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Snippet Sunday VIII
I think it's the eighth Sunday...? Maybe maybe! Here's some prophet story I wrote freshly for you (yes, you!)
A hand raised to his chest, trying to find the mutilation that had forced his ribs to poke out like ageing farmhouse fencing. His skin was sealed, unblemished under his fingers; sticky from his blood, but otherwise untouched. An identical inspection around his throat found the same. No hole for pathetic, fleshy pleas to wheeze through. All fixed. All perfect.
âYou saved me,â he finally whispered, eyes wide and awed. âYou â you didnât have to, but youâŠ?â
The Blight â previously quiet, considerate, letting him get to terms with the gift of his life â curled in his head, content. Youâve done me well, it said simply. I donât want to lose you yet.
He probed carefully at his skull, hair sliding between his fingers. He could see where shards of his skull had been ejected, pick them up and inspect them, but he found no hollows in his head, no blemishes. âThank you,â he said softly. âI⊠thank you.â
Your brother is almost here.
Cain blinked, the brief memory of something â a squirrel? â flashing through his mind, before he shook it away, focused. âWe should go, then,â he said, starting to stand. The ground glimmered. His surroundings groaned and sobbed, the forgotten guards whimpering and wheezing, the fury surrendering them to shock and agony. âTo Body?â
It hesitated. As he started to walk past a pair of guards, one pinned down by the other, bloodied and bruised, it drew his attention down to the ground, to a discarded knife next to the freed, fighting pair. See if you can slow him down, it suggested idly.
#snippet sunday#writerblr#writing#am writing#my writing#original writing#spilled ink#prophet story#this is really a direct follow-on from last week#same chapter and all that#pov: your quasi god wants you to fight your brother but you love him too much to do that#so you're just gonna knife the tire of the van he's riding around in instead#(good plan!)#I get to write the temple bit soon. I am very excited for the temple bit soon#also fun fact! We now have an? Almost complete stretch of events!!!#pre-sea to sky!!! That's uh#9 chapters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#wowowowowowoowww!!!#now that sky has been destroyed we get to get to the Personal gods wahoo#first up will be body and it will be fun#but who knows when I'll actually write it oops#this week could have writing time but I also have an essay to write about raptor conservation in the UK so we'll have to see#have a good week :)
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it had been three years that you and isagi yoichi have been dating for. so you couldnât help but be suspicious why he was leading your hand to the beach known as the âsea of starsâ in maldives, also the same place that you told him you dreamt of being proposed to at.Â
âyour eyes are still closed, right?âÂ
âuh huh,â you nod, heart beating in your chest furiously. was tonight the night?
it could have been. this whole trip was very spontaneous after all. your boyfriend had even wanted to book the whole thing and pay for all your expenses himself, even pre-trip stuff like a fresh mani/pedi and new clothes and bags. it was a nice surprise, but he was extra insistent about everything. Â
the two of you had just finished eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. your lips still taste sweet from the dessert, too. but after getting lost in conversation for an hour, yoichi all of a sudden said he wanted to âtake you somewhere,â but âyou have to close your eyes.âÂ
the familiar warmth and texture of the grainy sand hits your bare toes as he takes off your heels. you hear him shuffling to take off his shoes, too, then his large hand grabs yours, gently leading you ashore. the relaxing sounds of ocean waves crashing grow louder and louder with each step.Â
âyouâre not gonna push me in the water, right?âÂ
his chuckle fills the air. âwouldnât dream of it. plus, i wouldnât wanna ruin that beautiful black off-the-shoulder dress.âÂ
â... youâre acting weird.âÂ
âam i?âÂ
it seemed as if you wouldnât shut up, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling in your gut. but before you could begin yapping about your favorite part of the dessert you shared an hour ago, you hear, âopen your eyes.âÂ
the sight in front of you is breathtaking. stars scattered above in the sky and in the ocean, dark blue neon dots glowing brighter with every movement of a calm wave. youâve dreamed of seeing bioluminescent phytoplankton like this before, kneeling down gently to lift your dress and place your feet in the water, watching blue glow around your skin.Â
âwow, itâs so pretty!â you exclaim.Â
yoichi nods, watching you from a few feet behind as you play around in the water. heâs not one to get his long pants wet, but heâs all for seeing you happy.Â
after youâre done, you walk back up to him. âthereâs like almost no one here!âÂ
âi mightâve paid them to leave us alone for ten minutes,â yoichi shrugs, earning a playful slap to his chest. with a laugh, he points to your left. âlook over there.âÂ
you turn to your left, cocking your head as to what he was possibly pointing at. thereâs nothing, no boats, no people. just the water and more ethereal bioluminescence. you turn back around, confused.Â
âi donât see ââÂ
youâre cut off with yoichi on one knee in front of you, a hand covering half of his face as the other holds a velvet box with a large oval-cut diamond ring on a simple gold band.Â
âi donât even know where to start,â he laughs nervously, removing the hand from his face. itâs a bit dark, the only source of light being from the ocean, but you can tell heâs red. âiâve been rehearsing since 3 AM in the hotel bathroom and i couldnât sleep.âÂ
you already feel hot tears brimming at your eyelids. yoichi notices, but for you, for this moment, he tries his best to keep himself composed.Â
âhonestly, iâve been in love with you since the moment i laid eyes on you. and every single day since then, iâve fallen harder, deeper, and more helplessly into this love. you have completely ruined me, in the best way possible. i canât function without thinking about you. i wake up thinking about you. i go to sleep thinking about you. every little thing you do, every smile, every laugh, every time you look at me⊠i swear, it feels like my heart is about to explode."Â
he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at just how gone he is.Â
âyou are my entire world. you are my best friend, my greatest joy, my deepest love, and, honestly, my only personality trait at this point. i would do anything for you. anything. If you told me to swim across this entire ocean right now, iâd ask you if you wanted me to backstroke or freestyle. if you asked me to count every single star in the sky just so youâd know how much i love you, iâd be out here all night, every night, for the rest of my life."Â
his voice is thick with emotion, looking up at you with complete devotion.Â
âi have never, not for a second, doubted that you are the one for me. you are my forever, my always, my everything. so, here i am, in front of the most beautiful person in the world, under the most beautiful sky, by the most beautiful ocean, asking the most important question i will ever ask⊠will you let me spend forever proving that i was meant to be your husband?"Â
the waves crash softly, the stars above shining brighter, as if the universe itself is waiting for the only answer that could possibly exist.Â
âyes.âÂ
it was an easy answer, one that needed no hesitation from you. with the happiest smile and a weight lifted off his chest, yoichi slides the ring onto your left ring finger, standing up, picking you up, and twirling you around with joy.Â
on this night, the stars bore witness to the two of you beginning forever.Â
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itâs safe to say that the internet BLEW up after you posted pictures of you with your diamond engagement ring with the caption: âin my fiance eraaaâ
everyone knew of your engagement, shippers going crazy and every social media algorithm showing users your beautiful diamond ring that probably cost $1 million easily.Â
your comments flooded with fans expressing heartfelt congratulations and jealous haters who could only dream of having a love like yours. your family and friends were also very happy for you and so were yoichiâs family and teammates.Â
a/n: i am aware that everyone has different skin tones, i just used this pic to show off what the ring looks like!
it would be a lie to say you didnât spend the next day on pinterest looking at wedding inspo instead of enjoying your vacation.Â
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the wedding ceremony was held a year later.Â
you made sure to keep it private, only inviting close friends and family from both sides, but there were still a lot of people.Â
though you might need to be studied, because how did you break the internet again?
shortly after releasing your wedding pictures, they went just as viral as your engagement announcement.Â
it wasnât just the off-shoulder lace mermaid dress, or the way yoichi basically began crying the moment he saw you, or the fact you opted to walk down the aisle alone to show how no one but you was going to give yourself away to the love of your life, or how bachira had a dance-off moment with a soccer ball on the middle of the stage, or the fact that rin actually gave a speech.Â
no, it was your long trailing veil scattered across the ground with two words delicately embroidered at the end: âMRS. ISAGI.âÂ
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a/n: yes i am gonna keep writing about my man
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#isagi yoichi#isagi x reader#yoichi isagi#bllk#bllk x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#manifesting a love like this for everyone who reads this#break the internet
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everyone adores you (at least i do)
pairing: sam x reader
wc: 1.1k
tags: CHEEEEESY cheesy cheesy puppy love, mutual pining, sam is PATHETICALLY down bad, pre-relationship, abigail and sebastian mentioned, friends to lovers
synopsis: if it were up to sam, he'd spend every second of everyday at your side.
a/n: in all of my other sam fics, its reader embarrassingly in love with him...he gets a taste of his own medicine here lol!
With vanilla ice cream melting and dripping down your fingertips, coarse sand underneath you and the salty ocean waves lapping at your feet; you are a child again, sitting with your grandpa at the docks, watching as he reeled in a âbig oneâ. Filling his bucket with loads and loads of fish.
Those days are far gone now, but the memory remains, as clear as the day you remember it. The feeling is nostalgic, sleepy in the way your senses are dulled by syrupy thick contentment. Beaches at sunset have that effect on you, you suppose.Â
âThis is fun,â Sam says, tone lacking its boisterous loudness, you almost donât hear it over the sound of crashing waves. âI had a lot of fun today, farmer.â
Your eyes flicker to him, his green gaze dead-set on the peachy golden sky, the taste of sea salt mingling with sweet ice cream heavy in your tongue. The sea breeze is cold, whipping against your face and running through your hair.
âI did too,â you agree. âYâknow, I donât get a lot of off time with the farm and stuff. This is a nice change of pace.â
He smiles, that sunshine smile youâve come to associate with Sam. âI caught you at just the right time then, huh?âÂ
You shrug, your own smile mirroring his. âAuspicious.â He did.
The sun is setting, the day is coming to a close yet Sam wishes it wouldnât, silently pleading with any higher being to somehow stretch time. He is barely a religious person, but the weight of his want is enough to transcend his own beliefs. Every second with you barely feels like enough; like sand slipping through his fingers.
One thingâs for certain, Sam isnât going to just let it end here.
âWe should hang out like this again,â Sam says, a little hurriedly, captured all in one breath. Shy and tentative, like a bashful child with a school crush. âUh, I mean, do you? Wanna? Hang out with me?â
You can barely suppress a delighted chuckle from slipping past your lips, your chest warming with fond affection. âIâd be more than happy to. Yoba knows I need a break or two or Iâll actually explode,â you huff while Sam hums in agreement. âWe can even invite Abigail and Sebastian⊠so can demo that new song for me, I see you all working very hard when I visit sometimes.â
He should be happy to hear that; that youâd be more than happy to spend your precious off time with him out of all people. You and him, him and you, Sam and the farmer. Your name connected to his with âandâ, it makes him giddy, causes his cheeks pinken and pinken.Â
Just the two of you, though. Sure, he loves his friends, Abby and Seb have been with him since day one. But it feels out of placeâ
(Sam, Sebastian, Abigail and the farmer doesnât have that ring to itâŠ)
âYeah, IâI dunno, itâs justâŠâ
The unfiltered truth is stupid, at least to him. Vincent is far too young for some of the things Sam longs to say. Thereâs a reason Abby and Seb hang out under his nose, he wonât blame them, they have their own secrets he isnât privy toâtoo serious, too dull for him.
(And now with you, he thinks you might just be the one he can share his own secrets with. Because even he has his own serious, dull thoughts. Thoughts that he doesnât want brushed away with a snarky remark or a sarcastic laugh.)
âI kinda like that itâs just the two of us?âÂ
His voice sounds unsteady, squeaky. Trailing off at the end, lost in the sound of water crashing at your feet. Phrasing his statement into a question that you could deny, that you could easily brush offâbecause if you did, he would too.Â
(It would be a bummer if you did though, but Sam is cool with that, chill with any decision you make. Really, he totally is.)
You grin, bumping your shoulder against his, your ice cream is dripping down, down, down your knuckles. Once your skin meets his, you donât pull away, you press closer and closer to his side. Leaning your head against his sunburnt shoulderâbut he barely registers the stingâand your arm against his own. Itâs a pleasant weight, having you against himâgrounding and tethering him to you.
âI do too. Like it, I mean. I think I get to see so many other sides to you, Sam. Without the others and all that.â
Sam feels his breath hitch, his cheeks flush even pinker even with the sunburns. âWoah, phew, I meanâawesome⊠When, when do you think we can meet next?â
You tilt your head, running calculations through your mind. Youâre very busy on that farm, he knows; but Sam canât help but keep his hopes up, youâre fun company. Maybe the best heâs had yet.
âI know I wonât have enough time until my melons are ready for harvestingâand donât you dare try making a joke about that,â you smile, wide and cheeky. Right as Sam readies an innuendo at the tip of his tongue; it makes his blood pump faster and his breathing stutters at the thought of you knowing him so well.Â
âSo how about this?â you propose slowly. âWe spend one day every month doing all the stuff we wanna do, together. just you and meâfun right? Iâll even sleep a little earlier the night before.â
Sam bites into his ice creamâchocolate and your treat, at your insistenceâthough he isnât quite sure if the immediate smile on his lips is due to its sweetness, or yours.
He leans closer into you, resting his head on top of yours, strands of your hair tickling his lips. Lowering his voice into a whisper so only you can hear.
(The secret is that you make Sam want. Want, want, want like heâll never get sick of it. He hoards these stolen moments with you so greedily yet wants more.)
ââŠtwo days, two days each month.â
He feels your body shake with the strength of your laughter, warmth swirls all throughout his body, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. Sam finds that he likes the feeling, the buzz of itâitâs addicting.
âYeah, alright then,â you reply, mirth dripping from each and every word. âtwo days. We have a deal. Better?â
âYeah,â he turns back to face the water, the ocean spray misting his face. âYeah, a lot better. That does sound fun.â
Anything sounds fun when it involves you.
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happy new year. â cyj
pairing: choi yeonjun x gn!reader
content: fluff, best friends to ?
warnings: swearing, some pining, yn is a little drunk
word count: 3k
a/n: i wrote this literally 3 years ago and never posted it so uh. happy new year i guess!
taglist (click to join): @ashxxgyu @hydroqenbreaths
Looking back, your year wasnât too bad. Sure, it wasnât perfect, but perfection doesnât exist, anyway. Would you change anything if you could? Who knows? Itâs not like you can go back and do it, so you prefer not to think about it too much.
The New Yearâs Eve party is kind of loud, thereâs too many people. Usually you wouldnât be caught dead in such an event, but Yeonjun always knew how to work his way around you. It was hard saying no to him when he knew just how to convince you. You tried to, you really tried, but he gave you those puppy eyes â or should you say Shrekâs Puss in Boots eyes? â and you couldnât help but give in.Â
So you dressed up, put on your best cologne and let your best friend help you to ensure you looked good before going to Kang Taehyunâs house. Youâve always heard he was the best party thrower, and youâre not surprised to know the rumors are true. The music is nice, just as much as the food and the drinks. The atmosphere is very inviting to anyone who likes that kind of thing, and although youâre not one for loud parties, you still try to make yourself comfortable. Youâve already greeted many people, and even danced shyly for a while, but your social battery was far from lasting as long as Yeonjunâs. By now, your best friend has disappeared in a sea of people, and you know heâll eventually find his way back to you, but you won't stand awkwardly beside him like a shadow for the rest of the night. Yeonjun is a true party person, he enjoys being surrounded by people. He might even find someone he could spend the night with, and you donât wanna be in his way. Youâd never cockblock him, would you?
All of thatâs why you end up consuming one too many drinks, just enough to leave you a tiny little itty bitty bit tipsy. See, you donât really like the strong taste of alcohol, but Taehyun had so many options to appeal to everyoneâs personal taste, and you found yourself a nice sparkling wine that was perfectly sweet and did wonders to your taste buds, so you might have had a little more than you shouldâve.Â
Youâre not drunk, you know youâre not. At least you think so. Youâre still 100% conscious, you know exactly what youâre doing and where youâre going, but itâs kind of hard to keep your balance. Every time you move, you feel like you might fall over, so you tread carefully toward the balcony.Â
The sky looks nice, the stars are in full display â not a single cloud to ruin the picture. Though the snow is no longer falling down, you can see the white coat it has created over the entire town. Itâs quite the view. Peaceful, comfortable. The cold doesnât bother you at all as you get distracted, admiring everything there is to see.
You still have a glass of sparkling wine in your hand, and at this point you donât even know how many youâve had. But you donât think too much of it, because you still feel sober enough. Leaning forwards, you prop your elbows on the ledge of the balcony and look down. Itâs really high up, but itâs not like youâre going to jump or fall down, so you donât really feel scared.Â
For a moment, you catch your thoughts wandering in Yeonjun's direction. Heâs one of the only constant things you have, if not the only one. You've been friends for a while now, longer than you can recall. You actually admire the people who keep track of precisely when their friendship with someone started, because you could never do that. You know there was a time when Yeonjun wasn't there, and then suddenly he was, and you know he waltzed into your life when you were children, maybe pre-teens, but you're not sure of the exact date or even the year when it happened. But he's been there for you for long enough and it feels like it's been a lifetime.
Feeling the cold breeze turning your cheeks red as you admire the snow-covered buildings, you feel thankful for him. Sure, you wouldnât be at a party if it were completely up to you, but the thing about your best friend is that he always knows when you might just have a good time going somewhere, and when you might not. He never really forces you to go anywhere with him, but if he feels like itâs gonna be good for you, heâll try and convince you to be his plus one. And, once again, he was right about this one. Despite not mingling with people for too long, it still feels nice to have a change of setting, be somewhere new. Besides, you know heâll be right there and take you home as soon as you want to leave, all you need to do is text him, but you donât feel the need to.Â
Youâre not sure what time it is, but youâre guessing itâs probably close to midnight. Instead of reaching for your phone to check the clock, you raise your glass to take another sip, and thatâs when you hear someone clearing their throat.
âDonât you think youâve drunk enough for tonight?â Yeonjunâs playful voice speaks directly to you. He walks up to you, stands right beside you and gently takes the drink from your hand, as if to prevent a tragedy.Â
You offer him a lopsided smile. âNot at all. Iâm still perfectly fine.â
âMhm. How many glasses have you had so far?â He seems to be having fun with the sight of you, for some reason. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head back, looking at the sky as you try to mentally count the number of times youâve gone for a refill. After a few seconds of silence, Yeonjun chuckles and pats your shoulder. âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
âNo, I swear it wasnât that many! Iâm okay, Iâm completely sober.â You insist and he raises an eyebrow.
âIs that so?â He grins, and for some reason, you catch yourself looking at the shape of his lips as if itâs the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen. Maybe it is. Yeonjun has always been a handsome guy, and in the past few years heâs gotten more attractive. His features have become less juvenile, more mature. He always gets heads turning whenever he walks into a room, and you're not oblivious to how good he looks.
As soon as you notice where your mindâs going, you shake those thoughts away. âYeah, look, Iâll prove it!â You step back from the ledge, trying to think of a way to show him you mean what youâre saying.
You end up raising your left leg, standing on the other and trying to keep your balance â which is probably not a good idea, considering youâre tipsy â as you start counting. Yeonjun still looks entertained, like heâs holding back his laughter and just waiting for your arms to start flailing around. You, on the other hand, canât help but notice how beautiful he looks under the moonlight, with the dim light of the tall lamp set outside also illuminating his face.
You lose your balance as soon as that thought crosses your mind again, swaying helplessly for an instant. Thankfully, Yeonjun has quick reflexes, so before you know it, he has already put the glass down on the ledge and come to rescue you in his arms, preventing you from falling flat on your face.
âPff, yeah, totally sober. Youâre the most sober person in the entire world right now.â He scoffs, while still firmly holding you.Â
You hold on to his arms and stay still for a moment. The sudden movement made you feel dizzier than you already were a few seconds ago, so you need to stabilize yourself before moving.Â
He notices it and brings you closer, tilting his head in an attempt to look at your face. âYou okay?âÂ
Being so close to him, you can smell his cologne. Itâs nice, not too strong, and it smells like⊠comfort. Youâve known him for way too long, and thatâs the smell of warm hugs, soft smiles and playful light punches. Itâs the smell of home.Â
Fuck, where are these thoughts coming from now? You start giggling to yourself like a child, and that makes a smile replace the worrisome look that was on his face just now.
And damn, you keep getting distracted by his smile. Youâre not the religious type, but if thereâs a God up there, youâre certain He took his sweet time designing Yeonjunâs smile Himself, making sure it would look as heavenly as humanly possible. You get so fixated on his smile you donât even notice your giggles slowly fading, giving space for a dumbstruck face.
âJesus, you are drunk.â He comments, and in return you slap his arm, coming out of your moment of daze.
âIâm not! Iâm just a little tipsy, itâs fine. Thank you for saving me, though.â You smile awkwardly and stand up straight once again, letting go of his protective embrace, though you donât want to. You immediately miss his arms as soon as you leave them.
âLetâs slow down on the alcohol for now, alright? Donât make me carry you home, youâre supposed to be the responsible, reliable friend here.â Despite the playful tone, you know heâs actually just worrying about your well-being. He knows youâre not used to drinking too much and doesnât want you to end up sick or passed out on a couch.
You nod in agreement and lean on the ledge once again, silently staring at the view. You need some air, you need to stop focusing so much on Yeonjunâs features and qualities.Â
But he settles by your side and your head automatically lies on his shoulder.
âTheyâre gonna start the countdown soon, thatâs why I was looking for you. We only have a few minutes left.â He says quietly after a moment of silence. You can still hear the party behind you, everyoneâs being incredibly loud, so you appreciate the fact that your best friend is right there with you.Â
Yeonjun is usually loud and rowdy, the life of the party, always ready to dance for hours and joke around. Everyone loves him, everyone fawns over him, heâs a real social butterfly, but nobody knows him as well as you do. This other side of him is reserved exclusively to a few lucky people, and youâre one of them. Itâs a quieter, gentler side, one thatâs calm and soft and sweet. Heâs just standing there with you, staring at nothing and everything in front of his eyes, because he knows you appreciate little moments like that, and he doesnât want you to be alone out there.
âDo you wanna go back inside?â You ask, hoping for a negative response. Particularly, youâd much rather stay there with him. Out of all the people at that party, he is the only one you want to be with when the year finally comes to an end.
âOnly if you want to. Iâm cool with staying here with you.â He doesnât raise his voice, as if the two of you are sharing secrets right now.
âOkay.â
You donât feel like going back inside at all. Itâs better to stay there, because if you go back, heâll probably be taken away from you. Too many people want him around, and you feel like you should be the one beside him once the clock strikes twelve.
âJjunie.â You call for him and he hums. âWhatâs gonna be your New Year wish?â
He chuckles and pushes you lightly. âCâmon, you know youâre not supposed to tell your wishes or they wonât come true.â
You furrow your eyebrows and look at him. âOh. That ruleâs valid for New Year wishes too?â
Still smiling, he nods. âItâs valid for any type of wish, isnât it?â His hand reaches up to delicately rub his thumb between your eyes, smoothing out your skin. The gesture makes you raise your gaze to his face, looking in his eyes for a moment. âWrinkles.â Heâs always telling you youâre gonna get wrinkles if you keep doing that with your face, so that single word is already a good enough explanation.
Youâre used to his touches, but youâre still feeling lightheaded and that seems to be affecting your judgement. It doesnât help that he seems to get just as distracted by you as you are by him right now. His hand lingers in place for a few seconds, because the two of you are staring at each otherâs eyes, not saying a word, and youâre so close to each other. Itâs like the cold finally froze both of you in place, and neither of you could move.
âYouâre staring.â Heâs the first one to break the silence, but not the eye contact.
âYou too.â Your gaze falls to his plump lips, which look way too tempting right now for your own good.Â
He seems to take notice of that, because the corner of his mouth tilts up in a more discreet smile. His hand finally moves again, gently holding your chin between his fingers so that he can slightly move it up, trying to capture your eyes with his once again, and you feel something stirring inside of you as soon as your gaze meets his.
âDid you find anyone to be your New Yearâs kiss tonight?â Your curiosity strikes, because you donât wanna think about him kissing anyone else. Heâs already there with you, might as well follow the tradition. Thatâs what best friends are for, isnât it?
He chuckles, but his eyes are still staring at you intently. âDonât know yet. Did you?â
You feel brave enough to put your hands on his waist, as a sign that you want to keep him close just like that, and neither of you tries to move your faces away from each other. âMaybe.â
And then the countdown starts. You can hear the people inside excitedly chanting out the numbers, but the two of you donât move an inch.
Ten. You think back to when you were teenagers and you had the biggest crush on the man right in front of you, when he was just a silly nerdy dude.Â
Nine. His thumb rubs your cheek.
Eight. You silently recall the number of times people thought the two of you were together, and how you always felt secretly disappointed every time he laughed it off.Â
Seven. You tighten your grip around his waist.
Six. You wish you could just hold him close for the rest of the night. Heâs always been there for you, through thick and thin, and tonight something seems to have clicked in your head, but you still canât put your finger on it.
Five. He lets out another chuckle, quieter this time.
Four. âY/N.â He calls your name in a whisper.
Three. You stare at his lips once again.
Two. âWill you kiss me?â You whisper back.
One. He leans closer to you, lips ghosting over yours, without really touching them.
Happy new year.
He hesitates for an instant, but then tilts your head just enough and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âHappy new year.â He looks into your eyes again, with a soft smile on his face.
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to understand what just happened. Oh, shit, did you just embarrass yourself?
âOh, umâ Happy new year.â You step back, suddenly regaining the consciousness you seem to have lost just a moment ago. âMaybe I shouldâŠâ You point to the door and try to move that way.Â
Did you just honestly ask your best friend to kiss you? And then got a kiss on your forehead? Maybe you should've actually jumped off that ledge after all.
Still, before you can move, he holds onto your forearm. âWait. Where are you going?â
âUm, well, weâ I just. I mean, uh⊠This is kinda awkward, isn't it?â You scratch the back of your head.
âIs it? Doesnât have to beâŠâ He doesnât seem to follow your train of thought.
âWell, I thought you were, umââ
âAbout to kiss you? I was.â He cuts you off with an amused grin.
You narrow your eyes, suddenly feeling suspicious of him. Before you can say anything, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer.
âCâmon, Y/N. You donât know how badly I wanna do this right now.â He sounds half amused, half frustrated.
âDo it, then?â You canât understand whatâs holding him back.
âI gladly would, but you had to go and drink your ass off tonight, of all nights. Now I canât kiss you without knowing whether you actually want this or not,â he reasons. âI mean, what if you regret it later? As far as I know, this might be just you being drunk.â
You scrunch your nose. You want to be mad at him, but heâs so fucking precious right now, not wanting to kiss you when youâre not 100% sober because he cares about your consent.Â
âYouâre no fun.â
âSorry for respecting you, I guess?â He replies and you laugh quietly.
âWhatever. Fucking loser," you tease him. "Sleep over at my place and kiss me in the morning, then. How about that?â You suggest and he nods.
"I like the sound of that," he agrees, and you wish you could kiss that adorable smile off his face.
âCan you at least hold me for now?â As soon as you whine, he wraps his arms around you, bringing your body against his own and allowing your head to rest on his chest.
âAlways.â
And though you canât kiss him tonight, you spend the rest of the night clinging onto him, letting him drown your senses with his presence. Once you get home, you innocently share a bed with him and fall asleep holding his hand, anxiously waiting for the next morning, and not willing to let him go this time.
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â âColumbia now nine times the speed of sound.â âRoger that, Dan, Iâve got a solid TACAN locked on, uh, TACAN twenty-three.â âThe, uh, tracking data, map data and pre-planned trajectory are all one line on the block.â
These authentic samples of communication between NASA and astronaut Dan Brandenstein on the space shuttle Columbia place us in orbit around our planet. Kate has said of âHello Earth,â ââŠthis is the point where sheâs so weak that she relives the experience of the storm that took her in the water, almost from a view looking down on the earth up in the heavens, watching the storm start to form - the storm that eventually took her and that has put her in this situation.â Our narrator is having another out-of-body experience but this time itâs not nearby, on terra firma, but literally out of this world, and it seems to be final. She is high up above our earth, looking down, and there is a shocking sense associated with that as so few human beings have ever left our world to look back on it. There is a disconnection from what is common, known. I am reminded of The Overview Effect, the very real psychological and cognitive shift experienced by astronauts and cosmonautsâanyone who has left the planet and gone a sufficient distance to look back and perceive our planet not as a familiar home, but as a tiny, fragile ball, barely protected by a thin membrane of atmosphere. This awed feeling is described as one of ultimate compassion and understanding of the imperative to preserve and safeguard the planet.
After the NASA samples, we join our narrator floating in space like the Star Child in â2001: A Space Odyssey,â of the earth, but no longer attached to it, in fact freed from it. The tether has been cut. She is detached from her life and its meaning: there is an innocent, bemused approach as she plays a little game. She is so far from home, she can hold up one hand and block the planet from her field of visionâthe earth is a toy. And we shift place, time, and point of view (as Kate so often does in her music) to our narrator driving home in a car at night, looking up at the sky, her loved one asleep on the seat beside her (a sweet, gentle, highly cinematic image, and all the more moving when we understand where our narrator currently is and the loss ahead), when she sees something bright streak across the sky. As she watches it shoot through the stars, she sings, amazed, âJust look at it go!â And what is âit?â Shooting star? Satellite? Space shuttle? A âlittle light?â If all time is simultaneous, has she glimpsed her own soul shooting past the planet? It is her own little light, a mind-boggling and heartbreaking ideaâthe cry in her voice when she sings this line indicates that she understands the meaning of this object, and its finality.
At this point, something very unexpected happens. An ethereal, arresting male choir sing a passage based on a traditional Georgian folk song from the Kakhetian region called âTsintskaro.â It is a shocking transition, one that makes us hold our breath so as not to disturb this sudden, delicate, transcendent moment. Kate on the menâs chorus: âThey really are meant to symbolize the great sense of loss, of weakness, at reaching a point where you can accept, at last, that everything can change.â
Our narrator, in full Overview Effect at this point, watches storms form and move to threaten the lives she sees below. She cries out to them in vain, all of them, the sailors, life-savers, cruisers, fishermen, anyone on or near the sea, to protect themselves. We hear in this section a few of the Irish instruments, bringing in echoes of meaning from the previous song âJig of Life.â Here I am reminded of the idea of the Asian goddess Kuan-Yin, or the Buddhist idea of a Bodhisattva, a human who has attained ultimate awareness (Buddhahood) but motivated by compassion, refuses to leave this plane of reality for the benefit of all sentient beings. Our narrator, moved by the end of her own life, is now able to perceive the ephemeral nature of all creation. Everyone can be exposed to danger, everyone can suffer, everyone canâand willâdie. This truth is universal. But she is unable to prevent or stop this truth. No one can.
She then sings a passage that is full of several meanings. She says she was there at the birth, out of the cloudburst, the head of the tempest. This could be the storm that took her, or it could be, from her newly widened perspective of awareness, the start of life itself, the start of the universe. We were all there, we are all made of the matter from a singularityâwe are all star dust. The murderer of calm is this physical reality itself. All that is born must die. Entropy exists. She understands this and cries out, âJâaccuse.â Hence the ultimate compassion for this tiny little blue ball.
The piece ends with whale song, sounds of radar, and a very mysterious, arcane passage spoken in German which, when translated into English, means âDeeper, deeper, somewhere in the deep there is a light.â In German, the word âtiefâ can also mean âprofound,â and I am reminded of the Latin phrase at the beginning of the Christian Psalm 130 âDe profundis clamavi ad te:â âout of the depths I cry out to you.â In the depths of sorrow, in the endless well of suffering, there is a light. Compassion is the light. â
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#*#wherein someone has managed to perfectly articulate all the reasons why it's /the/ kate bush song. at least to me.#the amount of times that i've flat-out sobbed my heart out to it... wah!
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Holding On
Summary: You nuzzled your masked face into his sapphire skin and, as your boyfriend slowed his ilu, had an idea on how to show your appreciation. (Loâak/Human Female Reader)
Prompt #5 (On an ilu) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.
Story Tags: No use of Y/N, On an ilu, Female Reader, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes theyâre both eighteen+!, Established Relationship, Hand Jobs, In the Ocean, Ocean Sex
Naâvi Translation: Tawtute â Human | Sky Person Tewng â loincloth
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âCome on, baby, donât you trust me?â Loâak smirked up at you, his golden eyes glowing as he held out a hand for you, knowing youâd take it eventually. His ilu chirped and bobbed its pretty blue and white head as if to add further encouragement and you couldnât help but giggle to yourself, placing your much smaller tawtute hand in his and allowing the male to drag you off the bouncy walkway and into the water. He settled you behind him and had you wrap yourself around his middle before clicking his tongue and diving the two of you into the sea to show you the world he had become a part of since his and his familyâs strategic retreat to the village of Awaâatlu in Jakeâs attempt to save the Omatikayan people from the return of the RDA.
The oceans of Pandora were like a whole new world and you were more than happy at this second to wear a mask and be able to see everything Eywa had to offer beneath the waterline without having to surface to take a breath.
You clung to Loâakâs striped back as he showed you his new world, using the Metkayinan underwater sign language he had been teaching you to describe to you what the things you were observing were. You could see the joy radiating from him for this world that he had taken to â as youâd heard Norm say before â âlike a duck to waterâ though you only had a vague idea what that meant since Pandora didnât have any kind of animals like that of the extinct Earth ducks. You nuzzled your masked face into his sapphire skin and, as your boyfriend slowed his ilu, had an idea on how to show your appreciation.
You pressed your fingers into the firm muscles of his chest to get his attention and then pointed upwards when he met your gaze.
Loâak directed his ilu to breach the surface of the water and turned to glance down at you questioningly just as you slid your little fingers under the band of his tewng, giggling as Loâak stiffened.
In more ways than one.
He gasped at the sensation and then bucked his hips into your touch. âFuck, mamas,â he groaned with a grin, tail and ears twitching in his growing arousal. You giggled and wrapped your fingers around his shaft, beginning to move your hand over him, tightening your legs around the iluâs back to remain upright. âYeah, just like that, baby. Feels so good.â You pressed your mask into his back, wishing you could kiss his striped spine as you continued to jerk your boyfriendâs cock, tightening your grip as you sped up your movements, rubbing your thumb over the prominent ribbing on the underside of his shaft to make him choked on a whine, pleasure shivering through his whole body. âUh, gonna make me cum.â
âDo it, Lo,â you hummed, peeking around his side to watch. âGo ahead.â
Loâakâs dark blue cock was swelling, the ridges on the bottom of his length flaring as he neared his climax as his bioluminescent pre-cum dripped steadily out of his slit. His little, white freckles were glowing brighter and brighter and you smirked to yourself, determined to get him to finish. âMamas, please,â he begged needily, rutting up into your hand. âPlease, please, please.â âGo ahead, sweetheart,â you urged him. âCum for me.â âOh, fuck, about to â fucking⊠yes, Mamas, thank you,â Loâak grunted. It was as if he was waiting for your command and he whined, spurting his climax in great big gushes of luminous goo. âMamas, yeah, fuck, so good,â he moaned, shivering all over in bliss. âFuck, yeah⊠I needed that, baby. Thank you.â Below you, the ilu chirped and you swore it had its own satisfied smirk.
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27. Flufftober 27. Outdoor Event
Some days, writing pre-break-up/pre-Champagne Problems fluff about Miq and Elair is all I wanna do. Even if it ends up including some awful rich people in the process. And therefore starts less than fluffy.
It was a typical dull, rainy spring day all over the Stalbererg Coast, but above the Korundsâ mansion on the tip of the peninsula the sky was a stunning tableau of blue and golden, with only a few feathery white clouds for the sunlight to sift through. The intricate weathercraft spellwork to achieve this was expensive in itself. The costs no doubt paled compared to the toll Dom Korund had to pay to compensate for messing up the weather around the entire region and beyond.
For these people, Elair reminded himself as he observed the crowd from the shelter of a sprawling apple tree, none of that money mattered. If anything, they were always looking for another outrageous display of opulence to splurge on, whether it was a dignified charity, a completely unnecessary city square renovation, or a birthday reception such as this.
He tried his best not to think of the numerous real problems that could be solved with the fortunes being squandered here. It would only sour his mood completely. He was already feeling cranky after barely an hour of socializing. All this wouldâve been endlessly easier to bear with Miqualis by his side, given his boyfriend was the entire reason Elair was here. But Miq had been whisked off by his father almost as soon as they arrived and so far thereâd been no sign of him returning.
Elair could of course continue mingling with their so-called mutual friends from the Academy. However, without either Miqualis or homework assignments to act as a buffer, he found it increasingly hard to find things to talk about. It used to be easier when theyâd all been in lower grades and everything revolved around coursework and typical apprenticeship worries. Now, though, there was only a year and half a trimester left of the Academy, and everyone was getting ready for their real lives to begin.
Lives full of excessive spending, fake sunny days, and ever-blooming gardens by the sea.
Funny how he was the one faking his entire existence, and yet amidst all of this, he felt like the only living, breathing human trapped in a theater of paper dolls.
âUh-oh. Are you brooding?â
Elair whirled around, grateful the flute glass in his hand was nearly empty for now. Miqualis grinned at him, leaning against the tree.
âWhat are you doing here? The last time I spoke to your sister, she implied that your father wonât release you until you personally greet every guest he deems important.â
âThat was the plan, yes,â Miqualis agreed easily. âI have a bad habit of ruining my fatherâs plans, though. It would probably be for the best if I stayed out of his sight for a while now. Itâs a nice spot youâve found, mind if we stick around? Unless of course you want...â
âNo,â Elair said quickly. âNo, itâs fineâIâm fine here. Especially now that youâre here as well.â Damn, what was it about Miq that always made him act so sappy? The heart-melting smile he got in return was sure worth it, though. âBut are you sure you wonât get in trouble?â
Miq shook his head. âItâs nothing. Honestly, after all this time my father should know better. Iâve never had the knack for these things.â He wrinkled his nose, leaning out of the shadows briefly to survey the brightly dressed crowd. âIn fact... Maybe we shouldnât stay here at all. Thereâs a spot by the sea that Iâd love to show you. I used to come there all the time when I was a kid.â Elair was momentarily confused by the nature of that warm wistfulness in his voice, then pegged it for what it was. Nostalgia.
âI canât deny that sounds good,â he said, âbut I also get the feeling the guards will intercept you and politely escort you to continue doing your duty, as defined by your father.â
Miqâs grin turned mischievous. âNot if we distract them with a bit of party-friendly magic and climb the fence.â
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real friends / jake âhangmanâ seresin x reader / part six
cobra is a lot of things... the main one being stubborn as all hell :/ pls lemme know what you think!!! I think Iâm going to cap this story at ten parts but honestly donât hold me to that lol

real friends / jake âhangmanâ seresin x reader / part six
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warnings: language, angst, roo being the voice of reason, probable navy inaccuracies - I did some googling but honestly not much

Being back in a high school filled you with memories of the past youâd wished to leave exactly there, buried in a box six feet under never to see the light of day again but as it turns out, you had to make good on your promise sooner or later. You were standing in a gymnasium that smelled faintly of sweat and the cheap pizza that was wafting from the cafeteria just across the way as a principal droned on to the side of you while you and Hangman stood perhaps a hair closer than you would have liked. You hadnât spoken since you slipped out the back of the Hard Deck, not for lack of trying however, Hangman had spent the past three days desperately trying to get ahold of you to no avail. You felt guilty, you really did, in all honesty you missed him. You had grown accustomed to having him around, to the silly text messages throughout the day, to spending more time together when out with the group⊠the group youâd also been avoiding much to your own dismay, but Phoenix had closed that door when a late-night-drop-by turned into making a case for the man⊠you were nothing if not stubborn, hellbent on seeing things through your way no matter how infuriating to yourself and those around you.
You were only snapped back to the present upon hearing your names as you were introduced, not hearing anything heâd said about the Navyâs two most decorated and accomplished pilots, and certainly not hearing Hangmanâs brief chuckle at the statement. You floated to the middle of the basketball court, almost in a daze, as you slipped back into the girl you always were⊠the girl who put everything aside for the sake of her career.
âThose are our names, yes, but youâre under no obligation to refer to us as Lieutenant,â you said with a small smile, âIâm Cobra and this is Hangman.â you reintroduced.Â
âThose are your names?â A girl in the front row asked, almost folded in on herself as she leaned back against a bleacher and you both chuckled.
âSort of, those are our callsigns⊠everyone earns one eventually, almost like a nickname.â Hangman answered.
âHow do you earn one?â she asked, leaning forward a little.
âYou usually get one pretty early on, given to you by your peers based on something silly youâve done or something that sticks⊠I became Cobra after a training mission where I flew rather fast and was quick to strike my target. Truth be told, it wasnât said to me as a compliment but nonetheless it stuck,â you joked. âAnd Hangman, well uh- if I recall the story correctly he suggested the game during some down time and heâs been Hangman ever since,â you lied and you didnât miss the smirk out of the corner of your eye. You thought telling the story of a cocky and brazen pilot who consistently left his teammates hanging was the opposite of what you should be telling the impressionable group of kids before you. âBut anyways, back to why weâre here today⊠We are Naval fighter pilots, and I know what youâre thinking: the Navy has pilots? Seems a bit silly for the branch of the military that focuses on the sea to have anything to do with the sky but they go hand in hand more than you would think.â
âWe ship out on Naval carriers around the world, the Navy allows us to get as close to our targets as possible without the risk of ground transportation, where weâre able to fly missions youâll probably never hear about in the pursuit of keeping our country safe and stopping things before they even have the chance to happen,â Hangman added.Â
âBecause of the high pressure situations weâre put in, we had to go through pretty rigorous training to get here, starting in Rhode Island at Officer Candidate School, and then heading out to Florida for Naval Aviations School Command, however⊠where all the real fun happens is Top Gun. Top Gun is where the best of the best go to hone their skills and earn certification that puts them at the top of the call list for the most dangerous of missions. Itâs where every pilot dreams of going, but very few are given the chance.â you said, trying not to smile at the way each kid was locked onto your every word⊠you supposed you might have gotten lucky with this bunch, you were usually met with yawns and blank stares.Â
âWhen Cobra and I arenât deployed thatâs where we are, using the skills weâve acquired from our own time at Top Gun and our own respective missions to teach the Navyâs most promising pilots flight maneuvers and aerial combat techniques to protect themselves and their country⊠and how to look cool while doing it,â he added with a laugh and you fought back a laugh of your own as you noticed each girl in the room watching his every hand gesture with rapt attention and looks of admiration. You wished you could blame them but you werenât known for being hypocritical.Â
âHave we made this sound super cool?â you asked and were met with eager nods, âfor how awesome it is, itâs equal parts challenging and terrifying⊠if not more. This isnât a path for everyone, should you find yourself in this position you will be tested to your limits daily and it will change who you are at your core⊠but for those up to it, it truly is the ride of a lifetime.â you finished as the principal opened up the room to questions and you nodded at the same girl whoâd questioned your call signs, whoâd started the assembly looking rather small and disinterested but the more you talked the more she leaned forward, opening her body language and watching the two of you as if you were the only thing in the world.
âWhat made you decide to become fighter pilots?â she asked and you and Hangman looked at each other before he nodded at you to go first.
âIâd always loved the idea of flying⊠on family vacations I much preferred the flights than the trips themselves, Iâd always thought Iâd go to traditional flight school and maybe become a commercial pilot but during a college fair in high school I met a Naval aviator who completely changed my trajectory,â you answered with a smile.
âFor myself it was a little more roundabout, the idea was always there but I did a year of business school before deciding life in the cockpit was more my speed.â The rest of the questions went pretty standardly, how do you prepare for the really scary missions, what kind of jets do you fly, what does an average day look like, and the two of you answered them with grace and wit that had them eating out of the palms of your hands. When the principal motioned to dismiss everyone after thanking you for your time, you hung back awkwardly as you watched everyone file out of the gym, trying to keep as much distance between yourself and Hangman as you could.Â
âLieutenant- sorry, Cobra,â you heard behind you and you turned to see the girl from the front row. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her and greeted her with a warm smile youâd hoped would ease her. âI just wanted to thank you for coming today, if thereâs any truth to what my principal said Iâm sure you have much better things to be doing⊠itâs just- Iâve sat through a lot of these assemblies whether it be the Navy, the Army, Marine Corp⊠youâre the first woman thatâs spoken at one. Youâre the opposite of what I associate with this career path and I think thatâs really cool,â she said, fiddling with the strap of her bookbag and you couldnât help but smile at her.
âWhatâs your name?â you asked, to which she responded Sadie. âWell, I wonât lie to you Sadie⊠Iâm entirely outnumbered in my field,â you said with a laugh, âmuch like every woman no matter the branch of military. Is this something youâre interested in?â
She nodded, âI think so⊠I donât know, Iâve spent the last six months stressed about what to do after graduation because nothing sounds appealing to me but listening to you talk about what you do⊠you seem so passionate and confident and it suddenly feels pretty clear.â
âYou seem brave, which is one of the most important traits as a pilot⊠especially as a woman. If this is something youâre serious about youâll have to work harder than your peers, itâll be frustrating and there will be days you wonder why youâre doing it but eventually you get to where I am and you get a sense of pride that your male counterparts can never attain,â you reached into one of your pockets, âthis has all my information on it. Iâll let you in on a little secret - that number doesnât go anywhere,â you said, handing her your card as she softly laughed, âbut Iâm always accessible by email. If you ever have questions and want to talk more about it, or if the time comes to start your applications and you donât know where to start feel free to reach out.âÂ
She took it graciously, tucking it into her bag and beaming up at you, âthank you, Cobra. I will definitely be using it,â she said before sticking her hand out to shake yours.
âYou remind me a lot of myself. Word of advice? Donât worry about what goes on in these halls, it doesnât matter in the end. Just focus on your goal and maybe one day youâll be on the other side of this conversation.â you said and she nodded before thanking you again and returning to her group of friends who were watching skeptically from beside the door.
âI think you just changed a life,â Hangman commented, having watched the entire interaction with a sense of adoration. âYouâre really good at this, I know these arenât our idea of fun but you should do it more often⊠they need to see a woman such as yourself in this position.â
You nodded, âsheâs a good kid, I look forward to when she reaches out.â You went to find the principal to say your goodbyes and you were acutely aware of the way he was hot on your heels on your way to the parking lot but you refused to acknowledge it for fear of having a conversation that would rival the angst and drama already plaguing these hallways. He was quick to close your car door just as fast as youâd opened it and you steeled your gaze on the handle.
âCan we talk?â he asked and you kept your eyes anywhere but his, knowing the second you looked into the pools of emerald your resolve would go slipping through your fingers.
âI canât do this right now, Hangman,â you replied, moving to open your door again.
âCobra, please talk to me.â he pleaded and you sighed.
âJake, please. Let me go,â you said and he nodded in defeat as you were all too quick to get in your car and leave his dejected figure in your rearview mirror. The emotion was quick to bubble itâs way to the surface as you navigated your way home on autopilot, not even sure how you made your way there until you were tearing through the space and to strip your uniform off to discard in a heap on your closet floor. You pulled the pins from your tight bun, running a hand through your hair, almost desperate to reestablish blood flow as if it would make you think more clearly. Before you could let your thoughts send you in a downward spiral you heard your doorbell ring and you sighed, already knowing who it was as you made your way to the foyer.Â
You looked through the peephole, surprised as you threw the door open to reveal Rooster standing there with his hands in his pockets looking rather sheepish.
âRooster? What are you doing here?â you asked, raising an eyebrow as his eyes trailed your form.
âDo you make a habit of opening your door like this? Iâm sure the mailmen must love you,â he said, pushing his way into your home. You looked down to see that you hadnât made any effort to clothe yourself after stripping of your uniform, leaving you in just a thin tank top and your underwear and you cursed under your breath as you disappeared down the hallway, reemerging in sweatpants and a cardigan pulled tightly around you.Â
âSorry, have a lot on my mind,â you muttered, standing awkwardly as he made himself comfortable and rooted around your fridge before producing two beers.
âThatâs actually why Iâm here,â he handed one to you as he made his way to settle into your couch and motioned for you to follow which you reluctantly did. âWould you like to tell me whatâs going on?â he asked though you could tell by his tone it wasnât really a question.
âJust taking some personal time, like we were encouraged to with this leave,â you replied before taking a sip and he snorted.
âOkay, and the actual answer?â
You sighed, âRooster, what do you want from me?â
âI want you to tell me why youâre avoiding everyone, and more specifically Hangman. I got a rather worrisome text from him not too long ago and I still donât know why you left the bar earlier this week,â he was exasperated. It wasnât necessarily unlike you to withhold details of what was going on with you but he was genuinely worried and Hangmanâs constant questioning of whether or not heâd heard from you was doing nothing to ease the concern.
âIâm not avoiding him,â you mumbled.
âSo⊠not answering his texts or calls and speeding out of a high school parking lot is what exactly?âÂ
âI wasnât speeding, it was a very tasteful, very understated skedaddle and I donât need to explain myself.â
âYou do when itâs affecting the rest of us, and you definitely do when the two of you look like shit,â his patience was wearing thin but he was doing his best to keep his voice soft, âdid he do something to you at the bar? Did he-â he cut himself off, taking a deep breath, âdid he touch you or hurt you? Because if this is an entirely different conversation weâre having, you can talk to me.âÂ
You shook your head, âhe didnât do anything I didnât give him the green light for.â
âSo, something happened?â
âFucking Christ, Roo. Yes, he followed me out onto the patio and he kissed me. Twice.â
âOkay, and why are you upset about this?â he prodded.
âHe just⊠I-â you began stumbling over your words and took a deep breath to center yourself. âWe were arguing and he just kissed me. Like, truly in-your-face yelling at each other and he decided that was the absolute best moment to lay one on me.â
âThatâs kind of romantic,â he said, throwing his hands up in surrender when you glared at him, âwhat, it is. Thatâs like⊠your thing, it makes sense thatâs what your first kiss was.â
âWe shouldnât have had a first kiss in the first place,â you protested.
âAre you seriously going to sit there and tell me what he did was so surprising?â he asked and you narrowed your eyes at him.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âI just mean that you and Hangman make sense. I didnât see it at first, mainly because despite your need to be a difficult asshole, youâre good. Like, truly good and I didnât want Hangman getting anything good that could further blow his ego out of proportion but now that I do see it I canât see this dance the two of you are doing as anything other than biding time.âÂ
âWe donât make sense, Roo. He is a serial womanizer and I am focused on advancing my rank. We canât even have a few weeks of genuine friendship without reverting back to being at each otherâs throats.â
âI think thatâs called passion, Cobra. Youâve always had it, youâve both just been so stubborn youâve directed it elsewhere.âÂ
You sighed, âdid Hangman put you up to this? Did Phoenix put you up to this?â you asked, recalling when sheâd shown up the night after the incident saying very similar things.
âNo, he did not⊠I merely told him I would do a welfare check, and well⊠Phoenix and I did talk but I brought this up of my own accord because I care about you and unfortunately I care about him too and I think youâre being too stubborn for your own good.âÂ
âIâm not being stubborn, Rooster, Iâm sticking to my boundaries.â
âBoundaries you have in place, why? Iâm all for boundaries, Cobra, but thatâs not what youâre doing and you know it. Youâre pushing him away.â
âBecause this isnât a good idea, because I canât do this with him. Itâs all about the chase for him, the second he gets me heâs going to get bored and move on after a few weeks and I canât go there.â
âSo, youâre scared,â he observed and you shook your head.
âIâm not scared, Iâm being practical. Things are already awkward enough and barely anything happened, can you imagine what will happen if it goes any further?â
It was his turn to shake his head, âno, youâre scared. And thatâs okay, but what are you scared of?â His incessant prodding was sending you off the deep end, your will to keep your mouth shut wavering with each passing second.
âIâm scared that the second it gets real heâs going to leave, because what you and Phoenix are suggesting⊠itâs not Hangman, we all know that. Iâm going to let him in and weâre going to give it a shot and heâs going to leave, and then what? Then the group gets weird, work gets weird, and none of it will have been worth it.â you finally said, letting it out with an exhale.
âI donât think weâve ever been given the opportunity to see that side of Hangman. Most of the girls we meet in bars arenât necessarily looking for a boyfriend, Cobra, and I donât know if youâve noticed but dating with our life and schedule is kind of a pain. I think youâre being a little too hard on him,â he said softly. âI donât know if youâve got your walls built up so high you canât see it but heâs different with you and we all see it. Sure, you fight like cats and dogs but for the most part heâs- I donât know heâs softer when heâs around you. Iâm pretty sure he canât go two minutes without glancing in your direction to make sure youâre okay.âÂ
âI just donât want to go there, Roo. Itâs not worth it,â you sighed and he nodded.
âI think youâre wrong, but it is your life. I just think you should talk to him⊠put him out of his misery, put all of us out of our misery because I cannot take another day of him badgering me about you. He really cares about you, Cobra, I think youâre closing yourself off to the possibility of a lot of happiness.â With that he stood, placing a kiss to your cheek before taking his leave and leaving you alone to process everything heâd just said. Youâd wanted to be mad at him, you really did, but it was so quintessentially Rooster to swoop in and try and fix the tension you didnât have it in you to be mad. He might have had a point, several points actually, but you werenât feeling quite that malleable yet, werenât ready to admit that you may be wrong and that youâre maybe being too hard on him. If you were hard on him, if you kept your walls just as youâd built them you wouldnât have to deal with the fallout. As your phone rang beside you, you picked it up to see a photo of Hangman, a perfect snapshot of his essence poised behind you at the pool table with a shit-eating grin, and you choked back tears as you silenced it and tossed it aside. Rooster might have chipped away at you but you just werenât ready, not yet and certainly not tonight.

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SFW ~ Sanji x Roronoa Zoro ~ The First Time
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His blue eyes are always the first ones to see the sun rays. Blue like the ocean, blue like the sky. His steel eyes are always the last to see the moon shine, silver like the blades, silver like the stars that shine on a dark sky.
As always, Sanji, the first one to wake up, runs to the kitchen of the Going Merry Go. He prepares the eggs, the rice, the pancakes, and the tea. âToday is not a different dayâ, he thinks. âToday itâs just my birthdayâŠâ
Sanjiâs miraculous hands work hard, and as he stirs the vegetables on the pan, his eyes fix on the clear sky ahead. The sun is still a little lager. It stays on his horizon bed for some time. Itâs earlier than ever, but the chef of the Mugiwara no Ichimi felt the need to start earlier today.
The sky, as blue as the sea around him, reminds him of his mum. Sora has always been that clear sky after a storm for Sanji, and he knows she is right there, everywhere, in the seagulls dancing in the distance, on the waves that crash the bow and the wind that moves the sails.
âShould I tell them it is my birthday?â he asks, whispering, waiting for a sign of her mother. A sudden noise distracts him from his personal talk with his mum. âLuffy?â the blonde asks, turning his body around, because he is sure the eating monster is already awake looking for food.
But there is nobody.
âUh⊠thatâs probably some creaking wood⊠never mindâ he mumbles, continuing with toasting the bread just like Nami likes it.
The next few hours were filled with the devouring monster eating everything at his pace known as Luffy, Usopp fighting over the food with him, Chopper and Robin chatting and having sandwiches and tea, Nami giving orders for the next landing and Zoro eager to finish eating to go back to sleep until lunch.
âCook-san, sure you donât need any help with the dishes?â Robin asks politely when Sanji takes the dirty plates off the wooden table. The cook, as the good gentleman, jolts immediately from where he is. âOH, LORD MY DEAR ROBIN-CHWAN, YOUR HANDS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE FOR CLEANING! DONâT WORRYâ Sanji chimes, with excessive chivalry, winning a âtskâ from Zoro.
Those annoyed looks, and those commentaries the swordsman does that Sanji hates the most. âOi, marimo. Why donât you do anything, then? HUH?â the blond shouts, pointing at him with a fork. âDonât point at me with that fork, you curlyâ Zoro fires back, standing up and taking his plate to the kitchen under the thunderstruck sight of Sanji.
He follows him back, spitting insults and not letting him touch anything in his kitchen. But Zoro plain ignores him, with that characteristic samurai calm he has. The calloused hands of the swordsman begin to scrub the crumbles off the plates, even with Sanji shouting at him.
âOi Marimo!! What are you doing?â he shouts. âMâdoing the dishesâ Zoro answers, paused. âI know, but why?â
âCause you made breakfast todayâ
Sanji looked at him confused, he always cooks breakfast, lunch, dinner, etc for them. He is the cook! The question was why would Zoro want to help him now? In any case, Sanji decides to remain silent, because Zoro wonât go away, but most importantly he isnât fighting back
The blonde notices how the rest of the crew leaves the kitchen, ready for the landing on the upcoming island. Sanji hurries Zoro to move out of the kitchen, he needs to start preparing the bento boxes for everyone. âCome on, damn marimo move out, I have to prepare lunchâ he grunts, pushing his muscular friend out of the kitchen.
âFine⊠but you shouldnât work that muchâ Zoro says, giving the sweetest smile he could have ever given to him. Sanjiâs cheeks blush, not sure why⊠And instead of reacting he simply stays there, immobile, watching Zoroâs back disappear from the kitchen into the deck.
Sanji would normally bark at him, even insult him⊠but right now he isn't able to do so, he feels confused. Zoro never does the dishes with him, he doesnât even care. But today, during his birthday, he did. âIs this a sign to tell them, mum? What do you think about that mosshead? Isnât he an idiot? Everything with him has to do with number three⊠his earrings, his santoryuu style. Itâs funny how Iâm called âSan-jiâ but he hates me⊠huh?...
Every lunch box is ready and packed up. Luffy is already trying to reach for his bag, but Sanji scolds him enough not to touch it yet.
The pirates have decided to take their paths, the girls and Chopper are going to enjoy the stores at the island, while Luffy and Usopp are going to see if they can find bugs. As for Zoro, well, he never has a plan besides going for a drink or resting at the ship. However, he does have a job from time to time, and it is with Sanji. Whenever it is about to restock the pantry with groceries, the wings of Luffy always go together to do so. And it's strange because they fight, but they enjoy it.
Sanji knows he has enough food until the next island⊠but he lies⊠perhaps he wants to be accompanied during this day, or maybe it's just curiosity; Sanji needed to know why Zoro was acting differently today. "I need help for the groceries, marimo" he barks, for some reason he gets nervous whenever he has to talk to Zoro and that's why most of the time, he speaks violently towards him.
Zoro looks at him, fixing his haramaki and swords and answers quickly. "OK. Let's go". Sanji had prepared an insult since he was sure he would complain, but the swordsman didnât. The cook stays silent and only walks off the ship for him to follow. Yet his mind is troubled, really troubled.
They walk towards the busy streets of that autumn island; Sanjiâs hair blows with the soft cold breeze while he keeps an eye on Zoro so as not to lose him. Itâs easy for the swordsman to get stray, even if he has to follow his blonde friend.
None of them talk, even if normally they would probably fight all the way along, today Sanji is out of words. He notices Zoro analysing the streets, always with his right hand over the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. The cook is desperately searching for any topic to discuss -talk- to him, his samurai calm, his silence is killing him.
âOi, marimo. Is there anything I should be worried about? Why do you have your right hand over your sword?â he asks, rather violently. âHuh? Oh no. You actually noticed? That's really good of you, cook! See, when I carry my swords on my left side it is because Iâm relaxed, and there aren't any signs of danger. But when I do have them on my right side, and my left hand rests on them is because there is a probable threatâ he explains to him, for the first time since they met a few months ago Sanji felt like he was learning something else from him.
âThat means you are left-handed?â Sanji processes the information and gets interested in him. âRight, so even if I use three swords, my dominant hand is actually my left one. The right position of your blades indicates the disposition of the swordsmanâ.
âOh, so you are relaxed now?â the blonde asks, noticing now the little details that compose Zoroâs hand. Big, veiny, a little bit more tanned than the rest of his body. He has a rather little wrist, and a little cut there that makes Sanji wonder how he got it. He also gets fixed on the way his belly goes calmly up and down as he breathes, and the way his haramaki warms it around that same white shirt he is sure Zoro never cleans.
Zoro clears his throat, because Sanji is actually not walking nor talking, he is just stunned looking at the testosterone filled anatomy of his body. âSo, what's the next stop?â the green haired nakama asks, to conceal both reddish cheeks. Inexperienced young boys, only nineteen years old, maybe discovering what mutual attraction is?
Sanji hides under his bangs, widening his only visible deep blue eye, fixing it on the leather pointy shoes he wears. âUh⊠I need species'' he mumbles and looks further. âCome on, Marimo. Or you will get lostâ.
They didnât speak much after that encounter, Sanji was too nervous and Zoro, who seems like a careless idiot was indeed sunk into his own thoughts about if the cookâs hidden eye was just as beautiful as the one, he shows.
The sun slowly falls into the horizon, the seagulls in the distance give their last flights before hiding in their nests until the next day, and the cold shine of a half-moon takes over. Itâs time to reunite with the whole crew, and even if Zoro and Sanjiâs cheeks are still a little hot, they act out as if nothing has been happening⊠though, every time both had to talk during their shopping spree, they would stutter and sweat. Something felt a little different from then onâŠ
But Zoro, Zoro knows something Sanji doesn't. And while they approach their ship, and both notice little fairy lights decorating the deck, a smile forms on Zoroâs face, while Sanjiâs eyebrows twitchâŠ
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY SANJI!!!â every member of the still new crew of the Strawhats shouts, scaring Sanji to the verge of tears. His barely covered in facial hair chin trembles, and his eyes get watery. He looks at Zoro, confused, but soon melting because of his beautiful smile was all for him.
He is soon attacked by Luffy and his gum gum hugs, pulling him into the middle of the deck. Chopper crawls over his shoulder and rests his fluffy body over his head. Nami and Robin have managed to create delicious food that made his gentleman heart hurt, while Usopp uses a tone dial to play music as a musician is still needed on the ship.
The party went on, and on until late hours under the moonshine. A silver light that Sanji would always associate with Zoro's eyes for some reasonâŠ
âNami-swan, how did you know it was my birthday?â Sanji asks, preparing more food for Luffy since of course he ate it all. âWell⊠letâs say someone told usâ she says, winking and looking outside towards where Zoro is, resting his belly on the railing, allowing the moonshine to bathe him with its icy mantle.
âM-marimo?â Sanji stutters, feeling the tip of his ears turn on fire. âUhum, you should thank him. He told everyone he heard you speaking and said it was your birthday. Sanji-kun, you shouldnât hide that from us! We love you!â the tangerine haired navigator tells Sanji, making a little drop of blood fall from his nose.
She leaves, gracefully and laughing⊠because she knew deep inside Sanji wasnât bleeding for herâŠ
The cook finished the whole new plate of meat Luffy asked and blew some candles on a weird looking cake Usopp and Chopper baked. After the kitchen was successfully cleaned and every nakama went to bed, Sanji noticed Zoro was still over the deckâŠ
âSo, it was youâ he mumbles, to a drinking sake Zoro resting as always with his back over the wooden wall of the main cabin. âYepâŠâ the swordsman whispers, focusing his sight on the contents of his cup.
Sanji sits next to him, and sighs. âThanks, marimo⊠itâs the first time someone throws a surprise party for meâ. Zoro turns to him, painful lips so close yet so far. âItâs nothing, but donât do the same for me, ok?â he says, because even if the samurai loves the taste of good party food and booze, he feels a little off when it comes to parties. âFineâŠâ Sanji chuckles, patting Zoroâs knee. âBut at least Iâm gonna be sure the pantry is full of that ethylic venom you put into your bodyâŠâ he says and stands up.
âS-Sanji?â
The cook walks a few steps from Zoro but freezes still when the swordsman decides to call him by his name. Zoroâs speech was low enough only for the blonde to hear it, but full of anxiety and feelings.
Sanji felt his skin become bumpy, for some reason hearing him calling him by his name had a bigger impact on him than he would have expected. âYes, Zo⊠Marimo?â
âCan you stay?â
âSureâŠâ Sanji says, sitting back next to him. He lights a cigarette while both remain in silence, the little fairy warm lights were already turned off, and the only source of light comes from the cookâs cigarette cherry and the moonshine above them on a beautiful night sky.
Sometimes words arenât necessary, because Sanji felt the need to rest his head over Zoroâs wide shoulder and so he did. âUhâŠâ Zoro mumbles to such a weird, unexpected movement. âMarimo⊠what you did is by far the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me since I joined the crew⊠and even in my whole lifeâ Sanji confesses.
Zoro is out of words; he passes his arm around Sanjiâs tiny waist to bring him closer⊠an impulse he canât stop. The blonde doesnât fight back, whatâs more, he takes his legs closer to his belly making himself little, really little under Zoroâs embrace.
âThis is the very first time in years I want to celebrate my birthday, you know? The day I was bornâŠâ Sanji whispers, a little tear running through his eyes. A tear wiped by Zoroâs calloused thumb, who notices how painfully it is for the blond to talk about this.
âSanji⊠donât cry, please. Your blue eyes are beautiful when you smileâ Zoro whispers back, kissing the crown of the blondeâs head.
âThank you, thank you so much, MarimoâŠâ Sanji says, cuddling closer to his chest, wetting Zoroâs white shirt with a different type of tears now⊠Tears of joy, tears of relief⊠Tears of finding that place to finally rest, safe, warm, secure⊠loved †~
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Beach Day
Dr. Spencer Reid/readerÂ
Summary: Spencer Reid doesnât understand the appeal of going to the beach so when Garcia plans a BAU outing, he honestly debates whether or not he should go. Turns out, when Y/n is at the beach, Spencer totally understands the appeal after all.Â
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warnings: seriously none to my knowledge! a lot of fluff :)Â
a/n: Since its getting so warm out where I live and Iâve recently been watching season 8 (where Spencer says he doesnât like the beach), I imagined what it would be like if Spencer went to the beach with his coworker who he has a crush on, I hope you enjoy! :)Â
âCome on pretty boy! Weâre gonna be late and you know what weâre in for if we keep my babygirl waiting.â Derek Morgan playfully yells at Spencer Reid. Itâs ten past 12 p.m. on a hot and sunny August day in Virginia, and the two boys are late for a carpool with the one and only Penelope Garcia.Â
âMorgan, why canât you just go without me, no one will miss me anyway and I hate the beach.â Spencer replies in a frustrated manner. Garcia had been planning this for weeks, after the team had come back from an especially long case she thought what everyone needed was some good old day-at-the-beach fun. Through Spencerâs eyes however, you canât exactly call an overcrowded area filled with unhygienic birds, sweaty, sunburned people, and sand that covers every inch of your belongings fun.Â
âReid, whatâs wrong with the beach? Just bring a book if you really want to, but we really have to get going man.â Derek asks, automatically regretting it when Spencer replies,Â
âSandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly the drug-resistant bacteria spread by sea gull feces.â Spencer replies with a straight face, completely unaware that most people arenât worried about the spread of sea gull poop or anything like that.Â
âAlright, kid, Iâll give ya that I guess. Fine, Iâll go without you, but I know one FBI agent in particular whoâs gonna be awfully disappointed when you donât show.â Derek says slyly, sure his evil plan will work. Spencer looks up from his bookshelf where heâs organizing his collection of 15th century literature from his mom, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.Â
âY/n?, Morgan she wonât care if I donât come to the beach today. Number one, why would she care about me? Number two, who wants to see me at the beach, my body isnât exactly my most desirable trait.â Derekâs teasing face softens significantly, realizing the more real root of Spencerâs aversion to the beach.Â
âAlright kid, you have no reason to be insecure, Iâve heard chirps from a little birdie named Penelope Garcia that our very own Y/n has quite a big crush on you. It doesnât matter if you have a six pack or not Reid, you have the sweetest heart of anyone I know and the biggest brain as well obviously, I donât call you pretty boy as a joke, why wouldnât Y/n like you? Come on, itâll be fun, I promise.â Spencer feels awkward, not knowing how to react to Derek âladyâs manâ Morganâs motivational speech, he doesn't want to get his hopes up. To be honest, Spencer has liked Y/n since she joined the bureau almost a year ago now, sheâs smart, honest, brave, and the most beautiful girl in the world in Spencerâs opinion.
âBut Morgan, I donât own shorts, I donât have anything I can wear to the beach.âÂ
âWell lucky for you kid I sorta assumed that, so I brought you a bathing suit, now can we PLEASE get out of here, Iâm really not trying to be Penelopeâs personal slave for the next 6 months.â Spencer reluctantly takes the bathing suit into the next room and puts it on, hating the way his skinny limbs look in shorts and an FBI tee-shirt, feeling as if he looks like a pre-pubescent boy. Even so, his desire to spend the day with Y/n persuades him to anxiously pack his bag with a few books heâll surely need before following Derek out the door. They make it down the stairs and out the door of Reidâs apartment building before theyâre greeted by the dulcet tones of Garcia yelling at them through the open window of her car.
âDerek Morgan! You are very lucky you are so handsome and delicious, Iâve been waiting here almost twenty minutes! I almost had to hack the parking ticket database to make sure I wouldnât be charged, now get in! This is going to be the best day ever!â
âSorry babygirlâ Derek says, getting into the car and pulling Garcia into a greeting hug, âthe kid here was feeling anxious, but I told him his little girlfriend would be devastated if he chose not to show up, so lover boy pulled through.â Spencer scoffs and Garcia squeals in joy, loving the idea of the two babies of the team falling in love.
The three of them get out of the car at the beach and Spencer automatically puts his sunglasses on, the sun beating down on him harshly, high in the sky and nearly at its peak of strength for the day.
âWell well well, itâs about time you three! We were expecting you to be no-shows!â Rossi teases from the spot on the beach the team has chosen. Spencer awkwardly tries to walk across the lumps of sand, the grains sinking through the holes in the sides of his signature converse sneakers, already regretting his decision to come here, like he says, he really hates the beach.Â
âSpence, you made it! I have to say Iâm surprised, how are those sneakers working out for you?â JJ says in a teasing manner as well, knowing that when it comes to the beach, Spencer is one of the least prepared people she knows.Â
âHi Spence, Iâm glad youâre here.â Spencer hears from behind him, the shy voice of Y/n automatically brightening his mood.Â
âY/n, Iâm glad to be here.â He replies, the rest of the team looking at each other in bewilderment, not believing the sentence having just come out of Spencerâs mouth. Emily and Rossi had brought extra chairs so Spencer sits down and pulls out a book on understanding the theorems of quantum physics, having not read it since he was a teenager. He looks up from reading when he hears the familiar laughing and sounds of his two favorite kids, Jack running up from the ocean with Henry following closely behind, always looking up to his older friend.Â
âHi Jack! Hi Henry! Howâs it going guys!â Y/n says, causing Spencer to blush as he briefly imagines Y/n with kids of her own, their own, woah Spencer calm down, donât go there, quantum physics, focus.Â
âY/n! Will you come swim with us, please! please! please!â Jack says, the boys love Y/n because during the times the team hangs out, she canât say no to them.Â
âSpencer, swim? please?â Henry says, walking over to Spencer and grabbing his hand, cold from being in the ocean. Spencerâs heart warms at the sight of his godson and he finds himself saying yes, not realizing the implications, he now has to take his shirt off and swim with Y/n, what has he done? Â
âReally, Spence? Youâll come swim with us! Yay!â Y/n responds, seeming so genuinely excited that Spencer finds himself getting less nervous. He hesitantly peels his shirt off, feeling surprisingly relieved to be rid of the sweaty fabric. He glances at Derek who is smiling at him, raising his eyebrows as if to say You got this player. Jack and Henry are getting impatient so Y/n takes her dress off leaving her in a bikini. Spencer automatically feels very awkward, averting his eyes to avoid blatantly staring at her, overwhelmed with how gorgeous she is, sheâs truly the most beautiful girl in the world.Â
âUh, s-should we g-go?â He asks, the rest of the team giggling at his obvious nerves. He remembers once Emily told him his IQ turns to 60 when he sees a pretty girl, maybe she was right because he feels, in this moment, he wouldnât be able to read a single word of text. Y/n nods and they walk off with the two boys towards the ocean, Spencer hearing the remnants of the rest of the team surely gossiping about the clear tension between them. They reach the ocean and Henry and Jack run into the waves, splashing and tackling each other, getting water on both adults. Spencer shivers despite the hot sun still beating down on his now bare shoulders and back, trying not to think about his chances of developing skin cancer which are surely growing exponentially each moment he stays out in this sun.Â
âYou cold Spence?â Y/n giggles, grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the water, his legs following even though the idea of being submerged in the cold water is not appealing whatsoever. Or maybe cold water would be better if Y/n doesnât let go of your hand soon, the devilish side of Spencerâs subconscious whispers.Â
âYes a little, water temperatures around the Washington D.C. area in August average in the low 80s, but I suppose the contrast between the 95 degree day to the cold water causes me to feel cold, funny how that works isnât it?â Spencer replies, always trying to be more conversational, especially around Y/n, therefore less statistics.Â
âYes Spence, now come on, itâll be less cold if you just jump in.â Y/n says warmly, always finding Spencerâs statistics charming and adorable.Â
âNo Y/n I donât think thatâs a- ah!â Spencer yelps as Y/n whispers something to Henry and Jack, causing them to splash him simultaneously, very quickly drenching him completely. Spencer canât find it in himself to be mad, hearing Y/n hysterically laughing and high-fiving the boys in joy.Â
âAlright Y/n, you asked for it.â Spencer says, starting to laugh too despite himself. He somehow finds the courage to pick Y/n up bridal style and walk deeper into the ocean, dropping her in. Sheâs under the water for just a moment before Spencer begins to worry, statistics of drowning automatically filling his brain. He feels a tug on his leg and falls into the water himself. Y/n and Spencer now both in the water up to their necks, they look at each other and laugh awkwardly. All of a sudden realizing how close theyâve become, they both look away and focus their attention on the two boys still playing in the water, making sure they donât get too far away.Â
âCan we play chicken? Please!â Jack says and Spencer looks at him with a confused look on his face.Â
âChicken?âÂ
âCome on Spence, this will be so fun!â Y/n says excitedly and once again grabs Spencerâs hand, pulling him toward the boys. Y/n kneels down in the water and motions for Spencer to do so as well, he follows, still confused as to what is about to happen. Henry climbs on Y/nâs back and Jack on Spencer.Â
âOkay, now what?â Spencer says, laughing at what the team must be seeing up on the beach.Â
âNow, we fight!â Jack says from Spencerâs shoulders.Â
Y/n and Spencer walk further into the ocean to more safely allow Henry and Jack to play. They hit each other and Spencer and Y/n find themselves suddenly chest to chest, Spencer trying everything to distract himself from his attraction to the woman in front of him. Finally Henry and Jack seem to get tired, asking if they can go back to their parents.Â
âU-uh, so that was f-fun!â Spencer says, trying to break the awkward tension that had followed him and Y/n since they had gotten so close in the water. Chicken, who knew?Â
âYes it was Spence, thank you for coming in the water, I know you donât like the beach that much.â Y/n says softly, smiling up at the taller man.
They make their way back up to the team, ignoring the knowing looks on their faces. Spencer sits down in his chair once again, suddenly noticing his stomach rumbling.Â
âSpencer, do you want to share this peanut butter and jelly sandwich?â Y/n offers. Spencer laughs, how did she know he was hungry at the exact moment he realized it too? He nods and she scoots closer to him to hand him the half. They joke with the rest of the team as well as the boys, trying to separate themselves from the horror they usually find themselves facing together. Spencer knows there is no science to the old phrase time flies when youâre having fun, but he thinks today might be an exception, soon it's getting late, JJ and Hotch opting to take their tired boys home, exhausted from the day in the sun.Â
âSpencer, before we leave, can you come with me to get an ice cream?â Y/n asks shyly, Spencer quickly agreeing before the anxiety of being alone with her can hit him once again. They sit together facing the setting sun while eating ice cream, Spencer knows he doesn't react the best to dairy but he canât help it, he loves dairy, and honestly, he thinks he might love Y/n as well which is a terrifying thought. They sit and watch the sunset in relative silence, but it isnât an awkward silence, itâs comfortable, Spencer wishes this moment would last forever. Too soon the sun dips below the horizon and their ice cream is long gone.Â
âOkay love birds time to go, itâs getting really dark and we should be getting home.â They hear from behind them, both of them flushing in the night air at the nickname and teasing done by Derek.Â
âThanks for today Y/n, it was fun, see you at work on Monday.â Spencer says before following Derek and Penelope to the car, Y/n waving back before following Rossi, having car pooled with him and Emily. The drive home is silent on Spencerâs part, mostly spent looking out the window and ignoring the constant prying from his two nosy friends in the front, eager to know what happened between him and Y/n during the day at the beach. Garcia then drops Derek off at Spencerâs apartment as Derek lives closer to Spencer.Â
âGoodnight kid, I hope you had fun today.â Derek says before turning in the direction of his own home.Â
âHey Morgan?â Spencer says quietly, so quietly Derek almost misses it, but turns around nonetheless.Â
âYa kid?â He replies.Â
âThank you for convincing me to go, it was really fun.âÂ
âNo problem pretty boy, anytimeâ Derek replies smirking before watching Spencer walk into his apartment building.Â
That night Spencer is lying in bed in severe pain, his fair skin blistering from the day in the hot sun. He knows he shouldnât have been so stupid and reckless, allowing himself to become this burned. He was honestly having too much fun to stop and think about it. His phone buzzes and he grimaces, already expecting the worst, a new case, but instead, he sees a text from Y/n.Â
âHey, Spence, are you still awake?â Spencer begins to text back but before he can he sees an incoming call.Â
âUh, hi Y/n! Is everything okay? Itâs pretty late do you need-â
âSpencer, Iâm fine! Donât worry, Iâm sorry Iâm calling you so late. How are you?â Spencer relaxes into the pillows on his bed when he hears Y/n say sheâs okay.Â
âAside from the sure to cause skin-cancer, painful sunburn covering my back in blisters, Iâm doing great! How about you? Is there something you need or do you just want to talk?âÂ
âOuch that must hurt, you should have put sunblock on silly! I actually wanted to ask you something and I figured now is as good a time as ever. So um, Spence, I had a really good time today, and uh- I totally understand if you donât want to, but would you want to go to dinner with me sometime soon?â Y/nâs heart is racing out of her chest as she anxiously waits for Spencer to answer.Â
âLike a date?âÂ
âYes- I mean not necessarily it doesn't have to be, we donât actually have to go out at all if you don't-â
âY/n, I would love to go out on a date with you.âÂ
âReally? T-thatâs great! Okay I should probably let you get to sleep now, Iâm sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight Spencer.âÂ
âGoodnight Y/n, see you Monday, canât wait.â Spencer says before Y/n hangs up the phone, he finds himself missing her voice already. He looks at the clock, seeing its already nearly one am, now understanding Y/nâs multiple apologies for the late call. Spencer turns off the light next to his bed, noticing his sunburn doesnât feel so bad now, ah, the psychology of love. Maybe, Spencer thinks before he closes his eyes, with Y/n by his side, a day at the beach doesnât sound so bad.Â
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I u want, could u mayhaps write about annabeth seeing percy after a long time apart and realizing his voice grew deeper? I saw a post about it once and I think u would nail it perfectly<3
TIME PASSES SO QUICKLY AHH but here it is! I also got another request of pre-relationship percabeth and letâs just say that yâall read my mind. Also sorry that I canât seem to write anything under 1k words đ©
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âSo I heard Percyâs coming today,â Silena said casually, holding a basket against her hip.
Annabeth yanked one of the strawberries so hard that its leaves came along with it.
âHe is?â Â
She didnât try to shroud her excitement like she wouldâve done, not too long ago.
âYeah. Charlie told me.â
She felt a twinge of jealousy that Percy hadnât even mentioned it to her, but she quickly clamped it down. It wasnât his fault. Not entirely, anyway. Theyâd IMâd at the beginning of their semester as freshmen, but then it had gotten to the point of him mentioning Rachel all the time, and then the year had gotten busier, andâŠ
Well, theyâd lost contact.
Realizing sheâd zoned out, she blinked away the fog from her eyes.
âBut honestly I wasnât supposed to tell,â Silena was saying. âHe said something about it being a surprise or whatever. I just wanted to see your reaction.â
Annabeth mustâve been doing something strange with her face, because Silena gave her a smug look, raising her eyebrows. She was used to her doing that, so she didnât mind.
Well, maybe a bit.
But the daughter of Aphrodite already knew everything there was to know about her feelings for Percy. Probably before even Annabeth first realized that she was in love with her best friend. So again, it was pointless to hide from her.
âSo.â Silena bumped her gently on the shoulder. âWhat are you gonna wear?â
Annabeth lifted her sun hat and stared at her for a couple of seconds. The latter looked as perfect as ever, despite the grueling sun. With her pink crop top, mini shorts, perfect makeup, and her dark hair pulled back into a low bun, Annabeth had little doubt that she could help her choose a different outfit other than her torn camp wardrobe. But, still, this was Percy. Â
Her best friend.
âMmm...no, itâs fine. Weâve got to finish the south side of the strawberry fields, so, we canât lose time, ya know?â
Silena gaped at her, then scoffed.
âWhat am I going to do with you, Chase?â she muttered, crouching to the ground again and shoving her hands into the foliage. âBut whateverâitâs your call. Like, youâre so pretty that you actually look good in that sorry excuse of an outfit.â
Her eyes roved over Annabethâs shirt and jeans. She felt herself blush at the attention.
âHey, is that blood?â
âUh...Maybeâbut itâs old! Donât worry.â
âA lost cause, I tell you.â
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It had been too long since sheâd caught a glimpse of that tell-tale curve of the shoulders and those raven curls.
Percy was early. Most of the summer campers always came the next week or so from this one, but she wasnât complaining about his untimely arrival. Not when he looked that cute in his school uniform and with that ridiculously messy hair.
She regarded him from afar as he chatted with Beckendorf by the Big House porch, a bag slumped over his shoulder. Something about himâin the way he laughed or how he suddenly looked tallerâmade her stomach drop like a volleyball, made every blade of grass seem brighter.
Running up to him, she yelled, âHey, stranger! Why so early?â
He turned to the sound of her voice, flashing her that crooked grin of his. Gods, sheâd missed him.
âHey yourself!â
When she finally reached the two boys, she skidded to a halt in front of Percy and gave him an exaggerated once-over.
âWhyâd you still have your uniform on, Seaweed Brain?â
âDo I?â he gazed down at his white shirt and gray pants. His eyes flicked to her again, smiling sheepishly. âOh. Kinda forgot I had it on, I guess.â
âMan, Iâve already told you,â Beckendorf said. âLeave the fancy shit home.â
âI forgot, okay? You know I hate this stupid uniform.â
In her honest opinion, the uniform seemed to be quite the opposite of stupid. Really, it should've been a crime to look that good in white and rolled up sleeves.
âYeah, whatever.â Beckendorf glanced back and forth from Percy to Annabeth. He smirked and patted Percy on the back. âAnyway, Â Iâll leave you to it.â
She watched him stroll to the Big House and step inside. Heâd probably been hereâwith Percyâin the first place because of a favor from Chiron.
They stood there, letting the silence build up.
His eyes were warm, green like the shallow sea. Annabeth had always thought that sheâd get used to that color, that luminescence. But she never did. Every time she peered up at them, it felt like the first time all over again. She could drown in those eyes and beam up at the fading sky and not beg for breath.
But now, it was worse. It was worse because she could tell that heâd grown. Actually grown. She didnât quite know how to feel about the fact that his voice had abruptly dropped at least an octave lower than from last summer and that from now on, sheâd have to lift her chin to meet his eyes.
âYouâve changed,â she blurted out.
She probably winced a little. Hopefully, sheâd sounded casual.
âIn what way, exactly?â His mouth twitched into a grin, cheeks dimpling, and her nervousness faded to a quiet buzzing. âThat Iâm finally taller than you?â
She pushed him away lightly to cover up the flush that was surely painting her cheeks a light pink. This was stupid. He was just being stupid. It was just Percy, for godsâ sake.
âYeah, taller than me by like, an inch.â
âAdmit it, youâre jealous.â
âI hate you.â
That was a lie, and Percy knew it.
âNo, you donât.â
âHow am I supposed to keep things out of your reach, now?â
âSee, thatâs the point. Now I get to pick on you. Shortie.â
Annabeth stuck her tongue out. âYouâre such a child.â
He laughed again, giving her whiplash from how different the sound rang in her ears. His laughter had always been a comfort to her, something that made her chest warm and gave her the motivation to try and let it out of him, again and again.
And it still was.
But this new laugh, however, had a richness to it that she felt down to her toes. He threw his head back, eyes crinkling like they always did. And yet, she found new angles to it. Saw a strange glow. He stood under the spotlight of a brand new theater, making everything he did seem like something new and foreign.
It dawned on her that she was staring like an idiot, even after Percyâs smile had faded to a lingering tug of the mouth.
âIâve missed you,â he said, plain and honest. In many ways, he hadnât changed. Not really.
âMe too.â Their eyes stayed interlocked for a couple more seconds. She cleared her throat. âHave you, uh...told Chiron youâre here?â
âHe already knows.â
âPsh. So am I the only one that didnât know about you coming here?â
She didnât mean to sound so accusatory, but there was no backing out, now.
He ducked his head. It was barely recognizable, but she could always tell when he was blushing.
âI...well, you know, wanted to, umâsurprise you.â
Another awkward pause.
Percy scratched the back of her head. âDo you, uh...wanna walk with me? To my cabin?â
âSure.â
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âYou know,â he said. âMy mom made you cookies.â
âAre they any good?â she teased.
He turned to give her an incredulous look. âThis is my mom weâre talking about. Of course theyâre good.â
âOkay...well, what are you waiting for? Hand them over, Seaweed Brain.â
âIn a sec. Iâm too lazy to open my bag right now, in the middle of camp.â
As they walked, Annabeth noticed how heads turned when the campers got a good look at the two of them together. Most of them just stared at Percy. They passed by some of her siblings carrying spears; she saw Malcolm wink and felt herself blush again.
âAnyway, you wouldnât have guessed what I got on my finals,â Percy was saying.
She glared pointedly at Malcolm, then whirled her head to look at Percy again. âWhatâd you get?â
âGuess.â
âOh my gods, Percy. Just tell.â
He smiled and gave her a sideways glance. âYouâre no fun.â
But even if he said it casually, the comment dug deeper than she wouldâve liked. Did he think Rachel was fun? She decided not to dwell on that.
Annabeth was the one talking to him. Not Rachel.
He glanced at her once, but seemingly decided to fix his gaze forward. His eyes sparkled in a way that she knew meant he was trying to hold back a grin. Heâd failed in the attempt, though.
âOkay, Iâll just say it: A âBâ plus.â
Her jaw dropped. âPercy!â
âYeah,â he laughed.
âOh my gods!â Â
Clarisse, standing by the Ares cabin, mimed Annabeth, mouthing her words and making kissy faces. She mostly ignored it, too distracted on what Percy had just said.
Her heart swelled at the thought of all the work he mustâve put himself through.
She grasped his arm. âIâm so proud of you, Perce.â
âYeah, me too. Paul helped, though. And mom.â
âGive yourself some of the credit.â
He sighed happily. âI guess I can say that I didnât cheat. Well, maybe a little.â
She tried to shove him, but he danced away.
âOhh, donât tell me that youâve never cheated on anything.â
âOkay.â She rolled her eyes. âLike maybe once or twice.â
âSee?â
âBut whatever. You got a âBâ and thatâs what matters.â
âYeah. It is.â
They smiled at each other for a second, then, he shouldered his bag and stopped by cabin three. The abalone shell seemed to glow brighter when he stood next to it.
Before she could stop herself, she said, âWe should celebrate.â
He lifted one of those thick eyebrows of his and leaned back against the door frame. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou knowâŠâ she kicked some of the stray pebbles from the ground, suddenly flustered. âYour grades. It deserves a celebration, donât you think?â
His face lit up once more. âOh! Yeah, like a picnic or something? We could eat the cookies Mom madeâunless you want them for yourself, which is fineââ
âNo!â She bit her lip. âI meanâsharing is cool. Iâd like that.â
Annabeth decided it best not to visibly cringe at herself. Whoâd even say âsharingâ and âcoolâ at the same time?
Luckily, Percy nodded along with her. âOkay. Cool. Waitâthat reminds meâŠâ He unzipped his bag, hands already roaming around inside it. âAh, here it is.â
He took a take-out like box with red flowers painted around the sides. They looked handmade. She accepted the gift with a smile.
âWho made these?â she asked, examining the paintings closer. âTheyâre pretty.â
When she saw his smug look, she didn't have to think twice about who had decorated it.
âI did,â he said. Her expression mustâve still been akin to impressed shock, because he chuckled. âWhat? You think I canât be artistic?â
She shrugged. It was a simple fact, really. âSince when did you learn?â
âUh, Rachel taught me.â
âOh.â
He nodded tightly.
Right. While sheâd lived on the other side of the country, alone and with a family who still wasnât that comfortable around her, heâd been off with his new mortal girlfriend. And how much time must it have taken for Rachel to teach him how to do those precise brushstrokes? To combine those colors properly? Days or more, she knew.
Theyâd been busy.
She pretended not to care, anyway, opening the box to check on the cookies. âThey, um...They look good!â She met his eyes so that he could see just how sincere her words wereâbecause they really did look divine. Divine and blue. âGive Sally my thanks. And you mustâve worked really hard on this. So, thanks also.â
Annabeth noticed how he relaxed at the change of subject. Idiot.
âI will. And nah, it was nothing. I just really wanted to, um, to contribute with the gift. I guess. And mom loves you, soâŠâ
âLoves me more than you?â
He snorted. âProbably.â
The edges of her mouth quirked up. âSo...when are you up for that celebratory picnic thing?â
âUh...from what I remember, I think my scheduleâs got like, free time at around five. That sound good?â
Her mind buzzed through her list of daily activities, relieved to find something else to think about other than the awkwardness that now lingered in the air.
âYeah, I think Iâm free at five, as well. Tomorrow, right?â
âSounds good to me.â
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It wasnât the same. That, she could tell.
She bit the inside of her cheek, watching him fight with Clarisse. So theyâd go on a picnic together. Big deal.
Sheâd just barely stepped outside cabin three when Silena had dragged her away, begging for every detail.
Annabeth wasnât going to lie: she was excited. More so than sheâd let on. And yet, she wasnât sure if he liked her that way.
Not with other girls fanning over him, now. Girls like Rachel.
How could she have let him go so easily? How was this the first time in months since sheâd last seen him?
Sheâd spent the day pretending it was fine. Her heart ached whenever he was near, but it also hurt when he was gone. She couldn't have it both ways.
So yes, everything was fine.
Maybe if she said those words enough, then she'd start to believe it and stop with this feeble act of hers. This pretending that none of the shit theyâd been festering against the other mattered. And in the process, also pretend that these new feelings she had for himâthat didnât feel so newânever existed in the first place.
Then again...what was she thinking?
This was her best friend. Her best friend whom sheâd tried to kiss about a year ago and who hadnât even breathed a word about it since. Who talked to her like he was stepping around eggshells. Who was clearly not interested in her in that way if what she suspected about Rachel was true and who had suddenly become one of the most attractive guys in Camp Half-Blood.
She hated this. This sensation of her heart beating faster, her breath coming short. Her brain fading any thought away, leaving it lustrous with the image of Percy. Percy this and Percy that. His stupid smile and his stupid laugh andâ
Ice-cold water struck her skin, stopping her thought process short like a shock wave.
âSorry,â Silena said, not actually sounding sorry. Stray water dripped from her hand. âYou were spaced out for a while.â
Their canoe boat rocked back and forth along with the gusts of wind.
âOkay,â Annabeth said, glaring at her friend. She wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off her face. âNow youâre just asking for it.â
With a sharp, practiced tug, she flipped them over. Silenaâs screech died when they hit the water.
She resurfaced, spluttering, splashing Annabeth again and again.
âYou little shit! I am going to kill you!â
âWhat?â Annabeth laughed, choking on water. âI thought your makeupâs waterproof!â
Silena threw more water at her.
âYour point?â
And okay, maybe they looked like fools fighting in the middle of the lake, laughing and joking around. But it was fine; no one was there to witness it except perhaps the naiads and the cicadas that roared in the woods along with the rogue monster.
Well...there was one person.
But the girls didnât have the mind to notice him.
Percy sat on the back of the pier and smiled, shaking his head.
Maybe someday, they could move on from this strange faze. From skipping around each other, then acting like friends all over again.
Someday.
The sound of the conch horn in the distance brought a reluctant stop to the chirping of the crickets. Dinner time.
He stood up and made his way back, wishing that just maybe, he could be brave enough to tell her how he felt. To unashamedly look at her and no one else as though she were the fading sun, inviting for the naked eye to gape at directly as it caressed the sea and the tree tops while coloring the sky a deep purple. To kiss her in front of all those stupid people and hug her and make her laugh and smile, all golden and beautiful.
Rid himself of the worries, once and for all.
But it couldnât be.
Maybe, just maybeâŠ
Someday.
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FIC: Not So Golden Opportunity (BAON)

Summary: Â Usually Stretch likes getting packages in the mail, but there is always room for an exception.
Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort
Part of the âby any other nameâ series.
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The knock on the front door wasnât much of a surprise, not when it came at delivery oâclock. Stretch always had packages coming in, everything from equipment for the lab to a new t-shirt that declared he was a âKaraoke Kingâ, there was always something for their delivery person to drop off. At any given time, there was enough cardboard stored in their garage waiting to get dropped off at recycle to make one heck of a box fort, and that was on his list to do with the neighborhood kiddos one of these weekends.
So, the knock on the door? Not a surprise. What they were delivering on the other handâ
âuh, wow, thanks, marty,â Stretch said, a little dubiously. Marty let out an agreeable honk and meandered their way back to their little mail truck, leaving Stretch standing there with an enormous armful of flowers from an unknown source. Couldnât be from Edge. Sure, heâd given flowers a few times, but Edge was more of an in-person sort of guy when it came to presents.
Welp, there was only one way to find out, wasnât there. Time to get his Velma on and look for some clues.
Stretch carried the massive thing inside and plunked it down on the coffee table to give it a closer look. It was actually a very nice floral arrangement, even Stretch could see that and he didnât know shit about flowers or dĂ©cor. Tiny sprays of white, bell-like blooms and ferny green things surrounding several huge blooms of golden flowers, the likes of which Stretch hadnât seen in years, not since they were Underground.
Hm. Golden flowers.
The card had Edgeâs name on it, but Stretch didnât bother sneaking a peek. Mystery solves, there was only one person who wouldâve had this delivered to their door and he probably made it with his own fuzzy hands. The real question was why that asshole was having flowers sent to his husband, thank you, and the only way to find out if he needed to start making plans to yank out hunks of fur with his bare hands was to ask, with the minimum of simmering jealousy possible.
âbabe?â Stretch called. Edge was in the kitchen, making preparations for their new cupboards to be installed next week. âhey, câmere a minute!â
Heâd expected Edge to be pleased, he did like his flowers, heck, maybe even excited in that adorably subdued way he had, and much as Stretch could have done without any surprise packages from Ass-gore in their house, eh, heâd deal with it if they made Edge happy.
The last thing he anticipated was for Edge to stop cold halfway out the kitchen door, the fleeting expression of disgust crossing his face quickly shifting to blankness. Edge wasnât exactly the most emotive guy out there, but Stretch was pretty good at reading his facial version of charades and right now there wasnât so much as a twitch of the eye socket or a curl of his mouth as he said, low, âPlease put that in the garage.â
âthe garage?â Stretch repeated doubtfully. He looked down at the extravagant display of floral dominance in his hands and wondered if heâd heard that right. âyou sure?
âYes, because someone might notice if you put it right into the trash.â That blankness cracked, a little, enough for Edge to snap out, âJust get it out of the damn house!â
Yeah, okay, got that message loud and clear, especially since Edge was starting to look a little glowy around the hands, like he was considering a little impromptu, and violent, floral rearranging. Stretch grabbed up the offending bouquet before it could end up as target practice and shortcutted out into the garage.
Like the rest of the house, it was neat as a pin, no oil stains on this concrete floor and all the tools neatly put away on the pegboard. In the back corner was the motorcycle, shrouded in drop cloths and waiting for Edge to be able to take it out for a spin again. Didnât seem like putting the flowers anywhere special was part of todayâs theme, so Stretch stuffed the thing into the furthest spot, away from Edgeâs car so he wouldnât have to see it when he came out on his way to work tomorrow.
Job successfully achieved, Stretch dusted off his hands and teleported back inside. Edge was already gone from the living room, no surprise there, but he hadnât gone back to the kitchen. A quick, not-at-all-frantic search found him sitting out on the front porch and that wasnât really a surprise, either. But the cigarette in his hand? Now that blew past surprise all the way into flabbergasted shock. Far as Stretch knew, Edge hadnât bummed a smoke in months, his general attitude towards smoking was distaste with extreme prejudice. It took a helluva lot for him to give into the urge for a quick fix to a nicotine craving. Whatever his issues were with the flowers, whether it was the gift or the person who sent them, they were bad.
âbabe?â Stretch asked, cautiously, still hovering half in the house. As worried as he was, he wouldnât push, ready to leave if Edge wanted to be alone.
Edge only shifted the cigarette to his other hand and patted the concrete next to him in silent invitation. A little relieved, Stretch came out and sat down. He dug his own cigarette out of the crumpled pack and the two of them sat hip to hip, quietly smoking. Overhead, the sky was endless sea of deep blue broken only by the occasional streak of a puffy cloud. A nice day, too nice for the unspoken questions hanging heavily in the air, but Stretch didnât ask them. Edge would talk when he was ready and if he never was, welp, that was fine, too. Edge wasnât the only one who could be supportive, Stretch was more than willing to take his turn under the weight.
It wasnât until Edge tamped out his cigarette in the ashtray Stretch kept out on the porch that he spoke.
âIâm sorry,â Edge said finally. âI didnât mean to snap at you.â
âi think iâll live, babe,â Stretch replied, dryly, âthe wounds were superficial.â He gave Edge a gentle nudge in the side with his elbow. âyou okay?â
Yeah, okay, that wasnât pushing, thanks. Besides, it was a stupid question, because the answer was obviously going to be a âyes, fineâ and thatâd be it.
Except that he didnât get the obvious answer he expected.
âNot right now,â Edge said. His sockets were half-closed and instead of their yard, he seemed to be looking miles away. âI will be.â They sat in silence for a while longer, Stretch watching people walking by, waving as required and leaving Edge to his thoughts. He was lighting a second cigarette when Edge finally spoke again, softly. âGolden flowers.â The faint hitch in his voice couldâve meant nothing, if the person he was sitting with didnât know him so well. âI havenât seen real golden flowers in years.â
Stretch considered that. âiâm taking it they werenât sorely missed.â
âHm?â Crimson eye lights briefly flicked his way. âNo, not at all. I hate the blasted things.â
Stretch only took a long drag and exhaled slowly, blowing a smoke ring up into that blue, blue sky. He didnât ask or urge him to talk, simply being there if he chose to. And Edge did, slowly, as if choosing every word with care. âThe only place in Underfell where golden flowers grew was the kingâs chamber in New Home. My memories of that place areâŠnot pleasant.â
Not pleasant. Yeah, like lava is a wee bit warmish or the Titanic sprung a little leak. Indisputable truths: water is wet, the sky is blue, grass is green, and any meeting with the king of all Monsters in Underfell was not pleasant.
The explanation made perfect sense, really; if Stretchâd had a minute to actually think about it instead of dividing his attention between ditching the flowers and then finding his wayward husband, he probably would have figured it out on his own. Perfect sense, yep, and that was why Stretch was torn between temptations. First, to grab Edge and hold him close, to keep him there in his arms and do whatever it took to chase away any of the mental ghosts that were creeping in, to be the protector for one damn time. And then there was the equal temptation to take that little flower arrangement on back to the source and see if he could find any handy place to stick it, because right now, he was ready to cram it so far up someoneâs fuzzy buns that theyâd need their dentist to help get it loose.
But Edge wouldnât appreciate either of those options. All Stretch could do here was sit here, be here, and hope it was enough.
Stretch was so lost in his thoughts that he startled at the touch of a gloved hand as it settled gently over his bare one, sharp fingertips blunted by fabric lightly stroking his own. âHe didnât know, love. He mentioned to me in passing that heâd started working on floral arrangements again for the summer and that heâd be sending them out to Embassy employees, and I completely forgot.â
Trust Edge to know exactly what direction his thoughts were headed, right off the grid and into a little righteous revenge. Didnât help that the things Stretch wanted to say to that excuse werenât exactly helpful. Things like, Asgore should have been able to guess, homey reminders were only good for people who actually liked their past home, and maybe a reminder to pay some fucking attention to anything besides his own personal popularity contest was in order. Or how about suggestion for a visit to emphasis the whole âwe donât send my husband any gifts without pre-approval, assholeâ.
None of those options were actually useful and either might actually get him banned from the Embassy this time, so Stretch kept âem to himself and only said, âi know.â
Then he let out a squawk as that gentle touch on his hand turned into a firm grip around his wrist and he was abruptly yanked over into Edgeâs lap. He barely managed to put out his cigarette before it landed anywhere unpleasant. It took a little creative, and occasionally blatant, wriggling to get situated but in the end, he was settled across Edgeâs femurs and snuggled in. His own hands were perfectly G-rated, Edgeâs only slightly less so but it wasnât like anyone on the street could see the hand heâd slipped under Stretchâs sweatshirt and settled over his sternum, right where his soul would manifest if he summoned it. Neither of them did, not yet, not out here in front of the broad daylight and the neighbors. The barest suggestion was enough for right now.
âIâm all right,â Edge murmured, and the warmth of his breath against the curve of his jaw was a tempting distraction. But Stretch wasnât gonna forget to hand over a carefully selected piece of his mind to Asgore the next time he saw him.
Next time fuzzy ass wanted to send a present, he could stick with a gift card.
-finis
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with what looks like either the sun or moon behind it, could be elgar nan
Hi Nonnie, for the figure above Corypheus? I think this is a cool idea đ and due to personal biases (wanting to meet and fight Elgarânan) Iâd be completely on board with it happening. Heâs god of the sun and has the Eldest of the Sun moniker, the sun was his father and heâs associated with constellation Solium... They have golden spheres behind them after all and that figure cuts a bulkier, more masculine-reading figure. That figureâs headpiece/horns are also gold (sun), in contrast with the other figureâs which are black, and they kinda remind me of the sort of gold horn-like headpieces often worn by Sunfire Elves in Dragon Prince. In that case I wonder then if the other figure could have something to do with Mythal, as she and Elgarânan are classically thought of as a pair and sheâs associated with the moon, having created it. The other figure also has the oceanic thing going on with the wavy lines and how itâs rearing out of the sea in that concept art, and Mythal was said to have walked out of the sea.
From Constellation: Solium, on the two common interpretations behind its meaning -
The first is that it represents the fascination of early peoples (such as the Necromenians, predecessors to the ancient Tevinter Imperium) with all objects in the sky, the Sun and Moon in particular. Indeed, many believe proper depiction of Solium is as both.
Emphasis mine. What this brings to mind is the Emergent Compendium -
Two shadowed spheres among stars
an eclipse as Fen'Harel stirred
Hereâs two shadowed spheres alongside FenâHarel as he makes a move in this latest mural all right... The Compendium is also ancient, noted by a scholar to be pre-Tevinter (read: probably ancient elven). And uh omg, the entries in the Compendium appear magically on their own -
the volumes are automatos: new entries appear of their own accord, with no scrivener's quill in sight.
(Emphasis mine) - and this has just clicked in my brain as being exactly like the journal relic of the Morlyn clan, which has been handed down over generations and has started showing the way to sacred elfy ruins in Arlathan Forest (read: the Morlyn tome is probably ancient elven) -
it started rewriting itself last month. Mysterious entries appeared of their own accord
Emphasis mine.Â
From my old post on the Compendium:
This spheres and eclipses business remind me of two of the murals seen in Tresspasser (1, 2). It may be worth noting that Thedas has two moons, and that Elgarânan is said to have once thrown down the sun from the sky. It might be a reference to foci. As to the stirring.. because a few years later, Solas awoke perhaps? The Kirkwall rebellion (Act 3) is 9:37, DA:I begins in 9:41 and Solas awoke a year before joining so 9:40 approximately. Or else a reference to something heâs done in the past perhaps, or seeks to do.
The latest mural shows what he seeks to do, and both it and the Compendium also reference past events (Meredith, Corypheus, Sten in the case of the Compendium). Thereâs Elgarânan cropping up again. And doesnât the second Trespasser mural bear a compositional resemblance to the new one, just flipped?
[Flipped for the purposes of comparison]

Two elfy figures on either side (one bigger and bulkier than the other, and once flipped on the same side as the bigger one in the Trespasser image), circles above or behind their heads, foci or sources of power above them, the presence of the wavy lines, and in between the two figures thereâs the red and black of the Black City in its Veil hemispheres. Even the rough âtriangleâ below, the presence of the peacock feather motif, and the wavy lines in the orb above the righthand figure in the Trespasser mural are vertical, just like the ones adorning the equivalent figure in the new one. The two murals are like bookends, showing the creation and destruction of the Veil.
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requested: yes! by anon
âCould you do a blurb where JJ and Reader are best friends since 3rd grade and are realizing they have feelings for each otherâ
summary:Â youâve been best friends with jj since third grade, as you both grow older you both realize you have feelings for each other
notes: this is kinda way more than a blurb, but thatâs okay. also warning of abuse mentioned/implied
third grade
Your feet swing as you sit in the small plastic chair, your legs too short to touch the ground. Your tongue would poke out of your mouth as you concentrate on drawing.
âhi!â a voice speaks up. You lift your head in acknowledgment to see a blonde boy standing in front of you.
âCan I colour with you?â he asks, moving to the chair beside you. You nod and shift your papers over, making room for the boy.
âIâm JJ, whatâs your name?â he asks, grabbing the crayon that you are using out of your hand. you would mumble your name as you reach out your hand. you grab the crayon back from the boy, starting to colour again. He laughs and scoots his chair in closer.
âI like you. Weâre gonna be friends now, okay?â
sixth grade
Your hands scrap against the pavement as you tumble forwards, pants ripping in the knee as it hits a small rock.
âThatâs what you get for being annoying!â some kid yells out. The same kid that has been bugging you for a week now, all because you wouldnât give him your juice box during lunch one day. You scramble to your feet and quickly stand up. You would try to run away before a hand grabs onto your sleeve.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â he loudly says, pulling you closer to him.
âGet off!â You yell, pulling on your arm.
âOh the freak talks?â He taunts you, shoving you back once more. This time you land on your back on the cement, head knocking against it. Suddenly there are two pairs of footsteps slapping against the ground getting closer.
âBack off!â Another kid screams. You easily recognize the voice as JJ and you make your way to your feet again with John Bs help. Once you stand up you cower behind him. You reach forward and grasp JJâs hand tight, squeezing it twice. Thatâs your signal. Two squeezes means âIâm okayâ. The two boys stare down the bully before he eventually turns and walks away.
âYou okay?â JJ asks, taking a step closer, our hands still interlocked.
âYea, Iâm okay, thanks.â You reply, wrapping your arms around both boys.
eigth grade
Youâre doing homework as a knock on the door startles you. Books strewn across the table lay there as you stand up, making your way to the front door. Unlocking it, you grasp the handle and swing the old wooden door open. Standing in front of you is JJ. His eyes stare back as you take in the gruesome scene in front of you. One of his eyes is bruised and swollen shut, the other full of unreleased tears. Heâs holding onto his wrist that peaks out from under his sleeve, appearing red and puffy. His lip also has a small cut, right in the middle, that was once bleeding.
âJJ.â You mumble, moving forward to usher him inside. He takes a few steps inside, before heading towards the old ratty couch.
âIt doesnât hurt as bad as it looks?â He forces out a small laugh as he sits down. He winces as the movement jostles his arm.
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Let me... uh... let me help you. Why did you come here? Why didnât you-â
âI didnât know where else to go, okay?â he cuts you off. Blowing a strand of hair out of your face you move to sit next to him.
âCan I do anything for you?â You quietly ask, moving closer as he rests his head on your shoulder.
âNo. Just stay here with me. Youâre comforting.â He mumbles.
âAre you sure you donât want some ice?â you say, moving to stand up. He says your name once before replying.
âHey, iâm sure okay. Just please, please stay with me.â
âOkay.â you mumble, slowly placing your hand in his.
âOkay.â he says back, squeezing my hand twice.
15 years old
The sun beats down onto you all, the boat rocking with the small waves on the marsh. Music plays loudly from Kieâs speaker as you and her dance. The surface of the boat being slippery with water after everyone went swimming earlier. You move to take a step to the side and slip, putting your hands down to catch yourself. Landing the wrong way on your hands, causing your pointer finger to bend back, a small crack echoing. Instantly laughter roars at the incident. Normally you would laugh too, but not when your finger has a bump from a presumed bone that was now in the wrong place. Your eyes begin to tear up as Kie moves closer, crouching down to your height.
âAre you okay? You look like youâre in pain.â She says, at this JJ immediately turns around.
âMy finger.â You stutter out, holding it tight with the opposite hand.
âCan I see?â She asks, holding out her hand for yours. You slowly let go of it and move it towards her. Looking up towards her face you catch her grimace before looking towards Pope.
âPass me a cold can, please?â He does as asked and holds out a cold beer. Kiara grabs the beer and slowly places your finger onto it. Eyes squinting shut with pain as you lean your head back against the side of the boat. You hear footsteps and a small thump next to you before a hand guides your head onto a shoulder. The person grabs the can and your hand from Kie moving it to their lap. Opening your eyes, looking up you see blonde hair, realizing itâs JJ.
âYou okay?â he asks, turning to look at you. You nod and lean more against him.
âDo you want to head back? I can bring you to the hospital or whatever? We can leave our parents out of it, if you want?â Questions leave his mouth at a fast pace. Pulling your head back you look up at him.
âNo iâm okay, it sucks right now but it will be fine. Just need to ice it.â You say, moving closer and leaning completely against him.
Unbeknownst to you, Kie, Pope, and John B are looking at you and JJ with a knowing look on their faces. You donât notice when Kie voices her thoughts quietly, mumbling âI hope they date.â
15 1/2 years old
Surfing was by far yours and JJs favourite pastime. You both craved the adrenaline from riding the perfect wave. Plus it was fun to watch the other wipeout. Today you both had been out there for around 3 hours already, planning on heading in soon. You move to catch one more wave, paddling before pushing up. You ride it before it gets too rough and you end up falling. Crashing down into the water below, inhaling some water causes you to come up coughing, searching for your board. Your hand finds it and you pull yourself on, still coughing out water. JJ paddles himself next to you and helps you back to the beach.
âYou alright? You fell pretty hard.â He states, moving closer to you. You quickly take off the ankle strap of your board and move a few steps closer to the bushes. You start gagging on sea water, throwing up some into the bushes. JJ is instantly behind you, pulling your hair out of your face. You move backwards and sit down on the sand. He sits next to you, placing his hand in yours. You squeeze it twice, lightly coughing once again.
âYou good now?â he asks. You can tell that he is preparing to start talking so you nod.
âOkay because that was one of the sickest wipeouts iâve seen, it was a really cool wave and that was honestly so-â
âCan we just be glad, that iâm yâknow, alive? please?â you ask, smacking him with your hand.
âYea, yea, of course. It was super cool though.â he mutters.
âJJ!â
16 years old, pre treasure hunt
Between you, JJ, and John B, the hammocks at the chateau were never empty. Considering both you and JJ practically live there now, itâs not a surprise. After a long day spent with all the pogues on the boat, together you and JJ were sharing a hammock. You both were looking at the sky and the stars above you. Your hands are interlocked as you lay directly next to each other. Slowly, you squeeze your hand in his three times.
âThree? What does that mean?â JJ quietly asks, rubbing his thumb on your hand.
âUm... well,â flustered you stutter out an answer, âI was thinking it could mean âI love youâ?â you bite your lip and turn towards him. His gaze is fixed on the sky, before it turns to your eyes.
âYou... love me?â he asks.
âWell iâve liked you for a while now and everyone said that you like me back so I figured I could say something and I-â his lips press against yours, effectively making you be quiet. He slowly pulls away before looking back up at the stars.
âI love you too.â He says, squeezing your hand with each word.
âWill you be my girlfriend?â He asks, turning his head towards you again. You nod and a small smile forms on your face.
âYea?â he mumbles out towards you, you smile as you reply.
âYea.â You would say, connecting your lips once again.
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AEW Double or Nothing 2021
In which the spirit of WCW is alive in confusing and delightful ways and we are left to parse whether overbooking and extracurriculars are offset by having actually very good wrestling happening at the same time.
- Lessons learned from Revolution on the production side? Maybe just cool it on pyro, though the rappelling adventure in the Stadium Stampede showed some of that now-characteristic 'trust us it'll look better on TV' flair. Hot crowd tends to paper over most woes, and the crowd was pretty hot. My one gripe is that the casino theme is hanging around like yesterday's takeout containers. Nothing wrong with clinging to a theme, I just think it's time for season 2. My suggestion? Under the Sea.
*Pre-Card Serena Deeb (C) v Riho for the NWA Women's Championship (***1/2) - Serena Deeb's star has finally risen. She's a remarkably consistent technician and she can get a match out of anyone at this point. She's working at the level of Mercedes Martinez or Madison Eagles at this point, it's amazing that she was overlooked or considered fit only to be a coach for so long. With the NWA belt she has this new swagger, she's basically everything Tessa Blanchard might bring to the table with none of the downsides (Serena has a lot of friends and seems like a lovely person, even!) - Riho's back and here to stay. Her time in Stardom didn't do much for my evaluation of her, which is that there are many better wrestlers that would be better representatives of the joshi style and she's merely pretty good. - The match was very good. Serena showcased a champion's aggression against a sympathetic Riho, they really work well against each other, Deeb's technical prowess against Riho's flexibility led to a very dynamic finish.
*Main Card Hangman Adam Page v Brian Cage (***1/2) - Here the shenanigans start. Brian Cage is on Team Taz, Team Taz has nothing else much to do tonight, so why wouldn't Team Taz flex their muscles, bait us with HOOK, etc? (Because it would be nice to have some variety in the card in terms of a match where one competitor stands across from another competitor?) - Hangman is (checking notes) yeah, still over as fuck, as befits the Anxious Millennial Cowboy. Cage terrifies me, he's a child's drawing of a body builder. He do be very agile for a man of his immense musculature tho. They match up well, Page is biggish for a flyer, Cage loves to play catch. Nothing much to write home about, other than Hangman's beautiful moonsault to the floor and what was overall a very good curtain jerker. - Okay fine, I am curious about Cage's reluctance to lean on the goons, Starks can't come back soon enough.
The Young Bucks v Jon Moxley & Eddie Kingston (***) - I will not be referring to Mox & Eddie as (The) Wild Things because it gives me 'he calls it the wacky line' flashbacks for some reason. - The Bucks have to cheat and abuse Rick Knox's attention span constantly to be on even footing with Mox & Eddie, which is a clever sort of thing that gets washed out by the appearance of LG and Karl Anderson, which again, is cool in a vacuum but was the story of the evening. - Pace was weird - repetitive in eliminating Eddie, then Mox fights back, failed hope spot, Bucks team up, Eddie saves x2/3 in a row. - Mox, unlike Cody (in so many ways,) will probably actually be taking some time off with Renee, which is the kind of thing I would prefer not to know in terms of booking, but they really uh, put him down on the canvas here, and it felt pretty finale-esque.
Casino Battle Royale (n/r, but on the balance pro) - Any changes to the theme of the PPV would likely include changing up the nonsense suit format of these largely joyless slogs. - Obviously anticipating a NJPW talent, or... I dunno, actually -- Lio Rush was a surprise. Got in a quick demonstration of his otherworldly quickness, and you know what, there's probably a fun place for him in AEW. He'll need some friends, of course, feel like Team Taz might fit his temperament. I wonder if he was aware of the Mark Henry news... - Christian does not need to win this kind of match to get a title shot, obviously, but that said it was super lovely to use him to give Jungle Boy the shine. Jungle Boy would be a license to print money if he was even as big as Hangman. - Could register some continued griping about how Penta is not getting his due in AEW but he also literally was dressed as the Joker so I'm low on sympathy on this one particular night.
Anthony Ogogo v Cody Rhodes (*) - I did not like this. It's hard for me to read jingoism as a face move to begin with, and Cody's was egregiously tone deaf and kinda silly yet delivered without a trace of irony because Cody doesn't do irony on purpose, ridiculous neck tattoo aside. - Great argument to be made that Ogogo just isn't experienced enough to be winning matches against Cody. But like, what are we doing here? Cody needs to take some time off, maybe. I thought that's what was happening when he had his mini feud with Penta that really just ended in quick decisive Cody win. I though maybe Cody was being turned when QT and The Factory snapped-- sure, they're a group of impotent player 2s, but Cody is an out of touch elitist with a callous and manipulative streak. Alas, also no. America #1. - Cody is approximately 8 times as tough as Billy Gunn based on his weathering of the one punch man. Match ran a bit long given how little there was to go on. Cody gigged? Quelle surprise. - Cody had the best match on the card like, 3 out of the first 4 AEW events or something, and that was all booking and storytelling. I do hope Cody follows Moxley's lead into a little sabbatical.
Miro (C) v Lance Archer for the TNT Championship (**1/2) - Card's hossiest hoss match, a quick burst reminiscent of a car wreck. Absolutely hit on what it should've hit on but a little slow moving considering it went all of 10 minutes. - I will not complain about Jake the Snake, who I love. And also the gimmick spot, with Miro very astutely yeeting what was definitely a snake in a bag (surely.) back down the tunnel.
Dr Britt Baker, DMD v Hikaru Shida (C) for the AEW Women's Championship (***) - Picked up a lot of steam toward the end but seemed a little toothless (heh) until the last five. - Shida 'deserved' some more time as champion in front of crowds but also it's time to let heel Britt reach her peak, I can't even imagine how obnoxious she can be as the champ, it's going to be great.
Sting & Darby Allin v Ethan Page & Scorpio Sky (***1/2) - Such is the power of STING that I feel like I might be underrating this match... I mean it was an okay match about very simply getting some revenge and the sixty year old man did a very subdued Code Red and a slightly less subdued dive. He's also Sting. They missed an opportunity in calling it the 'Scorpio' Death Drop, but the main takeaway here is you see something like this where it's The Icon and you start to understand why WWE trots out their legends to come out of incredibly still kick ass without bending their knees. - The difference, I guess, is that Sting is absolutely being used to build up Darby Allin, whereas it's not like the fed brought back Goldberg and his attendant aura to pump up... anyone but Goldberg?
Kenny Omega (C) v PAC v Orange Cassidy for the AEW World Championship (****) - Off the top I have to say I'm very sad that the rest of the Galaxy's Greatest Friends were seen only very briefly, nice of them to bring OC's backpack. - Also have to point out that PAC's promo featured one of my favourite jokes, that Kenny must be short for Kenneth as a sort of legal/birth name belonging to a professional wrestler. (See also: Samoa Joseph) - And Mr Cassidy certainly did try in this match, ragdoll sells and all. Kenneth and PAC are absurd talents who bring aerial, power and technical maneuvers in equal measure and OC is not doing any of those on the same level, but he picked his spots, showed his genre savvy and hung in there to the point that he wasn't just the fall guy. - The extracurriculars continue in a match that was already a little overboard for silliness due to asymmetry... I think if you're the Invisible Hand it would've made sense to save up all your tricks for this match, but who am I to question the golden goose? - Sure, Kenny and Don ran the classic heel manager interference spot and taking out the ref in desperation spot but having to take out the ref because PAC wouldn't break the hold is fun, as is the stupid/inspired sense in running the 'smash opponent with the belt' spot four times so as none of your heavy gold prizes feel left out. (I love that AAA Mega Championship, they weren't on TV so we get to see it?) - "Fuck You, Don," indeed.
The Inner Circle v The Pinnacle in 'Stadium Stampede II' (***1/2) - This one had to grow on me for two reasons, first that it's usually pretty unforgivable to co-opt the main event spot from the championship match, and second to law of diminishing returns on dumb gimmick matches. - But grow it did. There's a full on meat locker? Commentary will refer to a cardboard cut-out of Shahid Khan as Tony Khan's father (that's canon now,) and Jericho will lovingly pat it? Konnan happened to be the DJ at whatever night club there is a Jaguar Stadium? Spears surrounds himself dramatically with chairs and his hoisted by his own petard? - Ultimately it comes down to letting Sammy shine. His involvement with the Inner Circle has sometimes come at the cost of being able to showcase that prior to AEW he was an ascendant talent in PWG, on his way to Ricochet level feats of acrobatic excess. Still feel like Sammy could've/should've been the one tossed off the cage a few weeks ago, but even better is being the guy getting the pin in the ring.
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Summertime prompts list: 27 or 28 with rami? Please and thank youuuđ
I tried to do bothâhope it turned out okay! âLate night talks around a bonfireâconfessions (27) âserious musings (28).â
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The sun was just setting and for a moment, you looked out at the ocean and let yourself get lost in her expanse, the sound of her surf, and the way the hues of the sky were melding with the hues of her water to become one palette of midnight-blues.
âEarth to Y/N!â your friend said, tugging on your ponytail.
âWhat? SorryâI was just thinking.â
âSurprise, surprise. I wanted to know if you were ready for Moscato?â
âOoo yes! I wanna see if the bottle I bought is any good.â
âThe apple?â
âYeahâhowâd youââ
Your friend cut you off by handing you a wine tumbler as they took another sip from their own.
âItâs really good,â they confirmed as you took a drink, relishing in the sweet burst of the wine on your tongue and smiling as a strong flavor of crisp, green apples lingered once you swallowed.
âThatâs gonna be dangerous.â
Smiling, you spread out the red and black checkered blanket you brought, ignoring the crumbs of sand that inevitably crept their way over the freshly laid fabric, and plopped down, wiggling your bum to encourage the sand beneath to provide you a more comfortable seat.
You watched as a few of your friends lit the bonfire and before you knew it, the sun had been replaced by the moon, nothing but the big fireâs glow and a few tiki torches left to light up the night.
Buzzed from the wine, the laughter, or maybe just from the ocean herself as she continued to crash on the shore, your eyes widened when a sudden whoop of cheers erupted. Immediately, your eyes met Ramiâs. Swallowing thickly, you refilled your tumbler and retreated back to your blanket, wondering what the hell he was doing here.
As Rami made his round of hellos, someone turned on their speaker and music filled the night, loud enough to issue a challenge to the crackling bonfire and to the ocean.
âCome on! Come dance,â your friend pleaded, and you waved them off.
âI need way more booze in my system before I dance.â
Your friend laughed and gave you the middle finger as they headed into the small crowd that had begun dancing on the opposite side of the bonfire.
âAnyone sitting with you?â a deep, familiar voice sounded and you took your time traveling up the owner of that voiceâs body before you met his gaze.
Rami looked like . . . Rami.
He was dressed in a pair of slim-fit, green shorts that stopped about two inches above his knee, and a blue or grey lightweight button down, loosely buttoned to show a portion of his chest, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up at his elbows. He was wearing a pair of worn canvas flip-flops, and when you shook your head ânoâ and he sat down, the smell of his cologne washed over you like a baptism.
âHow are you?â he asked.
âSame old,â you shrugged. âI think the more interesting question in this situation is how are you?â
Rami smiled softly, his pretty eyes finally turning away from you and toward the fire.
âTired.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he affirmed, giving you time to take a sip of wine.
âReady for a drink?â
âI did a little pre-gaming,â he confessed as he shifted just a bit closer to you so he could reach into his back pocket and retrieve a small, silver flask.
âAnd you drove out here?â you asked, narrowing your eyes.
Rami laughed as he answered, âStill giving me shit, Y/N? I missed that.â
Ramiâs eyes connected with yours and everything youâd ever felt for him came rushing backâthe good, the bad, and the neverwas. Those feelings sloshed around in your gut like the sweet, summer wine you had been drinking, and when you finally broke free from his gaze, you took a shaky breath as you realized you felt like you were on fire, your skin set to melt at any second.
âRami fuckinâ Malek! How are you? And where the fuckâs Sami?â
As Rami reached out to clasp his old friendâs hand, you shot off the blanket and escaped what you thought was the heat of the bonfire. As you brushed the remnants of some sand off the backs of your thighs, you walked down the beach until you were out of the light and immersed in shadow.
The Rami sitting around tonightâs bonfire no longer led the same life as the Rami from a few years ago who had shown up on your doorstep, grinning like a madman to tell you he landed the lead of a TV show. This Ramiâthis Rami was an international movie star.
He wasnât the same man . . . was he?
As you made your way back to the bonfire, you shook off your thoughts and were nearly free of Ramiâs intrusion until he was suddenly there, right in front of you, holding out your cup.
âYou left thisâthought you might want it.â
âThanks, Ram,â you said, reaching for the tumbler and as you took it from Ramiâs grip, his fingers brushed yours and when that old surge of electricity shivered through your skin, you knew you were fucked.
âWanna, uh, toast with me?â he asked, his eyes flicking up from the way they had been watching your lips move when you thanked him.
Shaking your head and unable to hide your smile, you said, âSureâbut you better have something good to say.â
âStill giving me shit.â
You laughed and kicked some sand over his toes. âShut up and toast already.â
Rami took a deep, dramatic breath and said, âTo the possibility of tomorrow. Or tonight. To the possibility of possibility.â
You giggled and raised your glass, and he clicked his own tumbler that someone must have handed off to him with yours.
âThat was a terrible toast.â
Rami swallowed his wine and grinned closing the distance between the two of you and wrapping you up in a strong hug.
Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were assaulted by memories of friendship, and your sometimes more than friendship, the memories crashing like the dimmed din of the ocean until you just let yourself go, let yourself get swept out to the sea that had always been Rami. Rami fucking Malek.
âI missed your smartass mouth,â he said as he kissed your jaw near your ear and released you from his grip.
âI missed how expensive you smell.â
âYou used to tell me that when I was buyinâ shit that was like 30 bucks a bottle.â
âItâs just the magic of you, I guess,â you grinned as you reached up and tweaked his chin.
âIâm not magicâIâm not even sure what the fuck I am anymore,â Rami said through a smile, his eyes containing more seriousness than you were prepared for. Â
âOh, now thatâs deep,â you said, your brows furrowing with slight concern, but your voice still holding a teasing lilt. âDonât go all tortured artist on me now. Surely you didnât come out tonight to muse about your life?â
Rami was quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his cup before he said, âI came out to see you.â
You groaned and closed your eyes for a second before replying, âScratch that, Alex. Iâll take Tortured Artist for 300.â
Rami laughed quietly, âI meant it when I saidââ
âRami?! Dude! Thought you were Sam! How the fuck they hangin, man?â
Saved again, you returned to the comfort of your blanket, but pulled it away from the fire and out of the light of one of the tiki torches. You flopped down onto your back, your heels dug comfortably into the sand as you enjoyed the cool breeze that wafted up from the ocean instead of the intense heat of the bonfire.
âRamiâs here!â your best friend announced as she landed next to you, flecks of sand pinging against your arm.
âI know.â
âYou talked to him?â
âHe talked to me.â
âHe talked to you?â
You chuckled. âYes, sweet drunk. He talked to me. Said he missed me.â
Your best friend launched herself half on top of you, her eyes looking ginormous as they peered into yours, the wine from her breath wafting over your face as she faux whispered, âOh my fucking GOD.â
You reached up, laughing, and squished her cheeks as you said, âI KNOW!â
âTell him. Tell him how you feeoophâ"
âFinish that sentence and Iâm garnishing my wine glass with your lips.â
She licked your fingers and you released her as she countered, âSânot a glass. Itâs plastic.
You looked at each other and laughed, her rolling away to lay on her back next to you again for all of 30 seconds before another song came on that she liked.
In a stumbling flash, she was up and gone and your field of vision was once again unimpaired as you looked up at the night sky.
âTryinâ to hide from me?â Rami asked as he sat down.
âYou found me, so Iâm not doing a very good job.â
Without looking, you could tell that Ramiâs face fell by his tone when he said, âIâm sorry. I have no right to impose myself on you.â
Before he could get up, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.
âDonât go.â
âYou sure?â
You looked over at him and gave him a sweet smile.
âIâm sure. Besides, one of our pals is sure to interrupt us.â
Rami snorted, âYeah. Lookinâ for Sami.â
âBy the way, where is he?â
âNot you too,â Rami groaned as he laid on his back, mimicking your position with his knees bent and heels dug into the sand.
âFine. Donât answer. Shall we just dive right into your existential crisis?â
âI hate you,â Rami deadpanned.
âYou brought it up by saying what the fuck even is my life earlier . . .â
âSami is out with his new girlfriend. Didnât bring her because she doesnât like the beach.â
You sat up on your elbows and looked over at Rami. His eyes were closed, his wine cup nestled into the sand near his hand.
âShe doesnât like . . . the beach? Thatâll last,â you finished with a snort.
He chuckled. âHavenât met her yet, but Iâm not feelinâ her. I think heâs still hung up on Annalise.â
âWho is here tonight, loving the beach . . . and that Pauly-D lookinâ guy she brought.â
âI texted him that as soon as I got here.â
âSnitch.â
Rami opened his eyes and twisted his head to look up at you.
âWhat? Youâve always been a snitch. And the two of you have always had the worst taste in women.â
Now Rami sat straight up and turned to face you, his face now hidden in shadow thanks to your distance from the fire. However, people seemed to have forgotten about you, so it didnât look like you were going to be interrupted again.
âLike youâve had better luck.â
âKeepinâ tabs on me?â
Rami shifted and you were able to see his face again, his eyes lit up with his desire to tease you.
âAnd if I am?â
âIâd really love to know why.â
Rami bit his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it.
âIâd rather show you why.â
Your heart dropped into your stomach as you looked over at him, the night suddenly too hot again despite your distance from the bonfire.
His eyes held yours, more effective than any venom that could cause paralysis.
Your tongue wet your lips, seemingly of its own accord, and that was all the invitation Rami needed before he leaned over and kissed you, his warm hand sliding around the back of your head.
His lips were a little chapped, but when your tongue met the warm, wet, softness of his, desire replaced every conflicting emotion that had run amok in your mind that evening.
You pulled Rami closer as you laid flat on your back and he shifted, his body half covering yours as he explored your mouth.
When the kiss ended, you knew things would never be the same between you again. This was itâthis was the moment when your relationship chose a side. No more straddling. No more giving, then taking back.
âRami. Iââ
âShh. Just listen,â he interrupted, leaning up on his arm so he could look down at you. âNo matter what happens to me, my first instinct is to talk to you. I just wanna hear your voice. I find myself living with you in my mind as this eternal figure of response. I always wonder what you would think about something. And I think thatâs whatâs happened in my past relationshipsâno matter who Iâm with, the only voice I wanna hear is yours.â
You searched his face and were overwhelmed by the vulnerability you found written on it after his confession. For this single moment, you held the power to accept him or to reject him.
âThank god youâve finally pulled your head out of your ass to realize that whatâs best for you has been right in front of your stupidcute nose this entire time.â
âIn front of my stupidcute nose, huh?â Rami said, his face transformed by your acceptance.
âYeah. I said it.â
âWanna get out of here? Go someplace and talk?â
âI do,â you answered. âBut first I really wanna make out with you.â
Rami laughed, a deep rumbling that sounded low in his throat and chest.
âWhatever you want, Y/N. Iâm gonna do my fucking best to make sure you have it.â
Grinning, you pulled him into a kiss.
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