#Poor Blue. He's trying to be nice but it's hard to get across now

[somegrumpynerd]

Ink went to try and get the cookies back but it looks like he's too late

Part 1

[myosotisa]

Us versus Them - e.m.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

‖  summary: You made the mistake of telling your boyfriend Eddie you were having trouble using one of your toys because it was too strong. He's determined to help.

‖  notes: smut, it's porn without plot, graphic sexual content. 'sir' kink, rope bondage, overstimulation, sex toy use, spitting, slapping (face and body), choking, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, unprotected p in v, implied creampie, implied squirting, mean!Dom!Eddie (with aftercare). it's messy y'all, let me know if i missed anything.

‖  word count: 2.6k

‖  this was written for @ghost-proofbaby because i said i would use all her kinks against her and this is my attempt. so here you go, babe. thanks to @fracturedarkness, @blue-mossbird, and @abibliophobiaa for proofreading and helping me write the ending. enjoy!

“If you don’t stop pulling on the rope it’s gonna break your skin, baby. Maybe I should get you some nice padded cuffs so you can struggle all you want without hurting yourself. But we can’t do that right now so,” the only warning you receive is the meat of Eddie’s palm touching your inner thigh, lining up the shot, punctuating the next 3 words with harsh slaps, “stop fucking squirming.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry! It’s just so, so much,” your voice breaks into a croak at the end, catching on the end of the sentence as your back arches away from the toy that Eddie holds relentlessly to your clit. He tied you up what felt like hours ago and has barely given you a chance to fucking breathe since he’d gotten the Rose Toy in his hand.

He pushes up onto all fours, moving from his prime viewing angle between your quivering legs to hover over your tear stained and flushed pink face. “Poor baby,” he coos in a mocking tone, his free hand running knuckles down your sweating cheek. “Too sensitive for her new toy. I told you I was gonna help you, didn’t I? Told you I was gonna tie you up and get you used to it, didn’t I?” The relentless buzz sends your eyelids fluttering again, a whimper crawling its way out of your throat as you try to process what he’d asked you. 

The next slap hits you across the cheek, lighter than the smacks on your thighs, but still harsh enough that your eyes shoot back open and your cracked lips break apart in a gasp. Eddie’s thumb and forefinger press into your cheeks on either side, locking your jaw wide as he leans in even closer. Reeling back an inch, he spits hard into your open mouth, hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. “I asked you a question, dumb whore.”

“You did,” you mumble out through the way he grips your jaw, struggling to swallow the thick saliva that pools in the back of your throat from yourself and him. “You told me, Eddie.”

“There we go, now was that so hard?” He asks, eyebrows raising to let you know he does expect an answer. You shake your head the best you can given his hold and he rewards you with removing his hand and the press of a button, making the vibration swap from a constant swirl to a pulsing vibration that you feel from your scalp to your toes.

“Edd-ie!” You keen, your back bowing as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation. He’d learned that if he left it on one setting for a long enough period of time, it would start to lose potency, almost like a numbness, which made swapping the pattern that much more powerful.

“Eddie!” He parrots back to you in a high pitched tone. “Aw baby, you’re drooling all over your chin. Messy girl.”

Eyebrows pinching tight together, a broken moan echoes out into the room as your pussy clenches down hard on nothing. “Please, sir, it hurts.”

“You can’t handle it? It hurts?” His voice pitches up in a taunt, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disappointment. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down hard, tears spilling out from the corner of your eyes as you nod. “That’s a shame baby. Because I need you to squirt all over your pretty blue bed sheets before we’re done.” The idea of needing to hold back in order to achieve that has you whimpering in the back of your throat – your last 3 orgasms had torn out of you like wild animals.

“I can’t – I can’t do it, Eddie. I can’t,” you babble, the words stuck on your tongue like a skipping record as your hazy and sluggish brain tries to make sense of anything.

A ringed hand grips your throat, not cutting off air or blood flow, but with enough pressure to pin you down and make you really feel it. There’s an absolute inferno of lust in his eyes, pupils blown out in an oil fire that shows no signs of stopping any time soon.

“You can, and you will.” His command is deep gravel, sending an electric shiver down your spine. “Don't be ungrateful baby, you take what I give you, understand?”

A sob tears from your throat, tears falling freely as your thighs clamp down on Eddie’s hand and the toy it holds. But you don’t answer fast enough, Eddie’s other hand tightening on either side of your neck to stamp the blood flow to your brain. “You really have lost all your manners, haven’t you, sweetheart? Not a single brain cell in that whole noggin’.” He lets go quickly after, huffing a little laugh at how you suck in air, and then flicks your temple with his middle finger. “Just a stupid slut that can’t think of anything other than how much you want to be filled up.”

The idea of some kind of stimulation other than the Rose has you begging before you can even second guess it. “Please, please sir, want to be filled up so bad. Want your fingers or your cock or your tongue, please, just anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He asks, manic gilt in his eye as his plump lips spread in a sharp grin. “Anything at all?”

“No, no no no no, please, want you Eddie! Want you inside me, please!” You know he would comply maliciously to your request unless you scrambled your thoughts together enough to make a more specific one. Attention wavering from your own body to him as you try to ignore the pressure building in your abdomen for the who knows how many-th time.

“Sounds so pretty, baby,” his sharp grin goes soft, just a bit of teeth behind bitten red lips. “Beg for it again. Better this time.”

The vibrator switches patterns on cue.

“Please!” Comes out as a screech, a burn crawling down your vocal chords that you know you’ll be feeling tomorrow. “Please, sir, want you to fuck me so bad. Want your cock, want your cum insi-ide me. Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-”

A whispered “fuck,” is the first sign you get that Eddie’s resolve is crumbling. It has you gasping out, fingers twisting in the rope that still binds you to the headboard in anticipation. Whenever he got like this, wanting to bring you to tears and desperation more than anything else, it was hard to get him to change his mind. But once the first pillar cracked, betraying his carefully curated domineering persona, it was a short matter of time until all that remained was splinters.

His free hand flies to his belt, fumbling fingers trying to pull it loose. “Okay, baby, I hear you. I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want, okay?” You nod harshly, a full body shiver coasting through you as another moan hits the air. Then a sharp pinch on your inner thigh has you yelping. “I said, okay?”

“Okay, yes, yes, whatever you want,” you rush out, the words tumbling over each other in your haste to not halt the progress of getting this adventure to finally be over, “I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl,” he hits a little love tap right where he pinched, sending another shock straight to your cunt, before he goes back to yanking his belt free. It takes an awkwardly long time for him to do with one hand but you know better than to tease him for it now. You just wait as patiently as you can while he undoes his fly and shimmies his pants and boxers down just low enough for his fat cock to hit the air. Just the sight of it, skin tinted with an angry red and pearly white pre-cum pooled in the foreskin that covers the tip, has your toes curling and your thighs tensing. All you can do is watch as he wraps his long-fingered hand around the top of it, easing the skin back so he can spread the substance down his shaft, a shaky exhale leaving him as he pumps his fist a few times before tilting his hips down toward you.

Realizing he’s going to fuck you fully dressed while you lie naked on your bed has your breath catching again before you even feel the hot mushroom head of him press into you below where the Rose still buzzes relentlessly. “Fuck! Baby, you’re so wet – shit, so fucking t-tight.” He stutters out, clearly affected as he starts to feed inch after inch of his hard cock into your fluttering cunt with a hand gripping the base to stop him from finishing before he can even get all the way inside.

The feeling of him splitting you open, how your own slick pushes its way out of you in rivulets as he bullies his way inside almost threatens to undo you immediately. Your gasp comes out as a croak, your eyebrows drawing tight together in near agony as he bottoms out.

“Sh-shit. Baby, I’m not gonna last. I can-” he cuts off with a groan as you clench down on his length when the vibrations come back to the forefront of your attention. “Can feel the vibe. Feel how close you are.”

“Eddie, please,” you whimper, fingernails digging into your palms as you lose the only control of yourself that you had left when he starts to pull back. He rears back only a scarce inch or two before his hips rush back forward, lips parting soundlessly as his face contorts in feeling. You prepare for the onslaught but curse loudly when he pulls all the way out, leaving you feeling even more empty and bereft than before. Before you can openly question it, he grips your leg and folds it back, knee towards the bedside table, and wedges himself beneath your hips and the bed. He reaches over and hitches your other leg up similarly, using the elbow of the arm that is still wedged between your legs to keep it in place.

Hips tipped up, he forces himself back inside your awaiting hole without warning. Positioned like this, he rubs directly up against the spot on the front wall of your cunt that has you seeing stars and trying not to scream. “There she is,” he sighs out, a satisfied smile gracing his face when he sees your eyes roll back. His hand goes back to gripping the underside of your thigh, pressing the fold deeper as he grinds down into you. “Now we’re giving her what she wants, isn’t that right?”

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking about your pussy and that knowledge sends you spinning, barely keeping afloat as he begins to fuck into you in earnest. “Fuck, baby, never gets old,” the rough material of his jeans rubs against your ass, the metallic clatter of his belt slapping the sides of your thighs each time he bottoms out. “Like this pussy was made for me.”

“Yours,” you manage to squeak out, trying to focus on the way his cock splits you apart instead of the numbing pain of the Rose that still swirls against your overstimulated clit. “Yours, yours, yours.”

“That’s right,” a throaty laugh rumbles through him as he looks down to where the two of you are connected, “my pretty pussy that’s gonna gush all over me, just like I asked.” The vibrator swaps patterns again, the new one way past too much for you, and you can’t stop the scream that forces itself out of your dropped jaw. Eddie groans above you, feeling both the new vibration and how strongly your muscles clench around him as it reacts to the stimulation. “Can feel you, my little slut.” His fingers dig into the meat on the underside of your quivering thighs as he settles into a bruising pace. “You gonna give me what I want? Gonna soak my cock, make a mess of your pretty sheets?”

“Eddie!” Is the only response you have to offer as your eyes pinch closed, trying to focus on letting the pressure within you build beneath the pain of the overstimulation.

“Right here, baby,” he confirms, cold rings rubbing along your thigh to soothe you, “I’ve got you. Just gotta give it to me, sweetheart. Give me what I want. Make a mess.”

The wet squelch of your pussy is obscene as you squeak out an exhale each time he drives home, pressure tipping higher and higher until your fingers, toes, and lips go numb. “E- euh,” you try to get out his name, let him know you’re going to come, that you’re going to give him what he wants, but all you can do is moan out. Loud and long, voice pitching up as his satisfied grin returns again. It only takes a few more rolls of his hips against yours, the curls at the base of his cock flattened wet with your own slick, before you lose yourself entirely.

Vision whiting out, back bowing, muscles in your body clenching tight as all sensation centers around your bullied cunt and then explodes outwards in a rush of endorphins you simply cannot feel. If there was ever a moment that you would describe as ‘leaving the Earth’ it would be this one – and in the overwhelm of that rush, you abandon the ground, floating up amongst the stars until all goes dark.

Did so good for me, sweetheart.

So pretty, so perfect.

Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy.

When your eyes blink back open again, all you can see is the side of Eddie’s head, his hair tucked behind his ear. He’s looking down your body, and as you follow his gaze, the feeling returns to between your legs, where he is carefully wiping you clean with a warm, wet cloth. You're unable to stop the whimper from coming out as you instinctively twitch away from the gentle touch. His big, brown eyes shoot to yours at the movement, pulling the soft cloth away from your sensitive skin. “I know, I’m sorry, baby. I’m almost done. Doing so good.”

Nullified by his praise, you grit your teeth and bare it as he does 2 more soft swipes across your swollen folds and then tosses the rag back toward your bathroom with a wet slap. “Okay, now some water.” A hand tucked behind your shoulder to lift just your head off the mattress, a cold glass of water presses to your dry lips. You take a few grateful gulps before pushing back against his hand to let him know you're done. Not wanting to push you to drink more, he sets the glass down on the bedside table and reaches for your hand, gripping the tender skin of your wrist between his own fingers and pressing a kiss to the marks the rope left behind. “What else do you need, anything?”

Swallowing hard to attempt to find your words for the first time, you shake your head. “Just you, Eddie. Just you.”

- - -

Sneaking back into your shared apartment a few weeks later, you’re careful not to let the plastic bag in your grip make too much noise as you run as quietly as you can to the bedroom. 

Your new purchase is a bit different than the toys you and Eddie have played with so far, but your excitement is almost beyond measure.

After all, payback is a bitch. And it’s you versus him.

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[argreion]

One Coax Away

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Handjob, puppy hybrids and the sort, bits of praise, mama/mommy kink, hints of overstimulation at the end, spit!

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 881

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — Uh, woof woof? I just had a Leon puppy thought so like... yes. Been getting back into hybrids for my bot drop with werepeople, comfort, and HYBRIDS! Somewhat rushed but don't care, I just like puppy hybrid Leon in general being a creep and an idiot. A soft incel 😭

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Fleshlight already went to waste because of Leon. Needy little puppy he was, begging for you to ‘help’ him. Nuzzling up against your thigh with small nips from his fangs. Couldn’t wait till he grew older so that he’d look back at this. From a mile away, you could hear the ‘what was I doing?’ in his head. You could hear it regardless, since sometimes you pondered if the hybrid had a brain. One tap on the temple and his brain rattled. Bouncing around in his skull twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five.

Yet, for someone with a pea-sized brain at some points, he had his charms. The cute little innocent dumb puppy charms.

Rutting into your hand like the sweet little puppy he was. High-pitched whines escaped his rosy lips. As his body and face became flush from the pleasure of his owner’s hand.

“Sweet little puppy you are, Leon.” You cooed, running your thumb gently over his weeping head—Smearing pre-cum over the skin. “Look at how you weep for me, you little slut. Like being jerked off by your nice owner? Aren’t I so nice?” Your words were like crack to him at this point. How he’d get drunk off soft-spoken words like ‘Good boy’ and ‘Sweet little puppy’.

“Yes… Thank you.” Leon whined, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Blue eyes anxiously watched as you stroked him off. Girls never liked a guy with a small dick—always got shamed for it. Poor guy made up for it with his eagerness to please. Shove his face in a clothed pussy and ruin the fabric with his tongue. Made him cum in mere seconds at the smell of fresh, maybe virgin, pussy. Sounded like a guy you heard from videos—an incel.

“Mama, when can I cum?” He questioned, desperation seeping through his voice. As tears threatened to fall from his eyes—to see him begging edged you too, you cruel bastard. Helpless to the will of his owner, bound by the words you exchanged earlier.

“Now, Leon, you know what we talked about, right? No cumming unless mommy says so, ok?”

“Mhm.”

“That isn’t how you address your owner, is it?”

“Yes, mama, I won’t cum without your permission.”

“Good boy.”

Running your free thumb across his lip as you contemplated the question: 'When can I cum?' Did this require a thoughtful response? Hm…

“Well,” you started, thumb gently coaxing his lips apart. Watching as he stared up at you with a lustful gaze and drooping eyelids. “Maybe after another minute, hm?”

As his lips were coaxed apart, your thoughts went elsewhere with the reply. Such delicate lips that you loved to give kisses when he was good. Thoughts recalling his past gaze as he watched you. He seemed fascinated with the way your lips were. Alongside the string of spit, he’d messily lap up. Ending up with you scolding him due to his messy nature.

Leon whined at the sudden pause, pulling you from your thoughts. Holding his hips still as you mindlessly gazed at him. Maybe you’d treat him for being so good the past few days, and open the door to something ‘exciting’. Everyone usually saw some degree of porn that included spit, it wouldn’t hurt to try it yourself.

Your lips were only a breath away as you let your intrusive thoughts win in your head. ‘Would he like it if I’d spit in his mouth?’ The hybrid wasn’t sly when you had a popsicle. Watching with a hard-on as you sucked on it. Wishing it could’ve been his pathetic excuse of a dick. The way his breath grew heavy at watching you just suckle on a simple treat. A creep he was, a horny creep.

You spat into the back of his throat, and Leon’s body froze. His blue eyes widened at the sensation. Aghast at something that felt so… Taboo. 

“M-mama?” Leon muttered, the flush on his face growing brighter. There the pin drops, a floodgate opening.

The sticky warmth that dripped down your fingers was a sure sign of what happened. A little spit, and his brain decided to release it. Cute, but not exactly what you wanted. A hum came from your lips as your eyes met the sure sight of cloudy release. Oozing from his head—down to the bottom of your hand. Dripping onto the sheets to stain them.

Through your lashes, you looked up at the whimpering puppy. Feeling his hips still stutter into the soft, warmth of your hand. “Did I say you could do that?” Your words came out as a threat to his ears. Eyebrows furrowed as his eyes squeezed as you began to spit more harsh words. A tear fell from his tear duct due to the impending doom he faced. “Bad boys like you don’t get to cum, but oh no! You just HAD to, didn’t you?” You hissed, removing your hand from his member to harshly grab his face. Cum-covered fingers dug into the fatness of his cheeks. “If you want to so badly,” You leaned forward, lips gently brushing against the shell of his ear. Felt the shiver that went up his spine as your breath met the delicate skin. Adam’s apple swallowed down his throat as he heard you speak words he’d hate hours later. “Then how about we do this all night, pretty boy?”

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @rigorwhoring, @leqonsluv3r, and one other person I forgot the name of sadly- FUCK.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

.⋆｡Her Poor Cat｡⋆.

Daryl x plus size reader x Rick

Obviously the Alexandrians were pretty vanilla

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and smut, bit of a crack fic, humour, fluff

WC: 900

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The welcome party was an interesting touch to the new-comers. It was so weirdly reminiscent of the old world with the nice clothes and good food and alcohol but at the same time, many in the room carried that haunted look in their eyes from the hell just outside the walls. But the food was fresh and the company was pleasant enough.

Carl had scrambled off a couple minutes ago, presumably to try and sneak some whiskey behind his father’s back, leaving you alone with a sleepy Judith perched on your wide hip. Her chunky hand tightly clutched at your shirt as her big blue eyes fluttered.

“Mama.” She muttered, nuzzling further into your hold. You gently cupped the back of her head and began to sway softly. 

“We’ll leave soon, just need to find your dads and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.” Your eyes skipped over the crowd but you were quickly stopped by someone coming up beside you.

“It’s so good to see healthy children during these times.” Deanna seemed less focused on you and more on the now half-asleep child in your arms, which you were incredibly grateful for considering that your poker face wasn’t as good as it used to be and she legitimately freaked you out.

Judith grumbled as you hitched her higher on your hip. “Judy is an easy baby, pretty much eats anything that gets put in front of her.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You and Rick must be very proud of your kids.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not-“

A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were tugged back into their hard stomach. The scent of cigarettes and motor oil filled your senses as Daryl’s lips brushed against your earlobe. You watched as Deanna went pale, obviously coming to her own conclusion about your relationship with the archer.

“I-I didn’t realise, given how affectionate you are with the kids, I thought Rick was your partner.” You could feel Daryl’s broad chest rumble with discontent.

“So what if he is?” The noise from the party faded away to a faint whisper as all eyes turned to you. Internally, you groaned, vowing to get some sort of revenge on your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry?” Deanna seemed genuinely confused but you knew that whatever was about to come out of Daryl’s mouth would not serve to lessen that feeling.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into his hip, urging him to shut the hell up but like always, Daryl refused to listen. “So what if we’re both fucking her?”

And there it was. Your body sagged with embarrassment as heat raced up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. “You fucking asshole.” Your group all seemed to be holding back their laughter as the Alexandrians were suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. You heard Carl groan loudly from somewhere behind you. “Not again.”

“Both of them?” Spencer materialised beside his mother, jaw practically on the floor. “At the same time?”

Just as Daryl’s mouth opened once more to very rudely answer the mayor’s son, Rick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His grip was light enough to appear friendly but the way his fingers curled into his collarbone kept the other man silent. “What Daryl meant to say is that we are all in a relationship together.”

You then made the mistake of making eye contact with Maggie and Carol who both seemed to be on the edge of suffocation as they desperately tried to stop giggling. You glared at the women and got back a rather rude gesture from Carol that restarted their laughter anew.

“I think I need to get Judy to bed.” You tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip but the stubborn man he was, he just held you tighter.

“How does that work?” The question came from a woman towards the back. You could practically feel Rick’s smirk as he cleared his throat but very quickly, another woman decided to answer for him.

“Obviously they take turns.” A murmur of agreement filled the room followed by- “Oh her poor vagina.” This makes Glenn snort into his drink.

With a horrified look on her face, Deanna spoke again. “This is highly inappropriate.” Yet no one seemed to hear her because someone else piped up.

“I can’t believe that she isn’t pregnant all the time.”

“I think that’s enough of that! Thank you all for the wonderful party, but we really should be going now.” Your voice boomed, starling Judith awake but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Daryl went easily enough as your fingers clamped down on his wrist and you pulled him along, although there was a prideful smile on his lips.

But Rick had other ideas. “It’s not like we don’t try every chance we get.” Faster than you thought you were capable of, you dropped Daryl’s hand and your arm darted out, grabbing Rick’s ear with a force that made him visibly flinch.

“I said that’s enough.” You snarled and tugged him towards the front door, Daryl trailing close behind you. “Goodnight.” The door slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a room full of stunned Alexandrians and your friends who were all laughing loudly.

“Well, I guess that cleared that up.” Deanna murmured and took a long pull of her drink.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

PLEASEEEEE get started on spreader bars! I beeeeeggggg U!!!

No no I know you don’t have time don’t worry I just love how u write everything 🥴😮‍💨💜

I just need u to know u got a pretty picture on my mind of Bucky begging and squirming unable to close his legs and his huge thighs all open for Steve belly down so his pretty ass is all up and Steve’s teasing him running his hands all over but definitely not where bucky NEEDS HIM almost crying because we know Steve loves him some tears

🥴😫😭💀

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I just think that spreader bars should be more prevalent in fandom 😮‍💨😮‍💨 They're so damn hot. Like, I see a lot of bondage in the form of rope and handcuffs in fanfiction (and the occasional rope in fanart), but I would love to see more spreader bars.

Spreader bars... listen... just... legs spread embarassingly wide open, totally immobilized and helpless, unable to squirm under the strength of the bar, unable to get away, unable to get closer, unable to do anything but take it.

Jesus Christ, yeah, you're so right, though, if we're talking about Bucky--

Even a reinforced spreader bar would be creaking and nearly bending, giving in, under the pressure generated by those fucking thighs.

Thick and pretty as shit--Steve just wants to grab Bucky's thighs and squeeze, digging his fingertips into the firm muscle until bruises bloom on his pale gold skin. Real pretty. Decorated with fingerprints. Steve's claim on him. Steve's fingerprints on him. He owns him. Steve's claim on him like the glinting, silver spreader bar parting his legs as far as they can go.

Bucky can't think too hard about that fucking bar or he'll lose more of his head. He can't take anymore.

Steve's been torturing him for ages, stroking his cock nice and slow... dragging it out until he feels like he's going to die... boiling over with lava-thick, molten heat, throwing his head back hard, his hair getting frizzy and flicking itself across his sweaty face as he presses back into the pillow. Strands of his long hair stick to his glistening cheekbones and forehead. Steve keeps "lovingly" brushing it out of his face. Like he cares. Like he isn't making him fucking die. Like he isn't drowning Bucky in electric pleasure that hurts. It hurts so good.

There's a strangled scream right behind Bucky's clenched teeth. His muscles are tensing, he's trying to get away, trying to get more, and trying to not just sob and scream himself raw. He can't close his legs! His hips keep jerking up uncontrollably, chasing sensation. He can't close his legs! He just--

He doesn't know what he wants.

More. Less. Yes. No. Keep going keep going keep going. Stop stop stop.

Fuck it.

Suddenly, Bucky doesn't care. He doesn't care. He surrenders completely.

Totally.

He's not tensing against the spreader bar. He's letting it happen. Letting go.

Bucky is sobbing and he's shaking, his quivering abs are soaked in his own release and his cock still hard despite how empty he feels. Hallowed out. Too much pleasure. Guh.

How many more orgasms does Steve think he can possibly get out of him? 😫😮‍💨

But all that being said... we can't forget Steve.

Did I have that gif saved in my phone? Maybe

Steve deserves a spreader bar, too.

I bet he would break so pretty, too. Poor, little Stevie, flushed bright pink, eyes rimmed red and glassy, looking even more blue than normal, and his swollen, red lips quivering as he hiccups with his overwhelmed sobs. Pleasure feels grating now. He's had so many orgasms torn out of him. Too much! Crying into the sheets, not at all muffling his whimpery, watery sounds.

After lying him face-down on their mattress, Bucky wouldn't be able to resist spreading him open with a spreader bar. It's worth it even if Steve's a fucking trouble maker, out of his mind, stupid, and continuing to hump and grind against the bed, no matter how many times Bucky spanks him for it. He just can't resist the hot, wet friction of his achy cock against the embarrassingly big wet spot underneath him. He's shaking. His ass is blushing just as hot and red as his face, and that blush across the meat of his stinging ass is so bad it's spread to the insides of his thighs. It's pornographic, that color.

Steve will be one lucky son of a bitch if Bucky ever let's him out of bed again.

Woof.

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“Hello! I'm new to requesting so if I suck MB... I really love Matthew patel and there's very little fanfics of him out there 🥲 how about Matthew being beat by Scott (in a world where he doesn't explode into coins) and after everyone leaves, reader helps him collect himself and they end up being friends, and then later on they confess? Gender neutral reader would be nice!! Thank you 💚”

a/n : thank you @habitabel for the request!! i also love how wholesome this is so double thanks (ps. this has slight angst) :3

you were having a great time watching the battle of the bands, you had a shared amount of favorite bands you wanted to see, especially the one named sex bomb-omb was it? soon you became much more invested when some guy flew through the roof, killing the band that was supposed to be battling.

‘oh wow…’ you thought, watching the guy challenging the bassist, poor guy you suppose.

matthew patel you soon to find out it’s the guys name gets pretty mad, soon you watched as the two fought over a girl named romona flowers? you watched, amused, as matthew sung and fought, soon loosing to the bassist, leaving the poor guy defeated on the floor. everyone has soon started leaving since the performance was basically over, the guy still being left on the floor which pulled onto your heart strings.

as people continued to leave you walked up to the guys body to check on him just once before you left yourself, you place your hand onto his chest gently to make sure he was still breathing as he was landed on his back pretty hard. soon a groan came from him leading you to quickly take your hand back as you jumped a bit.

“you okay man? you hit the ground pretty hard…” you asked as you watched him open his eyes and trying to sit himself up.

“yea…i’m alright..” he responded, struggling just a bit, yet you you helped him hold him to his feet.

“your name is matthew patel, right?” he nods as you asked, still feeling shaked up. “im (Y/N), im gonna take you the hospital to make sure you’re alright”, you say as you help led him as he still struggled.

then you know it, about a year passed and the both of you and matthew became good friends after you helped him so kindly, and he was ever so grateful for someone like you, you felt the same. which led you into a small problem, you somehow gained a crush on your friend that you became so close with, it was something you thought about over and couldn’t put a finger on just why you liked matthew so much.

you were on a bench in your local park as this thought pondered in your mind, sighing and lost in your thoughts as small hue of red creeped onto your cheeks as you thought of matthew again and again thinking that maybe today is day you get the confession over with. you didn’t even noticed that he already somehow spotted you from across the park and running toward you as fast as he could.

“(Y/N)..!!” “Matthew!?” you shouted in response as the scream of him calling your name out pulled you out of your imagination.

as he stopped infront of you, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, soon making eye contact with you, with your eyes already placed on him hiding the slight blush on your cheeks.

“i saw you…across the park…so i decided… to come over and talk..” he said taking breaths inbetween a couple words, soon sitting himself next to you.

“you alright…you seemed out of it” hearing his concerned tone made you fidget just a bit, deciding whether if you should go though with this confession.

“yea…is it weird to like a friend?” you asked out of the blue as you continued to fidget, confusing matthew just a bit but soon leading him to smile.

“sooo who’s this lucky person?” hitting your arm playfully with his elbow, soon realizing that this seems a bit serious.

“well…it’s not weird okay..?” rubbing his neck as he says so, “if you’re comfortable, you could tell me who it is…?”

you thought for a moment, then you sighed. better now or never, you look at him and took a deep breath as to give yourself a moment before telling him the truth.

“i like…well…” you say placing your hand onto his hand that was on the bench, looking at him feeling much more nervous than before, “i like you matthew…”

he looked at you for moment, almost speechless and trying to put a single thought together on how to respond. you took him being speechless for the worse and stood up, a bit of tears formed in your eyes and looking down as you didn’t want to make any eye contact with him for one moment out of embarrassment.

“i’m sorry…i-..” “wait (Y/N)…i…” matthew took your hands as he stood up and before you could walk away, gently holding both of your hands into his as it’s like he doesn’t want to hurt them.

“i…i like you a whole lot too, much more than you think..” he admits confidently, caressing your hands as he does so.

“i’ve liked you a lot for a while yknow” he says as he smiles, soon placing one of his hands on your cheeks, gaining a small smile from you which made him happy.

as matthew has his hand place on your cheek, he felt his heart start to race slowly, soon placing a kiss on your lips which was returned. with a moment so valuable, there were a surprise that neither you or matthew could possibly predict.

“woah, sparks??” you two both said confused as the kiss quickly was broken to see what just happened.

you two looked at each other once again, soon laughing and giggling as you two embrace each other in a hug, both of your foreheads against each other. what a great way to confess, you both must’ve thought at the moment.

ahahahahshaa, im so in love with him <333

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Pretty boy

Summary: Blue doesn't take kindly to Basil talking down to himself- birthday present for @ominoose!

Warnings: Just pure filth, overstim, edging, mxm, anal, oral (m receiving), 1 (one) small slap, is not being allowed to cum until you say you're pretty a thing? It is now- no beta we die like blondie, let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUSHIIIII HOPE YOU ENJOY- this fic is inspired by myself and mushi's au of Basil joining Blue's club, but can totally be enjoyed not knowing all the lore to that!

Wc: 633

A hazy cloud, made with winding tendrils of pure, distilled pleasure had been cruelly unleashed onto Basil. He could barely see, for the tears that filled his eyes, spilling down his cheeks. He had goosebumps, shivers rolling up his back in increasing speed, as yet another orgasm approached him.

Words failed him now, language falling flat on his tongue. All specks of thoughts concerning anything other than the way Blue was consistently ramming his cock into him, whilst simultaneously gripping Basil's poor, reddened cock. 

It felt like weeks they'd been like this. Blue didn't like it when Basil spoke badly of himself, this was the consequence. Blue fucking the daylights out of him, forcing him to cum over and over until he realised how beautiful he was. Basil's tummy almost completely covered with the sheen of his own spend- and now the man above him seemed to be discovering his excitement for squeezing Basil's cock so hard he couldn't cum, and when he would finally let go, watching it spurt out almost violently.

Only a few hours ago Basil was getting ready, looking sadly at himself in the mirror, how the situation had changed.

“Hey-” A small but firm slap was delivered to Basil's scarred cheek. He twitched, whimpering, focusing his attention on Blue once again.

The man's smile was almost mean, even when he tried to be nice, Blue came across as conniving. 

“Aw, precious bunny, you're not giving up yet, are you?” 

Basil whined, and covered his eyes with his hands, embarrassed at how hard beibg teased made him. Blue growled- ripped Basil's hands away- “Don't look away from me bunny, I wanna see your pretty face.”

“M’ n-not-” “Don't fuckin’ give me that sweetheart, yeah you are, my pretty bunny, my good boy, yeah? You're my good boy aren't you?”

Basil cried out, his orgasm throbbed in his cock, but it would not come, it would not finally fall over the edge. Blue tilted his head, conflicted. To edge, or to overstim? That was the question. 

Looking down at Basil, flushed and shivering, he decided both.

“You gonna cum baby?” Basil nodded feverishly, muttered begs stuttered out under his breath. 

Blue pursed his lips.

“Hmmmmm.. I'm not sure..” “-Ple-ease-!!” Blue's gaze darkened; “You know what you need to say then, don't you bunny?”

Basil cried out in pathetic frustration, frantically looking between Blue, and his own cock. This entire time Blue had been pummelling Basil's sweetspot with his cock, hot and wet and hard inside him- he slowed his thrusts, just a little, changing from quick to slow, but no less deep. Basil choked.

“I-i” “Mm?” Basil sniffled, “I-im..” “Yes?”  Blue waited on baited breath for Basil to finally say what he'd spent hours trying to coax from him.

Blue licked his lips, Basil gulped.

“I-im a p-pretty boy-aaAAAAA-!!!” -As soon as Basil had uttered the words Blue had curled over to lick a stripe up the base of Basil's cock, before he knew what was happening he was cumming, all over himself and Blue, and then into Blue's waiting mouth- as the man eagerly sucked the head of Basil's quivering cock, making a show of enjoying the taste.

When it had passed, Basil's 300th orgasm of the night, it felt like, he was left sweaty and tired, gently coming down from the aftershocks as surprisingly tenderly, Blue held his hand.

“Mm, best cum I've ever tasted. From the prettiest dick, attached to the most beautiful boy.” Blue leaned over, and kissed his bunny almost sweetly. Basil whimpered at the taste of his own seed on Blue's tongue. 

He pulled back from Basil, and with a parting stroke of his hair, moved to start cleaning up. He was stopped by Basil's tiny voice;

“..D-daddy?” “Yes sugar?”

“...C-can we go again?”

[fireflowersandblood]

Letters From Home - Preview

i promised a preview so. here it is. or maybe. a first chapter. maybe. i'm not promising anything.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x f!reader

WC: 800-ish words

TWs/Warnings: strong language, adult themes

Summary: Knitting for Victory has never been bigger and Tom gets a nice, cozy package from home.

“Hey, look at this, lads!”

Tom’s head snaps up. Immediately, his lips curl into a smirk. One of the men has jumped up on a box of supplies, holding a paper in his left hand. With his right, he’s trying to ward off the poor sod who has just lost his picture. Tom can’t see what it is with all the waving about, but he’s almost entirely sure it’s a lady, maybe even a lady with very little clothing. Little else gets the men this worked up.

“Bennett, for you.”

Before he can react, a paper wrapped package has been placed in his lap. It looks almost like a wrapped Christmas gift, with the string that ties it together, and is no bigger than the Encyclopedias that Lois collected when she was younger. 

“What’s this?” Tom glances down at the package and frowns at the handwriting. It’s nothing he recognizes and he can’t think of anyone who would want to send him something. Maybe his dad, but even that seems unlikely. 

“Red Cross”, his superior explains. “Knitted socks and the like. You’re not the only one.”

Tom gives an appreciative hum and glances back down on the box. The handwriting is neat, neater than anything he could manage, and spells out his full name. To his own surprise, he runs his fingers across the letters, before he takes care to open it.

The box is filled to the brim. He finds not one, but two, pairs of navy blue socks. A matching pullover and hat, as well as a small box of hard candies in all sorts of colors. It feels strange to hold something so normal in his hands, and it reminds him of when he was smaller. His mother used to have them, he remembers, in a small tin box by the radio. She’d always give him and Lois one each, and let them pick between the fruit shaped ones.

“You got socks”, someone next to him complains, and the sigh is nothing if not envious. It makes Tom feel just a tad superior, and he immediately kicks his boots off, tears the old socks from his feet, and pulls the new pair on with a self-satisfied grin. 

“I did”, he boasts. It’s all in good fun; now that the first few months have passed, there’s not as much fighting. Everyone has seen battle one too many times to spend any time asking for trouble, even Tom. “And they’re cozy.”

Everyone close enough to have heard laughs, and Tom takes the opportunity to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He would hate to leave another tin of candies for the rats. 

Tucked away in a corner of the box, he finds a letter. Again, with a handwriting he doesn’t recognize. Not the same as on the wrapper around the box, but something a little smaller and cleaner. He tears the envelope and is met by a sweet, light scent. It takes a moment too long to realize it must be perfume. It reminds him of the one Lois wears, and the thought makes his nose scrunch up. To take his mind off the rather unpleasant thought, he unfolds the letter.

Dear soldier,

When I’m writing this, I have no idea who you are. I might never know who you are. You, however, will know a little something about me when you’ve read this letter.

I’m the person who has made you the socks and the sweater. I hope you’ll find them useful and warm. The rationing has made it difficult to get a hold of yarn and I decided to unwind an old sweater of my father’s. I know he would much rather it be used by you.

I know our Navy must need as much as our Army, but if you have no use for two pairs of socks, perhaps you can give the second pair to a friend. I know the endless walking that the Army does tears the garments rather quickly, but two pairs might have been too much. I couldn’t help myself, when they said that the packages will be delivered to people who rarely, if ever, receive mail. I wanted you to know that there are people who think of you back home. 

The candies are made in London and remind me of my childhood. I hope it brings back pleasant memories for you, as well. 

I don’t know if people actually spray their letters with perfume, but I read it in a book once, and I thought it might lift your spirits. Pass it along and let the boys sniff it like a pair of used knickers, for all I care. 

Write, if it would please you. I would love to hear if the clothes have come to use, and make sure that you’re safe. I will pray for your safe return and a quick end to the war. 

Most love.

Tom flips the letter to find a name and an address.

“Mate, you got paper and a pen?”

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Chapter Five

After a morning of frantic creativity in the studio, I head down to the shop with a head buzzing with thoughts of Christmas motifs. Petra is comparatively calm, sitting behind the till reading a crochet magazine in her lap and drinking a hot chocolate from one of the sachets she keeps in a drawer with the excess breast shaped candles. “Oh hello.” She says serenely. “Have you come to do the window?”

“I have.” I go into the storage closet next to the employee bathroom and start yanking bits of blue roll off the holder, wrestling my way through the clutter and piles of empty postal boxes for a squeegee and a bottle of industrial window cleaner. 

“I can’t wait to see how it turns out.” She flips the page while I start spraying the window and buffing off the dirt and streaks. It’s a smaller window than the café I worked on back home, but tenfold more intimidating, seeing that this is an actual art shop with actual artists working upstairs who will no doubt notice things like crooked ‘o’s or asymmetrical ‘m’s. Recalling the mistakes I made the last time, I first sketch an outline on the outside of the window. The sun is hot on my hair. 

The muscles in my arms ache from the gym as badly as I expected they would. As I work I silently curse Shane Healy and his wicked exercise regime, and every time I lift a paint pen to the glass and my biceps groan I curse him harder. I am tired too, my eyes feel dry and heavy after a poor night’s sleep, tossing and turning in my bed with a head whirring with thoughts of Izzy’s gig. I think about it now too. Of Jen especially, and how different she was, but of Jude too, and the strange rift between them. I can’t help but recall all of those little details like the purple skin under his eyes, the nicotine stains on his fingers. Jen’s thin body, the vacancy in her stare. It was freaky to see them both like that, to witness their distance when all I’ve ever known of them was their closeness.

I start sketching out the lettering for ‘mezzotint’. I have a design in an open notebook at my feet, and I refer back to it again and again, trying my best to mark out the shapes as symmetrically as possible. It starts off well. I’m careful, I’m precise, and I realise that focussing as hard as I can upon the task makes it harder for me to dwell on other thoughts. I don’t notice the time passing me by, the shadows moving across the pavement, I even drown out the sound of the tram as it passes, and it’s just me and this window and these pens and…

“Um, hello?” I get such a fright that my marker slips across the window, sending a slash of white through my meticulous lettering. “Shit.”

“Fuck, sorry.” It’s Jude. He’s reaching for a damp cloth so he can help me to erase it. I never even heard him coming. 

“Oh, God, Jude, don’t worry about it, it’s just the guide.”

He pulls the cloth over his finger and uses the flat edge of his fingernail to carefully remove the offending mark from where it cuts right through one of the Zs. “Sorry I scared you, I was trying to catch your attention from across the street for like, a minute. I thought you’d heard me.”

“It’s okay, honestly.” I take his wrist and lift the cloth out of his hand. “I’ll fix it later. Like I said, this is just the guide bit. I’ll erase it later anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s fine, it’s just a stupid white line, nothing to get upset about.”

He looks up at the window. “It’s looking good though.”

“You think?”

“I do.” He smiles at me. “Nice job. I’m glad I caught you in time for lunch.”

“It’s lunch?”

“Yeah it’s like five past one.”

“Oh.” I frown. “I swear to God, sometimes I seem to just switch my brain off when I’m working.”

“I know the feeling. Do you have time to get food? If not it’s totally fine, I probably should have texted you or something, I couldn’t remember if we actually made a plan to get lunch or if I just ended up being vague with you.”

I smirk as I start bundling up my art supplies. “You asked me if I take lunch, and then you walked away.” After brushing my cheek with his thumb in a way that made my stomach bottom out, but I don’t bring that part up.

“Ah, sounds like me.” He holds the door for me as I carry my things into the shop. “If you’re not free it’s fine, by the way, I can get lost.”

“No, we can get lunch.” I smile at Petra who is eating a sandwich at the till, and we give each other a quick wave as I leave my supplies on the floor and head back outside. “Where’s Astrid today? Are you meeting her after lunch to do the big tourist round of Dublin?”

“Ah.” He says as we fall into step next to each other. “She’s not feeling well. She doesn’t want to do anything today.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Mm.”

“Do you think you’ll go tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure, she, well, she kind of wants to just go back to Berlin at the moment, I’m trying to convince her to stay for the rest of the week but-” He shrugs. “I dunno. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Not a fan of Dublin City?”

“Something like that, maybe.”

“I don’t blame her.” The Liffey still stinks as we cross it. A man leans over the railings and hawks up a mouthful of spit to launch into it. I shudder. “It’d be a pity to cut the holiday short all the same.”

“I’d bring her back to Berlin if I could, it’s just with the things I have to do…”

“That family stuff you mentioned?”

“Yeah. My mom is away on business this week, she needs someone to take care of Ivy. Like, bring her to school, cook dinner, laundry, all of that stuff.”

“Oh, damn. Is your dad away too?”

“No.” He kicks a coke can into the road and it goes under the wheels of a passing bus. “He just won’t- can’t do it. He’s not a big fan of, uh, parenting her.”

I frown. “Like, at all?”

“At all.”

“So what does he do?”

He exhales a laugh. “He’s very busy.”

“Right.”

“He’s rarely home for dinner. He works a lot. Late hours, paperwork, you know the drill.” I don’t know the drill. My dad only ever worked steady, predictable hours in the medical factory, and my mam, well, hasn’t worked since she gave up her secretary job in 1993. I can’t remember a time that she wasn’t at home, potatoes boiling in the pot while she scrubbed every corner of our tiny council house. She was always there to look after me.

Jude asks me what I want to eat, and I tell him that he can choose, so we head east along the river. “I know it’s weird,” He continues defensively, even though I haven’t said anything “that my mom would rather get her adult son to look after their child than her own husband, who like, you know, fathered her, but it’s just the way the situation is.”

“Yeah it’s not great, obviously, but I suppose this is an exceptional circumstance. One time is inconvenient but manageable.”

He gives me a sideways glance. “Yes. One time.”

The conversation shifts to Ivy as we venture into the Liberties, and he tells me about her. She’s almost thirteen now, she’s in first year of secondary school, she’s still bad at piano and has to be forced to go to her lessons. She still never practises. I like watching Jude’s face when he talks about her, he gets very animated. It’s like he’s a bit proud of her, like he finds her funny, like he genuinely likes being around her. I consider his relationship with Ivy in contrast to Shane and Kelly, siblings who would have beat each other to death with remote controls, fighting for the teddy bears with the hardest plastic eyes, the biggest battery packs so they could cause maximum damage to one another when they smashed each other across the backs with them. I often counted my blessings over the fact that I was an only child when one of them started up a battle, but now, for a brief moment, I catch myself mourning the absence of the sibling I never had. 

He takes me to a food van that sells coffee and Italian sandwiches at the foot of an apartment complex. I grab a chicken and pesto panini, which he pays for, and we take a seat on the grass in a nearby park. Jude stretches his legs out in front of him and leans on his elbows. He’s wearing shorts and a fleece, green and white runners and tube socks that have fallen down a bit on one side to reveal a strip of pale skin right up against the deep tan of his legs. He’s away in his thoughts again, eyes turned glassy as he stares out across the park to somewhere among the young trees planted by the fence. My eyes automatically follow the lines of his profile, from his forehead over the slight roman curve of his nose and down to the long line of his throat before I realise I’m staring too much, reading his visual language like a painting at a gallery, so I examine my sandwich instead. 

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him. 

“Oh.” He says. “Nothing, I don’t even know.”

“Mm.”

He gives me a half smile. “Maybe I was thinking about how I’m glad we could meet for lunch today.”

He definitely wasn’t. “Of course. It’s been nice, you know, to see you again.”

“I missed talking to you.”

“Did you?”

“I did.”

I nod. “Well, I missed that too. I’m sorry-”

“No more sorrys.” He reminds me. “It’s all water under the bridge, and like I said, I have more to be sorry for than you do.”

I smile, then he smiles, before getting distracted by a nearby dandelion. He plucks it, and instead of blowing away the seeds he rather barbarically picks them off with his fingers and flicks them into the wind. I wonder if he made a wish. “I hope everything was alright last night with Michelle.” I say, hoping my prying doesn’t seem too much like, well, prying.

“Ah, yes. It was fine she just had to tell me about something that happened.”

“Hope it was nothing bad.”

“Well, I don’t know. It was just… well, nothing.”

He isn’t going to tell me. “Is it a bit weird,” I pivot “That Michelle and Jen are friends? Like I’ve wondered before. I saw them together in a bar a couple of years ago and I was surprised that they seemed close. Do you ever feel, like, a bit put out that your best friend stayed close with your ex?”

He shakes his head. “No, because they were friends first. They went to primary school together, and when I moved to Ireland I started hanging out with them. We were a trio of friends.”

“Really? You and Jen and Michelle?”

“And some other people here and there, on and off at times, but yeah, we were.”

“And then…”

“And then one day I ruined it and kissed Michelle.”

“Oh.”

He splits the stem of the dandelion with his thumbnail, opening it up to flatten against his palm. “I seem to have this weird impulse issue where I can’t stop fancying my friends and then inevitably destroying everything.”

“Harsh. Surely you’ve had a female friend that you haven’t tried to kiss.”

He thinks about it. “Sure, but not as many as I’d like to admit to. When I really get to know people it’s hard for me not to blur the lines, to think that everything about them is beautiful, or whatever.”

“But Jen?”

“Oh, don’t worry,�� He rolls his eyes at himself. “I kissed Jen too. When we were thirteen. She called me a fucking freak and went off crying.” His mouth quirks up at the corner. “And then a month of no contact later she approached me in the school yard and said she was sorry, that she actually realised that it wasn’t I specifically who was disgusting, it was just that she didn’t like boys.”

“She sort of came out because of you?”

“Yeah, well, because of my bad habits.”

I mirror him and start picking the grass. “I hope that she’s doing well.” I say. 

“Yeah, me too. Things aren’t that great between us at the moment.” 

“I’m sure it’ll get better.”

He sighs. “Friendships do this, you know, especially long ones. People kind of eclipse in and out of your life, and it’s easier for it to happen when you’re in your twenties. I guess she’s just, like, eclipsed out right now. I think I should have tried to be a bit more understanding over Pamela. I think I was a bit full on when she started confiding things to me. Jen doesn’t often get into relationships so I can see why she’s been pouring all of her time into this one, it’s just, well, I suppose it’s whatever. It’s not worth getting into it.”

“I think things always get complicated eventually.” I remark. “The longer you’re friends with someone the more likely it is that there’ll be conflict, and then when there is it’s so bad, like they know how to hurt you more than anybody else.”

“A bit vulnerable.”

“Very.” I say. “Back in first year I had a big fight with Claire.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It was because of… well, basically I just lied to her by omission. It wasn’t very wise of me to think that she wouldn’t find out on her own, but I don’t really like conflict, in case you didn’t notice that.”

“Who, you?” He grins. 

“But I was so used to always just taking on everything, like, blaming myself for being wrong and for ruining everything, but actually, when we finally got to talk about it and try to fix things, she admitted that she felt the same. She felt like she’d been in the wrong, and that she shouldn’t have reacted the way that she did. I suppose it was healing, or something, to realise that we both hurt the other, and it was okay because our friendship was stronger than that.”

“And now?”

“Now we’re great, we’re perfect. When I fell out with Kelly I thought about it all the time. I still think about it, honestly. I think about the things I wish I’d said to her instead of the things I really did say, and I imagine scenarios where I win and I make her look so stupid. And sometimes…” I wonder if the next part is too insane to admit. “…I think about mowing her down with my bicycle or shoving her into a massive thorny hedge and she gets all scratched up and has twigs stuck in her curls that she can’t get out for hours, and maybe they’ll get so tangled that she’ll eventually have to have them cut out-”

Jude lets out a loud, surprised cackle. “Specific.” 

“-and everyone points and laughs at her, and she runs off crying, and I know it’s so stupid and those things would never actually happen, but I’ve never stopped being angry with her, or actually, angry with myself for being weak for our entire friendship.”

“You weren’t weak.”

“No, it’s okay. I think I was.”

“And now? What about with Claire?”

“With Claire I don’t feel that way at all. I handled it so differently, it felt mature and fair, like, I was upset while the fight was happening and for the month that we didn’t speak, but after that, yeah, it was fine. We’re good. I don’t even care about the fight because we fixed it.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Well, that’s lucky then.”

“Whatever it is with Jen, I’m sure you’ll fix it too.”

He sighs. “She’s complicated. It really goes back further than just this year, there’s things I should have done the whole way along, ways I should have been there for her but wasn’t. I’m kind of coming to terms with being a bit of a shit friend.”

“It’s not like you to talk yourself down so much.”

“Hm, well I’m trying out this new thing where I’m more honest with myself.”

“How’s it going?”

“Horribly. It feels very bad.” He smiles weakly. “I think I’ve had a lifetime of being a bastard and it’s all manifesting this year, like I turned twenty one and it decided to come and bite me.” he suddenly sits up straighter and shudders, like he’s physically shaking the self deprecating thoughts from his head. “I don’t mean to be so miserable right now, Jesus.”

“You can be miserable all you like.”

“No.” He gently tugs on the cuff of my jean leg. “I want to hear about you. Tell me about this fancy internship. It was too loud in the bar last night to really get into it.”

I grimace. “It’s really not that interesting.”

“Tell me everything.” He insists. “Don’t leave anything out. When did you apply?”

I sigh and I lie back in the grass so that I can watch the clouds drift past. “Okay well…”

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If I can ask another one ‘you’re not alone. i’m staying right here.’ and Xanlow

"You're not alone. I'm staying right here." 1.4k, xanlow from this ask game

Xander had a business trip that was taking him across the country, way up by the northern sea and among the black rocks, freezing winds, and terrible storms. It’s meant to last months, and Inigo’s bendable when it comes to location, so—he decided to go along with.

This afternoon, Inigo’s sitting on one of the rocky beaches, solidly far from the cold ocean. The air is nice and salty, he’s got a thick blanket to sit on, and he’s only been rained on a tiny bit. He has a much wider view of the sea from the apartment they’re renting, but he was getting lonely inside. So now he’s lonely outside.

Xander’s at work right now, much deeper into the still-unfamiliar city that’s strikingly more gray than Windmire’s black. And Inigo, just a short while ago, got back from a dance class he found nearby. He’d like to say he’s going to a rehearsal tonight, but… Well, he’s between jobs.

He doesn’t really have connections in this part of Nohr. It was a struggle to get them for a while in Windmire, and he made the poor assumption that because he already went through that once, he wouldn’t again. Inigo’s been beating himself up for not asking around more to see if there were any friends-of-friends around here when he had the chance. Anxiety and freelancing unfortunately do not go hand-in-hand.

He hasn’t been completely jobless, but he’s certainly not busy at the moment. It’s harder to get a shoe in for contracts and auditions when he’s relatively unknown. And even if he’s been socializing in his classes to try and make some meaningful connections, so is everyone else, and Inigo is really great at flubbing things up.

Xander keeps telling him not to feel guilty—it’s always a possibility to be without work for a while with a job like this, and Xander makes more than enough to keep them afloat. But it’s hard to help it. Inigo was hoping he’d have gotten into a groove by now, yet he very much hasn’t, and it’s hard not to feel guilty using Xander’s money for his own things.

Not that moping by the sea is improving his situation whatsoever. But it’s pretty, it smells nice. And if nothing else is lovely in this gray city, at least the gray ocean has a charm. He doesn’t get to see it often.

Inigo’s outside longer than he realizes, because he gets a text from Xander asking where he is. He’s probably home, then—whoops. He tells him he’s by the ocean side, and asks if he should come back, but Xander doesn’t reply. So Inigo stays put, sitting quietly on his blanket, until he hears footsteps from behind.

Expectedly, it’s Xander. “You found me,” Inigo says lightly, scooting over a bit to make room. Xander sits down next to him, still in his stuffy work clothes, and he kisses Inigo’s temple lightly.

“You weren’t too hard to spot.” Which is fair, since Inigo’s like, the only person out here. It’s cold today—and Xander’s nice and warm, so Inigo certainly doesn’t mind the company. He leans into him, eyes still on the ocean, loneliness drifting away for a while.

“How was work?” Inigo asks. He’s still surprised it’s gotten so late. He’s not usually the sit-still-and -close-your-mouth type, but he’s feeling awfully sluggish today. So perhaps that’s why.

Xander sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Work.”

“Ah, yeah. At least you’re done now.” Xander’s work clothes are also gray, sometimes black, and sometimes Inigo gets him to wear a colorful tie. But he’ll always have a shock of blond that keeps him standing out. Inigo’s just the opposite, hair gray and dull, but he likes to wear blues and greens and whites. Sometimes purple, too, because his mother likes it most.

Xander puts his arm not quite around Inigo, but sets it down behind him so it crosses over his back. “How did your class go?”

Inigo shrugs. “Good, it was good. Pretty fun today, we worked on new stuff.” He inhales, then slumps. “I, uh. I’m kind of sort of making some friends?” It’s hard to be a socialite when the one tactic he had is completely off the board, now. Getting married kind of kills the flirting game. Not that he always got the best results with that, anyway.

Xander hums. He leans into Laslow, too. “I’m glad it’s coming along.”

“Ah, that’s a good term for it.”

A cold and slightly wet wind comes by, and they both shiver. Even if you can’t see the sun in Nohr, the nights are still colder than the days, and the evening is rolling in without a second thought. It was already chilly, but it’s getting chilly chilly.

“What are you doing out here?” Xander asks, and Inigo chews on his cheek. There’s why is he out here, and why has been out here for so long, which are two different questions with two different answers.

And despite what he asked, Xander’s probably looking for the latter. “I… Just got lost thinking, for a while,” he says. He looks down at his knees, covered by soft blue sweats and not doing a great job at keeping the cold out. “Wishing I’d get a call back, or something.”

Xander does put his arm around Inigo now, rubbing his arm gently. It warms him up a bit, and Inigo goes on. “There's this terrible feel of… Isolation, that I've got. Like—if you and I weren’t doing this together, what would I be doing? Living in a hovel and eating stale bread, workless as I’ve been?” He huffs, and cuddles into himself. “I hate having nothing to do.”

Xander scowls, in a very cute way that involves his lips scrunching a bit as his eyebrows lower. “You aren’t alone, there’s no point in giving what-ifs attention,” he says. “I’m here, I don’t mind. Take your time.”

“I know, I know,” Inigo says with a pout. “And I’d rather you here than not. It’s just—boring. And depressing. And you work for entirely too long, I get lonely.” That being, Xander works a respectable nine-to-five which he’ll only sometimes come back late from, since Inigo pesters him immensely otherwise.

Xander gives a small and considerate looking grin. "Maybe I'll try harder to beat the traffic next time," he says, which is nice. “Do you have plans for tomorrow yet?”

Inigo’s classes are every other day with a three-day weekend, so when a fraction of his time isn’t taken up by that, he’s sort of left open ended. Not that Xander doesn't work tomorrow, though, so he can't count on his company until later.

“I might go to the gym?” Inigo says, since he’d much rather be ready than not if he does end up getting a proper contract. “And, uh—if we need anything, I could go shopping, too.” Xander thinks for a moment, and so does Inigo—and then he completely hangs his head. “I feel like—like, I’m all washed up. Don’t I sound washed up? Am I still young enough to say I’m not old enough for this? ”

And Xander does not seem to appreciate the comment. “You aren’t washed up,” he says firmly, then frowns. “You were doing fine in Windmire.”

“But I feel like I am, and that makes all the difference.” Inigo throws out an arm, like he’s presenting himself. “Look at me. Sitting dramatically by an ocean, on a dark cloudy day, getting rained on—”

“Is it raining?” Xander says, interrupting Inigo’s self-deprecating rant and glancing up to the sky.

Inigo lets it go pretty seamlessly. “Oh, it has been. Only a little.”

Xander looks similarly unamused. “We’re going back inside,” he decides, and starts standing, leaving Inigo quite cold and alone.

“What? Nooo,” he says, since he was slightly enjoying the miserable feel. “I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

Xander extends a hand to Inigo. “You’ll get yourself sick.”

Inigo just looks at his hand for a moment. And then he frowns, and takes it, and as he’s pulled to his feet he grumbles, “I won’t get sick.”

“You will,” Xander says, meaning Laslow didn’t mumble his grumble enough. “And then you’ll sulk around the apartment feeling useless all day.”

Laslow snatches up his blanket from the rocks. “I do that anyway.”

They start walking back together. Xander looks pretty cold in just his button up, so maybe it’s better they do. It’ll only be getting colder, after all.

And Inigo guesses—even if he’s feeling guilty and washed up, and even if he’s antsy all day and anxious all night—

It’s pretty nice to have somebody who’ll take care of you, too.

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - The Doctor

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Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf , @whump-on-a-log

Warnings: Vampires, flashbacks to non consensual touching, reference to consensual drugging.

His dishes had been cleared away, taken upstairs to be cleaned, and the vampire had retrieved the boy’s underwear from the dryer, handing them to him and turning away so he could put them on. Now the boy and the vampire sat across from each other in the dining room.

“Now that you’ve eaten, we need to take care of your arm. I’ve contacted a friend who’s a doctor to come take a look at it, she should be here shortly.”

Like he said, it wasn’t long before a bell could be heard chiming, and then echoing through the house.

The vampire looked up as the bell chimed. “Wait here, I’ll bring her down to you.”

He went upstairs and returned to the basement a few minutes later, chatting with someone who followed him down the stairs.

“Thank you for coming, Nia, I really appreciate it.” The vampire said.

“No problem, once you told me what happened I couldn’t say no.”

They turned the corner of the stairs and the boy got a good look at the woman. She had dark skin, darker than the vampire who rescued him, but that dark skin was broken up on her face with patches of skin that were white — vitiligo, he remembered it was called. Her hair was up, a black cloth wrapped around her head with her hair sticking out the top in short blonde locs. Her ears were slightly pointed. She carried a large duffel bag on her shoulder.

The boy cradled his arm protectively as they approached, as she got closer and got a good look at his arm, she frowned.

“Aw, you poor thing, may I see?” She asked, crouching down in front of the boy.

The boy looked to her with wide eyes, then looked to the vampire who rescued him. The vampire nodded, giving his blessing, and the boy turned back to the woman, nodding his head and offering his arm to Nia.

She gently placed her hand under his arm and took a look. The bone was sticking out from under the skin, dried blood covering the skin around the wound. Nia nodded her head, then turned to the vampire.

“It’s a good thing you told me what it was before I got here, otherwise I wouldn’t have the supplies. I’ll need to open it up and do surgery to clean it and align the bone, then we’ll put a splint on.”

The boy looked from the vampire to Nia. “Surgery?”

Nia put a hand on his leg. “Don’t worry, I brought some regional anesthesia. It’s only for the area of the operation, so you’ll still be awake, but it will make it so you don’t feel a thing.”

“I…” The boy held his arm close to his chest protectively. “I don’t know…”

The vampire came over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you’re having a hard time trusting me, let alone her, but we’re only trying to help, the surgery will be painless.”

“Do I really have a choice?”

The vampire smiled. “No, you don’t. But you do have a choice on whether or not we need to restrain you.”

The boy fell silent.

The doctor started to unload her duffle bag, taking out tools and a syringe full of a clear liquid. The boy cringed, looking away.

Nia looked to the vampire. “Is it okay if I use the table? I brought a cloth to lay down to make it sterile.”

“Sure.” 

Nia laid out a blue cloth over the table

The vampire leaned down in front of the boy and held out his hand. “Do you want help getting up on the table?”

The boy took his hand and stood, stepping on the chair he was sitting on and using it to climb onto the table, using the vampire’s hand to steady himself. He sat on the edge of the table, then lay down.

He felt uncomfortable, and not because of the hard wooden table. No, it was this feeling, being down on his back with them standing over him, looking down at him, the vampire smiling at him, putting a hand on his knee. 

The boy choked, the feelings, the memories, all coming at him at once.

“You look so nice like this.” Jonah stood over him, running a hand down his bare chest, from his shoulder to his waist, then lower, down to his hip and grabbing, running his thumb back and forth across the skin there.

A chill ran down the boy’s body, and a sob caught in his throat.

The vampire took a step closer to the boy, brows knitting together with concern. “Is everything okay?”

The boy shook his head, eyes burning with tears ready to stream. He started to sit up. “I can’t, I can’t do this.”

The vampire put a hand on the boy’s shoulder to stop him. “Hey,” he cooed, “hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

There were strong hands on his shoulders holding him down, a body pressed against his, crushing him, suffocating him. Hot breath in his face, down the side of his neck, trailing his collarbone.

The boy shuddered, jerking the vampire’s hand off of him. “I can’t do this! I can’t be like this!” The boy cried.

“Like what?”

“Vulnerable!” The boy sobbed. “It reminds me of… at the vampire lair they…” He trailed off into sobs wracking his body, and moved his hands to cover his face.

The vampire and Nia exchanged a look. Nia was questioning, the vampire just shrugged, then turned back to the boy. He put his hand on the boy’s back, gently rubbing up and down to try and soothe him, the boy just dissolved into worse sobs.

“Do you want to talk about it? Would that help?” Nia asked, stepping forward.

The boy just shook his head, shuddering sobs breaking through his chest.

“Listen, I know I just met you, but I know you can do this, you’ve already endured so much, I know you can take a little more. Especially because we’re only trying to help.” The vampire encouraged him.

The boy shook his head, growing hysterical.

“I can’t, I can’t go through that again, please.” The boy pleaded.

Nia and the vampire exchanged a look, then the vampire had an idea.

“What if… What if we knock you out? Not with brute force,“ he corrected, “but with drugs like the ones I gave you last night? That plus the anesthesia should make you not feel anything. How does that sound?”

The boy wanted to say no, never, never in a million years, but his arm hurt so much, and he didn’t want it to heal wrong and be screwed up forever. So he gave a small nod of his head.

The vampire went upstairs with the doctor to create a ‘drug cocktail’ as they called it, to knock him out.

[starpros-sunshine]

also i think that after seeing that Something is going out with his eichisama tori should also sneak into town to go and see what's the deal with this wataru guy. and he inevitably gets lost but meets hajime and they have a bonding moment barbie movie-style and him and tomoya help tori meet wataru. and then wataru sees tomoya and goes "oho! interesting child!" which once again leads to eichi unreasonable jealousy against this poor random kid

Okay so I've been thinking on this and I've been trying to get something coherent and bear with me right right.

(this got so long again I just started going into detail and detail and detail and oh god I am so sorry)

So Tori, poor, innocent Tori, has to come to terms with the fact that Eichi is hiding something from him (that "Something" being a tall blue-haired extra of unknown origin) and he knows that, technically, the mature thing would be to leave it alone. Eichi will have his reasons for being a little secretive about it. He has his own life and if he doesn't want to be open about...whatever it is that seems to be going on there.... then he doesn't have to be because the man has a right to privacy.

Tori knows that. But Tori also knows that being mature doesn't matter if, technically, his beloved Eichi-sama could be at risk of giving his heart away to a scoundrel that only wishes to play with him until he's bored and then throws him away, breaking Eichis heart in the process. We couldn't have that! And what if he's a criminal? Can you really trust someone who snoops around on other peoples property without their knowing? No you can't! So really it's only natural Tori wants to know what that guys deal is. Out of a genuine concern for his friend. Of course.

And so obviously it's a completely acceptable and normal and rational decision when he sees that Yuzuru isn't there for a moment to keep watch over him like the guard dog that he is (really Tori isn't a child anymore there's no need to be so overprotective) and the other staff members also don't seem to be around and Eichi is also nowhere to be seen, that he decides to take his coat and pack his little bag with some money (read: more money than just "some" money) and tries to sneak out of the house and down the path across the small meadow and the bit of forest that separates their not-so-humble abode from the small town where the other people live.

His inital plan simple. Go there; ask around a little, maybe try some tailing (after hearing stories from the other aristocrats about how one is able to hire people to follow their spouses around without them noticing - and that apparently being an actual thing people earn their money with - he's decided that it can't be that hard and he should try his luck.) and then leaving as quickly as possible, lest Yuzuru die of a heart attack after finding out Tori dissappeared. It would be quick and easy and nobody would ever find out. That was the original plan. But Tori very soon comes to find that that could prove harder than he thought when he notices he actually really really enjoys the feeling of not having anyone hover over him like some sort of falcon watching their prey.

The little river running by the path through the meadow is still frozen (It is winter after all) and the snow on the ground almost reaches his ankles. The 15 minute walk takes him 30 because he keeps jumping around in the snow (He's made three snow angels by now. For a second he has to think of his sister and of how nice it would be if she were here with him too and how they could make snow angels together were it not for her having to stay with their parents, but he pushes that thought to the back of his head again and decides to move on with his way).

When he eventually arrives at the town - and after just wandering aimlessly through the rather empty streets - there are three major epiphanies.

The first one is that he doesn't have a clear destination. He has no idea where to look for the blue-haired weirdo. The second is that, seeing as it is a forenoon in january, most people probably aren't spending their time outside. And if they are then they are at a different place than where he is. And the third and final one: He is completely and utterly lost.

It should be regarded as an accomplishment really. Getting lost in a town with a population of barely 300 locals living there. Indeed Tori would think it impossible. Yet here he is. If anything he's sure he's at least the only one who can claim this feat for himself. This is fine. He has this under control. If he just keeps walking then he's sure to come out somewhere (No there are no tears in his eyes anyone who says otherwise is just imagining things (he decidedly ignores the little voice in his head that tells him "Who's gonna say otherwise. Look around yourself, have you forgotten that you're all alone here?")). So the big brave boy that he is he marches onward, ignoring the way his fingers have started to feel numb from the cold and his eyes have not stopped watering and the little voice in the back of his head that tells him he should've just listened to Yuzuru (He banishes that one to the deepest depths of his subconscious very quickly. There are blows that his pride can take in these situations and then there's having to agree with "You should've just listened to Yuzuru". If There is one thing that can be said about Tori then it's that he is not one to simply give up. He has come this far and he'll be damed if he backs out now).

Lost in thought and not paying much attention to his surroundings (he has more important things to think about right now), he only manages to register a flash of blue in his peripheral vision. And because this could be what he's come here for in the first place but more importantly because this is a person and that is where the bar is set, Tori immediately tries to follow them. If Lady Luck is especially nice to him this time she lets this person be the mysterious stranger he's been looking for, but what feels like a day of walking through empty streets in the biting cold of a noon in late january have humbled him enough to not push it with his luck.

And when he turns the corner, calling out for the figure to wait, insted of the strange man he was expecting he comes face-to-face with a meekish looking boy with blue hair and big violet eyes and next to him there's a second boy, this one able to be described in all aspects with only one word: average. And for a solid ten seconds they all just stare at each other.

Tori doesn't really know how, he really has no idea, but somehow he ended up following the two home. Or, well, more or less. Following isn't really the right word here. After their almost-staring-competition on the street the meekish looking one with the blue hair asked him if he was alright because "he seemed lost" (he absolutely did not.) which then prompted an entire series of events that ended is Tori sitting in this strangers families home - with an entirely different stranger also there - getting a serving of what he assumes to be radish soup. Tori feels a little sorry for the boy, Tomoya, as he said his name was, who seemed like he was previously engaged in a conversation with the other boy, who later introduced himself as Hajime and who had spent the entire way asking him questions about how he ended up here and what someone like him was doing all alone in a sleepy village neighbourhood like theirs and if he really didn't need a tissue (He hadn't cried while explaining how he was lost. He totally hadn't) and on and on and on as Tomoya had to awkwardly walk behind them.

So now, sitting at this table with these two people who he has only met today and who have given him a bowl of soup to warm himself up with, he has to tell everything about how he ended up in this situation in the first place. At the end of his recollection of this oh so wonderful day he is met with two pitying looks an a laugh - apparently one of Hajimes younger siblings had joined them at their little impromptu gathering (he wonders, distantly, how his own sister is doing right now).

And as he's about to say that he should probably make his way home and resume his mission another time when he has a map, Hajime mentions that he actually knows the guy Tori is talking about and that he lives at the local inn and that that isn't that far from them and that he and Tomoya can walk him there if he wants to. Tori agrees immediately. He is so over trying to be discreet about it at this point he really just wants some sort of success in this kind of ridiculous endeavour he's set out on.

So after the soup is finished and his limbs don't feel like they're about to fall off anymore the trio goes on their merry way and Tori feels a little silly because for all the walking around he did before they reach this inn really pretty quickly... maybe he should've thought to bring a map... The three of them venture further into the inn, and Tori only overhears Hajime talking to an older woman, but he's more occupied with looking around the place. It's father homely and rustic, a completely different atmosphere than at their place. There are noises from the few patrons sitting at the tables and chatting with each other, but it only add to the cozy feeling of the entire place.

When Hajime comes back he leads Tori up a little stairway and down a dimly lit hallway. They stop in front of a door at the very end of it (in my head there's a bit of a terasse thing happening there like. you can look down into the part where the tables are and such right right) and Tori barely has time to mentally prepare for the fact that this really is happening now before Hajime knocks and the sound of muffled steps approaching the door can be heard.

When the door finally opens (it's been a few seconds at best but it feels like an eternity), Tori is greeted by the lovely view of a pair of pale clavicles, barely covered by a black linen blouse. He has to actively look up to look at the face of their owner and when he is met with a pair of sharp, purple eyes he feels like his throat just sew itself shut. Hajime explains to Wataru that Tori was looking for him and suddenly a light seems to go up above Watarus head as a look of recognition flashes over his face and he turns around to Tori again and asks him if he's "the princess that Eichi's been telling him all about". Tori is confused. Hajime decides that this is his cue to leave and he slowly backs away to go back down and collect Tomoya, who's been roped into helping out with the catering by some elder gentleman (Wataru watches Hajime as he collects Tomoya and they leave, intrigued by this strangely average boy, as Tori just stares in horror as the realisation dawns upon him that he is now completely alone with this man whom he didn't even intend on speaking to in the first place).

So now he is here. In this very awkward situation. Sitting on a chair in this strangers room (for the second time today! Did he ever have a day this eventful? Who knows! Tori for sure doesn't.). He wants to talk, but Wataru is faster and asks him what he's doing here. Tori doesn't really know how to reply. How do you talk your way around having to tell someone that you actually got lost on the way to spy on them. That's right. You can't. Well, Eichi could. But Tori is Tori and he never wished for that to change more than he did now.

He looks out of the window and it is at that moment that another three major epiphanies reach him. Firstly that he doesn't know what to do now that he's here, secondly that he's going to get murdered by Yuzuru (and if worst comes to worst also Eichi) once he gets back because he's been gone all day without telling anyone and they're probably all worried sick, and last but not least: it is dark outside. He can't go home like that. He is virtually stuck in this predicament he found himself in.

Wataru seems to have a similar thought, because the immediate follow up question after not really getting a coherent answer from Tori is if anyone knows he's gone. Tori shakes his head. If Tsukasa ever finds out about this mess of a situation he will have to die because he would never let Tori live that down.

He gets ripped out of his incoming spiral by the bird that takes a seat on his head and Watarus over-the-top contemplative sigh and the slight lilt in his voice when he voices the next issue that's in the room. He isn't even speaking to Tori anymore, but to his bird that sits on Toris head, Jeanne, and Tori is starting to get annoyed by the way he jokes about this entire thing, calling Tori a "a little bird that escaped its nest", as if he isn't stuck having to prepare for his untimely demise. And by the way this guy hasn't put down his cryptic smile and teasing voice ever since he entered the room. When he thinks things can't get any more awkward for him Wataru proposes two options. Either he walks him home, or Tori has to stay at the inn for the night and he brings him back in the morning. Tori decides he'd rather go back home sooner than later (he'll have to take the lacture either way and he's probably caused everyone enough worries by now anyways. And also he misses his bed.). So Wataru grabs his coat, quickly goes to tell the inn-keepers he's "bringing retuening the princess to ger people" (Tori doesn't know if he liked the bird comparison better or not).

The way back is still very tense because Tori does not dare to walk next to Wataru (he's sketchy it's not Toris fault it's a normal reaction) and so he just awkwardly walks behind him, He doesn't really watch his surroundings - it is dark and the only nice thing is that it's snowing and there are animal sounds and they are spooky and he needs to watch the way and it's easier to think that way - until suddenly he gets hit by a snowball right in the head. And he is so baffled by this that he just stares at Wataru, and Wataru grins at him with his stupid stupid grin and somehow they end up in a snowball fight on this meadow where the only reason you can see anything is because of the snow and when they finally arrive at the mansion they both have so much snow in their hair and their clothes are wet from the melted snow and when they knock on the door and wait for someone to open Wataru gets some of the snow out of Toris hair and says that that snowball fight can be their little shared secret and Tori grins back at him and agrees and when the door opens and both of them are frantically ushered in by a maid that tells another one to get Yuzuru and Eichi Tori decides that maybe this guy isn'r so bad after all. Maybe he's actually quite nice.

[ieatkeyboard]

Kinktober 6 - Dacryphilia(Kinda) + Sex Pollen

Silco x Reader Warnings: Degradation, praise, READ THE TITLEEE RAAAH, science stuff and things

You were in the lab with the doctor and Silco, not only were they still trying to perfect shimmer but they were trying to work on a certain type of flower. This flower was beautiful, its petals sparkled and it smelt beautiful, or so you've heard. The man that had found said flower was locked away in his room, whimpering and crying. He refused to talk to anyone but when given a pen and paper, he slid the paper from under the door with "So horny it hurts" in shaky writing. You told Silco you wanted this flower on the streets, in your home, and he would give you everything you want. So he ordered the doctor to work on it right away.

You two had come into the lab to work on the flower, the doctor said he had neutralised it enough that you didn't need masks or anything to work on it anymore. You picked up the tweezers off the desk and picked off a petal, watching as it let out a purple shimmering dust. Silco looked at you from the other desk across the room, an empty beaker and another beaker filled with some blue liquid stayed still in front of him. "Did you get the sample, My Dear?" He asked, walking towards you. You pointed at the flower and right as you did it let out more of the glittery dust. "Did the doctor say anything about this?" You asked, your boyfriend came closer. The dust smelt like vanilla and something along the lines of raspberry. Your legs clenched as you looked at his hand. Large hands, hands that have spread and gripped your thighs. You shook the thought from your mind. Now wasn't the time. "At least it smells nice, right?" He spoke, and you swear his voice was a little deeper than it was before. God, his voice. His accent. You took a deep breath and your boyfriend looked at you, his pupils wide and his cheeks dusted with a light pink. Fuck he looked so good. "Is it just me or did it get really hot in here all of a sudden." You whisper, trying to keep your voice smooth as you took your jacket off. His eyes went to your chest, your waist, then closed before he began slipping his own jacket off. "It is, isn't it?" He whispered, put his jacket over his crotch and pressing down. "I'm beginning to think the doctor didn't perfect this as much as he lead on.." You spoke, pressing yourself onto the corner of the table. The edge felt good against your aching clit, making your breath hitch. It wasn't enough. You didn't want a table, your fingers, hell not even the vibrator that hid in your desk drawer. You needed him. "Darling. Bend over the desk." You did as you were told, the dark wood of the desk pressing against your sensitive chest, making you groan. He pulled your pants down, panties along with them, and pressed his bulge through your lips. "Such a good slut, oh fuck" He moaned, grinding against your weeping core. It was so good. So good it made your head spin. "Ahh. Fuck, Silco, please..Don't tease me, not now, ngH!" You moaned, pushing yourself against his hips. "God you really are a slut. This cute pussy clenching around nothing, you're made for me." He whispered, pulling himself out of his jeans and stroking himself with one hand while the hands slipped two fingers into you. You whimpered, it didn't even feel like these sounds were coming from you. His slender fingers curled into your walls, palm face down so he could play with your clit. Even when he was desperate, so hard it hurt, he put you before him. "AhhhHA! Please, please Silco. Need you." You pleaded. "My poor slut. You have me. Just be patient." He spoke, voice deep and sultry. His pace quickened, beginning to thrust his fingers. You quickly came over his fingers but the heat in your stomach only grew. "Oh my fucking GOD" You moaned, biting your hand as you tried to calm down. "It's so - ahH - much worse.." You cried, tears falling down your cheeks as the ache became unbearable. "You're so cute when you cry. Do you need me that bad?" He spoke, he was trying to tease, sound tough, but his own whimpers and shaky breath gave him away. "Need you so bad, ple-please, Sir!" You whined, and he was thankfully filling you up not long after. "Fuck you're so wet. I won't last..Ngh!" He groaned, head now pressed against your shoulder and his heaving chest against your back. "God, I love this pathetic hole so fuck much. Be a good slut and I'll fuck you. Do you understand?" He whispered into your shoulder. You nodded and sobbed, pushing your hips against his, urging him to move. "Good girl."

[neverchecking]

AALIYAH BRINGING HOME A BLANKET AND THATS HOW SHE ANNOUNCES IT! YES!

Sage is so happily delirious that he doesn't stop smiling for a whole two days minimum. (It freaks a lot of people out.) Tia gets given the baby booties and a card that says "World's Coolest Aunty". She's in tears too. Champ of course is sobbing. He's finally going to be an Uncle. (No matter how much Aaliyah and Sage keep teasing him.)

Champ accidentally overhears half the conversation where Sage thinks Tia is pregnant and is immediately off to neuter a certain blue-scarfed knight. And then potentially a wolf-furred rancher or red-scarfed hero. Sage'll help, right? While Aaliyah distracts Tia? (Too bad Tia catches wind of the whole thing. Although it wasn't hard with him screaming profanity halfway across the castle.)

That might be the kickstart for the Three to start explicitly courting Tia, if only for their own safety.

But yes, Baby Fever Exposure Therapy. All the babies. All the children. If they ever have five minutes free? Tia is asking them nicely if they wouldn't mind taking care of the kids? It'll reassure some of the workers to know that their kids are safe without having to worry about them underfoot. Thank you dears!

Aaliyah and Sage know exactly what she's doing. It is sneaky and conniving and it is working. The last bit annoys them the most. Like how dare she encourages their growth and healing by exploiting their love of kids and giving them room to choose.

Aaliyah smiles at every baby in her arms and there are three heroes down. People need to stop giving Aaliyah babies to look after when she's in the presence of the triplets. They are swooning and Champ is actually starting to get concerned.

"On Wednesdays, we wear pink. So you can't sit with us." Aaliyah with a straight face to First who was hoping to have a private tea with Tia , but that damn Sheikah is already there.

I imagine Fox Form Tia has two sizes. One is normal size, travel-sized for convenience if you will, which is best for swiftly taking out a few enemies and the occasional snuggles with Wolfie or someone in need. The other is Giant Horse-sized for when shit's really fucked. Champ likes to sit on her back and fight like that. All three of them can fit on her back and it's fun watching the world burn from that high.

Tia's kinda making the moves, but this is very new to her. She is smooth and confident and sweet and once she's out of their sight, a completely flustered dork. Or until one of them ramps up the flirting and then she's just bright red. She is soo smitten and the twins plus sister-in-law are so mad about it.

THAT WAS THE EXACT VIBE I WAS GOING FOR. Champ being like "I FORBID YOU FROM TAKING ONE STEP OUT THAT DOOR WITHOUT TELLING ME WHO YOU'RE SEEING >:(." Tia is straight up "Alright. YEET!" out the window only to be caught by one of her suitors.

(One of them pulls a really slick move and both Sage and Champ are "Ok I don't like you but that was smooth and I'm using it on my own s/o")

BESTIE I'M THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO PUSHING ALL MY WORK TO THE SIDE AND WRITING THIS OUT FNIFNFI

Sage is like...uncharacteristically friendly. Like, he waves at people thats how happy he is (They send word to the castle to get Tia for help RIGHT NOW). I imagine they tell Tia and Champ together and there's a few seconds of processing before they're freaking. Champ is sobbing and squeezing his twin, who's so happy he doesn't even care. He even hugs back with one arm for a whole three seconds. Tia and Aaliyah are talking about things they don't have to worry about for months yet.

Champ is bursting out the seams trying not to go straight to Zora's Domain to spread the news fonfnf

FNFOBF POOR WARS. Won't even see it coming rfonfnf Especially with SAGE on his side. Aaliyah is trying her damnedest to distract Tia, but she knows them too well. (And champ gets loud when he's angry).

I feel like this is the perfect kickstarter because they survived two out of three guard dogs trying to kill them. They have no more time to waste when it comes to Tia.

OKAY with the Baby Fever Exposure Therapy, imagine the three trying to court Tia bringing in all sorts of kids to distract the trio to actually ask Tia's permission to court her. And the trio can't even do anything because the second one of them leaves, one of the kids notices and starts crying.

Aaliyah and sage knowing and hating that Tia has managed to find a way to get them to lay down like dogs. It's actually kind of funny how quickly they de-escalate when it comes to babies. How dare she look past their defenses and choose to accept them. That's...the opposite of what's supposed to happen!

Wild and Cal have no idea about the baby fever thing and don't really pin her as the type before Sage is giving them a smirk, All like 'Watch and learn boys." And they can only watch as one of the moms in the village they're in (Probably Tarrey Town), lets their toddler down only for the little bean to bolt straight for Aaliyah. Aaliyah who's gone from >:( i hate it here to OH MYGOSH ITS *Insert toddler name* C'MERE BABY LOOK AT HOW BIG YOU'VE GOTTEN :DDD.

It's a one two knock out. Champ is looking into therapists in the area (And psych wards foff)

AALIYAH BEING A MEAN GIRL IS SO CANON FHOFBF Especially with First. She's foiling him ever. Chance. She. Gets. Tia is both amused and fed up with it.

You said travel-sized and I immediately thought of her just poofing into her fox form whenever she doesn't wanna walk and just...scaling one of the trio's legs before wrapping around they're necks to take a little snooze. Or, if wolfie is there, sleeping on his back <33 (I'm assuming this means she knows Twi is wolfie).

FCIFBFB IMAGINE YOUR JUST A RANDOM BOKOBLIN AND IN COMES THIS GIANT ASS FOX WITH FLAME THROWERS AND CANONS AND THREE LUNATICS ON ITS BACK FIFBF I'D QUIT PERSONALLY-

I might've mentioned this in our last one, but I find it so funny that Tia has to make the moves bc the trio won't let the others even think about it. They can't stop Tia. (It is just a little painful listening to her gush about the three like a school girl with her first crush.)

(there are moments when Aaliyah has to pull Sage aside and just be like "I-...I wasn't that bad...right?" and he's like "Nah. I'd know if you were." When they were both, in fact, worse.)

Should one of the three ramp up the flirting, I think that's when they realize if Tia instigates it, the trio won't CAN'T do anything about it. So it becomes a game to them. When Tia falls, it's all over.

RFHFIBFF ITS SUCH A GOOD SCENE

I also feel like they're the type of group, that just-

Tia, sneaking in:

Champ, lighting up a lantern to reveal he was there: Where were you?

Tia:...Out with the sages.

Sage and Aaliyah, lighting their own lanterns from across the room: Wanna try again?

(FBIFB SAGE AND CHAMP JUST "I don't like you, but for ten minutes of alone time with Tia, I get to use that and you can't claim credit for it.")

[t0mcruize123]

March 5th

First March 5th🎀🫶

There will be five parts to this story all loosely inspired by the film Vanilla Sky but very different and much more romantic😭 this is ofc written for @mqverick birthday, I hope you enjoy it bae🫵🎀

First March 5th:

My hand clamped around the glass bottle as I poured myself yet another wine that night. The room was buzzing with music and activity – people dancing and hollering whilst I stood in the corner and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I hadn't even wanted to come to David’s party and now I was standing here like some kind of loser but unable to leave.

Brian was my ride, and he was currently chatting up every woman in sight – the poor things. He wanted me to spend my final night in New York surrounded by work colleagues and having the time of my life but all I really wanted was to get home and pack all my belongings.

“What are you wearing?”

I spun to see a startingly blonde woman glaring at me as though I’d committed a crime. Her blue eyes bored into mine and I didn't fail to notice the slight sneer of her lip.

I looked down at my white dress, “Do you have a problem with it?”

“I have a problem when you wear matching costumes with my David,” she snapped.

I folded my lips together to stifle a laugh, as if I’d ever willingly match with David Aames. He worked at the same publishing company as me and I’d always hated his guts though I’m not sure he’d ever noticed. He was just another privileged man inheriting one of the greatest companies from his father - I didn't have time for people like him.

“You think this is funny?” She shouted over the music.

I really didn't have time for people like her either, “Nice meeting you.”

Tuning out her protests, I quickly walked away before she could catch up with me. Clearly, she was just another girl obsessed with David for reasons I really couldn't fathom. As I pushed past the dancing bodies and struggled to hear my own thoughts over the music, I noticed that a few heads had turned to face me. I shrugged it off, but it was hard to ignore everyone's stares following my every step.

“Brian!” I touched his shoulder in relief, “You left me.”

“I didn't leave you, I encouraged you to socially interact with your friends before you leave tomorrow.”

Smartass. I pinched the bridge of my nose and muttered, “Is it just me or are there loads of people staring?”

He looked down at me in confusion, “Well obviously.”

“Why is that obvious?”

“Because you're matching with David.”

“I’m not-” the words seemed to escape me as I spotted David from across the room. He was dressed in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With one hand, he’d flung a dark blazer over his shoulder, and he ran his other hand through his dark raven hair.

Brian leaned low and whispered for just me to hear, “Rumour has it there's two angles at this party and their destined to collide tonight.”

I shoved his shoulder and turned back to face David across the room. Even from so far away you could see that he was attractive. Maybe it was the confidence in his step, his ruffled black shirt, or the jacket flung over his shoulder, but he dripped with ease. Everybody knew I despised his very existence and now they all thought we’d intentionally matched. The angel and the fallen angel.

For fucks sake.

“Why do you look so pissed? This is a good thing!” Brian grinned from my side, “I’ve been telling you for years, you and David would make a good cou-”

“Don't finish that sentence,” I scoffed, “I know you two are best friends and I’m okay with that but you need to stop trying to force us together. I don't like him.”

“Only because he inherited a company, and that's not his fault.”

I huffed in annoyance, “I shouldn't have come here.”

“Oh come on don't be like that!” He argued, “It's your last night in New York and you want to be alone at home?”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“Say what like it's a bad thing?”

I turned to see David standing there with a small glint in his eye as he looked between the two of us. Brian grinned and embraced him in a hug, nearly toppling them both to the ground.

“Happy birthday! And all the usual shit people say to each other,” Brian clapped his shoulder, “How you doing?”

“Living the dream,” he flashed a David smile then looked down at my white dress. It was cropped short and accentuated my hips and curves, but it wasn't meant for him. I swallowed back a remark and forced a smile.

“Happy birthday David,” I looked down at the gift in my hands.

“Thank you,” he never once broke eye contact and I felt a flush of heat creeping up to my cheeks. Under the intensity of his gaze, I felt myself growing hot but I refused to look away. It felt as though we were back at work, silently daring each other with eye contact and tingling with excited energy.

“We both picked it out,” Brian cut in and when David still refused to look away, he repeated, “We both picked it, David. The both of us.”

The corner of David’s lip turned upwards though that smirk quickly vanished with Brian commented, “Stop flirting and open it.”

My head snapped to his in anger and David shook himself out of a daze, “Yes, let's get a drink I’ll uh..leave this upstairs.”

I folded my lips together and walked away without another word. Just the memory of David’s hot gaze brought a shameful blush to my cheeks, and I tried to hide it. I always knew he had a physical effect on me, I mean- why wouldn't he? He was undoubtedly gorgeous; it was just the fact that he was an asshole that was such a turn off. He always walked around the company as though he owned the place, and I get it, he did, but did he have to be so cocky? He paid no attention to his workers so why should I pay so much attention to him?

I paused when something to my left caught my eye. Displayed on the rich guy's wall, was a smashed guitar behind a glass case. I honestly wasn't surprised this was the kind of thing David collected.

“It was a gift actually.”

How did he always manage to sneak up on me so quietly? And had I really spoken out loud? I gave him a sideways glance and he smiled at me as though all this was some kind of cat and mouse game, but I was bored. We’d been challenging each other for years, and on my last night in the city, I didn't want to be doing the same old shit.

“I like it,” I commented, hoping that would be enough to please him as I turned away.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he reached for my hand and his fingertips gently brushed mine. I pretended not to notice and swallowed hard,

“So how did you get all this stuff? This apartment, this life?” I asked, knowing damn well it was all to do with his father. For a long moment, he didn't reply and I scoffed, “I see.”

I walked away for good this time and tried to shake away the tingling sensation rippling through my hands. It was one fucking touch, why did I react this way? I could feel someone still staring at me and turned around to flip David off, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. I could only see the blonde woman from earlier who was still glaring at me with an icy blue gaze.

“How about if you help me?” David rushed back to my side though this time I was grateful to turn towards him. This blonde bitch thought she could stare at me all night just because my boss wanted to talk to me? Fine. I’d flirt with him all night long just to piss her off, because I was bored, maybe a little drunk, and David was – as I said – undoubtedly gorgeous. Yeah, I hated him but it was my last night here. I suppose I could put my feelings away for just a few hours, right?

“Help you with what?” His eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly explained,

“See, I’ve got this little problem. I’ve got a stalker and I need a cover.”

My brow arched.

“I need you to pretend you’re my girlfriend for the rest of the night – I know it's tough.”

I bit back my smile though couldn't help the excitement building up in my chest, “Ill improvise.”

“For now, I need you to pretend were having a conversation and you are wildly entertained,” he pressed his palms together and pleaded, “I’ll do whatever you want in return.”

I grinned, “Whatever I want?”

His brow drew together, “Well within reason of course.”

I folded my arms together, “There's not much I want from you David, I’m not gonna lie. I’m leaving tomorrow for Chicago and I'll never-”

“I’ll talk to your new boss!” His voice heightened, “I’ll put in a good word, maybe even get you a high paying, new promotion...”

My eyes widened in surprise, I’d never seen David so desperate. Without uttering a word, I leant forward and wrapped my hands around his neck. He was stiff at first but then his hands came up to the small of my back.

“Shes right across the room, and she’d burning a hole in my back now, isn't she?” He whispered in my ear and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I stared at the blonde woman whilst I ran my fingers through his hair, “Red dress, strappy shoes?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, she’s really staring at us,” the corner of my lip lifted as the woman’s hands curled into fists at her sides, “And she seems to be growing less happy.”

I pulled back and stared into David’s green eyes, noticing the golden flecks in them for the first time, “I think she’s the saddest girl to ever hold a martini.”

He grinned, “Mission accomplished.”

I looked back over his shoulder to see the stalker making her way towards us through the crowd, “Let's go upstairs.”

David realised what I meant and didn't make the mistake of looking back. Hurriedly, we both rushed up the grand staircase and I found myself laughing as we tripped and tumbled our way to the top. I felt as though we were school children rushing through the corridors, and it felt so weird to feel so happy when with David Aames.

There was nobody upstairs except the two of us and yet I enjoyed the comfortable silence rather than the music coming from downstairs. It felt right...being up here with him, even with that dislike still bubbling evenly under the surface. There was something about David that seemed to put me at ease.

I looked up to see paintings adorning all the white walls, “Who did these paintings?”

He caught his breath and pointed at the first one, “This is Joni Mitchell...and this one is Monet. And this one-,” he proudly posed next to a brightly coloured snowboard, “Is done by me.”

“Well two of them are geniuses,” I quipped as I stepped towards the Monet painting, unable to hide my smile. His snowboard was cute to be honest.

“That is the real thing, his paintbrush painted the vanilla sky on this canvas,” he looked up at the art with an expression of awe, “My mothers.”

“Well what's going on here?” Brian stumbled up the steps with a wide grin as though he’d caught us in the act.

“Julie Gianni is stalking me,” David smiled.

I touched his shoulder, “She looked dangerous.”

“Well nobody stalks me, so I drink!”

“Were all out of drinks up here-”

“Here, finish my jack and coke,” Brian offered his glass, but it slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a smash, “Stupid glass.”

Tiny glass shards littered the floor and David put his arm out protectively to keep me back, “No it's the stupid guy holding it.”

I chuckled quietly as Brian walked back towards the door, “Where are you going?”

He solemnly touched his chest, “I am Frank, and Frank must go.”

“What?”

“I good you bid evening.”

David laughed at his remark and the sound seemed to echo as I stepped forward, “Wait I’ll go with you. You’re my ride.”

He huffed, “Stay.”

“I’ll give you a ride home after,” David offered as he began to clean the broken glass.

“No, I have to get on a flight early tomorrow.”

“You...you are in great hands,” his movements were sluggish as he stifled a yawn, “I’m just humoring myself that my opinion matters.”

Brian clapped David’s shoulder, “You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone,” David looked as though he was trying not to laugh, and I smiled, “Because without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet.”

I shrugged and Brian clapped his shoulder once more, “Have a good time.”

“Sweet and Sour speech again,” David murmured as Brian walked out the door, “Wait, you said that you have a flight early tomorrow?”

I nodded, “I told you, I’m flying to Chicago for my new job.”

“I didn't realise you were leaving so soon,” I shouldn't have loved his disappointed tone as much as I did.

“Yeah, it’s a shame, especially since now I’m finally starting to like you.”

“Well maybe if you’d have actually spoken to me in the two years that we’ve known each other at work, you would've realised I’m not that bad.”

“Oh no, that would've ruined the experience.”

“Experience?”

“The magical experience of spending my last night in New York with my gorgeous boss,” we shared a grin, “And I’m allowed to say that now because as of tomorrow, I’ll have a new boss so there's nothing you can do about it.”

“Mhm,” he folded his arms together and stepped closer, “You think I’m gorgeous?”

I almost regretted speaking so boldly, but I wasn't going to be a pussy on my last night here with him, “I have since the moment I first met you.”

“Aren't you the romantic?” I swear to God if he flashed another grin I was going to pass out.

“You should see my romance book collection at home, it's quite impressive,” I blurted.

“Why am I not surprised?” He chuckled, “I bet when you're supposed to be working, you have fantasies about me sweeping you off your feet and kissing you in the rain.”

I laughed and went along with it, “Am I that transparent? I have fantasies we have angry love confessions at the most inconvenient times, and you run to me for the airport kiss.”

“The airport kiss?” His brow raised.

“When the female is leaving the city, and the male lead chases after her in slow motion, then kisses her before the plane takes off.”

“Wow, now that sounds romantic, I bet you’ve read over 100 books with that trope.”

I blushed, “Would you like to see them?”

“See them?”

“Come back to my place,” I’d never been so forward in my life, but I wasn't going to stop, “You could stay at mine?”

The corner of his lip quirked up, “I’m just so surprised you’d want to actually spend time with me after hating me for so long.”

“Me to honestly,” I met his eye, “But I want to spent time with somebody before I go. I deserve to have one last great memory.”

He leant forwards and murmured, “I’ll make it unforgettable.”

I unlocked the front door and stepped into the familiar space, shrugging off my coat. All my furniture had been moved and the house was stripped bare though David still looked around as though he were impressed.

“Would you like something to drink?” He moved towards the kitchen whilst I kicked off my heels. The idea of David Aames walking around my apartment was so absurd I found myself smiling to myself in the hallway.

“Sure,” he stopped in front of the fridge and stared at the old photographs I still needed to take down.

“Oh ignore those, I look awful,” I laughed and began to tug them down.

“You can't say that about yourself.”

I grinned before realised he was being serious, “Why not?”

“Because the only times you see yourself are in pictures and mirrors where you force a smile,” I didn't think it was healthy for hearts to beat as fast as mine was, “I’m the one whose seen you real laugh, and I’m not talking about for photos or when you're around colleagues, I mean when were fake dating and you run up the stairs like you're scared to get caught. I’m the one whose seen your true beauty.”

I leaned upwards and pressed my lips against his cheek, only because I don't think I could've done anything else in the moment. There was no point kissing him as passionately and as shamelessly as I wanted to, because I was leaving tomorrow, and we’d never see each other again. I didn't want to give him false hope, but at the same time, I couldn't have gone another second without kissing him somewhere.

“Do you want to know the story behind this picture?” I picked up a random photo from the pile as a distraction.

“Sergio?” He scanned the photo for a second, “Your nickname is sergio?”

“Its a long story and we hardly know each other,” the truth cut through like a knife but I remained composed.

“So many secrets,” he shook his head.

“Well what about you? What's your nickname?”

He stilled for a moment in hesitation and I grinned. Whatever he was going to say was going to be incredible, I just knew it. He sighed heavily and reluctantly answered,

“Citizen Dildo.”

“Mhm,” I choked back a laugh and turned around, “Thats all the confirmation I need.”

I moved toward my CD player and held up two for him to choose from, “Do you want to hear Jeff Buckley or Vicky Carr?”

“Both,” he answered without hesitation, “Simultaneously.”

Pressing play, I moved towards the bedroom whilst he slumped down on the floor, “I’m getting changed out of this dress, don't walk in.”

“How will I ever contain myself?” He joked and barely dodged the pillow I threw at him from across the room.

I shut my bedroom door and undid the straps at my back, sighing with relief and considering what to wear. I needed something comfortable for the plane but I wanted something that still looked good for David. God, why did I care so much about what he thought?

“So, are you excited for Chicago?” He called from outside the door.

I nodded then remembered he couldn't see me, “I can't wait! It's always been a dream to go there, and though I’ll miss my friends here obviously, there's just so much more there. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, you have to seize those opportunities,” he agreed, “I’m going to miss seeing you around the office though.”

“Oh David, you’re such a flirt,” I batted my eyelashes jokingly as I swung open the door. I was wearing a black sweater and matching cropped skirt with my hair pulled back. I’d wiped my make-up clean, and I was hoping he wouldn't notice.

“You have freckles,” he murmured, staring down at me with a small smile that made me blush yet again. There was nowhere to sit now that all my furniture had been shipped but David didn't seem to mind sitting on the floor.

“Ooh,” I pulled my writing pad out from my bag, “Care for a drawing contest?”

“Drawing contest? I’m not an artist,” he grinned and accepted a sheet of paper, “Actually I take it back, I can draw caricatures.”

“Caricatures? Fine, I challenge you to a caricature contest,” I smiled and pressed my pen to the paper, “I never would've expected David Aames could draw caricatures. There's still so much I don't know about you.”

His lips pressed together as he concentrated on drawing, “Ask me anything.”

I began to sketch out David’s comically large head, adding huge teeth just for fun, “Does it ever get difficult? Controlling all those people’s lives and being the boss?”

He looked up and I continued, “Everyone at that party was connected to you for survival in some way it seems.”

His gaze lowered back to his pen, “It can be overwhelming at times but...but it's what I’ve been raised to do. I always knew I was going to be in this position, and I’ve worked hard for it, despite what you may think.”

I startled and David smiled, “I know you think I’m a nobody who inherited his father’s company and in some ways you're right. But I’ve worked hard every day for years to prove myself worthy of my position,” he swallowed, “I mean I used to be one of those guys just snowboarding through life with no focus whatsoever. But not anymore.”

I watched his expression lighten, “When did you change?”

“About five minutes ago.”

I recited in my wisest voice, “Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

He grinned, “And where did you hear that?”

“My mom,” I looked down, “She was full of wise advice. There was one specific piece of advice she gave me which I’ve never forgotten.”

He looked up in anticipation and I continued, “She told me not to get serious with anybody until I turned 23 years old.”

A crease grew between his brow, “Why 23?”

“She thought it was the age of maturity,” I shrugged and nodded towards my picture, “Ive never drawn such a true likeness before.”

We spent the next few minutes perfecting our drawings and talking about everything - work, our families, our exes, our hopes, our dreams - all our conversations seemed to impact me in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d never laughed harder, and I never thought two adults could have so much fun sitting on the floor drawing each other as cartoons. I was learning so much about him and yet so desperate to still know everything.

David placed his picture face down on the floor between us, “Finished.”

“Already?” I finished the last few details and handed it to him with a proud smile, “Done.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips, “Thats how you see me.”

“Maybe I didn't add enough money.”

“It’s wonderful,” he cut in with a big smile, “Sign it.”

I looked down at his drawing still face down between us and he rubbed his brow awkwardly, “Let's see yours.”

“No,” he snatched it back and huffed a quiet laugh.

“Give me that-” I reached forward.

“Its-”

I grabbed the piece of paper and couldn't help but gasp at the portrait. How he managed to capture such a perfect drawing was beyond me and I couldn't help but stare at it in surprise. Every detail of my face; every strand of hair, every freckle, it was all there.

“I feel bad,” I sighed and looked up, “You said to draw a caricature.”

“I know, but I couldn't,” he gestured to the drawing, “I saw you like that.”

I shifted a few inches closer, “It's very good.”

“Oh yeah?” His head cocked to the side, “I’ll sell it to you.”

“You monster,” my eyes narrowed with a smile, “How much for?”

He paused for dramatic effect, “One secret.”

I grinned and turned away, my heart hammering once more at the effect of his words. I couldn't have such strong feelings when I was leaving in a few hours, but I couldn't help it.

“That smile is going to be the death of me,” he commented, watching me watch him.

For the first time since we got back, a feeling of dread nagged at me, “What happens when I get off the plane tomorrow? And I won't be able to see you, and I’ll have a new boss and a new job?”

He sighed and I continued, “And my promise to my mother? I know it's stupid David, but I’m not getting serious until I’m 23-”

“It's not stupid I get it,” he ran a hand through his hair, “It's just so frustrating. We could also try the long-distance thing?”

“That’ll never work,” I shook my head, “What about us visiting each other every other weekend?”

His smile this time was much sadder, “I know I’m the head of the company but even I couldn't afford that.”

I slumped down on the floor, and he lay down next to me, both our minds whirring as we tried to come up with a solution. I really did want to see him again, but it wasn't going to w-

“What if we meet up once a year?” He sat up in excitement.

“Once a year?”

“Like an anniversary,” his grin widened, “Every March 5th, you can come here, or I can fly over there. We’ll meet up once a year, every year for five years.”

“Until I’m 23,” I mumbled more to myself than him, “We can meet up at the same restaurant at the same time each year, so it doesn't get confusing.”

“No awkward long distant relationship,” he added.

“No expensive flights,” my smile faded as he lay back down next to me, “It’ll work.”

“It fits both of us, it just doesn't solve one issue.”

I turned to face him, “What's that?”

A glint of light shone in his eye though I might've imagined it, “I’m going to miss you.”

Without a second thought, or rather a first, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. His arms came up to hold me instinctively and I sagged with relief against him. It sounded crazy I know – I'd spent so long hating him when now I realised he was the perfect one for me. He understood what I felt, what I thought without me having to say a word. He wanted the same things as me, and I was happy when I was with him and now...now I was leaving.

But the idea of meeting up every March 5th sounded perfect. It fit both our needs and though I knew nothing would ever be the same, I was ready to welcome this next step. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and inhaled the scent of his sweet smelling cologne, trying to commit it to memory. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that – it could've been minutes, maybe even hours, but all I knew is that I’d never felt such a comfort like this before.

I sat up suddenly with a feeling of dread gnawing at my insides. David was asleep at my side, and we were both on the floor in the early hours of the morning. I frantically looked at the clock and realised I was running late for my flight. Shit shit shit this could not be happening. Not when I’d planned out every single detail for weeks! Well, I guess I’d never planned for David Aames to be spending the night with me but I couldn't worry about that now. I had to get to the airport.

David shifted tiredly and I touched his shoulder in a rush, “David? David wake up, we have to get to the airport.”

He yawned and rubbed a hand down his brow and if I wasn't in such a panic, I would've thought it was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen a man do. But I didn't have the time to think about things like that, I was going to be late! How could we have fallen asleep, one minute we were talking, the next we were holding each other and then...we must've just been tired after the party.

“I’m up!” He staggered to his feet then looked down at his watch, “Oh shit we are late.”

“Yeah!” I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed my bags, “Is your car alright to drive to the airport?”

“Oh yeah don't worry about things like that,” he grabbed some of my heaviest suitcases without even a hint of struggle, “Let's just go.”

We packed all my bags into the boot of his car and hurried towards the airport. We made polite conversation on the journey there, but we were both too worried I was going to be late for my flight. My palms were sweaty and my chest was heaving and David didnt fail to notice. He reached over and held my hand tightly, assuring me we were going to make it.

“Thanks David,” that tense feeling in my chest began to lighten as he squeezed my hand, “And not just for this for everything. I’m so sorry I’ve been a complete jerk to you these past two years.”

“Dont worry that,” he shook his head, “A wise person once told me every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

“They sound like a weirdo.”

He laughed, and I felt sad that I might have to wait a whole year to hear it again, “Yeah they are pretty strange. I kind of like them though.”

He parked the car and we hurriedly clambered out of our seats and grabbed my things. Carrying so many bags and running through the airport was a lot harder than they made it look in movies, but we managed to make it as far as possible before one of the workers stopped us. It was time for me to get on the plane, I’d just about made it on time.

“You did it!” His hand came up to hi five mine.

“We did it,” I corrected and interlaced our fingers together. The worker stood there with his arms folded, annoyed that I was already late and taking my time but he was the least of my worries. I had so much to say to David and so little time. I didnt want to say goodbye, not yet.

“Youre going to do great in Chicago, I just know it,” he clasped my face in his hands and looked down at me as though I were the only thing that mattered, “You’ve got something special.”

“Autism?”

“Determination,” he chuckled and pressed his lips against my forehead, “Dont ever lose that.”

I exhaled slowly and tried to commit his moment to memory, knowing I was going to wnat to replay it the whole flight, “This sounds insane but I genuinely feel connected to you after spending one night together. Theres something about us that just works, you know what I mean?”

“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve never gotten so comfortable with anybody so fast,” his thumb stroked my cheek, “And I’m never going to miss anybody as much as I miss you.”

I felt my eyes burn with the threat of tears and hastily tried to change the tone of the conversation, “We’ll be okay. A year will go by so fast, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh 100%,” he agreed, though he didnt sound as convinced, “But what if we break our promise of meeting once a year? What if we get desperate and try to contact one another?”

I bit my lip in thought, “We’ll block each other on social media and delete each other’s phone numbers. I think thats whats best.”

He nodded solemnly, “Yeah, thats whats best.”

I tried to control my shaky breathing and hammering heart but nothing was going to save me now. I was covered in sweat from running through the airport, tired from the night before with probably dark shadows under my eyes and tangled hair, but David didnt care about things like that. He liked me just the way I was.

He pressed his forehead against mine and I savoured in the way his skin felt and the connection between us that only grew. In that moment, it felt as though we breathed as one, we moved and communicated as one.

But now it was time to go.

“Miss, you really need to get on the plane if you dont want your seat taken,” the guy with his arms folded warned and I forced myself to smile. My eyes were burning and my heart had never felt this much pressure, but i managed to remain composed. I gave David my brightest smile and he returned it with a grin, though it wavered slightly as though he was just doing it for me.

Before too much damange was done, I walked out onto the platform and refused to look back. Each step mirrored each drag of my heart but I kept walking. I was going to have to survive a year without this man, and I’d already survived two. I could do five minutes before take off.

As I climbed up the steps onto the plane, I heard a yell echo from behind me. One foot hovering on the plane and the other on the last step, I turned to see David running towards me – except he wasnt just running.

He was running in slo-motion.

Mouth agape and calling my name dramatically, he slowly ran forward and I couldnt help but laugh at the sight. The people on the plane looked out the windows and I felt myself blushing with embrassment. David didnt seem to care about what other people thought though, running like an idiot with a joking, emotional expression.

He slowly made his way up the steps, the whole time yelling “Dont go! I came baacckk” making the flight attendents and everyone watching chuckle quietly. He never once broke eyecontact as he finally made his way to me at the top of the stairs. Without wasting another breath, he stepped forward and pressed his lips against mine, catching me so off guard I mightve moaned against his lips. He pressed himself deep against me, his fingers frantically rushing through my hair as he drove his lips even closer to mine.

The people on the plane cheered and I felt so stupid and yet so happy I couldnt find it in myself to pull away. David’s pupils dialted though the lighting had not changed and my heart hammered in its cage like a humming bird set free. I’d kissed before but never like this – like I was starving, like I could stay in the moment forever.

He pulled back and I panted for breath, unable to wipe the stupid grin off my face. David didnt seem to ntoice the audience watching our every move, as his lips trailed across my jaw and his hands roamed over my back.

“Was that the epic slo-motion airport kiss you were hoping for?” He murmured against my skin, sending vibrations through my entire being.

“Everything and more,” I smiled against his lips, a feeling of relief settling within me.

David looked over my shoulder at the awaiting plane and then back at me, “You really need to get on that plane, and I need to run before security come find me.”

My jaw went slack, “You ran past security?”

“People do crazy things when love,” he winked as he stepped back, “I’ll see you next year, March 5th.”

“You promise?” I didnt like seeing him walk back but I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. My body was still pulsing with adrenaline but I no longer cared about all the eyes on us.

“I promise,” he dipped his head with a grin.

For a short moment, I watched him walk away before finally climbing onto the plane. Trying not to let the tears – of sadness, joy, i wasn't sure – fall, I took my seat and stared out of the window. Was I really leaving the one and only person who’d made me feel so impossibly happy? And two, did David imply that he loved me?

I was going to have to wait 364 days until I got my answers.

[merryfortune]

The Barbieheimer Solution

Written for Year of the OTP - July

Prompts: Vacation Together | Power Swap | Enemies to Friends Lovers | “What are you doing here?” | Stars | Coffee Shop AU

Title: The Barbieheimer Solution

Ship 1: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Ship 2: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Ship 3: Crystalheartshipping | Aqua/Earth

Ship 4: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,719

Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Triple Date, Fluff, Forgiveness, Fandom Allusions

   “What are you doing here?”

   The flat affect was supremely annoyed and accompanied by hackles raising and brows furrowing. Aoi had her hands on her hip whilst Miyu scurried closer, clutching onto her girlfriend’s arms and it took Ryoken quite a fair bit not to mirror that onto himself and Spectre, who had been the one to receive such a scathing question from Aoi.

   “What? I’m not allowed to go to the cinemas?” Spectre asked, irate.

   “I, um, think we’re all here for the same reason.” Miyu whispered. “A date.”

   “To see the new Blue Angel anime movie?” Aoi exclaimed.

   “Yes.” Spectre said.

   “Why?” Aoi replied.

   “Because I like Blue Angel as well?” Spectre confusedly replied. As he did so, he raised his hand to his chest, his Duel Disc glinted underneath the cuff of his sleeve. An action he did not realise would be, in what the show business calls, foreshadowing.

   Ryoken sighed, “Come on, let’s just go find our seats.” He already was here to be nice. He would have much preferred to go to the movie in the next cinema room over, which was promising helicopter crashes and guns and explosions, but Spectre so very rarely requested to see movies, he was more than happy for it to be Spectre’s choice. 

   It was just a shame that in order to get to their seats, there first had to be a debacle. And there always had to be a debacle first which was what made taking Spectre out in public so difficult at all.

   He and Ryoken had been going one way, coming from the snack bar and ticket kiosk, and they - Sugisaki Miyu and Zaizen Aoi - had been coming from another direction: the photo booth set up, all giggly and smiley… Up until Aoi had spied Spectre from across the room which was quite an achievement. Albeit for all the wrong reasons.

   “Don’t you think it's a little strange for a cyber terrorist such as yourself to be going on dates?” Aoi asked. “Isn’t there a warrant out for your arrest or something?”

   “Not anymore thanks to the kind generosity of your brother, now, let’s all go. I’d hate to miss the adverts.” Ryoken said and he was trying so hard, so gallantly, so heroically, to move them all along but it just wasn’t working.

   Spectre was rooted to the comically coloured and garishly designed navy and rainbow carpets. As was Aoi, Miyu discovered when she graciously tried to take the hint and hurry on her own girlfriend per Ryoken’s lead.

   Aoi was still unhappy with the reply. Understandable. There was still bad blood between her and Spectre. Though it was understandable to anyone but Spectre, it seemed. Spectre continued to frown. Aoi continued to stare him down.

   “I also just find it incredibly strange,” she said, practically snarling by now, which did not suit her, Miyu would like to remark, as she was too cute to snarl underneath her fluffy brunette bob, “that you consider yourself a Blue Angel fan after what you did to her book?” 

   Aoi continued to fume and as she did so, she inadvertently mimicked Spectre’s own gesture of moving her arm so that the Duel Disc underneath her sleeve glinted. Two for two now, and per the show business rules of storytelling, that meant something was bound to happen or else it would be for naught and be wasted space in the script.

   “You’re still on that?” Spectre huffed. “That happened months ago. Move on, Blue Angel.”

   “Yes, I am. It was salt in the wound, you coward.” Aoi spat and she sharply wrung out her hand.

   Causing poor Aqua inside to have quite the experience of a tilter-whirl.

   “Whoa, Aoi, not so rough, please…” Aqua piped up.

   Her little voice was fragile as her eyes spun. She had to hold onto the rim of Aoi’s Duel Disc for leverage lest she get motion sick. For a blue creature, she looked almost green but her sudden appearance caused more commotion than she intended.

   Aoi and Miyu exchanged a look. As did Ryoken and Spectre. Then Earth popped out of Spectre’s Duel Disc, enchanted by the fact that he had heard Aqua’s voice. He looked quite happy, large hands over the edge of Spectre’s Duel Disc, all but grinning as he greeted Aqua from across the way. It was quite the ravine for two Ignis, not so much for Aoi and Spectre.

   “Aqua, it is good to see you. I did not realise that you would be coming.” Earth said, bright and chatty.

   “I didn’t realise you would be coming either.” Aqua replied, her eyes squinted in an Ignis smile.

   Ryoken stiffly turned his head to Spectre, he hissed through gritted teeth, “You didn’t tell me that he was coming.”

   “What was I meant to do?” Spectre asked in a small, embarrassed voice. He awkwardly held out his hand so the two Ignis could continue to chatter; a gesture mirrored by Aoi.

   And mirrored again with Miyu.

   The two girls huddled together much in the same way that Spectre and Ryoken were.

   “So, um, why is my Ignis in your Duel Disc, honey?” Miyu asked. “I know we share her but I thought she was at home.”

   “Miyu, sweetie, I also thought she was home.” Aoi replied.

   Aqua pouted, “Stop talking to me like I’m not here. How could I not be interested in seeing the movie based on the book which helped kindle you two’s most precious friendship. I apologise for not making myself known sooner but the bus was so crowded and-”

   “Aw, Aqua, if that was the case why didn’t you say so sooner, we would’ve loved to have brought you along.” Miyu laughed it off.

   The same could not be said about how Ryoken felt about Earth.

   The way that Ryoken felt about Earth. It was tolerable at best. It was mostly out of sheer stubbornness, of course. Ryoken had spent the better part of a decade seeking the total elimination of all the Ignis and the weakest parts of six months being jealous that he hadn’t been good enough to be his Father’s prized experiment period. So there was a lot happening there.

   But Earth had a good heart, bigger than his already big body. He got along with Spectre. And that was the main thing. Even if it did ruffle Ryoken’s feathers, disgruntle him, and otherwise find ways to annoy him but it was to be expected. For all intents and purposes, Earth was Spectre’s purse chihuahua and wherever he went, Earth had to come along.

   Even to dates at the movie where they were seeing the brand spanking new Blue Angel movie.

   Ryoken glanced at Aoi and Miyu. Their own conference appeared to be over. Aqua had a much better life with them than Earth did with him and Spectre. Ryoken sighed.

   “Let’s just get into the queue.” Ryoken said, sounding utterly defeated.

   “Oh, um, bye, Earth, see you later.” Aqua piped up before zipping back into the hidden depths of Aoi’s Duel Disc.

   Earth nodded his head and did the same. Spectre recanted his posture and appeared to be trying to un-dishevel himself from being gatekept by the canon Blue Angel URL holder between him and Aoi.

   “Yeah, we need to get our print off tickets. They still only take paper here. So, like, totally mediaeval.” Miyu said and she tugged on the sleeve of Aoi’s pastel blue cardigan to distract her.

   Aoi replied with a delicate and immutable grunt to acknowledge Miyu but her eyes were still on the prize of getting back at Spectre for, well, everything he had done to her. Nonetheless, it was a whole lot more different in the meat-space than the digital one. And so, the tension between Aoi and Spectre began to diffuse as Miyu very helpfully suggested that she and Aoi go to get the print-offs of their own pre-ordered tickets. Miyu dragged Aoi off and Ryoken did the same.

   They meshed into the crowd which was a queue. Ryoken stood around, listening to Spectre catch him up on the lore of the Blue Angel movie. Seemingly unaware of how yearningly Ryoken was looking at the rival debut movie’s posters at the far side of the theatre.

   The Five Dragons movie was easily Ryoken’s first choice. 

   That would have been a fantastic date, in Ryoken’s opinion. It promised everything and more from humanity over the edge of anti-Synchro domination, the apolcaplypse and all it brought. Thrills and spills, a story of fictionalised survival. It was like a bomb going off. That would have gotten all of Ryoken’s rocks off in the back of the theatre with Spectre.

   If he hadn’t brought Earth and hadn’t been such an anime aficionado. Still, Blue Angel was fine. Ryoken had read the books too since they were favourites of Spectre’s and did have a fond recollection of it. He probably would have enjoyed it were it not for the unexpected date crasher in the form of the orange and brown Earth Ignis. That could have been a good, nay, even great movie date.

   But then again so was going anywhere without Earth. 

   That was going to put yet another cramp on Ryoken’s plans to try and canoodle at the back of the cinema. He was fairly certain that Spectre would be too enraptured by the movie to even notice that Ryoken was trying to put the moves on him in the dark, the old hand over the shoulder manoeuvre, some kissing from the side. Trying to do that in sort of public would be difficult enough with Earth around and then again after that incredibly awkward encounter with Aoi, Miyu, and Aqua, too, Ryoken guessed.

   Still, there were over a hundred available seats in the specific theatre playing Blue Angel. There were a dozen other movies playing at the same time and then similar crowds for the others. It totally showed in the crowds, so Ryoken and Spectre weren’t too worried about bumping into the girls again.

   Though, that might have dampened Earth’s spirits. He would have liked to have spent more time with Aqua but oh well. He didn’t exactly have a say in that given who his Origin and his Origin’s boyfriend were.

   And so, despite the abrasion between the two sets of Blue Angel movie-goers, the queue did get shuffled so they thankfully ended up away from one another for its entire duration. The conversations moved on and the mood lightened again for both Ryoken and Spectre. The attendant hardly blinked twice as they tried to get everyone sorted and rounded up. This way madam, that way, sir. Every ticket barely sighted before it was stamped.

   It was just a shame that despite the distance put between them.

   They still ended up next to one another.

   “What are you doing here?” Aoi asked as she shimmied past the knees of other people from one direction, the left, as she encroached on Spectre who was barging past from the right.

   “Trying to watch a damn movie in peace if it would please you.” Spectre hissed.

   “Do you want to swap?” both Miyu and Ryoken piped up from over their respective partner’s shoulder buuuuuut…

   Aqua and Earth.

   Puppy dog eyes did not begin to describe how their expressions glittered and glimmered. There was no changing the arrangements of their pre-ordered seats now. So, entirely begrudgingly, Aoi and Spectre sat down next to one another inside the theatre. The lights of which began to barely dim as they rested their hands close to one another. Too close for their comfort, personally, but it was for Aqua and Earth’s sake. 

   It seemed a single date had become a double date which had become a triple date.

   Suddenly a movie with a runtime of just under two hours may as well as be slated for all eternity because neither Aoi or Spectre were looking forward to sitting next to one another as they watched. Miyu and Ryoken, however, were perfectly comfortable. Miyu kicked her feet up, Ryoken meanwhile had his hand in his extra large bucket of popcorn. Then, of course, Aqua and Earth were having the times of their lives, quaking in joy as they got all caught up from one anothers’ absence and were generally excited to be included in the human activity of movie watching.

   The lights continued to dim more and then whoosh. Bam, bang, the theatre opening flashed on the screen as it rolled down the wall and the adverts were cued. Thank goodness. The sweet oblivion of sugary saccharine anime couldn’t have come sooner.

   But first a word from our sponsors.

   Ryoken was very genuinely enthralled by the local business adverts whereas Miyu was just waiting for it to be over and done with. Aqua and Earth’s chatter had culled as Aoi and Spectre began to, well, it was obvious that out of everyone here. They were the ones who wanted to be here the most.

   Close proximity to a sworn enemy notwithstanding.

   From the sides, Miyu and Ryoken curiously observed how Aoi and Spectre’s reactions bizarrely synchronised as finally - fucking finally - the movie started. Their eyes lit up, their chests rose and fell with breaths taken and exhaled in perfect harmony to every dramatic beat in the movie. From the very first title plate credit screen.

   Both were over the moon to see their favourite fictional character from a children’s picture book be turned into a rated PG family blockbuster.

   And what a movie it was.

   As far as Aoi and Spectre were concerned, it had everything. It had stunning, elaborate visuals and eloquently executed themes of friendship, loneliness, and redemption. It had everything: drama, action, a dash of comedy, and completely sated the child in their hearts as they watched, not even blinking lest they miss a second of what was fast becoming their favourite movie period. Easily blowing out the lesser, previous iterations of the Blue Angel canon. 

   Especially and most importantly the abominable live-action movie, both of which had the independent opinion that it should not be mentioned. A total blemish on the record but this? This was complete and total excellency of the media franchise.

   Aqua and Earth were enjoying themselves. There were plenty of scenes which brought them to tears but they were experiencing the magic of cinema for the very first time with very little lived frame of reference so their perspective may not be accurate. Still, they were holding hands from across the frames of the Duel Disc holders and having a wonderful time together.

   Meanwhile Miyu and Ryoken found it to be, well, just a movie. A very pretty and well put together movie but still just a kid’s movie. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t the mindblowing gem that Aoi and Spectre were seeing it as.

   They were both changed people after. Quite literally.

   Not even Aqua and Earth could compare to just how swimmingly Aoi and Spectre were getting along after coming out of the cinema. Of which, they had insisted on staying until the very last credit rolled so they could watch the bonus shorts that followed.

   They were the last four to leave the cinema which had mostly been filled with girls under the age of twelve accompanied by parents or other chaperones. They weren’t even moving fast, to the cinema staff’s annoyance as they tried to clean up the mess whilst Aoi and Spectre quickly found themselves engaged in a duel.

   A battle of the wits. Who could out fan the other but whilst it had begun competitively, no doubt spurred on by Aoi’s dislike of Spectre, it was not staying that way. They were quizzing each other on anything, turning everything into a longform written answer. 

   It was giving Ryoken and Miyu quite the headache as they tossed out their empty snack packets.

   “What was your favourite scene?” Aoi asked.

   “The enormity of Blue Angel’s loneliness at the start. The scene composition with her over the lake was beautiful and the colour-grading in well blue was perfectly legible. Something which other movies cannot say in this day and age.” he replied. “You?”

   “When she met Peach Angel for the first time.” Aoi replied. “Their meet-cute was adorable.”

   “I liked it when she finally got to punch the bad guy in the face.” Ryoken piped up.

   “And I loved the dance party ending!” Miyu squealed to Aoi’s laughter.

   “How could I choose? Every leg of her journey was gripping. I think I understand humans better.” Earth added on, holding tight as Spectre was excitedly swinging his hand.

   “Don’t learn from fiction, Ignis.” Ryoken roused.

   “What about you, Aqua?” Miyu asked.

   “Oh, um, it was all very good. I liked it quite a bit but nothing springs to mind straight away as it was all very consistently high quality.” Aqua diplomatically said. “Although, I was very touched by the two main girls’ friendship, it very much reminded me of you and Aoi.”

   “Aww…” both Aoi and Miyu cooed, whilst Ryoken’s skin crawled.

   Spectre, meanwhile, nodded his head sagely. He had two cents to give about their heart-warming friendship also.

   And so, The chatter continued to disperse in ripples throughout but it was very obvious who the dominant voices in the conversation were. The two who were usually anything but being reserved and introverted…

    As a crowd of four - six with the sort of hidden Ignises who were happily chatting in hiding - they were quite bustling as they came down the corridor and into the light of the cinema’s main foyer. Aoi and Spectre, walking shoulder to shoulder, ecstatically gushing to one another regarding the minutiae of the movie they had just watched. They were flanked either side by their respective partners who were not quite so enthused.

   The Blue Angel movie was fine. Just not either Miyu or Ryoken’s things. Miyu had moved onto other fandoms, though she did enjoy it quite a bit nostalgically, especially as she got to go see it with Miyu. And, meanwhile, Ryoken was still lusting to see a movie where things got blown up as his tastes were completely opposite to Spectre’s. However, to Aoi Spectre, it was a masterpiece. Nothing less than a spectacular godsend to animation, acting, and storytelling. It was just nice to see those two in particular get along. Bad blood no more, it seemed. 

   “When Blue Angel sacrificed herself for her friends, I was so very touched. The music in that scene was absolutely moving.” Spectre practically bawled.

   “I know, I know, and in Peach Angel’s arms, too, no less? I know it's not intended to be lesbian representation but it was so very gratifying.” Aoi agreed.

   Spectre sagely nodded his head, “The subtext there is hardly subtext, I think it would be a disservice to interpret their relationship as strictly platonic.”

   His reply was both courteous and measured, surprising Aoi. Then again, Spectre’s other analysis thus far had been completely perfect. He was right. The music in that particular scene was heartbreakingly perfect. And so, they continued to do the unbelievable: get along and get along tremendously, famously, even.

   To the absolute morbid fascination of their respective boyfriend and girlfriend whom they had basically left in the dust as they were so busy reliving every second of the movie they had just watched together.

   It appeared that Blue Angel could mend any relationship and bring together any opposites. Not just her fellow angels from across the colour spectrum. It would be impressive if it wasn’t quite so bizarre to see Aoi and Spectre get along so miraculously despite their history and how it even intersected with their love of the same fictional character.

   “Oh, hey, is that Ai and Yusaku?” Miyu asked, turning her head to gawk as they walked in one direction and sure enough.

   A very conspicuous couple of one dressed in a hoodie and the other dressed in vampire cosplay was going the other way. Miyu waved them down and SOLtiS Ai very happily waved at her back.

   With those two now flagged down, Ryoken huffed and folded his arms. He watched as they came closer, Ai practically prancing as Yusaku followed after, sucking down a soft drink of the medium size variety.

   “Whoa, now there’s an unlikely duo, since when did they get along?” Ai asked.

   “We just got out of the Blue Angel Movie showing.” Ryoken tiredly explained. Though, it could be his ear that Spectre was talking off right now so he was somewhat glad that it wasn’t.

   “Are you guys headed there next?” Miyu asked. “Because it was pretty good.”

   “Clearly.” Yusaku agreed. “But nah, we’re going to see the Five Dragons movie.”

   “That’s the one I wanted to catch but it was Spectre’s turn to pick.” Ryoken shrugged. He glanced over his shoulder, “Oi, you two.”

   Aoi and Spectre turned around. Both immediately startled as they were so off in a world of their own. It was honestly kind of scary. Maybe it was better if they weren’t friends.

   “Do you guys want to watch the Five Dragons movie next?” Ryoken asked.

   “What? Why? I could not be more clearly on a date with Ai right now.” Yusaku complained.

   Ryoken turned his head again and glared daggers, even Miyu looked tired, “If our dates had to get bigger, so did yours.” he said. In a clearly, overtly threatening and menacing way.

   “Also Aqua and Earth are here too.” Miyu added, sweetening the pot, surprisingly. At least for Ai, anyway.

   Ai bounced on his heel as he clutched at Yusaku’s shoulder, excited and affectionate, “It could be fun to have everyone tag along.”

   “Fine but I’m only paying for you and me still.” Yusaku said.

   “That’s fine, I’ll treat everyone else.” Ryoken smirked.

   “Fuck you.” Yusaku groaned.

   Ryoken, meanwhile, was just pleased that the expression of misery loving company couldn’t be truer. This was just the perfect solution to his movie going woes. But it truly was the more the merrier. The group getting bigger and bigger, noisier too as they re-entered the line, more or less by two by two given who was on the original solo date with who, to grab more tickets to another movie sure to be a blockbuster.