#random but. it seems like I'm having bad events in the morning time only

[purinfelix]

f1 drivers as meet-cutes ₊˚⊹⋆

summary: small blurbs about meeting some of the drivers in situations that are equal parts awkward and romantic !! featuring: CS55, CL16 and DR3 warnings: none, although carlos' one is a teeeensy bit suggestive

a/n: if there's one thing about me it's that i'm a hopeless romantic who's obsessed with meet cutes so enjoy these (semi-self-indulgent) blurbs - you can read pt2 here !!

ᝰ.ᐟ Carlos Sainz - one night stand

You’re woken by a throbbing pain in your head and the blinding white of the morning sun that pierces through unfamiliar curtains doesn’t seem to help. As if this isn’t disorienting enough you slowly sit up to realise you’re in a bed that isn’t yours, in a room that isn’t yours, in clothes that are way too big to be yours. And perhaps most confusingly of all, there’s a man who you can only vaguely remember meeting the night before fast asleep beside you - shirtless.

When he finally stirs the two of you exchange awkward conversation as you try to piece together the events of the previous night which are little more than a drunken haze of drinking, dancing, and stumbling back to hotel rooms. You don’t think too much of it, he’s good-looking enough that you aren’t embarrassed, and just by looking around the room, you can tell he isn’t too bad off either. That is - until he starts explaining how terribly sorry he is in advance for all the publicity you’ll have to fend off after pictures of you two leaving a bar together are plastered online. A couple more explanations, questions and proper introductions later you come to find out that he isn’t just any random man, but rather Carlos Sainz, a famous race-car driver who’s only touching down in your city for the next week or so. This all sounds new, besides his name - which falls off your tongue easily, which makes you a little more concerned about how you might've used it the night before.

He’s so oddly gentlemanly and polite though, a stark contrast to what most of the celebrities who visit your city or guys you’ve met in bars are like. And despite what the two of you had gotten up to last night, the look in his eyes and the way he looks sort of shy in the morning light can’t help but make your heart soften and you feel a little more comfortable with this total stranger. You immediately offer to leave though, but are caught off guard by his counteroffer to make you a cup of coffee - and after all, who are you to refuse?

ᝰ.ᐟ Charles Leclerc - coffeeshop

He’s here again. That irritatingly good looking stranger who, you’d think had just walked out of a magazine, but is in fact seated by the window of the cafe you work at. He’s dressed rather modestly, contrary to what the black card he uses to pay for his americanos may suggest. So modestly in fact that you probably wouldn’t have noticed him if this hadn’t been his fourth time here this week, in the same seat that’s positioned just right so that you can see him from any spot at the counter.

And if you can see him, you’re pretty sure he can see you - affirmed by the several instances you’ve caught his eye and gotten a glance at that dreamy expression coupled with a slight smirk that toys at his lip. That is, of course, before he realises you’ve locked eyes and whips his head the other way around, sometimes even sputtering on his coffee. You’d probably be a little weirded out by the fact that he comes in here almost everyday to do seemingly nothing but cradle one drink for almost an hour, but you also can’t help but feel a little endeared by him.

You have tried making small talk whenever he orders, or when you bring him his drink - but the conversation never goes beyond awkward remarks about the weather or how your shift has been going. Hell, you don’t even know his name yet. That is until you notice him getting up to leave after another hour is up, not before turning around to shoot you a quick nod and - was that a smirk?. You go to clean up after him, but to your surprise, an empty cup and a generous tip isn’t the only thing he’s left you. A napkin, branded with the logo of your cafe chain, with a couple numbers scrawled in blank ink and then below it: a name - ‘Charles’.

ᝰ.ᐟ Daniel Ricciardo - blind date

You were never on board with the idea, even when your friend had enthusiastically pitched it to you almost two weeks prior. It wasn’t like you were busy, or had anything better to do - rather, you thought the idea itself was ridiculous. You weren’t looking for a relationship and if you were you’d prefer being able to do the looking yourself, instead of giving yourself up to a blind date and wasting an entire night for nothing.

But that was before your friend had done a ridiculous amount of pleading and begging and nagging and convincing. And before you knew it you were waiting outside one of the fanciest restaurants in your city, still not entirely excited but wanting to get the night over and done with without being too rude to whichever poor guy she’s roped into this. That is, until you spot him. The first thing that you notice is his smile, it’s beaming, blinding even and you feel yourself smiling before you even realise he’s looking at you too. And to say he’s good looking is an understatement, because you’re beginning to question how on Earth your friend knows someone like this. The way the suit hugs his figure should be illegal, and his hair looks so confusingly perfect yet effortless. You feel a stir of emotions, your previous apathy replaced with a burning desire to both impress and charm him, as well as newfound nerves.

He introduces himself without the smile leaving his face - “Daniel, but you can call me Danny,” - and you practically feel your nerves melt away as he offers you his arm to take you into the restaurant. Maybe blind dates weren’t so bad.

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 30

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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I woke the next morning to an empty bed. Alastor's presence wasn't near but the bed still felt warm where he had been. He must've left in a hurry but for what? Normally I would've just went back to sleep and asked him about it later.

But something was off about this, something wasn't right.

I quickly jumped out of bed, falling harshly on my knees from my still lack of energy, and went to my room. I changed as quickly as I was able and went into the haven. The morning sun was coming over the treetops and the first few set of workers were already up and about. I made a beeline for Angel's hut where I know Husker should be. I felt his presence and pushed on it, at the same time knocking on the door. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long as he came padding quickly to the door.

"What is--"

"Alastor's gone."

His tiredness faded. "What do you mean he's gone?"

"I mean he's gone. Our connection it's...it's like before. I don't really...feel it." I was struggling with ways to describe it.

"Where have you checked for him so far?" he asked next.

"Just the house and down here. I'm going to check with Rosie but maybe you can ask Charlie? I have a really bad feeling about this."

He let out a sigh and fixed the strap that had fallen off his shoulders. "Alright. I'll go over and ask. He's probably fine."

"Why does everyone keep discounting what I'm saying?" I half mumbled as I spun away. I melted with Alcine and ran up to the back of the house. I stood over the symbol and teleported myself into Hell, right outside Rosie's store.

Her store was closed but I did the exact same thing I did with Husker, impatiently waiting at the back door. When I explained everything to her, a look of worry finally came across someone's face.

For the next several days, I looked for him. His radio broadcast remained ever silent and our connection remained thin. It was impossible for me to reach him like I had before with Blackwater. He wasn't anywhere in Hell or on the surface. He was just...

Gone.

My panic over Alastor possibly being in the hands of any Angels was somewhat soothed by a conversation with Lucifer. He told me that Angels didn't have power to hold souls in purgatory - that was essentially his job in a way. He also revealed a conversation he had with Heaven. Well, with Adam.

Apparently, Heaven has been upset with how rampant Demons have been on the surface, a place where they naturally didn't belong. They've been arguing for years but nothing was ever done about it. Angel refused to let people know they existed because only their high father could control such events.

It didn't make sense to me.

Regardless, Alastor wasn't in danger with the Angels. That meant he must be somewhere else. Yet there were only two realms. So where was he?

Husker told me that it wasn't uncommon for Alastor to go missing every once in awhile. Apparently he did this right before he helped Charlie with her hotel. The only issue with him disappearing for some time was that he didn't tell me. Considering how we had been the night before he vanished, I had thought he would tell me he would do such a thing, or at least leave a note of some kind.

Perhaps I was wrong.

For the first year, I kept radios in every room tuned to his channel and a single one tuned to random channels. Maybe he would give me a sign through them. Maybe this was something he couldn't tell me for safety reasons. Surely he would want to give me a sign of some sort, a sign that told me I wasn't being abandoned. The only clarity I had of the situation was that he was alive since I was still alive.

The second year I turned some of the radios off and left one on for each floor. I still slept in his bed, wishing and dreaming that he would magically be there when I woke up the next day. Each morning was a disappointment. It was around this time that the hallucinations of him began.

By the third year, everyone had known that the great scary Radio Demon had disappeared. Our location had been leaked by one of Blackwater's men so Humankind and Demonkind alike came after our haven. While the remaining surface Overlords, or anyone wanting new territory up here, tried to attack and disband Blackwater's empire, I was focused on keeping the haven safe. At first it wasn't hard since it was relatively small groups that bit off more than they could chew, however, as time went on, people started bringing in huge groups and powerful Demons.

By the fourth year, I had truely pieced myself back together as a new woman and established myself as the guardian of the haven. I killed enemies, struck deals with new allies, and taught newcomers a thing or two about fighting. The hallucinations came to a near stop.

By the fifth year, the haven had expanded even more. Arleen, who was our lovely architecture and seamstress, was never seen resting. She had gorgeous red wings that mimicked a butterfly's and her personality was as sweet as nectar. She designed a new layout for the rest of the town—though, now it could really be considered a small city. We had multiple teachers, Vivian remaining as the head of them all, several healer apprentices for Althea, a few seamstress assistants for Arleen, an open pasture for cattle, plenty of fishers, many more guards, and so much more.

With the haven expanding and having new things, I also wanted to change my own living place. I painted the outside of the house a more vibrant maroon and fixed the shingles so they didn't look so tattered. I knew the house had belonged to Alastor's mother so I didn't want to change it too much should he return at some point. Reagan and Lucas occupied Husker's old room since Husker and Angel moved to their own secluded apartment in the haven.

My old room was now occupied by two siblings: Nym and Thatcher. They were a rambunctious pair with a thirst for adventure. Nym was six and Thatcher was five when they first came to the haven. They were also children of the ring fights and found it increasingly difficult to make the transition from the ring to the schoolroom. I began working closely with the pair since all other resources had been exhausted, and soon found myself feeling attached like I was with Reagan. Vivian and the others insisted I adopt them, mostly in an attempt to fill the empty house and gaping hole in my heart. So I did.

By the sixth year, I had completely forgotten about Alastor. I would go weeks without thinking of him. I had so much I was focusing on, so much I was keeping myself busy with, that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Occasionally I would think of him and it would hit me hard. When that happened, I tried not to be around anyone for the whole day. It left me annoyed and snappy at everyone, even Husker and Reagan. Fortunately, Nym and Thatcher were now able to attend school without attempting murder on any of the children, leaving me with more time on my hands.

By the seventh year, things had fallen into a routine. I was still the sole protector of the haven and mother to now three children. As things became mundane, I decided to assist the other Overlords in banishing the lasting traces of Blackwater. There was still one large factory hidden somewhere and I would be the one to find it. My reputation had shifted around in the past few years but this would solidify it for good.

I had grown a lot. It was time to show everyone.

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Author's Note:

END OF ACT TWO!

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I was gonna ask you for ☕☕☕ on Kim characterisations but I know that could put you at risk of assassination 💀 so free choice! Any ☕ on anything you need to get off your chest - I love u

😂 it is a choose violence game, let's play with fire 🔥 three Kim characterizations i don't much care for:

writing Kim as really old

like. hmmmm. i feel like a lot of fic out there is just really bad at characterizing young 20 yos, there are a lot of stories that write Kim's vibes like he's 38 yo or something. it's. bizarre. 21/22 yo is still so young. there's still so much uncertainty at that age and so much self-discovery to come. i've complained about this before so i don't want to just rehash that but. yeesh. some people really kinda suck at writing "kid in college" aged characters.

not letting Kim be playful

honestly, this one kinda follows on the previous point? there's a very annoying trend of writing ~older~ characters as only ever very serious. and like, aside from the irritation at the way people are really bad at early 20s vibes, people never outgrow playfulness. in canon, i'm pointing to Porsche trapping Kinn under the sheets and farting or them huffing their morning breaths in each other's faces (i love u canon ❤). but people still do ridiculous shit at 40/50/60/70/80/ALL THE AGES too. 40yo sisters who greet each other by punching the other in the boob. the 60yo neighbor who tells me my shoelaces are untied every time he sees me in sandals. the 50yo uncle who flicks popcorn in the mouths of anyone who falls asleep during movie night. there's no age limit to this sort of thing!

but while some of the ultra seriousness seems to be a weird age thing, it's like people also missed that Kim is playful? he's very intense when he's in mafia business mode and he's a nightmare to the guards (❤), but he plays along with Khun. he teases Chay. he has a good rapport with other university students. he can be more lowkey playful than others, but Kim's not made of stone, he has his fun too.

Wik being a burden on Kim

this one starts running into differences in headcanon-- like personally, i'm looking for fics where Wik is Kim's home. i've cried about this elsewhere so i'll keep it short, but Wik is the life Kim poured blood, sweat, and tears into to build up brick by brick. Wik is the life Kim wants, it's the parts of him he thinks are the best of him. i actually make the MC of the ep4 university one of Kim's best friends (i call him Green), and one of my favorite headcanons i've come up with for them is that everyone thinks Green twists Kim's arm into doing outreach events, but actually Green is Kim's connection to university news because he loves doing them but never knows who to ask. Kim desperately wants to be a source of good inspiration to others and have purpose outside of violence, and Wik is his way of doing that. Wik is not a burden on Kim (in fact, i'd argue Kim all but said he is a burden on Wik, but i digress).

so, that's my personal preference for Kim's relationship with Wik, but obviously not everyone's going to have the same characterization and that's cool. where i start to get annoyed is when people write him as very...hmm. dismissive? of it. or otherwise seems like he doesn't like any aspect of it. i straight up back click on any fic that has Kim fuck up the name of some popular musician. this is not a specific call out, but for example-- i remember reading something where there was this offhand line of Kim being like "and there's a request for a show with some other musician, wangson jack?" and just. no. back click, goodbye, nope. shit like that really starts to bug me. some of it is personal irritation at how awful a lot of english speakers are towards asian artists (which like. random fandom people are not at fault for the crimes of USamerican music reporters. but maybe consider that until people overall are less shitty and dismissive towards them, one off lines referencing real life musicians like this are better off deleted). but over all i just...really, really dislike disrespectful attitudes like that (esp for something related to the arts) and i don't want to read them in my favorite character. Kim is pursuing a career in the music industry for himself--Kim being, u know, Kim, he's going to take it very seriously and with that, also hold a lot of respect towards his fellow musicians generally speaking. at the very least, he's going to be cordial and pleasant with them because no one likes working with an asshole and Kim is trying to keep his mafia bullshit far away from his Wik goals. not everyone's going to have the same characterization headcanons i do for how much i think Kim would pour himself into music and love it, but i really don't vibe with any take where Wik is a burden on or a drag for Kim.

and a bonus ☕ because i luv u too anon: anything where Kim doesn't love his brothers or sees them as actual competition instead of the ones he wants to protect the most. this is not a surprise to anyone here, u all know how much i love brothers, but i've noticed that fandom gets kinda caught up in the chess metaphors sometimes. and to that i say: 1. Terry Pratchett yall: sin is when you treat people like things. 2. Terry Pratchett again: chess is a stupid ass metaphor for real life. 3. kp canon agrees with that. Korn is shit at playing chess. (the fucking. ep1 game. omfg. Chan is all but eating his pieces to let Korn win. i'm still howling over the scholars mate in ep5.) Korn is noticeably shit at all his hobbies that are metaphors for controlling people. which is the point! the boys fail every time they try to play his games, because you cannot play people like you would a game. every triumph is rooted in overturning the game board completely.

[ send a ☕, get a bitchy* fic opinion ]

*personal preference related, we’re not here to be mean

#thank u anon this was fun 😂 #kinnporsche #tea asks

[active-mind-15]

As I am lying down on the verge of falling asleep I have decided to post some Akashi sleep headcanons

Now, I have seen many people speculate what Akashi looks like when he sleeps/wakes up or what his sleep habits are, so I thought I'd get a quick one out of the way before going to bed. Let's go!

Even though he's very prim and proper because of his upbringing, I don't think that reflect in how he sleeps.

Not to say he's a messy sleeper per se, but he's definitely not a scarily neat sleeper where he lies still on his back firmly tucked in and doesn't move.

He seems like a side-sleeper who curls in on himself, kinda like a cat. He's normally not vulnerable when he's awake, but when he's asleep, vulnerable is the only word I can imagine when I think about how he looks. There's a particular innocence to his sleeping form. He only sleeps when his guard is down, and he doesn't have to worry about what he looks like.

Very few people have seen him sleep. I know Kuroko is canonically one of them because in that trip to Hawaii from the Replace Plus novels, Kuroko shared a hotel room with him, but I'm wondering who else might have seen him sleep aside from maybe Mibuchi and Nijimura. God knows.

Something that the fandom can agree on is that Akashi's bedhead is probably terrible, though. Especially since he and Kuroko have such similar hairstyles, it wouldn't surprise me that their hair gets messed up in the same way while sleeping. He usually takes care of it before he actually leaves his room (again, he likes maintaining an image in front of others), so just like very few people have seen him sleep, very few have seen his bedhead. Those who have seen it found it so cute.

I wouldn't peg him as a sleep talker, but I don't think he'd be entirely quiet either. If he's having a dream, I'd like to think he'd make little noises, but nothing super loud. In fact, they're so quiet that you almost might not catch it if you happen to be awake.

He doesn't move around a lot either when he sleeps, but he doesn't stay in the same position throughout the night. He only gets really fidgety if he has nightmares.

Speaking of that, I think that since Akashi is so busy, is frequently stressed, and is probably always exhausted, there will be random periods where he'll get frequent nightmares and sometimes sleep paralysis. During those times, he'll be more irritable during the day due to lack of sleep. (Can you tell I'm projecting with my own personal experiences in high school?)

He's tried to find ways to combat this over the years. Tea helps, music helps, and post-Winter Cup, being open with his friends about what's troubling him helps. Through doing all these things, he's able to sleep better and for longer.

(^^Secret 4th remedy, touch helps. The only person who knows this is Mibuchi because when they travel for games and share a hotel room, he's usually with Akashi. Post-Winter Cup, there were nights when Mibuchi heard Akashi make these sad little noises in his sleep, and Mibuchi felt so bad just sitting there and listening without doing anything, so he kinda just walked over to Akashi's bed and softly stroked his hair, just to see if that would do anything?? And it did! Gradually, Akashi quieted down and stopped fidgeting. And Mibuchi went back to sleep. But he told Akashi nothing about those events that transpired.)

And even though he's an early-riser, it's not by choice. He just has so much to do during the day that he can't help but wake up at like 6 or 7am. But if he has nothing to do the next day, he'd rather sleep in til 9 or 10am.

He's also a slow starter. That's why he gives himself so much time in the morning to wake up. It normally takes him a veeeery hot minute to get out of bed because he's constantly having to play catch-up with sleep since he's always busy.

I would bet he's a blanket hogger. He seems like the type to get cold easily, so when it's time for him to sleep, he just switches to Maximum Coze Mode™ and snuggles under the blankets. On a cold day, it's especially hard to get him out of the blankets.

Lastly, if he ever gets tired and falls asleep in school or something like in the gymnasium, he'll have his arms crossed while he nods off. Since it's so rare that Akashi sleeps, though, Kise tells everyone not to bother him. Eventually, it's Nijimura who discovers him and covers Akashi with his jacket.

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[samptlay]

To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 8

A/N: February 29... It's been more than two weeks, my apologies... But enjoy, btw I'm uploading 9 & 10 today.

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Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship,

Taking a deep breath in and out, you make a beeline out of the guest bedroom and make your way towards the kitchen. At this point, you've lost your appetite and don't feel like eating.

You're not eating for two any longer either way, so the only person you're harming is yourself. Who cares?

Deciding that coffee is enough to satisfy your needs, you open your phone to find no new notifications, (from other human beings, not some Pinterest board of house decor) which makes you both relieved and irritated. At this time of the day, March and Stelle would be bantering or debating on some random political topic in your group chat (including Himeko, Welt & Dan Heng) that you would jump in on for fun. It was oddly quiet today, and you were glad that they were taking into account the loss of life, yet conflicted about the change.

It wasn't routine. It was change, something you suddenly weren't accustomed to yesterday night. You physically shiver at the thought of everything that’s happened. You felt the same way when you woke up alone today, but you’ll get over it. Speaking of alone, you still have no idea where your husband is. You trust him, but did he have to leave without any notice? You gave him a call, but after two rings it went to voicemail, Opening Messages, you click on “Dearest💙” and write a text.

(Y/N) ❤

Honey, where are you? I went to the guest room and found the bed empty, I was hoping we could make breakfast together this morning. Call me when you can. I’m sure there’s a lot of things on our minds but we’ll be okay.

Well, it was delivered, so you know it went through. But after sitting in silence for a few minutes, which turned into ten, you wondered if it did. It wasn’t like him to take long to respond to you, especially since he’s been all over his phone for the past 6 weeks. Protective as well, he even changed the password on it without telling you. You’d leave the memories of confrontations in the past since thinking about them is what caused all this to happen. But you’ll inevitably think of them again.

The silence takes you back to a conversation with Himeko around two weeks ago when she invited you over for afternoon tea (or coffee). It was a rainy day and the breeze was chilly, so what better thing to do but have a friend over to talk to while enjoying the beautiful scenery outside? She could tell there was lots on your mind, so she decided you needed a small break from your husband and his shenanigans.

During this relaxing afternoon, it suddenly turned sour whenever she mentioned that you had seemed more on edge lately. It was likely because he was at home more frequently, caused by a catastrophic event at his workplace he refuses to tell you about. According to him, HR was sticking their noses into something that shouldn’t have concerned them, and since he worked with computers he was sent home with his stuff to work from there.

You didn’t want to seem pushy or disrespect his boundaries since the matter seemed personal to him, so you didn’t pry further. Himeko was intrigued by this and looked a bit taken aback, since you were his wife, exactly what boundaries were there that would be crossed by asking a simple question? She found this suspicious, which rubbed you the wrong way and caused you to become defensive. He was your husband, you trusted him more than anything and she was his friend as well, so why would anything be said by her that painted him in a bad way?

Irritated, you stormed out of her penthouse and made your way down with Himeko calling out to you. She had meant no harm and was only trying to look out for you, but you were too caught up in your own head to see that. However, later that evening you gave her a call pleading for forgiveness & blaming it on the pregnancy. She knew you wouldn’t usually react that way if she had advised you of something similar, so she wasn’t upset with you at all. She even apologized for doubting Levi. You two quickly made amends and all was forgotten, but the conversation still replayed in the back of your mind occasionally.

You were sad to admit you felt rather lonely and were left alone with your thoughts. Looking out the window, and bringing your mug to your mouth your mind trails off into a place you don’t want it to be. You’re in desperate need of a distraction, and you want to distract yourself with someone else. You could be entertained together, shut away from the rest of the world.

Picking up your phone again, you scroll through your favorite contacts until you come across the one name that always made you smile.

‘Ren🥀🖤’

What better way to get away from it all than to spend your time with the person associated with the one thing you knew would never change?

His stance by your side.

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Hey Gee! Congrats on 1k! Im so happy whenever I see you on my dash 💛. For the 1k event, Im feeling of Kitty Levi (domestic?) hurt/comfort: "I'm not leaving you, [name]." Bc i cant help but hc kitty levi with abandonment issues 🥲 hope you have a good year ahead! 💛

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omg thank you🥺i loved writing this one it's very appreciated💞sending love

content/warnings: insecure Levi, implied past abuse, domestic, hybrids+heat (kind of) (kitty levi), hurt/comfort, hyper-vigilance, some angst

wc: ~1.4k

Light from the TV casts light through the dark of the living room and across your and Levi’s faces.

His eyes are on the screen, but the screen might as well be dark, and he might as well be alone. His ears idle, twitching lazily.

It’s been one year, almost, since you’ve shared your home with him… but maybe half that since he warmed up to the idea of someone caring about him without—conditions. Someone who wants him not for a fetish, or a pet, just...

You giggle at something on the screen and he blinks out of his stupor, eyes darting around to make sense of whatever just happened.

Usually, he wouldn’t care so much.

“Levi, Do you wanna put on something different?”

“Why?”

You turn sheepish. “It doesn’t seem like you’re… having fun.”

“No,” he replies, a little too fast. “I am. Having fun.”

His stomach drops when you pause it, then push your blanket off.

For some time he’s reverted into isolating his personal space. It’s not like he is the most affectionate of his kind (he learned not to be, because owners never shared Levi’s more innocent intentions), but the distance, despite how much he craves it, is safe. He has disciplined himself to not need to rub up against you, and to not be tricked into feeling protected when you say what you say and do what you do.

“Are you okay?” A warm palm comes up and settles on his cheek, but he turns away, fluffed ears flattening.

This is bad. You got onto him a little this morning because he had been cleaning so damn much that his hands were starting to turn red, and blister. Now he is worse, acting out again.

He knows you’re not cruel, never, and he knows you know him well enough to tell when he’s stressed, but not what about. When will you hit your breaking point?

Then you reach up and pet down his low ears, and it instantly calms him so that he flinches away. His tail bristles.

“Going to bed.” Levi forces the words out and shoots up before you can say anything else.

You share a bed, but there is a guest bedroom he used to use, and has gotten into the habit of using again since he realized what day was coming up. On the first night, you peeked in and asked if he was alright, and Levi said fine, he was alright. He was fine.

He gets it, that he is neglecting giving you the attention you always give him. At least half of the reason he has been working so hard around the house is to compensate for that.

(His kind aren’t allowed… jobs, in the conventional sense, and you work hard.)

Under the duvet, his cheek pressed to a cool pillow, he curls up and feels the darkness eat at him. He doesn’t feel like anything more than a bad emotion. He has been bad, by all accounts. Bad and bad and bad.

A solid knock on the door at some point in this strange stream of time jolts him even though he wasn't sleeping.

Light from the hall darkens your visage when you peek in. “You didn’t have any dinner, want me to make you something?”

His chest twists violently, and so he rolls over to face the wall. His mouth feels like a desert.

“Not hungry,” he replies. He isn't.

“Okay.” It sounds like you're letting him down gently. “See you in the morning, baby.”

“…’night.”

The next morning, Levi wakes up early to the heat pelting off his skin, suffocated by the blankets.

With a raspy grunt he kicks them off, rolls onto his belly, and shoves his face in the rumpled pillow. He rubs his cheek into it madly, at random, for something, but in his fog he only smells detergent and faint traces of his own shampoo. A keening noise vibrates his throat.

He shoves himself up into a sit, and nudges his legs together. A grimace twists his expression.

His heat isn’t here, not quite yet, but he feels the haze in the outskirts of his mind, that faint buzzing creeping down his limbs.

Where are you? part of him whines, then remembers.

Cursing, standing, Levi manages somehow to fly through his morning routine and bolt downstairs. At this time, you won’t be awake yet, so he can make breakfast before his heat starts, and then lock himself away in the guest bedroom, or even better, a closet.

He has faced all his heats up until a year ago alone, or as alone as he could get. One more wont kill him, but it will be fucking agony.

Morning light glides over his hands as he starts up coffee for you, and then pulls out the kettle for his tea. That (so soon) is when his limbs grow languid and heavy, and he has to stop at the counter to brace himself.

A pinched sense of longing sits in his chest. He closes his eyes.

The soft, even steps descending the stairs doesn’t register until it is too late, and there you stand in the doorway, watching him with a troubled look that tugs your lips down.

His shoulders hunch. “Go away.”

You say his name full of tenderness. All you offer him is that care.

He’s already weak, weak for you, when you approach and your arms come up around his waist from behind. It is like being swallowed. What does he do?—How does he escape?

Your head drops on his shoulderblade, massaging the other side in soft motions, and he melts with a swallowed mewl. Heat is so fucking close he can taste it.

You notice. “Do you really want me to go away?”

He swallows hard. By your calf, his tail twitches, even though his ears lay flat. You take that as an answer.

“Why’re you pulling away so much, hm?” You sway gently. “You know… the bed’s been cold without you; I miss you. Tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I’d do better for you. I want you to be comfortable.”

He shifts, almost squirming. My bed has been cold, he wants to say. Make me stop.

“You haven’t been keeping track,” he manages.

“Keeping track...?”

His jaw moves helplessly as your hand follows down his spine, and massages the small of his back. He’s craving, but he doesn’t know what. An inevitable tell for his heat incoming.

What if you’re bluffing? he can't help but think, despite himself. What if the paperwork just hasn’t arrived yet, and you forgot?

His ears lay flat and firm, like downturned airplane wings. “A year. Since you’ve had me. Did you really not know that’s when you can get rid of me for free?"

The adoption program, it allows a certain trial period around the first year mark. Before that, and after, you would have to pay to get rid of him.

In the past, his owners didn’t wait that long, but you aren’t that wealthy, which he liked about you from the start. That is also what makes this terrifying.

The air is eerily still for too long. He pants and squirms harder, caught between the urge to escape and fall right into you. Are you shocked?—Or caught in the deceit?

“If you're sick of me—”

“Levi—”

“—just say that.”

“Levi.”

That tone. He freezes.

You sigh. Instead of letting him go, you squeeze him to your front and kiss his hairline, then his cheek. “What in the world made you think I was sick of you?”

His jaw locks and jams, teeth grinding from the fear-feeling up high in his chest. It’s hard to think.

“Didn’t,” he whispers.

He is so afraid, because he has never been wanted for this long. Being kissed at breakfast and indulged by buying teas, and being allowed to hold and be held after fucking.

But it has never felt that way with you, either. You make it so scary in a way he can’t get enough of.

You kiss his hair and ask, “Why’re you so afraid?”

He finds himself rendered mute, like his tongue has gone too swollen for him to say a single word. Mind blank.

He whines instead, rubbing back against you; his heat is almost on top of him now.

“Poor baby… I’m not leaving you, Levi. That's the last thing I want.”

“I…” He leans into the warm kisses pelting his neck. “What’s the first thing?”

“Your heat’s about to start,” you say into his jaw, warm fingers prodding up underneath his sweater. “What do you think?”

“Please—make me stop, just.”

“Then c’mere.” You pull on him. “Come with me.”

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[planets-and-prose]

Find The Word

I was tagged on this by @k-v-briarwood, thank you for the tag!

My words are: Leak, Beam, Favor, Neglect.

I'll tag @chayscribbles, @n1ghtcrwler, @bones-and-rainbows, if y'all want to, and anyone else who does want to :) Your words are: Blue, Rip, Shine, Blanket.

Since Continuing Education really isn't...written, I'm doing Signature Powers so we'll see if that half-done, swiss cheese manuscript pulls some decent quotes. These are...entirely unedited, but I'll provide limited context when appropriate.

Leak (AKA the two local aromantic enbys learn about queer-platonic relationships)

“We…slept together,” Vandita murmured. "Overnight." “It…looks that way,” Hikari replied, trying for a chuckle. It came out oddly forced. “And it doesn’t feel wrong,” Vandi added. They also looked shocked at this turn of events, and that brought Hikari at least a little bit of comfort. Thank the gods that they weren’t the only one out of their element. “No, it doesn’t.” Silence stretched for a moment as the morning sun leaked through the window, spilling shadows across the room. “So, we…should we talk about this?” Vandi asked, sitting up in bed. “Maybe? Yes. I think we likely should. Maybe you have more experience in this than I do?” Gods, they hoped one of them had experience.

Beam (Exposition, and allusions to me being unable to NOT have a shapeshifting character)

"Niko, if we don't find anything, it'll be fine. You've been helping so the pain isn't as bad, and I haven't shifted in quite some time. I could live like this easily. If we find anything, it'll be amazing, but we don't have to." "But you SHOULDN'T have to live this way! You shouldn't! Your damn contractor…" "…is just one of many contractors. I don't have it the worst, trust me. It's just how things are in a lot of places. I should have known better. I asked for power, and I signed a contract stating that that power had a price. Yes, I didn't know about the bone issues, but…I should probably have known. That's just the way it is. Contractors have and will do much worse." "But it just…! Ugh!" Niko huffed out a frustrated sigh. "Still. If I can help you, I will, so we're going to try. Besides, travel might be nice. You're so used to running around in the woods, hopefully it'll be good for you too." Rose beamed. "I have missed the woods."

Favor (In which Vandi and Hikari come back, and Vandi's pronouns are inconsistent because they're she/they and honestly I did this whole thing in a month for NaNo lol)

Hikari nodded and gave a sympathetic grimace. “Overprotective father?” “You could say that.” Thinking of their father, how angry he’d be…how he probably had half the army out searching for his two errant children…it was definitely something. But it was liberating to not be associated with her father for once, to not have to be royal or perfect or even have to worry about it. The only person who might know about their royal background was Gil, and he hadn’t said anything so far. It was probably alright. “Well, I’d better go check on Seri. She’s…having a rough time.” “She does have a lot on her shoulders, it seems. She’s not really letting any of us in.” Vandita shook her head. “She doesn’t really trust that easily, and I’m trying to get her to loosen up. But it’s definitely not working.” “Well, time’ll do it. Go take care of your sister,” Hikari told them with a reassuring smile. Vandita nodded and left Hikari’s chambers in favor of Serilee’s.

Neglect

Apparently I haven't used this word? Ever? I checked like four manuscripts...so either Scrivener hates me or I'm not utilizing that particular brand of angst enough. So I'm throwing in a random excerpt from SP that I Just Felt Like.

Codell turned his attention to his quilt, examining the bright patterns and the intricate detail. Now that he couldn’t hear or speak, he learned that his eye for detail improved markedly, giving him an ability to sew intricate patterns, distinguish between colors and fade one seamlessly into another in a way that seemed almost impossible to achieve with blocks of fabric. Living in silence gave plenty of time to recreate beautiful mountain views in quilted fabric, bringing an art that was once thought to be simply “homey” into an art form of its own. And if people managed to get past the stony exterior and the strangely all-knowing stare, they would have the opportunity to buy a truly resplendent piece of artwork. Yet few did, so often Codell simply sat, beneath an awning so as not to burn his fair skin, sewing in…well, it was always silence for him. But few tried to talk to him. Today wasn’t an exception, aside from the vision.

Thank you again for the tag!!

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[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Adjusting

Note: I played this last bit in little bursts, in between testing out some lighting mods for the game that I'm still curating for my own personal gameplay. So things in certain scenes might look suddenly different lighting-wise, I just kept playing my save while testing them out! It might change a bit more in the future until I figure out what I like exactly!

After an eventful night with the girls, Sigrid is up early in the morning to eat some random leftovers in the fridge for breakfast. She's feeling a little down, and Scarlett notices. She sits beside her.

Scarlett: Hey Sigrid, how are you feeling today?

Sigrid: Oh, hey Auntie. I'm okay, just pretty tired. Still getting used to the sleepless nights.

Scarlett: Yeah, this time is hard in terms of the adjustment. I can only imagine what it's like with two babies.

Sigrid: How did you do it?

Scarlett: Well every baby is different, but this seemed to work for me...

Scarlett spends time explaining some tips and techniques to Sigrid to hopefully help her adjust to parenthood. By the end, Sigrid is feeling more confident, lifting her mood some.

Later that morning, Scarlett, Sabrina, and Anya head to San Sequoia to try their hand at power walking. Sabrina is past their due date and trying to get this baby to come, one way or another.

Sabrina: I really hope this works! They said walking is one of the best ways to help induce labor.

Anya: Don't worry, even if this doesn't do the trick on its own, we'll keep trying!

Scarlett: The exercise is good for us anyway!

Anya: You're telling me, married life has made me soft! I gotta get back in shape!

The trio enjoy a good power walk, stopping occasionally for water breaks before continuing on. Sabrina doesn't feel any different after the walk baby-wise, but the three definitely feel good about themselves after some exercise on a beautiful summer day!

Unfortunately, Anya is unable to stick around for long after their workout sesh, so she leaves early while Scarlett and Sabrina explore more of the neighborhood. They stop in the gardens next to the fountain for a chat.

Scarlett: So, we're almost to the finish line! Be honest, how we feeling?

Sabrina: Like a beached whale.

Scarlett can't help but laugh at that one.

Scarlett: Oh honey, I know the feeling.

Sabrina: Sometimes it feels like I'm going to be pregnant forever.

Scarlett: Yeah, I know that feeling too. It'll pass, and soon enough you'll have your little boy in your arms, and you'll miss this even if it was miserable at times. Just know, you're doing an awesome job.

Sabrina: Thanks, Mom.

Sabrina's hands gently clutch their belly for a moment.

Sabrina: Oh, he's kicking. Wanna feel?

Scarlett: Do I?!

Scarlett's eyes are full of wonder and awe feeling her grandson move around.

Scarlett: Oh, he's a strong one! Hi my boy, Gramma can't wait to meet you!

Sabrina: Tell him a little louder so he'll get the hint it's time to vacate.

The two laugh.

Scarlett: You heard that. It's time for you to make an appearance! Don't worry, the world's not so bad out here. I think you'll like it.

Scarlett looks up at their child.

Scarlett: Oh my baby... having a baby...

Sabrina: Mom, don't get all soft on me now.

Scarlett chuckles, feeling her eyes mist ever so slightly.

Scarlett: If I don't do it, who will? Let me have this one.

Scarlett straightens up and plants a big kiss on Sabrina's cheek.

Scarlett: I love you, hun.

Sabrina: I love you too, Mom.

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[snowmuttgetsweird]

3/23/23

CW: Suicide/Self-Harm mention about half-way down. There will be another warning before that paragraph.

Howdy void

I haven't talked much here the last few days. I guess life just hasn't been that eventful? I dunno, this zone is usually reserved for void screaming, random thoughts, and sexy thoughts. The random thoughts come and go fast enough that tumblr isn't really a good conduit for them, and the sexy thoughts are few-and-far-between, leaving the void screaming as the only thoughts to really persist.

Uhh, good stuff happened though. I was really fortunate just last night. A mutual friend drove his roommates, my roomie, and I to a family-style Italian joint in Seattle. The food was good, but the prices were a little intimidating. Lo and behold, the check comes and goes without most of us even noticing- the mutual friend just paid for the whole thing.

It feels good to have a really good meal (even a boozy punch bowl and dessert), but as usual I have mixed feelings about the bill. I really need to make more money- not just to pay my bills but to assuage my anxiety. It's a LITTLE different in this scenario, because it's more of a gift than a favor- maybe there's no real distinction there, but it doesn't feel QUITE as bad. It was a genuinely good night.

Uhh besides that, not much has been going on. I've been focusing down on getting work done the last few days, and I've been making really good progress on my commissions. It's pretty late in the month, but I might still be able to at least make rent, even if I might not have time to make enough to set aside for taxes next year. Money's just constantly weighing on me.

The slightly heavier stuff is below. It addresses an interaction I had with someone last night.

A friend contacted me last night, but I'm not sure they're my friend anymore. They seemed pretty upset- more manic than upset I guess- and said a lot of mean things. Stuff like "kill yourself," expressing satisfaction in my failures, demanding that I draw for them, and accusing me of saying something awful to them at some point (they wouldn't elaborate on what even after I asked- I have no memory of saying anything cruel or hurtful, so I'm genuinely confused by the accusation). This all felt like it came out of left field. They also intermittently pasted in a long admission of trauma they've suffered, about 20+ times in rapid succession, the same paragraph over and over again, my phone just exploding with notifications. After failing to get any new information out of them, I removed myself from the situation and let them know I'd be willing to talk once they'd calmed down. This individual is also a high risk for self-harm and suicide, so as a precaution I messaged a couple folks I was confident were still in contact with them, and advised that they reach out.

I messaged them this morning, asking how they were feeling and if they wanted to talk about the night before. They responded back after a while that they were fine, and then a couple hours later they disappeared from my contacts list, leading me to believe I've been blocked. I'm not sure what I did, but one of the mutual contacts messaged me back, and apparently the individual has been pulling away from pretty much everyone the last few months. Most of that friend group has more or less completely fallen out of contact with them.

I'm not really a people person. Sometimes I find empathy pretty challenging. In this case, I can't really take anything mean they say seriously- I just feel bad for them. We're not even especially close- we've talked a handful of times and exchanged mental scars, but it's enough that I know the person I talked to last night wasn't really them. They're suffering profoundly, struggling to come to terms with their trauma, and spiraling pretty bad, and I really hope they're safe.

I'm not sure what else to say.

Uh, oh, the mutual contact that contacted me back was a genuine friend before. I guess I can talk about that a little.

That was sorta the beginning of the end for me socially.

I was a part of this friend group that would sorta all group up in art streams to watch people draw and shoot the shit. There would be movie nights and stuff too, and we just generally enjoyed each other's company. A couple of them were somewhat problematic (if not downright disgusting), but in my desperation for connection and unwillingness to let go of the connections I'd built, I overlooked it.

One of them developed a crush on me. I was oblivious to it and they got upset and accused me of leading them on, and then stopped talking to me for a while. They vented to other folks in the friend group, and it kinda vilified me to the whole group and they all sorta collectively disowned me. At the very least, it was very, very uncomfortable to continue being in the same space as the rest of them, so I just stopped attending art streams.

After a while, I managed to get the crusher to talk to me, and tried to explain my side of the story- about how I didn't know they were even interested, and that I never had any romantic interest for them in return- and things ended... Civilly. I thought we'd "made up" but they decided we just shouldn't be in contact anymore, and we went our separate ways. For me, it just felt like being ostracized and abandoned- not just losing them, but losing the entire group.

Since then I've kinda just been satisfied with being alone. I haven't really been able to develop any other kind of relationship with anyone, and I find it really difficult to want to get close to people. It feels safer to just keep people at a distance.

I don't really WANT to have a relationship with other people.

Except I think do, but I'm just too scared to pursue it. Either the people I try to connect with prove cringe, or I start to remember what it feels like to be connected, and I get scared of getting attached to that again because I know eventually they'll find something about me to dislike, and they'll take all their love with them.

There's really not much here to like.

I don't really do anything. I just work and replay old video games because I can't afford to buy anything new. Sometimes I hyper-fixate on something for a while (lately it's been Carl Jung), and either I get bored or the fixation becomes too complicated, so I move on to something else.

Even if I could afford it, I mean, I still probably wouldn't do much different. I'd just be playing a different game.

Two of my mutual friends are going to JAPAN this year. I've never been out of the country, and honestly I can't imagine that EVER being a possibility for me. Like, I genuinely cannot imagine success. I can't imagine being successful, comfortable, having time and money to spare. I don't think vacations are real- I don't know how people are doing it without going bankrupt. I'm constantly one hospital visit away from actually being homeless.

I don't know. Life is too hard. The only thing keeping me sane is hyper-focusing on whatever task is directly in front of my hard enough that everything else around my life stops mattering. If I think too much outside of whatever I'm currently hyper-fixating on, my brain starts leaking out of my ears.

One day at a time.

[hanemiso]

Operation: Dairy For Dazai

>>>a dazai osamu x reader<<<

request: "omg i love your post about Dazai and his possibility of having lactose intolerance hahaha, i wish you could do a fanfic out from that"

a/n: um this is such a great idea??? this was so much fun to write omg i hope y'all like it! also i know dazai doesn't necessarily drink coffee with milk and sugar/creamer, but for the sake of the story he does! also sorry if the gif looks weird, i couldn't find his weird little run anywhere else.

synopsis: no one has seen dazai drink milk or consume dairy of any kind...it's up to the agency to figure out if dazai is lactose intoleralnt or not!

warnings: one swear word, dazai not being able to handle dairy

"hey atsushi, you ever notice that dazai doesn't consume dairy?"

"what do you mean, y/n?" atsushi asks, glancing up at you from the computer.

"think about it. have you ever seen dazai drink milk? eat cheese? buy ice cream?" you press on, raising your brows.

atsushi takes a second to think before responding with, "now that you mention it, no i haven't...why are you asking anyway?"

"i think dazai is lactose intolerant."

you now have atsushi's full attention as he rolls closer to your desk and furrows his brows. he looks around the room for the brunette you're talking about before turning back to you, "you think so? i don't know...maybe it's like a dietary thing."

you deadpan, "you really think the man who goes out of his way to try new attempts at committing suicide--the one who came into the office with a hallucinogenic mushroom from a random mountain--is concerned with his own nutrition?"

atsushi goes silent and nods his head in agreement.

"come on, atsushi. i mean, why would that be the one thing out of his entire diet that he'd choose to cut out?"

"that's true, i've seen the kinds of things he eats...but why is this something you're interested in?"

"because, atsushi, the thought of THE dazai osamu even having one slight weakness--and the fact that it very well may be dairy, of all things-- is amusing. you don't find it interesting? that he can survive things like bullet wounds and getting kidnapped without any problem, but a glass of milk could completely ruin him?"

atsushi was beginning to take interest in what you were talking about. you had a point, he couldn't deny that. they don't know much about dazai and his life as it is. just as it began clicking in his brain, kunikida walks over to your desk to tell you both to get back to work. at the sound of his footsteps, you turn towards him and before he can say anything at all, you ask him the same question as atsushi. kunikida has a smiliar reaction and response to atsushi, which just adds to the curiosity of dazai's possible dairy problem.

"i don't pay attention to that idiot's diet anyway, nor do i care." he says matter-of-factly.

anyone could tell that kunikida was slightly interested, just by the way he was continuing to linger by your desk as you continued talking about it with atsushi. soon enough, tanizaki had joined the conversation; then ranpo and kenji, and soon everyone in the agency other than fukuzawa. everyone was huddled around your desk, sharing memories of dazai's lack of dairy consumption. it was then decided that this theory of dazai being lactose intolerant would be put to the test when dazai returned to the office.

ranpo had come up with the idea, it wasn't too elaborate but a simple plan that could trick even the likes of dazai into drinking a glass of milk. during the discussion of dazai's dietary habits, it was also brought to everyone's attention by kunikida that it seems dazai doesn't have a high spice tolerance either. with that in mind, the plan was for the agency to have a joint dinner tonight, with curry on the menu tonight; spicy curry to be exact. dazai always flirts with you in the office, so it was your job to distract him by indulging in his pick-up lines and such. once he takes a bite and realizes it's too spicy for him, he'd try to find water to alleviate the pain, but coincidentally there is no water in sight. because of this, he'd be forced to drink the glass of milk you hand him. of course, if this didn't work, for dessert you'd give him a cup of coffee with milk and sugar (he uses non-dairy creamer in his coffee anyway).

you and kyouka set up a table to put the bowls of curry on, while atsushi and kunikida began bringing in the curry. tanizaki, naomi, and ranpo were in charge of getting the desserts to really sell the image of a nice gathering. kenji and yosano were in charge of tinkering with the water pipes to close off any possibility of access to water. this task was treated with such care, as any mission brought into the agency would be. each and every one of you were interested in learning about this side of dazai; are you going the extra mile for such a minuscule detail of someone's life? yes, but will it be amusing to find out the truth? also yes.

soon enough, dazai is spotted out the window. the truth is about to be revealed, and you are all nervous but excited.

"remember guys, act natural! operation: dairy for dazai starts now!" you exclaim quietly.

you can hear everyone take a deep breath and begin "talking" amongst themselves as dazai walks in. he stops in his tracks as he eyes the table holding all the bowls of curry and widens his eyes in surprise.

"oh? what's this?" he asks, gesturing to the table.

"y/n suggested having dinner in the agency tonight, so we got some curry and desserts." atsushi explains.

"have a bowl, dazai-kun." you smile at him as you hand him the bowl of spicy curry.

"ah, you're too nice, my belladonna!" he exclaims and grabs the bowl.

so far so good, you think.

you can feel the tension in the room as everyone waits for dazai to take a bite. the conversations carry on amongst people, but no one was truly paying attention to what was being said. the gazes of each member of the agency shifted to dazai as he raised the spoon up to his mouth. you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths, even kunikida was sweating.

once the spoon had been placed in his mouth, everyone froze in place. you and atsushi tried to pretend to not be paying much attention to dazai, but it was so hard not to when all of a sudden he stopped chewing. you both slowly turn your head towards him and see his eyes go wide once again. he hurries to the nearest trashcan and spits out the spoonful, quickly turning and looking for a cup of water on the table.

"w-what's wrong, dazai-san?" atsushi asks, also sweating.

"h-hot! spicy curry! atsushi-kun, i need water! please!" dazai exclaims.

you run to the table and pretend to look for a cup of water before grabbing the glass of milk and hurrying towards dazai.

"sorry dazai-kun, i couldn't find any water, but i heard milk helps with the pain!" you hold out the glass of milk.

it feels like time stops as dazai sits there, breathing shallows breaths in attempts to stop the fire in his mouth, and contemplating whether he wants to try his luck with continuing to gasp for air or drinking the milk. he hates suffering, after all. in his mind, all that matters at this moment is extinguishing the flames dancing on his tongue. he grabs the glass, just as planned, and drinks a couple big gulps. everyone is now turned to him, asking if he's okay.

"i'm...fine." he says between pants.

now it was only a matter of time. the dinner continued as normal, but dazai wasn't as social as usual. he sat down with you and atsushi as you continued to talk about different missions.

"oh yeah, dazai-kun, do you remember--" you turn to look at him but realize he's staring at the ground intently as sweat beads on his face, "dazai?"

he blinks once and tries regaining his composure as he looks up at you with his usual smile, "yes, belladonna?"

"are you feeling alright?" you ask with concern laced in your voice.

"of course i am!" dazai tries to reply cheerily, but his bright tone is cut off by a rumbling in his stomach that makes his face twist.

he tries replacing his expression with a smile again, but it looks more pained as another low rumble emits from his body. at this point, everyone in the office is stealing glances. he looks back at the ground as his eyes widen yet again, and only two words are uttered before he takes off running to the bathroom:

"oh shit."

everyone stares at the door, processing what just happened. it was so silent, the only sound you could hear was dazai's rapid footsteps echoing down the hall.

"i knew it." you smirk a bit to yourself.

but your feeling of victory is brief as the horrid smell invades your nostrils. your poor co-workers get assaulted by the same stench, and you all are forced to evacuate.

operation: dairy for dazai was a success, but at what cost?

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BONUS: how chuuya found out about dazai's lactose intolerance

chuuya was the only person who knew of dazai's problem with dairy, but the way he found out was purely accidental and scarred him.

the event took place when they were 17, and they were both stopping for a drink at a local cafe after a mission. the mission wasn't too bad, but it was early in the morning and chuuya wanted coffee. dazai told him it would stunt his already lacking growth, so chuuya wasn't in the greatest mood; he never was around dazai.

"i wanna sit down so you can order for me!" dazai claps his hands together.

"hey! i don't wan-" chuuya begins to protest but dazai cuts him off while walking away.

"you know what i like!"

chuuya grumbles in annoyance as he heads to the counter and orders two drinks. in his fit of anger, he accidentally ordered two coffees with milk and sugar, but failed to notice as he brought the cups to the table dazai sat at. he narrows his eyes as he sets the cup down in front of dazai and sits across from him. chuuya stares out the window to try and tune out dazai when he hears dazai ask him something quietly.

"is there...milk in this?"

chuuya scoffs and replies, "what's wrong, can't handle a bit of milk?"

he was obviously joking, but the sound that emits from dazai's body in response makes him realize it was no joke. dazai quickly stands and runs to the bathroom while chuuya sits there in disbelief, but with the hope that the rest of the day won't be ruined because of it.

that was wishful thinking though, as they frequently had to stop at public restrooms on their way home and chuuya had to deal with the rancid odor that followed dazai as closely as his own shadow.

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❄️Todoroki HC's🔥

Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.

- - -

General

Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.

He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.

He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.

Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?

Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.

Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.

Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.

He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.

He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.

Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.

Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.

Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.

This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.

- - -

Dating

A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.

Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.

Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.

Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.

Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.

He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.

STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.

Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.

Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.

He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!

The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.

- - -

Icy-Hot

I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.

If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.

Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?

Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.

Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).

His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.

Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.

Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.

His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #gender neutral reader #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #smut #fred writes #bnha #mha

[dreamingmanip]

“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene. 

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone  glowed  and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off. 

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important. 

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair. 

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”. 

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero". 

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group. 

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes. 

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving. 

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you". 

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds. 

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's". 

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart. 

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice. 

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" 

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her  cautious blue eyes looking back at you. 

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months". 

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends. 

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive". 

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak. 

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said. 

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

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[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hey Moosh! Glad to see you around :) May I ask for (yeah, I'm predictable) Law and Zoro with E, K and Z? If they were already taken, feel free to chose something else randomly. Good luck with the event :)

Hi bas! I these two I don't get to write for as often but I hope this turned out to your liking :) 💙

Zoro 

E   :   EMBRACE.   Does your s/o like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Face full of tits

Zoro is...meh with hugs, he doesn't go out giving them but if he were to receive one, depending on the person, he might not fight against it. 

When in an embrace with Zoro, it's always an experience of a sudden burst of supporting warmth, his arms safely wrapped around your waist so he can tuck his face in the crook of your neck and just...take you all in. The Marimo have a very comforting aura to him, that it is very easy to feel safe and protected in his presence. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Given his Zoro nature, you're most likely the first real relationship he's ever been in so at first his kisses are very clumsy, awkward, and he's isn't exactly sure where to put his hands at the start. However, when Zoro is determined to learn something he ends up mastering it eventually so his kisses much later on are breath stealing and completely ravaging with passion and he never fails to make you an absolute to turn you into a heated face mess when he's done. 

Z   :   ZZZ.   how is sharing a bed with your s/o?

This is Zoro we're talking about, the man tends to sleep just about anywhere to the point where sleeping in an actual bed is rare, although in the moments he just sleep in his hammock that he shares with you he loves for you to sleep on his chest as the two of you sway along as the Sunny sails forth. However, depending on how you can put up with it or not he has a very bad problem of snoring - loudly - to the point where it can actually keep you up at night. If he falls asleep before you do, he has very soft hair for you to play with your fingers as a way for you to relax yourself and drift into dreams. 

Law 

E   :   EMBRACE.   Does your s/o like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Law can be...awkward with touch at times. So with hugs, most times Law will stand there and just not really know where to put his hands, he's just not really used to any type affection like just (except from a certain fluffy polar bear) Now you are his partner after all, so it's not like he minds hugs and embraces from you it's just he has moments where he's not sure how to exactly return it, especially in the beginning of your relationship. It's in his mind that with one wrong move you would shatter like glass and he definitely doesn't want that. But with time he gets better with it, each hug he lets himself completely become drowned by the warm safe feeling. So yeah, Law loves your hugs. 

At first it can seem rather awkward, with him not sure where to put his hands and becoming rather stiff, but with time they become more and more comfortable, sensual, and lasting much longer. He also tends you stay quiet, letting you talk or just basking in the wonderful familiar sound of silence. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Yes, you see not only does he have some experience under his belt, but Law is quite the visual learner and he learns things quite quickly so once he learns just the right way you like for him to kiss you, he doesn't just go with that he messes around to learn how to even make it better and even more swoony and light headed. 

Z   :   ZZZ.   how is sharing a bed with your s/o?

Well first of all with the man's insomnia and his workload it's a miracle sometimes to even get him to go to bed in the first place. At this point you've lost count of the number of the times you've had to walk into his office to catch him pass out at his desk and drag his ass back to bed. But the times you actually do manage to convince him to sleep on an actual mattress, you'll find he actually doesn't move that much in his sleep. The position that he eventually conks out in is the position he'll most likely wake up in the next morning so he honestly makes a good pillow to sleep on without the fear he'll squash you in his sleep. And of course Law is an amazing person to talk to before actually going to bed, he can keep up with a conversation just about anything with his own interesting opinions and questions, it's just a rather comforting experience to talk about random bullshit without the anxieties of the actual current state of things in the world and it's definitely something Law very much appreciates being able to do with you. 

If you like what you read please consider reblogging! It means the world for writers and artists!

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #mine #moosh's 2021 valentine's day special

[freeseafirefly]

For our today (The Final Stroke spoilers, ficlet)

Not exactly a fic, just a few random scenes put together that hopefully make some sense. I wouldn't call it my theory for part 2 of The Final Stroke either. It’s mostly my attempt to analyse Rin’s take on the events, also I just wanted the coaches to do their thing and actually help the boys.

(and yeah, have i mentioned my english is kinda limited but i try, so pls bear with me)

The aftermath of Rinharu scene at the end of The Final Stroke Part 1 , Rin's side of the story. Obviously, based on the movie spoilers (since I won't get the chance to watch it in the near future) so may contain mistakes and misinterpretations.

"Rin, it's Makoto. I still can't reach Haru. I know he's in Tokyo but he won't pick up his phone, and I— Did something happen? Back in Iwatobi? Please, call me."

"Rin, it's me again. I mean, it's obvious that something happened but— I know it can get...rough...between you guys sometimes, but you always figure things out eventually, so I'm probably overreacting a bit? Just…let me know if I can...do something, okay? Anything. Please, call me. Bye."

"Hi, Rin, it's Makoto. I know you're probably not in the mood to talk about it, but Sousuke is worried, too, even though he says you just don't wanna be distracted right now and will call once you feel like it...but we just want to know if you're doing ok? Gou said you texted her and you're just training hard but— *pause, a sigh* We met Haru the other day. Rin, look, I just— I need to know what happened. It's never been this...bad. Not since that winter in middle school. He's just…not himself. He cut off everyone. He looks calm and he's never been this fast but— Ugh, I'm sorry, Rin, you probably don't wanna hear all this and I'm sorry for pestering you but please, just let me—or Sousuke—know what's going on? Don't shut down. We're past this, aren't we? Well, that's it… Hang on there. Bye."

~

It isn’t working.

Now that there's no free to worry about, it should have. Nothing distracts him (except some occasional voicemails he still listens to just in case there's something urgent), nothing divides his efforts and attention, nothing needs improvement except his butterfly. Rin steadily reaches his peak form. Warming-ups, strokes, breathing, perfecting his dolphin-kick, drylands, physio, morning jogs, calories and 8-hour sleep in the calmness of his empty apartment.

The water is also empty when Mikhail tells him to go all out so he could time him. Rin hardly feels its touch, its pressure, its resistance. It must be easier this way.

It’s not. The water slides past him, slips through his fingers, imperceptible, hollow, and that lightness in his body becomes a curse. It feels as if he were in zero gravity: not a point of support, no directions, only an inexorable force of inertia. There’s no use in clutching at emptiness...

When he touches the wall, Mikhail flashes him a cheerful smile and announces yet another shitty time. Rin rips off his goggles and pushes himself out of the pool. He isn't even tired. His body is still filled with strength. He knows that this is not his limit...but he can't reach it. Not to mention, surpass it.

Rin wonders how he did it before.

Even his personal best of half a year ago seems an unreachable goal.

Mikhail praises him casually and comments on some details to work on, as if everything were normal, and maybe it is now. Maybe this is how it is going to be.

It's ok, though. Mikhail is ok. His casual approach and the lack of questions are ok.

Rin doesn’t want to talk about it.

There is a new voicemail in his inbox when he checks his phone in the locker room. Rin opens it knowing he won't have anything to answer.

"Hi, Rin. It's Makoto. It's been a while, huh… Just— Um, I just wanted to let you know that I'm there for you. It's okay if you don't want to talk about...that. We don't have to. But please, call me anytime. Okay, Rin? Anytime. Take care of yourself. Bye."

There's an edge to Makoto's voice that he can't hide behind his soft and warm tone.

I'm sorry, Makoto. Not now. I can't right now.

Rin shoves his phone in his bag and heads toward the exit. There's no desire to kick garbage cans or destroy things, there's no anger pushing against his ribs and seeking a way out. He walks, firm and steady, and thinks that maybe tomorrow he'll feel something, a frustration bad enough to bring back the drive into his body. That familiar frustration of failing on the way to his goal.

...What is his goal now, by the way?

To sign that piece of paper? To hang that piece of gold on his neck? To listen to the solemn melody and look at the red circle on the white cloth being raised toward the ceiling? And then what?

As he makes his way out of the Aquatic Center, the world is bleak, the autumn day fading into the twilight, but still too sharp against his eyes. Rin feels as though for the first time in his life he's perceiving things as they are. No hazy fog of romanticism adorning them. The bare essence.

He wonders if there's a way to gain it back, and if he even wants it back.

But Mikhail doesn’t let him as much as complete that thought, startling him from behind by throwing an arm around his shoulders. "Rin-kun! I've found that Japanese place I was told about the other day! What do you think if we hit it tonight and find out if they make any decent ramen like they claim?"

~

The ramen must have been more than decent, because Mikhail can't shut up about it on their way down the street, towards another place he suddenly feels in the mood to swing in as the early darkness closes over the city, and the world goes smaller and warmer under the artificial lights. The place turns out to be the familiar bar.

Rin doesn’t refuse to tug along. He just thinks of Natsuya and wonders how much Mikhail needs to consume to end up a babbling, then a snoring on his shoulder mess like the older Kirishima. Then he thinks of Ikuya. And when he thinks of Ikuya, Rin ends up thinking about him again.

He gulps down a swell of nausea and finally wants something. He wants to fucking leave.

“Ah, that beer is my favorite! It's worth of becoming your first, Rin-kun! C'mon, my treat!"

Rin sits up straight with a start, his heart giving out a thud. If his coach of all people is pouring him alcohol, it must be bad.

Real bad.

Behind all his laughter and nonsensical remarks, there is a sharp glint in Mikhail’s green eyes. He takes a big gulp of his beer, wipes his mustache and belches. "Ah, Friday nights are the best!"

~

One and a half mugs in, and Rin ends up spilling everything, the cold and the heat of that night finally pouring into words. But no relief comes. Not like the time he admitted his true feelings and cried all over Haru on the ground under that tree. Now, Rin just feels numb, and hollowed out, but mostly tired. His eyes are dry and heavy.

“Advising you to focus on fly was…” Mikhail lets out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t realize it would be too much. To think that Haruka-kun would take it that bad…”

“It’s not your fault.” Rin slumps in his chair. “I myself thought that it’s different now. I always pushed him toward the future I wanted, and I believed he wanted the same. Us on the world stage together, walking one path… I sacrificed free for that future, yet he still thinks I'm just a selfish coward.” Rin takes a gulp, the bitter taste of beer somehow softening, or maybe just diluting the bitterness he feels rising inside. “That I just drag him into...whatever I please on a whim, and then run away and ditch him. In the end, he just doesn’t get me. Because he never really wanted the same, I guess… We were never on the same page.”

A searing ache blazes his heart and cuts through his body to the very fingertips as the bright vision of their future together crumbles before his eyes, once again.

"But the worst thing is that he's right. I fucked him up and ran away... I made him feel guilty, and he stopped swimming because of me. And I never even checked if he was ok, never even imagined I could affect him like that. I am a self-centered jerk, I guess. How can I expect him to get it now, what have I sacrificed our free for..."

Rin takes another gulp, a bigger one, and wonders how in hell it’s supposed to help...

“I’m sorry, Rin. I never wanted you to sacrifice anything. When I said you should probably focus on one stroke to improve your chances, I— I failed you. The moment I failed to understand the importance of free for you two.”

Rin shakes his head, and he wants to say once again that it’s not Mikhail’s fault, that the decision was his, yet he ends up saying instead, “Free always connected us. No matter how far away we were…”

“Hmm…" Mikhail tilts his head, and for a few moments he just rubs his beard as if solving a tricky crossword. "Why must you connect only through swimming, though?”

“Eh?”

“Are you sure you understand him? You talk about the future, but what he talks about is today. If I understand what you told me correctly, he’s just sick and tired of you leaving him. The future you tell him about is but an elusive thing for him, when there’s a void in his present.”

“A...void?” Rin looks at him, confused. Having a dream and a clear plan for the future—isn't it exactly what fills the present with purpose?

“He is desperate to win, desperate to achieve something while he believes he still has that unique talent of his. What is that desperation? His loneliness, Rin. All he’s got is that record to aim for. Believing that it somehow will fill him up. He must have felt for a while as if he was alone in this. That's what it is. Alone and empty in that deepest way no friends can fix, nobody but one person.”

Rin’s chest squeezes with pain. His voice comes out rough when he exhales, his mouth twitching in a bitter mockery of a smile, “And that’s why he regrets ever meeting me?”

There must be something in his eyes that Mikhail winces and backs off as if burned.

“Uhm. Well, you see...words like these could only be said if the pain of parting with you surpassed all the joy and excitement of swimming with you. I know that excitement, Rin. That dazzling fire, that rush of life you only experience when racing each other… There was a time I had it, too. And few things can be huge enough to make you say ‘It’s better I never knew that fire.’ It’s hard for me to even imagine. Because when I lost it, there wasn’t even a moment when I felt that way. Apart from sadness, I only felt grateful that I’d had it.”

Rin drops his eyes, reflections of the lamps swirling on the gold surface of his beer making his head swim. He sees another light, though. A dazzling fire, a rush of life...

“It’s...not only racing each other," Rin admits. "It’s many other things, too…” He thinks of all their silly contests, challenging each other, bickering over the mundane things. Then just...sharing one space together, silence alive with the sounds of their cautious breathing, and the blood pulsing in his ears to the excited pumping of his heart... Almost every moment with him feels like that.

To wish he'd never had it… Rin knows that feeling too, yes. Once, he tried so hard to forget, to break free, to be done with it once and for all… Only to find out that along with it, he'd lost his will to go on. Standing under that tree by the arena, having just dropped everything, his mind desperately offering options of what the hell to do with his life now, only for each of those to get stuck in the thick fog of apathy. Nothing. I want nothing. I just want to disappear.

Mikhail's voice rips through the shadows of his past, bright and close, “You love him, right?”

Rin sucks in a breath. When he blinks and jerks his head up, a hot drop breaks free and rolls down his cheek. He looks at Mikhail with wide eyes, unshed tears trembling in them, unable to blink, unable to deny. Unable to run away.

It isn't like when Sousuke would tease him about it, with a casual smirk and quiet notes of sympathy in his voice that Rin could pretend not to catch as he would casually bite back. It is all real now. A question that needs answering. Because it is no longer irrelevant. (Probably has never been.)

“It’s not hard to guess,” Mikhail’s eyes are warm, and his voice is soft. Would his father’s voice have sounded this soft, had he been the one to have this conversation with Rin one day, he can’t help but wonder, another pain joining the excruciating burning in his chest. “You don’t pursue relationships, you don’t even look at your peers. You pour yourself whole, body, heart and soul, into swimming as if it truly were the only thing that connects you.”

“I— It’s—” Rin chokes. He gulps on a heavy lump and tries to push the words out. “I...always thought it was. The only thing.”

His voice sounds raw. He digs his nails into his palms to steady his trembling hands.

“If you use swimming as an instrument to connect to somebody, you will never be free in the water, always chasing, always desperate not to lose sight of them. Rin-kun, the thing is you can only go that far on the strength of your desperation. And I’m not coaching you to despair. I’m coaching you to enjoy yourself.”

Free…in the water.

Mikhail shakes up and probably gets up to order something—Rin can't register, frozen on his spot, the world shifting and losing shape in the corners of his vision.

The coach returns with a smug smile on his face and another set of beers in his hands. “Yosh. It seems we’re finally getting somewhere. What d'you think?”

Rin says nothing as he accepts another mug, too deeply shaken for casual remarks. He just hopes Mikhail won’t go for vodka in the next round.

“...I know it may come as a shock to you, but I’m actually not a big expert in romance,” Mikhail confides with a dramatic sigh and shakes his head, all the seriousness of the previous conversation lost in a blink. “You will never convince me though that A Rat's life 1 was any better than the second one, and nope, she shouldn't have told him the truth in the final scene, period...! Well, real life is another thing, though… But don't get me wrong, I was hella popular! They would ask me out so often I had a hard time remembering the names...but then ditched me just as fast. Until one day one of them didn’t. I don’t even know why, what about me was different that time. Or maybe she was the different one. I’m just glad I came on that date. So, I don't really know how it all works, even though we've been happy together for a decade. But I do know one thing.” Mikhail leans in, his eyes flashing that sharp glint in the shadow of his drawn eyebrows. “If you keep sacrificing your today for the future, you may end up losing both.”

Rin downs his drink and ends up bumping the mug against the table, having misjudged the effort and the distance. He wants to say that no, she totally was right telling him the truth in the end but it didn't save the movie from being trash overall and of course A Rat's life 1 is so much better romance-wise even though the CGI sucked. He also wants to say that there's no romance to talk about between him and Haru, and real life is indeed so different from a movie.

He ends up saying instead, his tongue numb and his voice a soundless mutter, "I wonder if I already have."

~

“I seriously think you should stop sending them down a bad path, Ryuuji.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Who? Me? From a few mugs of beer? Hahaha! I know my Japanese is flawless but you forget I’m not an actual Japanese with your zero alcohol tolerance! Don’t ditch the question, though.”

“You haven’t asked any.”

“I have. So, I wanna know why do you go on teaching them to throw things away? Kinjou-kun, now Nanase-kun. And those guys you coached before.”

“They all come to me and ask me how to become stronger. I tell them the truth. And they do become stronger.”

“After they bury their hearts…”

“You’re a romantic, Mikhail. Competitive swimming is just a chain of rational decisions. The most efficient one succeeds. It’s not ballet.”

“Tell me one thing, Ryuuji. What is it for, then?”

“You’re delving too deep. What do people want to succeed for? Various reasons. Mostly self-fulfillment. Pride. Money even.”

“Then let’s talk about you. What do you coach for?”

“I thought you get it. Of all people.”

“I thought that, too, but I was mistaken. Now I think I understand. You feed off their young passion, watching them grow bitter and lonely, just like yourself, because only then you don’t feel alone. You ruin them, just like you ruined yourself, because deep inside you still want to connect to somebody.”

“Hahaha! How much more cheesy can you get? Painting me as some villain mastermind! Besides, I don't even feel lonely. You don’t leave me the chance with all these calls in the dead of the night."

"Ryuuji?"

"What now?"

"You were never alone, you know? Because I'm always there for you."

"Oh shut the fuck up and go sober up a bit."

~

"You said I cant become stronger if I do what other people do."

"Have you decided to do what's necessary?"

"I have. To become stronger. I've cut off everything."

Another untimely call keeps replaying in his head as he takes a walk down the street. The night is pitch-black, cutting into his tired eyes with hundreds of lights flashing by. The contrast is unnerving, something Ryuuji has never been bothered by before. Something cold and something hot are tangling without merging inside him, too. The feeling is almost foreign by now. Nauseous. He wants to throw it up.

...You ruin them, just like you ruined yourself… Is this what he has become? He only wanted to help them. He only wanted them to not feel that pain. Be stronger. Not to crumble in pieces when a dark wind comes and strikes them, sweeping something dear away.

Not having attachments must have been the answer.

"...e v e r y t h i n g."

A lonely wanderer in the night, for the first time in years he stops to raise his head toward the black sky and face the question:

Is one dark blast worse than the permanent darkness?

~

"Hi, Rin. It's Makoto again. I know you're probably sick of these already— But I heard from Ikuya. About your and his decisions. I should have asked him earlier. But I understand everything now. You should call me. We need to talk."

His head is still heavy and the world is still spinning behind his eyelids whenever he blinks, yet the sense of urgency steadies his fingers as Rin touches the call back button.

Makoto picks up the moment he raises the phone to his ear.

"Rin…! You really called! How're you doing, are you ok?!"

His voice sounds raw as Rin asks right back, "You do?"

"Eh?"

"You really do understand, Makoto?"

Is it true what Mikhail told me? Is it about him feeling left in the void each time I leave? Is it the same for him now as it once was for me, the pain so bad he just wants to extinguish the very memory to not feel it?

"I said that it's never been this bad since that winter of middle school," Makoto begins, his voice soft and paced, and Rin curls up and hugs his knees, bracing himself. He has to hear it all. He should have heard it all so long ago. "Ikuya and I, we both saw him back then, cutting off everyone, shutting down. Fading away. Just...functioning. I didn't know for years what had happened, Rin. Only when you returned, he began to open up. All those years, he thought he'd hurt you, and that he'd lost you forever. All the other times…like when you left for the first time, or when he heard you saying you quit swimming, or when you seemed to move on with your future plans without him…and recently, ever since you failed to qualify for 100m free in the All Japan… It was more or less the same. This past year, he looked hopeful and determined, yet there would be times I'd catch myself thinking he's just struggling to endure it until he can meet you again. That he's not enjoying his present, and he is scared of not making it to the future you promised him. One where you can finally swim together. He never said anything. You know how he is. But seeing him standing in the pool, lost, staring into the void on the adjacent lane… It was enough to realize."

...to the future that you promised him...

"I was scared, too," he admits. "Scared that I wouldn't make it. That's why I—"

"I understand, Rin. Haru, though... You didn't have the chance to explain him properly, right?"

"That it isn't just about swimming for me?" Rin mutters. "No. I didn't."

"Neither it is for him, I believe."

"Do you think…" Rin peels off his sweaty fingers from the phone to readjust. And doesn't know how to finish the question.

What question exactly, anyway? Do you think I was the idiot all this time? Do you think we both could swim freely if only we stopped chasing each other in the water and...connected beyond it? Do you think it's not too late to tell him the truth I've just admitted to you?

Do you think that he…

"I think you should find it out, Rin," he hears a warm smile in Makoto's voice. "I really think it's about time that you did."

#free! #free! the final stroke #free! fanfiction #rinharu #harurin #fs spoiler #the title is supposed to mirror For the future #idk how exactly Haru worded his I've thrown away everything line #but if he said everything then Rin IS his everything #no i'm not ok #in either case that's what he meant #rin matsuoka

[theravenclawlover]

Welcome to the Industry of Porn

Paring: Avengers X Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.

Word Count: 3,811.

Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.

Chapter: 3.

Chapter Title: Shall we begin?

A/N: This part is where we get to see some more cameos baby. I swear, I still do not know what made me want to write an AU about the Avengers as pornstars, like the hell? Please, I have never not even in other fandoms seen anyone thinking about this idea which made me feel like a complete idiot at first. Now, I'm just here remembering what my seventeen-year-old self thought was somewhat cool shit. Also, let's pretend the people in the gif are actually wearing fancy gala dresses and tuxedos because I couldn't find anything.

Mr. Dickenson had made it sound like heaven when he had told you about the offers that had been offered to you, but now as you read away the contracts you thought it was hell. You thought that it was going to be easy to understand guidelines and whatnot, but honestly, it felt like it was a lawyer's job to read those contracts. But Cassie helped you read them and gave you a rundown on what it said. After understanding what all three contracts entailed, Cassie and you did a deep search on the directors to see if you liked their work. Out of the three, one of them seemed to be more professional than the others. While all of them seemed like good directors neither of you could deny that the other two lacked the originality of the Russo’s. They were brothers and they seemed to have a knack for making amateur videos feel natural rather than tacky and cringe. Granted, most of the time it was because of the actors overexaggerating things, but the director could always ask to tone it down. You had only watched the amateur videos because you didn’t want to get your hopes up if you found out they worked for bigger companies. Cassie had made a face before saying that it was a ridiculous thing to do but promised you that she wasn’t going to look more things up.

After that, it wasn���t hard to make a decision, and it had only taken you the majority of the week you had been given. Cassie had told you that she had a good feeling about the Russo’s when you had asked her if you were picking the right choice. You nodded to yourself before calling Mr. Dickenson the next morning to tell him that you had opted to work with the Russo’s. He had been glad to hear the news and had told you not to sign the contract yet as you would be doing that after the meeting on Wednesday where the Russo’s were going to be meeting you. Then he reminded you about the nudes and you had almost groaned at the thought.

It was awkward. You had reminded Cassie about it, who, for some reason, was excited about it. She had rambled on about how she loved doing those types of shoots. You had forgotten that Cassie had done a project with some of the volunteers she had managed to scout around campus where they had to pose in the nude. She had done a wonderful job, but you reminded her that for the most part, they had been covering themselves with a satin sheet while you were to be completely exposed. Her spirits didn’t lower after that, and she was a sweetheart as she tried to make you comfortable to the best of her abilities. You had to admit that no matter how awkward it’d been, you felt good about yourself afterward.

By Wednesday morning you felt ready. Cassie couldn’t help but smile at the way you seemed to have a little more confidence about the opportunity you had been given by deciding to find a job in such a challenging career choice.

“Good morning, Miss Y/l/n. I’m guessing you’re here for your meeting,” greeted the secretary, Jules, as you and Cassie walked out of the elevator.

“Yes, I know we are a little early, but traffic wasn’t that bad this morning,” you said as you walked toward the comfortable chairs.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said as she stood from her chair behind the counter, “come on, I’ll take you to the conference room.”

You and Cassie followed her into the room. It had a long table that could be used for a conference for more than twenty people.

“Now you wait here while I announce Mr. Dickenson of your arrival,” she said as she walked toward the door, “if you would like some light breakfast to be brought to you, just dial twenty-one and ask for the menu.”

She left after that and Cassie didn’t hesitate to grab the phone and dial the number. She ordered some fruit and waffles while you had opted to order everything that sounded good. Within ten minutes, a young man walked in with a food cart and situated it near where the coffee maker was set up. After he excused himself, you and Cassie ate in silence while you two waited for Mr. Dickenson and the Russo’s.

Five minutes after having used the restroom, the door opened to reveal Mr. Dickenson and two other men walk in.

“Good morning, ladies,” said Mr. Dickenson as he walked in. You and Cassie got up and walked toward the men as you both greeted them.

“These are Anthony and Joe Russo,” he motioned to each man as he named them. Then he motioned to you and Cassie, “and these are Y/n and her chaperone/manager, Cassie Ayers.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” both men said at the same time as one went for your hand to shake while the other one went to greet Cassie, and then vice versa.

“Likewise,” you both said.

“Come on, let us begin,” said Mr. Dickenson as he motioned to the seats. Everyone sat at one end of the table, ready to get everything in motion.

“I’m guessing you’ve read the whole contract,” you nodded at Mr. Dickenson, “which means there’s nothing much to go through unless you have any concerns and/or questions.”

“No, we’re good. It was pretty understandable,” you said as you sat the big thing in front of you and on top of your nude portfolio.

“Good.”

“We’ve been looking for new faces for a couple of months now, and when Jason sent us your portfolio we knew we needed to get you before someone else did. We are glad to hear you chose us,” said the man that had been introduced as Anthony.

“I don’t know if you got around to see who are some of the people we work with, but I have a feeling that you will be scouted by someone sooner rather than later while you do the small gigs we have in mind for you,” added the man named Joe as he smiled at you.

You smiled as well as you listened to them talk. Soon the conversation revolved around what you would be making as a starting point after they had gone through your photos with you. They told you which angles seemed to be the best ones for you, and while at it, Cassie got her fair share of compliments of her work. They had told you that for any M/F shoot you would get two-hundred dollars, for F/F a total of three-hundred, and for any threesomes, it would be four-hundred, while anything more than four people would go up to five-hundred. An extra hundred would be added to anything that was considered hardcore such as bondages and anything that included unconventional kinks.

After some more talking, you signed the annual contract and celebrated your official introduction to the industry of pornography.

Two Months Later

Oddly enough, you couldn’t be happier with your life choices. Soon after having signed with the Russo’s, within a month, you had managed to work up to ten different gigs. You had finally made enough money to afford going out without having to check your bank account to see you if could afford anything. Granted, you had to make a different account as your main one was under your parent’s name and they could see anything that got deposited. You were not about to tell them that you were a pornstar as well as a college dropout.

All your gigs were pretty standard, and once in a while you got to play a younger step-sister or naughty neighbor, and there’s that one time you had gotten around to play a shy secretary for a knack of dropping pens. You found it fun to play with other people, let yourself step out from your reality, and enjoy a good fuck every so often. You had gotten lucky, you knew that, as you hadn’t had the need to fake orgasms while you did your job. But there was the occasional one after already having had one where you needed to fake it.

But after every shoot, and after getting home, you would feel like crap about everything. Cassie was getting nervous as the days flew past as midterms had come around and you knew that sooner or later the holidays would come around as well, and you would have to face your parents. Your supposed graduation was only six months away and you had yet to tell your parents about your idiotic decision to waste every cent they had spent on your education. But all that guilt would go away every time you got another gig or whenever a new package arrived. The mail person probably could recognize you at random with the number of times they’ve seen you from dropping off something you bought online.

It was a peaceful Friday afternoon when Mr. Dickenson—who you now called Jason—had called you.

“Hello?” you answered as you muted your favorite show.

“Hey, could you come to my office tomorrow morning?” he said.

“Sure, everything alright?” you asked as you walked toward the kitchen to grab a quick snack.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about. The Russo’s and I need to talk to you and Cassie about an event that is coming up. Can you be here by ten? I have to pick up my mother after that, so it’s the only time it works for me,” he said in an almost sheepish voice. You smiled.

“Sure, don’t worry about it. Cassie might ask for your head on a silver platter, but I think I can calm her down with some coffee on the way there,” you said as you threw yourself on the couch again.

“Lord,” he huffed a laugh, “alright, I’ll see you both tomorrow then.”

You both said your goodbyes before he hung up.

Cassie had groaned when you told her about the meeting, the poor girl was exhausted, and she just wanted to sleep through the weekend before the next week came. You had only offered her a sheepish smile and the promise of iced coffee. She begrudgingly accepted as she went to bed early, so she wouldn’t be snappy in the morning.

“So, this supposed to be like the Oscars but with raunchy movies?” you said as you summarized the important event the men had talked about.

“To simplify it, yes, the Adult Entertainment Expo or AEE is based on the Oscars, but we are attending the after-party only, the show itself is not that entertaining,” said Jason as he sipped his hot coffee.

“The after-party is said to be better than the Golden Globes’ one, and that comes from the mouth of big celebrities that have gone to both,” said Joe as he stirred his lukewarm tea.

“That’s why not a lot of people get the invitation to it,” added Anthony as he finished his own cup of coffee.

“So, why are we talking about this? It’s not like we were invited,” said Cassie with a confused look. Her face looking less grumpy from what you had seen when she came out of her room earlier that morning.

“Well, you two might not be, but we are, and I think it would be a great opportunity for the both of you to be exposed to the people there,” said Jason as he looked at the both of you, “that’s the best place to find connections to get great opportunities, not to mention you might become close friends with a celebrity or two.”

“Y/n, I was wondering if you would like to attend as my plus one?” asked Joe with a sweet smile.

“Of course, I would love to. It sounds fun,” you said as you chuckled.

“And would you like to be my plus one, Cassie? The food is great,” said Jason as he looked over to the redhead. She smiled and rolled her eyes at that last comment.

“Sure, but if I see one of my celebrity crushes, I’m ditching you,” she said as she gave him a wink. Everyone let out a chuckle.

The meeting ended soon after as Jason had to leave for the airport to pick up his mom. Before he had left, he had told you both that Jules would help you out with the dress shopping the next day as she knew the places to look for the best dresses. He had given no room to oppose him, and like that, you and Cassie had spent all Sunday looking for a dress to wear the approaching Friday.

It had taken you most of the late morning and afternoon to find a dress that you both felt comfortable wearing. Jules had announced that morning that Jason was paying for everything either of you bought that day which had you looking at prices more than you did it when it came to your money. You had told her that he needn’t pay for anything, but Jules had been ordered to do so, which made you roll your eyes. Sure, the three of you had become quick friends while working together, but you still felt a little weird accepting the man’s willingness to pay for everything. What if you had expensive taste? His wallet would cry.

By the end of the day, you two arrived home with more bags than you could carry. Everything was set for Friday night, even the plane tickets to Las Vegas had been taken care of. Nothing could bring your or Cassie’s spirits down, not even the stupid voicemail her ex-boyfriend had left while you two were out had killed her high spirits.

The entirety of the week that followed was spent trying to find the right makeup look and hairdo. YouTube became your best friend that week, and so did that lady that was fantastic in the arts of makeup and hair. Compared to her, you were shit, even the way you applied mascara seemed heinous compared to her expert hands.

When Friday came around, and you two were in Las Vegas after taking an early flight, you and Cassie had taken the liberty of doing a small photoshoot at the hotel room while you two waited for the limousine to arrive later that night. By ten-thirty, there was a knock on your hotel room door. When you opened the door, Jason and Joe stood there with their fancy and expensive-looking tuxedos.

“Ladies, you both look devilishly good,” said Jason with a casual smirk.

“Thank you,” you both replied as you both rolled your eyes at the man’s antics.

“You two will definitely fit in with the crowd,” added Joe as he gave both of you a sweet smile.

You both proceeded to accept the helping hands they gave you both as the men led both of you toward the elevator and down to the awaiting limousine. Anthony was waiting inside with his date, the woman had introduced herself as Sandy. She also worked for the Russo’s, but you hadn’t had the chance to work with her. She was a couple of years older than you and was nice enough to reassure both of you that everything was going to be okay and that there was nothing to worry about but the flashing of the cameras that awaited by the purple carpet.

When the car stopped, you were able to hear the muffled voices of people shouting names as they asked people to look toward them so they could get better angles. That alone had your hands going absolutely cold from anxiousness, but you had no time to panic as the door opened and Jason climbed out first as he grabbed Cassie’s shaking hand. When it was your turn, you gave a deep breath before climbing out as you tried not to flinch from the flashes.

The adrenaline you felt as you smiled at the cameras as they directed them to you and Joe was something else. You were new to this world, so it was no surprise when a couple of people asked Joe about who you were as he walked you down toward the building where the booming music was coming from.

Once inside, that adrenaline was completely different. The atmosphere was like nothing else you had ever experienced at a club. The music was good, the ambiance was comfortable, and the people looked like they had come out from magazines. As you walked down toward an open sitting area, you and Cassie couldn’t help but motion with your heads whenever either of you saw a familiar face. By the time you all had made it to an empty booth, you two had seen Chris Pine, Ryan Gosling, Megan Fox, and even Britney Spears was there.

And you both got to meet even more when some of them started to come over and greet the Russo’s like old friends as well as Jason. There had been no time to dance as the chatter had been more entertaining and so was the food, but before anyone could offer a chance to dance, a loud voice called the names of Anthony and Joe as it approached them.

“Tony Stark,” said Jason as he stood to shake the man’s hand, “I was starting to wonder where you were.”

“Couldn’t come sooner, you know with people always trying to catch a contract with me,” he said as he shook the hands of Anthony and Joe as they got up as well before offering the man a seat which he took.

As he talked about how he had almost gotten pinned down into verbally hiring someone, you had stared at the man long enough to realize that he had been the same man who Captain America had called ‘Boss’ the day Jason had decided to send out your portfolio.

“I’m guessing these two gorgeous ladies are your dates?” he said as he glanced at you both, “where is little Jules? I was hoping for that slow dance I never got last time due to the fact I couldn’t even see straight after that last tequila shot.”

“She’s with her boyfriend, they are celebrating their one-year anniversary,” said Jason as he nursed his drink. “This is Cassie, my plus one for tonight.”

Tony grabbed her hand and proceeded to plant a small kiss on the back of her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Cassie choked out a ‘likewise’ as she blushed three shades darker than her hair.

“And this is Y/n, my plus one, and our newest face,” added Joe as he noticed that Tony now looked at you.

He did the same thing to your hand which you had to admit was classy but because of the way he grinned, it also made the gesture naughty.

“It’s always nice to see new faces around here,” he turned to Anthony’s date, “no offense, Sandy.”

“None taken, Stark,” she said with a smirk and a roll of eyes, “did you bring someone with you or is it just you little gang of Avengers?”

“I did bring someone, actually,” he said as he turned his head back to the large crowd, “you remember my assistant, Pepper? She was talking with someone. But my ‘little gang’ as you called it is also here, but I think I lost them.”

Shortly after his response, a beautiful ginger came over to the table with a smile as she called Tony’s name.

“There you are,” she said as she grabbed Tony’s arm, “sorry for interrupting, I just needed breather from that crowd.”

“We were actually just talking about you, Pepper,” said Anthony as he offered some nuts to the woman which she happily took. But before the conversation could start back up, another voice called out the man with the oddly attractive facial hair.

“Tony!” called out a brunet man. Your eyes noticed how his left hand was covered by a leather glove. “We’ve been looking for you. This place can really be a maze when you’re trying to avoid people.”

Just as his face became clearer in the dark place, you noticed how behind him followed two other people. You and Cassie looked at one another as you both recognized the three people who had just arrived at your spacious booth.

“Looks like I was not the only one trying to avoid somebody,” said Tony with a guilty-ish grin.

“You would try to make a fast escape if those two girls from Brazzers were trying to talk your ear off about working with you,” he shivered as if he remembered something he hadn’t wanted to remember, “I’ve done my fair share of questionable acts for the camera, but last year they talked my ear long enough about things that still haunts my dreams.”

“Yikes,” said Tony as he moved to make more room for the three new individuals. “Well, guys and gals, you already know Jason, the Russo’s, and dear old Sandy, but these two beauties are Cassie and Y/n.”

The woman named Pepper introduced herself with a graceful smile while she sneakily pinched Tony’s arm due to his comment that he couldn’t help from making about how lucky Joe and Jason had gotten for the night.

“Hi, the name is James Barnes,” said the brunet man as he leaned over to shake a hand which oddly enough turned out to be a light kiss on the back of both your and Cassie’s hands, “Nice meeting you, ladies.”

“I’m Natasha,” said the woman who had arrived right after James had, “don’t let his suave nature confuse you, he’s an ass.”

The man grunted something as he ate a peanut. Natasha only gave him a side smirk before continuing.

“And this mass of muscles is Steve.” She motioned to the man that couldn’t look more out of place. He seemed to be at ease but whenever he glanced at the crowd, his eyes would widen as if he was freaking out. He gave both of you a sweet smile and he gave a nod along with a soft ‘pleasure to meet you both'.

You and Cassie tried your best to act cool and collected as you both got around answering questions about how you two found yourselves there. It seemed they weren’t used to seeing brand new faces that they saw themselves trying to actually converse with, so the night ended up being full of chatter, laughter, and creating memories.

Who knew that Jason would be right? That night in Las Vegas would bring opportunities for you and Cassie, and for the first time, the saying ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ would not apply to either of you.

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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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