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Moon 72 - Yearning
(long time no see)
#sorry for like nooooo uploads im. i. motivation Gone. butâŠ#i must persist⊠i must⊠auugrhr#if i timeskip again im so sorry#these next few moons are gonna just be filler#and i like the downtime dedicated to character development#but with my motivation in the fuckin drain it just kind of sucks when nothing exciting is happening#idk i dont wanna draw them hanging out for the 6th time im bored đ sorey#askblog#clangen#clangen challenge#warrior cats#my art#coyotekit#crest
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taking away all your pain
list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist previous chapter --- next chapter pairing:Â Spencer Reid x Elle Greenaway summary:Â Elle and Spencer continue their friends with benefits affair. warnings: addiction, drugs, smut, angst, phone sex, mention of injury, nightmares, ptsd, time jumps (s3/s5) words:Â 4k a/n: Kind of a filler chapter. Iâm not gonna lie, I was struggling a bit. I know where I want to go with the story, but Iâm unsure about the road there. Also, I wrote the smut while at church on a job. Do with that information what you want.
Spencer knocked on Elle's door, his heart drumming in his chest with anticipation.Â
It had been a few weeks since he had seen her, and as luck would have it, the team had a case in California. He told them heâd visit his mom, since Vegas was not far away, and assured them heâd be back next week. It was the truth, but before he went to Vegas, he stopped by San Diego to see Elle.
He took a taxi to a street not quite in the center of the city but also not in the suburbs. Her location was pretty good - convenient and unassuming. She lived in a small one-floor apartment in a building complex. The walls were probably painted an off-white shade originally, but they now seemed covered in dirt and grime. He had to take an outdoor flight of stairs to reach the second floor where she lived.
When Elle opened the door, she greeted him with a warm smile and stepped aside to let him in.
âMissed you,â Spencer whispered as he stepped in, his lips brushing against her ear.
âMissed you too,â Elle replied, pulling his face down to grant him a deep kiss that silenced any further conversation.
Their time together was always like this â intense and consuming.Â
They spent the nights lost in each other, bodies entwined. If they were lucky enough to spend more time together, the mornings were no different.Â
Most of their time was spent in bed, sometimes on the couch or in the shower, always together, always naked. For a few precious hours, they shut out reality.Â
All that was left were their moans filling the room, the mingling scent of their bodies, the warmth of their breath on each other's skin, the sweat dampening their flesh, and the rhythmic thrum of their hearts, beating just a bit faster than when they were apart.
Eventually, they drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally overtaking them.Â
But Spencer's rest was restless.Â
He woke up, heart pounding, drenched in sweat from a nightmare he couldn't quite remember. Disoriented, he glanced at the clock. He had been asleep for maybe an hour.
Elle was not beside him.Â
He reached out to the empty space where she should have been, the sheets cool to the touch. Concerned, he got up and moved quietly through the apartment. He found her in the living room, sitting on the couch, staring at the wall.
"Elle?" he called softly, not wanting to startle her.
She didn't turn immediately but eventually looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were distant, lost in some thought.
"Hey," he said gently, moving closer. "You okay?"
She studied him for a moment before responding, her gaze softening slightly. "Are you okay? Youâre drenched in sweat."
"I just had a nightmare. The usual," he admitted, running a hand through his damp hair. "Can't sleep?"
Elle paused for a second, her brow furrowing slightly. "Yeah."
"Something going on?" Spencer pressed, his concern deepening as he took in her troubled expression.
"No, just can't sleep," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced toward the window, where the silver glow of the full moon spilled into the room. "I think it's the moon. It's full tonight."
Spencer sat down next to her, the couch cushions shifting under his weight. "You know, there's a lot of stuff about the full moon affecting people," he began, his voice a mix of curiosity and distraction.Â
"Some say it messes with our sleep cycles, makes us more restless. There are all these studies about how more accidents happen during a full moon, more hospital admissions, even more births. It's like the moon pulls at us, just like it pulls at the tides."
Elle turned to look at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips despite her lingering unease. "Have you ever considered you might know too much?"
"Maybe I've read too much," he chuckled softly, the sound a welcome break in the quiet room. "But it's fascinating, right? How something so far away can have such an impact on us. Maybe itâs just folklore or maybe there's some truth to it. I mean, people have believed in the moon's power for centuries. Thereâs something... beautiful about it."
She nodded, her eyes reflecting the moonlight as she listened. "Yeah, I guess there is."
He reached out, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining. "Wanna talk about it?"
Elle squeezed his hand gently, her grip warm but trembling slightly. "About what?"
Her eyes were distant, as if she were searching for words to make sense of the chaos swirling in her mind.Â
The memories from her past were like dark, shadowy specters, vivid and relentless. Each time she closed her eyes, the scenes replayed with haunting clarity: the sounds, the faces, the overwhelming sense of fear.Â
The nightmares weren't just dreams; they were jagged fragments of her past, cutting through her waking hours and leaving her feeling⊠exposed and raw.
She struggled to maintain her composure, her heart racing as she tried to push away the images that refused to fade.Â
The night seemed endless, the full moon casting eerie shadows that only intensified her feelings of unease. Her trauma felt like cold fingers gripping her mind, trapping her in a cycle of anxiety she couldnât escape.
Despite the constant state of anxiety, Elle rarely mentioned her struggles to Spencer.Â
When he visited, their time together was so limited that she preferred to avoid discussing any of the painful realities of her life.Â
She wanted to handle herself by herself.Â
She wanted to manage her demons without burdening him.Â
She wanted to keep herself together and through it on her own.Â
Yet, sitting with him, in the moonlit room, struggling to keep her fear at bay, she was thankful.Â
For him.Â
Being here.Â
âI just canât sleep,â Elle said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The effort to keep her tone steady was almost more than she could manage.Â
âI missed you,â she added, her voice soft and filled with a genuine, aching sincerity. She looked up at him, her eyes full of longing. âJust... having you here⊠Iâm glad youâre here.â
Spencer's gaze was gentle and understanding, but he didnât press for more. Instead, he simply wrapped his arm around her, offering silent comfort as they sat together in the moonlit quiet.Â
The room was still, save for the soft rustle of the night, and peace that helped to soothe the tumult within her.
âI missed you too,â Spencer whispered. âAnd Iâm glad Iâm hereâ
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Spencer had been wrestling with a relentless craving for Dilaudid for weeks now.Â
He had been clean for a while, but the memory of a young face - pale and lifeless - haunted him, a constant reminder of his inability to save everyone. The image replayed in his mind like a cruel loop, each repetition feeding his desperation and dragging him deeper into the threat of his addiction.
The nights were a constant battleground of conflicting desires.Â
He wanted to escape the guilt and frustration that gnawed at him, to numb the pain and the sense of failure that clung to him. The pull of the drug was strong, a powerful force that promised a temporary reprieve from the agony of his thoughts.Â
But he knew all too well how fleeting that relief would be, how quickly it would turn into shackles around his soul.
In an effort to manage the growing urge, Spencer had started attending Beltway Clean Cops meetings.Â
The idea was to surround himself with others who understood the struggles of working in law enforcement while battling addiction. He hoped this would help. That hearing their stories, sharing his own, and being with those who walked a similar path might provide some solace, or at least distract him from the cravings that plagued him.
As he stood outside the meeting room, the dim light from the corridor flickered in his tired eyes. The walls seemed to close in on him, the weight of his dilemma pressing heavily on his chest.Â
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Elleâs number.Â
His finger hovered over the call button, hesitating. They were just friends, who had sex sometimes, but still just friends. And he wasnât sure what calling her would achieve.Â
What could she do from California to help him in this moment of crisis?Â
Thereâs nothing she could do.Â
With a frustrated sigh, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and took a deep breath.Â
The meeting was about to start. He squared his shoulders and walked through the door.
As he took his seat, he tried to push away the gnawing need for relief, focusing instead on the faces around him and the hope that, perhaps, here he might find a small piece of peace.
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Spencerâs visits to Elle had followed a familiar rhythm for years now. Every few weeks or months, he would show up and their time together would be a whirlwind of intensity - passionate nights spent together, their bodies intertwined, and then the inevitable departure.Â
No strings attached, just moments of escape and solace amidst the chaos of their lives. They kept in touch through calls and texts, but their relationship remained defined by the brief, intense nights they shared.
However, the routine was interrupted one day when Spencer was shot. The incident happened right before he was scheduled to visit Elle.Â
The pain was acute, and the hospital room was a stark contrast to the comfort of Elleâs presence he had been looking forward to for weeks.
Sitting in the sterile room, he shifted uncomfortably. His leg, immobilized and propped up, ached with every shift.Â
Morgan had accompanied him but had stepped away for a while to handle some personal matters on the phone. The hospital room was too quiet, filled with the distant hum of medical machinery and the occasional footstep echoing in the hallway.
Spencer took out his phone, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on him. He dialed Elleâs number, his heart pounding with a mix of pain and anxiety.Â
âHey,â Spencer said when Elle answered, his voice strained and weary. He leaned back against the hospital bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. âI... I wanted to let you know that I wonât be able to come over for a while. We have to cancel next week, and Iâm not sure when I'll be able to see you.â
âWhat happened?ïżœïżœ Elleâs voice was sharp with concern, the worry instantly evident.
Spencer hesitated, his hand trembling slightly as he rubbed his forehead. âOh, nothing really.â
âSpencerâŠâ
With a deep sigh, he finally admitted, âI got shot.â
Elleâs response was immediate, her concern palpable even through the phone. âOh my God, Spencer! Are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â he reassured her, though his voice betrayed his discomfort. He shifted slightly, wincing as pain shot through his leg. âItâs pretty bad, though. Itâs my knee. I canât walk right now. Iâm sorry, I just wanted to let you know.â
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and Spencer could almost hear the worry in her breath. He pictured her biting her lip, a crease forming between her brows. âAre you sure thereâs nothing I can do? I could come and help you.â
âNo,â Spencer said gently, trying to inject some firmness into his voice. âYou have a new job. You should focus on that. Iâll be okay.â
He heard her sigh, the reluctance clear in her voice. âOkay. But call me if you need anything, alright?â
âWill do. Thanks, Elle.â He hung up, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.
âEverything alright?â Morgan asked, his tone casual as he suddenly appeared in the doorway. Spencer quickly put his phone away, trying to compose himself.
âYeah,â Spencer said, forcing a smile. âJust called the facility where my momâs staying. Had to let her know I couldnât visit.â
Morganâs eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and concern. âYou know, youâre always visiting your mom. Itâs like a regular thing with you. How often do you see her?â
Spencer chuckled softly, the sound mingling with his discomfort. He shifted again, trying to ease the pain. âMore often than Iâd like to admit. Sheâs been having a rough time, and it helps to check in.â
Morgan raised an eyebrow, sympathy evident in his gaze. âIâm sorry. Iâm sure youâll be able to visit soon.â
âIâm not so sure about that,â Spencer said, glancing down at his injured knee, the bandages stark against his skin. He sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
When Spencer finally made it back home, the journey from the hospital to his apartment felt like a marathon despite the short distance.Â
The cast on his leg was bulky and cumbersome, propped up on a stack of pillows on the couch. He sank into the cushions with a sigh, the discomfort of his injury mingling with the exhaustion of his ordeal.
As he settled in, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Elle.Â
Are you home already?
He tapped out a quick reply, his fingers clumsy and slow due to the pain.Â
Yes, just got in. Itâs good to be back.
Almost immediately, his phone rang. Elleâs name appeared on the screen. He answered, a mix of relief and longing filling him.Â
âHey,â Spencer said, trying to sound as casual as possible, though his voice was soft and strained.
âHey,â Elle responded, her voice warm and soothing. âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter now that Iâm home,â Spencer said, glancing down at his cast. âItâs frustrating, but Iâm managing. I miss you.â
There was a pause on the other end, and Spencer could almost feel her presence through the silence. âI miss you too,â Elle said softly. âand since youâre stuck at home, and Iâm miles away, how about we do something a little different tonight?â
âWhat do you mean?â Spencer asked, his curiosity piqued yet laced with confusion.
Elleâs voice dropped to a more intimate whisper, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. âIâm pretty sure you can figure it out, Doctor.â
Spencer's mind raced, trying to decipher her words and the sultry tone she used. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, unsure how to respond. âI... I donât know what to say to that.â
âWhat are you wearing?â Elle asked, her voice taking on a teasing edge.
Spencer glanced down at his clothes, feeling slightly self-conscious. âUmm... a button-up shirt and a vest. And just a pair of pants.â
âMhm... sexy,â Elle purred.
âThanks?â Spencer replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
âAren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing?â Elle's voice was playful, almost daring.
âOh, right, sorry. What are you wearing?â
âGuess!â she challenged, her voice light with mischief.
âUmm, well, you usually wear some pants, dark ones, and a shirt,â Spencer ventured, trying to picture her usual attire.
âThatâs it?â she teased.
âWell, you obviously also have underwear on, and a jacket when itâs colder,â he added, feeling a bit out of his depth.
âSpencer...â Elle's voice was a blend of amusement and exasperation, a teasing lilt that sent a shiver down his spine.
âWhat?â Spencer's confusion was evident, his brow furrowing as he tried to grasp the situation.
âIâm trying to have phone sex with you.â Her tone was both playful and serious, the words dripping with desire.
âOh...â Spencer's eyes widened in realization, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He felt a mix of surprise and excitement, his body responding to her suggestive words.
âIf you want to, of course.â
âYes!â he blurted out, then quickly felt a rush of embarrassment at how eager he sounded. âUmm... yes. Yes, I would like that very much. I just... umm... I've never done that before,â he added, his voice dropping to a shy whisper.
âThatâs okay. Just do what I say and what feels good,â Elle reassured him, her voice soothing and seductive.
âOkay,â Spencer agreed, his heart pounding in his chest.
âSooo... back to what I'm wearing. Youâre actually extremely wrong, Doctor Reid. Must be a first for you, sorry. Iâm in my bed, under the covers, with absolutely nothing on. Nude. Naked. Alone. Thinking about you. Imagining youâre here, next to me, trying to remember how you feel.â
Spencer's breath caught in his lungs. He saw her so clearly in his mind, every detail, every curve and shape. His pulse quickened, and he felt a warmth spread through him.
âIf you were here, I would help you feel so much better. That leg must hurt,â Elle continued, her voice a soft caress.
âIt does,â Spencer admitted, though he would never tell Elle just how much pain he was actually in. He had refused to take any narcotics to help with the pain, determined to endure it. He wanted to tell her everything, but it felt like too much, even for him.
âI think I can help with that,â Elle said softly, her voice filled with promise.
Spencer took a shaky breath, trying to calm the fluttering in his chest. âHow?â he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
âClose your eyes,â Elle instructed gently. âImagine Iâm there with you, next to you. My fingers are trailing down your arm, touching you softly, making you forget all the pain.â
Spencer closed his eyes, following her words. He could almost feel her touch, light and teasing, sending shivers down his spine. âI can feel it,â he murmured.
âGood,â Elle responded, her voice a soothing balm. âNow imagine my lips, brushing against your neck, whispering how much I want you, how much I need you.â
A soft sigh escaped Spencerâs lips. He could almost hear her breath, warm and tantalizing against his skin. âElle...â he breathed.
âYes, Spencer?â she prompted, her voice husky and filled with longing.
âI need you,â he confessed, his voice trembling with desire.
âIâm right here,â she whispered. âImagine my hands moving down your chest, slowly undoing each button of your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips.â
Spencerâs hand moved unconsciously to his chest, his fingers mimicking the actions she described. He could almost feel the gentle pressure of her hands, the heat of her touch. âIt feels so real,â he said, his voice thick with emotion.
âIâm glad,â Elle replied, her voice filled with affection. âNow, imagine Iâm kissing you, my lips soft and eager against yours, just as always, tasting you, savoring you..â
Spencerâs lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as he lost himself in the fantasy. He could almost taste her, sweet and intoxicating.
âCan you feel me, Spencer?â Elleâs voice was a seductive whisper, wrapping around him like a warm blanket.
âYes,â he replied, his voice barely audible. âI can feel you.â
âI want you to touch yourself,â she instructed softly. âPretend itâs me, making you feel good, taking away all your pain.â
Spencerâs hand trembled as it moved down his body, his breath coming in short gasps as he put his hand under his underwear and touched his already hard cock.
He followed her words, his mind filled with images of her, her touch, her scent, her everything. âElle,â he whispered, his voice filled with longing.
âIâm here,â she reassured him, her voice a soothing presence. âIâm always here.â
He squeezed himself more urgently, his body reacting to the vivid imagery and her soothing words. The pain in his leg seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. âI need you so much,â he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.
âI know,â Elle whispered. âAnd I need you too. Imagine me there with you, taking care of you, making you feel better.â
Spencerâs breath hitched, his body shuddering with the intensity of his feelings. He could almost feel her presence, her warmth, her love. âElle, I...â he started, but his voice trailed off, lost in the overwhelming sensations.
He could so clearly see her delicate, slender hand, smaller than his own, stroking him slowly, teasing his tip and smearing the precum.Â
She always snuggled close, her lips trailing soft kisses along his skin.Â
Her body intertwined with his, moving in perfect harmony as if she knew exactly what he needed. She knew precisely how to touch him, how to drive him to the edge of insanity while giving him everything he craved.
âNow, let go,â she whispered, her voice a soft command. âCum for me handsome,â
Spencerâs body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. With a final, shuddering breath, he let go, his body releasing all the pent-up tension and pain. He lay back, spent and exhausted, his heart racing. He was silent for a while overwhelmed by both pleasure and the pain.
âAre you okay?â Elle asked, her voice filled with concern and love.
âYeah,â Spencer replied, his voice weak but content. âThank you, Elle. You are... incredible.â
âAnytime, Doctor,â she replied with a soft laugh. âGet some rest. Iâll be here when you need me.â
âUh, Elle, wait!â Spencer's voice trembled with urgency.
âYeah?â Elle's response was cool, almost detached, her tone a stark contrast to the warmth he once knew.
âHow are you holding up?â Spencer asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
âIâm fine,â Elle replied curtly, her tone not matching her words.
âHowâs work?â Spencer prodded gently, hoping to draw her out.
âI actually recently changed it. Again.â Elle admitted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.
âReally? Why?â Spencer knew Elle had been exploring various career paths over the past few years, from working with the government or law enforcement as a consultant to aiding victims of sex crimes. His curiosity was piqued.
âI... got fired,â Elle confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
âWhy?â Spencerâs concern deepened.Â
âI just did, Reid. It happens,â she replied, trying to brush it off nonchalantly.
âYeah, I know, but why would they fire you? With your experience?â Spencer pressed, bewildered.
âI might have not really... been there,â Elle muttered, her voice faltering.
âWhat do you mean?â Spencer asked, confusion lacing his words.
âReid... it doesnât matter. Things like that happen, Iâm fine,â Elle insisted, her tone growing defensive.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Spencerâs voice was tinged with hurt, the sting of her omission clear.
âI didnât want to bother you, Reid. Itâs none of your business,â Elle snapped back, her frustration bubbling to the surface, sharp and cutting.
âNone of my business? Elle, we talk almost every day. How can you say that?â Spencerâs voice rose, incredulous and wounded.
âBecause itâs true!â Elle shouted, the tension in her voice unmistakable. âWeâre just friends with benefits, remember? We donât owe each other anything.â
Spencer was left speechless, his mind reeling. He finally managed, âI just care and...â
âWell, maybe you should stop caring this much. Anyway⊠I have to go. Bye, Spencer.â Elleâs words were cold and final, the call ending with a click that seemed to echo in the stillness of the moment.
Spencer stared at his phone. He felt a mix of anger, confusion, and a deep sadness settle in his chest.Â
His mind raced, replaying the conversation over and over, trying to understand where things had gone wrong. He just wanted to reach out, ask how sheâs doing.
Elleâs words had left him paralyzed, each syllable she spoke a nail pinning him down.
His heart pounded in his chest, the ache spreading through his body like a slow poison.Â
Questions swirled in his mind: What had he done to deserve such coldness? Did he say something wrong? The room around him felt darker, phone still clutched in his hand.
After that day he tried calling but Elle stopped picking up his phone calls.Â
#why don't you come over#spencelle#elle greenaway#spencer reid x elle greenaway#reid x greenaway#doctor spencer reid#spencer reid smut#elle greenaway smut#sub!spencer#sub spencer reid#dom elle greenaway#spencer reid phone sex
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So, I....I just watched Full Moon, and....honestly....I'm not as shocked as I probably should be, cuz....I called it. MONTHS AGO, I called it. Like, as SOON as Stolas got the crystal, I called it. I knew exactly how the exchange would go. There were some cutting lines I didn't plan for, so it still hurt, but.....I'm not surprised. This is the kind of person Blitzo is, and this finally hitting him at the last second should hopefully be the wake up call he needs to start....getting over himself.
I-I still wanna do a big review of this episode like I've done with the rest of the season, but I'm still spending a lotta writing energy on my fic, so I dunno when I'm gonna spare the time. Maybe after I've rewatched a few times. I definitely wanna do it before next episode drops next month.
For now, uhhhh....sh-short review: THANK GOD the cherubs became relevant again so their debut episode wasn't completely pointless filler, Collin must be protected at all costs, D.H.O.R.K.S continue to be massive weebs, I LOVED seeing Moxxie again even if he wasn't the focus, Loona taking charge was a treat, more Blitzo and Fizz friendship was a treat, and uh....wh-what else....the song was funny, and did you know this is the first song Blitzo has been in all series? Crazy...Uh, overall, I didn't see the cherubs having THIS much screentime coming, cuz I was expecting this episode to be almost nonstop Stolitz from what was shown in the trailer....What's the episode the other Goetias gonna be in, then? I thought it was gonna be this one...
Overall, solid episode, but....sadly, nothing too surprising. I would've loved it if my expectations were subverted and we got something happier, but blegh....not gonna happen yet. At the very least, the trailer promises us that they're gonna be seeing each other again soon, so it's far from over for them...
God, I remember when I didn't care for Stolitz....seems like so long ago now....Nowadays, yeah they're a mess, but they're one of the most compelling romances I've ever seen, partly BECAUSE of how frustrating they can be, pffff....I can't look away from these two love-starved dorks....
I missed this show. That's enough for me to celebrate. <3
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Warrior cats, a starless clan, book 5, wind review.
As always , spoilers for the series and for this book
Review down below
So I had to read it twice because the first time I read it I was in a bad mood and I was stressed out over things at the time so it kinda went blank one, through one ear (or eye because i don't use audiobooks) and out the other
So I re read it and looked at other reviews to fully grasp what was happened
I mean your gonna have to read this book to know that's going on in the 6th book but it's a lot of Filler so I'll give you the rundown of what happens first before stating my personal opinions on the book itself
Alrighty let's get this overwith..
* cracks open a pepsi*
So the book starts with Frostpaw going to the gathering to announce splashtail is a murderer and he shouldn't be riverclans leader and starclan told her it wasn't gonna end well
In previous books her visions weren't true until she actually started getting real vision from starclan And she had admitted her visions at first weren't true before she got real visions so the other four clans don't believe her when she mentions starclan speaking to her
Which is frustrating for the reader knowing Frostpaw is telling the truth.
So they call her a liar and splashtail exiles her from Riverclan for speaking against him, so tigerstar the 2nd let's her stay in his clan and the park cats that Frostpaw brought with her stay in thunderclan
Tigerstar the next day starts a clan meeting where he wants the cats to tell him their grievances, frostpaw speaks up at the meeting telling him that her clan suffered the most from him showing up and taking control, which makes the other cats speak up, afterwards he tells her that he was nice enough to let her stay but she tells him it was her clan who suffered and not his where he respects her for being strong and speaking her mind and afterwards she asks if she can sneak off to Riverclan tigerstar 2 tells her she can but she can't bring his warriors with her.
She accepts this than spies on the Riverclan camp where splashtail is doing battle training and finds out he hasn't gotten his nine lives yet, Mothwing catches her but doesn't say anything and goes to a spot away from the clan where they talk about how splashtail is running the clan. Mothwing admitting she doesn't like how his rule is going and when they talk about him getting his 9 lives Frostpaw gives the idea that hes gonna push it off until the other cats just accept it. Which scares Mothwing about starclan abandoning Riverclan making them 'a starless clan' as the title implies
So in sunbeams pov a few chapters later sunbeam and nightheart see a windclan patrol and breezepelt tells her that he saw berryheart and the other two near the windclan border and that berryheart looked bad which worries sunbeam. So she asks her leader, squirrelstar, if she can see if her family is okay, squirrelstar allows her but don't get caught.
Meanwhile on the half moon medicine cat meeting, frostpaw goes with shadowsight and puddleshine to the moonpool where the other cats question if she should stay but overall lets her stay podlight and mothwing show up and theirs a short argument between Frostpaw and podlight over whos the true medicine cat and podlight admits that splashtail hasn't been taken to the moonpool to revive his lives, to the dismay of the others But it ends shortly so they can visit starclan at the moonpool.
Frostpaw sees a vision of a shadow looming over the lake and the water draining which implies that splashtail is going to destroy Riverclan to the reader, but in-universe skyclan and Riverclan and windclan med cats dismiss this vision as Frostpaw is the reason for the destruction, where the other medicine cats take it seriously and say " if it was fake why would she make herself the shadow in Riverclan" (not the graphic novel)
Sunbeam visits her mom and sees she got a nasty cut on some glass and it's getting infected and later when she gets back nightheart is keeping watch for the medicine cats while sunbeam is getting herbs to help her mom. When alderheart and Jayfeather come back sunbeam tells him to stall them, where nightheart asks them about Frostpaw, which makes the med cats and him talk about the vision she got with squirrelstar, so squirrelstar and nightheart go to shadowclan
They talk about the vision and what Frostpaw saw while spying on Riverclan which makes them worried about where this was going
The next few chapters Frostpaw and puddleshine hide in a bush at the moonpool to see if splashtail went to the nine lives ceremony, he comes with podlight and they mock the ceremony unknowingly in front of the two med cats. Splashtail saying " if we see reedwhisker again I could kill him a second time" while the two mock the ceramony with no intention of actually doing it riverstar jumps out of the moonpool over the two toms and looks at frostpaw and puddleshine
The two toms joking about the ceremony don't notice him at all even as he jumped over their heads, while Frostpaw and puddleshine see him clearly and know that podlight is a fake medicine cat.
The next chapter ( I think) sunbeam gives the herbs to her mom and berryheart refuses, so sunbeams dad and brother say they'll put it in her prey to make her eat it. Sunbeams brother telling her she will need a medicine cat soon to prevent her from dying as her wound has gotten worse. Sunbeam makes a plan to get her mom to Jayfeather and alderheart in 3 days
But she gets caught by a windclan patrol as she goes home and has to stay in their camp for the night and so the next day squirrelstar is about to punish her before tigerstar 2 shows up and tells them about what frostpaw and puddleshine saw and squirrelstar wants to wait until they have windclans side because leafstar refused to hear tigerstar 2 and the med cats out
After tigerstar 2 and the shadowclan patrol leaves squirrelstar punishes sunbeam by not allowing her out of camp and to do apprentice duties. Which Sunbeam is upset knowing she can't help her mom get to a med cat in 3 days like she promised her brother she would
So 3 days later she asks nightheart if he could help them and he does but they didn't show up, nightheart says something like" it's probably because it's me" because y'know berryheart is a Karen who hates the fact her daughter loves nightheart a thunderclan cat while her daughter was shadowclan and shes bitter because she's a Karen
So anyways harestar( windclan ) says they'll think on their decision and when the gathering comes Frostpaw calls out how he mocked starclan at the 9 lives ceramony and splashtail ignored her and calls her a liar, where tigerstar 2 calls it out as well and they ask what harestars decision is and he's on splashtails side which crushes Frostpaw, and after the gathering two riverclan cats on Frostpaws side tell her they plan on turning more cats against splashtail which gives her hope.
And waffle becomes a thunderclan apprentice and becomes wafflepaw along with bristlekit, greykit and stem kit getting their apprentice names.
That night Frostpaw has a vision that a tree is going to crush the windclan nursery so she starts to go to windclan
Sunbeam is finally able to leave the camp again and is hunting with her patrol when a storm starts to come, they go into a bush and see frostpaw going through the territory she tells them she has to go to windclan and leaves to go to the border soon after going into the bush for shelter.
The patrol come back to the camp and Sunbeam and nightheart are working on securing the elders den putting branches up to help the elders from being cold.
Meanwhile Frostpaw sees a windclan patrol and tells them she needs to see kestrelflight the cats constantly shrug her off rudely until she tells them her vision of the windclan nursery getting crushed from a tree, since they don't have trees nearby they basically call her stupid but bring the med cat so she'll leave. Kestrelflight shrugs her vision off too, and Frostpaw instead of going back to shadowclan runs to thunderclan where she tells squirrelstar about her vision and gets help from nightheart and sunbeam
As they run to windclan lightning strikes a tree and a large chunk it it starts flying towards windclan and then crushes the nursery, whistlepaw trying to get in to save her sister leafkit with some work Frostpaw gets whistlepaw to get out and she does and has wounds.
They move enough branches for Sunbeam to get in and she rescues leafkit and gets her back to her mom unscathed
After a while of helping in the medicine den, kestrelflight apologies for how she acted to Frostpaw and forgives whistlepaw for lying to the clan that Frostpaw died seeing now why she did it And harestar finally believes Frostpaw has real visions and is the true medicine cat for Riverclan.
The day after they get back to their clans tigerstar talks to squirrelstar about the recent news with windclan and how they can't fight unless Riverclan takes action and Frostpaw plans to spy on them so nightheart and sunbeam offer to join her which she accepts
And wafflepaw tells nightheart how he let wasp go to Riverclan and the cats are freaking out, until Riverclan rudely gives back wasp and threatens them with violence if they catch another cat spying and wasp decides to go back to the park
So Frostpaw, Sunbeam and nightheart have to be careful to not get caught so they go the path through windclan and spy on Riverclan
Splashtail having cats use their claws on each other and it turns out mothwing, icewing and duskfur left Riverclan after they stood up against him and splashtail wants to kill them. Harelight asks him if he's being too harsh and splashtail kills him in front of their clanmates. Turns out berryheart joined Riverclan and splashtail makes her their deputy To the spying cats horror.
So now Frostpaw has to find the 3 missing cats before splashtail kills them too
And that's how the book ends
Actual review
So I kinda find it funny how berryheart is becoming the very thing she swore to destroy. And her being so hateful to other clans caused her to also want to be hateful to shadowclan. She's literally " you either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain"
I forgot to mention but in the prologue splashtail says in his inner dialogue that he won't get his 9 lives because he thinks he shouldn't have starclans blessing, I think that will make him easier to get rid of than he thinks
And I doubt berryheart is going to become leader next book I think she's gonna die before she even thinks about it
So you know how curlfeather died to save frostpaw
Well I think berryheart gonna die saving Sunbeam
Remember how In the broken code bristlefrost saved rootspring from drowning and how at the end she died saving shadowsight?
And about who's gonna be riverclans leader, either mothwing, Frostpaw or bee.
Mothwing is My least favorite choice because she's cannonically an atheist and how she feels happy to be a medicine cat I feel like it would ruin her character
In thunder bee had visions about being near a bunch of cats they didn't recognize and perhaps that means he will be leader to Riverclan
And Frostpaw becoming leader sounds like a stretch but perhaps bee comes to Riverclan after berryheart and splashtail are dead and makes Frostpaw the leader without her needing a warrior name Because riverstar seems to have been giving her lessons on being a leader, and she seems much more like a leader as the books have gone on. The only issue is if she is going to become leader, who will she meet at the 9 lives ceramony? Not a lot of people in her life has died for it to make up 9 cats.
I guess we'll just have to wait till November when the book comes out
The only issue here is that the book feels frustrating knowing that Frostpaw is right and that the cats who are on splashtails side are wrong. It's a little frustrating to read and it makes you feel like these cats are stupid despite the fact it makes sense considering she acknowledged she used to have fake visions.
Of course they wouldn't believe her but it's still frustrating
And leafstar uncharacteristically is on splashtails side, despite often being on the side of the good Guys, I get it they needed conflict but idk.. I hope next book she realizes splashtail is the bad guy because jeez this isn't in character leafstar..
That's it bye..
#warrior cats#warrior cats wind#warrior cats review#warrior cats sunbeam#warrior cats squirrelstar#warrior cats tigerstar 2#warrior cats nightheart#warrior cats frostpaw#warrior cats whistlepaw#warrior cats a starless clan#warrior cats book review#warrior cats books#god this was so frustrating to read#the fact i had to read it twice makes it more frustrating#but at least it was better than the last book a read..#bluestars prophecy was a miserable read
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I really enjoyed Clouds so far and was thinking how it could become even angstier, like, the boys continuing to have romantic dreams every night, waking up to cold reality every morning, yearning to live in that dream fantasy instead but also not because, like, it's not real which makes it hurt even more. Or even a chapter focused on Pax where she is the one having to wake up from her own dream, them all experiencing the same thing without even realizing.
But then it also popped into my mind that it would be some absolute foolishness if just deadass the next night after all of this drama they once again have a romantic dream but dialed up to 11 on the spice factor, then wake up once again when it's uh, about to get "good". Just the hilarity of it like "oh for fucks sake" upon waking up for the both of them just seems so fucking funny to me. I wonder if they'd just be tired from the last time or if it'd become a debacle even worse. Let's just hope it happens to Moon this time bc I don't think Sunny could handle a do-over on hard mode so soon after lmao (pun intended đ€Ą)
Welllll you arenât wrong that it does become a more common experience for ALL of them đ but your also fueling Ferals angst brain with this
Our next focus is still on the table but will honestly most likely be Moon since Eclipse hasnât been established or awakened at this point yet. But weâre gonna try not to do long ass comics again cuz it honestly killed Ferals brain and hand but who knows knowing her it might happen again lmao
Weâre just trying to flesh out this storyline as fluid and naturally as possible, so itâs going to be a combination of comics mainly from Feral, some meme or stupid comics in between as fillers and content and also some Drabbles
As of now I am working on a one-shot of Eclipses emergence but itâs still in the works so Iâm not to sure wether Iâll post it some time this week or in the next few but weâll still post other stuff
Canât leave yâall wanting when we have so much we want to do đ
#mods speaketh#mod sly#we have so much planned#and so much fleshed out as well#we just have to actually create it into content for yâall SKKFKF
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six: hair and makeup
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âHonestly,â our director, Chiba Airi started to speak, âYou guys are such a famous cast our pilot is just gonna be our first episode. I mean itâs so easy to draw in an audience because of you all.â She said, laughing. âThanks for making my job easier.â as if she isnât a famous director with some of the best movies made under her watchful eye.
âIf you checked your schedule, youâll see when youâll be needed for filming. Please come on time. We only need a few of the leads right now, Athena, thatâs you Kiyoko, and Akira, Oikawa. I believe just weâll start off with the younger versions of the twins and then continue from there. But first, everyone go to hair and makeup, then costumes. Make it quick everyone thereâs a lot to do today.â
So I walked over with Kiyoko and Yachi to get into our hair and makeup. The amount of sfx was insane. I was given a scar running down my eye, which now had a contact lens on it to make me seem half blind. My outfit was a baggy white button up with black slacks and a harness. They gave me a fake tattoo that looked like a moon on my back. (Free reign for what you want to do with your hair)
Yachi was given small double buns, they said it was to represent her character being seemingly innocent. Her character wore a red button up with a black vest and black pleated skirt. She has a sun tattoo on her neck to represent Soleil.
Kiyoko, being the leader of Lune had her hair half up and half down, in an elegant fashion (its a wig). She took the longest to get ready. (idrk how to explain her hair so heres a pic taken off of pinterest) Kiyokoâs outfit was a silver kimono and her makeup was geisha inspired. She had the same fake tattoo I did on her hand.
(i love kiyoko)
After we were done with hair and makeup, and we got into our costumes. I left the room and walked over to the boys, who looked relaxed on the couches. (They probably finished ages ago.)
Tooru had a very expensive black suit and turtleneck on (he said it came from his closet and he had a spare so he didnât mind using it for the show. Atsumu was so pissed.)
Atsumu was wearing a dark red button up with black slacks, the first few buttons of his shirt left undone showing the sun tattoo on his chest.
Sakusa was wearing a dark red button up with a harness and black slacks. His tattoo was on his back, not currently visible. They gave him a fake eyebrow piercing.
Osamu had a tight black button up and slacks, two small silver earrings on each ear. His sleeves were rolled up and you could see his moon tattoo on his forearm.
Suna was wearing a black wife beater and ripped black baggy jeans. He was given tattoos on his neck and his moon tattoo was on his upper arm.
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to make this easier for everyone (including myself)
soleil: Tooru/Akira, Yachi/Clementine, Atsumu/Liam, Sakusa/Touma
lune: Kiyoko/Athena, Venus/Ceres, Osamu/Leon, Suna/Kou
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sry sry kind of a filler chapter ikik
ty for reading anyways <3
also i gave the director a name LMAO shes completely fake like thats an oc and shes kind of unimportant but okay enough yapping
NOW WHAT DO THOSE TATTOOS LOOK LIKE THO
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canonically, how are each member of the batfam these days? I don't keep up with the comics because it's a mess and the characterization varies so much (especially Dami)
As of 8/2/2022
(spoilers ahead)
Bruce, Dick, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, Babs, and Selina all appeared in Batman #126, which just came out today. So far the storyline about piecing together the Penguin's lineage, including an introduction to two new members of the Cobblepot family. This specific issue did a good job of showcasing how the batfamily works together in an intense fight against Failsafe, however, the battle takes up a large chunk of the storyïżœïżœI give that part a 7/10 because Failsafe wasn't exactly the most compelling antagonist and the fight was a bit out of the blue. The focus also did lean more heavily on Dick than the other batkids. However, Selina's concurrent story with piecing together the Penguin's family made up for that as we uncover a new dimension to a long-time Batman villain. The expected release date for the next issue is September 6th, so hopefully they can clean it up a little then.
Jason appeared in Task Force Z #10 on July 26th. Jason and what remains of the team after the previous 9 issues are investigating Power Industries, where in a HUGE twist, they discover that Bane was Nobody the entire time (yes, the Nobody). The artwork fits the tone of the story and Jason's characterization has been pretty good, sort of on par with Urban Legends. I thought this was gonna be a filler issue so I was pleasantly surprised when they just jumped right into the main point. Also, I love seeing Jason's dynamic with Amanda Waller and other villains because it reinforces the fact that he's not 100% good or bad (as fandom likes to polarize him as)âhe's versatile and can get along with people all over the moral spectrum. The projected release date for the next issue is 8/23.
Meanwhile, Damian's latest appearance was in Robin #16, which came out on July 26th, where Lord Death Man (yes, that weirdo) puts Damian's investigation into the Lazarus Island on pause. Flatline then calls Damian and Connor Hawke to Tokyo to deal with Lord Death Man, so we get a bit of international traveling bits. Mara Al Ghul and the Batman of Japan also appear in this, if you wanna count them as batfam? I like that this balances the sharper edges of Damian's personality with the classic Robin charm and I do kind of wish the series wasn't ending (alas, DC won't allow its characters to grow up). I also like that the setting of this story influences the artworkâyou can see the subtle manga influences. Next issue comes out on 8/23. Overall I give this run an 8/10 because it explores a new, slightly more mature version of Damian's character, but I'm taking two points off because Lord Death Man annoys me to no end.
We see Alfred in Batman: One Dark Knight #3, which came out on 7/26. The story is a simplistic mini-run with good art as Batman nears the end of his journey to Blackgate. I like that this story takes place over a single night rather than stretched over a few days/weeks/etc. like we normally seeâit's almost like Batman's typical Tuesday night. Alfred is still alive here, so it's nice to hear his sarcastic sense of humor after missing him for so longâit's sort of like seeing a family member at the airport. This comic also establishes him as DC's best trash-talker in his classic Alfred Pennyworth style. If I recall the miniseries is done, but the hardcover comes out on 9/13.
Luke Fox makes a cameo in Harley Quinn #18. Yes, that came out today too (#19 comes out on the 9th). Apparently the JLA left some old science experiments on their moon base so Luke puts together a team of former villains to... send them to the moon and clean it up (including Harley Quinn, Solomon Grundy, Bronze Tiger, and Killer Frost). I just read it and I'm too confused to actually criticize at the moment. First, I think Task Force XX is a dumb nameâit sounds like an account on an adult website. Second, I think the artwork is alright in that you have all these bright, poppy designs, but the bodies and expressions feel kinda stiff and off-putting. I think it has potential to be one of the more absurd, fun, campy storylines, so I'll hold out and see where this goes.
An alternate-universe Thomas Wayne closes in on the Clockwork Killer in Flashpoint Beyond #4, which also came out today. However, Dexter Dent gets in the way with his own mission to break his mother out of Arkham. I already had skepticism about Flashpoint Beyond because I tend to be skeptical about a lot of alternate timelines and was never the biggest fan of Thomas Wayne as Batman or Martha as the Joker. I don't know if I should be happy or not that they proved me right, because this run has been moving a bit slowlyâit feels like they're dragging what could be summarized in 4 sentence out to 32 pages. Overall I'd say it's a 4/10 (since the artwork isn't too shabby). Again, I'm biased because I never liked the Thomas Wayne concept in the first place so take it with a pinch of salt. Next issue also comes out 9/6.
#ask#anonymous#personal#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#dc comics#tw violence mention
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When Youâre Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)
pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader
warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications
note: iâve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if thereâs a specific member youâd like to see next, shoot me an ask :)
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FINDING OUT
even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child
there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby
it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own
it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously
a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving
the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test
early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days
headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit
in the bathroom cabinet, youâd collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests
one of them would eventually show positive, right?
taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you
waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months
he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently
your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart
the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly
your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat
taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results
two blue lines - as clear as day
they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears
he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks
âwe did it baby! weâre gonna have a baby!â he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation
no words were left swirling in your mind
your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty
shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check
pregnant.
as you crashed into taehyungâs open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind
it was only inevitable
a positive test was a familiar joy to you both
however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation
as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldnât help but retain maternal caution
however, this time also felt different
taehyungâs spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didnât want to disappoint you any more
someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world
of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic
seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority
just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat
just to know they were okay
just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, thatâs all you needed
taehyung couldnât hold his excitement
from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks
he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you
but losing his babies near enough tore him apart
even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing
of course, the worse had already crossed his mind
but it wouldnât get the better of him
it couldnât.
you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant
the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all
briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat
it was faint over the machine, but fast
there really was a life within you.
âthereâs something else, if you just look over here...â the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view
taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen
with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure
âthe fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!â
twins. you were having twins.
THE PREGNANCY
like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery
and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement
it didnât help that a little bump had already begun to grow
keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide
already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels
telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot
or even borrowing some from his own childhood
âyou know they canât hear you yet? itâs about 7 weeks until theyâll be able to, honey.â
âi know, iâm just practising for when they can.â
of course, you wouldnât admit that you did the same when you were alone
you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might
the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side
in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand
you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness
âyou two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.â
on a sleepless night, youâd made a small pact with tae
it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless
âno matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.â
taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders
as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines
however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more âcheatâ days for you
no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings
although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods
sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to
but you still opted to supervise just in case
finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind
the other members were over the moon for you both
particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously
and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them
all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits
each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys
these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of
announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly
for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life
well, what a perfect opportunity!
towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings
safe to say, that day you had broken the internet
love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth
a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially
self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that
although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly
your favourite clothes didnât fit around your doubled bump anymore
and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people
but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you
sneaking up behind you in the bathroom
(although the mirror kinda gave him away)
heâd wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder
âtell me all your worries honey.â
you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets
and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way
âi know itâs normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess itâs just weird - i donât look like myself anymoreâ
he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin
those small kisses still tickled you like they always had
âwell, you definitely look different,â
you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for taeâs own good
âbut why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!â
âmake~?â
LABOUR AND DELIVERY
originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could
but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window
to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace
eventually, taehyung joined you
copying the same movements while timing your contractions
âthey really must be desperate to come out, huh?â
âwell do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!â
the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month
the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside
not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency
just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back
âdo you think we have everything?â
âi love you but stop talking please.â
thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky
so long as he assured himself that it was âjust the contractionsâ, heâd be just fine
as much as he couldnât wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward
one corridor in and youâd suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport
breathlessness and contractions didnât sound like a favourable mix to you
the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward
youâd picked this suite specially due to its expansive space
the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place
a serene paradise for your angels to be born into
it was perfect
taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings
of course, it didnât take him long to find the birthing ball
âwhatâs the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?â
there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him
âwell, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.â
taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction
less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice
âget these babies out of me. no iâm serious, i need them out.â
realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed
stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead
he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than heâd prepared for
you werenât the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare
taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis
his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes
many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out
and then, there it was.
the first piercing cry belted across the room
a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes
finally the moment youâd waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here
the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair
taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength
but you and him both knew heâd never hold it back for long
within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.
but this time, there was no immediate cry
the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited
and waited
midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction
but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world
#taehyung#kim taehyung#bts#bts taehyung#bts v#bangtan#bts reactions#bts imagines#bts one shot#bts drabble#bts headcanon#bts mtl#bts imagine#bts reaction#bts pregnancy#taehyung dad#taehyung x reader#taehyung x oc#taehyung pregnancy
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Why Modern Cartoons is Not Great as it Used to be in this Decade
As 2010âČs draw near to the end and begin a next-generation, cartoons have changed from being a fun episodic adventure with a meaningful message and can get dark sometimes to a story-driven show with deep messages. While cartoons have a great start in early 2010s such as Adventure Time, Regular Show, Gravity Falls, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, however as time passes cartoons are becoming less interesting and not many arenât talking about it. So what the hell happened with modern cartoons? Letâs get to the bottom of what happened to this decade of cartoons and why isnât anyone talking about it anymoreÂ
The Animation QualityÂ
The quality of the animation of cartoons back in 2000âČs were amazing, so many variations of animation styles that look very appealing such asÂ
Samurai JackÂ
Avatar: The Last AirbenderÂ
Fosters Home for Imaginary FriendsÂ
RecessÂ
Proud Family and so many more
But now in modern cartoons, most cartoon shows are using a similar style of animation which many people called it âCalarts styleâ. Most cartoon shows are using because itâs cheap however it takes away creativity, more detail nor being organic. Look at Infinity Train, compare from the pilot to the releaseÂ
It looks very boring having most cartoons look the same. Then thereâs artistic freedom where creators let them draw whatever they want such as Steven Universe and OK KO. That sounds good but really though it just looks lazy and unprofessional. This is very distracting that most characters go off-model every scene like why Rebecca and Ian-Jones Quarry think it was a good idea!Â
Great to Below Average
So now letâs talk about the three shows that were once popular Steven Universe, Voltron, and Star vs The Forces of Evil. The trope Iâve been seeing as of late about these shows that it was pretty hype and they deliver on that. All they need to do is conclude it and call it a good cartoon but then crash and burned in later seasons.Â
Steven Universe didnât get popular until âJailbreakâ and that was when everyone was watching it. It had character development, an interesting world of gems, a gorgeous background and has one of the best soundtracks. This isnât surprising because the creator is the same person who wrote Marceline episodes in Adventure Time which was Rebecca Sugar that created the series. Then season 4 and season 5 happened which the show drop in quality like mostly the show prefer showing filler which makes the plot go too fast and made arcs underwhelming, crystals gems and Lapis Lazuli and Peridot arenât being used that much in the show and having each villain being beaten by simply talking to them. While there is Steven Universe Future but that hasnât gotten interesting in my opinion.Â
Star vs The Forces of Evil is a show used to be interesting for the two seasons and âBattle for Mewniâ arc but then shipping drama got out of hand and that resulted to fell from graceÂ
Then thereâs Voltron and we all how that turned out for the last two seasons
What these three have in common that they set up this interesting premise and world in the first few seasons but they all went downhill. Awful character writing, insane plot twist, and terrible pacing. I did wish that those shows would get better like how Adventure Time and Regular Show had one bad season but after that, they both got better but they didnât and it went from being great to disappointingly average.Â
Comedy Over Messages
Now thatâs got the most hype shows, letâs talk about shows that not many people talk about because the premise and world arenât engaging enough to watch and which they are We Bare Bears, Craig in the Creek, Clarence, OK KO, and The Loud House. While Iâm not saying they arenât bad but it is just not interesting to watch, it's just that itâs too tame and too comedic. The main issue I have it doesnât really teach viewers like they used to anymoreÂ
OK KO was about to talk about gun violence but they turn it into a comedy. In âLetâs Not Be Skeletonsâ people overuse the gun and resulting everyone to turn skeletons and KO tries to stop it but fails. By the end of the episode, it was a dream and calls Congress to stop it from happening. I really hate how writers of this episode of making a serious issue turn into comedy and thatâs a pretty awful way of doing it.Â
Look at Static Shock and Fat Albert, instead of making Gun Violence a joke, they talk about how serious it is by having someone shot and that devastated the characters a lotÂ
Then there's Hey Arnold, it really dives into serious issues such asÂ
âPigeon Manâ showcases that some people are meant to be with other people while others like Pigeon Man are just different and canât be with other people.Â
âHelga on the Couchâ showcases Helga's anger issues and those issues manifest because her family ignores her because of her sister. Never truly cares for like no makes her lunch for school and no one brought her to school when she was a young girl. The only person that cares for was Arnold.
Then thereâs my personal favorite, âArnold Christmasâ. Mr. Hyunh is always sad at Christmas and this episode revealed that he had a daughter and all he wanted was to see her grow up but there was a war coming near his village. In order to do so, he had to give her up so she can have a better life. It took 20 years to get out of the country and he almost gave up hope to find her until Helga helped Arnold to search for her and be reunited with her father.Â
Modern cartoons donât show those kinds of messages anymore and thereâs something worse than that and I hate how cartoon shows keep doing this.Â
Todayâs Villains
Iâ ve been seeing a lot lately that the main antagonist isn't handled well in cartoons as of lately. Most villains have been getting redeemed lately and not paying their crimes. While show creatures try to make them sympathetic and the victim however it doesnât excuse them for their crimes.Â
White Diamond who caused multiple mass genocide on worlds, brainwash any gem that stands in her way and shatter gems gets easily defeated by simply getting talk to and just not gonna do it anymore because Steven said so.Â
Mina Loveberry and her Mewni soldiers wanted to destroy monsters. When her and her army magic depleted, she just goes in the wilderness and no one stopped her.Â
Moon Butterfly helped Mina create her soldiers so she can retake the throne from Ecipsa. Instead of having the monsters and her surrendering the throne that she was attending to do, however, her plan backfired when Mewni Soldiers and Mina wanted to kill all the monsters. Why didnât Moon saw that coming, they were clearly racist against them. Then by the end of the show, she never once apologized for what she has done.Â
Starlight Glimmer created a cult that no one has cutie marks until the mane six defeated her in âCutie Mapâ She returns and her revenge on Twilight by going back in time and making sure Rainbow Dash doesnât perform the Sonic Rainboom. After multiple going to multiple timelines, she finally catches up to her and then her tragic backstory been revealed and it was very disappointing. The reason she caused all of this because her friend moved away and thatâs it. Thatâs not all, instead of her facing her crimes like most villains such as Tirek or Queen Chrysalis, she gets off the hook and she became friends with Twilight in a matter of minutesÂ
A good example of a good antagonist is Aku from Samurai Jack. When he first appeared in the show, heâs pure evil, destroying anything that stood in his way and ruling over the weak but as the show progresses, the serious villain became more comedic villain but that doesnât mean heâs a silly character, heâs far from that. Heâs still all-powerful and should be taken seriously. This is what I want from a villain. Heâs powerful, heâs truly evil and has a personality.Â
Villains can be sympathetic and relatable however shouldnât be forgiven so easily. When a character crosses the line by taking multiple innocent lives should never be redeemed, even if they have a sad backstoryÂ
Cartoons lately have become less popular in this past decade, the glaring problems about cartoons are its animation, comedy over messages, messy plots, and terrible villain. People will only talk about cartoons from the late â80s to 2012. Iâm afraid that this day of age that it isnât appealing anymore than in previous years. The only animation that people will talk about is anime shows which I canât lie, is far superior to cartoons as of now. I feel that the only way it can make it back on top is it needs something like Adventure Time or Gravity Falls moment that reinvent it more relevant and view to modern audiences. I really do like to watch cartoon shows for animation, message, and characters but I keep seeing issues in modern cartoons and I hope that it will change in the future.Â
#Adventure Time#My Litte Pony: Friendship is Magic#MLP:FiM#Regular Show#Gravity Falls#Steven Universe#OK KO Let's Be Heroes#Craig of the Creek#Steven Universe Future#Star vs The Forces of Evil#Voltron#Clarence#Infinity Train#She-Ra#The Amazing World of Gumball#We Bare Bears
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Bad (2): What Happened?
First inspired by this song âł Bad by Lennon Stella
(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)
Summary: What went down that fateful night...
A/n:Â I got carried away, and kinda forgot about the real plot lol. So thereâs more fluff than angst... I think.Â
Disclaimer: this chapter is sort of a filler before we get to the real shiz.Â
Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, poor writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories Iâve written)
As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.
Series MasterlistÂ
Picking up from where we last left off: About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to changeâŠÂ
They always say to choose a job that you love. Something even your own parents had drilled into your head as a young child, trying to prevent you from their own mistakes. It was known then, that if you chose a job you didnât love, you would be metaphorically chained like a prisoner bound to the wall, or in your case, the job.Â
Well, you followed their advice, and chose a job you were passionate about, something you didnât mind studying about all those years ago in college. Itâs not that you didnât love your job, but you were tired, very tired. Life was fast paced and you were running out of fuel, so to say. So this morning when your work offered you an exclusive week off, you took the offer, worked quickly yet precisely, and flew out the door, before it was dark. Normally, youâd work more than the normal 9-5 shift, it was more like 9-7 for you, anyway.
Ransom was supposedly off today, and you wanted nothing more than to kick off your break, by eating a nice lunch with your husband. While you gave your holiday wishes to your friends, you shot Ransom a quick text asking him to call you.Â
So, just as you drove down the highway, your phone steaming your favorite playlist to the carâs stereo, Ransomâs name popped up on the large screen, a picture of him in college, showing up. (yeah, you liked to tease him about his college years, when he thought he was all that and a bag of chips.)Â
âHey Gorgeous! Whatâs up?â
âWell⊠you interrupted my carpool karaoke.â
Your husband laughed along with you, before you dropped your surprise on him.
âOther than that, my work gave me the week off. No biggie though.âÂ
Being married to Ransom and having known him for many years, has given you a real sense of sarcasm to say the least.
âThatâs amazing! You deserve it, my love.â
âOhh, quit trying to butter me up, Ran.â
More laughter from his end, making a large grin grow on your face. Only you could ever make Ransom laugh at the stupidest things, thatâs just the kind of bond you two shared.Â
âAnyhoo, I was wondering if you wanted me to come pick you up for lunch?â
âSounds great, love ya.â
âLove you too.â The rest of the drive to your house was enjoyable. Today had been spectacular, something that hadnât happened in ages. As you continued to drive, all the amazing occurrences from today settled with you in the car, a permanent smile on your face the whole way. Â
You pulled into the driveway, opting to stay in the car just to keep the warm air flowing from the vents, sending Ransom a quick text.
A few minutes later, the man himself came out, his brown suede trench coat on, your own raspberry pea coat slung over his left arm.Â
The passenger door popped open, and Ransomâs warm lips pressed slowly against your cheek, instantly warming you up.
âI figured you might be cold.â
A deep laugh resonated in his stomach as he reached over the console to hand you the jacket, the one you had forgotten this morning.Â
âThanks, hon. So, where do you want to eat?â
You looked over to Ransom, whose eyes had been lovingly glued to you since heâd gotten in the car.
âHow about that little sandwich shop in town?â
A bright and sweet smile graced your lips, stunning Ransom with its effect on him. His own eyes crinkling up as his frowning lips slowly formed into a content smile.
Once you had reached town about twenty minutes later, Ransom rushed out of the car the minute you had stopped the engine. His actions leaving you confused when suddenly a blurb of tan suede halted and revealed the missing man, who was now pulling your door open. Â
âWow Mr. Drysdale, since when did you become such a gentleman.â
You teased Ransom, wrapping your arm around his, embracing his warmth, and playfully kissing his nose.Â
âSince you became Mrs. Drysdale.âÂ
His little quip caught you off guard as you werenât expecting a response from the man. As a result of that surprise, your cheeks slightly warmed, causing you to shyly look down. It was a given, what had just happened, as Ransom knew your reactions like the back of his hand.Â
That arrogant jerk knew very well what he had done and slightly leaned over to kiss your bowed head.
Confidently, Ransom spoke up, and without even looking over at him, you just knew he was smirking.Â
âStill have that effect on you, huh?âÂ
Before you could banter back at him, your arm interlocked with Ransomâs was tugged, prompting you to look up.Â
Apparently, when you were just mindlessly walking to the restaurant, Ransom had another stop on his list. One full of eye-catching flower bouquets. Blood red roses, yellow lilies, variegated tulips, you name it, they littered the glass window of the flower shop.Â
As you stepped into the shop, the distinctive smell of babyâs breath filled your senses. You were still interlocked with Ransom, so at this point wherever he walked, you went. Also meaning heâd dragged you to the counter despite your words of defiance.
âRansom, you donât need to buy me anything. All I want is to eat lunch, with my husband.â
âAnd that youâll get.â
Just when youâd thought youâd won this argument, the man continued.
âAlong with the bouquet of carnations and babyâs breath please.
Your husband spoke up just a bit louder, so the man behind the counter could hear his order while also making it known to you that you were indeed gonna accept these flowers.Â
Ransom quickly paid for the bouquet, coming back to lock arms with you and hand you the flowers. It was a simple bouquet yet the meaning behind the choice a lot stronger. Coral carnations ideally intermixed with the snow-white babyâs breath. The soft aroma from earlier, now in a bouquet held by your cold hands.Â
When you were young, your grandmother would always buy carnations for her home, specifically the coral ones. Sheâd tell you about each flower and how they were all unique, capturing your curiosity. As you got older, you became more versed in floral design and structure. Soon, you were going every other day to buy fresh carnations for your grandmother. When you had first brought Ransom to meet her, she told him about the story behind carnations and when you were always buying them.Â
To this day, Ransom remembers, and the carnations have since then become your flower.
If it werenât for the constant wind, the temperature would have been enjoyable, but now your hands were slightly shaking and Ransom noticed. Taking your free hand in his, he then put your conjoined hands in his coat pocket.
Just a few more blocks and you had finally made it to the humble little sandwich shop, one Ransom had actually introduced to you.Â
Mr. Miller, the owner of the shop happily greeted you both. Over the years youâve lived in Massachusetts, you and Ransom have become regulars at this shop. It may have been a small place, with seating for only thirty people, yet the food was outstanding. Especially Mr. Millerâs Monte Cristo, yourâs and Ransomâs favorite. To no surprise, that is in fact what you ended up ordering.Â
As you sat at the booth, the two of you laughing and enjoying the time spent with each other, never once did it cross your mind that this was it. That this was not gonna be the normal anymore. Itâd become a memory youâd end up savoring for the years of the future.
Because little did you know, that was the last time heâd ever buy you flowers, the last time heâd ever laugh with youâŠ
The last time heâd ever really love you.Â
That very next day, you woke up early to pack your bags for the unbearable flight to come. You absolutely hated the airport, but then again, who doesnât? It was a constant marathon and by time you make it to all your gates, youâd probably lose ten pounds from running so much. There was no peace at the airport, especially with the holiday rush and you dreaded it. If only your husband could have come, it would make things ten times better, but he canât and you arenât going to miss this opportunity. Itâs been a few years since youâve been able to go home, and truly relax for the holidays. The years before, youâd only get to spend the weekend, but now you have the whole week and in the end, itâd be worth the living hell at the airport.Â
By 10:00 am, you were all ready to go, Ransom carrying the bags to your car, sulking as he did so. He really wanted to go with you. Believe it or not, but Ransom would love to spend all his time with you if he could, except Harlan really needed his help to finish up a few things.Â
With everything packed, it finally came time for you to bid goodbye. Sure, it was a week away, but this was your first Christmas as a married couple, and you couldnât spend it together. Had things been different, you could have, but Ransom understood you missed your family. For once in his life, Ransom Drysdale thought about someone elseâs benefit beside his own.Â
The car running, you flung your arms around Ransom, who stood at the door, coffee in hand, balancing it as he reciprocated the hug.
He could feel your tears on his neck, running through his sweatshirt. Your head was buried in the crevice, and your sobs made his heart shatter. Ransom couldn't bear it anymore, because soon heâd be the one crying. A warm hand, ran up and down your back while soothing whispers rang in your ear.
âOh sweetheart, itâs gonna be okay.â
Your sobs that racked your body soon ceased, Ransom pulling back to give you his best attempt at a smile. His eyes worriedly scanned over your red ones before pulling you into a soothing kiss. Releasing your lips, Ransom once again gave you a comforting smile, handing you the coffee, knowing you had forgotten your own.Â
âGo on, youâre gonna be late, my love.â
On tippy toes, you pressed your lips to the corner of Ransomâs, slowly leaning away, then solemnly heading to your car.Â
That night, you had called Ransom, telling him you made it safely and that youâd facetime him tomorrow. In his voice, Ransom hid his sorrow, but in truth, ever since you left this morning, heâd been wallowing in despair. What better way to drown out your sorrows than to actually do that? So just as Ransom hung up the phone, he dashed to the car and to the nearest bar, slowly easing the pain via eight beers.Â
Just about to ring up the bartender for a check, a small, womanly hand slowly wrapped around his forearm, setting it back down on the counter.
âHey stranger.â
Ransom was so intoxicated, he struggled to even focus, but all he knew was that a woman was sitting in front of him and he sure was missing his wife. It was wrong, but at that moment, his priorities blurred the minute the girlâs lips smothered his. There werenât boundaries anymore and he knew damn well, that this lady was making his thoughts and good judgement dissipate, he forgot why he was even there in the first place. Right now, you were in the back of his drunken mind, and Blair in the front. Literally and figuratively.Â
The two broke away from the kiss for air, and Ransom soon remembered the woman staring seductively at him. At this moment, the man was no longer in his own mindset and was reverting back to his old self. The playboy Ransom Drysdale was out tonight, not the man bound by the ring on his finger.Â
âItâs Blair right?â
She nodded, a few waves of chestnut brown hair moving with her head. Soon drinks long forgotten, Ransom threw down a one-hundred dollar bill, taking Blair by the hand, and out the door. As he gripped her warm hand, he could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring, slightly breaking him out of his lustful haze as mentally kicked himself for what just almost happened. He let out a small laugh, you were always there to keep him in line, whether he accepted it or not. And thank god for that, he thought. After that little reminder, it was like he had sobered up.
About to send Blair back into the bar, lips peppered small kisses to his ear and his fresh mindset was thrown out the window. The sober thoughts now gone. Starting that car engine and driving out with Blair in the passenger seat, Ransom was unknowingly throwing away the best thing to ever happen to him. By doing this, long gone was the better man you had helped make Ransom become.
 If only he had been strong enough to fight the temptation and listen to the little warning the symbol of your love (his ring) gave him...
And that night, as Ransom washed away his longing for you with Blair, you laid awake in your childhood bed, happily replaying the memory of lunch with Ransom just the day before. Soon, youâd be reliving that memory in your head, more often than once, but with tears streaming down your face.Â
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smile like sunshine iv
Tuesday: ~ 7.9k IâM SO SORRY
previous chapters: i // ii // iii
an:Â I HAD WRITERS BLOCK BUT THEN IT ALL HIT ME AT ONCE. I thought it was gonna be a short filler chapter but.... 7.9k words later here we are... I realized that I probably shouldâve given mc a real name and stuff because itâs so specific about certain details, but itâs too late to change that, so weâll all have to deal with it unfortunately. Also, from here on out there is a warning for nsfw thoughts! Anyway, enjoy! @thirteenisles!!
summary: Much, much different from yesterday, today is the yearly fishing trip, so you and Mat are- unfortunately- apart for a good part of the day. Mat and your father come to a silent agreement and you look for a distraction in an old flame to keep you from falling more in love with your friend. Mat doesnât like sharing this place in your mind with anyone else...
Itâs the summer of â19, eleven years after you first met Mat, and things are bound to be a little different this time around.Â
You woke up the next day with a smile on your face, giddy and excited before you even opened your eyes. You had fallen asleep happy and tired and full of warmth the night before, cuddled up against Matâs side as he drove back to the beach house. He only woke you with soft whispers when it was time to undress for bed; you woke up in his arms realizing he had carried you all the way from the car to your room. So, your mind raced with images of Mat- his smile, his laughter, his eyes, his body- it was all overwhelming enough to stir up passionate dreams about him. Dreams about his skin against yours, weightless in the water, his big hands on you, his body hovering over top of yours, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he moved on top of you...Â
Rolling over in bed and trying to control yourself, you opened your phone and went into your gallery, into the folder of all your pictures of Mat from yesterday that you would continue to fill throughout the week.Â
And though youâd only been apart from him for the eight hours of sleep, you needed to see him in person.
Mat was in the room across the hall, drifting in and out of sleep with a smile on his face as he thought back to yesterday. He reached over to the bedside table so he could scroll through his own phone. You had asked him yesterday to take a picture of you for your Instagram, posing for him and smiling with the ocean in the background, and he couldnât look away from them. You looked so good yesterday in that little bikini, all spread out on the paddleboard and soaking up the sunlight, and, as much as he wanted to keep his head out of the gutters around you, there was just something about you. If only you knew the effect you had on him.
âKids, get up! Weâve got a lot planned for today!âÂ
He jumped, hearing your motherâs voice in the hall outside your rooms, and sat up a little bit more in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had to admit, this trip would be a little bit more fun if your family wasnât here as well; if every day could be like yesterday. But hoping to be alone with you for every second of the day was a fantasy, and he knew it. He was still technically intruding on your family vacation.
There was a knock at his door, and for a horrible moment, he thought it was one of your parents before your voice sounded from the other side. âMat? Itâs me.âÂ
âYeah, come in.â If only he was ready for what he was about to see. Yeah, he saw you in a bikini yesterday, but this was just as good⊠You walked into his room in a little tank top and booty shorts, what you had slept in, your messy hair thrown up in a bun. He didnât want to stare too much, but were you braless? Yeah, you definitely were. He shuffled around under the sheets, making sure you wouldnât be able to see what you were doing to him. He was lucky you knocked first, or who knows what he couldâve been doing?
Seeing Mat lying in bed was⊠a sight. His dark hair was haloing around his head on the pillow, he was tangled in the white sheets, and half of his upper chest and arms were exposed and already looking beautifully tanned. âYouâll never guess what today is.â
Mat ran a hand through his hair and let out a puff of air. âYour birthdayâs tomorrow, so I have no idea.âÂ
âItâs the family fishing trip! Remember that?â
Oh, he remembers it. He remembers going out onto the water in a rented boat with his dad and yours, watching in amazement at the huge fish they caught in the ocean. He remembers playing with you on the little dock, daring you to jump from it and into the ocean. Of course, your parents always stopped you from doing that. âNo way, you still do that?âÂ
âYup, itâs tradition.â
âThe same place every year?âÂ
âSame place.âÂ
âMaybe this year you wonât be too afraid to jump off the dock.â He smirked, and it was a sight that flooded heat all the way through your body.
âShut up, Mat! I wasnât afraid to, my parents just never let me!â He laughed at that, sitting up and letting the sheets fall off his bare chest. âAnd you know that, too! You just love to get on my nerves.â Oh, that was only one of many things heâd love to do to you. Â
âMaybe. But you brought me on this trip anyway.â Â
âDonât make me regret that, Maty.â You swatted his bare leg away from you as he stretched out in bed, and he couldnât help but smile at the touch. âGet up, we gotta get ready for today. Iâve got a feeling itâs gonna be pretty fun.â And when you turned and left, Mat had to bite his lip to hold back any reaction to the way your legs looked in those shorts. He tossed his head back to his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
Yeah, today was gonna be fun.
Back when you and Mat first met, your parents and his immediately got along. He had begged and begged his parents to talk to yours and let him go along on the family fishing trip, mostly because you had cried to him and told him you didnât want to be alone. Of course, they had to go meet your parents first and come along, but when they finally agreed that Mat could come along, you were over the moon.Â
 Since you reconnected almost a year ago, Mat had told his parents about you. He called them the day after you approached him in the bar, when he went out to lunch with you to talk, the moment he knew he was going to try and befriend you again. He was excited when he called them, asking in a frenzy if they still remembered that girl he hung out with the summer of 2008. Of course, they remembered her, they had told him, she was the first crush he ever had. "Oh, your first girlfriend!" his mom had exclaimed. "Mom!" Flustered, Mat shook off those words. No, you were nothing more than friends.Â
Thatâs what he had thought, anyway, up until a few months ago.Â
Now, after being alone with you yesterday, he knew: this was much more than friendship.
The place your dad went to go fishing every year was a cute empty spot of beach, with deep water and a small dock where you and your siblings and friends always used to play. Where you used to play with Mat, that summer, when he dared you to jump in but you were too scared. Where you continued to come back to years after until Mat was just a fading memory and your parents urged you to meet new friends. And where, years later, you had your first kiss, with some random boy you met three days before and who you thought was cute. Â
âThis is where it all began.â You spread your arms wide in a flourish, presenting the dock to Mat when you arrived. He glanced around- yes, this was where it all began.Â
âIt definitely looks a lot smaller than when we were kids.âÂ
âYeah, probably because we grew up.âÂ
âAww, if we grew up does that mean I canât push you in anymore?âÂ
âDonât even think about it, Barzal.â Before Mat had the chance to even try to push you in, you were cut off by the sound of an approaching boat out on the water. âBet, Mat. Wanna push me into the water in front of my dad? I dare you.â He smiled and held up his hands in surrender. Usually, your dad took your brother along with him, but this year it seemed he had other plans.Â
âYou like to fish, Mathew?â
âUh,â he glanced at you for help, obviously not yet sure how to talk to your dad.Â
âYeah, heâs pretty good at fishing.â
âGreat! Hop on. Weâll have some one-on-one time.â
âOkay, cool.â The moment he turned away, Mat whispered to you: âHeâs going to throw me off the boat.â
âDonât be so dramatic, Mat. He doesnât hate you. Youâll probably just talk about fish or sports.âÂ
âBut donât you want me here with you?â
âIâll be fine alone for a bit.â
Mat couldnât lie- he wasnât the happiest at how this day was gonna pan out. He wanted one-on-one time with you, not your dad. They had already had that talk at the motel when he ever so kindly told him not to make a move on his daughter, so he wasnât sure what else could happen. But if this is what he had to go through to get on your dadâs good side, he was gonna try his hardest. So here he sat, kinda awkwardly, next to him, a fishing rod in his hands.Â
âSo, Mathew, You were gone with (Y/N) yesterday...â
âUhh, yeah.âÂ
âWhatâd the two of you do?âÂ
He was at a loss for words. What could he say? âOh, just uhh, took a drive down to another beach, had lunch.â
âHmm. But you didnât try anything?âÂ
âNo, no nothing!â
âI hope not. Otherwise, weâd really have a problem.â Mat couldnât find a way to respond to that. As much as he wanted to make a move, he knew here wasnât the ideal place to do it. No, heâd wait until he wasnât sharing a roof with your father. âMathew, I still remember what you said at the motel.â Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Of course, he did. âBut you understand where Iâm coming from, donât you?âÂ
âI- Iâm not sure.â
âYou seem like an⊠okay, guy. A good friend to her. But Iâve seen plenty of guys who seemed okay and ended up breaking her heart. I wonât let that happen again.â Mat wanted to tell him that it wasnât up to him to decide who his daughter could date, but he knew that that might be the dumbest possible thing to say, so he held his tongue. âI know what young, professional athletes are like. While I respect the sport, youâre not the type of guy I want my daughter with.â He didnât like the idea that youâd had your heart broken before. He never wanted to do that to you, and your father just had a way of making him doubt himself.Â
âI understand.â Matâs eyes drifted to where you stood down on the sand, barely able to make out your form from this distance, as he wondered what you were doing.Â
You were collecting shells, walking side by side with your sister, and catching up with a little bit of girl talk.Â
âSooo, this Mat guy?âÂ
âYeah?â You couldnât help the smile that was pulling onto your face at just the sound of his name. âWhat about him?â
âWell, heâs an NHL player, first of all.âÂ
âHeâs a lot more than that.â And he was. It may sound strange to others, but he meant everything to you. Ever since that summer where he had been your refuge, heâd been the one you thought about to calm down. Heâd been your happy memory. Heâd been the dream you could only hope you never forgot. And he became so much more in the past few months. It was a little weird at first when your roommate teased you about your âsummer romanceâ with this boy you didnât even know, but suddenly you didnât want to deny it. Maybe this time around, you would come back with an even better story than before.Â
âYeah. Heâs also pretty hot.â
âTrust me, I know.â You werenât shallow, but yeah, the cherry on top was how attractive he just happened to be.
âWhat are you two? Friends? Maybe moooore?â
âNo, no, no, just friends.â Your answer was quick- almost too quick- as if you were trying to cover something up. A silence fell between you and you realized just how in denial you sounded. âBut he just means a lot to me, ya know? You heard the story about how we met, right? Momâs obsessed with telling it.â
âYeah, of course. If you ask me, kinda sounds like looooove.âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
âSeriously, if this were a movie, Iâd watch the shit out of it. Imagine the ratings a plot like that would get! Itâs like a teen summer romance but... wholesome and cute! Iâm sure everyone has a childhood friend they became separated from. Imagine reading this summary: A boy and girl meet and become best friends only to be separated after one summer of romance-âÂ
âEw, donât say romance! We were like, ten.â
â-After a summer of almost-romance where they were obviously in love even if their little brains couldnât comprehend it. They reconnect years later, only to realize what they felt all those years ago was much more than friendship.âÂ
You laughed, but couldnât help imagining how that story would end. What was your sister, a psychic? âOkay, thatâs not quite how it goes, but can we just⊠stop talking about him? Itâs weird.â For the last few months, there had been a weird feeling in your chest whenever you discussed your relationship with Mat. Okay, maybe- just maybe- you had a little crush. A tiny crush. Nothing that meant anything, nothing that wouldnât be easy to get over. It sucked to have a crush on one of your best friends, to have a crush on the boy you brought along on this trip to use as a distraction from everything else.Â
You glanced out to where you could barely see Matâs figure on the boat with your father. His features were indistinguishable, but you could see the outline of his body and the dark swoop of hair on his head standing out against the blue sky. It wasnât like Mat was interested in you at all, he was an NHL player, a star at that. He probably had countless girlâs numbers lined up in his contacts that he could date at any given moment, thereâs no way heâd settle for a childhood friend heâd only known for a year. Just because he came on this trip with you and promised to be your distraction, didnât mean he liked you like that. No, if anything, he was here for nostalgia- for looking back on that summer when you were carefree children- not because he had any type of romantic feelings for you. Not because he loved you. Yet, despite this, you couldnât seem to control yourself around him.
You desperately needed a distraction from Mat, or else youâd end up doing something you couldnât come back from.Â
You dropped your gaze to the sand to look for any pretty, unbroken shells hiding among the piles beneath your feet. The tide had come in high earlier this morning, leaving behind a mess of little shards of broken shells and rocks. Maybe, if you were lucky, youâd find one that was whole.Â
âOoh, look at this one!â Your sister held up a pretty shell, still in one piece, colored all the shades of a sunset.Â
âOh, man thatâs pretty! I wish I couldâve found one that nice.â
âDonât look too hard. It was right in front of you the whole time.â
You walked silently, pondering over her words, and searching for something better when a third voice spoke up from a little distance in front of you. Â
âNo way, (Y/N)?â
It was a voice youâd never thought youâd hear again, but when you looked up towards it, you realized this trip might just get a lot more interesting. Your sister nudged you and made her exit, knowing exactly who this was and wanting to give you alone time with him.Â
Maybe this was exactly what you needed to take your mind off of Mat.
Back in 2008, when you were only ten years old, you thought the world of Mat. You thought he was the coolest person you knew, at the beach or at home. He was your closest friend, but for some reason, neither of your young brains realized that you should get each otherâs parentâs phone numbers or addresses so you could keep in touch. You left the beach that year with nothing on your mind but Mat, and your parentâs loved to tease you to this day that he was the only person you talked about for months. When next summer rolled around, you were pouty and angry that he was nowhere to be found. And that continued for years to come.Â
Slowly, over the years you went on family vacations in that same house, you began, with your parentâs urging, to try and push your memories of Mat to the back of your mind and make new friends with the local kids your age. And slowly, you began to forget about Mat. Or, thatâs how you thought it would happen. Sure, there were times you went without thinking of him for a while, but something would always end up reminding you of him. But you pushed it aside. Heâs long gone, youâd told yourself, no point in dwelling on the past. None of your new friends could compare to the fun Mat had been, but they were great friends, and now you were young teenagers having fun, getting into trouble together, and experiencing all your firsts together.
This guy- Kyle- was one of those firsts.Â
The summer you turned seventeen, there was a new guy among your beachy friend-group. He was your age, and he could already drive, and that made his curly, blonde, surfer boy look even more attractive to all the girls who knew him. As much as you hated to admit today, you werenât an exception. Yeah, you thought he was cute. No, there wasnât much about him beyond that, as shallow as it was, but at least he had seemed to care about you that night when he walked you away from the other teens, partying and drinking and walked you out to the dock and kissed you under the stars. He had said all the right things that night, and a few nights later, and later, and later.
You went that whole summer thinking that the two of you were together, but apparently, youâd missed the memo that he was seeing other girls, too. Heâd promised he didnât mean to hurt you but learning that it wasnât the two of you, learning that he was with other girls too and the whole summer had been a lie made your self-esteem plummet. It hurt like hell, being your first heartbreak, and it was the worst possible way to end a beach trip tradition.Â
But he wasnât a bad guy, not really. He was a young, stupid, teenage boy, right? And he said he didnât mean to hurt you. No reason to hate him.Â
Now, almost exactly four years since you met him, he walked next to you down the beach as you combed for shells, a quietness settling over you. It wasn't a comfortable silence like with Mat, but something uneasy, something tense and awkward. Why was he here? Was it appropriate to just⊠walk up to your ex and start chatting like old friends? Maybe he was just trying to be civil, courteous- if thatâs what this was, you⊠hesitantly respected that. It probably took as much courage as when you approached Mat for the first time- both times. But, if he was looking for something moreâŠ
âSo, you been dating at all?â
âSure I have. I mean, itâs been...almost four years?â Truthfully, youâve barely been dating. Nothing serious, at least. But you knew it would sound so sad if he was the last âseriousâ relationship you had.Â
âYou disappeared after what happened between us. For four years. I thought maybe you couldnât face me afterward or something.â
âNo.â You bit your tongue, not really wanting to bring up old bad blood or reopen old scars. âLife just got in the way. After that year I had a job, then I was moving out, going to college. Just didnât have time to come down anymore.â
âThat sucks. Weâve all really missed you down here.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â He smiled, dropping an arm around your shoulder. You knew he didnât mean it in a romantic way, it was such a thing he would do, and it wasnât like he hadnât done it before. âWeâre actually having a party on Friday. Think you can make it?â Could you make it? It was going to be the night before you had to leave, your last night on the beach, and as much as you wanted to do something alone with Mat, you knew it was inappropriate to cling on him as if he was something more than a friend. As if he was yours. But you needed to take a step back before you did something you couldnât take back.Â
Maybe this was the perfect distraction from Mat.
âIâll be there.â
After their first discussion, Mat had fallen in and out of uncomfortable small talk with your father for what felt like hours. And now, as they got ready to head back to shore for a quick lunch, he could confirm that he was one hundred percent still not on his good side. It seemed like no matter what he tried, your father didnât want anything to do with him. Maybe it was best this way, indifference is better than hate, isnât it?
âShit...âÂ
âHuh?â Mat looked up when your father swore next to him. He was glaring up the shoreline as they approached the dock, out to where you were. And then he noticed, with a jolt to his heart, that you werenât alone out there. Standing next to you in the sand was a generic-looking douchebag surfer dude. He was standing way, way too close to you for his comfort, with an arm thrown over your shoulders like you were old buddies. âWhoâs that?âÂ
âItâs not really any of your business, is it?â He glanced over and, for a moment, Mat regretted asking anything, not wanting to stir up any drama. âBut... seeing as youâre here as her friend, maybe you can talk some sense into her.âÂ
âAbout what?â
âItâs not my place to tell you about her private stuff but⊠that boy. Trouble.â He shook his head, preparing to dock the boat. âMathew, I donât dislike you. You mean a lot to (Y/N) as a friend, and I donât want you to ruin that. If things didnât work out between you two, she would be devastated. Iâve seen her heartbroken, but if it was because of you, itâd be so much worse. She could barely function without you after that summer, so if things ended completely between you two...â
Mat couldnât help but smile when your father said he didnât dislike him. That was a start, at least. But the thought of you having your heart broken was something he didnât want to think about. The thought you being heartbroken because of him was something he didnât want to think about. âI know.â And he did. He understood because he would feel the same way. If things went awkward and sour between the two of you, he would hate himself. He would be lost. Reconnecting after ten years and then losing you all together would hurt even more than if heâd never found you- if you were still only a fond memory he thought back to. If he lost you, he wouldnât even know what to do. He needed you.
âBut, that being said, youâre better than any other guy sheâs cared about. Especially that boy. I respect that.â He stepped onto the dock and cast one look back at him. âLook out for her this week. As a friend.âÂ
âI will.âÂ
âStarting now.â He motioned down the beach where you stood with the boy, his arm around you, pulling you much too close to his body.Â
It felt good to know that at least your father didnât hate him. He respected him, even. It felt good to know that both men had the same ideas when it came to your safety and were able to come to a silent agreement. And if all they could bond over was their need to protect you, he could take that. Because you were all that mattered to him.Â
He all but jogged down the beach to you, his heart throbbing at the sight of you smiling and laughing with someone other than him. His blood boiled. He hated that you were so familiar and comfortable with this guy, but he took comfort in the fact that your dad felt the same way, that at least they were on the same page about that. What could he be saying that was making you this happy? Who could he be who was stealing your attention away from him? That should be him, with his arm around you, making your eyes sparkle in laughter. What was this tightening feeling in his chest?Â
Why was Mat so jealous of him?
âWhoâs this?â
You looked up from where you were practically hanging on the blonde boyâs arm and met eyes with Mat. Your Mat, your best friend. The man you were trying to forget about. And you had forgotten about him for a few minutes, falling back into the memory of your summer romance at seventeen instead of thinking of Mat, with his pretty dark swoops of hair and high cheekbones, those shimmering hazel eyes and that dazzling smile⊠and the fact that he was shirtless and shining all pretty and golden in the sunlight. The way he made you laugh until there were tears in your eyes and your sides ached, the way he made your heart pound erratically when he hugged you and when he threw his arm over your shoulders.
And suddenly you realized your ex couldnât compare to Mat at all, no matter how much you needed a distraction.Â
âMat, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is my friend, Mat.â
âHey.â The other guy spoke up, and somehow, he sounded exactly like Mat expected him to sound. Like a fucking douchebag.
âHey.â Mat couldnât hide how unenthusiastic he was when he greeted the man, and you noticed. It was awkward, you were sandwiched between two shirtless men, one your ex- who you were trying to use as a distraction- and one your best friend- who you were hopelessly crushing on and needed a distraction from- and all three of you waited and waited until Mat finally spoke up. âSo, how do you know each other?â
âWe, uhh, we dated when we were younger.âÂ
âOh?â Mat wasnât a fan of the way his heart ached when those words left your lips. Of course, you had other boyfriends, you were stunning, borderline perfect. Everyone must want you. Youâre not mine, youâre not mine, I know. âYou did?â
âYeah, actuallyâŠâ Kyle tossed his curly hair out of his face and had Mat rolling his eyes. âWe met down here a few years ago. And that dock over there?â He gestured vaguely in the direction of the dock, pulling you against him. âFirst kiss.â Matâs muscles tensed, his jaw went tight and his fists closed- he hated the idea that this dock was anyone elseâs special place with you. Okay, maybe it was a bit selfish, but he thought this was just a little secret between the two of you, and then this guy had to show up and ruin it? âBest first kiss a girl could get, huh?â He looked at you with a cheeky, smirk...
...But it wasnât as cute as Matâs.
âYeah, it was good.âÂ
Mat knew it was stupid and unrealistic of him to think heâd always had you all to himself. Youâd only known each other for that one summer, and had been separated for ten years, so of course, you eventually found someone other than him. But he couldnât deny how much it pained his heart to know that somebody else had been closer to you than he had. To know that someone else had taken his place. To know that you werenât even his to begin with. This guy had held you, kissed you, taken Mat off of your mind, and Mat hated how it felt to know that. âCool, cool. Well, I think itâs time to head back for lunch, (y/n).â
âAh, shit, really?â he pulled you tight against him in a quick side hug and kissed the top of your head. Part of you wished, for a moment, that he was Mat instead. âSee ya. Remember, Friday!â
âYep, Friday!âÂ
Mat couldnât help but roll his eyes again, watching him leave. He came on this trip with you and you were ditching him for your ex? Shit, it was so tough being just your friend. âWhatâs Friday?â His voice came out more strained and forced than he wanted it to.
âA party with my old friends.â
âYouâre going?â
âYeah, theyâre my friends, so why not?â Mat couldnât help but feel a little bit betrayed, but he knew this was your vacation, and you were kind enough to invite him along, so he couldnât tell you what you could and couldnât do. Just friends, just friends, just friends, he told himself.Â
âWell, I still get you to myself tomorrow, right? For your birthday?âÂ
âOf course you do. Why, are you planning something?â
âDuh, what else is a best friend for?â He pulled you against him to walk down the beach and you smiled at the familiar scent of him, the familiar warmth of his body. Being in his arms was so much better than being in Kyleâs arms. He shrugged, sucking up his pride to tease you about your ex-boyfriend. âSooo... you and surfer dude, huh? Didnât know you were into that type.â He laughed again, nudging you with his elbow and smirking.Â
His smirk was a lot cuter than your exâs.Â
âShut up!â You laughed at the teasing lilt in his voice. There was your Mat, happy and smiling. His heart lit up again. Yeah, he could make you laugh so much better than anyone else could. He would always take pride in that. âI know, I know, itâs embarrassing, but listen! We were only seventeen, he could drive alreadyâŠâ
âOoh, sexy.â
âMat!âÂ
âIâm serious, the ability to drive is pretty hot, right?â
You laughed, âMat! I get it, I get it, it was a dumb summer fling, okay? There actually isnât much more to him personality-wise. Heâs not better than you.âÂ
âOf course heâs not.â As cocky as Mat played it off, he was really thankful. Thankful you still preferred him over your ex-boyfriend. Thankful he still held a special place in your head, in your heart, even, that no one else ever would. âI mean, have you seen me?â
âI have.â Your eyes skimmed the length of his body. Youâd seen him, alright. âYou wanna hit the waves before lunch?â You traced your fingers down his arm and grabbed his big hand in yours.
âHow could I say no?â
So, with his hand in yours, you ran to the water, shedding the sheer cover-up youâd been wearing over your swimsuit and shrieking when the waves splashed up against you. As usual, Mat dared you to follow him out further than you wouldâve like to have gone. The gleam in his eyes was something you werenât unfamiliar with, the same gleam he got when he was beating you at a game or when you dared him to do something. He wasnât one to back down until he won, and that was rubbing off on you. His confidence was rubbing off on you. Something about him made you feel so brave.Â
âIâm guessing youâre not gonna tell me what weâre doing tomorrow?
âOf course not. Itâs a surprise. What type of friend would I be if I gave away the surprise?â He dodged the water you splashed towards him and half hopped, half swam backward in the water. You had wadded out to an area that was deep enough for neither of you to be able to stand very well, and as much as you hated being out here, you felt safe as long as Mat was next to you. He splashed you back in retaliation only to be immediately hit from behind by a wave, laughing the whole time he went down at the shriek you let out when he got your hair wet.Â
You laughed as he went under. âThatâs what you get, Barzal!â After a few seconds without seeing him resurface, you started to worry, your breath caught in your throat. Should he have been up by now? Did he get the breath knocked out of him and couldnât come up? Did he get pulled out further? âMat? Mat, hey, whereâd you go, buddy?â Your breath was shallow, your mind fuzzy, and your heartbeat quickened as you took a few strides forward, turning and glancing over the rippling surface of the water, trying to find any sign of him, any movement, any trace of his dark hair, but there was nothing.Â
Not until a pair of arms underwater grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you.Â
âGotcha.â
He was still laughing, still teasing you, thinking he had just played a funny trick on you and you hadnât been in the middle of freaking out and panicking that your best friend had probably drowned.Â
âShit, Mat. Oh my god.â You turned in his arms and pulled yourself against him, cheeks warming up at the feeling of his wet, bare skin against yours, his muscles taut, and his skin slick beneath your fingertips. Heâs okay, heâs safe, heâs alive. You brought your hands up around his shoulders, pushing black strands of wet hair out of his eyes as he continued to laugh. You smacked his shoulder, suddenly angry that he would even joke about drowning. You couldnât bear the thought of losing him. âYouâre a dick! That wasnât funny!â
Mat must have noticed the way your nails were digging into the flesh of his biceps, holding him for dear life with an urgent look in your eyes because he stopped laughing almost immediately when he noticed your concern. âHey, hey.â His voice dropped to the gentle, reassuring tone that always made you emotional. The voice he broke out when you got hurt and he was there as a friend to pick up the pieces. The same voice heâd used all those years ago when you started crying over a crab he had thrown at you. âLook, Iâm fine.â
âBut I didnât know that two seconds ago!â
âIâm sorry. I was just messing around. I didnât mean to scare you.â
âI know. Iâm just glad youâre alive.â You took deep breaths, your head dropping to rest on his wet shoulder, your face pressed against the crook of his neck. It took you a few moments to understand how intimate this was: you were wrapped up together under the water, still in his arms with your feet listed off the sandy floor, pressed chest to chest with your arms wrapped over his shoulders. What you had intended to be a friendly hug became so much more when you were wet and weightless and almost bare, pressed against each other. You sighed and pulled back from him, dropping down to your feet but keeping your hands on his shoulders so stay still. He was your anchor out here. âYou know, you donât have to go pretending to drown just because youâre jealous of my ex and want my attention back.â
âWhat?â he scoffed, trying to play it off cool. Okay, maybe it was true that he was looking for a little bit of your attention, but heâd never admit that. Friends donât get jealous of their friendâs ex-boyfriends. âIâm not jealous.âÂ
âReally? You didnât seem like your friendly self when you were talking to him. And your eyes look pretty green right now, so Iâd say thatâs probably because of the green monster.â You teased, poking at his face.
âHeâs your ex, do you want me to treat him like a friend?â
âWell, he was also my friend, so you donât need to be so hostile towards him. But I get it. Itâs okay to be jealous. I get jealous of your friends, sometimes.â
âYou do? Why?â
âTheyâve gotten to spend more time with you than I did. They probably mean a lot more. You have friends youâve known for years, and Iâm not one of them. We only knew each other that summer and then this past year. I wish we wouldâve been friends longer.âÂ
âYou donât have to be jealous of them, though. I actually feel like weâve known each other since then. I thought back to you a lot, wondering what you were up to...â
âProbably thinking of you.â You smiled, your heart swelling at the thought that between growing up and getting into the NHL, Mat still thought of you every now and then. âI feel so lucky to have found youâ You closed your mouth, letting your words settle in the air between the two of you. âYou donât have to be jealous either. Kyle wasnât that great. Not cooler than our time together.â
âNo?â He added a chuckle to try and lighten the mood. âI thought he was the cool kid who could drive?â
âNo.â You dropped your gaze to the ocean, turning away from Mat. âWe may have had a little⊠romance thing, but he cheated on me.â Matâs eyes went soft, his eyebrows furrowing up at the idea of you having your heart broken like that. He knew much too well what it felt like to be lied to and cheated on, so to imagine you suffering through that without him there to help pick up the pieces for you was too much. âWell, no,â You shook your head. âI guess he didnât really cheat. Only kinda. It was just a summer fling to him, but I thought it was something more. I was just dumb and naive I guess.â
âHey,â His hands lifted to your shoulders momentarily, turning you to look up at him. âThatâs really shitty anyway. He hurt you.âÂ
âYeah. He did. And you'd never hurt me.â Your fingers, much without your permission, glided down the lengths of his wet arms to cover his hands with yours. âSee? You donât need to be jealous. Youâre so much cooler. You mean more to me than he ever did. Nothing- no one- can ever top that summer. No one can ever top how much you mean to me. You're my friend.âÂ
You both sat in uncomfortable silence, mutually hating that sentence. There was no way you were just friends. This wasnât platonic at all. Friends didnât cuddle each other in motel rooms; friends didnât hold each other underwater; friends didnât daydream about making out with each other; friends didnât get jealous of their friendâs exes; friends didnât have hot, wet dreams about each other almost every night; friends didnât nearly kiss every single day. So were you really just friends?
"Yeah." As much as Mat hated being "the friend", he was going to try his hardest to live up to that if that's what you wanted from him. And even if thatâs all heâd ever be, he would learn to accept it. It was better than not having you at all. "I might even be your best friend ever, right?"Â
"We'll see about that. You've got a lot of competition." He laughed with you. Oh, if only you know how much he didn't want to be your friend. If only he knew how much you wanted him to kiss you.Â
 âWell, was that enough serious talk for today?â
âYeah,â You huffed a sigh, brushing off the thoughts in your head. âI think it was.â
Your gaze dropped from those pretty hazel eyes, shimmering golden and green in the sunlight, across the immaculate structure of his cheekbones and jaw, right to his pretty pink lips. If only you could know what it felt like to have them against yours- would they be soft or rough?- to have his hot tongue in your mouth, his hands grabbing your waist, touching you all over, pulling you onto his lap. What you wouldnât give to feel his mouth making itâs way down your body, leaving wet kisses and sucking on tender skin, leaving marks on your throat, your hips, the insides of your thighs. To feel his nose rub against you as his tongue dipped, lapped, caressedâŠ
Mat watched you, the look in your eyes, all the walls about your past broken down, and at that very moment, he knew something. He would be your friend as long as you needed, he would be there for you to pick up the pieces and listen to your problems, heâd keep you safe, heâd do what a best friend should do. But, fuck. Fuck, he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you, and he wasnât sure how long he could keep it to himself. This was so bad.Â
He broke apart from you, removing his hands from where theyâd been resting on your shoulders under your own soft hands, taking a few strides back in the water, and trying to regain some platonic boundaries between the two of you. That was all you were, right? Friends.
âWoah, where are you running off too, Mat?â Your laugh rang in his ear, pretty and perfect, and you.
âI-â He gestured back to the shore. âI think lunch is ready onshore. Iâm kinda hungry.â
âAlright.â You pressed your hand into his and his heart leaped at the simple affection. Itâs not like you hadnât held hands before, but this time it felt⊠different. âLetâs head back then, Maty.â
Damn it, you have me wrapped around your finger, babe.
The day passed much too quickly for either of your taste and before you knew it the sun was dipping low in the sky, signaling the end of your long day. You wanted to spend the rest of time here in the sun, your feet digging into the sandy bottom of the ocean with the waves splashing around you; you wanted to spend the rest of time wrapped up in each otherâs arms, caught up in each otherâs eyes, frozen in time as you held on for dear life in your own little bubble separate from the rest of the world; daydreaming about kissing and fingers running through each otherâs hair. You wanted to spend the rest of time dreaming of holding each other without worrying that the other didnât feel the same.Â
But it wasnât quite over yet.
You were sitting alone on the dock, working away at braiding the bracelet you were finishing up for Mat when you heard footsteps behind you and looked up to find him, his hair sun-dried and fluffy in the breeze and a fresh drink in his hand. âWow, thatâs really coming along, huh?â His voice was a blanket of familiarity washing over you. You would never get tired of hearing it.
âYeah, it is.â You smiled up at him. âWhen you want something hard enough, you really gotta work for it.â You reached up to grab his empty hand, wrapping the bracelet around his wrist to see how much more you had to get done. Your fingers lingered on his skin for a few moments longer than they should have, and you both noticed the delicate change in atmosphere before you pulled away completely.
âYou mind if I join you here?â
âAnytime, Mat.â
So he sat down next to you, watching the colors fade from the sky and dipping his toes in the water with you and closing his eyes in pure bliss. You were both warm and smelled of saltwater and sunscreen, your breath tasting of the lemonade you had had after dinner, and whatever alcoholic drink Mat was currently sipping on; your cheeks and nose were still slightly rosy from the sun, faces hurting from smiling and laughing too much with him. If this wasnât the perfect recreation of your first family trip with him all those years ago, you werenât sure what was.Â
Everything was soft and quiet until Mat spoke up from next to you. âYou know, sunsets on the east coast arenât that cool.â
âOuch!â You mocked offense, bringing a hand to your heart. âWow, I invite you on this vacation with me and all you can do is insult it? Iâll rethink ever bringing you back.â He threw his head back in a cackle- the one you loved so much.
âNo, I just mean⊠itâs cooler seeing the sunset over the ocean, donât you think?âÂ
You shrugged. âI donât know, donât really wanna inflate your ego any more.â
He chuckled a bit more, always a welcomed sound in your ears. âGuess I gotta take you out west then, try to convince you.âÂ
âReally?â
âYeah, really. Iâll take you to Vancouver with me when I go home. We can head to the beach from there. My mom would love to meet you.âÂ
âYou told your parents about me?â
âOf course. I told them all about you after we caught up. They remember you, they even still have pictures of us somewhere. Theyâd love you.âÂ
There was something about that moment... He was shirtless, the sun was going down behind him and casting a pretty halo around his head, his eyes held yours intensely, with unanswered questions. You tried to ignore the way his skin glistened in the light, the way his thick thighs were spreading out deliciously as he sat, the way you were sitting so close to him that the outside of your bare thigh was touching his, the way you were leaning back on your hands with your pinky loosely tangled with his. There was something about that moment, talking about his family and how much theyâd love to meet you, how there are still pictures floating around of you and Mat as children, of the one summer that changed everything for you. There was something about that moment that almost had you leaning in. Â
âKids, weâre heading home!â
You turned away from him quickly, scooting your leg away and pulling your hand from his. Maybe hearing your motherâs voice was what pulled you back into reality. You couldnât kiss him. Not now.
âYeah, yeah!!â You pulled yourself up off the dock, extending a hand to help Mat up, and smiling when his big palm touched yours, warm and soft. âWeâre coming!âÂ
This wasnât how you wanted the day to end, but maybe it was for the best.
You could break the boundaries of friendship, push the limits to your relationship with Mat, stick your toe in and test the waters, but was it worth it? Maybe you should just try to avoid your feelings for him. Maybe it would be best to suffer in silence for the rest of your life. Shove those feelings down inside of you and swallow your words only to spend your nights dreaming of how it would feel to sleep next to him, to roll over into his arms. Maybe it was best to love him from afar. Rather that than ruin what was an amazing friendship.Â
Right?
#smile like sunshine#mat barzal#op#fic#mathew barzal#imagine#mat barzal imagine#fanfiction#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nhl writing#I'M VERY PROUD OF THIS!!!!#LIKE SO PROUD#ITS THE LONGEST THING IVE WRITTEN TO DATE#the entire fic is up to 29k i think#its 2am now bedtime
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Pokemon Journeys Episode 58 Review
Pokemon Journeys Episode 58. Letâs review:
Another 2-story filler episode, and Iâm gonna be honest, just like the last one, it was kinda boring. The first story basically involved Ash and Goh saying stupid stuff and getting into a stupid situation involving a group of Hoenn Mons. Yâknow, just like the last one with the Marshtomp. The overall plot of rolling up into a massive ball of destruction was just super uninteresting. In fact, Chowder did that plot far more better years ago. This just makes me miss the good oleâ filler Sun and Moon had to offer, where they changed the formula as much as they could to give us new and interesting things, like that one pancake race.
Speaking of racing, the second story was kinda annoying to get through. Meowthâs entire commentary of translating all the Pokemon was just unneeded considering there were no humans around. Just give the Pokemon subtitles or have the narrator translate over them as they talked, just as the anime has done before. The only notable thing I remotely liked was the expressive Blastoise pyramid, but that only lasted for a few frames.
Overall, Iâd give this episode a 4/10. Next episode weâre finally getting Grookeyâs debut. People constantly debate and argue over whether Ash or Goh should get Grookey for their team, but considering weâre past the 50-episode mark of the series, Iâm just glad we can finally get the freakinâ Galar Grass Starter in the anime already. Seriously writers, why would you wait this long?
#pokemon#pokemon journeys#anipoke#pokeani#ash ketchum#pikachu#goh#chloe#professor cerise#ren#chrysa#team rocket#jessie#james#meowth#wobbuffet#gulpin#chewtle#turtwig
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âStarâ Teaser Analysis
(disclaimer: this is less of an âanalysisâ and more of a âpointing out possible connections to past lore without really theorizing on what it could meanâ since im not good at coming up with actual theories ;;)
Well, I wasnât expecting Loona to drop a teaser out of nowhere, but here we are! Even in this short teaser we can see that the lore is continuing from Why Not. Analysis under the cut!
ok so first off, the pairings we get in the group shot are very interesting. we get a close-up of everyone. first is chuu and go won:
who have obviously been paired together before via their scenes in so what:
as well as just both being members of yyxy. (although during why not they werenât in the same subunit)
next, we have jinsoul and kim lip:
aside from both being members of OEC, them in particular out of the 3 are connected, as they worked together in love cherry motion to lure choerry to cosmos/the middle world (jinsoul leaving the cherry & kim lip using the flashing mirror thing)
^^^ (seen in the ârevealâ teaser)
^^^ (kim lip is seen in the LCM field in the ârevealâ teaser so this is most likely her)
anyways, then we have the final group before we go to solo shots of the girls sitting by themselves; olivia hye, yves, and heejin:
heejin and yves donât have any particular connections as far as I know, (let me know of anything if there is!) but olivia has connections to both yves and heejin. letâs start with yves.
obviously theyâre both members of yyxy, but as most of you know, it runs deeper than that. iâll try to summarize since thereâs a lot to their relationship.
the lyrics of egoist seem to imply that olivia trusted yves at one point (and perhaps even loved her), but something happened that severed their bond, known only as âletting her fallâ - itâs unclear if thatâs literal or a metaphor for something else, but the important thing is that olivia gained a deep-seated anger (what she in yyxy represents as seen in âoneâ) towards yves.
(this possibly led to olivia killing vivi in order to hurt yves, but thatâs a whole other theory, letâs get back on track lol)
anyways, in hi high, we see olivia being reluctant to join the rest of loona, but eventually she jumps down from eden after seeing yves smiling up at her from earth, so it seems in the end olivia forgave yves for whatever happened.
they seem to be on good terms, since olivia is literally resting her head on yvesâ shoulder, but if this is the same altered timeline as why not, then itâs possible that in this timeline nothing bad ever happened between them.
we get a rehash of egoist in why not, but it only parallels the aesthetics of that mv - itâs unclear if olivia was doing what she was doing because of drama with yves like in the og predebut timeline or for some other reason.
anyways, what matters is they are connected. now letâs move onto heejin.
olivia and heejin are ALSO pretty obviously connected. heejin is the first girl to be revealed, and olivia is the last. they meet at the end of egoist:
and have been seen to parallel each other during the likes of so what and other material. while heejin is often interpreted to be some kind of god-figure in the loonaverse, a force of good, olivia is often made out to be the bad guy - burning the moon in so what, refusing to join the rest of loona in hi high, etc. this can also be seen in their outfits - heejin in white, olivia in black.
anyways, thatâs enough about olivia. letâs get back to the teaser. after getting close ups of all the girls in the first group shot, we get this:
a shot of two hands separating, a close up of heejin opening her eyes, and a shot of heejin waking up in a bed of pillows and looking around. now what does this remind you of?
thatâs right - itâs egoist babey!! you thought we were done with olivia? HAH
ok, on a more serious note. this clearly parallels the opening of egoist in which we get a shot of hands (which from promo pictures we know to be yves and oliviaâs) separating, and then olivia opens her eyes and wakes up on a matress.
it also seems to somewhat parallel oliviaâs appearance in the XIIIX teaser, where she wakes up at the bottom of a staircase.
back to the star teaser, we then get this shot:
from the blurry reflection im gonna tenatively say this is hyunjin, but it could also be choerry. or who knows, maybe itâs both! they are counterparts after all.
(if it is choerry, itâs interesting that weâre getting her staring at her reflection again - perhaps another appearance of the other choerry from the flipped side of the mobius strip?)
we then see go won standing in front of the same window, looking somewhat surprised or intrigued. go won has connections to both hyunjin and choerry, so either one makes sense.
go won made the bracelet that the cat delivers to hyunjin in around you, as seen in see saw when she completes it and gives to said cat:
(along with a cat also appearing in go wonâs solo mv one&only)
go won also set out a table for choerry in her castle, as seen by the cherries on the plate in one&only. choerry also directly appears in the one&only mv, delivering an apple to go won by yves:
so whether itâs hyunjin or choerry, the connection makes sense.
after go wonâs window shot, we get a shot of chuu sitting on the floor. this seems to be one of many âfiller shotsâ - there for the mv, not the lore. all loona mvs have them - most dance breaks, any shots where theyâre singing directly to the camera, etc. i will be skipping these since i dont see any lore significance in them - if you or someone else does, great! i probably just missed it lol
anyways, the next shot i want to talk about is the one right after the chuu one.
we see heejin walking into a circle with the other members. there arenât any connections i can think of so to speak, (other than the fact that heejin is standing beside hyunjin and olivia, both whom have connections with her) but we get another shot of this scene after one of heejin amongst the stars.
satanic ritual with the girls xoxoxo
ok but in all seriousness, i feel like this post has significance. loona is no stranger to magic (1/3 literally cast an âarcane spell of loveâ to rescue yeojin in sonatine), so itâs possible that they are doing some sort of spell or something.
 the pattern on the ground seems to resemble the sun, but knowing loonaâs long-standing connections with the moon, and the burning moon in why not that appeared to be the sun, this could also be the moon; specifically, the moon after olivia set it on fire in so what.
perhaps theyâre trying to âhealâ it/return it back to normal? we see them dancing on the (perfectly ok) moon in why not, so perhaps this scene takes place between the burning moon scenes in why not and the moon dancing scenes? who knows.
another big thing i noticed is that theyâre organized by subunit AND reveal order!!!
if you start at heejin and go counter-clockwise around the circle, theyâre all in reveal order!!!Â
heejin -> hyunjin -> yeojin -> vivi -> kim lip -> jinsoul -> choerry -> yves -> chuu -> go won -> olivia hye
thatâs just... so cool to see aksjgjkagshjk ;;;
ok letâs continue.Â
this next shot (aside from being really cool, im sure this is gonna become plenty of peopleâs headers lol) sort of reminds me of the og midnight festival teaser image. idk, maybe itâs just the twinkly stars and chuu looking back at the camera. as a sidenote, the arrangement of the girls in this shot doesnât seem to have any meaning.
we get a bunch of filler shots of the girls (looking stunning as always!!) and then we get THIS:
ONCE AGAIN, HEEJIN & OLIVIA!!! this was the first scene in the teaser to actually make me squeal out loud lol.Â
this part seems to signify whatâs been shown before - heejin and olivia are parallels, counterparts, opposites. heejin is the first girl; she is light, good, regal and godly. olivia is the last girl; dark, âevilâ, lowly and broken.
i find their expressions interesting. heejin once again has this very regal look about her, and while olivia gazes directly at her, heejin is focused on their touching hands. she looks almost.... bored. it gives me this sense of like âugh, i cant believe im having to associate with HERâ kinda vibe. idk, maybe thatâs just me.
olivia on the other hand doesnât seem to have any sort of distaste in her expression, she just has this focused, intent look towards heejin. i wonder if thereâs any significance in the fact that olivia is looking right at heejin, while heejin avoids eye contact and instead looks at their hands?
a few filler shots later, and we get this one with yeojin and go won:
the first thing i thought of when i saw this was that part in the â#3âł teaser for so what with go won and chuu:
although itâs interesting to note that while in that shot, both go won and chuu turn around to peek at the camera, in this one, only yeojin turns her head while go won stays faced away.
at first i was a little confused, since connections between yeojin and go won didnât immediately pop to mind. but then i remembered a connection between them i had been thinking about literally like a week ago - theyâre both princesses!
go won seems to live in some sort of castle in one&only and is repeatedly seen with crown imagery or actual crowns:
yeojinâs princess imagery is a bit less obvious, but she wears a white dress with a tiara and is seen dreaming about princes and becoming a princess.
thereâs also some theory that states that this flower thing yeojin wears on her chest in her main outfit for the mv is supposed to represent royalty IRL or something like that (i dont remember)
so there is a connection there, even if they havenât really interacted one-on-one before.
after the shot of yeojin and go won, we get this shot:
choerryâs divorced moms
KFJSKGHJ OK IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, why do they look so.... passive aggressive?? theyâre not smiling, theyâre just staring at each other in this relaxed yet oddly confrontational way...
weâve already gone over their connection, but i wanted to leave this in since i feel it has significance of some sort.
after a shot of hyunjinâs hair blowing in some unseen wind, we return to the first group shot, with them all admiring the floating stars together, and thatâs where the teaser ends.
Whew! That was a lot! Iâm sorry this got so long, once I started analyzing there was more than I thought there was.
Please reblog or reply with your own observations or theories, Iâd love to hear them! Iâm very excited to see what this new MV brings us this Wednesday!
- infizero
#loona#star teaser#star mv#analysis#theory#theories#star#teaser#mv#loonaverse#12:00#why not#meta#?#lore
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Custom Toonami Block Week 73 Rundown
Code Geass: Lelouch and co. are still stuck in China and Xingkeâs flipping out because the Chinese assholes are gonna kill the Empress and go with someone less problematic for their political marriage to Britanniaâs creepily overaged prince. However Lelouch pulls out a Knightmare thatâs basically the Twink version of the Gawain and busts everyone up as well as pulling a Father Cornello on them and letting the people know theyâre all elitst 1% assholes that donât care about them, which I suspect all countries probably know about their leaders but it sucks to hear it in a recording so riots show up all over China and CC Geass Flashes Anya to take her out so Britannia has to back out because the Chinese Hierarchy are now the least popular people in the world. So Xingke gets to be with his Empress and joins the Black Knights but Dietard wants the Empress to marry someone on their side so they can basically do the asshole move Britannia just tried to do but for them. All the girls are like âhey noâ and Lelouch is like âOh hey Tamaki buddy, letâs go talk and get me the fuck out of hereâ so before Lelouch actually has to give Tamaki more lines and elevate him beyond the Black Knightâs Yamacha Shirley calls and Lelouch just straight up asks Shirley about love in a weirdly forced series of circumstance. But Shirleyâs like âYeah donât fuck with love, donât you love anyone?â and Lelouch is like âYeah I do, Nunally!â and I donât think thatâs at all what Shirley meant but it does mean Lelouch sees that fighting for something beyond politics is powerful and agrees to not marry off the twelve year old girl, so thatâs good. Lelouch decides to return home while they hunt down the Geass cult which is in China for some reason despite that being one of the like two places on earth Britannia doesnât control and the Geass Cult largely being a Britannian affair. Meanwhile Sayoko is basically a Lelouch Vtuber at this point with her insanely accurate Lupin III mask of Lelouch and kisses Shirley so Shirleyâs a little bit more gay than she was before and is not sure how to feel about that. When sheâs about to tell the real Lelouch he kisses like a girl, Anya and Gino show up because weâre retreading the whole âsleeping with the enemy at schoolâ thing from the first season except with way less interesting enemies. Also the preview for the next episode is Lelouch dramatically talking about enemies finding out heâs Zero overtop footage of Shirley and Milly absolutely naked in a batthouse scene so I think we know what kind of episode thatâll be.
Inuyasha:Â The Panther Demon filler concludes with everyone meeting at the site where the Panther Master is being revived behind a strong barrier, if only someone just got a barrier upgrade to their sword, oh wait. But yeah everyone manages to free the hostages so even though Kagomeâs jewel shards revives the Panther Master heâs still a zombie without a sacrifice which is weird since Naraku managed to completely revive the Band of Seven with one jewel shard each from skeletons and the Panther Lord has three shards so idk the rules here but yeah he steals the souls of his own men to revive and is Wind Scar Proof because he just is. Itâs pretty cool to see him shooting his claws and lightning and shit but heâs too big and slow for it to be much of an interesting fight. Sesshomaruâs about to go full demon which would be interesting since we havenât seen his full demon form since he lost his arm but in a neat bit of character development, Tenseiga calms his rage and tells him to use it instead. You get the feeling Sesshomaru only goes full demon when he flies off the handle and forgets about speed and strategy so him opting to not repeat the mistake he made against Inuyasha is pretty cool. Anyway Tenseiga heals the souls of the Panther Demons and drains their energy from the lord so heâs back to Zombie Cat Man which Inuyasha can Wind Scar because thatâs what happens to villains on this show, all Wind Scars all the time. The Panthers donât wanna fight anymore since their boss just killed them and tell Inuyasha to tell Sesshomaru the feud is over and theyâre going back to the West. Honestly this is basically the same backstory they gave Kirinmaru in Yashahime so itâs funny for them to say theyâre going back to the same place Kirinmaru is from, wonder if itâll ever come up in Yashahime since most filler seems canon there.
Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Kuwabara continue the assault on Tarukaneâs compound and basically plow through the lower demons easy since theyâve been fighting minor deities up to this point. Itâs always pretty cool in Shonen to just have a few rounds to show how much power creep the heroes have had where certain things just donât bother them anymore. Toguro murders a Chimera which has an oddly similar backstory to Nina from FMA and he seems really bummed about it but heâs like âHey weâre both monsters made by humans telling us to do shit, so sorry for killing you broâ. And Tarukane basically sees Toguro is the next boss and is like âYup time to scam some people off of thisâ and he sets up a betting ring for how far Yusuke and Co will get into his compound. This is kinda neat because it puts Tarukane in the weird position of betting against his own guards and hoping Yusuke will make it all the way to Toguro and then lose after everyone else has seen how awesome Yusuke is and bets on him. And funnily enough Sakyoâs in on the betting and heâs watched anime before so he knows to bet on the plucky teenagers with weird powers. So yeah Yusuke and Kuwabara finish plowing through the demons while Hiei kinda stalks them and remembers getting his eye surgery and wanting to help his sister but itâs kind of against spirit world rules for demons to just go plow through humans even if theyâre scumbag humans so now Yusuke and Kuwabara have to go fight the Triad of boss demons Toguro has under him before Hiei busts in and just murders everyone for kidnapping his bird-loving jewel-crying little flower of a sister.
Fate Zero: So Kiritsugu can break Kaynethâs Terminator 2 Gaara defenses with rib bullets that just say ânoâ to using magic and fucks his arrogant ass up. Saber and Lancer do some combo shenanigans to stab Caster right in the book and disrupt all his hentai tentacle demons but the book heals so idk why he canât just make more. Kirei fucks up Maiya and Iris but didnât double tap Maiya and DID double tap iris but sheâs got Saberâs bullshit healing scabbard on her which no one knows about so Saberâs like âuhhh why are you healingâ and Iris canât tell her so sheâs basically âUhh internet?â Lancer comes in to save Kaynethâs worthless ass and tells Kiritsugu to stop being a dick to Saber because sheâs pretty dope. But as usual for an early Fate encounter, no one dies and nothing of terrible consequence happens despite it being teased a couple times. Iâve noticed a trend with Fate that it really doesnât like killing characters early so youâre basically guaranteed to have the first 2-3 major battles have a zero net gain/loss. Rider in UBW was probably the subversion to that since it happened crazy fast and anticlimactic but even that wasnât till like ten episodes in.
Konosuba: So we finally meet Wiz the big booby Lich and Kazuma learns a new skill, both fun things. Also the gang gets a house to stay in after escapades with an army of haunted dolls and the most âI need to peeâ in a horror setting since Corpse Party. But yeah, good progress this time honestly, the living in a stable gag was getting kind of old so Kazumaâs a bit stronger now and they have a home base so thatâs pretty cool. Also Wiz is a Demon General or some shit but no one cares cause there ainât no money in murdering busty zombie waifus.
Sailor Moon Crystal: So turns out Minako is Princess Serenity, except everyone who knows anything about Sailor Moon or indeed plot structure knows Sailor Moon is Princess Serenity, thatâs like the Luke I Am Your Father of this series. But still turns out Minako has been guiding everyone with the power of video games but also thinks the power of friendship sucks and sheâs gotta go do everything alone. This makes things super awkward because Mamoruâs pretty sure he was in love with the Princess but likes Usagi, now instead of running with this interesting thread of a reincarnation falling in love with someone new weâre gonna do the reveal that Usagiâs the princess and the whole âtill death do us partâ part of marriage was just a metaphor and youâre stuck with one person no matter how many times you reincarnate. But yeah, Minako fights the bad guy on top of the tower but he has Narakuâs Barrier now and Minako doesnât have the Red Tessaiga upgrade yet so she needs the power of friendship but this barrier is friendship-proof and this fight is basically a bunch of kids on the playground making up increasingly stupid powers that negate the other powers the other guy just made up. Anyway Tuxedo Mask shows up and is like âHoly shit Sailor Moon I love when you kiss me and kick ass, go get em sweetie Iâll hold your flowerâ and they kiss and Usagi has learned that if she just pretends she got this the power of her confidence will beat the bad guy. Unfortunately she does not got this and Tuxedo Mask has to pull a Piccolo and throw himself in front of the blast.
Durarara!!: Â So now that weâve had our climax for the arc we have a six month timeskip and everyoneâs just kinda living life, Mika and Seiji are being clinically insane together, thereâs cops harassing Celty to the point of mental breakdown (normal cop stuff) Shinraâs dadâs in town, Namieâs become Izayaâs secretary for blackmail shit, you know, normal stuff. Also thereâs a katana-wielding maniac going around slashing people and Anriâs being bullied and sexually harassed to the point of mental collapse, normal stuff.
#ooc#Toonami#Custom Toonami Block#Code Geass#Inuyasha#Yu Yu Hakusho#Fate Zero#Konosuba#Sailor Moon Crystal#Durarara!!
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Iâve apparently consumed enough X-Men Evo and Kodd content recently that it has infiltrated my dreams. Highlights from last night include:
- ghosts but not really
- soft Todd being a little stupid and man do I love him
- why is Todd on the moon
- Kurt in a crop top
- mutant named Careless Whisper
I wrote out more details under the cut. This was a wild enough dream that I wasnât even mad I overslept.
Inside of what may or may not have been meant to be the X Mansion, but was certainly smaller and shabbier, there was a large room with glass walls that would occasionally show flickering figures. Some nights, the figures solidified, although their image was still ghostly. It was determined that this was a procession of the potential dead, mimicking their way through one last facsimile of life before passing on.
There were multiple phases to this final ghostly display, most notable of which was a dancing procession that looped around the ring of the room. Each person danced in their individual groups of 3 or 4, with people determined to be their soulmatesânot romantic, per say, but people who had important places in their heart and life. Some of these people appeared to be filler images, concocted either because the personâs loved ones were not dead, or because they had no such people.
I watched from the dream-bestowed form of an unknown mutant who would later solidify into a character dubbed Careless Whisper. She had perfect mimicry abilities that resulted in a constantly fluctuating accent and could disconnect her consciousness at will to travel relatively freely, leaving her unconscious body behind for a time, so long as the consciousness remained grounded to something else. I do not know her name. We will call her Cera.
Cera watched with a deep, aching sadness as the procession of the dead progressed around the ring. Perhaps she knew Todd, as she watched him closer than any other, but it is more likely she recognized in him a scared young man who life had wronged, and her heart ached with the knowledge that few would mourn his passing.
Also present among the potential ghosts was Kurt. The two danced in separate groups, but the groups were next to each other. As Cera watched, Toddâs ghost seemed to gain awareness of his situation, to understand that this was a final lilting waltz before death, and he removed himself from his group to approach Kurt. Kurt danced hand-in-hand with the faded image of a girl who might not have even been real. Rather than come between the dance, Todd wrapped his arms around Kurtâs middle from behind and leaned his head against Kurtâs back, a final embrace before inevitability claimed them. Kurt faltered, his hands coming to rest on Toddâs arms. The smiling girl did not react, and her hands remained outstretched as though Kurt were still holding them.
The dancing came to a close, and the souls gathered before what I believe was Mystique, rallying the dead for some unknown cause. But before anything else could be revealed, the images flickered out as the door to the house banged open to reveal an alive but also very sick Todd. By the time Cera made her way over, Todd was already being lambasted with questions from a handful of other mutants. Cera forced her way through the crowd and insisted that they could interrogate Todd after checking to make sure he was okay. Todd seemed genuinely surprised that someone was showing him actual concern, but he didnât protest.
Anyway turns out the idiot had accidentally eaten, like, poisoned sausages or something and thatâs why he was gonna die. He threw up in a glass cup Cera grabbed for him (I think an old kitchen had been turned into a makeshift infirmary) and slept it off and then he was fine. Literally that was it thatâs all it took, he stopped showing up in the glass after that.
Cera basically adopted a begrudging Todd as her younger brother, because Iâm apparently obsessed with the idea of Todd having siblings that care about him, and then they went on a bunch of hijinks and whatever together. This is where the dream got hazier but they DID end up vandalizing the moon at one point. Todd somehow found a portal that led there and Cera just linked her consciousness to his presence and so badda-bing badda-boom, moon time.
Eventually Cera did confirm that Todd had a HUGE crush on Kurt, and she apparently had taken a video of the ghostly dance, and so they embarked on a quest to save Kurt from some unknown peril. I woke up just as they were about to figure out what was up with that, but I do recall that Kurt was just casually wearing a crop top, one of those kinds that looks like it was once a sporty shirt with drawstrings, and lemme tell you, Todd.exe stopped responding for a little bit.
If you read this far⊠why, but also thank you? Feel free to use this as fic inspiration, just tag me so I can read it because I crave Kodd content.
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SĂ©bastien - Male Werewolf x Male Reader
not sfw. 4886 words. you meet and fall in love with werewolf and busker, sébastien.
You missed seeing the stars.Â
You missed seeing the stars deeply â a horribly indescribable feeling you felt deep in your core everytime you looked up at the night sky â because Manhattan had no stars. It hadnât had stars for a long time, and it probably never would.Â
Growing up in rural suburbia had few pluses, but at the very least there was space. Between the lack of restaurants, idealistic white picket fences, and families with two-and-a-half children, there were glimpses of beauty: picturesque forests, a wide open sky, and the stars. You used to go stargazing just about every week with your father well into adolescence (and partly into adulthood), until he died and left you with this mess. You moved to the city, and, well, here you are.
You looked out onto your balcony. It would have been a good spot for stargazing. Only 22 and you were living the American Dream: renting an apartment with an okay view of the adjacent building and a shittily constructed fire escape. You felt like it could collapse at any moment and you would get to recreate âFire on Marlborough Street.â Truly the American Dream.
It was time for your daily walk. Despite the fact that you lived in Manhattan, you never left your apartment except for work and this walk. You had no real friends and Upper Manhattan was basically just banks and pharmacies, anyway.Â
You lived within walking distance of the park, so your routine was partially through there. You put on a jacket and left, not completely sure that you locked the door.Â
There was a guy playing the violin about six feet from where you were sitting, and he looked to be about your age. He was really good at what he did, playing a song that sounded nothing like the Suzuki viola books you played from as a child. You never learned the names of any classical composers so you guessed. Debussy? Bach? Vivaldi? Who knows?
He had an open case next to his boots, with about 20 dollars in various amounts. There was also a small card linking to his social media. You pulled up his Instagram, and, well, you hated to admit it, but he was really attractive. In all the pictures, his hair was styled into a wavy bun, although in real life his hair was down. He was currently wearing a bomber jacket and black jeans, and he was fit. Not fit enough to be gross, but in a casual way where you pretend to not care about how you look but you really do.
You dropped five bucks into his case. He looked at you and smiled a cute smile. You smiled back, and then tried to hide it by speaking. âThatâs so beautiful. How long have you been playing the violin?â you asked.
âThis is a viola,â He stated back, ceasing the music and holding his viola out. He ran his hand down the back of it like that meant anything to you.
âShit,â You recalled when you played viola as a teenager. Anger was the only emotion you could feel when people called the instrument the wrong name, even though it was a pretty benign mistake. For a split second, you considered telling this to him, but doing that felt like it would make the situation about you and, subsequently, worse. You decided on a simple: âIâm sorry. Fuck.â
âHey hey hey, youâre fine, darling,â He responded warmly. No one had called you a pet name in a long time. âMost people donât apologize. Some people argue with me, as if, no, SĂ©bastien, youâve lost it and youâre actually playing a violin,â You laughed. âIâm SĂ©bastien, by the way.â
French. That was a gross first thought you had, but he was indeed French. You told him your name.
âOh, I love that. Iâm going to apologize for snapping.â
âSĂ©bastien, itâs so totally fine. I know the feeling of people assuming the instrument you play,â Apparently you were going to tell him. Okay.Â
âI must say, itâs always violinists,â SĂ©bastien said.Â
âOh my god, I so fucking know!â You unconsciously stamped your feet into the dirt to let out the emotion you were feeling.
âI hate violinists.â
âHate âem. So stuck up.â
âI know. I actually used to play the violin religiously, but then my teacher told me I would have better luck finding a job if I played viola because there were so many violinists. Guess what, I canât get an orchestral job anyway,â You both laughed. âI do think viola jokes are funny though.â
âWait,â You said with a bit too much excitement. âWhat's the difference between a viola and a coffin?â
You could tell SĂ©bastien knew the joke about halfway through, because he smiled and tried to hide it. âThe coffin has the dead person on the inside. I love that one.â He laughed.Â
You talked for what felt like an hour â about your musical experiences and upbringings and hobbies and pretty much everything â although it was realistically a lot longer. SĂ©bastien was born in France and moved here when he was young, and has been trying to do music ever since. It was still midday when you went out to walk and it was dark now. You stared at him illuminated by a streetlight that didnât particularly flatter his face, but he still looked good.Â
âWould youâŠâ SĂ©bastien hesitated and spoke quietly. âWould you want to get coffee with me?âÂ
You smiled. âHell yes, dude!â Your mind flooded with first date spots. âThereâs this really cute place by my apartment we can stop by now and then we could probably go starga-â You abruptly stopped and looked at him. SĂ©bastienâs lips were pursed. Fuck. There arenât any stars in Manhattan.Â
âSure, darling!â He got down and put the money from his case into his bag. He started to put his viola away. âIâve been busking for a while now and believe it or not fingerless gloves donât warm you up all that much.â SĂ©bastien paused. âAlthough maybe no stargazing.â
You felt the smile on your face start to lower. You hadnât even noticed you were smiling until now. âNot even for the fuck of looking at an empty night sky except for the moon and the beeps of a satellite?â
âItâs like a metaphor.â He picked the case up and looked up at the sky for slightly too long. âAlright, Iâm just gonna say it.â Heâs a murderer. Heâs already murdered you and youâre a ghost. This is the afterlife: talking to a conventionally attractive viola player.
âYeah?â you asked.
âIâm a werewolf.â He didnât necessarily look ashamed but you could tell he wasnât exactly confident in what he was saying.
You had never actually met a werewolf, because the suburbs had no diversity and you never left your apartment. You actually did quite like werewolf porn, but admitting that you had both never seen a werewolf in real life and fetishized their existence would make you look really weird. âNice.â You were excited.Â
You had been seeing SĂ©bastien for about a week now, and were about to go through with your promise of coffee and shitty stargazing. The coffee place had been closed the first time because it was too late, so you tried again earlier. You deliberately planned this for the full moon, and, although you told yourself you wanted to feel guilty about setting up the date for werewolf sex, you didnât. You could feel guilty after he pumped his jizz into you for the first time.
âHey, Yasmeen,â you said. âI love your new hijab.â You really did. Yasmeenâs hijab was eggshell white with small gold stars.Â
âThanks, love. Youâre paying for it. Literally. Youâre buying my coffee and thus paying my salary.â She chuckled and motioned to SĂ©bastien. âWhoâs the piece of ass?â
âArenât you in a relationship? And gay?â
âIâm like an illiterate nun, love.â
âRightâŠ?â
âI can look at the menu, I just canât order.âÂ
âGod, Yasmeen.â She laughed at herself again. âAnyway, Iâll have a black coffee and one of those stupid little sandwiches, and SĂ©bastienâs gonna have a pumpkin spice latte.â
âSĂ©bastien? French.â
âI know, right?â You said this a little bit louder than you should have.
âHe has some audacity asking for a pumpkin spice latte in early January, especially since this isnât a Starbucks.â
âJust make it for him.â
âAlright, love.â She put her hands up to indicate innocence. âYouâre not normally this snappy.â
âHeâs hot. And interesting.â
âFair enough.â Yasmeen got to work making your drinks, and you sat down across from SĂ©bastien. It was a communal style table, which felt strange for such a small place, and the lighting was slightly too yellow to be flattering. You and SĂ©bastien were probably the last customers. He was typing into a document when you sat down, and promptly put his phone away.Â
âDo you know them?â SĂ©bastien asked.Â
âYeah, actually,â you responded. âYasmeen used to live in the apartment above me and we met like it was La BohĂšme. I actually used to call her Mimi until she eventually told me she didnât like it.â
âHuh. Did she need to light a candle?â
âYou know it.â
SĂ©bastien gazed down to your chest for a second, before reinstating eye contact. âWait, am I just being used as cannon fodder to boost the popularity of your friendâs cafe? Do you take men and force them to pay 10 dollars for coffee and a sandwich? Daily? Shame, darling, shame.â
âYou arenât the first man to realize that, SĂ©bastien, although you are the first man to realize that on the third date.â
âAnd you just tell them when they find out? You must get a lot of wrong numbers.â He laughed a gross laugh â hearty, somehow accented with French, and you felt the vibrations of it just by touching the table â but you enjoyed it nonetheless.Â
Yasmeen walked over. âHere is your black coffee,â She said, placing the drinks down. âAnd hereâs your pumpkin latte, love. The sandwich will be out in a bit.â SĂ©bastien looked at you with an empty, but seemingly loving stare, his lips pursed, before turning and thanking Yasmeen. Yasmeen walked away mouthing something to you. You assumed this was her approval, but assuming doesnât get anyone anywhere.Â
âThank you so much for ordering the coffee, darling,â he said with a smile. The way he said âdarlingâ felt less like a filler pet name tacked on at the end of the sentence and more like a deliberate choice.Â
âHell yeah, dude! Itâs payback for the photos you sent me. Also because I love you.â SĂ©bastien had sent you a few pictures of him in his werewolf form before your date with the attached message âI love you!!â That was the first love confession you had received in a while. He used more exclamation marks then you expected, but it was really cute.Â
The first thing you noticed when you opened the picture was his sense of aesthetic â sensible, if not a bit too minimalist. The second thing you noticed were his eyes, which were far more yellow than his human form. His fangs protruded out far further than most of the werewolves youâve seen, his fur was mostly gray except for his white chest and tummy, and he was fluffy as shit. The only thing he didnât show you was his cock, which you asked him to save for today.
âI love you too,â he said in a soft and light tone, which made you feel one too many emotions.Â
âI swear,â You said with a whisper and a lack of inhibition. âWhen I got to the last photo, the mirror selfie, I literally had to put my phone down because I was just like⊠thatâs so hot.â He was wearing a pair of black boxer-briefs that didnât do a great job of hiding his erection in the photo. âI saw your bed in the background and it shocked me how huge you were compared to it.â
âIâm not actually that tall in werewolf form, despite being 6 foot in real life. Most werewolves are, say, a foot larger.â
âReally?â
âI⊠I feel like thatâs kinda common knowledge.â
You took a sip of your coffee. It was disgusting. You erred on the side of caution as you said: âWhat do you mean?â
âHave⊠have you never seen a werewolf before?â
You laughed, not because anything was particularly funny, or awkward, or even to relieve anxiety. You just laughed to have the noise out there. âUm..â
âOh, God.â
âNo.â
âWHAT.â SĂ©bastien laughed, not deliriously or angrily but in pity. That isnât what you were expecting. âHow have you not⊠you did go to a shitty public school, huh?â
You were drinking coffee just to do something, and took a large gulp before speaking again. âI will not blame my upbringing on my ignorance, but yes.â
âQuestion, when do werewolves come out?â
âThe full moon.â
âReally, darling?â He pitied you. âWere you born in the 1800s? How much funding did your health class get?â
âI didnât have a health class.â
âOkayâŠâ He rubbed his temples light-heartedly, you hoped. âDo you know what a period is?â
âLike⊠blood?â
âNo, a werewolf period.â
âExplain.â
âThis is common knowledge. This is what you learn when the kid youâre babysitting turns into a werewolf and you donât realize so you call the hospital.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNo, itâs my duty to explain this to you. Your information about what werewolves are is really wrong. Youâre getting it from, like⊠fringe articles about the Dendera light bulb. People become werewolves for a few days a month.â
âOkayâŠ?â
âLike a period cycle.â
You smiled, because you found a way to turn your anti-werewolf slight into horrible flirting. âI donât think I understand. I might need hands-on experience. With a werewolf.â
SĂ©bastien raised one eyebrow. â...Oh, thank fucking god, youâre just flirting.â
âYeah. Definitely.â
âYeah, of course Iâll show you, darling. Iâll do anything if you donât scare me like that again.â
The full moon was going to come out, but itâs not like that mattered, because apparently werewolves arenât controlled by the moon. Okay. Whatever. The sky had nothing else to offer you, anyway.
SĂ©bastien put his viola case at the base of your bed and sat down. âI love your place, by the way,â he said. âYou have a fire escape?â
âThose things are death traps,â you responded, laughing and putting your black coffee in the fridge. You would never end up drinking it and only through it out 2 months later to make place for Thai food. âIâm way too anxious about it to step on it.â
âYouâre not that high up,â SĂ©bastien said with an abrupt pause. He pursed his lips. âNot suggesting you risk your safety if you donât want to. Just-â
âNah, I get you.â You sat down next to him and took his hand. âGod, I love you.â
âI love you too.â He breathed in a breath deeper than necessary, and stared at the ground. Uh-oh. â...Are we a thing, darling?â
âWeâre multiple things: Human beings. Lovers. A French violist werewolf and a poor 1893 poet.â SĂ©bastien glanced at you with an empty stare. âHell yeah!â
âNice.â
âJust gotta consummate it first,â you said.
âYouâre a loser, darling.âÂ
âAre we not gonna consummate it?â
âNo, we will, youâre just a loser thatâs bad at flirting.â
âIâll take it.â
âThatâs not the only thing youâll take.â
âOh, fuck you.â
SĂ©bastien fell backwards onto the bed with his wonderful, beautiful, gross laugh, feet slightly dangled off. His tank top rose slightly and exposed his navel. âAlright, let me get these off and you can climb on, darling.â SĂ©bastien put his thumbs into the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them to his feet. You were sad to see them go because they did particularly flatter him, but this sadness was replaced with a fluster when you saw his thighs.Â
His hips protruded out from his midriff with a strong curve, and his thighs were massive. SĂ©bastienâs thigh and calf muscles were defined in a natural way, from time spent outside and on his feet. Almost his entire thigh was exposed by the short, black briefs he was wearing, and he had a nice amount of hair which grew in thickness as it got closer to the inner of his thigh. You could imagine the feeling of running your hands against it, and it was pure bliss. His bulge was nice and hefty and you just wanted to shove your face into it.
âAlright!â He said. You moved and adjusted yourself to be sitting on his thighs. This was the highest above him you had actually ever been, and you briefly pondered what you looked like from his perspective.Â
You reached to grab his hand, but before you could he had already taken your hand and placed it underneath his bulge. You lifted your hand and felt his balls as if trying to determine the weight of a bag of fruit, which was a weird comparison but was also the only thought in your head the entire time, besides: âfuck me.âÂ
âYou like that, huh?â
âItâs like Iâm at a farmerâs market,â you said without thinking. He laughed.
âOh, shut up. You are SUCH a loser.â
He placed his right hand onto the small of your back. You could feel his cock harden in your hand, the tip underneath his balls and lying against your palm. His cock began to stretch out the fabric of his underwear. He began to grind his dick against your hand and it grew even more, to what you estimated to be about eight inches. âGood. Good, good boy,â he said with a gruff voice.
SĂ©bastien fixated his eyes onto yours and used his free hand to pull your head closer to his. âWait,â he said. You felt SĂ©bastienâs body stiffen and his grinding stop. âOh, god, this is such a stereotype.âÂ
You snorted. âWhatâs happening, dude?â
âIâm transforming.â He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. âI swear to God, darling, most werewolves donât transform on the full moon. My cycle just happened to line up with it.â âI trust you, dude,â you responded back.
SĂ©bastien smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. You closed your eyes and let him do his job. He pushed you down into the bed and climbed on top of you, maintaining a kiss the whole time. You put your hand down the back of his tank top and stroked, feeling the fur of a wolf grow in at a rapid pace. Your heart fluttered and you were almost too in awe of what you were feeling to do anything. It was soft and lovely to touch.
You felt the lips you were kissing become more furry and his tongue longer. His fangs grew in and pushed against the meat of your mouth, which was a foreign, but not painful experience. It became less kissing and more him licking at your mouth and face with a strong passion. You couldnât even begin to imagine how it felt for him right now. A mixture of both of your spits ran down your face, and you could feel a cock far different from the one you felt before hitting against your midriff.Â
Opening your eyes, you saw a werewolf before you. He was much, much larger than you expected, and you didnât just want to be fucked by this creature, but rather straddled and used as his personal cum dump. SĂ©bastien pulled away from the kiss and you caught a glimpse of his dick, bright red and huge. Just one sight of his knot made you want to scream.Â
âHow am I?â he said with a gross amount of confidence.
âSĂ©bastien, fuck me.â
He was moving his ass left and right and his cock followed, the tip running against your midriff. His tail was straight in the air, although from where you were you could only see the tip of it. He took his hand, or rather, at this point, paw, and began to unbuckle your belt, careful to not destroy any fabric with his claws. He took your jeans and underwear off with one motion.
You could see his intentions without thought. The tip of his cock was leaking a clear fluid and already at the base of your asshole, just begging to push in and destroy you.
âReady?â he asked.
âYou did NOT lube me up, dude.â
âI- Well.â He stuck his tongue out, and it reached far further down than you expected. âFine.â He bent down and licked your hole vigorously, lapping in and out as if he were drinking water from a bowl. SĂ©bastien made a mess of spit down there, and you were ready.
The noise you made as he pushed his cock into you was both disgusting and ungodly.
âAre you-â
âShut up and fuck me.â
He barked, and somehow there was a tinge of French in it. âDonât talk to me like that.â
âOr what?â
SĂ©bastien responded by pushing his cock a few inches further into you, stretching you out even further and rendering you unable to speak. He licked your nose and woofed. âGood boy.â
SĂ©bastien went at you for the next few minutes, grunting the whole time. He held you down into the bed with his paws and pushed his doggy cock in and out of you, in and out, in and out. You could feel his knot slam against the base of your asshole, and you knew you wouldnât be able to take it.
His pace quickened and his grunts started to turn into whimpers â desperate whimpers. He needed to dump his load into you and it needed to happen now. Your entire body had turned to nothing and you wouldnât be able to move for the next several days, but you tried gripping the bed sheets anyway. It didnât work.Â
You heard him howl and you felt his cum enter you. The neighbors would not like that.Â
He knotted you and you saw stars. Not in a positive sense, though. You didnât see the literal stars you saw stargazing growing up, the stars that Manhattan didnât have and that you so desperately wanted to see. You didnât see Sirius, or Proxima Centauri, or the Pisces constellation. What you did see was your vision clouding from the pleasure of feeling his jizz fill you, the pain of his knot, and every other emotion humanly imaginable before you passed out.Â
You woke up to a tap from a claw and the horrible sensation of SĂ©bastien pulling himself out of you. âDklfhsdkfshj,â SĂ©bastien said.
âWhat?â you responded.
âDKLFHSDKFSHJ.â Sure. Whatever. You were barely awake and didnât care, and somehow managed to take a pillow and bury your face in it. You could feel a wetness on the inner parts of your thighs and the bedsheets below you, as well as your own on your stomach.Â
SĂ©bastien took a fabric you were decently sure was his tank top and wiped up the seed he had left on you. It felt good, being pampered. Just the sensation of the touch of a human, or werewolf for that matter, could send you into a frenzy, so you were living the dream right now.Â
SĂ©bastien reached over and took the pillow off of your face. âOh, you did such a good job, darling. Youâre such a good boy.â
You groggily smiled. The sun was just about to set and the lighting was actually beautiful for once in your life. An orange and pink glow emanated from SĂ©bastienâs fur. He was still naked, although substantially less horny. The fur on his chest was so thick and furry that you just wanted to shove your face into it.Â
More of his nut left your body and he quickly wiped it up. âYeah,â he said. âThatâs not going to be fun.â
âHow⊠how much did you...â you tried to ask.
âIâve been pent up, alright?â
âI can tell.â
âDo you happen to have some spare⊠like⊠everything in my size?â
âYou donât prepare for changing size as a werewolf?â
âI wear elastic clothing before I become a werewolf, because Iâm not a loser. Like you.â
âHey.â
âI mean like underwear. And a tank top.â
âYou just came so much, huh?â
âDo you want to have to wear clothes covered in massive amounts of dried wolf nut?â
âFair point.â
You moved your hands to prop your body up, and while you expected to have a difficult time getting up you didnât expect to yell from the pain.
âSorry.â SĂ©bastien pretended to be humble.
âYouâre proud of this.â
âYeah,â he snorted. âI know.â
SĂ©bastien wrapped the blanket around you and adjusted you upright. You touched your hand to the bottom of his muzzle, pulled him in, and kissed him.
âIâm going to reheat my coffee from earlier. You want yours, darling?â
âNo thanks.â
SĂ©bastien bent over to take his coffee from the fridge, and the one benefit of living in a studio apartment was that you could see his ass as he did it. You couldnât tell if he was deliberately moving in a promiscuous manner, but the sight of the lighter fur below his tail was wonderful. He put the coffee in the microwave and leaned against the counter, and for the first time you saw just how big he was. SĂ©bastien crossed his arms and stared wistfully at you.
After a moment with only the sound of the microwave, he spoke. âYâknow what, darling, letâs go sit on the fire escape.â
âItâs almost dark. And itâs cold.â
âWe can watch the moon come out, and Iâm a giant fluffy werewolf if you donât remember. We can take the blanket out if you want.â
âOh, god, SĂ©bastien, that would be so nice.â
SĂ©bastien took his coffee out the microwave and picked you up, the blanket wrapped around you, and carried you over to the window. You were surprised by how easy this was for him, considering he was holding a hot coffee as well.Â
âYouâre not even gonna cover your ass?â you asked.Â
âYouâll be covering up anything I canât show to the public.â
âWhat if the people below us decide to have a nice, romantic evening on their fire escape, and they look up and see giant wolf butt?â
âIf anything, that would be even more romantic.â You both laughed. âFine.â He took the blanket and wrapped it around himself.
SĂ©bastien opened the window and you felt a cold rush of air on your face. He climbed out, carrying both you and his coffee, and sat down on the ledge. You sat on his lap and could feel his soft member against you, although you definitely were not in the mood to take it. You told yourself you wouldnât be able to take anybody ever again, although you knew that was a lie. SĂ©bastien wrapped his arms around you, and you felt warmth everywhere except for your face. He put his paw onto the top of your head and started to pet.
âAre you cold, darling?â he asked. You could feel his bottom jaw hit the top of your head as he spoke.
âNope!â You marveled at the sky in front of you. It was vast and empty except for the tops of buildings, and the sun was just about to go down. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, taking in the environment and general feeling of love.
SĂ©bastien moved his paw from your head to your thigh, and continued petting. You broke the silence.Â
âTeach me some French.â
âIn school, youâd start with the pronouns, so, I guess, âJeâ means âI.â âJe.ââ He said âJeâ with such a strong intent.Â
âNo,â You laughed. âI mean like romantic things.âÂ
âYou donât know âI love youâ already? âJe tâaimeâ?
âJe tâaime.â You spoke. You somehow couldnât pronounce it correctly. âJe tâaime.â
âI love you too, darling, but the vowel in âJeâ is a schwa.â He demonstrated. You tried again and still pronounced it wrong. âYouâll get the hang of it eventually.â
You laughed and stroked your hand against his thigh, just to get to feel his fur even more. You felt him press his chest into your back.
SĂ©bastien woofed a small woof and then you returned to your comfortable silence, watching the sun fall beneath the horizon. You realized you wouldnât actually be able to see the moon rise if you were currently watching the sun set, but you didnât want to say this out loud and break the atmosphere.
âI just realized weâre not gonna be able to see the moon.â Thank god SĂ©bastien said it before you did.Â
âHm.â You pushed your head back to be closer to SĂ©bastien. He wrapped his arms around your chest.
âWe can still look at the sky, even if it isnât stargazing, per se.â He adjusted you slightly. âLike, look at the beep of the light on top of that tower. Itâs beautiful in itâs own way.â âYeah.â It really was. You smiled, overwhelmed by everything that was happening. âI love you.â âI love you too, darling.â
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