#antiiclimactic

they looked down at the note scrawled out in the most ridiculous teenage high school love story handwriting, zephyr scoffed almost not believing that they’d wrote this as they stood in front of the zamora house. it was stupid and cliche but they were scared, their heart fluttered each time she was in the shop and it should have been against the rules but after all zeph made the shop rules. in a flash, they darted up the steps before knocking hard & fast. “could you give to hunter, tell her it’s from zee.” the tan human was blushing to the roots of their hair as they scurried off again to prep the surprise, saying a silent prayer that this shit would work out. 

he was so done with this right now, the constant dropping things and bending over slowly to pick them up just for her skirt to ride up, especially when they had been in public. the relentless teasing was finally getting to him and atlas stood abruptly, stalking over to the other and backing them up against the wall. “what did i say, baby? and you’re still doing it?” hazel eyes were dark and one hand was gripping their chin almost tight enough to leave finger shaped bruises along their jaw but he tried to reign it in, softening his grip. “if you don’t start behaving yourself, i swear to god, i’ll put you over my lap. or…make you wish i had.” he couldn’t help but press his hips against theirs, smirking at the sound that left them. +antiiclimactic​

atlas loved the way she looked tangled in sheets and sound asleep, it was only the second week of summer but they never wanted it to end. her name was sojourner but she went by georgie, and everything about her was magnetic. one night they met over a drink in a dimly lit bar and by the end, they’d had her pressed up against the alley wall and the rest was a slight blur of moans. but after that night, they searched the city for her and the two of them spent most days together now in between their shows. however, here as the sunlight filtered between the curtains atlas didn’t know if they could let her go. a calloused thumb brushed along her cheek as they spoke softly, “hun’, it’s breakfast time. what kind of sweets do you want?”

by this time tomorrow she was in france staring at her best friends face with wide eyes and a slightly frantic look. “listen, i don’t think you understand, i spent years without communicating about normal human shit. how the fuck am i supposed to do talk about sex? specifically me having sex??”

EMELISE: is the titan still treating you right?

she’d grown up across the street from them in tall brownstone buildings, downtown seattle with the city lights always bright in the background. the zardari brothers were like the best friends she’d always wanted, her mother and their father were rather close so it was natural that they grew up together. she was there when hendrix broke his arm and when presley had girl issues but now here she was at their door in the middle of the night. the weight of her backpack was like a security blanket, legs weary from the flight back. “hey, uh. it’s been a while. you wanna go for a ride?” it was impossible not to smile at him but that smile turned into an awkward grimace. 

EMIE: pls don’t laugh at me. i promise we can talk more in person.

emie’s eyes widened and her eyes slid in both directions to make sure there was no one else around. “i’m part of a covert online revolutionary group that wants to overthrow the current government. “ giggling, she winked with a cute shrug. “we’ll see if we win.”