#it’s storming outside and my imagination’s running wild

[tragedyinblue]

Whumpee, soaked to the skin and terrified of heights, adjusts the tv antenna on the roof of Whumper’s two-story house during a thunderstorm after the signal fuzzed to static. Whumper sits comfortably inside with the window open, randomly calling out whether the picture is getting better or worse. They’re having far too much fun to tell Whumpee the tv’s been off for an hour.

[heesdreamer]

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PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader

SUMMARY ➩ Four years after he disappeared from your life your childhood friend and love returns back to town completely changed.

WARNINGS ➩ Heeseung is an addict and not a super amazing person, broken people with bad communication skills, rough smut, like quick hate sex basically. Super angst but I hope it’s still a good read lol… based in the late 90s early 2000s

WC ➩ 11k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ A bit nervous to be posting here again after five months since I’m pretty rusty but hopefully you’ll take it easy on me lol. No part two for this and it’s an open ending (my favorite) so infer what you’d like but feel free to ask me anything about the story or the characters! Hope it’s okay and I missed you guys. NOT PROOFREAD

Summer was pretty much the constant season where you grew up outside of the few weeks the sun disappeared and the rain turned the beaches grey.

You appreciated the break every year considering it just made the heat coming back feel ten times better, that first day being able to run into the ocean again always feeling like your towns personal version of new year.

Let the salt water wash away your sins and the tears that had long dried on your sun kissed cheeks.

Your town had been spared from tourist for most of your childhood even though it’s definitely gained traction during more recent years if the alarming amount of people outside the local diners said anything.

The locals didn’t mind as long as they cleaned up their empty bottles of sunscreen from the public beaches and didn’t interfere with the abundance of native wild life.

You definitely didn’t mind considering you were on your sixth year working at the smoothie shop just a block away from the most popular beach and you enjoyed suckering large families out of large tips by giving them basic fun facts about the area they could use for their vacation.

It was the least you could do as somebody who lived in a permanent one.

This years version of those rainy few weeks came in the suddenly deliverance of news you’d never even imagined hearing let alone prepared yourself to deal with.

“Hey.” Jake sounded out of breath as he crashed through the flimsy door of the smoothie shop, hair wet from either just leaving the beach where he worked as a lifeguard or from the slight drizzle that had started to pick up.

“Hey, don’t get my floor wet. Assuming you’re off this week?” You were folding cleaning rags in preparation for closing up the shop for the next few days due to the news channel continuously warning the locals of a storm coming.

Jake rolled his eyes at your light scolding but you noticed that he did avoid sitting on the stools or touching anything he could get his wetness on.

“Oh so it’s your floor now?” He was cocking an eyebrow up as he looked at you and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, a light smile on your face at the teasing.

You’d know Jake the same amount of time you had known pretty much anybody living in the town which was basically the entire sum of your life. All the kids went to the same small school district and everyone’s parents knew each other to some capacity so there’d never been a time you didn’t know him and your other friends.

“So…” Your extensive knowledge of him made it even more obvious that he was about to tell you something you didn’t want to hear, his tone changing to the same one he used whenever he had to let the beach goers know the waters weren’t safe. “He’s back in town.”

The mood in the small shop changed immediately and you tensed up from where you were still folding the rags, placing the one you were working on back down onto the counter and squeezing it with your hand.

You noticed the rain picking up outside and it was almost ironic how it seemed to match your mood.

“Oh.” That was all you could manage to say and Jake dropped his shoulders in defeat at your dull reaction. “No Jakey thanks for telling me that’s.. it’s nice to have a heads up.”

Neither one of you spoke for a few seconds and you let the sound of the wind whipping around the thin metal panels of the roof distract you just enough to stop you from immediately bombarding him with questions. You didn’t need him to know how much you cared even though you knew he already did.

“Did- did you see him?”

“Saw his mom at the market on my lunch break.” He was watching you so intensely that it was starting to annoy you. He looked like he was waiting for you to explode and you were considering giving him what he wanted just so he’d stop staring like that. “They’re like.. well he’s back in the old house so I’m assuming that means… yeah.”

He was awkward in his delivery but you understood exactly what he meant, your old friend wasn’t just back in town for a vacation or a trip down memory lane but instead he was back for at least the near future.

Your head hung low as you tried your best to not react outwardly but the humorless scoff left your mouth before you could stop it and you heard Jake sigh near the door.

Luck was at least in your favor considering the news was right and the rain didn’t stop for another four days meaning you and the boys didn’t have work and there was no chance of you running into the exact person you wanted to avoid.

You spent your days at Sunghoon’s house which was on the other side of town from where you and the rest of your friends lived.

Sunghoon had been the last person to join your small group and he almost hadn’t been accepted considering he didn’t go to the same school and actually didn’t live there at all. His father was beyond wealthy and owned a nice property up on the hill, a place you and your friends used to sit on the beach and stare at while daydreaming about living there.

He came down every winter from the city so him and his dad could escape the cold and icy roads and then he’d leave again once the temperature picked up.

Naturally this made him a bit of an outcast compared to the rest of you who grew up together and spent nearly every single day hanging out and playing on the beaches but you liked him nonetheless.

He wasn’t as spoiled as you figured he probably could have been and if anything he was actually pretty sheepish whenever someone mentioned how much money he constantly had at his disposal.

You’d all tease him until he bought you snacks and ice cream in bulk just to get you off his back, a silent peace offering.

An even more silent ‘I’m sorry you’re poor and I’m not’.

Once you all got older and his dad got too tired to continue the travel back and forth just to avoid some snow, Sunghoon would come by himself just to see you all and you imagined it was any day now before he decided to stay for good.

The image from their hillside property was breathtaking even through the storm, floor to ceiling windows that you’d perch yourself on while the others slept. It had a perfect view of the biggest beach and the mountains behind it and despite growing up with it as your backdrop, you never got used to it.

“Can’t sleep?” Riki’s voice was echoing through the nearly empty living room, a feat of Sunghoon’s dad practically moving out.

You turned your head to see him shuffling towards you in his pajamas with an open bottle of wine in his hands. He was taking a swig before nudging your leg with his hand so you would move it and he could sit down beside you with a groan.

His back was against the other side of the windowsill and your legs were crossing over his in a mirror image but he looked just as exhausted as you figured you did and it was sort of comforting to know you weren’t the only one handling this bad.

“When do I ever sleep?” Your hand was sticking out as you spoke and he took one more sip of the wine before handing the bottle over to you.

Your face pulled into a grimace at the sour taste and he laughed softly at the reaction before leaning forward to snatch it back and keep it away from you. You looked back out the window but you could feel him staring at you now and you sighed.

Riki had been around just as long as Jake had but he was also your neighbor which added another layer of familiarity. There was no hiding your family issues with him like you attempted with the others because he was one window away and often the person you ran to when things got too hard.

“Saw him in town you know, before we headed up here.” He was starting off in a whisper like he was testing the waters and you were getting sick of people treating you like a loose canon when it came to this. “He looks different.”

“Obviously. He was a kid last time we saw him and he’s what, 20 now?” You phrased it like you weren’t too sure but both of you were aware that you knew his exact age. You’d never forgotten his birthday and your mood soured every year on that day for the past four times it cycled past.

“21.” Riki clarified anyways and you appreciated that you both pretended you’d be able to make that mistake. “And I don’t just mean he grew up I mean he looks terrible.”

Your stomach turned uncomfortably as graphic images made their way into your mind and you squeezed your eyes tight at the thought of him and what he could possibly look like now.

“Why are you telling me this Riki?” You sounded hurt and lost and you felt his leg nudging yours again like he was either trying to comfort you or snap you out of the tense state you’d fallen into. You opened your eyes and stared at him and the way the moonlight highlighted the side of his face.

“I told him I’d meet him for lunch once the storm cleared up.” He said it slowly and that made it that much easier for you to hear the overwhelming guilt in his voice. “I’d like for you to be there. I’m asking you to be there.”

Your face fell flat but he didn’t stop looking at you as he dropped the bomb and you almost wanted to shy away from the intense gaze just waiting for you to show that you cared.

“You can’t ask me that.” It came out as a whisper and you hated how weak you sounded at just the idea of seeing him.

“But I am.”

—

Two days later the clouds were gone like they’d never been there and the unrelenting heat was building back up at full force. You all returned down from the hillside property with raging hangovers and a suffocating promise.

You tried to ignore your phone ringing on the wall because you knew who it was, or at least could guess out of three names but it was pointless considering Riki was right next door and the ringing soon turned to knocks at your window.

So you told yourself you agreed to the lunch because you were sick of being harassed about it and it was not because you needed to see him for yourself.

If anything this was your chance to prove you didn’t care about him and you just had never felt that level of loss before. It wouldn’t kill you to hear his voice and listen to the way it’s changed over the lost time and you’d be able to get through the meal with a few awkward conversations before getting to go back to your regular life.

You were immediately proven wrong the second you pushed into the restaurant and you would have stopped in your tracks if it wasn’t for Riki’s guiding hand on your lower back.

He worked at this restaurant and it was directly on the shore of the beach so despite it being busy post storm he was easily maneuvering you through it towards the table.

You stayed back a few feet as the boy stood up and went to greet your other friends, a few awkward seconds passing like they didn’t know wether to shake hands or hug before Jake was moving forward and pulling the older boy into a tight embrace.

Sunghoon was doing the same and rubbing the back of his head comfortably before Riki gave him a familiar pat on the shoulder due to the fact they’d already gone through the first encounter nerves.

The three boys immediately climbed into the booth and started to flip through the menus to give you some privacy even though you all knew they’d eaten the same things here since they were kids and knew every dish like the back of their hand.

You still appreciated the gesture considering the second he looked at you your heart clenched painfully and you suddenly felt like you were 17 again.

“Hey y/n.” His voice was low as he spoke but you could still hear it enough to notice you barely recognized it. It had dropped a few octaves and it was painfully raspy.

“You look like shit Hee.” Your blunt words and the use of the familiar nickname made him scoff out a laugh and he nodded his head in agreement to your insult.

He truly did even though you were just trying to tease him and loosen the atmosphere. He was ten shades paler than the rest of you but you had a feeling it wasn’t due to him not being around the sun all the time anymore. He looked nearly sickly and your stomach turned the more you saw the signs of that being true.

His eyes looked tired and sad but what was the worst change was how skinny he was. He’d always been thin but now he was towering over you and still looking like a strong wave could take him out.

He sniffed uncomfortably because of your intense gaze and your eyes honed in on his prominent wrist bone and the way he flicked at his nostril.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the action and he immediately lowered his arm like he’d just been caught doing something, confirming your belief.

The silence was awkward but luckily one of Riki’s coworkers was approaching to get your drinks and you scooted past the tall boy so you could slide in the booth besides Sunghoon.

It was unusual for you to be nearly silent and not engaging in the conversation but you couldn’t really handle trying to fumble your way through acting like everything was normal like the others were.

You started to wonder if they really did think it was just a normal meal while catching up with a childhood friend.

It blew your mind to consider that maybe they didn’t see the way Heeseung was constantly bouncing his knee and picking apart his napkin or the fact he’d barely taken a bite of food the entire time. Did they not see his fidgeting eyes and the fact he looked sick every glance he took towards your direction.

The boys did their best to fill the silence without bringing up anything that would let Heeseung know how much he’d missed out on and soon enough everyone was having to go back to work.

You’d gotten the day off since the storm had drastically killed off the tourist that make up 90% of your daily customers and you could tell the boy across from you felt a bit lost when everyone stated their plans for the rest of the day.

“Did you maybe want to go to the beach with me?” You had no idea why you were inviting him but by the time you noticed the shocked look on your friends faces, it was too late and the offer was hanging heavily in the air.

He looked around like he wasn’t quite sure you were talking to him and his eyes were a little more alert when he finally turned back to face you.

“Uh yeah sure.”

Riki gave you a cautious look as you left and Sunghoon parted you with a swift kiss on the cheek and another firm hug for Heeseung. Jake was heading to the same place as you for his shift as a lifeguard so it made the walk down the street a little less awkward.

The roles reversed from lunch and now it was Heeseung’s turn to fall silent while you and Jake softly joked and made casual commentary on the damage the storm had did. You would have forgotten he was there at all if not for his constantly sniffling and the fact his presence shifted your entire atmosphere.

“Be safe yeah?” You weren’t sure if it was meant to have a double meaning but Jake made your stomach turn as he left your side to head to the watch tower.

Heeseung was clearing his throat beside you but you ignored him in favor of finding an umbrella to sit near, not quite under so you could still feel the sun on your skin. He opted for sitting directly under the shade and you were brought back to when you were kids and he was always the last one inside.

He was impossible to tame and get out of the water even long after the sun set and the parents began to call you all home but he couldn’t be more different now.

Memories of his freckled tan face smiling at you, eyes squinted against the bright sky with his hand above his eyebrows to try and block it so he could see you better. His laugh always the loudest sound over the crashing waves and the way it felt when he’d wrap his arms around you to throw you into the water.

Now he was practically curling in on himself to avoid the rays and he looked almost pained at the sounds of the kids playing and splashing around.

It was hard to believe this was the same boy who had you convinced there was salt water in his veins.

“Since when are you getting high?”

You didn’t sound at all accusatory in your question, just plainly asking for an answer to the obvious but he immediately tensed up and sent a glare that would have you believing you’d gotten it wrong if it wasn’t for the embarrassment in his eyes.

He took a few seconds to answer but you extended your thin patience towards him and waited.

“I’m not anymore.” He had a funny tone to his that almost sounded like he was saying an inside joke, something you clearly didn’t understand and your face furrowed. “That’s why I’m here actually.”

Your mouth was parting in realization and you couldn’t help the bitter laugh that slipped out of you. You felt overwhelmingly stupid in that moment but it wasn’t necessarily your fault for not assuming the worst about his intentions.

“Here I thought you were back because you actually missed us. Didn’t realize this was your rehab.” He didn’t look amused anymore and you were struck by how much you wanted to see him smile at you again.

He nodded and looked away from you and that was enough for you to realize the conversation was over.

—

four years ago

You’d never been anywhere else but you had a hard time believing any other place could measure up to what you were experiencing now.

The sounds of your lifelong friends splashing each other and laughing as they took unexpected blows from the waves, bodies crashing through the surface of the water and pushing back through with groans of playful annoyance.

You knew the sun was setting soon which meant the head lifeguard (who happened to be jake’s older brother) was going to usher you all back home and away from the water but you would have given anything for the moment to freeze.

Even if your butt was damp from the wet sand you were sitting on and you were starting to shiver from the lack of clothes paired with the disappearing heat.

You watched as another head popped out of the water before standing to his full height and glancing around like he was searching for something. His gaze stopped on you and a bright smile broke out on his face at the sight of you sitting on the beach and observing the scene.

It made you feel warm to see him brush off your friends and push through the water so he could get over to you, shaking his head to semi dry his hair and laughing when you squealed at the sudden wetness hitting you.

“You cold?” He was flopping down onto the sand next to you and his cold skin brushed yours for a second before you flinched away and groaned.

“Yeah but I think Jaeyun’s brother is gonna make us leave any second anyways.” You were scrunching your nose up as you looked over at him and he smiled up at you.

Heeseung always seemed to be smiling but especially in your direction.

You weren’t an idiot and you didn’t at all miss the fact that he was extra attached to you. You had a deeper bond than anybody else in the group and even though you weren’t exactly sure when the transition into something deeper happened, you were sure you both could feel it constantly bubbling under the surface.

It wasn’t something you felt like you needed to confess or say out loud officially because you had all the time in the world here with him.

“Come swim with us.” He was watching you as your hand reached over to swipe the drying sand off his forehead.

“Not happening Hee sorry.” You smiled when he groaned and rolled over onto his back, knowing you had made up your mind by the tone in your voice. “We can always swim tomorrow.”

—

Tomorrow never came because the next morning you were racing down to the Lee house with a plate of cinnamon rolls Riki’s mom had made and finding it almost completely empty.

Your heart had dropped into your stomach but you still slowly approached the familiar door and knocked against it softly.

Typically you didn’t even bother knocking considering you were there more than your own house but something was off and you suddenly felt like an intruder.

The sight of his grandma opening the door and giving you a pained expression when she saw it was you almost fully killed you and if that didn’t do it then the fact she softly whispered to you that he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon definitely did.

It was hard not to grab her by the shoulders and demand she tell you where he had gone and it was even harder to hold in your sobs as you ran all the way back to the house next to yours, bursting into Riki’s living room and climbing into his bed to cry while you waited for him to get off work.

He’d barely understood you through your blubbering sobs and when he did he was joining you in the bed and falling into a hurt silence.

The hurt rippled through you for months until you gathered the courage to ask his grandma for his address so you could write him a letter.

She was clearly reluctant but she gave it to you anyways and you spent all week writing it and expressing to him how you felt, both for him and about the fact he had left without saying goodbye. You wished she’d turned you down when it got sent right back unopened and the same thing happened for the next twenty after that.

You kept writing them for two years even though they’d always make their way back to the post office and at the end of that summer, you finally put the pen down.

At some point during the third year you’d gotten a postcard that had no writing on it or even a signature. It was just a blank card with a photo of some cartoonish cherry blossoms and a small river.

You somehow knew it was from him without any confirmation and you wept like a baby in the middle of all the mailboxes, hugging it to your chest and swearing you’d never let yourself feel like that again. You almost sent it back to him like he’d done to you for so long but instead you stuffed it under your pillow and tried to not feel it’s weight every night you slept.

Now four years later he was suddenly everywhere again.

He’d started to work at the surfboard rental shop across from your own place and he was practically at every single hangout like nothing had changed.

Except everything had changed and he was such a jarringly different person that you almost felt like you were hanging out with the corpse of your old friend.

“We’ve gotta get you some sun man.” Jake was disguising his concerns with some light teasing one of the days you all made your way up to Sunghoon’s place but you all knew Heeseung and his current state was the constant elephant in the room.

“Yeah.” His noncommittal low mumbling was about the most you got out of him these days and you sighed from where you were laying on the couch.

His empty gaze landed on you when you were standing up and pushing Sunghoon’s legs off of you (much to his annoyance). You approached him and stuck your hand out in his direction just to be met with a raised eyebrow and no movement.

“Cmon let’s go.” You were firm in your words and shaking your hand slightly to urge him to take it in his before you got too impatient. He sighed at you but did exactly that and you pushed aside the warmth that spread you in favor of pulling him up so he was standing.

You were slightly thrown off by how close he ended up next to you so you took a step back while raking over his tall frame and clearing your throat.

“I’m sick of your moping.” You didn’t expect him to continue holding your hand after you pulled him up but you took advantage of the opportunity and started to tug him behind you as you walked towards the doors.

Heeseung stayed silent as you dragged him outside and down the long sandy steps that led down the hillside and onto the small private beach that the park family owned. You never hung out there much as kids considering you weren’t allowed to surf here and you preferred the large waves and active community of the public one but it would do for now.

“What are we doing?” He was finally speaking once you dropped his hand and turned to look at him.

“Going swimming obviously.” You were pulling your shirt over your head the second you finished speaking so you just barely saw his reaction to your hands grabbing the bottom hem.

It was long enough that you managed to watch his eyes widen and drop down to the sudden skin showing but he somehow was able to have a blank expression again by the time you got it off and tossed it onto the sand carelessly.

You’d turned to walk closer to the water but you stopped and looked over your shoulder when you realized he wasn’t following you anymore.

“Cmon.” Your thumbs pushed down the hem of your shorts to showcase the rest of your bikini and now you heard him scoff a laugh as the water touched your ankles.

The water was unusually cold from the few cloudy days you’d had but you were determined now to get him to have some fun and open up a little bit before he really started to bum the rest of you out.

You fought your smile when you heard light splashing behind you and when you finally turned around you were thrown off by the amount of pale skin you were seeing. Obviously you knew he’d have to take off his shirt to get in the water but you were mainly stuck on the changes to his body.

He’d clearly filled out, something you could have guessed from the height, and now he looked surprisingly strong unlike his lanky frame he had when you were younger. Outfit of his ribs slightly showing, he definitely had some muscle definition that you looked away from immediately.

Your eyes landed on what was even more jarring and he surprisingly didn’t shy away when you scanned over the bruising covering his stomach and sides.

You met his gaze for just a second and he just stood there with the light ripples hitting his belly button.

“Get into some trouble?” Your question was light and almost teasing so he had room to ignore you. You didn’t want to bombard him for answers especially since it wasn’t really your place anymore.

If this had been four years ago, you would have wrapped him up in your arms and demanded to know who possibly could have hurt him but that boy wasn’t here anymore. He definitely wasn’t the cold one standing in front of you.

“Something like that.” His response was as uncharacteristic as you expected it to be and you simply nodded your head before waiting for him to catch up to you.

He was up to his chest now in the water and you were starting to struggle to stay afloat which seemed to amuse him if the quirk of his lips told you anything.

“Isn’t this nice?” Your voice was quieter now and you almost face palmed at how nervous and unnatural you sounded.

Heeseung was just watching you like you were the one who had changed but there was something heavy in his eyes now. You almost flinched at the feeling of his warm leg brushing yours under the water once he was finally starting to relax and float a little but you managed to collect yourself.

He hummed in agreement but you could tell he was just doing it to give you the answer he knew you wanted to hear.

You wondered if the cold water felt good on his bruises or if you were just making him feel worse by trying to help.

“Surprised you didn’t bring the others.” He was talking again surprisingly and now he was fully floating on his back with his gaze set on the sky and the colors of the setting sun. “Since you and Sunghoon are so close now.”

The jealous tone of his voice was not something you were used to and you didn’t realize he could sound even less like himself until he proved you wrong.

Heeseung and you had always been each others number ones and he’d never had to doubt his position in your life before but it made you blood boiling mad that he had such an accusatory tone now like you’d done something wrong.

Did he expect you to sit around and mope forever, holding out hope that he’d maybe decide to return one day despite not even knowing where he’d gone?

“We’ve always been close Heeseung. We all are.” Your voice was stable despite how the opposite you felt and something unsaid was being heard loudly in your choice of words.

For the first time since he came back, you were blatantly excluding him from the group. None of you were teenagers anymore and you’d been through a decade of stories and experiences just in the last few years as you transitioned into adults.

Maybe the sight of him now, grown up and empty, wouldn’t have hurt so bad if you watched it happen slowly instead of all at once. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened this way at all and he would have been a totally different person with your influence.

You immediately felt guilty and gross for giving yourself that much credit.

“It’s different now though.” He seemed set in his idea that you and Sunghoon had some secret deeper bond and you didn’t even try to argue with him this time.

“You’re different.” The response you settled with was pretty petty and he seemed to agree judging by the way he scoffed but he was sitting up and moving a tad closer to you in the water.

“Yeah well you’re exactly the same.” He said it so simply that you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be an insult, compliment or simply just an observation. He was either calling you immature or making a callback to how your relationship used to be.

You figured it was the latter when his hand was brushing against your waist under the water.

“Not all of me.” Your voice had gotten lower now as you realized the mood was shifting to something you’d not experienced with him before.

You’d always found Heeseung attractive obviously but he was so young and you weren’t exactly the age either where you were thinking about him in this way. Sure, he’d been touchy back then with his hand in yours or an arm around your waist as you walked together but never with this look in his eye.

It felt wrong to have him shifting even closer to you, bare chest and his wet hair almost covering his eyes as he stared down due to your newfound height difference.

Mainly the wrong feeling came due to the fact that you barely knew him now and you didn’t want to get to know him like this. You wished it had happened naturally, your friendship had returned when he did and so did your comfortability and maybe eventually the love buried deep in your chest.

But you were so desperate to feel something from him, anything that might indicate he had once cared about you. So you didn’t push him away when he leaned down to kiss you.

His mouth was hot against yours and suddenly all of the teasing touches and heavy glances made a lot more sense.

He had a desperation you didn’t expect and your head was spinning by the time he was pulling you even closer by your waist and slotting his knee in between your legs under the water.

“Hee.” You breathed out his name as he licked into your mouth and he shushed you impatiently, not wanting to give you the chance to stop him before he’d even gotten to really have you.

You weren’t going to and your hips were rolling against his leg, the water hitting higher up on your stomach and making you gasp from the cold and how it splashed over your covered chest.

He seemed to notice considering he was impatiently pulling the fabric of your bikini top away from your skin and you moaned when his mouth was leaving yours in favor of hungrily connecting with your hard nipples. The warmth of his mouth made you spin and you held the back of his head against your chest.

His knee was rocking under you and you kept grinding yourself down on it, free hand wrapping around his back and feeling the muscles clench everytime he moved himself towards you.

“Hee.” you gasped out his name again and this time he atleast hummed in acknowledgement, big hands gripping your waist and forcing you to keep moving against him.

“Cmon y/n, stop fucking talking.” His mouth was back on yours and this time it was you who immediately licked into his closed lips, the sound of his low voice spurring you on even more.

He was lifting you out of the water and your legs wrapped around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. You didn’t even realize he’d be strong enough to lift you but he seemed to have no problem as he started walking towards the shore and you rolled your hips into his hard on that you could now feel pressing against you.

Your mouth parted when you felt how hard he was already and he laid you gently down onto the sand before climbing ontop of you and kissing you again.

This time his body was covering you and you whined when his hips lowered down on yours.

He was sitting up for only a second so he could finish untying your bathing suit and tugging it off of you and you watched as his eyes locked hungrily on your bare chest while you panted heavily.

Your eyes were big and wanting as you stared up at him and the sight was almost too much so he went back to kissing you deeply.

His body was still just as wet as yours and the feeling of his hot skin warming up what the water had cooled was almost as addicting as the way he rolled his hips down slowly.

“Fuck y/n.” He was groaning into your neck and you inhaled at the way he was biting the skin and definitely leaving marks on you. “Used to be mine remember?”

You were shaking your head in disagreement but the way you were rocking your hips and holding onto the back of his head was very telling, you might as well have had his name carved on you.

“Gonna make you mine again.”

Heeseung was pushing your bathing suit bottoms to the side and playing with the waistband of his before impatiently shoving them down onto his thighs. You were both hurt by his impatience and extremely turned on by the fact he was about to take you on the beach without even fully undressing you.

“Tell me you want it.” His tongue licked up to your ear and you gasped at the feeling of his thick head pressing against your wetness, your legs spreading automatically for him.

“Want it. Want it Hee.” You were breathing heavily and trying to fuck yourself down on him even though it was pointless considering how strong his grip on your waist was, pinning you down against the sand and feeling the way you arched up into him when he started to push himself inside.

The slide was easy and your cry was loud enough that you almost worried the other boys would be able to hear you.

“Fucking tight.” His voice was strained as he spat the words through gritted teeth and you clenched around him at the praise, wanting to make him feel as good as he was so easily doing to you. “Perfect pussy for me, sliding right in. So wet y/n.”

His constant use of your name made you feel even more insane and you whined louder when he bottomed out inside you. Heeseung didn’t waste any time before he was starting to roughly fuck into you and it was exactly what you needed after years of pent of anger and emotions.

“Fuck me hard Hee.” You begged him through your cries and he gladly delivered exactly what you needed, slamming his hips against yours so fast it was painful. “Fucking hate you.”

“Hate you so much.” His rebuttal was quick and he caught your mouth in a rough kiss as he spoke, teeth hitting yours making you wince in pain.

“Show me. Fuck me like you hate me.”

He was doing what you asked without any question and you almost broke from how much you could feel it radiating off of him, hate and anger stemming from something you didn’t even understand.

Then it was over before you even processed it started and you were both left panting on the sand as the sun finished setting and the sand underneath you dried.

Heeseung was rolling away from you to land on his back with a grunt and your entire body shivered when you felt his arm pressing against yours and giving you a little bit of warmth that barely made up for how cold you felt all over.

Everything surrounding you was cold now and him not saying a single world just made it ten times worse.

You were hit with shame and guilt tenfold and tears were springing to yours eyes before you could stop them. You vaguely heard him shifting next to you and sniffing loudly, your head turning to him.

Your eyes grew in size when you saw he’d dug something out of his discarded shirts pocket and was sitting up with his head turned away from you like it would make what he was doing any less obvious.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Your voice was low and venomous and your hands uncomfortably went to cover your chest as you sat up and scooted away from him. “You’re getting high?”

He didn’t even look over at you as he cleared his burning throat and shoved whatever the small capsule was back into his crumbled up shirt. The sight of him rolling his eyes like you were annoying him almost made you just sink into the ocean and disappear.

“Get dressed before they come down here and find you like that.” He was standing up as he spoke again and you hated that the tears were fully falling now, hot on your flushed cheeks.

Your shaking hands did their best to tie up your bikini top and he finally looked down at where you were still sitting on the sand and sobbing. You weren’t sure he could see the tears considering how dark it was now but when he turned his face away with a cold expression you knew that he had.

Heeseung was pulling his shift over his head and hesitating for just a few seconds while looking at the stairs back up to the house, almost like he was considering leaving you there.

“Who even are you?” You weren’t sure how you managed to speak so strongly through your cries but he clearly felt the impact of it as he tensed up and his jaw locked.

“Does it matter?”

——

After you’d gotten dressed you had stormed past him up the steps only after slamming your shoulder into his side and steeling your expression. He gave you a few seconds before he was following you up but he didn’t come inside when you got up there.

You’d gone up to Riki and quietly asked him if he could take you home, cold hands shaking as they gripped his wrist and eyes still swollen.

The other boys were silent when they saw the state of you and you just hoped they couldn’t guess what had happened, shame hitting you hard at even the idea of them finding out how you’d just been used and discarded so easily.

You sat there the entire car ride back to town with your head half out the window and the warm summer air doing it’s best to stop the tears from rolling down your face.

Riki didn’t ask you any questions and you were grateful when he pulled into his own driveway and not yours, not even realizing how much you didn’t want to go home until you saw your front door and felt the nausea building.

It was unspoken that he let you rot in the bed in the spare room for the first few days and by day three Jake was rubbing your back softly and trying to get you to eat something.

Sunghoon came and went constantly and you spent most nights with him laying beside you, not touching or speaking but just having him there. You weren’t sure if they’d figured it out or if Heeseung told them but something in you knew that they knew what happened.

You started to feel slightly better after a week of moping and letting yourself finally feel the heartbreak that’d be been building for so many years and after two weeks you were back to work.

If you spent more your shift looking out the window to try to get a glimpse of him in the shop across the street then that was your own personal secret.

He was still somebody you cared about as frustrating as that was but it still made you sick that you started to worry when you hadn’t seen him for a few weeks.

It had been almost a month since that night on the beach and you no longer could assume he was just avoiding you. The town was too small and you would have run into by now regardless if you wanted that or not so he’d either been completely isolating himself or he was gone again and you weren’t sure which one of those hurt you more.

“He’s still here.” Sunghoon’s voice was low next to your ear as you laid in his bed this time, giving Riki and his family a break even though he insisted they didn’t need or want one.

You still wanted to come up here with Sunghoon even though it was a bit hard considering what had happened last time but you figured it was hard for him to be in such a big house all by himself now that his dad wasn’t coming anymore.

“Did you talk to him?” You were rolling onto your stomach and looking at him with wide eyes and he sighed softly as he studied the hope on your face.

“Not really.” He was mumbling now and the pout your lips formed almost made him feel sick. “Just for a second. I was skating past his place.”

You were nodding in understanding but you felt weirdly settled that he hadn’t gone anywhere and he was seemingly here to stay despite how it always felt like he was trying his hardest to get away from you all. You should have get the times worse that he was around and you had a change to run into him sooner than later but you were an idiot at heart.

“He doesn’t deserve you being sad for him, you know that right?” Your hair was being pushed behind your ear by Sunghoon’s hand and you watched him as he stared.

He looked vulnerable and it made sense considering he was not the type of person to say things like that to anybody, especially not to you. Your heart hurt hearing it from somebody else but you gave a soft nod anyways despite not at all agreeing with what he was saying.

“I mean it. You’re like… the best thing any of us could even begin to imagine and he acts like you’re going to stay no matter how he treats you. He’s always been like that, you just didn’t want to see it.”

Your face fell as he kept talking and getting more and more upset. You’d had no idea he felt this way or even noticed things like that and you hated that you started to think about what Heeseung had insinuated before on the beach.

It made you feel overly warm to consider that Sunghoon might have some type of feelings towards you and yet here he was, laying in bed with you for days and comforting you after you let some asshole break your heart for the thousandth time.

“I’m not going to let him do that to me anymore Hoon.” You heard your voice as it came out and heard how obvious the lie was, knowing he did too when he was just blankly staring at you.

“You love him.” His response was curt but it hit you full force and you tried your best not to let any visible reaction show. “You chose him a long time ago.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about you choosing Heeseung over yourself and your own well-being or if he was once again saying what you think he might have been.

The guilt coursed through you when you were laying your head down on his chest and listening to how fast his heartbeat started to pulse but you couldn’t look at his honest face anymore and the conversation needed to end before it was all too much.

It was only building more when the next morning you were writing him a note letting him know you’d be back soon before hitching a ride back into town.

You spent the entire hour it took getting to Heeseung’s house both trying to gather the courage to go through with your idea and also trying to talk yourself out of it, reaching a peak of panic when you were knocking softly on his door.

He took a long time to open and just as you were about to turn around and leave, there he was.

Standing in the doorway that you’d seen him in close to a thousands times but looking so different that it felt brand new. He didn’t look surprised to see you on his porch and that made you feel even shittier.

“You okay?” He surprised you with the question and how genuine it sounded but you kept your face flat.

“Are you okay?” You emphasized the word and shifted uncomfortably in place until he was stepping aside and letting you in the small house. “The boys are worried about you.”

If he knew you were lying than he didn’t mention it and you took a second to glance around the living room.

Not much had changed about it besides the numerous boxes that were either still unpacked or in the process of being put back away. You didn’t want to ask him and when you met his eyes again you could tell he didn’t want to answer.

“Well I’m fine.” His answer finally came and he was biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying not to say something.

He was such a mystery to you that it was genuinely started to get under your skin. He looked at you like you’d done something so terrible to him and you had absolutely no idea what was bothering him so much, especially since he was the one who had left you.

“You’re fine?” Your voice was flat and bitter and he nodded stiffly to which you scoffed and rubbed your face in annoyance. “So you don’t want to talk about it? You don’t think we should?”

“Go talk to Sunghoon if you want someone to talk emotions with.” His gaze was fiery on you and you almost flinched away from it like it really could have burned you.

You stared at him dumbfounded for a few breaths and the air in the living room was so tense you worried the walls would collapse from it. He actually looked slightly regretful after he said it which shocked you but it didn’t really matter since it was already in your head now.

Heeseung was taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair before looking at you one more time.

“I’ll get dressed and we can go.” You didn’t respond to him and your hurt stare was clearly making him uncomfortable. “Is that okay?”

You waited just a few more seconds before you were giving him a curt nod and covering your mouth from the shock of the entire conversation and whatever was happening between the two of you.

He was turning to walk down the hallway to his room but stopping midway and giving you a glance over his shoulder like he was making sure you hadn’t left.

Your shoulders lost all tension the second he was out of sight and you leaned against the wall to help hold you up, proud of yourself for not running out or embarrassingly tearing up again.

It was quiet for a long time and you didn’t even want to begin to imagine what was taking him so long to throw on a simple outfit but you’d begun to wander around the house while you waited, ending up in the kitchen.

“Oh y/n.”

The soft voice calling out for you had your head turning swiftly and your eyes widened when you saw his mom standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Ms Lee.” You sounded astonished and you hoped she wasn’t too offended by the fact you were standing in her house with your sandals still covered in sand. “I didn’t know you were home. I’m sorry to barge in.”

“Always such a sweet girl.” She waved her hands at you like you were ridiculous for apologizing for such a small thing and your heart warmed when she crossed the room to hold your face gently. “You’re friends with my son again? I’ll take that as a good sign.”

You smiled lightly and just nodded at her, not having the nerve to tell her you weren’t exactly friends and he definitely wasn’t doing as well as the hope in her voice led you to believe she thought he was.

“You were always so good for him. He worried so much about you never forgiving him for leaving but you must understand it wasn’t his fault.” Her hands were warm on your face and you felt a lot of guilt as she spoke.

You weren’t exactly sure you were supposed to be hearing this so you didn’t ask her any questions or pry.

Heeseung must’ve heard his moms voice because he looked flustered by the time he came out of his room, barely pulling his shirt over his head as he crossed into the kitchen and looked between the two of you.

“Ma, what are you doing back?” His voice sounded overly similar to how it used to as he comfortably addressed her and the difference shocked you.

“Don’t make me sound like such a bother.” She was lightly scolding him before letting go of your face and you immediately missed the warmth of her hands and gaze. “I was just telling y/n how happy I am you two are together again.”

Your eyes widened at the same time his did and your face flushed bright red at the implication that she thought you and Heeseung were dating now, along with how she apparently had thought you’d been dating beforehand too.

“Oh relax you two. I just mean together as in the same space.” She laughed and waved her hands in dismissal again but you definitely didn’t relax. “Where is he taking you?”

It took you a few seconds to realize she was addressing you and your mouth parted in silence, fumbling for an answer since you didn’t actually know where he was planning for the two of you to go.

“It’s a surprise Ma.” His voice was gentle and so was the kiss he laid on the side of her head, her eyes shutting happily as he kissed her teeth and rubbed him on his shoulder. “But we’ve gotta get going.”

She was shooing you away without another word and giving you a heavy glance that you didn’t really understand, following behind Heeseung as he led you out back through the side entrance that came out onto their driveway.

“Oh holy shit. You still have this thing?” You were curling your nose up at the sight of the old beat up pickup truck that his grandpa used to drive you all around in.

You always got the luxury of sitting on one of the other two seats inside since you were the only girl but all the boys had a blast everytime they had to pile into the bed and feel the wind drying them off as you drove home from the beaches and waterfalls.

Heeseung’s grandpa had died when you were about twelve and the truck sat in the driveway for many years until his grandma was giving him the keys for his 16th birthday, a wink and a swift warning before sending him off to pick you all up.

“I still remember you outside my house blaring on the horn.” You were smiling to yourself as you went around the front so you could climb into the passenger side, feeling the rough leather.

He was getting in a second after you and you tried your best to stare as he situated himself and cleared his throat before putting the truck into drive.

Your gaze on him made him glance your way as he was backing out but it barely lasted a blink before he was looking away.

You waited an hour before you were speaking again, spending the entire time with the windows down and the sound of the loud wind filling up whatever silence the old radio left. It was playing some tape his grandpa had left behind and his hands were tapping the steering wheel in time with it.

It felt the most like your old times with him than anything else had so far and you had to remind yourself that things were still different.

You may have taken this drive with him a dozen times but things had changed. His hand wasn’t on your knee drawing shapes and your eyes weren’t bright and filled with love as you laughed and yelled over the music together.

That picture was a lot warmer than what reality was and you glanced over at him again.

The mountains were stretching behind his side profile now that you were farther away from town than you usually went and he looked so relaxed and calm that you almost felt bad for ruining the silence.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going anytime soon?” You were turning your body so your back was against the car door and your legs were curled into the middle seat, a few inches from the side of his thigh.

He didn’t answer you right away and you scoffed in annoyance at his audacity to just ignore you straight to your face like he hadn’t been the one to invite you here. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him in upset but he was pulling onto the side of the road and parking the car before you could get really mad.

You sat there for a few seconds while he gripped the steering wheel and you took the time to glance around the area.

It was a long dirt road with a lot of thick trees and bushy areas, no other cars or parking lots in site. You were beyond confused and if it was anyone else with you then you’d even feel a little scared but despite Heeseung feeling like a stranger, he wasn’t one.

“Are you okay with walking a bit?” His voice was low when he finally spoke and you noticed he sounded similar to how he did while talking to his mom earlier, your heart tugging at how casual he was being towards you after weeks of hearing him sound so angry and empty.

“Y-yeah.” Your eyes widened at the sudden question and you felt embarrassed for stuttering even though he didn’t seem to care considering he was nodding and getting out of the truck. “Not a problem.” You mumbled to yourself before following him.

He was disappearing into the tree line and you would have been more confused if you didn’t see the faintest evidence of an old trail that had clearly been overgrown.

Heeseung was confident in his steps and every turn he took seemed like it was practiced so you quickly gathered that he knew exactly where he was and you wondered when he would have come out here enough to be this knowledgeable about it.

You were together pretty much all the time as kids and as far as you knew he hadn’t gone anywhere since coming back to town so his mystery was just growing even more to you.

You’d been walking for about twenty minutes with just the sounds of snapping sticks and the wind rustling the trees before it was opening up to reveal a small waterfall and a pond amongst the trees.

The bank was completely made up of rocks and fallen tree logs, something completely different than the sandy shores you were used to. You could tell right away this wasn’t a place for swimming but you just kept following him as he hopped onto the large boulders before eventually sitting on one.

You watched the side of his face as you waited for him to explain and he just watched the view with a slightly pained expression.

“Can you… can you not look at me.” His first words hit you hard and you flinched at the rough tone he’d taken on again. “Please it just will make this easier.”

Although confused, you nodded and opted for instead staring at the way your feet were dangling over the open water. Your thighs were burning from the rough edge of the boulder and the height you were sat at was slightly intimidating but you willed yourself to not look at him no matter how much you wanted to.

“I came here the day that I left. Stole the truck and ran out of the house even though my mom was practically tripping over herself in the driveway trying to get me to stop. I think she thought if I went I wouldn’t come back.” He took a break for you to process what he was telling you and the last sentence hit you hard.

You knew he loved his mom and hearing about her fear and what actually went down the day they moved away was almost too much and you considered asking him to stop talking.

Instead you clenched your hand onto the cold boulders surface and waited for him to keep going.

“It was a world of things that don’t matter anymore, never fucking matter but I need you to understand how much I regret it.” You could feel him looking at you now.

“I should have said goodbye to you and I should’ve answered your letters but I knew I’d come back the second I heard a single word from you and I couldn’t leave her alone. She needed me and I figured you’d be okay with the others. You’d hate me but you’d be okay.”

His voice was getting shakier and you couldn’t resist looking at him anymore although he didn’t look upset that you had done so, his hand stretching the distance between you so he could grip your hand that was practically clawing at the stone.

You squeezed his warm hand tight in yours as you sniffled and the tears built up quickly when you saw how nervous he looked.

“And I’m so fucking sorry for what I did to you at Sunghoon’s.” He grit his teeth as he said it like it pained him to remember and your stomach turned uncomfortably, almost feeling sick at the memory of how shut off he had been now. Especially comparing it to the way he was looking at you now. “I was angry at myself and took it out on you. It was fucking disgusting.”

A sob hit you at that and you don’t know if him scooting closer made you feel better or worse but you leaned into him anyways and felt your heart calm at the way he wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/n I don’t regret it okay? Just the way that it happened but you know… I-I hope you know that I’ve always-“ He sighed and stopped talking like he couldn’t find the words and you wiped your face quickly.

You leaned away from him just enough to get a good look at his face and he looked panicked like he didn’t know how you were going to respond.

“You’re not high right now right?”

His face fell in hurt at your question before it was turning into understanding and guilty, the shake of his head not doing nearly enough to lessen your worries which he quickly seemed to notice because he was leaning closer and making sure you could see him when he spoke.

“I’m not high I promise you. I haven’t been since that night on the beach.” He sounded genuine and you would have believed him before but you didn’t know him now and he easily could’ve been lying to you. “How can I help you know that?”

The desperation in his question and expression made him look so much younger and another sob hit you as you started to see him for who he was.

Not some corpse like imposter who had moved back to town and taken the identity of your old friend and lover but just a lost and confused Heeseung who had clearly gone through something you didn’t understand yet.

So when you kissed him it wasn’t for any other reason this time, it wasn’t because you just wanted to feel that he was actually there or because you thought there was no other way to be close to him again but it was because you wanted him to know that you believed him and you were patient.

You’d been patient and you’d continue to be because Sunghoon had been right when he said you always loved Heeseung and you’d constantly choose him.

Something in you told you that this time he’d do his best to choose you too, his hands holding your face so gently and his thumbs swiping soothingly over your cheeks to rid you of the constant stream of tears despite his own wetting his face too.

You weren’t even really sure what you were crying for.

If it was for the pain he’d put you through or the pain he was dealing with himself. Maybe it was because of the lost time and the years you could’ve spent together or the relief at not having to experience his absence again, something beautiful in the way you were holding each other and sharing the grief of what could have been.

You could only hope that what will be would be worth every tear in the end.

[pokemonranch]

Hey Clay!

When I was young, my family and I went to Kalos on holiday. Whilst I was there, I caught a weird "Wooloo" in a field whilst we were having a picnic. The "Wooloo" turned out to be a Mareep and was wild too. I guess I got lucky there and that's how Mareep (who's now an Ampharos) became part of my team.

I've always lived in Galar, even now as an adult so seeing a similar pokémon to Wooloo was unbelievable. That's when I realised I've never seen Wooloo and its evolution Dubwool outside of Galar. I know that Mareep are common in Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Kalos, Alola and Paldea (and sometimes Unova) but why not Galar? Mareep is The Wool Pokémon and Wooloo's fur is used to make wool. So why can't Mareep be found here and why can't Wooloo be found outside of Galar?

That's a great question! It's mostly due to a difference in climate and predators that made Mareep less suitable to live in Galar than the native Wooloos there.

First things first tho: Mareep are only truly native to Johto and certain parts of Kanto; but they've been introduced to all other regions by humans hundreds of years ago! The reason why them and not Wooloos is quite simple: they're weaker physically and less prone to break out of their enclosure. Unlike Wooloos, a single Mareep using Tackle against a fence won't cause much damage, plus, their Electric typing gives them natural protection against predators in most of the environments they're found on (The only exception being Sinnoh)

So, why ain't Mareep found in Galar? Well, for starters, because of the climate! Electric-typed benefit from a dry climate so they can store ambient static, and Galar is... pretty wet. Wooloo's fur is so dense it's almost waterproof, but Mareep it's not; and having a bunch of Electric-types covered in water after a storm is... not safe. And lastly... because of these guys!

Bultunds are the livestock guardian 'mons in Galar, and they've been doin' that job for hundreds of years! Now imagine your guardian livestock 'mon trying to handle dozens of electric sheep when itself is generating electricity every time it runs. The reason why Wooloos are not found outside Galar it's the same these guys aren't used as guardians anywhere else either. They're kinda made for each other!

[ohisms]

↪     𝔞  𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 .    (  a  collection  of  sentence  +  action  prompts  appropriate  for  a  forest setting .  adjust  phrasing + reverse  as  necessary .  )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

i think we’ve been going in circles .

we should stay here until morning ,  it’s too dark .

think we should carve our names into a tree ?

how much longer until we can get out of here ?

i didn’t think i’d find anyone else out here .

[ name ] ,  i’m really not an outside person .

can you hear that ?  sounds like a waterfall .

where did you go ?!  don’t wander off like that .

i didn’t imagine it could be so beautiful out here .

do  ...  do bears do that ?

could you give me a hand with my tent ?

get out of your head ,  there’s nothing out here .

i don’t have service .

what exactly are we looking for ,  again ?

there’s nothing like the peace i feel out here .

hey ,  wait up !   i don’t want to lose you .

“ [ name ] ?   [ name ] ?!  where are you ?! ”

c’mon ,  let’s explore a little .  take a risk .

put that down !  you’re like a child .

bears are the least of our worries out here .

tell me a story ,  c’mon .  a scary one .

uh  ...  my compass isn’t pointing north .

can i put this in your bag ?  i want to save it .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

sender and receiver reach their destination on a hike .

sender invites receiver to climb a tree with them .

sender and receiver stumble across a wrecked campsite .

sender and receiver share a tent on a camping trip .

sender pushes receiver up against a tree to kiss them .

sender runs into the woods to flee from receiver .

sender and receiver follow a strange trail found in the woods .

sender tells receiver a campfire story .

sender and receiver volunteer in a search party .

sender and receiver play hide and seek in the woods .

sender and receiver encounter a wild animal .

sender and receiver come across a  [ river / waterfall ] .

sender gets injured in the woods and receiver has to help them .

receiver loses track of sender in the deep woods .

sender and receiver have a picnic in the woods .

sender and receiver flee from something together ,  into the forest .

sender and receiver build a treehouse together .

sender and receiver have to find shelter in the woods from a sudden storm .

sender offers to help receiver set up their camping equipment .

sender joins receiver in their tent to alleviate receiver’s anxiety .

sender and receiver hear strange noises from the trees .

[yonaioana]

Genshin characters with a Gn! teapot god s/o

I will use mainly the characters I have in my teapot for this or characters that I want to have.

Characters: Gorou; Tighnari; Kazuha; Thoma; Scaramouche; Xiao; Cyno

Gorou

I imagine this being during the vision hunt decree. Basically everything he needs in the teapot. I think mostly his s/o would work as a healer for the troops,a hideout or as a food suplier. Even if his s/o would understand the importance of a quick heal on the battle-field or a hiding place in case of a retreat, Gorou would feel very bad about using his s/o godly powers. He needs a lot of reasuring that you are ok. He's too embarrassed to recive kisses and head pats from his gigant s/o, especially in front of his soldiers. Due to your size hugs are a bit of a problem, but he loves sitting in your hand placing small kisses on the corner of your mouth or cheek. He also loves when the two of you float above the clouds where his soldiers cant see their general being soft & lovey dovey.

Tighnari

He would use the teapot for reaserch purposess the walls of the main building being plastered with reaserch papers and jurnal pages of his findings. He is overjoyed with the ideea of experimenting with the teapot plants without affecting the wild life of Sumeru. Imagine him managing to find a better alternative for some medicine and running out of his lab to show you, eyes full of excitement, basically glowing. His s/o gently masaging his head behind his ear when he decides to study outside. He would most definetly want to invite Cyno and Collei to meet his s/o. He will never let anyone from the Akademya aproach the teapot, since he is very very afraid they will take you away from him. Azar once took interest in the pot asking Tighnari how it works and he hissed at him.

Kazuha

The teapot would be extremly usefull on his travels, when the storm comes in he can just enter the teapot to dry his clothes and get a kiss. The moment he enters the teapot he gets picked up and taken to the hotspring. His clothes out on a drying rack and Kazuha chilling in your hands while being wrapped in the thickest blankets. He loves laying on his s/o's chest while the two of you gently float above the clouds. While he does enjoy the winds some are so cold it gets instantly chilly, he feels the best when he's cuddled up to you in a warm embrace. He would bring little souvenires from his travels and hang them up since you do most of the decor.

Thoma

He would feel a little weirded out at the fact that he's not the one doing the house chores anymore. His love language is acts of service so rpegardless of the fact that he doesnt have to do anything he does take up on all the cooking. One day while you were looking at furniture blueprints he noticed one that looked like a bowl. You were suspicious at first but you bought it anyway at your lovers pleads. The two of you usually slept toghether above the clouds but for some reason that night he asked if it was ok if he slept into the main house. As you retreated for the night Thoma began to work for the bigest hotpot he ever made. Only did he not realise that you were the god of this teapot, you didnt necesarely need sleep instead staying there above the clouds admiring your lover puting so much work into your bowl of food. As morning rolled in Thoma was now trying to keep the food hot so you could still eat it warm. You had to act as if you just woke up and so surprised ready to enjoy his cooking. He's never been more proud of himself.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche would ask you to turn the teapot to look like some evil lair where only he is allowed to live. He has a hard time keeping the teapot safe since his colleagues keep trying to get their hands on it. After he got defeated Nahida brought him to you for healing. When he woke up he just broke down crying. Babbling about how he lost the gnosis while hugging your wrist. He tired himself to sleep crying whie you were kissing his head. Even though he doesnt need food to survive he does feel beter after eating something. He would talk to you about the whole becoming a god thing while you were holding his hand.

Xiao

Xiao is an angsty yaksha but he does like to impress his "dad" which was the first reason why he accepted the gift from granny Ruoxin. He put the teapot on a cupboard on the upper floor of the Wangshu Inn and didnt think much of it until granny asked him if he liked the inside of the teapot. He met you a little while after he teleported in the pot. He felt very bashful at first and avoided you a lot but he started being more comfortable around you. He ended up confessing after pretending to not understand his constant blush and the tsundere behaviour. He will not let you pick him up at first cause it makes him feel small but he quickly realises that you leaning over to kiss him is even more embarrassing.

Cyno

He will keep the teapot a secret. You remodeled the enviorment in a way that is refreshing and cooling since he spends most of his time in the desert. It was a pleasant surprise when you started growing mist flowers around the water. He will bring his friends over in the hotter days and you really took a liking to them. You also installed a few floating islands since he likes looking you in the eyes or braiding your hair. He likes to brush and braid your hair when the sages get on his nerves in order to calm down and keep and keep a cool head while telling you his jokes as practice. If you do laugh at any of them his heart would melt and fall in love all over again (he doesn't show it though). He brings you cactus flowers so you can plant some around the waters. There were a few times when he was so tired from work and fell asleep in the spring only to be quickly scooped out and wrapped in a blanket. He woke up a few hours later after what he felt like the best nap of his life.

[always-and-forever-daydreaming]

A helping hand

warnings : (my writing probably, haha) none? just fluff and some good old hand kink, mention of blood Honestly, I have no idea how to write, but hands of this man have been haunting me for long enough to make me post this.Also, English is not my first language, so if you find any mistake, please, correct me. Enjoy, fellow Mikaelson whores! <3 Also the most amazing @archangelslollipop made this edit you see above, thank you, bestie. She also made me post this.

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You were reading a book when Elijah stormed into the room. Well, this was his study after all. You immediately closed it and put your full attention onto him. You never seen him like this. He was pacing back and forth, his chest heavily raising and falling. You were actually scared.

What could have happened to leave this normally very calm man looking like this?

He finally stopped, looking outside through the window, as he ran his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. You noticed his jacket was missing, his tie wasn't straight and his shirt had few buttons undone.

Then your eyes landed on his hands.

His rolled up sleeves exposed his arms. You swallowed the lump in your throat. His arms and hands were always your weakness. You just couldn't stop looking at them for some reason. Well, for a very obvious reason, really. And the longer your eyes lingered on them, the more heat started spreading through your body. Your imagination was already running wild. You could almost feel those hands touching your body, fingers trailing down your throat and then closing around it. Not enough to kill you, of course, but enough to make you hot and bothered.

You closed your eyes and exhaled trying to clear your head.

"I think I should leave..." you mumbled and stood up from you seat.

"No!" Elijah exclaimed loudly.

You froze in your actions and looked at him in disbelief. You never heard him raise his voice like that, let alone while he was speaking with you.

"I apologize for my outburst,"he said as he looked at the ground, his voice much quieter, "Please, stay right where you are, if you do not need to go, that is."

You were eyeing him for a while. Why did he want you here? It's not like you could do much to help. Not that he would tell you what was going on, anyway.

But at the state that he was in, you didn't dare to ask.

"Alright."

You sat back on the chair.

He let out a loud breath and started pacing around the room again. That went for about 5 more minutes, his pace was still the same if not quicker, so you took all the courage that you could muster and tried to intervene.

"Elijah?"

It seemed as he was waiting for that, because he started to passionately elaborate what happened with anger in his voice.

"Nothing is going according to plan. Nothing. And now they -"

He stopped and let out a breath, his shoulders shaking, knuckles whitening as he clutched a corner of his working desk.

You gulped.

Those goddamn hands are going to be the end of you.

"Those pathetic existences think that they could lay a finger on you."

That brought you back out of your dirty imagination rather quickly. This whole ordeal was about you?

"You mean the De Martel siblings?"you asked as you watched him pour a glass of bourbon.

The Mikaelsons really have a bottle of an expensive alcohol in every room in their house. And boy, does the house have a lot of rooms.

"Yes. I should have ended the both of them centuries ago. Aurora is a complete lunatic and that narcissistic waste of space..."

He shook his head and downed the golden liquid in his glass with one gulp.

"But why?"

He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes.

"Pardon?"

You stood up and made one step towards him.

"Why me? Why Are they threatening to hurt me?"

He put his glass down and his mahagony eyes locked with yours.

"Because you're important to me."

Your breath hitches, your heart stops.

"To all of us," he adds quickly and turns away from you again.

Disappointment fills your entire body. How could you even for a second think that you mean something more to him? You should be grateful that the siblings care for you as a good friend. They're like your family, you basically live at their mansion now and you love all of them.

But with Elijah...

You just couldn't help but want something more. He was the definition of perfect in your head. How completely selfish and pathetic of you.

"And Tristan had the audacity to take your beautiful name into his disgusting mouth. I am going to destroy him."

You shivered at his cold tone. Suddenly, there was a loud shattering sound. Your head snapped in his direction and you saw that he broke the glass while he was holding it. You closed the distance between the two of you and carefully grabbed his hand by his wrist. 

"Oh my god, Elijah," you whispered as you were looking at his palm that was full of shards of glass, blood trickling from the cuts.

"It's nothing, please, don't hurt yourself."

His voice was smooth, like velvet caressing your brain.

You quietly laughed and answered : "It's not nothing. You're literally bleeding and you're worried about me getting hurt?"

He chuckled in response.

"You know that my wounds heal much faster than yours."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes, but not when you have glass still inside them. Let me get those out for you. Do you have a tweezers by any chance?"

He used his other hand to open one drawer and handed them to you. It scared you how organized he was.

You hopped on his desk and took his hand on your lap. The lamp was shining its light right where you needed it, so you could see even the little pieces glittering in it. You carefully took them out, one by one. Comfortable silence surrounded. You were trying not to focus on the fact that you were holding the hands that didn't let you sleep for the last week. Well, maybe even longer than that.

"I think there's none left," you said as you were turning his hand to see if you missed some.

"Thank you, my dear. I appreciate your help."

His voice was warm again, and you could almost feel his chest vibrating, that's how close you two were.

You just smiled and kept staring at your almost locked hands.

"Forgive me, it seems some of my blood got on your hands."

He handed you his hankerchief. You took it with your free hand. You didn't want to let go.

"Y/n?"

You looked up at him. Fuck it. You might not get any other chance to do this. And you only live once, and god knows for how long when De Martels are trying to get you and you're just a human.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have very good looking hands?"

You were shocked that you actually said it out loud. Elijah was taken aback too. To say the least. His eyes widened and his lips parted.

That's it. He's gonna call you a creep, kick you out of their house. This is the end of your fairytale.

"No, I believe noone has ever told me that," he smiled at you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, you smiled back at him and brushed you thumb over the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to you. One hand staying on your lap, the other finding yours that was resting by your side, clutching the piece of cloth he gave you. You felt your fingers interlock and you closed your eyes too. You couldn’t believe that this was happening.

„Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most beautiful being inside and out that they have ever come across during a millenium?“ he whispered to your ear.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin. You didn’t dare to open your eyes. You felt like you’re in a dream and if you open them, it will all go away. Your heart was singing his song.

„No, I believe noone has ever told me that,“ you repeat his words, smile plastered on your face.

And than it happened. You smelled his cologne more intensely than ever before, that scent that was driving you crazy and brought peace to your soul at once. Your heart sank when he took his hand out of yours on your lap, but only for a second, until you felt it brush your cheek gently, almost carefully, like you were going to fade away in a second.

His warmth welcomed you as he leaned closer and closer. And then your lips touched. It was like fireworks went off in your brain. After a moment, he pulled away and your foreheads were touching.

It was almost an innocent kiss, a quick peck. But it said everything you both needed in that moment.

You burried your face into the crook of his neck and put your hands around it. His fingers played with the loose locks of your hair. You were in a blissfully unknown state.

„These hands won’t let them come near you. They won’t have a chance to even touch a hair on your precious head,“ he mumbled as he kissed the top of it.

You giggled.

„But I wouldn’t mind if they would touch me in the meantime,“your voice was muffled by his neck.

He took you by your shoulders and gently pulled you away from him, so he could see your face.

„Oh, is that so?“

He smiled, his eyes twinkled and he kissed you again. For much longer this time.

Much, much longer.

[oddeyevibes]

Some Trix headcanons (with extra witch stuff)

I think it’s dumb for witches to be seen as too deceitful to be able to work with each other. So I headcanon witches just say that to make themselves seem scarier to fairies. Like of course they would make covens all the time, the ancestral witches were a powerful coven and ideally most witches go to Cloud Tower with the intent of graduating with their new found sisters.

I especially think they would have covens as a way to compete with the power of fairies who wouldn’t really need to make them since so much of the magic dimension empowers them while witches would probably have to thrive off of more negative forces.

That being said, Witches & Fairies exist on a more yin and yang type of spectrum. I can see every fairy having a witch that acts as an opposite. You can’t have a light fairy without a witch of darkness. Can’t have a fire fairy without a witch of ice. Or even something like you can’t have a fairy of polyester without a witch of silk lol.

There has to be a school that teaches both witches and fairies. I imagine whoever runs it wishes to create a more hospitable relationship between the two groups.

There are places where witches aren’t stigmatized which is why you don’t so many in places like Magix outside of the Cloud Tower staff and students.

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Ok now Trix centered ones.

I think it’d be interesting for Stormy to be from Linphea. Since the weather plays a huge part in the growth of plant life. I always saw her as Flora’s opposite. With Flora representing the beauty of nature and Stormy representing its wrath. And it goes with my whole idea of Fairies being stronger alone because Flora’s domain is so much of nature and plant life while Stormy is really in control of one form of weather.

I would imagine Stormy is from a part of Linphea where weather magic users are more common even fairies of weather but they’re less passive than the folks where Flora lives. Like you’ll have fairies and witches that symbolize things like controlled fires, wild fires and storms which is where Stormy would come in but she’s just more akin to a pyromaniac as she likes the destruction storms can cause.

I also headcanon Darcy is from Solaria but she is from the part heavily influenced by the Moon. Because I do think it’s interesting how both Darcy and Stella are kind of like the free birds of their groups because Darcy always have goth hippy vibes. So I imagine it’s a Solaria thing. So being from the Moon region of Solaria, Darcy’s powers are not just darkness but also illusions.

Imagine this being how the Trix initially learn about the ring of Solaria where Darcy casually mentions royal family heirlooms and they mistakenly believe it might hold the Dragon’s Flame. But I also think when Stella is kidnapped in the first season it’s because Darcy would know especially how to manipulate a fellow Solarian since she would probably have experience.

The Trix would sabotage other budding covens in Cloud Tower because they felt it challenged their rule as the Queen Bees of the school.

Darcy wasn’t AS mean alone as when she’s with the others because she was normally reading or training with her magic. But trying to interrupt her or brown nose while she’s enjoying her solitude will make her emotionally DESTROY you and god help you if she tells Icy and Stormy.

Icy used to get bullied hard as a freshmen because she was more like Marta which is what really changed her.

In general, all three of them were loners (not by choice) because their personalities never meshed well with the other witches. Icy wasnt as mean, Darcy was more of a live and let live person, and Stormy was considered TOO much. Each were bullied and singled out and thats how they gravitated towards each other.

Icy is the only one who’s heterosexual. I imagine in places like Solaria and Linphea, sexuality and gender isn’t as strict or overtly labeled and folks just do whatever they want. So both Darcy and Stormy never THOUGHT to be committed to the opposite gender in a way Icy probably had to as a princess that would’ve been expected to produce heirs.

I think largely, Icy is very disciplined because of her upbringing. Which is why she clashes with other witches as a freshmen because they were more chaotic. Especially since there aren’t many other royal witches who she can relate to.

I don’t like the idea that Icy never told Darcy and Stormy about her past because by then we see that the Trix are there for each other no matter what. So I headcanon that Icy tells them sometime during their 2nd or 3rd year and they actually console her and promise to keep her secret.

I think it works to showcase the Trix have Just as much a strong bond as the Winx as their rivals. Like showcasing that there can be strong bonds in the light (Winx) and in the Darkness (Trix). And it subtly showcases how witches and fairies aren’t different. There a group of beings aren’t evil just by existing. They’re evil because of their choices.

Icy might not have started out evil and only set out to become a powerful witch but she realized she liked it. She liked the feeling of control, she like the feeling of controlling the fate of others in the same way the witch that destroyed her family. And so long as she was in control, she’ll never be hurt again. She’ll hurt whoever. Just never her sister. And never her coven sisters…much.

Darcy lived in a commune. I imagine she didn’t really have much. But I also imagine she didn’t really want for much either. She’s an odd one and it’s often surprising for people back home to learn that she turned out so evil. They’ll often be like “THAT Darcy??? Trying to take over Magix?? I mean yeah, she was a little hooligan back in the day but I didn’t think she was THAT evil.”

And Darcy was a hooligan. Like I said before, a free bird. Live and let live. She didn’t want power or wealth or fame per se. Definition of “I just wanna do hood rat shit with my friends”. And you’d think that be mainly Stormy and yeah it is but Darcy is the type to just be like “I’m bored, let’s go bully someone”. It’s hard to describe what her brand of chaos is. She’s kind of like a toned down Lestat in some ways.

The only one who actually like horrors movies is Icy. She’s the type of person to tell you CONSTANTLY how SHE’D survive if she was in those situations and it gets on the others nerves. Darcy is more of a thriller person and Stormy is very predictable in liking action movies and disaster flicks.

Stormy also enjoys nature documentaries. Specifically those about insects from Earth. Her favorites being spiders, Praying Mantises (praying manti??), and Stick Bugs. She likes watching stickbugs dancing.

Darcy also is fond of bugs as seen in season 1. She in particular likes the REALLY creepy crawlies. She misses the army of decay bugs at times.

I wrote so much without realization it but I’ll end it here.

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Alright, wrote a little something for all the gresties who struggle with storm anxiety like I do. I see you, I feel you, you’re not alone. You’re not crazy for feeling anxious or afraid. Like seriously you’re not, my messages and asks are ALWAYS open. I really hope these help you all in some way ❤️

Now, then… This is how I imagine the boys would comfort you during a storm:

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Jake:

Night time storms were one of your biggest fears. Everything was even more dangerous, with the decrease in visibility. That unsettled you to an unexplainable, unhealthy amount.

If there was a tornado, you wouldn’t see it coming and that was more than enough to send your anxiety soaring to heights that you couldn’t come down from at times.

You sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently to the weatherman on the screen. Everything he was saying was somehow going in one ear and out the other, besides the part where he’d said “tornado.”

“Jake??” you called for him, worry laced so heavily in your voice.

His footsteps were coming down the hall immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?”

All you could muster was a shaky, pointed finger towards the TV screen.

Jake watched and listened for a moment, before looking over at you with a softening expression.

“Oh, love…” Jake ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. “It’s gonna miss us… See?” He pointed to the TV.

But that wasn’t good enough for you.

“But what if it turns this way??” you question seriously, watching the Counties under said tornado warning scroll along the bottom of the screen. “I mean…It could happen…”

Jake stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to help soothe you or make you feel at least a little bit safer.

Your head snapped to the window as wild lightning flashed from outside, then snapped back towards Jake with even more worry evident in your eyes.

“Baby, It’s okay,” he spoke gently but firmly. “Do you wanna sit in the bathtub until it passes? Would that make you feel better?”

It felt ridiculous - for you and Jake to squish into the bathtub for no reason other than for the sake of your anxiety, but you knew it would help. Jake knew it would help and he would do anything to make you feel safe.

Jake grabbed a couple of extra blankets and tossed them down in the tub, leaving one to lay over your shaking body.

He got in first and sat down, then, reached his hand up to stable you as you stepped in. You sat down between his legs, letting him pull you back against his chest. Both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, squeezing reassuringly.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered calmly. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re okay. You’re safe right here with me.”

Sam:

Thunder shook the walls of your house, jolting you out of what had been a peaceful sleep.

Once you adjusted, you could hear the wind banging things around, the rain - sounding more like hail - hitting against the windows a roof. The lightning lit up your room as if it were daytime.

You sat up in the bed, running your hands through your hair with an uneven exhale of a breath.

“Love bug,” Sam mumbled from beside you, startling your further - not realizing he was awake.

Your head snapped to look back at him and he continued in a gentle command, “Lay back down.”

More lightning lit up the room and a particularly rough gust of wind shook the window, causing you to avert your attention from Sam entirely.

He sighed knowingly, sitting up to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down himself.

“Sammy,” you whimpered.

“Shhh,” he hushed you softly, pulling you against him and enveloping your body. “I’ve got you, bug. I’ve got you.”

You tried your best to settle down and relax into Sam. He started to draw little patterns into your arm, squeezing you in his arms every so often to let you know he wasn’t gonna let go.

“You’re so beautiful… you know that?” Sammy asked softly, speaking as though he would scare you further if he talked too loud.

You hummed in acknowledgment to his words, but couldn’t find it in you to form up a better response. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for one.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world…” he continued, his voice already starting to calm you as he knew it would. “So smart, and funny… so sweet. So, so sweet. You’re so strong and brave, aren’t you?”

“M’trying…” you mumbled quietly, trying to let sleep overtake you before more anxiety could instead.

“You are,” Sammy corrected. “So strong. And you’re safe… Right here with me. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here when you wake up, love bug.”

Josh:

Storm after storm; it never seemed to end. You would be blessed with a few days of sunshine, only to be bombarded with more severe weather in the wake of those sunny, warm, days.

Of course, to you inconvenience, this time around the storms just had to be hitting at night.

“Mama, you can’t stay up all night.” Josh argued lightly - worriedly.

“But what if our phones don’t go off for a warning and we don’t get woken up? What if-“

“Baby, please,” Josh pleaded lightly, crouching down in front of where you were sat anxiously on the edge of the couch. “You need sleep. We both do. You shouldn’t stay up in here and scare yourself even more.”

He was right, if he went to bed and you stayed up, that would just make it worse - not having him next to you.

“We can turn the bedroom TV on, yeah?” Josh reasoned. “We can turn it on, I’ll make sure the volume on my phone is up all the way… It’ll be okay. Just come lay down with me, okay?”

With a defeated sigh, you got up and followed Josh to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, the TV was already set to the Weather Channel and his phone was plugged in on his nightstand.

“How’d you know I’d give in?” You questioned him, trying to sound playful but still just sounding anxious.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to be ready just in case,” Josh answered, climbing into the bed. “C’mere.”

You climbed in beside him, watching him as he leaned over and flipped off the lamp on his nightstand. He picked up his phone and held it out in front of you.

“See?” He pressed the volume buttons on the side. “Volumes all the way up, mama. If it goes off, I promise it will wake us up.”

You nodded and sunk down into the blankets, feeling surprisingly calmer than you were feeling before.

Josh, laid on his back next to you, guided your head to his chest.

It was silent for a few minutes, save for the faint sounds of the weatherman talking away on the TV, until Josh began to sink quietly.

“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again…

It’s been a long, long time…”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that fluttered out of you, the anxious feelings in your body being overtaken by the gently melody that Josh was filling the room with.

“Haven’t felt like this, my dear

Since I can’t remember when…

It’s been a long, long time.”

The sounds of thunder and wind and rain, faded into background noise as Josh continued to lull you to sleep with his voice, not stopping until he was positive you were sound asleep.

Danny:

“Babe?” Danny called, finally returning home late from the studio.

The storms had kept them stuck there for a few extra hours, but the second a break in between storms came, Danny was rushing home to get to you.

He searched around for a moment rather frantically, before finding you laid out in the floor of your walk in closet with blankets and pillows.

“Baby girl,” he couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that slipped out of him at the sight before him. “How long have you been chilling in the closet??”

“Uhhh,” you started, looking at the time on your phone. “Since the first tornado warning…”

“Babe, that was 4 hours ago.” Danny stepped in carefully, sitting down next to you.

“I’m so sorry,” he sighed weakly. “I should have just stayed home with you today.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you assured him.

“Do you wanna come into the bedroom…?” Danny asked hesitantly. “We can cuddle on the bed…?”

You looked out into the bedroom, then back down at your phone that had just lit up with another warning.

“Could we… Do you think we could cuddle in here?” you asked him seriously with a sheepish expression.

A little hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “Yeah, we can stay in here.”

Danny slid underneath the blankets beside you, tugging you securely into his side and placing your legs over top of his.

“You wanna hear about to Kiszka Studio chronicle of the day?” Danny asked, making an attempt to focus your attention elsewhere.

You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“So, after one of the storms… Jake insisted on going out and looking at the hail,” Danny began, the exasperation already clear in his tone. “It was fuckin’ massive. So, of course, he brings a couple of them back inside with him and he tossed one at Sam, but Sam missed it and it hit his bass…”

You genuine gasp jolts out of you, knowing good and well that Sam was very cautious with his instruments. “Did Sam kill him??”

Danny giggled at that.

“Not… yet? I don’t know. There was a lot of yelling after that, but he didn’t kill him,” Danny continued, laughing lightly. “You know Sam, though… he’s ruthless. He’ll get him back.”

@twistedmelodies @ourlovegrows @doodle417

[maskedtruths666]

Paid story part 2! Denise makes a crucial decision.

As Denise was faced with an ultimatum, she decided to play it cool. She said coolly to Henry, “Whatever this is, I’m not doing it. At least not in the office. Spice things up. Get me a new dress first, then we can talk.”

She then immediately turned around and headed to the exit. As she opened the door to exit, Joyce was intently waiting outside, as if she knew what was happening. When their eyes met, Joyce immediately approached Denise and asked what happened. Annoyed, Denise said to her, “Henry is a pervert. I do not want to work with him.”

Joyce immediately covered up by saying that it’s all part of an elaborate test and that Denise had passed it.

“Anyway, this is nonsense. I don’t like being treated like this. One more stupid test, and I will report this to HR.” Denise said and she stormed off.

Before she left the building, Henry rushed out after her and stopped her from leaving.

“Please, allow me to apologize and explain clearly why I did what I did.” Henry said, holding her arms.

“You have 2 minutes before my boyfriend arrives. You have until then.” Denise said coldly, arms wrapped together.

“Look, the moment I saw you, I fell crazily for you. I’ve never seen anyone with such features before. With such grace as you walked in. Your smile froze time. Needless to say, I’ve never had much success charming ladies without the use of money. When I saw that you needed money or rather, your boyfriend is not earning nearly as much as you, I thought I could use money to impress you. I apologize for being in the wrong.” Henry said, seemingly apologetic.

Before she could decide if she wanted to accept his apology, Jared’s car pulled up in the pick up point. He honked at Denise to signal his arrival and Denise promptly bade Henry goodbye, hurriedly accepted his apology and got into the car with Jared. The night ended without much occurrence but Denise kept the situation at work a secret from Jared as she didn’t want him to think so much.

The next morning, Denise wore a dress to work instead. She was curious how Henry would react. After all, it would not hurt her chances of a promotion with a director having a crush on her.

“But babe, you’re dressed up way too sexy just for work. The guys would be ogling you and thinking of fucking you the entire time. I don’t want you to wear this dress to work.” Jared lamented, throwing a hissy fit.

“Come here my darling.” Denise said as she signaled Jared to come over.

Jared pouted as he walked over. When he reached Denise, she knelt down and pulled out his cock. She started swapping between sucking it and stroking it. In between that, she said, “Imagine the office guys taking me one by one. Making me the office whore and using me as they see fit.”

Upon saying those words, it was as if it was magic. Jared’s cock instantly became rock hard and started throbbing and was almost on edge.

“You must really want this huh?” Denise said, perplexed at Jared’s reaction because she was just teasing him.

“Please make me cum.” Jared whimpered, almost begging Denise.

Denise then decided to deep throat Jared, sucking him dry whilst she knew his imagination was running wild. She sucked him as if her life depended on it and when Jared came in her mouth, down her throat, she continued sucking him off. She did not stop. She ferociously sucked his dick even after he came down her throat and Jared was just continuously moaning and losing control of himself because Denise was just that good with her mouth.

Finally, Jared managed to regain control. He pushed her on the bed, turned her over. With her cute petite ass facing him, he removed her laced pink thong and kept it in his pocket. He spread her wide open and without warning, he thrusted deep into her. With one hand, he grabbed her hair, pulling it towards him. He then started thrusting harder and harder into Denise. The other hand was groping her tiny tits all over and he was relentless. With each thrust, both Denise and him moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so damn good. Please don’t stop.” moaned Denise, as she was loving how in command Jared is and how he is fucking her exactly how she wants to be fucked.

“You’re mine, all mine. You hear me? Only I have access to your pussy. All of you belongs to me.” Jared said as he thrusted hard with each word, clearly making a point.

“Fuck me harder, I’m all yours, I’ll always be yours.” Denise moaned as she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

Jared responded by pounding her pussy even harder, imagining that it was the office guys that were gang banging his precious princess. That sent him into an uncontrollable rage. He fucked her so hard and fast that Denise actually orgasmed from how rough and fast it was. Jared could not control any longer and he unleashed his second round of cum deep into Denise’s pussy, not giving a damn in the world.

“Ah fuck. Fuck baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this. Fuck me, this is great.” Denise exclaimed breathlessly with cum oozing out of her pussy.

Jared grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him. “You are mine. I am not sharing.” Jared snarled as he grunted next to her ears.

“Yes daddy. I’m sorry for teasing you.” Denise said, puppy eyeing Jared which seemed to calm him down.

“I’m keeping your thong with me. You’re not going to wear any today.” Jared said as he kept it and smiled mischievously at her.

“Fine, but don’t blame me if guys make a move on me.” Denise said, pretending to pout.

“It’s okay, you’re all mine anyway.” Jared replied.

The day in office passed by with Denise feeling extremely horny because remnants of Jared’s cum was still inside her.

At lunchtime, Henry made his move and asked Denise out for lunch. To his surprise, she agreed and she actually went out with him. As they were going for lunch, Henry and Denise were at MBS and they passed by a shop with a really nice dress. Henry remarked, “What wouldn’t I give to see you in that dress?”

Denise dragged him by his hand, into the shop and immediately asked the shop assistant to prepare the dress for her. She winked at Henry before going into the dressing room to try it on. She was feeling particularly desired and wanted Henry to sneak into the changing room but after 5 minutes, she came out feeling a bit disappointed.

“Here, help me take a picture and you can keep it as a reward.” Denise said, sitting down and posing for Henry.

After that, Henry surprised Denise by going up to the assistant and saying that he’ll pay for the dress.

Pleasantly surprised, they had a nice and fancy lunch and Denise was feeling surprisingly daring. She wanted to make a move on Henry but she also knew it was wrong. But she wanted to thank him for the dress. It wasn’t cheap.

Fast forward to the end of lunch, before Denise went back to the office, she said to Henry, “Take me some place nice. I want to thank you properly.”

Getting the hint, Henry smiled and brought her to the suite at MBS. Wasting no time, the moment they entered the hotel room, Denise pushed Henry against the first wall and unzipped his pants and got on her knees.

“This is for the fancy lunch and the perfect dress. Nothing more, nothing less.” Denise said as she stroked Henry’s cock.

“The sluts always end up on their knees for money.” Henry smirked as he let Denise “thank” him properly.

As she was stroking and sucking his dick, Henry could not help but moan and groan at her tongue technique. Something about this was just so satisfying and he was almost about to cum just from a little bit of stroking and sucking.

He dragged her up by her hair and turned her around. He pushed her to the nearest table with a mirror and bent her over. He lifted up the back of the dress and put his cock at the tip of her already soaking wet and dripping wet pussy. As the tip of his cock was at the entrance of her pussy, he desperately wanted to just thrust it in.

“You’re such a god damn whore aren’t you?” Henry said as he noticed how wet Denise is.

“Only wet for you. You can afford things my boyfriend can’t. I’ll let you use me if you continue buying nice stuff for me.” Denise blurted out, surprised that her inner hoe was unleashed.

“Now that’s what I like to hear, you cheap fucking whore.” Henry said as he thrusted into Denise’s wet pussy.

THE END! Part 3 coming up!

[brainrotgoverner]

How would you portray each storm hawk personally, theor personality ect.

I am literally salivating at the mouth at the question rn 💞 OKEY SO, I am going to try to keep it short cuz if I tried to put every single thought I have of Storm Hawks down I would probably pass the non-existent word limit XD these are just my headcanons tho lol

Aerrow: He is under a lot of pressure to unite the kingdoms and finally bring peace to all of Atmos to the point he let his role as the sky knight of the Storm Hawks consume his personality. Finn has his guitar, Junko has his scrap but all Aerrow has is his training (and occasional air surfing) he lets himself have fun, but it's generally for the sake of his teammates. Don't get me wrong he is an amazing leader and even a better warrior but that's all he ever lets himself be while Atmos is still threatened by the Cyclonians. He is an ridiculously brave adrenalin addict with a good heart that, in the end of the day, wants both Atmos and Cyclonia to have their good ending.

Piper: Curious and ever-questioning by nature. She is almost obsessive with her crystal work and willing to lose countless hours of sleep for it. She is clever, understandably strict and can be snobbish at times, especially in the presence of people she admires. She has a good heart and shares Aerrow sentiment for both sides of the war to have their good ending.

Finn: He has an inflated ego, a wild imagination and hyperactive tendencies. Despite his arrogant and sometimes cowardly behavior, he is competent. He enjoys annoying Piper and getting up to mischief with Junko, but at the end of the day, his antics are harmless and he knows to own up to something he actually messed up in (like the episode where Aerrow broke all the bones in his body)

Junko: He has no self confidence, despite his feats, and relies on Finn to hype him up. Despite being in front lines of war, he hates conflict and fights between his friends and generally doesn't know how to behave when it's directed at him. He is actually an amazing cook, the only problem is wallop food can't really be digested by humans.

Stork: Two words. Anxiety and trauma. He is generally cowardly and avoids facing the enemy outside of his safe space that is the Condor. He is erratic and his behavior gets unpredictable outside of Condor (like when he ate a crystal and got stuck with a raptor) he is an amazing plot, shown by the fact he can keep the older-than-100-years and falling apart Condor up, running and even winning against Cyclonia. I genuinely believe Condor wouldn't last a week without him to be her life support.

Radarr: The team pet that hates being called that. I have nothing bad to say about him. Perfection personified. Third best character in the show. I am very very biased about cute animals. He is brave, competent and knows how to keep a falling apart skimmer afloot. Rebuild a rusty old skimmer. Let him fly the Condor. I love him.

[kayrockerqog]

Tyranno Kenzan (Hassleberry) Headcanons 🦖💥

Because the inner machinations of my mind urge me to go feral, as I do, over this boy. Enjoy my madness.

He's very familiar with plant life, to the point of knowing their scientific names and being able to recognize edible plants and herbs in the wild. He's confused Syrus and Jaden many times by picking a plant seemingly at random and munching on it as they walk back to the dorms.

He has this innate ability to sense when it's going to rain/storm, both because of his leg tensing/aching and he gets HORRID migraines when the weather changes significantly. And he despises them. He doesn't like being dizzy.

Doubly, his leg cramps far more that he gives off, but he doesn't want to bring it up most of the time. Jim's the only one that's noticed, because Karen will nuzzle her head against Tyranno's leg when it's sore.

[Cut for the sake of breaking up the text!!]

He gives such blatant neurodivergent vibes, like that is an autistic man right there!!! but the notable parts of it are him being the type to communicate with/subconsciously stim through growls and grunts, especially when trying to focus, and he chews stuff (his necklace, fingernails, pencils, random ass stick he found outside-)

He really likes creature feature films!!! He has a small collection of collectors edition copies of movies in the genre, and outside of Jurassic Park, his favorite is the original Godzilla.

On the subject of movies, he cries so easily at them. Like during any peak emotional moment, my man would be tearing up without THINKING ABOUT IT

He has an internal list of all of his friends' birthdays, music tastes and food preferences ^^ as the token mom friend does

If the others are ever running late for something, he'll just scoop them up and start SPRINTING, like man's got no chill, he WILL lift you like a bag of cement onto his shoulder and RUN

He absolutely HATES VR headsets, they only make his migraines come back, and they're also too high-tech for him,,

He can talk to Karen. Like, the two have full on conversations while Jim's doing something nearby. Jim would be working on homework and in the background its back and forth growling.

Every. Single. Time. They go to the beach, he will run off and start digging a hole in the sand. No purpose, he just digs. And usually Jim and O'Brien join him!

I imagine he was raised in a home that operated on the "take care of your own stuff first, but help when you can" discipline, and while he's happy to do stuff for his buds, they're not immune to a lecture on responsibility every now and then

He has a dino-themed apron and he's a stress baker, something Judai and the others discovered during his first exam season.

Additionally, I imagine he started spending more time with Prof. Sartyr (the Ra dorm leader) after their duel, where they get to cook together and he expands on his already decent homemaker skills.

Yes I said homemaker skills, that man is a malewife and a PROUD one and I will stand by it.

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ EXHIBIT A HE LOOKS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

I was informed by some lovely Discord people that he has some fascination with mob/yakuza films, and I can't unsee the idea of him throwing in some gangster phrases mid-duel. Like he comes out with the "swimming with the fishes" and everything.

(Which, sidenote, I also imagine he was super offended by the one Society of Light duelist who talked like a gangster and got a little snobby about it-)

He signs his name by drawing a little dinosaur in the "R" of "Tyranno". I know he does he told me himself.

Similar to the stuff with Karen, he's the kind of person to respond to animal noises with similar noises. Like, he meows back at Pharaoh when he meows.

He has a horrible poker face, and is generally not a great liar. He's easy to read since he's such a physically emotive person.

Rock. Collection. He absolutely has a small pile of rocks with fossils on them in his room somewhere.

I wrote most of these a long time ago but some are newer as a result of me needing to chill~ School is hell, I almost wish I was at Duel Academy instead,,

I think I might do posts like these with all my main favourite characters from all my franchises, lemme know what y'all think :>

[starseneyes]

Chenford - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 17

"The Enemy Within" AKA Chenford Sucks at Babysitting

I've been so caught up in life (mostly great stuff) that I almost forgot it was Chenford night! Gee wiz!

But, for those following along:

we got an amazing deal on a car

we're this close to picking a roof vendor

I have another regular client for a few months

might have one more big contract coming in

See!? Good. Just busy.

SPOILER ALERT: I like spoilers very very much. If you don't, please run away. I will spoil the entirety of the episode and the whole series that has come before that if the Meta demands it.

All squared away? Awesomesauce. Let's dive in.

"Hi. Uh, don't hate me." "What did you do?"

Tim is actually smiling when he sees her scurry up to him, versus last episode when he was scowling.

He can't even look at her as he asks his question, because they just weathered the storm of Tim Metro Jenga and now what!?

"No, you're supposed to say, 'I could never hate you.'"

Tim throws a look her way, and we all know that while Tim could never hate Lucy, that's not the point. He needs to know what she did and fast because his imagination's already running wild.

"Fine. I got mad at you a few months back after a Tim Test."

Because she hopped in a TARDIS and took a trip back in time.

Look, I know the timeline on this show can be a counter to reality, considering the first year of the show was about 3.5 years. But we know from 4x05 to 5x06 was a year because both episodes take place on Halloween.

Tim and Lucy started dating in 5x10, and it was "a few weeks" by the time we got to 5x12. So, we're at least a few months past Halloween, meaning that Tim hasn't put Lucy through a Tim Test in well over a year and a half.

Now, it's possible Lucy has no concept of time, but I'll admit the line took me out the first time I heard it because I try to keep track of the timeline for the sake of these Metas.

Is it a ridiculous thing to be bothered by? Abso-friggin-lutely. And totally attributable to Lucy's inability to keep track of time. Her pregnancy might feel like a decade and her first child's first year in a blink of an eye.

I hear that's how it goes for people who have one kid, at least. My twin pregnancy was a breeze compared to my second pregnancy with my daughter, and the twins' first year was... survival.

What matters is—Lucy was so pissed she set Tim up.

"Which one?" "Oh, weird, I honestly don't remember. But, so, that's not important." "What did you do?"

Tim's mouth is open the whole time she's talking, just waiting for her to give him a straight answer. He knows this is bad with how much she's stammering and starting over.

"I signed you up to be a Make a Dream mentor and then I totally forgot about it. I'm sorry." "For when?" "Today."

Tim's eyebrows shoot up to the sky and his hand automatically rises in protest. Lucy's hands rise to meet them, and his falls away.

It's a part of their dance. Yes, this sounds like I'm high. No, I'm not high (and never have been in my life). I'm connecting dots over here! ... Which also makes it sound like I'm high.

Have you ever noticed how Tim and Lucy shift based on the other, sometimes? When they're outside the plane in 5x01 and they're holding onto one another, there's a sway to their movements. They do it, again, in 5x12 right before Lucy disrobes her honey so she can eat him up. *ahem*

Tim and Lucy have a feel for each other. For the space the other occupies. There are times when occupying the same space is a very good thing, of course. But there are other times where they simply shift to make room for the other.

It's such a sweet, subtle thing that is more than likely good blocking and/or actor instinct. But it makes for such a beautiful visual of give-and-take with Chenford. It's mesmerizing.

"It's a good thing... lifting up a sick kid who's having a really hard time. What could you possibly be doing with your day that would be more important than that?

Lucy grabs onto his arm and he spins back to face her. Most of the time, it's small, open-handed touches from Lucy when they're at work. But this time she full-on handles her future husband to get his attention.

"Nice job boxing me in" "Thank you."

Tim's mad-impressed with his woman. If he wasn't so pissed, he might suggest they slip into a closet Wopez style for a quickie.

Lucy gives Tim the most adorable little bow, like a performer appreciating the applause.

"Where are you going?" I gotta go out on patrol." "You are me are gonna be entertaining our Make a Dream kid together."

Because if I have a kid, that means you have a kid. Like, it's already a foregone conclusion for these two.

Remember, Lucy knows that Tim wants kids, and thought he'd have some by now. Tim knows Lucy wants kids because she talked at length with him about her ovaries (even when he didn't want her to).

They're on the same page. Someday (not right now) there are gonna be little Chenford babies running around.

But right now, let's see if these two can handle one kid for a day.

"What else could you possibly do with your day that's more important?" "Yeah, right. I should have seen that coming."

You really should have. And while I'm curious about the logistics of this, considering he's not her supervisor, anymore, so he can't decide what she does with her day, I'm totally willing to suspend disbelief and have some fun.

Chenford + Kid? This'll be fun!

"This is my son Jordy. Say hi." "Hi. I hear you wanna be a cop." "Yeah." "Okay, well, you're gonna be hanging out with us today." "So, I just pick him up at 3?" "We'll take good care of him."

Tim has a smile for the kid when Jordy arrives, but it's not his "stop kissing my girlfriend you asshat" face he usually reserves for Chris. This is that smile he often reserves for kids—welcoming and sincere, yet still subtle. You can see it on his face with the Little League team earlier this season.

Also, I'm very curious about how this system works. I know I'm that weird Mom who wants to watch her kids' dance and Ninja classes, but I've signed waivers with those places, too. So, did Lucy forge Tim's signature on a waiver of some kind? That would be an interesting fanfic!

Also, the use of "we" and "us" still gets me. You'd think I'd be bored of it considering they've been knocking boots a while, now, but inclusive language makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

This is what happens when someone with two communications degrees writes a Meta. I'm so, so sorry.

"So, I'm thinking Processing. Wanna take your fingerprints? Get a mugshot taken?

Tim is so cute with kids! He's really trying to give this kid a fun day, even though this is not how he planned to spend his day.

Lucy's little dance in this scene had me rolling, too. We're so getting a sneak-peek at these two as parents. Spoiler Alert... they've got some work to put in. Thank God the first year is (as Bradley Whitford said in one of my favorite shows) "an on-ramp".

"Okay. Give me your meanest face." "Now look miserable."

Is it weird that Tim reminds me of my dad in this scene? Doesn't help that it's hilarious, and my Dad's an ex-standup comic. Yes, I mean it. Never feed that man a straight line.

But this kid does look miserable. Poor thing looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than at a police station.

"This doesn't exactly feel like making dreams come true." "He looks like he hates us."

Because he does. He hates your guts. It's finally happened... someone hates Chenford.

And, I know in reality there's always someone who hates something. I hate mushrooms. My husband loves them. It does nothing to the mushroom's opinion of life that I don't want to eat it while Matthew does.

But the fact that this kid's literally mean-mugging Chenford had me rolling.

Also, Tim has his arm up on the counter before Lucy approaches. When she does, his arm moves out of the way so her arm can rest there. It's their dance—always making space for one another.

THEY LOST THE KID.

I wrote this over here, then glanced at Twitter and briefly wondered if we were going to have this as a trending topic because... oh my gosh, two cops just lost a kid.

And, look, kids can be sneaky. When my Eldest was 3, he decided to play Hide and Seek at 10PM and forgot to tell us.

We searched the entire house and were about to call 911 (even though he couldn't yet unlock the doors and they were all deadbolted shut) when I finally called out that we were going to throw away toys if he didn't come out.

He was standing on the sill of our bay window with the curtains almost flat against him because he was so tiny. I sobbed, hugged him, and told him that he couldn't play hide and seek without telling us first.

My kid didn't even mean to be sneaky. This kid clearly does.

"We didn't lose him. We misplaced him."

He's not a ballpoint pen, Timothy. You lost a person.

"How can you be so calm? What if this was your kid?"

The kid is inside a police station with lots of good people to watch out for him. Believe me, it could be worse.

"You know what, if we ever lose our kids, I'm gonna need you to take this a lot more seriously." "Hold up, our kids would know better than to pull a stunt like this."

Y'all expecting or something!?

And, no, this is not a question you should ever, ever ask anyone in real life no matter what.

I can't tell you how many times people asked, "Why aren't you pregnant, yet?" and I wanted to scream, "Because I don't ovulate, have a tilted sacrum, have endometriosis, and a preferential tube... but thanks for reminding me of the failed procedures, tests, and attempts at pregnancy. Really appreciate it."

But, since Tim and Lucy are fictional... I'm wondering if we're being set up for a surprise pregnancy.

Like, I think Lucy would definitely want to make her mark, first, with UC before purposefully conceiving. But, my mother knew a couple who twice got pregnant through three kinds of birth control used simultaneously. It can happen.

No matter what's coming down the line show-wise, I love how casually they are talking about it. This isn't a maybe for them, but an actuality. They truly believe that they will be parents together. And I believe it, too!

Tim remarks that they're doing well so far, and I wonder if something was cut for time. Maybe not, but it twinkles at my brain that I feel like I'm missing something.

Maybe that's just the fact I haven't had dinner, yet. Definitely missing some calories today! And Tim and Lucy are definitely missing their first kid together (second if we count Tamara).

"I found this kid wandering around and he said he belongs to you."

Their first time at a water park, this is so gonna happen. I can't tell you how many times I was on set, separated from my mother, and a random person would take one look at me and say, "Your mother's over there."

"He kept asking me what my childhood pet's name was."

This sounds like a scam. Like, remember the early days of the internet when we all did a/s/l? And then it evolved into these elaborate quizzes to post that were really data-mining schemes? Yeah... good times.

This kid's a walking BuzzFeed quiz. Beware, Aaron. Don't hit "submit"!

"What kinda kid doesn't like dogs?" "Tim."

I love her exasperation, here, but I also kinda want to write a love letter to Melissa O'Neil on all the different ways she says, "Tim" in this one episode.

I'll never forget this one actor on a movie my mother keyed who asked me to run lines with him. There was this short line he had me say over and over and over, again.

He was trying to get me to understand the many different ways you can say a line and how that can change its meaning. Kid-Rachel didn't quite get it, but adult Rachel looks back on that moment with fondness.

Melissa O'Neil really personifies that lesson in this episode. Here, Lucy's exasperated. Later, shocked and chastising. Later, still, enamored. It's one bloody word, "Tim", and yet her performance brings it to life in different ways every time. Beautiful.

THEY LOST THE KID, AGAIN

While I've been waxing poetic, Chenford's lost the damn kid, again!

"This is ridiculous."

Watching Tim and Lucy walking down the hall aghast and worried... Yup, this is totally their future. Tim's going to air-tag their kid to keep them from wandering off after this little experience.

Tim On One Knee

I know I wasn't the only Chenford-ian experiencing flash-forwards on that one. Also, the last time we saw Tim on his knees by the Shop he was looking for diamonds (also with Lucy). And now it's a kid.

Yes, this is reaching. Like, this is reaching past your cousin Burt to dip your latke in the applesauce reaching. But, come on, it's right there. I didn't even have to work for that parallel!

"I really hope you're enjoying your revenge for that Tim Test." "I'm really not. Come on."

And light-hearted as this adventure is, it's kinda perfect that Lucy's choice in "revenge" was something that would be helpful to someone else.

In an ideal situation, this kid would want to be here. And annoyed as Tim would be to lose his day, he would actually enjoy helping a kid. Because, Tim likes kids.

Lucy likes to screw with Tim. Not make his life (and hers, by extension, now) hell.

"If someone I worked for tried to put me in a wood chipper, I'd flip on them." "If someone you worked for tried to put you in a wood chipper, they'd be in the wood chipper."

I freakin love Angela. I know that this is a Chenford meta, but Nyla saying that was so badass and so true. My #3 is a fighter.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ooooh, Tim broke out a curse word in front of a child. And, yeah, the kid broke into a secure police system, so it was warranted.

"Okay, do you even have cancer?" "Tim." "That part's true."

Look, it's out of line, but I totally get it. Tim doesn't trust people to begin with. He believes it has to be earned, but he cut this kid a break at the onset. Now, he realizes this kid played him and he's pissed.

But Lucy was right to call Tim out with a gentle admonishment using only his name because Melissa O'Neil if a rockstar who can convey all that with a single syllable.

"Okay, but you lied about wanting to be a cop." "Of course. Cops are whack."

The way I was rolling during that part. The way Tim and Lucy immediately look to one another? Priceless.

Also, Tim was kinda right. The kid does hate them.

"He said if I could figure out a way to get rid of his tickets, he'd buy me an ebike."

Asshole Dad. Poor kid. Like, yes, this kid is old enough to know the difference between right and wrong.

But so was Tim when he covered for his father's affair. These are children whose decisions are being influenced and informed by the adults around them.

"You are a criminal, Mr. Yates. And you made your son one, too."

I can't even imagine how hard this is. Because Jordy is a child, and he's already facing all the elements of childhood cancer. Adding charges on top of it?

And we all know that Tim won't charge the kid. But his dad's a different story. Tim has a problem with parents who hurt their children—be it physical or emotional.

"I can't go to jail. My family needs me."

This wordless communication is my favorite part of the entire episode.

At the beginning of their story, Tim and Lucy spoke completely different languages. Let's say Tim was barking in Latin and Lucy's finessed in French. There's enough root words to comprehend, but not truly understand one another.

Over time, they've learned one another's languages to the point that they don't even need words anymore. Tim has softened where Lucy has become more crisp and refined.

Lucy's look to Tim is a plea. There's so much to what this man is saying. Yes, he's clearly broken the law with all those parking passes, and then persuading his sick son to try to get rid of them.

But losing his license and car creates an added burden on this already-hurting family. This man is desperate. Dumb, yes. But desperate.

"His medical costs are killing us" struck me hard. On paper, my family looks good financially, right? But then there's the medical costs. Mine. My kids'. I'm on so many payment plans trying to stay on top of it.

So, an innocent bill might seem like nothing, but when paychecks are inconsistent and things break down one. after. the. other... it leaves us exposed. Matthew got a speeding ticket last month, and if not for his "taking no time off this month" bonus from the school, it wouldn't have been covered.

So, I get the fear and desperation. I'm just not as dumb as this guy.

Meeting her eyes, Tim's eyebrows shoot up. "Are you kidding me?" they say. In one look, he knows what she wants.

Look. How. Far. We've. Come.

It used to be that he was oblivious... then he would ask others how Lucy was. Then, he knew enough to ask her himself. He knew in a glance that something was on her mind, but didn't know what.

Now he knows what's on her mind. He knows exactly what she's thinking. At first he doesn't believe it. But he knows it.

He looks away, trying to decide how he's going to handle it. Then, he looks back to Lucy to confirm. She looks away, thinking she's pushed too hard, accepting whatever Tim decides.

Watch. Her. Listening when Tim tells Dumbass Dad he's not going to jail. Her eyes shift back up to him, grateful. Not only did her message get through, but Tim listened and took action.

They've come so far in their communication. But, Tim's also come far as a man.

He's always been a good cop. But he missed the human element, sometimes. He was afraid of it. Showing compassion made things worse, in his eyes.

And I'm not saying that we should just give every criminal a clean slate for no reason. But Tim made the compassionate choice, and I can only hope the Dumbass Dad makes the most of it.

"You're going to Daddy and Me Traffic school."

Can this really exist? Because it sounds a helluva lot more fun than the traffic school I had to go to back in the day. Yes, Rachel has a lead foot.

I got my first ticket on Thanksgiving when I was at university. My parents showed up to court to support me, and when the Judge noted them reacting to the cop's account, he called them out. They waved. He smiled. I got a reduced ticket.

So, the lesson of the story is that you can go fast and be okay if your parents are good enough actors.

"How can I make it up to you?" "Be a better father to your son."

Strong words from a man who will someday be an incredible father in spite of the monster who raised him, leaving him without example of what that looks like.

But Tim knows what a good father should be. Despite never having one himself, he knows. And while he'll make his own mistakes, he won't pass on the trauma to his children. He'll create an entirely new legacy of love. With Lucy's help, of course.

"Daddy and Me Traffic school sounds fun."

Whose desk Is this? Is this Lucy's desk? Is he doing paperwork out here because he doesn't want to go back to his office?

I'm sure there's a logistical reason why this scene happened where it did (maybe Tim's office can't fit three people... it is the size of a closet). But, when I fist saw him sitting there, I was confused for a second.

"It was a really nice gesture, Tim."

One word. Three letters. She's giving us a masterclass, folks. Rewatch it. You'll see.

"I wanted to throw that guy in jail for putting his son in that position." "But?" "You're a good influence."

Hell, yeah, she is. Lucy has helped Tim see pieces of himself that needed refining, but also the best of who he is. Part of what I love about this relationship is that even in the seasons when he was her superior officer, she matched him as an instructor.

They taught one another the whole way—Tim teaching Lucy to be a little more wary of the world, and Lucy teaching Tim to be a little more open. They're at their best when they meet in the middle.

"You're gonna make a really great dad one of these days."

Anyone else melt into a puddle? Or just me? I only recently re-congealed so I could write this thing.

There's such adoration in Lucy's eyes, because she's not just saying this to a coworker. She's saying this to the love of her life. Picturing him with their children, she's falling in love with him a little bit more.

And while I'm not in a rush for Chenford babies... I love that they're talking about it. That they are expecting it. That it's a part of the life they are building together.

Both of them were previously in relationships with no real future. No fulfilling one, anyway. This is the relationship neither knew they needed, but that's the proverbial Cinderella's glass slipper—a perfect fit.

"I'm gonna have to. You keep losing our kids everywhere you go." "Come on. Stop it!"

What did I just listen to!? Y'all are really tryin' to take me out with this one! But, seriously, much like the "gave me the will to live" line from 5x10, Tim is saying this strictly for Lucy's reaction.

It reminds me so much of my own relationship I could scream. Matthew and I constantly do that to one another. Mostly me, though. It's mostly on me. His reactions are so perfect!

I'm also getting major Double Date energy with the delivery of "Come on. Stop It." when we were all blessed with the Tale of Gerald the Goat. It's all in the delivery, and I love it.

Almost as much as I love Tim's real smile with teeth at Lucy's reaction. That smile is for her, and it's amazing.

Didn't expect to wrap this one so early, but loveyby went to bed early after getting our Littlest finally to bed.

I really am loving the journey Tim and Lucy are on. Were they the comic relief this episode? Yes. It's an ensemble show, and sometimes that's their role.

Am I trying to rush a pregnancy? No way. I know I called out the possibility of a surprise pregnancy in this Meta, but that's in no way scripture, here. It's simply a possibility.

But I do think these two are in a lovely place. And I'm so grateful neither has been dramatically killed off, yet. It's kinda nice to have a living, breathing ship! I'll try not to get used to it... just in case.

Side Note: Bristow earned her keep, so maybe it's a good thing Lopez didn't "get that woman out of [her] house". Made me chuckle when I watched thinking about it!

Thank you so much for reading! We have a bit of a hiatus, but we'll make it through together! One breath at a time.

[tuiccim]

Relief Mission (Part 1 of 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mutual pining, fluff, masturbation

Summary: Your first mission together ends a motel room with only one bed. Bucky is pining and has the hots for you. How the hell is he gonna survive a night in the same bed?

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby. This one's for you @weekendgothgirl.

Bucky kicked back on the bed in your motel room after a quick shower. The one bed. After the two of you had completed your mission, you had hightailed it out of there and driven until you were well away from the mayhem. Unfortunately, the roadside motel only had singles left and the “queen” size bed was more like a double. Bucky looked around the scant offerings of the motel room and steeled himself for a night of torture. This had been your first solo mission together but you had captivated him from the moment you joined the team. 

You return from grabbing dinner soaked through from the storm that was rumbling the walls. Setting the soggy bag of food on the dresser, you pull your jacket off. Bucky can’t help but watch as your chest flexes forward, showing off your breasts in the damp shirt. 

“Fucking monsoon outside,” you shake yourself. 

“Thanks for getting the food,” Bucky says, reaching for the bag. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you lean back in the only chair and set your meal on your lap. Starving from the mission, you devour your food fairly quickly. 

Bucky watches your mouth as you suck a drop of sauce off your thumb and his mind runs amok. He was never gonna survive sleeping in this tiny bed with you. He shifts uncomfortably trying to hide his arousal. Covertly, he watches as you throw your trash away and rifle through your duffel bag. His eyes are lingering on your ass when your voice breaks him out of his reverie. 

“Fuck! I forgot,” you pull out your ruined t-shirt. You had used strips of it to prepare a couple of molotov cocktails on the fly but it left you without anything to sleep in except the wet shirt you wore now. 

“I have an extra,” Bucky grabs his pack and hands you the shirt. 

“Thanks,” you smile at him. “I really didn’t want to sleep in this wet shirt.”

“Yeah, that’d be uncomfortable,” Bucky says lamely. 

“I’m gonna get a shower,” you say and move to the bathroom quickly. 

Fuck, Bucky thinks as his sits back down on the bed. He’s not gonna survive the night. You, freshly showered, laying next to him in his shirt would make anyone feral. His cock was hard just thinking about it. He listened as you turned the water on and his thoughts went wild thinking of you naked on the other side of the wall. He could picture you naked, standing under the spray of the shower. His mind wandered to joining you. He wanted to feel your wet skin under his hands, to pick you up, press you into the wall, and bury himself deep inside.

He roused himself from his fantasy, feeling like he was doing something wrong, using you unfairly. But his cock had other ideas. It was hard and straining to be released from his sweatpants. Bucky went through his options but he knew he’d never sleep if he didn’t get some kind of relief. He puts his hand down his waistband and wraps it around his cock.  He tips his head back from the small measure of relief it gives him. Listening to the water flow through the wall, his mind returns to the fantasy of you wet and wrapped around him. 

Bucky knows he doesn’t have a lot of time but he wants to savor the thought of you. To him, you're perfect. He strokes himself, imagining your wet heat squeezing him. His hips buck up into his hand thinking about having you. He squeezes his eyes shut and pictures you above him, riding his cock. Fuck, you’d be so beautiful. Flush and warm and so damn hot as you took his cock so good. He curled his fingers more tightly around himself. His balls tightened as he brought himself closer to release. He could see your face, looking down on his as he grabbed your hips to slam into you harder. He wondered what sweet sounds you’d make and if you’d cry his name as you came. It was that thought that sent him over the edge. He came and rope after rope of cum hit his stomach. 

He laid there for a moment, breathing hard, but then he heard the water shut off. Quickly, he grabs some leftover napkins to clean himself off and waits for you to emerge. You do so almost shyly wearing his shirt and a pair of sleep shorts that were almost completely covered by it. 

“It’s all yours,” you gesture to the bathroom. 

“Uh, thanks,” Bucky uses the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he comes out, you’re curled up on the side of the bed closest to the door. Bucky’s protective instincts kick in and he stands awkwardly at the end. 

“We still have a long drive tomorrow. Should probably get some sleep,” you give a small smile. 

“Yeah, doll, that’s true. Um, I should probably sleep on this side of the bed though.”

You look at him with a confused expression but decide not to push, “Um, sure, okay.”

“Just, you know, in case,” Bucky glances at the door. 

“Oh,” you smile as realization dawns on you. “Of course.” You hold in your giggle and move to the far side of the bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I could sleep on the floor,” Bucky fidgets. 

“But, then if there is an intruder, they’d probably trip over you and land right on top of me. We can’t have that.” It’s taking all of your wherewithal to keep a straight face. 

“Right,” Bucky eyes you. 

You break and a grin spreads across your face. 

“You’re sassing me? This is you sassing me?” Bucky growls. 

Rolling your lips in to keep from bursting out laughing, you nod and go, “Mm-hm.”

“I see how it is,” Bucky tries to be stern but you look so adorable trying not to laugh that he can’t help but chuckle. 

You let out a light laugh and then pull the covers down for him, “Night, Bucky.”

“Night, doll,” he slides in and settles down. 

You turn over and bite your lip. You had gotten a genuine laugh out of the Winter Soldier. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You had such a stupid crush on this man. You’d never been so attracted to another human being, God, sleeping next to him tonight was going to be torture. 

Part Two

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A Playlist for Henry Crawford/Fanny Price

I'm now resigned that my attention to this what-if couple is going to be fixed for the time-being. So, as I do for all the couples I love, I'm making a playlist :)

They're mostly from Henry's perspective, though, so I'm on the lookout for Fanny songs. What I have so far:

Quando Quando Quando - Engelbert Humperdinck

The exuberance! The happy desperation of being in love! Even the low-key presumptuousness! This song screams Henry Crawford.

When will you say yes to me?

Tell me quando, quando, quando

You mean happiness to me

Oh, my love, please tell me when?

Every moment's a day!

Every day seems a lifetime!

Let me show you the way

To a joy beyond compare!

2. Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

A more introspective Henry song about what he loves about Fanny and how his love for her is more than performative (even if he is a performer).

You are not like the regulars

The masquerade revelers

Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Hush, when no one is around, my dear

You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes

Spinning in my highest heels, love

Shining just for you

Bonus: The bridge being a contemplation of how he has always used his charms to compensate for what he lacks, and this is the only time - when he's startled to find something more than the smoke and mirrors he's encountered before - it doesn't work.

And I'm still a believer

But I don't know why

I've never been a natural

All I do is try, try, try

I'm still on that trapeze

I'm still trying everything

To keep you looking at me

3. Make You Feel My Love - Shane Filan Cover

Maybe Henry Crawford in Portsmouth, or Henry in another reality where he actually manages to reflect on his despicable actions and repents uprightly.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

4. Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift

My only Fanny entry right now. She never does fall in love with him in Mansfield Park (which is probably why finding songs for her is hard), but I imagine this could've been what it would've been like if she did get a reformed Henry.

'Cause they said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push- and shoving

You're in the kitchen, humming

All that you ever wanted from me was...nothing

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors and smooth-talking hucksters

Out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore

"You should be doing more!"

To you I can admit

That I'm just too soft for all of it

[happyandticklish]

A Schooling in Humanity

Notes: Vaguely based off an ask I was sent in by an anon, and inspired by my latest re-reading of Dracula several months ago. Once again, I am here to write about classics no one cares about for my own personal gain, because I care about these characters more than I should. Also, Johnathan mentions something once in the book that vaguely alludes to the fact that he’s canonically ticklish, and I’m fucking running with that.

Summary: Johnathan reminisces on how Mina used to help him when his insomnia took a turn for the worse, and Dracula offers to rekindle the tradition.

The lightning cracked against the window once more, sending shock waves humming through his bones. It was dark in the spacious room, but every arc of electricity lit up the walls in shadows that ran the imagination wild. Normally, something as simple as a storm wouldn’t have bothered Johnathan, but there was something about this house, loud and creaky and full of secrets that taunted him in the dark, that put him on edge. He gripped the covers tightly, pulling them up to his chest and determining to go back to bed if only to prove to himself that this was all in his head.

Until a particularly large burst of wind slammed into the window, throwing it open with a dramatic crash. Heart seizing in his chest, Johnathan jerked awake once more, body stiff with fear. 

Logically speaking, he knew the real monster dwelled inside this very home and so there was no need to worry about outside intruders. Unfortunately, logic rarely won out in most internal debates of Johnathan’s.

Tea. Tea was the solution for most problems, at least in his experience, so there was no reason to believe the same rule wouldn’t apply now. Something warm to soothe his stomach and mind. 

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, shoving on his slippers and resisting the urge to wrap a blanket around himself for protection—a silly notion, but tempting nonetheless. He wasn’t a little boy anymore, and he wasn’t going to behave like one.

The kitchen was dark and abandoned, setting a crueler air than the bright mornings that usually occupied it. He lit a candle, placing it squarely in the center of the table. His hand trembled slightly as thunder rumbled insistently in the distance. A small blot of wax fell on the table, cooling immediately as it landed. Johnathan watched another sloping line follow its brethren, its crimson hue illuminated in the light as it struggled against gravity. He could only imagine how easily his own blood would fall, stricken by some invisible beast in the night, trickling pitifully down his skin.

“Johnathan?”

The rest of the wax came crashing on the table as Johnathan knocked it over in his haste to turn around. The Count—Dracula, he reminded himself, as they had long since moved past formalities such as titles—stood at the front of the dining table, gazing questioningly at Johnathan. For someone who had long since moved on from the realm of the mortal life, his eyes were filled with a very human concern.

A monster by all accounts, and yet, his presence was inexplicably comforting in the way a wolf can be nice when it’s defending you against the mountain lion. 

Dracula was different than just a protector though. This was something else, almost akin to friendship, but more. Friends hadn’t done the sorts of things they had done, but lovers felt too heavy a term, and wrong somehow. It was too simple, the label constraining any thought of abnormality within the relationship.

Johnathan coughed, clumsily attempting to right the candle, though it did him little good now. “Oh. I didn’t see you there. I apologize if I woke you.”

Dracula smiled, the gesture amused and fond all at once. “It’s alright, I was already awake. I don’t require as much rest as a normal human would. Besides, my night was restless, what with the storm. I presume that’s why you’re awake?”

“Yes. Well. Yes and no.”

Dracula wrinkled a brow. Confusion was a unique expression for the vampire as it occurred rarely, and Johnathan always felt a strange delight go through him whenever he was the cause of it. There was something satisfying about knowing something that an immortal didn’t. “I… see. So not the storm then?”

“Not entirely, no,” Johnathan confessed. It was useless to lie to him, he always managed to see through him anyway. Might as well get the truth out now and endure the judgement that came with it. “The storm merely awoke the unease already festering inside of me. Now, you must understand, this place is lovely and its host are… well.” There was a slight flush that rose to his cheeks, one that he was sure Dracula wouldn’t fail to miss, even in the dim candle light. “You’ve been very hospitable. So, I truly don’t mean to offend, it’s just that this whole situation puts me in a very stressful position, and there’s no guarantee that the ladies from before won’t return, not to mention how worried Mina must be at home. And this house is just so creaky, and—” he broke off, laughing at himself for how he surely sounded like a child, worrying about the dark. “I suppose my imagination must have gotten to me.”

Dracula was silent for a moment, all the time required for a thousand worries to flit through Johnathan’s mind of what he must think of him, and worse yet, if he had accidentally offended him with his implication.

“Is this a common occurrence, then?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The insomnia. I couldn’t help overhearing you rummaging about in your room these past several nights—past several weeks, rather. I wasn’t sure whether it was my place to impose or not.”

Ah. Johnathan had hoped he hadn’t noticed, though of course he would have. It was one of the downsides of living with a being whose senses were so finely tuned. He sighed, pulling out a chair to sit, defeated. He toyed with the candle as he talked, moving it in minute inches across the table. It was a nervous gesture that he wished he could stop, but he was afraid of clamming up if he did so.

“At times,” he admitted. “Mina always called it a restless disposition. Sleep tends to evade me most nights, each visit few and far in-between. Normally, it’s manageable, but that was with Mina. She had ways of calming it. Not entirely, but enough to put my mind at rest for the evening. With her gone and everything that’s happened, I’m afraid it’s gotten worse.” He paused. “I’m sorry. I must be boring you with all this mundane talk. I’m sure insomnia is a child’s joke to a vampire.”

Dracula chuckled, and that alone eased the tension off of Johnathan’s shoulders a bit. “It is a special skill you possess my friend. Somehow, everything you say turns into an apology.”

Johnathan opened his mouth, only to hesitate as a sorry fluttered and died on his tongue.

“You are my dear guest, and above that, my friend. I would never turn away your suffering. Perhaps I can even help.” He strolled casually across the kitchen floor as he grasped the back of Johnathan’s chair—even that simple action seemed unbearably elegant when performed by him. “You said your Mina usually helps you, correct? Maybe I can use her same methods. What would she do at times like these?”

Your Mina. No jealousy, simply stating a fact. He never seemed bothered by how Johnathan still cared for her, still longed for her touch and her company. He wasn’t sure if it had to do with his vampiric state—the nature of an immortal—or if Dracula had always been that way, but either way it caused a comforting warmth to bloom in Johnathan’s chest.

“Johnathan?”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Damn. He said it again. “It’s just that it’s a tad embarrassing. I don’t know if someone like you would be up for it—it’s more of a human thing anyway.”

“Intimate, I take it?” Dracula guessed, his brow arching up once more. Crimson spread across Johnathan’s countenance, and rolled his shoulders forward defensively, physically preparing for the verbal assault he was sure to receive.

“No. I mean. Perhaps a little.” He ran a hand through his hair once, twice, a third time, tangling his fingers in the collected knots at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t tell if the action was calming or not, but at the very least it provided a distraction, something new for him to focus on as opposed to the words falling haphazardly from his mouth. “Sometimes she would sing to me. Other times she read, classics, poems, originals she had constructed that spanned epic tales of romance and intrigue. Usually, it was enough to calm me down. But at other times, when words alone weren’t enough, she would… ah. Well. Try more physical means.”

The words stuck in his throat and he struggled to get them out; it wasn’t a terribly large secret, but it was a special kind of mortifying that would only serve to make him seem weaker in the immortal’s eyes.

In his silence, Dracula garnered at a guess. “Intercourse?”

“What? No! Goodness no! I mean, not at a time like that anyway, obviously we, ah, that is…” he broke off at the amused smile Dracula directed at him—teasing again, in that dreadful deadpan of his that Johnathan always failed to interpret. He coughed again, trying once more. “I mean, no. Not that.”

“Then what?”

“Well, sometimes, to calm my restlessness, she would run her hands through my hair, or…” He coughed, his hand making another yet another round about his scalp. “Tickle me. Relax the nerves and all that.”

There was that adorable confused brow again. “Tickle you?”

“It sounds silly I know,” Johnathan agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips in a self-conscious gesture. “But it really did help. Demons seem so small with laughter at your tongue.”

His thoughts drifted, memories floating through his mind of late nights spent with Mina, fingers drifting softly over his shirt, sensation bubbling beneath the skin and prompting quick bursts of desperate flailing and laughter. His skin tingled, goosebumps rising as he remembered how it felt. Unconsciously, he let his fingers dip down his hairline, brushing against the back of his neck. His nerves registered his touch with a shiver, but it felt more relaxing than anything—not at all the same as when she had done it all those times before.

And then there was a different finger, longer than his, ended in a sharp, elegant nail that brushed against the back of his neck, a cold lump that he recognized as a ring pressing into his skin in its passage.

“So… this tickling helps, hmm?” His voice seemed to both comfort and unease Johnathan all at once. That singular nail played idly with his neck, drifting over the skin in soft swirls and swoops, his other hand coming to rest on his shoulder. The hair on his neck rose with each touch of Dracula’s finger, and Johnathan resisted the urge to shudder.

“Yes,” Johnathan managed after a moment, finding concentration difficult under the circumstances. “Most of the time, anyways.”

“Mm. And would now count as one of those times?”

Johnathan swallowed, feeling too hot and too cold all at once. “Perhaps. I really couldn’t say for certain. I suppose it would have to be tested for me to… well. Know for sure.”

A featherlight touch brushed behind his ear and Johnathan couldn’t help the way his shoulders jerked up helplessly, his body reacting before his mind could stop it. “If you don’t want me to, I’d more than understand. I know that I cannot replace Mina, and I have no desire to, either. However, in this area, I think I could be of assistance if you’d allow it. Though I have to admit that my skills might be a tad rusty. I have not thought of tickling in ages—I apologize if I end up preforming it incorrectly.”

Johnathan swallowed again, more as a way to stall than anything else. In truth, he hadn’t really thought about that particular tradition since coming here. There were so many other more important things to focus on—more life-threatening things—that it hadn’t once had an opportunity to come up. But now that he was here, the offer his to claim with only a nod of his head, he realized how much he had missed it.

He squirmed a bit in his seat, suddenly finding it difficult to remain still, as he nodded once. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind it. If you were willing, of course. I would never want to obligate you to…”

All at once his words trailed off as Dracula set in motion, the nail from before joined by others, all of which teasingly curled about his neck and ears; gentle, dragging touches that sent ripples of sensation coursing throughout him wherever they went. Without his conscious decision, his shoulders jerked up in a rather useless protection. It didn’t tickle quite yet, not in that real way that you felt more in your gut then across your skin. It was an itchy, pleasant thing now and Johnathan fought between the conflicting urge to bolt from his chair immediately and the building desire to lean further into Dracula’s touch.

“Is this working?” Dracula asked, hesitancy dripping from his words. A spiraling loop caught behind his ear, repeating until Johnathan was sure his facial muscles would sprain from scrunching up. “I’m sorry to say I’m a tad rusty; I haven’t had the opportunity to indulge in tickling in quite some time, and I can’t remember if this is right.”

It was a strange thought, Johnathan would later muse when he had the coherency to do so, to think that one could be so alone that something as simple and reflexive as tickling could become difficult. It caused a slight twinge of empathy and bafflement in Johnathan, a sentiment he did not share in the moment. Instead, he merely shifted his shoulder, pretending to be readjusting if only to disrupt those nails for a brief moment. “Not exactly, my friend. You’re close. You can’t be too light or it becomes annoying, and being too rough can become painful.”

Dracula’s hands stopped as he listened, and Johnathan tried not to miss even that not-enough-touch. “I don’t recall there being so many rules to the practice.”

Johnathan chuckled, hiding his smile quickly behind his hand; the vampire could become sullen if he thought Johnathan was making fun of him. “Well, they’re not rules so much as strategies. Here, I’ll show you.” He reached behind the chair, beckoning with his fingers. “Give me your hands.”

Dracula stared at him doubtfully for a moment, but eventually obliged, offering them over to Johnathan who slipped his own under Dracula’s—allowing the immortal to track his movements.

“It’s more like this.”

Making sure Dracula was still holding on, Johnathan moved his own hands down, self-consciously skittering fingers over his own sides. It was odd tickling oneself; his body twitched in vague alarm, before quickly relaxing as it realized the hands’ owner. He felt a bit silly doing it, but he had made a promise to teach, and so he expertly wiggled his fingers over his nightshirt, being careful to dig into his sides as he did.

Dracula watched avidly as Johnathan pointed out different areas that were more effective and just how to attack them, demonstrating the scraping pinch to his sides, the squeeze of his hips, the gentle spider over his stomach. It was a vulnerable process, like showing his hand in a game of cards and trusting that his opponent would be merciful with the information. The only difference here was that Johnathan was aiming for that specific lack of mercy that made this so addicting.

When he was finished, he released Dracula’s hands, a decision he nearly regretted when they came to rest on Johnathan’s sides instead. “So, there you have it,” Johnathan said, unable to hide the nerves creeping into his voice. “A complete guide on how to ruin Johnathan Harker. I don’t think even Mina knows about half the spots I just showed you, so consider it a privilege.”

“A privilege,” Dracula repeated softly, tapping his fingers in a gentle tune against his sides. Johnathan wasn’t sure whether the gesture was on purpose or not, but he couldn’t help the way he curled in slightly at the touch. “I have to admit, I’m honored. You must really be craving this if you’re willing to reveal so much.”

Though he knew they were honest words not meant to be teasing, Johnathan couldn’t help the way a blush spread rapidly across his face. He cleared his throat, hoping his voice didn’t sound as raspy as it did in his own ears. “Yes, well, I suppose it has been a minute.”

“Am I allowed to try, then?” The fingers curled in slightly in excitement, and Johnathan failed to stifle a gasp. “I’m eager to see what this tickling does to the distinguished professor.”

It was possible that Johnathan should have instated some kind of ‘no talking allowed’ rule before they had started, to prevent the wildfire of embarrassment roaring through him now. “I don’t see why not.”

Based on the earlier attempt, Johnathan had thought himself well-prepared. Evidently, however, Dracula had been listening well to Johnathan’s instructions, and the latter jumped in his chair as fingers set in all at once.

It was much different when someone else was doing it; he had nearly forgotten that in his time here. It was still a hesitant endeavor, but skilled now as it cautiously curled into fabric that brushed against Johnathan’s skin in unfairly distracting ways. He was doing it too slow which Johnathan suspected was out of uncertainty, but if anything it was only making things worse as the nails dragged in devastatingly light manners over his ribs.

He let out a strangled wheezing sound, slipping down in his chair as he flailed for some kind of handhold. Mercifully, Dracula ignored the embarrassing reaction, far too focused on trying to copy Johnathan’s early movements. Laughter was building in Johnathan’s throat, that helpless appeal that was so different from the polite chuckles most offer in day to day encounters. Sensation prickled at his sides irritably and he wanted to swat Dracula away, to call this whole idea off, to insist that he move down damn him, because he was getting far too close to that bundle of nerves under his arms.

“I’d forgotten how fun this could be,” Dracula mused, smiling at the stuttery laughs slipping out at a rather rapid rate now from the squirming man. “You look half insane already and I’ve hardly done anything. Is it really as intense as you’re making it out to be?”

“Y-Yes!” Johnathan squawked out, nearly hitting him in the face when he dragged all ten nails up his sides suddenly. He was repeating himself, making a careful examination of all the areas on his lower torso that made Johnathan want to hastily step out of his own skin, rising perilously high before stopping at his top most rib. Goosebumps broke out with every touch of his hands, and Johnathan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather control of himself. He didn’t want this to end immediately but it was growing harder and harder not to bolt out of Dracula’s arms immediately.

He had forgotten just how ticklish tickling could be.

A gasp was ripped out of him as he felt the presence of hot breath at his neck, and along with it, the knowledge of the sharp press of teeth that was sure to follow. It was exhilarating and dangerous and somehow still ticklish all at once, and Johnathan squirmed in his chair, wishing Dracula would stop pinching at his hips so he could concentrate on the pressing presence at his neck.

“This tickling is reminding me of something I’ve been wondering about for quite a while now.” Dracula’s breath hit the shell of his ear as he talked, and Johnathan positively giggled in some kind of mad anticipation that was making him far too giddy for his own liking. “The last several nights when we’ve laid together, you’ve always become nervous whenever I grew too close to this area. At first I had merely assumed you were worried I’d bite you.”

Johnathan’s grin was practically breaking out of his own face, his shoulders trembling with the urge to jerk up in protection.

“But upon seeing you like this, I’m starting to suspect there might have been another reason for your evasiveness.”

Carefully, Dracula removed one of his hands from his hips to tilt Johnathan’s chin upwards, gripping it to hold it in place. Teeth scraped carefully over his neck, a perilous game to play. It was a testament to Dracula’s will power that he did not simply bite Johnathan then and there, the allure of blood all too present as Johnathan’s heart thumped wildly with nerves and laughter. Instead of piercing flesh, however, he kept up this vague biting game, like when a dog gnaws on your hand in play or a kitten attacks your finger. Johnathan’s grin soon turned to tumbling laughter, his face upheld in a grimace of desperation. He couldn’t tilt his neck down, Dracula had made sure of that, and so he was forced to take the unbearably light assault that was quickly becoming too much to handle.

“D-Drahahac—!”

“Hold still, Johnathan, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Johnathan wanted to point out that one, that was an unfair tactic to play, and two, that Dracula was fully capable of restraining himself if he wanted to. Unfortunately, it was difficult to focus under the circumstances and he was unable to make either protest when an errant snort or yelp would interrupt him every five seconds. He gripped at Dracula’s arm, trying to ease his hold for some vague hope at freedom, but he had as much luck with that as if Dracula had been made of iron. Which was unfortunate, as Johnathan was sure he would die if Dracula didn’t stop soon. 

And yet, when Dracula paused and asked if he wanted a break (it was approaching morning after all, and Johnathan hadn’t had a very restful night due to a variety of circumstances both pleasant or otherwise) Johnathan found himself answering with a steadfast No. There was something so addicting about that specific brand of torture—an intimacy he hadn’t experienced since leaving home. He found himself craving it more and more as Dracula continued, and he wasn’t ready to have that all end now, sleep be damned.

He fell back into his chair with a choking shriek as Dracula began his process once more, this time with added fingers curling into his sides, and allowed himself to sink into the blissful euphoria taking him over once more.  

[saphabee]

Ship and Anchor.

Corey x Vinny oneshot. The night he fell in love.

teehee idk man im tryin to write again. and this night always replays in my brain. it was this or the housefire 👍

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He's worried about the fisherman.

Since late afternoon the bee had awaited Vincent's return, distracted. The vibe was off... He could feel in the air that it was due to rain soon, and he couldn't imagine that boat doing so well if it turned out to be a rough storm. As it got darker he'd tried to cook some potatoes for storage and, putting out the furnace, had ignored a loose spark. It was stamped out fast, but that one moment of panic was enough to intensify his worrying.

Night fell, sky darkening with blues. Grey clouds rolling steadily over the stars. Pacing with mild buzzing as he fretted. Thoughts brewing. He tried to organise his chests to take his mind off it. Stepping outside, looking at the ocean's ever darkening horizon, feeling his yellow fuzz fluff up in the ramping humidity of the looming rain. Soon he felt the first heavy drops fall, thick splashes against his arms leaning on the fence, ushering him back in.

Vinny had never been out so late. At least, not on his own. There'd been times the homebase had been together well into night, like for campfires and stargazing, or just hanging out and chatting at each other's houses. And of course, he and Vinny had stayed up past nightfall together plenty of times before. Cozy memories, but...

Corey was worried.

As rain fell heavy against the wood of the house, he kept up his distracting movements. Rifling through the chests downstairs, looking out of the windows. Glancing at the damaged carpet, but not moving to fix it. The wild pattering sounds bringing to mind images of the fisherman sailing in such bad weather.

Another hour passed. Then two. Night still darkening the clouded sky.

Mind racing, he almost couldn't believe it when he saw a faint solid blip on the shifting waters.

All dark thoughts dashed, he ran to the door, beneath the little awning, peering out, blue eyes sheilded by his hand as he squinted to see.

It was him.

The familiar little boat came into view. White sails first in the dark, translucent with rain. Little mast, the body of the boat, wood dark, waves pelting against it - And Vinny. Soaking wet in the rain, approaching their little pier. Turning the helm fast back and forth, feathering, to slow the boat.

Corey already found himself running to the pier, having hopped over their fence without thinking. Bare feet against tamped grass path, then wet wood. After waiting hours this way, the relief made the return feel lightning fast.

The boat creaked as it pulled up to the pier. Anchor splashed into the water, it took a moment, then the vessel jerked to a halt with practiced timing. The bee in turn screeched to a slippery halt on the dock, eyes betraying his worry as the dim light from their nearby house illuminated the villager.

Clothes soaked. Thick wool heavy with water. His hair was down, a complete mess. He'd lost his hat. And as he set the boat's steering in place with a steady thunking lock, and looked at the bee on the pier, Corey could see how utterly exhausted he was.

All rush was tamped down. A soft sigh, and he held out his arms, stepping forward. Vinny, movements slow with the wash of relief, reached over too. He was pulled gently from the boat. Another sheet of heavy rain hammered down, drilling into their already wet clothes, and Corey guided him to the light of their little house.

———

Vin made some murmur about getting water everywhere, stopping short as he took a step in. Corey looked back. Stars above, it was comforting and pitiful all at once. Some determined part of him pinged, seeing Vin so tired and soaked. Determined to get him sorted out.

The bee shook his head and gestured for Vin to come in anyway. Heading to the chests to grab wood, then to the furnace to start up the fire again.

As busy as a bee could be, he mumbled that he'd get Vinny some dry clothes, and for him to get warm. The poor guy'd been stood still at the doorway as Corey practically flew around to take care of him. He gave a gentle nod, and Corey zoomed up the stairs.

He didn't step in yet. Already relieved enough just being home, his movements had a steady slowness. Removing his outer coat. Then the wool sweater. Both heavy, dripping.

By the time Corey had gotten fresh clothes for him, his removed upper clothes were aside on the counter, shoes off, and he was wringing out his mess of hair by the open door. Still trying his tired best not to get the floors too wet.

Corey stopped short on the bottom step. He wasn't hurt, it seemed, so he just needed to get dry, maybe eat... Seeing his villager friend still being so considerate when he's in such a state, his heart warmed.

But he saw the man shiver, and hopped back into action.

———

Not too long later, and Vinny was much more comfortable. Door shut tight, and in dry clothes. His messy hair and dark skin were still soaked with the rain, but Corey had a plan for that: The furnace, steadily crackling now.

Corey had turned respectfully away as he'd changed by the door, and as he stepped finally into the house proper, Corey stayed looking to the furnace flames. Head turning, to speak over his shoulder gently.

"You okay..?"

Vinny nodded, blinking slowly. Tired brain catching up to remind him Corey was still looking at the furnace, he hummed instead, a soft affirmative noise.

Corey stood from his kneeling position, turning to see Vin again. He looked considerably comfier now, even having a gentle smile, easing the last bit of worry in the bee to a comfort of his own. He stepped aside, gesturing to the furnace.

"C'mon. Let's get you dry."

Vinny stepped forward slowly, taking his time to sit on the dry carpet in front of the fire. Cross legged, hands reaching forward into the warmth escaping the cobble. Corey breathed out, seeing Vin's half-lidded eyes blink slowly as he warmed up.

"You hungry?" His head tilted slightly, standing at Vin's side. It took a few moments for his response, but Vin gave a small nod. Then his outstretched hands pulled into himself, turning to face the other. Voice drawn out. "Mn- You don't need to-" Too late. Corey had already dashed to their chests, bringing out some fish to cook. A gentle grateful smile cracked across his face. Corey was always so eager to help. He was sweet.

He stepped over, Vin leaning back lightly to allow Corey to put the fish in the furnace. It was salmon, too, already on a stick to cook. Thank goodness. It's hard to go wrong with salmon, and Corey himself would admit he wasn't the best cook when it came to cooking things that weren't sweet. That kind of made sense. Corey being good at making things sweet.

The bee smoothed down his shirt over his fuzz as he thought about what else he could do. Blankets? Vin might want to wait until he's fully dry... That'd mean drying his hair too.

Right. His hair. He glanced over it. Still soaked wet, with loose locks of deep red-brown and gradient black loosely bunching and curling out. Wind swept and flat. He'd wringed it out by the door, but it might have tangled even worse because of it.

Vinny leaned forward again, arms folding against his chest. He seemed to tune in to Corey's gaze, a hand lifting to run through his hair. Then wincing, as it immediately caught on tangles.

The bee knelt beside him.

"Can I..?"

The fisherman paused, processing the question. He still looked so tired, green eyes blinking slow, expression hazy. He moved without a yes or no. The softest, genuine smile, eyes closing as he shifted in front of the fireplace. Hands reached and moved his hair together at his back, then rested on his knees, and the man turned to allow the other to help.

Knelt behind him, Corey worked slow. Having done this a few times now, he didn't bother going to get a brush. One hand held the wet hair together, holding it in place so it didnt pull at the head, and his fingers worked from the blackened bottom to untangle the thick hair. Diligent and careful.

The moment was far too soft, really. Rain thundered against the house wood. Soft crackling of the fire, the orange light illuminating and highlighting them to the right. Corey could feel Vin relaxing steadily; head tilting back just a bit. Breathing steady and even. All that worry and stress melting effortlessly away, together.

Eventually, the small hands worked loose the last of the knots in the strands. Dark wet hair finally manageable again, and Vinny fully comfortable. His skin had dried now, warmth seeping across him with ease, fire and present company working in tandem. Pure sunshine, in the dead of night.

Corey ran his fingers through the length of the hair a couple more times. Absentmindedly, a soothing motion for the both of them. He heard Vin give a soft sigh. The usual urge to fiddle and braid it popped up, but he resisted, instead scrunching it gently from the bottom to bring out the curls as Vin usually did himself.

The fish was almost cooked by now, probably. He glanced to the side, keeping an eye on it, having just remembered it. Vin piped up. Corey could hear the sleepiness seeping through the slow words. "Needs another minute..."

So homely.

He let the hair alone now, Vinny turning mildly to face the furnace again as Corey stretched his own hands to dry them. Wet with rain after all the hair fixing. They could see each other in their peripheral vision. Big blue eyes blinking slow. Fisherman's head tilting just slightly to the bee's side. Both settled, for the minute needed for the food to be ready.

Corey shuffled forward, moment passing. He spotted Vince shifting back onto his knees. To allow him more room, so he could stand. Even this tired, the two were in sync.

He did, standing swiftly aside to get a plate and fork. Then on one knee, back in front of the furnace. He reached in gingerly, blowing against the hot air to allow his hand to grab the fish by the stick. It was a little hot, but it was manageable, he'd gotten better handling heat lately, with all the group's traveling to the Nether. Cooked fish on the plate. He turned to see Vinny again.

The man had moved, and was currently sat back, legs turned aside. His left arm and head leaning against the crafting table carefully, stormy green eyes barely even open. The light from the fire flickered, highlighting colours, bringing out the reds in his hair, and the dark freckles along his face.

Handsome.

The bee blinked off the thought. Moved closer on his knees, Vin's attention perking again. Eyes open, at least halfway. Sleepy enough now that everything felt fuzzy, in that lovely way where you could fall asleep anywhere.

Fork picked up, plate alongside it offered over for the other to take, and eat. A bite already on there. Corey brought the utensil and plate close to the fisherman.

Vin barely hesitated. Leaning, head tipping down easily, tilting to match the angle. Graceful. Eyes closed, loose wet hair falling to frame his face, he just. Ate the bite off the fork.

Something about that motion, that image before him, made some new feeling shoot through Corey like lightning.

He froze, eyes blinking wider. What was that..?

A pause.

And the scene continued.

Relaxing, with a breath out. Corey shrugged in his mind, shock thawing with a familiar warmth in his chest. Ah, well. Vinny's had a long day. What was the harm in feeding him. Effortless, business as usual. Admiring the scene, with that new emotion tugging at him.

There, before the flickering fire, a bee fed a sleepy villager. Storm brewing outside. Flame stoked. Anchor and ship.

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