#let mikaela go fucking wild

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Owari no Seraph chapter 135 english fan translation

AND I'M FINALLY CAUGHT UP official at here thanks as always bye

Having devoured his brother in arms, Ferid is preparing for the final decisive battle...

*horrible chewing sfx*

Owari no Seraph chapter 135: Beginning Battle of the End

Vampire Wives: ....Crowley-sama

Vampires Wives: Crowley-sama

Crowley: Ng...

Horn Skuld: We're finally able to see each other again

Horn Skuld: It's been quite a while, Crowley-sama. Although, ideally our reunion would have been under different circumstances

Chess: But seriously, Crowley-sama, how could you!? Did you even look for us once after we went missing, did you even spend a second of your time on searching for us!??

Crowley: Ah well, I figured you'd just gotten tired of me and run away

Chess: Like we'd ever!!!

Horn Skuld: No...I believe Crowley-sama knew what had become of us.

Crowley: Well, you two are my first disciples* afterall. In a way. But to think we'd all have been eaten by Ferid-kun. So what exactly is this place, what goes on here?

Horn Skuld: We're being slowly consumed during our demon transformation.

Crowley: So I guess that makes this Ferid's insides?

Chess: Just take a look over there!

Crowley: Well I'll be damned, so I guess I'll become a demon then. Something like the weapons the humans made, I wonder? Ferid-kun really is a man of many talents.

Crowley: Oh, shit-

Chess: This is how the digestion works-!

Chess: *screaming*

Horn Skuld: It seems that you'll lose consciousness as more of you gets digested.

Chess: iserysfdjsdfkljsd stopppppp

Crowley: Huh

Horn Skuld: It also, I should mention, doesn't seem that our voices are able to reach Ferid-sama from here. Since we were absorbed here, we've seen many vampires try to curse, question and scream at him, but...

Crowley: No answer?

Horn Skuld: None. At least, not to us.

Crowley: Hmmm, that so, Ferid-kun?

Crowley: Well, that's all well and good then. I guess we'll just watch from within, then. Maybe from in here, we just might catch a sight of that heart and those plans you've never opened up to us.

Ferid: You'd better watch closely, Crowley-kun. I want you to see the finale I've been working towards for so long.

Chess: WH-

Horn Skuld: How-

Horn Skuld: Crowley-sama!!?

Ferid: Let's get busy

Ferid: Now that I've eaten Crowley, who's lived within our plan for so long already, that probably just puts me past a third progenitor, but I wonder.

Ferid: Only one way to find out.

Yuu: Devour my desire! Mikaela, GO WILD!!

Saitou: These guys never want to just listen when someone's talking! Capture him unharmed!!

Ky: Are you sure about that??

Lest: Walk in the park, he's outnumbered.

Shikama: O Darkness, protect Y-.....

Shikama: Shit....Shinoa's attack is even affecting my physical body....she's a beast.

Shikama: O, Darkness. Turn the vampires to dust.

Yuu: *screaming*

Saitou: DUCK!!!!

Ky: Wh-

Lest: Huh?

Random Vampire Whose Name I Learned and then Forgot Again: Ah-

Ky: HOLY FUCK

Lest: What the hell are we in it with the First too!??

Ky: O, SWORD!!

Urd: Rigr!!

Saitou: Urd, watch my six.

Urd: O sword, drink as much blood as it takes.

Urd: Shit. Rigr, we're going to be in trouble fast if we don't cut them off at the source!!

Saitou: I expect nothing less of our Father, still having this much power.

Saitou: PROTECT!!

Yuu: HERE IT IS, MIKA!!

Saitou: DON'T LET HIM THROUGH, URD.

Urd: No way this is gonna end with 'unharmed.' Actually, if restraining him isn't an option I really don't care if he dies.

Shikama: Yuu...Yuu...**

Yuu: Ahh...he's got that same tired expression that was so characteristic of him in my memories...

Yuu: I still don't know if there's a way, but I've come to save you, Father.

Shikama: Hurry, I doubt I have much time left for what I need to pass on to you.....

Shinoa: Ha...hahaha!!!

Shinoa: All of it, all of it all of it all of it!!! I'm going to swallow you!!

Krul: .....what now? Your vibes are totally off, who are you?

Ferid: I'm a fan of yours, my queen.

The Third Progenitor Showdown begins....!!!

*this word can mean either family or like serfs, so I settled on something in between the two, so it feels like he has responsibility to them without assuming maybe more closeness than the text is willing to state

**Shikama here is calling Yuu like he called the eyeball in the ancient flashbacks. Earlier in this chapter or the last he was using the kanji for Yuu's name, like our Yuu, but here he's calling ユウ like the homonculous.

[3llisarts]

Note - This is my first time publishing a finished Chapter in a minute! This is based loosely off of an RP I’m doing with my best friend < 3 and with that I hope you all enjoy

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Chapter One

Months had passed since the battle of Egypt, where the Fallen had made his grand return and failed to defeat Optimus. Then again, the Decepticon cause had suffered multiple losses that day. The Fallen himself, to name one- and another, much more painful loss, Nitor. The lion-like cybertronian who was Wraith’s minion, similar to Ravage, who’d also met his demise that day. Wraith had been locked in a firefight with Ironhide, the Autobot’s weapons specialist, meanwhile, Rhys had taken off in hot pursuit of Sam Witwicky and his girlfriend, Mikaela Banes. The assassin had been closing in when Mirage thwarted her attempt, the cherry-red Autobot extending the blades along his arms and taking a wild swipe at Rhys.

Nitor had come out of nowhere, fastening his claws into Mirage’s upper back, throwing the Autobot off, and allowing Rhys time to get away. The small assassin was knocked backward into the sands, watching as the duo’s shadows were cast across the remains of an old building.

Mirage flung Nitor off and the massive metallic lion crashed to the ground in a heap, inches from Rhy’s feet. He rose steadily, shaking out his thick mane- comprised of thin metal strands- as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Nitor stood between Mirage and Rhys, his sharp tail lashing like a whip before he bared his teeth and leaped. The sound of him colliding with Mirage was thunderous, not unlike that of a high-speed car collision, before Mirage started up his rifle. Rhys was frozen in her spot, her dark brown eyes wide as she realized the direction their fight was heading.

While Nitor was one hell of a fighter, Mirage was bigger and faster. The red Autobot’s arm blades caught Nitor in the shoulder and the lion-like cybertronian collapsed, red energon seeping from his shoulder. Everything in Rhys’s body screamed at her to get up and run, but she couldn’t. She felt like she’d been rooted to her spot, so much so she could feel the individual grains of sand moving beneath her boots when she shuffled her feet.

Little droplets of red Energon splattered onto the desert sands as Nitor lowered his head. Despite his battered state, he was bent on protecting Rhys. The same way he’d been when he and Wraith had found her in the wreckage of her parent’s apartment when she was six years old. The cyber lion had laid at Rhys’s bedside, his rose-red eyes locked on her tiny, battered form as the doctor Wraith had ‘asked’ to help Rhys, monitored her condition. Nitor had all but been Rhys’s support as she recovered- laying at the foot of her bed or letting her lean against his powerful shoulders for support.

Rhys’s chest heaved with panting breaths as she watched Nitor stagger back and forth, “No- no-!” Nitor threw back his head and roared a challenge, his sledgehammer-sized paws splayed apart before he bunched his muscles and jumped. At the same time, Mirage whipped his arm back and caught the metallic feline clean in the neck. Red Energon splattered across the sand as Rhys watched in disbelief. Nitor staggered back and forth, his rose-red eyes flickering in and out of focus. He collapsed with a loud, guttural groan, his chin resting on his paws as a thin river of Energon seeped from his powerful jaws.

Rhys threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around Nitor and burying her face into his mane. She didn’t mind the sharp ends of his mane pricked her cheeks, which were quickly dampening with tears, “Nitor get up! Fucking get up!” The cyber lion gave a weak groan, nudging his face against Rhys’s bicep. A soft chuff vibrated deep in the creature’s throat, as a bit of red Energon smeared across Rhys’s forearm. “Please! We gotta go-,” Rhys trailed off, seeing Mirage’s shadow over her, blocking out the sun.

Rhys flinched, anticipating Mirage to resume his earlier mission and take her out once and for all. But the pain never came.

A loud whirring sound caught Rhys’s attention, and a blast of dark grey cannon fire whipped by, hitting Mirage square on the right side. Wraith- the inky-colored Decepticon watched the Autobot get flung to the side, crashing down the desert dunes in a heap.

Rhys woke up after that.

Bolting upright in bed, Rhys fought to get out of the thick, pristine white bedsheets like a bobcat with its foot caught in a trap. She drew her knees into her chest as she realized where she was- in her bedroom in her fellow Decepticon liaison-, Dylan Gould’s estate. Rhys slid out of bed and padded across the polished hardwood floor, making little sound as she moved. She carefully squeaked open her closet door, feeling around in the dark until she was sure she’d found her old Super Bee t-shirt, the soft fabric a dead giveaway. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans to boot, and one of her sports bras.

Rhys swallowed thickly and wiped the sweat off of her forehead, as a look of frustration crossed her face. Today was the second time in a week that she’d had that stupid fucking nightmare, and it was just as vivid as the first time. The assassin fumbled with the revolving wheel of her gun safe and swung the heavy door open, wrapping one hand around the edge to not have it slam into her bedroom wall. The last thing she wanted was to wake Dylan up and explain why she was up at… precisely 3:20 AM. Rhys grunted, cracking her back as she grabbed her combat knife and slid it into the little sheath holster at her hip, concealing it with a black hoodie that was about two sizes too big.

Then again, something else she didn’t need was Soundwave catching her either. She’d been coming back from a late-night walk after the first time she’d had that nightmare when the silver Mercedes SLS all but materialized out of the dark. The silver snitch- of course, he’d gone right to Dylan on the matter. Rhys couldn’t quite blame the Decepticon, though- he was like the equivalent of Wraith. Loyal to Dylan, and then Rhys, if he so found the time.

Funny enough, Rhys got along with Soundwave. And he, her. But Dylan and Wraith were another story entirely.

Rhys slipped out into the hallway, her hands stuffed into the pocket of her big black hoodie. She knew better than to put her boots on, lest she risk waking Dylan up with the thick fucking soles thumping down the stairs. And so, the small assassin slid on the pair of soft grey footie socks and flitted down the stairs like a ghost. So far so good- then again, she wasn’t about to drop her cautionary act in favor of a brief cocky span. No- that’s what led to Soundwave catching her the first time.

Staring up at the balcony overlooking the foyer, Rhys frowned, believing her eyes had been playing tricks on her with the shadows. But when she confirmed no one was up there, she crept down the hallway with her boots in one hand. She hummed, fiddling with the alarm system that was mounted to the left wall, beside the two glass doors that led out to the garden.

Two soft answering beeps confirmed the system was now down, then again Rhys didn’t have to worry about anyone breaking in. Wraith was parked out in the driveway, and Soundwave was beside him. Two very dangerous, high-ranking Decepticons. Rhys slipped out into the garden, closing the door behind her. The cool, early morning air was rather comforting, too. A nice change from Rhys’s bedroom- as she stared over her shoulder at the massive driveway- well, what was visible from the garden gate on the other side of the garden. Rhys could see Wraith’s big, blacked-out grille- and she knew it wouldn’t take much to wake him. She planned on doing so- just not right now.

Rhys turned and dashed to the garden gate, at the same time Wraith’s lights kicked on. There was a crackling sound, as the Decepticon’s human form materialized out of thin air. He appeared as a big man, with fair skin, rich dark brown eyes, and thick brown hair. For this morning’s appearance, the Decepticon was dressed in a form-fitting blue t-shirt and black jeans. “Little spider… where are you going? Are you alright?” Wraith asked, the European accent of his particularly thick. Rhys managed a tiny nod, “‘m alright, old friend~.” It wasn’t the full truth, nor was it a full lie either. Wraith cocked his head, his rose-red eyes gleaming in the dark, “would you like me to accompany you?”

“I’ll be okay,” Rhys replied and she offered Wraith a slight smile, “I just plan on going to the gas station.” She knew she could handle herself, though she had to admit that having her mentor come with her was rather comforting.

Wraith’s response was a little nod, “Very well. Be careful, little spider.” Rhys smiled softly, “I will, old friend,” and with that, the small assassin turned her attention to the vines growing along the walls of Dylan’s garden. Rhys grunted, reaching up as far as she could and grabbing one of the vines. She began to haul herself up, only pausing when her right foot slipped and she almost fell. The assassin’s breath hitched in her throat as she regained her footing, and resumed her climb.

Rhys pulled herself up to the top of the wall and sat down, gazing at the dark streets before her. Dylan only had a few neighbors, a few streets down. All rich assholes who were too wrapped up in their own problems to pay any attention to the night sky-colored Decepticon and his human apprentice living with Dylan.

Rhys looked over her shoulder at Dylan’s estate, and a small frown grazed her lips. She knew it was a matter of time before the CEO found out about her continued late-night/early-morning antics. He’d called her out on it after Soundwave caught her the first time, and Rhys had decided to lay low for a couple of weeks following the incident. The assassin knew better than to try and go out immediately. Then again, the stupid nightmare had been rather consistent.

The first day after Rhys and Wraith had returned from Egypt, Rhys had slept for a grand total of eleven hours. She wasn’t one for drinking away problems, especially given the fact that alcohol destroyed one’s judgment. And as an assassin, that was a gamble she couldn’t afford to take. She’d tried one can of Minute Man IPA while on a hit in North Carolina, in order to blend in with the rest of the partygoers before she realized she hated the taste and promptly chucked it into the trash can in the back of the bar. Nor was Rhys a big smoker.

Rhys had woken up that day and jumped into the shower. It’d taken two separate rinses before she really got all of the sand out of her thick, dark brown hair.

Rhys swung one leg over the wall and grasped onto the vines before she began her descent. The vines on the outside of the garden wall ended about three-quarters the way down, which left about a four-foot drop. Rhys stared hard at the ground a moment, her brows furrowed in a look of concentration. She dropped with a muffled grunt, standing up with a careful stretch. In her nearly twenty-year career as a Decepticon liaison- as an assassin, she’d perfected the art of dropping down from high places.

Growing up amongst killer robots, also meant you quickly learned how to move around without being detected. Then again, it didn’t take Rhy all that long to climb the ranks.

It was times like this when Rhys missed Nitor the most. From his rumbling breaths, from the sound of his big, metallic paws on the asphalt. A frown grazed Rhys’s lips as she made her way down the darkened street- eventually, coming to see the neon lights of the 7/11 ahead.

The little bell in the doorway gave away Rhys’ entry, as she slipped to the back of the convenience store. The assassin pulled her hood up over her head, fiddling with the hoodie strings for a moment. She pulled the fridge door back, enjoying the chilly air that wafted out before she reached in and grabbed a couple of cans of Monster. Ultra Paradise, Watermelon, and Zero are her three main favorites. Though she wasn’t picky- she couldn’t be, not with her job, anyway. The assassin would take whatever caffeine she could get.

Satisfied with her choices, Rhys made her way to the checkout counter. The attendant, an older woman with fair skin and heavy blue eyeshadow, glanced up at Rhys’s approach. “Haven’t seen ya in a minute, honey,” The older woman mused, ringing up the can of Ultra Paradise first. “I’ve been kinda busy with school,” Rhys replied smoothly, offering the gas station attendant her best smile, “so I figured I’d come by and stock up on my favorites.” The older woman uttered a soft sound in response, nodding as she rang in the Watermelon next, setting the red and silver can down beside its green neighbor.

“Semester goin’ alright?” The attendant asked as she finished ringing in the cans, setting the Zero by the other two. “Mhm,” Rhys began, “got finals coming up!” She heaved a soft laugh, “So I’ll probably be back for more.” The older woman cracked a smile in response, as Rhys paid for her drinks, “well~, good luck, hon. And I’m looking forward to seein’ ya again.” Rhys stashed the change in the pocket of her blue jeans, as she grabbed the bag with her drinks in one hand. Sparing one last look at the gas station attendant, Rhys opened the door and stepped out into the night once more.

Rhys jogged the majority of the way back to Dylan’s estate, holding tightly to the brown plastic bag as she began the climb over his garden wall. She heaved herself to the top with a grunt, carefully picking her way back down. So far, she’d managed to sneak in successfully. She hadn’t even alerted Soundwave- which was good, lest the silver snitch go to Dylan again. The assassin sprinted across the lawn to the other garden gate, as Wraith’s human form materialized out of the dark. His red gaze was thoughtful, “it is good to see you back, little spider~.” “It’s good to be back, old friend,” Rhys replied with a small smile, “I take it- no one else knows I left?” Wraith shook his head, “no one. The pest is still asleep.”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Rhys murmured and Wraith nodded, watching the young woman make her way back into Dylan’s estate.

By the time morning came- or rather, late morning, Rhys woke up. She hadn’t bothered to change out of her early morning gas station run outfit, having crawled under the covers and passed out moments later. Still, the assassin made an effort to brush her hair before she grabbed the can of Ultra Watermelon from the bag and then rolled downstairs.

Dylan was downstairs in the kitchen, his chef having just made breakfast. The man looked up as Rhys padded into the kitchen, “You know… I was wondering when you’d be coming down.” Rhys raised an eyebrow, taking a particularly long sip of her drink while holding Dylan’s gaze, “I usually wake up late.” “Mhm,” Dylan said in seeming agreement, the look on his face thoughtful, “and do you usually run out to the 7/11 at three in the morning, too?” Rhys almost choked on the Watermelon she’d been working on, feeling the fizzy watermelon liquid bubble up, “how did you…?”

“I think you forget, I’ve got eyes everywhere,” Dylan said softly, and Rhys knew exactly how he’d caught her. Laser Beak, Soundwave’s surviving minion. Of course, she’d completely forgotten about the bird-like Decepticon.

“You can be as mad as you want,” Dylan mused, “but that still doesn’t change the fact that you’ve got to be careful. Wraith too.”

Rhys took a long sip from her Ultra Watermelon before she spoke, “I am careful!” She insisted. Dylan raised an eyebrow, “Really? With the way you strolled right into the 7/11?” Rhys knocked back the rest of her Monster and wiped the fizzy red liquid off of her upper lip, “I’m gonna dismantle that fuckin’ bird.” Dylan made a small sound of amusement, “You went through all that trouble, and you forgot about Laser Beak-.”

[inescapablexfate]

muse: mikaela “mike” matthews. she/her, bisexual. line cook and underground boxer.

open to: m/f/x. friend, partner, roommate, rival? idk go wild.

plot: you will let her take care of you Or Else.

“no, no, don’t give me that fucking look,” she says, pushing the bowl even closer to them. “eat. it’s good and you look like you’re about to pass out.”

[sillyrabbit81]

Tropesville - Chapter Twelve

Summary: Noah takes care of Mika after her ordeal and Noah makes a confession of his own.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Mikaela (OFC)

Word Count: approx. 2.6k

Warnings: smut, slight tickling.

Authors Note: I got a prompt from @omgkatinka and I started it as a one-shot and thought, nah, I could do heaps with this and it just kept expanding. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Thanks to @amberangel112 for their help on this, Beta reading and helping me get my wild ideas in order.

Masterlist

Chapter Eleven Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Twelve

Syverson POV

Mika’s body was so cold as I held her against me, but her mouth was so warm. I got lost in her as her soft lips moved against mine. I forgot where we were, how we got here, and all I could think about was her kiss and her words, “I fell for you, and I wanted it to be you.” Nothing else she said mattered. I didn’t care if I was her first lover or her hundredth as long as I was her last.

She shivered against me. I had to get her inside and warm her up. I slowed my kiss and pulled away from her. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, she looked like a drowned kitten, the hair she spent an hour on this morning stuck to her face as I pushed it back. Her large eyes were red, her nose and cheeks were too, but she seemed to have stopped crying. She sniffled and wiped at her nose. “Poor little Chicken,” I whispered.

I kissed her again, just a chaste kiss, I wanted more, but I could wait. I picked up my fallen jacket and brought her close under my arm, “Come on, let’s go back to the room and get you warmed up.” Mika nodded and I took her inside.

We both dripped water all the way to our room. The hotel staff looked askance at us as we went through the lobby, but they didn’t say anything. When we arrived, I pointed to the bedroom, “Bathroom, you need a shower to warm up.” Mika nodded. She’d had so much to say earlier, but now she said nothing. She ambled into the bathroom, seemingly dazed. I followed her as she dropped her wet shawl onto the floor, and I saw her trying to undo the clasp of her dress.

“Here,” I said. “Let me.” She gave me a wane smile and turned around, she looked down at her feet. Her spine stretched down her neck and I barely stopped myself from tracing it from her hairline to her dress. I wanted to touch her so bad. I undid that tiny clap before I took the zip tab and pulled it down, slowly revealing her back all the way to the top of her sweet round butt.

I slid the straps off her shoulders, and she wriggled out of her dress letting it fall to the floor. “Fuck,” I breathed. She was wearing that pink set of underwear I had seen in her bag on that first night and she was wearing some stay up stockings. She looked so fucking hot, I didn’t want her to take any of it off, but she was freezing, and I could see goosebumps forming on her arms. I swallowed hard, ignoring the growing throb between my legs, I unclipped her bra and let it fall. I got to my knees, slipped her feet out of her shoes and with difficulty pulled down her wet stockings. My hands reached for her panties, but I couldn’t keep my eyes averted and they flicked up and saw she was looking at me.

Her bottom lip was in between her teeth, digging into her soft flesh. Her chest huffed, as the rest of her trembled. Don’t be a selfish prick Sy, she’s freezing. Closing my eyes, I kissed her belly. I had to, I had to do something, or I would burst as I slid her panties down her legs. Then I stood quickly turning the shower on, checking the temperature with my wrist until it felt warm enough. I jerked my head towards the shower. “Go on,” I said.

I undressed quickly, which isn’t easy when your clothes are all wet, before following Mika in the shower. I tried to hide my semi from her, but I guess it was impossible as I pulled her into a hug. Mika put her arms around my waist, her hands placed flat on my back and laid her head on my chest. I made sure she was mostly under the water and slowly her body seemed to heat up and she stopped shivering.

Mika’s hair was still up, and I could see some of the pins in it. I pursed my lips; she was going to have to dry her hair off after the shower and it would be easier done let down. I started taking them out but after a few she flinched and hissed, “Ouch.”

I chuckled, “Sorry, Chicken. Want me to stop?”

She shook her head, and I renewed my efforts to be gentle as I pulled the pins out. Her hair gradually came out and fell down her back. I laid my hands on her and she felt tight, like every muscle was tensed ready to be unleashed. I lifted her chin so I could look at her and saw the fear in her eyes despite the way she clung to me. It shouldn’t have stirred me, but it did, and I felt the blood rush to my cock.

Mika must have felt it, must feel me growing harder by the second, but she didn’t look away. She was killing me with those eyes, those big, innocent blue eyes. A million fantasies flew through my mind, I could take her now, lift her onto my waist, wrap her legs around me, push her against the tiles. I looked away, I didn’t want her to see the thoughts in my eyes. No, this was going to be her first time, it wouldn’t be about me. There would be plenty of time for me if I don’t fuck this up. She waited a long time for this, and I didn’t want to disappoint her or scare her.

I cleared my throat, “You okay now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Mika said, her voice was breathy and deep almost a whisper.

“Wait here,” I said, pulling her arms away. I got out, wrapped a towel around my waist and went looking for that robe she had earlier. I brought it into her and held it open for her as she turned the shower off. I helped her put it on and grabbed another towel, and started drying her hair off, before Mika took the towel off me and dried her own hair. I got another towel from the rack and dried myself. I took the time to think. What was I going to do now? I had no idea. I knew what I would have done if it wasn’t her first time, if she didn’t seem so afraid and yet so willing. It was going to be a fine line to walk, and I wasn’t sure I could do it.

I watched Mika as she removed her make-up. It was a shame, she looked so pretty with it on. I mean, she looked just as good without it, but she had put so much effort into her hair and everything, it seemed a shame it was all gone. My eyes went to the pink underwear and stockings still on the floor and smiled when I realised she had gone to that effort for me. I shook my head, silly girl, as if I needed any of that to find her attractive.

Mika started rubbing her eyes and her forehead like she was getting a headache. She’s been through a lot the past couple of days, no wonder she seemed exhausted now. “Why don’t ya go lay down for a while, Chicken? Have a rest.” Mika nodded and got in bed with her robe still on, pulling the covers up under her chin. I picked up our wet clothes and hung them over the shower screen as best I could, hoping they would dry. I turned the lights off in the bathroom, closed the blinds in the bedroom and went into the loungeroom, closing the door behind me.

“Noah?” Mika’s small voice called to me.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not…” she stopped unsure and sat up a bit. I went back into the bedroom, waited for her to speak. “You’re not going to stay with me?”

“I thought you might want to sleep,” I said.

Mika shook her head. “Not without you.”

There she goes again, being all shy but also so bold. “I’ll go put some shorts on.”

“You don’t have to,” she said. I closed my eyes and steadied myself. My fantasies ran wild in my head and made it difficult to think straight. With great effort I took a second to calm and hoped she didn’t notice.

“Alright,” I said, when I trusted myself to speak. “Just give me a second.” I closed the door behind me and went to my bag, unzipping a small internal pocket. I stared at the box of condoms I had brought it with me with the hope that we would get to use them but it felt weird. I hadn’t had sex with a condom on for nearly fifteen years. I wasn’t even sure if I had the right size. Fuck, I felt almost like a virgin myself in that moment. I grabbed the box and took a strip of the condoms out, pulling out five. Well, that’s a bit optimistic, I thought. I took two with me in case I fucked up putting it on. As I put the box back in my bag and went into the bedroom I wondered if I should make my own confession to Mika. Maybe it would help her.

I dropped my towel and the condoms on the floor beside the bed and climbed in. I was barely under the blankets when Mika settled under my arm and used my shoulder as a pillow. It was just like how I held her this morning when she touched me, the only difference was that she was clothed, and her hand was nestled in my chest hair. We both laid like that for some time. I felt a calm contentment and despite not being tired, I felt my eyes slowly close.

“Shit.” I felt a jab in my side. I looked down to see Mika grinning. “Did you poke me again, woman?”

“You were snoring,” she said. “I thought I made that up, but you really do snore.”

“You’re in trouble now, Chicken,” I held Mika’s hand in mine, and as quickly as I could I put her arm above her head and grabbed her other hand while I flipped her onto her back and rolled on top of her. I growled into her neck, deliberately tickling her and she started squirming then giggling then begging me to stop.

I stopped but couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Mika was under me, her hands trapped in one of mine, her face happy and flushed, still panting, and smiling with laughter. Fuck me she was beautiful. With my free hand I held her cheek, caressing it, unable to stop myself from taking in her features, memorising every tiny freckle on her nose. Slowly her laughter stilled, and smile faded as the fear came back into her eyes. I hated that, and worse, I hated that it made me hard.

“You scared again?” I asked. Mika nodded. “You afraid of me?” she shook her head. “Good. You afraid it will hurt?” She shook her head. Now I was confused. “What are you afraid of?”

Mika bit her lip again, and was quiet for so long, I thought she maybe wasn’t going to say anything at all. “I’m scared I won’t be any good at it.”

My eyebrows raised, “Are you kiddin’?” Mika looked serious. “Oh no, you don’t have to worry about that. There ain’t no way it’s not gonna be great.”

With a small voice she said, “But I’ve never done it before and you… you’re so…” She didn’t finish, but I knew what she was going to say.

“Mika, I ain’t what you think,” I said. “I know it sounds strange but I’m not that much more experienced than you.” She looked disbelieving so I continued. “Liza and I had been together since high school. She’s, uh,” I started to stutter, I didn’t think it’d be this hard to admit. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

Mika blinked and I could very nearly see the thoughts turning over in her head. “Really? But you seem so confident.”

I shrugged, “I’m just doin’ what I feel. What feels right.” I smiled at her and said, “And Mika, you just feel right.”

It seemed like the right thing to say because Mika’s smile and her nervous titter came back. My grin grew bigger too as I saw her visibly calm, her shoulders loosened, and her brows relaxed. I wondered if now was the time to make my move and for a second, doubt crept in.

Fuck it, I thought, and I kissed her. I wasn’t gentle about it either something in me took over, and wanted to own her, consume her, take every part of her. My hand squeezed hers as I rutted against her, feeling myself stiffen as the movements of my hips sought her sex. Mika kissed me back with an ardour I hadn’t felt from her before. Her teeth teasingly sunk into my lip, and I groaned as she released me. “Fuck Mika,” I heard myself say.

I let go of her hands and sat on my knees, and meeting her pleading eyes I undid her robe, flinging in open. My eyes drank in the sight of her, the gentle curves and lines of her body as her waist flared to her hips, the tantalising v shape her legs made at their apex, and the delights hidden by soft hair on mound. I sucked my lips into my mouth, I didn’t know what to say, I only knew I wanted her to feel special.

“What are you doing Noah?” Mika asked, the nervous giggle was in her voice, but she didn’t seem to be scared anymore, more like she was excited.

“Just lookin’ at ya,” I said, laying my hands over her waist, feeling how soft and smooth her skin is. “I like looking at you.” I grinned, “You’re very cute.” Mika blushed and tried to close her robe. I took her hands again and I don’t know where it came from, but the words spilled out, "Please, I want to look at you, touch, kiss you, make love to you," I leaned down, slipping my legs between hers, and lowering my chest onto hers. “If you’ll have me.”

I very nearly held my breath as I waited for her reply. Mika tugged her hand and I let it go. She brought it to my face, caressing my cheek gently and letting her fingers trace my bearded jaw. When her palm passed my lips, I kissed it. She smiled, still shyly, but she was nodding, “I want you, Noah.” Her voice was soft and though she whispered, her intent was firm.

Mika guided my mouth to hers, and this time our kiss was tender. Now that she said yes, she wants me, much of my feverish need was quelled and I wanted to take my time, go slow, not rush into it like a teenager. I wanted this to be special for the both of us. I kissed down Mika’s jaw to the soft skin of her neck. She moaned and moved, and I felt the heat from her centre as she writhed. “Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my hand hard on her hips to keep them still, but she wouldn’t stop, so I removed my hand and let our instincts take over.

Chapter Thirteen

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this pack shot serotonin straight into my veins (full thoughts below)

okay i fucking love this pack, i don’t even care if i sound like a bootlicker fjksjd i feel like the sims team actually listened to what we enjoy in packs and gave us something we can all use, whether you’re into family gameplay or.. whatever else you guys do jsdkjs

MY FAVORITE THINGS;

⋙ hiking!! is so cute!! as you can see, i had 8 sims go on a hike together so i thought for sure that they would split up and it would be a mess, but they stayed in one group the whole time and were talking to each other, taking pics, changing their walk styles, etc. it felt so alive and adorable. and at the end, they all got sentiments bringing them closer together! (also, there’s more than 1 hiking spot! and more than 1 route in each! it’s soo big!)

⋙ SLEDDING!!! i’m obsessed!! it has the cutest animations, you can use any combination of ages (and they all have new animations for each -- like stevie & asa went over this big hill and it was a disaster, but mikaela & baby sadie’s ride was totally smooth). outstanding ;-;

⋙ you can live in the world, or there’s rentals! that was super helpful.

⋙ they weren’t lazy with the animations. there are new ones for skiing & snowboarding, different types of falling, different faces based on skill, etc. also, the kotatsu! so cute!!

⋙ the world is beautiful and feels so alive. it doesn’t feel like a vacation world like granite falls or selvadorada do, it feels real. and the townies have lore!!! (never before seen in ts4 lmao) and there’s plenty of little things to do in the world to keep you busy.

⋙ build buy & cas items are just *chefs kiss* SO CUTE. especially bb, it feels so detailed and there are plenty of new items with new interactions. cas items are wild with patterns which i usually hate, but it’s outdoor clothes so it makes sense. and the hairs are amazing!

MY NOT-SO-FAVORITE THINGS;

⋙ onsen woohoo is really strange because it gives you the option to do it in the public spa area, but like.. there are children around?? and they don’t go away? very weird. even wicked whims was like “nah we’re not letting you do that” but the game itself was like “go ahead, woohoo in public” so... just weird.

⋙ i can’t remember what it’s called, but the up-and-coming town area is soo empty. just a big slab of concrete with 1 or 2 sims walking by every now and then.

⋙ why do they want me to take a picture of a sacred grave... very strange

⋙ i wish toddlers could go hiking too. it would make sense for a parent to hold them the whole time, so the toddler wouldn’t slow the rest of the group down, but instead they just... leave the toddler at the entrance lmao

[mocacheezy]

Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

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Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

[ao3feed-yuumikayuu]

Rewritten

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by AliceinHyruleBastion

"Come one, come all, and experience the world of the odd and incredible!"

Like snapshots, like leaves falling in sepias, Yuuichirou is introduced to the wild world of the Ichinose Circus, where his breath is taken away by the striking elegance of a trapeze artist with eyes like oceans that haunt Yuu.

Inevitably, he slowly, slowly falls, sincere and deep-set, but only one things stands in there way-

The eye of society.

(But hell, since when have circus members ever given a damn about they think?)

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The Greatest Showman AU, with the Ichinose Circus Spectacular!

Words: 6029, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou

Additional Tags: the greatest showman au, based off a movie, (I'm garbage let me be), Trapeze Artist!Mika, Circus Assistant!Yuu, Period-Typical Homophobia, sorta snapshot-y?, I recommend seeing/knowing how the movie goes before trying to read!, songfic ofc, I wrote all of this in one go instead of sleeping yay me, Yuu is very very long gone, lots of trapeze shenanigans- do not recommend trying at home kiddos, Guren's the only other one who's sorta in here so sorry!!, oh fuck I completely forgot:, there's a scene with a fire and there's some violence and hospital time there OOPS

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[megbox]

2017 Year in Review

Previous posts: (2016) (2015) (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011) 

Oh, 2017. I wish I could bottle you up and take sips of you when things in the future get sad and grey. What a wild ride you have been. These posts continue to get longer and more self-indulgent, and I’ll warn you upfront that 2017 will be no exception. I find sometimes that I’ll explain a story from this year to someone and they’ll blink back at me like... what. I find myself thinking that sometimes. 

I have decided to deem 2017 the year of spontaneous recovery. Not without a few setbacks but really, what kind of recovery ever goes smoothly? Certainly not mine. It was more like gradual-and-then-sudden recovery. Simple recovery. Recovery you do not even really notice until you’re far enough removed from what sucked in your life. 2017 has seen me go back to school, work 60-hour weeks to afford a spontaneous Europe trip to spend time with a boy I’d only known for a month, have a threesome, total my car, get an STI (unrelated to the threesome LOL), figure out what I want to do with my career and really go for it, and take the best vacation of my entire life. So without further ado, let’s jump in. 

January 

So January actually really sucked. Something I’ve realized about myself over the course of the entire year is that I deal poorly with change and January was full of it. No school to return to, my contract at Graham came to an end, and I found myself sitting around at home, sleeping in until 11:00am just to wake up and apply for jobs that I did not even want and check my calendar to see if I waitressed that night. The post-graduation slump was the real deal. 

On January 8th, I totalled my Jeep on the way to work. I did hit another vehicle but thankfully everyone was unharmed. I’ve only experienced acute shock like that once before and goddamn this time was just as awful. 0/10 experience, do not recommend. The only upside is that while insurance did their thing, I got to drive what I affectionately referred to as “the clown car” aka a 2016 Mini Cooper that was amazing on gas and had rainbow lights inside. 

In an attempt to fill the void that was my life in January, I started doing intake support at the Calgary Sexual Health Centre as a volunteer. It was in my orientation here that I made the decision to apply for the social work program at the U of C. The facilitator found me on break and asked me if I was a social worker and something clicked. I went home that day, heart racing, and started researching it. I realized - what better way to know what you want to do with your life than to look at how you spend your unpaid time? She’ll never read this but thanks Chelsea, you have no idea the impact that one question had on my little life! 

February 

Another contributor to February’s stress was that my single-job life did not afford me the financial freedom to pay my bills. This was alleviated in February when my restaurant switched from a pooled-tip to an individual tip system and I immediately began making triple the amount in tips (despite being an active resistor to the switch... LOL... I tuned in real quick). Valentine’s Day of this year was one of my favourite shifts serving of my life. They let us dress up so I wore a red dress and lipstick and flower in my hair, carried cinnamon hearts in my pocket and at one time let out a “hell yeah, girl” when a lady requested more garlic bread LOLOL 

Over the long weekend, I went to Kananaskis and stayed in a wilderness hostel for Shelby’s birthday. She’s a good friend now but at the time, Shelby and I were in kind of that peripheral-friend stage. I was super nervous about going since I hardly knew anybody but OMG WHAT AN AMAZING WEEKEND. We skied our faces off, drank Copper Moon pinot noir from a box, played Canadian trivia games, slept in bunk beds and gathered around a bonfire at night. Ali joined me on the second night and ugh I wasn’t even wearing MAKEUP I was just LIVING MY LIFE AND IT WAS SO NICE. 

Okayokay. Now... this might be kind of weird to write in a year in review but February was also the very first time I slept with someone who is not my ex-boyfriend. This is a big deal because it was something I had built up in my mind like crazy... imagining it would be this earth-shattering experience that opened the sexual floodgates. It was not. It was very... normal. I didn’t even tell my friends about it for like ten days (VERY uncharacteristic for me. Usually I get out the metaphorical megaphone and scream it from the rooftops cause I’m so excited). In retrospect though, I do recall slinking back upstairs and running into Sydney in the kitchen. She’s like, “wtf did you sleep downstairs?” I looked back at her... yes... yes that’s exactly what happened... heh so who knows. ANYWAYS. I woke up the next morning feeling literally no different than I had the night before and that is exactly what I needed it to feel like. No big deal. It was important in its complete and total unimportantness. He will never read this but I ended up just shamelessly ghosting this dude after he used the l-o-v-e word WAY too early (another theme of the last like... year and a half) and then he came to my place on my birthday uninvited with a VERY expensive and thoughtful present of a bunch of vinyl records from all of my favourite musicians and I ACCEPTED IT LMAOOOO because I really wanted those fucking records. Wow. I suck. 

March 

We (so, me and my four best friends from Famoso) deemed it “Mellow March” and attempted to forego drinking and fast food for the entire 31 days of the month. Let me go on record to say that none of us made it (I think Alex literally made it one day... but he had a date so we’ll let it slide) but I made it the farthest which was 17 days. 

I was in a super-into-running phase during March and crushed a 5km fun run on St. Patrick’s Day with my family and my brother’s girlfriend. It was -18 degrees and I’m dumb and didn’t warm up nor cool down. The Bluetooth headphones my brother lent me also died 30 seconds into the run from the cold. I NEVER run without music. I was in pain. It was so boring. I suspect this is the incident in which I injured my MCL. The bright side is that it’s technically a personal best, and my mom won her WEIGHT in Village beer. 

OKAY now for the best part of March. FELIX FELIX FELIX. Felix is a German boy. He was nearing the end of a year-long working holiday visa trip through Canada when I met him at a bar the night I broke Mellow March (which I almost didn’t go to... so moral of the story: ALWAYS go!). I think a total of one hour elapsed from the time I met him to us being in a taxi on the way back to my house. I’m not sure if it was the German accent, the copious amounts of happy hour drinks Mikaela and I had consumed prior to the bar, or his whole carefree-traveler thing that sealed the deal - probably a combination of all three - but I felt ZERO apprehension about the whole thing and it was an amazing and unexpected night. I went to brunch the next morning in the previous night’s makeup, still tipsy and totally elated to share with my friends the adventures of the night before. I took him on a date where I picked him up at his hostel and we drove to Lake Louise and Moraine Lake and talked about everything and shared music. It’s a cool experience to be able to show someone those places for the first time. We came back to my house and made dinner and he taught me how to play Highway to Hell by AC/DC on guitar. Your girl was smitten. 

April 

April was Felix-crazy month. Seriously. I should take a moment here to thank my former roommates for being so cool about him staying over so much in between his trips. You guys rock. :’) 

April is also my birthday month!!! Felix was in Banff but he took a greyhound to Calgary to spend the day with me. He had flowers and Sea Cider and I was basically just heart-eyes emoji’ing the whole damn day. We rented an Airbnb for the night on the top floor of this beautiful condo building in downtown Calgary, drank champagne, got tacos, and watched the sunset over the skyline. Felix told me it was the best day of his entire Canada trip and it was definitely a day I’ll always remember. Later on the weekend, my brother and I had a joint party which was so much FUNNNNNN we got up on the couch and made a toast and they played “All the Small Things” by Blink 182 just so everyone could yell “NOBODY LIKES YOU WHEN YOU’RE 23″ at me. Tres bien. 

Aaaand then Felix left on the 20th. I drove him to the airport and I’m telling you... it was sad. It honestly felt like a breakup except there was no fight or conflict that ended things it was just like... you live in another part of the world. We have to say bye and we don’t want to and this really sucks. We BOTH cried and for the following week I was just an abysmal shell of a human being. True to form, I could not handle the fact that I’d never see him again and so six days after he left I booked my flight to visit him with NO idea how I was going to afford it. 

May 

Okay May also sucked. The only good part of May was that I received my formal acceptance to the social work program. 

The rest of the month was spent at work. That is not an exaggeration. I picked up a second job hostessing at this restaurant in my city located within a trendy hotel with a pool patio. At first, I was super excited to be working there because it was fun and a relatively easy job, I had a mild crush on one of my coworkers, and I really needed the money. Then reality set in. This place aims to be a cool, collected place for Calgary’s rich and famous to sip cocktails by the pool and mingle. Unfortunately for this establishment, the people who actually showed up are basically Calgary’s own Jersey Shore. Tans, fake boobs, tribal tattoos, oil-rig money, thong bikinis, cocaine, and $800 bar tabs are what we got. The job went from hostess to nightclub bouncer as soon as the sun was out. It didn’t matter what day of the week it was... these animals would show up at 11:00am on a Monday and be cannon-balling into the pool by 12:45pm having consumed 30oz of our finest rum. I’d work every day there and then hightail it to Famoso to work another 5-8 hours. I was fucking miserable and my only solace was Skyping Felix every morning before I left. 

June 

The first half of June was exactly like May until the 16th. I was finally free on vacation. I literally took my heels off and ran barefoot down the street to my car after being dismissed from work on the 15th, nearly crying of excitement that I wouldn’t have to return for three weeks. 

The first stop was Stacey and Mike’s wedding at the Burrowing Owl winery in Osoyoos, BC. I HAD NEVER BEEN TO A WEDDING BEFORE AS AN ADULT and this one was in BEAUTIFUL SUNNY OSOYOOS and had an open bar and I was with my best friends. Some remarks: 

Alex and I got ready and were lookin’ super fancy and I needed hairspray so we drove to Shopper’s and when we got out of the car, a lady on the street remarked to her friend, “Oh my god, what a beautiful couple.” We just... our egos soared... we laughed about it the whole day. 

Getting a taxi in Osoyoos is among the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life. 

I cried at the ceremony because I am sucker. 

Stacey’s family drama totally enveloped the wedding and I have to admit - her mother was such a total b*tch to us and CLEARLY did not want us at the wedding (what kind of person doesn’t want the brides FRIENDS at the wedding???? honestly) and it made us feel awkward. 

My favourite part of the whole night (aside from the DANK charcuterie board that emerged at the midnight buffet... my god... I almost passed out I was so happy... that CREAMY gorgonzola... I will dream about it forever) was at the unofficial afterparty which was all of us just chillin’ in our fancy clothes in the penthouse suite of this winery. The newlyweds, us, and some of Stacey’s siblings were on the balcony sipping leftover champagne and everyone else smoked a joint while I consumed about a pound of fresh cheese and meats. 

The 19th was my one day in between Osoyoos and Germany. I invited my friends to go out drinking since I hadn’t seen them in so long. And in a move that none of my friends will ever let me forget, I got wasted... karaoke was put into the mix... and long story short, I missed my 7:22am flight to Germany. In fact, Emma texted me a sweet “have so much fun!” text at 7:45am and that is what woke me up. I cannot even IMAGINE how I looked rolling into the airport... still drunk, Lululemons on inside out and backwards, glasses hanging off of my no-makeup face and full of adrenaline and anxiety. I cried, begged, sat on hold for 1.5 hours and offered some vague explanations about “last night” to the Westjet employees and was put on a later flight for a minor fee of $100. It all worked out and I only made it to Germany three hours later than I was supposed to. 

And so then... Germany. God damn, I really can’t summarize Germany. My friends nicknamed it #IBC2017 (aka: International Booty Call 2017) which is kind of exactly what it was. But oh my god. It feels so weird and cool to arrive in a country you’ve never been before and had no intention of visiting two months prior, and have a local at the airport, with flowers, to pick you up. And to BE that person having that stupid reunion. Felix lives in a fairly small-town part of Germany at the very north, so I spent most of my time there and in other small German towns around it. We also drove to Copenhagen, took a day trip to Malmo, Sweden, and visited some of the larger cities in Germany like Hamburg and Berlin. 

Ugh I can’t summarize. I’m just going to list random memories: 

We drank so much DELICIOUS German beer and ate so much bread (seriously the bread game in Germany is out of this world... I didn’t realize how much better bread could get but... wow)

I ate pastries that looked like Pepe in Copenhagen 

Felix gave me a scar from tripping while holding baked brie cheese that was literally just out of the oven and splashing me with this molten lava cheese on my arm

I rode the Drop of Doom with Felix and his two friends at this city festival in Kiel which was like a baby Stampede kind of without the country theme 

I learned that the German word for pug is “mops” which is also slang for “tits” which resulted in the most hilarious inside joke ever

Felix’s mother told me I had been touched by angels (lmao) and I got to tour the broadcasting station for all of Northern and Central Germany and see a live taping of a nutrition broadcast (in German... but still... pretty cool) 

I HAD A THREESOME IN BERLIN LOLOLOL after a wild night of clubbing. Observations post-threesome: sex without jealousy is POSSIBLE and FUN, I am super straight. Super super SUPER straight. The momentary awkwardness in between certain times was actually kind of endearing and normalizing. We invited her to hang out with us the next day but all of us were literally exhausted and hungover and she escaped into the streets of Berlin never to be seen again. Goodbye sweet German girl.

July 

I was still in Germany for the first week of July. I started to get my work schedule for that horrible job at the hotel and so impulsively I sent a polite but cowardly email to my boss from the Zurich airport notifying them of my resignation. It worked out because it was about 3am Calgary time when I sent it, which I feel added emphasis to the “fuck this job” thing, and I immediately had to board a nine hour flight so I couldn’t check my phone every five minutes for a response. 

Leaving Germany was not as sad as when Felix left Canada. I love my life in Canada and despite a brief moment at the airport where I considered just... not... returning... I soon came to my senses lmao and boarded the plane. And now I’m left with some Polaroid pictures, a few extra stamps in my passport, a beautiful handwritten letter and a million hilarious memories and the knowledge of how to say “i like big tits/pugs” in German. 

The rest of July was just work work work work work. And Stampede. I have to give props to Steven here for going out every. single. night. Where do you get this kind of stamina??? This kind of money???? Dear god. Another good friend of mine had a threesome with two pilots she met at the Cowboys tent this year. Not really a part of MY year but worth a mention nonetheless. The texts in the group chat the next morning... legendary. 

The end of July was also when I moved out of the Brenthood house. There are definitely reasons why they say not to live with your best friends but honestly???? I loved that house in a weird way. I do miss seeing my old roommates every day and having moments like when Emma texted her ex “Good night.” because he wasn’t responding to her (it was like 8pm) and he immediately... and I do mean IMMEDIATELY called her. O m g we were howling with laughter. Brenthood may have been dank and cold but it was also super fun. Miss you, my old bad bois/roommates <3 

August 

AUGUST SUCKED. AUGUST WAS THE ABSOLUTE WORST. I worked SO much and the only bright side was that I was able to pay off my entire Europe trip in cash by the first two weeks due to that sweet sweet patio-serving tip money. 

Mostly August sucked because I got chlamydia. Yep. Well, technically the chlamydia was acquired in June. But I became aware of its existence on the very first day of August. The infection itself is no big deal. It’s curable, my symptoms were very minimal, and it was really more of an inconvenience than anything else. The drugs they gave me though... oh my god they made me so violently nauseous and I literally felt my insides cramping. ZERO OUT OF TEN EXPERIENCE. NEGATIVE TEN OUT OF TEN. Would NOT recommend. The circumstances surrounding how I acquired chlamydia is what made August sucks so bad though. They sent me tumbling down into a dark place where I really do not spend much time anymore. I was very very sad. There is something to be said for really bad things happening every single time you see a certain person. Like, how many signs can the universe give you? How many ways does someone have to prove to you they are a piece of shit before you finally realize it? Apparently chlamydia will do the trick!!! 

I’m not sure if any of you have ever had an STI but in Alberta they have a very detailed record-keeping system as far as testing and treatment. So when I went through this process myself I learned that the person who gave me the STI had weeks to tell me and never did. They’d been tested and treated before I even got the call from a random nurse. I’m not sure if they were hoping I wouldn’t be able to narrow it down or whatever their motives were... but it feels pretty shitty to know that someone you trusted to wear a condom if necessary didn’t even care enough about you to let you know about an STI themselves. I felt gross and sad and ashamed to be dealing with the same old shit. 

Aaand lastly Steven moved away to Burnaby for grad school. Due to the aforementioned antibiotics I couldn’t even get drunk at his going away party which is a shame because lawd knows the man went buck wild that night. But in addition to being very proud of him it was like really sad because it signalled the beginning of the inevitable MASS MIGRATION of people I know to other places and things. 

September 

The next few months will be short and boring because I started school in September which began to encompass most of my time and energy aside from Famoso. August took a toll on me and I started school kind of burnt out, to be honest. I basically sat in class with my laptop and was antisocial and introverted. 

September was also cool because I started my involvement with the Consent Awareness and Sexual Education club. I love CASE, I love everyone IN CASE, and being a part of it has been a huge part of why I love school so much thus far. 

October 

On October 1st, I moved back out into an apartment near my workplace with a new roommate. Though much smaller than my old place, it’s more secure, I have my own bathroom, and the smallness of the apartment motivates me to spend less time there. I can also bike to work in the summertime!!! Very excited about this. I also no longer have to worry about utility bills because my rent is at a fixed rate. God bless America. 

I WENT ON A BLIND DATE. This is in all capitals and is being included because previously I would never have fucking dreamed I would be game to do this and the fact that I did is a testament to INCREASING SELF CONFIDENCE AND PERSONAL GROWTH. My best friend started dating this lovely guy and it was her who set up this double-date with one of her boyfriend’s friends. My date also had zero social media so I legit knew nothing about this man. They took us to a jazz show in Inglewood and then to Cold Garden for beer. And I ended up at his place. The details of the end to this night are fuzzy but I do remember crouching down to look at what he had on his bookshelf and seeing some Malcolm Gladwell. And I asked him some questions about it lmao and he had actually read them. And hilariously when he drove me home to my apartment the next morning I forgot to ask for his number so I just hopped out of his truck and went inside LMAOOOOO. It’s okay. He wasn’t weird enough for me. I mean that sincerely. He was too normal. I was like.. in any other scenario this guy would probably be so annoyed by me. I g2g. 

I came down with a horrible flu on what was supposed to be one of the most fun weekends of the entire semester - the CASE retreat in Banff. We went to a hostel and were undertaking workshops and bonding. We had plans to go to Banff Pride and indulge in a drag show and party party party but holy shit the flu hit me like a ton of bricks and I literally had to call someone to come rescue me in his car and take me home. Seriously tragic. 

November 

Nothing of particular importance happened in November. I just worked and studied.

December 

December december december. A busy month for sure. On the 6th, I drove up to Edmonton to attend a two-day course on responding to disclosures of sexual assault... except they cancelled the training 1.5 hours before it was about to begin. Nothing to do but drive the three hours back. Ho hum. 

I ended my first semester with a 3.9 GPA :) Super pumped about that. 

And of course... Hawaii. Honestly, as I type this, I am still reeling with post-vacation blues because Hawaii was so wonderful and wild that returning to Calgary actually sucked. I went to Honolulu for eight days all by my lonesome which to some seemed like a weird concept. But the last time I traveled solo was to England in 2014 which was possibly the worst experience of my entire life. So at the risk of sounding super lame, Hawaii was somewhat of a chance at reclaiming the big part of me that isn’t afraid to explore. It was a way to challenge my tendency to slip into introvertedness at school and a way to forget about Calgary and be that cool-girl-traveler for a week. 

I’m not sure what it is that happens to me when I’m traveling but I feel like I turn into the best version of myself. I try to be up for anything, I find genuine excitement in meeting new people, I’m not all that worried about how I look. This particular trip was made so wonderful by the people that I met. It was also the first vacation aside from Germany that I’ve taken where I didn’t get my period and didn’t get sick (A+!). But mostly it was the people ;) This cast of characters includes my hostel roommates... Elena from Tuscany (who runs a guesthouse there and said I can stay for free!!!), Mao from China, Rachelle from the states-but-living-in-Aus. And our other friends. Oliver from Denmark, Maurice from the Netherlands, Sebastian from the states. Joe from Australia. Vincent from Montreal. Rachel from Tennessee. I just totally embrace the hostel thing and went with it and it paid off in a major way. I never said “no.” I found myself hiking up to waterfalls with three of the hottest men I have ever met, snorkeling in Hanauma Bay with a super cool Brazilian, hiking Koko Head with possibly one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had while the sun beat relentlessly down on me and 85-year-old Japanese men told me to get out of the way, rolling to the North Shore in a rented car with Oliver listening to rap music and body surfing in waves that were WAY above my skill level. I listened to my roommate have what I described as “powerful sex” from the top bunk... which was hilarious because when I later did the same thing they played the Lonely Island’s “I Just Had Sex” from Oliver’s stereo to wake me up as payback. 

But there were five of us who spent all of our time together in Hawaii. Rachelle, Maurice, Oliver, Sebastian, and me. Rachelle and I were in room 9 of the hostel and we drank there so often it became known around the hostel as “Club 9″. We partied so hard. WE MADE SO MANY FRIENDS. I walked home by myself from the club, drunk as hell and met a friendly drug dealer who bought me McDonalds and offered to take me for a nice Hawaiian breakfast the next morning. I don’t know how to encompass this trip without just listing random memories, apparently. My favourite night was the last night when I had the best sex of my life on a lifeguard stand on Waikiki beach at 2:00am. Seriously a night I will remember for the rest of my life and the cherry on top of what had already been a bold trip. 

Everyone has different reasons that bring them to a certain place at a certain time. Sometimes it’s just chance and the need for a vacation - like it was for me. But there is something so cool about how a group of people away from their regular selves and lives can form such a unique and hilarious friendship and how traveling brings out such an exciting and welcoming spirit in most people~~~~ Hawaii was the best week of my entire life and I say that with 110% certainty. 

General Things~*~* 

I think I actually figured out what I want to do with my life. Holy shit. And I made some serious progress on making it a reality and setting myself up for the future. Unlike when I was in journalism I actually feel competent. I love social work because it emphasizes the personal connection you bring to your work and your practice and your research. In journalism you always had to quash that somewhat in the protection of objectivity. 

I have made enormous progress this year in regards to relationships and sex and intimacy. I enjoy these things in a much more mature and realistic way and am more confident in myself which has allowed me to be more confident in casual sex in a legitimate and fun and EMPOWERING form of intimacy. 

Ummm. I finally levelled out and gained the permanent separation from my ex-boyfriend (and his family!!!) Not without slipups but I chalk it up nowadays to just anger rather than desiring the relationship back or his attention. Nonetheless - we live totally separate lives now. Fuck yeah. 

2018 

I NEEEEED to keep riding this wave of happy times and general ~life enjoyment~ in 2018. 

I will do the majority of my social work degree over this year including my first practicum placement (which I’ll be interviewing for next month... holy shit) and I am determined to slay it. 

I really want to deepen my participation in all of my volunteer commitments. I don’t think it would be healthy or sane to take on anything new at this point but like I’d like to get formally trained in admin for Dr. Gibbs at the CSHC or something, and move from a crisis de-escalator to an actual counsellor at Kids Help Phone. 

Alex and I are going to motha’ fuckin Thailand at the end of April. After Hawaii, my desire to explore is at an all-time high. I’m looking forward to returning to Asia with a fresh outlook and an awesome travel partner. Let’s hit that full moon party, boys. I’ll also probably go somewhere next December, too. I’m not sure where that will be yet. Early ideas are Belize/Panama/Nicaragua, or Greece/Croatia. 

Other than that, 2018 is an open book, baby!!! I cannot wait. 

[rennisaturate]

lcvesdeath​:

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. only mikaela could do this to him, and was it possible to both love and hate the way a person could make you feel? she’s going to break his heart and leave him feeling stupid; simon could tell as much in the way that other men cause him to fucking snap when they’re around her, in how happy she makes him before jealousy rears its ugly head around. this lack of self-control, this sense of not being good enough … it’s all terribly new to simon. unfortunately, this also makes mikaela’s observations of him absolutely correct; simon did refuse to listen and instead chose to treat her negatively when emotions were getting a bit too intense for him. because this was not the kind of man that simon was. it couldn’t be … he doesn’t know what the fuck love is, if he’s being honest. 

he damn near slams his fist on the kitchen counter, festering with high anger in the midst of his meal. he had sworn that this was the kind of woman mikaela was. she wants to string him along; she must think it was funny to get under his skin. 

[ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; you really wanna know what pisses me off? [ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; that you treat me like a fucking option and think i’m gonna keep kissing your ass and when i don’t you wanna get upset

no. no. he’d never hit delete so fucking fast in his life. this wasn’t regaining control, this was madness. it would appear that one wild drawn-out night of drinking and blacking out wasn’t going to be enough to get mikaela out of his system. honestly, why did she think that he could be so hot and cold in the first place? did she even stop to consider why it pulled him into such a mentally dark place when someone else touched her? or maybe she was just that used to men fighting over her. and, now sudden guilt emerges because he knows that he hadn’t been treating her well, either. and she was correct to call him out on this.

he needs to be with her. to just be in her presence might make or break their friendship right now, but rage and desire were intertwined and heightening at the moment. and he’s too fucking grown to be going back and forth like this over text. 

leaving mikaela to wait a while, simon finishes polishing off his hangover meal, then retires to his master bedroom. he’s not feeling his best, but he does want to go out and … possibly see her. if she isn’t feeling particularly ecstatic about meeting him, then that might just be a win, too. he can’t be trusted when he’s around mikaela, after all.

[ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; a lot of things piss me off, starting with being your plus one at that party. it just gave me the wrong idea.  [ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; i KNOW you care about me … fuck, i get it. okay? [ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; and i know i shouldn’t have treated you like that. [ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; enough. arguing over text is some dumb shit. you wanna meet up and go for a drive tonight? [ baby girl 😻💖 ] ;; just let me see you.

                               she sat her phone down onto the small table beside her with more force than she meant, the action surprising her own self. slightly wavering fingers picked up the plate christian had made for her and she began to eat slowly, staring out onto the city before her. the urge to run away from all this and just ignore him overtook her as soon as she’d pressed send. maybe she was putting more into this than was really warranted. it didn’t stop it from hurting though. that was what she wanted above all else; for all this to not affect her the way it did. for it not to hurt. but her heart ached, and she remembered how his hands felt between her face. he was so warm, blood pumping, stormy blue eyes hazy with drink. she remembered the slight stubble on the pads of her fingers, the way she’d wanted to clean up his cuts, ice his bruises, and kiss his neck... this sucked.                                 mikaela was relieved for a while when it seemed he wasn’t going to text her back immediately and told herself not to sit and wring her hands over it. she hoped it meant he was thinking about what to say, or maybe just doing what she was and trying not to make it more than what it was. she felt crazy. why was he making her feel like she was loosing her fucking mind and falling apart at the seams from one argument??                                 the sound of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts, her baby brother peeking his head out. david asked her if she wanted more coffee and she nodded, handing him the cup with a quiet “ thank you. ” he took the mug from her and kissed the top of her head, leaving her again with her thoughts. after a bit she heard guitar coming from inside, kumara and chris’s voice intermingling with the dulcet sound. she watched them for a little bit and she felt exhaustion wash over her.                                 when her phone finally vibrated again she jumped lightly, nearly spilling the fresh cup of coffee david had brought for her. a deep breath in and out, and she counted to ten before picking it up and seeing what he’d said. confusion hit her again. the wrong idea?? what was there to get the wrong idea about?? they weren’t dating, hadn’t fucked ( she’d made sure they hadn’t ) but, was that what he’d wanted?? what he thought she wanted?? couldn’t help but wonder when she’d given off that vibe, because she’d been trying so hard not to...                                 she shook her head and read on. at least he admitted what he said was wrong, but she couldn’t help but wonder if the words ‘i’m sorry. i’ll do better’ in any kind of heartfelt way had ever escaped his lips or even crossed his mind to say once in his life. if she hadn’t shoved it in his face, would he have even said that?? she’d take it anyway though, it was better than nothing at all... mikaela rubbed her face. damn. was that what’d it come to?? her not taking shit else aside from groveling from everyone else, and lowering that standard for him as soon as it looked like rough water between them?? was she that afraid of loosing him?? she shook her head at herself. truth was she’d already forgiven him. for everything he could do... for everything he would do, for that matter. it was fearful realization, and she gripped her phone tighter.

[ ✨big head ✨]: wrong idea??? [ ✨big head ✨]: well at least you know

                           the last message felt like a slight shock to the chest, and she told herself to stop it. that wasn’t a plea or peaceful offering; simon didn’t beg for anything and to let herself think for even a second he’d plead with her for shit was foolish and setting herself up for a let down. part of her wanted to picture a him that would willingly choose to be soft for her... she shut the door on it quickly. what good would it do to wish for shit she couldn’t have?? if he really wanted her at all, he didn’t want her like that anyway. not like commitment, not like open, not like building, not like life... she was so sure of it.

[ ✨big head ✨]: i stg i’m rlly NOT trying to argue with you [ ✨big head ✨]: i’m free after 10pm today if ur sure

[vanoodle]

WHAAAAT IIII’VE DOOOOONE I’LL FACE MYSEEELF TO CROSS OUT WHAT IIII’VE BECOOOOME

Alright, so I managed to watch all of it. And now it’s time of my summary of the first movie.

the tl;dr version is: I have mixed feelings about it, there are some things worth watching but if you put them together and cut all the crap you get like 30, maybe 40 minutes.

And now the long version:

I wish I could say that this was a wild ride from star to finish but the thing is... it wasn’t. It was not a wild ride from the start, in fact it was a very slow ride at first.

Imagine sitting on a merry-go-round. Nothing is happening, you’re kinda just chilling, ready to fall asleep. Whenever you do you get a short electric shock and you’re like “???” but it goes back to being slow and boring and then, suddenly, during the last quarter of the ride, the merry-go-round turns into a fucking centrifuge and you sit there and try not to fly off and die.

So... where do I even start? I actually kind of don’t think I can even add anything that hasn’t been said or discussed before, I have heard of all the problems even before watching the movie, I watched it completely biased.

Do I think that this movie is a good movie for Transformers fans? Nnnnno. Not very. Yes, we heard it all before, too much focus on the humans, boring beginning and packing all the action into the end which makes it hard to follow, ass ugly designs, not to mention that many of of the Autobots and Decepticons got like two lines of text. That squaking sentient coat hanger had more text than any of the actual important guys and all it said was “wirezutrzwieztttwewirsfhaerfhweruw” Starscream had one line. One. I fucking hate you, Michael Bay. (yes I know he is in the next movies, I will watch them soon enough, I’m just talking about this movie now) oh and let’s not forget the Transformations that make you dizzy just from watching. I feel like I need to get off the ride and throw up. Is this a good movie for non TF-fans? Well, as far as action movies go, this is... okay, I guess. I still think there were many unnecessary sub-plots and it doesn’t do well in introducing the viewer to the Cybertronians and who they actually are, what they do. You get a vague outline “Yeah, there are Autobots and Decepticons and they fight because Megatron is an asshole”. Wow. That is what you get from the first episode of the 80s cartoon. Just with less explosions. There are many things that are either just like brief mention, a foot note, or just never explained at all and the viewer who, we have to remember, does not know about Transformers, will have no idea what is actually going on. Of course I know explaining is tedious but if the movie has time for an unnecessary romance, it has time for some explanations.

The pacing is just so so so horrible. There were many scenes I could barely even comprehend because they were over barely after they even began and I already feel I need to rewatch the movie because did not catch everything that happened. Oh but I remember Sam’s mother talking about him masturbating in vivid detail. Because that was very important.

Personally, the main problem I took from it was that MB took Transformers and tried to turn it into something that it isn’t. And what I mean by that is that the vibe you get most of the time is that this is an “Alien invasion” movie. You know the kind. Aliens invade earth, there are some brave heroes that fight against them, America saves the day once again, image of a bald eagle. But that’s not what Transformers is. Transformers is not “aliens invade”, Transformers is “aliens fight a war against each other and the new fighting ground happens to be earth” And more than that, these aliens have character, a personality, they are no just random monsters that you give one close up where they scream at the camera and then in the next scene some irritatingly American hero shoots them in the face. I always had a problem with movies with too many strings to follow because the more characters, the less screen time for each individual character. Here you can see what happens when it’s done badly.

And Transformers is just... not supposed to be about the humans, okay? It’s not. Humans are there to support, to let the viewer imagine themselves at the side of the Autobots. But humans get replaced in every continuity the only exception being perhaps Spike Witwicky. They are not important, they are replaceable props. You don’t need to fill over an hour of the movie with just them. You could have introduced the Decepticons in that time, instead of giving them a 20 seconds montage. Aside from all of those problems, this movie was just awfully American and reeked of cliches and stereotypes and I’m just too European for this shit. Why is America like this. Okay, now that I got my frustration out, let’s talk about some good things. The humor was pretty hit or miss but there were some great moments that I really enjoyed. Bumblebee was a sweetheart and I love him oh my god. Whether or not I will like a Bumblebee in a continuity is always a bit of a gamble but this Bumblebee definitely won my heart. Even if he pees on people and lets humans make out on him. OP, please kinkshame him. Speaking of OP, I liked him, too. I liked how exasperated he was at times. Tired dadbot. Also, “Oops, my bad”, I will never forget this. As far as humans went, I actually liked Sam and Mikaela. Not necessarily as het romance but as individual characters. I know, I’m surprised, too. But I do actually have a bit of a soft spots for the human characters in TF stuff, at least some of them. I can’t think of anything else to talk about so I’ll just say that even with all the flaws and everything, it did have a little fun but now I’m a little afraid because I heard that it’s gonna go downhill from here...

[salty-yu]

winter break 2016 was crazy yall, pero it gave me enough time to catch up on shitloads of mikayuu fic, here’s what ya girl has compiled this time around

Mikayuu Fic Recs 1 Key:  (Status | Chapters | Word Count | Rating)

FIC COUNT: 23

Blood Moon (complete | 1/1 | 595 | not rated)

Mika adjusts to being a vampire and drinking on a regular basis.

A Bit of a Sticky Situation (complete | 1/1 | 3,562 | no warnings apply)

“Good boy,” Mika praises, and Yuu felt his cock twitch, hanging heavily between his legs. “You’re so wet for me, Yuu. I can slide my fingers into your greedy little hole so nicely when you’re like this. It feels good, doesn’t it? Having my fingers stretching you open, my tongue and lips cleaning up the mess you’ve made of the backs of your thighs and cock.”

Or, alternatively, the painfully clicks omegaverse smutfic no one asked for.

Corner of a Birdcage (wip | 11/? | 168,026 | not rated)

It was then that Yuu took a moment to fully let the situation at hand sink in. There he was, wearing nothing more but an oversized, white T-shirt, his elephant boxer briefs that Shinoa had given him as a gag gift for Christmas last year, and a lot of fatigue while he stared down at the unconscious superhero that saved his life only about an hour ago.

or, Yuu is a university student that tends to live for the moment. Mika is a cynical superhero that’s more super than a hero. Fate is a bit aggressive with intertwining their lives. 

Scented (wip | 19/? | 69,157 | rape/non-con)

In a world ruled by beta neutrality, alphas and omegas are controlled by suppressants which modify their natural inclinations. Under constant surveillance, unproductive members of society are removed in the name of efficiency. Yuichirou Hyakuya is deemed infertile by the Board and is sentenced to certain death. In an act of defiance Yuichirou steals enough suppressants to hide his scent and joins the military under the guise of a beta.

It would be his luck to find himself under the command of his assigned mate, Mikaela Shindo. 

An Endless Desire (complete | 6/6 | 14,788 | graphic depicts. of violence)

Being captured is never a good thing. Yuichirou Hyakuya finds himself waking up to the one place he thought he would never return to. Wanting to escape, and return to the people who need him, there’s one who will not let him go no matter what after being able to see him after four long years. Contains yaoi. 

The smell of Roses (wip | 7/? | 21,280 | major character death, graphic depicts. of violence, rape/non-con)

You're regular florist, hit man love story.

Strangeness and Charm (wip | 16/? | 108,877 | graphic depicts. of violence)

The huntsmen and the werewolves have been at war with each other for centuries.

Krul always told Mika to stay out of the woods and not talk to strangers when he was younger. Now that Mika is older, despite being an omega he became a hunter alongside the alphas and betas to take out the werewolves and keep them from attacking the town and its people. 

When Mika encounters Yuu, a long wolf who has abandoned his pack - Mika learns that there’s no such thing as all wolves being big and bad, regarding their bigs eyes and large teeth. Yuu didn't choose to become a monster and knowing this fact, they must keep their growing bond a secret.

Burden of Good Intentions (wip | 9/17 | 44,270 | graphic depicts. of violence)

After awakening from a horrid nightmare, Yuichirou finds himself in a completely different world. The war against the vampires is non-existent, the Hyakuya orphans are still alive, he and Mikaela are lovers, and JIDA is an organization dedicated to the destruction of monsters by the use of colossal mechs, the Evangelions. Uniting with Mikaela, the two dedicate their lives to piloting the Eva and securing the safety of their family. 

My Treasure (wip | 5/? | 42,322 | not rated)

Mikaela is the captain of the Rosethorn ship, and is known and feared by nobles far and wide as the infamous Golden Fleece who steals riches unnoticed despite the heavy security they have layered.

No one has ever caught him before or knew what he does with their stolen treasures and Mikaela wants it to stay that way. That is... until a certain someone catches his interest, which is a mistake on his part.

...Or maybe not. 

Iridescent (wip | 1/? | 6,683 | no warnings apply)

With the strong will and desire to explore other galaxies and star systems, Mikaela goes completely against the government rules with a belief that his species comes from a long line of space exploration. He didn’t expect to crash into another life form’s house. By utter chance, he gets to learn about a completely different planet while helping Yuuichirou achieve his own goals and dreams.

But with Mikaela’s own kind hot on his tail--literally--both he and Yuuichirou must find a way to solve the issues and conflicts they will come to face.

Afire love (complete | 18/18 | 140,142 | graphic depicts. of violence)

After Nagoya’s failed mission, an unsteady truce is formed between Shinoa’s squad and Mikaela Hyakuya, making Yuu feel conflicted inside. On one hand, he’s got Mika back, his friends are alive, and the seem to be trying to be civil with each other, even if it’s just for his sake. On the other hand, Guren is being held captive by the vampires, Shinya has just given them a mission Yuu doesn’t like, and Mika... Yuu doesn’t really know what Mika is feeling.

Maybe not even Mikaela knows what he's truly feeling after all. 

Waiting for Prince Charming (wip | 7/? | 33,626 | underage)

Mikaela never thought he’d be an omega but there he was, pinned up against the wall by the school’s manwhore: Yuuichirio Hyakuya. And even if that didn’t go as planned, he never thought this would happen. 

Is the Mask Really Hiding Something? (wip | 2/? | 11,121 | graphic depicts. of violence, underage)

This superhero job should be pretty straightforward: protect the city and its people, puffy the Horsemen before they destroy everything, and fix all the damage that’s been done. But when the heroes are Mika and Yuu—two teenage boys already having to deal with family issues, asshole friends, and secret crushes—nothing gets to stay that simple. 

Oh, and they also have to stop the evil, immortal monster sealed under the city from getting enough human blood to break free and take over the entire world. No pressure. 

Chasing Fate (wip | 4/? | 10,199 | not rated)

The yearly Mating Run was mere days away, and Yuu was participating for the second year in a row.

Yuu tired to remain optimistic about finding his true Mate in another alpha, until Shinoa, a first time runner, had told him that this year the Vampire alphas were going to be running as well.

That news was less than thrilling, to say the least.

Mikaela will be running for the first time since he’d been turned into a vampire, 4 years prior. And after crossing paths with the raven haired omega, Mikaela knew that he’d be running for that omega and nobody else.

He could only hope that Yuu would accept him for monster he’d been forced to become. 

Whoever Said Opposites Attract Was a Liar (wip | 5/? | 7,168 | not rated)

“Can I keep him?”

As a child, demon prince Yuichiro was convinced that the angel Mikaela was destined to be his. He thinks they are meant to be.

Mika, not so much.

But when they are now sixteen, the beautiful angel princes gets kidnapped by the fallen angels, Ferid and Crowley, in order to bring war between demons and angels.

Out of the request of his son (actually begging), Demon King Guren sends Yuu to Earth on the journey of getting his true love back.

Meanwhile, Mika must remain on Earth as he escapes his capturers and bunks in with some humans ion a human boarding school until he finds a way back home.

Things Could Be Worse (wip | 17/? | 69,826 | not rated)

Or the one in which Yuu is turned into a vampire and is surprisingly chill about it. Mika, on the other hand, is flipping his shit.

The Institution (wip | 2/? | 3,459 | not rated)

In a beta-ruled society, alphas and omegas are looked at as enemies. So Krul Tepes, a kind and loving soul, started up The Institution where alphas and omegas would live peacefully and happily. As well as being out of the way of the higher class. But things start going downhill when a strange, wild omega is found outside the The Institution, only being able to say one word: Mika. 

Commitment (wip | 10/? | 14,300 | no warnings applied)

Sex to Mika was nothing more than a way to pass time. He has enough notes on his belt to last two lifetimes. But when he starts falling hard for a sexy barista, he thinks maybe - just maybe - he was completely and utterly wrong. 

Check, Please (complete | 1/1 | 4,334 | not rated)

//Or basically, Yuu is the manager and Mika is the new employee. And Yuu makes Mika stay late after work to teach him a lesson.

More Than Just a Dream (wip | 4/? | 12,741 | not rated)

//When Mikaela Shindo, a well-known author, gets thrown into his own book... he accidentally falls in love with the main character, Yuuichirou Amane. 

New Perspective (complete | 1/1 | 6,811 | underage)

Yuu grows up referring to Mika as his brother, unknowing of Mika’s feelings. When he begins to fall in love with Mika, he figures that his feelings are wrong, that they’re taboo and should be kept secret. It isn’t until their court heat, when they’re unable to suppress their hormones, everything come to light.

The Ride of Yuu-Chan’s Life (complete | 1/1 | 2,290 | no warnings apply)

Mika wanted payback for the time Yuu seduced Mika in the car.

Mika got his revenge, with the help of some handcuffs and a cocky attitude.

Somnia (wip | 6/? | 32,123 | not rated)

When Yuuichirou Amane dropped out of uni, he didn’t expect much out of his life. In fact, he expected everything to be boring and bleak. After all, he’s eighteen, still stuck living with Guren, no job, no degree, no future, and no fucks given about anything to be quite honest.

It’s safe to say that he definitely didn’t expect to be whisked away into some parallel world where not only does magic exist, but there's also a very attractive blond prince who is convinced Yuu and him are soulmates. Maybe Yuu should have stayed un university after all. Getting that degree might have been easier than dealing with all this insanity.

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Tropesville - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Mika deals with the fallout from Matt’s decision.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Mikaela (OFC)

Word Count: approx. 2.4k

Warnings: angst, introspection, Olivia being a turbo bitch, one of my fav tropes of all time

Authors Note: I got a prompt from @omgkatinka and I started it as a one-shot and thought, nah, I could do heaps with this and it just kept expanding. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Thanks to @amberangel112 for their help on this, Beta reading and helping me get my wild ideas in order.

I know this is not the way a lot of you expected this chapter to go, but hopefully by the end of the chapter you will see why I made this choice and hopefully you enjoy it!

Masterlist

Chapter Ten Chapter Twelve

Chapter Eleven

Mikaela POV

I froze half standing half sitting. Please don’t be talking to me, I begged silently. I slowly stood my eyes drawn to Olivia. It appeared as though she was shaking, her trembling coming from deep within, like a volcano just before an eruption and she was looking directly at me. Shit.

“Did you hear me, you fucking bitch?” Olivia started making her way to me. Her bridesmaids tried to hold her back, but she threw them off. The shoulder of her beautiful silk gown fell over her arm, making her look dishevelled as she shook, her carefully pinned curls started coming loose. She shook her bouquet, delicate petals and leaves falling from the carefully selected bunch. “You fucking did this on purpose! You set me up.”

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” I protested. I kept making my way to the side exit, the one Matt had fled from earlier. I just needed to get away. “I had nothing to do with this, Olivia.”

Olivia kept coming towards me, her advance impinged by her mother. She tried to hold her back, frantically telling her to stop, saying something to her about her dignity. That almost made me laugh, there was nothing dignified in Olivia, her beauty and grace was always a façade for the hateful, vengeful person she was underneath. She turned on her mother and screamed, “Let me fucking go!”

I cowered at Olivia’s rage, and I missed my chance to escape before she stalked over to me. I felt sweat break out on my forehead, the room suddenly felt too warm, humid, the rain and earlier storm must have made it so. I felt sick, I wanted to puke. I kept moving to towards the door, aware of all the eyes on me. I needed to get away.

“Don’t you dare leave! You don’t get to leave!” Olivia raged. “How dare you think you can come here and steal this day from me? You’ve made this all about you like you always did when we were kids.” I blinked shocked. Did she even care that Matt left her? Was that even a thought in her head? Was her concern only about losing face in front of all these people?

I felt something big against my back, and it took me a moment to realise it was Sy. “Keep walking,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t listen to her.” His hand gripped my arms and he shepherded me towards the doorway.

“I know you did this on purpose, I know you did!” Olivia ranted. “You talked to Matt didn’t you Mikaela?”

I ducked my head and looked away, Noah still pushing me to walk out, God that exit looked so close but was so far away. I can only imagine what this looks like to people who don’t know the situation. Everyone must be hating me right now. “No, it wasn’t like that,” I tried to defend myself.

“You said something about me, didn’t you?” Olivia accused. “What did you tell him huh? Did you lie to him about me?” Olivia was wild, her anger uncontrolled, she flung her arms in the air as she yelled, her feet stamping like a child. “Why would anyone want you? You’re a frigid bitch who wants men all to herself then doesn’t give it up, right?”

“Olivia, that’s enough,” Noah’s voice boomed behind me.

“Oh! Here comes the hero, Captain Noah Syverson, to the rescue! She’s got you fooled too, doesn’t she? Come on Noah, tell the group,” Olivia threw her arms wide indicating to the rest of the guests. I could stop myself from looking and seeing the shock on all their faces. “She hasn’t fucked you yet, has she?” I felt Noah stiffen behind me, his steps faltered, and his fingers dug painfully into my shoulders. “And she won’t. She’s a fucking tease. A god damn tease who thinks she’s better than me because she’s a virgin.”

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t, not with all these people. I tried to shake Noah off me, but he wouldn’t let me go. Tears welled in my eyes, I tried to stop them from coming, I didn’t want her seeing that she got to me. Olivia didn’t deserve to see me cry.

“Noah has nothing to do with this Olivia,” I said, trying to keep my voice strong, but I could hear it wavering. “And neither do I. You need to talk to Matt.”

“She’s right, Olivia,” Sy said behind me. “Just leave her be and go talk to Matt. It’s between you two.”

“Bullshit! She’s using you Noah,” Olivia continued. “Using you to get to Matt. I’d call her a slut but nope, not miss ‘I’m fucking better than you’ over here. If you think you’re going to get your dick wet you’re wrong.” Olivia paused, her eyes bore into me, her lip curled in a savage smirk because she knew the truth now. It wasn’t a guess like before, it wasn’t just a way to use my past pain against me. No, she knew because she heard me tell the truth to Tracey and now, she was going to tell everyone. “You know she’s still a virgin, right? Go on Noah, ask her. Ask her if she’s ever had sex.” I wanted to be sick, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. It could drag me all the way to hell if it wanted to, it was better than living through this. “She’s still a virgin because she’s still in love with Matt.”

Wait, what? Is that what she thinks? Of course she thinks that. But now I’m fucked. Now, when I tell Noah I’m a virgin, he’s never going to believe that I’m not in love with Matt. He’s going to remember this and that’s what he is going to believe.

“I’m not,” I said weakly. I don’t know if anyone heard me. Tears came then and I couldn’t stop them. I should have slept with Noah when I had the chance, last night or this morning I could have been with him. I was ready, I wanted it. It wasn’t a decision to take lightly, not after all this time, but he was the one for me, I felt it deep in my gut. Then he would have known that I loved him and not Matt. But now, who knows what he will think.

“You better watch your mouth, Olivia,” Sy said. He let go of one of my arms to point at her and I took the opportunity to make my escape.

Bolting towards the side doors, I sprinted outside. I didn’t know where I was going, I just started running. Even though there was cover outside, the rain was so heavy it was coming in sideways and my shoes and stockings were already getting wet. I kept going, running along the covered walkway, hoping it would take me somewhere where I could hide.

It led me back to the entrance to the hotel lobby and I made my way there, stopping only when I was inside. I rested against the armrest of a sofa to catch my breath and think. God, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to go home. I wanted to scream and cry and huddle up into a ball. Not here though, there were too many people here, some must be guests of the wedding by how they were dressed and the way they were looking at me. They must have made their way out the back doors. I needed to get out, get away, right now. I started to make my way to the elevators to go up to our room and… Shit. Our room. Noah.

Where was Noah? I looked around to see if I could see him. He hadn’t followed me out which meant he must still be in there with Olivia. I shook my head, my eyes stung as more and more tears flowed and a sob left me. No, no, no. No, I can’t face Noah right now. What is he going to think of me? This can’t be happening. Why would she do that? Tell him I’m a virgin and that I’m still in love with Matt. Why does she think I would give up someone like Noah for Matt? Matt who hurt me so badly. I knew the answer to that though. It’s because that’s what she would do.

Looking around desperately, I saw the doors that lead out to the gardens, the place where the wedding was supposed to be held. I ran outside, there had to be somewhere dry I could stay and think, be by myself a while and work out how I was going to deal with this mess.

Running into the rain, I was soaked in a matter of seconds. My hair started falling out and sticking to my face. I didn’t care, there was no one out here and that was good. I made my way through the gardens, trying to find somewhere to stop to hide. I saw a gazebo, perfect. I attempted to get there but the gates were locked.

Frustrated, I let out a short scream. Great, now I was trapped in the garden with nowhere to hide. I pulled my shawl up to protect myself from as much rain as possible. I kept thinking through everything that had happened, trying to figure out how to salvage this. But I had no idea where to start. Maybe I should have told Noah straight away, that first night when he touched me under my shirt.

I shivered now as the cold started to set in and my joints and bones started to hurt. I can’t stay here all night but I couldn’t go back there, could I? What does Noah think of me now? Does he believe her? Does he think that I’m still in love with Matt? I mean he thought that a few days ago so maybe he does. Thinks it again anyway. And why not? He doesn’t know me that well. I mean yeah, we were friendly, but we never talked relationships. I had no idea he and Liza were on the rocks, he never shared anything like that with me.

I walked, up and down the garden path, hidden from the hotel by a large row of bushes. I couldn’t stop crying. The embarrassment, frustration, and loss I felt rolled down my cheeks, mixing with the rain. I knew the weather looked ominous, but I never thought I would have ended up here, sopping wet, alone, having a fucking breakdown. I needed a drink. I needed something before I faced Noah again.

Fuck, I can’t go back, and I can’t stay here, there nowhere to go and…

“Mikaela,” Oh god. No, please no. I turned around and there was Sy appearing like a vision from behind the bushes. He held his jacket over his head keeping the rain off his face but the rest of him was soaked to the bone. His wet clothes clung to his body, his white shirt nearly transparent and I could see the dark patches of hair through it. “Hey, Chicken,” he said, his voice was soft, soothing. But I cringed, don’t call me that. Not now. I don’t deserve it. “Come on, you don’t need to be out here. Come back to the room and dry off.”

“I can’t Noah.” I said. “You don’t understand. Or maybe you do, maybe she told you. Tracey said she overheard me talking to her last night about it.”

“About what Mika?” Noah asked. “It can’t be that bad. Let’s talk about it inside.” He took a step toward me, and I took a step back.

“No, Sy. I have to get this out now or I’ll never do it. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you, but I don’t know what you will think of me. Will you think like she does? That it’s because of Matt, because it’s not. Maybe at first it was, but then it wasn’t. I was scared of getting hurt so I pushed them all away, every guy I dated. I didn’t want to, I just did. Then after a few years I thought, well I had waited this long so I may as well be really picky. Then no one was good enough. And then you came along, I fell for you and I wanted it to be you.

“I saw how you were, you were so good to me, so sweet. I knew you would be like that, I knew you wouldn’t force me or pressure me. I trust you but I’m also scared. So, fucking scared. I just don’t know what to do. What if I’m not good at it. I want to be with you Noah. Really be with you. I want to have sex with you, but I don’t know how. God, I feel like such a god damn child. A fraud. I feel stupid.” I almost bumped into Noah, he had moved closer to me, so close he could reach out and touch me. I stopped talking, panting as he came closer, my heart was racing. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack, he was so close. He moved his arms, the jacket covered both our heads.

“Shh, Mika,” he said, “You don’t have to explain anything.”

“But I do because I want to, I want to be with you so much. But I… I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. I had never touched a dick before, I’ve never had sex before. I’m a…” The words were lost in Noah’s mouth as his lips crashed into mine.

I felt the rain as he dropped his jacket and his arms seized me roughly around my waist, aggressively pulling me closer to him. I cried as he kissed me, the relief that flooded me made my knees weak and I gripped his wet shirt in my tired hands just to keep from crumpling to the floor. He didn’t care, he didn’t care. The words a mantra in my mind as I let his lips sweep me away and I forgot everything but him.

Chapter Twelve

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Tropesville - Chapter Eight

Summary: The morning after brings Syverson some relief.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Mikaela (OFC)

Word Count: approx.: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut, handjob

Authors Note: I got a prompt from @omgkatinka and I started it as a one-shot and thought, nah, I could do heaps with this and it just kept expanding. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for their help on this, without your encouragement I don’t know where I would be. You two are so generous and I adore you both. ❤️

Masterlist

Chapter Seven Chapter Nine

Chapter Eight

Syverson POV

I woke the morning of the wedding only a little hungover and tired, nothing a good breakfast, a coffee and some more making out with Mika wouldn’t fix. She was still out like a light. I was still getting used to US timezones, my body waking with the dawn as it usually did.

My hand still held her gorgeous tit, I suppressed the urge to play with it. Barely. Her tits were perfect, fit nice in my hand, heavy and firm, yet still so soft. My thumb ran over her nipple and she stirred. Shit. I willed my hand still. But I couldn’t will the raging boner I had to stay down. Nope, the Old Private had a mind of his own this morning. Well anytime I was with Mika he did anyway. He went hard at the smallest things she did lately, so at least this morning he had a reason to be at attention.

He had given me a lot of trouble last night too. It took me a long time to get to sleep. Obviously being so close to Mika didn’t help. I could still taste her on my lips and smell her in my beard and it drove me wild. I wanted so badly to get back between her legs, to feel inside her again, to feel her, soft, warm and wet against my mouth.

Being with her last night was everything I hoped it would be, she was fun, exciting, and hot as hell. I was caught off guard this weekend but how shy she could be. She always was giggly when she was nervous, but she wasn’t really shy with me when we used to hang out. To even call her shy wasn’t accurate, she was eager too. That was one intoxicating combination, her coy passion aroused me to the point of near lunacy.

“Fuck,” I swore. Mika moved in her sleep like she was trying to get closer to me, her body wriggled against mine, pressing her back against my chest. I closed my eyes as her ass rubbed against my underwear and the friction causing my already throbbing cock to twitch. I was going to have to do something about it and soon. I felt like I had been hard for two days straight with absolutely no relief. As soon as Mika woke up I would go and shower and take the edge off. It wouldn’t be enough, nothing short of actual sex with Mika would satisfy, but it should help me get through the day a little easier.

Stirring again Mika sighed and her breathing stopped being regular. She must be awake, her muscles tightened in a stretch and I had to let her go as she rolled over and faced me. Her smile was bright and genuine, but her voice was timid and unsure as if she was worried about what I’d think of her this morning. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Good morning,” I said. Oh hell, I was feeling nearly as shy as she was. I’m sure what I wanted was written all over my face. I didn’t want to pressure her, but my hands had a mind of their own as they followed the peaks and valleys of her back. Surprising me, Mika brought her hands up to my neck, held me still and kissed me. I closed my eyes, torn, I wanted to kiss her back, but the way I was feeling now, her kiss made me feel like I was holding onto an eel and my control was slipping through my fingers, harder and harder to grasp with each second that passed.

When she pulled away I grinned. “Well, that is a good morning I could get used to,” I said. It was a lie, I don’t think I would ever get used to her kiss. “You feeling alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, a little tired but no headache,” she replied, her fingers had slid down my chest and rested between my pectorals. I wondered if she can feel how hard my heart beat.

“And what about the other thing?” Her brows pulled together and she frowned, confused. “About what we did? Together. Last night.” Jesus Noah, you sound like a god damn teenager.

Mika’s cheeks coloured that pretty pink hue. I didn’t doubt that mine would be the same if I didn’t spend so much time in the sun. Tittering nervously, she said in a low voice, “That was good.”

I hummed. My hand went to Mika’s leg and lifted it onto my hip. “Good,” I said, running my hand along the smooth flesh of her thigh and ass. Mika was touching me too, her hand running over my chest, my shoulders and down my arm. She bit her lip as she traced my bicep and forearm, it felt good to see her do that, to know she liked how I look. It felt good to have her touch me at all. Last night when she undid my shirt and kissed me, it was one of the hottest things I had seen in my life, and it felt so good. I wondered again about how she could be so keen but also so skittish. She was bold as she had kissed me and undressed me, but then she stopped, frozen like a deer in headlights.

She wasn’t stopping now. She pulled me into a kiss again, her gentle lips prodding mine, and her hands explored. Up my back, over my shoulders, down my chest and abdomen. I kissed her back but didn’t move otherwise. It felt too good, and I didn’t want her to frighten her, I didn’t want her to stop.

Then Mika’s hand moved lower, and lower. I stopped kissing her and looked down between us as her fingers reached the waistband of my boxers. My chest puffed as I sucked in air through gritted teeth. My whole body tingled, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and without consciously thinking about it my hands were in her hair and I pulled her mouth back to mine. “Please, Mika,” I begged. “Touch me.”

“I don’t know what to do,” She breathed. I almost laughed at her, she’s surely joking, but then she clarified. “I don’t know what you like.”

I leaned my forehead against hers, taking a minute to try and think. Mika didn’t take away her hand, so she still wanted to, but she’s worried what I’d like? Yeah, guys like different things but in the end its all the same right, move your hand up and down. It’s obvious Mika is inexperienced, but surely, she’s done this before.

With my painfully hard cock screaming at me, I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. “You don’t have to,” I said, forcing myself to sound genuine. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable, but I also knew there was no way to mask the desire I felt.

“But I want to,” Mika said softly. “If you want me to that is.”

I did laugh then, “Of course I want you to.” I held her hand in mine against my chest, lacing our fingers together.

“Show me then, Noah,” Mika said. “Show me what to do.” Mika moved her hand and mine towards my boxers.

I squeezed her hand and let out a low groan. “You’re killing me here Mika,”

Mika giggled, “I’m sorry.”

Grinning I said, “What did I tell you about apologising?” Mika just smiled and kept moving her hand lower. I let her go and couldn’t resist anymore, “I’m gonna take my shorts off, ok?” Mika nodded, sucking her lip into her mouth.

Quick as I could I got naked, I felt my desperation reach a fever pitch, I needed her, needed Mikaela. I had wanted her for so long, thought about it her for longer than I should have and now she was here, willing, I couldn’t wait.

I laid on my back, kicked the blankets off and put my arm around her, bringing her close. Mika glanced down and I smirked with pride as she gasped. I bit my tongue, now was not the time for a smart ass comment. Mika’s hand moved towards my cock and I couldn’t breathe. Her movement was slow, timid and my anticipation boiled, my blood pumping hot and so hard through my cock I felt like I was going to burst.

Mika’s fingers slid down my shaft and shuddering with relief, I tried to bite back the groan of pleasure. Mika looked back up at me, withdrawing her hand quickly. “I’m sorry,” she said alarmed. “Did I hurt you?” she asked.

Frustrated I took Mika’s head in my hands and kissed her, my hunger for her not contained as I pushed my tongue between her lips. She kissed me back, her softness both calmed me and excited me, and I got myself under control enough to growl, “I wasn’t in pain, Mikaela.”

“Oh,” she said. Her face grew red and she appeared embarrassed.

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt like a dick, maybe her exes were quiet types. With a voice much more in control I said, “Gimmie your hand.”

Mika put her hand in mine and I guided her to me, wrapping her dainty fingers around my shaft. My eyes darted between my cock and Mika’s face, as I started to move her hand up and down in a steady rhythm. I wanted to ask her if she was ok, but I didn’t trust myself to speak, it felt so good. I couldn’t decide where to look, should I watch her warm hand touching me, driving me to release or should I close my eyes and let the sensation overtake me. Her large blue eyes caught mine and she gave me her shy smile. That look, that wide eyed look, made my animal urges rise and all I wanted was to throw her on her back and take her.

“Fuck, Mika.” I let go of her hand, dove my fingers into her silky soft hair and brought her face to mine. I kissed her, roughly not holding back, my teeth scraping the satin like skin on her lips. I growled into her neck, breathing in the cocktail of scents, her faint perfume on her skin, the shampoo in hair. Releasing her hair, I found her tits, feeling their curving weight, rolling her hardened bud between my fingers. My hips started driving up into her hand increasing the speed and I felt my orgasm as it brewed from the base of my cock.

“Don’t stop Mika,” I grunted, my voice was hard and hoarse. “You’re going to make me cum.” I felt her nodding her head as my release neared and soon came that moment when there was no going back. I held her close, I needed to feel her delicate body, her tender lips, and eager kiss. It wasn’t just her touch that drove me, it was her, all of her, her gentleness, her willingness, her scent. My mind was a mess with images of her, from the past, from right now and from a future where she would touch me like this again and again. With unrivalled bliss and a primal growl, I felt my hot cum burst from me, jetting thick white ropes over my chest and abdomen.

I laid unmoving, my eyes closed, waiting for my brain to start functioning again and my breathing to return to normal. I felt Mika try and get up but I tightened my grip. “Don’t go anywhere,” I said, “Just stay here a minute.”

“But you’re all a mess,” she said.

I cracked an eye, “Is there any on you?” She shook her head. “Then don’t worry, I’ll clean up in a minute. I wanna stay here for a bit.” She nodded and rested her head against my shoulder. I closed my eyes, running my hand up and down Mika’s back, I really didn’t want to move.

Mika’s finger poke into my side, “What the hell?” I asked.

With a smile Mika said, “You were snoring.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well. You took a lot out of me, women.” I looked down at my chest. Shit, I’m surprised I didn’t hit the damn roof. I looked at Mika, her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep. I knew I had to get up, but I didn’t want this new found intimacy to end. I lifted her chin so she’d look at me. “Wanna have a shower together?” I asked.

A slow smile curved across Mika’s lips then she hid her face under my arm. She shrugged, her voice muffled as she said, “I don’t know. You’ll see me naked.”

I burst out laughing, “Chicken, I’ve already seen you naked. You’re naked right now.” I gave her ass a slap, as if to prove my point. Her head came flying up with a yelp.

“It’s different,” she whined.

“It ain’t different,” I said. I got up carefully and went to the bathroom. “C’mon, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I started the shower, making the water a little warmer than I’d normally like, remembering that Liza always complained about how cold I had it. I got in quickly soaping up and rinsing off my cum, but Mika hadn’t come in. I washed my face and head and scrubbed my beard. She still hadn’t come in. I stuck my head out the screen. “Come on, Mika,” I said. “Don’t make me come out there and get you.”

Mika came in wearing one of the hotel robes and carrying her shampoo and conditioner. I shook my head and chuckled. God damn she was funny. “Don’t laugh at me, Noah,” she said, trying to make her voice stern but she couldn’t stop the grin.

“Do I have to turn around?” I teased.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Mika said, her tone implied she was only half joking,

I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Fine,” I said. I felt the rush of cold air as the screen opened and closed as she got in. I faced her and brought my arms around her, enjoying the feeling of holding her under the soothing water for a few minutes. It was nice, a little too nice and I felt myself stir again. I pushed as many of the sexual thoughts out of my head as I could. We didn’t have to rush, I reminded the impatient part of my brain that screamed “Fuck her” on a constant loop. But I needed a distraction.

I thought about the first time Mika and I really talked, when I stopped thinking of her as just the cute girl who lived next door and started thinking of her more as a friend and later something more than that. It was the reason I had a poor excuse to try and get her to come with me this weekend. I chuckled, remembering seeing her all wet and wild running around to the side of her house wearing that tiny towel. “What are you laughing at now?” Mika asked, she looked up at me, her chin resting on my chest.

“Just thanking God for faulty plumbing,” I said. She blushed and I kissed her nose. “I don’t know if we ever would have spoken otherwise.”

“Well I suppose it was one good thing to come out of one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” She laughed with me. “And hey, I don’t owe you a favour anymore, do I?”

“Guess not,” I replied. I brought my hand to the back of Mika’s head and she rested it against my chest again. After a while, her tummy rumbled and I was reminded of my own hunger. “I guess I better get out and order breakfast,” I said, untangling ourselves. I kissed her mouth briefly as I got out. “You want the same as yesterday?” I asked.

Mika nodded and started to wash her hair, I towelled off watching her, liking the way her tits stuck out as she lifted her arms over her head. I grinned like a fool, taking forever to dry off, and hoped that this was the first of many times I would get to do this, watch her go about her boring day to day life. Watch her brush her teeth, make breakfast, do her laundry. Yeah. I’d like that.

Chapter Nine

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Tropesville - Chapter Ten

Summary: Sy confronts Matt. Will their conversation lead to the end of the relationship?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Mikaela (OFC)

Word Count: approx. 2.8k

Warnings: slight angst, introspection, Olivia being a bitch

Authors Note: I got a prompt from @omgkatinka and I started it as a one-shot and thought, nah, I could do heaps with this and it just kept expanding. Anyway, I hope you all like it.

Thanks to @amberangel112 for their help on this, Beta reading and helping me get my wild ideas in order.

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Chapter 10

Syverson POV

My blood ran like ice through my veins. I felt nothing but a cold calm slide over me as I looked at my cousin and my girlfriend, hands clasped together, backed up against the wall. I met her eyes, and I felt a pain deep in my heart.

“Noah,” Mika said. “This is not what you think it is.”

I looked at Matt, he had dropped Mika’s hands and stepped back. He looked scared, and he damn well should. Who the fuck does he think he is coming onto my girl when he’s getting married? No wonder, he’s a God damn cheat. But Mika…

I walked into the hall letting the door close behind me. Matt started pacing, his agitated steps stomping towards me before he abruptly turned his back on me. I almost laughed, what a God damn idiot, turning his back on a threat. But as he walked towards me again, I realised it wasn’t me he feared.

Mika approached me slowly. She was cautious, hesitant, like she was scared of me too, and I hated myself. I never wanted her to be afraid of me, and the fear in her eyes made me soften. Matt meanwhile started muttering to himself.

“Noah,” Mika said. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice had a little edge to it, but I tried to supress my anger. “What the hell’s wrong with him?” I watched Matt and thought maybe I knew. “Is he having some sort of anxiety attack?”

Mika nodded, “I think so.” She bit her lip and looked at him, the concern clear on her face. I took a few breaths calming myself down. Ok, maybe it looked worse than it was, maybe she had just been trying to calm him down. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions.

“Did somethin’ set him off or did it just happen?” I asked.

“Bit of both,” Mika replied. Her brows were furrowed, “I think this is more than just wedding day jitters.”

“What happened?” My voice still sounded sharper than I’d like as I asked, “What were you two doing out here.”

“I dragged her out here, Noah,” Matt said. “I needed to know some things about what happened when we broke up.”

I shook my head. “That’s sounds like bullshit to me,” I said to Matt. “What could you possibly need to know from your ex-girlfriend on your God damn wedding day.” I saw Mika flinch. I wasn’t mad at her; I was mad at my piece of shit cousin bringing her into his stupid relationship drama when she had clearly distanced herself from both of them. The minute my back was turned he had approached her. “You need to grow up, son. You’re either man enough to get married today or you’re just a fucking boy who can’t get their life sorted.”

“Sy that’s not fair,” Mika interjected.

“What the hell are you defending him for Mika? He just tried to come onto you.” Was she that innocent or did she think I was a fool?

“I don’t think he did,” Mika took a small step towards me. “I think he’s just realised that Olivia lied to him their whole relationship.” Mika quickly and quietly relayed what Matt said to her. I looked at Matt. He sure did look like his world was falling apart and he sunk to the floor with his head in his hands.

I took a deep breath. Ok, maybe I overreacted again. “Come ‘ere,” I said and put my arms out to Mika. She took the final steps into my arms, and I enveloped her in them. I kissed her forehead and let myself hold her a minute while I thought about what I was going to do. Matt was a little shit, but fuck he was a mess right now and less than an hour until he was supposed to get married. I knew he couldn’t talk to his dad about this, Paneet hated Olivia’s guts and Matt knew it.

Cupping Mika’s cheeks, I lifted her head so she could look at me. “Go on back to the party. If anyone is looking for Matt, just tell them he and I are having a chat, ok?”

Mika smiled, “You’re a good guy, Noah.”

I shook my head, bless her heart for thinking that I’m good. If she only knew the things I thought about her while I was overseas. “Nah,” I said. “I’m just used to dealin’ with young guys havin’ a crisis.” I kissed her, forcing myself to keep it brief. When I let her go, her big clear blue eyes gripped me. “You’re real pretty, you know that, right?” I held her head firmly, not letting her look away and watched as her cheeks reddened and she slowly nodded.

Sighing, I let her go and when I heard the door close behind her, I went over to Matt and sat beside him. “Right, talk to me.”

“She lied to me, our whole relationship she made me think that Mika cheated on me.”

I snorted, “Well you’re an idiot if you believed Olivia over Mika.”

Matt sat up and stared daggers at me. Well shit, maybe the boy does love Olivia. No, that ain’t it. He loves the ideal of her, what he thought she was. “She wasn’t always like this Noah. She used to be sweet. But now she’s all demanding and wants to control everything.”

“People only have control over you if you let them,” I said. “She ain’t your boss or commanding officer. If you don’t want to do somethin’, stand up for yourself and tell her no.”

“If Mika wanted something, would you tell her no?” He had me there. I’d move heaven and earth for that girl, and we’d only been together a couple of days.

“Probably not. But Mika ain’t demandin’ anythin’, you know what she’s like.”

Matt laughed cynically, “Wait till she wants to get married. I think all women lose their minds once that ring goes on their finger.”

“Yeah maybe,” I said uncommittedly. Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind marrying Mika, she seems like a great girl to settle down with, I always wondered why she hadn’t. I mean not yet of course. Maybe in a year or so, if things went like they were now, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Not the time to think about that now.

I took a breath and trying to concentrate on my cousin I said, “Well Matt, you’ve got some choices ahead of you. Now I can’t tell you what to choose, but I can tell you what the questions are.” Matt nodded so I continued, “One, you gotta decide if you love Olivia. Two, do you want to marry her? That’s it. You answer no to either of those you call this off right now. Otherwise, get over whatever is in your head.”

Matt looked stricken. I gave him a grin. “I know it’s tough, but I ain’t here to baby you.” Jesus, maybe I should have gone easier on him than I would a recruit but damn it he’s a 30 year old man. I’ve seen 19 year old boys and girls go through tougher shit than this.

Looking away, Matt started fidgeting with his hands. I took it as a sign to leave. I patted his knee before I got up and I went back inside. I didn’t know if I helped him or hurt him but, in the end, I didn’t think Matt had the balls required to stop this rodeo. He’d go through with the ceremony, then live his life regretting it, blaming Olivia for his unhappiness and I’ll bet my left nut he won’t remember the out he could have taken in this moment.

Mika was at the door when I opened it. She looked sheepish as I came in. “Were you listening, Chicken?”

“No,” she scoffed. I raised my eyebrow and squinted my eyes at her. “Yeah, ok, I was. But I couldn’t hear everything.” She looked down at her feet before she asked, “Are you ok?”

I hummed and put my arm around her waist and used the other to lift her chin. “Yeah,” I said. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at me. “Well, I am now that I know he wasn’t actually trying to cut my grass.” I took a breath, I had something else to say. “I’m sorry if I scared you before. I would never hurt you; you know that right?”

Mika cupped my cheek rubbing her thumb against my skin. “I know,” she said. And I let out the breath I was holding. She laughed, “I was a little concerned for Matt though.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have hurt him either,” I said. It was true, I think. Unless he hurt her, then all bets were off. I think that’s why I was so quick to anger with him. He had hurt her, he’s just lucky I didn’t know her then or there would have been hell to pay.

Matt followed me back in a few minutes later. He had painted a smile on his face and went to his groomsmen who immediately handed him more alcohol. I was right, he wasn’t going to say anything, he was going to go through with it despite his doubts. I was disappointed that I was right.

Photos were being taken now and I made sure to get at least one of Mika in there, smirking to myself that Olivia was going to love that when she looked through them later. My aunt and uncle had wanted her in the picture anyway, so she would probably blame them.

Fairly soon it was time to go down to the ceremony. Since the rain had set in there was a flurry of activity while the hotel staff, florist and celebrant all adjusted to the plan b setting. We shuffled in, taking our seats, Mika and I sitting close to the front with the rest of Matt’s family. A string quartet was set up playing music as Matt and his groomsmen stood at the front, joking with one another.

“It’s really pretty, very rustic and sweet,” Mika said, her arms wrapped around mine as she sat next to me, as if clinging to me like I was a life preserver. Her tits pressed into arm as she leaned into me to be heard over the chatter of the growing crowd. “The flowers are beautiful,” she continued.

I looked around and shrugged. “I guess so,” I said, and my lack of interest must have been obvious because she laughed.

“You could pretend to be impressed,” Mika said. “You did tell me that you would show me how romantic you could be,” she teased.

I grinned, “I meant it too. But this,” I waved my arm around the room, the fakery of it made me sick. “This is an imitation of romance, Chicken. Matt and Olivia ain’t in love. They may think they are, but this is all for show. It’s a performance.”

“What would you do differently?” Mika asked.

I’ve put my foot in it now. “I don’t know, but not this,” I said. “Weddings are a ritual, a contract of marriage, a social and legal union of two people. We’re all here to witness that covenant and when you know the whole thing is based on a lie, none of the rest of the props can make me think this is anythin’ but play acting.”

“Wow,” Mika said. “I didn’t realise you felt so strongly about marriage.”

“There’s a reason Liza and I never married,” I admitted quietly. “I knew I couldn’t stand in front of all those people and say I’d love her forever.” I stopped myself from adding because I knew deep down inside that I didn’t. I looked at Mika and found myself drowning in the ocean of her eyes. I don’t remember ever looking at Liza like I look at her, but surely, I must have at some point, early on when we were kids. If I did, I can’t recall it.

I also can’t remember Liza looking at me like Mika looks at me either. Her face is open, trusting, and I see the desire in her eyes. She wants me. Yeah sure, early on Liza wanted me too, but I can’t explain how it felt different. I felt the animal urges rise in me again, the part of me that wanted to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and run off with her. I grinned at the thought, imagining how she would react. Mika’s cheeks coloured and she looked away. I wonder if she could see on my face what I was thinking. She didn’t pull away entirely though, her arms still clung to mine and she even gave it a squeeze. I shifted in my seat, these damned pants were too tight, as I embarrassingly started to harden.

Trying to distract myself I had a look around at all the people and realised everyone was moving to take their seats. I saw Mika’s friend Tracey run up to us. Tracey bent over and kissed my cheek, giving me a quick hello before turning her attention to Mika. The two of them put their heads together and whispered. I was curious to hear what they were talking about, but Mika let go of my arm and leaned away from me while the flurry of murmuring continued and just as quickly Tracey ran off to the other side of the wedding to be with the guests from Olivia’s side.

Mika turned to the front but didn’t look at me. She seemed a little pale, but it was hard to tell with her make up. I put my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. “What’s up, Chicken?”

Mika opened her mouth to speak but the doors at the back were opened and the ceremony began with the flower girls walking down the aisle. When we all stood for the bride, Mika stood behind me, hidden from view of the aisle. I was still puzzled and thought I’d best ask her about it later. Something really seemed to be bothering her.

Watching Olivia walk down the aisle was surreal. When I said I thought the whole thing seemed fake I had meant it, but nothing seemed like more a charade than watching her make her way to the man she supposedly loved. Matt didn’t look the best, and you’d think you’d be concerned, but Olivia looked mad. Granted, she had a smile on her face, but I’d seen enough smiling people who wanted to kill me to know her eyes didn’t reflect the emotions the rest of her face did. I wanted to grab them both a knock their heads together, it seemed neither were happy so why were they doing it.

Not my problem I reminded myself. I reached for Mika’s hand and finding it brought it to my lips for a kiss, thankful that I had found her and thankful that Liza had ended our relationship. I guess I had to admit, I was so mad at Matt because I saw myself in his actions. I mean Liza was never a bitch like Olivia, but we didn’t love each other, and I wallowed in that empty relationship for years doing nothing about it.

We all sat down, and the celebrant started to speak, to thank us all for coming when Matt spoke up.

“I can’t do this,” Matt said, barely loud enough to carry past the first few rows of guests, but loud enough that we heard it.

“Oh, thank God!” Uncle Paneet said, much louder than Matt spoke and earned an elbow in the ribs from Aunt Monica and a glare from Olivia. I bit my tongue, the urge to laugh too strong. Good for you, Matt.

“What do you mean?” Olivia said, turning her attention back to Matt. She reached out to grab him, but he took a step back, walking into one of his groomsmen.

“I can’t do this,” Matt repeated. “I’m sorry.” He kept walking backwards away from Olivia. Everyone started to work out what was happening, and nervous chatter swept through the guests.

Matt turned and left via one of the huge French doors at the side of the room, breaking into a run as soon as he left. His groomsmen followed, then my aunt and uncle, while the rest of the room broke into gasps and utterances of shock.

Olivia’s bridesmaids huddled around her and a woman, who I can only assume was her mother, ran up from the front row to console her. Olivia started crying, swearing, and shouting with anger. I looked at Mika who was shrinking in her seat. Oh, this was bad.

“Quick Mika,” I said, “Let’s go.” I wanted to get her out of there before Olivia started looking for people to blame. But I was too late, the moment we both stood we heard her scream.

“This is all your fault, you stupid, ugly, frigid cunt!”

Chapter Eleven

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a nice thing each about nice people

to serve as a reminder of all the lovely people that exist 

ali: i can’t pick just one!! dsjhfskdjfs i’m gonna go with she never lets nerves get the best of her and knows how to make an amazing first impression on anyone she meets. 

sara; the literal cutest human ever with killer instagram captions, killer clothes and makeup, killer relationship. always looking out for others while lowkey gettin lit as well. luv her. 

cayley; so 100% real all the time whether she’s doing well or not so well and the way she shows love is so endearing and having her around/seeing that i’m going to be working with her cheers me up all the time 

maeghan; got broken up with and was sad for a few days and then displayed the most amazing and mature sense of grace about the whole situation and i really admired that 

alex; honestly just like lightning in a bottle he’s so much fun to have around all the time and he’s always up for whatever. 

adam; a chill dude who always makes a point to tell his girlfriend that he likes her makeup/shirt/whatever it is and also helped me score an A+ on a film studies paper back in the day 

stacey; i have never met anyone who gives less of a fuck what other people think. truly admirable. also she and her husband have a really solid relationship that lots of people can learn from. 

kerri; has the best way of telling stories even if they are super long she keeps you interested and is honestly just hilarious 

emma; simultaneously a badass lawyer-to-be and dank meme lord also has the most wild social life of anyone i’ve ever met 

sydney; basically a flower reincarnated into a person. she can do no wrong. 

mikaela; sees the good in LITERALLY EVERYONE almost to a fault like this girl is all about redemption and optimism and will show love to everyone who shows her love. 

alesta; always makes an effort to plan and coordinate things and make everyone feel included in those plans :’) deserves all of the good things she has manifested 

brenda; killer chokers and knee socks always. so much fun to have around because when she laughs she always laughs sooo hard and it makes you feel HAPPY

steven; most of the girls i know have learned to two-step from him. he lets loose on the dance floor. 

connor; has helped me out so many times when i send him random panicked texts like “how the fuck do i apply for student loans????’ and “i ate yogurt that expired a month ago what’s the chances that i’m gonna get sick???” 

adam w; adam’s in LOVE and we can all tell and it’s cute

crystal; ever since moving to victoria crystal has blossomed into this wild child who bungee jumps and gets tattoos and does cute fun things and it’s really nice to see that progression