go back in time and accept his kiss. You nod your head. “Of course,” you mutter.

“Do you by any chance have some ginger ale?” He takes a step closer to you, and his request has you smiling. You aren’t sure why, but the thought of a villain asking for ginger ale makes you smile.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’ll get you some.” You stare at him for a second longer and with the thought of him rejecting you or you losing him, you walk towards him, your hand grabbing his. He tenses under your touch, his hand flexing open in a way that makes you smile. You bring his knuckle under your lips, kissing it tenderly but instead of pulling away, you let his rest there for another moment. You like the way that his hand feels in yours, how it feels under your lips. You let go of his hand and it stays still in the air. With a smile, you release a breath of air that you had been holding onto. “You can sit down, I’ll go get you when it’s ready, okay?” You smile at him, turning around on your heel as you make your way towards the kitchen.

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Aww, thanks mate. I really appreciate it! Let’s get on with the writing, shall we?

It was a known fact that Schlatt was not the nicest of people. The ram constantly pissed people off, made rules that made the others spiteful, and, to put it simply, enraged his subjects. And, boy, did they love to voice it. Quackity groaned loudly, slamming his face into the desk of papers he had. The worst part? It didn’t even hurt. The paperwork stacks were big enough that his face never made contact with the table. The vice president’s wings flapped slightly in their work binds. “Why is there so fucking much?!?”

Tubbo sighed, ears flicking downwards even more, scuffing his hoof on the floor dejectedly. “I dunno, man. Is this just the same letter, mailed like 17 different times?” A tired puff of air escaped his mouth as he glared tiredly at a veritable pile of angrily sign letters, each with the same to and from. The duo’s tempers were building to a breaking point. Tubbo ground his hoof into the unpolished floors as he grit his teeth. “Shouldn’t Schlatt be here to at least see what they are saying? He really doesn’t understand his people…”

Quackity scoffed at the goat hybrid’s words, hands itching to yank the old, musty books from the presidents that had preceded the fool that currently controlled the country. The duck pulled off his work restraints that he wore, unloosening the leather straps and letting them fall on the floor. “I’m done with this shit. It’s time to make him pay.” Tubbo shied away from the idea. “I don’t think that’s a good idea...he might kill us if we do anything bad to him.” The other turned around, eyes gleaming with the man’s old playfulness. “Nah, we’ll do something bad that he can’t prove. Something so devious, that stupid grass-grazer wouldn’t see it coming.” He rubbed his hands together, chuckling like a madman while ignoring the protest of the other herbivore in the room. “Hey, I’m also a-” “Tubbo.”

The smaller of the two stepped back into a small pile of letters, nervousness spiking at the change of tone. “I- uh, sorry?” Quackity clapped his hands together. “We strike at dawn.” Sighing with relief, Tubbo nodded, ears flopping slightly as he did so. He headbutted the other carefully, tail wagging when the other pat his head a little. “You really don’t give a fuck what Schlatt says about your butting tendencies, do ya?” Tubbo giggled, a light, reedy sound that echoed slightly in the absence of the person who usually occupied the place. “Yeah, nah. I don’t think Schlatt cares about me enough to worry about that.”

Quackity wanted to say otherwise, eyes glancing to his desks and back to the minor. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words refused to come out, jamming and freezing up right before he could say anything. Shutting his mouth so he didn’t look like a fool, the gambler watched as the land-dwelling hybrid sorted through some of the piles with careful hands. A sense of warmth and fondness grew in his heart before he could put it out. He shook his head vigorously at the thought. ‘No, I can’t bond with him. A gambler never shows his cards.’

Another voice in his head disagreed with his words, slamming their cards down on the table. “Well, are we a gambler right now, or are we a vice president? It's a change, Quackity. You need to understand. Tubbo loves you. Are you going to love him back, or make him sad?’ One of his hands came to rub at his temple. ‘Damn, I didn’t think that taking such a random spot in the cabinet would make me have to change so many of my habits.’ Ironically enough, Tubbo piped up at that very moment.

“Hey, as the vice president of the whole of the country, I think you could answer a few of these ourselves!”” His ears perked up in excitement, his little puffy tail wagging behind him as he sorted out some of the lesser complaints and twirled a fountain pen in between his fingers. Sitting down on one of the couches, his eyes scanned over one of the letters, wincing at the harshness of the words on the weak parchment. The sound of the pen nib scratching against the back of the paper cut through the silence in the room adjoining the office. Wings flapped slightly as he moved. Sitting down carefully next to the younger, he crossed his legs over each other, eyes glancing at the squid ink on the paper.

After a while of silent writing, his voice, croaky from smoke and yelling and all that which is bad, escaped him. “Hey, you know, I never really got to tell you my plan.” A small, little breezy laugh from the other. His voice rang out, all sweet and flowery, like a bee that had just landed on a flower, yet sharp underneath, like the stinger nestled deep in the insect’s body. “Go on, tell me big man. I’d like to hear it.” Their voices intertwined as the rain poured outside, drumming melodically on the old shingles of the presidential house.

The calm never lasted long enough for anyone’s liking. The lights of the sun’s first rays slipped through the room, casting a dancing shimmer onto Tubbo and Quackity’s resting faces. The duck hybrid blinked himself awake, wincing at the light drilling into his eyes from the stained glass window. “Ugh..” Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he winced at the pop and crunch of his joints shifting. “Ouch. Bad sleeping positions can suck my dick.”

The duck hybrid craned his neck to look at the other sleeping figure, unsurprised at the sight of the much heavier sleeper still passed out on the couch where he was working last night. The boy looked so calm, his face a shade of yellow and gold from the morning light. Quackity couldn’t help but smile at him. The peaceful scene would be adorable in any place, in any setting.

But he knew that the peace wouldn’t stay for long. Once the day began, there would be lots of work to do. All of the papers that he and his ally had not finished would be a problem to solve, that was for sure. It didn’t help that Tubbo tried to make each letter he answered thoughtful and carefully worded, making it even longer to answer a single thing. All in all, if he didn’t try to finish it or try to hide the extra stuff that hadn’t been finished, the silence and calm that pervaded the room wouldn’t be around long enough to give the goat a good night’s sleep.

Walking over to the side of the room that Tubbo resided in, he poked him slightly, reluctant to wake the resting boy. “..Tubbo? You there, buddy?” No response from him. His chest rose and fell in a calming pattern, like the tides just barely kissing the beach. “Tubbo? Schlatt might be mad if he thinks we fell asleep on the job…” The boy’s ears twitched slightly. His eyes slowly opened a crack, just barely.  A yawn, then, loud and almost violent compared to the gentle, restful sleep he seemed to have been in. “Hmm.” His half-open eyes came to rest on Quackity, a small smile gracing his face. “Hello there. Wha’ did I miss?”

The slur in his voice only accentuated the cuteness behind his words. “Nothing much, just need you to be away before the ‘big boss’ shows up.” The duck added a little roll of his eyes and some air quotes to spice up his words, wings fluttering up and out in a show of agitation. A sleepy giggle got rid of any regrowing hostility towards the irritating president. “Is our plan still the same? No hurting him, right?” A quack and a sigh. “Fine, no hurting him. I hope your little plan is just as good as my original one, you tiny goat.” He shuffled towards the coffee machine in the corner of the room, cursing lightly when he bumped into the blunted edge of the table as he did so. Tubbo began to stretch out himself, muscles cramped from being on the couch for so long. “When d’you think he’s comin’ in?” He shrugged, holding out two coffee cups in his hands. “Who knows. The man’s got a schedule that could make even XD weep.”

The room filled with the scent of fresh brew, making Tubbo wrinkle his nose in slight distaste. He never quite liked the scent of coffee, but he refused to tell Quackity that. Moving back towards the table in front of Tubbo, the elder of the two placed down the two mugs, now full of the dark, deep brown liquid. “Want creamer or sugar or something, little bud? Didn’t put any in, just in case I fucked up your morning joe. Couldn’t have that, could we?” “No, we couldn’t, big man. Would be a mighty shame.” Tubbo put it to his lips anyways, wincing at the acrid taste that cursed his sensitive taste buds. And the burning sensation. That too. He put it down quickly, hissing slightly. “Owie.” Quackity chuckled, a twinge of concern lacing his laugh. “You good, Tubbo? That was some scalding stuff you just chugged. Might want to blow on that first.” The sound of a door creaking open made them both tense slightly. ‘Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo!’ supplied his mind, rather unhelpfully. ‘Here comes the sun!’ He couldn’t even trust his brain to play the right song. Classic Quackers.

The man of the hour walked into the room, scuffed and scratched hooves raking on the floor and producing a nasty noise as he walked. Not even bothering to hand his coat up, the man tossed it onto the floor, the unironed, probably unwashed jacket making the soft sound of fabric crumpling onto the wood as he went. “What’s up, fuckers?” A loud slam made Tubbo flinch significantly more, prompting the duck to instinctively shield him with his wing. “Hello, Schlatt.” Tubbo looked at the man through his friend’s wings, half in awe of how fast his tone changed and half in fear. It was obvious that the two of them hadn’t finished the work they were told they were to do yesterday. He pinned his ears back, already whimpering in fear.

A shit eating grin grew on the ram’s face at the sight of the room. “So, it seems you two idiots haven’t finished the work I gave you yesterday.” He walked more into the room, towering over the two seated people with a look of condescension clearly saturated on his face. “Looks like you two need a punishment.” Quackity’s face hardened. Tubbo’s face contorted into an expression of fear. “Just a little punishment…”

Quackity really, really wanted to slam his face into the desk again. “He gave us MORE paperwork?!? And then he left his office? AGAIN? UGH!” The secretary whined a little as well. “I mean, at the very least, he could have told us just to finish a little bit less...he kind of, uh, showed us an entire mountain of work he had been failing to work on for, like, a month!” Quackity trilled loudly in agreement, startling him into dropping the wad of papers he had in his hand. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Stand up to the Schlass!” Tubbo couldn’t help the resulting snort. “The Schlass?” “Yeah! Schlatt and ass together equals Schlass!” The boy couldn’t help but stare at him.

“...Yeah, okay, not the best name ever. But!” Quackity perked up, eyes still grealming with mischief. “We can still enact our plan tonight!” The goat hybrid’s tail wiggled happily behind him, a small puff of forest brown and mocha with extra cream making a blur where his pants met his shirt. “Yess!” Quackity’s sorting got a little faster, energy restored by the reaction he got from the younger. “All we have to do is wait…”

When Schlatt said that he was into bondage, he did not mean this. Not in the slightest. Schlatt struggled in the ropes, eyes a mix of confused and sleepy. The afternoon light was still visible through the slits in his presidential bedroom, so he presumed he hadn’t been kidnapped or been knocked out for more than a day or two. “What the fuck is going on?” The sound of a familiar gait made him simultaneously relax and tense up. “Quackity? Get me out of this shit, you fucking weak excuse of a vice president!” The duck hybrid stepped into his range of vision, face fitted with a look of indifference and condescension, something he was familiar with seeing in the mirror every morning. “You know, you’ve been rude to us all week. Actually, all month. Maybe even the last few months?” Schlatt had the nerve to look sheepish. “You didn’t like it? Then why didn’t you tell me-”

Quackity cut him off with a loud huff. “Why didn’t I tell you? I wonder why, dipshit!” He threw his hands up in the air, his silhouette at the door looking more menacing than the real deal. “Really, Schlatt! For someone who struts his stuff every four seconds, you really don’t know when we need you or when you need to stop acting!” His ears pulled back a little in his anger. And, all of a sudden, his anger vanished into something else. “But, Tubbo told me to use my anger for something else. Tubbo..” He trailed off, eyes unfocusing for a moment. “He helped center me a little more. And, yes, you’re an asshole, but all it takes to make you realize the problems we have is just a little nudge. And look!” Black eyes bored into nervous rectangular. “This is more than just a nudge at this point.” The ram tensed while he processed. Within a few seconds, he calmed down, relaxing a bit more. “So you’re not gonna stab me. Great. Is that all?”

He got an eyebrow raise for the effort. “Oh, that’s not all, buster. Since I didn’t want you to get off scot free, I decided Tubbo and I would be able to mess with you while you’re still down for the count!” With that, he moved closer to the man, tasering his sides roughly to get a quick reaction out of him. The ram bucked and laughed, eyes widening from the sudden jolts of tickling lighting arcing down his spine. “AHAHA! DUhuckie?!?” The sound of hoofsteps rapidly approached the door, slowing only to reveal a small, fluffy bed of hair peeking out to the side of the rectangle of light. “Can I help now? Or do you still want to finish your epic monologue?” Quackity nodded. “Yeah, let’s wreck this cocky bastard’s shit. You know, just a little punishment.” If Schlatt’s fur could pale, it would have.

“No, no, no..Let’s t-talk this out, here..” He shook his head vehemently at the two devious pairs of eyes closing in on him. A pair of hands gently scratched at his ribs, working their way down. They carefully rubbed between the bones, trying to be soft and gentle. The president burst into soft laughter, squirming in his bonds. “Does that tickle, Mr. President? I sure hope so!” Prime, Tubbo’s voice was just so cute. Schlatt didn’t have the heart to be mad at the sweet thing tickling him so kindly. On the other hand...where was Quackity? As if he was summoned by the very thought, the vice president latched onto his hips, kneading them quickly and frenetically. The sudden change made him arch his back with a loud (and rather girly) shriek. A small patch of red bloomed under his fur.

“Was that a shriek? Damn, Ram! Didn’t know you could go falsetto!” Tubbo seemed more impressed than teasy, little stars glimmering in his eyes and a small ‘o’ on his face. The tickling started up again, this time with both of them going a little slower so the ram didn’t just deflate from the sudden sensations. Schlatt decided that this was infinitely worse. The light, almost nonexistent sensations were near unbearable to him. “Cuhuhuhut ihihit ohohut!” The smaller herbivore was quick to answer him. “Cut what out? If you want, I can go faster-”

“Nope! This is a punishment, not a chill session!...Is that what you kids call one of these?” The goat shook his head no.

“Well, fuck. I need a return on that stupid book.” The banter that was occuring was making his ears burn.

“Juhuhust shuhuh-hut thehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Quackity didn’t like that. Another round to his hips made him cackle and buck. “You really should shut your mouth for once, Rammy. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten yourself into so much trouble with us in the first place.” He trilled quietly into his ear, breath ghosting on it just enough for it to tickle. Tubbo giggled again, tail wagging with the knowledge (read:interrogation benefits) from one of his cabinet members fresh in his head. “Hey Quackity? According to the nice deer man, Mr. President here has ticklish hooves! He also, uh, can’t stand the light stuff.”

The ram’s eyes bugged out, hot blood rushing to his face. “W-where- what? How? You fucker, who did you bribe-” “No bribes! Just some really, really good convincing~” Quackity purred, feathers ruffling with a sense of pride and a hint of mischief. “Really, really good…” Schlatt shook his head, muttering little ‘no’s under his breath. “Dohohon’t yohohou fuhuhucking dahahare.” Flicking his ears back to ignore the little coos that came from the duck, he focused on Tubbo, eyes pleading for help silently. Tubbo pinned his ears in empathy, but he didn’t move to help him. Instead, the boy pulled out a small, pitch black feather, healthy sheen obvious in the doorway’s light. Positioning himself at the struggling president’s hooves, he made a thumb’s up gesture, avoiding the slightly heated glare of the elder herbivore.

“Sorry, sir. I have to help the one who’s in charge right now.” Feathers puffed up even more, making the duck hybrid look more fluffy and pettable by the second (not that the ram would pet him after this shit. No way). “That’s right, bitch. I’m in charge right now. And I say that we get revenge on this little shit right here.” Quackity took the man’s other ankle into his clutches, placing his finger directly on the squishy, sensitive part of his hoof. It trembled underneath his touch, a small whimper escaping the ram at the extra warmth of anticipation flooded his system.

“Dohon’t fuhucking tehease….”

“Or what, big guy? Kill me? Fire me? You don’t have the balls.”

The finger slowly wiggled its way down his hoof, the owner delighting in the giggles and squirming that it caused. “And, besides, you like this, don’tcha?” He glanced at the man’s tail, the little puff wiggling where it was on the pillows. “I can see your tail, Rammy.” Schlatt turned away from them, trying in vain to shield his red face from view. “S-shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Tubbo decided to join in on the fun, dragging the feather over the outer parts of his hooves. The resulting flinch and squeal was worth it.

Quackity took it slow, circling the smooth pad on the inside of the hoof and using his nails ever so slightly. It was absolute torture, but Schlatt lived for that type of stuff. His tail thumped violently against the bed as they teased him, giving away his feelings to the duo wrecking him.

“Aww, is Rammy liking this? That’s so cute…~”

“Quackity, his face is so pink! It’s cute!”

Ah, well. There goes his dignity. Another finger traced on his hoof, making his giggles hike up in pitch and volume. The ticklish feeling suffused throughout his whole body, arcing like electricity at his extremities. Nails scratched at his hoof, this time a little faster and aiming to make it as ticklish as physically possible. The feather on his other hoof began to swipe within the more sensitive inner areas. “AHA! IHAhaHA’M SAHAreheHEHEE! PleHEHeaSE!” “are you though?~” He nodded his head frantically through his laughter, tears pricking at his eyes. “MEHEHERCY!” Tubbo and Quackity exchanged a glance. “Think he’s had enough, Tubbo?” “Yeah, I think he has.” He relaxed his shoulders a little in relief. “For now.” Nevermind.

The tickling slowed down, rubbing away the sparking feeling left behind. His giggles subsided slowly as they cooed at him. Schlatt’s tail, however, never stopped wagging, beating the mattress in a steady beat. Quackity untied the knots slowly, smiling at the panting ram. “Had fun, Schlatt?” A glare, then. “Just get me down from here, vice.” “Yes, sir.” And if the deer cabinet member found himself in a sticky situation a very miffed president set up for him, no-one was the wiser. Except for his right-hand men, of course. Who would he be without them?

#Lee!schlatt #ler!quackity #ler!tubbo #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #my writing #tickle fic #i need to find the link for this tmrw morning #sfw tickling

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my only friend

kira yoshikage / reader ;

rating: mature, no 18+ content yet ; kira & reader are portrayed as 18 years old ; tension at the end of chapter

here is chapter 2! link to chapter 1. hope you guys enjoy this, i am falling back in love with writing this thing. cross posted to ao3.

here is a spotify playlist to go with this fic.

“you've been riding two wheelers all your life it's not like i'm asking to be your wife i wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say is this coming off in a cheesy way?”

The skies were covered in clouds, smoldering and dark, threatening to spill rain at any time. The air was chilly, causing goosebumps to line your arms and make the hairs on your neck stand up. Fall was just upon you, the summer months had passed within seconds it seemed. Not that you really cared-- autumn was beautiful, bringing colored trees and pretty sunsets. 

Your shoes scuffed against the concrete you sat upon, your fingers barely holding onto a lit cigarette. You really ought to quit-- but the high of nicotine was just too much to give up. The taste of tobacco on your tongue was all you tried to focus on, but it was hard. 

Hard when you sat outside of a dingy apartment, of a person you didn’t know, waiting for your companion to take their miserable life. 

This was normal. You’d go a few days on the road, staying at whichever place you could, before Yoshikage started to feel the urges, as he called them. He had said it once before to you, and it was something that you hadn’t been able to quite let go. 

“I just-- can’t help it,” His words were soft, and small. His hands were fidgeting in his lap, ghosting over the frayed edges of his baby blue sweater. “I can’t control myself when I get this way. It’s just that it’s in my nature to kill.” 

Kira’s eyes were hidden behind his blond bangs, deep and dark and full of sorrow. He couldn’t help that he was this way, despite the fact that he wanted to live a quiet life. He didn’t want to be a bother on others, but it seemed like he had just dug himself in a hole. 

Your mind jumped from that memory to another. The phone call. The one that changed your life drastically. 

3:31 AM flashed on your alarm clock. The landline was ringing, practically jumping off your bedside table. Who the hell would need to call you right now? All of Morioh should be asleep-- your hand reached for it, gently picking it up off the receiver and holding it to your ear. 

“Hello?” 

A shaky voice was on the other end. Distant and gravely-- barely speaking above a whisper. 

“D-Did I wake you up? I-I’m so sorry,” He sounded awful. Hiccups between every word, and you were positive he had been crying. “Yoshikage-- What happened? What’s going on?” 

Yoshikage Kira had never sounded like this. He sounded so broken-- like a glass vase shattered across a concrete floor. There was a small hiccup, and a breathy sigh on the other end. “I made-- I made a big mistake. I need your help.”��

A big mistake? What the hell did that mean? 

“Can you please meet me at Reimi Sugimoto’s house? You know where that is right?” He sounded even more desperate with each passing second. Yes, you did know where she lived-- it was on your walking path to and from school everyday. It should only take you about 5 minutes to get there, if you booked it. 

“Yes, yes, okay. I’ll be there soon. Whatever you do, don’t run away.” With those words being said, the line was cut off. Quickly, and being as quiet as possible, you got some pants and a sweatshirt on, stuffing a pillow under your blankets to make it seem like you were still sleeping. Thinking semi-clearly, you grabbed a backpack and put some extra clothes and your trusted pocket knife inside. 

Slinging the bag over your shoulders, you grabbed your keys from your desk and slipped out of your room. This wasn’t the first time you had snuck out, so you knew each creak and cranny in the wooden stairs leading to the main entrance of your house. As quickly as you could, you slipped out of the house without a sound. 

You quickly bolted to your car that was slightly down the street, thanking your past self for the distance. Your parents wouldn’t hear the car start, or you driving off to save your friend. Hopping in and starting the engine up, you quickly left in the direction of the Sugimoto residence.

Screams were faint in your ears. 

Deciding that another cigarette was inevitable, you quickly pulled it out of the pack and lit it. You could have waited in the car, but-- you didn’t want Yoshikage to get hurt. You wanted to be there for him until the very end, so there you sat, against the grimy brick wall, feeling all sorts of out of place. 

You let your mind drift again. 

Driving well over the speed limit, you made it there in less than 3 minutes. From the outside of the house, it didn’t look like much had happened. The lawn was normal, the house the same as when you had driven past yesterday. That was until you noticed him-- a figure, clad in a pale blue sweater, sitting on the front steps of the building. 

His hands, covered in his sleeves, were pressed firmly against his face. If it hadn’t been in the middle of the night, you would have been able to make out the bright red stains that coated his clothes. Quickly pulling the car to the side of the road, you got out without a second guess. 

Quickly rushing up to the boy, you stopped only feet away from him. 

“Yoshi… What-- What happened?” Blood. Blood on his sleeves-- his pants-- his hair. Fuck, his face was even coated in it. His hands dropped from his face, and he looked up at you with wide, cold-dead eyes. They were bright red and puffy, telling that he was sobbing his eyes out only moments previously. 

“I-- I made a mistake.” Kira’s voice was only a whisper. If you hadn’t been listening, you would have thought it to be the midnight wind. “What mistake?” You pressed, stepping closer to the seated boy. 

“I-- I,” Yoshikage stuttered, before tears lined his eyes. “I killed them.” He spoke so softly, before looking at his blood stained hands. “I killed them.” He stated, louder, looking up at you again. “I killed her parents. Her dog. And then-- her.” His voice was shaking, tears now freely flowing down his cheeks. “I don’t-- I don’t know what to do.” 

You stared at him in disbelief. He-- Yoshikage Kira, the boy that grew up with you, silent but friendly, playing with only you throughout elementary, hanging out with you during middle school and high school-- your best friend. He had killed someone. Not someone, multiple people. 

Fist shaking at your sides, chills running up your spine, sweat practically dripping from your temple. 

You had a choice to make. 

Leave him, let him get caught-- probably executed. Or--

“I’ll help you. Let’s go.” 

You’ve never seen Kira’s eyes light up like that before. Bright blue, even in the pale moonlight. They were so blue, you swore you could have gotten lost in them. That’s your favorite part of the memory, thinking back on the relief he must have felt. It sent warmth through your body, butterflies floating in your stomach. 

You knew, despite how much you question your own motives now and again, you wouldn’t be able to leave Kira. He’s been a staple in your life, much like you must have been to him. Why would he ask you for help if that wasn’t the case? 

The skies had grown dark as you were reminiscent, and your stomach growling had alerted you that it might not be a bad idea to get some food. Glancing at the door to the apartment, you briefly wondered if Yoshikage would even notice if you left. But, then again, he might be hungry too. You weighed your options, and decided it would be best to just ask him. 

Getting up to your feet, you flicked the butt of your cigarette over the railing of the complex. Your feet tingled with sleep, and your fists clenched as you stared at the awful wooden door. Your mind ran a million miles an hour, going through several thoughts about what he could possibly be doing behind that wretched piece of wood. 

Just as you were about to knock on the door, it opened. 

Kira stood there, eyes wide when he noticed you standing in front of him. He was absolutely drenched in blood-- his sweater was stained, khakis barely recognizable. His face and hair were also decently covered. His eyes quickly darted to his ruined chucks, and he spoke very softly. 

“I-- I’m done.” 

You let out a quick sigh of relief, and decided not to question him. “Well if that’s the case, how about we go get some food and find a place to clean you up?” Kira didn’t say anything, just nodded. With that, you both left the apartment complex. 

As the night went on, you both decided that getting some fast food and trying to find a laundromat was in order. You were rather thankful for the dark, as the person who took your measly ones at the burger joint didn’t even bat an eye at your companion’s appearance. 

Luckily, there was a laundromat just down the street. Pulling up and parking in the vacant lot, you both got out your burgers and ate in relative silence.

After downing your food in what felt like 3 bites, you looked over at your friend. He didn’t look like he was thinking about much-- his hands were steady, eyes somewhat glossed over from the food, and completely ignoring the fact that he was still very much covered in blood. 

“Do you feel better?” The words felt almost foreign on your tongue, despite feeling like you asked him this every single time. Kira looked over at you, swallowing the bite he was chewing before responding. “Yeah. I do,” He rolled up the remaining half of his sandwich in the wrapper, putting it back in the bag. “But I would like to clean up my clothes.” 

You snorted, grabbing your drink from the console and taking a few gulps. “I’m sure you would. It looks like it’s fairly empty in there, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.” You glanced at the clock in your car, and the bright red numbers informed you that it was well past midnight at this point. Kira must have noticed it too, and he began to get out of the vehicle. 

Doing the same, you pulled the bag of quarters you keep in the console out and stuffed them in your pocket. You followed Yoshikage inside, quickly turning and locking your car before entering the building. 

The place was very much run down-- old washing machines lined the dirty walls. Neon lights glimmered from outside, casting weird shadows across the floor. Kira kept walking to the back of the building, deciding to use the machines that were farthest from the windows. You followed him absentmindedly, hoping up on one of the machines and pulling out your little sack of change. 

Yoshikage’s eyes glanced at your before they went down to his feet, and he quickly shrugged off his baby blue sweater. You swore that thing had been through its life cycle already-- ever since he got it at the beginning of high school, it seemed to be the only article of clothing he wore. He threw it into the washing machine next to you, his hands going back up to unbutton his undershirt. 

At that point, you found it hard not to stare. 

Yoshikage Kira may have been your best friend from preschool to now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t attractive. Bright blonde curls and icy blue eyes-- along with a jawline that could surely cut glass. 

The coins in your hand quickly became your second priority, as your eyes lingered on each inch of skin he revealed. This wasn’t even your first time seeing him semi-nude-- he sleeps in the same bed as you most nights. But this-- this was different. 

Soon enough his button up was shrugged off and tossed in the washer, and you quickly averted your eyes to the coins you held in your palm. You were playing a very dangerous game, and you weren’t sure what Kira would do if he caught you looking at him like a piece of meat. 

As you tried to count the quarters that were needed for the machine to run, you heard your companion’s shoes be kicked off. Then, the sound of a button and fly being undone made your cheeks heat up within seconds. Your mind was doing mental backflips, going back and forth between looking, and keeping your eyes down. 

From the corner of your eyes, you saw his soiled khakis drop around his ankles, and he carefully stepped out of them, throwing them in the machine. 

“Hey. I need a dollar and twenty-five cents to start it.” His words practically made you jump, and you held out your palm with the money he needed. Kira easily noticed how flustered you were, and let his fingers linger in yours while he took the coins. Soon enough, the machine roared to life, and you heard Kira take a seat next to you. 

Swallowing your pride, you decided it wasn’t worth avoiding his gaze, so you looked over at him. 

His skin was almost glowing in the awful lighting of the building, collar bones prominent and his muscles were exceptionally toned. You felt your eyes linger on his hips, almost tracing the V shape that dipped into his boxer briefs. As soon as you realized what you were doing, your eyes immediately went up to meet his own. 

They had grown dark, silver pools watching your every move. A small smirk had formed on his lips, and you almost had to bite your lip from making any sort of noise. 

Your mind screamed at you to look away. Stop staring at him and just look at literally anything else. 

But then, something else happened that made your world turn upside down. 

Did he fucking wink?

#Yoshikage Kira #Kira yoshikage #kira yoshikage x reader #yoshikage x reader #yoshikage kira x reader #kira x reader #chaptered fic #my only friend fic #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jojo imagine #jjba imagine #kira yoshikage imagine #yoshikage kira imagine #jjba part 4 #jojo part 4 #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jojo diamond is unbreakable #jjba diu #jojo diu #Diamond is Unbreakable

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Pt.2  to that one Maybank fic that I didn’t bother to title.

Part 1

The following days were normal, except you were lucky summer started and school wasn’t on your priority list anymore. You had asked your boss for more work hours but he already scheduled you for all the hours he could give you. Which meant either get a new hobby or hang out with your brothers friends.But, hanging out with the boys meant you had to hang with JJ, and after what you told him last, you didn’t think you could. Instead you tried to focus on the laundry at this very moment. One thing great to do during laundry was think, especially about the blond boy who had offered to be more than a one night stand with you and you said no, you stand by your decision. JJ was an irresponsible ass who just so happens to be the one guy that made your heart stop. You didn’t have time for this stupid boy drama. You saw the van from the guys drive up to the house, and the boys racing inside, like they just had an adrenaline rush. “What’s happened?” you ask as Kie was sharing around beers she had taken from the van. “You want one, Y/n?” She asked. You shake your head and hold up your glass of ice tea to show her. “Lamee.” Kie said, as she sat down on one of the chairs. JJ plopped down on the couch, knocking over the freshly folded clothes. “Dammit JJ!” you snapped. He gave you a smile, taking your glass and taking a sip from that. You glare at him. “What are you going to do about it, princess?” he said, putting down the glass. You playfully throw a towel at him. “Did you hear about the hurricane?” Pope asked you. You look up. “What?” you ask again. For someone who lived in a hurricane filled area, they scared the crap out of you. You look around the room at the others, John B already making comments about fishing tomorrow after the hurricane was over. You felt JJ put his hand on yours. “No worries, I’ll help lock the place up.” he said softly to be sure no one else heard. 

If we were all being honest you had to admit JJ was really trying to become less irresponsible, less dangerous to himself, and most importantly he tried to spend more time with you. Which you really liked. “Oh Fuck. My dad keeps calling me to get home.” Pope said, getting up from his seat, gulping down the last of his beer. He raced out of there. “Kie, are you staying for dinner?” You asked. John B set his beer down. “I have to help out my parents with storm prepping but the boys were going to come by for dinner.” She said, you nod. You adored Kie, she was the most beautiful girl in the cut. “Oh okay. Do you think there is going to be a lot of damage?” You ask them. “Don’t worry so much y/n” John B said, you just rolled your eyes at him as you were thinking how you really really wouldn’t mind JJ placing his hand on yours again. 

The boys had decided to gather in the chateau for the storm. God knows why their parents were okay with it but so be it. They were having beers in the living room when you walked in, after work. Clearly, it was a good time because there were already a dozen empty bottles on the table. You try to turn on the radio but the hurricane already disrupted the signal. “Guess you’ll have to sing for music.” Pope teased. You stick out your tongue at him. “Where’s JJ?” you ask. John B looked from Kie, back to you, and then looked back to Kie. “What?” you ask. They were hesitant. “JJ got called.” Kie said: “ by Sam.” We all knew what Sam meant, it wasn’t a specific girl, we just all got tired of remembering the girls JJ had been with. He would hook up with tourist girls, sometimes he’d just make out with them but mostly he had sex with them. Show them a good time on the outer banks. “Oh” you said, sitting down on the couch, taking Pope’s beer from the table, gulping it down. You thought back about that night, the night he said, he wanted something more with you and you told him no, then why were you so freaking heartbroken about this. ‘It’s my own fault. I told him off.” you sign. Kie put her hand on your shoulder. “What are you talking about?” she asked, you shake your head. “no no no. I want another beer.” You said, getting up and making your way to the fridge. John B followed you. “Are you okay, sis?” He asked. You were searching for the beer opener but John B took your beer from your hand and opened it with the edge of the table. Normally you would’ve scolded him for doing so but right now you could really use that beer. John B reached to you to hand it over. “I told him I thought he was irresponsible and stupid.” You tell your brother. John B raised his eyebrow. “He is irresponsible and stupid.” He was justifying. You roll your eyes at him. “ You are too good for him, Y/n.” He said: “I love JJ like he is my own brother but you're my little sister, and we both know the crap he does, how fucked up he is in the head.” he almost whispered that, not wanting Pope or Kie to overhear. You look at the ground, shaking your head. 

John B and Pope had left to surf in the storm, you thought they were being dumbasses, and Kie was smoking weed on the couch while watching a movie with you. It was already raining pretty hard, and wind was blowing through the trees. A figure opened the door, it was JJ he had been wearing a raincoat that he pulled over his head. “Hey dumbass. Can you roll me a couple?” Kie asked him. JJ ignored her and went straight to John B’s bedroom. You didn’t want to bother him, he must hate you right now… “What’s his problem?” Kie chuckled. I took it upon myself to roll Kie some joints, they weren’t as good as JJ’s but it would keep her occupied. You walked over to John B’s room and knocked on the door. “JJ? you want a blunt?” you ask him. There wasn’t a sound at first. But, then you heard him stumble to the door. “Yes.” he said, opening the door, and taking the joint from your hand, he went to the living room, taking your place next to Kie on the couch. “How’s my favorite girl?” JJ asked no one in particular. “Very well after Y/n rolled me some good ones.” Kie answered, after a long silence, deciding JJ meant her. He looked up at you, as you were leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. “They are out surfing. Why didn’t you go with them?” you ask him. JJ chuckled. “ I don’t have a death wish.” he said, you raise an eyebrow at him. You didn’t want to go to bed when John B and Pope were still out in the storm, but you didn’t exactly jump at the chance to third wheel JJ and Kie. You still opted for a third option, a long warm shower. 

You were in bed, reading your book as the sounds of trash cans being knocked over, and the wind ravaging the yard gave you the creeps. The lights popped out, and you let out a groan. You stare at the ceiling, hoping the lights would magically turn back on. After a couple of minutes you decide to take out your emergency flashlight. You try to focus back on your book. A sudden crack of the window, and a huge branch on your cupboard that was below the window scared the crap out of you. In surprise you let out a loud scream. Someone quickly came to check on you, as you heard the loud footsteps in the hall. You get up from the bed to see what the damage was. When the door opened you pointed the flashlight towards the figure standing there, it was JJ. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nod, getting down on your knees, dropping the flashlight on the ground. “The wind just blew a branch into the room.”  You said, picking up glass shards. “Leave it before you get a cut.” he said, stepping close to you. “I should’ve nailed the window shut.” JJ blamed himself. There wasn’t a lot of money to storm prep so we just used scraps of wood to barricade the big windows, and we’d take a chance with the smaller ones. “Stop. It is just a window.” you tell him, touching his arm. JJ moves to the window, taking the branch and pushing it back out the window. You close up the curtain to avoid rain or too much window coming in. “You should sleep.” he told you. He was about to leave but you grabbed his arm. “Will you stay with me?” you ask him. You couldn’t tell the expression on his face, because it was dark and you didn’t want to shine the flashlight right into his face. “Uh yeah sure.” he said, he followed you to the bed. It was a tight space for the two of you but you’d done it before, cozying up to him in your twin bed was something you’d done for years. You weren’t comfortable so you tried to move your body closer to his, but you heard him hiss under his breath. “Oh my god, did I hurt you?” you said, turning the flashlight on to see what was happening. “It’s nothing,” he mumbled. You shine it to his ribcage, lifting his shirt before he could stop you. “JJ!” you let out a gasp as there was a nasty bruise from his left upper side to the lower side. “I thought you were seeing Sam.” you said, it almost sounded like an apology, an apology for the bad things you thought. “I was helping my dad storm prep.” he said, you get up from the bed, rummaging through your drawers. “Found it.” you said mostly to yourself, as you made your way back to bed. You told him to keep his shirt up as you put the flashlight on the pillow. You put some gel on your index and middle finger and carefully smear it on the bruise. “I’m sorry, princess.” he said, you look up to be met by his blue eyes. “I’m the one who is sorry J '' you said softly. He wanted to say something but you didn’t let him. “I didn’t mean what I sai-' You started but he interrupted you. “Yes you did! I am though.” he said, not looking you in the eye anymore. He lowered his shirt again. “It wasn’t fair. You have your reasons.” you tell him. He nods. “So do you. I understand that I am much to handle.” he chuckled. You reach for his cheek. “I was wrong because I thought you’d be another thing for me to take responsibility for. But, you are not. You make me feel like I don’t have a care in the world.” you tell him excitedly. “If I hadn't ruined what was between us. If I would’ve allowed myself to lov-” he cut you off with a kiss. It was slow at first, like he just wanted to shut you up, then he moved his tongue inside your mouth, teasingly playing with yours. He moved his hands to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him. You don’t remember how long it took for him to pull away. But, he did. He looked you in the eyes, and you thought he was going to tell you to leave or something but he didn’t. Instead, he started kissing you again.

You woke up the next morning, and JJ wasn’t there, the thought plagued you that it was all a dream. However, the hickeys covering your chest and collarbone begged something different. Quickly you jumped out of bed and went in search of some coffee in your kitchen. John B and JJ were already sitting in the kitchen eating eggs. You sit down next to JJ, across from John B, and Pope was sitting at the head of the table. Kie still knackered on the couch. Your brother pushes a clean plate to your side and you reach for the bread sack, assembling your breakfast. “JJ I am going to kill you.” John B says after he looked at you. JJ had the stupidest smirk on his face, and Pope’s eyes went wide. You completely forgot the top you were wearing concealed very little of the hickeys JJ had given you. “Gotta keep my princess happy.” He said, shrugging his shoulders, focusing on his breakfast. You smack him against his arm for his outrageous comment. You just knew this boiled your brother's blood, you look at Pope with a questioning look. He was just having a hard time not laughing. “JJ what the fuck.” you hiss at him. “Oh come on. You loved every minute of it.” he murmured, moving his hand to your thigh squeezing it. “You better move that hand, Maybank.” John B said with an angry stare.

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Better Love - cth

part four: a darker blue

summary: The rain stops. 

author’s notes: I've loved writing this story and I hope you have all enjoyed reading it!

warnings: mentions of sexual themes. 

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And I've never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully

Calum was running. His legs carried him through the overgrown forest and over fallen trees. The wind around him bit at his skin, leaving him gasping for air until all he could feel was the burn in his lungs, one that was different than the burn the cigarettes he smoked gave him. Behind him, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, never stumbling like Calum had. In his arms, the beating heart pumped, racing and then slowing in random increments that left Calum's blood running cold. He hadn't remembered the way back to the cottage, the thick forest trapping him in and spitting him out somewhere unknown. The lighthouse had been the only thing high enough above the trees that Calum could see, his legs burning as he ran closer and closer towards it. Somewhere behind the wind, the ocean waves crashed into the coast and shook the world beneath him, making him stumble whenever a particularly large wave hit.

He was alone and running from something he couldn't see.

As Calum ran, the forest disappeared behind him and all that was in front of him was rolling hills of green. The footsteps behind him had stopped and Calum leaned over himself to catch his breath, the cold air burning his throat as he tried to listen for anything or anyone else. Stepping towards the hills, where the ocean roared right below, Calum's eyes watched the lighthouse in awe. The light illuminated the world around him in glimpses, making its round across the landscape to warn ships that would never come of the land. The father Calum got from the edge of the forest, the darker the sky became, leaving him to wait until the spinning light was cast his way in order to take the steps up the rocky hillside.

"Calum?" a voice said behind him, echoing through his body as rocking the Earth much like the dark blue waves beneath him.

Calum turned sharply, his eyes scanning the forest at the bottom of the hill, searching for that voice in the darkness. The whirl of the lighthouse, which got louder and louder with every pass of the light, made Calum dizzy. His head hurt with every pass of the bright light, but he kept searching until his eyes finally landed on her. The wind had whipped her hair across her face, her clothes soaked with mud and leaves that left her shivering at the edge of the forest. Calum wondered if she had been chased her too, how she had managed to outrun something that Calum barely did.

"Maeve?" he called out, his voice lost in the wind and the waves, the sleeves of his sweater ripped to shreds by the trees behind her, "Come on! It's safe in the lighthouse, we have to get there!"

"I-I can't! I have to go back to the cabin!" she sighed, Calum's ears aching at the pain in her voice, "I can't go with you! I have to stay there!"

Calum frowned, watching as Maeve turned back around and ventured deeper into the forest. His body ached, his escape making his legs burn and his joints ache front he cold, but he took another glance at the lighthouse. One last look at the promised safety before he rushed down the hill and headed towards the woods once more, calling out Maeve's name.

Calum woke with a start, his lungs aching for a breath of fresh air as his eyes looked around at the dark room, trying to gain a sense as to where he was. The bed under him was soft, the mattress pillowy and not at all like his hard mattress back home. Next to him, Maeve's soft voice was slow and even Calum's mind too panicked to listen to the words she was whispered. But the softness of her skin against Calum's was what truly made his mind wake up and made his eyes meet hers in the darkness. He was sure he looked like an animal caught in the middle of a dark road, his face illuminated only by the sliver of light coming in through the blinds of the window. But Maeve's voice brought him back down, brought his breathing into a steady rise and fall of his chest until his forehead was leaning against hers.

"Hey, I'm right here," Maeve whispered, one hand cupping the side of his face as the other was placed over his heart, feeling the pounding of it against her palm, "You're okay." Calum's lips found hers in the dark, the soft sigh that left him as their lips connected making him forget for a second all about the lighthouse and the forest.

Maeve was on his lap, their bodies moving in a slow and lazy rhythm before Calum would even remember the dream. He was lost in the way her body curved into him, how her back arched back into the palm that was keeping her steady. The bed was squeaking with every move of their hips, hidden under the groan and soft grunts leaving them both as they melted into one another. With his eyes adjusted to the dark room, Calum could see how Maeve's face twisted in pleasure, her nose scrunched up and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Calum was sure his own face looked pretty similar, his grip of Maeve's waist tightening when he felt her clench around him, the waves of pleasure rolling off of her as she got closer and closer. Calum's hand, which had been shaking in fear only a few minutes before moved between their bodies, his thumb running through the hair at her mound before moving lower and finding the bundle of nerves that had made Maeve gasped and whimper the night before.

"Come on, pretty girl," Calum breathed out, his thighs tensing underneath Maeve as he rocked up into her, "Let go for me,"

And Calum had never heard such a pretty noise like the one’s Maeve made.

"Choose life?" Maeve whispered into the darkness, her fingers slotting in between Calum's.

"Mhm," Calum breathed out, his eyes unfocused in the darkness of the walls and the bouncing of their voices, his mind still reeling from the high she'd brought him, "From the movie Trainspotting."

Maeve's shifted, moving onto her side as she rested her head on Calum's chest, her fingers tracing over the words against his skin again and again as she listened to Calum whispered about the movie and how it had changed his outlook on life. She felt the goosebumps under her touch, could feel the blush that ran down from his face to his chest. Her lips had been leaving trails of kisses on his skin, her smile pressing against his skin whenever Calum's voice stuttered from the kisses left on his skin. They'd been lying there for what could have been hours, in Maeve's mind, both enjoying the afterglow of being together in more ways than one.

"I like it," she whispered, placing a soft kiss over the peak of his nipple, "Always question the world, huh?"

"Always." he breathed out, his hands exploring the softness of Maeve's curves.

Maeve had decided that the Scottish air was infused with magic. Every day, she’d try and spend as much time outside as she could. In the beginning, it had been to give Calum some alone time; but after their eventful night and early morning, Maeve has needed the fresh air to clear her mind and stretch out her sore limbs. Her walks in the forest had been a lifesaver in the beginning too, they gave her peace and quiet and a sense of calm that hadn’t been around since the crack of a bridge had forced her to lodge with a stranger. Well, not so much a stranger anymore.

“Or is he?” Maeve thought to herself, a frown on her face as she leaned against a tree to tighten her shoelaces, “All you two do is talk and get to know one another, Maeve, you’re not so naïve to sleep with a stranger!”

In the short time that she knew Calum, she had found a lot of herself in him. She didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but that hadn’t mattered last night or this morning when she woke up wrapped in his arms. She knew that Calum had a passion for learning and exploring, much like she did. She knew that Calum had been in a different situation than her, relationship-wise, but that hadn’t meant he was broken. If she was being honest with herself, Calum had been in the exact opposite of her situation. She wondered if he knew that too, if he resented the fact that she could leave someone so easily and not be affected by it or if he sympathized with her. Maeve felt the pain in his voice that night when Calum spoke about his ex-fiancé like she was the stars and the moon before the supernova wiped them out of his universe. She knew that he had loved her and he wanted a life with her, even if he had rushed into things.

She knew Calum just wanted to feel a love that would never be there.

The sun had filtered in through the brightly colored leaves, the kaleidoscope it made on the ground below Maeve leading her back from the depths of the forest to the cabin where the man who had made her see stars just hours ago had been when she left only an hour before. She had wondered for a long period of her life whether she was broken or not. Whether her heart was defective and unable to love since it had seemed like she was never able to love her past partners. But last night with Calum, under the safety of a dark cabin, she had felt her heart race and her mind go numb to anything but the thought of him. Maybe she’d been alone for too long, Calum’s soft touch and grunts in her ear stirred something inside of her, or maybe it meant more.

Maybe Calum had become something more.

"Do you think you'll stay in Scotland longer?" Maeve asked as she walked into the kitchen.

Calum was stood by the small window, watching the sway of the trees, a cup of tea in his hands keeping him warm. He'd been lost in his head again much like he did nowadays, the worry of heading back home to deal with his problems instead of running away pressing against his temple. Maeve’s soft voice had drawn in his attention back into the moment, his body turning towards her, pulled by the softness of her presence and how hours ago that same soft voice had thrown him over the edge. Since he’d watched her walk out of bed, dressed in only the shirt she’d thrown off of him, he hadn’t gotten the image of her out of his head. How the sliver of moonlight had shown him sneak peeks of her body; the shade of red her chest had turned from Calum’s lips, the darkness that the hair on her mound had been. He’d been thinking of her ever since she walked out of the bathroom past him in a dark blue sweater, her boots leading her outside before Calum was once again left in the dark and silence of the cottage.

“My flight leaves in two days,” he said quietly, setting the cup of tea down, “If we’re ever rescued,” he teased.

“I’m sure we will be,” Maeve laughed quietly, “I’ll jump from tree to tree if I have to. There’s no way I’m missing this interview.”

“They’d hire you anyway,” Calum chuckled and shrugged, his eyes meeting hers, “They’d be foolish not to.”

The afternoon sun beamed down on both Maeve and Calum, leaving them warm and energized. The hike, which Calum had forced Maeve out of the cottage for, had taken place on their last day alone. Maeve had brought a blanket, making Calum carry it in his backpack which was also packed with snacks, water, and a camera that Calum had insisted was necessary. They'd walked next to one another, their hands grazing one another every once in a while. Calum's eyes were focused on the trail, knowing that no matter how far they walked, their way back to civilization grew farther and farther away. Eventually, his focus turned from the panic of being alone again and the reminder of his dream to the way Maeve's warm hand wrapped around his. He looked down, where their hands were joined and swinging with every step they took, his heart jumping at how right it all felt. "Is this okay?" Maeve asked quietly, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

"Of course," he whispered and nodded, giving her hand a small squeeze as he continued on through their walk.

When the grassy field came into view Calum had unfolded the blanket and set down the backpack, sighing at the relief his back felt when the heavy bag was no longer straining his muscles. The field was surrounded by trees, leaves scattered around them as the sunshine warmed the air. They'd sat in comfortable silence, listening to the songs that the forest would play for them. In the daylight, where the trees, birds, and river could see them, the distance between Maeve and Calum grew until they were nothing more than strangers again. They would drift off into their own minds, stuck in the waves of anxiety and tension that came from sleeping with a stranger. But that afternoon, their last afternoon, things were different. The sunlight brought soft touches and laughter that floated into the leaves above them. Calum's lips were puffy from the soft kisses that Maeve would leave every time she giggled at something he would say.

"I'm going to miss this," Maeve whispered at one point, her eyes focused on passing clouds, "I don't think I've ever felt this carefree before."

"Me too, I didn't think my trip to Scotland would've ever ended up like this," Calum mumbled, his own eyes watching the clouds swim across the sky, "I'm jealous you get to stay here."

"Do you think we'll see each other again?" she asked softly.

"I think the universe trapped us in a cottage together for a reason, no?" Calum asked and chuckled softly, his head lifting up to look over at Maeve.

"It seems that there is no theory for which to explain a moment like this," Maeve whispered and smiled as she watched Calum lean in closer to her, "I'm going to miss you."

Their last morning together, was one they hadn’t even realized would be their last.

In the morning, when the sun hit both Calum and Maeve, the bedroom was quiet. Calum's chest was rising and falling, the soft snores that usually left him hidden by Maeve's shoulder. The wind had no longer whistled against the cottage, the last of the raindrops from the night's storm falling down with a drip, drip, drip. The birds outside were singing, cheering as if they knew the bad weather had passed and the final storm, an encore complete with thunder and lightning, had come and gone. Calum's eyes opened slowly, his hands pulling the warm body next to him closer. His body leaned closer to hers, the warmth between their bare bodies a reminder of the night before where they both held one another as their moans were whispered in between kisses.

Calum had been stroking her skin, lost in the softness of her and the way his heart ached knowing that his life would never be the same as it was in that moment when he heard the familiar accent of Mrs. Bagby. His body tensed, his arms reaching out to pull the curtain back, flooding the room with light and being met with Mrs. Bagby, who was waving from the other end of the broken bridge. Calum's wide eyes and shaky hands had forced him to pull the curtains closed, his body moving on its own as he grabbed his sweatpants and sweater, before rushing out of the cabin. His shoes were covered in mud as he jogged over to the bridge, his breath hitching as he watched the roaring water splash against the rocks below him.

"Mr. Hood! Oh no, this is horrible, are you and the girl okay?!" Mrs. Bagby called out, "When did this happen?!"

"The day I walked out here! We couldn't contact anyone! The power hasn't worked since that storm blew over!" Calum yelled, watching as the older lady’s face turned into confusion.

"Storm? Darling, there hasn't been a storm here since before you arrived," she said with a shake of her head.

Calum frowned, standing at the edge of the broken bridge, his eyes searching the older woman for any hint of a joke. But Calum was met with a worried look that made his blood run cold. He'd clearly remembered the rainstorm, remembered hearing the tumbling of the bridge and how Maeve had gasped from the room next to the kitchen. He remembered walking out that next morning and standing where he was now, trying to figure out how he was meant to spend the night with a stranger who had taken his breath away.

"Calum?" Maeve asked quietly, her voice still laced with sleep as she stood by the door. She was wrapped in a blanket, her hair a curly mess around her head as she looked at Calum confused, "What's going on?"

"I'm going to get help! You two pack your bags!" the older lady called out, the engine of her car rumbling through the forest as she disappeared down the road.

And then they were alone.

Maeve had been quiet, packing clothes and memories of a day she couldn't help but think would be the last remnants of Calum she would have. Calum, who was sat on the couch, had packed his bag and sat in silence wondering whether he was ready to leave the cabin behind. Whether he was ready to leave Maeve and the safety of the dark powerless cabin. The past couple of days had been a whirlwind, they had been tiring and filled with silence. But Calum had loved nothing more than spending time with Maeve and learning about her in those moments when the silence was broken. He'd never met anyone like Maeve before, she was open and willing to tell Calum her story with no hesitation and yet, Calum found himself wanting to know more and more about the woman in the bedroom next to him. But the sound of a car across the river brought him back to reality. Brought him back to the fact that he had to go back to a sunny city where his life had been. A city where every street reminded him of the fact that he was alone and where the only trees he could see were palm trees. He'd be back in a city where his friends tiptoed around him and the way his heart had been broken.

Maeve had been outside, sitting on a stone that had looked more comfortable than Calum assumed actually was, staring up at the sky. The sunlight had illuminated her, leaving her skin a soft golden color that looked breathtaking in the dark sweater she'd slid on after Calum had taken it out of his bag and handed it to her on the car ride back to civilization. The car ride, which had consisted of Mrs. Bagby, or Baird he still didn't quite know, apologizing profusely for all the confusion and for leaving them trapped in the forest. Maeve had been focused on the passing trees and the way the river was no longer a constant noise in her ears. But when the rolling hills of the Highlands came into view, Calum felt the ache in his heart, knowing that their little universe was far away and no longer just theirs. The sweater engulfed Maeve, leaving her protected against the bitter wind that nipped at her skin even through the sunlight. Her bags had been sat at her side, like two piles of rocks ready to float away and leave Calum stranded.

“You’re going to do amazing,” Calum mumbled as he walked over to her, “They’re not even going to know what hit them.”

“Thank you,” Maeve whispered, her head turning up to look up at him, “I hope you have a safe flight back, take lots of pictures of the ocean.”

“And you take lots of pictures of those hills for me?” Calum smiled, the flash of his teeth disappearing as the car that would take him away from the woman, and the country, he’d fallen in love with, “It was nice meeting you, Maeve.”

“It was nice meeting you, Calum,” she nodded, her arms wrapping around his waist as they both hugged, hoping that maybe the world would bring them back together again.

The sky outside of the forest had been a bright blue, the white clouds puffy and soft as they floated towards one another before separating and going their own way. Some clouds would find their way across the world, seeing bright cities and vast oceans. Others would find a patch of weather that filled them with so much water, eventually draining themselves until all they became were a forgotten memory. They would change from the white and puffy clouds above to the dark grey and condensation-filled rain clouds that hid the dark blue sky. It was unfair, Maeve thought to herself, how such an aching moment in her life had been on such a beautiful day. How the man who had unknowingly changed her life in a matter of days had left on such a beautiful and sunny day. Maeve’s eyes focused on the black car, watching as it drove down the same dirt road she’d traveled on a few days before taking a turn and disappearing from view.

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