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2024 November 21st
INTO THE LAKE WITH YOU, MUD CHILD
My part of a retroactive art trade with @anxiousapplepie ! "Retroactive" because I was already drawing this before we agreed to make it part of a trade, heheh.
I read this post about their Role!Swap AU, and, like, multiverse shenanigans? Check. Characters goofing off and having fun? Check. Several opportunities for slapstick humor? Check. Conclusion: I really wanted to draw it. Physical comedy is my specialty. :p
This thing is kinda all over the place composition wise (looking at you, relative sizes of speech bubbles) because there is Too Much going on in these panels and I Did Not plan ahead of time, lmao. This was supposed to be doodlier than it ended up being, so as a growing pain it's a funny jumble of consistency. One of these days I'll be able to doodle without getting carried away. đ
More rambling and close-ups under the cut
This interaction in particular is what nudged me over the edge to draw this whole thing. I don't know what Fighter Mirabelle's malfunction is when it comes to the Siffrins, but it lets me make Sif the butt of a joke again, so yeehaw! His hat being catapulted out of frame made me laugh when I was thinking of what to do with the composition-complicating hat in question.
Also my personal take is Siffrin is 100% having the time of their life here. Making new(?) friends? Being involved in a fun group activity? Well worth inhaling some puddle water and having to go jump in The Lake to wash the mud off later.
Bonnie being so furious they changed art styles wasn't in my original plan, but I'm so glad I thought of it on a whim because it made me laugh Every Time I looked at their face. đ
Time taken on this whole thing was 42 hours and 50 minutes. AND. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS BAD. IF YOU KNOW I'M TRYING TO SPEED UP MY ART PROCESS. But this project gets a special pass. This was the farthest out of my art comfort zone I've been in a while! 13 (mostly) full-body characters at various complicated angles, 2 backgrounds, learning to use CSP's perspective rulers, effects I'm not used to like water splashes, etc etc. I made progress on speeding up sketching & line art as well! Some of the lines you see are just extremely cleaned up sketch. I was able to let myself fudge things more too. For example, Mira's dress is a very "dude just trust me" simplification because I don't know how the clothes folds would work at that angle. ^^;;
So while there's still a handful of things I'm not happy with, it's worth it for the learning experience and perfectionism-busting progress! Also for the sake of drawing silliness, of course.
Oh, lastly; the KO sprite is the one from in-game, so it was made by insertdisc5 and not me.
#in stars and time#isat#ISAT Role!Swap AU#isat bonnie#isat odile#isat isabeau#isat mirabelle#isat siffrin#comic#fan art#2d art
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The Princess
Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader
Genre: Angst, a good chunck of fluff, a HINT of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but theyâre quite sexual towards each other)
Synopsis: If ATZ were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldnât say what you think. It isnât the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they donât even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you donât come home?
Warnings: Kidnapping, major violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, Arson, MxM of course. So because of all of this please â ïžMNDIâ ïž if I missed anything please let me know!
Word count: 5.3k words
A/N: Itâs finally here!!! My goodness you guys loved that teaser đ Iâm so grateful for all your enthusiasm! I hope this fic lives up to your expectations!! Happy reading!! Please tell me what you think! Likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!
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On one side of the outskirts of town, there is this mansion belonging to a very interesting group of people. As of this moment throughout the gargantuan mansion, the sounds of fast paced footsteps can be heard. While loud or fast paced footsteps like these werenât necessarily uncommon.
However somehow everyone who heard them deep down knew, something was wrong.
Suddenly said footsteps came to a stop as the sound of the door to the meeting room was opened.
Then the dreaded question was asked.
âMy loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?â
Silence.
Just like that it became nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.
âIs.. she not home yet?â Seonghwa asked softly.
âWell.. I canât find her anywhere and sheâs not answering her phoneâŠâ
âWhat?!â Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.
Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.
âItâs past her curfew. She knows sheâs supposed to be home by now.â
âForget that! She knows to always answer us. And sheâs literally not answering us!â Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.
âSheâs just supposed to go shopping again!â Jongho exclaims.
The rest of the men in the room were silent. Frozen in fear and contemplation of what happened to you and where could you possibly be.
Suddenly they hear the front door open.
Believing its you, they wasted no time and quickly rushed down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.
You?
Nowhere in sight.
At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands and knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.
âS-sirs! Weâre sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-â
BANG
Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.
His Princess was taken.
All he needs now is her back.
Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.
He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.
âWhere?â
âD-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!â
BANG
Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.
âSIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-â
BANG
Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.
Now theyâve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.
As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingiâs face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as theyâve never seen their bosses so angry.
âClean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.â
With that they scrambled and quickly got to work.
Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.
They will find you.
And those that took you will pay.
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At another mansion on the other side of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He's currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.
This other group wasnât really a threat. No one was. However theyâve been getting on their nerves for far too long. So they intended to just wipe them out for their own comfort. Silently, quickly and deadly. Like they always do. Furthermore itâll maybe also send a message to other groups to not pull the same stunts.
So once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having âtoys' around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.
After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.
No one was entirely happy with the idea. They hated the thought that San had to flaunt what was theirs and let another man touch him, possibly even kiss him.
However they knew their options to make this quick were very limited.
They all drew the line that San cannot sleep with him though. Not like San ever wanted to anyway. He would rather die before betraying his loves like that.
Thankfully San knew how to play his part well, where he was fun enough to keep around even if he had yet to sleep with the man. Plus he's too pretty of an eye candy to be let go anyway.
However he still needed to get this information quick, cause he knew he couldn't play celibate forever. The man will eventually want to force him to sleep with him.
So he needed to get out of there before that happens.
Currently San is in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys.
He's just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.
When suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.
"Sir, we've retrieved what you've asked for!"
One of the henchmen announced loudly.
San acted uninterested and nonchalant as he usually does until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.
..Princess..?
Why were you here??
How were you here???
Youâre supposed to be safe at home with the rest!
âAh yes. So this is ATZâs precious treasure.â The man said with a shit eating grin causing the diamonds in his teeth to shine in the light.
He then got up and made his way to kneel in front of you. The man then grabbed your chin to make you look at him.
San almost lost it.
How dare his filthy hands touch his Princess?! So roughly at that.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Let go of me you piece of shit.â You growled at him.
âAh ah.. is this the way you talk to the only one that can spare yo- UGH! Fucking bitch!â
Before he even finished his sentence you spat straight into his face.
In retaliation he gave you a hard slap, knocking you down.
There your eyes met San.
While to an outsider San seemed unbothered, you knew your husband. He was beyond mad. So mad that the devil himself wouldnât dream of messing with him.
You, of course, knew of his mission. So you understood why he had to just sit there and act like he didnât know you.
You werenât even upset.
You missed him too much. It was such a sight to see him again.
Especially in the outfit heâs in.
So you only give him the tiniest comforting smile. Letting him know that youâre okay.
âLock her up. ATZ will come and find her soon. Theyâll make the deal to get her back. And soon Iâll be the most powerful.â
As you were being dragged away, your eyes only lingered on San.
San could only take another sip of his whiskey, with only one thought in his head.
Oh how wrong this man was.
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âWhat do you mean you have no leads?!?â Mingi barked at the henchmen who gave him the update. Or lack there of.
âIâm sorry sir.. weâre still look-â
CRACK
âWe donât need your useless apologies. Get out there and FIND OUR WIFE. NOW!â Mingi didnât even let him finish before hurling a heavy desk ornament straight towards his head and yelling at him again.
Bleeding from the head but grateful it wasnât from a bullet hole, the henchmen hurriedly staggered over to give Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung each a kiss on their rings that dawn their middle finger. Once the obligatory task of showing respect was done he left the room to continue searching for the lady of the household.
The room fell silent again as Mingi walks over to the big portrait of his husbands and you right in the middle. Smiling so wide and beautifully. Heâd do anything to make sure that smile stays forever on your face and for him to always see it.
All of them would.
Youâve only been missing for less than 24 hours yet thatâs longer than any of you have been apart these past few years without reason. Along with the fact that they knew you were taken forcibly, unease would be an understatement to describe what Mingi and the rest of them are feeling.
Then after a sigh, Wooyoung reached over and rung a bell that was on the desk. Which caused a maid with a tray of glasses and Wooyoungâs favorite bottle of liquor to enter.
Wooyoung took the bottle, disregarding the glasses and took a swig.
âHave we heard back from San? He needs to come home now. I already hated that he had to do this. Now with Princess gone, I need to know that heâs safe too. And Iâm sure heâd also want to find her.â Wooyoung rambled, jittery due to the present status of his lovers are up in the air.
âWe just sent the message to him. Heâll respond soon.â Yeosang sighed, trying to reassure him by also softly grabbing his hand. However he also then poured himself some of the liquor and took a sip.
Suddenly a rushed knock on the door was heard.
âCome in!â Mingi yelled.
âSirs! A message from Sir San!â A different henchmen hurriedly walked in and dropped a small note on the table.
âGood. Now leave.â Wooyoung said.
The henchmen nodded, also kissing the rings on their fingers before leaving.
Yeosang then took the note. It was only two words but it caused him to jump up from his seat. He bellowed for whoever was nearby to come in.
âGet Captain! We need to leave now!!â He ordered firmly.
âWhat?! What did he say?!â Wooyoung asked also jumping up.
âCausing Mingi to also step forward curiously.
Yeosang merely had to show them the note for them to understand.
âSheâs here.â
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Locked away in a small and quite frankly ugly room is currently where you are. Truth be told?
Youâre just bored.
You wanted to go home.
Thats all.
You knew the second you were taken your husbands will bring upon hell on earth. So youâre just waiting for that to happen.
Youâre not sure how they were able to figure out you were their wife in the first place though. Someone on your staff mustâve snitched. Well you can deal with them later.
Right now they just need to hurry and pick you up.
Ugh you bought such a pretty new dress to show off to themâŠ
Itâs probably ruined in that dingy disgusting alley by now.
Shame.
A loud thud can suddenly be heard outside of your locked door and it caused your heart to race. Soon the door unlocked to reveal the beauty that is Choi San.
âSannie!!â You chirped excitedly.
You leaped from the bed only to be pulled back.
âUgh! Stupid handcuff.â You grumbled. Completely forgetting it was there.
âOh Princess!!â San said as he made his way to you in a flash, quickly uncuffing you. With a key youâre not so sure where he got it from. A knocked out guard possibly. No matter though.
As now with your arms free you can finally engulf your husband in a big hug once again.
âOh my sweet darling! What happened?? How are you here???â He asked as he pulled away and checked every inch of you to see where you were hurt.
âIâm not sure my Sannie. One minute I was walking to the car then the next thing I knew these big oafs grabbed me and dragged me here. Iâm fine though love! I promise! Minor bruises and scratches is all..â You explained and try to reassure him.
You knew it was in vain though as even a microscopic scratch on you will cause any of your husbands to go on a rampage.
The fact your old butler is now six feet under for giving you a small cut is proof enough.
âPrincess.. youâre clearly hurtâŠâ San said with a sigh. âWeâre so sorry.. This shouldâve never happened.â He apologized softly stroking the bruise on your cheek.
âHush now my love. You know thereâs only one way I could ever possibly be considered hurt. And that is if anything were to ever happen to my precious husbands. Only then. Will I ever consider myself harmed.â Pure love and sincerity lacing your voice.
A voice San truly does miss. Itâs been weeks since heâs home. Oh how he misses it.
âWell itâs good to know the feeling is mutual darling. As seeing these bruises and scuffs on your precious skin brings me nothing but great agony and ignites a fire in me like no other.â He explained as he kisses each visible blemish and cut.
âDonât worry Princess. The others will be here very soon alright? Just sit tight. I need to get back to work to avenge you darling.â Once finished with his reassurance that your husbands are on their way, he finally gives you a kiss youâve been craving ever since he left the comforts of your home.
âOkay my love. Though do be quick. Iâm awfully bored. Oh and by the way..â You start as you softly trail your hand down his chiseled body. âYou should start dressing like this at home. Iâm sure the others would also very much enjoy it!â You giggle as your hand made it to his crotch. Cupping it.
Oh you missed the little twitch it does so much.
âAh yes, hmm your wish is forever my command Princess.â He replies with a chuckle. He then takes your hand and kisses the wedding band on your finger softly.
âI love you Princess. Iâll be back.â
âI love you too.â
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âAh yes. Mr. Jeong. Welcome to my humble abode! I see my offer finally has caught your eye.â
Yunho doesnât bother to reply before walking in.
âMy, how rude you are. But very well. Iâm sure youâre uneasy as.. something is missing.â The man then continues to taunt with a smirk.
Yunhoâs face remains stoic, however his fist clenches a bit tighter.
âI have no time for your games.â Yunho simply states before letting himself into the mans office. Yunho then sits down and tells the man to do the same. âState exactly what it is you want. Weâll talk from there.â
The man lets out a scoff before sitting down across from him.
He then claps his hand which causes a very familiar man to walk in to bring in a tray of drinks.
âThank you San.â The man says in a smirk, once again causing the diamonds in his mouth to shine.
San simply ignores him.
No longer seeing the need to act accordingly.
As San makes his way to leave, he gets stopped by a hand on his exposed abdomen.
âExcuse me. I donât believe Iâve given you permission to touch my lovely toys.â The man warns Yunho.
Who is simply admiring his husband.
âHmm⊠well, âyour toy.â Is quite the specimen I must say. Canât seem to help myself.â Yunho says with a smirk towards San, running his hand up and down his body.
Oh lord how much theyâve missed each otherâs touch.
With Sanâs back facing the man, he canât see the smirk that San reciprocates to Yunho. Yunho lets out a soft chuckle before taking Sanâs hand and kissing his ring finger. That was unfortunately currently empty.
âLeave San.â The man growls.
San does. But not before softly grazing his fingers across Yunhoâs broad shoulders.
âOdd.. he usually never lets anyone else touch himâŠâ the man mumbles to himself softly. Too stupid to realize whatâs going on.
âSo youâve stolen our Princess. Due to that you expect us to work with you. Is that it?â Yunho finally cuts to the chase.
âWell youâd do anything to get her back wouldnât you?â The man replies cockily.
âNaturally.â
âWell then work with me. Then Iâll set her free. Simple!â
CRASH
âYouâre a bigger idiot than we thought.â
Suddenly the sounds of bullets firing, screams and yells can be heard throughout the mansion.
The man, the coward he truly is, instinctively hides under the desk at all the noise. However that desks gets thrown off of him, revealing Yunho standing above him. Gun aimed straight to his forehead.
âRun.â
Without a second thought he books it out of the room. Only to be met with the bodies of his henchmen, maids and toys scattered about. Blood coating the walls and floors. He was frozen in shock. That is before a bullet goes flying near his head grazing his ear.
âAH!â
âI said. Run.â
The man once again runs, but also stupidly tries his luck and pulls out his own gun. Before he could even aim at Yunho, his gun was shot out of his hand.
âThe more you try to survive. The less likely itâll be the case. So when my husband tells you to run. You run.â Jongho simply states standing in the living room. Surrounded by dead bodies, shattered chandeliers, ruined paintings, and mangled musical instruments.
While he was devastated at the state of his fortune he was thankfully still smart enough to value his life more. So he began to rush again.
He thought that maybe he could take the shortcut that leads to his garage through his dining room. So thats where his running legs took him as bullets were still flying everywhere. So much so that he canât tell which came from his own men and which came from ATZ.
As he made it into the dining room he was only met with the sight of his most precious car on top of his dining table.
âOh? Were you planning on escaping with this? Hmm. That doesnât seem possible now does it?â Seonghwa taunts while sitting on the roof of the car.
âAll this over some girl?!?!â The man roars enraged of what has become of his hard work.
Seonghwaâs expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Without another word he stands and pulls out his gun then starts shooting at the man without mercy.
The man realizes his mistake too late and gets shot in the shoulder and grazed on the thigh. However the adrenaline pumping through his veins was still enough to have him dashing out of the room.
He no longer has a plan and getting slightly dazed from the blood heâs losing, heâs just trying to get out of there. He opens the nearest door to him hoping itâll lead to an exit.
Unfortunately for him, once again heâs met with a horrible sight and sound.
âAh! Youâve finally come to play!â Yeosang says with a smile laced with venom.
What the man has stumbled into is his indoor tennis courtroom. Where currently Yeosang and Yunho have gathered a bunch of his henchmen, somehow tied up their upper bodies, and made them into moving targets for their tennis practice.
Many of his henchmen had succumbed to their injuries and their blood has splattered and painted the walls, floor and ceiling.
Frozen in shock due to the gruesome display, Yunho took the opportunity to serve and strike a tennis ball straight to the mans face.
âWonderful shot my love!!â Yeosang cheers.
âYour turn handsome.â
Yeosang then wastes no time before doing the same and hitting the man right on the crotch.
âOops wasnât aiming for that but Iâll take it.â
âI would say you got a higher score than me.â Yunho chuckles.
This man still doesnât give up however.
Not like the boys wanted him too anyway. They always loved a challenge and this man hasnât even payed a fraction of his sins.
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After hearing the commotion thats happening outside your ugly holding room, you knew it only meant one thing.
Your lovely husbands are finally here to pick you up.
While the man that thought he could have his way by kidnapping you was being dealt with, the door to your room opened revealing your knights in shining armor.
Oh my! They look absolutely gorgeous in their suits.
If circumstances were any different you wouldâve happily have them take you right then and there.
âMy loves!!!â You screeched happily and skipped your way over to them.
âOh Princess!!!â Wooyoung exclaimed happily as he wrapped you up in his arms.
Seonghwa and Jongho doing the same.
âAre you hurt Princess??â Seonghwa asked worriedly. âOh my you are! Oh weâre so sorry darlingâŠâ Seonghwa didnât even let you answer.
âMy loves Iâm fine! I promise Iâm fine! I have you here, Iâm alright. Where are the others..?â You ask with a pout.
âOh theyâre dealing with pests right now Princess donât worry. It wonât take them too long.â Jongho says with a soft comforting smile.
âHmm alright.. are you three taking me home?â
âYes we are darling! Come no- goodness! what an ugly room they kept you in!! Our Princess doesnât deserve this?!â Wooyoung then exclaims when finally taking notice of the room. Genuinely upset that you were kept in such an ugly room.
âI know right?! Itâs so tacky!!â You say with an eyeroll. Seonghwa and Jongho can only chuckle at your antics.
The three of them then safely brought you outside. Where you were met with Hongjoong waiting patiently on the hood of the limousine.
Also looking immensely good. As in âplease fuck me right nowâ levels of good.
Alas.
Circumstances didnât allow it.
âJoongie!!!â You exclaim happily as you sprint to him.
Hongjoong quickly opens his arms for you. You jump into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.
âOh our Princess.. we were so worried. Weâre so glad youâre okay!â Hongjoong sighs in relief.
âOf course Iâm okay! Youâre my husbands! Nothing will ever harm me!â You say with your gorgeous smile.
âYou were taken sweetie.. Weâre oh so sorryâŠâ
âOh enough with your apologies! Iâm fine! I promise Iâm fine! It seems like you guys constantly forget my vows! Now that hurts! You know Iâm only ever hurt when you guys are!â You remind them.
âWell the bruises on your sweet body may not hurt you but they do hurt us sweetie. So that makes it hurt you!â Wooyoung explains going off your logic.
âAlright smarty pants!â You huff.
âBesides! You all bruise me constantly! Do you not?â You tease.
âThose are different love.â Seonghwa says with a knowing glance and grin. Stepping closer to you.
âYou know that very well. Any bruising or scratches done to your skin that is caused by us is all because you wished for it. Done specifically for your pleasure.â Jongho says as he leans forward as well to kisses a certain spot under your jaw.
You quickly bit your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up your throat.
Once Jongho pulls away, and youâve calmed down, you look at all of them properly and smile.
âIn all seriousness Iâm fine my loves. I really am. Youâre here now. You saved me. Like I knew you would. What happened to me was not because of you. Someone betrayed us that Iâm sure of and we can deal with that later. Now can you all just take me home?â
âVery well our sweet.â Seonghwa says with a smile as he steps forward to kiss the crown of your head.
As you were about to enter the car you noticed Hongjoong still just standing there.
âMy love? Are you not coming with?â You ask.
âNot yet Princess. I need to watch over and there are things I must do. Go home with the others. Weâll be home soon.â He informs with a smile.
âHmm very well⊠Donât take too long though! Tell that to the others too! I miss my husbands!!â You grumble.
âAnd we miss you. No worries. Being away from you after everything that has happened aches me as much as you.â
âHmm alright. See you soon my beloved.â
With a final flying kiss goodbye, you enter the car with the rest. You all then drive off as Hongjoong turns around and looks at the mess he intends to finish.
Back in what was once a mansion, with the help of his henchmen that are still abled bodied and loyal to him. The man that caused all of this is executing a plan of escape.
They were finally able to sneak past all of the chaos that was still happening, to the last functioning escape car they know of.
Or so they thought.
Before they could even start the car. That wouldnât have worked anyway.
They noticed San standing in front of it.
With an expression none of them have ever seen.
âSan..?â The man questions as he thought San wouldâve been killed as well.
San without even thinking twice, pulls out his own gun and shoots the very last henchmen he had, dead.
Merely as second after their bodies slumped over, a fist slammed into the window of the mans side, cracking it.
âGet out.â
Laughed.
The man laughed.
Thats the only thing he can do in this situation.
Incredibly bloodied, bruised and broken.
With everything he had worked for.
Gone. In less than a 12 hours.
All because he thought he could kidnap you and get away with it.
He then finally got out and stood in front of Mingi.
Where Mingi happily grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the front of the mansion. Here he threw him down in front of the feet of his lovers that had stayed behind. Their sea of henchmen standing behind them.
Before Hongjoong even acknowledged him, he turned to San. Admiring his body that he missed as much as the others but then clicks his tongue. He grabbed the fur coat San was still wearing then asked.
âHe gave you this?â
San simply nodded.
Scoffing he tugs on it more, silently telling San to take it off as he takes his own off.
âNo husband of mine will wear such a cheap and ugly fur coat like this any longer.â He complains as he puts his coat on San.
Thankfully he wore the big sized one today. It fits San perfectly.
âH-husband..?â
âYes. Husband.â Hongjoong replies still admiring San but now also running his hand up and down his body.
Now these are the touches Sanâs been craving for all these weeks.
âOh which reminds me!â Yeosang exclaims before pulling out a familiar gold band.
Seeing this causes a huge smile to appear on Sanâs face and his eyes to light up.
As he did many years ago, Yeosang took Sanâs hand and slipped his wedding ring back right where it belongs. Kissing it to seal the deal.
âHmm. Much better. Oh also! You should start dressing like this at home.â The smirk never leaving Hongjoong as he says it.
âI agree.â Mingi states.
The other lovers humming in agreement.
San could only chuckle.
âPrincess said the same thing.â
âWell we must make it happen then.â Yunho said with a wide cheeky smile.
âWhat the fuck is going on?!â
Oh they forgot he was there-
âYou really did mess with the wrong people you stupid man.â Yeosang sighs bored of the man already.
âI have a name?!â
âWe clearly donât care. And it clearly wonât matter anymore.â Mingi says with an eyeroll as he flicks open a lighter.
âSo this is it? Youâre gonna set me on fire?â
âYes.â San says.
The mans eyes shot wide. Somehow not expecting the blunt answer.
âNot before you watch everything you have burn of course.â Hongjoong says as Mingi throws the lighter behind the man.
The lighter then lands in a trail of gasoline that leads to mangled furniture and fortunes that are strewn about, before leading to the actual mansion.
It doesnât take long until everything goes up in flames.
The man watches in agony as everything. Everything. Burns. He then turns to the men and curses.
âYouâve taken everything.. literally everything. Must you really kill me too?â The man asks somehow still trying to make it out of this alive.
âI wonât bother you again⊠Iâll just vanish. Live a quiet life please. You wonât gain anything from killing me. You got her back!!!â He bargains.
SMACK
âDonât even think about mentioning her again. No. Donât even think about her. Your mind is not worthy to have her in it.â Hongjoong says after slapping him straight across the face.
âYouâre right though. We wonât gain anything from your death. We wonât even gain satisfaction.â Yunho starts.
âHowever. Weâre merely just punishing sinners.â Yeosang continues.
âBefore you even bother. No. You havenât suffered enough. Not even close. But we couldâve done much more. So consider yourself lucky. As of now at least. As weâre sure in hell youâll suffer even more for what youâve done.â Mingi adds with a gleaming smirk.
âYou took our Princess. Your greatest sin and stupidest mistake. So for that. You must pay the price.â San explains further.
âTo put it simply. You gotta die.â Hongjoong finishes as he steps forward and grabs the mans collar.
ââCause you being alive is still a sin in itself. Why? Well... youâre still breathing her air.â
And with that, Hongjoong merely gives him one last shove. Making the man fall back into the flames.
His screams of suffering can be heard for miles. However due to his extensive injuries it didnât take long for said screams to just stop. Leaving nothing but the melody of crackling fire in the air.
Once that happened, Hongjoong lazily chucked in Sanâs old fur coat into the flames as well. Coincidentally the coat landed perfectly on the mans, now charred, body. This action actually made Yunho chuckle.
âOh. Like he needed that. Iâm sure heâs toasty enough.â Yunho commented sarcastically.
In turn causing everyone else to also let out a laugh.
âWell. Thought he might want to descend to hell wearing what he thinks is fashion.â Hongjoong reasons with a shrug.
.â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸâ§.
As the fire burned on ATZ and their henchmen just watched. Making sure everything gets burned to the ground. Took a while but it was beautiful in a way so they didnât mind.
Once the fire started dying down the sound of a car approaching was heard.
Odd.
They were supposed to wait at home.
The car came to a halt and then the rest of ATZ exited. As they walked up to ones who were watching, the henchmen parted straight down the middle to make way before returning to position.
The rest that just arrived now stand next to the others as they also tuned in to watch the fire.
âWerenât you all supposed to wait at home and keep Princess company?â Yeosang asked.
âWell we were. But we all missed you too much. And you know Princess loves watching the show. Plus.. she was getting needy for all of us.â Seonghwa explains with a subtle smile.
âAaah I see. Oh! But she shouldnât be breathing this much smoke though!â San says worriedly.
âRelax. We made her wait in the car. She can still view it well but she wonât be in harms way.â Jongho reassures before handing San a pair of pants.
âGood. Oh? Whatâs this? Youâre not enjoying seeing me like this like the others are Jongie?â San teases.
Jongho simply rolls his eyes and ignores him. Biting the inside of his cheek hoping no one notices his flushed cheeks. Also trying to not look down at Sanâs bulge.
âI think he just doesnât want to be distracted. This is the first time weâve seen you in weeks Sannie. We missed you very much. You and your sexy body.â Mingi says as he nudges Jonghoâs shoulder.
Jongho just softly nudges Mingi back.
âJust say you miss my cock.â
âWe all do.â Wooyoung chirped in with a smack to Sanâs ass.
A couple of hours past before the fire finally dies down and the smoke begins to clear.
Their work here is finally done.
And just ust like that the car door then opens.
Then out walks you, their Princess, wearing one of your newest most lavish and expensive dress in your favorite color. Youâre also all dolled up just for them.
At the sight of you exiting the car, the sea of henchmen that were still standing behind your husbands, quickly part to make way like before. However this time, they also got down on their knees, head down, in respect.
As they should.
âWhat a beautiful sight! Oh my loves you outdid yourselves with this one!â You praise them giddy as if you werenât talking about the scene of a gruesome massacre.
âAn appropriate punishment for such a sinner donât you think Princess?â Hongjoong asks as he takes your hand.
âI suppose.â You hum as you stand beside him.
âNow that youâre done, can we please leave? Iâm hungry!â
âAh! One more thing before we leave!â Hongjoong announces as he walks towards the ashes.
In said ashes, there lies the skeleton of the man that started all of this. With a wide smirk on his face, Hongjoong carefully crouches down and picks up a small but very sparkly diamond from the teeth of said skeleton.
Hongjoong, smirk not faltering even a bit, makes his way back to you and takes your hand.
âWhat do you think princess? Shall we customize you a new ring?â He asks showing the diamond.
âOh my! Yes please! Oh! And check for any more jewels that are left behind in these ashes and rubble! We shouldnât let such pretty things go to waste.â
âOf course darling.â Jongho starts before turning his attention to the men that were still on their knees before you.
âYou heard her.â
âYES SIR!â
Like that they all got up, bowed to you once more before rushing to the ashes where a lavish mansion once stood. In search of anything shiny that might please you.
âHmmm can we pleeeasee eat now?â You ask with a pout.
âYes we can our Princess. Yes we can.â Seonghwa tells you with a smile as they all lead you back to the car.
âCan we go to my favorite place tonight?â
âAnything for our Princess.â
.â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸâ§.
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Pining In The Pines
Dean x reader
Word count-3843
Warnings- Angst, some fluff
Summary- Y/N and the boys have to go on a hunt in her old hometown. She's not happy to go home, and especially not when Dean makes a comment that brings up bad memories. How will she take it? And will Dean be able to make it right?
A/N- This fills my Secret Passageway square for @jacklesversebingo
First, I suck at summaries đ Second, this fic is a little self-indulgent. I've written it about where I'm actually from and the stigma about the people in this area. I really hope you like it!
âSo, get this,â Sam started the conversation as he looked at his laptop.Â
Y/N couldnât stop the giggle that bubbled in her chest. It never failed. When he found a hunt, the first words out of his mouth were, âSo, get this.â Thatâs how she and Dean knew to stop and pay attention. He had something they needed to hear. So, she tried to contain her laughter and give Sam the attention he wanted.Â
âY/NâŠDo you have to laugh every single time?â Sam groaned but didnât wait for a response, continuing with what he wanted to say, âThereâs supposedly been a Wendigo spotted in Morehead, Kentucky. Homeowners caught it on their security camera for their driveway.â
âMoreheadïżœïżœïżœIsnât that close to where you grew up, sweetheart?â Dean wondered, looking over at the huntress beside him.Â
âItâs a few counties over, but yeah, itâs close enough. Did you say there was footage?â she questioned, leaning forward to look at Samâs laptop as he spun it around for her and Dean to see.Â
Her breath caught in her throat as Dean put his hand on her lower back as he leaned forward to watch the video. As much as she didnât want to admit it, she had fallen in love with the eldest Winchester. But how was she supposed to be around him, living in the bunker with him, and not fall head over heels?Â
It was true that he had a temper, could be a real grump, and be downright mean sometimes. But, over the years, sheâd learned that his temper flared most when someone he cared about was in danger. He would be grumpy when the weight of the world had gotten almost too heavy to bear, and he tried to push it down and keep it bottled up. He was mean when he thought he needed to push someone he cared about away because he was the one putting them in danger. To her, that was just the sign of a man who had been hurt, a man who loved deeply, one who cared so much that the thought of losing someone he loved was unbearable. So, how was she not going to fall for him at some point?Â
But thatâs as far as it went. She would never admit her feelings. She couldnât. The likely rejection would be her end, and she would have to leave the bunker. Sheâd rather pine for him in tortuous silence than not have him in her life at all. So, as always, she shoved her feelings back down, focusing on the screen in front of her, and prepared for the hunt she knew was coming.Â
âEarth to Y/N,â Dean nudged her, clearly seeing she was in her own little world.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm watching,â she rolled her eyes, trying to hide that she was fantasizing about the green-eyed Adonis.Â
âWhere was that pretty little head of yours?â he teased, his words making her heart ache. If only he really thought that way.Â
âJust thinking of what Iâll need to pack. âCause weâre clearly going to Kentucky, am I right?â she lied, hoping they would buy it.Â
âYeah, we have to check this out. Iâve never heard of a Wendigo this far east before,â Sam answered, getting Deanâs attention away from her. Thank Chuck.Â
âThereâs a lot of things in the Appalachian mountains that no one knows about. Trust me, you donât want to be caught in those woods alone after dark,â she shivered at the thought.Â
âDonât tell me youâre scared of the dark?â Dean tried to tease, but she gave him a stern look that made him think twice.Â
âYou should know that Iâm not scared of the dark. I follow you into some of the darkest, creepiest places on earth. But, I grew up there, Dean. Itâs not even just the monsters you have to worry about. I mean, there are bears, mountain lions, wolvesâŠâ she trailed off, not wanting to mention some of the crazy people that live in those mountains.Â
âOkay, okay,â Dean huffed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, âI get it.âÂ
âYou better. You have to keep your head on a swivel while weâre in the woods. Iâd hate to have to save your sorry ass from the real-life Yogi Bear,â she winked, âBecause your ass will be the picnic basket.âÂ
Dean crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed at her sarcasm as Sam laughed. Even though she was crazy in love with him, she could give him shit right back. And to be honest, she thoroughly enjoyed frustrating him. As she saw it, it was payback for him making her love him in the first place. She continued to chuckle as she went to her room to pack. Y/N didnât like the thought of going home. Too many memories sheâd like to forget. But duty calls, so she was packing her bags for the long drive to southeast Kentucky.Â
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âI highly doubt thereâs a Wendigo here. They donât stay in the wide-open woods,â Dean complained while trekking through the mountains.Â
âDean, do you not know anything about the topography of Kentucky?â Y/N asked, shaking her head in annoyance. Heâd been in a mood all day.Â
âYes, sweetheart. I spend all my free time studying the layout of a state I rarely ever visit,â his sarcasm made her want to smack him in the head.Â
âWell, dear,â she said just as sarcastically, âKentucky is known for its underground cave systems. You know, Mammoth Cave. One of the biggest cave systems in the worldâŠâ Â
âOf course! Because spelunking is high on my to-do list!âÂ
âOh! Look at him, Sam. Heâs using big boy words like spelunking. Iâm so proud of you, Dean!â she half shouted at him. Trying to keep her voice down so as not to attract unwanted attention to whatever was out there.Â
âGuys! Knock it off. Weâre here to kill a Wendigo. Not for you two to kill each other!â Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.Â
âShe started it,â Dean whined, acting like a child.Â
âFuck off, Dean,â she growled as she walked ahead of them. Leading them to the caves she knew were close.Â
Y/N ignored the bickering between the brothers behind her as she made her way through the trees. She loved Dean, but today, she thought about leaving him in one of the caves they found. Heâd been an ass since they woke up at the motel, and she couldnât figure out what had his boxers in a bunch. Theyâd had to share a bed, but she didnât think heâd be that pissed about that, but she wouldnât put anything past him at that point. But, whatever it was, it tempted her to make him Wendigo lunch.Â
âSlow down, Y/N. Weâre not born and raised hillbillies like you are. Itâs taking us a little longer to navigate this hellscape,â Dean yelled, grumbling under his breath about her getting too far ahead.Â
Y/N froze. That was the last straw. Yes, sheâd been born and raised in the area, but that wordâŠHillbilly. Sheâd been trying to get rid of that stigma since she left the mountains, and now hearing Dean, the man she loved, call her that derogatory term was too much to take.Â
âLet me tell you something, asshole! Yeah, I grew up here, but Iâm not a fucking hillbilly! Iâll have you know not everyone who lives in Appalachia are backwoods, uneducated, rednecks! So, take that term, and shove it straight up your ass!â she screamed, her anger boiling over into dangerous territory.Â
Before either of the boys could say a word, a guttural, terrifying growl tore through the darkening woods. Y/N spun around to see what theyâd been there to find. The Wendgio was only about thirty feet behind her, moving in quickly. Sam shouted for her to get behind him, breaking her out of her stupor. Once sheâd cleared his line of sight, Sam grabbed his homemade flamethrower, flicking his lighter to ignite it, but nothing happened. He tried again but to no avail. Y/Nâs screams tore through the night airâŠ
âRun! Follow me!âÂ
The boys were quick at her heels as she weaved them in and out of the trees and underbrush. Dean couldnât help but think about how impressed he was at her agility in that terrain. He could tell sheâd grown up here and knew her way around, which brought him to his next thought. How guilty he felt for saying what he had. But now was not the time to apologize. Right now, he had to concentrate on not losing sight of her and getting shredded to pieces by the monster on their tails. Â
âHere! Guys, hurry!â she shouted, an old moonshining cabin in her sight.Â
Once she reached the cabin, she flung open the door, waiting for the boys to enter before slamming it shut, silently praying that the rickety lock would hold just long enough to devise a plan.Â
âWhat the hell happened back there?â Dean asked, hands on his knees as he panted for breath.Â
âI donât know! The flamethrower has never not worked before,â Sam answered with the same labored breathing as his brother.Â
âWell, we can figure that out later. Now, we need to figure out how to stay alive!â Y/N yelled, panic starting to set in.Â
âCalm down, sweetheart. Weâll be okay,â Dean tried to calm her down, but she was still too angry with him.Â
âDonât! Do not âsweetheartâ me! You had no right to talk to me like that!âÂ
âLook, swe- Y/N, Iâm sorry. But I donât understand why that made you so mad,â Dean spoke as he looked around the cabin for something to use as a makeshift weapon.Â
âThat was a shit apology, Winchester. JustâŠjust donât speak to me until we get out of this mess,â she groaned, then mumbled, âIf we live through this mess.âÂ
âHey!â Dean shouted, getting her attention, âWe are getting out of this. Donât talk like that.âÂ
âCan you tell me how you plan to get us out of here? Cause I donât see another way out except through the door that Wendigo is now trying to beat down!âÂ
As she walked toward Dean, her foot almost went through the floor, or at least it felt like it. She stopped, pushing down with her foot one more time. The bounce under her foot had her laughing loudly, and the boys looked at her like sheâd lost her mind. Dean spoke as she started to rip the rug she stood on out of the way.Â
âCare to tell us what you find so funny?âÂ
âThis!â she continued to laugh in relief as she pointed to the hatch in the floor where sheâd been standing, âItâs our way out!âÂ
âHow do you know that? It could be just an old cellar,â Sam asked, walking over to inspect what sheâd found.Â
âWell, as Dean so nicely put it, us hillbillies would dig secret passageways to transport the moonshine back and forth without the police seeing them. They almost always lead to an abandoned coal mine or cave opening. Sometimes other cabins.âÂ
âY/N, come on, I tried to apologize. I didnât know it would upset you that much,â Dean threw his hands up in exasperation.Â
âWell, it did, andâŠâ she started to argue when Sam interrupted them.Â
âMaybe you two can finish this fight once we know weâre not going to die? Letâs go!âÂ
Y/N and Dean simultaneously rolled their eyes. Sam would have told them they were two peas in a pod if they werenât in such a hurry to save their asses. Y/N was the first one down the ladder, explaining that sheâd be their best bet for not getting completely lost underground, and neither brother disagreed. Dean followed, with Sam on his heels. Once they were underground, Y/N led the way, and the boys were impressed with how well she could get around in the tunnels.Â
After what seemed like a lifetime, Dean was going to ask if she really knew where she was going, but before he could open his mouth, they turned a corner and could see a light up ahead in the tunnel's ceiling. Y/N was climbing the ladder through another hatch before Dean knew what was happening. Maybe her nickname should be Squirrel instead of him, he chuckled to himself. As the last brother made it out of the tunnel and into another cabin, Y/N slammed the hatch, pushing an old, heavy piece of furniture over it. Luckily, this one was still quite furnished, with beds still in the bedrooms and an old couch in front of a fireplace.Â
âThis is home until morning,â she stated, looking around, finding, albeit dusty, pillows and blankets in a closet.
âBetter than nothing,â Sam shrugged, walking into one of the bedrooms and shutting the door, leaving only one bedroom for her and Dean.Â
âLooks like weâre sharing again, sweetheart,â Dean chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.Â
âNah, take the bed. Iâll take the couch,â she whispered, not looking at him. Damn, she was still mad.Â
âIâm not taking a bed and putting you on an old debilitated couch, Y/N.âÂ
âItâs fine. My adrenaline is still too high to sleep. Besides, Iâll keep watch so you can get some rest. You have to drive us back to the bunker tomorrow. I can sleep in the car.âÂ
âY/NâŠâÂ
âNo, Dean, itâs fine. Please, just take the bed. Iâm too tired to argue,â she almost begged, wanting to be alone.Â
âI thought you said you werenât tired?â he smirked, trying to joke, but she wasnât having it.Â
âIâm mentally exhausted. I just need time to myself to wind down. Now, please, go get some sleep so we can get the hell out of here in the morning,â she pleaded, the look on her face breaking his heart. He had really hurt her with what he said.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. Good night,â he said dejectedly, knowing it would be a sleepless night. His guilt would make sure of it.Â
âNight,â she replied, turning her back to him, sitting down on the couch, staring out the window, never glancing his way. The click of the door made her wince as Dean went to bed.
Sleepless night was an understatement. Deanâs eyes didnât close once as he lay there thinking how wrong the day had gone. He and Y/N had argued since their feet hit the floor that morning. Him being an ass was the reason for it. He hated fighting with her, but when he woke that morning, she was curled up at his side, her head on his chest. Usually, a man wouldn't complain about having a beautiful woman wrapped around him, but it tends to put you in a pissy mood when itâs a woman you love but canât have.Â
Dean was ass over tea kettle for Y/N, but heâd never tell her that. She deserved so much better than being saddled with a man who could barely stand his own company most days. He drank too much, and he wasnât good at communicating how he felt. He knew that. Sam had told him many times he needed to learn to open up, but he didnât want to burden anyone with the shitshow that was his mind. Especially her. So, as with his other emotions, he pushed his love for her deep and tried to ignore it. Lately, that hadnât been working so well. As he lay there telling himself all the reasons he couldnât have her, a sound caught his attention. He tiptoed to the door, cracking it slowly, and what he saw had him rushing out the door.Â
âY/N, sweetheart, whatâs wrong? Are you okay?â he quizzed her as he rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. Her sobs were what heâd heard.Â
âIâm fine, Dean. Go back to bed,â she hiccuped through her tears. She couldnât tell him the full truth.Â
âObviously, you are the opposite of fine. Talk to me.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.âÂ
âHey, look at me,â he whispered, placing her chin between his thumb and index finger to turn her face to him, âIs this about today?âÂ
âPartially,â she admitted, trying to turn her head back to the window, but his grip wouldnât let her.
âY/NâŠIâm so so sorry. I know I was being an ass, but I had no idea it would hurt your feelings like that. Can you explain to me why? Iâm not trying to fight. I honestly donât understand.âÂ
âIâve tried to get rid of the âhillbillyâ stigma since I left this place. It's always the same thing whenever someone finds out where Iâm from. Thereâs this image people have about people from the Appalachian mountains that just arenât true. Weâre not a bunch of ignorant, uneducated people who live deep in the woods and never come out. Unfortunately, movies and TV shows have depicted us in such a bad light that most people think thatâs all we are. And when that term comes from the man youâŠâ she gasped, catching what she almost said. But Dean caught it as well.Â
âThe man you what, Y/N?â he asked, holding his breath. Was she about to admit what he thought? Maybe, just maybe, he could try to be better, be the man she deserved if she loved him too.Â
âDeanâŠâ she whimpered, trying to turn away from him again, but he wasnât letting her go now.Â
âUh uh, say it. Say it, Y/N,â he pleaded, his eyes staring into hers, âWere you going to say the man you loved?âÂ
âYes! Okay? I was going to say the man I loved!â she shouted in frustration as she jumped from the couch, finally breaking Deanâs hold on her, âNow, go ahead and tell me that you donât see me that way, tell me that you donât want me, so I can prepare to pack my shit and leave when we get back to the bunker. Because I canât stay there and see you every day after your rejection. I just canât.âÂ
Dean stood and walked to her as she stood staring out the window, her back to him after her confession. He touched her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. Her look of sadness and despair nearly ripped his heart from his chest. He thought having his heart literally ripped out would hurt less than seeing her like this. He slid his hand up from her shoulder to cup her cheek. A tear trickled down her face as she closed her eyes at his touch, and he swiped it away with his thumb.Â
âIs that what you want me to tell you, or do you want me to tell you the truth?â he asked softly, waiting for her to open her eyes, which didnât take a split second. Her eyes went wide.Â
âWhat are you saying?â she uttered shakily.Â
âIâm saying that I love you, too, Y/N. I have for a long time.âÂ
âBut, but,â she stuttered, trying to find her words, âYou were so mad at me when we woke up this morning. That isnât how someone acts when they love the person in bed with them.âÂ
âSweetheart, I was mad because I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen curled up against me, and all I could think was how I wanted it to mean something, and I didnât think it ever would. If Iâm being honest, you could do so much better. And thinking Iâd never have you that way pissed me off because Iâve never wanted someone as bad as I want you, Y/N. Youâre my first thought when I wake up, and I fall asleep picturing you beside me. I know Iâm not a good man, and thereâs someone out there that could and would give you more than Iâll ever be able to, but if you really love me, Iâm going to be selfish for one time in my fucking life and ask you to give me a chance. I can guarantee that Iâm going to piss you off and probably hurt your feelings again, but it will never be intentional. So, what do you say? You want to give us a shot?â He poured his heart out to her, leaning his forehead against hers as he waited for an answer.Â
âDean, contrary to what you believe, you are a good man. You love with your whole being and fiercely protect those lucky enough to get that love. I know you donât believe you deserve it, but you deserve the world, Dean Winchester, and Iâd be honored to be the one to try and give it to you.âÂ
âReally?â he asked with a million-watt smile, leaning back to look her in the eye.Â
âIâve never wanted anything more,â she returned his smile, both sighing in relief.Â
âCome here,â he growled, pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately.Â
The kiss was better than either had imagined, and they both poured the love they felt for the other into it. They stayed that way until the need to breathe became too much, pulling away with smiles. He pulled her into a hug, laying his head on top of hers. They stayed silent for a few minutes before Dean broke the silence.Â
âSo, you want to move your stuff into my room when we get back?Â
âI donât know, Dean,â she pulled back, chewing on her bottom lip, âI really think we need to take this as slowly as possible. Make sure that weâre going to last.âÂ
âOh, yeah, okay,â he agreed, his heart clenching at the hurt he felt.Â
âIâm just joking,â she laughed, poking him in the ribs, âYouâre not going to get rid of me now!âÂ
âDamn it, Y/N! That wasnât funny! You almost gave me a heart attack,â he grumbled, not finding her joke all that funny.Â
âI think Iâm hilarious,â she smirked up at him.Â
âYouâre something, alright. Now, how about we both try to get some rest? We have a lot of packing to do when we get home,â he suggested, leading her toward the bedroom, âYou have a lot of shit. I donât know where weâre going to put it all.âÂ
âHa ha,â she deadpanned, âWell, we could always get rid of your vinyl collection to make room.âÂ
âHey! Those are fighting words,â he growled playfully, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip.Â
âBring it on, old man,â she cackled as his eyes shot up his forehead in shock.Â
âIâll show you an old man!â he said in faux anger, chasing her into the bedroom.Â
All that could be heard as the bedroom door shut was the laughter and playful banter between the new couple, and thatâs how it stayed for the years to come.
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aaaaa finally i feel justified for reluctantly finishing the first Monk and Robot book with a :/ face, and then feeling even more :/ :/ :/ about reading the 2nd book. Which I did not read, and it looks like this was the correct choice, for me.
"Underbaked" is a decent summary of the first book - people (....often white people I feel like....) would recommend the book and how they loved it, and when I finally read it, I was just like.... This author is over-reaching and floundering around in areas she doesn't know much about. (And also this book felt very White Person writing world building to me.) Even the final pep talk by Mosscap rubbed me the wrong way. It was obvs just Not the Book For Me. (Also winning a Hugo.... It's not the worst book, but...? I think people are being bamboozled a bit.)
I remember the author's approach to nature was weird. I remember thinking "people live in nature, we're part of nature, and to just have the two drastically split is disturbing. Also I don't think this author has ever actually walked through the woods, or at least not more than three times."
OP's line above ("The Robot Side is kept wild and humans are discouraged from going in there because humans can't be trusted not to ruin Nature.") is making me specifically remember what I didn't like. :( wtf. Are indigenous people and their land stewardship a joke to you. Where were you when the Dakota Access Pipeline protests were happening last decade. That was a large amount of news. At this point, this is a you problem, Becky Chambers.
Also shoutout to "also tbh I think Becky chambers has also just never gone fishing in her life and was not curious enough about her own concept to research how you're supposed to kill a fish" in the comments section from OP -
Because, as I mentioned earlier, I had the same reaction even in book one!? About doubting if the author actually spent time in nature, or considered nature a lot, or knew much about nature (for a book that... spends time in nature...). Neither the first book's vibes, or this wretched fish thing, are the vibes of people I know who spend time in the wild (as a hobby or professionally).
(Also, I think those people I know, and me, and many other humans, would be miserable being cut off from wild nature. Some things are just in the blood. I was always yearning for the ocean growing up, and I swear it was handed down to me by blood from my mother who grew up on an island. When I finally lived in a place near the ocean and got to be in ocean waters a lot more, I was like YES I AM HOME and happy in my bones. Every time I get too sad it's because I have spent too much time away from ocean and some proper wilderness.)
(and we're not even getting into how much human culture, esp indigenous cultures, have cultural transmissions tied in with nature.)
(Like I know OP's essay was more examining passivity and the implications at large in these books.... Whereas looking back, I think I got stuck on "Humans aren't allowed to go into nature" in book one and I was horrified by this and I never got past this part. This book was a dystopia for me.)
Anyway OP thank you for summarizing the 2nd book, yikes and also that was fun to read.
Also this is all ironic/sad because I actually liked the author's first book! When I read it years ago. (A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet) It was fun! I love me a motley crew of people in space ships becoming friends and having adventures. I had issues with the handling of sex/gender stuff, but at the time I gave it a pass. The rest of the books in that series didn't stand out to me, but I picked up whatever the author wrote anyway. I was disappointed when I picked up these monk robot books more recently. We're not even having, like... having that much fun here :( There's apparently fish dying in bizarre ways.
ykw i am having so much fan watching you be a hater, that iâve decided to ask for more. PLEASE give us a rant about a book you hated.
Haha aw I'm honored. And uh I hope you don't have any particular attachment to Becky Chambers. Sorry in advance.
But A Psalm for the Wild-Built won a Hugo and I do not get the love. Book 1 was nice enough, yeah. Book 2 had me tearing my hair out.
Sibling Dex is a restless Tea Monk who serves the God of Small comforts on the science-fantasy planet of Panga. I genuinely love the idea of a tea monk - part therapist, part confessor, travels around to the different towns, mixes tea blends for people, lets them talk about their worries and fears and stresses, and gives them, if not advice, then sympathy and a listening ear and some calming tea. This is meaningful work but they're unhappy. After doing this for a while they're still unsatisfied with their life, so they go into the woods searching for self-actualization, and meet a robot named Mosscap, a wild robot that lives in the woods. See, hundreds of years ago, all the robots "woke up" and became sentient one day, then they staged a quiet rebellion against humanity's greed and industrialization by walking into the woods and never coming back. Now, the continent is split in half: humans stay on the Human Side, and robots stay on the Robot Side. The Robot Side is kept wild and humans are discouraged from going in there because humans can't be trusted not to ruin Nature. The rpbots are welcome to come to the Human Side, they just never have. Dex is the first person in a While to venture into the woods of the Robot Side, and the first human since the great walkout to see a robot. Mosscap gives Dex a lot of philosophical pep talks about not pushing themself so hard, about allowing themself to just rest and appreciate the world without feeling like they need to be Providing A Service to justify their existence. It's a nice theme. Underbaked, imo, but nice. Relateable.
Book 2 was a goddamn mess.
Book 1 mostly takes place in the wilderness of the woods, so it's okay if the nice utopian human community Dex comes from was sketchily-built. It Just Works, and everyone Is Just Nice, this is a science-fantasy parable. There were some issues I had with it - like the strict ideological and physical divide between Nature and Humans, and the fact that Dex's religion seems to be the Only Religion In The World, and it's vaguely secular-humanist with the gods being not "really" gods but names given to primordial forces and philosophical concepts, and the religion not really making any demands of its adherents in any way except to become their best selves and devote themselves to what they like... it's potentially interesting, but overall kinda lazy. It felt like Becky Chambers was aware of the idea that having an enlightened-atheist sci-fi utopia is Problematic, so she made there be a central religion, but she also didn't want it to have any of the ~icky~ things religions have, like belief in anything supernatural, or dietary restrictions, or creeds, or codes of behavior, or expectations to make any kind of sacrifice in any way. All the gods "ask" is that humans observe and appreciate the world. But whatever.
In book 2, Dex and Mosscap return to Dex's society, and the book seems to want to explain how the world works, and oh my GOD is Chambers not prepared to do this.
"Observe and appreciate" is all anyone is asked to do. Book 2, A Prayer for the Crown-Shy, is an ode to ultimate virtue of Doing Nothing. There's this attitude I see in a LOT of utopian fiction, where the author is bluntly just not a good enough author to imagine a utopian society where people act like people, so in the world of Panga, utopian society is achieved through 1) homogeneity 2) no one giving a crap about anything.
As far as I can tell, there is the one religion. Most people are Fine with this. Most people are Fine with anything. There are no characters with distinct personalities. There's no money, except there is, except it's not real money and no one will deny you anything if your balance is in the red, even though your balance is available to be seen by anyone - this does not cause any kind of shame or pride or competition in any way, and Dex doesn't understand why it might. There are no hierarchies or governing bodies, people just volunteer to step up when things need doing (this is portrayed as great and not deeply concerning). There are different communities, but in them, everyone is uniformly nice, friendly, and helpful at all times. There are some parts of nature, like the seashore, where people are not allowed to go because they'll ruin the environment, and this is accepted as correct and necessary. Most people live in hippie, pro-recycling, high-tech, end-of-history green communities; there's one group they visit, however, that doesn't trust technology, and lives in a vaguely sci-fi-Amish way. You might think, Dex travelling around with a robot, this might cause conflict! It does not. The people from this community calmly explain their anti-technology position, Dex calmly explains their pro-technology position, and they politely respect each other. "Not bothered either way" is a phrase that turns up in various permutations a lot and is held up as the good, mature, responsible way to be.
There's a scene where they catch a fish for dinner, and instead of killing it, the scifi-Amish guy says "We let the air do that for us, and they let the fish slowly suffocate to death in the air while they all look on solemnly and sadly. This is portrayed as a deep, beautiful moment of them witnessing and honoring the final moments of a living being's life. And not. y'know. them torturing a living being to death so they can keep their own hands clean.
This is what I mean about the valorization of passivity: observing is all you are ever obligated to do. Letting a fish die in the air is better than killing it quickly and humanely, because doing things gets your hands dirty, while letting things simply happen is the Correct way to do it.
At the end, Mosscap and Dex blow off all their promises and appointments and just hang out at the beach chilling out instead, because do what you want forever, you don't have to do shit. This is the happy affirming ending. Mosscap you fucking said you'd meet with the city leaders as the robot ambassador to the humans, did you tell them you were blowing off this commitment because you didn't feel like doing that anymore??? Did you even let them know??????
It is SUCH a baffling book. The theme wants to be "you are more than your job, you deserve to just Be" and ends up feeling like "you don't have to do anything ever, and no one can make you do anything you don't want to do if you don't feel like it, and you don't owe anyone anything and searching for a purpose in your life is just making you stressed out so chill at the beach instead."
The thing that drives me crazy is like. Mosscap cheerfully tells Dex about robots that spend twenty years in a cave watching stalactites form because they think it's beautiful, and those robots are just as much a valued part of society as anyone else. Appreciating beauty and wonder is good enough, you don't need to be productive. And I'm just. fuckin. like. Humans are not robots! Robots don't need to eat or sleep! Humans need food, and clothes, and shelter, and medical care, and if we don't have SOMEONE working to provide that, we Die! Nice as it would be, we CAN'T just all do nothing forever until we feel like it! We can't do that!
And at the same time, the book bizarrely treats wanting a purpose in life as like... almost disordered. If you are seeking a purpose in life it's because you just haven't let go of your guilt and relaxed enough. It's bizarre. Valorization of passivity. Humans aren't meant to be in nature so we just Shouldn't. Doing nothing and having no strong opinions is the most self-affirmed you can possibly be. Letting a fish suffocate is more moral than quickly breaking its neck or spiking its brain. Someone else will do it. Who, if we're all supposed to be resting and only doing what we feel like? Don't worry about it.
"The heart of this book is comfort [...] There is nothing in it that can hurt you." YOU LIAR BECKY CHAMBERS THE FISH SCENE STILL DISTURBS AND UPSETS ME TO THIS DAY
#becky chambers#it just felt kind of like - author takes a stab at writing a Deep Book - and its fine as like a writing project she tried - but a Hugo?#also when i have to kill some poor critter I give it a prayer / thanks / apology and then I kill it asap
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The Tf 141: Mafia AU! guys take you out for a picnic because youâve been overworked (by Nonno and Nonna)
Iâll be doing these for a bit âcause of my busy week lol, hopefully my weekend lets up :<< Masterlist here !
They noticed your workload becoming worse than ever
Well with the nearing holidays, the bakery always got extra busy with fulfilling orders and the place becoming packed daily at all hours of the day
And you, as their sole employee, is completely spoofed
If there even was a time they could catch you resting, it would be during the supposed âsmoke breakâ (you just pet the milky the cat by the alleyway)
And their hearts would just ache, seeing you knocked out cold and slumped against the dirty, moldy concrete with a hand unconsciously still petting the cat on your lap
So they took it up with management (basically took them an Ace Attorney court case debate level to get you free for a week) and ended up with getting you a free day or two at best
The fact that you even had one, already made you happy and hug them real tight, appreciative kisses on their cheeks all around
YeahâŠ.they shouldâve argued with management for more rest hours now.
Especially when they see you come out with the prettiest summer outfit ever
âBroâŠâ Soap looks to Ghost who as equally stunned whereas Gaz takes the opportunity and swoops in, easily complimenting you
âLookinâ fresh outtaâ the oven, sweetheart!â
Gaz exclaims, cupping your cheeks and placing light feathered kisses on them
You giggle, pushing him away by the shoulder with an embarrassed, âshut your trap, you cheeky twat!â
He doesnât let up and keeps cooing at you, whispering sweet little things only for you to hear and it makes you quite red at his endless barrageâ so you whine for the others to save you
âGuys!!!â Their whispering stops as their attention goes to you, âStopppp Gazzzz!â
You could see them smirk in amusement, Soap coming in close with a chuckle, leaning on Gazâs shoulder making him halt for a moment
âOh donât stop on my account mate,â his smirk widens as much as your eyes widen, âgo onâ I think the lilâ munchkin can handle it.â
If your glare could shoot lasers, you swore you would slice this man straight down the middle without mercy
Seeing said pointed glare, the man bellows and pulls Gaz away, not wanting to tempt fate with you at the helm
âAlright, break it up,â Ghost steps in too, now holding you back by encircling his arms around your waist so you wouldnât be able to chase after Gaz (but he just wanted to hold you close really, the sap)
You look up at Ghost, head laying on his chest and he looks down at your playful pout, a grin reflecting off his visage
âYouâre adorable, yaâ know that?â He mumbles and you pinch his arm to let you go
âYou keep actinâ cute with me,â you leave his arms then look back at him, âand you lose your pookie privileges!â
He pouts at this, both at you leaving and the potential of losing his rights
âPrice you have to back me up!â You begged to the last sane man in the group but he does he smile
âAlways.â
But then he grabs you by the waist and easily carries you in his armsâ they are just doing too much for your heart
âLetâs go on then?â
The guys agree while you, yeah⊠you couldnât even reply, not when you were squeezed against the hard chest of Price
They prepared this outing extra special for you, taking full opportunity to pamper you as much as they can
From day to night you will treated like royalty! (Well as best as their ruffians selves can provide really)
But, to you, its more than enough
Their commitment already says a lot of how they want to show how much they care for you
And that, is enoughâ youâre thankful for the little things, and thatâs what mattered more
So you show your appreciation by reciprocating their affection and dedication
Once you guys finally manage to get to the park, you argued less about helping and let them do want they wanted
Set up the blanket for you all, set the food, take you by the riverside to say hiâs and helloâs to âQuaker flakesâ and the rest of its honking family
You let Soap sit you on his lap as he fed you happily and share treats like ice creams and drinks
You let Gaz take you on a bike ride, with you gripping onto him for dear life (you know he intentionally makes you feel out of balance so you would grip him tighter)
You let Soap play with you in the leaves, crunching them underneath your boot and diving into piles of them
You let Gaz serenade you, strumming a quiet song by a secluded garden area which you know now is his favorite place in the world
You let Ghost push you on the swings and catch you when you throw yourself off of it, carefully cradling you in his arms
You let Price to take you out on a boat ride, with him rowing and taking the best pictures he could with you as the main focus and the scenery just complimenting you
You let Ghost massage your aching legs, with him carefully soothing those tense areas with both his hands and lips
You let Price stargaze with you, sharing a cup of joe in between you as you share a coat, with it buttoned up in front youâ enclosing it and forcing the distance between you to be shorter
You let this day go by without much worry and let it end on a sweet note with all four of them together at your apartment
But they were hesitant to leave, scared to see you revert back to your ways of over exerting yourself so they stayed
You let them stay
And to be honest, youâd let them in again and again (even in your heart and soul)
The night grew old and so did you all five, weary from the day of exciting activities yet anxious for returning to your usual lives tomorrow
So you make the last moments memorable
Soft thank youâs and cuddles were shared
And from that the day on, you swore to do good by them the next time you would have a day off <3
A/N: short fluffy blurb for the boiyos
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(on anon bc i keep my main sfw) hi i just wanted to say i recently encountered a few of your posts in the wild and it brought me to ur training guide post and holy shit FINALLY SOMEONE WHO GETS IT?? in my normie life i am both an animal trainer (dogs and cats! train your cats!! its good for them!!) and studying to be a therapist (for humans), and i genuinely detest the overall kink community's obsession with punishment. even a basic understanding of the psychology of learning should teach you that punishment is ineffective and kind of shitty.
i know so many subs who have forced themselves into a punishment-focused dynamic they hate or feel excluded from the scene entirely because they aren't down with punishment. i hate that it happens and I'm so happy to see someone else preaching the good word of actual properly implemented positive reinforcement, and showing subs that they don't have to be treated like shit to engage with kink.
like its so pervasive and thats really tragic and upsetting. I remember in the early-ish days of my relationship with one of my partners where we were first integrating kink into our relationship, there was a night where she broke down crying in my arms because she felt guilty that she didn't want to incorporate punishment into our dynamic. bc she had been given the expectation that her job as a masochist was to misbehave and be punished, rather than actual fun s/m sessions.
i hate that theres an expectation not just for subs to be punished, but for doms to want to punish them?? like ppl will treat you like you're a bad dom because you DON'T do punishments. its crazy and i wish one day for a world where no one, dom or sub, pushes themselves into a punishment dynamic that isnt fun or useful just because they feel like theyre "supposed to." and I'm so happy there are other people that share that vision and want to help our community get there.
this might be an incoherent ramble idk i just wanted you to know theres someone out here who really appreciates what you're doing. đ©·
Ohhhh my goodness anon show your face so I can kiss you!
Punishments have no place in a healthy d/s relationship
If you want to be hurt then say that, if you want to hurt someone then say that, hell if the idea of doing something to someone and them legitimately not liking it turns you on then say that too. There are people out there who mirror your desires
Arghhh this topic makes me so worked up
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I think this pregnancy storyline could defo make them all rethink the whole white picket fence heteronormative monogamous idea they all seem to have in their futures. Because they all seem to view their futures with this white picket fence fantasy more conceptually? Where they all think someday theyâll leave the ship and itâll all fall into place. But this will defo make them rethink how they view their future I think. Like they all talk about getting married to one person and having children and living this life very conceptually? Like âOne day when I leave the ship this will fall into place and Iâll be happy because this is how people become happy by settling down into this heteronormative monogamous fantasyâ like itâs never âThis is how Iâll do it and this is the type of person Iâm looking forâ itâs just âOnce I leave the ship itâll just happenâ that makes me think they all view it more as something they think theyâre supposed to do to be happy rather than something theyâre all stating they actually WANT. So I think the question theyâll have to ask themselves is âDo I actually want the white picket fence or is that what Iâve been conditioned to want and Iâm on this ship running away from that? Could there be another road to happiness they havenât explored? Could that path be with each other?
#this show is surprisingly good at deep storylines#doctor odyssey#ody3#avery morgan#tristan silva#max bankman
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Crib Construction
Cassian x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: ACOTAR
Summary: Cassian and his mate have been tasked with putting together Nyx's crib. Unfortunately, it's a harder task than they thought it would be.
Word Count: 1,282
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Cass, come here. Does this look right?"
My boyfriend didn't waste a second before joining me on the floor, kneeling behind me and looking over my shoulder. Neither of us spoke for a minute, then I heard a rustling of paper as Cassian sighed.
"Yeah, it looks right. That hasn't stopped it from being wrong before, though."
"Well, let's just hope for the best."
I could feel through the mating bond just how little Cassian wanted to do that, but he knew as well as I did that we didn't have much other choice. I took a deep breath, then gently pressed the two pieces of wood before me together, trying to get them to link like they were supposed to.
Of course, it didn't work. I added slightly more pressure, but still nothing. I put my entire weight and all of my strength into it, and when the damn thing still didn't budge, I let out a scream and shoved both pieces away from me before I could really lose my temper and accidentally break something.
"This is bullshit!" I shouted, whirling around to face Cassian. He had a look of grim resignation, meeting my eyes with sympathy. Our positions had been exactly reversed about ten minutes ago. "Rhys set this up as a way to get back at you for winning the snowball fight last time, and I'm getting caught in the collateral. This sucks."
"Honestly, maybe he did," Cass said, sighing and leaning back on his hands. "Or maybe Az did something to break this one too before he got kicked off the job."
I groaned, flopping over and into Cassian's side to lay against his chest and stare at the ridiculous contraption that had been defeating us all afternoon. Rhys and Feyre had asked us to assemble Nyx's crib, and at first, we'd been honored and happy to help. But hours later, when nothing was going right and none of the pieces were fitting together the way they were supposed to, I was about ready to throw all of it out the window and into the Sidra below.
We'd been given the task in the first place because Az had shattered the same type of crib to pieces after spending a day being stumped by the puzzle. Cassian and I had inherited the task for our ability to keep each other calm, and because we were generally less destructive when continually frustrated by a puzzle. This crib was about to ruin that reputation.
"Okay, maybe we should just start over from the beginning," I said, sitting up and turning to face Cassian after our brief rest. "Like, take everything apart and lay it all out on the floor again, then start back from step one."
Cassian groaned. "Honestly, I hate that idea. But what we're already doing clearing isn't working, so..."
"So let's try it. Deep breaths, and then a total reset. A fresh start."
"...Alright. Let's do it."
With a lot of heavy sighing, Cassian and I took apart what little progress we'd made, separating the crib back into its individual parts, the way it had come. Once we got it all laid out again, I took the instruction manual from Cass and laid that out in front of us, too. With one last deep breath, we started in again at step one on page one.
I wish I could say this attempt went better. But it didn't. Cassian and I almost destroyed the whole thing Az-style in a fit of frustration three times each, one of us barely managing to pull the other back every time. We were just lucky our destructive streaks never lined up, or the pieces of the crib before us would've already become nothing more than a pile of ash.
"Alright, that's it!" Cass finally shouted, standing up abruptly from where we'd been trying to wrestle together the corners of the crib with no luck, despite using both our strength at once. "I'll be right back."
"What?" I flung my arms out to either side of me as Cassian headed for the door. "You're abandoning me? Seriously?"
"Not abandoning! Changing tactics."
Before I could ask for clarification, Cassian was out the door. I stared after him, waiting for him to reappear or say he was kidding or something, but he didn't. I huffed, then shook my head and turned back to the crib, its pieces still mostly laid out on the floor.
I sat there and stared at the pieces for a few long beats, contemplating my next move. Honestly, I'd just about decided to throw them out the window and tell Rhys the thing'd never been here when the door came swinging open again.
I turned to find Cassian striding towards me, the confidence and determination back in his step. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just grinned.
"I've solved all our problems."
I snorted, but smiled at Cassian all the same as he came to a stop before me. The fact that he'd managed to make me laugh at all in the middle of this nonsense was exactly why we were mates, and it made me love him even more.
"Cass, you know I love you, and you know I trust you, but... I'm having a hard time seeing how that could possibly be true. Unless you convinced Mor to take over for us...?"
"No, but just as good." I raised an eyebrow, and Cassian's grin widened as he dropped down next to me. Slowly, from behind his back, he pulled out a hammer, tape, and a few other supplies.
I just stared at everything for a moment, then snorted and leanded into Cassian. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Babe... we can't use that stuff to put this crib together."
"Why not?"
"Because it won't be sturdy enough! We don't want it to give out while the baby's in it. We both know we can't risk that."
Cassian hummed, rocking forward just enough to get a few of the pieces of the crib into his hands. He lined them up like we'd been doing all day, then raised the hammer in his other hand.
"Maybe you're right about the tape," he said. "But all we need to fix this is a little extra power. We can't force it together with our strength alone, so we'll use a hammer."
"Cass-"
Before I could get another word out, Cassian swung the hammer. I could see him putting his full Illyrian strength into it, and sure enough, the pieces whacked together. Unfortunately for us, they also splintered into more pieces than would be fixable, even with tape.
Cassian and I just stared at the wreckage for a moment, neither of us speaking. Cassian was the one to break first.
"Shit."
I laughed, all the stress and ridiculousness of the past few hours disappearing along with our hopes of actually succeeding at our task. I leaned into Cassian, and a moment later, he joined me.
"Well, that didn't go like I was hoping," sighed Cassian. I laughed again.
"Really? That's not what you were going for?"
"Not quite."
We shared a smile, then slumped back together, Cassian's arm around my waist as I leaned into his chest. I sighed, staring at the ruins of the crib before us. Not a single part of me wanted to do something about fixing it.
"So... how about we call Mor and find a way to pass this on to her?"
I laughed, then nodded as I leaned even further into Cassian.
"Baby, I was thinking the same thing. You, me, and Az have had to tear our hair out over this thing already, I think it's her turn."
"And even better, if any of us has to call Amren in, it'll be Mor."
"Exactly."
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I HOPE Vi gets some sort of moment or mini arc in act 3, shes been dkne so dirty. Do u have any theories?
hi anon! ready for the most incoherent ramble ever let's get started
i definitely want the same thing. in particular, i need vi to be angry at caitlyn for more reasons than caitlyn joining ambessa. even ONE moment, one LINE where vi finally stands up for herself because people treat her like shit, i'd be happy enough
i wouldn't go as far to say that vi hasn't had an arc this season, but they brush over it so badly that it feels like she doesn't
but let's talk about that. one of the big problems with vi this season is that she doesn't have her own goals or drive the plot like she did in season 1. and perhaps it's supposed to be a reflection of how lost and insignificant she feels, but it makes her feel sidelined and like a plot device. this is the exact reason why i LOVE the moments when her character drives the plot and not the other way around (i.e. when she stops caitlyn, when she decides to trust jinx about warwick, when she protects jinx from the explosion at the end of episode 6)
vi's at her best when she 1) exercises agency, rather than simply going along with everything, and 2) has someone to protect. with that being said, vi's "timeline" in season 2 kind of looks like this:
act 1: vi's spiral into guilt (doing anything to alleviate said guilt) and losing everything (again) act 2: vi having nothing left, not having a "purpose," and trying to grapple with her supposed insignificance to the people and the world around her act 3: vi getting back up on her feet, finding her place in the world
something so, so crucial about vi is that she NEEDS other people in her life. i've seen people complain about it (me included), but we DO see how she is when she has no one left to protect and it's not fun at all (i would've loved to see more but you know, i'll take what i can get). she's bitter, angry, depressed and falls back into a familiar, self-destructive routine not so different from her years in prison. the second she learns that someone needs her help (vander) she sobers up and, though tentatively, goes "alright, i'll help" because she's a protector, she wants to help people, that's at the core of her character
since she has important people back in her life, it does give me some hope that vi will be more prominent in act 3. vi still has to decide to become an enforcer (again) and it's hopefully for reasons outside of guilt this time. vi has to forgive caitlyn, sort things out with jinx, and will play a significant role in stopping ambessa and viktor. act 3 is also when vi gets the cut over her face tattoo, so if we're lucky act 3 will actually be vi focused but that's just me being hopeful
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I get that some of you are nervous of Eddie leaving and Buddie not happening but trust me when I tell you Ryan isnât going anywhere. There are zero signs that he wants to leave the show.
All of the main cast seem very happy and like a family and like they want to be working together for as long as possible. Theyâre also working in roles that you canât do in just any other acting job, doing these crazy emergencies regularly. You donât just leave a work environment like that for no reason. Itâs also not like Ryan canât do other projects while working on 911, he just worked on a movie not too long ago. So no heâs not leaving.
When it comes to Buddie I think some of you have gotten so used to storylines that play out instantly on streaming youâre not used to a network slow burn where you have to wait.
I get being scared of being let down by the show. I know how much weâre all hoping and waiting for Buddie to happen. But Buddie has been in the works for years. It was originally supposed to happen in s5 (Buck was supposed to come out in s4) but Fox refused to let it happen. So Tim left and then the show moved to abc and so Tim came back. When he did he started putting the wheels in motion for Buddie canon and that started with Buck coming out in s7. Buddie going canon has already started weâve been in the storyline since last season when Buckâs coming out was heavily connected to Eddie.
If I didnât think Buddie was going to happen or that it was a big maybe Iâd say so but in all the years of watching the show Iâve never been as certain itâs happening as I am now.
The other thing is I think there would be zero doubt right now if Buddie was a straight ship. But because theyâre two guys and theyâre breaking new ground with being the first real slow burn queer ship on a primetime network show people will question if itâs happening the whole way.
Tim knows how a significant portion of the audience for the show loves Buddie. Tim, Oliver, and Ryan have all shown support for Buddie over the years which btw isnât common for non canon queer ships. A lot of things are in our favor. If Tim didnât want to make Buddie happen he would have made that clear when he came back and itâs been the total opposite. In s7 they were together more than ever and theyâve still been joined at the hip in s8 even if hey havenât had a ton of scenes while Tim was closing up other storylines. We can see with 808 and recent interviews that the bulk of Eddie and Buddieâs s8 storylines are going to be in 8b.
Iâve seen people say why doesnât Eddie just go get Chris and bring him home. I believe he will eventually but this storyline with Eddie contemplating moving to Texas isnât as much about the Chris storyline as it is about the Buddie storyline. You have to have obstacles in a will they/wonât they that makes the audience think they arenât going to end up together. There is always lots of angst leading up to the moment when they finally get together or get back together. This makes for a more emotional dramatic moment and some of the best tv.
Weâre meant to think Eddie is leaving but even if he goes to Texas for a minute it wonât be permanent. Iâm confident in saying weâll have Buddie canon by the end of the season and Chris back too.
Please donât let fandomâs tendency to catastrophize make you worry about where the story is going. Also take all the interviews with a grain of salt because they canât and wonât tell us exactly where things are going. Like with the most recent Tim interviews and him making it sound like Eddie is moving. That makes sense because weâre right at the beginning of that storyline he canât say what will happen.
Things with Buddie will take a little time to play out but weâll get there. We are going into this hiatus in the best possible place we can be in right now and we should all be incredibly excited for whatâs to come for Buddie in 8b.
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can i request for hoshi + 8 was anything real between us?
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soonyoung couldnât stop watching you. it had been like that for the past few weeksâyour laugh no longer making his heart race the way it used to, your touch no longer feeling like a spark. you were slipping away from him, and no matter how many times he tried to convince himself it was just a phase, the truth gnawed at him like a bitter taste.
the two of you had always been in this strange, limbo spaceâsomething more than just friends, but never quite enough to call it a relationship. late-night calls, inside jokes, and lazy mornings spent tangled in each otherâs arms. soonyoung had always enjoyed it, always hoped it could be more. heâd wanted it to be more.
but you were pulling away. slowly, almost imperceptibly, but it was there. you didnât laugh at his jokes as much, didnât touch him the same way anymore, and lately, it felt like every time you two hung out, you were rushing to leave, making excuses to cut your time short.
tonight was supposed to be different. it was supposed to be just the two of you, sharing dinner at his place, like old times. but as the night wore on, he felt it againâthe distance. you were quieter than usual, distant in a way that made him anxious. he tried to brush it off, tried to chalk it up to you having a bad day, but deep down, he knew something was wrong.
as you stood up from the table, gathering your things, he felt his heart sink. âare you leaving already?â he asked, his voice low, the hurt creeping in before he could stop it.
âyeah, iâi have work tomorrow,â you mumbled, not meeting his eyes as you zipped your bag shut. âi should get going.â
âno, wait,â soonyoung's voice cracked desperately, standing up quickly, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. âwhy are you acting like this?â his voice was soft but filled with confusion, his eyes searching yours. âwhatâs wrong? why have you been so cold lately?â
you froze, your chest tightening. you knew exactly why. the more you fell for him, the more you realized this⊠this wasnât going anywhere. you had tried to convince yourself otherwise, told yourself that things were fine, but it hurt too much to keep pretending. it hurt to realize youâd fallen in love with someone who couldnât see you the way you needed him to.
but you couldnât tell him that. not when your heart was already breaking just thinking about it.
ânothingâs wrong,â you muttered, avoiding his gaze as you pulled your wrist gently from his grasp. âi just have a lot on my mind, okay?â
âno,â soonyoungâs voice hoarse, desperation in his words as he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. âdonât lie to me,â his thumb brushed softly over your skin, his eyes searching yours, pleading for an answer. âyouâre not the same. youâve been distant. have i done something wrong? did i hurt you?â
you shook your head, taking a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. âno, you didnât hurt me, soonyoung. i justâŠâ your voice trailed off, the words too hard to say. how could you explain that the more you let yourself care about him, the more you realized this was nothing but a dead-end?
âyou just what?â he pressed, his grip on your cheek tightening ever so slightly, the vulnerability in his eyes evident. âtell me whatâs going on, because i canât stand this. i canât stand not knowing why youâre pulling away from me.â
your heart pounded in your chest as you finally met his eyes. âsoonyoungâŠâ your voice was barely a whisper, the words too difficult to say out loud. you had been avoiding them for so long, afraid that once you said them, everything would fall apart. âiâm scared.â
soonyoung frowned, his thumb still brushing over your cheek. âscared of what?â
âscared that this⊠this thing between us isnât real,â you choked out, the tears finally escaping. âweâre just⊠weâre just stuck in this weird place, and i canât do it anymore. i love you, soonyoung, but i donât think you love me back the same way. i donât think you ever will.â
the silence between you two stretched out, heavy and suffocating. soonyoungâs eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly as he processed your words. âwhat⊠what are you talking about?â his voice was low, almost broken. âi love you. i love you so much.â
you shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. âno, soonyoung, you donât. not in the way i need you to.â
he stepped back, his hand falling from your cheek, and for a moment, he looked lost. hurt. âso thatâs it? you're not even going to try? youâre just going to walk away?â
your chest ached. âi donât want to, butââ
âwas anything real between us?â soonyoung interrupted, his voice raw, his eyes searching yours desperately for an answer. âwas it all just some game to you? did you ever care about me? because iâve been in love with you, for so long, and i thought⊠i thought we were building something real.â
you felt like you couldnât breathe. the words youâd been holding back, the things you were so afraid to say, were coming out now, and it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. âiâm sorry,â you whispered, choking on your own tears. âi didnât know what else to do.â
soonyoung took a step forward, his hand gently cupping your face, his thumb wiping away the tears. âi love you,â he said again, his voice softer now. âi love you, and i want to make this work. so stop running from me.â
you looked into his eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. and suddenly, everything became clear. the fear, the doubt, the painâit was all a reflection of your own insecurities. soonyoung had never stopped loving you. he had always been there, always wanted you.
and you had never really given him the chance to show you.
âi love you, too,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âiâm sorry for pushing you away.â
you nodded, burying your face in his chest, the warmth of his arms around you making everything feel right again.
soonyoung smiled, the relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he never wanted to let go. âthen letâs make this work, okay? no more running away from each other.â
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Ok, I'm explaining my cryptic shit after the jump. CW fertility stuff and also it's long, sorry.
Up front, please read through before commenting as I have a request for how people engage with this.
I was supposed to start birth control as the first step of the IVF egg retrieval process two weeks ago today, because that's when my period was supposed to start. My periods have a habit of disappearing in the fall/winter, a weird pattern that no one has been able to explain but one that started back in 2022.
When my period didn't show up, I was pretty upset, because it doesn't come a week late when this happens, it comes a month late at best, sometimes even two or three months. My IVF clinic knows this, so I was not happy that they made me wait a full week to come in to have tests run to see why it was not showing up. Last Friday, I finally got to go in for some bloodwork and an ultrasound. They called me that day at noon to let me know that my period was late because I was pregnant.
We were told we could keep trying while we were getting our tests ran for IVF and it worked. I had tested myself, but the home tests I used came back negative and I didn't test more than once because honestly, I was over peeing on sticks. I have peed on a lot of sticks this year.
This week, we had a lot of blood draws to confirm my hormones were increasing appropriately. They are low, but the slope looks good. Today, we had an ultrasound and saw the gestational sac in the uterus with good placement.
Anyway, that's my whirlwind! I am only mentioning this because I can't really talk about it openly outside of a few close friends and I am really scared! I have no reason to think I will be any luckier with this baby than I was with the last one, since we are rolling the dice with my older eggs again. I need a place to vent that anxiety and fear, so I am going to do that here.
My request: I am ok with congratulations, but please just layer them with caution. In the loss communities I am in, we talk a lot about hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. I really appreciate when people say "cautious congrats" or "hoping for the best" or things like that. When people tell me not to worry or that it's going to be fine, I do not respond well because, respectfully, you don't fucking know. I don't fucking know. All I can do is take this one scan at a time.
If you don't want to hear about this, please block the tag, that's why I am using it.
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Thank you so much for the tag @therealsaintscully!
How many works do you have on ao3? 48! 30 for BBC Sherlock and 18 for The X-Files.
Whatâs your total word count? 924,659 (whoa, that's a lot of words)
What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea White Knight Incidents with Dogs, Curious and Otherwise Another Auld Lang Syne The Dead Detective
Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?
I try to. I'm not always as on top of it as I intend to be. I find comments tremendously meaningful and I at times get emotional while reading them. They are important to me. I reread them often.
I often fear that I'm a poor conversationalist and overthink my responses, which can tend to freeze me up.
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
Most of my long fics have happy endings.
The Pillar upon Which England Rests is my ode to Mrs. Hudson. As she and John are grieving Sherlock's fall, she tells John all about how she and Sherlock first met. I don't think of it as a particularly sad story, but I suppose that ending counts as angsty, as Sherlock's eventual return is not addressed in the story.
I guess the shorter, more horrorish ones have angsty (or at least uneasy) endings.
Nothing Happened in Belarus has S4 Sherlock, in the throes of his breakdown, somehow briefly traveling through time and encountering S1 John, who cares for him. It's a brief reprieve for him in the midst of a personal hell, but there is no resolution. When he returns to his own time, he is still forced to face what's coming next.
At the end of Leaves, Sherlock and John have either successfully defeated the bloodthirsty plant that has invaded their flat, or they're being digested by it. I leave that decision up to the reader. :)
The Web has Sherlock returned from his time away and reunited with John, but there is a part of him that will always remain haunted and deeply paranoid.
What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
Most of them, heh. I like to leave my characters in a good place after putting them through hell.
I guess I'd have to say White Knight? I still get a little giddy when I think about the way Sherlock proposes at the end of that one, and how happy and free they both are after the crushing weight of misunderstandings and grief has fallen away.
Whirlwind has a pretty joyful ending, too.
Do you write crossovers?
I haven't written a crossover, but I have done a few fusion fics. The Dead Detective is a fusion with Jumpin' Jack Flash. Whirlwind is a fusion with Twister. Out There is a fusion with The X-Files.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not really. Most responses on AO3 have been warm and supportive. I have gotten a few unnecessarily vicious comments on some of my ficlets here on Tumblr, but I do my best to ignore those.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Most of my smut tends to be of the R-rated variety, because I'm frankly just not very good at writing it.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes, sort of, but I don't believe it was done maliciously and I don't intend to call attention to it.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not. I'm open to the idea, but I honestly don't know if I'm cut out for it. I think my tendency to wing things and my utter lack of a consistent writing schedule would drive a potential writing partner mad.
What's your all-time favourite ship?
Mulder and Scully were my first true fandom love. I love Sherlock and John equally as much, if not more.
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
There are quite a few WIPs on my hard drive that may never see the light of day. As far as posted fics, my Sherlock/Knight Rider fusion probably won't be finished.
What are your writing strengths?
I like to think that I'm pretty good at capturing character mannerisms, and writing from a perspective that lets the reader feel what the POV character is feeling.
What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm not all that impressed with my smut writing abilities.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I steer clear of it. Although Google translate can be helpful, IMO there are too many opportunities to make embarrassing or inadvertently offensive mistakes.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
The X-Files
What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?
I really enjoy the character dynamics between Hannibal/Will in Hannibal and Lestat/Louis in Interview with the Vampire. I think I'd have a harder time getting into their heads than I do with Sherlock and John, so I'll probably just continue admiring them from afar for now.
What's your favourite fic you've written?
This is such a hard question! I'm probably proudest of the work that went into Out There, but I have a huge soft spot for The Pillar upon Which England Rests and (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea.
If anyone out there would like to share your thoughts on some of the things you've written, please do! I'll also tag @thetimemoves @arwamachine @raina-at @vulpesmellifera @iheardyou @totallysilvergirl @khorazir
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Heartstrings
Part 1
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The night Jeno announced his relationship felt like the world stopped spinning. His smile was wide, radiant even, as he laced his fingers with hers and said, âWeâre dating!â The words echoed in the air, loud and unrelenting. The cheers and congratulations from the group only added to the sting.
Days earlier, in a quiet moment with Chenle, it had all come tumbling outâthe feelings, the longing, the hopeless crush. Chenle had encouraged it, saying, âYou should tell him. Who knows? He might feel the same.â It turned out he didnât. Worse, heâd overheard.
But Jeno never said anything. Not a rejection, not an apology, not even a word of acknowledgment. It wasnât until Chenle quietly explained what happened that everything made sense. Jeno had chosen silence. And now, he was happily in loveâwith someone else.
Swallowing the heartbreak, pretending it didnât matter, became a daily ritual. Moving on wasnât easy, but staying still felt impossible. Thatâs when someone new came alongâa guy who seemed nice enough to distract from the ache. He was attentive, kind, everything you thought you needed to patch the cracks in your heart. At first.
Then his true colors started showing. Small comments that felt like jabs. Smiles that didnât quite reach his eyes. Every interaction began to feel more like a transaction than a connection. Yet somehow, breaking away felt harder than staying.
Everyone noticed. The quiet concern in their glances, the subtle questions. Even Jeno seemed to watch more closely, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something unreadable.
âCan I talk to you?â Jeno asked one night, long after the others had left. His tone was softer than usual, almost hesitant.
You turned, wary. âWhatâs this about?â
âThat guyâŠâ He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. âHeâs not good for you. You donât seem happy.â
A bitter laugh slipped out. âAnd youâre the judge of what makes me happy?â
âIâm not trying to judge,â he said quickly, stepping closer. âBut I care. I hate seeing you with someone who doesnât treat you the way you deserve.â
âYou donât get to say that,â you shot back, your voice sharp. âNot after everything. You were happy to stay quiet when it mattered. Now, suddenly, you care?â
His expression shifted, a flicker of something close to guilt flashing in his eyes. âI should have said something then. I know that now.â
âWell, itâs too late for that, isnât it?â Your voice wavered, betraying the fragile hold you had on your emotions. âYouâre happy. You have her. So why are you here?â
Jeno didnât answer immediately. Instead, he looked at you with a kind of intensity that made your heart ache. âBecause I canât stand watching you get hurt. Not like this.â
The words hung heavy in the air, unspoken emotions crackling like static between you. You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of your phone vibrating broke the moment. It was a message from him, the guy who was supposed to be your escape. The preview on the screen showed just enough to send your stomach sinking.
Jeno saw it, too. His jaw clenched. âIs that him?â
You didnât answer, your fingers trembling as you locked the phone. His gaze stayed fixed on you, a mixture of frustration and something else you couldnât quite place.
âDonât let him hurt you anymore,â Jeno said, his voice low. âPlease.â
You turned away, gripping the phone tightly, unsure if the ache in your chest was from the messageâor the way Jenoâs words lingered, filling the silence with questions you didnât know how to answer.
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her eyes narrow in on her,  offended that sheâs speaking like that isnât something on taiâs mind. it always is,  because she hates that mikayla didnât get the life she deservedâ free of her father but more than that, too.  not what actually happened to her.  she wants to ask if she was supposed to stay with her out of some obligationâ  but she has enough restraint not to go there, not when it doesnât feel accurate.  she loved mikayla,  she loved her more than anything even when they did break up,  but itâs because she loved her that she felt like they couldnât go on like they were. she always thought that someday, there would be a chance for them again â when they were both in the right place â but that never happened. she didnât realize then that saying goodbye was final for her. â that was not my response to ⊠that, â  she mutters in frustration,  quickly glancing to their surroundings, then back to her.  â i wanted to be there for you, â  she reminds her, like itâs simple to her. â i wanted to be the person you could still come to when you needed to talk, butâ but that wasnât enough for you, â  she reminds, letting out a scoff.  her eyes close when mikayla admits to never reading them; part of her always expected that, because surely, something wouldâve caught her attention, but it still hurts. taissa was still trying.  â thatâs not what i was doing. what the fuck? i cared about you, â  she says, voice slightly louder now, growing with frustration. Â
 itâs starting to feel embarrassing, the way mikayla throws that in her face. it does feel like itâs spiting herâ but she didnât necessarily believe mikayla would do that on purpose. this is just her own insecurities getting the best of her,  a blatant reminder of how much sheâs failed, despite giving up on the love of her life to try to make something of herself. â excuse me if i donât want you to do something you hate, â  she argues with a scoff. â i know itâs not about me.  youâve made it clear you don't think about me at all, â  she points out, rolling her eyes at the thought, because even the worst company from the wilderness, those still alive to run into at any moment, tai still thinks about them, so she canât fathom why it's so easy for mikayla to have let go of herâ her wife. she holds her hands up as she shakes her head.  â no. good for you, mikayla. â  her words come off condescending, but she doesn't actually mean it that way. she's is happy for her, despite it all. â if you're happyâ good for you. that's all i wanted. â  she just couldn't have the weight of it all on her own shoulders; it felt consuming, like it was going to suffocate her trying to be everything mikayla needed in there. leaving entirely might not have been the best option, but it felt like the only one back then.  Â
her jaw clenches, and mikayla doesnât have to finish her sentence for taissa to know what sheâs suggesting. but even now, as angry as sheâs been with taissa, and even given how estranged they feelâ  she still thinks she would do anything for her. taissa knows sheâs alive because of what mikayla did for her out there, not just physically, but mentally.  she believes the same is true for her, tooâ but mikayla keeps suggesting sheâs wrong.  â sheâ i didnât give up on you, â she corrects.  â maybe you just never understood me. â  but taissa doesnât believe that, either.  she thinks mikayla wouldâve understood her better than she understood herself. her eyes narrow in on her and she shakes her head.  â maybe if you listened to anything i said that day, or let me finish, or â read my fucking letters â youâd know the truth.  but i guess you like your story better, where iâm just the bad guy. â
taissa rolls her eyes, because mikayla doesnât need to defend herself for thatâ sheâs already made it clear she doesnât care about taissa. â didnât say you did, â  she mutters, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to stand taller, trying to pull herself together again.  â seems like youâve been sitting on that one for a while, though, â  she says, nodding back to her, wondering just how long sheâs been antsy to call taissa out on it.  her jaw clenches when mikayla goes on, because thatâs not what she thinks. itâs never been what she thought, even when so many people did assume the worst of her before things got bad. taissa always saw more in mikayla. sheâs also never been loved by anyone the way she was loved by mikaylaâ-  which is exactly why itâs so difficult for her to comprehend mikayla wanting absolutely nothing to do with her now, because how did she just turn that off? â i donât think you're heartless, mikayla.  you know that, â  she reminds, her eyes narrowing in on her.  â thereâs a difference between being heartless and being so willing to give up on people when things didnât go your way, â  she adds, ignoring the fact that thatâs basically exactly what she did to her first. Â
after everything has mikayla on the verge of snapping the way she promised asher she wouldn't. her jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding together as she takes a slow, deep breath, holding back the rant that's going on in her mindâ how it was taissa who gave up on them after everything, who decided that what they had meant nothing out here, like it was just something to get them by in the wilderness, something they no longer had any use for anymore. â i just killed my dad, tai, â she reminds her calmly, because it feels like tai's forgotten. â i almost died. and your response was toâ to fucking dump me. so yeah, i cut you out of my life. but you're the one who decided you didn't give a fuck first. â maybe tai never said that specifically, but it felt that way. â i didn't read them, â she admits, keeping her voice flat. â wasn't really in the mood to hear you try to make yourself look better. sorry doesn't really erase what you did. â it killed her, not knowing what those letters said, throwing them out before the temptation could get to be too much, but she figured it was what was best for herselfâ and since it was clear that tai didn't care about what was best for mikayla, she had to focus on that instead, even if it meant ignoring the only woman she'd ever loved.
she looks away, annoyed, because she doesn't think she could ever get tai to understand, not when she got to grow up with parents who supported her, while mikayla only had a man who put her down, who used every opportunity to make her feel like nothing. â i just fucking told you why. it's not my fault it's not what you want to hear. because you'd rather hear me tell you it's to spite you, right? that it's about you, not him? â she lets out a cold laugh, her head tilting slightly. â well, i'm fucking sorry, but not everything has to do with you. â it doesn't feel like tai knows her, because playing out of spite is something mikayla would have always doneâ especially now, when most of her choices have been stripped away from her, forcing her to turn back to soccer, because it's one of the few things she's ever actually been good at, whether she liked it or not. â i'm not miserable, â she lies, but she's trying to believe her own words more than anything. â it sounds like you're just pissed off that i'm doing fine without you. â she's not, but she's learned to accept that, telling herself that happiness no longer mattered, that it wasn't even something she wanted anymore, because she can't stand the thought of losing it again.
mikayla doesn't want to have this conversation at all, but her pride won't let her walk away. she can handle the pain, she thinks, because it's all she's ever felt anyway, but that doesn't mean she enjoys it. â i was in love with the person i was with out there, â she clarifies. â you knowâ the girl i married. the one i would'veâ â killed for, died for, done anything for, but she stops herself before she could go there, feeling like she shouldn't have to. â but you're not her, taissa. and maybe i was just wrong about you, and you never actually were the person i thought you were, butâ the girl i loved wouldn't have fucking given up on me just because it was hard. she would have tried. so i don't know who the fuck visited me that day in prison, butâ that wasn't her. â that's what she's told herself the last few years in her determination to move onâ because it was easier to separate tai into two different versions: the one she loved, and the one who hurt her, because that made it easier to come to terms with the fact she lost her.
her jaw clenches again, realizing she fucked up, but it's easy to brush it off like it doesn't mean anything, her shoulders lifting in a small shrug. â nat, obviously. but trust meâ i never fucking asked. â that's not entirely true, either; there's been a few times when mikayla has, telling herself that it's just because they went through something horrible together, so of course she's curious, never stopping to consider the fact that she can't say the same about some of the other survivors. her head falls back in annoyance when tai, again, accuses her of not giving a shit, because it's not true, and she's sick of hearing it. â okay, yeah, you got me. i didn't give a shit, â she agrees sarcastically, because arguing against it seems pointless when tai won't listen. â nice to know you think i'm as heartless as everyone else does. â
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I made the decision to be extra-judicious on deciding what constituted a spoiler for the new season of Strange New Worlds and I'm sticking with that.
But I have thoughts and Iâve spent way too much time thinking about them for a season and a half and I canât hold them in anymore. So here you go.
Definite spoilers for episode 5 and everything before it under the cut. TL;DR at the very bottom of this way too long post.
Episode 5 was an absolute banger of an episode in terms of Hollywood entertainment value. But, and this is a big BUT, what the actual hell are the writers doing?
The Christine/Spock/TâPring love triangle is tarnishing the gift that was given to Trek fans when Strange New Worlds was announced and it's becoming way too obvious not to comment on.
Itâs maddening that theyâve decided to take a thirty second scene of a one-sided crush from the original series (Chapel confessing her love for Spock in The Naked Time) and turned it into a two-sided love affair that's part of a love triangle. It is, quite literally, derailing what is otherwise an incredible show.
I hear you asking⊠Seriously? Arenât you being extreme? How could a consensual affair do that? Or.... You're a Spirk blog. Aren't you biased? Oh boy, I wish it were that simple. This is coming from a literal lifelong Trek fan who had Trouble with Tribbles memorized before I had an inkling what romance even was, and who - fortunately - was taught by my Trekkie father what made good writing.
The love triangle is not good Trek or good writing.
For reasons that likely have to do with Spock being arguably the most well known character in Star Trek canon (pop culture wise), the writers have chosen to focus on him. And what kind of storyline can they give us since Spock goes through a massive, decades long character arc in the original series and movies? (Spoiler alert, I answer that at the end and it's not a love triangle.)
For reasons that likely have to do with Peckâs appearance and natural charisma, theyâve decided to give Spock love interests - not just one but two.
Letâs ignore that Spock doesnât show interest in either Christine or TâPring in the original series. Really, thatâs the least of the problems and easily explained away.
Where the problems arise are two fold - Spockâs emotional journey and the minimization of two strong female characters to love interests.
Spockâs emotional journey - As great as parts of this episode were (looking at you, Amanda), what it achieved was Spock coming to terms with his human side in a way that the Spock we know from the original series hasnât accepted. It takes original series Spock until The Motion Picture (perhaps not until after The Voyage Home), to be comfortable in being both human and Vulcan. So the ground Spock gained in this episode? Strange New Worlds, if it continues as part of the prime timeline, can only result in character regression for Spock. As a fan of Spock in all iterations, that regression will be a heartbreaking and horrible way to end a hopeful show.
Christine and TâPring as love interests - Dear god, can these women exist without being defined by a man please? Itâs 2023. This shouldnât be something female characters have to ask for. Sure, there was more about Christine in this episode, but her arc still revolved around Spock. And not only that, but we got the Korby name drop in this episode (her future fiancĂ©). I'd love to think that this isn't headed in a direction where Christine will hook up with Spock then heâll pull away and she jumps ship to Korby only to be defined again by a man. But for fuck's sake, this last season and a half hasn't given me much hope. Jess Bush is amazing as Christine. Is it too much to let Christine be her own woman? And TâPring? I adore T'Pring way more in Strange New Worlds than I expected to. So, please, help a Vulcan woman out. TâPring is already relegated to nothing in the narrative after Amok Time. If thereâs going to be an insistence on bringing her into the story can she please not be defined by Spock then Stonn? I'm BEGGING the Strange New Worlds writers - let these characters and actors shine as fully realized women.
But the larger problem is that this single decision for a love triangle has not only fated these three characters to regression and minimization - IT'S DIMMING THE POSSIBILITIES FOR EVERYONE.
When Strange New Worlds was announced, there were so many possibilities. A whole new part of canon to be explored and expanded. NEW CHARACTERS, NEW PLACES, NEW MORAL QUANDARIES, NEW EXPLORATIONS.
But we only get 10 episodes a season, right? Not the 26ish we got with the original series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and Enterprise. (Discovery, I'm looking at you and weeping too.)
So, why are the writers insisting on episodes focusing on an unnecessary love triangle when they could be doing this:
Uhura - Hello? SHE'S RIGHT THERE AND CELIA IS INCREDIBLE. The original series is notorious for brushing Uhura under the rug and other people can speak way more intelligently on Uhura meta than I can. But, I mean, she didn't even have a canon first name until 2009. So. Yeah. Good news, Strange New Worlds can change all of that. Build her history, show us her successes, her fears, her failings, glimpses into her past. Give her a chance to have a dalliance with the "alien of the week." Uhura is a beloved character for so so so many wonderful reasons. Give us the stories about her that deepen that love.
Erica - Oh, Erica. My beloved Erica. Paramount PR keeps saying that last week's episode was "Erica's Big Moment" and if it truly was her biggest moment of the season, then I weep for her and Melissa Navia. All we learned in that episode was that she's Erica Ortegas and she flies the ship (and, well, that Navia has a depth in her they haven't let her show with Erica so far). Erica does pilot and flies really goddamn well, but we already knew that. What about her time in the Klingon War? What about her family? Her friends off the ship? What was it that either made her determined to become the best pilot or that happened in her past that inspired her to become that pilot? How does she feel about being on the Enterprise? How does she feel about soup or carpet or art? There's nothing, literally NOTHING, in future canon about her and right now her Memory Alpha entries for her life before Strange New Worlds is seven sentences. SEVEN SENTENCES. All of this for a fan favorite character. *sigh*
Sam - The potential for this character is limitless and all we've really gotten is him touching something he shouldn't have, being xenophobic to Spock, and that he doesn't pick up his dirty dishes. Seriously? We know more about Jim Kirk in Strange New Worlds and he's not even on the Enterprise or in the same timeline! When we rewatch Operation Annihilate, give us a reason to mourn with Jim. Make that episode a billion times worse because Sam is a character that we know and care about outside of being Jim's brother.
Pike - Okay, so admittedly, Pike is probably the most fleshed out character besides Spock in canon and they're not shying away from the future he knows is coming. That's been handled really well. And they've also done a great job of showing how much Pike cares. But, what makes Pike one of the "great captains" and how has his past turned him into who he is today (the canon pieces with his father have so much possibility) and what is he doing behind the scenes to fight for his crew and his ship? I feel like we got more of the "great captain" in Discovery than we've gotten in Strange New Worlds. And, dear god again with the "romance," can his love interest get a canon first name please? Hard to buy he loves her when he calls her Captain Batel even in his personal log.
Una - She was pretty much a canonical blank slate going into Strange New Worlds and they've done some incredible episodes with her, but I'd love to see her actually be the XO? Making that a question because she absolutely is, but we have yet to really see that in practice. The relationship between Pike and Una deserves so so much more screen time. Let them be captain and first officer. Explore Pike mentoring her, and give way more of her mentoring crew. Let her be more than Illyrian. What are the unique challenges she faces as the highest ranked woman and non-Human on the ship? Is she a fighter or a negotiator or some secret third thing? Does she have an intricate knowledge of some space anomaly or ship function that no one else on board does? What are her future goals and plans? I'm rambling now, but the point is that she's a character who disappears from canon after Strange New Worlds and she's the goddamn FIRST OFFICER OF THE ENTERPRISE. Let her be that until she isn't anymore.
LaâAn and M'Benga - Honestly, I'm not going to put much here for La'An because out of all the "new" characters in Strange New Worlds, La'An has been fleshed out the most. And, out of all the "barely exists in canon" characters, M'Benga is the same. But I'm listing them because they make my point. La'An and M'Benga are good examples of what happens when the writers focus on characters who either don't exist in canon or barely exist there. We know pieces of their backstory and their motivations. We know what keeps them up at night. Both actors have given performances that tie the audience to their characters emotionally. And yet, there's seasons worth of more material for both of them.
So. To come back to my original point - why are the writers focusing on a love triangle that tramples on canon and minimizes female characters when they are wealthy af with primo characters?
I mean, there are so many other ways they could have gone with Christine (making her bisexuality more than a one-off line, having her struggle with what happened on the Farragut, exploring her role during the Klingon War, family, friends, facing moral quandaries in her research...), and Spock (his relationship with Sarek, Vulcan rituals and practices we've never seen ((double parentheses here to emphasize that to us, as viewers, Vulcan *is* a strange new world and there's still a hell of a lot of Vulcan stuff that's veiled in mystery)), and MICHAEL ((remember Michael, his sister, who got a one line mention in the first episode then nothing?? Yeah, that Michael)), Spock's grief over losing Hemmer and Michael so closely together, etc...). Poor T'Pring is pretty much relegated to love interest and plot device at this point unfortunately. Instead of the love triangle route, they could've cut the sex scenes and made her a cool, calculating advisor to Spock and the Angel/Sybok plotline could've still happened. But alas, was not meant to be.
I've written a lot of words and taken up way too much of my day with this, but I seriously couldn't hold it in any longer. Look, I love Strange New Worlds, but I also seriously grieve for the show that it could've been and I seriously hope it will become that show in future seasons.
Strange New Worlds is gorgeous, the sets and special effects are A+, the actors are all pretty too and know how to command a scene. There's a lot to work with. But let's not forget that the original series was put together with styrofoam, glitter, and a prayer and it birthed this 60 year franchise. What kept people coming back to Trek were the relationships and a found family working together to explore, not a forced love triangle.
TL;DR
The insistence on the Christine/Spock/T'Pring love triangle is dooming all of their characters to massive character regression and minimization *and* cheating us out of learning about and loving the characters who are practically unknown in canon.
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