#? i was unaware of the Minor Name change actually. god fucking knows when that happened considerign the loc team lol
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Happy birthday, Gaien Enkidou!
#enkidu#gaien enkidou#unib#under night in birth#unigif#edits#sprite edits#crow.gif#loops#misc#birthdays#? i was unaware of the Minor Name change actually. god fucking knows when that happened considerign the loc team lol#anyway hbd enk i love a enk (hasnt played him in foreeeever) (i really should hes so fun)
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hi if u found this without me linking u: how the fuck
a lot happened here. it gets really graphic at some points because im a demon who loves to describe how miserable my characters are feeling. i think i got cucked by the character limit like 3 or 4 times. anyway if you ever feel like its upsetting you, i'd suggest just not reading. i literally had to take a breather writing it at one point, so don't feel bad.
getting ring to talk about what happened here will be like pulling teeth, so it probably wont come up in gc much. still, i'll put an ooc word out if he's gonna talk abt it, if you all want. be sure to actually tell me if u do or i won't know.
and the worst part of this? joseph came twice. we had it in the fucking channel name that You May Cum Once, and the bastard couldn't even manage that. he almost got off three times, even. fucking terrible.
some warnings:
- torture
- burning/branding
- rape (there's some consensual stuff at the start though)
- incest mentions
- eye trauma
- infidelity/general relationship dishonesty
- manipulation
- minor pet play
- religious themes (its joseph. but maybe someone unaware will look at this, idk lol)
what a mess. have fun kids -Cee
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Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:03 PM
Ring didn't announce that he was going to Joseph's. He told Fia that he planned to go and visit, but he didn't tell Joseph himself. He was afraid Joseph might run. An irrational fear, probably, but Joseph had been acting odd since their incursion a few days before. He didn't know what to expect. He pulled up along the dirt path of a driveway Joseph had on his farm and stepped out of the car. The sun was shining and the animals looked to be doing well. He smiled at them. It was really a peaceful sight. He spent a lone minute just watching, letting it calm his nerves. He then turned to nothing and nodded. Today would be an all right day, he was sure of it.
A yelp from the barn caught his attention. He'd intended to head to the house, but he wouldn't be surprised if Joseph was tending to the animals. He walked over to the open doors and swung inside on one hand, calling out, "Hey, Joe! I managed to talk to Gabriel about--" He cut himself off at what he saw. "Uh... What are you doing?"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:10 PM
Oh god. Oh god. Why, why was this happening!? Ryder had been taken out of the mental ward by his brother, and honestly, it felt so good to be out of there. And when the man had mentioned going to confession, Ryder rolled his eyes. Jesus, of course he would want to do that. "Sure, I'll humor you. but I have to go to my house before I turn into a convert." He had joked, and the exchange started off innocently at first.
However at that exchange of words as confession usually went, something...changed in Joseph. His tone sounded more...twisted, which caused Ryder to feel uncomfortable and move on out of the close compartment. And he would've been home free then, if not for his brother towering over and knocking him out....All Ryder could remember when being in and out of consciousness was the familiar happy tone of his brother, the man pointing a camera at his face. "Is that your baby?....a...is that your puppy?" is all he heard, before he felt a harsh slap. He gasped, eyes wide and head throbbing as he stared at his brother. Where was he!? What was this!? "Joseph! What the fuck!" He yelped, and when those doors opened...well fuck he might as well turn to god now because there was Ring.
"Ring!" Joseph called happily, turning to the man and smiling kindly. "Nice of you to drop in though...ah. You sort of caught me in the middle of getting things situated for you!"
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:24 PM
"For me?" he echoed. His eyes flicked between Joseph and Ryder, who was handcuffed to the barn wall. It was the exact same place that Michael had been pinned, but with less nails this time. Ryder looked pissed off, but Joseph was as serene as always. He had a hint of danger in him though, a glimmer in his eyes and posture that showed he wasn't as friendly as he seemed. It was a look Ring was all too familiar with. It was one he branded himself with when he was feeling cruel. Right now though, Ring's face was struck with an unsure smile.
Slowly, he put his feet in front of the other, and drew closer. "Joseph... What the hell are you guys doing?" He chuckled a bit, trying to stay relaxed. Maybe it was a weird game of some sort, or a Christian ritual. He didn't know. Anxiety weighted his stomach and suggested his thoughts of innocence were very wrong.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:36 PM
Joseph sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well this was a surprise for you! For being so kind to me!" He stated, kneeling down to thumb at the ID coin on Ryder's collar. "I saw how mean my brother was to you... but also saw you really liked to play with him." He hummed, then looking back at Ring and smiling. "Ryder needs to be trained....after all, to be a good boy." He stood, but not quickly enough as Ryder spit on him. The man growled, kicking Ryder directly on the stomach, which caused the animals in the barn to twitch and Mama, the big sheepdog currently trapped behind with the horses, to howl and bark. "Easy, Mama! Lost my temper, pups fine!" He stated, then lifting up Ryder's head. "Right, puppy? Tell her you're ok!" He cooed calmly, sighing as the only words to come out was a weak "fuck you."
"I'm so sorry, Ring....this is gonna take a while." His face looked genuinely saddened, as he stood straight again.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:43 PM
The display made Ring jump back a step and fall quiet. He didn't have anything to say to Joseph's crazed talk, but his mind did flicker back to Lisa held in Flint's house as the dog tag was played with. He thought back to chat the night he was over there watching her be kicked around, and how Joseph talked about getting a dog. He shuddered with realisation. The "dog" Joseph had been talking about was Ryder. He'd described the dog as a mutt and rebellious and other harsh dehumanising things.
"What the fuck?" he wheezed out after palpable silence came over the barn. "No, really, what the fuck? What is this-- what- what are you doing? He's a person, he's your brother, you can't... do this to him."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:56 PM
Oh Joseph was surprised by that. Brown eyes flickering to the other man, he tilted his head. "It's weird hearing that coming from you, Ring." He stated, ruffling Ryder's hair absentmindedly and pulling back when he tried to bite him. "From what I've heard....and what I read back.....why would you be so disturbed by what I'm doing?" For once, those eyes didn't show kindness or understanding, rather the soulless insanity that had since plagued his mind. He sighed in annoyance then looking at Ryder as he suddenly shouted.
"Ring! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything I said to you! I....I didn't...mean to....make you angry...." his voice trailed off, before he shook his head and bit his lower lip. Ryder's collar jangled slightly, as he looked up at him, shaking gently. "Just.....please. Don't..don't leave me here...." he whimpered, Joseph suddenly bursting into laughter as he tapped the leash that Ryder was connected to. "Wait! This is familiar isn't it??" He asked, then grabbing the chain and kicking Ryder on his stomach. "Crawl to him, mutt." He ordered, Ryder hesitating.
"Now. That's an order, Ryder!" Another kick, and the man, humiliated, crawled over to the other, glancing up pitifully. "Ring.....please....help me..."
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:08 PM
Ring raised a trembling hand to his face and shook his head. He knew Joseph had been off, but he didn't imagine this. He knew Joseph had grown close to him, but he never imagined a freakish worship. He'd been caught up in the chase of freeing Joseph that he was ignoring the man's obvious mental problems. Now here he was, watching Ryder be thrashed around like it was Michael again. Joseph had fallen fast back to depravity, or perhaps he'd never been okay at all. He'd just been saying what pleased Ring, since Ring was taking care of him.
The first kick to Ryder made Ring wince in guilt and sympathetic pain. The second time Joseph reared his foot back, Ring lunged, interposing his own leg between Joseph and Ryder. Joseph's foot connected right to Ring's shin. He let out a choke of pain, but looked up to Joseph through it. "Stop it! Now!" he barked. "What do you think you're doing?! Are you a monster?!" The anxiety in his stomach began to flare into anger. "We can't fix you if you're throwing away God and fucking beating people! We can't-- You--" He stared hard at Joseph, then his shoulders slumped. "You don't want to be fixed, do you?"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 5:25 PM
Joseph was surprised by the other's sudden interference, stepping back himself and staring at Ring. For a moment, silence was heard, save for Ryder's slowly growing sobs. A....monster...oh is that what he became? The priest could only stare, before a gentle chuckle escaped his throat. "Why would I want to be fixed?" he stated, then stepping forward again. Due to the fact that Joseph let go of the leash, Ryder scrambled behind Ring, looking like a scared child. Joseph glanced at Ryder, then scoffed.
"I'd think that you of all people would like this...I thought I found a kindred spirit...but I guess I was wrong." He smiled kindly, leaning to stare Ring in the eye. "Do you want to know a secret, Ring?" He asked, brown eyes now dull and a smirk slowly forming on his face. "You and I are far more alike than you realize....you say that you deserved your punishment of immortality. So did I." He straightened up, then walking over to his power tools, grabbing a certain tool and looking at it fondly. The nail gun, which was rusted with the blood of Michael. His eyes went soft for a moment, as he ran a finger over the nail. "...I knew that Michael was manipulating me...from day one."
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:40 PM
Joseph was far taller and wider than Ring, and instinctively, he shrunk in his clothes when Joseph stepped toward him. Ryder grabbing him shocked him out of it, and once more, he puffed out his chest. He wasn't going to just leave Ryder at the mercy of Joseph. He knew some of what Joseph could do, and could imagine everything else. It wasn't good.
"Do you... know how crazy you sound?" he finally spoke up after Joseph brought up Michael. "We're alike? You deserve this? No, Joseph. Not at all. You can be saved." He looked down at Ryder, offering a sorry look, then stepped forward. "I managed to get in touch with Gabriel - I know how we can do it. And God is willing to forgive you." He came behind Joseph, his voice soft. He gingerly reached out and put his hands on Joseph's sides. "But you-- you can't seriously want to stay like this. This awful fucking existence? It's indescribably terrible, and you don't need to. Why wouldn't you want to end it?"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 5:49 PM
"I can be honest...I was ready to go back, Ring." he stated, feeling the soft touch and tensing at first. God...that touch....remembering last night, it made him shudder and practically melt. "...the attention was worth it, I thought." he stated, then glancing at Ring. The other was still injured, this he knew. His wings where mangled and he didn't look like he was healing at all. Turning, he set the nails down, then letting his hand reach out to let his thumb gently run over that part of the wing he knew was in pain. "I....thrive on attention. That's why I became a priest." he stated, eyes soft as he leaned over to kiss his injured wing. "It hurts, doesn't it? I did feel bad that you did this to yourself to help my eyesight...and god, it scared me..." He opened, his eyes, not really realizing they had fluttered closed.
"You saved me, Ring...in your own way. Your attention...everything you do, is so important to me...I love you...and I love the people in chat....and I'll do anything to protect you all...even if I have to turn on my own family." His eyes then flickered to Ryder, who had been trying to crawl away, his hand shooting out to open the gate that Mama was kept in. "Mama, baby." he said in a sweet voice, the dog then running over to Ryder and nuzzling his cheek. The dog, in all her intentions, wanted Ryder there to protect him.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:59 PM
Ring's wing had scabbed over, but it would be slow healing as long as he wasn't using magic on it. He instinctively winced a but when the tear was touched. They were delicate. He didn't shove Joseph away, though, not even when he kissed the wing. Joseph really did like wings. Ring could remember him staring at Michael's in the same affectionate way. They fluttered and folded up when Joseph pulled away, as though scared. Ring hadn't forgotten about the nail gun.
"Joseph... I understand that. The attention thing." He took Joseph's hands and linked their fingers. At the very least, it would keep Joseph from grabbing any weapons. "Not wanting to leave your loved ones. But this isn't right, not when your curse can be lifted. You don't have to sink to this level. You can still love and protect us without tormenting yourself."
Despite the passion in his words, Ring knew they wouldn't change Joseph's mind. "And what are you gonna do when everyone dies and I go home? What do you have then?"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:07 PM
Smiling, the priest's disposition seemed to calm, particularly to the way he usually acted. With the fact that the other had linked their hands together, Joseph felt like he could stay like this for a while. He felt safe....warm....this attention was truly intoxicating. As much as Ring slept around, fell for other people...hell, even teased him with promises that he knew didn't mean much, he was so desperate for Ring's approval and attention. Though at the mention of Ring's leaving, his eyes widened, and instantly that warmth left his chest. He fell on his knees, looking like a lost child as he glanced up at Ring.
"Leave? No...no I don't want you to leave...I want you to stay with me!" He whimpered, letting his cheek rest on Ring's hip. "I couldn't live without you, Ring. I don't want to live without you...I'd rather die than live without you..." he muttered, eyes once again drifting to Ryder, who was being coddled by their childhood dog. "I'll do anything, Ring...please just...don't leave me....I don't want anyone else but you...."
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:24 PM
The drop surprised Ring, and he let go of Joseph's hands as he collapsed onto the floor. It was a dramatic gesture. Ring must have rubbed off on him more than he realised. He reached a tentative hand out and began to pet Joseph's head. It was the least comfort he could provide. Joseph's desperation resonated with him and the loneliness he was plagued with, and it only brought forth his desire to go home more.
"I got things at home. Friends, a husband, the end to my curse. An entire life. Eventually I'm gonna go back. You can't really stop that. And eventually, I'm gonna fade from existence too." His hand moved to cradle Joseph's cheek, and Ring tilted Joseph's head up so they were meeting eyes. "So why won't you die for me? You said you'd rather be dead, but you're refusing to have your curse undone. You want to be alone?"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:33 PM
Joseph looked so lost, but happy that Ring was treating him so tenderly. Tears pricked at his eyes as he nodded, gently rubbing his cheek against Ring's hip. Ryder was merely staring in...disbelief. And a gross feeling washed over him as he looked away, focusing on the knife his brother had forgotten to take out of his pocket. Being chained up, he couldn't reach for it without Joseph getting suspicious. But now that Joseph and Ring where having a....moment....he took the time to grab it from his pocket. tearing the collar off his neck, he stood, knife in hand as he stared at the two.
From Joseph's soft whimpering of "I love you"s, to Ring's rather soft gaze, something in him just fueled the need to throw up. So he did, running out and throwing up outside. The man was shuddering, staring at the ground before shaking his head and letting the tears flow from his eyes. He was almost fucking sold out by his own brother. Treated lesser than dirt...oh god how he wanted to kill him now. But something held him back....and the fact that Mama was now licking his face calmed him...slightly. "Ryder?" he heard, head whipping around as the man, now calmer and happy seemed to call out to him. Ryder stood tall, trying to look more intimidating as he glanced between Ring and Joseph frantically.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:45 PM
Ring paid Ryder no mind. He was planning to let Ryder go, anyway. If he got himself out, that was okay. In Ring's mind, he told Ryder to run and not stop. Get as far away as he could before Joseph inevitably noticed. It didn't work well, because Joseph immediately noticed Ryder's stampede out the building. Joseph started to get up and stumble after Ryder, but Ring didn't want that. He slid a foot in Joseph's direction, murmuring a spell that caused the ground to rise up around Joseph's feet and lock him in place by the ankles. Ring then walked over and stood in front of him.
"Ryder. Go. I need to talk with Joe still, but I'll find you when we're done. I still owe you a place to stay, after all." He turned back to Joseph. "You didn't answer me. If you love me so much, why are you doing this? Why are you shoving away everything I'm doing for you and making me watch you suffer? Do you want to know what it's like to live like this?!"
Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:50 PM
Joseph froze, shrinking at the fact that Ring shouting at him. Eyes drifting to the side, he said nothing, watching Ryder run off with Mama in hot pursuit. "No....I..." he muttered, body now starting to shake, tears started filling his eyes. "I just...wanted to make you happy..." he whimpered, staring down at Ring. "I didn't think about myself...because I didn't want to see you sad..and I didn't want to hurt you...but I messed up on that....thought....and I'm sorry."
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:57 PM
He sighed. He'd started to raise his voice at Joseph. He hadn't meant to, but this was a topic that meant a lot to him and he was getting fired up over it. He came up to Joseph and once more put an arm around him, his other reaching up to hold Joseph's face. The concrete that'd risen up to hold Joseph slunk back into the ground with rumbling sounds.
"I forgive you, Joe. But you can't be doin' this stuff in hopes to impress me. What's really gonna make me happy is seeing you normal again. What I can't do." He grabbed at Joseph's clothes and put his face in his chest. He was large and comfortable, despite everything. "You don't even understand how much it hurts to see you throw this chance away."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:03 PM
"I...I don't want to hurt you..." he muttered, letting his hand fly up to gently ruffle Ring's hair. His fingers, despite the callous on them, where soft, and loving as they ran through his hair. His free arm gently wrapped around Ring's waist, as his lips gently pressed against Ring's head. He felt so warm and safe...god Joseph couldn't help but be obsessed with it. He continued to give gentle kisses to Ring's head. "I promise....I promise I won't hurt you again...I'm so sorry...I love you..."
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:16 PM
Ring didn't mind the affection. He was always the kind to love being held and cooed over. Sure, Fia was nice to snuggle with, but he could practically feel the emotions within Joseph right now, and it touched the loneliness that ached his soul. He nuzzled his face into Joseph and stayed there for a long, calming minute. Joseph was so terribly tormented though, and imprinted like a duckling. Ring wasn't sure how good of an idea this was. This whole situation started because he decided to be greedy and not fix Joseph's eyes as soon as he could.
He looked up after a minute, and into the eyes he made. He supposed he could always take them away if Joseph defied him again. They were gift under the assumption that Joseph would be saved, not use them to corrupt his soul further. His finger came to the edge of Joseph's eye and circled around it as he contemplated his options. His god of life really didn't want Joseph to have those eyes, yet Ring ignored the infinite wisdom for what he felt was right.
"I don't want you to kill or hurt people, okay? I know you thought it would be something I like, and I can tell how much you love me. Don't worry. But you really scared me."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:24 PM
Joseph felt the finger hear his eyes and shuddered, nodding softly as his hug got a little tighter. "I...I promise...I won't do that to anyone....I promise....I'm so sorry." he whimpered, still nuzzling and cuddling the other man. His chest felt so warm, love absolutely melting what little madness had held him...for the moment. He practically swept the other up, going into the shed to place them both on a bail of hay. God, he loved hugging Ring, sitting the other on his lap and just giving him kisses and loving whispers as he just bombarded the other with affection.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:31 PM
Being picked up made Ring yelp in surprise and instinctively flail a bit, but he soon grabbed onto Joseph and let himself be carried. He was a bit nervous. Joseph still seemed kind of unstable, and he wasn't sure that he wouldn't be hurt. Thankfully though, Ring was plopped into a pile of hay in a corner of the barn and just pulled into Joseph's lap. He went to say something, but found himself in a kiss. He relaxed at that. Joseph just wanted to cuddle some. Ring kissed him back and put his arms around Joseph's neck. This, at least, he could provide. He murmured back sweet things to him, though he was careful to never say "I love you." He didn't want to know what that might do.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:34 PM
Joseph shuddered at the affection back, nuzzling the other's neck and kissing at it. His mind was completely addicted to the feeling of Ring, everything about him just made him feel safe....and he never wanted to lose that. The priest's hands drifted down to the other's hips, lips tenderly nipping and kissing at Ring's neck.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:39 PM
Ring let his head fall to the side when Joseph nuzzled into him, allowing him to kiss his neck. It felt nice. He'd been bedfellows with Joseph before, but it wasn't intimate in this way. He couldn't help but laugh with glee and close his eyes, letting Joseph do what he wanted. It was when Joseph put his hands on Ring's hips that he hesitated. He didn't actually intend to sleep with Joseph again, not while he was like this. Ring wiggled and tried to slip out of Joseph's lap, saying, "Hey, nah. We should limit ourselves."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:43 PM
Joseph blinked in surprise at Ring suddenly stopping him, pouting gently. His arms wrapped around the others waist, but he didn't try to advance any more. "I'm sorry...please don't leave?" He stated softly, brown eyes locking into his as he gently pressed his forehead against Ring's. The lost expression in his eyes had a dangerous spark to them for a moment, but his expression was still soft as he let his hands gently cup Ring's face. "Please?"
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:47 PM
Joseph putting his arms around Ring's waist stopped him from wiggling out, but Ring settled when it seemed like Joseph wasn't going to push anything sexual. He looked into Joseph's eyes. He seemed genuinely scared at the prospect of Ring leaving. He'd have to go eventually, of course, but for now, Ring scooted back up against him. "I won't leave, I promise. I'm still here." He gave Joseph another brief kiss and put his arms back around him. "Just don't think we should be doing that anymore."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:49 PM
"That's fine...you don't need to do anything with me....just as long as your with me...that's all that matters to me." He muttered, once again kissing his head and peppering little kisses on the other's face. Joseph was completely ok without any sex from Ring, holding him like this was something that was much better than sex, honestly. Just feeling his warmth was something that he couldn't live without.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:53 PM
"Of course I can be with you," he murmured back. This corner of the barn really was a romantic one. When he was in here with Flint, this had been the same pile they were in. He wondered how Flint would react to this. He didn't think Flint would attack Joseph, but it wouldn't matter right now since Joseph couldn't die anyway. He brought his lips to Joseph's and went back to kissing him sweetly, but bit by bit, he grew deeper and more forceful with it until his tongue was in Joseph's mouth and he had a hand wrapped around his head. He wouldn't go any farther than this, but he was going to enjoy what they would do.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:58 PM
Joseph was absolutely intoxicated by the kiss, from the sweetness of it to the forcefulness. His breathing was shallow, large chest raising and falling as he started to pant a bit harder. He promised Ring that he wouldn't touch him in any sexual way, for a fact, but this kissing was really making him hot under the collar. Well it would be his own problem in this case, he wanted to respect Ring's rule. He did, however, let his own tongue slip against Ring's tongue, swirling it around the other's tongue as his face started to get redder with the moan that escaped him. As much as he wanted to pull back and apologize for that moan, he was far too deep into the kiss.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:10 PM
The moan was pretty cute. Ring could feel Joseph recoil a bit, but he had a hand around Joseph's head, and Joseph fell back into what they were doing anyway. He moved his legs a bit so he straddled Joseph's lap and pulled up closer to him. Ring was always one for being a little touchy, even if he didn't have any intent behind it. His free hand rested on Joseph's shoulder and ran down his body, gently tugging at his collar as he did. His hand groped at Joseph's chest while it worked down, and he couldn't help but snicker.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:15 PM
Oh he was teasing him wasn't he? The larger man, despite his size, squirmed under Ring's touch, panting heavily as his hands went from Ring to the hay underneath them. He panted softly, tongue merely working messily as he continued to kiss the other. His chest was a...rather sensitive...area, so Ring touching him there caused another moan to escape his throat. Don't touch Ring...Don't touch Ring....don't touch Ring....God this was hard, but he had made a promise and was intent on keeping them.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:21 PM
Joseph's reactions only egged Ring on. It entertained him to feel Joseph worm under him and to hear his moaning. He was really getting flustered. Ring's fingers trailed down to the bottom of Joseph's shirt, where it slid underneath and back up Joseph. His hand was warm and soft, and took its time. His fingers moved across every inch of his flesh before finally settling to hold him by the side of his chest, his thumb rolling over Joseph's nipple.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:26 PM
Breaking the kiss, Joseph gasped; biting his lower lip and shivering as Ring's fingers teased him relentlessly. His hips bucked, which probably looked a little odd considering Ring was currently on his lap. God this was getting intense, but again his motive stayed relatively firm. He panted, whimpering with Ring's insistent touches as he threw his head back. He felt dizzy with lust, but as much as he just wanted to take Ring then and there, he steeled himself.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:33 PM
It was getting hard to not be actually grabby with Joseph. He meant it when he said he didn't want to have any more sex, but this was fun. Joseph was getting pitifully turned on from just some making out and light touches. He nuzzled himself against Joseph's neck when the kiss broke and panted hot breaths down his spine. The hand he had behind Joseph's head fell away. He stuck his tongue in his mouth and licked it, then brought it to play with Joseph's other nipple.
"You're a good boy for not touching me," he mumbled out in Joseph's ear, then pressed a kiss beneath it. His hips pressed against Joseph's waist, and then he grinded down, rubbing his ass against Joseph's groin. He gave him another kiss, and cooed, "Such a good boy..."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:42 PM
Oh lord, this was so intense. Joseph panted as Ring mouthed him, hands still gripping the hay as he tried to keep his resolve strong. Feeling Ring grind against him, his eyes fluttered closed, panting as his hips slowly matched his grinding. He was hard, that much was obvious by now as his erection strained against his jeans. "G-Good...hah...I'm a....good boy?" He panted out, brown eyes clouded with lust as the other praised him. Oh lord that praise was even hotter due to this moment. "I-I'll be good...ah...I won't...t-touch you if you don't want me too...I promise!"
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:47 PM
Somewhere in Ring's mind, he told himself that he should stop. Joseph was fully hard, and Ring was starting to get turned on himself. Yet, he didn't - he just dragged himself up and down Joseph's lap, teasing him further and letting blood start to rush through his own body. His kisses began to trail along Joseph's jawline, but he mumbled between them, "Good... Good boy... And this isn't really doing things, right? 'Cause we still have our clothes on... So it's okay."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:53 PM
"R-Right..." he panted, shivering as his erection throbbed against Ring's ass. He was seeing stars at this point, eyes squeezing shut as his arms began to shake. It was so hard to not touch Ring, and his knuckles where getting white from gripping the hay so hard. He bit his lip harder, making it bleed as he continued to buck his hips without restraint. God, just having Ring on top of his lap and grinding against him was making him flustered, and he did feel embarrassed by this. However the fact that Ring was riding him (almost) masked the embarrassment as he moaned.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:03 PM
It was fine. They weren't naked, no one was in anyone else, and Joseph wasn't touching him. This was flirting, not sex. Ring flirted a lot. He knew the differences. He brought his lips up to Joseph's again and tasted blood. He didn't notice Joseph had started to bleed. For the first time since he started his flirting, he moaned, and he began to lick up the blood between small kisses. What a little brat. Ring had definitely mentioned before he liked when a little bleeding was involved. He only flushed with more arousal at the iron taste.
He pulled away and panted, "Fuck-- Okay, let me, um." He pushed Joseph onto his back and brought their hips together, now grinding his own erection against Joseph's. "Don't-- N-no touching still. This isn't-- Fuck--" His words hitched as he pressed in harder. "It's not sex if it's just me being me."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:12 PM
Joseph gasped, feeling Ring rub against him but moaned more. He wasn't even thinking of what Ring was saying at this rate, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the other man press harder against him. Soft mewling turned into full on moans now, feeling the head of his dick leak as he grinded against him. Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...he wanted him inside him. Wanted that dick in him so bad...but no...shit no don't think like that--Be good Joseph, be good. Joseph's hands where now gripping the prickly haystack below him, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. "Good god...ahh~" He moaned, remembering the other moments that he was with Ring.
He threw his head back, panting desperately as his pleasure burned more intensely. "Please...please, please please~" he whimpered, feeling his orgasm come close.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:27 PM
Ring kept mumbling excuses and reasons for why what they were doing was allowed, but as Joseph's voice rose, it got harder to not start moaning with him. His words kept trailing off in gasps and groans. He eventually resolved to stop trying and just go back to licking at the wound that'd first gotten him so excited. His hands pawed at Joseph for a decent grip, but he was moving too much to actually hold anything, and his body wouldn't let him stop. He desperately wanted to actually fuck Joseph and look at his face twist in pleasure. But this was as good as he'd get, and the thought of pausing ached his needy cock. He just continued to frot against him, enjoying the fast friction. It felt good. So, so good. Ring bit at the cut in Joseph's lip and moaned lewdly.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:31 PM
Joseph cried out, coming intensely as his body shuddered. His hips rammed against Ring's hips, panting as shaky hands so desperately clawed at the haystack as he rode out his orgasm. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, loud and desperate panting escaped him. His body was shaking, and jeans soiled, Joseph whimpering softly. He wanted to hug the other, but he still stayed with his no touching rule.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:37 PM
Joseph came, and Ring let out a groan of dissatisfaction. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't close to cumming, though he was thoroughly worked up and would be hard to calm down at this point. He pushed himself off of Joseph and sat up, leaning back on trembling arms. His erection was still very much in view and throbbing under his pants. He put a hand on it and groped at it idly, grumbling, "Goddammit... Look what you've left me with, Joe. You're too dangerous. You keep making me wanna fuck your brains out."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:42 PM
Joseph panted, slowly sitting up and staring at Ring's pants. He bit his lip again, eyes flickering up at Ring. "I..I wouldn't mind helping you...." he whimpered, then putting his hands on either side of Ring's hips. He wasn't touching him at all, but those brown eyes where just staring up at him with a half glazed look. "Or...or you can jerk off and cum on my face...no touching necessary..." he panted, eyeing Ring's crotch hungrily.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:50 PM
Ring didn't shove Joseph away when he came up close to him, but eyed him warily. He managed a small laugh at Joseph's first suggestion, and said, "I think it kinda crosses the line if I were to actually be in you." Despite that, his eyes stayed focused on Joseph's lips. He wanted to cram his cock down Joseph's throat and watch him choke and love it. Ring clenched his jaw as another groan rose out of him, even more desperate from before. He really, really shouldn't, but maybe that jerking off idea wasn't too bad. After a moment of quiet contemplation, he eventually hissed out, "Fuck," and scrambled to undo his pants. His hand near immediately wrapped around his dick and began to stroke himself furiously. Soon after, he dissolved into moans and whimpers as he continued to stare down at Joseph's lips.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:56 PM
Joseph was trying so hard not to do anything to Ring, but seeing how hot Ring looked, he licked his lips.. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward, keeping his hands away from Ring but looking up innocently as he bobbed his head. He panted around Ring's dick, letting the head hit the back of his throat as he choked gently on it. He was going at a slow pace at first, but slowly worked up to suck and bob his head a bit faster.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:04 PM
Though Ring was looking at Joseph, his mind was more absorbed in his thoughts, and he didn't actually register that Joseph had moved until he suddenly felt Joseph's mouth around his cock. He leaned his head back and let out a low moan of, "No," yet his hand let go of himself to grab at Joseph's hair and urge him further down. He rolled his hips with Joseph's bobbing, forcing himself in and out deeper. It felt heavenly, even if he wasn't even doing too much yet. His mouth was hot and wet and kept taking him. It was everything he was craving right now. His noises grew louder and longer as Joseph continued to work on him, and it wasn't long until his breaths were quick and he was begging for more.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:10 PM
Joseph choked more on Ring's dick, eyes tearing up as he glanced up at the other man. Seeing him look more pleasured, he let his tongue lick the underbelly of his shaft, feeling the head practically shove down his throat with each thrust. He paused, keeping his dick down his throat. He panted, rather enjoying the feeling of Ring's dick blocking his throat. He moaned around it, letting his tongue swirl a bit around the other's dick. He didn't move for a while, before pulling back a bit, panting and coughing as his head went back to bobbing and sucking on Ring's dick. He wanted so desperately to touch him....but again, have to be good.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:21 PM
Ring's eyes fluttered shut as he started to lose himself to the sensations. Feeling Joseph's tongue start to work on his cock made him shiver and shove him further down. He let out an excited cry as he felt himself actually push into Joseph's throat instead of teasing it. Even if Joseph stopped moving, Ring didn't, only wanting to fuck his mouth harder. Luckily for Joseph, their positions didn't loan to it that well, and he could only do small thrusts. But it was enough for him. It kept his excitement building. When Joseph started moving again, Ring whined out, "Oh God, Joseph... This is so fucking good-- You-you're such a good boy..."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:26 PM
Oh....oh. Joseph squirmed, panting harder as he sucked harder, unzipping his own pants to start rubbing himself. He let Ring's dick ram hard and deep as possible, fingers rubbing at the head of his own dick. He absolutely enthralled, feeling his throat get used to Ring as he shut his eyes. He was getting hard again, and the fact that Ring praised him didn't help either.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:36 PM
Ring didn't notice what Joseph was doing, and likely for the better. He could barely contain himself anymore, squirming in Joseph's mouth and groping at whatever his hand grabbed. His feet kicked and dug against the hay to try and find purchase. His words dissolved into loud moans and crying out Joseph's name. His cock drooled out pre into Joseph's throat. He was getting close. The hand holding Joseph's hair was practically controlling it now, forcing him to move quick and deep on Ring. Joseph's inevitable choking only massaged Ring's dick further.
"Oh my God," he groaned out again. "Joseph, you're s-so good, you're such a good boy. Fuck, you're so fucking good..." He broke off with another moan. "I'm gonna cum soon, Joseph, babe-- I wanna-- Don't stop, I wanna cum down your throat."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:43 PM
Joseph let Ring control from here, letting his throat clench and squeeze around Ring's dick, eyes half lidded as he absolutely LOVED getting his throat ravaged. His hand was jerking at his own dick, the priest drooling on Ring's throbbing cock at the mention of Ring's cum down his throat. He whimpered, feeling his breathing hitch as his dick throbbed as well. He was sucking HARD now, looking hungry as his eyes practically rolled up, unable to focus on his own dick now as he choked around Ring's dick.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:56 PM
Ring's head was still tilted back, his eyes closed and his mouth open from all his noises. When he stopped to pant, his tongue lolled out of his mouth not unlike a dog. He was deaf to his surroundings except his cries and Joseph's slurping. He'd forgotten he was in a barn and that he wasn't supposed to be doing this. He only cared about the pressure rising in his groin and the pleasure being done onto him. Ring's movements got desperate and shaky, pushing them both just a little bit further until his body shuddered and he came. He screamed, gripping at the hay and pounding his cock in with each pulse of his seed. He was always to cum more than needed, and Joseph brought out the worst of him. After several breath-taking seconds of orgasming hard in Joseph, he flopped backwards and practically melted into the hay, panting and gasping for air.
Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:07 PM
Joseph didn't expect that much to pour out, but feeling Ring's dick practically expand in his throat, his haze was broken for a second as his eyes widened. Hot cum shot down his throat and into his stomach, the priest gagging slightly as tears pricked into his eyes. After several seconds of unloading, and as Ring flopped back, Joseph paused, bobbing his head to suck up whatever was left before taking him out with a rather lewd pop. He panted, rubbing his cheek against Ring's dick and looking.....honestly very satisfied. If anyone could see him now, nothing would indicate AT ALL that he was a man of the cloth, what with his pants unbuttoned, hair disheveled, and happy kisses on the other man's dick.
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:34 PM
He was vaguely aware of what Joseph was doing, but for the most part, he was checked out of his surroundings. The world buzzed around him and meant nothing at all. But slowly, it pieced itself back together. He could feel Joseph's nuzzling, and the exhaustion that had rolled over him. Ring tentatively sat back up. He pushed Joseph's face away and shoved his cock back into his pants, muttering, "Sorry, that-- Ugh. I really can't control myself, huh."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:39 PM
Joseph looked like an absolute mess, looking up at Ring. His lips where bruised from the constant pounding, and his once tidy clothing and hair where now disheveled. His dick was out too, leaking from the orgasm he had after Ring came. "I...its ok....I mean." He smiled. "I didn't touch you!"
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:49 PM
He got a better look at Joseph after zipping up his pants. While the look was normally pretty hot to him, seeing how he absolutely messed someone up, he just felt disgusted now. Disgusted at what he did, how Joseph was falling, and how Ring kept making everything worse. He scooted back a couple feet and shook his head, saying, "No, I'm sorry. I didn't-- We really shouldn't have these affairs anymore. I mean that. You're too in love with me. I don't want to tempt you off of recovery again."
Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:54 PM
Joseph's eyes widening again, arms shakily pushing him up as he fixed himself, hand reaching up to smooth back his hair. "You're not leaving me, are you? I'm sorry, I tempted you!" He whimpered, the grabbing the others shoulders. Tears started to fall from his eyes, his hands squeezing the others shoulders. "I promise i wont do it again!! I'll be good!"
Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:58 PM
Ring was still fairly lethargic, but he had enough sense to notice Joseph was starting to freak out. He backed up again, off of the hay, only for his shoulders to be grabbed. Joseph's fingers dug into him and made him tense up, yelping, "Hey, that hurts!" He put his hands on Joseph's and tried to pull them off. "I need to go home. I can tell you about Gabriel later."
Visa - Yesterday at 1:15 AM
Joseph noticed the yelp, then remembering how his brother reacted to him and completely backed himself to the wall, staring at Ring and seeming to be lost in thought. For a moment, he looked more confused than ever, staring at his hands as he considered his options. The fact that both his brother and Ring where scared of him...really fucked him up. What was he doing wrong? Was he being to rough? Was he not good enough? He whimpered, looking at Ring again and shaking his head. "No...no no.....Ring...please...! Don't go...!"
Solynx - Yesterday at 1:22 AM
Ring pulled Joseph off surprisingly easy for the grip he just had. He watched as Joseph cowered away. It was odd to see him so suddenly recoil, but it was a good chance to leave since he wasn't being held. Ring pushed himself up to unsteady feet. "Joe. Relax. I'm not leaving you to die. Just uh, we should both take a bit alone after that."
Visa - Yesterday at 1:26 AM
Joseph didn't respond, rather, was mumbling as he stood, grabbing the nail gun from his stash. The blood had dried...so nicely....he truly did miss having Michael here when he did....and felt for a moment that he was indeed still here. "....right...I...I'm sorry, Ring....You have every right to want that..." he stated finally, then looking at Ring and smiling at him. "Now hurry...before I change my mind and keep you here like I was going to Ryder." This was said in a sweet fashion, but had every kind of bad intent in it.
Solynx - Yesterday at 1:31 AM
He'd paused at Joseph suddenly leaping up and running over to the table, only to stiffen with anxiety at seeing him snatch up the nail gun. His wings tucked themselves in out of fear. The smile caused him to rattle with dread. It wasn't a nice smile, as sweet as he was trying to be. Ring didn't give Joseph a verbal response to what he said. He just turned heel and began walking out of the barn.
Visa - Yesterday at 12:45 PM
The priest stared at nail gun for a moment, brown eyes flickering over the nail bit and the blood. It was funny, really, how much had happened to him recently....him, getting lied to by Michael....Ring's kindness. If anything he loved the thrill of it, and hearing nothing outside, a content smile spread on his face as he set down the nail gun and grabbed a leash and dog collar.
Of course he was still there, why wouldn't he be? The priest slowly advanced on the other, suddenly wrapping his arms around the other. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He cooed softly, picking the man up and walking calmly to the shed again. He set him down, grabbing the collar and placing it around Ring's neck.
Solynx - Yesterday at 1:17 PM
Ring had walked at a fast pace to get out of there and rounded a corner to be out of immediate view. A lot just happened. He walked in on Joseph trying to teach Ryder to be a dog, and he confessed to wanting an eternal life to spend with him. He'd gone completely crazy and obsessed. He let out a shaking sigh as his mind flipped through everything before he went into his pocket and got out his phone. He needed to update Gabriel.
"gabe. i dont think joe can be saved"
"i still think we should remove his curse. but he's really gone off the deep end."
"idk if there's a way to save him from going to hell"
"he fucking had ryder tied up in his barn and was kicking him around and stuff"
"ryder like his brother"
"he's really gone crazyhgu"
Arms wrapping around Ring's chest made him jump and flub the rest of his message. He hadn't heard anything creep up behind him. He looked back to see Joseph staring down at him, that cruel smile still on his face. He tried to jerk away. The grip only got tighter. Panic started to rise in his chest. He crammed his phone back into his pocket, accidentally sending another keymash in the process, then put his hands around Joseph's arms and tried to tear them off. His claws instantly came out and dug into Joseph's skin.
"Let go of me," he snarled. "I was on my way--" His words cut off with a yelp as he was suddenly lifted and dragged back to the shed. He thrashed and kicked, but Joseph was far stronger than he was. It would take more than some physical force to get out of this. He was about to cast a spell when he was dropped on the ground, cutting his focus. The concrete was hard and hurt to crash on. He looked up. Joseph's eyes were glazed and far, like he'd completely forgotten Ring was something sentient. Or maybe this was him just not caring.
A stomp on Ring's leg stopped his thoughts short as he yelled with pain. In the next moment he was aware of, Joseph had him by the throat and put a collar on him. Ring shook his head and tried to lean away. "No-- No, you are not doing this." He put a hand to the jewels on his necklace and began to cast a quick teleportation spell.
Visa - Yesterday at 1:29 PM
"I'm not?" He tilted his head, watching Ring begin his chant. His eyes where completely dead now, no joy or kindness. Just full on insanity. He grabbed his nail gun, looking at it fondly. "I'm sure if you leave, I can find Ryder again....I mean...you really hit the mark with praising me and making me excited...I wouldn't be surprised if it worked on him too..." he hummed, then slamming his foot down on Ring's leg again. "I know you can easily leave....and it does make me sad...I don't want to hurt you, but oh god, I can hurt Ryder....or Mary....."
Solynx - Yesterday at 1:40 PM
The mention of finding Ryder again made Ring stop cold with his words. "You-- You wouldn't. I told you not to." His words were low, a disbelieving whisper. He'd been too hopeful in Joseph saying he'd give things up for Ring. His obsession and insanity were too deep, and Ring really might have broken his only hold by walking away a minute ago. He shrunk back as far as he could. Joseph was actually starting to scare him.
The second kick to his leg caused him to curse again. It was already hurting from the earliest kick to it, when he'd saved Ryder. These weren't helping. He curled in a bit and gripped at his leg the best he could. It was always his left leg that got abused - Flint had carved it up, and now Joseph was beating it. He looked up at Joseph, starting to tremble a bit from the pain. "You don't have to hurt anyone! Leave them alone!"
Visa - Yesterday at 1:51 PM
Joseph chuckled, kneeling down and gently caressing Ring's cheek. "Oh Ring...I don't want to hurt anyone...I just want to love you." He stated, reaching down and suddenly yanking the necklace away. He looked at it, whistling as he turned it over. "Quite a set of jewelry you have, Ring! Maybe I can customize your collar to be this pretty!" He remarked, setting it on his tool table. He knelt down again, gently kissing Ring's forehead before his hand went down to caress the leg he had been taking a beating. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, my beautiful Ring....I'll let that heal."
Solynx - Yesterday at 1:59 PM
"Hey--!" Ring lunged after the necklace, but with the foot still holding him down, he couldn't reach them. He was like a child trying to grab a cookie jar. Anxiety turned his stomach. This wasn't good. He wore those because he had to protect them - it could be catastrophic in the wrong hands. He made another failed lunge and hissed, "Give that back! It's not jewelry, it's an artifact, and it's not for fucking dressing up!"
And yet, Joseph still set them aside. Ring snarled and bared his demonic teeth. If nothing else, he could try and intimidate Joseph out of this. Bit by bit, his devilish features cropped up. Though to Joseph nuzzling his leg, he had nothing but disgust. He raised his foot and kicked Joseph in the face, snapping, "This isn't love, you fucking freak."
Visa - Yesterday at 2:08 PM
Joseph reeled back from the kick, and felt blood trickle from his nose. For a moment, he sat there, letting the blood drip onto the floor, before a rather crazed laugh escaped him. "Damn, ok! Ring, we're playing rough, huh?" He stated, pulling his hands away from his face. He looked absolutely insane, with a crazed expression and a face splitting grin. He stood, wiping his nose on his sleeve and grabbing a cattle brander. He set it in the charcoal fire he had going on (it was mostly for the heat, it got cold in here after all!), before turning to look at Ring. "And what would you know about that?" his tone dropped almost immediately, monotone and lifeless as he stared down at the being.
"Sleeping with everyone...everything that is deemed attractive by you....ah...but right....your husband...you love him right?" He stated, rolling up his sleeves and loosening his collar. He grabbed the cattle brander after a while, walking over to Ring and pointing it at his face. "Did you know that's a sin? Lying with others instead of lying with your husband? You're not very faithful are you?"
Solynx - Yesterday at 2:23 PM
Despite the kick freeing him of Joseph for the moment, Ring had a feeling his actions were about to bite him. The laugh Joseph let out made his blood run cold. It was the same sort of sadistic laugh he did when his victims had life to them. He shrunk back, only to press up against a wall. There wasn't anywhere else to move. He started to glance at the sides, wondering how easily it'd be to run. He could protect Mary and Ryder from Joseph. He just had to get out of here first.
He'd sort of tuned Joseph out when he'd walked away. His words were just there to rattle him more. The mention of his husband made his attention immediately snap right back onto Joseph. "Of course I love him, he's--" He cut himself off as the cattle brander was put in his face. He turned his head away as best as he could for where he was. He could take the pain if he had to, but that didn't mean he wanted to. His shaking started again. He didn't want that on him.
His eyes stayed on the glowing point as he said in slow reply, "He does it too. It's an agreement we have if we're not in the same life. We don't have sins back home... Just laws, but that isn't one of them."
Visa - Yesterday at 2:36 PM
Joseph chuckled, letting his cattle brander graze against the other's cheek. "So you're both in sin? You both fuck others despite "loving" each other? What if he fell in love with someone else, hm? Don't you feel guilty fucking all these people when you know your husband is doing the same?" He then snapped his fingers, as if in realization. "Oh oh! Unless! Unless you get off on that thought?" He reeled the cattle brander back, setting it in the coals again before looking at Ring again. "You probably imagine it being him...right? That's why you don't want to love anyone else? That's pretty cruel, you know?" He stated, grabbing the nail gun, a favored weapon of choice at this point, waving it around. "Do you know how people normally are? They fall in love SO easily! Think of Fia, FD.....me...we all love you so much!"
He glanced at the nail gun, running a finger over it lovingly. "Of course....after a lot of consideration...I should hate you too. You kept me to yourself for so long...you know, you had a chance of saving me!" He stated, then sitting next to Ring. "You had your chance....but oh the thought. You loved caring for someone who was so helpless didn't you? Loved the idea of people praising you for being the kindhearted soul to care for someone who was also in need!" His grin faded, eyes seeming to dull even more. "....despite being there with you and Fia. I felt alone. Hiko was such good company....for a while. But I was truly alone." He looked at Ring, then tapping the nail gun on his chest. "Hearing you and Fia...being all lovey dovey....truly made me sick."
Solynx - Yesterday at 2:56 PM
Ring winced away from the brander, but his face was already against the wall. There wasn't anywhere for his face to go, though. He took a hissing breath as it burned at the edges of his skin, causing it to turn red and welt. It didn't hurt as bad as the knots in his stomach, though.
Part way through Joseph's speech, though, Ring glared and cut him off. "And what would you fucking know about what we've been through or our lives?! We fall in love with others. We have flings. So fucking what?! We still love each other, and the only thing we have is each other! We've been like this for billions of lives, Joseph. You're not going to convince me we're anything but meant for each other when I have literal eons of memories telling me we are."
He then suddenly cut himself off and gritted his teeth. Joseph didn't need to know about him and his husband, or the intricacies of their relationship. He didn't care. He was just looking for things to bother Ring with. And sure, Ring had his doubts and thoughts, but at the end of the day, they truly were in love with each other. He reminded himself that, then went to look at Joseph. He was going off about... something. Ring's actions while taking care of him. He'd messed up pretty badly with that. He knew that. He accepted it and forgave himself and was trying to right things. Joseph was the one being resistant.
"And why is that my problem?" He asked at the mention of him and Fia. His eyes fluttered down to the nail gun. He didn't like that. "I didn't try to make you alone, Joseph. I had people over constantly because I knew it'd be bad if you were alone. The only person I hesitated on was Flint, and that was really only until you promised me you'd want to go back to God. Everything I've done has been to help you."
Visa - Yesterday at 3:09 PM
"Really?" the nail gently prodded at Ring's chest, eyes seeming to cloud over as he then moved up, shuffling over to straddle Ring's legs. Though as soon as he was over them, he put his weight on them. "Sure, you had plenty of people over! And I surly enjoyed it...but Ring, what difference does it make to a man that loved to see the smiles of those he loved?" For a moment, his eyes softened, the nail gun being set back in its place. He grabbed an open mouth gag, gently putting it on Ring's neck to hang around loosely. "I couldn't even see my own brother, who you so lovingly put in a mental ward...though honestly, maybe he should've stayed there, hm?"
He grabbed Ring's face, staring blankly into his eyes. "the only time i truly felt something was when you gave me back my sight....made me feel needed....I didn't care that you only wanted sex or just someone to be a reassuring shoulder to cry on....I wanted to be close to you." He pressed a kiss against Ring's forehead, then grabbing a knife that he had close by. "But after everything...after you so cruelly rejected the gift I had for you....suddenly I'm not so sure about how I feel about you anymore."
Solynx - Yesterday at 3:26 PM
The one thing that had been reassuring Ring about this whole situation was that he was still free. He could still bolt if things ever got too intense. It would be hard, but he wasn't restrained. So Joseph sat on his lap, pinning him where he was, and his eyes grew wide. "Joseph, don't--" he started to say, but cut himself off with a flinch when Joseph moved. It was just putting the nail gun away and grabbing what looked like a gag. Ring tried to shrink and squirm away from it, but he couldn't get far. He was seized and the gag put on. For now, it hung around his neck, but it didn't feel good to have it there.
He went quiet, his head hanging low while Joseph talked. He didn't mean to put Ryder in a mental ward. He had been angry and saying stupid things he didn't mean. He took it all back a mere hour later. Never could he have imagined that Ryder would try and kill himself, though he found it naive he didn't consider it. He chewed on his lip. For once, the sight of a knife didn't excite him.
"Joseph," he whispered after a moment, "I'm sorry. For what I did to you and how I made you feel. You're right, I should've healed you as soon as I could, not waited a week for me to start feeling bad. I was greedy and selfish and mean to you, and it's hurt you badly. But I'm trying to make up for what I did. Even if I'm rejecting your gift, I still care about you. I want to see you happy and able to live a normal life. And..." He broke off with a sigh. He was rambling out of fear. "I do want you around. The gesture was nice! Just, you're only doing it because you're suffering. And it hurts to see you like this."
Visa - Yesterday at 3:38 PM
The light in Joseph's eyes seemed to return, and for a moment, the priest looked....peaceful. The fear in the other's eyes was truly charming though. The priest licked his lips, leaning down to claim the other's lips before putting the mouth gag on Ring. "It shouldn't." he said simply, then setting the knife on Ring's tongue. The tip pricked at Ring's tongue, and Joseph fought the urge to just run that knife down. After all, God wouldn't let him die, right? "You shouldn't feel a damn thing for someone like me. Your sweet lies are just...so addicting, you know? How badly I want to listen to them." he stated, letting the knife ease in farther, easing it in and out.
"you know, i want to feel guilty for scaring you like this...I truly do..." he sighed, letting his free hand grab the nail gun again. "But then I remember Michael....remember those lies he told me as well...how he loved me...how he would protect me. How he would make me feel...safe..." He frowned, letting the knife ease out and looking at it thoughtfully. "....you know I know you said you love knives, but you don't seem very excited! Would it be better if I just use this on myself instead?" A sly grin as he stared at Ring. "After all, God won't let me die....why not make things interesting, huh?"
Solynx - Yesterday at 3:47 PM
The mouth gag went on, and horror settled in Ring's mind instead of words. He tried to say a thing or two at first, but with nothing coherent. He fell silent. Joseph called him out on his lies, too. He hadn't meant much of what he said. He did feel bad and wanted to see Joseph not so crazy, but above all else, he wanted to be out of here and far away from him. He'd suggested it to Gabriel, but now Ring was sure - Joseph was far, far beyond saving. Michael's corruption and Ring's misuse had tainted him too much.
While the knife teasing his mouth would normally excite him, this wasn't a situation where he was feeling too sexual. His tongue flattened and tried to slink away from the blade, but there wasn't anywhere to go. His squirming caused his tongue to slide against the knife and cut open. He whimpered at the pain. Blood began to leak into his mouth moments after.
He didn't answer Joseph. He couldn't and didn't want to. He just kept his head slightly hung and his tongue curled up in pain. He'd seen Joseph grab the nail gun, and like before, his wings folded in. He didn't want to be impaled. Joseph was talking about harming himself, though. That was good. That was a distraction. Maybe he could get a moment to bolt if he hurt himself too badly.
Visa - Yesterday at 3:57 PM
Joseph frowned, tsking a bit and setting the knife to the side and grabbing the other's hair, pulling it up and taking the mouth gag off. He squished Ring's cheeks a bit, staring at him a bit, before pulling away entirely. "You don't really care. The look on your face proves that. You only cared for me because you thought of yourself...thought of your own sadness and terror being alive for so long." He frowned, staring at his hands again. "Don't you know it's bad to imprint on people? To sympathize with someone that is going through what you are? Because you never know who you're fucking with."
He squeezed his fists together tight, then letting them fall to his sides. "God doesn't care, Ring. Not yours, not mine....they don't care if we suffer. I learned that the day I saved Mary." He sighed, then glancing at the cattle brander again. "....when she was torn out of her mother, I knew right then and there that humanity wasn't worth saving. Wasn't worth anything....sure, I listened to Michael, became a priest. But that was merely for curiosity sake. Even with the words I speak to the people....I know that there's nothing we can do to be forgiven...."
Solynx - Yesterday at 5:05 PM
The mouth gag came off moments after. Ring probably wasn't making it entertaining enough to keep on. Even still with it off, he didn't speak. He just let his mouth close. Joseph was right in everything he was saying - that Ring cared so much because he didn't want anyone else to suffer what he had. That wasn't a bad thing, though. It was truly something terrible to bear, and Joseph hadn't even committed a slight against the gods. Ring deserved it, he'd tampered with time. His husband deserved it, he stole knowledge from the gods. But Joseph was lead astray and just going insane.
He glanced up when Joseph carried on, now talking about religion. Ring chewed on the thought for a moment, then said, "The gods do care. Maybe your's is a dick, but I've seen mine, and talked to them, and studied them. They love us and want us to be happy. Even the cruelest of gods watch over us. They don't care what we do, as long as it's our best life."
Visa - Yesterday at 5:16 PM
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He said coldly, looking at Ring again. His stature kept changing, from a confident and rather cocky individual, to a now tired looking and sad one. "You know as well as I do that even if I go back to having god in my life, nothing will save me. I've already sinned....a lot....capturing my brother....thinking of killing Mary....being with you..." He trailed off, then grimacing as he walked over to Ring and lifting his head to look at him. "You....I trusted you. I loved you, but you where planning to abandon me, weren't you? You where going to leave and tell everyone to be wary of me." he gripped his hair.
"You said things would be fine. Said that we'd all be happy...so why...why don't I feel that!? Even before kidnapping Ryder I felt that..."
Solynx - Yesterday at 5:32 PM
"Joseph... no. I was never going to abandon you." Despite the grip on Ring's hair making him wince, he gave Joseph a steady look in the eyes. "I was just panicking because of what we did. I feel bad for it. You're so in love with me... I don't want to take advantage of that." That much, at least, was true. He didn't want Joseph to become a guilty pleasure for him. This is a man's life. It didn't matter if they wouldn't remember it in the next one - he had no right to take advantage of people. If anything, his husband always wanted him to remember that. Normal people had every right to be happy as he did.
"You can be happy and fine. Even if God won't take you, you can still live a life. Screw Heaven. But you're broken right now, Joe. You're hurting people you love. That's gonna make you feel like shit." Slowly, Ring took his hands and began to try and push himself up to standing, saying carefully, "It doesn't have to be like this. You can let me go and let me leave."
Visa - Yesterday at 6:12 PM
Joseph looked almost convinced by Ring, eyes filling with tears as he bit his lip. Though, hearing his pleading for leaving, he closed his eyes, shaking his head like he was shaking off a though. He suddenly reeled his hand back, punching Ring square in the stomach. He stepped back, then looking at the tools he had before his eyes landed on the necklace Ring had. ".....you said you needed to protect these, right?" he stated, then putting them in his pocket. "You're going to have to try harder than that to get these back and leave....I swear, you almost had me."
His hands landed on a hammer, as he walked over to Ring again and gripped the hammer. "No matter what....no matter what, you still want to leave. I know the moment you leave, that you're going to say something bad to the others. And I can't have that." He lifted the others chin with the hammer. "I used to adore you, honestly. But now that I'm more aware of your lies.....I just want to beat that pretty little face in."
Solynx - Yesterday at 6:24 PM
The punch to his stomach made Ring choke and stumble back down onto the ground. He already felt sick with worry, and now pain was added on top of that. Joseph had looked so convinced, too. For all the man was doing, he seemed to just want an explanation and some guidance. He was lost and confused and hurt. Or maybe Ring was still seeing himself, and he wanted someone to relate to.
He looked up when Joseph spoke again, just in time to watch the magical necklace be shoved into Joseph's pocket. He grimaced. It was really looking like he would have to knock out and actually abandon Joseph if he wanted to get out of this. He was still catching himself and thinking of what he could do when Joseph forced his head up. Ring stared back with nothing but fear.
"I'm not going to say anything," he croaked. "I promise. You know where I live, you know my secrets, you could ruin me if I spoke up. And I'm not lying... I really do love-- Ah--" He shrunk further away. "C-care about you. I care about you a lot."
Visa - Yesterday at 6:31 PM
That slip....for a moment, the lost look reappeared on his face, the soft expression forming on his face as he walked over. He set the necklace high on the counter now, and knelt again, taking Ring's face in his hands. "Love. I want you to say it. I want you to say you love me." he stated, thumbs gently massaging Ring's lips. He wanted to hear it...so bad. That he was loved....something that made him truly feel.....like himself. "If you want to leave, I want you to say that. I love you Joseph." his eyes grew dark again, as he took a hand off Ring's face to grab the hammer by his side. "Even if its with my cock rammed down that mouth of yours. I want to hear it." he truly looked crazed now, staring down at Ring expectantly.
"Because I love you. And I want to hear that you love me. I don't care if you're with so many people...just tell me you love me!"
Solynx - Yesterday at 7:24 PM
Ring slid further down the wall as Joseph's cold demeanour broke and he was grabbed. "No-- no, I didn't mean to say that. I'm not supposed to..." He grew quiet when Joseph started to rub his face. He was taking the bait. Ring's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to Joseph's request. This was a dangerous game he was playing. He did feel bad about tricking him like this, but more urgently, he wanted out of here. He wanted to run away. He was willing to do anything to get Joseph to soften and slip his guard, even if it meant messing with his heart.
"Joe, I-I can't. I'm not supposed to. Gabriel said we can't be together." His words were soft and breathless, laced with pain. He couldn't look Joseph in the eye as guilt rolled over his posture. "And Fia, I can't hurt her. She's so depressed, and... And you are too..." He bit his lip. Joseph was inevitably getting impatient. "And-- and I do. I love you, Joseph." His body shuddered as tears started to sprout in his eyes. "I love you so much... I didn't fix your eyes at first because I didn't want you to leave... And I love you, and I wanted to pretend like we could be together." He took in a shaking breath and started to cry. "But then Fia fucking trapped me and forced me to date her. I tried to say no and she wouldn't let me. And now I'm stuck with that and not you and I love you, Joseph."
Visa - Yesterday at 7:37 PM
The priests eyes softened more, a gentle kiss placing itself on the other's forehead and cheeks. "Shhh....there there.....Fia is lost...just like me..." He muttered, then claiming Ring's lips for a moment before pulling away. He looked a lot calmer now, yet that calmness was still laced with insanity. The smile on his lips looked just....cracked. Like it wasn't real. "I love you so much, Ring...so so much." he laughed, hands reaching up to clench around Ring's neck. "So so much...that I want to claim you. I want you to be mine....and no one else's." He stated, taking the leash off the wall and shoving Ring to the ground while still clenching onto his neck. He wasn't choking him per say, but was putting enough pressure to get the other to struggle.
"sometimes I don't know what to do with the things I love....it's become...so confusing, you know?" He stared blankly at Ring, now sitting on Ring's legs as the pressure started to build. "I wasn't going to kill Ryder...far from that. I love Ryder...he's my cute little brother after all...."
Solynx - Yesterday at 7:49 PM
Ring had leaned into the kiss with desperation, only for Joseph to pull back as soon as he started it. Ring was left leaning forward with his eyes flicking over Joseph's face. It was hard to read what Joseph was going to do. He didn't seem to know himself. Ring started to raise a hand to grasp Joseph's arm, but it dropped and came to his own neck as he was seized. He could still breathe, but in an instant, Joseph could clench down and start making him choke. He didn't want to go unconscious. He didn't want to imagine what Joseph would do to him while he was out.
He didn't resist the shove onto the ground. The concrete hurt on impact with his skull and he let out a soft grunt of pain, but didn't let his focus leave Joseph. He had to figure out what Joseph was going to do. He could start hitting and hurting him at any moment, deciding he had enough of Ring's words. But thankfully, he seemed to just keep wanting to talk for now.
Bringing up Ryder made him pause and think back to himself. The look in Joseph's eyes when he talked about Ryder was uncomfortably familiar. "Are you... attracted to Ryder? Not that I can judge," he said, judging. "I was the same with my brother. I couldn't help myself around him. He was too cute and emotional..."
Visa - Yesterday at 8:01 PM
Joseph's emotionless gaze didn't break, but he did look away from Ring's gaze on him. The pressure he had on his neck ceased a bit, but Joseph's knee pressed hard against Ring's thigh before he grabbed the cattle brander. "How would this feel on your tongue, I wonder." he stated, not answering Ring's question as his thumb pressed against his throat. "How dare you think I would think that way about him? He's nothing but a trouble maker....I merely want to see him pure again. Like when he was younger."
Though the pause in his stature and unsure nature was fairly obvious, indicating that he was lying. Yes it was true, Ryder was something of a taboo thought of his. How innocent he was before that bitch corrupted him. "I want him to be....I want him to listen to me again...like he used to do."
Solynx - Yesterday at 8:10 PM
Ring's mouth clamped shut when Joseph grabbed the brander and he struggled a bit, but couldn't move far with how he was being held down. It just hurt to try and move. More tears sprung up in his eyes, but genuine ones this time. He didn't want that thing in his mouth. He didn't want to be here. His magic was taken from him and Joseph had a plethora of weapons while the most Ring had were his claws. He couldn't even fly well with his wings still injured.
"I'm sorry," he finally whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just thought-- You know, maybe it was something we had in common. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything." Despite the pain that came with it, he tried to move again, trying to get away from the cattle poker. Joseph's knee was only digging harder into him. "I won't say anything else."
Visa - Yesterday at 8:18 PM
"Oh you will, trust me." he stated, chuckling as Ring tried to squirm away. "Open your mouth. I know you said you always like sucking dick, right? Think of this like a hot dick then." he hummed, putting the cattle brander closer to his lips. "Open your fucking mouth." he demanded, letting go of his hold on Ring and putting another knee on Ring's other thigh as he reached for the nail gun again. He let the nail run down Ring's body, then stop directly above his dick as he still pointed the cattle brander at his mouth.
"Which one? Your choice, Ring."
Solynx - Yesterday at 8:25 PM
Once again, Ring had shut his mouth, intended to just listen to whatever Joseph had to say about his obsession with Ryder. Instead, he found the cattle brander put close to his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating off of it, making the burn on his cheek hurt even more. His lip quivered at Joseph's demand to open his mouth. He did not want that in his mouth. He certainly didn't want to suck on it. His jaw clenched tighter shut.
Then the nail gun was brought down his chest and to his groin. He let out another whimper. He didn't want that, either. It'd probably hurt less, but if he went with the nail gun, he'd scream and Joseph would just put the poker in his mouth anyway. He looked into Joseph's eyes, trying to make sense of what he saw through his tears. He couldn't stop shaking. His blood was racing through him, his heart hurting from the anxiety. Slowly, reluctantly, he released his jaw and parted his lips so the poker could be shoved in.
Visa - Yesterday at 8:32 PM
"Good boy." He chuckled, sliding the hot poker in the others mouth as he started moving it up and down. The priest looked like he was enjoying it himself, seeing Ring's tearful gaze up at him. He could see the inside of Ring's mouth, the red hot iron lighting up the inside of Ring's mouth. "Good boy....good boy...." he seemed to be saying this more to empty air than anything, getting more excited as he started thrusting the brander more fervently.
Joseph's eyes seemed to light up with malice as he then moved the cattle brander out of Ring's mouth, lifting him up by the throat and pinning him to the barn doors. "Do you know how badly I want to fuck you, right now? Huh?" he hummed, letting his nail gun then brush against Ring's wings.
Solynx - Yesterday at 8:55 PM
The poker touched Ring's mouth, and he gagged and tried to jerk away. The burn was immediate and painful. The rest of his mouth was heating up from the warmth that radiated off of the poker. That one small touch hurt, yet Joseph shoved it deeper into his mouth and against his tongue. A scream ripped out of his throat and he thrashed from it. He couldn't even pretend to entertain the idea of sucking it off. His mouth was being set aflame. Blood and char overwhelmed what was left of his taste buds, and his eyes squeezed shut as he choked and cried harder. He thought it might cool after a minute, but it didn't. It just kept burning and tearing him apart. He only screamed louder as Joseph thrusted it through him, searing every bit of his mouth. What saliva he had drooled out from the side of his mouth as his body tried to fight the brander, but it was to no avail. His vision grew spots from pain.
Then, it stopped. His mouth was still in hideous pain, but the poker was pulled out. Layers of flesh from the inside of his mouth and his lips clung to it. He didn't notice. He was still crying and screaming out of agony. He hadn't imagined his comment would've pissed Joseph off this bad. He was trying to relate to him and get him to calm down. He definitely wasn't talking now, though.
It was all too easy to grab him and shove him against the barn wall. He was shaking and weak from the brander. He was having a hard time seeing. He didn't have it in him to resist much. Yet, when Joseph spoke, Ring furiously shook his head. "Dohn! Pleah...!" he cried out as best as he could through his ruined mouth. His words were airy and unclear. "Ah sah-eh!" He hiccuped for a breath and tried to push Joseph away, his wings tucking behind him quickly. "Dohn!"
Visa - Yesterday at 9:06 PM
Joseph growled, undoing Ring's pants and shoving them down, running the nail gun slowly up the others thigh. "Aw~ stop? Don't? C'mon now, Ring!" He chuckled, then biting down hard on Ring's shoulder. The man still held Ring by the throat, unbuttoning his own pants before sighing in annoyance. "Just a sec." He stated, then forcing Ring's wing and hand up. Without a thought, he nailed them both on the barn door, kissing his cheek before roughly shoving himself inside Ring.
Solynx - Yesterday at 9:25 PM
Ring continued to beg incoherently as Joseph started to grab at his pants. He even tried to reach a hand down and smack him away, but he didn't have the strength to. His claws grazed Joseph's skin and his hand slapped uselessly. When his underwear came down though, he truly started to panic.
"No-- No!" he screamed. He couldn't cast spells with his mouth ruined, but he wasn't going to roll over. Even with a hand around his throat, Ring lashed out, trying to knee and kick at Joseph. Adrenaline powered him up and gave him a strange moment of clarity. He didn't want this. He raised his free hand and jabbed his claws forward, trying to puncture Joseph and get him off. They tore into the side of Joseph's face and into his right eye, and Ring ripped down, shredding skin and the eye open.
For his efforts, Joseph had grabbed his hand and one of his wings and slammed them against the barn door. Ring didn't stop screaming. His throat would go raw if he didn't, but he couldn't care less. A nail jammed through his hand and wing and blood welled up around the edges of the wound. Ring only screamed louder. The pain of it shot through his bones and right into his brain. Screw his throat, then. Ring tried lashing out with his other hand, once again getting Joseph in the face but this time missing the eye. As he did, he screeched out another, "No!"
It meant nothing. Joseph was still able to grab him and spread his legs. He was still able to push into Ring, tearing up his ass and causing his body to shake with his howl of pain. It hurt somehow worse than everything else, and he choked on his own blood and spit and fear.
Visa - Yesterday at 10:52 PM
Joseph grimaced at the wound his eye and face had gotten, groaning at how tight Ring was. God, this felt good....even with Ring screaming in pain as he started to move. His hand tightened on Ring's throat as he pounded into the screaming man, panting harshly as his body started to ignore the pain on his eye and focused on his pleasure. He bit into Ring, feeling his stomach burn as he started to roughly jerk off the other man.
"Ring....Ring...god I fucking love you...!" He moaned, only able to let one eye settle on the crying man.
Solynx - Yesterday at 11:20 PM
The hand that grasped Ring's throat managed to silence his screams as it crushed him. He grabbed at it as he wheezed for air, trying to pull it off. Just enough to breathe. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be here. His legs flailed uselessly, trying to kick Joseph off. Joseph fucked him harder in response, ripping him open more and drawing further blood. His legs went still from the pain and force of it all. Ring was tensed from fear and agony, but the blood slicked Joseph's cock the more he went and made it easier to violate him.
Ring managed to finally wedge a finger between his throat and Joseph's hand, giving him just enough space to suck in a deep breath. He didn't scream again, though. He just cried from his chest. Tears and blood wouldn't stop dripping from his face and making a mess on Joseph.
He whispered something between his wailing. It was hard to speak when all he wanted to do was curl up and bawl. He took in another unsteady breath, and sobbed out, "Why? Why? Sah-hah!" He sputtered on his next breath as Ring was continually rammed against the wall, one particular one making him hit his head. The finger he had letting him breathe jerked and sliced into his neck. Blood soon began to drool out of the cut. He went back to crying and nonsensical begging for Joseph to stop.
It hurt. It hurt so bad. His mind was spinning and it was getting harder to fight Joseph. He could barely keep himself from sliding down, mostly anchored by his pinned wing and hand. The more he was fucked, the more he went limp as his body and mind were shredded. He almost even fell quiet of his words, until Joseph grabbed at Ring's cock and began to pleasure him. Ring was ignited with new life and tried moving his foot to kick Joseph away, but the most he did was loosely rub his foot against Joseph's leg. He didn't want this. He didn't like this. He felt disgusted and betrayed and his cock hardened under the incessant stroking anyway. Ring felt that, and his body heaved and vomited over Joseph's shoulder.
Visa - Yesterday at 11:38 PM
Joseph let out a rather evil cackle, patting the male as he threw up over his shoulder. "Can't handle it, huh?" He panted, grabbing the cattle brander and ramming it down on Ring's leg, licking his lips a the meat on the leg seemed to melt away . Keeping it there for a bit, he let a hole sear into the other man , pulling it away to reveal a rather nasty looking hole. He was close, real fucking close. Pinning the other against the barn door again, he forced a kiss, running his tongue over Ring's teeth as he felt his orgasm burn. He wanted to claim him, and the way to do that was to cum in him. At least that's what he wanted to do, until everything faded to black.
Ryder had been waiting for Ring for a while now, still shaking as he sat in his car. Something was wrong, this was too long. Too long to wait for Ring to come back out. Grimacing, he got out of his car, having to get past the dog that had insisted he stay. Hearing Ring's screams of pain, his eyes widened, running over to the barn and seeing....oh god. The sight of Ring being violated by his brother was enough to shock the young man into freezing, but not long as he quietly made his way to the other side of the barn to come in. Ryder had grabbed a bat, using the other door to come in. He raised the bat, then swinging it over Joseph's head. The man tumbled back, staring at Ryder in shock before falling to the ground. Ryder in his fit of rage and tears proceeded to bash the man's skull in, shivering after the fact and dropping the bat. He looked at Ring, eyes wide as he rushed to grab some nail removers from the tools. "H-Hold on, Ring! I gotcha!"
Solynx - Today at 12:05 AM
Vomiting was the final straw for Ring. His head fell onto Joseph's shoulder and he stopped resisting. This is what was happening. He was being pinned against a wall by Joseph and raped. Joseph was truly well and crazy, completely unsalvageable, and he'd decided to take it out on Ring. He was now Michael, but this time, there was no angel to save him. It was just his fate until he ended up dying by Joseph's supposedly loving hands. The way he went limp probably seemed like acceptance or enjoyment to Joseph, though anyone else would see a broken and beaten man.
He stopped begging and pleading, the only sounds out of him now being his weeping. The brander was grabbed and stabbed into him. It hurt and he screamed again, but he didn't thrash. He jerked a bit, but didn't do anything further. It melted away his skin and dug in deep. The heat and pain spread through his thigh, but soon became noise in the torrent of other trauma. His head was rolled back suddenly and he was forced to look into Joseph's eyes. They were filled with lust and dominance. Ring sniveled in response and sat there as Joseph pressed their lips together. Ring couldn't kiss back if he wanted. He was tired and every part of his face hurt from contorting. He just let it happen and waited for Joseph to cum.
Instead, everything stopped. Joseph suddenly fell back and stopped holding Ring. Ring fell to the ground on his knees. The webbing of his wings ripped open from the strain of the nail and snapped away, leaving just his hand pinned. His wing drooped around him. Blood gushed out onto him and the floor. He barely even noticed. All he did was sink further, letting his arm stretch as it tried to support his entire weight.
He looked up a bit, wondering if Joseph was about to take his mouth. Joseph's brains were on the ground. That was weird. He let his head roll back. He couldn't support it well. But the angle change allowed him to notice Ryder running around. He'd told Ryder to run. The man was a fool for staying around - he could've been caught again. Still, he was here, so Ring raised his free hand and slapped it in the direction of the workbench.
"Neh-leh," he slurred out. "Hewahs..." He made a grabbing hand motion. He needed that necklace. If he wanted to live, he needed its power. He just hoped Ryder would notice the out of place item.
Visa - Today at 12:18 AM
Ryder blinked then noticed where the other was grabbing near. The necklace. He remembered that always stayed with Ring. "Necklace." he stated, nodding then running to grab it. Carefully, he put it in Ring's free hand, meanwhile pulling the nail out of Ring's hand. He grimaced at the sight of the other, then grabbing his own jacket and putting it around the other's shoulders. "It's gonna be ok..." he muttered, noting Joseph's corpse starting to reform. Grimacing, he gently scooped up Ring, his own side hurting from the kicks that Joseph had given him. He ignored them though, grabbing the keys to Ring's car and turning it on.
He felt horrible, driving out of their childhood home and driving.....anywhere really. He didn't know where to go and honestly, he was so scared. But Ring was the most important person to deal with right now. Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, calling someone and waiting. "Come on, Angela....don't be a bitch right now..." he muttered, cursing and rummaging in his own pocket for a wallet.
Solynx - Today at 12:41 AM
Ring took the necklace in his hand and pulled it close to his chest. He would have sighed in relief if he wasn't still wheezing and crying from everything that happened. The thought of them being anywhere but with him was terrifying. He at least knew the power and importance they had and could respect it. More than one person came to mind who would love to abuse it, though. With a shaking hand, he put it back around his neck. It felt safe there.
He looked up at Joseph whose cracked skull was starting to reform. Ryder pulled the nail out of Ring's other hand, and Ring slumped forward. He landed next to Joseph. He reached a hand out and slapped it onto Joseph's thigh. The blue stone on the necklace glowed for a few moments, then stopped. Ring didn't have enough energy for high magic. But still, he wanted to give Joseph a parting gift - a sample of Ring's eternal life, 1% of his collective of memories. Joseph would awaken to 63,905,271 lifetimes in his head, all plucked at random from Ring's mind. He could have fun with a taste of forever. Maybe he'd start changing his mind. Or have an identity crisis, since all of those were of Ring's life and would drown out Joseph's self.
He dragged his hand away and let himself rest on the ground. He couldn't and didn't want to move much. He didn't fight Ryder when he was picked up, but he was no better than 155 lbs of dead weight. As he was brought to his car, he mumbled out, "Home... Fia," in a breathy voice. He just wanted to lay in his bed in her arms. He didn't want to go to a hospital. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want people fussing over him. He wanted to lay still and be comfortable and safe.
He was put in the back seat of his car, and would have frowned if he could've. He didn't want to bleed all over his car. It was annoying to clean out of cloth. That's why he didn't carpet his basement at all. At the very least, the blood loss made it impossible to hold a boner. His pants were still at his knees, but he didn't have to carry that particular shame anymore. He stared at the backs of the front seats while Ryder did something. It was hard to make out what. He was still crying and making a lot of noise. His own screaming echoed in his head.
Visa - Today at 12:50 AM
Ryder nodded, then moving his hand to grab his phone again. "What's her number?" He asked, finding his wallet and searching through to find some money. Thank god at least he didn't take any of the photos in here. As he waited for a response, he started driving over to the house, putting his wallet in his mouth and grabbing what looked like a rosary and putting it over Ring's neck when a stop was made. "I know you don't want to see anything pertaining to god right now, but trust me, that'll help you." he muttered, not looking directly at Ring as he continued to drive.
Though a certain thing would tickle Ring's nose a bit, followed by a gentle hand on his head. "You look worse for wear. I'm sorry this happened to you." A voice came, smooth as silk. Gabriel was in the other seat, looking sympathetic as his eyes then drifted to Ryder. "He can't hear me. But I wanted to tell you this.....what Joseph did was an atrocity. Something that was worth sending him straight to hell for." The angel frowned, then plucking a feather out of his own wing. "I know its not much...but consider yourself under our protection until we get Michael and Joseph under control."
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An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.
↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader
Part 4/?
Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 5
content warning. age gap, mention of sex, mild breeding kink if you squint, afab reader, profanity, slight angst, unrequited love, nobara being a supportive friend, mentions of domestic toji
This is part four of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**
1.5k words
What can I say, I live to please. Besides..."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet."
4:03 am is what the clock read by the time you had settled into your bed for some much needed, actual sleep.
Toji had thoroughly fucked you over nearly every surface in your house that night, leaving no part of you untouched. By the third round, you had nearly lost all feeling in your legs and angry bruises were spotting the surface of your neck, thighs, and hips, the occasional hickey littering your chest. That didn't seem to stop the two of you from going another two rounds after that.
What surprised you even more than his stamina, was the fact that he lay beside you in your bed, arm lazily draped over you as he slept silently. In all honesty, you had expected him to leave the moment he was done with you, recalling him saying at some point that this was just him throwing you a line, a simple no-feelings-attached fling to get your mind off the mistake you'd made the night before. For the most part, it worked, but some part of you felt disgusted with yourself for what transpired.
When you woke up in the morning, Toji was gone. He had the courtesy to at least plug your phone in and place it on your bedside table, as well as lock your front door. How did he do that?
Not seeing your phone for more than twenty-four hours meant you had a lot of messages and calls to catch up with, your chest squeezing slightly seeing that the most recent one had been a missed call and text at 2:47 am. It was from Megumi. By that point in the night, you were sure Toji had you bent over the railing on your balcony, but it was all hazy by this point. That same part of you that felt guilty for what, or rather who, you'd been doing all night is the part of you that texted Nobara first.
Incoming call... "Nobara Kugisaki"
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BITCH?!" Nobara screeched into the line, causing you to hold the phone at an arms length away as she hurled several choice insults at you.
"We thought you were dead, no one's been in contact with you since you and Megumi left the bar," She chastised once she managed to calm down.
"I know, I'm sorry. Some shit happened and... promise to keep a secret?" You whispered into the line, as if someone might be listening.
You trusted Nobara with your life, Yuuji too but that boy couldn't keep his mouth shut if his life depended on it. So you entrusted your drunken mistake with your mutual best friend to her, and her only.
"I was wondering when he was gonna make a move," She sounded so nonchalant, as if everyone but you had expected this. "He's had a thing for you ever since our last year of high school. You didn’t know?"
Her words made your stomach churn. Megumi had been secretly pining for years, and you went and fucked his dad.
"That still doesn't explain where you've been since you got home, did you go into a coma?"
"I was... busy."
Nobara gasped, your name falling from her lips in shock. "No shit. Rebound, who was it?"
You both loved and loathed that she could see through you so easily. You two couldn't keep anything from each other. How could you tell her this without making it sound as bad as it actually was?
"He brought my phone over, and I was just in a really bad place emotionally..."
The line was silent.
"It was his dad. It was Toji."
Unsurprisingly to you, Nobara was more intrigued than disgusted, considering anyone and everyone that went to the Fushiguro household thirsted for Megumi's hot, ripped dad. Although she had a lack of interest in men, she asked the obligatory spill the beans, what was it like? It took nearly ten minutes of just you talking to explain everything that happened, in as little detail as possible.
"So that man banged you on every piece of furniture you own and turned you into his personal cum-stuffed twinkie?" Don't make it sound so crude.
"More or less, yeah."
"I don't see whats wrong with that. Just don't let Megumi know, he already hates his dad."
You hadn't planned on it.
Nobara and you caught up for another minute or two while you got changed, hanging up when she had to leave for her extra curricular classes. Now left with your thoughts, you sighed, wandering into your kitchen aimlessly. You cursed every couple steps because holy shit your legs hurt.
Deciding it was too straining to stand, you sat at your kitchen island, your head in one hand as the other held your phone, your conversation with Megumi opened.
[10:20pm]Gumi: I'm sorry.
[10:22pm]Gumi: There were better times to tell you how I feel, this is my fault.
[11:09pm]Gumi: You're the most important person in my life. Just know that no matter how you feel, I'll always be here.
[2:47am Missed call]
[2:47am]Gumi: I'll give you your space. Take care of yourself, please.
Shaky fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, nausea building up in your gut. You were about to put your phone down, leave it for later, before the three dots popped up, letting you know he was typing. He must've seen your read receipts.
[. . .]
[9:56am]Gumi: Thank god you're safe
[9:57am]Gumi: Can I call?
The call notification popped up before you could even send the message you'd typed out.
Incoming call... "Gumi Bear"
Your thumb hovered over answer, hesitating for just a moment before answering and bringing the phone up to your ear. You could hear the concern in his voice when he whispered your name into the receiver, a guilty knot twisting in your gut.
"You don't have to say anything, I was just worried about you." There was a click on the other end, followed by some rustling.
"You left so quickly, I was gonna come bring your phone but... it was probably best that I gave you some space. When my dad didn't come home I assumed it's 'cause he couldn't find you." A long sigh came from him, but your brows furrowed. Toji still wasn't home?
The sound of your balcony door sliding open made you jump out of your skin, having to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent from screaming right into the receiver.
From the phone you could hear Megumi calling your name, hearing the sudden commotion, completely unaware of the brief staring contest you had with the tall man stopped mid-step into your house, cigarettes and lighter in one of his hands, the balcony handle in the other. Both your eyes were wide, seeming to surprise each other. Had he been out there this entire time?
"H...Hey, sorry, I... a spider, I saw a huge spider and it scared me." Mentally face-palming at your sorry excuse for your outburst. Toji seemed to find it entertaining as well, chuckling to himself as he slid the door closed.
Megumi was silent for a moment, but ultimately accepted the explanation. He continued, promising he'd only take a minute of your time. You couldn't hear anything he was saying over the pounding of your heart as it leapt in your throat, watching Toji slide his shoes off and stride over to the kitchen, the flat of his palm brushing the small of your back as he passed by.
"Let's just forget this happened, we can start over. Okay?" His voice dropped in tone, obviously hurt by the decision.
"I think... I'd like that, yeah."
There was a brief silence.
"Okay, well," Megumi breathed in deeply, "That's all I wanted to say. I'll let you go. Text me if you need anything."
A noise of affirmation came from your throat, the line going dead soon after. Small hands placed the phone face down on the countertop, hands overlapping on top of your phone as you stared up at Toji through your lashes.
He didn't ask who called.
The rest of your morning was spent with Toji, not much was said. It wasn't awkward, it was a surprisingly comfortable silence, for the most part. He'd made coffee and toast, his capabilities of displaying qualities of domesticity surprising you to say the least.
The kitchen clock read 1:02 pm when he said he'd be leaving and you walked him to the door. As the two of you stood in the doorway, you found yourself unable to piece together the right words swimming in your head. Toji seemed patient, smirking with his hands stuffed into his sweatpants pockets as he faced you, back to the apartment hallway.
"Well, um..." All night, and you decide to be awkward now?!
"Thanks for everything, I guess?" You extended a hand, offering it to Toji for a handshake. The action made him snort, one hand coming out of the pocket of his soft cotton pants and placing it in the dip of your waist. Firmly, he tugged you closer to him, leaving a searing kiss on your lips. It was as fiery as it was short. He left you dumbfounded when he parted not a second later, waving as he walked down the hall.
"Let's do this again soon."
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contextualizing lwj’s coming to terms with his feelings subplot!
i wanna talk about the role of confucianism in this subplot because i think it’s something some western fans might not pick up on. basically, the sociopolitical climate of confucianism in his character arc, and a little bit about his interaction with the public image theme.
disclaimer: i’m not chinese but i do have a double minor in chinese and asian studies and have written a few papers on confucianism.
we’re gonna be talking about the novel bc i feel its a little more in-depth and nuanced than lwj’s “what is black, what is white” monologue in cql. namely the tension and misunderstanding in wwx’s first life and how lwj got his scars. i feel like it’s pretty well accepted that wwx made lwj reconsider his world view, so i’m just gonna expand on it. also i want to point out it's pretty unspoken in most of the text, but lwj is also affected by/used to explore the public image themes, as his image the is ideal confucian scholar.
confucianism is centered around the ideas of how to behave “good” in sociopolitical contexts. basically it boils down to a belief system on how society should be run. if everyone follows confucian beliefs, you will have an ideal society. the main text is the Analects, which you can read here. it’s been around for a few thousand years (like around 200 BCE ish), had a huge revival in the tang dynasty (618-907 CE). it was put on imperial exams, the emperor’s cabinet had confucian scholars, etc. this is just to say confucian values are important to historic society, especially upper-class scholars, which seems to be a role cultivators commonly fill in xianxia. here are some basic tenants:
being a gentleman/scholar/superior man (君子 jūn zǐ) : partly being learned in the arts, literature, music, poetry, etc., mostly behaving righteously and dutifully.
filial piety: usually described as obedience. it's not simply obeying everything elders tell you, it includes doing it with reverence and thankfulness for their sacrifices for you.
leading by example: if leaders/the government is righteous, the people will follow. lwj has his flock of juniors that are all strong cultivators and the lan sect is just generally known for being moral and good.
rites/rituals: a focus on politeness and holding proper ceremonies, sacrifices, and funerals
speech: there’s some great meta about the register he speaks in here, i just want to touch on think carefully before you speak, only speak sincerely, etc.
tldr; lwj is THE perfect gentleman (even his title contains the character suffix 君 -jūn, like lxc. which, while this character is not uncommon for cultivator titles, it wasn’t chosen carelessly either. also not to be confused with 尊 -zūn). seriously, look at almost all of book 10 and you'll see don't do/consume in excess, don't talk during meals, sit only when your mat is straight, etc.
okay, so Why is understanding his feelings for wwx so troublesome?
1.2 "They are few who, being filial and fraternal, are fond of offending against their superiors. There have been none, who, not liking to offend against their superiors, have been fond of stirring up confusion... Filial piety and fraternal submission! - are they not the root of all benevolent actions?"
in other words, people who are filial will never create political tension. so like, morally, wwx should be considered horrible person! he’s not only snubbed the jiang sect. he was a head disciple who undoubtedly had younger students looking up to him. and then he goes and stirs up some huge political issues! he is now a bad role model for the people below him and disrespected the people above him. lwj has an entire image to uphold, he has poured his entire life into following these rules and beliefs, and then wwx comes along. would continuing to be in wwx's life taint lwj? there are some contradicting teachings in regards to interacting with wwx:
15.4: "Do not take counsel with those who follow a different Way"
15.28: "When the multitude hates a person, you must examine them and judge for yourself. The same holds true for someone whom the multitude love."
15.36 "When it comes to being Good, defer to no one, not even your teacher."
this is part of the reason lwj had so much trouble accepting his feelings. he didn’t know how to handle this situation, making him appear distant during/directly after sunshot. if he judges wwx's intentions to be pure, it's then not wrong to be friendly with him. but wwx still is morally wrong by society's standards. now, lwj has to not only figure out his feelings, but also reconcile this with how he still thinks wwx is Not a bad person, despite everything. what if he does get "tainted" by wwx? will it hurt the reputation of his sect? that would be un-filial, right? he spent his whole life memorizing rules that are probably extremely similar to sections in the Analects, and now these mixed messages (coupled with the relatable gay panic) are overwhelming.
onto the next! there’s something unspoken in the scene where wwx discovers why lwj has the whip scars. as other posts have mentioned, lwj taking wwx back to the burial mounds and nursing him is high treason. however, this action is also extremely un-filial. also his entire image is built around being a perfect gentleman, if this were to get out to the public he would lose absolutely everything. he would be just as irreparable as wwx.
“I was worried if those from another sect found you first, WangJi would be considered your accomplice. The best scenario was his name being forever tainted, and the worst was his life being taken away right then. Thus, along with Uncle, we chose thirty three seniors who had always thought highly of WangJi... ”
there’s no way lwj didn’t know what would happen if he did this. obviously as lxc says, if this got out, he would lose basically his entire face. and even though lxc didn’t mention this, it would definitely lose a lot of face for the lan sect as well since lwj is so prominent. the decision about what elders to bring is also notable.
“...As if he knew all along he would be discovered by us, he said that there was nothing to explain, that this was it. Growing up, he had never talked back to Uncle, not even once. But for you, not only did WangJi talk back to him, he even met with his sword the cultivators from the Gusu Lan sect...”
so yeah, he obviously knew they would come for him and what the consequences would be. and he still talked back! that’s already not a good look for the lan sect. but attacking them? totally unforgivable! lwj gives up how he was raised and the importance of filial piety, what he has held on to until this major plot event. since it's basically the biggest "fuck you" to his uncle and his clan, this was not a decision he made lightly. lwj shows them he cares more about wwx and His Own ideas of right and wrong than the sect’s or society’s.
Wei WuXian dug his hands into his hair, “...I-I didn’t know... I really...”
when was the last time wwx was at a loss for words? wwx spends a few paragraphs after this lamenting how he hurt lwj, but he's not unaware of the gravity of what lwj did. it's an underlying assumption from being raised in the culture. i would argue his first instinct is "oh god he gave up what for me?" since those lamenting paragraphs are after lxc finishes speaking.
"But he said... that he could not say with certainty whether what you did was right or wrong..."
this is something thrown around a lot in the Analects, that not even confucius can say for sure what is right or wrong. what better way to show lwj is still a perfect confucian than have him paraphrase confucius himself?
“...WangJi was a model for the disciples when he was young, and a prominent cultivator when he grew up. In his whole life he had been honest and righteous and immaculate--you were the only mistake he made!”
here’s the confirmation that the world and even his family thinks of him as a perfect gentleman, the top tier of society, and it was all thrown away for wwx. this is just so heavy. the mistake thing? thats not only because lwj is fraternizing with an enemy. lxc and the rest of the sect who knew are terrified this will forever corrupt lwj personally, not just publicly. lwj was so devoted to believing this was the right thing to do he offered up everything he had. the gravity of this decision is insane. it’s very obvious that he loves wwx, it’s just that he struggles a lot internally to accept everything that is happening.
as for helping wwx leave after the massacre, is this gentleman-ly of lwj? was it actually in-line with his image? is it more honorable to save someone who is dying, at the cost of your own health, than to look away? isn't looking away a form of resentment? i wasn't able to find a specific passage about bystander-ness, but personally i think it qualifies as "bad intentions." there is also this passage for what it's worth, originally it was about government suppression:
12.19: "...What do you say to killing the unprincipled for the good of the principled?" Confucius replied, "...why should you use killing at all?..."
lwj is always more actions than words, and he was not fucking around. his core beliefs really haven't changed, and remain very strong throughout his life. he is still righteous enough to accept his punishment, graceful enough to search for wwx's body since there was no one else to do the funeral rites (10.22/10.15), caring enough to take in a-yuan, upright enough to still spend his years going where the chaos is.
just with this one action, the audience knows he has come to terms with realizing that authority isn't always just, and neither is the public opinion/opinion of other gentlemen. he has reconciled. this is him standing for what he believes is right. this is his devotion. this is his own choice. just. poetic cinema...
anyway that's it for my first meta post! i would love to hear your thoughts, feelings, opinions, discussions, other meta ideas, whatever! thank u for reading! <3
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A Little Clumsy
Written by: spencerreidsmiles
Hello hello, my lovelies! I have once again been absolutely grinding at school (and now work too woohoo) so I have had like zero motivation to write but I finally finished one of my anon requests!
They requested prompts 7, 28, and 42 off the General list on this here prompt list! Those will be bolded throughout the story.
Short summary - It’s the first day of work at the BAU for the reader but when their clumsiness gets the better of them, Spencer Reid is there to save the day.
Trigger Warnings - blood (like the whole thing is about blood so if blood is a trigger for you, seriously do not read this one), minor injury, strong language, embarrassment
Word Count - 1386
MASTERLIST // WATTPAD VERSION
Sometimes you were clumsy. Okay, perhaps that was a bit of an understatement. You were more often than not clumsy. So when you began your first day at the BAU walking right into a wall and collapsing onto your ass, thus spilling coffee all over yourself, you weren’t surprised, to say the least. Frustrated, yes, but surprised, no.
However, that sentiment wasn’t exactly shared by everyone, it appeared. In your dizzy haze, you felt a thud as someone knelt down next to you.
“Is that blood?” the stranger asked.
You touched your nose with your fingers, red decorating your fingertips. Whoever was talking to you was right, there was blood. Your white shirt, now a light shade of brown-ish beige, was sticky against your chest. Blood and coffee all over your new clothes on your first day of work? How could it go any better?
To be honest, you weren’t really concerned about the blood right now. This whole scenario had happened enough times that this was essentially a regular occurrence for you. Instead, you were more concerned about the fact that this was the impression you were going to be making on all your colleagues. What were you supposed to do, just walk into the meeting room absolutely drenched in the last bit of your latte and blood and just act normal and introduce yourself? Yeah, because nothing screamed “qualified special agent” like a klutz banging their head into a literal wall. Surely whoever hired you was regretting their decision now. If you were them, you would.
You had to save your pride somehow. The least you could do would be to find a bathroom and try to clean yourself up as much as possible before meeting your coworkers.
But first, you had to deal with whoever had watched you slam your head into the wall.
“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” you said, sighing.
“You are literally bleeding,” he stated again.
You pushed your arms back, propping you up and allowing you the opportunity to take a good look at him.
Even in your dazed state, you could tell that he was attractive. He was tall, first of all. He towered over you, his brown curls fell over his face as stared at you, clearly concerned. And his eyes. Jesus, his eyes. You could melt into them.
No. No, stop it. You thought to yourself. This was not the time to be crushing on whoever the hell literally watched you walk into a wall. There were more important things at hand unfortunately.
“Well thank you, Captain Obvious,” you said bitingly. The pain was beginning to hit you a bit more. You hadn’t thought you’d broken your nose...but the steady swelling was beginning to change your mind.
“It’s Doctor, actually,” he responded with complete seriousness as he stared even more intently at your nose.
“Sorry?”
His eyes flickered from your nose, meeting your gaze.
“It’s Doctor. Doctor Spencer Reid.”
Shit. You knew that name. Dr. Reid. One of your new coworkers, of course. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.
“Doctor Obvious then. Wouldn’t want you to lose your credentials.” Dr. Reid didn’t seem to be affected at all by your little joke. You shot him a weak grin, which he did not return. Great. Everything was going great. Clearly.
“What’s your name again?” he asked.
“Dr. Reid, are you flirting with me?” you teased. As if anyone could think you look pretty in this mess of brown and red.
“No! No, of course not. I just want to know so when I submit an injury report, I can have a name to put down.” An injury report? Oh hell no. You were already going to be known as the newbie who walked into a wall and maybe broke their nose, you didn’t need to be known as the newbie who walked into a wall, possibly broke their nose, AND had to have their new coworker fill out an injury report on their first day.
“Pssh, they don’t need to know. It’s just a little blood and a little bruise. No big deal. I’m completely fine.”
You waved your hand about, swatting him off. It was nothing, just a bad nosebleed basically. A bad nosebleed with a side of a headache that was really starting to ramp up and throb incessantly. Gosh, you really just slammed right into that wall, didn’t you?
Nonetheless, you persisted. You popped up onto your feet as Dr. Reid stood up as well with a horrified look on his face.
“You hit your head pretty hard, I’m not sure that’s the best idea-” Dr. Reid stammered.
He was right, again. Standing up this fast was a bit too much, it appeared. Almost immediately, you completely lost all your balance. Your head spun as you fell, of course, right into Dr. Reid’s arms, effectively burying your nose right into his sweater. Apparently the day could get worse.
As you just stayed there, both of you completely frozen in place and completely unaware as to what to do next, you took a deep breath.
“Okay, so maybe you were right,” you admitted.
For a second that felt more like a minute at least, it was dead silent. Well, if you hadn’t made a bad impression on Dr. Reid yet, surely this was the final straw. You had calculated an about 100% chance of Dr. Reid running off to tell your boss that they had truly made the worst mistake in hiring you. The ideal first day, really.
Slowly, Dr. Reid propped you back on your feet. You were still a bit woozy and your nose was throbbing fairly bad, so you clutched onto him for a second to settle yourself down. His arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight.
It was only after you pulled yourself away that you realized just how much of a mess you had made out of Dr. Reid’s sweater. Right where you had buried your face was now a giant splotch of red from your nose.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” you apologized. You tried wiping off whatever schmutz you could off his clothes with your own sleeves, but you only smeared it further and further in. God, you were just an absolute mess, weren’t you? Good grief.
But instead of glaring at you, you saw the kindest eyes crinkling with laughter. Like the sunlight breaking through clouds, you heard Dr. Reid’s laugh ring out loud and clear. The sound itself warmed your heart God, if he was handsome before, then what was he now? Whatever he was, it was safe enough to say, you were absolutely head over-fucking-heels for your savior.
“I’ll be honest, I was waiting for a reason to get rid of this sweater. So thank you for giving me a reason to.” He glanced down at the splotch before looking back at your worried face. “Don’t feel bad, things like this happen.”
“You’ve had someone run into a wall and bleed onto your shirt before?” you asked with a heavy emphasis on your incredulity.
His cheeks and ears brightened a light pink shade. “Well not exactly, but we’re all a little clumsy sometimes.”
You checked your watch. Almost nine, aka almost time for you to meet the team and officially start your first day of work. Starting a new job just like this. Wow. You were so screwed.
Either you had the world’s worst poker face or Dr. Reid was just really good at his job, but immediately after watching you check your watch, his shyness faded away and his voice softened as he spoke.
“Hey, how about you go home and get cleaned up and I’ll tell the team you’ll be a little late.”
“Are you sure? What if they ask about…” You gestured around vaguely at his shirt.
He shrugged. “I’ll just tell them you made a strong first impression.”
You let out a relieved laugh. “That’s one way to put it,” you said. “Thank you.”
As you began to walk to the elevator, you thought about Dr. Reid and his kindness and eventually came to the conclusion that perhaps this first day wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. That he was right, everyone was a little clumsy sometimes. And that was okay.
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Meta Fic rides again
I'm a little stuck on how to word something in my Nano 2020 project so I decided to take a break by trying to read “Scum Villain’s Self Saving System” again and failed horribly because I got to the part when Binghe comes back and my interest died a quick and messy death for yet a third time. Someone write me a giant pile of gen-fic and LiuShen AUs to heal my heart.
Here, I’ll start us off:
Spite and Fury (or; PEDW is a hive of Scum and Villainy)
So bitter-old-man!Madara dies of old age after he passes his Epic Revenge Plot over into Obito’s keeping, and the Sage’s knockoff-brand cycle-of-transmigration peels Indra’s chakra out of Madara’s soul - which results in dying!Madara having a screaming ragefit that sends his spirit-and-chakra careening through the void between worlds
At which point shattered-and-fragmenting-more!Madara gets into an altercation with the System and since the System is a little bitch it tosses Madara into the worst possible Fate it can think of (see: PEDW)
Transmigration bullshit and Sharingan fuckery smash into each other in a gigantic clusterfuck of asspulls
Madara is missing bits because Indra’s imprint got ripped out
The Shen Jiu base soul is missing bits because torture and previous abuse of his character by the System
The resulting villain amalgamation is Not Pleased
Instead of landing in the divergence point chosen by the System - aka the Qi deviation fever shortly after Binghe arrives at Cang Qiong Sect – we instead have the jigsaw puzzle mashup of Mads-and-Jiu land in baby-slave Jiu’s body
The good news is Madara and Jiu stop fragmenting because they end up woven together - they’re stuck together as an almost-single person only with two different sets of memories
Character exploration is going to be an EVENT
Also the Madara part of them is really happy with the silky smooth hair
Also Yue “lets-Binghe-kill-him-because-he-thinks-Shen-Jiu-is-dead” Qi is cast is a much better light when compared to Senju “stabs-his-sworn-brother-in-the-back” Hashirama
So Mads-Jiu plays it close to canon for the first few years - the only real difference is that he tags his Jiejie with a tracking seal for after he escapes from slavery - he’s not leaving his ability to find her again up to chance or developing a reputation as a whoremonger if he can help it
When he gets bought by the Qiu is when Mads-Jiu starts being a manipulative little shit like we all know he is
Xanatos-pileup-or-bust!Mads-Jiu basically lets Yue Qi escape alone because he NEEDS Yue Qi to become Cang Qiong Sect Leader for his long-term plans to work properly
So Mads-Jiu warns Yue Qi that if he has to be CAREFUL because cultivating is dangerous and if Yue Qi comes back missing any pieces then Jiu will cut the EXACT SAME BITS OFF HIMSELF
And so Yue Qi is EXTREMELY safety conscious and the life eating sword drama is avoided entirely
Of course he’s also taking longer to reach his initial strength levels than in canon because he isn’t rushing
So there’s nothing like Yue Qi showing up early to trigger a plot divergence alert in the System
</mwahahaha>
Mads-Jiu is more pragmatic regarding Qiu Haitang’s so-called innocence this time around - and so he arranges for her to catch the Creeper Qiu bro abusing and assaulting Shen Jiu
Haitang is HORRIFIED AND DISGUSTED to see what her brother is doing to her fiancé and also TERRIFIED by the fact that he talks the entire time about how sweet it’s going to be when it’s HAITANG under him
The Qiu burn on schedule but Haitang kills her fair share - double Qi deviations FTW!
The system does not notice such a minor change in the background events - Jiu kills the Qiu, burns down their house, and Haitang survives the fire with vengeance raging in her heart
Mads-Jiu kills the demonic creeper that was hanging around because ew no and also keep your hands of Haitang
Again, it’s too close to canon for the System to notice - Jiu killed him in defense of a “childhood friend” so hahaha again
Instead of being used as a stalking horse by an evil master Mads-Jiu runs off with Haitang to track down and rescue his Jiejie
Shenanigans ensue
Afterwards Mads-Jiu “has an idea to help find Qi-ge” by asking around for him at the Immortal Alliance Conference
Of course there are more shenanigans and Yue Qi saves all three by claiming that they’re Cang Qiong disciples - so of course he drags all 3 of them back with him and wibbles at the current Sect Leader until he lets them all join
Still (mostly) following canon! Ha! So no “punishment” events get triggered in the System (which is mostly dormant because the Protagonist isn’t born yet XP)
Qiu Haitang was supposed to join a Sect! Jiejie got sold on schedule! Shen Jiu killed the Qiu and his “first master”! Yue pesters his Shizun into letting his sibling(s) join the Sect in an unorthodox fashion!
But the devil is in the details
And the devil’s name is Uchiha Madara
Jiejie ends up as Peak Lord for Talisman Peak because magic and seals saved her before
Haitang ends up Peak Lord for Hidden Peak because she refuses to be caught unawares by a dangerous secret ever again... also because she’s a mean sneaky bitch and owns it
Having more than one sibling for the Sect Leader to blatantly favour means less wholesale resentment directed at Mads-Jiu as well
However the Jiu part of them has memories from PIDW and also SVSSS - so he knows that shit is going to get horrible once Su Xiyan gets knocked up
Obviously the answer is to seduce all of his fellow peak lords into a glorious polyamorous clusterfuck so as to promote skinship and pack bonding and harmony among the sect leadership
(It worked for PIDW Binghe with his wives and SVSSS Shen Yuan with getting Bing-mei to chill his tits after all and nobody can trip you into bed quite like a shinobi)
And so Cang Qiong’s family aesthetics get rocked so hard that instead of panting after his Shizun baby disciple Binghe decides to seduce his peers...
... and his rivals
... and other sect’s disciples
... and the occasional demon
Mads-Jiu is really proud of his baby demon lord but makes sure not to single Binghe out - instead every Qing Jing disciple gets rewarded and punished at the same time
It promotes bonding! And teamwork!
And prevents the utter destruction of Mads-Jiu’s chrysanthemum via oversized demonic pillar!
There is totally going to be an extra where Mads-Jiu realizes that the average size of a male cultivators pillar is DANGEROUSLY EXCESSIVE
NOBODY NEEDS THAT MUCH PILLAR
Even HIS pillar hasn’t escaped the curse
BIGGER IS NOT BETTER!
How the fuck is he supposed to fight if he can’t even wear pants comfortably!?!?
(No wait come back Mu-shidi this shixiong is sorry it wasn’t mockery it was a perfectly reasonable tantrum that was a long time coming now stop sulking your dick is very pretty let shixiong make it up to you~)
And at some point there will be a wild Bing-ge who appears to cause trouble with a mirror that’s intended to temporarily transform people into the form of their last life - he aims it at the native Bingbing to get him out of the way so he can steal the “nice” Shizun
It would have been Pom time for Bingbing but Mads-Jiu pushes him out of the way
And cue giant explosion of dark Qi as a bonus expansion pack of Madara’s 10-tail Jinchuriki time with powers-and-memories gets downloaded into Mads-Jiu
Mads-Jiu the “Heavenly Demon Demi God” drops several mountains worth of flaming meteor rock on the invaders and then goes on a giant flaming skeleton rampage against Bing-ge
... Bing-ge has changed his mind he doesn’t want this Shizun take him back and oh gods the shrieking
How does he shriek so loud? Doesn’t he need to breathe?
... ok so Shizun breathes fire that’s good to know
Whelps time to bravely run away
And then the amassed sects need to figure out how to calm down the rampaging hell beast
The youngest Qing Jing disciple is brought out and told to cry for Shizun
Actually-a-broody-hen!Mads-Jiu whips around and starts fussing over his baby student
Because baby why are you crying stop it tell Shizun who hurt you and he will BURN THEM TO ASH
The last bit I have an idea for involves Mads-Jiu getting yanked though dimensions because Edo Tensei where he instantly twigs to what is going on and pushes the “righteous cultivator” skin to maximum strength
He shoves all the baby ninja behind him and keeps barrier spamming the zombie army - because ew no stay away from the children resentful corpses
Zetsu is included in the zombie army shall not pass smack down
Zombie!Tobirama is appalled because wut? Wasn’t this supposed to be Madara’s zombie? What is happening?
And I dunno something where he “notices” the resentful energy surrounding Danzo because stealing the eyes of the people you murdered is bad karma
So Mads-Jiu does a spirit thing and the ghosts of the Uchiha rips Danzo apart while screaming about his guilt in full view of the entire Village
And then Mads-Jiu goes home because filial little Bingbing came to get him and he’s not enjoying upending the shinobi social order nope not at all whom exactly do you take him for?
... Yes he’s done and ready to go back to his spouses now he’s sure the ninja have all learned better than to raise living corpses now anyway
The end
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#Sanjuno's ficwork#fic I haven't written yet#Spite and Fury#PEDW is a hive of SCUM and VILLIANY#Madara and Jiu are sharing a body#System done fucked that revenge plot up#Villain Team Up cranked to 111#sanjuno's metafic#NRT x SVSSS
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I Love It When You Say That
A/N: @manuphantom wanted a second part for More Than Okay, so here it is! The well awaited part 2 she’s been looking for. 😘💕 Big thanks to @bxbyriku for the Spanish translations, you’re the real MVP 😩🙌🏼
word count: 5.8k (this is literally 20% plot and 80% smut, sorrynotsorry)
pairings/characters: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader, minor oc for the fic.
warnings: smut smut smut, but passionate smut. oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex with use of birth control by reader, lots of swearing, fluff if you squint
summary: no please, I suck at them
“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Your coworker Zena snaps her fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality and out of your rapidly running mind.
“Huh?” You snap out of it when her hand invades your vision, looking at her with raised brows. “You said something?”
“Yeah,” she laughs, wiping down the counters by the espresso machines. “Asked what you were doing after work?”
“Oh,” you blush, shaking your head with a smile as you continue washing mugs at the sink. “I’m sorry Z, was sort of daydreaming. I...I have a date tonight.”
“You do? Who with?” She grins, leaning in close as if you’re telling her the biggest secret in the world and she’s a million percent into it.
“You wouldn’t believe me.” You laugh, playfully shoving her away.
“Try me.”
“Did I tell you what happened on my birthday several months ago?” You bite your lip, looking at her with a slight head tilt.
“Well your birthday was before you started working here, so no.” She laughs.
“Long story short, no one remembered, not even my own family, so I found myself sitting in a park miles from my apartment just crying, knees tucked to my chest and face burrowed in my arms. While I was there sitting under a tree an absolute mess, someone started talking to me, asking if I were okay and why I was crying under a tree; eventually after a few shoulder shrugs and head shakes from me in response to his questions, he asked that if he introduced himself by name would it make me feel more comfortable talking to him, so I nodded in response… Well, it was Pedro Pascal. You know, Prince Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones?”
“Okay one, I’m sorry you had a shitty birthday,” she frowned. “And two, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
“See that’s the thing, it was shitty until by some Godly miracle Pedro Pascal happened to be in that same exact park as me and when he found out I was crying under a tree on my birthday, he went out of his way to make it better.” You bite your lip thinking about it, the smile on your face genuine. Z notices that.
“What did he do?” She asks with pure interest, occasionally glancing over at the coffee shop’s entrance for any new customers.
“Took me to dinner and a movie.”
“Cliché.”
“Yes, but it was delicious food and the movie at the drive-in was a surprise.” You smile.
“Which was?” She quirks her head in question.
“His movie, one of my faves too, Bloodsucking Bastards.” You sigh dreamily and she just laughs.
“Let me guess, he’s a vampire in this movie?”
“Head vampire,” you smirk.
“Hot.”
“Right?” You laugh softly, giving your head a shake. “But... but that’s not all.”
“Oh? You fuck him?” She asks, eyebrows raised high.
“No!” You blush, hard. “But he did kiss me… many times. And...And when he dropped me back off at my apartment after the movie, he...gave me his number.”
“To keep in touch?” She grins, looking somewhat genuinely happy for you.
“Yeah! He....he sends me good morning texts every single morning…” you bite your lip with a smile. “And tonight is I guess technically our second date since he took me out to dinner for my birthday, but...this time our date is going to be spent inside for a more private, relaxing setting.”
“That’s romantic.” She smirks, hint of a suggestive tone in her words.
“Yeah, it is.” Your cheeks couldn’t be any more hot. “It’s also our first time seeing each other since my birthday cause you know, filming and such.”
“It’s nice that he still wants to see you despite being a busy bee with acting life.”
“It’s more than nice,” you grin wide, looking at her with eyes full of genuine happiness. “It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for, he’s...he’s more than just a silly celebrity crush, you know?”
“I understand that.” Z grins. “You’ve got to actually spend time with him, he took you out for your birthday for God’s sake, so yeah I can definitely understand that you’ll feel for him as more than just that.”
“He’s the sweetest, most caring, adorkable, and handsomest man out there.”
“I bet,” she giggles, hearing the bell above the door ding to alert there’s a new customer and going over to the front counter to greet them. “Hi! Welcome to-- oh, you’re...wow… May I help you?” She looks up at the new customer awestruck, Pedro Pascal himself standing there with a cheesy grin.
“I’m here not for a coffee, thank you, but just to pick up Miss Y/N over there.” He points to where you’re still standing at the sink washing and drying the coffee mugs and spoons by hand, humming to yourself. Z smiles when she looks over at you and decides to make this a little fun before she alerts you that he’s here.
“You must be the vampire guy she was telling me about. Bloodsucking Bastards or something?” She smirks, looking up at him with a small tilt of her head. “I prefer Prince Oberyn, if I’m being honest.”
Pedro laughs softly, giving his head a shake with an amused smile. “Yes, I am that vampire guy from Bloodsucking Bastards and I am honored that you enjoyed my role as Oberyn.” His eyes flick back over to you, watching with an adoring gaze as you place the mugs and spoons back in their designated spots after drying your hands with a clean dish towel.
“I’ll let her know you’re here,” Z murmurs quietly to him, seeing in his eyes alone how much he truly feels for you.
Z goes over to you and gives your shoulder a light tap, gaining your attention immediately. She has a look in her eyes that seems both mischievous and amazed and you can’t help but give your head a curious tilt when you look up at her. What she says next has your heart thumping in your chest.
“Your vampire boyfriend is here to pick you up.”
Your gaze quickly moves to the front counter and your eyes light right up at the sight of Pedro standing there smiling at you.
“Bye,” is all you say before you pull your apron off and toss it onto the counter, quickly grabbing your purse from the small associate break room so you can meet Pedro by the front counter. “Hi,” you smile widely when you step out of the work area, allowing him to right away engulf you into a warm embrace, which you happily return.
“Hey, hermosa. Ready for our date night in?” He grins, pulling back to gaze down at you while his hands rest on your waist, the two of you completely unaware that Zena is ducking behind the counter to secretly watch your interaction. If only she had some popcorn...
“More than ready,” you whisper, yet again another blush coating your cheeks tonight. “I’ve missed…” You bite your lip and move your gaze elsewhere, too nervous to say what you want to say in case of scaring him away for being so forward.
“I missed you too,” he says it for you, reaching one of his hands up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek so he can gain your attention again, a genuine look in his eyes. “Missed that beautiful smile of yours.”
“Awwwww!” Z chimes in, the two of you breaking your gaze to see her standing at the counter with a wide smile and hand over her heart, as if in an adoring way.
“Oh shut up,” you mumble with a shy smile and Pedro only chuckles.
“Come on,” he smiles, taking one of your hands in his own and sending a small wave Zena’s way, leading you out of the shop. “Let’s get to your place for our date, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You grin.
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“Did you want something scary or not scary?” You ask Pedro with a smile, flipping through the movie options on Netflix.
“Depends, will the answer change whether I get to hold you in my arms during the movie or not?” He inquires with a soft smile of his own while carrying the few snacks the two of you picked out together into the living room. You blush at his response, but smile up at him when he places everything down on the coffee table.
“Do you want to hold me during the movie?”
“Yes,” he states simply, but with adoration and you can’t help but grin.
“Then no, the answer will not change depending on what genre you choose.” You reach out for his hand, gently pulling him down onto the couch next to you and bringing your freehand up to gently rest against his cheek which he leans into, just staring into his eyes for a moment while you admire his company. Ever since your birthday you just can’t help but to truly appreciate Pedro Pascal more as a person and there’s so much you wish to do to pay him back as a way to show your appreciation. “I owe the world to you, Pedro Pascal.”
“You are my world.” He whispers and your face says it all, you weren’t expecting that from Pedro Pascal himself, not yet at least.
“I am?” You whisper right back, tears already welling in your eyes.
“Fate brought me into that park on your birthday, Y/N… I never quite believed in it, at least not until you.” His own freehand comes up to rest against your now damp cheek, his gaze never leaving yours as he wipes away the few tears that escape your vision. “I knew from the moment I met those tear filled eyes the first time that you were going to change the course of the rest of my life...and boy was I right. You, I just…I can’t get you out of my mind. I film scenes with many wonderful and beautiful women, but none of them occupy my mind the way you do...none of them come close to you, your courage, your passion... I think about you and that bright smile of yours, that adorable genuine laugh that brought so much joy to my heart and ears when we watched Bloodsucking Bastards, your cute little giggles when something I said amused you and those eyes...like gazing into a whole new and beautiful galaxy. Such beauty, everything about you...”
You’re stunned, absolutely stunned. Your gaze is soft, but wide and full of adoration. This man who you’ve grown to love over the years because of his incredible acting skills and his downright glowing personality, is practically confessing his love to you without actually using the term, yet. You’re at a loss for words, unable to even comprehend any to begin with, so you respond by leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotion into it. Pedro’s response is immediate, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest while kissing you with as much fervor in return. After a few long moments, the two of you pull back to catch your breath and he lets his forehead press to yours with a wide smile.
“I definitely missed your lips too… Such beautiful, kissable lips,” He murmurs, smiling when he hears your giggle.
“Ditto, mister.” You smile, moving your fingers to gently card through his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt so strongly for me…”
“Love is the only term that comes to mind when I look at you.” He pulls you against his chest with a soft murmur, sitting you sideways on his lap and moving to press his lips to your forehead.
“I…” You bite your lip softly, looking up at him as he cradles you against him. “I love you too.” You whisper, judging by his wide grin that he was hoping you’d say that.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he hums softly, moving to give you one more deep kiss while holding you tighter against him.
Your arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up further where your faces are level with one another and letting out a content sigh when one of his hands instinctively grabs you by the leg and pulls it over his lap so that you’re comfortably straddling him. His other hand moves to hold you by the waist as the two of you momentarily get lost in your heated kiss, your lips molded against one another’s like the perfect puzzle pieces. You’ve never had a kiss this real before or one as passionate and full of love; everything about this moment screams that this is it, this is what life’s intentions are for you.
After several minutes of slow, passionate kissing and allowing your hands to freely explore one another, you pull back to breathe again, moving your hands to cup his face.
“I wish to show you how much I love and appreciate everything about you, Pedro…” You murmur quietly, moving your hands to gently rub circles along his chest. He hums at the soothing sensation, looking up at you while his hands stay seated on your waist.
“How so?” He muses, rubbing his thumbs into your sides and smiling at the way you melt into the feeling.
“With my lips,” you sigh contentedly, studying the way Pedro’s eyes light up with blown pupils at the mention of your lips being how you’ll show your love and appreciation. You smile. “I want to kiss every inch, crevice and curve of your perfectly toned skin, kiss every one of your cute little tattoos to mark my admiration for each of them and how they’re a part of what makes you you.”
Pedro doesn’t let you speak another word, only presses another kiss to your lips while shifting to stand up from the couch with your legs wrapped firm around his waist. “Which way to your bedroom, hermosa?”
“Second door down the hall on the right.” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair and kissing him once more before dipping your head to start kissing along his jawline toward his neck while he walks the two of you toward your bedroom. His low groan makes you smile and urges you to leave a playful nip to one of his throat’s sensitive areas before finishing with a gentle kiss.
“Mmmm you’re a dream come true.” He sighs, opening the door of your room with a quick gentle kick of his foot against the bottom corner.
“That would be you, mister.” You giggle softly, grinning when he drops you onto your bed after getting the door kicked open and closed and moving to lay comfortably before him.
“Me? I’m just Pedro Pascal.” He chuckles, climbing his way up and along the bed until he’s hovering face to face with you, his lips finding his way to the curve of your jaw now.
“You’re more than that,” you say breathlessly, moving your fingers into his hair again. “You’re more than just the sum of what Hollywood makes you out to be… I love you for who you show me when we’re together, not only for what Hollywood shows. You are more than just Pedro Pascal the actor, you are José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, the man I shamelessly fell even harder for after he saved my birthday from being the absolute worst one to ever happen to me.”
“You deserved every minute of what I did for you,” he murmurs against your skin, pulling back to gaze down at you with admiration. “I appreciate everything you say to and about me, hermosa. Every word.”
“I mean every one and I will always stand by them.” You whisper with reassurance, your lips finding his once more. “Now please, let’s prove to each other how true our words are?”
“Yes,” he smiles, moving away so he can rub his hands up and along your sides. “And you’re sure you’re ready for a step this big?”
“Yes,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and lowering them toward the hem of the comfortable sweatpants you changed into after arriving home from work, your eyes showing how ready you really are. “Please.”
Pedro smiles and nods immediately, lightly gripping the hem of your sweats and pulling them down and off your ankles, leaving you in just your black laced panties you wear beneath. His hands go for your cotton t-shirt next, sitting up a bit so you can help him to get it pulled up and over your head, a blush burning at your cheeks as his gaze takes in your form laid out for him, your matching bra and panties a pleasing sight to his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful…” He muses in a gentle tone of voice, gliding his hands along your soft skin and smiling when goosebumps start erupting from his touch. “Your body reacts so naturally to me…” He leans forward to kiss from the edge of your shoulder toward your neck where he nuzzles his face against it, his lips and teeth eliciting soft gasps from you.
“Pedro…” You tilt your head, your fingers once again brushing through his dark locks.
“Hmm?” He hums in an inquiring tone, moving his lips from your neck down to your chest to start kissing at the swell of your breasts.
“Oh…” A soft moan escapes your lips when he reaches your breasts, your fingers giving a light clench in his hair. “Please,” you whimper softly, using your freehand to start tugging on his own shirt, which he immediately leans back so he can help you pull it off and toss it to the side. Your hands go for his pants next, getting the button undone and watching as he momentarily moves to the edge of the bed to kick them off and let them join his shirt, now only in his boxers as he climbs right back over you.
“Better?” He chuckles, letting his hands gently roam along each inch of your skin they can reach.
“Almost,” you murmur, shifting your positions in a quick blink of an eye so he’s now laid against the pillows and you’re straddling him by the waist, your hands tracing over each inch of his sun-kissed chest. “Now it’s better.” You smile down at him before starting to trail kisses along his skin the way he did you, starting from his lips and working your way from his neck, along his shoulders, down his chest and over every inch of his stomach.
“Bebita…” He sighs pleasantly, watching you shower him with love and affection with that pretty mouth of yours.
You have him speechless from the way your lips move over every inch of his skin that you can reach in your current position, him wanting so badly to have his hands on you in some way, but enjoying too much of the attention you’re so willingly giving him. It’s something he doesn’t receive very often and he doesn’t have the heart or even want to stop you from doing it. When you start kissing down the center of his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches and you can only smirk at the small sound when it escapes him.
You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth hovers just over his clothed cock, your warm breath hitting his hardening length through the thin fabric of his boxers and making him visibly shiver. You smile this time and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his twitching member as your actions cause him to grow harder. Your gaze is trained on the obvious size of him beneath his boxers and you can feel your cheeks burning again knowing you finally get to feel and experience what you’ve only gotten to think or dream about before you met him. You’ve always had a hunch that he’s an endowed man, pictures are obvious evidence of that, but seeing it for yourself in this moment for the first time has you wetter than a waterfall.
You gaze up at him when your fingers reach for the waistband of his boxers, your eyes asking for permission before pulling them off, even though you already can tell he wants them gone. With a quick nod of his head and a gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you quickly slide his boxers from around his waist, your cheeks even hotter now as his entire length springs free. You feel your mouth water at the sight of him, immediately dropping your head to kiss at the base of cock before trailing your tongue along the entire underside of his shaft.
“Fuck,” Pedro gasps, his eyes wide and lust blown as he watches you work your tongue along his length. When you stop at his swollen, precum leaking head to swirl your tongue in circles and collect the few beads of cum dripping from him, he lets out a deep groan, his fingers moving right into your hair. “Bebita…”
“Hmmm?” You repeat the hum he made at you minutes earlier, smirking when you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it as if it’s a lollipop.
“Oh bebita, your mouth feels so good.” He breathes, moving his fingers through your hair toward the back of your head and choking on air when you suddenly hollow your cheeks and take him further into your mouth and down your throat, your fingers wrapped around the base of his length to hold what you can’t reach just yet. “Holy fucking shit,” he groans louder this time, his hips bucking up into your mouth.
“Mmm…” You hum around him in response, swirling your tongue a few times before pulling back almost completely then taking him right back into and down your throat, gagging a bit the deeper he goes.
You repeat your actions several times, breathing through your nose with every bob of your head and letting out a deep moan when you take the entirety of his length down your throat, your nose pressed right against his pubic area.
“Jesus, bebita, if you keep that up I’m gonna cum and I’m not ready to cum yet.” He groans, clutching his fingers in your hair. He watches as you slowly pull off his cock, your lips swollen and eyes glossy when you gaze up at him.
“Sorry,” you bite your lip, moving back up his body to press a deep kiss to his lips, gasping when he has you flipped onto your back and pinned to your bed beneath him.
“It’s okay, but now it’s my turn.” He smirks, kissing and making his way down your body until his face is level with your clothed core, his fingers massaging into your thighs before curling around the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down, revealing your pretty dripping folds for him. “Fuck… What a pretty little pussy you have, bebita.”
Pedro dives right in, doesn’t even give you a chance to say a word before he starts swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. Your moans are instantaneous and he hums as he pushes his tongue right into your aching heat, groan rumbling through his chest when he tastes the sweet juices of your pussy.
“You taste so good, bebita… I desire to wake you up like this every morning...” He muses as he gives his lips a small lick, going right back to sucking at your clit and slowly easing two of his fingers inside of you, giving them a few small scissoring motions.
“Oh Pedro. Please,” you gasp, cheeks burning again at his words, wishing you could wake up to this every morning like he desires. If that’s what he wants then he can have it.
“Mmmm yeah? Is that what you want too, bebita?” He rasps, moving his fingers in and out of you while gently curling them against your spongy walls, humming and sucking your clit back into his mouth.
“Mmm oh yes,” you moan out, giving your walls a squeeze around his perfect fingers and bucking your hips against them and his tongue. “F-fuck, please don’t stop!” You plead with a soft cry, dropping your hand to card your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers.
“I won’t,” he murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers and curling them right against your sweet spot, lapping and sucking at your clit to coax you toward that high slowly burning inside you.
“Just like that!” You gasp, squeezing around his fingers again and giving his hair a gentle tug. “Oh fuck it feels so good.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, hermosa?” He coos, repeating his actions and earning himself another soft cry from you.
“Yes! ’m s-so close already, oh please don’t stop!”
“I won’t,” he reminds you with a small smirk, continuing his licks and sucks on your clit and the rapid thrusts of his fingers against that same spot inside you until you’re finally coming undone for him.
“Oh Pedro!” You cum the moment your walls clamp down around his fingers when his pace quickens, soft wails of pleasure leaving your lips the longer he gives your clit harsh sucks to extend the high of your orgasm even more. “Fuck! Yes!”
“Mmmm.” He groans against your folds, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers give one more curl inside you. “You taste so good, hermosa. I could feast on you for hours.”
“I need you,” you murmur with a soft pant, your fingers loosening in his hair. “Please.”
“Bebita…” Pedro coos, pulling his fingers from inside you and slowly making his way back up toward your face, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his wake. “Tell me what you need.” He murmurs, pulling you forward off the bed and pressing his lips to your shoulders to leave a trail of soft kisses while his hands reach around to unclasp your bra.
“I need you inside me, please. I...I want you to take what’s yours,” you plead with wide doe eyes, sighing in content at the feel of his lips kissing further along your skin after getting your bra pulled off and thrown to your bedroom floor.
“Yeah?” He grins, gently pushing you to lay back again while moving to press a deep kiss to your lips, settling between your legs with a low hum. “That all?” He smirks, hint of a tease in his tone as he kisses down your chin and toward your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and giving it a soothing suck.
“Mmm I want--” you moan, moving your fingers into his hair again after he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks the way he did the first time. “--your big cock, please… Want to feel how w-wide you stretch my tight little pussy and n-no condom either, I’m on-- fuck, I’m on birth control.”
“Joder, nena. ¿Dónde estuviste toda mi vida?” He groans deeply, moving back up to kiss your lips deeply while pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready for me, bebita?” translation: fuck baby, where have you been all my life?
“Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs firm around his waist when he starts to slowly push his hips forward, allowing your warm walls to swallow up his cockhead and the first few inches of his length. Your head tilts back with parted lips as he slowly fills you, finally letting out the loud moan building in your throat when he finishes burying himself to the hilt inside of you. “Oh Pedro...”
“Fuck you’re so tight, bebita.” Pedro hisses, giving your walls time to adjust to the burning stretch of his cock before starting his movements. Pressing his lips to yours once more after a few moments of letting you adjust, he slowly pulls his hips back, the two of you moaning in unison. “You feel so good, hermosa…” He murmurs into the kiss, one of his hands holding your right arm above your head while the other cups your cheek, pushing himself back inside of you with a deep groan.
“Oh yes, you stretch m-me so well…” You moan along with him, your hand in his hair pulling him further into the kiss as you start rocking yourself against him. “P-Please make love to me, baby.”
“Joder, te amo.” He groans, bringing both of his arms over to rest on each side of your head while slowly pulling his hips back again, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips and with more fervor than you’ve ever experienced when he pushes right back in, repeating the slow motions of his previous thrust.
“Te amo, Pedro…” You murmur into the kiss, both your arms now slipped around his neck and holding him close against your chest while he repeatedly makes his slow back and forth thrusts inside of you. “Oh g-god, baby...”
“‘m not gonna last long, bebita… Fuck, you feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He buries his face against the crook of your neck with a groan, leaving chaste kisses as he lovingly fucks into you.
“Mmmm f-faster, please.” You moan, tilting your head sideways to give him better access to your neck while he kisses your sensitive skin, biting your lip at the groan that leaves his throat from your request before he starts picking up his pace. “Y-yes, like that, oh please don’t stop!”
“I love it when you say that,” he groans more, thrusting as deep as he can go with every gradual increase in his pace. “You love how good I make you feel, huh bebita? Finally get to feel the things you could only ever fantasize or dream about?”
“Mmmm yes!” You admit without shame, your eyes rolling back the faster and deeper he sends his cock inside of you, squeezing your legs tighter around his middle so your heels are pressing into his lower back. “E-Everything I’ve ever dr-dreamed it to be, oh god Pedro!”
“I love the sounds you make for me, bebita… Your beautiful moans and cries of my name…like music to my ears, music I wish to hear and cherish for the rest of my existence.” He murmurs tenderly while pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling back so he can gaze down at you as he gives your breasts a gentle caress and squeeze, continuing his deep and fast thrusts.
“I want...it too, I-- Oh…” You moan again, arching your back into his touch to your breasts and pressing your ankles hard against his ass, simultaneously pushing him even deeper inside of you. “Oh right there.” You groan, your fists balled up in the sheets.
“Fuck,” he grunts in response to the way you push him deeper into your warm center, his immediate reaction being to hit that same spot over and over again, both of you groaning at how great it feels. “Right here?” He grins, gently tweaking your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Yeah!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his own to match his forward thrusts into you, your head thrown back as a soft, deeper moan escapes your open mouth. “I’m gonna cum, oh god I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum with me, bebita.” He groans, leaning down again to kiss you with extreme fervor, one of his hands dropped so he can rub quick circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.
You kiss him harder now, throwing your arms around his neck again and hugging him closer as he coaxes the two of you toward your rising climaxes, your walls fluttering around him with his every thrust. “I’m so close I’m so close I’m so close!” You whine and with one hard thrust right against your cervix and a few more rubs to your clit, Pedro has you coming undone beneath him, your walls clamped down around him as you cum hard and in turn trigger his own release, your body trembling in his embrace as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh yes!”
“Joder bebita,” he moans as he fills you, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he continues his thrusts, still aiming for your deepest areas to help ride both of you through your highs.
“Oh Pedro, I--” You groan softly, fisting your fingers in his hair at his continued thrusts into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “--fuck!”
You’re the one left speechless now by how mind blowing sex with this man is, how intimate and passionate he is as he makes love to you and how verbal he can be, the Spanish spoken words and phrases the cherry on top of it all. You just can’t believe how lucky you are to have someone to love you like this, so intimately, and you’re even more blessed that it’s Pedro Pascal himself.
The two of you are panting by the time Pedro pulls out of you, his forehead gently resting against your shoulder while you both catch your breath, unable to contain the smiles wide on your faces. If you were able to read minds, Pedro’s thoughts would for sure make that smile wider and even your cheeks a lot hotter.
“Wow…” You breathe, lightly scratching your nails at the nape of his neck. “That was…”
“Everything you’ve ever dreamed it to be?” He teases, lifting his head to give you a playful smirk.
“Yes,” you giggle, leaning forward to capture his lips for a deep kiss. “I love you, Pedro…”
“Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo.” He murmurs against your parted lips, slowly pulling back and giving your thighs a firm massage. “Now wait right here for me, okay?” translation: I love you more than anything in the entire world.
“Where’re you going?” You pout and he just chuckles.
“Bathroom.”
“S’right there,” you point to the bathroom just off your room and again he chuckles.
“I’ve noticed, hermosa.”
Pedro gives you one more kiss before carefully moving off of you and heading to the bathroom to grab a nice warm wet washcloth to clean you with, giving himself a quick wipe down with a cloth of his own before rejoining you in the bedroom.
You smile when you see him reappear out of the bathroom, gaze landing on the washcloth in his hand and you become flustered at the thought of him tenderly cleaning you up after making love to you. He smiles down at you as he climbs back on the bed, taking the warm cloth and washing your sensitive area as gentle as possible, being sure to get your thighs too. You sigh softly.
“I’ll miss this while you’re away...”
“Miss it? I’m taking you with me.”
Other translations:
bebita: baby, hermosa: beautiful, joder: fuck, te amo: I love you (duh)
Everything taglist: @halefirewarrior @takemepedropascal @wildcard566 @readsalot73 @talesfromtheguild @msmona @oberynispunk @whiskeyxinxaxteacup @pedrosdoll @ah-callie
Pedro taglist: @manuphantom @unadulterated-neckherolover @luna-longbott0m @hanelijoy @bxbyriku @lireandcampfire
#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal x f!reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#nsft#writing#ohpedromypedro
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hi, I've been going through your jtbc life tag, and seeing your commentary on how the writer lacked in some parts, how differently would you have written it had you helmed it?
How delightful. This no-name fic writer unencumbered by entertainment industry realpolitik would:
1. Write the elder Ye sibling as a woman. Why not? Are women not allowed grief and misdirected rage? Are they not allowed to shake the world? I submit that they are. I don't think there needs to be too much change to Ye Jin-woo's role/ characterization for this to work. The love story between the siblings remains absolutely the same.
2. HOWEVER. I would not go into a pointless red herring plot about possible murder. Ye Seon-woo and Ye Seol-hee find out about the funds misappropriation; unfortunately Director Lee passes away before he can take any action. With Deputy Director Kim in line for the job, and also their PRIME SUSPECT, ER star doctor Ye Seol-hee gets into battle mode.
3. Meanwhile! Sungkook stalwarts ( and People Who Have Had An Unspoken Thing Between Them for twenty odd years , two marriages, two divorces, and two kids betwixt them) Chiefs Joo and Oh are in the process of figuring out What To Do About the Problem of CEO Gu Seung-hyo. Chief Joo and CEO Gu clash very publicly, and Chief Joo's MORAL COMPASS and (unfortunate!) popularity with the staff make him a front runner for director's post because the Kim Tae-Sang subplot gets resolved a little faster. But! CEO Gu knows Chief Joo would be a total disaster and he thinks Chief Oh would be an acceptable compromise? So he's trying to figure out how to get an in with her, because they seem to be A Team, and she speaks her mind but doesn't do any real politicking; ffs, she hasn't even put her name on the list. How now?
4. Hello, junior NEUROSURGEON Lee No-eul of the sunny smiles and unfortunate taste in friends, but BETTER taste in mentors i.e Chief Oh's special fave. Lee No-eul is his in! She seems a sensible sort- they end up sitting having a meal together at the cafeteria when she walks up and introduces herself and they actually have a particularly good conversation about the govt’s latest regulations re: health insurance- and she adores her sunbae.
5. But how to? Enter Kang Kyung-ah, who LUCKILY has befriended Lee No-eul, VIA Ye Seon-woo, whose love for Lee No-eul could be seen from SPACE, Gu Seung-hyo thinks, but to which No-eul remains charmingly oblivious. But that's not *his * problem, he just needs No-eul to latch onto the idea that Chief Oh should be the next director.
Isn't it time this hospital put women in leadership roles, Kang Kyung-ah asks No-eul over coffee and chatter about kittens. CEO nim was honestly surprised not to see any names in senior management. Of course, the field at the moment was narrow, this was probably something they needed to work on, but Chief Oh has the chops, doesn't Dr.Lee think so? Dr. Lee does think so. Perhaps Dr. Lee should tell her sunbae that then, and y'know, drop the hint that CEO nim would be very happy to see her name on the list. (It would be great drama if this becomes a point of contention between Ye Seol-hee and Lee No-eul rather than you know Romantic Problems Caused By Best Friend Falling For Known Enemy)
5. Chief Oh knows she has the chops. But- there's Chief Joo to consider. She loves him, but god, the man needs to learn to work around things to move them forward, instead of being the tree that won't move. Plus it's a LOT OF WORK, and it's not like she's not already STRESSEDT. Alright, whatever, she's gonna do it.
6. Well, Chief Joo thinks it's a brilliant idea, and really wants her to win, but wait, WHAT, you don't think Gu Seung-hyo needs to be taken down entirely, he just needs to be kept in line? HE HAS SEDUCED YOU WITH HIS CHARM AND HIS PROMISE OF BETTER EQUIPMENT FOR NEUROSURGERY. ARE YOU GOING TO BE SELLING VITAMIN SUPPLEMENTS NOW, IS THAT WHERE THIS IS GOING? (How could you betray everything we've stood for all these years?? How can you betray everything we’ve been to each other all these years?)
7. I feel this would be a great time to bring things to boiling point with a nursing staff strike? Kim Eun-ha was a fave minor character that I would have liked to see more of, and I think her whole cause of better pay/ working conditions for nursing staff would be a great crisis point to really go all out with Our Golden Trio, as Seung-hyo, Chief Joo and Chief Oh take different positions on this, while the directorship remains in the air.
7. So, well, it's VERY difficult and there's PINING like crazy, but like, when push comes to shove, THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER OK? He votes for her of course (though he doesn't tell her that), and she brokers a decent compromise for the nursing staff AND gets him a budget for those rural clinics he’s been dreaming of, but oh no, can she ever forgive him for Things That Happened and Oh No Can He Ever Forgive Me For Crossing Sides etc. The Pining (TM) reaches such stratospheric levels that even Ye Seol-hee takes time off from fucking things up to notice. [”How Sungkook’s Hospital betrayed it’s staff by breaking the first ever strike” reads the top online story for a week ]
(What's going on with them, she asks her bestest friend Lee No-eul, who shrugs, philosophically, pats her hand and says, not something you'll understand, you have to know what Real Romance is for that. Hmmph, says Ye Seol-hee, and grumps for a week, but No-eul also notices that these days Seol-hee keeps running off to take calls in secret and it turns out that secret is firebrand reporter and giraffe Choi Seo-hyun? Oh! thinks Lee No-eul, that's adorable, and she tells Seon-woo , and they both look at each other and burst out laughing, and Seol-hee finds her life even more UNBEARABLE thanks for nothing)
7. The point is, Gu Seung-hyo thinks, the point is, Chief Joo and Director Oh are there for each other, their bond wasn't something that even his interference (for admittedly selfish reasons) had broken, and y'know what, he's not a kid, he's emotionally aware enough to admit that he'd really like something like that for himself. What would that even be like, he thinks, as he cuddles Nighty, to know that you weren't alone, and that someone would love you despite your fuck ups or for them, even? And FINE, he wasn't immune to the attraction of deeply moral men who worked 48 hrs straight and fell asleep in supply closets, and NEITHER was he unaware of the way he maybe sometimes found himself taking a little extra care of his appearance on the days he had a meeting with Director Oh, but none of this could be allowed to matter, the point is that they'd never see him as anything but an outsider, and anyway, the way things were going, he'd probably have no cause to see them every single day--
8. "Gosh, listen to this man making us reveal our age," Director Oh says at the farewell dinner they organize for him. It surprises him that it's dinner, that the restaurant is cosy, warm, instead of business-like. It doesn't surprise him in the least that the low, warm lighting accentuates the twinkle Chief Joo's dark eyes as he replies, or that it makes the red of Director Oh’s lipstick headier than the wine they’re drinking. It’s their favourite restaurant he finds out, a small joint that serves Ethiopian food, they’ve been coming here for twenty years, and everyone knows them and they know everyone, and oh, y’know, when he’s in town and not so busy, would he like to join them for their weekly dinners here?
9. But WHAT ABOUT THE ROMANCE you ask, every kdrama needs a romance, not just subtextual OT3! You’re absolutely right! Not to worry, Kang Kyung-ah is totally on the job! “How adorable is Ye Seon-woo!” she tells Lee No-eul on one of their many dates where they don’t discuss Gu Seung-hyo at ALL, “If I were ten years younger I’d totally hit that!” No-eul laughs, but is also a little embarassed, that’s like her best friend ok, and then Kyung-ah adds, “Not that he’s got eyes for anyone but you!” and No-eul goes, what? and Kyung-ah goes “what?” and then No-eul has a whole ten days (while the Ye siblings are on their seaside vacation) where she’s trying to figure out if a) it’s true and b) what she feels about it and c) then that gets VERY clarified when she finds out that Seon-woo MIGHT DIE and when they are back she’s like, listen up Seon-woo, if you have plans of dying without surgery, just gonna tell you that’s not on the cards, and Seon-woo is like, do you have an alternate plan? and Lee No-eul, neurosurgeon extraordinaire and a woman who knows what she wants, is like, you betcha, we gonna get married and have five kids, and Seon-woo is like *swallows *, “If you say so”, and she’s like “I do.”
FINI.
#jtbc life#anon you can see that nobody would ever pay me#why yes i do think jang yeo bin would be perfect for Ye Seol-hee
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。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ lee jieun + cis female + she/her/hers⌋ yo , have you meet that KOOK , ivy nam , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY-TWO year old , COLLEGE GRADUATE , and have been living in coston for TWENTY-TWO YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of BACH BEING PLAYED ON A VIOLIN , LATE NIGHTS SPENT FINISHING A COLLEGE THESIS , & COLOR COORDINATED PLANNER . usually they’re quite INDEPENDENT & A PERFECTIONIST but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite NARCISSISTIC & CONCEITED as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .
hello everyone, my name is kashia and i’m so excited for this roleplay! i hope you all enjoy my bby ivy, i love her so much.
tw: mental health
aesthetic
iced coffee in mason jars, practicing violin right after school, hair flowing down one’s back, polished finger nails, a golden retriever demanding for your attention, rainy days, designer clothing, succulents sitting on a windowsill, clinking of glasses, forced smiles, automatic handshakes, a broken violin, and sleepless nights
“Ivy, Ivy Nam is that you? I didn’t know you were back.”
Hearing her name, Ivy looked up from her phone as her pup, a golden retriever, ran over to the new person. Excitement could be seen in the animal’s eyes but the same couldn’t be said for his owner. What could be seen was fake, a mask of kindness and love. “Yeah, I just got back a couple of days ago,” she said to the other, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Finally back home and for good this time.”
“Wow, that’s great,” the person said, a smile on their face. “So you finished school?”
She nodded her head, watching as the other went down to pet Scully. The golden retriever loved the attention, just like his owner. It was just at that very moment she didn’t want any attention on her. “Yep, graduated last week. It was a lot of fun, missing my professors and friends a lot right now. But it’s alright because I’m back in town with my favorite people.” There was venom in her words but with that smile of hers, it wasn’t paid any mind. “Everything still looks the same, which is good.”
“Oh yeah, nothing has changed. The stores are still up, your family’s resort is still thriving, tourists still love this place, and the divide between the Pogues and Kooks is still a thing.” The other rolled their eyes. “That’s really silly, don’t you think?”
Ivy just stood there, silent for a few seconds, mind processing what was said. Her favorite shops were still open, she already knew that her family’s resort was thriving, everyone knew that. It was the reminder of Pogues and Kooks that got her. Being away at college, the college grad didn’t have to think about her town’s rivalry. Not even the accident that happened a year ago was on her mind, as she wasn’t even home during that time. She did a study abroad program to Paris for the summer, unaware of anything happening back home. It was a shock when news got back to her. “I think it’s cute,” Ivy finally answered, twirling a strand of her long black hair. “It’s apart of our town’s history and it’s not like anything bad will happen again.”
“I guess you’re right.” Silence took over the two, minus the sound of Sully’s barking. “Are you happy to be back home?”
Taking a deep breath in and giving the town a once over, Ivy genuinely smiled at the other. It was small yet gentle. “Honestly? I am. I missed this place while I was gone. It’s nice to be back.” Pulling out her phone, she checked the time, seeing that she had to go. “We have to go, I have a meeting with my father soon. Only came here to pick something up-- for him, of course.” Her words were rushed, tripping over each other as if she was hiding something. The other didn’t notice, thank God. “Come on, pup,” she called to her golden retriever who gave the other one less nudge before following behind his owner.
The two split up, the other unaware of how Ivy’s heart was beating rapidly. How nervous she was to be having a conversation out of the local Pharmacy. Where she was picking up prescriptions for herself, not at all wanting someone to know.
summary about ivy
the only child of the nam family who own’s the local resort, she is sad to take over after her father / just recently graduated from college where she studied business and had a minor in violin performance / went to yale before coming back home, she lowkey misses it / during middle and high school, she was most likely that girl who was at the top of her classes and did everything / attempted to do the same thing in college but that resulted in her not getting any sleep and fucking up her mental health / whenever she did try to sleep, she would pop up in the middle of the night. unable to sleep any longer / dealing with insomnia that she tried to deny until it got bad and she had to seek professional help / this is kept under wraps about her and she refuses to let anyone know of this “minor hiccup” in her life / now that she’s back, she’s continuing to keep this from people outside of her family and showing off as if everything is alright / was in paris when the accident happened last year, so she’s a bit out of the loop because of that
random facts
sully is her puppy and he’s only a few months old, he’s baby / google calendar is her entire life. seriously, if you need her, look at her calendar to see if she’s free / plays violin and ended up breaking one of them due to something that happened at college. aka, she blacked out and broke it due to stress / while she could live with her parents, she found an apartment of her own. she just finds it better to live alone after doing that at school / uh our bisexual queen (i don’t play straight characters) / runs on coffee
wanted connections
old high school rivals: because she’s a girl who strives to be better than everyone, i’m sure that she butt heads a lot with this person. they were constantly fighting over the top spot in their graduating class until ivy snatched it for her own. maybe they still don’t get along and still make everything a competition.
childhood best friend: everyone needs a best friend, even this perfectionist ivy. they’re someone who she continued to text and call even while away for school. they’re someone who she can trust and fall back on when things go rough. however, they’re still unaware of ivy’s mental health and it’s something that she’s currently trying to figure out how to tell them.
ex-childhood friend: the two had a falling out and are no longer friends. maybe it was because they just didn’t have the same interests and didn’t have anything to talk about.
people who work at her family’s resort: maybe she’s friendly with them or maybe they don’t like each other. who knows, we can brainstorm about this more.
family friend: someone who’s family is on the same level as the nam family and are close with her father. like, they go golfing and shit, like those type of rich people. and because of this, ivy and this person are usually put together because they’re close in age. we can decide if they’re actually friends or they don’t get along.
i’m down for just coming up with stuff together! i’m open to any and everything.
#coston.intro#muse ❂ The author of this interesting piece of work that’s me#pls enjoy!#mental health tw
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Chapter One - Meeting
Summary: Laxus Dreyar, prince of Fiore, has been trapped in the town of Magnolia for months by order of his grandfather. After a failed attempt at leaving ends up with the prince injured, his grandfather punishes him by adding a new guard to his retainer team. An arrogant, up-tight, overly confident, handsome bastard named Freed Justine. [Fraxus | Fantasy AU]
This was originally written as a one shot for Fraxus day, but it got a little out of hand so here we are. It’s inspired by the Fire Emblem games, but I don’t know enough about the games to really call it an official AU, so I thought it best to just call it a fantasy AU. But if you know the series, you might catch some references.
You can read this on FanFiction, Archive of our Own, or under the cut. You can find the chapter list here. Hope you enjoy it ^.^
Chapter One: Meeting
"This is bullshit."
Laxus' words were practically spat out. The prince was sitting atop his bed, bandages wrapped around his otherwise bare torso, essentially pouting as he was forced to maintain direct eye contact with one of his retainers; Bickslow. He was vaguely aware that, leaning against the wall of his chambers, Evergreen was watching both men with an expression that would probably be equal parts patronising and amused. It made Laxus' annoyance at the situation worse.
He had been forced to chambers by his grandfather – and king – while the older man 'decided what to do with him.' Bickslow and Evergreen had been allowed to keep him company, and Bickslow had decided he would try to heal Laxus' injuries while they had nothing better to do. Hence why the two men were holding such intense eye contact.
Apparently Bickslow's magic worked better that way. Laxus didn't understand why, and Bickslow only explained by saying the eyes were the windows to the soul.
His injuries came from his own stupidity; he was mature enough to admit that. For the past few months, he hadn't been allowed out of the town that his castle looked over, and he had been getting somewhat stir crazy. Multiple times he had found himself in his grandfather's office, asking for permission to leave the bounds of Magnolia to do something – anything – in a place where it wasn't immediately obvious that he was royalty. Each time – even when the requests were rational such as when he wanted to camp for a weekend in a forest a half-hour's walk away from the city boarders – he was turned down under the excuse that it was best for his safety if he stayed. Every time, Laxus had felt his anger grow until he eventually snapped.
So he… ran away.
He resented the term his grandfather used, but it was basically true. He had convinced his retainers that it would be best for them all to get away, and intended to travel to the nearest city, have a small vacation there, and then return. It would have taken two weeks at the most and would have done the blonde a world of good. His plan had not gone as well as he had hoped.
Two things had gone wrong, as far as Laxus knew. One; the night guard who he had bribed for his silence had a change of heart and had gone to Makarov to explain what Laxus was doing. Two; there had been a very minor attempt at kidnapping him.
It wasn't as bad as everyone was making it out to be, really. Yes, someone had tried to kidnap the prince of Fiore on his first outing in months. Yes, at one point he had a sword to his throat that could have killed him. Yes, the three of them had been taken unaware and the fight had not been as easy as it should have been. But it wasn't as if Laxus had been taken; Evergreen's magic made quick work of most of the kidnappers and Laxus and Bickslow were by no means weak and vulnerable. Even the injures Laxus had gained had actually come from his horse being spooked and bucking him off, rather than the kidnappers themselves.
Annoyingly, the guards looking for Laxus appeared at the same time the kidnappers were forced to retreat. And they didn't believe Laxus' story about where his injuries came from, or about how long he planned to be away.
So now, he was essentially fucking grounded.
"Oh, that's what you think," Evergreen said, incredibly sarcastically. "I thought you loved everything about this situation and wanted it to go on forever. Oh you're so hard to read, Laxus. Thank you for the clarification."
"I can kill you Ever," Laxus grunted. "I'm a prince, I can have you beheaded."
"Firstly, no you can't. That hasn't been allowed for centuries," Ever laughed. "And secondly, if you killed me, the only friend you'd have in the world is Bickslow. Imagine that. Just Bickslow. Bickslow."
Laxus chuckled a little, seeing Bickslow's eye twitch as he continued focusing on healing the prince. He couldn't be sure, but Laxus could just see Bickslow raise an arm towards Evergreen's direction and the blonde expected that a certain finger would be raised towards her. He was glad that he had the two of them with him, or he would be both bored out of his mind and stewing in his anger. Also he was fairly sure that fucking horse had broken a rib when it kicked him off, and that would have hurt a lot more without Bickslow's healing.
God, what would happen if they lost their position for helping him. Well, he just wouldn't let that happen.
"You got any idea what they're gonna do?" Evergreen asked, and she was looking at Laxus so obviously was addressing him.
"Who fucking knows," Laxus sighed, wanting to run a hand through his hair but stopping himself so the healing could be continued. "Guards at the doors to my chambers, not even allowed out of the castle, let alone Magnolia. Which is gonna fucking kill me because I can't deal with staying inside this fucking town let alone this stupid fucking old-"
"And we're done!" Bickslow chimed, and Laxus cut himself off by the sudden chill that overtook him at the absence of Bickslow's magic.
"Doesn't feel fucking done," Laxus grunted, looking at the scabs and cuts on his arms he knew Bickslow could have healed.
"Well, maybe if you weren't being such a grumpy bitch then I'd make all your injuries go away. But you are, so suck it up," The healer grinned wide and manically, looking towards Evergreen. "And if I remember correctly, I was your only friend for quite a long time, and look how you turned up," He paused, looking Evergreen up and down. "Actually, she's right. If you turn out like that then you're screwed."
"Asshole," Ever snapped, but Laxus saw her smiling a little.
A small but playful argument occurred between the two retainers, and it allowed Laxus some time to think to himself. He should have known that this would happen in some way, it wasn't as if he would return home from his two weeks away to cheers and forgiveness and a parade to honour his successful attempt at running away. It would always end up in this situation, although being confined to his bedroom wouldn't have been as bad if he hadnt seen the aforementioned room for a week as he had intended.
He continued to spiral into a mess of anger – aimed at both himself and the situation he found himself in – for a little while as Evergreen and Bickslow continued to argue with each other; he wasn't listening so couldn't tell what exactly they were picking at anymore.
The situation was broken when the two large doors to Laxus' chambers were pushed open, slamming against the walls they were attached to. He saw Gildarts, one of Makarov's most trusted knights and retainer, swagger through the doors that he had opened with far too much gusto. Normally, Laxus would have gotten pissed at someone storming into his room without permission, but Gildarts was almost definitely acting on the king's orders and, as the king was kind of pissed off at Laxus, he didn't want to make it worse.
"Your gramps wants to see ya, kid," Gildarts grinned, apparently knowing Laxus wasn't gonna risk biting back on his slight taunt. "You really pissed him off, y'know."
Laxus stood, walking to the door. He spared him a glance as he muttered. "Thanks."
The two men walked through the large, lavish halls of Magnolia Castle in silence, with Laxus walking a few steps in front of Gildarts. He made sure his face was devoid of any emotion, partly because he was trained to hide his feelings from his youth, and also because if he got control of himself now, he was less likely to explode when face to face with his grandfather.
When they reached the king's office, Gildarts stood to the side of the door, assumedly so he could stand guard. Taking in a breath, Laxus pushed open the doors and walked into Makarov's office.
His grandfather was sitting behind his large wooden desk, which had stacks of paper on one side and a large lamp on the other. The king looked up at the entrance of his grandson, removed the glasses he was wearing and looked at the blonde with an expression that screamed 'disappointed but not angry.' Laxus bristled a bit at this, because he knew his grandfather was just as volatile as he was and he was pissed, not just disappointed. This was the façade he wore when he was acting as a king rather than himself.
So he was dealing with King Makarov and not his grandfather. Great.
As he walked further into the room, he saw that there was another man standing to the side. He was facing the king, so Laxus couldn't see his face, but he had long green hair and was wearing typical swordsman's armour: predominant black fabric with silver lining, and small plates of armour over vulnerable parts of his body but not enough to limit his movement. He also had a red cloak over his shoulder, which connoted a high rank. Laxus didn't recognise him, though.
"Take a seat, Laxus," Makarov stated, voice somewhat tired. It grated on the blonde's nerves.
"I'd rather stand," He grumbled a little, wanting to have a small amount of power in the conversation.
"If you must," Makarov leant forward. "As I'm sure you've realised, I am not happy with your behaviour over the last few days. Not only did you willingly go against my orders for you to stay in the city, which I did to keep you safe," Laxus rolled his eyes at that. "But you also took your retainers, and therefore put them both in danger with you."
"I wasn't in danger," Laxus muttered.
"You were nearly kidnapped Laxus, that's essentially the definition of being in danger," Makarov snapped, and now there was no doubt that Makarov was angry at him, not just disappointed. "You were reckless, you were childish, and you put your retainers in danger just because you can't handle a small amount of control being taken away from you."
"Small?" Laxus gritted his teeth. "I haven't left this fucking town in months."
"People in that 'fucking town' are going through a lot worse than that, and they don't throw tantrums over it. Get over yourself," Makarov snapped, his kingly façade slipping. "Clearly, what you've done isn't acceptable and it can't happen again. After looking at the problem from a few angles, I believe that the best way to stop this is-"
"You're gonna keep me in the castle," Laxus snapped. "Or in my chambers or tie me to my fucking bed or whatever. Stop fucking around and tell me."
"Don't interrupt me, brat," Makarov snapped again. "As I was saying, that the best way to stop this from happening again is to admit that, perhaps, I misjudged the effects of keeping you in magnolia. I didn't expect it to mess with your head as much as it did, and I clearly didn't expect you to do something so reckless as to run away-"
"I wasn't trying to run away!" Laxus yelled his protest.
"Clearly your freedom is more important to you than I expected," Makarov continued as if he hadnt heard Laxus' claim. "So, I'm going to work on a way to allow more freedom while keeping you safe from potential attack."
Laxus quietened at that, not exactly sure how to respond. The idea of Makarov admitting he was wrong wasn't farfetched – he wasn't irrational – but to hear him do so after Laxus had pissed him off was confusing. It was clear that Makarov was still angry at him, and whatever his plan was wasn't going to be as simple as him saying things can go back to the way they used to be. But, with how much he was craving more freedom, he expected any punishment he might have to take would be worth it.
"From what I've been told, you were taken unaware by the kidnappers," Makarov continued. "That, to me, suggests that there is a problem with your retaining team."
"You are not replacing them!" Laxus spoke up, teeth gritting again. "It was my fault they were distracted."
"I don't doubt it," Makarov glared at his grandson. "I know you have a good relationship with Evergreen and Bickslow, and I don't hold it against you. I was the same at your age. But I believe that, given the target you now have on your back, having two retainers – one of whom focuses on healing – is not effective. Hence why Mr Justine is here."
Makarov nodded towards the knight who was still standing in the room, a little behind Laxus. The blonde looked back, to see he had a stoic expression on his somewhat fragile features; the man himself didn't seem fragile, Laxus could tell this from a glance. He looked back to his grandfather.
"Don't recognise him," Laxus stated. This was unusual, he knew of almost everyone working in the castle, even if he didn't speak to most of them.
"Mr Justine here has been working through the rehabilitation program, and is one of the most successful participants," Makarov explained, and Laxus had to fight a roll of his eyes. So he was one of Makarov's little pet projects. "As you can tell from his uniform, he's gained the position of a knight, which he has had for quite some time. He's a good fighter, effective with a sword and has the mind of a tactician. Which is why I believe that he will be effective when he takes control of your retainer team."
"No," Laxus stated, tone not leaving room for argument. "He's a fucking criminal! And you want him to follow me everywhere? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"He is as much a criminal as you are," Makarov spoke calmly, cutting off Laxus before he could speak. "By going against my orders and leaving Magnolia, you technically committed treason. Therefore, you are a criminal."
"Oh fuck off," Laxus growled, knowing Makarov was baiting him for a reaction. "When I was a kid, I slammed the doors too much when you told me not to, was that treasonous too?"
"Technically speaking, yes," Makarov wouldn't break eye contact with Laxus, making the blonde bristle again. "But that is beside the point, Mr Justine is no longer a criminal in my eyes and therefore he is no longer a criminal in any law in this country. I trust him and he has proven himself to be both reliable and effective in his work. As far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters."
"What if I say no," Laxus crossed his arms. "Or what if Bicks or Ever have a problem. They ain't gonna like some random criminal telling them what to do."
"From what I know, Bickslow and Evergreen have already formed something of a friendship with Mr Justine here, so I doubt they'll have any problems with him joining your team," Makarov explained, and Laxus frowned. He didn't know that. "And as for your opinion on it, I won't be taking it into account. Just like you didn't take my orders into account when you ran off because you wanted to stretch your legs. But if you continue to act like a child and fight with me about this, I may take your recommendation to keep you restrained to the castle on board. Thank you for that."
There was a great urge to tell his grandfather to go fuck himself that Laxus found himself fighting, and the only thing stopping him was the fact Makarov was going to follow through on his threat if he was pushed enough.
The blonde turned to the man who was apparently now part of his retainer team and glared at him openly. He didn't know exactly what the man had done to get him arrested and subsequentially put into the rehab program, and he knew that his grandfather wouldn't tell him if he asked. But the fact he was here – and had been taken into the castle's jails; that was the only way people got into the rehab program – meant that it wasn't a small crime. Laxus felt his distrust of the criminal wearing knights armour was justified.
The knight, Mr Justine, looked back at Laxus with an unreadable expression on his face. Neither said anything, and if Laxus wasn't as good at hiding his emotions then he may have squirmed a little under his gaze. The criminal seemed to be assessing him while maintaining eye contact. It was disturbing.
"I expect you to treat him with the same amount of respect you give to your current retainers, Laxus," Makarov commented, standing up and walking to the door of his office. He gave Laxus a pointed glare. "I have to ask you both to leave now, I have work to do."
Mr Justine nodded, bowed and gave the usual goodbye that Makarov was given. Laxus didn't speak to his grandfather as he walked out of the office, and when the door was shut behind them both he looked towards his new retainer with an expression of distrust across his features.
"Gramps said you can look after yourself," Laxus stated, arms crossed. "You agree with that?"
"I'm a better knight that most people here," The man spoke for the first time, voice smooth and confident. "I'm qualified to look after you."
"Prove it. Go to the courtyard and beat me in a fight, hand-to-hand."
There was a moment of silence before the knight spoke again. "No."
"Fucking typical," Laxus muttered. "Why the hell should I trust you as a retainer if you don't have the balls to fight me."
"That isn't the reason I don't wish to fight you," Mr Justine spoke, and Laxus was annoyed that he believed the man. Nobody who spoke that confidentially was scared of a fight. "While you're still recovering, you will have an excuse to why you don't beat me. If the only way to earn your respect is to fight, it will be when neither of us have the luxury of saving face if we lose. So when you've recovered, then I will fight you. Is that acceptable?"
Laxus bit back the urge to use his title as prince against him. The cocky son of a bitch thought he could beat Laxus? And he was confident enough to be acting like that? Bastard. Still, taking away the smugness of his face would be pretty fucking cathartic.
"Fine."
"Very well," Mr Justine turned to walk away, but stopped himself. He looked back to Laxus with the same expression on his face. "I feel I should let you know, for full discretion, that me and your current retainers met and became close when the three of us were part of the king's rehabilitation program, which you seem to not respect."
Laxus' eye twitched. He didn't know that either.
"I can't imagine why they wouldn't mention it to you," The knight continued. "You seem so open to the chance of someone changing who they used to be," His face split into a spiteful, almost cruel looking smile. "Good day, your highness."
He turned on his heel and walked away. Laxus ground his teeth together, felt a rush of anger flow over him, before storming off in the opposite direction.
Bastard.
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Waiting In Vain: Chapter 14
Slow Burn.
Marleys phone was on Do Not Disturb while she was working . She was so tired of this App job , it was easy but rather nothing but an inconvenience. The money was good, but sitting in front of her computer couldn’t be all there was to her life. Where was her million dollar check for doing something extraordinary . Or even better , where was her savior to deliver her from the stress of work . Market didn’t want to do anything . Maybe lay outside by her pool, and have her servant fetch her a cold glass of lemonade and some weed. Only one percent of the world lived like that , so she had to work like everybody else . “Why in the hell wasnt I born rich?”
Growing bored , she picked up her phone . Marley tried not to make it a habit , because it was so destracting. Marley saw that she had four missed calls from Becky . She called her right away . Worried , because something must have happened. The time spaces were back to back . Becky answered right away .
“Girl!” She screamed as soon as the call came through .
“What happened !” Marley just knew it was bad news . That “girl” was too emphasized to be about something light weight.
“Your cousin is in some deep shit”
Marley took a breath , she thought someone had died or Pedro had done something crazy to her .
“Tiana?”
Tiana had made every Instagram blog headline. She and her NBA player boyfriend Terrell James had been involved in a scuffle . Marley read along to the link that Becky had sent her. In the article , sources said that Tiana and the player had been in a physically abusive relationship for months . Marley found humor in the word “sources”. She would bet that those so called friends she hung around were the sources . Last night , neighbors called the cops reporting a disturbance. A woman screaming. They both were arrested for domestic violence and possession of cocaine . The mugshot of Tiana almost made her drop her phone . Her lip was busted, hair was all over the place and she had a black eye . Terrell’s mug shot was there too , only he had minor bruises on his face . He looked more annoyed than anything .
“Even in the mugshot, she still managed to look pretty” Marley said over the phone.
“You can tell she’s high too, look at her eyes” Becky Commented . They were red and dismayed . And she gave a slight smile , like she was unaware of what was happening.
The two had been released on bail late last night . “I figured since Erik took you away from social media , you didn’t know” Becky stressed to her . It was true , the only active apps on Marleys phone were CNN, a few gaming apps, and tumblr . Other than that , she online shopped or watched YouTube. And she had never felt more free .
Marley was such a sweet girl . With all the bad that Tiana had done to her , she actually felt bad for her . Knowing that if the shoe was flipped, Tiana wouldn’t bat an eyelash. So when Becky had to hang up and tend to the bar , Marley gave her a call . Her finger hovered over Tianas number for a while . She didn’t know what the outcome would be, but it was worth a shot . It rang a few times, Marley thought she would get her voicemail before Tiana finally answered .
“Hello?”
Tianas voice didn’t even sound the same , it was low and dry. Marley froze at first . It had been a long time since they had spoken . She didn’t even have a plan of what to say .
“Hey, Tiana I-“
“You really have the fucking nerve to call me?” She interrupted.
“I know what happened with you, if you need somewhere to go, you can come here until you figure things out”
Tiana let out a malicious laugh , it made Marley’s skin crawl . She was being obnoxious now , Marley regretted reaching out to her almost instantly.
“I don’t need help ... I’m not like you” that tone had now become calm, it was eerie almost . Marley rejected the “I’m not you” comment and decided that she should hang up before things got too bad . Before she allowed Tiana to take her to a bad place .
“Searching for a place to live cause your dad hated you and your mom was too broke to afford good health care”
Marley’s heart began to pulsate. She could feel it in her chest and neck . The fury made her ears hot . She couldn’t even see straight or come up with the right words to say . Marley would never say anything so hurtful to anyone . But maybe it was time to start.
“Don’t ever talk about my mother” was all she could muster up right now. Over the phone , in person the result would be so much different. She kept rocking in her seat, her anxiety was flaring out of control.
“You think you can save me like my mom and I saved you ?”
Marley stood up from her kitchen stool . She paced across her kitchen . The distain for this girl made her eyes squint , as if Tiana was standing in front of her “Is that what you think , you and your fucked up mother saved me!?”
“Yeah , we saved you... you know you always need saving!”
“Your boyfriend must have punched you too hard, cause you’re talking crazy”
Marley had struck a nerve because Tiana went off the deep end. Calling her everything but a child of god . Marley took in everything Tiana threw in her face and sent it back even harder . The two were screaming so loud that they couldn’t even hear what the other was saying. If an onlooker saw them both , they couldn’t tell who was the fool. After a few more tired curse words , Tiana said something that made the conversation take a turn for the worst .
“Why are you so worried about my man when Trey had a baby by a white girl when y’all were together”
Marley knew Tiana wasn’t lying . That scene at the grocery store remained close in her mind . Seeing Trey with that woman , walking closely like that. And the precious little curly haired baby she was holding . Marley just knew to expect the worst .
“I knew already , I don’t care about Trey” Marley played pretend.
“He said he didn’t want a baby with you” Tiana made light of something Marley told her in confidence. She knew about the entire conversation between Marley and Trey the day she thought she was pregnant. “But who would you’re fucking trash , Marley” she laughed because she knew for a fact that Marley didn’t know and she would be hurt by the information . Marley was completely over her relationship with Trey, but betrayal hurt no matter the timeline.
“I’m trash , but the news says you’re a coke-head now”
“Watch your back little cousin” she threatened.
“Erik definitely watches that for me”
Tiana let out a high pitched scream followed by the beep of her line disconnecting. Marley was glad she did because she had been holding in a cry for too long. She hadn’t cried in a long time , and Tiana stirred up a lot of unresolved emotions . Especially her feelings about being left alone in this world without the love of her parents. She leaned down onto her counter and rested her face into her crossed arms . She cried for the little girl who had lost her mother at such an impressionable age . She cried for the little girl who just wanted her dad to love and see her for who she was . And that little girl who was neglected and mistreated instead of being protected .
Soon , she stopped . Giving herself the gift of a deep ass breath . Marley felt lighter , that was the only good that came from this . She ran some cold water over a kitchen towel and pressed it into her swollen eyes . Marley hated crying , not that she felt weak... it was just exhausting. It had been a while since she cried . Since she was a teen, her therapist told her that she needed to cry . Dr.Robinson said that if she didn’t releases all that bottled up emotion, she would explode . And he would feel very sorry for anyone who triggered Marley to that point .
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“Was that Marley?”
Crystal rested along her black leather couch . It was outlined with gold trim, flashy just like her. She smoked her cigarette , then ashed it in the custom made C-shaped ash tray that someone gifted her for her fiftieth birthday . That was five years ago. Her daughter Tiana sat across from her , unbothered by the smoke . She had been inhaling it since she was born .
“Yes” Tiana replied. Crystal let out a “humph” and took another hit of her ciggarette . Her outfit was almost identical to her daughters . Tight and revealing, meaning she was definitely too old for it . But that never stopped her . Even her mind was just as young and childish .
Tiana grew up with different types of men running through her house . Crystal jumped from relation ship to relationship . Her breaking point was always money related . If you didn’t have the means to support her lifestyle and her daughter, she was done . Crystal was the younger sister of Marley’s father . She was the apple of his eye until he met Jaime, Marley’s mom. He fell in love with her and he changed. He was no longer that money hungry playboy , the man that taught Crystal everything she knew about life . He was now this laid back care free guy .
“You’re gonna’ name your daughter after a weed smoking singer ?” Crystal said on the day her brother told her Jaime was expecting. She feared that after this baby, he would really neglect her . Growing up without a father, he was all she had. And he did, up until Marley started grade school . That’s when Crystal introduced him to his now wife , one of her very good friends . That was the beginning of the down fall.
“She always thought she was better than you, just like her mom thought she was better than me.”
Tiana ran her fingers through her wavy hair . Hair that was the total opposite of her mother. Crystal strategically wanted it that way. She made sure she had gotten pregnant by a man who could deliver those qualities . Light skin, loose hair , societies definition of what was beautiful. Crystal wanted Tiana to have an easy life , and it seemed to be working up until this point.
When she was little Tiana came home with her first boy crush . Marley had just moved in too. Some little boy who lived in the neighborhood, Tiana couldn’t stop raving about him so Crystal let him come over . She was way too young to start dating, but Crystal thought it was cute . The three kids played in the backyard while Crystal smoked her cigarette and watched . The little boy was intrigued with Tiana at first , until he found something in common with Marley. Crystal watched how he drifted away from Tiana and put all his attention on Marley . Crystal didn’t like that , she didn’t like to see her baby sad. That was the first time she put the bug in her daughters ear . Telling her to keep her friends away from Marley , because she would try to steal them all. Just how she had done the little boy .
Then Marley turned fourteen . Crystal had a boyfriend named Marcus . A heavy dope dealer she met from around the way . He was her favorite, because he bought her everything , paid bills and even bought her a car . His light skin was a plus. Sometimes he would show up with gifts for the two girls . Crystal noticed how Marleys gifts were always slightly better than Tianas . Then , he stopped bringing Tiana gifts all together . When Crystal brought it up to him, he cursed her out and said he only did it because she didn’t have anybody . And if she didn’t like it, he would leave and take the car too. Crystal wasn’t missing out on that money train so she shut her mouth .
One night , Marley came home late after an unpleasant visit with her father . Crystal and Marcus were on the living room couch watching T.V. It was dark, but the light from the screen reflected through his eyes. Marcus watched her like prey as she walked past them. The way a dog eyed a piece of meat . The way a man looked at a woman he wanted to fuck. Crystal thought she was being paranoid, she tried to blame it on her wine but something wasn’t right .
Later that night , something had brought her out of her sleep. She felt on her left bed side and found it empty , Marcus was supposed to be there . He wasn’t in her bedroom bathroom because the lights were off and it was silent . So she got up to see if his car was outside . It was still in the drive way .
Crystal could hear the wooden floors creak in her hall way. This was a time when Marley slept in a room next to Tiana, before Crystal moved her down to the basement . So it was normal for one of the girls to walk around .
But that wasn’t the case this time. She found Marcus , standing in front of Marley’s bedroom door . It was cracked slightly . He just stood there , watching her sleep . Grunting slightly, ever so often.
Crystal watched for a long time, not quite sure if she would stop him if he went inside . She kept thinking about how life would be if she actually lost him. So she did nothing but go back to her room and act as if she saw nothing. Thankfully nothing more happened that night . But the very next day, she moved Marley down into the basement . Away from her man. It seemed to displease him. More and more he distanced himself from Crystal . Eventually Marcus left her , and she put the underlying blame on her innocent niece.
“That’s why I put her ass in the basement . So damn jealous and ungrateful ”
“She could never be me, no matter how hard she tried” Tiana said proudly . Her mom let out a laugh and a few loud coughs . And when they seized, she laughed again.
“Shut the hell up , T!” Her mother had the ability to be hot and cold all in one sitting . One second she could be laughing with you about something, then in an instant she’d turn. Her daughter was floored and quiet. “I can’t believe you let her take your man”
Crystal knew all about the situation with Marley and Erik. Some truth, and some lies. Tiana even told her about seeing them together at the fair . How they purposely “flaunted” and “boasted” on the fact that they were together . Nevertheless, Crystal saw it as a problem . Somehow storing up her own distain towards her niece . It was as if she lived it through her daughter.
“She didn’t take him from me !” Her mom was really starting to fuel the fire . Tiana had only been there because her mother bailed her out of jail and she needed a place to go for the night.
“Then what did she do?” Crystal continued to tease and manipulate her . “She was living off of you , and fucking your man at the same time”
“I swear Marley is fucking done!” She pleaded .
“She had the nerve to call and speak to you after what she did. Since when did you let girls like her look down on you . I bet they both laugh at you all the time”
“Mom, I loved him. She took that from me!” Tianas rage made her sob uncontrollably. She was falling right into Crystals bait.
“Don’t let her get away with that. You make her ass pay”
“Mom, I want to hurt her so bad!” Tianas slammed her fist into the coffee table . It cracked slightly, but her adrenaline caused her to feel no pain “Watch when I get my fucking hands on her!”
Crystal began to calm Tiana down, in her version of a motherly way . She shushed her, and wrapped her arms around her . Hot and cold . And when she felt that Tiana had contained herself, she got to the root of another issue.
“Tarell keeps calling me looking for you” Crystal was talking about Tianas boyfriend. Her daughter broke free from her arms and shook her head . Tarell was the last person she wanted to talk about .
“They’re playing the Warriors and he said he’d be flying home tomorrow” she continued.
“I can’t believe they let him play, after what he did to me last night” she pointed to her black eye. Crystal kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes.
“You need to call him” she was absolutely stern with her statement.
“Mommy he hit me” Tiana said in a voice that reminded Crystal of when she was a little girl . But she saw a grown woman, who was about to lose out on a good thing.
“Tarell is a millionaire , and if you stop with the damn drugs, you probably could get knocked up!”
“Look at my face!” Tiana couldn’t even cover these scars and bruises with makeup , like the ones before.
“That man can buy you a new face. And if he does it again make him buy you another one” Tiana pulled out her cellphone and dialed Tarells number with a shaky hand. “You better hurry up before Marley steals him too”
Crystal laughed , then walked to her kitchen to make herself a nice stiff drink.
(Sorry for typos)
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Vee El Dee: The Good The Bad and The Ugly
If you’ve ever been on this hellsite, you’ve probably heard of Voltron: Legendary Defender. You’ll find the characters and the ships (and the discourse. Dear God the discourse) in tag after tag and on blog after blog. Now that the show has officially come to an end, I’m reviewing the whole damn thing. Talking about what I think worked, what didn’t, and what exactly the show did to make even the fans look at it so harshly now. (Just a warning “The Ugly” section discusses racism, and homophobia so if any of that triggers you I’d suggest you skip it)
Review under the cut
The Good
The Character Potential:
Voltron’s characters had so much potential at the beginning. Their motivations, potential subplots, and clues to their arcs the first crew left us were actually interesting. How did Coran know Allura before they were frozen? What happened that caused Shiro to lose his arm? Is Lance going to reunite with his family? The show didn’t answer all of these questions mind you, but at the time they were introduced, those questions felt like they were worth sticking around to hear the answers.
The First Season:
The first season is the only season that genuinely sticks out for me, way back in ye olden days when Voltron was a character driven show as opposed to plot focused. In season one, the plot took a backseat and the characters were what held up the show, and it’s probably not a coincidence that most of the character development and more emotional/memorable scenes occurred in season one, when there was time for the characters to develop. Likewise, the character focus allowed for everyone to get their day in the limelight -not just the characters who were valuable to the plot at the moment-.
The Balmera and The Return to The Balmera:
I am never gonna be shy about my opinion that the Balmera arc is one of the strongest arcs that Voltron has had. Allura using the story of her people to inspire others and using Altea’s ancient connection to the Balmera to save an entire damn civilization! The goddamn adorable chemistry between Hunk and Shay! Believable suspense! Unlocking Lion Powers! The Balmera arc had it all and I was fed. Plus, Balmera gave us the introduction of the most blessed couple in Voltron history, hunay.
The Bad:
The Timeskips:
In theory, there’s nothing wrong with a timeskip. But you’ve gotta be able to show that the characters and show’s universe changed in some way during that timeskip and you can’t use them just to avoid actual story and character development. Take season six (? Or was it five? I don’t remember and I don’t wanna) when Keith and Krolia take a two year camping trip on a space whale while Voltron is off doing God knows what. Presumably during that time they developed some sort of mother-son relationship but we don’t get to see that development happening, or how that new relationship changed them, or really any proof that the timeskip happened at all besides Keith getting Galra marks and a teleporting space wolf. That particular time jump felt more like a cop-out to avoid writing Keith bonding with his mom.
Pacing:
To put it plainly, the pace is way too fast for anything to stick. The writing cycles from one season's worth of plot twists and WTF? moments to the next at the speed of light, leaving no time to address how the previous events affected the characters involved or not the show’s universe as a whole. So Lotor was actually evil all along and was using Allura to achieve his goals? Well there’s no time to mention how Allura feels about that, we’ve got three more surprise twists and a magic robot to shove into the plot! On the flip side however, the pacing is slower than a geriatric snail during fight scenes. The giant robot fights are usually the most exciting part of anything, but in Voltron, the fights are so formulaic that they just kinda… blur together into a boring fog. Lemme know if you can name this Voltron fight scene: the team’s fighting some random baddie, there’s a lot of yelling, someone gets a power up just big enough to defeat the current baddies when a bigger, eviler baddie appears who’s more powerful than the power up they just got, new baddie whoops Voltron’s ass, the support team watches in horror, someone else gets a power up that’s powerful enough to defeat the new bad guy, Voltron reins triumphant. What fight scene was that?
The Filler Episodes:
The fast pacing also means that they need to set aside breather episodes just to allow characters to interact besides in battle. That’s all well and good and there’s nothing wrong with filler episodes, if done right they can be some of the most memorable episodes a show can have (The Tales of Ba Sing Se anyone?) that is, if done right. But Voltron filler episodes don’t have that going for them. Filler episodes in vee el dee are an oasis of mud in the desert that is canon, they’re a generally unhelpful standstill point amidst a constantly changing series. I’ll admit that they can be funny at times but for the most part filler episodes are bizarre, unnecessary, and more often than not, poorly timed. If we just heard about a millenniums old empire folding in on itself and we’re just about to see a major character attempt suicide do we really need to see Coran go batshit while planning a space Disney On Ice?
The Ugly:
Racism:
#justiceforallura
I must confess that I am whiter than a polar bear in a snowstorm, but even I know that killing off a black girl (or black coded as the case may be), constantly torturing the Japanese guy, reducing the Samoan guy to food and fat jokes, and having the latino guy flirt with everyone before turning him into a farmer isn’t the best way to handle writing characters of colour. Denying said characters of colour arcs and screen time in favour of giving your white characters the same story in a different hat over and over again is also not the best treatment you can offer your poc characters. That’s not even mentioning other horrible treatment and stereotypes you’ll see the Voltron characters of colour experience. Let us also recall #notallgalra, the “what if the genocide victim was actually the bad guy” au mess in s3, all those “lol lance is stupid” jokes, the black character Kinkade speaking mainly in grunts, Allura dying to redeem the two genocidal dudes responsible for most of her trauma, and Hunk’s (half black half Samoan) family being enslaved at a fucking concentration camp like goddamn what the hell were you thinking Voltron that’s like hetalia levels of fucked up when we remember what kind of genuinely awful shit this show’s done to it’s minority characters.
Homophobia:
If you’re reading my review in the Voltron tag, and you watched the whole series, then there’s no way in hell that you haven’t heard about Adam dying and the backlash against Voltron for it. If you are somehow the .000001% of people who don’t know, Adam (a gay moc) was Shiro’s (another gay moc) fiancé who got a grand total of forty five seconds of screen time before dying when the Galra invaded earth. Meanwhile, L*tor and Allura’s relationship got almost triple that despite being abusive as fuck. But Shiro got married at the end of season 8! In a credits scene, to a guy in the background of a couple of scenes Shiro was also in. When lgbt fans expressed outrage at their rep being hyped up despite having no bearing on the plot or even Shiro as a character outside of one scene, instead of owning up to their mistakes, the crew of Vee El Dee said (or implied) that it was the fault of lgbt fans for hyping ourselves up. Yeah okay. Except after that we got confirmation that Ezor and Zethrid were a couple! Yay! Clearly a win for us El Gee Bee Tees right? Well… not really considering that both of them were depicted as psychotic torturers who also died a couple minutes later. Gotta love those crazy dead lesbians amirite?
Klance:
But why is klance in the “ugly” section!? You cry, I thought you were a klanti! I am an anti and I did ship klance but that’s not what I wanna talk about right now. When I put klance under ugly I wanted to discuss two things, the crew and the shippers. First let’s talk the crew; several folks on the Voltron staff have at the very least, not reacted negatively to the omnipresent ship that is Keith and Lance. I’m sure you’ll also remember that Lance’s VA Jeremy Shada was considered a KICK icon before that went south. The crew was also purposefully misleading when they talked about possible romances for Keith and Lance, the language they used was ambiguous enough that shippers interpreted it as proof that klance would become canon. When it inevitably didn’t and shit hit the fan, the staff backpedaled again. Stating that klance was never meant to be interpreted as romantic and we were all fools for thinking otherwise. That’s happened in the past so it’s a reasonable defence, except for the fact that scenes with Keith and Lance tended to contain unnecessary parallels to canonically romantic relationships, (the bonding moment paralleling an allurance scene in season six and their talk at the start of season eight paralleling two scenes, hunay in season one and l*tura in season five). So it’s not unreasonable to be a little suspicious there. Klance was huge on the internet, it’s impossible for the crew to have been completely unaware of what they were doing.
Next I wanna talk shippers. I’m not saying that being disappointed that a ship didn’t become canon is a bad thing. But when you act like that’s the worst thing Voltron did amidst the sea of ableism, racism and homophobia it gets a little tiring. The fact that so many klancers rushed to demonize Allura after season seven and eight and add on that I saw more people complaining about klance not becoming canon king than Allura dying a completely unnecessary death to redeem L*tor of all people was the final straw. I washed my hands of klance and Voltron as a whole.
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So that’s my review of V*ltron. I was gonna do a separate review of season eight but I didn’t even finish s8 and to be honest it probably wouldn’t have been any more than the words “Fuck Vee El Dee, Allura Deserved Better” in big pink letters. And I know I probably made someone angry with this review but if you actually managed to stick around my ramblings all the way to the end then I salute you regardless of whether or not you agree with me.
#voltron legendary defender#voltron#v*ltron#v slur#klance#anti klance#(kinda?)#allura deserved better#justiceforallura
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Languages of Saints - C.R (3/10).
Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Carter Baizen).
Prompt: “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
Masterlist
A/N: welcome to the longest chapter so far, even with some changes i do plan on moving forward with the story.
Part 1 | Part 2
Feedback is always appreciated.
Monday.
It’s a surprise to your supervisor, Harold, early Monday morning when you sent him a quick text that you will not be coming to work that day due to being sick. It’s not that you don’t have the compt time for it, you have way too much actually, but it still makes him question your actions a little, not that he would say that outloud, especially with Marcy nearby. God knew that woman was ready to flick a sexual harassment filing to HR at a moment’s notice, it was just the age he lived in he guessed. However, that and the usual coffee break gossip leave his head when a man in a blue tailored suite walks into the floor that houses all the accountants and analysts’ offices. He wears confidence in an annoying sort of way, as he calls on everyone to meet him up front with a pair of lawyers behind him.
“My name is Carter Baizen,” the younger man declares grinning at the sound of his own name,”As of last Friday, Wyman Co. is under my direct management.”
The small crowd murmurs amongst themselves, as Carter’s smirk turns devilish. This was his favorite part of the act, reminding others that their livelihoods where in his hands. He might be considered a Saint to some, but to others he was the goddamn devil. It might have not been the best thing, the morally right thing to do but Carter Baizen was here to remind everyone (and himself at times) that he was worth something -- even at the cost of others. However, through all the dramatics, there was something that he needed to know more than anything else -- where his goddamn money was.
“However, it seems that there is some money missing from the annual report and statistics I was given” Carter keeps going on with his act, as he shakes the packet of papers the black-suited man gives him, “I hear you are the best group of accountants and analysts this side of Wall Street.”
Everyone stays silent as he gives the punchline of his speech, “You have until Friday to find me the missing 2 million dollars, if not this whole department is fired.”
Carter gives the appalled crowd a shiteating grin before leaving, but instead of freaking out like most other groups would - the financial team of what was formerly Wyman Co. huddle up and look at Harold. He drags a hand through his thinning hair before looking at the chubby-cheeked, brown-eyed Marcy.
“Send her a detailed email of everything that just happened,” Marcy nods before running to her cubicle, “I want you guys searching, for any inconsistencies and you send it to either her or Nick -- they’re gonna be our A-team on this. Understood?”
“Understood!”
If only you, fighting with Monsieur over the blanket, knew what you were in for.
Tuesday.
Rocio’s mother sends you an urgent email on Monday evening asking where her daughter has been since Friday and in all honesty you can’t answer because she hasn’t answered your messages and her Instagram has been oddly cryptic --with dark and blurry shots-- since you left the party. It’s around that time you see the email from Marcy, with her panicked voice ringing in your head-- about what had happened at work, and it doesn’t really surprise you -- the company had been tanking for awhile now, but the thing about Mr. Baizen -- that’s what gets you up with a headache and your best set of footwear.
“How are you even awake?” Nick asks, as you wait for the elevator to reach your level. The dark-haired man shakes his head, as you motion towards the cup of coffee in your hand.
“It’s just like college, pills and coffee,” you state, voice still raspy from your sickness and the lack of sleep the email had given you. Honestly, it felt like that time Rocio made you go to a frat party the night before your last statistics finale. You shrug, as Nick gives you those eyebrows of disapproval though you knew he understood from his own sleepless night as a new dad.
“Let’s do this, Nicholas,” you chug your coffee, knowing that the burnt kind is already being made in the break room.
“Right behind you,” he remarks, as you frown for only a moment.
“Please stop,” you laugh, ignoring the tightness in the back of your neck that you always get when someone is watching you, “I don’t want Matt after me again.”
Nick laughs, as the two of you head to your offices and begin going into the pile of documents that the rest of the floor has assailed your dropbox with, completely unaware of a certain man watching the proceedings, though you are aware the office watching you through the glass walls, making it obvious that their hopes are leaning all on you.
Wednesday Night.
It’s in the minor details, that’s something you learned early on in this job. You have to be meticulous, if not money could slip out of your hands, and that’s something that rich people hated the most -- losing money that they didn’t spent themselves. But, between hour 5 and hour 12 you get somewhere with a little thing Nick says that makes Marcy laugh during breaktime. It’s the little things that accumulate -- that stupid saying doesn’t leave your head, so you start looking into the little things, a monthly payment here or a downpayment there. It’s all in the same area, though never under the same name.
“The last CEO bought out his lover with gifts,” you explain to Nick and Harold in the mid afternoon meeting the three of you are having, though that isn’t the half of it. You wouldn’t let them know, if it could possibly spill out and cause a bigger mess -- people still lost their jobs, with this the old boss just looked bad.
“Every dollar accounted for?” Harold ask, as you nod. Nick is going over the numbers once more, because he secretly knows that you’re not that good at math, never been one for a calculated risk.
“So, you agree to present this to Mr. Baizen tomorrow?” Harold asks, bright eyes and grabby hands. You roll back your shoulders and give him a tight smile.
Calculated risks have never been your go to, but look at you now.
Thursday Night.
Harold sends the report bright and early the next morning, so that Mr. Baizen’s attorneys and whoever else had time to look over it. You just tried to stay alive for the rest of the day. You know what ignoring your illness wasn’t the best thing for you, but your work and livelihood were on the line -- one that you loved dearly. The healthcare benefits could pay if you got sick and maybe if you died, and while that was a little morbid, it was how you felt by the end of day. You hoped you died before you meet said Carter Baizen. However, Lady Luck was not on your side when 4pm rolled around and you were standing in front of his office door at the top of the highrise that housed the company.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Baizen,” you say, holding some folders and in your best business outfit, trying not to lose your voice. The man turns to you and for a moment you’re in shock -- the guy from the party. You want to say something, but you are going to be a professional. You are going to fight for your job, though you can’t help but frown at the crooked grin he gives you while stating your last name.
“So let’s talk,” Carter declares, as he takes a seat and you follow him. On top of his desk are several folders, the whole meeting of the company’s missing money takes nearly 40-45 minutes and you’re surprised he’s paying attention and taking notes, like he cares about the company. However, what catches his attention, ignoring the whole mistress of the former CEO is the markings on your paper from the last few months that aren’t in his report. You’re about to go into that when he finally speaks up.
“I think you should stop talking,” Carter states coldly, as you look at him from across the wooden table. You look at him and back at the paper, hating that you put two and two together so quickly. Carter Baizen had owned Wyman a lot longer than just last week, it was just that the old CEO couldn’t handle what the dark-haired man in front was doing anymore, so he finally bought the old fool out.
It was one of the oldest tricks in the game.
“You swindle funds into other things, don’t you? Scarier things ,” he doesn’t say anything about your accusation, but the dark look in his blues eyes is telling you to shut up, not that you were ever any good at that either, “And you use your accountant as scapegoats, is that why you fire the whole department when you come in? Every time?”
“Usually,” he remarks while smiling like the cat caught the canary., as you tighten your hands into fists at his carelessness for others, “I could still do it, but you already know.”
“Please don’t fire the department,” you plea angrily, as you slam your hands onto his desk though it doesn’t seems to phase, “You saw how good they are this week. Anything, I’ll even be your fucking scapegoat. But, there are good people out there.”
“ Anything ?” he cocks an eyebrow, as you scowl. Rich people were truly disgusting.
“I mean, not anything . I’m not looking for 50 shades of Gray here, Mr. Baizen,” you try to save yourself by being polite in the end, but his shaking head just shows that he caught the underlying disgust in your voice. However, he chooses to ignore it.
“Well, you’re not Dakota Johnson,” he states and for a moment you want to laugh at his weak rebuttal.
“I don’t think brunettes are your type, if I recall correctly,“ you answer back as he glares at you, but all you do is shrug -- I mean who doesn’t read a tell-all when it had a the juiciest gossip about NYC, at least that’s how you remember it being promoted. Rocio is the one that really told you everything, she was a talkative drunk, after all.
“Well then, I’ll keep up my end of this bargain,” Carter concedes, almost too quickly, “And you keep yours.”
“Understood, Mr. Baizen,” is all you say before trying around and that’s when everything starts to get dizzy once more, as your fever sneaks up to you with the fear you have been ignoring as well. Carter Baizen could be one scary person if he wanted to be , are your last thoughts as you let out half a curse before blacking out completely. You never hear the rushing footsteps coming towards you.
Friday Morning.
You wake up in your apartment mid afternoon with Monsieur meowing at your side. You feel awful with your throat clogged up and your eyes barely able to open. It was like you crashed into a monster truck only to get thrown into a brick wall. However, by muscle memory, the first thing you do is check your phone -- a little scared of wondering how you exactly you got here since the last thing you remember is talking to one Carter Baizen, who might be the one that had messaged you a couple of hours ago.
To show you that I am a nice guy, take all of next week off. You look awful, Stats. But, the following Monday starts your new workload -- CB.
“Oh, Mon. What did I get myself into?” you groan before throwing your phone into the abyss that was your room as Monsieur keeps meowing for your attention.
Part 4
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so I had a season 2b/3 predictions post in my drafts that’s been sitting there since the bar mitzvah episode but now that so many Things have happened I feel like I kinda need to redo it. funnily enough I predicted juffy (but it was one-sided), ham having a midlife crisis (although the midlife crisis was linked to ham having a health scare that caused him to try to ‘live every day like its his last’ and not ham being so Done with his family that he just leaves them for india) and the post also mentions tyrus and g*briel coming back (neither have been been confirmed yet but they’re very likely) so! here’s my New and Improved list of Season 3 Predictions/Ideas:
[Disclaimer: I doubt a lot of this will happen bc my mind automatically goes for the most melodramatic scenario. This is still disney channel and they’re too cowardly to go thru with like half of this tbh. also tw for minor abuse mention!]
The G*briel Plot
-g*be comes back and reminds bex of “””why she can never marry anyone””” just as bowie is about to bring up maybe getting back together again. the reason why they shot a wedding scene and the whole green screen thing is bc bex has a nightmare about marrying bowie but then everyone’s heads turn into gabe’s. the following is literally copy and pasted from the first post and tbh I don’t think things will happen this way anymore (I originally thought miranda wasn’t going to be a snake and that her and bowie would get married, leading bex to run back to g*briel so andi could have a father figure in her life again) but it’s still a p interesting plot I think so: g*be’s an abusive asshole. it’s still disney so I doubt they’d show that much but like…he’s very manipulative and he kisses bex really hard all the time in front of everyone and he’s super possessive, etc. he gives bex the silent treatment every time she hangs out with bowie and thus the whole “ask if they’re mad 3 times” thing and on the third time he always yells at her in front of andi. andi notices all of this and tells bowie but bowie thinks she’s just saying that to break bex/gabe up so she can get back with bowie. that is until he witnesses the tomfoolery himself when the couples are on a double date so bowie takes her aside and starts questioning her but bex lies and this whole ugly thing continues on for several episodes until bex and satan have one last fight that goes too far (he says something about andi probably) thats about to get physical and andi strolls in w/ a phone in her hand like 91 fucking 1 bitch. pack your bags ur going home rat! and he’s finally gone and andi tells bex that she doesn’t need another dad if it means bex puts herself thru that kinda torture. and they have another closure ceremony <3
The Divorce Plot
-ham decides to permanently travel the world. he probably comes back for an episode to get cece to sign them divorce papers. this starts a huge plotline that will probably get ignored after 2 episodes lbr here but we finally see cece SNAP bc the way she’s been behaving lately has definitely been leading up to that
-bex is going off the rails at this. she starts slacking at work and the business that caused the rift in her parents’ marriage in the first place is starting to fall apart. the light bill is going unpaid and bex is crumbling. she doesn’t want anyone to know so she makes andi stay at cece’s while she’s living in darkness. bowie visits one day and is like “tf happened to the lights” and bex has a breakdown. she tells him everything and bowie comforts her and offers to help (how? who the hell knows!). bex is so touched that she admits to having feelings for bowie still. bowie turns her down tho bc she’s in a rly emotional state and doesn’t want to take advantage of her.
-andi eventually finds out what’s been going on and tells cece. cece is the last person bex wanted to know about cloud ten struggling, as cloud ten was the only thing keeping cece sane. they eventually have a heart-to-heart and bex/andi encourage cece to get some closure from ham
The Wandi Plot/Death of Jandi
-wandi rises. they resolve to just be friends at the end of season 2 but after a lot of things that I’ll mention later, andi realizes walker was the one for her :’). they paint a mural alongside cloud ten and cece makes some offhand comment about them becoming a painting duo, which they LOVE. they go around the town offering to paint on the walls of local businesses and it’s rly cute. god can you imagine the montages?? andi is in puppy love however we have like 5 episodes of her despairing over if walker even LIKES her anymore after months of just being friends. the roles are reversed and she’s the one doing all these things to get his attention. bc he’s not an oblivious Fool like jonah, walker picks up on this relatively fast and wandi is official!!
-that leads us to what will come of jandi? they perish of course. andi starts getting jealous of jonah hanging out with all these high school girls and naturally there’s more and more miscommunication and jonah whines about her friendship with walker etc etc etc just break up already god. andi eventually realizes that she’s just not feeling it and she puts her foot down to bex that he’s just not right for her!! bc tbh at this point the only reason she still fw jonah is bc of bex’s constant encouragement
The Tyrus Plot
-tyrus happens obviously. if we ever actually get a real apology from tj (which I’m doubting at this point lol) this can happen smoothly. I kinda imagine tj trying to teach cyrus how to swim (swimming is definitely on cyrus’ list of things he can’t do) and the first time it happens tj is SO sure cyrus will be able to do it that he lets him go out on the deep end on his own and uh lmao ya boi almost drowns. buffy’s there and she saves him and she tells tj to stay away from cy bc hello he could’ve McDied and tj, crushed over the fact that cyrus could’ve met a watery grave, actually does what she says. cyrus tells buffy that it was his dumbass decision to go on the deep end tho, and tj didn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to do, so buffy relents. cyrus practices by himself and makes it his goal to learn how to swim in order to impress tj. he invites tj to the neighborhood pool one day as a surprise and he just like...cannonballs into the deep end (but he’s STILL not ready) and again almost fucking dies. tj saves him and he starts yelling at him a la titanic (”you’re SO stupid rose why’d ya do that huh???”) and then tj lets it slip that he would’ve mcfreaking lost it if something ever happened to cyrus bc “you mean a lot to me underdog” or w/e and during this whole rant cyrus realizes that he’s floating!! and he’s like yes bitch i did it im swimming! and tj’s so happy for him that he kisses him and cyrus almost drowns again from shock but it’s all good lol. maybe tj avoids him for a bit after the kiss bc cyrus’ reaction seemed like a rejection, but it wasn’t cyrus was honestly just shook to the core.
-cyrus lets tj know that he likes him too and they start dating. they definitely keep it a secret from the ghc for a while, probably until the midseason finale. maybe jonah finds out first and that’s how cyrus comes out to him and tells him that he used to have a crush on him too. jonah is flattered and cool w/ it. anyway at first tj doesn’t like going on rly public dates with cyrus, not bc he’s ashamed of him or anything, but bc he doesn’t want anyone to make fun of cyrus (he can take ugly remarks but he’d hulk out if anyone touched a hair on cyrus’ head). cyrus doesn’t care tho and the one time they go on a date, some kids from tj’s school (he’d be in high school by season 3 right?) start messing with them. tj does in fact hulk out but only when one of the demons says something about cyrus. cyrus hauls tj off the creep and they talk in private about not wanting to live in fear but also not wanting to get harassed everywhere they go. when cy tells andi, she tells them that maybe they’d be safer if they went on double dates with her and walker, and so that’s a thing and its cute
The Juffy Plot
-anyway by the season 3b, both wandi and tyrus are thriving. they all hang out a lot leaving buffy to feel like a fifth wheel. she hides it tho bc does she ever express her feelings? she soon finds out that jonah is feeling the same way, and he thinks andi and cyrus don’t rly want to hang out with him anymore. buffy starts inviting jonah to all their outings and anytime the two couples are on a double date or something, buffy and jonah decide to do something else together on their own. cyrus takes note of this and tries to push buffy to ask jonah out since they’re practically dating already but she refuses bc he’s still andi’s ex and that violates girl code or w/e.
-she goes to bex for advice! but she uses a hypothetical situation instead and changes names. bex, unaware that she’s telling buffy to go after her daughter’s ex, tells her to follow her heart but keep it a secret. meanwhile, jonah is slowly but surely realizing his feelings for buffy, and goes to bowie for advice. bc jonah’s a fool, he doesn’t know buffy has any feelings for him whatsoever, and he asks bowie how he can make her see him That Way. bowie, recycling ideas, tells him to perform a song for her but to do it as if he was just practicing and wanted to see if she thought it was a good song. jonah also doesn’t tell bowie that this is all for buffy lol.
-so jonah invites buffy to the record store to hang out while wandi and tyrus are doing wandi and tyrus things. he plays some song for her (chemistry perhaps?? i still haven’t heard it yet but if its as good as y’all say...) and buffy is all heart eyes!! until she assumes that he wrote that song for another girl. there’s more unnecessary tiptoeing and drama for an episode until jonah notices that there’s something Up with buffy (she started avoiding him) and demands to know what’s going on. she doesn’t feel like talking about fEeLiNgS so instead he challenges her to arm wrestle. if she wins, she has to fess up. buffy’s like “um?? so all I have to do is let you win” but jonah’s like “like you would ever do that lmao”. she almost lets him win but bc he starts taunting she slams his mf arm into the table!! she fesses up and jonah’s like :D bc duh bitch that song was for you this whole time. they keep it a secret bc of bex’s foolish advice but eventually cyrus finds out and tells them to tell andi. andi’s upset at first but she gets over it. the three couples live in harmony
The High School Plot
-we see more of the high school now that jonah (and tj?? unless he has to repeat a grade which is seeming likely actually) are there. jonah, who’s used to being the big man on campus, gets bullied for liking frisbee so much and is shamed into doing a “real sport” instead. he hates it and is miserable. he puts on a good face for the ghc bc he doesn’t want them to know he’s struggling. it eventually all comes crashing down when he has another panic attack (the first one in a while after starting therapy WHICH HE BETTER). also we get a look at his home life, I hc that he’s adopted and has a lot of foster siblings that have a lot of their own issues, so he constantly downplays his own bc he doesn’t want to be a “burden” and be abandoned again
-amber becomes a part of the crew and hopefully maybe just maybe is a lesbian. she starts hanging out with a bunch of sapphic baddies. she and jonah become friends and they help each other with their respective mental illnesses
-through jonah, buffy makes friends with the high school track lesbians <3 they adopt her. one of them tho is Evil and is jealous that some middle schooler is getting all of this attention from the captain so she tries to break buffy’s fucking leg akjhskjdhds I told y’all this was melodramatic
das it. disney you can send my paycheck to [redacted] within 10-12 business days.
#andi mack#disney PLS let me write ONE episode I keep asking and yet I receive nothing in return#tyrus#all i do is work and churn out plots for a tv show i never will be able to work on#long post
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Day 5- Amulet
Amora eyed the matching medallions dubiously, each dangling from a thin chain necklace.. “You’re certain these are the real deal?”
The old woman’s smile was missing several teeth, and Amora wasn’t certain how the woman seemed to stare right at her when her eyes were the milky white of the Midgardian blind, but she was confident in her response. “Not many mortals are left who would recognize the Amulets of Damballah. You needn’t worry about knock-off replicas. These are suitable for your needs.”
Amora searched the priestess’ body language for signs of deception, but found none. She would know, being a master of deceit herself. “I met Damballah myself, once. I thought his specialty was death, that he only worked with necromancers. How will a tool meant for the undead help me when the man is alive?” Madame whatever-her-name-was (Amora didn’t care) may be the expert in human Voodoo here, but Amora knew her gods.
The priestess threw her head back, cackling. “I have my own abilities, Enchantress. Those amulets will work on the dead and living all the same, now.”
Amora allowed herself to grin. It was time she finally got what she wanted.
…
Natasha was perched on the edge of the kitchen counter beside the coffee machine. “I like your new necklace,” she commented as Thor entered the room. Natasha always took a keen interest in Thor’s fashion, so she noticed any tiny changes in his everyday appearance. One of her favourite pastimes was playing dress up and makeover with Thor, partially because he was the only one who let her, and partially because it was just so entertaining. His massive demigod body managed to look good in everything from speedo to ballgown. It was also no secret that his hair was the most luscious of the group, which allowed for a myriad of experimentation for style.
Steve was off on his morning run, Phil was out of town for a mission, and Clint and Bruce were still in bed, so Tony was the only one else in the room. He lifted his head off his arms to see who she was talking to and quirked an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you liked jewelry. This opens a whole new world of possibilities for Christmas gifts.”
Thor grinned proudly. He headed for the poptart cupboard. “My beautiful lady, Jane Foster gave it to me. She said it was a symbol of our undying love, and she has a matching one. I will cherish it with all of my being.”
Now that he was closer, Natasha could see the details. The medallion matched the shade of gold that draped around Thor’s neck, and a snake was the only decoration. “Is Dr. Foster into snakes?”
Thor looked thoughtful for a moment. “She has never mentioned them, but I suppose she must! I thought maybe the snake was a Midgardian symbol of companionship I was unaware of.”
Tony’s head had dropped back down to his arms already, but he shook with laughter. Natasha threw a butter knife at his head. “Ow! No throwing my own silverware at me. I will terminate your lease. Don’t you test me.”
She didn’t look worried. “You never gave us leases. Don’t make fun of Thor if you don’t want punished.”
Tony rubbed at his head. Thor laughed his booming laugh. The sound always felt too loud in the enclosed kitchen, or indoors in general, really. Tony tried to hide the fact that it startled him by jumping up for more coffee. “I believe he was laughing with me.”
Natasha shrugged. “I think that was very sweet of Jane. How is she lately?” The astrophysicist sometimes came to live with them for months at a time, but it had been awhile. It was as sporadic a living arrangement as Thor, who whisked off to Asgard or landed in the roof without warning.
“She fairs well. She is giving a speech at an important conference next month.” Natasha sometimes tried to imagine what the relationship was like between a scientist and a god. The idea just seemed so alien. The two seemed to both be obsessed with other worlds or realms, so she supposed that could be what they shared most. But can a human really understand a centuries old warrior-king?
“I’ll have to see if I’m going to that, I’m sure Pepper will know. Maybe I can get you an invitation, buddy,” Tony pat Thor’s bicep. “I’m off to the lab now, seeya later, probably,” he shouted over his shoulder. It was that time of year again. The Avengers all knew by now that seeing Tony at all was a rare occurrence in October. The man practically worked non-stop for a month straight.
Steve returned with a light sheen of sweat. Natasha noticed he always seemed to run harder October mornings. He also exercised more in general. Her theory was that Steve needed to let off extra steam and distract himself more constantly to ward off feeling lonely while Tony was squirreled away in his lab. The supersoldier usually had unfettered access to Tony’s domain and spent hours just watching the genius work or sketching him, but not in October. Tony had forbid him because his ‘ass was too distracting.’
“Captain!” Thor welcomed. “We should spar today, it has been too long.”
Steve chuckled. “We just sparred last week! But sure, lord knows I’ve got time. Meet down there in an hour? I need some calories.” He was already raiding the refrigerator, pulling out an egg carton, bacon, and orange juice.
“A week can be an eternity when excitement is missing from your life,” Thor said mysteriously. He passed Bruce on the way out.
Bruce waved his greetings, heading straight for the tea. The group sat in companionable silence while Steve made his feast. Bruce liked to read the newspaper in the mornings. Tony kept trying to explain that a physical paper was a waste and called printing presses obsolete, but Bruce liked the feel of it. He could control the pace with which he absorbed the news instead of feel overwhelmed by the fast talking reporters on TV. Plus he liked the crosswords.
When Steve went down to the gym, Thor was already there. Steve looked at him from the doorway, curious. He looked like he was meditating. His body was still, his eyes closed. It was odd; Steve didn’t think Thor could be still. He was always so energetic. His eyes snapped open, and Steve felt the blush at being caught staring. Thor didn’t mention it though, just hopped to his feet excitedly. “Come, let us battle!”
Steve shook his head fondly. Thor brought enthusiasm to everything he did. “Only if you think you can take me,” he joked.
“I’ll go easy,” Thor boasted. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get injured.”
Thor was decidedly not going easy. The serum meant that Steve could hold up against Thor better than the others, minus Hulk, but Thor was fighting with more ferocity than usual. Steve narrowly dodged another blow, thankful they were fighting bare-handed. Even with the shield, Steve was sure Thor could hurt him with Mjolnir if he wasn’t careful. He managed a kick to Thor’s side before rolling away again. His best strategy with the god was always to stay out of reach.
“I thought,” pant, “we were just,” pant, parry, “sparring.”
Thor backed off a little, slowing his movements while they spoke. “We are.”
Steve danced around him, trying to find an opening. “You seem like you’re going harder than usual,” he was concocting a strategy. Thor always turned right to spin if you got behind him. If Steve could get him to go for the turn and manage to roll and pop up in front of his left, Thor would be wide open. He’d have to be very fast. Speed was his friend against a bigger opponent.
It had to be Steve’s imagination, but Thor seemed to sneer at him. Thor didn’t sneer. “I play to win.”
Suddenly wary that something was wrong with his teammate, Steve decided it was time to be done with this. He had a feeling Thor wouldn’t just let him bow out either. He leapt behind the god, and took action when Thor started to turn. He popped up to see Thor face to face with him. He had seen through the ploy.
Thor took advantage of Steve’s surprise and landed a solid gut punch. Steve actually left the ground momentarily before slamming into the mirror behind him. Some of the glass trickled away around him as he tried to regain the breath knocked out of him. Thor drew closer, but instead of kneeling to apologize or ask if he was okay, Thor smacked his head back against the wall. The world went dark.
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The silence was deafening and sudden after the blasting metal from a moment ago. Tony looked around in confusion. “Sir, Steve has been injured in the gym while sparring with Thor,” JARVIS informed him.
Tony didn’t ask questions. If JARVIS felt the need to alert him, it wasn’t just a minor injury. The elevator was fast enough to throw him off balance but he remained upright. When he arrived, Natasha and Clint weren’t far behind. The scene in front of him didn’t make sense. Steve was sitting against the mirror, chin against his chest, clearly unconscious. Behind him, Tony could make out the blood smeared on the wall from his head.
Tony didn’t even notice Thor, too busy sprinting to his boyfriend’s side. Thor waited patiently off to the side, until Tony was on his knees trying to wake Steve. Natasha and Clint were too far away to stop the god.
“Tony, watch out!” Clint cried.
Tony whipped around just in time to get suckerpunched. He felt his nose break and was lying on the ground. The room spun. What was happening? He tried to lift his head, but something was in the way. He was choking. Tony blinked hard and Thor came into focus above him. But it couldn’t be Thor. His supposed friend was expressionless as he waited for Tony to stop fighting.
“It has to be an imposter, JARVIS! Scan him, who is it!?” Natasha shouted as she managed to tackle Thor away from Tony’s prone form. Tony coughed and sputtered, thankfully not dead.
“According to my scans, it is Thor. I have no explanation,” JARVIS sounded as afraid as a program could.
Clint cursed, “Shit.” He had Thor/not-Thor in a full nelson, but he was too strong to be immobilized. Natasha hit him in the head with a weight to no effect. “Where the fuck is the Hulk!? He can actually do something against this guy!”
“Dr. Banner is not waking at my prompts, and is in his bed. His vitals indicate he may have been drugged.” JARVIS explained.
Thor threw the humans off with little effort with a shout of triumph. “You will all die! Then I can return to my beloved Amora!” he thundered.
It hit Natasha like a ton of bricks. The Enchantress. The necklace had to be controlling their friend somehow. Thor had told her about the Asgardian woman who was obsessed with Thor. She had tried many times to make him fall in love with her. They had to get the damn thing off!
A gun shot rang out, and everyone spun to see the new arrival. Phil was standing in the doorway to the gym, eyes wide and gun pointing at Thor. His bags were beside him on the floor, indicating he had just arrived. The bullet bounced uselessly off of Thor’s skin, leaving only a shallow mark. “Hit the chain around his neck!” Natasha shouted, praying he’d hit it. Phil was a good shot, but he was no Clint and it was a small target.Thor screamed in rage but the next shot hit the chain and the medallion hit the floor with a loud clang.
The effect was immediate. Thor went still, looked around like he had just woken up. They watched him slowly take in his surroundings, the horrified look solidifying on his face. “What-” he choked off. “What have I done?” His voice was quiet but echoed through the silent gym. He dropped to his knees, a sob ripping through him.
Natasha wished there was time to comfort her traumatized friend, “Coulson, Bruce’s room! Clint, Tony! I’ve got Steve. JARVIS, can SHIELD pick them up at the landing pad?” No one argued, just snapped to.
JARVIS, bless him, was ahead of her. “Med evac team will land in approximately 3 minutes and are aware of the number of patients.”
Natasha allowed herself to look back at Thor as she threw Steve over her shoulder. His face was wet with tears, but he was glaring right through the medallion he now held in his hand. Everyone was going to be okay, medical was already almost there. Mjolnir landed in his hand, hard from somewhere else in the tower. Thor met her eyes for a moment before he was crashing through the window. She couldn’t blame him, but she desperately hoped he’d return after taking care of the Enchantress. He needed to know that none of them blamed him. He needed to know not to blame himself.
#fanfic#thor#marvel#enchantress#amora#avengers#avengers as a family#thearkoctoberchallenge2018#phil coulson#phil saves the day#i know this one is bad#i'm sorry#i tried#stony if you squint#natasha romanoff
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Boys Latin
So I wanted to add Boys Latin by Panda Bear to Ronan Lynch’s Mixtape but it seemed maybe like it would be more the kind of song that would remind Ronan of Adam or that Adam would somehow share with Ronan and it’d become theirs? Idek, whatever happened, I ended up writing this fluffy 1.5k explanation fic for this v specific headcanon - enjoy.
Adam first hears the song when his stoned hipster roommate, who’s name is Jack but who everyone calls Jeg for some reason, stumbles in late at night and says “Things are about to be realised. Let’s connect.”
Adam is all aches after a long day of hard work and hard study, always finding that the height of the desks compared to the chairs in the library leaves him cramped. He tries to do the mental arithmetic to work out how much of a dent Jeg is about to put in his oncoming battle between sleep and his existence this week. But thinking sort of aches too, so he gives up and resigns himself to it, knowing that losing this minor battle won’t lose him the war.
The statement itself is not an unusual one from Jeg in its vague pretentiousness or the oddly prophetic weight he gives the words or the fine line Jeg often toes between friendly sincerity and self-important irony.
Though he is sort of right this time.
He pulls out his MacBook from under his pillow, fumbling with it, making Adam’s stomach twist with his clumsy carelessness. Of course he has a MacBook, Adam thought when he first saw it. It’s covered with aesthetic decals and skate stickers that never fail to remind him with a twang of Noah - or who Noah had been, or who he should have been able to be - but at least he’s generous with it when Adam’s temperamental secondhand laptop starts acting up.
Jeg stumbles blearily onto Adam’s bed and into Adam’s space, curling up beside him, the comfort gremlin that he is, and probably causing Adam’s sheets to reek of weed again. Jeg is liberal with touch and seems to feel that all space is communal space. Although, while he does talk a lot of shit, he can actually be quite sweet and occasionally does come out with some interesting tidbits about anything from the tenets of Anarcho-communism, to the failures of Dogme 95, or the surprising nutritional and environmental impact of rice production and how rife it is with arsenic. He also shares memes with Adam constantly, which are something he’s only had scant contact with outside of Murder Squash hell up until this point, and which Adam is slowly getting the hang of. And its nice to have a friend around, even if Adam doubts he’ll ever feel anywhere near as close to him as Gansey or Blue or Noah or Henry. Certainly not Ronan.
The first time Ronan smelt green on Adam’s sheets he quirked an eyebrow at him and said “Why Parrish, I didn’t realise how many plants you got down and dirty with these days without Cabeswater taking you for a joyride.”
Adam, hazy around the edges with sleep, and latent stress, and the proximity of his boyfriend with that unreasonably sexy smirk on his face, his very sprawl across Adam’s bed a distracting taunt, said “It’s not me, Jeg’s been rubbing himself all over them.”
Which, yeah, admittedly wasn’t the best way to go into that explanation.
Ronan had tensed, Adam had backtracked, soothed, clarified.
“So he just gets into your bed, just like that.”
“Ronan, he’s just a goddamn golden retriever with a philosophical streak. He’s like a tactile, blazed beagle who likes to howl right in my ear. Thankfully not always the right one, he hasn’t quite worked it out yet and I’m not gonna help him.”
Adam may have deliberately smudged his accent a bit, may have ghosted his fingers along Ronan’s arm and tangled them with his own, in order to defuse the situation. It may have worked.
Alhough Adam still sighs at the inevitable look he’s going to receive when Ronan catches Jeg’s signature sheet-stink again.
“That sigh is an overture, man, this is the real shit, the good shit, get ready for it to hit us into orbit.” Jeg tells him sagely.
Adam isn’t sure what that means until it starts.
Jeg has YouTube open, and while the name Panda Bear rings approximately zero bells for Adam, the song’s title Boys Latin piques his interest. And as Jeg makes the video full screen and hits play, that starts to hit home for him too. It’s not a forest, but he can’t help but think of Cabeswater. Of Cabeswater pulling at him, changing him, as the guy on the screen is altered by his surroundings, his skin merging with the ecosystem. As he finds another guy who’s tied to this space too; who tangles with him. As they pull a child out who’s been hidden away, trapped there, and walk off into the sunset together, hand in hand.
And the song. The song itself is oddly haunting. Repetitive and electronic, its somehow nothing like Ronan’s music but seeped in it all the same. A smoothed-out, softer, dreamier iteration. The chanting feels like scrying, putting Adam in a trance, words half registering and then growing in impact as they’re sung again and again and again.
Beasts don't have a sec' to think, but
We don't 'preciate our things, but
Dark cloud descended again
Has a dark cloud descended again?
And a shadow moves in
There’s something so familiar in them. Nostalgic and dreadful and lovely and aching and impalpable and supernatural and significant.
When it finishes, Jeg closes over the laptop. Catching the look on Adam’s face, whatever that look may be, he nods with altogether too much gravitas and says “The. Real. Shit. We’re reborn together, man. Fucking Panda Bear. Goddamn. I feel raked over, like I just listened to Feels for the first time, you know? Goddamn.”
Adam doesn’t know. What Jeg means specifically or what is going on in general. But it’s something. Something is solidifying right at the heart of Adam Parrish to the sound of the song that’s still whirling around Adam’s head.
“He’s a goddamn king, I’m telling you, man. God but you should listen to his earlier stuff too, like Mr Noah. ‘Cause that’s his real name. Noah. And Animal Collective. Strawberry Jam is my jam, dude-“
But Adam’s still stuck on Noah. His name is Noah. He has a song called Boys Latin. It sounds like some deep iteration of a closed off piece of Adam’s unknowable psyche. And the video, to Adam, reeks of Cabeswater and Ronan and Opal.
It sticks with him for days. For a couple of weeks. How uncannily it all aligns into the perfect constellation.
It’s when Ronan drops by in his BMW and takes him out for a meandering drive through the nearest fields he can find that Adam asks “Do you mind if I put on a song?”
Ronan, looking curious at this, nods.
And then the song fills the car, as loud as the sound system is nearly permanently set to, winding its way around them both and leaking out their rolled down windows.
Adam can’t help but watch Ronan to see if it makes impact. Biting his lip for a second when it does.
(And Ronan can’t help but watch this Adam, swaying slightly to the beat, hair blowing just so in the wind like the music is caressing him on its way out into the world. He can’t help but take a moment to absorb and catalogue this incarnation of Adam Parrish, looking unguarded and so very at home in his skin.)
They both sit hypnotised for a moment. Then Ronan asks “What is this?”
“Boys Latin. By Panda Bear. Did you know his name’s actually Noah?” He asks, even though both of them were unaware that there was an artist to know this about until the song came along.
Ronan hums at that. Then he’s pulling in at the side of the road. Then he’s tugging at Adam, arranging them forehead to forehead, staring at Adam’s hands in his.
“I appreciate you.” Ronan says, quietly, Adam just managing to catch the words.
He squeezes Ronan’s hands, and says “I know.” He let’s his nose nudge against Ronan’s and breathes out “I appreciate you too. I really do.”
“This song…” Ronan trails off, and it’s Adam’s turn to hum. “It sounds…”
“Yeah.” Adam says. “It does.”
Ronan looks up then, eyes startlingly clear, and Adam feels too much, feels it spilling out of him as the melody loops and loops. He surges forward as Ronan does too. He tastes salt and flesh and need on his tongue, and he can’t help but nip at Ronan’s lips. Can’t help but push deeper. Can’t help but clasp Ronan’s face between his hands, as Ronan groans softly. Can’t help but feel dizzily centred and understood and so much more than he ever thought he could be.
When he pulls back, long after the song had lapsed into silence, he doesn’t let go. “I knew you’d get it too.”
Ronan raises one hand up to feel along Adam’s knuckles, still pressed against his cheek. “It sounds like you.”
“It sounds like us.” Adam replies.
Ronan presses his lips against Adam’s once more, for a few delicate seconds, that seem to loop and loop once more, before he pulls back.
They slowly make their way back to campus, hands clasped together over the gear stick, and Adam still aches but he aches better.
#boys latin just reeks of pynch and adam parrish in particular i don't make the rules#adam parrish#ronan lynch#pynch#my writing#college fic#fan fic#pynch fic#trc fic#trc#the raven cycle#song fic#ronan lynchs mixtape#opal lynch#noah czerny
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