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So Just How Present Has This Ex Been, Anyway?
Out of curiosity to see how much my opinions have evolved about OF and its characters over the course of the series (season?), I've been going back over a bunch of my own posts since the beginning. While I will probably make another post about how wrong I was about some things (and how right about others, I do so love being right and pointing it out), what really struck me in light of all the back and forth about Sand (even if most of it doesn't actually seem to be about him at all, which is darkly hilarious to me in an episode that goes out of its way to highlight how Sand regularly ignores himself to make way for others) is just how early they started laying the groundwork for what's going on with Boeing.
This is an excerpt from something I posted in episode two. Please ignore the part about Ray (I know it's hard but we all have to make some sacrifices here) and think about it for a sec. As early as episode two there was groundwork that was laid down thick enough that I was picking up on it - I say this because I am not exactly the most observant person and I do tend to miss a TON on my first watch of these episodes. There's no background at all given yet, this is entirely based on the way that Sand looks during this "interview". Which is basically like he's Seen Some Shit (as an aside, I just love watching First make expressions and I think Sand is some of his best work. He's just so damn good at conveying so very very much with just the subtlest changes. First what even is your face).
I also noted in this episode that Sand...doesn't talk about himself. That he answers direct questions but he doesn't volunteer information (and I'm getting ahead of myself here but we see this in action again in ep 5 - he says he has dreams but explicitly does not elaborate until Ray asks him directly what his dreams are. At the time I was not as cognizant of that because I was too busy being surprised that Ray would even ask - I had a Ray hating reputation for a reason, guys - but in hindsight (and while thinking about this post) it struck me. We also see him really hesitate before telling Ray about his dad even though it's in response to a direct question (and he doesn't give him the entire truth, as we find out later). It's also the ep where we see Sand treating his own birthday like it's any other day, nothing important).
The second is that there are still times when he's looking at Ray that I don't see fondness, reluctant or otherwise. I see a man assessing how likely it is that the animal in front of him is going to bite. But more and more I am beginning to think I'm delusional because the guarded, emotionally unavailable man I sometimes think I see in Sand is not the one I'm getting in scenes like one in the car after the party
This is not a screenshot because it's in the middle of a paragraph and would look weird but it's from episode 3. Because there was this way Sand had of looking at Ray (you know the one: head tilted, taking him in like he was a bug under a microscope) that made me feel like I was taking crazy pills in between all the ways he was already folding for him at every moment.
But now, with the power of hindsight, it occurs to me that I might have been supposed to be seeing that. I just didn't have the information to know that it wasn't necessarily a reaction to Ray himself but a wariness he might be showing with anyone that he started falling for. Because Ex Trauma. Also I think now we see that in some ways Ray in the beginning especially was very like Boeing - getting into Sand's space regardless of how Sand may feel about it, ignoring Sand's attempts to put him off or tell him no because it's pretty obvious that if he pushes enough Sand will cave, etc - and maybe a part of Sand even registered that and reacted to it. Or maybe he's still just very fucked up from his last relationship and those feelings that he hasn't dealt with are already spilling into this new thing (for what it's worth, the second option feels most right to me).
By episode 4 it was very clear to me, apparently, that Sand had a metric ton of issues surrounding the ex.
Of course it was. That's the episode where Nick plays that far too often used recording. It's the episode where Nick says that compared to Top he feels like nothing, and Sand gets his patented War Flashbacks Look (TM) and says he knows exactly how Nick feels. It's also where we find out exactly what Top did that makes Sand hate him so much: "He stole my ex."
And I remember reading tumblr at the time (for my own sanity I do not have a twitter account and never ever will), as well as a few youtube comments and seeing people taking him to task for that line in particular. And while I agree, it's true you can't own someone so they can't be stolen and Boeing probably left all on his own (very clearly did, as we find out in future eps), to me this was the moment when I realized just how not over the whole thing (and I thought at the time, the ex himself) Sand really was. Because you don't hang onto that kind of anger if you've come to terms with something. And usually (not always but usually), you aren't quite so eager to keep the blame hanging all on the person that the ex left you for if you've moved past what happened. Even if Top actively pursued Boeing knowing that he was with Sand (and as of yet we have zero indication that was the case, and honestly probably won't unless they plan to drag Sand's Boeing Shit into another season), surely some of the blame would have to go on Boeing too, since he was the one who was actually in a relationship? But nope, that's not what Sand's doing, which told me all I needed to know about where his head was at regarding said relationship.
Just putting this here because this was me in episode five. LOL had I known how much the reaction to it would annoy me I might not have been so eager (that is a lie I totally would have I am HERE for what this might be able to do for Sand guys you have no idea).
And if Episode 4 hadn't given me an inkling of where Sand's head was (or very much wasn't) at regarding his ex, episode 6 would have done the thing.
The man is so angry after he speaks with Top in the hospital (after the ex is directly and indirectly brought up) that he goes and straight up steals a sex audio and then uses it to point good old volatile Ray at Top's new relationship like a missile. That was unhinged. Utterly.
And the use of Ray was definitely deliberate. Oh, I know that there are schools of thought that Sand was also trying to torpedo Ray's chances with Mew while he was at it (and I guess that's why so many people were so weirdly smug about RayMew happening and Sand seeing it?), but I don't believe that. I do believe, however, that he knew that giving Ray that information would guarantee Mew would find out, and he had no issues blatantly using him to make that happen...but for me it leads back to Boeing.
Hear me out. I know that everyone was very focused on how Ray was trying to move on from Mew before Boston dropped his bomb and I get that, it makes total sense, but it might help to remember that he wasn't the only one. Here Sand is, taking what he thinks are steady if slow steps to having something real with Ray, letting him in in spite of still being guarded and taking care of those burns he got from Boeing, and then it's dropped in his lap that nope, all that was a farce, this guy he's been focusing on as a real option (maybe the first person he's done that with since Boeing) is in love with someone else and has been all along.
Now I'm not saying that he's correct in thinking this - but I am saying that Sand doesn't have any information that would make him think otherwise (and no, Ray being sweet with him is not it. Ray also made very sure to clarify over and over to Boston that he and Sand were just friends, they weren't like that, etc - whatever reasons he might have for doing it, that's what Sand hears, and he isn't psychic and can't intuit if Ray's lying to save face just in case Sand doesn't like him too or if he's lying because he doesn't want news that he's not entirely single to get back to Mew). At that point Ray didn't even know how he felt, lol, how on earth could Sand be expected to? He's drawing his conclusions based on the evidence he has - filtered through his own biases and past fuck ups, yes, but who isn't guilty of that?
Even though the situations aren't quite the same, it must have felt like Boeing all over again. And I will say until I'm blue in the face that Ray owed Sand nothing at this point, it really doesn't change that. And I completely understand why Sand's reaction was to retreat, to build back up his walls and to decide fuck it, I don't matter so why should he? Didn't matter before, don't matter now. And frankly he was way more upset about the end result than just about anybody else involved save Mew and Top. Possibly Nick. More than anything, what Sand's behavior in episode six told me was that whatever issues he had with the ex, he hadn't dealt with them.
And we've seen zero evidence of that changing. What we do see, over and over, is Sand letting the past affect his present. What we see is him being wary at best even when he has what he's clearly wanted almost this entire time - Ray right there next to him, all in on him and happy to be so. I said this episode that it did not escape my attention that Sand doesn't reciprocate Ray's affectionate words at all - he loves hearing them, but there's a way he responds that reads (to me) as rejection - not of Ray, he'd never, but of fully believing the things Ray's saying to him.
I've said it before and I'm going to say it again now: I do not believe that Sand's hesitation is about Boeing. It has nothing to do with Boeing beyond what Boeing did to him making him gun shy. This isn't a fight between Sand's feelings for Ray and his feelings for Boeing. It's a fight between his feelings about what happened with Boeing and what he wants now with Ray.
What I want, more than anything, is for this to be about Sand. Ray had his whole epiphany, he knows he's in and he's committed. But Sand hasn't had that. Even now there's a part of him that isn't fully in this thing - hence all the not really responding beyond smiles and shakes of his head when Ray's being ridiculous and calling him boyfriend every five seconds and telling him that he's got a mental rolodex of things about Sand, etc. I don't think it's a Ray issue specifically I think it's because he was all in once and not only did it break apart, but it did so in a horrible way, and even though he's moved on from *Boeing* (sorry but if the show wants me to think that he still loves that man it's doing a horrible job of it), he's not moved on from that pain and disappointment. I would love it Boeing pulls double duty once again and not only tests the foundation in this relationship but also breaks Sand out of that particular barrier.
What happened with Boeing has been, to my mind, woven through so much of this drama that I don't even think we need a flashback here. We don't need to see what their dynamic was like to see why Sand is so fucked up right now - it's all been there from the beginning. Sand put off really dealing with his feelings about what happened with Boeing, and now they're here smirking at him and making a bunch of insinuations that Sand has no real defense against. It's not surprising or confounding to me that Sand is dealing with it by trying his best not to deal with it, or that he wants to keep his new, shiny thing untarnished by the past (even though as I've gone to great pains to point out, it already has been). But he's not going to be able to get away with it this time. He has to deal with it in some way.
Personally I hope he deals with it by braining Boeing with his old guitar, but then I do have a violent streak when it comes to fictional characters.
#only friends#only friends the series#sand ofts#ex trauma man#boeing has been present this entire time#just not physically#which is why now that he is present physically it's fucking sand up#i needed to get this out because it's been bugging me a lot#hopefully now i can enter the last episode a lot more chill#i will defend sand's actions and reactions to the end just watch me
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Aventurine, the Waste Land, the black hole, and luck- analysis on aventurine's possible fate
possible spoilers for 2.1 trailblaze mission
possible tws for suicide/suicidal idealization, mentions of slavery, and a massacre
ok there is. a lot to unpack for this mission but I would like to focus on the references to The Waste Land (by T.S. Elliot, fucking amazing poem btw) that were in Aventurine's parts?
First of all the achievements- the "Sibyl, what do you wish for?" and "She answers, I wish to die" or something like that. That is the very first thing in the poem we see- to put a long story short, it's a reference to how there was this oracle named Sibyl in Greek Mythology, blessed to live forever by Apollo. Apollo got angry after she refused to have sex with him and cursed her so that while she would live forever, her body would slowly waste away, eventually becoming dust kept in a jar. A couple of boys one day come up to this prison jar and ask her "Sibyl, what do you wish for?" and then she answers that she wants to die. This could be a reference to Aventurine, who is always so lucky but at that moment truly didn't wish to be lucky, and really did want to die. Yet he was stuck, unable to live- considering he is something of a "chosen" of Gaiathra Triclops, she could be the one who cursed him, in disguise of a "blessing" of good luck.
second, the maze scene. there were two references here, both from the fifth(fourth? it's been a hot minute since I read this poem, the details aren't all clear) part of the poem. it talks about a deserted waste land, where rain never falls, there is only lightning and rocks/sand. this matches up with descriptions of sigonia, as a desert planet that's referred to as "the unclaimed desolation", and also some of those lines are directly said in the white text that floated around the maze(which i'll be referring to as floating text from now on). the second reference was also in the floating text, which talks about how "there is another presence/person beside us", or something very similar. I don't have the direct quotation, but this is also a direct reference- within the poem, there are two travelers in this "waste land", and the narrator mentions feeling a presence that wasn't truly there. According to Elliot himself, his inspiration for this part of the poem was from an account of an Antarctic journey, where the person who wrote the account said he and his men were so out of it due to exhaustion they had begun to hallucinate another presence who wasn't actually there. this is probably referencing how mini-aventurine and present-aventurine both exist, and have existed, but the future-aventurine technically does not exist yet and literally is just popping up, clearly not "real" in the physical sense but definitely there. within the poem, there are a lot of speculations between scholars about why Eliiot decided to add this hallucinated dude in but one popular theory is that it's Christ, in disguise, which is really interesting considering The Family's Christian imagery. something to watch out for when Aventurine returns to the story (he def isn't dead, but as to when he's returning... :( i can't get my hopes up) or if anyone else analyzes this more deeply.
now, why the waste land? it's universally considered a pretty depressing poem, about how the world after World War I was torn apart and collapsing in on itself, and portrays a lot of characters who aren't living life to their fullest at all. it references many famous texts and literary works, pointing at literature as an amalgamation of all other literature and also acting as a metaphor for how everything builds off each other, so one thing collapsing could result in everything collapsing. there are a lot of references to different religions as well. perhaps the best way to put it is that Elliot was portraying a world under threat of total collapse, and asks the reader if there is anything humanity can do to save it, or if we must simply salvage what we can. the ending also implies peace is a far-off, perhaps unreachable thing since everything is so discordant. but you get the idea at this point- the poem is about decay and rotting over time. I don't have the greatest grasp on either this poem or aventurine's psyche, but the 2.1 quest revealed a lot- he is an incredibly lucky person who is in a lot of bad situations but gets out every time, and has never lost a bet (despite his life otherwise being absolutely terrible). the waste land itself could simply be sigonia, and then perhaps aventurine himself is a representation of the characters within the poem. practically all scholars agree that in this poem, all the female characters coalesce into one character, and the male characters do so too, and then there is one uniting character between the "male" and "female"- tiresias, who according to Elliot has "foreseen and foresuffered all". he is described as the most important figure in the poem by Elliot himself. Tiresias is an androgynous figure, but is referred to with he/his. he also is the only one to say "I" in the poem, and despite the fact he is blind he can see all, even the future- in mythology, he was a prophet like the Sibyl. "what Tiresias sees is, in fact, the substance of the poem", as Elliot says- in other words, what he sees seems to be the closest thing to the truth you will get.
now obviously that's pretty valuable, considering literally everyone is lying in penacony (in the livestream they said the entire guest list is filled with question marks in place of names, implying everyone's identities there were fake- other than Sparkle's, but she's a Masked Fool and will trick people just for the hell of it, so not exactly the best ally). however (this is where speculation starts) I think this could be possibly very subtle foreshadowing for Aven's return! and I know this may sound delusional but. it's established he's not dead. his stone is out, but that's quite possibly because he's next to a fricking black hole and also Acheron possibly had "freed" him, in some sense? that conversation he had with her obviously changed a lot of things for him as a character, and she said she could break the harmony's bonds on him... also, clearly if he wasn't dead while waking up next to a black hole, that's certainly a surefire way to tell his luck hasn't run out yet. the entire mission was spent establishing his luck is perfect, given by the goddess of his planet, and will never fail him. this is like near emanator-level shit- obviously not quite in terms of any special power, but he was specifically chosen by this goddess, was born on a special day, and due to sheer luck is the last one standing of his clan (apparently). literally everything was set up against him and he's only still alive due to a literal goddess-given power, which is absolutely nuts and almost overpowered if it weren't for the fact that he also seems to be in many scenarios where luck and gambling is the only way to get out at all. the massacre, the enslavement, killing his old master, the weird warlord thing that got brought up, penacony... his luck is purely for getting out of bad situations, it seems.
that was kind of a tangent. anyway! the whole mission was establishing how good his luck was. he got into this situation where the only solution is to walk into a black hole and see the other side of penacony- that is a classic example of "there is an extremely, extremely narrow chance of getting out alive". acheron did it, or something similar, so clearly it's possible- but luck and chance would be the only way. this is the cycle of his life- he's in an absolutely shitty situation, but he will get out due to luck. imo it's a terrible idea writing-wise to keep him explicitly alive up to the very end and going into a situation- alive- which he can survive in due to his luck, right after giving him fulfilling conversation with both acheron and his past self and seeing the uplifting note from Ratio... just to offscreen him, or kill him for some reason related to this "other side of penacony". it wouldn't line up with all that we know about him now. granted, I can't imagine it'll be pleasant and his mental state will be even worse at the end of it... but he'll be alive, and he's made it through a lot of hellish situations. he might not like his luck all the time, and it can be either a blessing or a curse given the scenario, but he's kind of stuck with it- until he withers away, just like Sibyl. Death does seem to be inevitable, but as of right now it's not knocking on his door.
tldr: for now, our boy isn't dead and his luck might be a curse to him but it's clearly going to keep him alive for quite a bit longer :)
tysm for reading and have a nice day!
#honkai star rail#hsr#aventurine#hsr spoilers#my fav poem and my fav character#whoo!!!#acheron#(mentioned)#hsr theory#honkai star rail theory#kakavasha#my beloved <<<333#i wanted to squish mini-aventurine's cheeks SO BADLY whenever he came onscreen
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Hi, earthstellar here on anon because I'm old and don't understand why Tumblr won't let me send asks using my sideblog, time to be hype for octo!Ratchet and Mer Shenanigans:
So, octopuses have specific deimatic behaviours-- essentially, threat displays -- with the physical capability to do some cephalopod-specific stuff like flaring tentacles, spraying ink, changing colours in complex patterns with chromatophores etc.
But octopuses also have very different Sexy Stuff happening compared to fish-- Like the hectocotylus, or the Weiner Tentacle. And spermatophores, and all that good shit. And infamously the really sad thing where they defend egg nests until they die. (But we're not here for sad shit, we're here for degenerate shit.)
MY POINT: With the whole Drift/Rodimus/Wing/Ratchet situation, it might not just be the facility staff who are confused by the whole mer mating situation.
If Ratchet is the only octomer, he might struggle with trying to explain his specific mating behaviours to his mates, and there might be somewhat of a communication issue. At least at first.
I imagine at some point he gets Into It and his hectocotylus shows up and the others don't know what it is so Drift or Rodimus (most likely to be impulsive) just licks it or something thinking it's just another tentacle and OHHHHH SHIT they think they hurt him or made him mad or something because his tentacles all flair out before contracting around whoever just licked it and this may or may not cause a brief (but sexy) panic
But when any of the others are carrying eggs etc., he easily puts on the most extensive deimatic behaviour displays because there's something uniquely terrifying about a giant octopus person who has a whole shitload of physical strength and prehensile dexterity in each one of their massive, heavy, long limbs being suddenly extremely defensive and angry for reasons that the staff can't yet figure out
Especially because Ratchet is kinda old as far as the staff is able to estimate and he's mostly well behaved and less prone to doing stupid shit compared to some of the others at the facility, he's not usually a problem, but now he is A Terrifyingly Large Problem and the staff is just like throwing food in the top of the tank and getting the fuck out of there before Ratchet's tentacles can lash up out of the water and fuck them up
They might be worried about the non-cephalopods in Ratchet's shared tank, thinking he might present a risk to them, but Drift, Rodimus, and Wing won't let any of the staff approach the tank either unless it's for food or water pH balancing because they are all extremely protective of each other -- Moving Ratchet becomes a non-option immediately. (Not that the staff has a problem with that, once it's clear they're all OK-- They're just happy they don't have to try to figure out a way to move a heavily sedated, very heavy octomer.)
But the staff freaks out pretty much the entire mating season because they can't figure out the specifics lmao, some days the entire tank is impossible to see through because Ratchet's inked it up entirely in an effort to hide his mates, which makes routine observation impossible etc.
And all of Ratchet's unique cephalopod mating behaviours and defensive threat displays are somehow EXTREMELY SEXY to his mates, despite the fact that they're not 100% sure of the exact meaning of some of it
(and also at one point Ratchet scared the shit out of them by having a "camouflage panic" because he suddenly realised that no his mates do not have chromatophores and therefore cannot hide themselves as efficiently and this means they are easily spotted by Enemies and this is Not Good so whoever's currently carrying the eggs spent several days getting constantly dragged into the shadows of the tank or peppered in sand/silt/small shells/etc. by Ratchet in an instinctively overwhelming desire to Hide The Carrier lmao)
This could also be a temporary dramatic issue where his mates don't know why he's not touching them etc. for a little while and it turns out it's because Ratchet can produce certain toxins like tetrodotoxin (the shit that makes blue ring octopi so dangerous) and for a few days there he just can't control it, he's effectively extremely venomous for a bit because it's an instinctive thing he does to make himself more dangerous in case any predators approach his mates during the peak of breeding season-- But his mates are fish so he could potentially hurt them too!!! Oh fuck!!!
but it's fine, he naturally breaks the toxin down after like a week and then they all have Extra Good Doin It Times because they couldn't bone for a whole week and that's unbearable during mating season lmao (which is good because his tentacles were extra vibrant during that week and everyone found it Very Hot)
Anyway I'm asexual, sorry if this isn't horny enough. I just appreciate the vibes. lmao
oh that’s good. Ratchet having different body language and instinctual responses since he’s an octopus-person and the rest of them are, with some species differences, fish, causing a few misunderstandings and also incredible sexy times.
mhmmm i really like the thought of mating season coming in and Ratchet immediately secreting deadly toxins which wouldn’t hurt another octo-mer but would absolutely decimate his partners and now he’s completely cut off from them for a while, pretending he’s okay with listening to them fucking every night, as if his array wasn’t throbbing the entire time. His mates are then subject to an extremely horny octo-mer once the toxin breaks down and he can finally get some transfluid flowing between them...
Also consider... Ratchet, in his post-toxin frenzy, managing to knock up all three of his mates somehow. Now he’s the sole sire in the tank and it turns his threat displays from mildly creepy to the staff to absolutely-the-fuck-no. No one is to approach the tank. The guy who brings the food barely makes it in before he’s already running. Ratchet has to climb up on the little platform and grab the food for his mates because it’s usually left right there by the door. He has now turned from the older, docile mer who occasionally chats with the staff into a goddamn, eight-tentacled menace.
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Okay, so I was a bit high whilst watching Only Friends this week, so my live blogging is a little rambly and dramatic XD
* MEW HAS TWO MUMS OMG
* OMG Boston’s cocky face, I want to punch it (I love you Neo)
* Oh gosh, the way Ray keeps looking at him - HE KNOWS HE KNOWS
* OMG HAS BOSTON TAKEN NICK ON A DATE TO THE WATER SKIING (they must have had a ball filming this show)
* YES NICK CALL HIM OHT ON HIS BULLSHIT
* OMG IT WAS DRAKE WHO RECORDED BOSTON AND OH MY FUCKING GOD NICK’S FACE WHEN BOSTON CALLED DRAKE DISGUSTING FOR THE RECORDING OOOOOHHHH BOY
* DRAKE’S NAME IS GAP OKAY
* SAND YOU ARE SUCH A MUMMYS BOY AND A CARER AND I LOVE YOU
* THAT FUCKING NOSE SCRUNCH I CANT HANDLE THIS
* Sand is so open with his mum and I love that. The way he was like YEAH WE FUCK BUDDIES I can’t
* Btw Sand’s mum’s make up is stunning - that eyeliner
* Oh no MEW AND TOO ARE ALSO THERE LETS NOT FIGHT BOYS
* UGH TOP I LOVE YOU RVEN THOUGH IM CONSTANTLY SCRUTINISING YOU
* OH NO TOP AND SAND INTERACTION AND SAND KNOWS
* Okay, so I totally understand Sand’s need to be rude to Top, but Too was actually being genuine initially. The thing is, it’s the way Top says things.
* Yeah, it’s gonna turn out Top and Sand are brothers, it has to. It’s my head canon until it’s actually canon.
* Oh no, don’t let Top into your head baby boy. WHY DID YOU SMASH YOUR PHONE?
* Oooh we having a sneaky plan, Sandy boy? OMG IS HE GOING TO STEAL THE RECORDING?! OR DID HE SEND IT TO RAY?! OMG I AM HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN MY FRIENDS
* Top is such a cunt but he so sweet with Mew, idec what anyone else thinks. Minus the cheating he’s a good boyfriend. (I can’t believe I just fucking typed that) he’s so fucking cute.
* RAY BABY YOURE FINALLY HERE
* OH NO Sand is going to tell Ray isn’t he? I FEEL SO WORRIED
* Ugh I hate the way Ray is just like “are you not okay I like someone else” because that fucking hurts when they say that to you
* Oh fuck the way Ray grabbed that ball and the music suddenly dropped to a negative my stomach dropped
* IT WAS THE RECORDING HE STOLE AND FUCK RAY LOOKS SO FUCKING ANGRY but you can tell it’s because of what’s been done to his friend not just because he likes him
* OH GOD SAND IS REALLY GETTING HIS OWN BACK THIS EPISODE AND ALL HES DOING IS TELL THE TRUTH
* OH NICKY BABY YOU JUST KEEP BEING AROUND WHEN PEOPLE SAY THINGS THAT ARE GONNA HURT YOU
* UGH TON JUST NEVER THINKS BEFORE HE SPEAKS AND NICK NEEDS TO STOP LYING ABOUT HIS FEELINGS
* Ton. TON. You can not defend sleeping with your friend’s boyfriend. Stop.
* Why does Book look weird without glasses now?
* BOSTON IS ABSOLUTELY SHITTING HIMSELF AT THIS PARTY
* Cheum, you do not help any situation in which you are in.
* BOSTON DO YOU WANT TO DIE? BECAUSE THIS IS HOW YOU DIE.
* I DONT KNOW WHY BUT NY HIGH ASS WAS LIKE IMAGINE SOMEONE GOT MEW NEW GLASSES FOR HIS BIRTHDAY HOW FUCKING FUNNY WOUKD THAT BE
* OMFG TOP THAT IS THE CUTEST PRESENT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
* BOSTON AND RAY LOOK PHYSICALLY SICK
* OH MEW FUCK OFF WITH THE COMMENTS ABOUT RAY’S DRINKING YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM BY DOING THAT
* Okay, so I get wanting your friends to be healthy and safe but the way Ray treats this who use recreational drugs makes me uncomfortable. He seems to think people should just stop, and it’s not that easy. And telling him he’s going to die from it? Fuck. No.
* Fuck, Khaotung is so good at playing someone on something. He’s so good at acting with his eyes??
* OH NO SAND’S FACE WHEN HE SAW RAY HAD GRABBED THE MIC OH RAY NO PLEASE DONT DO THIS YOURE MAKING A MISTAKE
* OH NO HES OUTING ALL THE BAD THINGS HIS FRIENDS HAVE DONE ISNT HE
* NO YOU FUCKING DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT SAND. RAY I LOVE YOU BUT SAND IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO HASN’T DONE ANYTHING WRONG SO OLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE
* AND FUCKING OFFERING SAND MONEY TO SLEEP WITH HIM, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE THAT WAS NOT COOK
* OH NO HE CALLED HIM ‘MY MEW’ PLEASE JUST STOP RAY MY BABY
* I wish he’d just said what Top and Boston did instead of dragging it all out
* Oh
* Oh no
* He did not just call Sand that
* Oh fuck no
* The panicked breathing. First is too good at acting.
* April is so damn pretty
* Nick my poor baby
* Oh Mew, you romantic little shit
* OMG TOP THAT WAS THE SLUTTIEST “oof” I’ve ever heard as someone hit the mattress
* OMG Mew’s a wee rough one isn’t he? The way he’s pinning Top down is *chef’s kiss*
* OH MY GOD MEW YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BASTARD MY FUCKING GOD I AM SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING THIS IS FUCKING METAL MY DUDE GO YOU FUCKING KING I CANNOT BREATHE RIGHT NOW
* Ray did tell him, and Mew still defended Too in front of everybody. No wonder Ray was so broken. Oh gosh.
* My guys, this must have been a difficult scene for Force and Book. You can literally see how uncomfortable Force is, like I know it’s acting but I don’t think any other co star could get THAT look out of him. And Book is blowing my mind with this acting - like that was the sexiest call out I’ve ever seen, and for him to be so tough when talking to Top…and Top seems genuinely intimidated. This is insane acting and I can’t cope.
* Mew blaming himself. That’s hurts. The way he said to just teach him what he wants, basically saying he’d do anything for him…oh, Mew.
* Also, anyone that thinks Top doesn’t actually love Mew needs glasses of their own, okay?
* AND NEXT WEEK IS GOING TO BE BROKEN ARM AND BOSTON GETTING KICKED INTO THE WATER AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT IM GOING TO BE ON HOLIDAY SO ILL BE LATE WATCHING
* Also, the fact that Sand refuses to give up on Ray despite what Ray did and said to him. I just fucking can’t with those two.
* Wait - Mew’s eyes looked a bit weird there, we’re his pupils super large?
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[Merman] Close up Shots
Popular Octomer Male x Photographer Male Reader Part Two
Cassian
Warnings: Tentacle boy do be flirting again, some physical affection with said tentacles, nakey Cass for a little, talking about how he shifts from octo to human
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2 of 7 The Seven Sins Series
Masterlist | Part One | Part 3 |
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About a week past since you had last seen Cassian. The festival was coming up tonight so as a mental preparation, you decided to go for a walk along the beach. You had your bag and camera with you as you walked along the coast line, snapping the occasional picture here and there.
Before you had even realized it, you were at the place where you had first met Cassian. That same gorgeous cove cave now lay silent, hosting only a couple gulls and some sandpipers. You decided to go into the rather large area and simply take in the mid afternoon atmosphere in peace.
The waves crashed against the shore gently as your shoes crunched through the sand. You found yourself watching the water which nearly tripped you. A heavy glass tinking sounds filled your ears for a moment before you looked to the bottle you kicked. It was very clearly a message in a bottle but as you approached it to open it, you realized it was filled with water.
"Well fuck." You sighed and sat down in the sand next to the bottle. The most confusing part about the whole things is that the cork was really on there so you didn't understand how water got into it. Once you managed to get the thing open, you dumped the water out along with the letter. When you picked up the rolled paper it felt dry. That's when it clicked.
"Oh! That makes a lot of sense now." You said as you unrolled it. In absolutely gorgeous script, a still very readable letter started out by addressing you. You blinked a couple times, staring at your name on the paper before continuing.
'(Y/n),
I might be silly for trying such an outdated way of messaging but as I didn't get your number I figured this would suffice. That is to hope you get this before another does.
Let's meet here on the night of the festival around 6. As a confirmation of sorts, I ask that you leave the bottle underneath the wall tree. You'll see it.
-Cassian'
You smiled and rolled your eyes before glancing around for said tree. It was very close to the water and you decided instead of just leaving the bottle, you would wait as well. You carefully made your way over to the tree and sat criss cross on the rock underneath it. Your wait was only a few minutes before you noticed something shifting in the water.
The familiar blonde octomer breached the surface and looked over to the tree. His face held one of shock. "(Y/n)? You're here?" You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I didn't bring a pen and paper to respond so." Cassian smiled and pulled himself into the shallow parts of the water.
"Its about 3 right now so we have a few hours before the festival." Cassian said with a smirk. You looked at him with an unamused face. "Don't smirk at me like you're gonna get something, we barely know each other." Cassian smirks again and pulls himself up onto the rock you were sitting on and ploped himself down next to you.
One of his tentacles gently coiled itself around your showing ankle before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then let's get to know each other." Your cheeks flushed at the proximity and he laughed. Good gods... Cassian looked to the bottle and paper you were still holding in your hand. "Keep it." You furrowed your brows and looked over to him. "Huh?" He motions to the note and bottle.
"Keep it. As a memory of our first date."
You did that thing where you smiled but tried to hide it making Cassian laugh. "You invited me!" With an exaggerated sigh you nodded. "Yeah. I guess I did." Cassian smiles and wraps an arm and a tentacle around your waist. He was a bit damp but you didn't mind. "I have a question." He said, pulling you close to his hip. "What's your question?"
"Have you ever dated a non-human before?" You shook your head before tilting it to say kinda. "Well, I've only had two boyfriends. One of them was a half elf but I'm not too sure if that really counts." Cassian shrugs. "So I would be your first non-human AND octomer then." You blush softly and nod before looking up to him confused. "Wait who said we were dating?"
Cassian laughs again, making you blush more. "You definitely enjoy seeing me flustered." He nods confidently. "Yes I do indeed." After that, the two of you kept chatting about various things in your own lives and Cassian paused the conversation every so often to soak up the salty ocean water to prevent himself from drying out.
Apparently, Cassian used to date a sharkmer and at one point a naga. "The only reason me and the naga broke up is cause of when he learned I was an octomer. Apparently tentacles are an innate fear of his..." You told him about how you only moved here a about a month ago which prompted the question, "How do you like it here so far?"
You shrugged at the question. "Its a lot nicer than the last place I was living. Loads more places to get pictures." Cassian seemed to forget you took pictures for a job and you could tell by the look on his face. "Oh, I wish I could make photography my full time job but I just don't get enough gigs. I work part time in the little Cafe downtown."
"Oh! The one run by the Gargoyle? Tea and Stones right? His name slips my mind." You nodded. "His name is Xavier." Cassian nods. "We met once but it was long ago. I love going there when I do work on the land, especially after a long day." You nod and laugh. "Thats the best time to go." You pause for a moment. "I met Xavier when I first moved in. We're neighbors and as we were chatting it just so happened I was looking for a job and he was looking for people to hire."
Cassian smiles a little more, "Lucky timing." You nod and check your phone, it's just turning 5:10. "It's getting close to when we were gonna go. Did I tell you what it was?" Cassiam shakes his head. "No but that's OK. Let me shift and get dressed. Would you mind walking to my house with me?" You tilted your head and watched as he made his way back into the water.
You watched as Cassian went into the water until it was just above his chest that was showing. You could still see him with how clear the water is and you watched as he put his tentacles together to form two leg-like figures before they melded and fused together to form actual legs. You watched his face and he made it look way less painful then it probably was. And sure enough, he was buck naked, all proud and presented. Your cheeks instantly flushed once you noticed and you covered your eyes. Cassian walked up and smirked at how you weren't looking, taking pride in the fact he flustered you so much. "I went into the water to save you from the sounds as it's utterly disgusting." He said, walking up to you.
"Thaaaaanks..." Cassian chuckled and grabbed your hand away from your face, holding it in his own gently. You locked eyes with him when he did, you wanted to look out of sheer curiosity but your subconscious won't let you. "My place is right up the hill." He said, helping you off the rock. You thankfully avoided getting your shoes soaked as the two of you walked along the empty coastline.
It was maybe a 2 minute walk to his house and you recognized it. "Cassian you live there?" You asked, shocked slightly. Cassian laughs and nods. "Yeah, why?" You blinked and looked down the street as he quickly made his way into the house to avoid an indecent exposure charge. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.
"Cass I live down the street. I'm in the corner house. My only neighbor is Xavier." Cassian smiled and looks back to you when he let's go of your hand. "Then that means I get to visit whenever I want right?" You looked at him through squinted eyes. "No, at least text me first." Cassian smirks, "I'll need your number for that. But before, let me actually go get my phone. And get dressed." You blushed and nodded, forgetting he was naked for a moment.
You decided to make yourself comfortable on his couch and scroll though your phone, periodically checking the time. You were too engaged on whatever game you had opened on your phone to hear Cassian sneaking up behind you. "Boo~" He purred into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. You jumped slightly and tensed heavily, dropping your phone in your lap. "Cassian please don't do thaaaat..." You whined out with closed eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder.
Cassian reached around you and snatched your phone from you lap before pulling away. "Cass, give-" He cut you off by handing your phone back. "I was just putting my number in, relax." Cassian said before going over to the door to put some shoes on. You looked at the new contact on your phone. "How cheesy are you?" You asked, looking up to him as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail.
"What? It's true." You glared at him before he grabbed your hand and lead you out of the house. "We'll be late if we don't get going. I wanna spend as much time with you as possible tonight."
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griffin mcelroy created the most relatable and compelling villain of our generation, the embodiment of nihilism and the desire to burn the world in search of answers, and trusted his father to come up with a counter. the man delivered in an astoundingly simple but powerful way and this is a large part of what makes taz balance a great story. in this essay i will
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Hate Me - Anakin Skywalker
Warnings: SMUT! This is almost pure filth. There is some angst and cursing as well.
A/N: Blame @sarcastic-bubble for the amount of pure filth in this. That is all. (Don’t forget to send in requests!!)
“Canto Bight? That’s the super fancy, rich person planet, correct?” You ask, your chin resting thoughtfully against your hand. “Correct, General. And you’ll be going on this mission with Master Skywalker.” Obi wan explains, to which you let out a strangled groan. “I know of your feelings towards Master Skywalker, but please General, for the Republic, just get along with him.” “Easier said then done, but for the Republic, I will do as I must.” You agree, prompting Obi wan to place a tender hand on your shoulder. He offers you a smile before walking away.
You make your way to the hangar, delighted to find that you were alone. You quietly made your way up into the ship, sighing contently in the silence. You take the silence as an opportunity to meditate, and to hopefully level yourself before spending maker knows how long with the narcissistic, stuck up man that is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin and you had a past, a past that remains in secrecy. You and Anakin had previously been in a romantic relationship, which was kept between you two in order to protect yourselves from the Jedi Council.
Anakin was the sweetest, most selfless man in the beginning. That is, until you walked in on him sucking faces with Senator Amidala. You had truly experienced heartbreak in that moment, and without hesitation, left him. Since then, the interactions between you two had been few and far between, for good reason. You had done so well avoiding almost all contact with him for a year, until now. Now you were forced into this mission with him, and you couldn’t be more enraged.
While you dwell on the past, you completely miss Anakin walking up into the ship. “Y/N, are you ready to go?” He asks nonchalantly, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Touch me again, Anakin, and you’ll regret it.” You hiss, coming back to reality from your trace, coming face to face with the devil himself. “What did you just say to me?” He asks, hands on his hips. “You heard me.” You snap, “Touch me again and you’ll regret it. Now, move out of my way before I make you.” You push past him, making your way into the pilots seat in the cockpit.
“Oh no, there’s no way you’re piloting this ship with me on it.” Anakin said, raising his voice slightly. “You’re not the boss of me, Anakin.” You retort, continuing on with the take off procedures. Anakin reaches for your wrist, taking it in his fist to stop you from taking off. “I said, there’s no way I’m letting you pilot this ship.” “Let go of me.” You say between gritted teeth, refusing eye contact with the man before you. “Tell me why I should? If I let you pilot this ship, you’re likely to put us both in danger.”
“Forget it,” You start, standing up from the chair, pulling your wrist from his vice grip. You finally make eye contact with him, your eyes narrowing. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You spit, leaving the cockpit completely, Anakin takes a seat in the now vacated chair. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Princess.” He picks up where you left off, lifting the ship from the ground, then taking off towards the stars.
The whole ride to Canto was silent. The tension between the two of you was so thick it could physically be cut by a knife. As you sit quietly, cleaning up the hilt of your lightsaber, you get a call from back at the Jedi temple. You push a button on the table, making Obi Wan’s body appear as a hologram before you. “General! How’s it going so far?” His overly excited voice was shattered the moment you began to talk. “I hate him, Obi Wan. He’s unbearable.” “I know, General. But as soon as the mission is over, you don’t have to go anywhere near him again. Now, have you looked in the compartments under the floor?”
You cock your brow, setting your saber down onto the table before you. “No..? What’s under there?” You ask, before getting up from your seat to dig in the floor. You pull up a sack, and look over to Obi wan’s hologram. He motions for you to continue,
and you oblige. You pull out a beautiful floor length blue dress, and hold it up before you. “Is this for..?” Obi Wan chuckles. “Yes, Y/N. That’s the dress you must wear into the casino if you want to keep your cover. Anakin has a matching suit in that sack as well.” You groan at the mention of him, having forgotten for a moment that he was even accompanying you on this mission.
“Now, do as you must to get the information on the Chancellor. You may have to get down to their level of sleaze to get anything, okay?” You nod, before realizing that the ship has landed. “We’ve landed, Obi Wan. I’ll contact you as soon as we’re back to the ship.” “May the Force be with you, General.” Obi replies, before the hologram disappears. Seconds later, Anakin appears in the doorway to the cockpit. You throw the suit at him without a word, stepping into the back of the ship to prepare yourself for the whirlwind that was to unfold before you.
After cleaning yourself up, you step out into the center of the ship. Anakin stood before you dressed in the matching suit to your dress, collar a complete mess. You walk up to him without a word, fix his collar quick and them make your exit from the ship. You had to land on the outskirts of the casino in order to not be caught, which meant having to walk the rest of the way to the casino through the sand. After barely a minute of attempting to walk in your heels, you stop and take your shoes off. You hold them tightly in your hands before continuing on, Anakin now at your side.
You slip your shoes on before you get too close, and slip your arm through Anakin’s. No matter how much you hated the man at your side, you had to put up a front to get anywhere in this mission. You make your way into the entrance, marveling at the beautiful interior decorations. Gold and silver littered the statutes and walls, reminding you just how much was at stake. You and Anakin walk over to the bar, and quickly order drinks. “Obi Wan said that the man were looking for has long, black hair, a gold tooth and a gold cane.” You pick your drink up as soon as it’s delivered and down the entire glass.
“Easy General, you have to be coherent to complete the mission.” Anakin warns, watching you order another drink. “Since when do you care?” You counter, and before Anakin could respond, he got a visual of the man. You pick up your drink as he grabs your shoulder, spinning you around. “You almost made me spill my drink!” You yell, and Anakin points to the man matching the given description out on the dance floor with four ladies surrounding him. “Guess this ones on me.” You sigh, setting your drink down as you fix your dress, making sure your chest was nearly spilling out before walking out onto the dance floor towards your guy.
He took note of you instantly, watching the way you swayed your hips and ran your fingers through your hair, mussing it up ever so perfectly. He inched his way closer to you, wrapping his arm around you from behind. “My my my, you sure are something.” He slurs, alcohol present on his breath. “Oh yeah? I bet you say that to all of the girls.” You tease, spinning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The man doesn’t hesitate to bury his face in your neck, leaving small bites along your collar bone.
Anakin had a front row seat to the spectacle. His grip overtime had tightened around his glass, watching how close you got to the man. He knows you’re not his, he knows he blew his chance. Yet, he can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest. As the man leant down to kiss your collar, Anakin about lost it. He slammed his cup down onto the bar, and began to walk towards the two of you, but stopped himself, not wanting his feelings to interrupt the mission.
The minutes ticked by, and eventually the man was drunk enough to allow his details on the Chancellor slip out. Once you had your information, you just had to slip away from the man, and back to Anakin... which proved to be the most difficult part of the mission. “I’m gonna go to the bar, alright?” You say into the man’s ear, causing his grip around your waist to tighten. “Oh no, you’re not leaving without showing me a good time, Doll.” You tried to twist from the man’s grip, but it wasn’t working. He moved his hand to your wrists, and begun to pull you off the dance floor.
Anakin noticed immediately, and pushed his way through the sea of bodies, trying to make it to you. He had girls pulling on him from every direction, trying to get him to dance with them, to which he pushed their hands away and moved faster. He finally made his way to you, and wrapped his arm around your waist, halting the man in his tracks. “Back off, bud. She’s claimed.” The man spits, trying to pull you closer to him, and farther from Anakin. “Yeah; by me. She’s mine.” Anakin growls, pulling you out of the mans grip and into his side. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips for good measure, and the man finally backs off. You grab Anakin by the hand and promptly leave the casino, and head back to your ship.
The wall back was silent, except for the movement of the sand beneath your feet. You make your way back onto the ship and place your shoes in a corner, and watch as Anakin makes his way up into the ship. “What made you think that was a good idea?” You immediately start, tearing into Anakin for his actions. “I had EVERYTHING under control!” He lets out a scoff. “Without me baby, you’d be in a room with some sleazy old man right about now.” The name slipped off his tongue so innocently, it lit a fire inside you. “Don’t call me that.”
“You’re unbearable.” Anakin quips, running his hand through his tamed hair. “Me? I’m unbearable? You’re so full of yourself, Anakin! I hate you!” You yell, stomping towards the bedroom on the back of the ship. Anakin is quick to follow you, slamming the door behind him. “I wish I never laid eyes on you, I wish I never fell for you, I wish I never dated you, Anakin!” You scream, throwing a pillow at him. “Yeah? Is that why you’re still out there trying to replace me? Because you wish you never dated me?” He scoffs, catching the pillow easily. You stood quiet for a second. “Did you at least think of me, while you had your tongue down her throat?” You scowl, throwing another pillow at him.
“Did I ever mean anything to you, Anakin? Or was all of it a lie?” You yell, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Everything you saw, Everything you think you feel about me is all wrong. It’s all a lie. But I never lied about my feelings for you.” Anakin says softly, setting the pillows back down onto the bed. “I hate myself for putting you through that.. I try to act like it never happened, but it did. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I fucked up.” Anakin says, defeated as he slumps down onto the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You stop for a moment, thinking he could actually be sincere. But then you think of all the pain and hurt he put you through. All of the sleepless nights, all of the days wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. “I-I don’t believe you.” You stutter, turning your back towards him. “Let me prove it.” He pleads, and you turn to face him. He moves closer to you, taking your hand softly into his. He gently presses his lips to your knuckles, and looks into your eyes. “I don’t deserve it.. but if you’ll give me the chance to prove myself.. I promise you, Angel. I promise i’ll show you how sorry I truly am.” He keeps pressing kisses into your knuckles, waiting impatiently for a response.
You turn around, giving into his temptations. He smiles when you face him, and he pulls you down onto the bed next to him, before moving himself so he’s hovering over you. “If you’ll have me..” He whispers, before placing soft kisses against your shoulder. “I’ll devote the rest of my life to proving how sorry I am..” He hovers his lips over yours, before gently pressing them to yours. The electricity from the kiss flowed between the two of you like a raging river, prompting you to deepen the kiss. You place your hands gently on the sides of his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
He breaks the kiss, and places a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then trails all the way down to your shoulder, stopping to pay special attention to your collarbones. He allows one hand to slip behind your back, pulling the zipper on your dress gently, his knuckles brushing lightly against your spine. He kisses your shoulders again, pulling the fabric from your chest, claiming the fresh skin with his lips. You can’t help but allow your hands to get lost in his brown locks, never wanting to let them go ever again.
He pushes the dress down farther to reveal your bare chest, and he wastes no time, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, the other getting attention from his free hand. You let out a small moan, having missed the feeling of him taking your body in every way he knew that would please you. He continues his trek down your body, kissing his way past your navel, leaving small love bites along the hem of your panties before pushing them off, along with the rest of your dress.
You pull him back up to your face by his tie, loosening it once he was level with you. You slip the tie over his head before throwing it somewhere in the room. He removes his suit jacket, and goes for his belt while you tackle the button up. You push apart the shirt, leaning up to kiss down his toned abdomen. He shimmies out of his pants and boxers in record time, leaving you to admire and appreciate his manhood; something you hadn’t done in a long, long time. You reached down for his length, but he was quick to push your hands away. “Not tonight. Tonight is all about you, Angel.”
He pushes you gently back against the mattress, using the force to hold you still as he settles between your legs. He sucks light bruises into the supple flesh of your thighs before licking one clean stripe up your slit. Your head flies back into the mattress, while your hands find their way back to his curls. He continues his assault tortuously slow, savoring you as if you were his last meal. “So sweet..” He hums, swirling his tongue around your clit gently. “..could do this forever..” He moans, sending vibrations straight to your core. “Ani..” You moan, arching your back up off the mattress.
“Be still, Angel..” He muses, before slipping one finger inside of you, while his tongue circles your clit. You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter with each passing moment, and Anakin seems to notice. “Getting close, Angel?” He asks, to which you whimper in reply. He adds another finger, and begins to draw out the alphabet against you with his tongue. Your legs begin to involuntarily shake, and he hooks them over his shoulders to keep them out of his way. He keeps up his relentless pace, sending you spiraling, your vision going white with pleasure.
He laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. He sucks his fingers clean before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “You’re absolutely delicious, darling..” He smiles, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. “Now, since tonight is all about you.. tell me how you want me.” “I don’t care, Ani. As long as you’re inside me, i’m happy.” You tease, biting gently on his swollen lip. “Well then, I’ve got an Angel to please..” He begins, as he hovers over you, lining himself up with your entrance. He slides himself between your folds to gather some slick before pushing himself deep inside you.
He bottoms out, tip pushing against your cervix. You let out a small breath as you adjust to his size, and nod when you want him to move. He begins to thrust in and out, nearly pulling out completely each time before pushing himself all the way back in. You reach up for his cheek, pulling him down and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel every inch of him with each thrust, his sloppy kisses adding to the state of bliss you were currently in. You moan against his lips, letting out small whimpers here and there. “Mm.. ride me..” He suggests, never removing his lips from yours.
You flip over, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you began to grind down onto his length. You broke the kiss to throw your head back, the new angle hitting your spot perfectly. You keep grinding, letting out the most obscene moans each time he brushed against your spot. “That’s it, Angel.. Just like that..” He praises, his hands holding onto your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting you halfway. You lean back, hands wrapping around his calves to steady yourself. He takes the opportunity to bring one of his hands to toy with your clit again. “An-i.. I..” You begin, but he cuts you off. “Sh sh sh.. it’s okay Angel.. i’ve got you..” He allows you to take full control, leaning forward to steady yourself on his chest as you begin to bounce your hips quickly, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
You feel your second orgasm of the night approaching, and fall against Anakin’s chest, meaning his name as you release around his cock, which triggers his orgasm. He releases inside of you, too fucked out to care about the possible consequences. He keeps himself inside of you as he smooths your hair down and kisses your forehead. “Angel..” He says after a moment, and you look up at him. “I’m sorry. For everything. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, you’re the one I love. I made a stupid mistake, and I hope you can accept my apology.” You kiss his lips softly, before smiling at him. “You’re gonna have to prove it some more, Ani.”
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a letter to my lover | lee donghyuck
♡ dear y/n, i’m writing you this letter in the hopes that it gets to you well. our relationship has been tumultuous, that’s for sure, and i thought it was high time i wrote you a letter detailing all the times you said "i love you" that are important to me.
genre: haechan x reader, heavy angst, supernatural!haechan, deity!haechan
warnings: suggestive content, mentions of religion, profanity
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tagging: the lovely @roses-of-the-moon ♡ @mora134340 // @nct-writers
Dear Y/N,
The first time you said “I love you”, you were worshipping me.
The temple lay just east of the large town you resided in, about an hour's drive from the coast. People from your area traditionally followed a polytheisic religion and worshipped the gods and goddesses of life, death, earth, air, fire, water, time, the sun, and the moon. Temples dedicated to the gods and goddesses were scattered around the peninsula, although some temples saw a lot more visitors than others. This Sun temple was larger and older than typical Sun temples, and the red, yellow, and orange colour scheme from the outside flowed nicely into the high, spacious interior. There were pews dotted around the room for people to sit on, but the temple was empty given the late time of night, save for you.
You stood in front of a ten-foot tall bronze statue of myself, or what you mortals assumed my true form looked like, crumpled on your knees and head bent in reverence. It was unusual for me to see followers at my temple so late at night, but I really couldn’t blame you if you had come to simply stare at my statue - turns out bronze really is my colour. As I realised you were muttering something softly, I remember creeping closer towards you and sitting on one of the pews close by. Not so close that you noticed my presence, but near enough that I could hear what you were saying. “I love you, but…”. You uttered my name - once, twice, three times - followed by a number of curse words strung together in an order that I had never been witness to before.
Using my powers, I lit the lamp on the wall beside us to indicate I had heard you, and you proceeded to tell me a story of how your uncle’s farm was failing due to a perpetual drought that hung over the area and wouldn’t leave. Upon hearing your admission, I was astounded. I was one of few Sun deities, who essentially reported directly to the presiding Sun God. If there was a drought that I wasn’t aware of, then I wasn’t doing my job properly, and that was an issue.
Ever since you had visited my temple that one evening and let forth a tidal wave of insults and curses towards me, rather than admiring my bronze look-alike, I was intrigued by you. I hadn’t revealed myself to you that night - not quite yet - but there was something about you that fascinated me. Whether that was your stubbornness or your determination to fix your uncle’s farm, I don’t know, but I wanted to find out more. Showing myself to you right now was out of the question - there’s no way you would believe I was the famous Haechan, Sun deity that everyone worshipped - I had to earn your trust. So I started with the largest issue first; resolving this drought issue that was ruining your uncle’s farm. It really was a complex problem with a simple solution - a little gold flashed a friendly Water deity’s way and voila! No more drought.
The second time you said “I love you”, we had just finished making love on a public beach.
I had solved your drought calamity, but still found myself drawn to you. So I did what I do best - using the sun to my advantage. At first, I would simply manipulate the light from the sun so that you walked in the shade on hot days. When you were cold, I made sure there was always a warm burst of energy by your side. I remember the day I finally found the courage to present myself to you. Not my true form, of course, that would be firmly against deity rules, but I found a human male who suited me perfectly. He was young, around the same age you were, and had fiery orange hair and bronze, sunkissed skin that reminded me of my statue. Fitting, really.
The day we finally spoke it was hot, the Sun God had had a disagreement with the Life Goddess and appeared to be tormenting her creations. I was sitting on a bench, secluded under a willowy tree, and it was fairly straight forward for me to direct some of the sun’s rays directly onto your uncovered head, sending you fleeing into the shade of the tree. I made conversation with you, charming as I am, and I instantly knew you were taken with me.
As the months progressed, we spent more and more time together. Your uncle’s farm recovered, and he was able to regrow a lot more crops in the dampened soil. We spent all our free time together - after helping out at your mother’s shop you would come visit me at my temple, and we would share the rest of the evening together. The more I got to know you, the more mortal you made me feel. We celebrated your village and religious holidays together. We went shopping at the markets together. We even developed a favourite pastime, travelling to the beach and spending the day in the cool ocean, and I was always there to warm us up as we lay on the sand, hand in hand.
I’d never entertained the idea that I may one day feel so at home with a human by my side, but this was quickly becoming the future I envisioned, and even yearned for, for myself. That day at the beach, when we were all alone, and you told me you loved me for the second time, I knew I felt the same way. There was just something about you, Y/N, that kept me drawn to you. I was almost ready to tell you what I was, a sun deity - but little did we know that would be the beginning of the end for us.
The third time you said “I love you”, I told you I didn’t love you back.
A lie, really.
In the past, I had told you my name was Haechan, but after you laughed and said there was no way I was named after the Sun deity, you started calling my vessel Donghyuck. At first I hated it. It was strange being referred to as anything other than Haechan. Soon though, I realised how freeing it was having another name, another identity. Haechan became what the other gods, goddesses, and deities referred to me as when I was in their presence, in my true form, but Donghyuck was what you called me when I was with you. And I liked that.
A few weeks after our latest beach date, you asked me to become your boyfriend, and I accepted. You were over the moon, but I felt strange because we were now in a serious relationship while my whole identity was a lie.
The day I sat you down and told you who I was, who I really was, I was worried. I certainly wasn’t terrified, by any means, but I was anxious that you would simply laugh me off again and not take me seriously. I loved you so much, and I didn’t want to live a life of deceit. To your credit, you handled the news pretty well, at least at first. You said the more you thought about it, the more aspects of me made sense. The ever-hot skin. The shadows that protected us from the sun. The fact it was never truly dark when I was around. It made sense, and you accepted it. And then you started asking me the hard questions. How long would I live for? Was I immortal? Would you die before I did?
Would I give up my immortality for you? When I bluntly refused, the arguments started. Me being a deity hadn’t caused us problems before, but now you knew the truth it meant we couldn’t even have a normal conversation without the topic being brought up. Sure, I had been a Sun deity for centuries, but I couldn’t just give up this role I had been blessed with. You also weren’t willing to give in, either, saying I had virtually assimilated into human culture and should therefore be the one to change. After one particularly heated night of arguing, you said you loved me. I told you I didn’t love you back, and I still remember the way tears silently pooled in your eyes as you stared at me, begging me to say it wasn’t true. Which it wasn’t, of course it wasn’t Y/N, but the truth was at the time I didn’t think I loved you enough to give up my life.
The last time you said “I love you”, we were breaking up.
“I love you, but we can’t be together,” are the exact words you said. We were in my temple, sitting on the pew right in front of the statue where we’d first met, and we were breaking up. You were unwilling to give your life up for me, and I was unwilling to give my life up for you. I loved you so much, but it seemed like the only option. Your stubbornness and determination, which first attracted me to you, was now causing me so much heartache I thought my chest was going to rip in half. You only made things worse by the way you held me that evening, your hands in mine, and then your hands wrapping around my neck and pulling me close so you could place a soft kiss on my tear-stained cheek. That was the last time we talked to each other.
You stayed around in your town for a few months after our break up. I know, because I was always with you. Not physically, but my presence was always there. On the hot summer days with the sun beating down on you and your friends, in the extra stretch of shade that seemed perfectly shaped to fit you, in the bursts of hot air when the nights were particularly cold, I was there. And I know you knew I was too; the sad, regretful smile that graced your face said so much more than words ever could.
After we broke up, I heard of a phrase you mortals are particularly keen on: “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Sure, and absence also makes the heart realise how fucking stupid it was to break yours.
I don’t know why you left town. Maybe it was to get a job in a bigger city, or to travel the country. Or maybe it was to get away from the constant reminder of us. Either way, you left without a word, and because I am essentially bound to my temple and the surrounding area, I couldn’t follow you. I still think about you daily, Y/N. I wonder where you are, what you’re doing, whether you would give me another chance. Your uncle’s farm is doing well, by the way. I make sure I check in every couple of weeks to make sure the ground is not too dry, and the plants are getting enough sunlight. The beach we used to visit is still as beautiful as ever. It’s a little more lonely without you by my side, though.
I miss you heaps, Y/N. That’s why I’m writing you this letter. I don’t know where you live now, so I doubt I’ll ever be able to send it to you. I never realised how monotonous my existence was until you left. I am worshipped by so many mortals, but they only come to me when they require something. And they never pray to me, at least not the real me I discovered when I was with you. You, however, came to me because you liked me - dare I say, because you loved me - and you saw me for my personality, not for what I could offer you. I constantly think about that day, the last time you said you loved me. I would do anything to go back and change the outcome, to go back and tell you that I would become mortal for you.
It’s been a few years since then, and I don’t even know whether you would want me back. We all make mistakes, Y/N, but by far my biggest mistake was losing you. I hope that, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, you’re happy, and you think of me sometimes.
Forever regretful,
Donghyuck.
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Come Back | The Mikaelson Boys
Hey Lovelies! I decided to switch it up and try something a little more angsty! Lemme know what you think (and if I should do a part two?) It's a little short, I started it before receiving all the requests that y'all have been sending in! I was in a little bit of a writers block and a slump and wrote this while listening to/crying to "My Immortal" by Evanessence. Anyways, enjoy my loves! Keep sending in your ideas! I'm starting on them presently! <3
Description: Elijah dies and the reader is falling apart in the shower, Kol and Klaus rescue her. Really just a short little blurb.
Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, Mainly Kol and Klaus, Mentions of Elijah
Warnings: The reader in this is grieving and trying to feel something in some self destructive ways. Not self harm but not nice either. Mentions of loss and grieving.
Word count: 1764
Tags: ANGST, tiny bit of fluff
Part Two
(Pics aren't mine but the mood board is :) )
The water pours over your head with a fury. How it’s still hot you don’t know. Hell, you don’t care. You can’t feel it anyway, every inch of you skin having gone numb an hour ago. Was it an hour? Your fingers are pruned but it only feels like it’s been seconds. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You turn the dial further to the left, not flinching when the scalding water hits your face. You only hope it burns away every last trace of him.
When you close your eyes you can feel strong hands slip around your waist. They draw across your skin, tracing every dip and curve of your hips. Thumbs massage into your skin, delicately kneading your sensitive flesh. You sag into the touch for a second, allowing yourself a moment to memorize the feeling. Your heart aches dangerously, threatening to split apart in your chest.
You slam your hand against the wall, your wrist jarring where it meets the tiles, “let me go!”
The sound tears itself from your body like a second entity, the scream perhaps a banshee living in the cavity where your heart should be rather than your own ruptured soul fighting to be released. Maybe it’s the same thing, though. Water rushes in your ears, mingling with the crushing bang of your pulse. You can feel it throb in every vein in your body, singing the same song of agony over and over again.
You scrub your hips furiously with a loofa, avoiding the bottle of pine soap on the rack at all costs. You can’t feel the scraping anymore. You lost all the feeling in your body an hour ago. Or five hours ago. Or five minutes ago. You still can’t remember. You continue to scrub at your hips. The shower continues to steam. If your eyes weren't open you would wonder if you even had any skin at all left. But they are open, and unfortunately the skin is still there.
Lips meet your shoulder blade, laying soft kisses down your spine. Now the hands reach lower, slipping down your thighs with feather light strokes. Your head finds the wall once more, supporting you when your knees buckle beneath you. The lips find the side of your neck, nipping with soft loving bites. It feels like acid against your skin. You peel your eyes open again, the taste of salt filling your mouth like sand, gritty and sharp against your tongue.
“Leave me alone,” you choke on your words, the scream mingling with tangy bile, “please!”
The sound that rips itself from you is in no way human but it doesn’t matter, you can barely hear it. Water pours into your mouth, rinsing the vomit back down your throat. Your throat feels like it's blistering. Like someone is reaching down and snipping each vocal cord one by one. You can feel the screams as they fight their way out of your body, each one a knife being shoved in your ear and down your lungs. You still can’t hear them.
“If you’re not going to come back then get out!”
Your body convulses with each word. You turn the dial again, forcing the water as hot as it can go. Maybe it can burn your skin off. At least that way it'll take the memories with it. You sink to your knees, pulling them into your chest. All you can feel are the gentle hands on your back, rubbing up and down. It lulls you, like a tiger waiting to strike, your body becoming limp before squeezing in agony.
You rake your hands down your arms violently, clawing the feeling of his touch off of your body. You’re angry at him. You don’t want to be and that makes you even more fucking angry. It wasn’t his fault what happened. He didn't want to leave. You have to keep repeating it to yourself. Every minute of every hour of every day. He didn’t want to leave you.
You curl into yourself tighter, threading your hands through your hair and pulling until you feel something, “you promised. You promised me! I need you!”
You slam your hands against the floor of the shower, over and over again. You can feel the crack but you keep going. You can’t feel nearly as much as you want to. As you need to. You need it to hurt more. Your stomach heaves again and you can smell the acid more than you can taste it. Fingers rake softly through your hair.
“Come back, Eli. Please! I’ll do anything.”
Hands wrap around your stomach, pulling you into a strong chest. You choke on the sobs as they come, not fighting it anymore. Not physically, at least.
“This is cruel, Elijah!”
“Darling it’s me,” Kol’s voice is strained and tired, “It’s Kol. I’ve got you.”
You can feel more of him when he speaks. Not just the traces of touch but all of him. Every part of him is wrapped around you, holding you on his lap. His arms cage you in tight. You’re clinging to his arms, your nails digging in hard. Everywhere that your skin meets his you can feel yourself shaking. The water pouring over you is now ice cold. How long have you been here?
“Kol,” your voice cracks sharply, ripping a pain that you cling to down your throat, “I- when did you come in?”
Your senses flood back to you slowly, like molasses, creeping over you with sticky disdain. The bathroom lights sting your eyes. Your hands feel broken, if not close to it. Your throat to your eardrums feel raw. It all hits you at once, in full force, like a punch to the chest. You cough hard when the wind is knocked from your lungs.
Kol’s hand smooths up and down your back carefully but he’s not the one who speaks, “we’ve been here the whole time, love. We couldn't leave you.”
Klaus isn’t in the shower with you and Kol but he’s as close as he can be, kneeling on the floor next to the base. His eyes are red, dark circles laced below them. Your heart cracks more at the look on his face. You shiver as the water continues to pour over you, mixing with the tears pouring down your face. You can feel each one as they trace over your skin and sink down the drain.
“Let’s get you out of here, darling,” Kol scoops you closer to his chest while Klaus turns the shower off.
The silence left in the wake of the water is overwhelming. It’s too quiet. You can hear all the space not being taken up. There are no footsteps anywhere else in the house. No doors opening and closing, no muffled voices, no noise whatsoever. There are only three people in a space that was supposed to always have four and it fucking hurts. It feels like your soul is trying to fill every space he isn't in by tearing itself apart. The problem is there isn’t enough of you to do that. He took his part of your soul with him.
Kol passes you to Klaus who wraps you in a towel that still smells too much like pine for your liking. It wraps around you completely, clinging to your raw skin and melding into your bones. Your chest screams with every breath of Elijah that you take. You just want it to stop. You want it all to stop. You can’t breathe but you can’t stop at the same time. Every part of your body screams in agony.
“I- I can’t,” you cling to Klaus with everything you have, digging into his shoulders and drawing blood, “it won’t stop. Why won’t it stop? I- I can’t do this! It hurts Klaus!”
He wraps his arms around you as tight as he can, pressing his forehead against yours. He rocks you gently back and forth. Warm droplets hit your burning skin, mixing with your own. You lose track of which tears are yours and which are his.
“I know love, I know. Us too, we can feel it all,” he lays his lips against your forehead, pulling more strangled sobs from your chest, “everything you feel, we feel it too. I wish I could take it away, my love. I would do anything to make it stop for you. We’re doing everything we can to bring him back to us. You have to trust us.”
Kol’s hands find their way back to your back when he steps out of the shower, his lips soft on your shoulder.
“You need to sleep, darling. Elijah would want you to rest.”
The thought of sleeping makes you nauseous. Everytime you close your eyes all you see is him. It’s almost unbearable. Almost. Part of you clings to him while you still can. Holding tight to his memory before his face begins to warp and his voice fades. It already is starting to fade, sounding a little different each night. It's agonizing, like losing him twice.
Klaus squeezes you tighter, nuzzling his face against your head. Kol rubs his hands down your back, soothing your burning skin. Together they calm you enough to slow your sobs. They can’t make the tears stop completely but they manage to stop the panic attack you've been having for the past few hours. You can feel the spots Elijah should be taking up with painful accuracy. You have to push yourself to focus on the two Mikaelson’s you have.
“I can’t,” even as you say it you can feel yourself fading out, as if the mere mention of sleep reminds your bones of how exhausted they were, “I can’t see Eli. I can’t keep losing him every night.”
“We’ll get him back, darling. We will not stop until we get him back, but you have to rest for us,” Kol’s voice is rough but determined.
Your chest aches, each beat of your heart a reminder that his is still. For days all you’ve been doing is thinking about Elijah. Every agonizing moment spent thinking of ways to bring him back. You know it can be done. Scratch that, it has to be done. If he doesn’t come back you don’t know what will happen to you. You have to trust them.
Your words are too quiet, “do you promise Eli will come back?”
“I promise.”
Both of your Mikaelson's speak together but you swear you hear the third, whispering alongside them. For just a moment you feel almost whole again.
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per request (from a single person, that’s all it takes), my thoughts and feelings about...
the movie adaptation of Queen of the Damned! (buckle up motherfuckers because this is going to be a long thing)
Ok, so it’s pretty much universally known that the movie is... trash, despite the soundtrack being absolutely baller. Let’s examine why this movie is trash, shall we?
So, my first point of contention is that it was meant to combine 2 books. As I’m sure everyone knows, this movie and Interview with the Vampire are based on books from The Vampire Chronicles series by Anne Rice (which she’s still milking by putting out books nobody is asking for. Anne, girl. Stop. Please. You’ve killed it. It’s dead. Move on.) The book series goes Interview with the Vampire (Louis talking to a journalist or author, about his life and afterlife as lived by him), The Vampire Lestat (which is penned by the monster himself about his life and journey into immortality up into his rise to fame with his band, and the awakening of Akasha), Queen of the Damned (which is basically the concert and the aftermath), then is Tale of the Body Thief but after reading it once, I never went beyond Queen of the Damned ever again and that was when I was like 17.
Now the movie Queen of the Damned was meant to combine the second and third books, thereby skipping out on a TON of important information and background regarding Lestat’s motivations and behaviors. (Plus The Vampire Lestat is my favorite of the series. It’s a good fucking book, ok?) So in the movie, we see Akasha being awakened and ripping out her king’s throat with ZERO CONTEXT! Ok, not zero context, but absolutely not enough context to paint a full picture of wtf is going on. Same with his motivation behind joining the band or explaination of his attitude in Interview. (BTW at the end of Interview, he ISNT the one who turns Daniel, the author, into a vampire. It’s Armand.)
So yeah, lots of missing info that I feel is pretty necessary for the narrative to make sense. And I don’t mean that in the usual “omg they left this bit from the book out of the movie!!!” way. I mean it in a significant information for the storyline was just GONE causing the story to make significantly less sense.
Now let’s chat about that casting, boi!
I think we can all agree that the entire thing was acted pretty terribly, yeah?
great. so looking beyond that...
Let’s start with my main issue and that’s Lestat. So his casting in Interview wasn’t physically ideal, however Cruise did manage to capture the personality Lestat had for that novel. While Louis is ‘a whiner’ as a friend put it, because he can’t shed that humanity and the morals and softness of heart that comes with that, Lestat is much the opposite. In Interview, he has completely embraced the decadent, indulgent, ruthlessness of an immortal who has been around and seen some shit. You learn more about why in the second novel. Really, he sort of knew how to play the game from the start. Yes he still had a handful of human attachments, like Gabrielle and Nicholas, but he cut ties with pretty much everyone else outside of a proxy lawyer of sorts to manage his shit and be a point of contact almost immediately. Yeah, occasionally he displays a softness, some humanity, but it always fucks him over, so by the time he meets Louis he has learned that it isn’t the way to go.
Stuart Townsend had potential. Physically, absolutely nails it. Could have easily pulled of the ‘present day’ Lestat of the end of the second/third novel who is basically sick of all the vampire rules about keeping to the shadows and fronts a rock band to give all the other immortals the finger. HOWEVER, he acted it so fucking poorly that it physically hurt. It was like he latched onto the fact that Lestat is indisputably attractive and vampires are generally seen as sensual creatures, then turned that shit up to 1000 and turned it into a caricature. Look at his movement. God the faces he pulls. Christ on a cracker.
Then there’s the ‘singing’. So when an actor lip syncs in a movie, unless the voice of the actual vocalist is super distinctive and recognizable (looking at you Jon Davis. Also on that subject, Jon get your shit together. fucksake. clean it up bro. you didn’t invent dubstep, come off it already. nobody buys it and you’ve become a joke.), you shouldn’t be able to tell that the actor isn’t the one singing. In this movie, there is an OBVIOUS disconnect between the song/voice and the actor. His body language and facial expression NEVER ONCE align with the fucking vocals that we are meant to believe are coming from him. Genuinely, and I say this in all seriousness, the worst lip sync I’ve seen on RuPaul’s Drag Race was a fucking tour de force compared to what Townsend gave us in this abomination. How was there not a point during the shoot where someone stepped in and said, “You know, maybe we should get him some lessons and practice doing a proper lip sync...” HOW DID THAT SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS Y’ALL??? Him singing is a (if not THE) main plot point!!!! Fuck!
Casting for everyone else? Ok. Not well acted but nothing was so... whatevs? But on the subject of casting, in Interview, as much as he looked like walking sex as vampire Antonio Banderas was, he didn’t fit the description of Armand in any of those first 3 books. When Lastat first meets him (long before Louis was a thing), he’s described in such a way that it seems he was turned as a young man, not an adult. He was described as looking beautiful and innocent (I think the phrase ‘cherub like face’ was used?) which are not words I would attribute to Mr. Banderas. (No offence to the man, because again... absolute walking sex with pointy teeth in that movie.)
Another thing that really bugs me is the secondary plot with Jessie and the talamasca was, again, missing almost all relevant information! like... honestly if they were going to do it the way they did, they should have just left it the fuck out. you don’t get any sort of information about who the vampires in the house are and how they relate to Jessie, aside from some vague b.s. Jessie was already a vampire at the damned concert, having been turned by one of the vampires associated with the vampire lady she was descended from who turned to marble at the end, becoming the new Akasha basically. They didn’t explain anything about elders or ancients and the entire power structure/hierarcy within the vampires.
they just took those 2 books, smashed them together haphazardly, left out FUCK TONS of pretty relevant information, then went “oh here’s a dope soundtrack. hope that is enough to carry this dumpster fire of an abomination that has stuff happen but doesn’t explain shit!!! Enjoy kids!”
UGH.
ok i’m done. but angry. so i’m going to go paint or hassle J into bringing me a dremel to sand his fucking dragon sculpture. thank you for coming to this episode of Dr. M Rants.
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MerMay 2021 Day Thirty-One
Reunion
“This is no fun, we always tie,” Muirin said, brushing sand and erasing the game of tic-tac-toe they’d been playing.
“Well what do you want to do instead?” Sereia asked. “I need to do something, I can’t just sit here and keep worrying.”
Muirin shrugged. The two of them looked around. When Stacy and Chase had gone off on their scouting/possible rescue mission, the kids had been told to stay behind and wait, with the others looking after them. And now they were all sitting on the ocean floor. Or at least most of them were. Jackie kept swimming back and forth, pacing the waters as he tended to do when anxious about something. The other three—Marvin, Jameson, and Schneep—were sitting nearby, also playing a game drawn in the sand. It wasn’t familiar to the two kids, but it involved moving around pebbles. “We could teach some of them to play,” Muirin suggested.
“Oh, yeah, that could work. They’d probably suck at it and one of us would actually win,” Sereia joked. She pushed away from the ocean floor and upward into the water. “Let’s—”
Jackie suddenly shouted. “Something’s happening up there!” He swam up towards the surface, but before he could even make it, there was a big splash, and a flurry of bubbles as something big fell into the water. The kids gasped, and the three merms playing the game jumped to attention. Jackie didn’t wait for the bubbles to clear and dove right in. The others heard him scream in excitement. And when the bubbles cleared, Jackie had Chase and Jack in a big hug.
“Jack!” Marvin shouted.
“My friends!” Schneep gasped.
Both of you?! Jameson signed, stunned.
“Dad!” The kids cried out in unison.
And everyone swam forward, joining Jackie in hugging the other two. Excited voices overlapped each other so that nobody could make out any words. But it didn’t matter. The relief and happiness were almost physical presences as everyone laughed and chattered. Chase gave his kids each a tight squeeze, and Jack looked around, confused but overjoyed. It was a good few minutes before everyone pulled away.
“How are you awake?” Schneep asked, looking Jack over for any injuries. “Did Chase do it?”
“Did he wake me up? Uh, no, I just kinda...woke up. Apparently. I mean, I don’t remember falling asleep, really,” Jack explained. “Something happened, though, right? I can figure out that much.”
“Oh yeah, a lot of things happened, but right now, I—oh my gods, you’re okay!” Jackie couldn’t resist giving Jack another quick hug. “It’s a fucking miracle! We were so, so worried.”
You’re alright, right? Jameson asked. What happened after you woke up?
“Well, I was in this weird place with a bunch of humans, and at first, it was like they were kind of watching me, you know? In this small tank,” Jack explained. “But then they moved me to a bigger one, and there was another merm there—do you remember that electric eel? I mean, Jackie does, he scratched him up, but—why are you all looking at me like that?” The other four were staring at him, equally wide-eyed in a strange combination of surprise, fear, and a bit of anger.
Marvin was the first to look away, turning his attention to the ocean floor. “Hey!” he shouted, swimming downwards.
It turned out that the large thing that fell in the water was a glass tank. Now it was upside down on the sandy floor, and Anti was half-pinned underneath it, the glass wall coming down on his tail. He was trying to wriggle out from under it, but froze when he heard Marvin shout and saw him approaching. After a few seconds, he growled at him. But Marvin wasn’t paying attention to him. He darted around the tank and picked up a reddish stone sphere that had landed nearby. Then he immediately retreated.
Jack glanced around, taking in the way everyone was tense, looking at Anti with caution in their eyes. Chase had positioned himself in front of Muirin and Sereia protectively. “Um...” He wasn’t really sure what to say, other than reiterating that he didn’t know what was going on.
Anti managed to pull himself out from under the glass tank, but didn’t move afterwards. He looked at the others, huddled in a group, then looked up towards the surface, and then out towards the open sea, and finally back at the others.
“Are you...okay?” Jack asked.
And Anti nodded slowly.
“Jack...do you not remember anything?” Schneep whispered.
“What? I mean, I don’t remember a lot. But you know what? I can figure out that you guys don’t like him, for some reason,” Jack waved in Anti’s direction. “I mean, I know he attacked Jackie and me, but—”
“Oh, Mr. Jack, there’s a lot more,” Sereia piped up. Chase looked back at her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “He’s, uh...a bad guy, basically.”
“Do you know what this is?” Marvin asked, holding up the reddish stone.
“One of your power stones?” Jack guessed, shrugging.
“I...okay, kind of? But no?” Marvin looked over at Jameson for help.
It’s a siren stone, Jameson explained. If a merm has siren blood, it lets them control others through the power of their voice. He paused. Anti used it on you. That’s why you fell asleep.
“Really?” Jack looked back over at Anti. Jackie and Schneep had broken off from the rest of the group, and now Jackie was circling above Anti while Schneep hesitantly looked him over for injuries. “I, uh...don’t remember that. I...really?”
“And he did a lot of messed up stuff after that,” Chase said. Jack was surprised to hear a bit of anger in his voice. “I...we don’t have time to tell the whole story right now. But trust me on this.”
“Uh...okay.” Jack couldn’t quite believe this. Yes, he remembered Anti attacking him, and Jackie telling him that the eel had done the same to him. But...for all his aggressiveness, Jack couldn’t picture Anti doing that. Anti hadn’t seemed hostile towards him while they were both in tanks in that human facility, just towards the humans who showed up. And even then, he’d dropped it the moment the humans left, returning to being...quiet, really. And more than a little scared. “I mean...you guys wouldn’t lie about that, I guess.”
The others relaxed a bit. “It’s good to have you back, Jack,” Marvin said, smiling.
“Hey, it’s good to be back. Those were a strange few days.”
Nothing happened to you? Jameson asked, clearly worried. The humans didn’t do anything?
“Not really. They just kinda watched me.”
Meanwhile, Schneep was backing away from Anti, apparently having found no injuries. Though he still looked a bit worried. Jackie let out a breath of relief, and moved downward, reaching towards Anti. The moment his hand touched Anti’s shoulder, there was an audible ZAP! accompanied by a lot of green-tinted electricity. Anti jumped, scrambling backwards across the sand, and for a moment, he looked utterly terrified. Then he bolted.
“Hey!” Schneep shouted. But as Anti got farther away, he sighed, and didn’t pursue him. Instead, he made sure Jackie was alright, who looked very dazed after that electric shock.
“Uh...should we do something about that?” Chase asked, worried.
I think it’s fine, for now, Jameson said, though he also looked anxious. We should focus on more important things. Jack’s missed a lot.
Marvin suddenly gasped. He rushed over and grabbed Jack’s hand. “Jack! Jack, Jamie and I are gonna be life friends!”
“What? Seriously?! Oh my gods, congratulations!” Jack laughed. “Can I say that I knew it would happen all along, even if I didn’t?”
There was another splash in the water, a smaller one. This time, the bubbles cleared, and revealed Stacy, wearing a wetsuit, goggles, and scuba gear. The kids shouted and rushed over, Chase following shortly after. “Everything good?” he asked.
Stacy gave him a thumbs-up.
And Chase sighed in relief. “Ha. Roxy’s gonna be so mad about you rolling the tank into the ocean.”
Stacy shrugged—as if to say “eh, it doesn’t matter”—and turned her attention to the kids, who were swimming all over her. Sereia kept trying to get a piggyback, but was foiled by the fact that she currently had a tail instead of legs. That made Chase laugh.
Jack swam over to him. “Soooo...are you guys officially partners again?”
Chase blushed. “Well, I—” And Stacy nodded. That only made him blush more.
“God, I really missed a lot, didn’t I?”
“You sure did!” Jackie swam back over. It appears he wasn’t too hurt by that electric shock, though Schneep was following him closely, trying to keep checking him. “Gods, I mean, everything happened. Schneep had a neighbor for a bit there.”
Schneep huffed. “She was quite rude about it, at first. But, ah...things were better. She made Jackie’s new shirt.”
“Okay okay,” Jack laughed. “Why don’t we talk about this now? I get a feeling it’ll take a while.”
The group settled down. Eventually Stacy and the kids had to get out of the water, but Sereia and Muirin insisted on sticking around. The merms took turns filling Jack in on everything that had happened while he was asleep, good and bad, major and minor. They told him that Sam was alright, which was a relief. And they told him what Anti had done, which was a surprise. It took a while, with everyone jumping in and interrupting each other and getting off track. By the time they were caught up to present day and the rescue, the sun was starting to set, and Stacy and the kids definitely had to leave. She had to return the van to the Institute of Marine Biology, after all. And they had to start packing, because tomorrow would be the last day they’d rented the beach house for.
The merms could have gone their separate ways then and there. But, now that all of them were together again, they really didn’t want to. They kept talking, well into the night, about things that didn’t really matter but that felt important to them. And eventually, right there, a few miles off the coast, they all fell asleep together. It was a bit awkward at first, finding the right position, but in their sleep, they all huddled closer together, until they were piled up. Chase and Jack were at the bottom, next to each other, Schneep wrapped around them, Jackie spread out on top, and Jameson and Marvin together, a bit to the side. It was warm, peaceful, and all of them fell asleep, completely content.
None of them knew that a few hours later, in the dead of night, a pair of glowing green eyes would return, staring at them. Anti watched for a while, shocked that they’d fall asleep out in the open, where anyone or anything could attack at any moment. Including him. For a moment, he was tempted. They wouldn’t bother him again. He’d never worry about them killing him ever again. But...would they actually do that? He was surprised to find that he thought they wouldn’t. And...it was...cruel, to attack something that was no risk to you. Wasn’t it? Hadn’t he known that for years? So...why was he considering it?
Shaking his head, Anti slowly backed up, then turned and left. Where he was going, he wasn’t sure. He never was, really. Maybe he’d find these merms again. Maybe they’d find him. Only time would tell. As Anti headed out into the open sea, he turned to look back towards the six one last time, then disappeared.
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Panic
TW: Past abuse
Grayson and you are at the beach when you run into your ex-boyfriend, who is the cause of all of your past trauma.
Grayson stands in the doorway of your shared bathroom watching lovingly as you dance to Harry Styles and finish getting ready for the day. You, completely oblivious to your gorgeous boyfriend standing five feet away, sing into the end of your hairbrush, acting as though it were a microphone. Grayson loves watching you do some of the random things you do when you think no one is watching, such as this. Most of these little things he notices you do are little dances when you are doing just about anything, especially when you are cooking or brushing your teeth.
You finally notice your boyfriend standing there when you turn to put your things back on the shelf next to you. “Hello, beautiful”, he says, reaching for you to come close to him. His hands take your waist in them and pull you into his chest. You reach your arms around his neck and kiss him gently. “I was just coming to ask you if you wanted to come with E, Kristina, and I to the beach for a couple of hours.”
“I would love to! Just let me get dressed real quick and I’ll be ready.” He gives you another brief kiss before releasing you from his hold, allowing you to go and change out of your sweatpants and into something more suitable for the beach. You end up deciding to wear a pair of your flowy shorts and a black tank top over one of your bikinis, wanting to wear something simple and easy to dry if Gray decides to pull a prank like he usually does.
You walk into the living room to see Ethan and Kristina sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and Gray leaning against the wall, waiting for you. A wide smile forms on his face as he looks up to see you approaching. He looks delicious in his swim trunks and black t-shirt. You snuggle into his side and breath in deep, taking in the moment.
“Ready to go?” Ethan asks, taking Kristina’s hand in his, pulling her up from her spot on the couch. She lets go of his hand quickly and runs over to you, pulling you in for a warm embrace.
“Good morning, girly!” Ever since she has arrived, Ethan has been happier than you’ve ever seen him. She is a light and not only are you super grateful that Ethan has her, but that you now have a new friend who you get to live with and pick on the twins with.
The two of you continue to chat about how weird it is to live in a new place, considering you had just moved to California with Grayson only a few months before she came to be with Ethan. That is one thing the two of you bonded over very quickly since she has been here. It has also been nice for you to have another girl in the house, seeing as the majority of the people who come over are guys and you have pretty bad social anxiety around new people, which makes it harder to make new friends. Gray and E follow the two of you and meet you at the car, where you head to the beach from there.
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At the beach, you and Kristina go back and forth between laying in the sun, swimming in the ocean, and trying to catch the football that Grayson and Ethan have been throwing around for the last thirty minutes, in an attempt to steal it and run. You were successful only a few times, seeing as neither Ethan or Grayson would let you take it easily.
“Pass it over here!” You yell to Ethan, clapping your hands together in an attempt to gain his attention and catch the ball. He merely chuckles at your excitement and throws the ball in your direction. As you caught it, though, a large force runs into your side and plows you into the sand. You would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the loud roar of Grayson’s laugh above you. “Get off of me, you dick!” You laugh as you playfully shove him away from you.
“But I loooveee you, babyyy.” His words are long and drawn out while he continues to hold you close to him and sprinkle little kisses all over your face.
“I love you, too, but get your big, sweaty butt off of me.” Grayson laughs loudly and shakes his sandy hair onto you before lifting himself off of you and pulling you up with him. He pulls you into his arms sweetly and kisses you passionately. “Well, damn,” you say, out of breath as he pulls away, “that’s my favorite kind of apology. I am gonna run to the bathroom. You almost knocked the pee right out of me.”
Grayson kisses you one more time before letting you out of his arms, allowing you to head towards the bathroom, not without a smack on the ass first, though. On your way to the bathroom, you get knocked to the ground, a soccer ball hitting you square in the head. Laughing it off, you pick up the ball and look around, in search of where the ball came from. Suddenly, and without warning, panic starts to rise and your body begins to shake in fear, memories flooding back from the man who is walking toward you.
“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?” He said, pushing you back toward the corner of the room, where you had previously been hiding yourself from him. “You actually think it’s okay to go be a whore and wear that out when you have a boyfriend?”
You shook your head back and forth, quickly, scared of the reaction you will receive if you say nothing at all. “Matt, please, I didn’t do anything. I was with (Y/F/N) and all we did was drive around and get smoothies. I promise, Matt. I love you. I would never do that to you.”
Thinking he believed you, you stepped closer to him, reaching out to grab his hand. Without warning, his fist collides with your right eye, sending you right to the ground, quivering away from him in fear. “(Y/N), baby. You know I love you and I would never want to hurt you, but you have to learn how to act properly.”
Shuddering at one of the many memories between you and your ex-boyfriend, a ton of thoughts run through your head. ‘Why is he in California?’ ‘Did he move here?’ ‘Is he going to recognize me?’ After you told your parents the dangers you were in in your relationship, they had allowed you to move back in with them, wanting you to be safe from any harm that Matt wanted to come your way. You had moved in with them in California, leaving college and Ohio behind -- leaving your abusive ex behind. About ten months after that - and a lot of really helpful counseling - you had met Grayson, who showed you what it really meant to love someone. He had worked so hard to help you learn to trust him, move forward, and promised to love you with kindness, and to never raise a hand at you.
“Hey! I’m sorry that our ball hit you!” As he gets closer, you begin to think of all the ways you have changed your appearance since you broke up with him. You had stopped dying your hair and it was back to its natural light brown color, you had lost about forty-five pounds, stopped biting your nails, and started presenting yourself in a much better manner than before. You were hoping that would be enough to protect you. “Wait. (Y/N)? Oh my goodness, how are you? You look great! How long have you been here? I wasn’t able to keep track of you after you left Ohio.”
Although his tone is friendly, his eyes are not. He’s angry. He’s clearly still good at hiding his true colors, though, because his friend who is next to him is not aware at all that he is putting up this facade. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. I am here with my boyfriend and friends.” He nods his head, trying to come up with feelings about the situation.
“Aw, I am so glad to hear that. Hey, man, can you give us a minute? We grew up together.” He asked his friend, who nods and says a quick goodbye. As soon as he leaves, Matt’s smile disappears, facing you with a look you are all too familiar with. “I’m not surprised, I have to admit. You, here, wearing a bikini like that, with a boyfriend. You always have been such a slut.”
You move to turn away from him, figuring out if you are closer to the bathroom or closer to Grayson. After determining you were closer to Gray, that is where you decide to head. Before you can, though, Matt grabs onto your wrist with a grip that you have not felt in years. “Let. Me. Go.” You grit out. You never would have talked to him like that before, but now you were angry.
“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? I figured if you’re walking around like this now you definitely want me, too.”
Angry tears are streaming down your face, trying to get out of his grip. Trying to assess the situation, you know that you would lose the physical fight every single time. He has at least 150 pounds on you. “(Y/N)! We thought you fell in! You’ve been gone for a while,” Kristina says as she approaches you and Matt with caution. “Are you okay?” She asks, concerned.
“Yeah, I am fine. Can you tell Gray I’ll be back in just a minute, I am just chatting with my friend from high school, Matt.” You make sure to tell her his name, knowing that Grayson will recognize the name as soon as he hears it. She rushes back over to the boys, aware that something is wrong with the situation.
“She’s cute. Do you think she’d want my number?” Matt asks, watching her walk away.
“Ew. Are you actually asking me if my friend wants to fuck you when you are literally trying to get me to sleep with you again? Why would I expose the sweetest girl alive to the monster that you are?”
The anger in his eyes is replaced by rage as he raises his hand and, like many times before, connects his fist with my right eye. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You hear Grayson yell as he shoves Matt away from you. You curl into a ball after you scoot away from them. Your back hits a person, which causes you to flinch and look up to see Kristina wrap her arms around you, letting you cry. You look to see Ethan trying to break up the fight that is going on between Grayson and Matt. “If I ever see you again- If I ever hear that you hurt (Y/N) again, I promise you will not like the outcome.” Matt moves away from Grayson quickly, too much of a coward to own up to his actions, just as he always had been.
“Gray,” E says, trying to calm down your shaking boyfriend, “go be with her. She needs you to be with her, not focusing on him.”
Grayson nods, rushing to you, replacing Kristina’s embrace with his. “It’s okay, baby. He’s gone. I won’t let him touch you again.” He doesn’t let you go for a while. Ethan and Kristina pack up your stuff as Grayson sits you down on his lap in the car, allowing you to cry, shake, and grieve for all the nightmares to come from this. Grayson is clearly heartbroken that he didn’t notice in time, wishing that he could do something to take away the pain that you feel.
He does what he can for the rest of the day. He puts ice on your eye and wrist, trying to at least alleviate the physical pain you are feeling, calls your mom to let her know what happened, and holds you close to him, even after you fall asleep, trying to do what he can, which is bring you comfort with him, your best friend and rock. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers as you drift into unconsciousness, knowing that at least when you wake up, he’ll be there.
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Willow Run | Ch. 1
Summary: On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse
A/N: Dusting off an old one I’ve never quite been able to shake. Cowboy!Syverson, anyone?
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Dust made up ninety percent of her body. It clung to her hair, baked into her skin, coated the inside of her nose like a clay mask drying much too fast. Her eyes stung with it, whipped up by the permanent breeze that crossed the flats of the farmland she traversed with slower and slower steps. Her hair—black with a cobalt undertone—stuck to her lips as she walked, making each step more hazardous as it cut out what little the sun hadn't taken of her visibility. Her shoulders burned even through the cream cardigan she wore to protect herself from the sun. Her water bottle empty, she let it slip from her fingers, slowly beginning to come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't see another sunrise.
Sasha had been walking for nearly eight hours, moving from the suburbs of Austin's south side towards the dry scrub of central Texas, no final destination in mind. Her only goal was to put as much distance between her and the bungalow as she could. Behind her, she knew her life would end in a matter of days. The phone call she shouldn't have heard made it all too clear. So, she took what she could carry—what she could access—and booked it, taking the only method of transportation available; her feet.
Her attempt at hitchhiking had been disastrous. The first car to stop had been full of men in their early twenties and her exposed legs and cleavage had made her an immediate bullseye for their testosterone-fueled desires. She'd spent an hour hiding in the women's bathroom of a convenience store, weeping softly, afraid to come out until the owner of the store knocked and told her the men had gone. Each step after that was taken with a glance over her shoulder, her tears coming back full force as her mind made a gruesome collage of images past and present, the men chasing her taking the spotlight for that particular day.
After another hour and a half of walking, her worn shoes breathed their last and dime-sized holes in the rubber brought her in full contact with the earth beneath her feet. Step after step she felt her soles burn a little further, her once-pink skin blistering and chafing as the gravel shoulder bit into her feet. It was agony, but she wasn't about to stop when he could reach her with a simple drive down the interstate.
Civilization had begun to die away at the three-hour mark and the only landscape markers were ranch-style homes that dotted the landscape every few miles. At the five hour mark, even the trees dwindled, providing little in the way of protection from the sun and leaving her exposed to the afternoon's rays at their hottest.
By mile twenty, she was staggering, Sasha's body shutting down as the sun, lack of water, and exhaustion overtook her. In the sharply contrasted lights and shadows of the path in front of her, she could only just make out a two-story home encircled by old Willows, green meadows as far as her eyes could see. With a final burst of energy, she made a beeline for the home, praying that someone would be home. Sasha hit the gate before she realized it was there, her body crashing to the dirt drive, one final insult added to her already-injured body.
The farrier was booked solid for a week, but Syverson's horse couldn't wait that long. If he didn't re-shoe him today, he'd be lame come the end of the week. As much as he felt his shoeing skills subpar, Syverson knew it was better than leaving the ill-fitting shoe on longer. So, come six in the morning, he was out in the stable, cleaning, sanding, prepping, and re-shoeing Wolf. Syverson worked diligently, and when he finally looked up, it was already heading on closer to nine. With a smile, he gave Wolf part of an apple, stroking his long black mane as his horse ate the fruit happily, all four feet now comfortably on the ground.
Satisfied that his horse was in good spirits, had a fresh barrel of hay, and was no longer in any discomfort thanks to his footwear, Syverson started the trek back to the main house, his leg aching from squatting for so long. The ATV his father had given him last year for his birthday had never come in handier. Before he'd received it, Syverson had been either driving his pickup over the acreage, hoofing it up to the stables, or riding one of his horses when he felt like getting some fresh air. Now, he had the best of both worlds; out in the open, and with more than one horse to power his trip.
As he rounded the corner, Syverson caught sight of something at his front gate. From the distance he was at, it was just a dark smudge, but the closer he got, the clearer the image became and when Syverson realized it was a person, he put the ATV in full throttle.
Within minutes, Syverson was lifting the lock on the large swinging gate, the ATV still purring behind him as he crouched down next to the slumped-over body of what seemed to be a young girl. With one glance, Syverson quickly realized a few things. For one, she wasn't that young, as a small tattoo on her wrist pegged her for at least eighteen. Secondly, someone had beat her senseless, and third, she'd walked a very long way, the worn-out soles on her shoes indicating the last fact quite clearly. Most noticeable, however, was her swollen belly; whoever she was, she was most definitely pregnant.
Careful not to touch any part of her that was bleeding or black and blue, Syverson kept his tone soft as he gently shook her, knowing she wasn't dead by the fact that her back was rising and falling at a steady, albeit shallow, rate.
"Ma'am, can you hear me? Open your eyes, ma'am, can you do that for me?"
Sasha’s eyes opened at the voice and her flight or fight response took over immediately.
“Get the fuck away from me!” She screamed, voice raw and hoarse from lack of water. Shaking visibly, she did her best to get up, although the moment she got upright, her legs gave way, muscles contracting involuntarily thanks to her emergency exodus.
Syverson backed up, hands up in surrender as he gave her the space she needed.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, but you collapsed out here in front of my house, ma'am. I wanted to make sure you were breathin'," he explained, still keeping his tone soft as he slowly stood, hiding the wince of pain he felt shoot down his right leg.
"Did you get into a car wreck or something? You're pretty busted up, there," he continued, looking around for any signs of a car in a ditch. While the road leading to his ranch was long, it was mostly flat so he could see all the way to the highway, some two miles down.
"Listen, why don't we go inside, get out of this heat. You can wash up, I'll grab a couple of ice packs and some ice water for ya, and we can figure out what happened," Syverson reasoned, pointing towards the main house just a few feet up the hill from the gate.
Sasha’s mind reeled as she tried to come up with a plausible explanation for why she looked the way she did. One eye black and swollen, cuts and bruises covering every inch of visible skin, and lip split open, she was quite the sight, but she wasn’t certain she could just pawn it off on a car accident, especially as she didn’t have a license. Unable to think of another reason as to why she looked like she’d gone twelve rounds with a pro boxer, Sasha decided to use a diversion tactic, ignoring the topic altogether.
“I’m fine. I was just...tired. I’ll go. I’m sorry for...fallin’ asleep at your gate.”
"You're not fine. You're not sweating, which is a problem given it's almost 100 out. You're all cut to shit, and I'll bet anything that if you try to get up again right now, your legs still won't hold.” Trying the straightforward approach first, Syverson hoped that keeping to the facts would help her process the information better, given her condition.
"Let's get you inside, get you some water, a couple band-aids and once you start seeing 20/20 again, we'll get you a ride home. Okay?" Syverson tried again, using more of his straight-and-narrow approach. If she was so hellbent on being 'fine', he'd help her along and then make sure she got wherever she was going in one piece.
Squinting against the sun despite the baseball cap he wore, Syverson reached out a hand for her, knowing full well he was going to end up carrying the poor thing inside; her shaking was getting worse and there was no way she’d be able to move under her own power.
Eyeing his hand warily, Sasha took a moment before managing to shake her head, her hand smoothing over her bump, a diamond engagement ring sparkling on her finger despite the dust that coated it.
Syverson grimaced as he looked at her in more detail, finding more and more injuries wherever he looked. Covering his mouth with his hand, he took a few deep breaths before scrubbing a hand over his face.
"How far along are you? And what in God's name are you doing out in 100-degree heat, walking in the open sun when you're pregnant?" Syverson tried to keep the worry from his voice, but he just couldn't, his eyes darkening with anger at whoever had let this woman get into the situation she was in, in the first place.
"Please, just come to the porch. Just so you can get out of the sun. I'll bring you some water, you can rest a while, and when you're ready, I'll drive you wherever you need to go."
Seeing that he wasn’t going to let up, Sasha relented, figuring that dying in the shade would be no worse than dying under the glaring Texas sun.
“Just to the porch,” she agreed, finally taking his hand, her legs only giving her enough power to get to a squat before she crumpled back against the dirt with a whimper.
"If the mountain won't come to Muhammad..." Syverson muttered softly, shaking his head. Despite her condition, the woman was determined and prideful; something he hadn't seen with such force since being in the Middle East. It made him smile even as he plucked the ball cap off his head and placed it gently on hers, Syverson crouching down and slipping his hands under her body, picking her up with ease.
Sasha was too out of it to protest the sudden move, fighting just to keep her eyes open as Syverson loaded her up on his ATV and booked it up the gently sloping hill that led to a rather large, beautiful ranch home.
Older than a lot of the houses that neighbored Syverson’s acreage, it nevertheless looked pristinely-maintained and had just had a fresh coat of paint put on it. As they came nearer, Sasha took in the wraparound porch, a swing hanging near the back door, looking out towards what could only be farmland of some sort, Sasha unable to see the stables or the horses with Syverson’s broad shoulders blocking the view.
Syverson cut the engine on the ATV and hopped off, holding Sasha steady until he could pick her up again. If he limped a bit as he walked, it wasn’t noticeable to her, and Sasha felt nothing but relief when he set her down on the porch swing with a nod.
"All right, you just stay right there, kick your feet up, and I'll be back with some water," he instructed once he was certain she wasn't about to pitch over the side of the swing from exhaustion.
Running in, he grabbed what he needed, along with two ice-filled glasses of water, hoping that she'd be able to get at least half of one down in the next few minutes. She looked dehydrated and Syverson knew it wasn't a good thing for a woman who was pregnant.
"Sip, don't gulp. Gulping will make your stomach churn and that's the last thing you want in this heat, believe me. Been there, done that." He tried for a light and jovial tone, though with his frown still firmly in place, it sounded out of place. Syverson handed her one of the glasses before setting the other down on the floor.
Doing as she was told, Sasha drank slowly, her lip stinging briefly against the cool water before relief began to wash over her. Looking at her rescuer out of the corner of her eye, Sasha felt ashamed that she’d ever doubted his intentions. Sitting next to her quietly, she could feel both patience and anger wafting off him and it made her wonder if she was about to get another talking to regarding her condition and her decision to walk in the heat. Regardless of what kind of conversation she had in store, Sasha couldn’t help but notice that he had kind eyes, something which went far in her estimation of a person.
“Thank you,” she murmured after finishing half of her first glass, her eyes already on the second, even though he’d told her to take her time.
“You’re welcome,” Syverson responded, eyeing her legs carefully. Spotting the largest area of swelling, he carefully placed the ice pack over it, a small tea towel keeping the cold gel from coming into direct contact with her skin. Strapping it down with an ACE bandage, he leaned against the porch railing across from her, Syverson’s arms crossing over his large chest.
Continuing to study her as she drank, Syverson took note of the shape of the bruises and the distinct impressions of half-moons at the edges of some of them. Someone had been squeezing this girl a little too hard, and Syverson already felt his temper starting to flare at whoever it was that had the gall to do it.
"Did you hit the ditch out on the 474? I keep tellin' 'em to put up a sign, but they don't listen..." Syverson kept his voice light, but he knew he was scrabbling for something to say without taking the direct route and asking her who beat the shit out of her before throwing her from their car; at least that's what Syverson assumed had happened. Immediately however, he could see the discomfort his question had caused, Syverson regretting his words the moment they reached her.
“You didn’t have to trouble yourself with all this, you know,” Sasha said after a moment, trying to save face despite her pitiful condition and her obvious lack of a vehicle. “I’ll be out of your hair in no time, I promise.”
"Of course I did. Not just gonna leave you layin’ on the ground in this heat with no one for miles. I'm not even sure how you made it out this far without a car," his voice drifted as he spoke the last few words, Syverson's eyes glancing around at his acreage. It was one of the most desolate areas in Texas and even with the highway two miles to the north, the land was about as far removed from civilization as humanly possible.
"You hungry? I was getting ready to fix up some breakfast. Had to get up real early this morning to re-shoe Wolf and I haven't eaten yet." Syverson asked, changing the subject to something a little less involved; his own stomach was churning, eager to have something for breakfast, even if it was only a bowl of cereal. He wasn't the type to skip breakfast, no matter how early he had to be up. If it meant holding off for a few hours after getting some chores done, so be it, but he needed his first meal of the day, come hell or high water.
Sasha was about to shake her head at the offer, feeling like she was already a burden on the man she’d only just met, but then he said the magic words. Eyes lighting up, she looked up at him with eager hope.
“You have a horse?”
"Horses. Plural," he laughed softly, nodding at her question, Syverson pointing to his right at the stables that sat further back on the property. "This is a horse ranch. I raise 'em, sell 'em, breed 'em...The works. With a little help, of course," Syverson added humbly, explaining what the land was used for and how he fit into it all.
"You like horses?" he asked, his gaze intent and curious, Syverson always up for talking with people that had similar interests to him. He made no move to get up, to usher her anywhere, or do anything more than sit there and talk. He figured he had an in with the horses, but he didn't want to push too hard, lest she try to get up and hurt herself in the process of trying to be stubborn.
“I used to groom them for pocket change when I was a kid. I always found it calming, almost like meditation, you know?” Sasha nodded, her smile growing brighter with each passing moment.
"I absolutely do," Syverson enthused, his face regressing in age right before Sasha’s eyes, as it always did when he was talking about something he loved.
"Tell you what. You stay for breakfast and I'll bring Wolf around to meet ya. He's the sweetest, and he's closer to the house, since he just got new shoes. All the others are out back and that's further than I think you'd be able to walk on those tired legs of yours," he winked, Syverson’s smile finally relaxed and open, the change in expression one that took Sasha’s breath away and made her forget her problems for a just a moment. The promise of meeting a horse for the first time in years, certainly didn’t hurt matters either.
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When had the red flags of an awry and failed mission began emerging ? Was it the overconfident mission control prompts which lied out plans far too simple for the severity of the distance involved ? Perhaps the red flag that the initial team members, Homelander and Queen Maeve, suddenly became occupied with another task thirty minutes before take off ? Mayhaps it was the language barrier on the hellicarrier itself. . why there were supposed Vought personnel speaking a different language the supe did not know. No, no. It was probably, maybe, the engine of the flying vessel exploding just short of the landing site, and the lack of alarm or surprise some of the crew members displayed.
The Deep was no mind nor time manipulator. If it was possible to slow down time to a crawl and look back at the heaping amounts of red flags, it still wouldn’t help him make sense of any of the chaos. He had not died on impact which was fantastic, really. Bumps, scrapes, blood, and ache were present, however the complaints of his body were overshadowed when blurry gaze finally found focus on the charred and shattered body of . . well, he could not quite make out who it was. The sight of broken limbs at such close proximity provided enough motivation for Deep to push himself away as swiftly as possible. Ears were ringing, mind was spinning, and it took a decent minute before hands found support ( on what he assumed was a rock ) and dragged body upwards to stand on feet.
God. The last time he felt so out of sorts was after he drank half a bar’s worth of liquor the day after his Seven inauguration. Only then it wasn’t in middle of a desert hell hole aching like a mother fucker all over. Although all life on Earth evolved from the ocean and he was capable of breathing in water, water wasn’t a source of comfort nor was it something he could call home. However now more than ever, Deep wished he was in water, wished so much the god damn carrier had crashed into the ocean. As strong and physically fit he was, he had the advantage in a body of water and was in no current condition to put up a decent fight. That was the plan, of course.
He heard the incoming churning of danger, several large engines, tires hitting sand, and a mash off unfamiliar words. Run, god damn it. Lids blinked rapidly to gain some clarity before blue hues scanned the wreckage for signs of Black Noir. There was just sand and chaos, and heat was nipping on the heels of Deep’s torn boots, so he ran. Clumsily and panicked until he thought he saw the familiar hilt of Noir’s katanas — it was lights out. Searing pain crawled up the base of his neck, infected his brain, and he didn’t even feel the impact of flesh on sand as everything spilled into shroud of darkness Good. He wanted to sleep and had stayed up far to late the night prior. Perhaps that had been the first red flag.
It was hunger which woke Deep. Any semblances of disrupted vertigo, torn flesh, and general soreness were not too extreme and nothing worth disrupting coma-esque sleep, however parched throat and esophagus and gnawing stomach woke him up rather violently. It took four seconds to recollect the events which tragically transpired nearly seven hours prior after hands attempted to move free, only to be held down by metal restraints. Fuck. All four limbs shook and struggled against restraints clearly made to handle men of his caliber. Still, Deep wasn’t the kind of supe to remain calm and conserve his energy. He thrashed and yelled until the face turned brilliant red and muscles felt completely strained and fatigued. Not three seconds after body went limp against the bonds, the sounds of mechanical whirring emanated from the metal table he was bound to, and the table-cot moved ninety degrees to position Deep vertically.
❝ What the fu — ❞ Door he had not even realized was part of the room opened in one swift movement, and two masked and armed men moved just as swiftly and with practiced movements. One moved to the left of Deep’s body, the other to the right. Through a hurl of insults, the cloaked person on the right removed a syringe from the pocket of uniform and spared no gentility jabbing the pointed edge within the muscle of shoulder.
❝ You mother fuckers have no clue, do you. . You’re all dead. Dead . . ❞ Lids fell shut beyond his control, and although it did not feel like he had drugged into sleep, he woke up to a change of scenery. The room was dark but not completely void of light; it was a concrete square with no perceivable door ( it was masked well ) with walls reinforced with rebar and floor bare. One concrete room was joined by another, or one larger room split in two rather, and each half was separated by metal bars. It wasn’t all too bad. Deep was bound to nothing, no longer hungry, and best of all, when he cleared the distance to the bars, Noir’s body was spotted at the farthest corner.
❝ Thank Jesus Christ. You’re alive, man ! ❞
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Adore you
Summary: Sam and Emily finally get to their wedding day. The outside venue is beautiful and everything is in order except for the fact that Embry and you are fighting.
La Push, ah. What a wonderful- dare say mystical place to be. Waves roared violently against the beach, crashing roughly into the minuscule pieces of sand. Rain pelted among the ground, mixing with ocean, grass, sand, skin, and materials. Clothes stuck to russet toned flesh, sticking like a temporary tattoo for a child.
Panting hard, Embry Call's hands reached up his hands to pushed back Y/N's hair away from her neck, peeling the thick mop away to rest on the other side. Her eyes refused to meet his, wavering to look at the waves. She wished she was anywhere on Earth but in front of him. The way he looked at her hurt. His face held the upmost gaze of betrayal, beautiful brown orbs burning you from the inside out.
Behind her ear held the mark that would cause wretching heartache. A dainty black tattoo rested, rooting anger between the two. Tattoos were meant to be meant to have a deep meaning, and her's did. It was a sail boat. A symbol for the sea. Vast area of the unknown that humans did not get the privledge of ruining. Getting their hands and tainting the beauty it beheld. Embry did not mind her logic behind it, nor did he dislike her love for the sea. But the tattoo. He hated it. Disgust curled in his stomach, gripping his ribs like quicksand and pulling. He wanted to scream.
"You lied."
His words came off venomously. A snake's bite. Harsh syllables announciated with distrust. And pain. Mostly pain. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling. Crying would not solve the issue that was present because you betrayed him. Broke his heart a bit when you swore to guard it and protect the beautiful organ.
"I'm sorry, Embry. It was impulsive-"
He cut you off by shriveling back by your words. A cold laugh escaped his lips, "Damn right it was impulsive. Must've been if you couldn't have talked to me about it."
Fighting over a tattoo seemed dumb. But not in this situation. Embry was not mad that you got a tattoo. It was that the sailboat was your first tattoo. Years ago you promised Embry at the ripe age of 13 that you two would get your first one together. You a small sun and him a small moon. Both on your hips so that it would be a private thing. The ultimate proclamation of love. It was obvious as kids that you two were meant to be, even before you were his imprint. You were raised as best friends. Learned together. Aged together. Grew as individuals together. When the promise was made and 13 you had not yet been lovers, but it was a promise as two beings connected molecularly as best friends.
Even dating you two were still best friends. No one understood you like Embry, and no one ever would. His corny jokes made you laugh so hard that snorts would skip out of your nose. His hugs melted you to the bones. He made you feel complete. Best friends turned lovers, but best friends still for eternity.
"I didn't tell you to avoid this! I knew a fight would ensue." You cried out helplessly, feeling incredibly guilty but defensive at the same time.
"Why do it then? Or maybe consider taking to me about it, telling me at the least. You hid this for, well, it has to have been a while. Clearly healed." He deadpanned, pointing to it like it cut his foot off.
"It's been three weeks, Em."
His eyes lit up in realization, "You wouldn't have sex with me in the daylight. I figured it was just odd timing but no. Just blatantly lying to me to cover this up."
Tears welled in your eyes at how removed your gentle boyfriend was. You didn't recognize the person in front of you. Not that you didn't fully deserve it, but it still stung to see the love of your life so repulsed by your actions. Your female best friend convinced you to get one with her when her long time girlfriend broke her heart. She said she needed it to heal. And you. Against your better judgement, your ass was in a leather chair while a needle plunged relentlessly into your skin. You loved her and wanted to be there for her. Your mind was foggy when it happened due to a few drinks in you too.
Your best friend knew that you and Em talked about getting tattoos together, but she didn't know it was such a sacred vowel or else she never would have helped you break it. She got an eye that had a ring around it like a planet on her forearm. She was an artist and drew it up herself. It meant a lot to her. You loved her, but now you were paying for the actions.
"Y/bff/n made you get this?"
"What?! No! Of course not. I willingly did it, but a few drinks were in me. Which doesn't excuse it, but she got one too. Not like marching or anything..."
Embry stared.
You scrambled to get in as much as you could without interruption, "Wholeheartedly my heart is pounding with guilt that I broke our pact to get our first tattoo together. But to be fair you already have yours."
Embry shook his head in disbelief, "Are you fucking me right now? It wasn't my choice to get this. It's membership into the pack, Y/N. My culture."
You sighed, "I know that Embry, and I'm not trying to disrespect that. I love you and the pack. I love your culture. Undoubtedly it's your first tattoo though. We can get our second together."
You tried to grab his hand but he pulled it away, searing a burn mark right into your heart. Rain pelted down even harder. What had been a nice beach date went to hell when Embry went to move your hair back to kiss your neck when he saw it. Usually you could dodge his attempts to get close to there, but you were so blissed out by his intoxicating kisses that your mind wasn't all there. Ironically the weather went to shit as soon as fighting began.
"Don't touch me. I don't want to hurt you." What you failed to notice earlier was that his hands were shaking. Typically you could caress his bicep or face and he would melt into you. Today the same touches would have the opposite effect. No matter how angry he was, he was terrified to harm you. Any wound inflicted by him would drive him crazy. He loved you. Forever. Even when he was furious he was cautious to keep you safe. This only made you feel worse.
"I think I rather have you physically hurt me than you be angry with me." You mumbled, sniffling at how bad you just wanted to touch him.
He snarled. His veins bulged as he pointed at you, "Shut up! How dare you wish for something like that?"
"I don't wish for that. I'm just saying us fighting is unbearable!"
"You just said you rather me hurt you physically! You want scars like Emily? You want me to be in withering pain and agony as you bleed on the floor?!" He bellowed, shaking even worse.
You let out a sob at his words. This all escalated too quickly. His eyes softened momentarily at your cry but his anger got the best of him as he reminded himself why you were crying. He scrambled to throw his clothes off. His body contorted until his grey wolf stood tall in front of you.
It whimpered, but turned and booked it for the woods. Leaving you alone with his clothes, the rain, guilt, heartache, and the beach. You slid down to your knees, clutching his shirt to your chest.
Emily's wedding was tomorrow. She would look gorgeous in her wedding dress, smile beaming with every step down the aisle towards her wolf. Laughs, happy tears, and hugs would be shared between the wedding and reception. Of course dancing would be a necessity. You were unsure if you were going to be involved in their experience anymore. The pack loved you. You were one of them. But with Embry so upset and not knowing when you two would makeup, maybe it was for the best if you stayed home.
Half an hour later you were still on the beach crying. Jacob ran next to you, scooping you up in his strong arms. You snuggled into his warmth, wishing that it was Embry instead. After everything you still wanted him to be with you. Jacob took you home and helped you dry off before leading you into the shower to encourage you to take a hot shower. If you got sick Embry wouldn't be happy with his packmate.
He sat in the livingroom as you got dressed in the bathroom. You sheepishly walked out, embarrassed of the state he had found you in. His large frame took up the lounge chair. Two cups of hot tea sat on the coffee table.
"For me?" You asked, gesturing to the cup. He picked one up and handed it to you before taking his own. It felt good going down your throat. Warm and reassuring.
"Embry should not have phased like that. He feels like an ass for losing control like that." Jake began.
"He had enough control to strip first. I wasn't in danger." You assured.
Jake nodded, "I saw the whole fight go down. I was on patrol."
You laughed sadly. Poor Jacob had to relive Embry's anger and pain through the shared pack bond. He seemed to not be effected by it. You wondered how Embry was doing now. Texting him seemed like a bad idea. Especially with how things were left.
"It was an ugly fight. Worst one to date. His eyes held repulsion, Jake. Like he could barely look at me. This tattoo is giving me hell."
Jake sighed, motioning for you to come sit next to him. You squeezed into the chair with him, resting on his lap. Jake was like your brother that would help you through anything. His warm hand rubbed your back lightly to assure you that he was there. He would always be there.
"Life is weird and there's a lot that I don't know. What I do know is that if anyone is meant to be together, it's you two. Bonded and meant to be before he even shifted. Imprints are strong but you two are even more. This fight is a pebble that will chip away, I promise."
"Thanks but I don't know. He looked crushed. Phasing like that.. showing up to the wedding tomorrow might not be good. I'm not going."
Jake recoiled, "What? Of course you have to attend! Emily wants you there. Screw Embry. Tomorrow is about Sam and Emily and they certainly need you there. You're family."
"Don't say screw him." You mumbled. Feeling defensive was part of the bond, "I will think about it."
Jake ignored you scolding him because he understood the loyalty you felt for Embry. He felt the same exact way towards Reneesme. Rough times caused fighting like any other couple, but the bond required unconditional love and affection. Some portrayed it as toxic, but you didn't. Relationships typically didn't happen like this but you couldn't stay mad at Embry while growing up. It was an impossible defeat.
"You're a bridesmaid, not going would be terrible. Embry wants you there whether he admits it right now or not. I'll come pick you up, make sure you go."
You sighed, nodding. Lack of your presence would only cause a bigger rift between you two. On top of that, Emily would be crushed and that would make Sam frustrated towards you too. And that would lead to arguing between Sam and Embry because another wolf cannot be rude to an imprint. You helped plan this wedding and you deserved to be there. Jake was giving you big puppy dog eyes. Begging like Embry did. Begging that you could not deny.
"Fine."
Jake stood up, "I will see your pretty face tomorrow."
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Hours later you laid in bed. Ceiling fan high blast cooling the room. Goosebumps danced across your skin, chilling you more than it should. Embry's warm embrace should've sheltered you from the breeze, making the ceiling fan actually necessary compared to his radiating heat. He wasn't with you tonight. You were alone. Restless. Where did he go if he didn't come home to you? Was he on Jared's couch? Sharing Quil's bed like he did when they were kids? Back home with his mom?
Phone screen said 2:41. Four hours after you laid down. Sleep was battling you, heart beating too fast with each memory of the argument. His hurt tone rang through your ears. Past text messages assured you that things would get better between you two. His corny jokes and memes made joy fill you.
This fight was dumb.
Your thumbs typed out all the words you wanted to say and you were about to send it you saw three dots meaning that he was typing too. He was reaching out too! The three dots dissapeared with a lack of text. Mood officially dampened. Who knew texting could be an emotional roller coaster.
Hours later your ass was seated in an uncomfortable chair while your hair was being done. Makeup had been applied an hour ago and you already wanted it off. Your upset hands liked to rest on your face and makeup didn't allow that. Emily and the other girls were chirpy. Gorgeous teeth on show from beaming. You did your best to match their mood. Key word, tried.
"Okay, you're hair is done. Go get in your dress!" Emily cooed, hands on either side of your shoulder. You offered a smile.
Putting on the dress took help from Leah. She was in a sour mood. Her first love getting married to her cousin and all. It was reasonable and truly expected. She may be a shape shifter, but human she still was. Her warm hands zipped up the back of the dress. Leah sensed your bad vibe like second nature.
"Go find Embry, makeout for a minute and get over with whatever the hell this is. It's ridiculous. You two are disgustingly in love. Fix it because it's dragging us all down." Her words were honest. Leah was always honest. Basically in her DNA.
You snorted, "We are not making out here. Im sorry that this is impacting you guys too, but this is not getting dealt with today. Emily and Sam are getting married."
"Won't be perfect if our favorite couple is on the outs."
"Favorite couple?" You questioned.
She nodded as if her sentence was as obvious as stating that the vast sky was blue. You rolled your eyes and moved the bottom of the dress so that it was in place. The light pink silk dress suited you. It suited all of the bridesmaids. Nice dress. Emily had great taste. Speaking of the devil, Emily walked around the corner. Her brown eyes widened at the sight of you and Leah. As if it wasnt her wedding day. As if she wasn't the most stunning looking woman for the day.
"Gorgeous! Oh my goodness, you both look amazing. Thank you for sharing this day with me," her eyes shifted to her Leah, "Especially you, Leah. I know I don't deserve your support considering what happened on your wedding day, but it means the world to me that you are here."
"Yep." Leah gave a tight smile. Emily's face fell at the lack of words from her cousin. You sighed and nudged Leah. She rolled her eyes but tried, "This isn't easy but I'm doing it. For you."
Emily closed the distance between them and pulled her cousin in for a hug. Tension resides and still would for a while, but the bond was slowly mending. Cousin like sisters trying to reconnect. It was hard when Leah was the one who lost everything and Emily gained what she had. Leah still did have one thing. Seth. And you. Seth was her brother and best friend. He always had her back. But you did too. Days after Embry introduced you to the pack you befriended her.
You felt intrusive of the moment so you walked out into the hall. A few doors down led to the outside. Some fresh air would be lovely. Sunshine fluttered through the glass door when you arrived. Glancing outside you halted.
Embry.
Black material covered his toned body, rose sitting perfectly on his left peck. His brown floppy hair was styled perfectly. Your fingers longed to run through the thick locks. You should've been the one to help him do his hair rather than peaking at him behind a door like a child that is supposed to be in time out. He was standing with Jake and Quil. His two friends were laughing as Embry leaned against the wall. Not laughing. Although his face didn't look miserable like yours did.
Jake's eye caught yours and you froze, terrified of what would happen next. Talking to Embry in front of them would most likely cause more issues. You knew Jake would side with you and Quil would side with Embry. Quil was forever Embry's best friend. Jake could see past that.
"There's Y/N." Jake spoke. Embry leaned off the wall and looked around for you. And there you were. Looking gorgeous as ever on the other side of the door. His face faltered into vulnerability as he realized how sad you looked. He did that. He made you sad. Before he could do anything you walked away. He grunted in annoyance, hitting the brick wall behind him.
"Fuck!"
Line up for walking down the isle was what you dreaded because obviously Embry was your match. Room silent as you grudgingly came to stand beside him. His eyes scanned over your beautiful face in sorrow. You busied yourself by picking at your nails. A tick that you did when you avoided confrontation.
Walking down the isle, an arm intertwined in his was mandatory. You did it. Sparks flew up your arm at touching him after so long. His warm skin blazed against yours pleasantly. During the wedding Embry kept stealing glances at you. You noticed and held his gaze when you could.
Sam and Emily's vowels were beautiful. Raw and true words about their unconditional love. Hell Emily has scars on her face from his anger and they got past that. Certainly you could get over Embry shifting yesterday. He did look incredibly handsome across from you.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The crowd cheered as Sam and Emily kissed. He dipped her back like a princess and the cheers only got louder. Kim nudged your shoulder and you two shared a smile when they road off to the reception hall in their decorated car.
You contemplated how you would get to the reception yourself. You arrived with Jake but your body was buzzing with anticipation to touch your boyfriend. Fighting seemed pointless. Today was about love. And you loved eachother. This tattoo was permanent but so were you guys.
Embry was leaning against his truck when your knuckles tapped on the door. He jumped at the surprise but he calmed down when he saw it was you. Looking beautiful as ever. Your hair blew in the wind, giving him a nervous smile.
"You look gorgeous, baby." He lowly said, gesturing to you.
You blushed, "Thanks. Not so shabby yourself, mister."
"I love you." He blurted, "I love you so much. I'm sorry for yesterday. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm especially fucking sorry for phasing."
Your eyes watered as you walked straight into his blazing embrace. He scrambled to pull you as close as possible. Your hands clutched the fabric of his tux as his hands gently rubbed up and down your back. Your mind was flooding with euphoria at how close he was to you. Intoxicating. You hadn't been this far away from Embry for so long since you were fifteen.
"I'm sorry for my tattoo. It was shitty of me not to talk to you about it."
"I was just hurt that you got one without me. I wanted your first tattoo to be shared with me. It was selfish. You may be my imprint, but it's still your body." He confessed.
You pulled away so that you could look up at him, "Yes. My body is mine. But my soul is undoubtedly mixed with yours, belongs to you. Getting a tattoo doesn't make that any less."
An infectious smile broke out on his face. His hands cupped your face as he brought you closer, noses rubbing affectionately. His hand moved to your chain to raise it up, lips slotting quickly against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, eliciting a moan. You pulled back when you heard someone behind you two.
Jake stood there with a shit eating grin, "Was gonna ask if you needed a ride but you two clearly made up."
"Shut up dude." Embry groaned, pressing a few kisses to your cheek, "I missed her."
"Yeah, as if the whole pack didn't know that. See you guys at the reception." Jake retorted.
"See ya Jake!" You called out.
"Think we can manage a quickie before the reception?" Embry asked, hands dangerously roaming your body as he lifted you into the truck. You laughed as you were put on your back in the backseat. Your head lifted to see that no other cars were in the parking lot. You hummed as he shut the door and climbed on top of you. His hands pushed the dress off from your shoulders, head dipping down to appreciate what was his.
"This is a church parking lot." You teased as his tongue ran along your collar bone, hot saliva trailing behind. You grabbed his head and pulled it back up so that he could look at you.
"Yeah and? Everything about you is holy."
You snorted, pulling him down for another kiss. His warm hands slipped under your dress and grabbed your thighs, soft flesh melting against his. He pulled your hips up closer to him, grinding into you. You moaned at how his body moved against yours, two bodys and basically one soul. His lips moved to press hot kisses to your neck until they sucked on your tattoo.
"I think I actually like this spotch of ink." He murmured, running his tongue over it as he bunched up your dress to rest around your torso.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. It's hot."
Twenty minutes later you two walked into the reception hall hand in hand. Embry was especially lovey after the ten minutes spent in his truck. You both made sure that no evidence of your quickie was present. Emily and Sam were sharing their first dance in the middle of the dance floor. You led him to your table where Jake, Quil, Jared, Kim, Paul, and Rachel sat. Seth and Leah sat with Sue and Charlie a table over.
"Hot make up sex?" Paul teased as Embry pulled your chair out for you.
You shook your head at his blunt question. It wasn't like your sex life was a secret. Embry could not keep those thoughts to himself when he was shifted. Actually none of the boys could. It was how it went. Over time you got used to it. It wasn't Embry's fault.
"The best." Embry said intertwining your hands, "But not that that's any of your concern."
Paul raised his hands in surrender. The hothead knew better than to overstep and disrespect a fellow wolf and imprint. That would lead to a fight and Sam would murder them.
"Don't listen to Paul. We're glad that you two fixed things." Kim sweetly said. Her eyes were always so wide and kind.
"Yeah, bunch'a miserable kids in love. Embry was mopey all morning." Jared added.
Embry rolled his eyes, thumb rubbing affectionately across the top of your soft hand, "Beg to differ.."
"Oh wanna bet, Call?! You leaned against walls and didn't talk. Like uh," Paul snapped his fingers as he tried to think of the word, "like a mute."
"Love you man, but he's right." Quil spoke. Embry snapped his head to glare at his best friend. In return Quil sheepishly shrugged and sipped his water.
Embry then shifted towards you again, "Do you think any other wolf packs are around that I can join?"
You laughed at his deadpanned tone and lightly slapped his bicep, "You love them and you know it, bub."
"Yeah, bub." Rachel teased, a beautiful smile gracing her lips. Paul smirked with a profound proud feeling bubbling in his chest as he listened to his imprint.
Sam and Emily's dance ended and the dance floor was opened up. Embry took this chance to escape the ragging from his friends to share a slow dance with you instead. His hands rested on the curve of your back while yours intertwined around his neck. His face bend down to be close to yours.
"So I was thinking about our tattoos..." Embry started.
You cocked a curious eyebrow, "Oh? And what conclusion did you arrive at?"
"Let's get them tomorrow. Quil knows a guy who does some wicked cool ones and I just know he will make them exactly how we want. And why wait? Why did we not do it a year a or two ago?" He rambled, twirling you around and bringing you back into his arms.
"No clue why we waited. But.. I am so down for tomorrow. Sooner the better."
He hummed happily, "Great. Tomorrow it is."
Harry Style's Adore You came on and you grinned, "You may be an ass at times Embry Call, but I adore you."
"Thank you baby, but hey." You looked into his loving brown eyes and waited for him to go on, "I'd walk through fire for you."
Song lyrics or not, Embry Call would legit do anything for you, "Just let me adore you." You responded.
He leant down to peck your lips, "That's the only thing I'd ever do."
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College Apps- JJ Maybank
Pairing: Reader x JJ and Reader x John B (Platonic)
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: College applications...suck. Maybe you can make them suck less for JJ, if you knew the right thing to say. AKA comforting a stubborn JJ.
Warnings: mention of abuse (a brief, vague mention, less than is in the show) + language
A/N: I know my John B fic didn’t get too many notes, but I enjoyed writing this one, so I’m posting it :)
Also a HUGE thank you to @alltheannie for your kind words and your editing to make this fic the best it can be!!
Stress, deadlines, wasting time, and the blind hope that everything will turn out ok. What could be a better way to describe college applications?
You only wished you could start your Common App essay with those lines, but you decided against it--this was not a teen movie. It was your dreaded application that would determine where you’d be spending the next four years.
You wondered what you could possibly say about your life that wasn’t the same as the thousands of other essays that would pour into admissions offices. You laid on your back, seemingly enamored with the ceiling fan’s spins as your friends John B and JJ started airing their frustrations.
“This is such a BS question-- ‘What challenge have you faced and what did you learn from it?’ my ass. What makes you think I wanna write it all out for some stuck-up admissions guy?” JJ thought out loud.
John B added, “How the fuck am I supposed to write something about myself and make it sound good?”
For you, it was the opposite. Living on the richer edge of the Cut, bordering Kook territory had not presented you with many challenges in your life. The problem came with reflecting on your life to find an appropriate hardship to write about. You decided that just agreeing with your best friends’ stance on the prompt would be the easiest solution, since your struggle with it made you feel a bit guilty.
You sighed, sitting up. “John B, I’ll edit yours, and JJ, I don’t know what to tell ya.” You were usually the mediator within the group, level-headed and realistic.
John B moved closer to show you his screen with what he had written so far.
“Thanks, Y/N,” JJ sarcastically grumbled. “UNC isn’t even gonna accept me anyway. All they’re gonna see is some poor kid from the island with a sob story about his dad.” He shut his laptop, showing defeat.
You shot him a glare--you’d always hated when JJ talked about himself like that. He was undoubtedly more than that to you, the Pogues, and everyone who had ever met him.
“JJ, don’t say that, you’re way more than that--and that will definitely show on paper, and even when you interview and show your Maybank charm,” you assured the blond. “Also, you’ll regret it if you don’t try, just saying.” You turned back to John B’s screen to read his essay as you leaned on his shoulder.
“That’s also BS, and you know it. Why am I even trying? There’s thousands of other kids out there, and I’m done” JJ said, frustrated.
“Because you worked so hard, JJ, and you can’t blow it now. Everything that has happened with your dad and stuff doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve a future, or that you shouldn’t try!” you snapped.
The stuffy bedroom fell silent. You knew as soon as it fell out of your mouth that it was too far.
“Fuck you! Just because we kissed doesn’t mean you get to tell me shit, or psycho-analyze me, or whatever you’re trying to do to fix me, Y/N!” With that, JJ slammed the door to John B’s bedroom. There was a loud “I’m fuckin’ done,” before he rattled the screen door of the Chateau on his way out.
“Shit! Why the hell did I say that?” You sighed, upset that you had not fully registered the weight of your words until you’d said them.
“Yeah, uh… why the hell did you say that?” John B replied from his bed. He patted the spot next to him with a reassuring “C’mere.”
As soon as you were halfway onto the bed, he pulled you into him. He was warm and comforting, and smelled like ‘boy’ and salt water. It was probably the cedarwood from the cologne you’d gotten him for his birthday last year. It was a bit of a selfish move since it’s a smell you loved, but it comforted you in times like these (which were more often than you’d think).
You sighed and just focused on the rhythm of John B’s heart rather than yours. He rubbed circles on your back as you laid your head on his warm chest.
But soon everything just hit you. You were upset that JJ wouldn’t listen, frustrated with yourself since you’d said something without thinking, and now annoyed at the repetitive circles on your back.
You pushed John B’s arm off your back, adjusting yourself so you were facing him.
He started, “So you’re up to at least one kiss with JJ, three with me, and two with Pope and Kie. Very interesting information, Y/N…”
“That’s what you got from this, John B?! It’s actually more like, four, with JJ, but still! Not my point,” you groaned and flopped flat on the twin-sized bed.
The Pogues were a rather touchy group, definitely unafraid of showing physical affection, which was sometimes in the form of less-than-sober smooches. But each with JJ was sober, and meaningful, to you at least. But John B didn’t have to know that.
“Did you understand what I was trying to say? I know I said it wrong, but…” you trailed off, waiting for the brunette to reassure your thoughts.
“I did, but I don’t know why it bothers you so much--that’s just how JJ gets sometimes. He gets heated then leaves, he’ll get over it.”
“I wasn’t talking about that part,” you paused, “never mind, I’m gonna go find him.”
On your way out of the room, John B’s voice made you turn around.
“I think you feel something else about JJ, but I don’t wanna get into that.” He sat in the silence that he created.
The two of you were waiting for the other to say something. He wasn’t wrong, you did feel a little different each time you had kissed JJ. But it was nothing, just a product of you being around him all the time. Fuck, now that John B had noticed, that meant whatever you were feeling was obvious. “What gave him the idea of that? Had I slipped up somewhere?”
“What the fuck? Are you serious?” you spoke after a few seconds, anger tinting your tone.
Your impulse got the best of you, determined to keep up your façade. In one swift movement, your lips were on John B’s. It was well-received, his lips beginning to mold to yours. You pulled away after a few seconds, out of breath of course.
“And there’s your fourth one, you’re tied with JJ now, ok?” On your way out, you left a bewildered John B on his bed as the door slammed shut.
Now there were two things you’d done today where you weren’t totally thinking. They just kind of happened, and you didn’t exactly understand why.
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You reached the Boneyard, and sure enough you knew the figure sitting and staring off into the water was JJ: the smoke cloud he blew confirmed it. When it wasn’t the venue for island-wide keggers, it was the place that you or any of your friends would go to when you needed to be alone, and that was understood. But you had to break that unsaid pact today, because you’d really fucked up, and only talking could fix it.
You approached JJ and slowly sat down on the sand next to him, not saying anything for a few seconds. He let the silence settle because he knew it was killing you. Two could play at the ‘pushing-buttons’ game, so you started saying your piece.
“I’m just tired of you rejecting every nice thing I say to you. You deserve everything, all the love that we all have for you, and every single fucking compliment I give you. And I’ll admit it--yes I was meddling and trying to analyze you and what I said was too far.”
You laid it all out, which was typical for you to do. As a writer yourself, you were a natural communicator-- straightforward and heartfelt.
The blond turned away from you. “I’m tired of being messed with. Just stop trying to figure me out all the time. I can’t even figure some of my shit out! And don’t say anything to that, y/n,”
“That’s really hard for me, you know?” you felt tears welling in your eyes as you let out a laugh. The love you had for this boy was overwhelming, and began to run down your face as you wiped the tears.
“I really fucking care about you, JJ, you know? I just appreciate you so much...It hurts that you always reject it because I know you deserve it.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t,” he said sharply.
You leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to make sure your words really reached him. You looked him straight in his eyes. “You are a great person, JJ Maybank, even if you don’t believe it. And I’ll be damned if you don’t get into UNC. Your application essay is literally amazing so far.”
“Did you-”
“I read your screen over your shoulder earlier...I’m also kinda sorry about that too.”
JJ chuckled, but was still cold towards you, you could just sense it. His blue eyes had wandered as you had gripped his shoulders.
“You have so much to say, and I know you can say it right on the page, no matter how much you grumble about it. And you have charm that can win anyone over,”
“Even you?”
You groaned, “God, JJ! I knew you’d bring that up!”
“How couldn’t I? I’m the only one of us you’ve kissed sober, which has to mean you feel something, right?” By this point, JJ was practically yelling. He sounded a little hurt by your hesitation, forcing you to choose your next words carefully.
“Ok, so maybe it does. Does that mean that you’ll listen to what I have to say about you, if I say that I possibly feel something like that about you?” You posed the question. “Also, did you really need to bring it up with John B in the room?”
“Look, I wasn’t thinking. And don’t get on me for that because you said some pretty messed up shit while you weren’t thinking.” JJ did have a point. “Also, yes, maybe I’d give in if you told me about said feelings,” the blond raised an eyebrow and knew he’d won.
You sighed and looked out onto the water--practically anywhere but at JJ.
“Fine. JJ you’re pretty cute, and also a good kisser,” you started as you felt your body heat up with a kind of nervous excitement.
“I really appreciate that, Y/N.” He looked down with a smile. Soon the tension dissipated with JJ’s joking, “But how do you feel?”
“Oh shut up, wasn’t that enough embarrassment from me for you to believe all the mushy stuff I say about you?”
“Nah, I’m still feelin’ a little down, so more would definitely help,” JJ smugly said.
You groaned. “Maybank, ya got me. I think that maybe… I like you as more than my dumb friend.”
“That’s enough for me,” his eyes lit up as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips. You could sense what he was going to do so you automatically leaned into him as your lips practically crashed into his. It felt electric, but more obviously--it felt natural. You just knew how to kiss him and he knew the same. He pulled away and you both looked down, unsure of how to react to something so pleasurable, but maybe not the most accepted considering the Pogue-on-Pogue macking rule in your friend group’s constitution. But that made it all the more enticing.
JJ broke the silence. “I actually do feel a lot better, and no, it’s not just because you’re also a pretty good kisser. But,” he paused, “because of everything you said. God, you’re gonna love hearing this too much, but you’re right.”
You gave a smile in response. You were ecstatic that he took your words to heart (and maybe a little more since he admitted you were right).
There was a chill in the air, so JJ instinctively gave you his hoodie and pulled you into him. He smelled like salt water and cologne.
“So what am I up to now, 5 kisses, and John B’s at 3 drunk ones?” he teased, in line with his competitive nature.
“Actually, John B’s at 4,” you laughed, “but he thinks he’s tied with you, so don’t tell him.”
“Well, just to be sure that he doesn’t catch up…” he leaned down and smiled into a sweet kiss. Your smiles stuck as you and JJ spent the rest of the night at the Boneyard, half of the time figuring out how you’d keep this from the Pogues (for now) and the other half enjoying each other’s company.
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