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maria-scribbles · 4 years ago

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part five

summary: in the aftermath of hurricane agatha, the pogues are thrown into a mess none of them are ready to deal with. things that don’t exactly top sailor’s ‘fun things to do this summer’ list: surfing in the middle of a hurricane, getting punched in the face by a stupid kook, and stumbling upon a mystery that turns her and her friends into the damn scooby gang. when she said she wanted an exciting summer, she should’ve been more specific. 🙃

word count: 8.1k+ (it just keeps getting longer and longer 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings n stuff: mentions of abuse/neglect/gambling addiction, child abandonment, anxiety, self-worth issues, jj being both soft af and hot for his best friend, weed usage, underage drinking, unresolved sexual tension, sailor being thirsty, swearing, guns, fighting, blood, that one trope where two characters only call each other by their nicknames/last names until they don’t because of ~reasons~ that makes me lose my shit every time (like a lot of the obx fandom, i also headcanon that jj stands for jesse james), references to the three stooges (jj=moe, pope=larry, and john b=curly and that’s a fact lmao), to all the boys i've loved before, avengers infinity war, and david attenborough, and a line heavily inspired/influenced by taylor swift's "dress" (a song that happens to be on the playlist for this series)

a/n: we’re finally entering canon territory, y’all (with a few tweaks, of course!) but i’m determined not to make this a rehash/retelling word for word of the show ‘cause that’s just no fun, so expect smaller pieces (vignettes, i guess?) of storytelling as i expand on canon with sailor and the rest of the pogues. think of it like a mixtape of sorts, but with words instead of music if that makes sense lol. this part originally covered episodes one and two but i wrote so much that i had to split it, so we're just covering most of episode one for now (i still can't even believe how much shit actually goes down in the pilot lol). i was veryyyy excited to write the kegger at the boneyard 'cause some ~juicy~ stuff happens there lol. fun fact: the title of this part is a term used by surfers to refer to getting up at the ass crack of dawn to hit the waves. as always, this is unbetaed so any mistakes are mine. enjoy!

gif credit to @jj-maybnks

~Masterlist~

part five: dawn patrol

The next morning, Hurricane Agatha hits the island with all the force of a knockout punch; the sound of rain pounding against the roof echoes impossibly loud throughout the Chateau but Sailor’s bewildered shriek is even louder.

“You’re gonna what the what?!”

John B shrugs as the stunned redhead, lounging on the couch, looks away from watching the storm and fixes him with a wide-eyed stare.

“I’m gonna surf the surge.”

“Hell yeah, bro!” JJ yells from his spot as her footrest, punching his fist in the air and she sends him an exasperated look, both at his enthusiastic encouragement of John B’s downright moronic idea and the fact that she already misses the feeling of his thumb drawing circles on her bare ankle.

“Are you two insane?”

“Possibly.” John B states, grinning when JJ follows that up with, “Absolutely.” The blond boy pushes Sailor’s legs off his lap as he stands which earns him another displeased scowl from the redhead. “Come on, Sail. Live a little.”

“Oh, I’ll live alright, but you idiots won’t,” She takes his offered hand, letting him pull her to her feet and then down the hall after John B as she continues, “because this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

“See, this is why we keep you around,” He replies, laughing when she dodges his attempt to ruffle her hair and dashes forward to beat him to the spare room. “We do something stupid, you and Kie read us the riot act. It’s tradition.”

Sailor grabs her long-sleeved rash vest -if she’s going to sit on the beach to keep an eye on these fools in the middle of a damn hurricane, at least she’ll wear something that offers a little bit of warmth- and heads to the bathroom to change. “Yeah, and then I’m there to patch you up when you inevitably hurt yourselves.”

“Can’t help that you have that healing touch.” His cheeky response floats through the closed door and she catches herself smiling -wide and just a little bit sappy- in the mirror.

After a quick detour to pick up Pope, who’s already drenched from sneaking out his window, the pogues (sans Kiara who never answered John B’s text in the group chat and, knowing her parents, was probably on hurricane lockdown) head to the beach, where the rugged gray surf hammers against the shore with unrelenting brutality. Sailor trails behind the others as they grab their boards and make a break for the water, blatantly ignoring the barriers that read ‘beach closed’ in large, impossible to miss letters. A few hundred feet down the coast, she can barely make out The Sandbar all boarded up for the storm and she thinks of her mother, wondering if she's riding it out inside or at home; either way Carmen's all alone and Sailor's stomach twists with guilt, both for letting her phone battery die so she didn't have to answer her calls and for leaving in the first place, even though it was the right thing to do for her damn sanity.

“These signs are here for a reason, guys!” She calls over the howling wind, squinting through the rain at the rough waves with her hands tapping uneasily against her thighs. Watching John B run into the ocean with reckless abandon (Pope following with a little more caution, thankfully) immediately puts her anxiety on edge so she sits down heavily on the wet sand, wrapping her arms around the knees pulled to her chest and looks up at the blond boy who stayed behind. “Aren’t you gonna join the other stooges?”

JJ shrugs at her question, glancing out toward their friends before dropping his board to the ground and taking a seat behind the trembling girl, his chest to her back. “This one can’t just leave you hanging out here all alone, lookin’ all sad and shit. It’s kind of pathetic.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, J.” She smirks and scoots back in the sand, lips curling into a full-fledged smile when he lifts his arms to drape them over her shoulders. As he tucks her securely against his front, the warmth of his body helps ward off the biting chill of the rain, and so does the fact that he knows her so well, that he knows this is exactly what she needs to help calm the panicking butterflies in her stomach.

He leans close, lips brushing against the shell of her ear when he whispers his next words like a secret, low and just for her even when there’s no one around to hear them. “Trust me, Sail, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

She suddenly finds those butterflies in her stomach fluttering for a whole different reason.

The Chateau sits in complete darkness, the power having been knocked out since they returned from dropping Pope off at his house that afternoon. Sailor thinks it’s about ten at night as she lies on her back on the mattress of the sleeper sofa, listening to the wind rip through the trees outside with Binx curled up at her feet. The spare room was way too hot without a working fan, even after she braided her hair off to the side and changed into a crop top and shorts, so she and JJ had returned to the living room where it was cooler, if only by a little bit.

John B has already retreated to his room for the night; he’d been acting quieter than usual since their little adventure at the beach but between a lantern-lit dinner of semi-stale cereal and passing a joint around, she never got the chance to ask if he was okay before he made his escape. JJ lies beside her with his limbs all askew and from the slow rise and fall of his bare chest she’s 99% sure he’s out like a light until, out of the blue, he mutters into the stagnant air, “Can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

She blinks heavily -that weed must’ve hit her harder than she thought because she hadn’t even realized she’d been staring- when he lazily turns his head to stare back, a halcyon grin on his face and in the dark, his pupils are blown so wide she can barely see the blue of his irises. Her hand itches with a longing to sweep that one stubborn strand of hair away from his forehead but instead she blindly slides it to the left until she finds his and holds on tight; his fingers automatically lace with hers even as the space between his eyebrows furrows and the smile falls from his lips.

“Sail?”

“I don’t think my dad’s ever coming back.” The redhead’s mouth blurts before her brain can catch up, heavy words lingering like a storm cloud ready to downpour. The thought had been weighing on her heart for a while now, from when she’d first suspected it two months ago, and it feels bittersweet to finally admit it out loud, even when she hadn’t planned doing it.

Her bedmate is silent for a long time as he looks at her through the shadows and she focuses on the touch of his palm against hers instead of the awful mounting pressure behind her eyes -hadn’t she promised herself she was done crying over her dad?- until he asks quietly, “Why? I mean, good riddance 'cause he's kind of the worst, but why?"

“A feeling,” She murmurs around the sudden lump in her throat, biting the inside of her lip hard enough that she tastes the metallic tang of blood on her tongue. “He...he usually comes back after a month or two but this time it’s been almost five.” A bitter laugh escapes from her chest and she shakes her head. “I guess he finally decided he’s done dealing with my worthless ass.”

JJ’s eyes flash like lightning as he rolls over to face her, the hand not entwined with hers reaching up to cup her cheek. “Sail, shut up. Don’t you dare say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true,” She says sharply, words acerbic and biting and full of a self-hatred that’s been poisoning her heart ever since she was old enough -eight and far, far too young- to discern the way her dad’s love for her was fickle at best, non-existent at worst. “I could’ve been a better daughter- a perfect daughter- and he might still be here and my mom wouldn't hate me. I should’ve tried harder-”

“Jesus Christ, Sailor!” He interrupts, calloused yet gentle thumb wiping away the tears she just now registers sliding down her cheeks and the shock of hearing her full name come from his mouth makes the rest of her vitriolic thoughts fly out the window. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

The image of him blurs through the darkness in shades of black and she closes her eyes, jaw clenched in an attempt to quell the tremble of her lip as he goes on in his low, soft voice, “You should’ve tried harder to do what, huh? What could you have possibly done better?”

She’s quiet for a long time, so long that her tears run dry and all that remains is smeared salt on her skin because she doesn’t have an answer. What could she have done? That terrible thought in her mind rears it’s ugly head again, the one that tells her she’s not good enough, that everything’s her fault because she doesn’t do enough, but when she asks it what more she can do, there’s no reply. There never is.

“Hey, look at me.” She hears the rustling of sheets and feels his fingers slip from hers before they come to rest on her cheek, both hands now cradling her face; she opens her eyes to find him hovering over her and the sheer lack of distance between them makes her heart skip a beat. “You...”

“What about me?” Her voice cracks as she speaks and in a mirror of her from earlier, JJ shakes his head, causing that stubborn strand of hair to once again fall into his eyes.

“I wish you’d see yourself the way I do.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “And how do you see me?”

“Fucking amazing.” He says simply and in the dark, she can barely see the flush slowly starting to creep up his neck. “Smart, brave, and loyal as hell. A beautiful badass who doesn’t take shit from anybody. A girl who listens when someone needs to be heard.”

The redhead stares up at him with wide green eyes as he goes on and on, listing all these wonderful little things that her traitorous mind has a hard time processing, let alone believing; he really thinks about her like this? “You care so damn much,” “You’re kind but not afraid speak out,” “You’re the one I trust the most.”

Her hand slowly releases its tight grip on the sheets and slides up his bare arm, feeling the heat of his skin under her palm as she touches his face, not trusting herself to speak because she’s so afraid of saying something dumb or stupid and ruining everything ('like I always do,' her mind echoes).

“You’re my best friend, Sailor, and yeah, you’re not perfect. You drink and you smoke weed and you don’t get straight As in school but fuck, you’re real and so not worthless.” He says each word with such conviction that its impossible not to believe him, as much as her brain screams at her not to. “And I want you to know that what your parents think of you doesn't matter at all, got it?"

Without warning, she flings her arms around his neck and JJ loses his balance, falling onto her with a soft oof of surprise but Sailor doesn’t even feel the extra weight as she rests her face against his shoulder and finally finds her voice. “Thank you.”

He takes her with him when he rolls onto his side, arms wrapped tight around her waist and nose buried in her messy braid. “Just...trying to do the right thing, I guess. For once.”

She pulls back at his words, then leans forward and slowly presses her lips to his flushed cheek, just missing the corner of his mouth. She lets them linger for a beat longer than necessary before leaning back -not too far, just enough- and looking him in the eye. “Thank you, Jesse.”

He usually hates being called by his first name (she found that out pretty quickly into their friendship, “never call me Jesse” being one of the first things he ever said to her) but he just looks at her with a soft, endearing smile on his face as he leans back onto the bed, once again bringing her with him. “Promise me something, Sail?”

She glances up at him from his shoulder and meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

His fingers tuck an escaped red curl behind her ear. “Just...be you. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks.”

She wishes it were that easy, that she could just step inside her mind and flip a switch and she could stop all those thoughts that’ve plagued her for years but it’s not. It’s gonna take time -time and a lot of patience and maybe even a miracle- but damn it, she’s gonna give it her all, not just for herself but for him and the rest of the pogues, too, the best friends she's ever had, so she nods and settles back down at his side. “I’ll try my best, J.”

“I know you will.”

"Sail, you're the best swimmer out of all of us. Think you can dive down there and check it out?"

The redhead peers over the edge of the HMS Pogue and into the water, where the murky shape of the sunken Grady-White sits thirty feet down on the bottom of the marsh, then nods at the rest of the pogues, an excited grin on her face.

"No problem," She answers John B, hopping up onto the very tip of the boat's bow with practiced ease before diving headfirst into the water to JJ's yell of "diver down!" It's dirtier than usual because of the hurricane but she doesn't let that stop her as she swims down and down until she reaches the top of the boat and pulls herself the rest of the way onto the deck, carefully scanning the area for...fuck. Honestly, she's got absolutely no clue what she's looking for but she assumes she'll know when she sees it.

'It' turns out to be a motel key, resting all alone on the floor by the steering wheel and she quickly reaches out to snatch it, sliding the silver key ring around her finger securely. When she pushes off toward the surface, she leaves the ghostly Grady-White behind with more questions than answers.

The rest of her friends are lined up in a row along the boat's railing, all staring at her with near identical expressions of anticipation as she breaks through the water and holds the key aloft with a triumphant smile.

"The Summer Winds Motel called, they want their key back!"

A little later that evening, Sailor would really regret finding that damn key but right now, she's having a great time dancing at the Boneyard with Kiara at the traditional post-hurricane kegger, second refill of beer in hand, spiked with Fireball from the flask tucked in her back pocket. To her, dancing's a lot like surfing -steady feet, swiveling hips, snapping shoulders- and she thinks that might be the reason she's so bad at it, anticipating the fluidity of water instead of the solidness of dry land. Or it could be that she just doesn't have rhythm when she's a little buzzed. That works, too.

"Ow, Sail!" Kiara winces as the redhead steps on her foot again, rolling her eyes fondly when she throws her head back with a loud, tipsy giggle.

"My bad, Kie!" She twirls in the sand, hair dancing around her shoulders like fire, and finds herself spinning right into a herd of dancing tourons, all too drunk to care that she's spilling her beer all over their feet. Large, olive-skinned hands grab her waist to spin her again and she laughs, smiling over her shoulder at a cute dark-haired touron as he slides one palm over to settle against the bare skin of her lower back. She pushes one hand on his shoulder with just enough resistance that he doesn't get too close into her personal space as he leans in to speak in a low Southern drawl, brown eyes turned a pretty bronze in the glow of the nearby bonfire.

"This probably isn't the best thing to say to a beautiful girl but you kind of dance like a giraffe."

Sailor bursts out laughing at that. "Hey, I think giraffes are very elegant creatures so I'll take that as a compliment!"

The boy grins and she smiles, too, letting him take her free hand and pull her into the throng of dancing bodies. He's almost as bad a dancer as she is but he's fun to talk to and together they gleefully show off their worst moves until their feet hurt -she's lost count of how many times she stepped on his toes- and her solo cup is empty. "Come on," She says and this time, she's the one to grab his hand and lead him over to the closest keg, where John B's dishing out beer with an expert flourish.

"'Sup, Sail," He lifts his chin in greeting as he fills her cup, smirking when she immediately pulls out her flask and adds a long pour of Fireball on top. "Who's your friend?"

"JB, this is Adam, he's visiting from Tennessee. Adam, meet John B, one of my best friends and a total moron," She makes quick introductions, smiling into her drink as he scowls and playfully sprays some beer at her feet before filling another cup and holding it out to the other boy with a jab at her expense.

"Be careful around her, man. She's a handful."

The touron accepts the drink with a shrug and a quick wink in her direction. "Good thing I happen to like 'em a little crazy."

Ugh. More than a little miffed at that, she rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of beer to hide her annoyance when Adam laughs and slings his arm around her shoulders. Calling her a giraffe was actually kind of cute in a very weird, endearing way but he instantly lost whatever points he had with her the second that 'c' word came out of his pretty mouth. She glances around the Boneyard while the boys start talking about surfing (she scoffs to herself, what does a farm kid from Tennessee know about that?), scanning the crowd for the rest of her friends and a chance to ditch him. Kiara's sitting on a big piece of driftwood, chatting up a stunning, deeply tan girl with glossy black hair -she waves when their eyes meet and shoots Sailor a cheeky grin before returning to her conversation- while the ever awkward Pope seems to be stuck in the middle of one of his rambles about autopsies as he stands around the fire, the willowy blonde beside him looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. She'd deliberately lost track of JJ a while ago, after she watched him getting a little too close to a tiny brunette, his hand low on her back as she passed him a drink and ran her fingers up his bare arm, coaxing that killer smile of his onto his face (that girl may have gotten his smile but Sailor got his eyes and they watched her until she pointedly turned away).

Honestly, she's a bit -okay, a lot- peeved. Here she is, thinking that they're the closest they've ever been before (they've always been close, ever since that day in sixth grade, but this is a whole different kind of close), and just when she feels like she may finally be ready to admit some things, some feelings, he's off doing who knows what with another girl; to be fair, she's off with another guy that she'd, until a minute ago, fully planned on kissing, but that's only because of him! Him and some weird need she has to keep him looking at her, to make him jealous -she shakes her head and takes another swig of her whiskey-spiked beer. Nope, nope, not gonna think about that.

Poor Pope looks like he's really struggling so Sailor pushes all thoughts of her blond best friend from her mind and goes to rescue him, ducking out from under Adam's sweaty arm and walking away without a backwards glance, ignoring the confusion in his voice as he calls her name. She pushes through the crowd to her friend and steps right in front of the girl he's trying to talk to, grabbing his hand with her free one.

"Come dance with me?"

The smile of pure relief that breaks out over his face makes her own widen as he lets her pull him back through the mass of bodies to a less-crowded part of the make-shift dance floor, the tension bleeding out of his hunched shoulders with every step.

"You're an angel, Sailor."

She laughs and wraps her arm around his shoulders, leading him in a carefree twirl across the cool sand. "Tell me something I don't know."

Like a leaf caught up in a whirlwind, he's helpless to resist her infectious joy as they dance, grinning like fools and poking fun at each other; for a while, the redhead tries to forget about stupid, clueless boys and focuses on Pope who, while still a clueless boy, doesn't expect anything from her but pure, unconditional friendship that she's all too willing to give (although she did have a teensy little crush on him when they first became friends, she got over it pretty fast the second he started talking about the bodily functions of dead bodies in explicit detail). She shares her drink with him, giggling at the way his face morphs from curiosity to disgust to delight at the taste of her cinnamon beer concoction and lets him down the rest while she drinks straight from the flask that she pulls from her back pocket.

"You've got a shadow." Pope says, slightly nodding his chin over her shoulder and she takes his hand again, slowly spinning herself under his arm to take a quick glance, rolling her eyes when she spots Adam staring at her from the edge of the crowd. "You know him?"

"Unfortunately. Thought he was cute, then he called me crazy." She tucks the whiskey away with a shrug at her friend's sympathetic wince, then steps closer to him and raises a conspiratorial eyebrow. "Wanna help me tell him to take a long walk off a short cliff?"

"Uh-"

"I think I can help with that," A familiar voice cuts off Pope's reply as JJ suddenly appears at her side, slipping his hand into her back pocket to spin her right into the circle of his arms before he plucks the flask from the other and takes a big sip in one smooth kinda sexy move. "Straight Fireball? Damn, Sail."

The redhead carefully schools her features into a blank mask but her body has other ideas, one hand instantly settling on his chest like it's second nature and her face flushing from more than just the alcohol as she casually replies, "You know I like things a little spicy." Completely aware of the way he's watching her every move, she snatches the whiskey back and downs the little bit that's left, trying and failing to ignore the thrill that shoots through her at those bright blue eyes of his darkening when her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Pope rolls his eyes at them both before muttering a quick 'see ya' and hastily melting back into the crowd.

"So, who're we telling to fuck off?" His voice is just a little strained and she feels her cool facade start to crack as she scowls, subtly tilts her head toward where Adam's still staring at her with an expression that looks like he ate a sour lemon. JJ spins her around to take a very conspicuous peek and her mouth curls into a grin, mask breaking completely when he shoots the touron a glare that screams 'try me, I dare you'; the heat from his hand still in her pocket burns as he leans in until his forehead rests on hers. "Let's give him a show."

Sailor hums and pretends to mull it over even as she coyly snakes her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, the harder panes of his body sliding almost sinfully against her softer curves as they sway together, "I don't know, you looked pretty cozy with that other girl earlier..." Is it kind of petty to bring it up? Yes, yes it is, but she can't resist toying with him like he did to her, just as she can't help the breathless gasp that escapes her lips when his fingers press hard into the toned flesh of her ass through her shorts.

"Why, Flynn, are you jealous?"

"Please, I saw that glare you gave him. If anyone's jealous, it's you, Maybank." She fires back while carding both hands through his hair and the pure gratification she feels at his slight shiver is nothing short of euphoric. Out of the corner of her eye, she barely takes notice of the frown Adam sends their way before he turns and stalks off toward the other side of the beach; honestly, she's so caught up in JJ and everything about him -the slow swing of his hips, the hands burning hot against the strip of her back exposed by her crop top, the darkened look in those ocean eyes- that she'd completely forgotten about the touron she danced with earlier in an effort to forget the boy she's dancing with now. She should've known it wouldn't have worked: Sailor could never forget JJ, no matter how hard she tries. He's like a permanent mark on her, a tattoo inked in gold, a beautiful, wonderous scar that she never wants to fade away.

"Seems like we scared him off so I don't have to worry about that anymore." His flushed face is so close she can feel his breath on her lips as he speaks and her eyes quickly flick down to his mouth on their own accord.

"And what about me?" She asks, twirling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, heart beating fast in anticipation as he smirks wickedly at the way her own face turns cherry red.

"Sail, babe, you don't have to worry about a damn thing."

All one of them has to do is tilt their head and everything will fall into place and she can once again know what it's like to kiss him-

"Let it go, Topper!" A sudden, annoyed shout breaks the two apart before they can close that final distance (Sailor's not sure who would've made the first move and she's both relieved and disappointed they won't get to find out), turning away from each other in tandem toward the gathering mass of bodies chanting 'fight, fight!' at the shoreline.

"JB, he's not worth it!" At the sound of Kiara's voice, they take off running across the sand and shove their way to the front of the crowd just in time to see Topper Thornton in all his frat boy glory get absolutely slammed with a hard punch to the jaw, courtesy of John B. The kook barely hits the ground before he's back on his feet and lunging forward to tackle him into the water, landing a hit of his own square in the eye.

"What the hell happened?" Sailor grabs Kiara's elbow and the dark haired girl looks at her with wide eyes as the boys continue to roll around, exchanging brutal blows while a stunned Pope watches from her other side.

"I don't even know, they just started wailing on each other!"

JJ stands silent to Sailor's right, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists as he stares at the brawl and she reaches over to wrap her fingers around his wrist, thumb calmly running circles on his skin.

"Top, seriously! Stop it!" Sarah Cameron stands in the sand just before the crashing waves, yelling furiously at her boyfriend and throwing her arms in the air when he ignores her. "What is wrong with you?"

The moment Topper lands three punches in a row on John B's battered face, Sailor decides she's seen enough. She rushes forward without thinking to grab the blond boy's arm, pulling as hard as she can in an attempt to get him off her friend and barely has time to register what's happening when the fist he was aiming at John B suddenly swings at her. It connects solidly with her left cheek and makes her stumble back, her hand flying to her throbbing face before she goes down hard onto her butt in the surf.

"What the fuck, Thornton?"

"Did you just punch a girl?"

"Ohhhh shit!"

A cacophony of voices yells from the shore as the kook boy stares down at her, momentarily stunned when he realizes who exactly he hit, and it gives John B an opening to wrestle him back into the water and land a solid punch right to his nose. Everything happens so fast after that that the redhead, still reeling in a wide-eyed daze, has a little trouble keeping up. First, Kiara and Pope splash through the waves to her side, kneeling down to help her to her feet with their arms around her waist. Second, Topper gains the upper hand and straight up tries to drown John B, holding his head under the water while Sarah screams at him to stop. And third, JJ -reckless, bold, protective JJ- pulls out that damn stolen gun, effectively bringing the whole mess to a grinding halt when he stalks forward and presses the barrel to the side of Topper's head.

"Your move, broski." He threatens and the beach is so quiet everyone can hear the click of the safety being switched off. The kook slowly raises his hands in the air and John B emerges from the water, stumbling forward onto his hands and knees with a horrible wet cough.

It's all too much for Sailor's poor tipsy self to take. The world spins beneath her feet as her head starts to pound and her shaking fingers fail to find purchase on Kiara's and Pope's shoulders.

"Guys, I don't feel so good," She manages to whisper and their looks of concern (the former) and panic (the latter) are the last thing she sees before her legs give out and everything goes black.

The first thing she registers is the pain that radiates from the left side of her face, her whole head throbbing with every beat of her heart and the sound of loud whispering right by her ear isn't helping at all.

"That's the best you can do, J? Seriously?"

"The power's out! I can't exactly pull ice out of my ass, Kie."

Something semi-cold gently rests against her cheek and she audibly sighs at the little bit of relief she feels, her hand sluggishly rising to hold it a little closer as she mumbles, "I wouldn't want your ass ice anyway." At least she tries to: her mouth feels like it's full of cotton and she's pretty sure the only thing that comes out is unintelligible gibberish.

Sailor opens her eyes and finds herself lying on her back on the sleeper sofa at the Chateau, a passed out John B to her right. Pope sits on the edge of the mattress by his side, holding a beer bottle to his friend's black eye and he sends her a relieved smile when he notices she's awake.

"There she is," JJ says from her other side and she turns to face him, not at all surprised to find him already looking at her, and the unabashed concern in his eyes sends a golden warmth through her whole body. Her fingers slip down the hand that's still holding the bottle to her cheek so she can run her thumb over the delicate bones in his wrist in a silent thank you.

A different, softer hand rests on her knee and she tears her gaze away from his face to smile at Kiara as she says, "Good to see you're okay, Sail."

The redhead sinks back into the pillow in embarrassment and covers her eyes with her free hand. God, she really passed out, didn't she? She passed out after taking one lousy punch to the face by a fucking kook, no less. How completely mortifying. She swallows thickly and sounds like a chain smoker when she says, "I'm so sorry, guys. I'm a total idiot."

The other three conscious pogues start protesting all at once -apparently there's many, many, different ways to say she's not an idiot- and the resulting volume of their combined voices is enough to make her headache even worse. She sits up and scoots back until she's propped against the couch and sets the now warm beer on the side table before massaging both of her temples.

"Will you please shut up, I can feel my brain beating in my skull."

For a second, there's wonderful, blissful silence and then:

"Holy shit, thank you," A groggy voice says to her right and she turns to watch a bleary-eyed John B claw his way back to consciousness. "You guys are fucking loud."

"He lives!" JJ shouts, ignoring the four glares sent his way and reaching over to clap his hand against the brunet boy's shoulder. "Welcome back, dude."

"Ugh," He suddenly rolls onto his stomach -Pope deftly catching the bottle when it nearly falls from the bed- and his muffled voice floats out from the pillow he shoves his head under like an ostrich in the sand. "Knock me back out."

"Aww, poor baby." Sailor gives his back a sympathetic pat and chuckles softly when he blindly feels around for her arm, pushing it away with another deep groan and a 'fuck off, Sail' that lacks any type of venom.

"Okay, now that you're both kind of conscious, let's agree that neither of you will ever fucking do that again. Got it?" Kiara addresses John B and Sailor as she stands from the bed and crosses her arms, fixing the latter with a piercing look that makes her feel like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar; she opens her mouth to defend herself but before she can say anything, Kiara turns her furious gaze to JJ and points an accusing finger at his face. "And you! What the hell were you thinking pulling that damn gun out, huh?"

"Jesus Christ, Kie!" He suddenly rockets to his feet and throws his hands in the air. "Sail got socked in the face and JB was getting fucking drowned, I wasn't really thinking much at all!”

The dark haired girl can't seemed to think of a response to that and looks away, staring at the floor with her jaw clenched as Pope, ever the mediator, rises to his feet, too, and rounds the bed to step between them placatingly.

"Let's just drop it for tonight, okay? They need to rest." He says, nodding toward the two still on the bed before wrapping his hand around Kiara's elbow and turning her toward the front door. She immediately pulls her arm from his grasp but still nods in agreement, the hard look in her eyes softening when she glances at her injured friends.

"Yeah, okay." She says and glances down at her watch, wincing when she catches sight of the time. "My parents'll kill me if I'm not home soon, anyway."

"Come on, I'll take you guys home." JJ says with a conciliatory look in her direction as Pope tosses him the Volkswagen's keys from his pocket and when she nods back, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, Sailor knows that all is forgiven, at least for now.

"Are you sure you're good to drive?" She asks and immediately rolls her eyes at his sarcastic reply of "Yes, Mom," and the obnoxious wink he shoots her.

The trio leaves after a quick round of goodbyes and John B waits until he hears the sound of his van driving away before finally emerging from under the pillow and rolling onto his back.

"Sensing the immediate danger has passed, the ostrich cautiously pulls its head out from the sand..." She says in her best David Attenborough impression, laughing when he tosses the pillow at her head with an amused grin.

"Ha ha. I was trying to avoid getting a Kie lecture," He explains, running both hands down his face with a heavy sigh. "It feels like my head's gonna explode."

"You and me both, dude." She carefully probes at her swollen cheek and is more than a little surprised to feel the beginnings of a scab forming near her eye. She knew Topper landed a solid punch but she didn't realize how solid that hit was until now as she catches sight of the tiny bit of drying blood left behind on her fingertips.

"That looks like it hurts. You okay?" John B asks and she looks up from wiping her hand clean on her shorts, stiff from dried saltwater, with a wrinkle of her freckled nose.

"I'm alright. How about you? No offense but your eye looks like shit."

"I'll live." He answers with a shrug as he pulls himself upright on the mattress and leans his head against the back of the couch. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

He sluggishly turns his head to look Sailor in the eye and shrugs again. "For trying to help me out. Sorry I got you punched."

She smirks and reaches over to give his hand a brief, friendly squeeze as she replies, "It's not your fault I got myself punched. I'm sorry your ass almost drowned."

He snorts at that and she's relieved to hear it, knowing that he can still joke around and he's not, like, completely traumatized or something. Poor guy's already got enough to deal with without adding a mental breakdown to the list. She swings her legs over the edge of the mattress and slowly stands before taking a tentative step forward; when her knees hold and she doesn't fall flat on her face, she makes her way to his side and holds both hands out to him with a small, lighthearted smile.

"Yeah, you're delirious. Near death experiences do that to you." She says, helping him to his feet and, after looping his arm over her shoulders and sliding hers around his waist, the two teenagers carefully shuffle down the hall in the dim light of the emergency lantern on the kitchen table to his room, where she unceremoniously dumps him onto his bed. "Sleep it off. And for the love of God, please change. You smell terrible."

She goes to leave as he laughs again, tugging his shirt off and tossing it into the growing pile of clothes near the closet before saying, "Hey, Sailor?"

The redhead pauses with one foot in the hall and leans against the doorframe. "Yeah?"

"You know you're a badass, right?"

She laughs and sends him a wink but her heart is oh so light as she turns and heads to the spare room, calling back over her shoulder, "Nice to see someone acknowledge it. Now go to bed!"

The sound of the Chateau's front door opening and closing startles Sailor awake and she blinks heavily, wondering when exactly she'd fallen asleep. Last thing she remembers she was staring out at the fireflies through the open window as she steadily ran her hand down the length of Binx's back and their ethereal glow, combined with the breeze dancing around her shoulders, must've pulled her right under. Down the hall, she hears a loud thump, followed by JJ cursing as he runs into something and she giggles to herself, rolling onto her side to face the hall. He appears in the darkened doorway a minute later, rubbing his knee with a scowl on his face and she laughs louder at his quiet, venomous hiss of "fuck that fucking chair."

"Rude. It's not the chair's fault you always run into it." She teases and he shoots her a flat, unamused look before turning to glance down the hall toward John B's room, his fingers holding tight to the door frame.

"He's okay, you know. Told him to get some sleep." His head swings to face her when she speaks with soft words and even in the dark, she can see the way his tense shoulders slowly relax and his hand loosens, falling back to his side as he nods, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"And you?" He asks, his eyes never wavering from hers as he kicks his boots off and pulls his shirt over his head; the sight of his messy hair and the muscles in his arms make it a little hard for Sailor to breathe, the gentle wind she once thought of as cool now doing nothing to help calm her flushed skin when she scoots over in bed to give him room to lie down next to her. Binx looks as disgruntled as a cat can look as he loses his comfy spot and jumps down from the bed, only to immediately leap onto the windowsill and stretch out.

"What about me?"

JJ rolls over to face her, reaching one hand up to cup her injured face and runs his calloused thumb under the cut on her cheekbone. "Are you okay?"

Nodding, she shifts closer and lays her head on his outstretched arm, covering his hand with her own and effortlessly fitting her fingers into the spaces between his. "I'm fine. Even better, now."

He leans forward to rest his forehead against hers. "Good, 'cause I don't know what I'd do if you weren't."

When those pesky butterflies come raging back with a vengeance, she realizes she's fighting a battle she hopes to lose.

The sound of a conversation in the kitchen, low voices drifting through the closed door of the guest room wakes Sailor early the next morning. Sunlight filters in through the windows and she squeezes one eye shut against the painful brightness, the other still squished into JJ's shoulder. His arm is a welcome weight slung over her hip and his deep, even breaths are soft against her forehead as he sleeps on, dead to the voices down the hall. With the corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile, she smooths his fine blond hair away from his face and runs her fingers along his jawline before carefully sliding out from under his arm and quietly heading toward the kitchen.

Pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, she rounds the corner and stops short when she catches sight of the person standing by the table, her cheerful 'good morning' getting stuck on her tongue; she was expecting Pope and Kiara, not the goddamn sheriff! Shooting John B a wide-eyed look that makes him shake his head (what the fuck did that even mean?!), the redhead forces a smile and hastily offers her a wave.

"Uh, good morning, Sheriff. Sorry to interrupt, just, uh, grabbing some water."

She just nods in acknowledgement before turning her attention back to the brunet boy and Sailor breathes an inaudible sigh of relief. Holy shit, is that woman scary. She heads to the sink and keeps one ear on the conversation as she quickly fills a glass with water and pops two aspirin, the headache from last night made even worse by the addition of a whiskey hangover.

"I didn't realize you had company, John B. Wild night?" The sheriff asks and Sailor meets her friend's eyes again, her anxiety rising when she sees his thinly veiled panic. Her back to Peterkin, she silently implores him to say something, anything -hell, she even tries to subtly mime surfing with her hands to help him out- but he stays silent, so she gathers her courage, plasters a smile on her face, and twirls to face her.

"Busy day, actually. We went surfing all day after cleaning up the yard." She says, jerking her thumb toward the heap of broken branches piled by the fire pit visible through the living room window; when the sheriff turns to look, she quickly elbows John B in the side, ignoring his huff of surprise as she nods her head in her direction.

"Yeah, surfing! All day." He blurts out, sending Sailor a lukewarm glare when she quickly mouths 'what the fuck was that?' before they both straighten up and spin back to the older woman just as she turns to face them again.

"Right." Peterkin hums and arches one eyebrow as she glances back and forth between the two teenagers. "Now tell me, how'd you both get those bruises? They look pretty painful."

"Oh, this?" Sailor asks, pointing at her cheek with a casual shrug, "I tried to hang ten and bit it pretty hard. My board caught me right in the face."

Peterkin looks at her for a beat longer than normal and the redhead does her best to keep her expression neutral as her palms start to sweat. "Surfing, really? Thought you were pretty experienced in that department."

John B adds, offering some much needed back up, "Even the pros wipe out every once in awhile, you know?" He crosses his arms and leans back against the counter. "My board got me good, too."

"Yeah, it just was not our day," She says with a nervous chuckle, refilling her water and slowly starting to back out of the kitchen, pretending she doesn't see the dismayed look her friend sends her way; her anxiety can't take another second of the sheriff's piercing gaze and she needs to get away fast, lest she start recounting every single second of their activities both legal and not so legal- from yesterday in explicit detail. "And I'm still pretty tired so I'm just gonna go back to bed for a bit. Nice talking to you, Sheriff."

After disappearing around the corner before either of them can reply, she creeps down the hallway, keeping her footfalls as light as she can, and she's so focused on trying to listen in on what Peterkin's saying that she runs smack into JJ, standing in the doorway of the spare room. His arm instantly darts out to wrap around her waist and pull her close, keeping her from falling right on her butt as he says, "There you are-"

"Shhh!" Sailor hisses quietly, covering his mouth with her hand, "The damn sheriff is here!"

He mumbles something into her palm but she she holds a finger to her lips, pushing him back into the room and softly closing the door behind them before pressing her ear against it and dropping her hand from his face. He mirrors her position with a question clear as day in his wide eyes, 'what the fuck?', arm still looped around her lower back.

"She's grilling him about yesterday," She says simply, then turns her attention back to the faint voices floating through the door. The duo listens in silence, trying and failing to discern what's being said until they hear the sound of the sheriff's boots on the front porch and her squad car tires crunching through the gravel as she drives away and they exchange a worried look. JJ had it right: what the fuck, indeed.

"Holy shit, guys," John B's voice suddenly says from the hallway. The door opens before they have time to back away and it sends them sprawling to the floor in a twisted pile of limbs; the brunet boy -who'd usually find something like that hilarious- barely reacts to their position and sends them both a tense frown, his next words dropping like a damn anchor in the marsh.

"We need to go check out that Grady-White again, and fast."

Sailor groans and lets her head fall back onto the floor with a thunk. "Here we go."

let me know what you think! fun fact: ostriches actually do put their heads in the sand, but it's not because they sense danger. female ostriches bury their eggs to keep them safe from predators and they'll occasionally stick their head into the sand to check on them and give 'em a lil turn 😊

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flcshbangin · 4 years ago

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@warpulse | i like writing five times kissed things so i thought i’d start with that

i.)

usually, the most gorgeous and stunning things in life are also the most dangerous. there’s beauty to be behold in a storm, sweeping over the lands to leave destruction in it’s path. there’s beauty to be behold in the eyes of a fierce animal, just getting ready for the killing blow. there’s beauty to be behold in fire licking up and devouring whatever it reaches.

comparing someone such as jack morrison to these things might seem a little out of place, maybe. especially when it’s the golden strike team all together – amari fits the description of an slender animal just waiting for the right time to rip someone’s throat out better; reyes is fire that burns all that it touches – but jack? jack is calm in the way a storm is. the softness right before it, but you can already see the force of nature coming up.

it’s one thing that makes people underestimate him, maybe. the un for sure – jesse has never been one for politics much, not in that high up and holier-than-thou attitude these people would play, but he can read between lines, and it’s clear they thought that this was their best shot to have someone they could rope into their biding, and they couldn’t have been more wrong. he knows this already three weeks into being on base, and after a total of seeing the man in person four times; combining to less than ten minutes overall. he also knows that, no matter what reyes says, if jack hadn’t liked him in some way, then there wouldn’t have been any deal. sure, his new commanding officer would say different, but it shows in subtle ways, and all the same unmistakable.

(don’t. don’t make things harder on yourself by pretending there is something when there’s not. you’re imagining, and that’s only going to complicate things.)

passing by the office, the door a rare sight by being ajar, he grins at the strike commander and blows a kiss in his direction – something not entirely atypical, but maybe still uncalled for given how unsteady his own position here is at this point still. figures the man won’t notice anyway; if he’s another thing, it’s constantly wrapped up in work.

so the brief smile? not directed at him.

ii.)

he has seen him in action, alright. not often – blackwatch doesn’t often run operations with overwatch, but they sometimes lend one or two their agents to them. not the other way around, too risky. still, even then, the strike commander himself is obviously rarely with them on the field.

it takes no genius to know that he would rather be there than talk to the politicians who want to talk over everything a hundred and a thousand times, even more so when critical thinking and fast acting are of utmost importance. they don’t care about the individual lives on the line; as long as the numbers say under a certain threshold, they don’t care.

a more idealistic person than jesse might have condemned them, but he knows enough to understand that the greater good has to outweigh the smaller one; even if he doesn’t like it. he’s an optimist and a romantic, but he’s also a killer. a weapon to reyes and blackwatch as much as the gun in his own hand, and just because he occasionally works for overwatch instead doesn’t make it a hammer instead. destroy, not build.

(he wished differently.)

still, the very rare time one could witness jack? it was truly a sight to behold. a whole different man than the one behind the desk. fierce and efficient and breathtaking; a stunning spectacle. it makes it difficult to concentrate on anything else, really.

a storm made man.

on the transport back, the glow has somewhat faded, but it doesn’t make him less dangerous, or less admirable. exhausted, but in good spirits. they didn’t loose anyone today. the smirk he wears while mentioning that he’ll be watched with hawk’s eyes again so he doesn’t sneak off to fight himself again makes him look ten years younger, and jesse yearns, and the only way he knows to express this is with smart remarks and flirtations that could count as jokes, even though they very much aren’t. nervousness makes them more frequent with each smile and even laugh, and he wonders, briefly, if he died out there after all and this is both heaven and hell at once.

(you wouldn’t go to heaven, don’t fool yourself.)

he all but flees as soon as they arrive back home, and takes the longest cold shower of his life, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still seeing him in front of his inner eye; transfixed on his lips, and he wonders, not for the first time, he’d imagine what it’d be like to kiss him.

by the time he falls asleep, later, he needs another shower.

iii.)

it comes expected, and not at all.

when they actually do come together, it’s a whirl of it’s own, but at the very same time, it happens slowly, deliberately. there’s method to the destruction that happens within his heart, and he wonders, not for the first time, if this is reality or if he’s dying and his brain produces just what it had summoned countless times before, but adds new details here and there.

(ground yourself.)

(five things you see.)

the intense blueness of jack’s eyes, burning into his. his hair, disheveled. his very own hand, on the other’s hip. the very much closed door. that smirk that seems both sappy and absolutely shit eating.

(four things you feel.)

the shirt under his hand, stretching over defined muscle. the warmth of another body far too close and impossibly far. fingers in his hair, over the back of his neck, not pulling or pushing, but just… there. nice. lips on his, hot and pulsing and real.

(three things you hear.)

the rushing of his own blood in his ears. rustling of clothes against each other. shared breath, a bit heavy from a lack of oxygen.

(two things you can smell.)

a mixture of ink, cologne and gunpowder, just beneath it. the lingering smell of forgotten coffee.

(one thing you can taste.)

him. all over – deep and rich and unlike anyone else jesse has kissed before in his life – which doesn’t include a lot of people, but it’s still different, and in such a good way. a taste he could and might drown in, that absolutely fills his lungs.

real.

he almost laughs, but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, and presses in again.

iv.)

it’s late. the clock ticks away with its arms far closer to morning already than they are to the previous evening, but that’s nothing new. they both don’t sleep a lot, for many of the same and many different reasons. besides, they usually do this late, when there’s nobody to ask questions. it’s not that they hide because they want to, but there’s questions that doesn’t need to be asked. it’s easier in the overall picture. it’s better in case someone decides to poke around and make shit up that isn’t there. it’s easy to read into it with their vastly differing positions, but there’s nothing to it there. and neither wants anyone to put their nose into things that don’t belong to them.

it’s not that he doesn’t wonder, occasionally. what it would be like; being just about anyone where nobody cares who you want to spend your life with. actually, having a life to spend with someone, not just evenings between exhaustion and wars, be they real or on paper.

no question: he loves this man. he would go through hell for him. might even already do it, even if jack is unaware of some of the things he does to keep him safe. surely, the other way around too. maybe even more so. they don’t talk about it much; bad enough to weight it on one’s conscious, no need to share those burdens in detail. they do without words.

it might, at some point, prove to be a problem, but for now? for now it’s easy to drown out the voices and the whispers and the doubts with a gentle kiss, and soft touches, and the affirmation that feelings are shared, and returned.

(when has love alone ever been enough?)

v.)

the world is going to hell.

less literal than the last time. maybe not even the entire world. no, definitely not the entire world – just his entire world. just the part that matters most to him.

they try talking, but it never works out. they don’t listen to each other. they never learned how to. maybe if they did from the start – no secrets kept, no parts of themselves still hidden underneath layers laid bare already, then maybe this could be saved. but the path they move on only holds doom.

in his mind, he begs. come with me. leave this all behind. we can start new, somewhere else where nobody knows who we are.

nonsense, of course, there’s nowhere they would be able to escape to. and even if: there’s no way he would come.

there are two options: he stays, with him. on a path that’s self destructive at best, caught between two opposing forces, and he will get crushed in between. in a way, fitting – he decided to move into the storm, nest in its heart, so it’s only fair if it tears out his very own. poetic, if you will. and maybe have a moment of peace before the end.

the other part – he leaves. breaks both their hearts for sure, but with some luck, it breaks the habit just enough for the man he loves to readjust his look at the world, and see what’s wrong. jesse can’t tell, he never could tell right from wrong, but jack did, once upon a time, and maybe he could again.

(that’s the lie that sets in his heart. truth is: he’s a coward, and he cannot stand watching the love of his life destroy himself even further. that’s what really breaks him here.)

seeing him less and less, he wonders if his absence would even be noticed. if he is, by now, anything but another voice to argue against, and a weight in the bed that’s barely shared anymore.

when he kisses jack now, it’s not warmth of liquid sunshine anymore, or the rich bitterness of his coffee. he tastes of ash, and a harsh winter. jesse’s heart bleeds, but he cannot watch them both rot away to nothingness. he can’t.

he leaves, in the first rays of the day, but he leaves his heart in their bed. it had been there for far longer than he had been.

addendum.)

he hadn’t been at the funeral. too risky, even if he hated himself for it.

when he finally visits, it’s quiet. no wind at all. maybe that’s fitting. maybe. he doesn’t know anymore. he doesn’t know a lot of things these days.

he spends longer than he should. no words leave his lips – he does talk, just not out loud. if the words left his mouth without reply, he might as well just open up the earth and join the man he loved, and whom he left behind without any regard of how he might feel about it.

he wishes he could apologize.

he wishes, he wishes but oh – the wind is gone, and all that remains is an eerie silence, ringing in his ears, scorching the hollow hole inside his chest where once a heart rested. quiet.

#warpulse #long post #hey i love you do you love me

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lunapaper · 4 years ago

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Album Review: ‘Chip Chrome & The Mono-Tones’ - The Neighbourhood

So what do you do when sweaters suddenly go out of fashion and your Tumblr girl fans outgrow you? You slap on some silver paint, don some spandex and become a glorified Ziggy Stardust tribute act, of course...

It’s always pretty hit or miss when a band attempts a ‘concept album,’ and The Neighbourhood’s Chip Chrome & the Mono-Tones is no exception, the US band learning absolutely nothing from their self-titled 2018 record.

Apocalyptic love song ‘Pretty Boy’ is flat and dreary, and immediately kills the album’s momentum. ‘Cherry Flavoured’ also lacks fizz, filled with some of the worst lo-fi emo cliches this side of Soundcloud, of which lead singer Jesse Rutherford fails to see the irony (‘I gotta take control now/But I sold my soul a long time ago/I feel like a ghost now’). The Motown-lite ‘Lost In Translation’ is ripped straight out of the Maroon 5 playbook. And my God, the vocal mix on this track is terrible.

Somewhere around the second interlude, I actually groaned, then did so again during the final track, ‘Middle of Somewhere.’ The only song that’s somewhat decent is the bass-driven psychedelia of ‘Devil’s Advocate’ (though it could do without the whirring space synths and screeches, we get it...)

Chip Chrome & the Mono-Tones commits the biggest mistakes most concept albums make: It’s incoherent, underdeveloped and largely forgettable.

Hell, you can barely even call it a concept album. After the glitchy intro track, the space motif is immediately forgotten, while the album’s other big theme - Rutherford’s obsession with social media, a subject which already feels so dated and uninspired – is practically non-existent. Most of the songs are either sappy ballads dedicated to his girlfriend, model Devon Lee Carson, or soulless, self-pitying odes to hedonism and excess.

And boy, could monotone be a more accurate description? Despite feeling so passionate about the concept behind this record, Rutherford – never the strongest vocalist - just sounds so bored. The Chip Chrome aesthetic is nothing more than a thinly-veiled attempt by the frontman to make his already weak lyricism seem more profound than it actually is.

Then there’s the same old Neighbourhood tropes: the foggy, quasi-trap beats, the sad boi self-indulgence, the goddamn song titles that not even die-hard fans who abandoned Tumblr once they rid the site of porn will use on TikTok or Instagram. Chip Chrome & the Mono-Tones is so fucking lazy, that Rutherford had the sheer hubris to try and rip off one of Bowie’s most iconic characters… and he couldn’t even do that right.

You know who did do the space aesthetic right and created their own original character to match? Janelle Monaé. Go listen to the Metropolis Suite series instead, you’ll thank me later...

- Bianca B.

#music #the neighbourhood #chip chrome and the mono-tones #new #reviews #albums #Bianca B

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existentialburden · 5 years ago

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1 through 10?

1: what do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

I’m “officially” out as an aro trans dude but I’ve been toying with other labels- when it comes down to it I don’t much give a shit anymore as long as I’m not seen as female. I go by any pronouns but some days certain ones are better than others and I don’t like using she/her at all- xe/xim’s a personal favorite of mine that makes me feel comfortable.

2: how did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?

dated a girl I was pals with for a while and then quickly discovered that romance was NOT for me. it’s. hard to explain. just feel uncomfy the moment actions turn romantic.

3: have you experienced being misgendered? what happened and how did you overcome it?

oh yeah. all the time. I just correct with he/him cause it makes it easier for other people to swallow. if it’s an interaction with someone working I don’t bother to correct because it’s not gonna be an ongoing problem. now what gender people think I am depends entirely on whether or not I’m wearing a coat tbh.

4: who was the first person you told, how did they react?

the first time I came out it was to @wolfa542. first time I came out as trans was to my then-gf, I think? think I came out as aro to @rowan-at first. kinda hard to remember sometimes but either way most of the time it was to one person and then more in quick succession.

5: describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?

nervous as fuck each time. was scared that I was gonna get called a faker or told that I was just doing it to be trendy. tru$cum rhetoric really got to me back then even though I have dys. there was the same amount of nervousness for people I knew were lgbtq+, people who I knew weren’t, and people who I wasn’t sure of. scary.

6: if you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?

friends reacted mostly positively- cut ties with one because of uhhhh transphobia but every other pal was super chill about it. my dad was cool every time I came out but my mom had some Issues with me coming out as trans- she gets it now, but it was... rocky.

7: what is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

“why do you THINK you’re aro?” bro I am aro. get off my fuckin back. more generally, “why do aros wanna be oppressed so badly?” and “why do aros always go ‘what about us’“ like bud..... yikes........

8: describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.

dark and bright colors, t-shirts, skirts or sweatpants, the occasional shitty button-up. casual babey!

9: who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?

hmmm. I’m not much of a fandom shipper but I have some for C9 (and Nobel 808 ;) ) because ofc I do so

Aila and Lyla are p cute ngl. Hope and Lyla are ALSO ADORABLE and actually canon. Juli and Cece own my entire heart, absolute snarkfest. Cece and Enny is a guilty pleasure ship. do Enny and Nuad count bcause they ain’t straight? yes. top-tier ship. Enny and Jess are also guilty pleasure ship tbh just because like. overworked gals who don’t know how to relax. Ulfort and Fern and Rita are adorable too aaaaa. also! Theo and Bark and Jack & Fate and Bark and Jack are so good. rip to Omid but they’re sappy. also super fond of June and Orca because it’s wild af.

10: what does makeup mean to you? do you wear any?

it’s just another way to accessorize for me! I don’t wear any regularly but I’m really fond of eyeliner, and eyeshadow’s always been fun for me. I want to do more with it for character cosplay!

#ask #egby says shit #AAAA TY ANON!#yeah I have very few fandom ships for obvious reasons but hand me ocs and I will hand them back to you gay

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avengerscompound · 6 years ago

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Something Familiar

Something Familiar: A Jessica Jones Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Jessica Jones x F!Reader

Word Count: 1640

Warnings: PTSD, Smut (F|F, oral sex, vaginal fingering, strap on use)

Synopsis: When Jessica shows up out of the blue after disappearing for over six months she seeks comfort in something she knows.

A/N: Set just before season 1 of Jessica Jones

Something Familiar

Jessica Jones wasn’t really great at the whole ‘friends’ thing. Yet somehow she still managed to gather them around her like a protective blanket. Even as abrasive as she was people stuck to her like glue. No matter how hard she tried to shake them away. Because for some reason, the world was better when she was in it, then when she wasn’t.

Each friend in Jessica’s life served a purpose. She had the one that was her family. The one that she could drink with. The one she could tease mercilessly. And so on and so on. She pushed them all and tried to keep them apart but they all served their purpose.

You were the one she went to when she just needed someone to connect to so she could forget that she wasn’t normal. She had always shown up semi-regularly. Not regularly enough that you could predict it but enough that it was never a surprise. So when she stopped completely, you worried. It wasn’t the first time she’d dropped off the face of the world. You told yourself maybe, just maybe, Jessica Jones had found someone. That she’d stopped pushing everyone away.

It’s over six months before you see her again. It’s late and you had come home from the bar late and slightly disheveled. You are just unlocking the door when she appears behind you, her arms encircling your waist and her hands sliding up your chest as she buries her face in your neck.

“Jess?” You say, turning in her arms. She shoves the door open and pushes you inside, forcing you up against a wall and kicking the door closed behind you. “Where have you been?”

“Don’t want to think about it.” She almost growls at you. “We good?”

The question means two things. If her disappearance has made you hate her. She always worries about that. She pretends like she doesn’t care, that you hating her might be beneficial to both of you. The other is to check you want this. Her. That you haven’t started seeing someone. That you still get what you need to from the relationship you have with her.

“We’re good.” You answer.

Her hands go to your thighs and she picks you up slamming you into the wall. You let out an unintentionally ‘oof’ sound and cling to her as she goes right for the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard enough to mark your skin.

“Jess,” You gasp as you pull at her hair. “What’s happened? What’s the matter?”

“Enough talk.” She growls and her mouth is on hers, her tongue flicking over your lips. You bring yours to meet it and circle them together as she carries you to your room. She tosses you on the bed and after ripping the black tank top she’s wearing off over her head she goes right for your jeans. She unfastens them so fast the teeth on the zipper warp and break away. She grabs the waistband of your pants and drags them down. You pull your shirt up over your head and watch her as she removes the last of her clothes.

She stalks up the bed to you. “I kept thinking about you, you know. Sometimes it was all I had.” She says, her eyes locked on yours.

You run your hands up her sides and tangle your hands in her hair. “Where were you?” She shakes her head and rolls you both over, you smirk down at her. “Oh, you get to go first?”

“Seems only fair.” She replies. “Now get to work.”

You kiss your way down her body. There are faded bruises on her pale skin and you ghost your fingers over them.

“Hurry up, would you?” She says. You chuckle and move lower, reaching her pussy you place a large open-mouthed kiss over it. The tart and salty flavor of her arousal coats your tongue and you swirl it around licking up everything you can. Jessica moans and arches up, pushing up into your mouth. You push your tongue into her cunt, tasting directly from the source before running it up to her clit and begin flicking out tight little patterns on it. You push a finger inside her and start seeking out her g-spot.

“More.” She says. It’s half-moan/half-growl. You smile and suck her clit into your mouth, pushing another finger inside of her and spreading them a little. She groans and her hips buck up under you. “Another.”

You add a third finger and she makes a deep animalistic groan. You push them as deep into her ask you can and curl them. The pads of your fingers touch on the spongy area that tells you, you’ve hit her g-spot. She groans and her heels dig into your back. “That’s it. Harder.”

You focus on that sweet spot. Pushing hard and dragging your fingers over it. You press your lips on her clit and run your tongue in deep deliberate strokes over it. Jessica loses control. She writhes under you. Her hips jerk up and she pulls your hair. “Oh yes. Yes. Fuck. Good girl.” She chants.

All her muscles suddenly clench and her heels dig into your back so hard you think you’re going to end up with two perfectly round bruises on your shoulder blades. She comes gushing onto you, making a sound that is so primal and loud it almost doesn’t sound human. You drink up what you can as you stroke her through it. Before she sits up and guides you up to her. “Nice one. You haven’t lost it.” She says as she brings your lips to hers. Her tongue runs over your top lips and teases into your mouth. She pushes you over onto your back again and her fingers tease down your folds.

“Where is it?” She asks, jumping up off the bed. You point to the closet. “Nice. Well, entertain yourself for a bit.”

You chuckle and start fingering yourself as she disappears into your closet. While she’s gone you bring yourself to the edge and keep yourself hovering there. Panting and whimpering. “Jess. I’ve missed you.” You call out.

“Yeah, yeah. No need to be sappy now.” She calls back. She steps back into the room as she tightens the straps on the black strapon she’s wearing. Your eyes move up and down her body. She’s tall and slight. Her thin frame hiding her incredible power. Her nipples are hard and the pink stands out in hard contrast to her pale skin. There are more bruises on her that you didn’t notice. They’re around her breasts and the insides of her legs mostly but scattered elsewhere. You know she likes sex rough so it could just be that, but your worried it’s more. You open your mouth to ask, but then realize whatever has happened she won’t tell you. You furrow your brow as you look up at her. “What’s wrong, sad sack? You don’t want me to fuck the shit out of you?”

“No. I do.” You answer.

She smirks at you and walks over slowly, coating the dildo with lube. “Well, alright then. Shall we?”

You nod and she pounces on you and flips you over like you weigh nothing. One arm wraps around your chest and she holds your throat. The other she uses to guide the dildo into you. You groan your body clenching up. “That’s it, you like that?”

“Mm… yes, Jessica.” You hum. She gets up on her knees and grabs your hair, pulling your head back. She starts to fuck you. Her fingers dig into your hip as he holds you in place. You can’t keep quiet, you moan, and whimper. Your legs tremble and you fall forward into your pillow. You come and bite into the pillow moaning loudly. Jessica’s hand strokes down your spine. “I think we have one more in there. What do you think?”

You nod and she picks up her pace. You brace your hands on the headboard and her hand wraps around your waist. She starts fingering your clit in tight circles as she pounds into you. You cry out into the pillow and a second orgasm hits. It shudders through you and you collapse down into the bed. Jessica runs her tongue up your spine before pulling the dildo from inside of you.

“You always make the best sounds.” She says and gets up.

You roll over and watch as she wiggles out of the harness. “I missed you, Jess.” You say again as you watch her move around your room cleaning up.

“I know. I would have come if I could. Trust me.” She says and disappears into your bathroom.

When she reappears again she starts collecting up her clothes and getting redressed. “Will you stay?” You ask. You know the answer. It’s always no. She might meet you for coffee in the morning, but she doesn’t stay for a morning coffee. It’s just not Jessica.

She looks at you and for a moment her eyes are so sad you just want to hold her and cry the tears she’s smothered down over years for her. “Yeah. I think I will stay.” She says and climbs into the bed with you. She curls into you, making herself small and you pull the blankets up and wrap her in your arms.

“What happened, Jess? Where were you?” You ask again.

She shakes her head. “I can’t do that to you. It’s bad enough I know.”

You press your lips to her head and switch out the light. Jessica Jones is a lot of things. What she isn’t, as much as she wishes otherwise, is an island. She gathers people around her despite how hard she pushes. You just wish that she actually let you in.

// NEXT

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hollandroos · 6 years ago

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im so happy you're writing for koh!tom💞 okay okay, so i wanted to request something where the reader has been in a hell for a while now and she's grown close to tom but then he starts to interact more with a female demon and it makes her insecure because the demon is gorgeous. and her last straw would be at a ball he's hosting and she tried to dress up for him and he completely ignores her which upsets her loads and makes her more insecure. can it end in some fluff? ilysm and thank you!! 😍❤

This is 1.6k words long Im-

You felt really pretty that night.

And maybe somewhere deep down you’d dressed up for yourself– to make yourself feel good and pretty and nice and all those things. But as stupid as it sounded, you knew that you dressed for him, to make him focus all his attention on you.

You strutt into the palace ballroom with your plush, white wings full on display. They were the ones Tom claimed to love so much, the same ones he swore he could spend hours running course fingers through. They were the only white ones, purely because you were the only angel– a fallen one. You weren’t good enough to stay in heaven but not bad enough to wear the dark shade.

‘They’re the prettiest fucking wings in all of hell,’ He’d mutter. ‘Nothing can compare.’

It didn’t work.

You felt like a goddamn queen, a white rose in a field of red and the dress you wore showed off more then what would’ve been allowed in heaven. You knew you looked good, it didn’t take a genius but that nerve wracking feeling in the pit of your stomach was already full go.

But maybe it started when you had to step into the ballroom by yourself instead of with one of his arms around your waist, his black wings brushing softly against your exposed back. Or maybe it was when you took those first few steps into the ball room only to be met with the jet black eyes filled with nothing but anger and a hidden desire.

None of which were your boyfriends.

You still felt anxious towards demons that weren’t Tom. But not tonight. Tonight your eyes were dead set on Tom, growing with even more anticipation by the second.

Look at me, you wanted to shout, notice me, I dressed up for you.

He didn’t look up from his glass of red wine and you didn’t let your anticipation or need die. There was a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, growing with every smile that etched itself onto his lips and following every drop of crimson red that stained his lips.

You just wanted his attention back for one second, to feel an arm around you or lips against yours– and not in a rough, rushed way. You wanted to feel him love you. You wanted your fears to leave for a moment, for them to simply disperse.

Everyone seemed to be staring at you but Tom and the two girls he was standing with. Their gazes remain on him, boring holes into his crisp white shirt, the top two buttons already undone but you remembered that he left your bedroom like that. You did that, you popped them undone between heavy kisses and riskay hand placements.

One of the girls you recognised from the day before. She was utterly gorgeous and someone you found Tom had been seen around once or twice lately.

You snatch a glass of wine off of one of the trays, muttering a thank you beneath your breath as you go straight in for a heavy mouthful. The next thing you go for is your boyfriend standing staunchly in the very corner of the room, his black wings expanding over your head and brown curls slicked back.

“Tom?” Your voice sounded sickly sweet over the music, words dripping like honey and he responded roughly– words striking like venom but when did they not?

“Darling? Oh, you made it.” He smiles, stepping away for a brief second.

The girls send you a scowl. You don’t give them the attention they so desperately want.

One of his hands snake around your waist, his warm lips going to your temple and you smile, rosy red lips curling up. “I did, I actually got here a few minutes ago.”

“Really? I didn’t see you come down?” He remarks. You resist the urge to make a sarcastic comment just yet because he probably didn’t realise what he’d been doing– that for the last three days he’d made you feel unimportant, made you worry that you were losing his loving gaze and actually threatened by a demon.

“What do you think of my dress?” You force a smile and do a little twirl, the end curling around your heels.

“Looks good.” Then he turns back to the girls. “So, what was I saying…”

You drown out his voice.

‘Looks good’

You were used to him telling you that you looked stunning, show stopping, ravishing, perfect beyond words. Good was still a complaint but it was one that you weren’t sure meant a lot from him.

Suddenly you began worrying that the middle was tugging at your waist too much and the lace sleeves were ripped in one place or another and the end was too long– maybe too short and too much of your heels were exposed.

You had gone from feeling sexy to suffocated, graceful to anxious that this was all too much.

So you tear his arm away from you, forgetting about the fact that only moments ago you were craving his physical touch and spin around on your heels. If you hadn’t of had so much practice in them since leaving heaven then you would’ve fallen– most likely taking a waitress or two down with you and that really would’ve been the icing on the top of the cake.

Tom knew he messed up the second he said those two words but was too egoistic to admit he. He would have drowned you in love and meaningful words. You were spectacular, sweet, utterly sinful.

And if you were alone he would’ve kissed down your neck, lips leaving a trail down your shoulder. The king would have climbed onto his knees for you, choked on his own words to show you in other ways what he thought of you in that dress but he didn’t know what was wrong with him.

“Sweetheart–”

He watches you clamber away, clenched hands folded in front of you as you gently shove past a crowd of demons. None of them dares to stop you and Tom follows behind, somehow

“Y/N, C’mon.” He practically begs, yeah, begs.

“What do you want?” You snap, just wanting to climb into your shared bed in a t-shirt and sweats– only Tom wouldn’t be in it and you’d take comfort in petting the man’s hellhound. You wanted to get rid of the makeup and the fancy hair clips and jewelry–

“Why don’t you tell me what it is that you want?” He watches your face remain the same, your teeth remain clenched and eyes hardened. “You look gorgeous in that dress, you do yeah?” His hands run down your waist but you don’t make any mores to stop him– nor spur him on. “You look amazing in anything.”

You push your lips into an angry pout, crossing your arms across your chest. By now you were in one of the many halls surrounded by paintings instead of demons. “I just wanted to get your attention.”

Music pounded through the walls.

“You’ve definitely got it–”

“No, I didn’t until I stormed out of there looking like smoke was about to come out of my ears.” You meet his normal, coffee brown eyes and let your face soften slightly. But you weren’t about to let him off the hook. “You’ve barely given me any attention for days and I’m at the point where I feel like I need to fight for it because you’re always busy or paying attention to what’s her face in there… I feel like I have to dress up like this to get your attention and even then it clearly doesn’t work. You haven’t taken the time to kiss me like you actually love me or make love to me in a week or so–”

The back of your throat burned but you didn’t notice that, because all you could focus on was the fact that he was mere inches away from you and your back was pressed up against the wall and it was intimate and you were alone.

“My love, look at me.” Tom takes your chin in his hand gently, bringing his lips to yours the second you met his eyes. His lips were warm, lightly chapped but still gentle against your own. The wine he’d been drinking stained his lips. It was careful, loving, and you feel yourself go limp against him, body instantly moulding against his own. “You’re everything, you hear me? Everything and more. You’re on my mind every second of the day, your voice plays in my head when I’m alone

“C’mon, Tom, I know you’re the king of hell and you’re all high and mighty but I… I need you.” You feel your voice break as his fingers softly caress your cheek, then over your bottom lip.

“And I need you too.” His voice is hoarse and raspy. “I need you in times like this to snap me out of it when I’m being an absolute dick. It sounds sappy but I need you too.”

You bite your bottom lip, tasting the bitter remains of the alcohol. “You hate being sappy.”

He notices the laugh you’re trying to suppress and smiles. “But it’s you, you make me sappy and I– I love it. I’m still learning how to do this entire relationship and sometimes I mess up and that’s no excuse to hurt you so call me out on my bullshit all you want, knock me down and tell me to wake up. I’m bettering myself for you.”

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halcylu · 5 years ago

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what is the worst ooc interaction you’ve had? is there a rule/guideline you can’t stand? what is your favorite experience with shipping? what is your worst experience with shipping?

like a true clickbait hoe i’ll leave all the t under the cut !! [ send me ooc ask memes !! ]

what is the worst ooc interaction you’ve had? oooo f !! i’ve stayed clear of ooc drama ( i think ??? ) but i’ve had several interactions w ppl that has left me feeling … uncomfortable to say the least, one of them just a couple months ago actually oop ! it was a classic case of them shoving fcs and names in my face and taking control of my character which is such a turn off for me personally. that might just be me being easily weirded out, but if i want suggestions or help choosing i’ll always ask for it, other than that it just rubs me the wrong way for some reason. ANYWAY — they proposed doubling up which i agreed to, but it was sooo fucking obvious that my f character was just supposed to be background noise pretty much, which didn’t sit well with me at all. it’s totally cool to have favorite ships, ig that’s just natural ( i’m guilty of that myself ), but just blatantly ignoring one ship bc ur thirsty ??? nah sis. for someone who genuinely enjoys creating and developing and connecting with all my characters i honestly can’t relate to what seems like someone making up ocs for simply doubling up and to put all their time and energy into one of the ships without the feeling of guilt. i see through that bs and it’s just ….. big yikes.

is there a rule / guideline you can’t stand? not rly ?? i mean sometimes i’ll get annoyed by silly things like cancel culture regarding fcs when ppl just ban faces left and right bc god knows even the most righteous ppl in this community used to be problematic at some point. but at the same time that’s just personal preference and i can’t rly argue w that asdkl. simply put — if i don’t fuck w people’s rules / guidelines i just ,, don’t plot w them.

what is your favorite experience with shipping? SO MANY !!! i have such a great set of friends / writing partners and i luv all of them w whole my heart ok !!! not to get all sappy on main but @lcmongrass has rly created some of the characters and ships i truly hold closest to my heart, my absolute favorites being dex & chris, violet & jesse, finn & melanie, izzie & mason, paige & dylan and jack & chrissy * clutches heart intensely * !! also if i could mention some dynamics while im at it paige & olivia, felix & trevor and jack & olivia are the ones that make me laugh the most !! so a big shoutout to maren for making me fall so head over heels for every. single. one. of her characters ♡ @summerrobrts is rly also out here giving me the feels left and right huh !! we have so many plots and ships at this point and they’re all just giving me LIFE. we’re currently setting up our second ( 1!! ) mumu and i’m hella excited !! and i could never forget @dvisy for creating one of my absolute favorite ships and characters ever tbh. lacey & tucker just makes me feel some kind of way u kno ??? like their ( rare ) but soft moments makes my heart fucking jump out of my chest and the pure angst makes my heart hurt, but then there’s also those more snarky moments like lacey being a lil brat and tucker just being so fucking done w her that genuinely makes me laugh out loud asjks. i feel like i should probably shut up now but i can’t go on without mentioning the amazing @controlists bc as u know salem & joy and harlow & ezra owns my freakin ass !!!! playing tainted souls like salem is an actual Kink of mine and if i’m gonna be honest writing and exploring harlow as a character has been one of my favorite rp experiences so far though half the reason is probably how well you portray ezra like DAMN. creating the biggest mumu ever w @geminisrps ( seriously we need an award or smth bc that shit is COMPLEX ) and actually developing all sorts of pairings / dynamics and threads has been such a fun time, and @dumbinspo keeps breaking my poor heart with our amazing ships !! ♡

what is your worst experience with shipping? i honestly thought i didn’t have that many but now i’m trying to choose from a number of experiences lmao. i guess one worth mentioning is from my indie days ( rip ) when someone reached out saying they wanted to play one of my most wanted opposites against me, which naturally got me super excited, though i had to jot that down real quick as it was close to impossible to actually get some real plotting going. their character was just too above any plot or character if that makes any sense. and this isn’t me just reading into things, this person clearly stated their character was just simply too complicated and special for any type of relation ( which is also like yikes … i promise u they’re not ) UNLESS the plot would center mainly around their character while mine would basically just play a minor role helping the development of that character’s story asjks ew. i’m all about a good amount of brainstorming and throwing out ideas and spend actual time building the storyline but they were just ,, not having it and seemed straight up uninterested and annoyed by my ideas which for a second there had me wondering like ?? didn’t u approach me ?? asjkls. there’s definitely two sides to these kind of stories ( or more ) but that whole interaction just left me feeling like i was the one forcing my characters on someone which kinda sucked :–//. the gag is that similar stuff has happened since and in more recent times and im always just so ?? confused by it ?? END OF RANT.

#THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT BIG TIME BOO #this was so much fun though ??? especially the favorite experiences part iG IM JUST FULL OF LOVE TODAY BB !!#lcmongrass #dumbinspo #controlists #geminisrps #dvisy #╰ ––– ooc » answered

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prettysei-remade · 7 years ago

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graphic design is my passion actually the last time i made a graphic of any kind was when i was like 10 and i have sadly Not magically improved since then rip;; also dont worry the comic sans is ironic im not that awful......or am i

hey there angels (instead of demons bc ur not demons ur all angels get it haha), it’s me, ya maknae! this is a very looooooong post so buckle in, my pals

AHEM

exactly this time last year, i was probably laughing and/or crying at the thought of ever having mutuals here, much less having too many to do a proper follow forever in a rush the day before i post it (rip) so becAUSE i ran out of time and would probably give up in the middle, i decided to just talk abt how much i love everyone in the Stream Team gc and also make a shitty graphic so i could bless ur guys’ new years with ot13 and make it seem like i know what i’m doing :)

ok im gonna get sappy for a sec and then u can all get to the part u actually care about (the part that’s also sappy but directed at specific people)

my friends!! my loves!!! the bestest people on the planet!!!!! i love you <3<3 you guys are the sweetest, kindest, most understanding, most hilarious group of friends in the world and i’m so fucking lucky to know all of you. you make me laugh,,you make me cry (in a good way),,,,,you make me like myself when i dont feel like it,,,,im so?? blessed??? to have people to talk to and scream abt kpop with and be myself around. i’m more comfortable with u guys than probably anyone else?? like. even irl because 1) i’ll probably never come out, 2) none of my friends know anything abt kpop, and 3) none of my friends are rlly.....aware of the things my brain tells me about myself sometimes. which brings me to the last thing before i start yelling abt u all in alphabetical order:

thank you guys for being the Good Brains to help out when my Mean Brain gets too mean.

💙

@byungjoo

laura!! idk if u think abt this as often as i do (probably not) but like,, remember before we were friends and we had that ““discussion”” for abt .2 seconds regarding toppdogg going on the unit and then i thought u hated me for a couple weeks and then we became like the most amazing friends?? well reminding you of that is basically my long roundabout way of saying that our friendship is kind of a miracle to me, and i’m so so thankful that you’ve become someone i can trust with anything and not be judged for it :’) you always know what to say and you always make me feel special when we talk and just?? wow...don’t forget me when you become the biggest bts blog in the world......i saw one of your gifsets that had like 5k+ notes and almost shed a tear i was so proud of u.. i love you and thank u for being amazing all the time!! and for introducing me to twice and gfriend aka the most amazing girls!!! and of course....#laurjoo5ever <3

@gipsydangger

yo jo (that was lame im sry you deserve better) you havent been in the chat for super long but you’re One Of Us and also 1/2 of the Official Ruby-Got-Me-Into-IZ Squad so lots of love for you!! thank you for singing all star with me in an attempt to cleanse our chat of ******** (im just (all)starring out his name so he doesnt find this post and try to eat my heart again), thank you for being so nice and thoughtful and sweet and all the other amazing things youve been already, thank you for giving iz a shot and somehow becoming a fan in like 5 minutes (???amazing) you!! are a rock star!!! wow!!!!!!

@hjjxxn

ok alex i know you’re not tec h ni c a l ly in the chat but lets be real;;you’re still my Toppklass Queen ;; ur adorable! ur so kind! u work so hard! ur such a sweetheart! forget toppklass queen, u r the queen of my heart 💖 i cant believe we’re both hojoon stans AND yoongi stans it’s like we were meant to be friends or smth idk?? and you got me into winner and sent me the bEST videos of them holy shit im still laughing abt the one where theyre dancing to ‘hello bitches’ jshdkahds and mino’s duck song,,i cri :’( you have the best taste so i’m vv grateful to know you in the first place and! talking to you is super fun even tho we dont do it often <3<3 ilu <3

@itsachocolatecake

jess <3 our leader,,mother,,,resident Cutie Pie <3<3 i am so fond of you?? you’re loads and loads of fun to talk with and the chat would be so different without u, i’m not even gonna imagine it!! instead im gonna remember how you always cheer me up right away and help me remember whats good about myself and tell me that i’m not alone and give me great ideas for metaphors involving brains (like mental brains not physical brains)!!! our mutualness (mutualism? mutuality?? idk) goes waaay back, like, relatively, so thank you for following me in the first place bc it means we’re friends now !! love you <3

@kimsanggyum

kaliiiiiii!! my wonderful fellow scorpio (AHEM i mean what im not a scorpio who said that i’ll fight them) ur super fun and cute and as soon as you joined u fit right in even tho we’re all kind of weird and now you are One Of Us and it’s kind of hard to believe that you havent been since the beginning?? you’re such a cutie and i love love love talking to you and stuff <3 jdkjsldf dog pics are one of the many ways to my heart and your dog is amazing!!! thank you for sharing!!! you are amazing!!! tell canyon monroe i love him (again) and tell him from me to be nice to laura too,,anyway!! love u lots <3

@lapillity

melia. you. are. the. best. my text posts never go noteless bc of you :’) you’re honestly truly just the greatest?? not just bc you like my text posts tho, youre genuinely sweet and suuuuper nice like,,i cant say anything bad about any of the Stream Team tbh but MELIA!!1! you would have to murder a man for a not-justifiable reason for me to say anything bad about you :/ i think you are an Angel and you’re so cute??how are u so cute i dont get it :(( thanks for being my friend and also helping me reject that guy that one time,,without you i definitely would’ve screwed things up tbh so seriously!! thank you and i love you <3<3

@minty-sugar-kpop

minty i think i should tell u now that whenever i type “rip” on my phone the next suggested word is always “minty” :’) we’re always screaming abt kpop groups together like!! when clap was released u screamed about seventeen with me!!! when i told u i was getting into twice u screamed about twice with me!! when nothing else is happening u scream about toppdogg with me (and the rest of us)!!!! i love that youre as excited about your fave groups as i am about my fave groups because it helps remind me that it’s NOT weird to be really super extremely dedicated to things that make u happy and i still struggle with that sometimes so.... thanks for being you i guess?? also for getting rid of ******** from our chat with the power of ot13 :’)) love you <3<3<3

@reallyabananya

kat!! my Superhero!!! the lifegiver for minsung stans everywhere;; i am so grateful for literally everything you’ve ever done in your life but specifically 1) translating every. single. one. of minsung’s often long and very complex posts, 2) being my role model for running an update-esque blog! like!! if kat can do everything she does for her blogs and translate stuff and be so efficient at everything, i can do it for my one tiny little blog!!, 3) working so hard but always being so so sweet to everyone and being so amazingly humble all the time and being somebody i admire not only as a blogger but as a person too <3 (wow that was che e s y lol) im love you!! <3

@saltygot7

hi kendall! another scorpio wowie!!! of course i say “another” bc i already mentioned how kali is a scorpio,,it’s not because i’m a scorpio. because i’m not haha. anyway. im sorry i let ******** come between us, i know you didn’t mean to create a demon that would eventually possess both you and your phone and try to eat all of our hearts. i know and i’m sorry and i love you!!! i also know that you still think those asks u sent were hilarious but i forgive you bc i know you love me too <3<3 i can’t believe my Ultimate Bias and the true visual of our group loves me!! wow!!! thanks for all your amazing selfies, they always make me smile :’) you rlly know how to cheer everyone up and get us in a happy mood and just,,,thanks for always being your lovely self! love u lots <3

@sunshinesanggyun

bella 💕 i love you, i love you, i love you 💕 idk if you know this or not, but you were actually my first tk mutual <3 i remember when i got the notif that you followed me back and i was so excited because this person!! this person with an amazing blog and who i already thought was super cool!! wanted to follow me!!! i still think it’s amazing that you wanted to be my friend but i can’t really say that i “can’t believe it” anymore because i can;;; you’re my friend and i’m your friend and i love you!! i’ll remind you of that every day if i have to. you’re the other 1/2 of the Official Ruby-Got-Me-Into-IZ Squad (along with jovano) and it makes me so happy that you’re a fan now too!!!! you’re just awesone tbh?? you help me with my shitty stuff and i try my best to help you with your shitty stuff and!! you’re one of my best friends!! i’m so so happy and lucky and blessed and thankful to know you! never forget how much i love you forever 💕💕💕

@toppdoggzz

jacqueline;; the awesome aunt that’s super nice and who helps people when they’re sad;;(i can’t remember jess’s exact wording but it was True);;;; you’re so cool and amazing and honestly i find it incredible how you’ve been with bts from the beginning!! is that a weird thing to say as a compliment?? shdfsdhkd sorry but sticking with a group from debut is really admirable, especially because bts didnt start out super big but you stayed with em anyway :’) you’re such a star and you reblog my selfies when i ask you to (btw ur tags on my latest selfies had me cryin;;find someone who will compliment you every day like jacqueline complimented my decent-ish selfies;;) and you’re so great to talk with and yeah!! i love u!!!!

@zombietwink

isaiah. i hope u believe me when i say, from the very bottom of my heart: you are the Meme to my Internet Connection, the Cherry to my Bomb, the Chanyeol to my.....You. idk. you take my worst text posts that i make at like 3am and add the best things to them and make them Good and i love our convos in the replies of my posts alsjdsfjjs also can i just say?? i’m still not 100% sure what the whole thing is with like the “kin” meme (i get what it is but i dont rlly Get It u know) but literally any mention of it ever reminds me of you :’) it’s actually astounding how many memes make me think of you tbh..anyway, ur very very cute and soft and nice and youve been mutuals with me for a Long Time so thanks for thinking im cool enough to follow!!! and for still following me!!! love you <3

wow that took a long time but it was worth it!! tho i honestly wouldn’t blame you if you just skipped everything and only read the little section abt you lmao

well, happy new year! i hope lots of really good, and happy, and lovely, and wonderful things are waiting for you in 2018 ✨✨✨

#it took me abt 4 hours to make this post #thats how much i love all of you <3 #also i typed out a million little ''<3''s sldjflkdfsd #i never want to type one again except i do because they sometimes help me say i love you so it's all worth it!#u guys are worth everything!!!#✨💖💞✨💛💓✨❤️💗✨💓✨❣️💓✨💕💗💛✨❤️💖✨✨#ruby says things #mutuals <3 #<3 #DISCLAIMER: there were abt 2 people i didnt include bc i dont know their urls and we're not mutuals and we never talk so..........

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myfandomruinedmylife · 7 years ago

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Reaper76

The sounds of war were eerily familiar to Jack. They constantly raged around him; defining his every move, calling his every action. He had grown to memorize the screams of his fallen comrades, tasting every last syllable of their cries of panic before they were silenced by the enemy.

But even so, in the midst of battle, he never faltered. He never let anything affect him as he shot round after round, deploying biotic fields whenever he could and fighting back screams of agony when they were not enough as bullets ripped through his chest or electricity lit his veins on fire.

And eight seconds later, he returned to the vicious cycle, biting back curses and instead shouting orders to his teammates, finger tightening around the trigger of his weapon whenever a set of footfalls grew too near, or when he could just barely make out the sounds of gunfire in the distance.

Jack never let his soldier-like façade crack during battle. He never hesitated to murder and often pulled the trigger on his own comrades, if they startled him enough. Soldier 76 was nobody special. He wasn't stealthy like Genji, or powerful like D.va and Bastion. He was just a guy with a cool visor and a gun.

Jack, in simple terms, was weak. And he hated it.

He hated every second that Mercy hesitantly trailed behind him instead of the other heroes; as if he were made of porcelain that could easily crack and needed to be healed immediately; as if he couldn't hold his own against someone like Sombra.

He hated the other heroes’ sympathy whenever he would return more ragged than the rest of them. He hated trailing along the sidelines, taking shots whenever he could instead of jumping straight into the action like he oh-so-desperately wanted to do.

Jack loathed not being able to stop sprinting in fear of injury for just one second, just enough time to catch his breath. He was miserable all the time under his minimal armor, though it didn't make a difference, as he never let anyone see his scarred face, anyway.

But being a hero was just the soldier’s job; he had no say in whether it was fair or not.

Adrenaline burned through his chest as he pumped his legs faster and faster, darting across the outside edge of the town. Cold eyes flicked left to right, heart rate increasing as he wet his chapped lips under his mask.

He had no idea where he was.

Jack had tried to listen for those familiar screams of terror and agony that had burned themselves into his memory but was only greeted with the distant sound of gunfire in a direction he couldn't quite place.

He was running blind, desperately clinging onto the far-fetched hope he could reunite himself with his team before the clock ticked down to zero and he was forced to head back to base.

Soldier 76's breath hitched in his throat, heart dropping into his stomach as he heard the unsteady, panicked footfalls of someone heading his way. He held his breath as he dove into the nearest building, slamming his back against the wall and reloading his gun as quickly and silently as he could.

D.va’s scream of pain just outside caused his muscles to clench, eyes squeezing shut as he took his bottom lip into his mouth. He tensed, prepared to jump out and defend his comrade when he heard the unmistakable sound of the chamber of a handgun being clicked into place a couple of feet away.

“It’s high noon,” drawled a strong southern accent, and D.va desperately tried to call for her mech before the bullet ripped through the air and into her skull.

Jack held his breath as her body hit the dirt just outside, blood splattering into the room he was in and staining the broken tile flooring.

His ears twitched as McCree took two steps forward, towards the open doorway. Chains on his outfit clinked together as he stopped, almost on top of Soldier. Jack could smell his cologne, the strong scent of peppermint and wood invading his senses. If the hero took even a half step forward, Jack would be discovered and killed.

It seemed like eons of silence, to the point where Soldier wasn't sure if McCree had been silent enough to walk away without him noticing, or was waiting only inches away to strike him down. Jack wasn't sure which option scared him more.

Finally, the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding released itself as the sound of leather boots stomping away grew fainter by the second. He was alone again.

“I didn't take you for a coward, Soldier,”

The low, rough voice startled Jack, and he instantly drew his weapon and aimed at the man standing in the doorway. Reaper’s hellfire guns were clutched loosely in either hand, and he took a silent step forward as Soldier 76 reloaded his weapon, aiming directly at his old friend’s heart.

A deep, calm chuckle resonated around the room, and Reaper shook his head slightly, as if amused by the soldier’s actions. “Are you going to shoot me, Jack?”

“That's not my name,” Soldier’s fingers tightened around the trigger as he uneasily shifted from foot to foot. “You can't call me that anymore.”

Reaper was still, head tilted to the side, as if gauging Jack’s every move. “Why are you afraid?”

Jack Morrison didn't answer, only ground his teeth under his mask and tried to keep his feet still. He wanted to say so many things, to scream at the man and to shoot him over and over, to kill him again and again until it hurt to breathe. Instead, he took a breath, feeling his shoulders relax the slightest.

“Why haven't you killed me yet, Gabe?”

Reaper froze at the sound of his name, eyes widening under his mask as he, perhaps, realized just how much he missed hearing the word come out of Jack’s mouth. He quickly tried to compose himself, readjusting his grip on his guns as he cleared his throat once. “...I just-”

He cut himself off, biting his tongue as Jack’s attention never diverted from him, not even for a second.

Jack paused the thoughts whirring around in his head to stare at his former partner. In that instant, he only saw Gabriel Reyes, just a twenty-something-year-old guy who would joke with him and pull pranks on Jack at two in the morning and laugh when the soldier shoved his face into his food the next morning. Gabe had never really cared for Bran Flakes, anyway.

Soldier 76 froze in his spot when Reaper raised both of his weapons, aiming directly at Jack’s head. Of course, he was wrong. This wasn't Gabriel Reyes, who would die before he had even laid a finger on Jack Morrison; this man was a monster who killed without batting an eye. Jack wasn't one to talk, however, as he knew exactly what was going on inside Gabe’s brain.

“So you're going to kill me, then,” Jack swallowed, slowly lowering his gun to pose as less of a threat. Reaper was dead silent, not moving a muscle as tension vibrated in the air.

And then Reaper mumbled the word that would save Jack’s life.

“Duck.”

Instantly, Jack went down like a sack of dog food, rolling towards Reaper as his friend shot a couple of rounds into the doorway. He discarded his guns and grabbed a new set as the body of Jesse McCree fell limply to the dirt just behind where Soldier was standing.

Jack turned to Gabe with an almost awed expression on his face. The moment, however, was cut short, as the sword ripped through Soldier’s chest before he could blink.

With a shout, Reaper whirled on Genji, firing at the stunned kid and slamming his body into the wall, before it peeled off and fell to the floor, dark blood staining his suit and seeping onto the dirty ground below him.

Reaper turned and caught Jack as he fell. He didn't even have enough strength to deploy a health pack, and he was forced to endure the next couple of seconds of ripped organs and internal bleeding.

“I came... I came because I missed the old days. I miss... I miss being a hero, Jack.” Gabe's voice was dull, as if lacking emotion completely as he stared down at the fallen soldier.

Jack let out a laugh, the emotion tugging at his lips as he stared up at Reaper, his vision starting to dot and his chest going numb. “You're more of a hero than I ever was, Reyes,” Jack mumbled, believing what he said with every fiber of his being.

“No, Morrison-”

“Don't get sappy,” Soldier 76 coughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. “I’m fine, really. And besides,” he tried for a weak smile, though Gabriel couldn't see it under his broken mask. “I'll see you in eight seconds.”

Jack Morrison stared up at Gabriel Reyes’ face for the last time before his vision darkened to black completely.

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unashamed-shipper · 7 years ago

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One Last Dance

Nalu commission for @roxychild94! Thank you so much, Jess! <3

rating: t for implications, swearing, and drinking (let me know if you need me to tag anything)

pairing: nalu with mention of gruvia

characters: natsu, lucy, gray, gajeel, loke. mention of juvia.

word count: 1823

inspired by ‘shape of you’ by ed sheeran

“I’d like to make a toast,” Gray said as he lifted his bottle, grinning from ear to ear. “To the bastard who I thought would never get married. To Natsu!”

“To Natsu!” everyone echoed, downing a swig of their beer or throwing back their shot. Laughter ricocheted off the walls of the bar, and Natsu grinned and raised his bottle up in thanks.

“I never woulda thought you’d find someone either.” Natsu clinked his bottle against Gray’s, silently thanking him. He would thank his best friend later when he was good and drunk and his inhibitions were gone.

“Until I met Juvia, I didn’t even think about getting hitched. The right girl can change your life,” Gray said, and Natsu grimaced. Ever since Ice Princess and Juvia had gotten married and had their son, they had been more lovey dovey than even Natsu and his fiancee. It was a little weird seeing him be so sappy, but Natsu smiled at the thought. Years ago Gray wouldn’t have said anything like that about someone, no matter what their relationship was.

“She’s certainly changed Natsu’s life, that’s fer sure!” Gajeel let out a laugh as he drank the rest of his beer and called to the bartender for another one.

Natsu grinned as he thought of his fiance. She was as gorgeous and she was smart, and he was lucky as hell to have her. They had met in college and he became smitten sooner than he ever had in a relationship, causing him to fall head over heels for her within weeks. He knew he wanted to marry her, so he popped the question after a year of dating. To his excitement, she had said yes.

“Yeah, she’s one of a kind,” Natsu said as he tipped his beer back to finish it. His eyes looked around the bar lazily for a moment, counting all the couples that were spending time together that night. It was only a Saturday, but there were people out on the small dance floor swaying to the beat of a popular song. Natsu didn’t pay much attention to any of the people until his eyes locked on a gorgeous blonde in the shortest shorts he’d ever seen and a babydoll top.

Her hair whipped around her as her hips snapped with every movement, and Natsu dragged his gaze up and down her body. Everything about her was toned, even her ass which tempted him with every shimmy. How she could even dance in those heels was beyond him, and he raised his eyebrows when she turned toward him and gazed into his eyes.

He pointed at himself, and she nodded. She wiggled her upper body at him then, and Natsu felt quite faint at just the sight of her cleavage. Tugging at his collar, Natsu turned toward his friends, who were all staring at him.

“I wasn’t gonna go over there!” he protested, and everyone chuckled.

“C’mon, you gotta go over there now! You’ve only got one more night to do whatever you want before you get hitched. One dance isn’t gonna hurt anything, Natsu,” Loke told him, eyes wandering over the blonde as well.

“But I’m…!”

“If you don’t go over there,” Loke said with a catlike grin, “I will.”

Natsu growled at the man, cursing his protective instincts. He knew that Loke would be bad for the girl. The man had a player streak of being a woman eater where he would chew one up and then spit her out, leaving her in the dust. He didn’t want that to happen to her.

“Alright, fine. But don’t tell my fiancee about this, okay?” Natsu turned to leave, raising his hand in the Fairy Tail sign they used when they were kids.

“Sure thing, boss,” Gajeel yelled back with a smirk, but Natsu didn’t mind.

The woman was now holding onto his tie, pulling him onto the dance floor. She looked even more gorgeous close up.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a toothy grin, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her heels, Natsu was only just a bit taller than her, which was perfect for the close dancing they were doing.

“Natsu Dragneel. Yours?” he replied with a grin of his own. The woman’s cheeks dusted with a pink, and he knew he charmed her instantly.

“Lucy Heartfilia. Pleasure to meet you,” she said, pulling herself slightly closer to him.

“No, the pleasure’s all mine, Luce,” Natsu responded before making a confused face. “Do you mind if I call you Luce? Cause if you do–”

“Not at all,” Lucy said, pressing her hand in a swooping motion across his chest, further and further down until she reached his abs. All the blood in his body rushed south, and Natsu fought not to think of her pushing her hand further down. He was engaged. What the hell was he doing thinking of another woman?

“Alright then. You want me to pick the next song?” Natsu asked, desperately wanting to move away from the situation. Lucy was so beautiful that he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself if she did want to sleep with him.

“Sure!” Lucy grinned again. Her smile was so gorgeous that he wanted to see it forever.

The sad part was that he couldn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her before moving toward the DJ and requesting a special song.

When he came back, Lucy pressed herself firmly against Natsu’s body with movements that he knew was to be his demise. Letting out a breath, he secured his fate when he began to sing to her.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, you push and pull like a magnet too. Although my heart is fallin’ too, I’m in love with your body,” his rough voice growled as she thrust her hips against his, shimmying down slowly and back up. Natsu huffed as he felt her against himself, and he liked the fact that she was so trusting of him.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Natsu,” Lucy said, turning around and grinding her behind against him, and Natsu had to bite his tongue to not let out a large moan. How could she be so damn tempting? He could even see her thong now!

Natsu bent over her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping down to whisper in ear. “Let’s get outta here, Luce.”

Lucy cupped his face and kissed him fiercely before whispering in his ear. “I think you’ll like what you see once you take these clothes off me,” she sing songed, and Natsu whimpered softly.

Both of them stood up and danced for a few more seconds toward the exit, and Natsu looked over her shoulder to secure the fact that his friends were now gone. It had been about an hour since they started dancing, and it had gone by so quickly that he hadn’t realized time had gone by.

Once in the car, Natsu started it and asked what hotel Lucy would want to go to. He wanted to be polite, but he could practically smell her wetness underneath her shorts and it was killing him.

“Magnolia Hotel, please,” she said with a smile, and Natsu started the car and backed out faster than he ever had in his life. He was about to do something really stupid, but he didn’t regret it one bit.

Natsu woke up around 6 AM with no alarm as the light shone in from the window in the hotel. Lucy was still asleep, which gave him tons of time to get to the wedding. As he made coffee, he sighed as he sat down on the couch next to the bed and stared out the window.

Today was the day he was to get married.

“Good morning, Mr. Sunshine,” Lucy teased with a grin, stretching herself awake. Natsu smiled, jumping on her with a huge smile of his own.

“Good morning. How are you?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand. Her hair was like a halo around her head, and even though she had makeup under her eyes she looked like an angel. She was so damn beautiful.

“Well, I didn’t sleep much last night. I had to go find my future husband and see what he was up to at his bachelor party. Thankfully I found him and he was doing more than alright. How about you?” she asked, a smirk rising on her face.

“I slept like crap. I was at my bachelor party and this gorgeous woman pulled me onto the dance floor and practically fucked me with my clothes on. My fiancee is going to be so pissed,” Natsu replied, and Lucy chuckled.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s real angry right now that you had sex with another woman,” Lucy said, barely containing her giggles.

“Especially in the room that we reserved for our wedding night! She’s gonna rip my head off, Luce!” Natsu lamented, beginning to cry fake tears into his hands. After a few moments of faux crying, he looked into his fiancee’s eyes with a goofy smile. The two burst into peals of laughter, falling onto the bed.

After the laughter died down, Natsu put his arm around Lucy’s shoulders and looked at her intensely. Lucy’s eyes widened as he gazed into her eyes, coming closer and closer and finally knocking foreheads with her.

“Luce,” Natsu said, his voice a low whisper, “I would never cheat on you. Not in a million years. And today, you’re gonna be my wife. So I want you to know that.”

“I know, Natsu.” Lucy closed her eyes with a soft smile, reveling in the moment she had with her future husband. There weren’t going to be many moments like this that they were unmarried, so she knew that she better take it for what it was worth right now.

Sighing softly and stared into his eyes gently, she told him the same. “I will never cheat on you, Natsu Dragneel. You are my love, my life, and everything that I have ever wanted in a life partner. I would never abandon you like that for anything.”

Natsu kissed Lucy then; their last kiss before the wedding. Their teeth clacked against each other’s as Lucy deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue across Natsu’s. He wove his hand through her hair as she reached up and rubbed her thumb across his jaw in desire.

When the kiss was broken, Lucy and Natsu smiled at each other for a few moments before falling back asleep together for a few more hours before their wedding. Lucy laid her head on Natsu’s chest and fell asleep with Natsu following soon afterwards with the trust in both of their hearts and minds that they would never cheat on one another.

After all, it was always more fun when they were together.

hehehe, Natsu would never cheat on his fiancee! Sorry if anyone thought that lol. I don’t write “cheating” in stories very often, so please let me know if I need to tag anything. Thank you!

Commissions are open, btw ;) Message me for details!

#nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #ft #nalu fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #ft fanfiction #gray fullbuster #gajeel redfox #loke the lion #juvia lockser #implied gruvia #ask to tag #i feel like this is meh but that is just me i think hahahaha #this is the closest to smut i have ever gotten so :o

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jsequitate · 7 years ago

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Letter to you.

This is for a best friend that is no longer a best friend.

I wrote it out by hand and was going to mail it... But I wanted to respect her wishes for space.

Dear xxxxxx,

I’m sorry that I didn’t do this sooner. I regret every poor decision in my life that has led us to this point ever since graduating high school. But most of all I regret that those decisions led us to this point in our lives. This letter is something that I need to do for me, I may end up with regret, however I feel like this is important for me.

Do you remember that first week of grade nine? When I found you and that other girl on the stairs by M. Legentil’s classroom? I hadn’t had much success making friends in grade eight and I asked if I could eat lunch with you two. You both accepted me into your lives without a second thought. You were there for me when I literally had no one else around... And that wasn’t even the last time that you would be there for me when no one else ever was. Looking back on that day makes me cry, you took a chance on a strange girl that you didn’t know at all. I had been very close to giving up entirely. I was constantly bullied growing up, and it didn’t stop after we started becoming friends but having people in my life who stayed around helped me so much. I am forever grateful for that beginning of September. After that week, what I thought was going to be a very long and very dreadful four more years turned into a high school experience that I never thought I would partake in.

Over the years we grew closer. We were two very different people, however we were both quite similar. We blended well together. From sleepovers, to ice skating, to movie nights and everything in between I couldn’t believe that I had truly found someone who stayed around me for that long. By grade twelve I couldn’t be happier that I was graduating that dreaded high school but I was ecstatic to be doing it with you.

The Europe trip is honestly one of my fondest memories of us to look back on. It was so freaking cool to experience a trip of a lifetime like that, with you. I cannot begin to express how grateful I was to see parts of the world with you, it was so surreal venturing into the world together and coming out with an even stronger friendship. I love looking back to those photos and seeing how happy we both looked... Honestly the Europe trip felt like it strengthened our friendship from there on out.

Post graduation did cause us some difficulties the following September. Juggling university, a boyfriend, a breakup and being apart was pretty hard for me. I wasn’t used to feeling so lonely and having the other half of my heart an hour away. I feel like I became too dependant on our friendship that first year, a major regret of mine. However difficult that first year was we still managed to tough it out. That first year of university there are so many fond memories that I can think of... From dorm sleepovers, exploring UBC to movie and ramen nights, we truly made the best of everything. You’ve always been able to turn the negative into a positive which is something that I typically don’t do and I’ve always admired you for that. I’m not trying to idolize our friendship because we had our issues, it is just easier for me to think about the good memories right now rather than the bad ones. I am sorry however for making you feel inadequate or under appreciated, that was never my intent. You have always been the most important person in my life.

I think the memory that I love the most was last winter. We went to Chapters and we bought those little notebooks and the gel pens together. Then we went to Stormcrow and I had butterbeer for the first time and we wrote down our bucketlists. I remember thinking that your dreams were so crazy and so wild but I had no doubt in my mind that you would reach them. You’ve always been a better person than I am; happier, funnier, better. My goals were rather reachable, some were a little far fetched of course but it’s a bucketlist. I wish I had done #39 sooner though. “Let Silken know how much you appreciate our friendship.” I remember writing it down that night because I was just so grateful to be there, with you, doing what we were doing. I always had some grand gesture in the back of my mind to fulfil #39 but none of them were quite right to show you how much I love you and appreciate everything you do for me. So here I am now, fulfilling #39 after everything has fallen apart.

I’m crying as I write this and at this point it’s probably going to get a little sappy. I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I haven’t been there for you like I used to be. I haven’t been able to be the best, best friend that you deserve. I didn’t know why we drifted apart at first and I’ve felt it for a little while, but we always seemed to pick back up where we left off. It always seemed effortless to me when we wouldn’t speak for weeks and then start again, it wasn’t hard, it just felt right. I just wish I could go back to before the catalyst in my life that seemed to have started all of my problems because I haven’t been a great person lately. I’m not forgiving, I’m very malleable, I only care about my issues and I don’t listen well. However I also have a huge heart, and all I ever want to do is please the people that mean the most to me... I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really, truly, didn’t.I fully regret my past dictate how I treated my present relationships, because you were the one person who was always there. You never waivered and I took that for granted and I didn’t listen. I didn’t understand why I woke up to that text message, and it honestly felt like you had ripped my heart out. It was worse than any breakup I’ve ever gone through because I pictured you there, always. I pictured you being my maid of honour at my wedding, I pictured you there when I bought my first house, when I graduated from university, when I became who I’m supposed to be. And it hurts my heart so much to think that you’re not going to be there for the major milestones in my life. All I ever want to do is text you when something happens. I go to text you but then I realize that you probably don’t care. You grew up and moved on and I;m still the old me. I’m not where I’m supposed to be and we didn’t grow together like we were supposed too.

This has been a very difficult month for me, probably the hardest month I’ve ever had to go through. I’ve been so confused, so heartbroken and so devastated. I just feel like there’s a hole in my life and I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone as incredible as you to fill it again. I can’t stop kicking myself for letting this happen, for not realizing sooner that you needed me more than I needed you. That I needed to show you more often that I appreciated you and everything you did for me over the years. You were always there for me, and I expected that... I wasn’t always there for you. I’m so sorry Silken. I loved you with all of my heart, it always felt like you were my soul mate and we were supposed to meet that day in grade nine. I’ll always be here, waiting, hoping that maybe one day we can go back and start again. I love you so much, I’m so sorry, and I want you to know that all I ever want is for you to have the life that you deserve.

Forever,

Jess.

#dear silken

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blackwatchbastard · 7 years ago

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Rating: E Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Sexual Content (PWP) Words: 4,104 Additional Tags: Fluffy Smut, (VERY) Light Dom/sub, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay, Teasing, Handjob, Blowjob, Biting, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Softer Than It Looks, GOOD LORD I’M FEELING EMBARRASSED ALL OVER AGAIN BY THESE TAGS SAVE ME Summary: Time apart is awful but reunions are oh-so-good. A/N: OKAY. So this probably looks fairly familiar to anyone who found me on ao3 first but!! It’s been officially over 3 months since I posted this and it is both something I’m still super proud of and vaguely sentimental about and I’m having a rough week with making words so I thought I’d toss it here to remind myself I am capable of writing stuff I really love. I was So Nervous when I posted it initially but I’m so glad I did. (ao3)

“Jack, remember how it was in SEP? Wrestling you against the wall and fucking you like your life depended on it? Moaning into your fist because we couldn’t have anyone hearing Captain Morrison getting his rewards.” A breathy laugh. Jack bit his knuckle. “You want it like that again? Want me to pin you down and make it hard to walk? Boss around the mighty Strike-Commander? Make him beg for it, tell me how much he needs me?” Gabriel laughed again, this one fuller, and there was the sound of something moving across the desk. “I love you so damn much, you know that you kinky fucker?” Jack nodded, even if he couldn’t see. “I know. You'd be a mess if I could do worse than this.” Another unseen nod in reply. Gabriel laughed again, like he knew. “I’ll be home soon, babe. Get some sleep. I’ll do whatever you need.”

It was just a short message, just teasing, but he kept it. Somehow, it made time apart feel a little easier. Even if just for the moment.

His video screen binged, startling him, and Jack rapidly ripped out his ear buds before even registering the name on the call. Blackwatch Commander G. Reyes. Exhaling shakily, Jack accepted the call.

Gabriel’s face popped up on the screen, bags under his eyes and airport backdrop not even enough to stop the grin he broke into when he saw Jack’s face. Sappy and disgusting really. Jack loved it.

“Nice neck pillow, dork.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and poked at the hot pink monstrosity he was resting on. “It was Hello Kitty or that fucking frog. Obvious choice.”

“Japanese airports are fun.”

Gabriel laughed and rummaged for something out of view before holding up a coffee cup printed with cherry blossom branches. “You’re telling me. No other beverage back home is ever gonna compare, Jack. It tastes like heaven, chocolate, and flowers.”

“How long till your flight? Can probably sneak a few more in.”

Gabriel laughed. “3 hours. Not many. But my ass is fucking ready to be home and we still have to go through Hawaii.”

“Poor baby.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Not like I have time to do anything there but hope there’s an L&L without a line and sprint to my next flight.”

“I know.” Jack offered up a sympathetic little frown.

Gabriel stifled a yawn. “You getting me from the airport or do I have to kick in your office door to see my husband?”

“I got three days off. I'm all yours.”

“Shit, really?” Jack beamed at him. “You must have really missed my ass.”

“Other parts of you too.”

Gabriel laughed and it was warm and homey. Jack slumped on his elbows against his desk, just watching him. Gabriel raised a brow.

“How much?”

“Hmm?”

“How much do you miss me?”

Jack laughed. Toyed with the ear buds on his desk. “Was just… listening to your message.”

“Again?”

Jack shrugged. “Hey, it’s just a recording my spouse sent me. Nothing questionable there.”

Gabriel laughed. “You’re horny as shit right now. I knew I saw that look somewhere.” Jack made a face. “It hasn't even been that long, babe. That’s weak.”

“Shut up, you’ve got shit to distract you. I’ve just got,” Jack motioned to his office behind him, “this crap.”

“Man, I’m just fucking with you. I spent the other night staring at that last picture you sent me like a lovesick teenager.”

“My goddamn coffee selfie?”

“Didn’t say I was doing anything, did I? Pervert.”

Jack laughed. “I could send you something better.” he offered. Gabriel waved him off rapidly.

“No, fuck off. I have like a day’s worth of plane rides and the last thing I need is an awkward boner.”

“Airports in hard mode.”

Gabriel poked a finger at the screen. “No.” Jack shot him a sulky look but relented, letting it drop.

“You should try to sleep some, Gabe. My lunch is almost over anyway.”

Gabriel nodded and settled back in his seat some, pink neck pillow puffing up around his head. “Yeah.” he said, “I’ll see you, uh, tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Gabriel laughed and reached to turn off the feed. “Love you too, jackass.” He paused. “Oh, hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Be good and wait for me, alright? I've got plans.”

Jack let out a weak laugh as Gabriel grinned and ended the call. He stared at the blank screen for a moment before slowly burying his face in his hands.

“Fuck.”

He was going to have to extend his lunch to listen to that recording one more time… Maybe dig out one of the other files he had.

At the airport there was a tradition to keep so Jack made sure to park and go in to wait for Gabriel and Jesse to haul themselves out of baggage claim. As they rounded the corner Jack cut into a run and Gabriel, spotting him, shoved the coffee cup in his hand at Jesse and held his arms out.

Incidentally, the only thing really capable of catching a super soldier with ease is another super soldier. Jack dove into his arms, Gabriel spinning and staggering to keep balance, and they both laughed. Somewhere, someone was probably snapping pictures. Plain clothes made it harder for people to easily ID them as Strike-Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes but there was always the odd outlier. Not that it mattered anymore; getting hitched didn’t even end the rumors about either of them.

“There’s my lucky charm.” Gabriel laughed, beaming up at him. Jack grinned back and butted their foreheads together lightly.

Warm brown eyes. Like home–they felt just like home. Jack brought his hands up to cup Gabriel’s face.

“And there’s my sunshine.” he said, ducking in for a kiss. Gabriel let out a soft ‘mm’ and pressed in closer, fingers digging into Jack’s thighs.

Behind them, Jesse coughed awkwardly and took a draw off Gabriel’s latte. “Y'all wanna take me home or what? Should I get a cab..?”

They broke apart, both laughing, and Gabriel set Jack down on his feet again.

“Kid’s crabby because he didn’t believe me when I told him Hawaiian barbecue is better than Southern.” Gabriel explained. Jesse shot him a dirty look and drained the rest of his latte in protest.

“C'mon, L&L was the shit, wasn’t it?”

“It was okay.” Jesse punctuated his words by chucking the empty cup into a bin next to them.

Jack snorted. “Sacrilege.”

They headed for the car, Jack glued himself to Gabriel’s side the whole way. Not that he was getting any complaints in return. Instead Gabriel’s arm ended up around his waist, hand gripping his hip. They only parted when it came time to pack up luggage and climb into the car and as soon as Jack had his hand on the shifter Gabriel’s was over it, lacing their fingers together. From the back seat, Jesse scoffed.

“Problem back there?” Jack asked, peeking in the rear view mirror. Jesse grinned back at him.

“Man, you have no idea what kinda shitty mood he’s been in. Shoulda known it was cause he missed you.”

Gabriel cut his eyes toward Jesse. Jack laughed, squeezing at his hand.

“Hey, bet he did better than me. I can’t sleep for shit with all that space in bed.”

“Get a body pillow and wrap a hoodie around it. Prolly do the trick with how boss sleeps like a goddamn log.”

Jack laughed and Gabriel jerked his head around to glare at Jesse, who just grinned at him. “Little cuddlier than a log, if you get him in the right mood.” Jack replied. Jesse waved him off.

“Spare me. He lives for being the big spoon, I bet.”

“Fuck that, little spoon is the bomb.” Gabriel chimed in then, brow furrowed. “You feel all safe and shit.”

Jesse laughed and flopped over in the back seat, holding his hat to his head. Gabriel chuckled along with him, hand squeezing at Jack's, and settled back in his seat.

“Just goes to show, kiddo,” Gabriel hummed, “there's a lot you think you know about me.”

Jesse sat up, still fighting laughter, and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said, “and there's a lot I just don't wanna know.”

That got a chuckle out of Jack. “For the best.”

They dropped Jesse off and headed home, something spent largely in contented silence, and it was only once they started to near their stop that either spoke.

Gabriel broke the silence first. “So, pizza and romance movies tonight?” He was teasing. Jack squeezed at his fingers. “Wear those ugly ass sweatpants and fall asleep on the couch like an old couple?”

“No, no fuck that.” Jack shot him a glare. “I'm so goddamn horny, Gabe.” Gabriel laughed. “I know you're probably jet-lagged to hell but you don't get to tease me for the whole mission and then pizza and sweatpants me your first night back.”

Gabriel grinned at him, hint of a chuckle still on his voice. “Fine, fine. Don't get all prissy with me, princess.” he said, “Lucky for you I slept for about 95% of the plane ride. Just take it easy on me and I'll take care of you.”

Jack raised their hands off the center console and pressed Gabriel's knuckles to his lips. “Whatever you need.” he murmured.

“Fucking sap. Gross.” Gabriel swatted his arm but, when Jack stole a glance, he was grinning wider than ever.

The second they were in the apartment, door barely closed and locked, they were all over each other. Gabriel kissed him hard, pressing him into the entry way wall and putting the taste of copper in his mouth. He broke away slowly, biting Jack's lower lip and pulling it back with him. He released it and grinned at Jack's dazed expression.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Jack slumped against the wall. Thought a moment.

“You feel like being boss?”

Gabriel laughed and reached out, grabbing a handful of Jack's hair and dragging him closer. “You going to be good or bad?” he asked.

“Told you in the car; whatever you need.”

“Then you better be my Golden Boy.”

Gabriel laughed, low and soft, and kissed him again. This one slower, more heated. His free hand snaked around his waist, pulling him in flush to his body. He rutted up against Jack, pushing him into the wall and pressing his thigh between his legs. Jack whined as Gabriel broke the kiss, stepping back suddenly.

“Get undressed.”

He moved across the room then, yanking his belt off along the way and taking a seat in one of the living room chairs. Jack watched a moment, eyes trailing over his back and hips, before swiftly moving to yank his shirt over his head. He made it all the way out of his pants before Gabriel whistled for his attention and beckoned him closer.

Jack moved across the room and knelt at his feet, hands tentatively on Gabriel’s spread knees, and looked up at him awaiting direction. For a moment Gabriel seemed to simply be admiring the sight; he probably looked a disaster with a bitten lower lip and mussed hair. One of his feet shifted, toe of his boot nudging between Jack’s knees for a better look at the beginnings of the erection straining in his boxers. Gabriel laughed and rubbed a hand over his beard.

“You’re so easy.”

“For you.”

“That’s right. Because whose the boss of the great Strike-Commander Morrison?”

“My Gabriel.”

Wrong answer. But that was just part of the game. Gabriel let out a low chuckle and leaned forward, taking a hold of Jack’s chin.

“No,” he said, “you’re mine.”

Jack leaned forward reflexively, eyes on Gabriel’s lips, and felt himself get nudged back swiftly as Gabriel sat back in his chair again.

“Ah ah, not unless I say you can.”

“Please, Gabe.” Jack squeezed at Gabriel’s knees, risking the delicate balance that had him allowed to touch there even. “I need you.”

Gabriel tutted. “You’re impatient today.”

There was something in his tone that sounded only fond, not the acted disapproval, and somehow it was even more of a temptation. Tentatively, Jack slid his hands up to rest on Gabriel’s thighs. Blessedly, he still met no resistance to the gesture.

“I’ll do anything.” he said, kneading at the muscular flesh under his jeans. Groveling, his chin tucked against his chest. “Please. Just tell me what to do.”

When he looked back up he felt a small thrill of victory at the look on Gabriel’s face. He could barely hold the scene together, rolling his lower lip between his teeth and fingers digging into the arms of his chair. Jack made eye contact, best sullen look on, and fought the urge to smile when Gabriel’s breath hitched in his chest.

“Fuck me...”

“Was that a command or just a comment?”

“Come here.”

Gabriel reached down and took hold of Jack’s face, pulling him up into a rough kiss. They broke for air and instantly there were teeth digging into his shoulder, blunt nails trailing over his back. He whined and fought the urge to move his hands.

“Show me how much you missed me.” Gabriel breathed against his neck before releasing him.

Jack sank back down to his knees and his hands shot for Gabriel’s fly. Undid it and hooked his fingers through Gabriel’s belt loops, yanking them down just a bit with some more gracious aid from their wearer lifting up off his ass in his seat. Freed an already notable erection and cut his eyes up to look at Gabriel.

“I’m easy?”

“You having trouble getting into character, Jackass? Or are we playing something else?” Gabriel quipped. Jack laughed and shook his head. “Mmhm. Be a good boy, now.” He reached out and grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair, pulling him closer.

Jack settled in between his legs comfortably, taking hold of his cock and thumbing the tip. Given freedom, he let his other hand wander up from Gabriel’s thigh to slide under his shirt and dig his fingers into the firm skin there. Gabriel hummed in the back of this throat, contented, and slacked his hold on Jack’s hair without completely releasing it.

“You’re so perfect. What’d I do to deserve someone like you?” Jack asked. He glanced up at Gabriel, rolling his thumb over the pre-cum on the tip of his cock and was met with one of his favorite faces; that half-lidded attempt at focus, chewing the inside of his lip. He was doing good.

“Well,” Gabriel’s grip on his hair tightened again. “Certainly wasn’t running your damn mouth.”

Jack leaned down, hand sliding down the length of Gabriel’s cock, and took the tip in his mouth. Rolled his tongue over it, still daring to tease, and was met with a sharp yank on his hair. Too far, too long. He didn’t particularly intend to he disobedient, after all, just a little return favor for all that sweatpants thing. Moving, he gave a few solid strokes before lowering his head near the base and running his tongue up the underside. He shifted his other hand around to squeeze between the chair cushion and Gabriel’s ass, kneading at it. He had some praising remarks for it, if he remembered when he could use his mouth again.

Gabriel’s grip on his hair loosened, shifting to a gentle stroke, and Jack took the tip of his cock back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it a few times, fairing well enough to earn a pleased little grumble, before taking the whole length into his mouth. His other hand, now freed, grabbed greedily at Gabriel’s shirt and pushed it up as he raised up straighter and languished up and down his cock a few times, proved his mouth good for more than just talking shit.

“That’s my good Golden Boy.” he heard Gabriel mumble, feeling his fingers carding awkwardly through his hair. Oh there it was; he loved getting the nicknames out. That was always a good sign.

He sped his machinations, fumbling briefly before finding a reasonable pace, and felt Gabriel’s hand slide to cup the back of his neck. The hand on Gabriel’s chest slid up as far as he could do comfortably and found a firm pec to squeeze at, thumb grazing over the hard nipple and causing a soft popping noise to his left–-Gabriel’s fingers digging into the arm of the chair.

It didn’t take long in the daze before he felt Gabriel shudder, hand moving to grab his hair again and yanking to signal he was close. He pressed on gladly, until Gabriel’s hips bucked up towards him and his mouth filled with salt and warmth. He rode out the tremors, swallowing hard, and when he finally pulled back his lips were hot and wet-–a lewd sting of saliva and cum following them from Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel reached out and broke it, taking his chin and running his thumb over his slick lower lip.

“Good boy.”

Jack smiled and moved, laying his cheek against Gabriel's thigh and sliding his hands back down to rest on the backs of his calves. He felt Gabriel shift, momentarily jostling him, as he tucked himself back into his jeans and yanked his shirt back down.

“Got a little handsy, though.”

“You're just so perfect, I can't help myself.” Jack mumbled.

Gabriel scooped his hand under his cheek, lifting him up and sliding to hold his chin. He guided Jack up, smirking when his hands uselessly grabbed at his knees, and into a kiss. Long, slow, heated. Jack melted against it, fingers kneading at Gabriel's thighs.

“You want your prize?” he asked against Jack's mouth, voice low. Jack nodded. “I suppose you deserve a little something...” He pushed Jack backwards and down toward the floor, fingers planted on the center of his chest. Jack slumped, pliable.

There was a small pause, Gabriel poised over him. He raised a brow. Jack mimicked the expression, confused.

“Check in?”

“I'm good.” Rock hard, melting into the floor, lips raw. Good was the smallest way to put things.

“You sure?”

“Virgin-Mary-Jesus-Christ, Gabriel Reyes! Yes!”

Gabriel laughed. That ugly snort-started thing he did when something surprised him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead. “Okay, okay. So punishment? Input?”

“Whatever you're up to. Just touch me, goddamn.” Jack hummed.

Gabriel pulled back, looking thoughtful a moment, then grinned at him. “Done.”

He moved his hand then, flattening it onto Jack's chest before sliding it down the plane of his torso. Over hard muscle and wiry hair till it found the damp cotton of his boxers. Seamlessly, he hooked his fingertips under the band and pulled, dragging them down in one fluid motion.

“Since you were so good,” he drawled, “I think you earned some special treatment.”

He gathered Jack's hands over his head, one hand on his wrists, and wrapped his other around his cock. He picked up a rhythm easily, finding him already so needy. Jack pressed up against his hand, desperate for more friction, more attention, and chewed his sore lip. Eyes watching Gabriel's, fingers flexing in their hold.

“So easy...”

“Just for you.” Jack managed to hiss, voice hoarse. Gabriel laughed, squeezing just a little tighter in his strokes, and made him gasp for air at the end.

“You're so good for me.” he drawled, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Jack's shoulder. “You're so good.”

And already so close. Jack squirmed under him, bucking his hips, and felt Gabriel's pace slow. He whined as he felt his hand still then retreat entirely, leaving him teetering on the edge.

“Gabe--”

“But you have trouble listening sometimes.”

His tone sent a shiver down Jack's whole body, eyes widening. Gabriel gave a low, rumbling laugh and sank his teeth into the meatiest part of Jack's shoulder. Hard but not enough to bleed or bruise. Jack gasped, hands straining against the hold on his wrists, and leaned toward the sensation. Gabriel moved up his neck and bit down again, teeth scraping over his pulse, and Jack's breath caught in his chest.

Sometimes, even punishment felt like a reward.

Gabriel stilled for a moment, breath hot on his neck, and cupped a hand along his jawline. Traced over the cut angles with his fingers, trailing down to his chin and holding it lazily. He shifted, seating himself on Jack’s thighs, and leaned back some-–spine popping softly when he arched his back in.

“I could just leave you like this. Nothing you could do about it; not if you’re being good, anyway.” He set his hands on Jack’s stomach and rolled them up, over his chest, then back down to stop just before where he was most needed. Jack tried to fight through the haze to say something coherent but all that came out was a low groan. “You’d deserve that.”

Gabriel leaned down again, hands sliding up his chest and over his neck, cupping either side of his face. Kissed him in the softest way imaginable.

“I’m sorry.” Jack managed to grit out, hands still over his head where they’d been left, fingers flexing.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Jack nodded, teeth clenched, and Gabriel took him in his hand. Eased him back into the same pace from before, free hand sliding over the plane of his stomach soothingly. It only took moments before Jack crashed, arching into the sensation even with Gabriel weighing down the bulk of his lower body.

Trembling, toe curling perfection. Gabriel guided him through, stopping as his body slacked back into the floor, and chuckled faintly as a breathy string of profanity left his mouth at the end.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Kiss yours too.”

Gabriel laughed again and grabbed Jack’s shirt off the floor next to them, wiping the mess off his chest before rubbing his hands over his stomach again. The skin prickled, overly sensitive in the afterglow.

“How’d I do?”

Jack laughed weakly. “Want me to write up a review for you?” he put on a faux authority voice, “Meets expectations in dirty talk and power dynamics, exceeds in skillfulness with hands.”

That ugly snort-laugh again. Gabriel leaned in and butted his forehead against Jack’s. “I missed you, Jackass.”

“I missed you too.” Jack hummed, reaching out and affectionately scratching at Gabriel’s chin. “So, is it your turn to get bullied now?”

Gabriel groaned, slumping dramatically sideways onto the floor at that. “No, let me sleep, Jack.” He rolled onto his side, sulking pitifully, and Jack laughed as he squirmed back into his boxers. “Skip me to aftercare where you tell me I’m pretty and rub my scalp.”

Sitting up, Jack leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You have to change before you can sleep.” he remarked.

Gabriel poked a finger at him. “I got. My belt off. And I got you off. You take my damn boots off for me.”

“Thought we weren’t in scene anymore.” Jack teased. Gabriel waved him off.

“Yeah, no. This is just your whiny husband telling you he’ll sleep on the floor if you don’t help.”

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled down at him affectionately, moving to yank Gabriel’s boots off. Gabriel shifted this way and that, only vaguely helpful as Jack pulled off his hoodie and shirt for him before moving to prying him out of his jeans. Job complete, he patted at Gabriel’s stomach.

“Crawl your ass into bed, you giant baby.“ Gabriel complied, making a show of getting to his feet and trailing toward the bedroom. Jack shook his head, watching after him. "You want big spoon or little spoon?”

Gabriel scoffed, then promptly had to stifle a yawn. “You kidding? Little spoon is my fucking jam. If you’re willing to give it up since you technically have dibs.”

Jack chuckled and hauled himself go his feet. “Eh, I told you before. Whatever you need, Gabe.”

“Gabe also needs a back rub and pancakes in the morning.”

“Gabe shouldn’t push his luck.”

He laughed and reached out, beckoning Jack closer. When he stepped into his space, Gabriel nuzzled a kiss into his cheek dramatically.

“Alright,” he hummed, lips muffled on Jack’s skin, “that’s fair.”

Jack grinned and slung his arm around Gabriel’s waist, towing him the rest of the way to bed. He went gladly, stumbling awkwardly in his growing drowsiness.

“Maybe we’ll revisit pancakes tomorrow.”

Gabriel laughed and pressed against his shoulder. “You’re too good to me.”

“Hey,” Jack shot him a grin, “just returning the favor.”

'cause i never believed there was a heaven 'til i found you and i never prayed like the church always told me to but now you can count on me to get on my knees for you (X)

#reaper76 #morreyeson #morreyes #fly writes fics #note to self: you're allowed to promo your own shit without feeling guilty (x100)

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itsclydebitches · 8 years ago

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Preacher Review: “On the Road”

AKA: “We’re in Texas. They pretty much grow dumbass crazy here.”

Hello, beautiful Preacher fandom! I’m back and beyond excited. I did reviews/reactions/vague keyboard smashing last season, but I’m hoping to keep up with Season Two in a more organized manner. So enough talk. Let’s make like the trio and hit the road~

This premiere is a two-parter (so be sure to tune in tomorrow!) and all I can say so far is HOT FREAKING DAMN. But let’s start at the beginning.

Preacher is absolutely a show that needs a “previously on” and it was just enough pertinent info to work as a refresher for casual fans without making us wait too long for new material. Honestly though… I’d forgotten all about the leveled town. No lie. In retrospect I probably actively forgot that piece of horrifying info, but either way I was reminded of it full force. Yeesh. The tragedy gets two brief cameos throughout the episode: on the convenience store’s radio—“the blast that destroyed a small Texas town”—and at the strip club—“Whole town blew up.” “What town?” but we’re still waiting to see how the trio reacts to this news. Until then there’s plenty to keep us occupied.

It’s THE SEARCH FOR GOD: DAY ONE and I’m pretty damn stoked.

So what is Preacher? Preacher is a holy man, a criminal, and a vampire framed together in a car, all wearing sunglasses, accompanied by badass music… while Cass blathers on about how there are 17 million circumcisions done each year. Oh, and how the foreskins make it into face cream. Lovely. The biggest thing I take away from this though is that Cass watches Oprah and really, I don’t know why I didn’t realize that before.

We don’t have this calm for long though. Accompanied by Dexys Midnight Runners’ “Come on Eileen” we get Tulip and Jesse arguing over whether they should just use Genesis to get a cop off their tail, or try to outrun him with almost no gas. Cass speaks for the viewer when he says, “I love a good car chase.”

And as fun as it is, this scene also sets up an important theme for this season. Beyond Genesis’ violating aspects that Tulip obviously takes issue with (notable that the one woman in the group is the only one to raise concerns, even casually) she continually positions Genesis as the “lazy” way out of their troubles. It’s a smart move on the writers’ part as it does three things. It 1. Pushes to the forefront the moral ambiguity of Jesse using Genesis for anything, be it big or small, 2. Ensures that they don’t lack plot because he can pretty much solve anything and everything that comes his way (a common problem with ultra-powered characters), and 3. Creates plot by giving us this moral conflict between two of our main characters. So kudos there, Preacher team.

After the length of our song Tulip finally runs out of gas and suddenly, inexplicably, there’s about ten cops all surrounding the vehicle and drawing their guns. At first my brain went WTF but then I remembered. This is America. Of course there area million cops with trigger happy fingers.

That shit was the most realistic part of this episode.

Anyway.

What follows is a fantastical mess of crazy, interlocked situations that never once disappoint in entertaining us. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Preacher is a master of keeping the audience on its toes, blending horror with humor in a dynamic I’ve rarely seen elsewhere. We get a few moments of traditional creepy crawly feelings—like the store owner’s slow turn to regard the Saint of Killers, taking us with him; or Tulip and Cass going dead quiet as they hear something in the garage; or Mike’s whiskey rippling like the water glass in Jurassic Park, equating the Saint with a terrifying T-Rex—but for the most part this show won’t stay in one genre for more than a few minutes. It’s a series of endless juxtapositions:

The cringy humor of “mace your balls” alongside the tender way the two cops hold hands.

A heartfelt reciting of “The Yellow Rose of Texas” right before the first cop gets blasted.

Cass’ (horrifying) ingenuity of using the cop’s head to stop the car contrasted with his own stupidity of leaving his butt next to flowing gasoline.

In the midst of the chaos Jesse bends over Cass with his umbrella, the perfect shot of a perfect gentleman.

Tulip’s adorable heels and skirt coupled with smears of blood on her face from using a trail of intestines to siphon gas for the car she won’t leave in a bloody shootout.

It’s all, as the title card says, PREACHER.

As the trio runs off—with the Saint disappearing (for now) in the back window of their car—we’re given a little more info on the limits and consequences of Genesis. I like this scene where Jesse tells the store owner to “pretend” that he never saw them, because as we see soon after word choice (pretend vs. forget) has a serious impact. When standing before the Saint the owner can do nothing but repeat that the Preacher was never here, with tone and body language all screaming that it’s a lie. As punishment the Saint appropriately rips out his tongue.

In contrast we get a cute moment with Cass and Tulip in the store, with the former knowing the exact, disgusting recipe for washing the taste of gas + blood + intestine from your mouth. The emotional roller-coaster continues with Cass’ “Trust me” producing warm fuzzies, only for those to dissipate with Tulip’s cold demeanor, the horror of seeing shrapnel in Cass’ stomach, then oh no wait there’s a cute kitten, oh wait again he doesn’t like Cass he’s yowling a lot oH WAIT AGAIN CASS IS EATING THE KITTEN—

Goddammit, Preacher.

Pets do not fair well in this episode. RIP Mike’s dog.

Speaking of Mike, poor guy didn’t last long did he? No doubt this will be another common occurrence. We can’t forget that beyond Mike and Tammy and the slew of cops in this episode alone, the trio has already left a whole town of dead people behind them—to say nothing of Eugene getting sent to hell. Given the show’s willingness to engage with some questions of responsibility, I’ll be eager to see if the trio ever really deals with the body count they amass. For now though we have the big issue of Mike keeping women in cages in his garage. That’s horrible right? He can’t do that. Even if the women do (supposedly?) agree to his ministering. The line that seemed significant to me though was Mike threatening to call Ashley’s parents and her immediately calming down, saying no, when before she was begging Tulip for a phone—thus presenting that previous hysteria as just an act. Still, as always, it’s ambiguous. It’s not Preacher if you’re not fiercely uncomfortable and vaguely offended. One day I’ll need to try out a serious, feminist reading of this show and see where it stands.

Points in its favor though: nothing like fucking with the male gaze! Cass might look adoringly on Tulip with the appropriately sappy music playing, but it’ll happen while she’s picking something (probably body parts) out of her hair and it’s interrupted by her own frustrated expression. Hell yes.

The Cass/Tulip angle remains one of the biggest plot threads, alongside the trio dealing with the Saint and finding out about Annville. I’ll touch more on this as the show does, but for now let’s just say that my little bi, polyamorous supportive heart couldn’t take Cass begging to come clean to Jesse, or assuring them that they can TOTALLY still have sex with him in the bed (if only). Yes, a good argument can be made for queer baiting, I’ve certainly argued more ferociously on less, but there’s something about Preacher’s insanity that just makes me want to let (some) things slide.

Back on track though. Mike does seem like a psychopathic asshole—keeps women in cages, no clean house unless his dead wife is doing the work—but he did stab his own heart rather than rat out a friend, so kudos for that. Mike actually does a lot of work in a very short amount of time. Beyond giving our trio their lead he lets us know that supernatural forces are common beyond just Jesse and his friends, in that he was supposedly getting answers to his prayers before Genesis showed up. He continues Preacher’s tradition of grappling with technology’s place among the religious and the mythical (what good are books when you can just call angels on your telephone?). He visually emphasizes what the whole show is about—choice vs. faith—by choosing his own death, in his own chair, with his own damn whiskey at his side. Most importantly though, Mike introduces us to another HUGE aspect of the Preacher universe: Jesse’s family. I loved this little scene. The show did well to incite curiosity by commenting on but not showing us the photographs, and Jesse’s reaction to the questioning was both realistic (focusing on a singular sound when traumatic memories surfaced) and helpful to the viewer (we know now that this will be important later). I also liked the little treasure chest bobbing open in the fish tank. What sort of secrets will the chest reveal?

I have little to say about the strip joint beyond the fascinating detail that God loves Jazz and the fact that I’m too gay to be watching hot women in cat ears. I’m sorry. Serious reviewing here. I mean someone did just die. Again. Tammy’s shooting was very minor while it was going down, but Cass seemed surprisingly shook up about it later. Or rather, he was scared that her death might harm his standing with Jesse—“Padre I’m sorry. I won’t let you down again.” Between sleeping with Tulip and tuning his moral compass to what will most easily get him in Jesse’s good graces, Cass is heading for one hell of a fallout. Comics foreshadowing, anyone?

I’ll wrap this up with three other notes: 1. Cass listening to Tulip and Jesse going at it was equal parts sad and hilarious. 2. Having Jesse break down the door to get at Tulip was an amazingly creative way to showcase their relationship. That deserves more unpacking than I have the energy for at the moment. And 3. …. Wtf, Fiore. WTF?? I demand answers!

Thank god there’s another episode tomorrow.

Oh, last thing. We end the episode with the Saint menacingly coming down the street and Jesse desperately trying to force him to stop. It’s a good cliffhanger because, if you know the comics, the Saint should be just as affected by Genesis as everyone else. So he’s either got his ears plugged here, this is just an anxious dream of Jesse’s… or the show is going in some new, interesting directions. They’ve obviously changed a great deal already, but the mythology of the comics (who the characters are, what they do, what their limitations are) has remained mostly on point. So if this is indeed something the show is adding, I’ll be real interested to see where it leads.

Until tomorrow, friends! <3

Other Minor Things Worth Noting

I kind of love that Tulip was apparently driving 97mph but when you look out the windows they don’t seem to be driving very fast... like at all. Yes, shoddy editing, forgetful artistry, etc. but I like to view it as fairly reminiscent of their characters. With the lives they lead 97 is gonna feel very slow to the likes of the trio

The cop’s radio getting shot right when Jesse was going to use it was played for tension/humor, but it also goes a long way towards establishing the Saint’s abilities. He doesn’t miss and he always knows exactly where to shoot.

As always I enjoy Preacher’s distinct editing. In particular the time lapse of the Saint catching up added a wonderful, spooky element (almost as if he himself had sped up time), the title cards are always in unexpected places, and—new to the show—we had Cass’ final scene ending with a Loony Toons’ reminiscent circle, appropriate given the sheer what?-ness of seeing Fiore as a stage attraction. (And if anyone knows what that transition is called, do tell).

The “Do Not Trespass Against Us” sign was a fun, religious spin on the traditional trespassing sign.

I also liked Jesse delivering news of God’s absence like someone from the Army delivering news of a death. Both humorous and oddly touching.

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