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ssahotchnerr · 2 years ago
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okay so, I really don't like angst so I'll go with jealous!Hotch 🤭
Something like when Reader is at Jack's soccer game and Idk, a dad flirts with her? But when Jack sees that she's talking with someone who isn't Hotch, he calls her "mom" in front of the dad who's flirting with her, (bc he's jealous too 🤭) but Hotch hears him and he's kind of moved, but someone is flirting with his girl so he gets all jealous and starts like kissing her or something in front of the man? And the night they end up at his home, with Hotch showing her that she belongs to him 🤭
(feel free to change anything, don't worry, also, sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language 😭)
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🤭 minors dni cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, unwanted advances, suggestiveness, allusions to sex, small praise, dominant!jealous!possessive aaron 🦋 wc; 1.5k
early saturday mornings - grass still slightly wet from the dew, the sun slowly rising higher into the sky (threatening a hot day), sat alongside a soccer field - you couldn't imagine another place you'd rather be.
as aaron was the coach, you spent majority of jack's game sitting alone. it was a small price to pay; you were more than happy to cheer on jack from the sidelines, and to check aaron out as much as you wanted.
but most importantly, attending his games made you feel like you were a part of the family. the hotchners were closed off and let very few people in, and so your attendance here only solidified your role in both their lives. that aaron planned on keeping you around, and that jack trusted you. your role in his life wasn't to someday replace his mom, but rather you were just another person who simply loved him. you loved him like he was your own, and he knew it.
"mornin'," a voice pulled you from your thoughts; a familiar face amongst the other parents on the team, but you didn't know him by name.
you offered a quick, friendly smile, "good morning."
he set up camp near you, setting his foldable chair down and getting settled a few feet away. you paid him no mind, resuming your attention to something more worthy of your focus, such as how attractive aaron looked in the jeans he was wearing. and the game, obviously.
however, you could feel him peering at you from time to time, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
ten minutes or so passed before he spoke again, "so, big soccer fan?"
your eyes followed jack, who was dribbling the soccer ball down the field. your heart swelled with pride as he successfully kicked it to a teammate, "not until recently."
"me too." he offered you a look that he probably thought was slick, while you kept your gaze straight forward. "i'm always looking to score, if you know what i mean."
his words instantly caused your cheeks to burn, along with your whole body. it was clear he was objectifying you, with no good intentions in mind.
you didn't bother replying. hopefully, that would be a clear indicator for him to leave, or to leave you alone.
but he still chose to linger. and while he wasn't speaking, in your peripheral you kept noticing his head turn, gazing in your direction. his eyes were nearly burning a hole into you.
"shit." he swore as he suddenly stood up, picking up and moving his chair even closer to yours, "the grass is eating away at my chair. must've been that damn rain last night."
it hadn't rained last night.
the unsettling feeling he was causing you only grew, but again you didn't dare to say anything. the uncomfortableness only eased when the whistle finally blew, signaling halftime. this meant a water break and a small snack for the kids, and it meant aaron and jack would soon be joining you for a moment.
as expected, jack hurried towards you as soon as one of the other moms distributed him his snack, but paused abruptly as he reached you, his eyes scanning between you and the man. a confused expression filled his face, his bottom lip sticking out into a pout. it was the same one he produced whenever aaron gave him the fifteen minute warning for bedtime.
"mom," jack inserted himself in between the two of you, a small package of fruit snacks in hand, "can you open these for me?"
you froze for a spilt second, touched and surprised. you've been a constant in both aaron and jack's lives for almost a year now. but that title, was a first.
"of course sweet pea," you coughed a bit to clear your throat, and to stop the tears from surfacing, opening it for him.
"you did good out there kiddo," the dad spoke again, flashing a smile.
your fists clenched at that one - you knew he was trying to impress you, and you hated how he had decided to use interacting with jack to his advantage.
just wait until you find how he's the coach's son.
while you were furious, jack ever so slightly rolled his eyes, such an annoyed expression almost humorous for a child his age, choosing to focus on his snack and leaning comfortably against your shoulder.
and a minute or two later, aaron joined.
as aaron approached, his face nearly pulled into the same expression as his son's as he analyzed the visual in front of him. only his was accompanied with a more hardened, possessive aggressiveness.
"hi sweetheart," aaron greeted you, leaning in to kiss you once you were on your feet. it wasn't a chaste peck either, but rather more showy. his fingers grasped onto the waistline of your pants, pulling you flush to him. "enjoying the game?"
you nodded, still recovering from the unexpected heated kiss, looking down at jack who also was glued to your side, offering protection of his very own. you gave him a smile, ruffling his hair gently, "i think we've got a soccer star on our hands."
"speaking of," aaron started, straightening his torso and squaring his shoulders, making him appear taller. "jack, why don't you join the others. they're taking turns aiming at the goal before the game resumes."
with a nod, and after handing you the empty wrapper, jack ran off to his teammates. aaron was still holding his menacing glare, but dropped the entire expression suddenly.
"how are you feeling?"
"feeling...?" your eyebrows quirked in confusion.
"you're not too sore today, aren't you?" his eyes darted behind you, a rather confident, fiery glint within them. "i wasn't holding back last night, was i?"
oh.
"and now that i'm thinking about it, i don't think you've ever been that loud either."
aaron had always been a stickler for pda; any displays were kept to quick kisses, hand holding, and any suggestive comments were kept to a murmur, meant for you and you only. even when you tagged along with him to bau outings, such as a bar on a saturday night, he held back. anything more was private, and aaron preferred it that way - him being the only one to witness you in such a vulnerable state, was something he took gratification in, and only added to his overall pleasure.
so this, was something else. he wasn't speaking loud enough for all to hear, just enough for the man in question. your back was towards him, so you had no idea how he was reacting to aaron's words.
"i'm fine." you managed, your body also reacting immediately.
aaron's lips found home behind your ear, again conscience of his volume - just loud enough. "good, because i'm not done with you yet."
aaron's hand slid up to the small of your back, but not without stopping on the curve of your ass first - again he wasn't subtle about it, making sure it was noticeable.
and it had to be working, for the man hadn't uttered a single word.
"and actually, sweetheart." another glare pointed behind you. "would you mind helping me at the bench for the rest of the game? i could use an extra set of hands."
"of course." you blurted out, complying without a second thought.
"good girl," he was heavy on the emphasis, patting your hip affectionately. "c'mon."
you were visually flustered as you leaned down to gather your belongings, especially when aaron's hand rested on the small of your back as you did so. your eyes lifted to the man, who was avoiding all eye contact, staring off into the field with a flushed face.
once you straightened up aaron took your hand, leading you away.
"thank you." you mumbled as your hand slid up his arm, giving his bicep a squeeze.
aaron's jaw clenched. "i fucking hated the way he was looking at you."
"you wouldn't like what he was saying either." you mumbled, causing aaron's nostrils to flare in anger. but to calm him, you changed the subject, heat filling your cheeks again, "and you."
a pleased, closed lip smile graced his face. "what about me?"
"what was all that?" you teased, stomach fluttering. you already knew the answer, but it was something you wanted to hear from him again. "i've never heard you, so..."
he chuckled softly, an almost embarrassing undertone to his words. "vocal?"
"yeah." you blurted out, blinking. "it was hot."
aaron shrugged, satisfied but still agitated. "he was devouring you, practically undressing you with his eyes."
"well, i don't think he'll be trying anything again."
"i know he won't," aaron's eyes darkened as his overly confident demeanor resurfaced, his lips pulling into a smirk as one of his fingers tapped your neck, "especially when he sees you next week. because you won't be covering up those marks."
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personasintro · 1 year ago
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Mutual Help | #18
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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+
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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 
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Leaving your overthinking for the rest of the day has probably been one of the best decisions you've decided to make on this starting trip. You won't let yourself overthink all that stuff, not allowing yourself not to have fun and think through every Jungkook's action. It shouldn't matter if he did it to get Kiko's attention or not. You know her attention is subtly focused on the both of you, no matter how many times she's trying not to stare at you and act nice towards you. Maybe she just feels bad after you stormed at her, and you can't forget the fact that she's hiding something, according to Jungkook's words.
He told you how he wants to enjoy this trip, regardless if Kiko will be here or not. And she is, yet you can see him watching her whenever he thinks nobody sees him.
After all of you had fun at the lake, you let yourselves dry in the burning sun before it got too hot and unbearable, to change into clothes and play some sport games. Namjoon brought a soccer ball, which obviously led to a soccer game. At first, it was a men vs women game, which could never lead to a complete trouble free game. Surprisingly, you weren't bad as a team like you expected you to be. You were doing pretty good actually, to your standards and mutual strength at least. Unfortunately, and quite obviously, men were better and it seemed super easy for them to win.
"That was foul!" Minjae screamed at them, making sure they heard her across the huge soccer field that you made for yourselves.
"No, it wasn't. Seulgi stumbled on her own, Namjoon didn't even touch her." you told her, replaying the memory you just saw a few seconds ago.
"Y/N! You are supposed to be on our team!" Seulgi laughed, shaking her head at Minjae's attempt to save your already bad score.
Shrugging, you just sent them an apology smile. "I'm just honest."
Looking at Jungkook, you saw him sending you a flying kiss with a smirk, his way of thanking you because they just added another goal to their score.
Then you created a new team, a mixed team so all the men could finally play at least some kind of serious game. You, Jungkook, Jimin and Seulgi. The other team was Kiko, Hoseok, Namjoon and Minjae while Taehyung remained as a referee. Your team won, with Jungkook's energy and skills, you barely had to do anything other than to kick him the ball whenever it somehow stumbled in front of your feet. Regardless of that, you were still proud of yourself for winning, even though it was mostly Jungkook and Jimin's merit.
The rest of the day went like this and before you realized it, it was time for dinner while the sky was getting darker with each passing minute.
Now, the sky's completely painted dark with beautiful stars sparkling in the distance with sounds of crickets echoing through the space. Even the sound of fire sizzling and the warmth that spreads on your face because of it, is oddly calming. You take that moment to cuddle up to Jungkook, who's sitting next to you, with his arm over your frame pulling you closer. Stomach full, all you can muster to do is listen to everyone's chattering and laughter that slowly fades in the distance as you let yourself think. Your eyes automatically drift to Kiko, who's sitting obliquely from you, head resting on Hoseok's shoulder as he keeps laughing and nodding along to Namjoon's funny story of how he broke his sister's bathroom door.
"Hey, are you sleepy?" Jungkook asks softly, shoulder slowly nudging the side of your face as you frown.
"Kinda," you sigh, "But not really. I think the fire's making me sleepy." you admit, appreciating the warmth of it warming your face.
Even though it's July, it gets even colder at night than back in Seoul. It makes sense, considering you're surrounded by hills and more located to the South.
"You wanna take a walk?" he asks, your head lifting in interest as you look around.
"But it's dark." you point out, not seeing any lamps, well instead of the flashlights and disposable torches the boys had brought, that surrounds the space around you where you're camping.
"Oh, are you scared?" Jungkook nudges you with his shoulder again, shaking your whole body with the single movement as you roll your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." he promises, a cocky grin earning its place on his lips.
"I'm not scared, you moron." you tell him, faking annoyance and it still makes him chuckle at your attempt.
"Sure, whatever you say." he muses, teasing you but all you give him in response is another roll of your eyes and grin that can't be hidden anymore.
"Okay, let's go. But if we see or hear anything suspicious, we're coming back." you tell him, pursing your lips while you stare at him sternly, daring him to say something different.
His nose scrunches and he starts to laugh at you, but nods to your words nevertheless. "We'll take our phones with us and light up our flashlights on, you big baby." he says, jumping to his feet as he shakes his head to ruffle through his hair.
Big—big baby? The audacity! 
Standing up, you dust your sweatpants and take Jungkook's hand that he holds up for you to take. 
"We'll be right back. We're gonna just take a walk." Jungkook informs the group, making them nod in response before they barely pay attention to the two of you leaving.
They are too busy chattering while drinking beer and soju. Or at least it seemed like it because as soon as you're in the safe distance of not hearing them, Taehyung turns around and watches you walk further and further away.
"Do you think they're gonna fuck?" he asks, cheeks red from the fire but also from the amount of soju he's already drank.
Jimin cackles, telling him to stop drinking that much although, his own eyes drift to your disappearing bodies. What they don't see is the look on Kiko's face that makes her straighten and take a deep breath. It doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok and he wraps his arm around her petite frame, pulling her closer as he presses his nose into her hair.
"You okay?" he asks her silently, making sure nobody else listens to him.
She looks at him for a brief second before her eyes focus on the flame of the fireplace Jungkook and you made. It's almost as if it's mocking her straight in the face. "Yeah, I'm sure." she assures her best friend, giving him a weak smile but he's not buying it.
"Kik," he sighs, but she just shakes her head in response.
"I'm fine, Hobi." she tells him and ends the conversation there, but still cuddles to him even more.
When he squeezes her, she feels at least some kind of comfort and is incredibly thankful for her friend. Hoseok knows, yet doesn't pressure her into anything and even if she's acting like nothing's wrong, he begs to differ but doesn't say anything. He shows his support with the stronghold he has on her body, silently telling her that he's there for her.
"What? I'm just wondering!" Taehyung exclaims, shrugging his shoulders innocently and the simple act makes Jimin snort.
"Stop wondering about your friends' sex life." Jimin reasons, hearing a loud snicker coming from Namjoon's mouth this time while Seulgi and Minjae busy themselves with stuffing their mouth and act like they're not listening to the conversation.
"Don't tell me you don't think they're shagging—"
Hoseok cuts him off by throwing an empty cup at him, perfectly aimed at Taehyung's forehead. "Shut up, Tae." he scolds him, but grins nevertheless to ease the tension that his reaction might have caused.
Taehyung frowns, rubbing his forehead as if the empty cup could've really hurt him but he listens. He closes his mouth and starts to bicker with Jimin, when he gives him another lecture about alcohol and his low tolerance.
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"This is healing," you fill the silence with your soft voice, eyes focused on the moon lightening above your heads.
Jungkook follows your vision, humming in response before he looks at the lake that sparkle with the same reflection of the moon. "It really is," he agrees, "It's cold though." he chuckles, hearing you doing the same.
"Yeah, I thought it'd be slightly warmer. I hope we won't be cold while sleeping in tents." you voice out your worries.
"We'll just have to wear a lot of clothes. But if you're gonna be too cold, just tell me. We can sleep in the car." he says, making you smile at his thoughtfulness.
"How are we gonna fit there?" you chuckle, not being able to imagine the two of you trying to fit in the back of his car, even though his current car is bigger than the one he used to have. Or you could just sleep in front, but you surely won't get any quality sleep there.
"Then I'll sleep in the tent and you can sleep in the car." he shrugs, your mouth pouting automatically at his words.
You'd feel awful and guilty for sure if that happened. Sure, Jungkook is a big boy and probably doesn't get cold that easily, compared to you, but still.
"Jungkook, no." you shake your head.
"Or, we could just cuddle and keep ourselves warm." he pokes you in the ribs, causing you to giggle as you slap his shoulder.
Or, that's an option too.
"How are you feeling?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip when you're met with silence and Jungkook's steps halting until he stops.
"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
Stopping too, you walk closer to him and lean against one of the trees that are near the edge of the lake. "Kiko's here." you point out, causing him to chuckle while he hides his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
"I'm aware," he laughs lightly, and you do the same because it's nice to see him not depressing over her. "I really wanna enjoy this trip, but I can't help but notice how close she seems to be with Hoseok."
And then you see it. Frown settles on his lips at the mention of Hoseok. Of course, he noticed how close they were and probably still are at the fireplace.
"They're best friends, Kook. You don't think they're dating, do you?" you cock your head to the side, a breeze slightly ruffling your hair.
"No," he shakes his head, frowning once again. "I don't know, something feels shady. They're definitely hiding something, I just have no fucking idea what it is."
The memory of Jungkook telling you about the possible secret that Kiko's hiding crosses your mind, but you're just as clueless as Jungkook is right now. You don't know them that much, but Jungkook does.
"What could she possibly be hiding from you?" you think out loud, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could've happened.
"Whenever I see her looking at me, or even when we were talking at Jin's wedding... I could see how guilty she looked," he says, deeply in thought. "I know her so well, I just know there's something more to this and Hoseok basically confirming that at Jin's wedding just proves my suspicion."
"Well, either way, she's not gonna tell you and neither will Hoseok. How are you planning to find out?" you ask, growing confused.
There's nothing he can do. The only thing is to get your little plan to keep going and finish it before some damage will be done. Surprisingly, playing Jungkook's girlfriend isn't hard so far. The two of you have always been more touchy and comfortable around each other, so none of this feels uncomfortable or foreign to you or Jungkook. Obviously, it all faded away and even stopped when he started to date Kiko which you understand. It was out of respect to her, even though she probably never voiced jealousy. That's what kind of gentleman Jungkook is.
"The only thing I can think about, considering her weird and suspicious behavior, and the fact she seems so fucking guilty about something... what if she cheated on me?" he says quickly, his brain processing his own words while he seems to be stunned he finally voiced out his suspicion. It makes it more real and now that he said it out loud, it makes much more sense.
But even to you, it doesn't make much sense. "You think she'd cheat on you?" you ask confusingly, knowing how Jungkook swore that she's the least selfish person he ever met.
"Argh! I don't know!" he exclaims, covering his face into his huge hands as he groans into them.
Sadness overcomes your features and your body moves on its own, hugging Jungkook's muscular body while you cuddle your face into his chest. His hoodie smells just like him, his favorite fabric softener and that sweet, yet muscular scent he always holds. Sighing, he hugs you closer to him.
"I don't think she'd, but what am I supposed to think?" he asks, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head.
"She loves you, Kook. I don't think she cheated on you." you tell him, but he just shakes his head.
"We don't know that." he disagrees, causing you to chuckle as you slightly pull away and look up at him.
Your noses are almost touching from the proximity between you two.
"We don't, but I can see the way she's looking at you. She's trying to be so nice to me," you let out a dry chuckle, causing Jungkook to do the same thing, however his one isn't dry but almost loving at the mention of his ex.
"That's her." he adds, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
"But I just see the sadness in her eyes. I might not know her that well, but even I can tell. She doesn't seem jealous..." you trail off, looking back into his dark orbs that shine underneath the moonlight.
"You'll tell me when this gets too much for you, right?" he asks, your brows furrowing in confusion as you stare at him.
"Of course, that's what we agreed on." you remind him, surprised he brought up that topic.
He nods, bringing his back to your face as he gently grabs it and starts caressing the apples of your cheeks. Your eyes flicker shut, enjoying how soft his hands feel against your skin and you happily hum, making him chuckle but not stopping him. Nudging your nose with his own, you whine at his hot breath fanning your face.
"Kiss me, Kook." you whisper, having this sudden need to feel those plushy lips again.
You haven't kissed since you came here, which is quite surprising because you thought you'd, at least as soon as you saw that Kiko's here too. But for some reason Jungkook never insinuated a kiss.
But he listens to you now, kissing you by quickly connecting your lips as he holds your face even tighter. It feels needy and it strokes your ego that he kisses you almost as if he missed your lips. Well, you certainly missed his ones. 
The moan slips out of your mouth as soon as the kiss gets rougher and he slowly backs you, until your back meets the tree again. His hands are everywhere, from gripping your hips to pulling up your leg and hooking it up over his hip to properly feel your thigh, all while he's still kissing you. Your own hands are occupied by nails digging into his hoodie before they trail down to his ass, giving him a squeeze. He smiles into the kiss, but still doesn't pull away. You're gasping for air, causing him to detach your lips but his own starts to work on your neck where he ducks your skin. You're moaning, head leaned against the tree while the wood is too harsh and uncomfortable, but you don't dare to move. Excitement overtakes you're whole body and with your leg that he's still gripping tightly, hooked over Jungkook's hip, you grind onto him. He groans, grinding back where you can feel his bulge. Through the countless amount of layers, you can't feel him the way your body craves to, but it's still enough to make you clench around nothing as you feel yourself getting aroused.
You grind against each other, desperately trying to get ahold of that pleasure and lust that clouds your minds and bodies, but the clothing you're both wearing and position makes it hard. It's not enough, unless the two of you would undress which isn't such a smart idea considering the weather. As if Jungkook thinks the same thing, he stops grinding against you and rests his head on your shoulder while his chest heaves with quick breaths. You're no different, long and loud breaths leave your mouth as you wrap your arms around his frame. Slowly, he lets go of your leg and steadies himself more before he fully straightens himself and grins at you.
"That's not what I was expecting when I asked you for a walk," he jokes, a loud snort coming out of your mouth as you shake your head at him.
It's always like that. You never planned for this to happen, it always just does. Naturally, and you like that because it doesn't feel forced.
"I wasn't expecting it too, but I'm not complaining." you grin, hands brushing through his fringe that got too long and keeps falling into his eyes.
"Trust me," he says, grin disappearing as a darkened look overtakes his already doe and dark eyes. He hovers over you, teeth nibbling on your ear before his mouth brushes your earlobe. "I'd fuck you here, if it weren't this cold."
Your breath hitches in your throat and you restrain yourself from reacting audibly, knowing he'll love that and tease the shit out of you later. You can't believe he just said that. Would he really do that?
"I wouldn't let you," you mutter, mustering a serious and tough expression where you raise your brow and purse your lips to prove your point. "Someone might've seen us." you reason, but the only thing he gives you in return is a loud laugh that makes you shush him straight away, a huge grin spreading on your lips.
"Who? There's nobody here." he says, outstretching his arms like he's the one who's proving his point.
"You don't know that, it's too dark to tell." you shrug, giving his chest a good slap when he smirks at you.
"Exactly, it wouldn't be too hard to tell if we're fucking or not."
"Oh my god!" you exclaim, hearing him cackling. "Just shut up, Jeon." you shake your head at him, hiding that huge grin again from him by walking past him and getting some safe distance from his dangerous and irresistible self.
"Oh, am I Jeon now? Thought I was Kook."
You hear him teasing you, before he jogs over to you and places his arm over your shoulders as he pushes you closer to his chest. You don't protest, not when he's incredibly warm and comfortable at the same time.
"Thank God, you're not my real boyfriend. I couldn't stand you." you grumble, teasing him as you poke his hip before you wrap your arm around his frame, holding him.
"Ah, you wish. I'd be the best boyfriend." he shoots back, making the two of you burst in laughter as you keep bickering and teasing each other for the rest of the walk back.
It just reminds you that nothing has changed. Well, apart from you get to kiss him— amongst the other stuff — now.
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When you get back, you give Jungkook a last nudge to his shoulder before you detach yourself from his hip, looking at your friends. Taehyung wiggles his brows, cheeks flushed even in the darkness and you don't have to guess what caused it, considering the stupid amused grin he always has whenever he drinks too much alcohol. You're not the only one who notices it, Jimin tells him something but his best friend just shushes him and waves a hand in front of his face, telling him to shut up.
"You guys done?" he asks, wiggling his brows while staring at you before his eyes averts to Jungkook.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jungkook asks, confused, reaching for some dried seaweed as he munches on it.
"Ignore him, he's had enough." Jimin speaks up before Taehyung can open his mouth, frowning at his best friend's interruption.
"Where's everyone?" you ask, changing the topic since you've got an idea what Taehyung was aiming at. Whatever it could be, it's not something that should be said in front of Kiko, or anyone at this point.
The seats where Hoseok, Seulgi, Minjae and Namjoon were sitting are empty, and now that you pointed out their absence, Jungkook seems to notice their missing too as he starts looking around.
"They went to sleep," Kiko answers, cuddling herself to some fluffy blanket as she glances at you before she focuses on the flames instead. "I think I'm going too. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." she says, letting out a chuckle but it seems forced and tired.
She stands up, still wrapped in the purple blanket as she bids everyone a goodnight before she goes into her tent, joining Seulgi and Minjae.
"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers, glancing at Jimin who gives him a saddened gaze before he shrugs.
"She seems a little bit off, but I think it's just awkward for her to be here with you guys." Jimin explains, his voice silenced so everyone sleeping in the tents nearby can't hear you. He gives you an apologetic look which you just shrug off, knowing he's only telling the truth.
"She knew we were coming here, I suppose." you mutter, ignoring Jungkook's side glance before he sighs and grabs you by your shoulders.
"Well, we're going to sleep too. You guys, don't set anything on fire." he tells them, Taehyung already spacing out but still protests whenever Jimin tells him to go sleep.
It's clear Jimin doesn't want to leave him alone, something that wouldn't be a good idea in Taehyung's state. It's funny and cute how they remind you of your friendship with Jungkook. They have each other's back all the time.
"We'll try to," Jimin chuckles, patting Taehyung's head as he cuddles to Jimin's side. "Goodnight."
Approximately twenty minutes later, when you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, you and Jungkook are happily nestled in your sleeping bags. With a few layers of blankets that Jungkook brought underneath your bodies, it's softer than you expected it to be and you find it comfortable. The only thing that bothers you is the chilly air that makes you toss around as you're trying to keep yourself warm.
"Come here." Jungkook sighs, his own sleeping bag rustling as he pulls out his arms to pull you closer.
"What are you doing?" you mutter, silently humming as soon as you feel his warm chest pressed against your back. You're definitely warmer now.
"Cuddling you, obviously." he snorts, nuzzling his nose into your neck causing you to let out a silenced giggle.
With his large hoodie already on, the very one he brought you from his car as soon as you started to complain about the weather and being cold, you allow yourself to relax. However, Jungkook doesn't stop there and he starts kissing your neck, leaving soft and innocent pecks that make you bite your lip. You don't move, allowing him to kiss you some more while he rubs your body which is difficult to feel, since you're wrapped in your sleeping bag. Unzipping your sleeping bag, you ignore your body protesting by shivering from the temperature in your tent.
"You're gonna be cold." Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his silenced and raspy voice causing you to shiver again. Not from the cold this time.
"You'll warm me up." you tease, turning to your side so you can be closer to him.
He welcomes your hands on his chest as they get underneath his hoodie, feeling his hot and naked skin there. How can he be so warm when you're close to freezing? His toned abs are hard to miss and you wish you could just take his hoodie off, and see the piece of art. You've never been totally mesmerized by abs and muscular bodies, although it's a nice thing to look at. But everything changes when it comes to Jungkook. He's perfect, an amazing piece of man that makes every woman's heart flutter.
"You bet." he teases back, causing you to giggle as he pulls you closer, kissing you this time.
Your lips mold together, the feeling already familiar but never boring. It's something you could never get enough of, especially when he's so good at it. Two minutes of constant kissing and innocent touches, his own hands disappear underneath all the layers of your clothing when he finally finds your skin. Even the littlest touch of his fingertips make your body heat up, and you completely forget about the cold. He spends a few minutes just rubbing your stomach, his touch leaving soft and tingling sensation all over your body, before he hooks them under the hem of your sweatpants. Detaching your lips, you breathe out a shaky breath as you glance at Jungkook.
He's staring at you, dark eyes boring into yours while his hands disappear into your panties.
"Kook," you breathe out, "Guys are here."
And Seulgi, Minjae and Kiko too.
"They're all sleeping," he says, finger circling your clit as you bite into your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "I checked when I went to take a piss."
Snorting, you let out a chuckle of disbelief. "Wow, that's so hot. Thank you." you tell him sarcastically, your words dying down when he starts to part your folds and slips one finger in.
"I'm honest," he tells you lightly, shrugging as if he's not fingering you right now. He pumps his finger, nuzzling his face to your neck as he starts sucking your skin there. "You love when I'm honest."
"Mhm," you moan, back slightly arching when his finger rubs against your sensitive spot.
"You love when I do this," he purrs against your skin, adding another finger as he curls them inside your tight hole that makes you whimper.
Goosebumps appear all over your body, your hips slowly grinding against his palm as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out. The sound of your wetness is muffled by your clothes, but it's still clear to your ears. It should be embarrassing how wet and hot you became just for him. Yes, the little make out that happened on your walk helped, but you both know it doesn't take a long for him to make you crave for his touch, pleading him for more.
"I do," you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when he adds another finger, penetrating your heat even more.
Your walls are wrapped around his fingers, swallowing them in with so much eagerness that makes Jungkook proud.
"You're so needy," he growls, grazing his teeth against your jaw before he kisses it. Your hands clutch onto your sleeping bag desperately, all while he lets out a dark chuckle. "So needy for my touch, for me."
You should be embarrassed because he's right. You tend to act tough, not necessarily in these kinds of scenarios, but still. Even Jungkook knows that and whenever he can stomp on the confidence and tease you, he takes the chance and does it. However, you don't feel an ounce of embarrassment. Agreeing with him, you nod and purr at the same time, body desperately meeting his hands as he picks up the pace.
"I am," you agree, voice strained as you try to control yourself. It feels good, so fucking good, but you don't want to cum just yet. You want to enjoy this for as long as it's possible.
"Oh, baby. You know all you gotta do is tell me and I'll give you everything you want," Jungkook feigns sorrow, knowing those words drive you crazy. He feels you clenching around him, your moans silenced by you biting a lower lip, and that's all he needs to be smirking. "I'd have fuck you against that tree, if you weren't scared someone might see." he whispers darkly into your ear, biting onto your earlobe.
It all happens quick, too quick for you to control it or cherish the way pleasure shoots through your whole body, while you're cumming. Your moans in the form of Jungkook's name are silenced by his mouth enveloping yours. As much as he wants to hear you, his name leaving your mouth repeatedly, he can't let anyone else hear you.
He fucks you through your orgasm, stopping when he hears you whimper from overstimulation. Pulling out his fingers, he puts them into his mouth and makes sure you're watching him when he does that. Your heat throbs, both at the sight and the euphoric feeling of your orgasm, yet you don't have enough. Especially not when you see him licking his fingers clean before he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. He growls, hovering over you while his tongue attacks the inside of your mouth. Your tongues dance together, moving swiftly like it's the easiest thing to do. Hands disappearing under his hoodie, you let yourself feel his naked back moving forward to his abs.
He can't help it, you're too irresistible even if it's in a freaking tent and in the middle of mountains with his friends sleeping nearby. Maybe even that small fact makes him go feral, grinding his crotch against you. Getting out of your sleeping bag has never been easier, your hands busy trying to take off Jungkook's sweatpants while he takes off his hoodie, along with his shirt.
"Fuck, I need you." he says, before he kisses you again and helps you to take off your shirt. He's met with your exposed breasts, licking his bottom lip at your puckered nipples which he wraps his mouth around.
The sensation is amazing, his warm mouth warming your whole body all over again and just like that, you feel that same need to fill your pleasure needs. Jungkook's movements are eager, so eager that he tosses his sweatpants rather carelessly causing the piece of clothing to bump into the tent's walls. The tent shakes, causing you to giggle as he shushes you by his lips, chuckling into the kiss. He helps you to undress, making sure he heats up your body with his feverish kisses and constant rubbing of your exposed skin.
"Fuck me, Kook." you plead, nails grazing his exposed and muscular back he's flexing while he's hovering over you.
"Oh, I will," he promises, leaning down to kiss your collarbones as he makes up your neck and jaw. "But you need to be quiet, yeah?"
His voice is low, sending another set of shivers down your spine as you gulp, pressing your thighs together.
"I thought everyone's sleeping." you mutter, teasing him with eyes but you don't show it on your face, too focused on him to even lift the corner of your mouth in a smirk.
"They are," he nods, hands disappearing between your bodies as he spreads your legs and cups your heat which is still wet with your cum and another arousal. You're soaking wet, you can feel it slowly trailing down your ass and staining the unzipped sleeping bag underneath you. "But we don't wanna wake them up." he smirks, his eyes dancing in amusement almost as he's teasing you for being loud.
Oh, he certainly is. As soon as realization hits your face, he smirks even more while pulling away. Your eyes drop to his covered crotch, noticing an evident bulge that's growing with each passing minute. Unfortunately, your sight is dismissed when Jungkook starts to rummage through his bag that he put in the corner of your tent. He pulls out his wallet before he successfully gets the condom. When he turns around and meets your gaze, he sees your raised brow.
"You brought condoms?" you question, wondering if he planned on having sex here.
You sure didn't, not that you're complaining. But you're curious and you love to tease him whenever you get the chance. His doe eyes that were darkened just a few moments ago are completely switched to a wide eyed Jungkook, making look so innocent and young that it makes your heart jump.
"Well, not purposely. I always have them in my wallet." he explains, voice sounding soft all of a sudden.
His lips are set into a slight pout as he stares at you, looking wary for some reason. Little do you know it's because of the exact thing you're teasing him about. He worries that he just planned on having sex, even though there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. You both agreed on this, you two fucking. But still, it doesn't sit well with him knowing you might think he planned this. You're a beautiful woman, it doesn't take long for him to resist you. But you're his best friend before you're someone who he has sex with. He really wanted this trip to be about adventure and great memories, and he kind of let it go naturally. Whatever feels comfortable for you and everyone else. He definitely didn't expect Kiko to show up here, even though this exact topic occurred his night thoughts that made him wide awake for the most of the night.
"It's okay, Kook," you giggle, sitting up as you reach for him. "I'm just teasing you." you assure him, seeing his tensed muscles relax before he scoffs.
"Screw you." he murmurs, grinning as he opens the wrapper by opening it with his teeth while his other hand is too busy pulling his length out.
Taking off his boxers, your mouth salivate wishing you could see him instead of being met with his outline. Judging by the way his hands move and body rustles against the blankets, you know he's giving himself a few pumps before he puts the condom on.
"You're about to." you fill the silence, smirk audible in your voice as he chuckles and gets closer to you.
Adjusting your positions, so he's nestled between your legs, he gives you a kiss and lets his mouth stay on yours while he slowly fills you up. You know it's his way of shushing you, knowing you'd most likely whimper at the sudden stretch of his hardened length. The both of you are trying not to get caught after all. When he's all in, he detaches your lips as he leans his forehead against yours waiting for your signal. As soon as he registers the small nod and little 'go on', he pulls out slowly before he smashes in his way back. With each thrust he makes, the harder it gets to control your moans and even though you've never been that awfully loud, no matter how many times Jungkook teases you about it.
Your legs starts to hurt from the missionary position and with a quick squeeze of his bicep, Jungkook slows down and questionably tilts his head. Without saying a word, your palms sprawl against his chest as you push him while sitting up. He gets the message, laying down immediately while he slips out of you in the process. Hovering over him, you let your legs to rest against his side while you grab his length. Pumping him, you wish you could see that lustful glint in his eyes and the vulnerability that he doesn't show that often:
"Baby," he moans, hands gripping your hips.
Chuckling, you position him against your entrance before you sink down onto him, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure and stretch.
"Fuck, so tight." he groans, nails digging into your skin the entire time he fills you up. He doesn't stop even when you start to ride him, setting up a slower pace that makes less sounds. Nevertheless, the sound of your thighs meeting Jungkook's can't be manageable and it's clear to your ears.
With Jungkook's help, he starts to roll his hips into yours as he meets your thrusts, sending another wave of pleasure through your body with different intensity. It feels amazing, his length so deep inside of you, all while he keeps hitting your g-spot. Slowing down, you circle your hips as you kiss him. You really want to savor every minute and feeling he makes you feel, you don't want to cum just yet. Jungkook is in no rush, kissing you back slowly as he lets you take control. He lays there, enjoying the way you move your hips. After kissing for a few minutes, you start to pick up your pace which becomes tougher, considering how long you've been in this position. Your thighs already ache from the stretch, but thanks to Jungkook who notices your struggle, he starts to meet your thrusts like he's done before.
Everything is slow, yet sensual and intense. It makes your head spin and your heart swell with foreign and wonderful feeling. You can't go all wild, knowing there's everyone just a few meters away from you while you're surrounded in complete silence. But even without this little fact, it still feels right. Maybe it's because you're both lazy and sleepy, just wanting to enjoy the pleasure and something different. If you knew better, you'd say this is how making love feels like.
You almost slap yourself at that, knowing you're nowhere emotionally near that. But it feels nice to have him this close, it's different from the sex you had before.
Considering you've had an orgasm and your walls are still sensitive, you feel yourself tightening as your arms fail you and you fall onto Jungkook's chest. He takes over, still laying underneath you as he grabs your hips and starts to pick up the pace. Even from his submissive position, you may say, he's able to take control and hit all the right spots within your walls. Hands gripping your ass, he spreads your ass cheeks while his nails dig into your skin again. It's the first time tonight when it feels, what can be considered, as a rough move.
"Kook," you whimper, mouth pressed against his shoulder with eyes screwed shut, as you feel another orgasm approaching you.
"Shhh," he reminds you, letting out a grunt when he sets an almost animalistic pace. His balls smack against your ass, the sound already too loud to be heard outside, but you don't stop.
Pleasure washes you all over again, your mouth ready to leave the loudest moan as your whole body shakes. What you do comes naturally, in the desperation to silence your moans, and you gently bite onto Jungkook's shoulder while he keeps fucking you.
He grunts, your teeth digging into his skin although, it's nothing unbearable or too painful, but it shocks him. Few more pumps and he's coming into the condom with a silenced growl. His thrusts get sloppier with each second, before he completely stops and his length starts to twitch. You wish you could feel him cumming inside of you, despite the littlest feeling of him filling the condom, it's nothing too recognizable. When he's done, he sighs and drops his head down while he hugs you closer to him. His arms leave your ass and they wrap around your frame, gripping you tightly making you giggle.
"Fuck, that was amazing." you comment, pecking his shoulder where you bit him. It's too dark to see if there's any mark, but you hope not. You made sure you weren't biting him too hard.
"Yeah," he breathes, chest heaving with harsh breaths while his length starts to soften. "That was... different." he chuckles, hands gently caressing your back that makes you hum.
"I could fall asleep like this." you murmur against his neck, cuddling to him even more.
A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, his hand gently slapping your ass. "No, you can't sleep now. You gotta pee and put some clothes on, you're gonna get cold like this."
He's right, now that your lust has been fulfilled, you can already feel the real temperature in the tent. Your skin is no longer hot and that same rush of heat that came with each moment of pleasure is gone. Even though your body still tingles from the intense orgasm, it's just not enough to keep you warm anymore.
"Nooo," you whine, cuddling to him even more while your perked nipples rub against his chest. He bites his lower lip, cringing when his length slips out of you and you whine again. "Can't you just cover our bodies?"
You try, knowing you're just teasing him and you'll be shivering any minute. Jungkook groans at your stubbornness and you smile.
"No, now come on. Go pee." he slaps your ass again, making you jerk as you pull yourself up and stare at him.
"What if something's out there?" you ask, simply out of curiosity and maybe out of fear as well.
"I'm going with you, big baby," he grins, rolling his eyes at you that you can't see. He's sitting up, hoisting your bodies in the process. "But we need to put some clothes on."
Sighing, you put your clothes back on, cringing when your juices meet the material of your panties. Regardless of that, you fully dress yourself and let out a hum of content when you're warm again. Jungkook does the same thing, disposing himself of the condom full of his cum as he makes sure he'll throw it somewhere safe. You're both stumbling out of your tent, seeing there's no one awake and there's complete darkness around you. Good.
But still, when Jungkook lights up the flashlight on his phone, you're both grinning at yourselves and you just know, you're going to be sleeping heavenly tonight.
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𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 |80's mechanic!austin x best friend!reader
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summary: it's starting to look like he might never make it out of the friend zone. austin has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he's terrified that you'll never see him as anything more than a best friend and protector. with the fear of you one day outgrowing him fresh on his mind, he's now hell bent on getting you to view him in a different light. madly in love and terrified to lose you, austin butler is playing for keeps.
pairings: 80s mechanic! austin x childhood best friend!reader
word count: 4.8k
notes/warnings: SMUT! in part two, virgin!austin. . . need i say more?, i love pining and this fic is testament to that, shaky/hurried hands, who doesn't love a good best friends to lovers fic, he has a deep southern accent, austin is the small town's metalhead and he's swelteringly hot without even trying. (this is going to have to be two parts because it turned out too long after editing. the smut alone is like. . . five pages on google docs.)
The incessant metallic clinging and loud mechanic whirs echoed against the cement flooring of the auto body garage. The sun was peeking just over the trees right outside the open garage doors, the spring sky slowly burning gold and pink. Most of the men were rushing to finish up with the vehicles that they were working on, eager to get home to their families after a long day of work. There was one mechanic though -who might be young, but made up for it with skill- was still elbow deep under the car’s hood, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. He’d only been looking at the car for five minutes and knew exactly what was wrong with it. The elderly woman had gotten her car towed all the way to Travis’ shop after the damn thing stalled out in the middle of the Winn-Dixie parking lot. The young mechanic could see her through the lobby’s windows watching him, her tiny wrinkly hands balled up into nervous fists.
“Aye- Austin?” Travis jogged right up to Austin, placing his hand down on one of the side mirrors as he waited for the diagnosis. 
“It’s not the engine. The transmission,” He pointed towards the old hunk of junk, leaning his head back under the hood to show his boss. “It’s completely shot. She said it will jerk when she accelerates and the wheel will sometimes shake when she’s goin’ fast enough. What’s happening is that it’s slippin’. The damn thing won’t stay in gear. This car is ten years out of date- I mean. . . It's a ‘74. So even if we order the parts-” 
“It’s gonna cost more to fix than it would be for her to just buy a whole new one.” The boss finished for him, sighing when he saw Austin nod his head in agreement. 
The long haired blonde blinked his eyes against the burning sunset, shooing a gnat away from his face as he leaned his hip against the car. He crossed one booted foot over the other as he waited patiently for the man to make a decision. While Travis enjoyed making money, Austin knew that the bastard was above stealing it from little old ladies. With a small huff of defeat the middle aged man began walking back in the direction of the lobby, most likely to break the bad news. He stopped just before he opened the door, pointing a quick finger-gun in Austin’s direction. 
“Are you comin’ over to Mark’s cookout tonight? You can bring your girl.” He called out over the loud noise. 
Austin shook his head before flashing the man a little face of distaste. 
“I’ve gotta go to my dad’s house to grab some of my old shit. Besides- I don’t have a girl to bring.” 
Travis shot him “a face” right back, but one of disbelief. “Yeah, right. A girl doesn’t just bring her friend a hand packed lunch every other day unless she was hopin’ for somethin’ to happen between them..” And before Austin could even defend himself the man was gone, sauntering solemnly over to the corner where the elderly woman was sitting. 
You weren’t the one that was hoping for a chance at romance, but Austin was. He’d rather die than admit it, but his co-workers' words lit a small fire in his chest; a hopeful pyre that didn’t dim. 
The wooden stairs were old and weather worn, the nails rusted with age. Austin always felt a sense of dread when he heard the familiar creaking under his feet, and the fact that he could hear the television droning on from inside of the trailer didn’t make it any better. It meant that he was home, and the blonde knew what that meant. A fight was sure to ensue, and after the shitty day that he had at work, that was the last thing that he wanted to endure. He found that the door was unlocked, per usual. The inhabitant of the rickety death trap didn’t have anything worth stealing. 
“Why are you here?” The middle aged man looked terrible for his age, though Austin blamed that on the endless supply of alcohol and drugs that ran through the man’s system. 
Austin cleared his throat, closing the door behind him with a grimace. He didn’t want to be here, but there were still a few boxes back in his old room that he needed to grab. After that he’d be gone for good, or at least that’s what he told himself anyway. His no-good father was used to relying on other people to save the day, one of those people being his own son. 
He blamed his strong sense of duties on the fact that he was raised in the deep south. “Being a man” was hammered into his skull from the moment of his very conception. Taking care of your family, especially when they are unable to do it for themselves, was considered a must. Austin had always hated his father. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt gratitude or love in any magnitude towards his father. Still, he was a man and needed to provide for his family. . . right? He didn’t want anyone to think less of him for abandoning his father. More than anything, he didn’t want the wrong kind of gossip ending up in the wrong people’s ears.
What was important to him now was getting the hell away from his abusive father. He was old enough to start thinking about what he wanted for himself in the future. He’d always craved companionship with a certain person. . . children were on his radar too. The last thing he wanted was for his druggie father to be in his own kid’s lives. 
The lanky man didn’t fit in the small home anymore, and he hadn’t for years. Both physically and emotionally, he had outgrown his prison many moons ago. He took a few seconds to look around the living room. Now that he wasn’t there to clean up after the grotesque man, the house smelled absolutely putrid. Austin’s nose wrinkled in disgust, eyes dancing along the empty beer cans and overflowing sink. 
“Jus’ gettin’ the last of my stuff.” Austin grumbled, his bulky black boots sticking to the dirty linoleum floors as he tried his best to breeze past the older man’s old recliner. 
A hand reached out, gripping at his wrist to stop him. Austin looked down, the muscles in his sharp jaw clicking as he held back the urge to rip himself out of the man’s reach. He knew that he was too big for the man to intimidate now, but his body still remembered the pain his father had put him through as a kid. 
“Ya talkin’ bout that toolbox?” The man’s voice was gravely, all thanks to the menthols he religiously smoked. Austin could smell the Miller Light and smoke coming off of him now. It was nauseating. 
The blonde ripped his eyes off of the man’s face, peeking off down the hall to see his old bedroom door wide open. He had locked it from the inside and crawled out the window the last time that he was here, taking the spare key with him. It was still tucked away safely in his wallet. His breathing stuttered when he realized that the doorknob had been taken off completely. 
“I need it for work. What did you do with it?” Austin tried to school the deep southern accent out of his voice. He got into the habit of doing that around his father from a young age, desperately wanting to seem as different from the old man as possible. 
“If that’s what yer here for, don’ bother. I sold it.” The young adult’s heart sank to his ass, and this time he didn’t hesitate in ripping his wrist out of the man’s hand. 
“To who? Where is it?” Austin questioned heatedly, staring daggers into the old man’s face. 
The sandy haired man was staring back at the television now, watching old reruns of some shitty old Western movie that must have come out in the sixties. He didn’t answer Austin, too drunk to care and too high to listen. 
“Dad!” Austin’s deep voice boomed, echoing around the filthy trailer. “Where the fuck did you take it? The pawn shop off’a Assembly Street?” That was where his father often sold stolen shit for a few extra bucks. 
That got the other man’s attention. He didn’t take kindly to being yelled and cursed at, especially not by his son. He could always deal it out, but refused to take it. Ray Butler had stopped beating on his son during his Junior year in highschool though, realizing that the boy was now bigger than him. Out of a cowardly fear for his own safety, he stuck to the emotional abuse instead, which only got worse once he didn’t have a true outlet for his frustrations. Austin bristled as he watched the old man glare up at him, taking a long swig from his beer before answering. 
“I took it to Keith’s. If ya needed it so bad, why the hell didn’t you take it with ya in the first place? It’s in my house, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” It was surprising how coherent the man was, especially since he must have been drinking all day long. 
Austin’s father hadn’t had a job in the last seven years, but still managed to scrape by somehow. He was a petty thief whose criminal record stretched all the way back into his boyhood. He had raised the blonde to be the exact same way, but the only thing Austin had truly adopted from his “teachings” was a shared hatred for cops and a scrappy sort of resourcefulness. The other kids that he was forced to interact with at school were the ones that taught him how to fight. They enjoyed taking turns trying to beat the shit out of the town’s poor kid, but once he finally hit his growth spurt in the summer after sixth grade the roles were largely reversed. Nobody messed with him by the time that he had entered high school. He was feared by his peers and just as hated. 
The negative image that he had created served him well though. Not only had he made a name for himself, he had also gained the ability to protect his best friend, which was the only thing he really cared about. Getting the dog shit knocked out of him was one thing, but seeing boys and girls teasing her was a different story. He remembered storming into the girl’s bathroom during his junior year very vividly, yanking up one of popular blonde’s by the back of her shirt. 
“I’m a Butler, so don’t think that I’m above hittin’ a girl.” 
He’d constantly ask you if the bullying persisted even after that, but you always went out of your way to tell him that they had stopped their teasing. Austin was made fun of because he lived in a trailer that should have been condemned long since they originally moved in and barely had enough money to get school supplies every year, but you were picked on because you were perfect. It didn’t make any sense to him, but girls are strange creatures. You made good grades, was the nicest person he had ever met without even trying, and your natural good looks made matters even worse for you. Getting the mean girls to steer clear of you wasn’t the hard part, but keeping the male pervert’s away was an entirely different story. 
It didn’t help that after a long day of putting up with the constant glares, rumors, and telling boys to back off, he’d be forced to come home to incessant tongue lashings. He barely had time to study after taking care of the forty year old drunkard, hence his rotten grades in school. You could only do his homework for him so many times, but hey- you tried. He graduated because of you, at the very least. 
He had landed a job as a mechanic straight out of high school, having been skilled for his age. Who knew that driving a shitty lemon of a car that he constantly had to fix up would lead to a career? He had gotten lucky, which was a rarity in his life. 
Getting his own place was one hell of an achievement, but his past always found a way to come back and haunt him. 
Austin stormed through the connected kitchen and down the hall, sucking in a deep breath before he entered the room. All of the boxes that he had stacked in the corner had been ransacked and picked clean. It was Austin’s fault for thinking that a simple locked door would keep his father out. The blonde could scream over his stolen Iron Maiden and Dio tapes later, for now he needed to focus on the important thing: his tools. 
“You sold them to your crackhead dealer? For what? A bag, right? That was over a hundred dollars worth’a tools!” He screamed from the backroom, kicking an old wooden chair that had been junking up his old room for ages. The thing went flying, hitting the opposite wall with a resounding cracking noise. 
Austin was covered in car oil, smelled like gasoline and sweat after a long day of work, and all he had wanted was to slip in the trailer undetected and grab his things. He had hoped that his father would have been passed out in his room by now so that he could have been in and out without being forced to converse. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. The blonde reached for the metal baseball bat that he still had stuffed under his childhood bed, knocking it against his boot a few times before storming out of the room, pushing past his father and heading straight for the front door. 
“Austin, wait,” The male knew what was coming. The only time his father ever referred to him by his name was when he wanted something. “Can you give me twenty dollars? I need’a pay the power.” 
The baseball bat felt heavy in his hand. He balanced the weight for a second, his jaw clicking as he imagined just how good it would feel to bring it down on top of the other man’s head. If Ray ended up dead, he was sure that he could blame it on a handful of people who he had stolen from or cheated. Austin didn’t need that on his conscience though. So instead of barking back a reply or even pulling out his wallet, he yanked his hand away with a grunt, storming out the door. 
“Jus’ use the money that you got from sellin’ all’a my shit.” He called out before slamming the door behind him, the small and dingy diamond shaped window vibrating with the force of his anger. 
“Is your mama home? If not then I’m gonna use your shower.” Austin gently pushed his way into the house, kicking off his dirty work boots before bounding up the familiar carpeted stairs. 
You blinked in the entryway, slowly closing the front door before turning around to watch him go, the chain from his wallet jingling with his movement. With a small sigh you locked it behind you, following up after him. 
“Well hello to you too.” You teased, watching him open up the linen closet so that he could grab a towel. He was caked with grease, his sun kissed cheeks speckled with black and gray. His black work shirt fit snugly on his form, having shrunk in the wash. At his hip, swinging around with every step that he took, was his black handkerchief. It was also wrecked with engine grease, having been used to clean his hands one too many times that day. He looked devilishly handsome, but he always did. Nothing new. 
“Sorry. Really bad day. Just got back from Keith’s place- he had some of the shit that I left at my dad’s.” He left the bathroom door open as he slipped off his socks, then hurriedly took his shirt off and threw that into the dirty clothes hamper. His small apartment didn’t have a washer and dryer hookup, so he had been doing his laundry at your place for the last two months. 
You didn’t mind, and your mother and father hadn’t noticed either. You sucked at your teeth, turning around to give him privacy. You heard the shower turn on, then the familiar clanking of his chain wallet hitting the side of the sink. Once you heard the shower curtain open and close you turned around, seeing the room empty, his dirty clothes piled neatly in the hamper. You closed the bathroom door behind you as you stepped inside, jumping up on the counter so that you could swing your legs back and forth as you spoke. He seemed frustrated, and you could tell that he needed to talk about it. 
Growing up in a tragically tiny town meant that everybody was always in each other’s business. From preschool to your senior year in high school, every moment was spent with the same exact children. You could count the newer families to move into the small community over the last five years on one hand. Life was slow moving in the old south, and things were horrifically monotonous. You and the blonde had been stuck together like glue ever since primary school, and you didn’t see it changing in the future. 
To say that you knew Austin like the back of your hand was an understatement. Every flaw, quirk and triumph had either been discovered by you, with you at his side, or involved you in some way. In a town filled with mostly elderly folks, kids often found a group of likeminded people and stuck with them for the entirety of their lives. It was horribly predictable of the two of you, yet here you two were, connected at the hip. The bond between you and Austin went above just being best friends. It was something tied to your soul. It wasn’t just hard to imagine a life without him in it, rather it was impossible. 
He didn’t have to tell you that he was angry for you to know that he was beyond aggravated. The restlessness was plain to see. Whether he would be upfront and tell you about the reason or not, you could tell that he needed someone to just sit and listen. Austin wasn’t the kind of person to talk in depth about the things that really upset him. He was more of the “suffer in silence until I inevitably blow up” type. You, on the other hand, weren’t afraid to whine and cry to him about even the slightest of inconveniences. The two of you were polar opposites, and yet it just worked. 
“Keith let you in the house?” You asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as you watched the steam beginning to curl up and over the curtain. 
Austin let out a humorless laugh, and you could imagine him shaking his head back and forth. You smiled despite the situation, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could bite down on your thumb nail. You instantly regretted it, pulling away to see that you had already chipped your freshly painted fingers. 
“A’course he didn’t. I broke into the fucker’s place. Got my tool box back, but the damn thing had been ransacked already. The bones picked clean. I’m out over fifty dollars in tools- checked it once I got back into the car.” 
“Jesus- did he see you? That guy is absolutely insane.” Thankfully, you’d only met the man in passing a handful of times. He was the crazy townee that everybody knew and feared. Keith was the kind of person that you point out to your developing teens to scare them away from drugs and alcohol. “If you don’t want to end up like Ole’ Keith, you better not touch that stuff.” He had a bunch of handmade signs outside of his house with bible scriptures on them, meanwhile the man was dealing meth and coke to make a living. As was the deep south, filled to the brim with religious and moral hypocrisies. 
Either you were a devout Christian or just another local crackhead. Thankfully, you and Austin didn’t fall into either of those categories. You seemed to have made one of your own over the years. 
“He wasn’t home. His truck was gone. The dude left his bedroom window unlocked, so I just ripped the screen off.” 
You used to worry for Austin on a daily basis. The burns and bruises he’d come to school with broke your heart, but no matter how many times you begged your parents to let the blonde come and live with you, they always let you down. You were happy that he finally had somewhere safe to lay his head at night, though he still hadn’t broken the habit of spending most of his down time with you (and you prayed he wouldn’t ever grow out of that habit). As soon as he got off work he was making his way up to your bedroom, often dead tired down to his bones or pissed off. Your parents were gone most of the time anyway though. Your father was a hotshot business man who was away for work most of the time, and your mother insisted on following along with him after the “incident” that happened when you were twelve.
Men who spend most days without their wives and children breathing down their neck usually take advantage of the opportunity. Your father was no different. He was no saint. Then again, neither was your mother. She took most of her frustration out on you after that, and though you knew that her outbursts weren’t a direct cause of anything that you had personally done, that didn’t make it any better. 
Austin was just as much your therapist as you were his. Maybe that was the cause for your codependency. . . either way, neither of you regretted it. It only strengthened the bond, really. 
After Austin was showered and dressed in an outfit that he had left at your house some weeks ago, the two of you found yourselves sprawled out on your bed. You were busy finishing up some homework for one of your classes, and he was reading one of your magazines. He had his head hanging off the side of the mattress, ankles crossed up on one of your pillows. His wet hair was dripping onto your floor. The constant droplets hitting your outdated shag carpet lulled the two of you into a comfortable silence. The two of you didn’t need to talk 
“Where’s a newer one? This one’s a year old.” He suddenly dropped what he was reading onto the floor next to his head, sitting up so that he could face you again. 
You scrunched up your nose, dropping your psychology textbook beside you. 
“That is the newer one.” You told him, to which he scooped it up and off of the floor, turning it over and pointing at the date. 
He was right. It was old. 
It was the June twenty-first issue, the date clear to see on the front: nineteen eighty-four. Bob Dylan was posed on the front in all of his tambourine-man glory. 
“Shit. Sorry, Aus. I thought I handed you the Beatles Anniversary edition.” You started to stand up, but he waved you off. 
“I should probably get going anyway. I have to try to cook myself something. If I don’t eat now then I’ll jus’ go to bed hungry.” 
You had hoped that the two of you could order pizza tonight, but you kept your mouth shut. Lately you found yourself clinging to him a little bit harder than usual. Maybe it was the stress of your sophomore year in college, but you couldn’t be certain. You tried to school the disappointment off of your face as you nodded, standing up to walk him back to the front door. 
“Are we still driving down to see Dave’s show? His band sucks, but he’ll be disappointed if we miss it.” He asked you at the front door, shoving his sock clad feet into his work boots and tying them up haphazardly. 
You slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, eyes wide. You’d completely forgotten about your friend’s show tomorrow. You’d planned to stay after class and study in the library, but you didn’t mind cramming for next week's test. Austin laughed, the sound causing you to smile to yourself. His laugh was deep, rich and completely contagious. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your face. 
“You forgot, didn’t you?” He leaned down so that he was at your height, his smile practically blinding. 
You sucked in a breath, but nodded your head anyway. It was hard not to notice his beauty in moments like this. He’d always been handsome, but lately you’d been looking a little too closely at that. A sick twinge of guilt soured your stomach, a feeling of what could only be categorized as “betrayal” causing your face to flush. He was your best friend, and if he knew that you were looking at him like that he would probably be disgusted with you. Hell, you were horrified by your own thoughts recently. You tried to blame the odd feelings on your long-standing lack of romance, but you were starting to believe that was just an excuse.
“I completely forgot.” And you felt bad about it. You’d been so busy with your school work, the recent fight that you had with your mother and. . . well. . . Austin. You cleared your throat softly, kicking at an imaginary pebble on the tiled floor to try and distract yourself. 
Austin seemed to notice the change in attitude and put his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair in the way that he knew you despised. He chuckled when you slapped his hand away, instead moving his hand to the base of your neck so that he could pull your much smaller form against his in a tight hug. He’d always been lean and tall, but his physically demanding job had caused his muscles to fill out. He felt warm and strong, smelling of your shampoo. 
“I’ll drive us tomorrow, alright? Maybe you can get some studying done in the car.” And with that he removed his arms from around you. 
You felt the loss of his warmth like a slap in the face. You let him go though, watching as he bounded down the steps towards his van, his keys jingling in his hand with the movement. He was in higher spirits after spending a few hours in your presence. He felt lighter, like some of the crushing weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. You leaned against the doorframe, peeking your head out just to watch him. 
“I love you! Drive home safe, alright?” You called out. 
Austin couldn’t fight off the blush that raised to his ears, but he turned around and quickly returned the sentiment. You had told him that you loved him every day, but his heart still pounded like it had the very first time. Only these days he wished that you really meant it. 
That you loved him the same way that he loved you. 
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matchadobo · 2 years ago
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SHANKS; bathing with the emperor on a hot summer day
summary: in the burning afternoon at the red force, name stumbles upon her captain/husband in the bath. 🔞 tw: NSFW, sm/ut, seggs is mentioned and told here read at your own discretion, p0rn w/o plot, bath seggs, unprotected seggs, no angst, little fluff?, fem reader
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it was one of those god-forbid, humid days where you could feel your skin burning under the scorching ball of heat in the sky. your clothes uncomfortably sticking in your skin. even with a tank top and short shorts you felt yourself melting beneath the searing sun.
the floor under your feet was like a pan above an open stove. each crevice of your body damp with excruciating sweat. your vision wobbly from the intense heat as you felt a migraine coming in. sweat trickling down the sides of your face, down to your neck, glistening under the sun.
you panted incessantly, desperately trying to look for a hint of anything remotely cold to soothe the pain of summer. you glanced around the red force, each crew member in the same predicament as you. no one dares to step on the portion of the deck where there was no shade, one might say that it can fry you to death immediately. all men on deck had their shirts off, still in one place, fanning themselves, restlessly trying to survive the grave heat.
"hey, benn." you called to the group of men, cooped up in the bar. each have a tall glass of icy water. "where's captain?"
"haven't seen the lad. try his quarters?" he looked at you with tired eyes, feet propped up in the table, the sleeves of his shirts rolled up, his hair tied in a high bun; seemingly not handling the heat like everyone else.
"right." you smiled as you bid farewell. carrying your heavy body as you entered your captain's quarters.
met with the dark mahogany walls, fairly decorated with ornaments he has collected along his journey through his life. you don't miss the medium sized photo of him and luffy, smiling ear to ear while holding beetles. you can't help but smile as your heart twitched in endearment.
his gray-colored oak bedside tables decorated with trinkets settled beside his black pencil-postered bed accessorized with red, velvety sheets and an ample amount of raven and crimson pillows. the fluffy carpet beneath your feet welcomed your drowsiness amidst the hot weather. lateral from the bed was his three-mirrored vanity, also in gray-colored oak, where his coat was lazily hung on of the mirrors. you glanced at the door beside it and saw it ajar as the quiet sound of water splashes emanated from the small gap.
there he is.
you sauntered to where he was, slowly opening the door, careful not to disturb anything. you met with his raspberry eyes, sultrily holding your gaze as a smirk crept on his pink lips at your company. he was holding a glass of wine, hair graciously slicked back, and skin glistening from staying in the water for too long. "need something, love?"
"why didn't you say so that you've got the bath all to yourself?" you irritably gritted your teeth, blowing air in dismay, rolling your eyes, and simultaneously taking your clothes off.
"slow down, sweetheart. the weather's already hot as it is, don't go making it hotter for me, aye?" he placed the glass down, fixing up his position in order to make room for you. "don't be so angry with me now, doll. let me make it up you, come." he suavely called out, voice as smooth as the velvet sheets in his bed where you always find yourself ending up naked beside him.
"you better be." you retorted, finally taking off the last article of clothing—your panties. you saw how his eyes trailed down to your plush thighs, to your enticing bundle if nerves, to the curve of your hips and ratio of your waist, to the round mounds of flesh on your chest, up to your alluring face. you never miss how his eyes always mirrored that lustful yet genuine look he gives you whenever you stand bare before him like this. he slowly licks his lips and opens his thighs for you to sit in the space between, not breaking eye contact before your back faces him.
you finally sat down, moaning at the relief of the cold water soothing your body and his breath hot against your neck. "care for a wine, darling?"
he softly uttered beside you, his hand with a wine glass extended to you before placing subtle kisses on the smooth skin that connects your shoulders and neck. your skin tingled at the sensation of his wet lips, your thighs shivered slightly in response. "a rum'd be better but this'll do." you returned, taking the glass of wine.
he suddenly started getting suggestive, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh just at the tip of your jaw. "i thought the weather was the only thing in heat, seems you are too." you reached over the mini wooden table on the bathroom to place the glass down.
you felt him chuckle and grin on your skin, nibbling on the flesh as his stubble poked on you. you cringe at the pain but you love it, how his wet, hot lips feel against your cold skin, how his stubble graze and contrasted with the softness of your skin, how his hums and silent growls grow loud each time he elicits a moan from you. his arm snaked around your waist, feeling your chest up. you threw your head back, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure the redhead is evoking off of you. "holding it will only make it louder, angel." he whispered against your ear, voice gruff and heavy on lust. "i know it feels good baby, come on i wanna hear how good i make you feel." he played with your skin between his teeth, licking your ears afterwards.
"f-fucking prick," you weakly muttered, biting your lips as you refuse giving him the satisfaction. the grip on the mounds on your chest grew hungrier, kneading and playing with the sensitive bit between his thumb and index finger as his knees started maneuvering your thighs to get under your bundle of nerves.
for a disabled man like shanks, he's irritably skilled in manipulating you and your body under his spell. until your eyes mirror hearts, your mouth starts drooling, your words become mumbles and gibberish, and all you could utter and beg for is him. for the short amount of time that you two are together, he has memorized what gets you screaming, which positions and maneuvers drives you insane, which spots sends you into climax, and where you'd exactly want him to be. he knows everything about you by heart. that's why now, you're a complete mess under him.
"can you blame me, sweet stuff? i can't get enough of you." he continued, gravelly voice reaching your rabbiting chest. leaving scattered splotches of blues and purples in the span of your neck at his wake, all the while rubbing his knees on your core as he dug deeper within you. your body twisted in pleasure as you try gripping the sides of his ceramic, stygian tub to somehow get a hold of your fucking self. little whimpers escape your parted lips as your eyes rolled at the back of your head. his fiery, rose-colored eyes not missing each twinge of elation in your face—growing hard at each noise and spasm you make under his grasp.
"s-stop teasing..!" you tried to mumble out words from your cloudy head, all you could focus on was the combined pleasure if his touch in your chest and your core that sent your mind in a flurry.
"but you love it so much, don't you my angel?" his voice was soft, yet demonic. alluring you into his sins, his aura so dark yet so gentle. his movements growing rougher and faster as you neared your high. "you crave for how i drive you fucking crazy, don't you my love?" he growled through gritted teeth, voice deeply hungry for you.
"my my, look at you. doing all the work for me."he praised you, letting you rub yourself on his thighs. the sound of water splashing with each other with your lips squelching underwater sent him even harder you could feel him throbbing against your back. you could feel your stomach bubbling in pleasure as it approaches your core. you weren't even trying to be quiet anymore, you were begging for your sweet release.
"go on darling, reach your high." and with that, your first climax came. yes, first. you know full well that this is just the beginning. your captain hasn't even used his member yet and you're already a wet mess. you settled down as you tried calming yourself down, leaning back and resting your head on his shoulders. your damp locks sticking to your skin with sweat and the wet bath.
as soon as the emperor heard your pants becoming more regulated, he immediately uttered an order. "face me." you found yourself immediately spinning around and settling yourself on his lap, straddling him. he raised your chin with his index finger, trying to meet your eyes. "let me see you, sweetheart." your cheeks had that flushed tint of red from arousal and the heat of his gaze that he adored so much. you see how his face softened with one look at you as he reached over and caressed your cheek, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. "it still baffles me how someone as enchanting as you is sitting in front me."
"fuck off with the compliments, ojisan." you rolled your eyes, despite the race of heat from your neck to your cheeks. "get into it, yeah?" you smugly challenged him, putting both of your arms beside his figure while his large one was settled on your hips, keeping you in place.
his once soft smiled turned into a sharp grin as he pulled you into his lips. your arms wrapped around his neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. he hummed through your lips, exploring every edge of your mouth to elicit another pleasurable sound from you. his hand traversed across the span of your back, taking delight in the softness of your skin in his touch as he manipulates your tongue with his. his hand roaming down your rear, kneading the voluptous flesh in his palm as he spreads you, prepping you for his entrance.
as he had successfully aroused every sexual desire within you, you started to induce friction and grind yourself back and forth. your lips spreading ever so often as his pulsating member slides within your crevice from your incessant back and forth motion. he threw his head back after gutturally moaning in your open mouth at the fervent stimulation. you reached over to plant splotches of red and purple on his neck as he bucked his hips upward. his girth throwing you off guard, making you lose your balance at his sudden movement. "i got you, love." he chuckled lightly, supporting you from the small of your back.
as the first stretch came, you two let out a big breath of ecstasy; high on each other. you tightened around him as he tried moving, for a man of two meters his size is not a joking matter. no matter how much you grow accustomed to it, it still catches you off guard. as you two went at it, you rested your head on his shoulder as the squirmy feeling started bubbling in your stomach. shanks kept whispering filthy nothings in your ear, biting it ever so often, mumbling about how good and tight you clench around him with each thrust, his hot pants and breaths echoing like a melody on your ear.
the plashing of the bathwater and the sticky slapping of skin wet with liquid unbeknowst to the both of you whether it is come, soap, or the water echoed throughout the room. the floor getting wet with the amount of water leaving the tub from your carnal movements with him. endless, hungry moans of sinful desire, each with the utter of one another's names. as your bodies get closer to each other, so was your climaxes. his hips stuttering, your thighs wobbling, your and his' minds clouded with lust and amor.
reaching your climaxes with the chorus of moans of pleasure and pants of weariness, the redhead aroused. "up for another, angel?"
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FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT UM??? SORRY??? just had this idea in one sitting and wrote it immediately bcoz philippines is like a fucking oven rn, NOT EVEN JOKING MY SKIN FEELS LIKE IT'S ACTUALLY BURNING EACH TIME I GO OUT. omg cha writing for another charac other than kidd?????????? yes i find shanks hot too, what do we expect
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nikachansstuff · 5 months ago
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There’s freedom in being homeless
The last son. The seventh one. But if anyone would had bothered to ask you, you would say your lucky number was eight. But nobody asked, and you got used to it pretty fast: nobody did care enough to ask you anything. And you blamed Fate for being so unkind.
It bothered at first, but you learn to live with the indifference. Your mother’s soft and warm presence was the exception.
My little fox.
That’s how she used to call you. Because of the different shades of red in your hair, you see? And your habit of hiding in the forest before dinner, but that nasty little trick was not your mother’s favorite.
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“Lucien, you know how punctual your father is, come out, wherever you are!”
You would always obey, but not without pushing a few more minutes at each time. That ended when in one particular day, it was Father who came to your rescue. You learned that day about his wrath and how hot that fire could burn without leaving scars.
You stopped going to the forest that day.
You learned your place. As seventh son. The last in line, for heirloom or fatherly affection. It was strange at first, when you realized the difference in treatment between you and yours kin. Except for the oldest, who still had reached out in the early days, teach you how to hunt, how to fish. The closest to a brotherly figure you experienced as a youngling.
It was all gone when your voice got deeper, and your body grown stronger with muscles. Your skin was also darker - the darkest - but you were always the one outside, by the woods and all the villages. Basking by the sun, enjoying the common folk sense of community while walking in those autumn villages. It was only natural all the tan lines, the different highlights among the red in your head.
She found it beautiful. All of it.
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Jesminda.
Jes. Min. Da.
Her name on your tongue was a soft caress. How each syllable played with it, reaching the climax of touching the rooftop of your mouth only at the last one. Jes. Min. Da.
She found you, in one of that long walk by her village. She approached you, offering those damn peaches, soft as her skin. You were shocked by her boldness, the way she touched your arm while suggesting sweet nothings. And you found yourself shy in her presence, that female who wanted you so openly. So strange for you to be shy, but that was her power: rendering you speechless.
The first time you took her was not under the moonlight of lovers. No, it was bright midday, the sun high in the sky, shining down on your bodies. Against an ancient oak tree, her back scaring lightly due the pressure and all the ravenous kisses. And in your heart, you knew she was the one the Mother had promised for the blessed ones.
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“I adore you, my lord,” she had whispered the night before they found you both and took you to that clearing.
Because Fate never serve you kindly.
You didn’t know how much a person could bleed while still breathing. All that red matched perfectly the autumn’s leaves slowing descending in her body and you still remember the ache in your throat as you begged for your brothers to stop. To take your life instead, because without her… what was the point?
She died and you only watched. You waited for your turn, but in flashes, you survived. You were rescued, and against your will, you had breathed to see the afters of that endless pain.
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The High Lord of Spring, your savior, gave you shelter in his lands. Gave you a purpose as the years followed and for that, you gave him your loyalty, friendship and admiration. His lands became the closest to a home you ever experienced. Until her.
Her darkness spread to every mile of land, you felt it in your bones but you followed your Lord to that damn ball. And in a moment of pure rebellion, you dare defy her.
You lost one eye that day and the irony didn’t scape you: how you would gladly welcomed the lost of sign that day they took Jesminda’s life. How you have wish for it.
But Fate never served you kindly.
So the search begin for the mortal woman who would break the curse. Her eyes were sparkling blue and in those months, you could taste the promise of happiness and freedom. She saved all kingdom and you witness as she became a shell of a female, broken as you were those early days after your personal tragedy.
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But you were still loyal to your Lord so you followed him into the darkness. Everything to get her back, to free her from that Night’s devil. So you allied yourself with a different devil, because it was the price and you would gladly pay it if the female you called friend could see freedom again in Spring.
It was in that throne room that you were blessed by the Cauldron. A frail thing, her damp nightgown hugged the new fae body and you felt it then, the pull of that bond connecting you both.
Mate. My mate.
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She was nothing like Jesminda.
Big brown doe eyes, her hair a shade of golden darker then her sisters. The lady was the prettiest female you ever saw. And she was yours.
And you thought that finally you would have some small measure of peace. Some kindness, the same that those brown eyes promised.
“You betrayed us.”
She said and the pain shattered some part of you. A part you were blissful unaware before her sweet voice uttered those words.
The sense of urgency to be useful took every fiber of your being so you volunteered to search for the bird of flame. Maybe by freeing the cursed queen, your mate would finally look you in the eyes without that coldness.
And you would finally be able to look at her without shame.
There’s freedom in being homeless.
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Her blue eyes greeted you with such hope you were taken aback that first night. The fire in her spoke to yours, and something familiar seemed to calm that deep wound.
Like calls to like and it was pride that sparked inside you. A mission completed, a step closer to live whatever the unkind Fate had thrown at you.
After the war, the nights became shorter and the days endless. But that was not a problem, because those blue eyes shone brighter under moonlight.
And you no longer feel so free because with the other exiled you finally found a home.
The pull still pulses inside you, the running river of instincts still calls you. The longing keeps you company during the days.
But the nights… her blue eyes shine bright, reminding you of something familiar, soft as those damn peaches.
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awkward-fink · 2 months ago
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CoD Simon Riley, AU, childhood 1
This is an AU that was stuck in my head, at least its part 1. Its not nice this part. Simons history is not a nice one. It will get better in part 2, promise.
TW: Drunken violence, children in bad care, helplessness, child endangerment (slightly)
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, clear blue and only a few perfectly shaped clouds to see wandering about. The rays shining down on the earth were warm and pleasant. The air was just slightly too warm for winter. Smoke was wafting out of chimneys on the houses lining the street. Snow lined the walkways and covered the small patch of grass that was generously called a play park, fresh and white and inviting to play in, to roll around and make snowmen. Children were running around in the play park, happily laughing and loud, screeching and screaming and throwing balls made of snow.
It was a beautiful day. A day for families to spend time together, for laying around and watching over children, for leaning in and whispering sweet promises under the sun, to make promises of hot chocolate and warm blankets for after the playtime. It was a day for light hearts and fun all along. At least this was all of the mentioned for many of the people living in the happy little houses along the street. But as always, there are some, for whom the day was not as bright and sunny and happy.
It was also a miserable day. At least for young Simon Riley it was, but which day wasn’t miserable that he had to be home, he thought as he looked out of the ratty old window, spiderweb like cracks running along the lower left corner, his pointer finger slowly tracing along the cracks, feeling the coldness nip at the pad of his finger.
His forehead thunked against the old glass and he was sure he was adding more cracks or maybe another dent to the thing, but thankfully it stayed intact. He was sure that his father would have his hide if he even so much as put another crack into the old glass, and he was also sure it wouldn’t end with harsh words. His back burns as he thinks about last week, when Tommy had shattered a dinner plate by accident and Simon had taken the blame before the younger boy could even start to cry.
His flat brown eyes stared forlornly out of the window, not even focusing on anything specific, but just staring down the street, trying to ignore the angry shouts downstairs, the rising voice of his father and the loud sounds and voices of a soccer match in the television. It was a Saturday like any other, a Saturday like any other in the last few years.
As Simon tried to tune out the angry curse words from downstairs, his tired gaze wandered to the house right on the other side of the street, which his window was facing. It was one like all the others, old and kind of rundown but in a cozy and lazy kind of way. It had been empty for a few months, months in which Simon and Tommy had found shelter in the empty rooms whenever their father had come home drunk, or had a fit of anger.
It was just one house like the others on the street, old and kind of crooked, built after WW2 with safety in mind. Made from thick stones and wood, it promised safety within. The street Simon and his family lived in was one with mostly old houses, one family per roof, not one of those disgustingly tall ugly buildings without character that housed every kind of ruffian and thieves. His father’s words, not his own. His father often cried out angry words about the moloch that was slowly eating the nice suburban areas, integrated it into the hodgepodge that was the thriving stinking city of Manchester.
But their shelter had been bought by a family, or Simon thought it was a family, as he had always ever seen a short and thickly build woman and her three children, two older girls and a boy that was nearly the same age as Simon. And there was a dog, an ugly thing of canine, snaggle toothed, bent ears and a tail which seemed to have been bent into the wrong direction one to many times to be considered straight anymore. Simon had watched them, anger burning in his chest as one of his only safe heavens had been stripped away from him, him and Tommy, and now they had to seek shelter underneath the muddy overhang behind the swing set in the playpark again.
Right at this moment, the two sisters were at the side of the house with their mother, bend over and tending the still slightly overgrown garden, making it ready for winter. The son, a russet-color haired boy, not as big as Simon, but also not as lanky and awkward yet, hadn’t hit puberty yet it seemed, was sitting on the side porch, the ugly dog in between his legs and grooming the ruddy looking thing, not that it was helping any way.
The scene was disgustingly domestic and quiet.
Simon watched them for a few minutes, maybe an hour, looking at them just doing things and talking with one another.
He hated everything at this scene. It was everything that he could not have. He could not have quiet times with his mother in the overgrown garden of their house, because there was no garden, only a trash heap that no one dared to get near. He could not just sit at the side of the house with a pet, because the only things his father brought home were snakes and lizards and spiders as big as a grown man’s hand.
He only turned away when his door opened with a soft squeaking sound and Simon knew instantly who had entered his room, since the voice shouting obscenities was still downstairs and his Mother was surely not brave enough to enter the room of her eldest boy, not anymore. The soulful eyes of his younger brother looked at him, a small green plastic toy soldier, which was missing an arm and had scratches all over his legs, pressed against his chest. It was a toy Simon had found by accident at the playpark some time ago and had gifted it to Tommy, who was treating it like his most precious treasure.
“Simon…” “Yeah?” “Can we play something?” Simon stared, his mind racing and he took another glance outside at the russet-haired boy stumbling around, trying to get the ugly dog to move without much success, and then he looked back at his brother, the softest smile he was possible of giving on his lips. “Sure. Come over here, we can build a tent with my blanket and play fort and soldier there.”
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Hours later darkness had fallen over Manchester, the snow slowly melting away in the downpour of a mixture of rain and snow, cold wind whipping around corners and teasing trees to let their last remaining leaves fall. It turned the pristine white snow in the small street into a muddy brown and soppy mass that clung to shoes and coats and let its moisture seep into cloth, stealing body heat like leeches. It was miserable weather for the end of a wonderful day and no one in their right minds was leaving their house to go outside into this weather. A weather that was meant to be enjoyed inside, on a cozy couch, underneath heated blankets and with mugs of hot chocolate. A perfect ending, in a way.
At least, until-
The door swings open quickly, banging against the wall even though the sound is drowned out by the drunken screaming and cussing of his Father as Simon tumbles out and down the three small stairs of the side entrance. Tommy, crying silently and clutching onto his big brother, was held firmly in the older boy’s arms, safely away from the beer bottle flying over his shoulder. The bottle shatters on the gravel of the small garden path, spilling remaining liquid and glass shards all over the place.
“Getbak here, ya lil shit! U ain't talkin to me like this again when I get my mitts on ya! I’m yer DAD! Gimme some damn respect, ya freak! COME BACK NOW!! COME BACK THIS INSTANT!”
Simon runs as soon as his sock clad feet hit the wet ground, not looking back once, even as he can hear his Father drunkenly stumbling after him, the sounds of something breaking soon following, but he is finally at the corner and then at the fence, and over it.
The mixture of rain and snow is quick to soak into his old shirt and the small shorts he was wearing to bed, its also soaking into small Tommys nightclothes, Simons old school gym clothes. They are both shivering, out of the light as the door to their kitchen slams shut, and utterly alone.
And Simon blinks, his heart racing in his chest, blood pumping through his veins. He is scared, though he would never admit to it. He can’t look at Tommy, shivering and sniveling Tommy in his arms, safe and sound and scared, he can’t. His face turns upwards to the clouded sky, blinking as droplets of water hit his face and run down his cheek.
He is not crying, he is NOT.
But… But what is he going to do now….
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hopestrope · 7 months ago
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Rhaenys Targaryen, The Queen that Should Have Been
"Rook’s Rest was Ser Criston’s next objective. Forewarned of their coming, Lord Staunton closed his gates and defied the attackers. Behind his walls, his lordship could only watch as his fields and woods and villages were burned, his sheep and cattle and smallfolk put to the sword. When provisions inside the castle began to run low, he dispatched a raven to Dragonstone, pleading for succor...
Here Mushroom’s version seems most likely, for we know that nine days after Lord Staunton dispatched his plea for help, the sound of leathern wings was heard across the sea, and the dragon Meleys appeared above Rook’s Rest. The Red Queen, she was called, for the scarlet scales that covered her. The membranes of her wings were pink, her crest, horns, and claws bright as copper. And on her back, in steel and copper armor that flashed in the sun, rode Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was.
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Ser Criston Cole was not dismayed. Aegon’s Hand had expected this, counted on it. Drums beat out a command, and archers rushed forward, longbowmen and crossbowmen both, filling the air with arrows and quarrels. Scorpions were cranked upward to loose iron bolts of the sort that had once felled Meraxes in Dorne. Meleys suffered a score of hits, but the arrows only served to make her angry. She swept down, spitting fire to right and left. Knights burned in their saddles as the hair and hide and harness of their horses went up in flames. Men-at-arms dropped their spears and scattered. Some tried to hide behind their shields, but neither oak nor iron could withstand dragon’s breath. Ser Criston sat on his white horse shouting, “Aim for the rider,” through the smoke and flame. Meleys roared, smoke swirling from her nostrils, a stallion kicking in her jaws as tongues of fire engulfed him.
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Then came an answering roar. Two more winged shapes appeared: the king astride Sunfyre the Golden, and his brother Aemond upon Vhagar. Criston Cole had sprung his trap, and Rhaenys had come snatching at the bait. Now the teeth closed round her.
Princess Rhaenys made no attempt to flee. With a glad cry and a crack of her whip, she turned Meleys toward the foe. Against Vhagar alone she might have had some chance, but against Vhagar and Sunfyre together, doom was certain. The dragons met violently a thousand feet above the field of battle, as balls of fire burst and blossomed, so bright that men swore later that the sky was full of suns. The crimson jaws of Meleys closed round Sunfyre’s golden neck for a moment, till Vhagar fell upon them from above. All three beasts went spinning toward the ground. They struck the ground so hard that stones fell from the battlements of Rook’s Rest half a league away.
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Those closest to the dragons did not live to tell the tale. Those farther off could not see for the flame and smoke. It was hours before the fires guttered out. But from those ashes, only Vhagar rose unharmed. Meleys was dead, broken by the fall and ripped to pieces upon the ground. And Sunfyre, that splendid golden beast, had one wing half torn from his body, whilst his royal rider had suffered broken ribs, a broken hip, and burns that covered half his body. His left arm was the worst. The dragonflame had burned so hot that the king’s armor had melted into his flesh.
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A body believed to be Rhaenys Targaryen was later found beside the carcass of her dragon, but it was so blackened that no one could be sure it was her. Beloved daughter of Lady Jocelyn Baratheon and Prince Aemon Targaryen, faithful wife to Lord Corlys Velaryon, mother and grandmother, the Queen Who Never Was lived fearlessly, and died amidst blood and fire. She was fifty-five years old."
-Fire and Blood, George R.R. Martin
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pykxz · 10 months ago
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hi.
you're on a rock floating in space.
pretty cool, huh?
some of it's water.
fuck it, actually most of it's water.
i can't even get from here to there without buying a boat.
it's sad.
i'm sad.
i miss you.
how did this happen?
a long time ago, actually never, and also now, nothing is nowhere.
when?
never.
makes sense, right?
like i said, it didn't happen.
nothing was never anywhere.
that's why it's been everywhere.
it's been so everywhere you don't need a where.
you don't even need a when.
that's how every it gets.
forget this.
i wanna be something.
go somewhere.
do something.
i want things to change.
i want to invent time and space.
and i know it's possible because everything is here and it probably already happened.
i just don't know when to start.
and that's exactly where it started.
whoah, i paused it.
i think there's a universe now.
what's it made of?
quarks & stuff
ah, that's a thing.
in a place.
don't like it?
try a new place.
at a different time™.
try to stick together, because the world is gonna get bigger.
and emptier.
but it's not empty yet.
it's still very full, and about a kjghpillion degrees.
great news!
the quarks are now happily married, in groups of three called a proton or a neutron
and there's something else flying around too that wants to join in but can't cause it's still too
HOT great news!
the protons and neutrons are now happily married to each other.
and some of them even doubled up.
great news, the electrons have now joined in
congratulations, the world is now a bunch of gas in space.
but it's getting closer together.
and it's getting closer together.
and it's getting closer toge-
it's a star
new shit just got made!
some stars burn out and die.
bigger stars burn out and die with passion, and make some brand new, way crazier shit.
space dust
which allows newer, more interesting stars to be made, and then die, and explode into
even crazier space dust
so now stars have cool stuff around them, like rocks, ice, and funny clouds, which can make some very interesting things.
like this ball of flaming rocks for example.
holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks.
and it kind of made a mess.
which is
now the moon
weather update:
it's raining rocks from outer space.
weather update:
those rocks might have had water inside them, and now there's hot steam in the sky.
weather update:
cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava.
weather update:
it's raining.
severe flooding alert:
the entire world is now an ocean.
volcano alert:
that's land!
there's life in the ocean
what?
something's alive in the ocean
oh cool, like a plant or an animal?
no, a microscopic speck.
it lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup, which is being served hot and fresh, made from gnarly space ingredients left over from when it was raining rocks or whatever.
oh yeah, and it can do that.
it has secret instructions written inside itself telling it how to build another one of itself.
so that's pretty nifty, i would say.
tired of living at the bottom of the ocean?
now you can eat sunlight!
using a revolutionary technique, you can convert sunlight into food
taste the sun
side effect: now there's oxygen everywhere and the sky's blue.
then the earth might have been a snowball for a while, maybe even a couple of times.
it's a sponge.
it's a plant.
it's a worm, and some other types of weird strange water bugs and strange fish.
it's the Cambrian explosion
"wow, that's animals and stuff"
but we're still in the ocean, hey, can we go on land?
no
why?
the sun is a deadly lazer
oh okay.
not anymore, there's a blanket
now the animals can go on land.
come on, animals, let's go on land!
nope, can't walk yet.
and there's no food yet, so i don't care.
ok, will you learn to walk if there's plants up here?
maybe, said some bugs, and fish.
ok, so i can go on land, but i have to go back in the water to
have babies
learn to use an egg.
i was already doing that.
use a stronger egg.
put water in it.
have a baby, on land, in an egg.
water is in the egg.
baby, in the egg, in the water, in the egg.
works for me.
bye bye ocean
and now everything's huge.
including bugs.
wanna see a map of the land?
sure.
oh fuck, now everything's dead.
just kidding, here are the survivors.
keep your eye on this one because it's about to become the dinosaurs.
here's another map of the land.
yeah, it broke apart, don't worry about it, it does that all the time.
here comes a meteor.
and the dinosaurs are gone
it's mammal time, here come the mammals.
look at those breasts.
now they're gonna dominate the world and one of them just learned how to grab stuff.
and walk.
no, like, walk like that.
and grab stuff at the same time.
and bang rocks together to make pointed rocks.
"ouch"
and set things on fire.
"yeouch"
and make crazy sounds with their voice.
"gneurshk"
which can mean different things.
that's a human person
and now they're everywhere.
almost.
ice age
what, you can walk over here?
cool.
not anymore
well i guess we're stuck here now.
let's review.
there's people on the planet.
and they're chasing their food.
fuck it, time to plant some grass.
look at this.
i control the food now.
now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me.
let's all build houses except mine is bigger because i own the food.
this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this.
tired of using rocks for everything?
use metal.
it's underground.
better farming was just invented, in a sweet dank valley right in between these two rivers.
and the animals are helping.
guess what happens next
more food.
and more people who came to buy the food.
now you need people to help make the food and keep track of the sales.
and now you need houses for people to live in and people to make the houses, and now there's more people and they invent things, which makes things better and more people come and there's more farming and more people to make more things for more people and now there's business, money, writing, laws, power.
Society
coming soon to a dank river valley near you.
meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, the horse is probably being tamed.
why is all my metal so lame and lumpy?
tired of using lame, sad metal?
introducing
Bronze
made with special ingredient tin from the far lands of tin land.
i don't know, my dealer won't tell me where he gets it.
also, guess what?
egypt
meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, they figured out how to put wheels on a horse.
now we're getting somewhere.
also
china
and did i mention
indus river valley civilization
norte chico
the middle east is getting more complicated, maybe because it's in the middle of the east.
knock knock, er, clop clop.
it's the people with the horses.
and they made an empire.
and then everyone else copied their horses.
greeks
ah look, it must be the greeks, er, a beta version of the greeks.
let's check in with the indus river valley civilization.
they're gone.
guess who's not gone?
china
new arrivals in india, maybe it's those horse people i was talking about, or their cousins or something
and they wrote some hymns and mantras and stuff
you could make a religion out of this.
there's the bronze age collapse.
now the phoenicians can get down to business
also, can we switch to a metal that's a little easier to find?
thanks.
look who came back to israel, it's the twelve tribes of israel.
and they believe in God
just 1 though, he's got like a ten step program.
here's some huge heads.
must be the olmecs.
the phoenicians make some colonies.
the greeks copy their idea and make some colonies.
the phoenicians made a colony so big it makes colonies.
here comes the assyrian empire.
never mind, it's the babylonian- median-
it's the Persian Empire
"wow, that's big"
ah, the buddha was just enlightened.
who's the buddha?
this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we're all dying.
you could make a religion out of this.
oops, china just broke, but while it was breaking, confucius was figuring out how to have good morals.
ah, the greeks just had the idea of thinking about stuff.
and right over here, alexander just had the idea of conquering the entire persian empire.
it's a great idea.
he was great.
and now he's dead.
hopefully the rest of the gang will be able to share the empire evenly between them.
knock knock, it's chandragupta, he says get the hell out of here.
will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants?
ok thanks, bye
time to conquer all of india
or
most of india
but what about this part?
that's the tamil kings, no one conquers the tamil kings.
who are the tamil kings?
merchants, probably
and they've got spices
who would like to buy the spices?
me, said the arabians, swiftly buying it and selling it to the rest of the world.
hey, china put itself back together again, with good morals as their main philosophy.
actually, they have three main philosophies.
out here, the horse nomads run wild and free, and they would like to ransack your city.
let's check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms.
greekification overload!
bye, said the parthians.
bye, said the jews.
hi, said the parthians, taking over the entire place.
heyyyyyyyy, said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast.
thanks for invading our homeland, said the jews, who were starting to get tired of people invading their homeland.
hi, everything's great, said some guy who seems to be getting very popular and is then arrested and killed for being too popular, which only makes him more popular.
you could make a religion out of this.
want silk?
now you can buy it from china.
they just made a
brand new road to the world
or you can
get there on water
sick! new trade routes! said india, accidentally spreading their religion to the entire southeast.
hmm, that's a good place for an epic trading kingdom.
there goes buddhism traveling up the silk road.
i wonder if it'll reach china before it collapses again.
remember the persian empire?
yep, said the persians, making a new one.
axum is getting so powerful they would like to build a long stick.
has anyone populated madagascar yet?
let's do it together.
china is whole again
then it broke again
still can't cross the sahara desert?
try camels.
hell yeah! now we've got business
said the ghana empire, selling lots of gold, and slaves
hi, i live in the roman empire, and i was wondering
is loving jesus legal yet?
no.
actually, ok, sure, said constantine, moving the capital way over here to be closer to his
main rival
don't worry about rome, it won't fall.
it's the golden age of india
there's the gupta empire, not chandragupta, just gupta.
first name chandra.
the first.
guess who's in rome?
barbarians
what's a barbarian?
non-romans, said the romans, being invaded by non-romans.
r.i.p., roman empire, er, actually just half of it, the other half is just fine, but it's not in rome anymore so let's give it a new name.
the mayans have figured out the stars
oh and here's a huge city, population: everyone
the göktürks have taken over the entire eurasian steppe.
great job, göktürks.
how's india?
broken.
how's china?
back together
how's those trading kingdoms?
bigger, and there's more of them
korea has 3 kingdoms.
japan has a kingdom, it's the sunrise kingdom.
deep in the arabian desert, on the top of a mountain, the real god whispers in muhammed's ear.
so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods and he tells them their gods are all fake.
and everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town.
you could make a religion out of this.
and maybe conquer the world as well.
the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope.
plus there's
new kingdoms all over europe
i wonder if there's room for moors.
here's all the wisdom.
in a house.
it's the baghdad house of wisdom.
just in time for the
islamic golden age
let's bring stuff to the coast and sell it, and become the swahili on the swahili coast, said the swahili on the swahili coast.
remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there?
someone owns that now.
wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?
the franks have the biggest kingdom in europe, and the pope is so proud that he invites the king over for christmas.
surprise! you're the new roman emperor, said the pope, pretending to still be part of the roman empire.
then the franks broke their kingdom into what will later be called france and not france.
but the northerners, or just norse if you don't have much time, are exploring.
they go north, from the north to the northern north.
and they find some land.
two types of land.
and they name them accordingly.
they also invade some other places, and get called many names, such as vikings.
there's the rus.
the kievan rus.
are they vikings?
i don't think so, said the kievan rus.
ok, fair enough.
the pope is ready to make some more emperors.
of the "roman empire".
the holy roman empire.
it's actually germany but don't worry about it.
new kingdoms.
christianize all the kingdoms
which brand would you like?
mine's better.
mine's better.
mine's better.
time to conquer england, said william.
it's a bird, it's a plane
it's the seljuk turks
aah! said the byzantine empire who's getting so small and almost doesn't exist anymore.
we need help!
they need help, so they call the pope.
hey pope, can you help us get rid of the seljuks?
maybe take back the holy land on the way?
come on, i know you want to take back the holy land.
yes, i do actually want to do that.
let's do a crusade.
crusade
they did many crusades, some of which almost didn't fail.
but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals.
goodbye mayans.
hello toltecs
goodbye toltecs.
hello mississippi
look at those mounds.
there's the pueblo.
i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.
guess who's here?
khmer.
where?
here.
and pagan is there.
vietnam unconquered itself, korea just became itself, and japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government.
china just invented bombs, and typing.
and the mongols just invaded most of the universe.
nice going, Genghis!
i bet that will last a long time.
some of the islamic turks were unaffected by the mongol invasions because they were busy invading india.
is it tonga time?
i think it's tonga time.
i just found out where the swahili gets all their gold.
look at this chad.
means "lake".
there's an empire there.
right in the middle of
Africa
the king of mali is so rich he's going on tour to let everyone know.
wow, that guy's rich, everyone said.
the christians are doing a great job reconquering iberia, which will soon be called spain and not spain.
please remain christian.
we will check in later to see if you're still christian when you least expect.
whoops, half of europe just died.
ming
china's back, yay!
hey khmer, time to share.
new kingdoms here and there.
oh, look who controls all the islands.
it's the mahajapit.
majahapit.
mapajahit.
mahapajit.
mapajahit.
majapahit?
oh, italy's really rich, time for them to care a lot about art and the ancient classics.
it's kinda like a rebirth.
here's a printer.
let's make books.
so you think you can conquer the byzantine empire?
yep, said the ottoman turks.
nice job, ottoman turks.
whoops, you missed a spot.
don't forget to ban europe from the indian spice trade.
what? that's bullshit, said portugal, spiceless.
well i guess we'll have to find another way to india
wait! said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack.
if the world is round, let's go this way to india.
nah, don't worry, we already got this, said portugal.
so chris goes to spain.
hey spain, wanna hire me to find india by going around back of the world?
no.
please?
no.
please?
no.
please?
ok.
so he sails into the ocean.
and discovers more ocean.
and then discovers the indies.
and japan.
let's draw a line to decide who gets which half of the world.
the aztec and inca empires are off to a great start.
i wonder if they know that europe just discovered their continent?
the habsburgs are marrying into so many royal families they might have to start marrying each other.
move over lithuania, here comes moscow.
ivan wants to make russia great again.
move over timurids, maybe go invade india or something.
persia just made persia persian again.
let's make it the other kind of islam.
the one where we thought the first guy should have been the other guy.
hey christians!
do you sin?
now you can buy your way out of hell.
that's bullshit.
this whole thing is bullshit.
that's a scam.
fuck the church.
here's 95 reasons why, said martin luther, in his new book, which might have accidentally started the protestant reformation.
you know what would be magnificent, said suleiman, wearing an onion hat?
what if the ottoman empire was really big?
which it is now.
what if russia was big? said ivan, trying not to be terrible.
portugal had a dream that they controlled the entire indian ocean, including the spice trade.
and then that dream was real.
and spain realized that this is not india, but they pillaged it anyway.
damn, said england and france.
we gotta start pillaging some stuff.
then the dutch revolt and all the hipsters move to amsterdam.
damn, said amsterdam.
we gotta start pillaging some stuff.
question 1: can you get to india through north america?
no, but at least there's beaver.
question 2: steal the spice trade.
that's not a question, but the dutch did it anyway.
sugar
guess where all the sugar's made?
in brazil.
stolen
and the caribbean.
and it's so god damn profitable you might forget to not do slavery.
the next thing on russia's to-do list is to get bigger.
britain and france are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world.
more specifically, ohio.
then it escalates into a seven year discussion, giving prussia a chance to show austria who's boss.
but what about britain and france, did they figure out who's boss?
yes they did.
it's britain.
guess who's broke?
also britain.
so they start taxing the hell out of america.
fuck you, says america, declaring their independence, and fighting for it.
and france helps them win, now france is broke.
and britain'll have to send their prisoners to a different continent.
wait, if france is broke, why do the king and queen still wear such fancy dresses?
let's overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off! said robespierre, cutting everybody's head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off.
you could make a reli- no, don't.
haiti is staring to like the idea of a revolution.
especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters.
why didn't we think of this before?
wait, who's in charge of france now?
me
said napoleon, trying to take over europe.
luckily, they banished him to an island.
but he came back
luckily, they banished him to another island.
there goes latin america, becoming independent in the latin american wars of independence.
britain just figured out how to turn steam into power.
so now they can make
many different types of machines and factories with machines in them so they can make a lot of products real fast
then they invent some trains.
and conquer india and maybe put some trains there.
hey, china! said britain.
buy stuff from us!
nah dude, we already got everything, says china.
so britain tried to get them addicted to opium.
which worked, actually.
but then china made it illegal and dumped it all into the sea.
so britain threw a hissy fit, and made them open up five cities and give them an island.
britain and russia are playing a game where they try to stop each other from conquering afghanistan.
also, the
sultan of oman lives in zanzibar now
"that's just where he lives"
india just had a revolution, and they would like to govern themselves now.
nope, said britain, governing them even harder than before.
technology is about to go crazy
the united states finally figured out whether slavery is good or bad.
it's bad, they decided.
and then they continued manifesting their destiny, which is to kill the rest of the natives and take their land and maybe kick out the mexicans too.
i know, let's rape africa, said europe, scrambling to see who could rape it the fastest.
they never got ethiopia
britain and france are still hungry.
they never got thailand
the united states ran out of destiny to manifest, so they're looking for more.
hawaii
cuba
wait, spain controls cuba.
well, blame something on them and go to war!
what should we blame on spain?
let's blame the maine on spain.
so they blame the maine on spain.
now we're in business.
to celebrate, they kick panama out of panama and make a canal, connecting the two oceans.
britain just found oil in the middle east.
it makes cars go
china is so tired of being bossed around that they delete their old government and make a new, stronger government, which is accidentally weaker and controlled by a guy from the previous government.
europe hasn't had a war since the last war.
so they start world war 1.
look at those guns.
it's gonna be a great war.
so great we won't need a second one.
after it's over, they blame germany.
russia went on strike and the workers overthrew the government.
now everyone's paycheck is the same.
communism
in the soviet union
the arabs revolt and britain helps.
now the ottoman empire's gone so we can give the
jewish people a place to live
hopefully the arabs won't mind.
let's cut the cake, said sykes and picot, carving up the remains of the not-so-ottoman-anymore empire.
except turkey, turkey makes a brand new turkey
and then the saudis conquer arabia.
it just seemed like the right thing to do.
hello?
yes, it's the 1920's calling.
let's get in the car and drive to a party and listen to jazz on the radio and go to the movies.
the economy's great and it'll probably be great forever, just kidding.
germany's back, featuring hitler, the angry mustache model.
and he's mad at the jews for existing.
japan is finally conquering the east, and they're so excited they rape nanking way too hard.
they should probably just deny it.
hitler's out of control.
so the international community tackles him and then tries to explain why killing all the jews is a bad idea.
but he kills himself before they could explain it to him.
that's world war 2
bonus round!
pacific showdown.
united states vs. japan.
fight!
finish him
let's unite all the nations and have some
world peace
seems legit.
hi, i'm gandhi, and if britain doesn't get the hell out of india, i'm gonna starve myself in public.
wow, that worked?
bonus, now there's pakistan.
actually two pakistans.
one of them can be bangladesh later.
the jews and the arabs finally figured out which one of them should live in the holy land.
me, they both said at the same time.
let's divide up the land so everyone's happy.
sike, they both get angrier
look out china, there's a new china in china.
what's on the menu?
communism!
no thanks, said the other china, escaping to an island.
i wonder which one is the real china?
there's the korean war, korea versus korea.
nobody wins, then it's on pause forever.
let's meet the sponsors.
oh, it's the two global superpowers.
they're having a friendly debate over which economic system is good, and which one is an evil virus of Satan.
and they both have atom bombs.
fight!
wait, no, that would be the end of the world.
let's just keep it cool and spy on each other instead.
and make sure we have enough atom bombs.
i'll race you to space.
now let's make some more countries fight themselves.
europe is tired of pillaging other continents, so the continents they were pillaging are tired of being pillaged.
so here's a new map, with new countries.
now you can't tell who they're being pillaged by.
the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad.
they decided it's bad, and the world agrees.
south africa might need another minute to think about it.
let's check the world population.
whoa.
okay.
technology's better too, that might keep happening.
the soviet union decides to relax a little, and accidentally falls apart.
europe makes a union, so now they can all use the same money, except britain, because they don't feel like it.
let's check the mail.
surprise, it's on the computer.
whoops, someone just attacked america.
i bet they'll remember that.
phone call.
surprise, it's in your pocket.
wanna learn everything?
surprise, it's on the computer.
now your phone's a computer, which is in your pocket.
whoops, the economy just crashed.
don't worry, the big banks won't fail because they're not supposed to.
surprise!
flying robots.
with bombs.
wanna print a brain?
some people have no friends.
some people have no food.
the globe is warming
and the ocean is full of plastic
let's save the planet! said everybody, not knowing how.
let's invent a thing inventor, said the thing inventor inventor, after being invented by a thing inventor.
that's pretty cool.
by the way, where the hell are we?
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the history of the entire world I guess transcript I guess
hi.
you're on a rock floating in space.
pretty cool, huh?
some of it's water.
fuck it, actually most of it's water.
i can't even get from here to there without buying a boat.
it's sad.
i'm sad.
i miss you.
how did this happen?
a long time ago, actually never, and also now, nothing is nowhere.
when?
never.
makes sense, right?
like i said, it didn't happen.
nothing was never anywhere.
that's why it's been everywhere.
it's been so everywhere you don't need a where.
you don't even need a when.
that's how every it gets.
forget this.
i wanna be something.
go somewhere.
do something.
i want things to change.
i want to invent time and space.
and i know it's possible because everything is here and it probably already happened.
i just don't know when to start.
and that's exactly where it started.
whoah, i paused it.
i think there's a universe now.
what's it made of?
quarks & stuff
ah, that's a thing.
in a place.
don't like it?
try a new place.
at a different time™.
try to stick together, because the world is gonna get bigger.
and emptier.
but it's not empty yet.
it's still very full, and about a kjghpillion degrees.
great news!
the quarks are now happily married, in groups of three called a proton or a neutron
and there's something else flying around too that wants to join in but can't cause it's still too
HOT great news!
the protons and neutrons are now happily married to each other.
and some of them even doubled up.
great news, the electrons have now joined in
congratulations, the world is now a bunch of gas in space.
but it's getting closer together.
and it's getting closer together.
and it's getting closer toge-
it's a star
new shit just got made!
some stars burn out and die.
bigger stars burn out and die with passion, and make some brand new, way crazier shit.
space dust
which allows newer, more interesting stars to be made, and then die, and explode into
even crazier space dust
so now stars have cool stuff around them, like rocks, ice, and funny clouds, which can make some very interesting things.
like this ball of flaming rocks for example.
holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks.
and it kind of made a mess.
which is
now the moon
weather update:
it's raining rocks from outer space.
weather update:
those rocks might have had water inside them, and now there's hot steam in the sky.
weather update:
cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava.
weather update:
it's raining.
severe flooding alert:
the entire world is now an ocean.
volcano alert:
that's land!
there's life in the ocean
what?
something's alive in the ocean
oh cool, like a plant or an animal?
no, a microscopic speck.
it lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup, which is being served hot and fresh, made from gnarly space ingredients left over from when it was raining rocks or whatever.
oh yeah, and it can do that.
it has secret instructions written inside itself telling it how to build another one of itself.
so that's pretty nifty, i would say.
tired of living at the bottom of the ocean?
now you can eat sunlight!
using a revolutionary technique, you can convert sunlight into food
taste the sun
side effect: now there's oxygen everywhere and the sky's blue.
then the earth might have been a snowball for a while, maybe even a couple of times.
it's a sponge.
it's a plant.
it's a worm, and some other types of weird strange water bugs and strange fish.
it's the Cambrian explosion
"wow, that's animals and stuff"
but we're still in the ocean, hey, can we go on land?
no
why?
the sun is a deadly lazer
oh okay.
not anymore, there's a blanket
now the animals can go on land.
come on, animals, let's go on land!
nope, can't walk yet.
and there's no food yet, so i don't care.
ok, will you learn to walk if there's plants up here?
maybe, said some bugs, and fish.
ok, so i can go on land, but i have to go back in the water to
have babies
learn to use an egg.
i was already doing that.
use a stronger egg.
put water in it.
have a baby, on land, in an egg.
water is in the egg.
baby, in the egg, in the water, in the egg.
works for me.
bye bye ocean
and now everything's huge.
including bugs.
wanna see a map of the land?
sure.
oh fuck, now everything's dead.
just kidding, here are the survivors.
keep your eye on this one because it's about to become the dinosaurs.
here's another map of the land.
yeah, it broke apart, don't worry about it, it does that all the time.
here comes a meteor.
and the dinosaurs are gone
it's mammal time, here come the mammals.
look at those breasts.
now they're gonna dominate the world and one of them just learned how to grab stuff.
and walk.
no, like, walk like that.
and grab stuff at the same time.
and bang rocks together to make pointed rocks.
"ouch"
and set things on fire.
"yeouch"
and make crazy sounds with their voice.
"gneurshk"
which can mean different things.
that's a human person
and now they're everywhere.
almost.
ice age
what, you can walk over here?
cool.
not anymore
well i guess we're stuck here now.
let's review.
there's people on the planet.
and they're chasing their food.
fuck it, time to plant some grass.
look at this.
i control the food now.
now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me.
let's all build houses except mine is bigger because i own the food.
this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this.
tired of using rocks for everything?
use metal.
it's underground.
better farming was just invented, in a sweet dank valley right in between these two rivers.
and the animals are helping.
guess what happens next
more food.
and more people who came to buy the food.
now you need people to help make the food and keep track of the sales.
and now you need houses for people to live in and people to make the houses, and now there's more people and they invent things, which makes things better and more people come and there's more farming and more people to make more things for more people and now there's business, money, writing, laws, power.
Society
coming soon to a dank river valley near you.
meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, the horse is probably being tamed.
why is all my metal so lame and lumpy?
tired of using lame, sad metal?
introducing
Bronze
made with special ingredient tin from the far lands of tin land.
i don't know, my dealer won't tell me where he gets it.
also, guess what?
egypt
meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, they figured out how to put wheels on a horse.
now we're getting somewhere.
also
china
and did i mention
indus river valley civilization
norte chico
the middle east is getting more complicated, maybe because it's in the middle of the east.
knock knock, er, clop clop.
it's the people with the horses.
and they made an empire.
and then everyone else copied their horses.
greeks
ah look, it must be the greeks, er, a beta version of the greeks.
let's check in with the indus river valley civilization.
they're gone.
guess who's not gone?
china
new arrivals in india, maybe it's those horse people i was talking about, or their cousins or something
and they wrote some hymns and mantras and stuff
you could make a religion out of this.
there's the bronze age collapse.
now the phoenicians can get down to business
also, can we switch to a metal that's a little easier to find?
thanks.
look who came back to israel, it's the twelve tribes of israel.
and they believe in God
just 1 though, he's got like a ten step program.
here's some huge heads.
must be the olmecs.
the phoenicians make some colonies.
the greeks copy their idea and make some colonies.
the phoenicians made a colony so big it makes colonies.
here comes the assyrian empire.
never mind, it's the babylonian- median-
it's the Persian Empire
"wow, that's big"
ah, the buddha was just enlightened.
who's the buddha?
this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we're all dying.
you could make a religion out of this.
oops, china just broke, but while it was breaking, confucius was figuring out how to have good morals.
ah, the greeks just had the idea of thinking about stuff.
and right over here, alexander just had the idea of conquering the entire persian empire.
it's a great idea.
he was great.
and now he's dead.
hopefully the rest of the gang will be able to share the empire evenly between them.
knock knock, it's chandragupta, he says get the hell out of here.
will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants?
ok thanks, bye
time to conquer all of india
or
most of india
but what about this part?
that's the tamil kings, no one conquers the tamil kings.
who are the tamil kings?
merchants, probably
and they've got spices
who would like to buy the spices?
me, said the arabians, swiftly buying it and selling it to the rest of the world.
hey, china put itself back together again, with good morals as their main philosophy.
actually, they have three main philosophies.
out here, the horse nomads run wild and free, and they would like to ransack your city.
let's check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms.
greekification overload!
bye, said the parthians.
bye, said the jews.
hi, said the parthians, taking over the entire place.
heyyyyyyyy, said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast.
thanks for invading our homeland, said the jews, who were starting to get tired of people invading their homeland.
hi, everything's great, said some guy who seems to be getting very popular and is then arrested and killed for being too popular, which only makes him more popular.
you could make a religion out of this.
want silk?
now you can buy it from china.
they just made a
brand new road to the world
or you can
get there on water
sick! new trade routes! said india, accidentally spreading their religion to the entire southeast.
hmm, that's a good place for an epic trading kingdom.
there goes buddhism traveling up the silk road.
i wonder if it'll reach china before it collapses again.
remember the persian empire?
yep, said the persians, making a new one.
axum is getting so powerful they would like to build a long stick.
has anyone populated madagascar yet?
let's do it together.
china is whole again
then it broke again
still can't cross the sahara desert?
try camels.
hell yeah! now we've got business
said the ghana empire, selling lots of gold, and slaves
hi, i live in the roman empire, and i was wondering
is loving jesus legal yet?
no.
actually, ok, sure, said constantine, moving the capital way over here to be closer to his
main rival
don't worry about rome, it won't fall.
it's the golden age of india
there's the gupta empire, not chandragupta, just gupta.
first name chandra.
the first.
guess who's in rome?
barbarians
what's a barbarian?
non-romans, said the romans, being invaded by non-romans.
r.i.p., roman empire, er, actually just half of it, the other half is just fine, but it's not in rome anymore so let's give it a new name.
the mayans have figured out the stars
oh and here's a huge city, population: everyone
the göktürks have taken over the entire eurasian steppe.
great job, göktürks.
how's india?
broken.
how's china?
back together
how's those trading kingdoms?
bigger, and there's more of them
korea has 3 kingdoms.
japan has a kingdom, it's the sunrise kingdom.
deep in the arabian desert, on the top of a mountain, the real god whispers in muhammed's ear.
so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods and he tells them their gods are all fake.
and everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town.
you could make a religion out of this.
and maybe conquer the world as well.
the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope.
plus there's
new kingdoms all over europe
i wonder if there's room for moors.
here's all the wisdom.
in a house.
it's the baghdad house of wisdom.
just in time for the
islamic golden age
let's bring stuff to the coast and sell it, and become the swahili on the swahili coast, said the swahili on the swahili coast.
remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there?
someone owns that now.
wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?
the franks have the biggest kingdom in europe, and the pope is so proud that he invites the king over for christmas.
surprise! you're the new roman emperor, said the pope, pretending to still be part of the roman empire.
then the franks broke their kingdom into what will later be called france and not france.
but the northerners, or just norse if you don't have much time, are exploring.
they go north, from the north to the northern north.
and they find some land.
two types of land.
and they name them accordingly.
they also invade some other places, and get called many names, such as vikings.
there's the rus.
the kievan rus.
are they vikings?
i don't think so, said the kievan rus.
ok, fair enough.
the pope is ready to make some more emperors.
of the "roman empire".
the holy roman empire.
it's actually germany but don't worry about it.
new kingdoms.
christianize all the kingdoms
which brand would you like?
mine's better.
mine's better.
mine's better.
time to conquer england, said william.
it's a bird, it's a plane
it's the seljuk turks
aah! said the byzantine empire who's getting so small and almost doesn't exist anymore.
we need help!
they need help, so they call the pope.
hey pope, can you help us get rid of the seljuks?
maybe take back the holy land on the way?
come on, i know you want to take back the holy land.
yes, i do actually want to do that.
let's do a crusade.
crusade
they did many crusades, some of which almost didn't fail.
but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals.
goodbye mayans.
hello toltecs
goodbye toltecs.
hello mississippi
look at those mounds.
there's the pueblo.
i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.
guess who's here?
khmer.
where?
here.
and pagan is there.
vietnam unconquered itself, korea just became itself, and japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government.
china just invented bombs, and typing.
and the mongols just invaded most of the universe.
nice going, Genghis!
i bet that will last a long time.
some of the islamic turks were unaffected by the mongol invasions because they were busy invading india.
is it tonga time?
i think it's tonga time.
i just found out where the swahili gets all their gold.
look at this chad.
means "lake".
there's an empire there.
right in the middle of
Africa
the king of mali is so rich he's going on tour to let everyone know.
wow, that guy's rich, everyone said.
the christians are doing a great job reconquering iberia, which will soon be called spain and not spain.
please remain christian.
we will check in later to see if you're still christian when you least expect.
whoops, half of europe just died.
ming
china's back, yay!
hey khmer, time to share.
new kingdoms here and there.
oh, look who controls all the islands.
it's the mahajapit.
majahapit.
mapajahit.
mahapajit.
mapajahit.
majapahit?
oh, italy's really rich, time for them to care a lot about art and the ancient classics.
it's kinda like a rebirth.
here's a printer.
let's make books.
so you think you can conquer the byzantine empire?
yep, said the ottoman turks.
nice job, ottoman turks.
whoops, you missed a spot.
don't forget to ban europe from the indian spice trade.
what? that's bullshit, said portugal, spiceless.
well i guess we'll have to find another way to india
wait! said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack.
if the world is round, let's go this way to india.
nah, don't worry, we already got this, said portugal.
so chris goes to spain.
hey spain, wanna hire me to find india by going around back of the world?
no.
please?
no.
please?
no.
please?
ok.
so he sails into the ocean.
and discovers more ocean.
and then discovers the indies.
and japan.
let's draw a line to decide who gets which half of the world.
the aztec and inca empires are off to a great start.
i wonder if they know that europe just discovered their continent?
the habsburgs are marrying into so many royal families they might have to start marrying each other.
move over lithuania, here comes moscow.
ivan wants to make russia great again.
move over timurids, maybe go invade india or something.
persia just made persia persian again.
let's make it the other kind of islam.
the one where we thought the first guy should have been the other guy.
hey christians!
do you sin?
now you can buy your way out of hell.
that's bullshit.
this whole thing is bullshit.
that's a scam.
fuck the church.
here's 95 reasons why, said martin luther, in his new book, which might have accidentally started the protestant reformation.
you know what would be magnificent, said suleiman, wearing an onion hat?
what if the ottoman empire was really big?
which it is now.
what if russia was big? said ivan, trying not to be terrible.
portugal had a dream that they controlled the entire indian ocean, including the spice trade.
and then that dream was real.
and spain realized that this is not india, but they pillaged it anyway.
damn, said england and france.
we gotta start pillaging some stuff.
then the dutch revolt and all the hipsters move to amsterdam.
damn, said amsterdam.
we gotta start pillaging some stuff.
question 1: can you get to india through north america?
no, but at least there's beaver.
question 2: steal the spice trade.
that's not a question, but the dutch did it anyway.
sugar
guess where all the sugar's made?
in brazil.
stolen
and the caribbean.
and it's so god damn profitable you might forget to not do slavery.
the next thing on russia's to-do list is to get bigger.
britain and france are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world.
more specifically, ohio.
then it escalates into a seven year discussion, giving prussia a chance to show austria who's boss.
but what about britain and france, did they figure out who's boss?
yes they did.
it's britain.
guess who's broke?
also britain.
so they start taxing the hell out of america.
fuck you, says america, declaring their independence, and fighting for it.
and france helps them win, now france is broke.
and britain'll have to send their prisoners to a different continent.
wait, if france is broke, why do the king and queen still wear such fancy dresses?
let's overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off! said robespierre, cutting everybody's head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off.
you could make a reli- no, don't.
haiti is staring to like the idea of a revolution.
especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters.
why didn't we think of this before?
wait, who's in charge of france now?
me
said napoleon, trying to take over europe.
luckily, they banished him to an island.
but he came back
luckily, they banished him to another island.
there goes latin america, becoming independent in the latin american wars of independence.
britain just figured out how to turn steam into power.
so now they can make
many different types of machines and factories with machines in them so they can make a lot of products real fast
then they invent some trains.
and conquer india and maybe put some trains there.
hey, china! said britain.
buy stuff from us!
nah dude, we already got everything, says china.
so britain tried to get them addicted to opium.
which worked, actually.
but then china made it illegal and dumped it all into the sea.
so britain threw a hissy fit, and made them open up five cities and give them an island.
britain and russia are playing a game where they try to stop each other from conquering afghanistan.
also, the
sultan of oman lives in zanzibar now
"that's just where he lives"
india just had a revolution, and they would like to govern themselves now.
nope, said britain, governing them even harder than before.
technology is about to go crazy
the united states finally figured out whether slavery is good or bad.
it's bad, they decided.
and then they continued manifesting their destiny, which is to kill the rest of the natives and take their land and maybe kick out the mexicans too.
i know, let's rape africa, said europe, scrambling to see who could rape it the fastest.
they never got ethiopia
britain and france are still hungry.
they never got thailand
the united states ran out of destiny to manifest, so they're looking for more.
hawaii
cuba
wait, spain controls cuba.
well, blame something on them and go to war!
what should we blame on spain?
let's blame the maine on spain.
so they blame the maine on spain.
now we're in business.
to celebrate, they kick panama out of panama and make a canal, connecting the two oceans.
britain just found oil in the middle east.
it makes cars go
china is so tired of being bossed around that they delete their old government and make a new, stronger government, which is accidentally weaker and controlled by a guy from the previous government.
europe hasn't had a war since the last war.
so they start world war 1.
look at those guns.
it's gonna be a great war.
so great we won't need a second one.
after it's over, they blame germany.
russia went on strike and the workers overthrew the government.
now everyone's paycheck is the same.
communism
in the soviet union
the arabs revolt and britain helps.
now the ottoman empire's gone so we can give the
jewish people a place to live
hopefully the arabs won't mind.
let's cut the cake, said sykes and picot, carving up the remains of the not-so-ottoman-anymore empire.
except turkey, turkey makes a brand new turkey
and then the saudis conquer arabia.
it just seemed like the right thing to do.
hello?
yes, it's the 1920's calling.
let's get in the car and drive to a party and listen to jazz on the radio and go to the movies.
the economy's great and it'll probably be great forever, just kidding.
germany's back, featuring hitler, the angry mustache model.
and he's mad at the jews for existing.
japan is finally conquering the east, and they're so excited they rape nanking way too hard.
they should probably just deny it.
hitler's out of control.
so the international community tackles him and then tries to explain why killing all the jews is a bad idea.
but he kills himself before they could explain it to him.
that's world war 2
bonus round!
pacific showdown.
united states vs. japan.
fight!
finish him
let's unite all the nations and have some
world peace
seems legit.
hi, i'm gandhi, and if britain doesn't get the hell out of india, i'm gonna starve myself in public.
wow, that worked?
bonus, now there's pakistan.
actually two pakistans.
one of them can be bangladesh later.
the jews and the arabs finally figured out which one of them should live in the holy land.
me, they both said at the same time.
let's divide up the land so everyone's happy.
sike, they both get angrier
look out china, there's a new china in china.
what's on the menu?
communism!
no thanks, said the other china, escaping to an island.
i wonder which one is the real china?
there's the korean war, korea versus korea.
nobody wins, then it's on pause forever.
let's meet the sponsors.
oh, it's the two global superpowers.
they're having a friendly debate over which economic system is good, and which one is an evil virus of Satan.
and they both have atom bombs.
fight!
wait, no, that would be the end of the world.
let's just keep it cool and spy on each other instead.
and make sure we have enough atom bombs.
i'll race you to space.
now let's make some more countries fight themselves.
europe is tired of pillaging other continents, so the continents they were pillaging are tired of being pillaged.
so here's a new map, with new countries.
now you can't tell who they're being pillaged by.
the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad.
they decided it's bad, and the world agrees.
south africa might need another minute to think about it.
let's check the world population.
whoa.
okay.
technology's better too, that might keep happening.
the soviet union decides to relax a little, and accidentally falls apart.
europe makes a union, so now they can all use the same money, except britain, because they don't feel like it.
let's check the mail.
surprise, it's on the computer.
whoops, someone just attacked america.
i bet they'll remember that.
phone call.
surprise, it's in your pocket.
wanna learn everything?
surprise, it's on the computer.
now your phone's a computer, which is in your pocket.
whoops, the economy just crashed.
don't worry, the big banks won't fail because they're not supposed to.
surprise!
flying robots.
with bombs.
wanna print a brain?
some people have no friends.
some people have no food.
the globe is warming
and the ocean is full of plastic
let's save the planet! said everybody, not knowing how.
let's invent a thing inventor, said the thing inventor inventor, after being invented by a thing inventor.
that's pretty cool.
by the way, where the hell are we?
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celestedoesarttm · 6 months ago
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hihihihi omg i heard abt u from @kip-has-fleas it said we'd get along well so hi here i am now please tell me everything about red sun omg i NEED to hear about it /lh (i'll be able to see and respond to stuff on here when i'm home alone so probably... next wednesday (unless u happen to have Sky: CotL or fortnite :3 /nf)
anyways yeah hi u can call me vio btw
i have tumblr (obviously lol /silly) and pinterest although u might have to get an invite link from me for that also i'm cloud_of_corvids on duolingo i think so do what you will with that lol /silly sooooooo yeah :3
Hello Vio!! I’ve heard some lovely things about you as well, and if there’s one thing I love it’s talking about my OCs for extended periods of time! I’ll try to keep basic Red Sun synopsis rather short, though.
Red Sun is set on a planet covered in a vast desert and lit overhead by a burning hot crimson star. There’s a City set up in a valley, a City so large that hundreds of millions of people mill about in some hundreds of thousands of levels every day. And outside of the City is the Wastes—the desert where nobody wise lives and anybody who wants to get away from civilization goes. Our protagonist, Gunhilde, is neither particularly wise nor particularly in love with her fellow man.
That’s why she and her newlywed wife, Annie, settle down in a cabin in the Wastes. And life is good and happy and lovely until their money runs out, and they can’t exactly just plant something lush and tasty in the desert. Gunhilde’s far from a stranger to her sixgun, of course, so she starts taking trips into the City every so often to do odd jobs that stray too close to the wrong side of the law for Annie’s liking.
The tension between them silently grows until, one day, Annie decides that damn it, she’s had enough. She steals Gunhile’s sixgun secretly and announces to her wife that she’s leaving, picks up her packed bag and her banjo case, and heads out the door. Gunhilde follows, protesting and pleading with her. Annie pulls out the gun to make Gunhilde leave her alone. Shock makes the sudden pain in Gunhilde’s right shoulder dull, but she doesn’t quite know if it’s shock from her body or shock at her wife—ex-wife, now, she supposes.
Gunhilde spends a sad few days alone in the house with a hurting shoulder before she decides to follow Annie into the City to find her. She stops at a sleazy bar at the very edge of the City, where she meets an interesting figure by name of Ivain Ray. Ivain’s rather interested in Gunhilde’s sorry tale, and they decide to stick with her and help her in her search. They bring her to their, ah, business partner Eloise Deorwine, the matriarch of one of the richest families in the entire City. Eloise offers Gunhilde money and resources for her search, as well as a place to stay and friendship. The cowgirl stays there for a couple of months, befriending Eilos (Eloise’s younger brother) and going to Eloise’s elaborate balls in between searching for her lover with Ivain.
Those lovely months filled with anticipation come to an end when, one day, Ivain and Gunhilde walk through an alley by one of Ivain’s bars as a shortcut and stumble upon the dead body of Ivain’s little sister, Ialde ‘Moray’ Ray.
Ivain is absolutely heartbroken, but once Eloise urges them to resume their life and stay away from drink, their grief turns into a wild desire for vengeance for whomever decided it was a great idea to shoot their sister. They start their own search alongside Gunhilde’s, and eventually their research reveals that a certain group killed Moray (on accident, it seems. At the very least she wasn’t a purposeful target) and that Gunhilde has previously worked for that group in the past, back when she was doing odd jobs for money. And apparently she’s still got quite a pretty little bounty on her head. And Ivain has lots of debts to pay.
Ivain takes Gunhilde out on a walk through the City, disguising it as another research trip. The moment they’re alone together, they pulls a gun on her and turn her in to the police for a hefty profit. (When they return home, Eloise greets them sweetly, then asks where Gunhilde is. They promptly break into tears.)
And so Gunhilde spends about a year in jail with an bullet wound to her shoulder that never quite received the proper medical care it deserved. That’s how, when Eloise finally ordered Ivain to go back and bail her out, Ivain found her with a badly amputated arm and a look of loathing in her eyes. They paid her bail and then paid an additional large number on getting her a new arm. (She tested it out by beating the shit out of Ivain. Since the arm was made of steel, it worked quite well.)
That’s currently where the story leaves off—Gunhilde staying with the Deorwines again, still looking for her ex-wife and adjusting to a new arm and new strained relationships; Ivain making deals with Eloise, being dismissive of Eilos, and avoiding Gunhilde; Eloise running the place, dealing with her vampirism, and keeping Ivain in check; and Eilos still struggling with his mental state, ripping up his paintings, and trying to remain good friends with Gunhilde. And, of course, somewhere deep in the heart of the City, you can still hear Annie singing and playing her banjo, the sound drifting out among the streets and looking for a couple of dollars.
And if some of the stuff I mentioned in that last paragraph seemed a bit out of left field, that’s because this is the HEAVILY ABRIDGED version. I’ve had to breeze past some set dressing details, Ye Miserable Bastards, the finer points of the Deorwines, the Rays’ backstory, and I’ve completely dodged the whole sorry tale of Azalai Belle and the Circus. (In my defense, that one happened a good twenty years or so before the story began.) but yeah!!
(Two last bits of promotion: Red Sun has a WIP website that I’m currently trying (and failing) to make! I also have a youtube channel where I’ve posted several animatics and songs related to Red Sun. They’re in a playlist on my channel, and the links to both my YT channel and my Neocities Red Sun website are in my bio.)
Thank you for sending in this ask, again, I love talking about my little guys and the stage show that’s dancing through my mind, so thank you for giving met he opportunity to do so. If you (or anyone else 👁 👁) have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask and I’ll elaborate!!! :D
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verya-gweinagar · 20 days ago
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The Endless Ache
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CHAPTER ONE: THE WILD AND THE NOBLE
Chapter Rating: SFW (brief description of nudity)
There were times where Boromir was tempted to betray his love, go back on his word and ravish her body against her request. As she lay atop his large body some days, kissing him deeply and moaning into his mouth as she felt his arousal press against her legs, he’d trace a curious hand along her supple thigh, bringing the skirt of her gown upward with it, and resting it beneath her rear, fingertips dangerously close to her core. Had he no conscience, no morals to stand on, Boromir would have taken her right then and there.
Master List | Chapter Two
The salty breeze rushed through her ashen gold locks as she walked through the tall beige reeds and beach grass, the grainy warm earth cradling her feet with every step. She hummed a tune to herself and crouched, picking up a shell fragment, examining it in her palm before she made for the shoreline. She looked out onto the horizon for a moment, then closed her eyes, tilting her face toward the sky, soaking in the sun’s rays. It had been especially hot this season and the only sense of relief the people of Minas Tirith could find was retreating to the river and sea and soaking their burning skin. She began unlacing her gown and paused briefly when she thought she heard rustling in the reeds behind her, but determined it must had been the breeze and continued working at the tie.
“Don’t let me stop you.” A voice startled her tranquility and she turned quickly to face it. Her panic eased and her arms lowered from her chest when she realized who it was that called out to her. “It would be a shame to deprive the waves a viewing of your perfect breasts.” She smiled coyly at him as he drew closer to her, wrapping the tie of her gown around his thick finger. “It is not the waves you are concerned being without the view, my Lord.” Her hands laid against his broad chest, covered only by a thin linen shirt, the deep cut of it provided her a glimpse of his skin sprinkled with light hair. “And if I wasn’t?” He began pulling at the string, loosening it just enough so that he could brush the fabric from her shoulders, the hot sun kissing her skin. He leaned and nuzzled into her neck, peppering her flesh with warm, slow, sucking kisses. “Boromir…” She pleaded breathlessly and felt his lips curl into a smile for a moment against her neck. “Sedryneth.” He mimicked her tone and continued his journey down her collar bone. She grasped at his shirt, balling it in her fist and tugging it upward to release it from his trousers.
“Minxy today.” Boromir, taken aback by her boldness, spoke with a gruff voice only loud enough for the two of them to hear. He pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply, his free hand sliding her gown down past her bosom and took her breast into his large palm. Sedryneth clawed at his back, pulling his shirt upward and over his head as they parted for a moment, revealing his bare torso to the wilderness of the Anduin River. With one swift movement, Boromir slid the rest of her garment down her curves and ran a rough hand along her smooth skin before moving to kiss her again. She pulled away playfully and backed toward the river, never turning from the handsome man who she was sharing the heat of day with. He shook his head at her, smiling deviously and watched as she entered the water. The cool river licking her feet as she stepped into the tide. She moved deeper and Boromir followed after watching her beautiful naked form enter the blue oasis. He stripped himself of his braies and met her where she was at. He lifted her from behind and twirled her, receiving the most glorious sound in all of Minas Tirith. Sedryneth laughed loudly and squealed in delight and excitement, begging he put her down in between fits of laughter. “Down?” Boromir repeated and she giggled out a ‘yes’. “As you wish, my love.” With that, he dropped her into the waves, her head going under the water. She surfaced and sputtered, her curly hair now straight and stuck to her skin. “Boromir!” She shrieked and splashed water at him before bobbing her head back under to slick her hair away from her face. “You wanted to be put down!” He argued and splashed her back. “Oh, don’t you…” She growled with a smile and put her weight down onto his shoulder, trying to push him under but her strength was not enough to bring the man down. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her under with him, kissing her while they were submerged.
When they resurfaced, Boromir whipped his head, flinging his soaked hair out of his face. “Satisfied?!” Sedryneth whined and held her naked body close to his. “Are you not cool enough yet, my lady?” He threatened to dip under again, bending his knees abruptly so the water reached their necks. She squealed and laughed, pushing her hands against his chest to get away from him but his strong arms kept her firmly against him. Boromir gazed at his woman, behind her the water twinkling in the sun with every ripple and wave hump that appeared creating quite the backdrop to this beauty in his arms. “What is it?” She self-consciously wiped the water from her face as Boromir held his gaze, analyzing her face with a smile. “Boromir?” She questioned again, but he only shook his head at her before answering. “I must be the luckiest man in all of Middle Earth.” “And why is that?” Sedryneth knew the answer, but loved hearing the words come from her man’s mouth. “I have in my arms—naked, might I add—the most beautiful woman ever there was to walk the same lifetime as I.” “Surely you do not mean me, my love.” She jest and Boromir squeezed her tiny frame tightly in his arms, pressing his lips against hers in a smiling kiss.
After having their fill in the river, the two found a shady spot a ways away from the shoreline, and there, the runoff from the river created a small swimming hole. Boromir laid his shirt on the patch of land they settled for under a tree so that Sedryneth could sit without soiling her gown which she wore loosely over her now dry body. The two sat together in silence for a moment, examining the tranquil view in front of them. Boromir brought his hand to her bare shoulder where the fabric draped lazily, his finger tracing slow intricate patterns on her skin. He kissed her back gently, Sedryneth sighed at the sensation. She turned to him and smiled, her face burning, from lust and her brush with the the sun’s rays earlier. “Lay with me.” He whispered, shifting his body lower to the earth and extended his thick arm on the ground, inviting her to join him there. She did, pushing her damp braided hair to the side and finding her place in the fold of his arm, her cheek resting on his breast. She closed her eyes as he traced new patterns onto her bare back, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
***
It was some four years ago now that the two began their courtship in secrecy, dipping behind the white walls of the city to steal a kiss and embrace one another. Boromir frequently skipped training or time dedicated to his studies so that he may spend it with his love, and Sedryneth skillfully hid him from the prying eyes of her parents, though despite her attempts they have seen the young man escaping their gate from time to time when he would escort her home.
They spent many days like this, lying lazily in the beach grass that grew along the shoreline, basking in the light of day and relishing in their youthful love.
There were times where Boromir was tempted to betray his love, go back on his word and ravish her body against her request. As she lay atop his large body some days, kissing him deeply and moaning into his mouth as she felt his arousal press against her legs, he’d trace a curious hand along her supple thigh, bringing the skirt of her gown upward with it, and resting it beneath her rear, fingertips dangerously close to her core. Had he no conscience, no morals to stand on, Boromir would have taken her right then and there.
But he was a man of honor. He followed orders. And hers were to preserve her purity. So he obeyed and fought to restrain himself. Sedryneth’s chastity was torturous for Boromir. He had never had a woman who remained true to her abstinence with him for this long, let alone at all. And frankly, if he had, he would not have continued with them. But Sedryneth was different, something about her called to him when he saw her all those years ago dining in the citadel after the oath ceremony where he swore his allegiance to serve the Kingdom of Gondor and his father as the Steward, and when they decided to pursue this connection between them, he had no issue with waiting for Sedryneth. He knew she would be his one day, so what was waiting a bit of time until then, savoring these intimate moments with her and basking in the innocence of their love?
***
“Sedryneth, Sed! Wake up!” Boromir shook her ferociously until she finally stirred. “Oh no.” Sedryneth opened her eyes and saw how dark it had gotten. The two had been resting far longer than either intended. “My parents are going to kill you.” “Me!?” Boromir stopped pulling his shirt on half way and questioned her. “Who else, Boromir!?” Sedryneth tied the lace of her gown as quickly as she could and took her hair out of the loose braid, attempting to run her fingers through it but this proved the river had made a nest of her golden locks. “You were the one who was stripping naked in the Anduin! You…you siren!” He laughed playfully and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him as he ran toward the river’s shoreline.
Dark heavy clouds hung in the sky threatening to release, the scent of rain surrounded them as they ran. They laughed and bickered nearly the entire journey back up to Minas Tirith. They returned just as the sky opened, they giggled like school children as they ran through the gates, mud splashing when their bare feet hit the earth, the rain fully drenching their sun dried bodies. Boromir escorted her to her home, one of the larger palaces that dignitaries in the city resided in, and he leaned in for a kiss at the gate before watching her disappear through the doors of her home. He left once they were closed.
Inside, Sedryneth was rushed by her handmaiden with various cloths and towels, frantically trying to dry her and wipe her feet of mud. “Oh, my Lady, oh…oh my.” She repeated to herself, shaking her head disapprovingly as she patted and wiped and cleaned. “Oh it’s just water and earth, Bregdal.” She grabbed a cloth from her and squeezed her thick wild curls in it, the water drenching the fabric in seconds.
“Sedryneth, what have you gotten into?” Her mother’s voice startled both her and her handmaiden, causing them to stop their hasty attempt at drying and cleaning. “Mother!” Her mother held up a hand, stopping her from speaking any more. “Bregdal, take her to the baths please. Eru forbid you fall ill because you went frolicking in the mud.” She looked her daughter up and down, not displeased or disgusted, but in a way of recollection. Her daughter mirroring her adolescence, romping around in nature and dancing in the storms. With a curtsy she scurried passed her mother and down a hall toward the baths, followed closely by Bregdal. “Sedryneth, there you ar—” Her father cut himself off, alarmed by her soaked appearance, and she rushed passed him with a quick greeting.
He gave a look to Naurmiriel, his wife and mother to the wild beast that just bolted through their doors. “She’s your daughter, Ivandur, do not look at me for explanation. You did this.” She laughed at his dumbfounded appearance, seemingly at a loss as to what has become of his daughter, though he shouldn’t be entirely surprised. Sedryneth was a wild girl growing up, he only assumed she may grow out of it when she came to the age of courting, when marriage prospects and womanly duties were to keep her days busy. “Oh you are mistaken, my love. If I recall correctly you were ever the unruly one when you were her age.” “That was because I had you influencing me.” She walked to him and brushed her hands over his tunic, smoothing the intricate fabric on his shoulders. “Yes but…” His wild bushy brows knit together, concern washing over him as he realized the resemblance between he and his wife’s courting experience and what he can only assume is happening with his daughter and Boromir. “That boy.” His voice was low and gruff, he wasn’t angry, but as a father with only a daughter, he was protective over his little girl’s heart. His wife laughed and cupped his face in her soft hands, the metal rings cool to the touch against his cheeks. “I think it’s time we speak with Lord Denethor, Ivandur. Start the arrangement. They are of age and clearly in love.” He placed his hands over his wife’s, rubbing his greying beard into her palms and kissing the heel of her hand. “Let me speak with Sedryneth first, ensure this is what she wishes.”
***
Boromir returned to the palace before dark and made for his quarters before being spotted by any of the various servants that roamed about the white stone walls. “There you are, father was asking for you. Luckily I told him you were in the library doing your studies. I figured you’d be safe since he rarely steps foot in there, but he may think it odd you chose to read for once…” Faramir’s sentence trailed off as he got a good look at his brother, water pooling at his feet as it dripped off of him onto the floor. “A little wet are we?” He laughed and threw a change of dry clothes onto Boromir’s bed. “Just a bit, brother.” As soon as Faramir was close enough, his older brother pulled him into a sopping embrace, drenching his perfectly dry clothes, and laughing as he struggled to free himself. “Boromir unhand me…Boromir seriously!” He yelped and writhed in his arms before he snaked his way out, looking down at his soiled cloths disgustedly. “Oh come on, little brother, its just a bit of water.” He reached for him and Faramir flinched and swatted his hand away. “What?” Boromir reached again but with his other hand and Faramir swatted that one, then he reached with the other and again it was swatted away. The two played this game for a few more moments before Boromir wrapped his arms around him yet again and pressed is soaking body against Faramir’s previously dry one.
Once Faramir properly surrendered and Boromir had grown bored of being dripping wet, the two changed into drier clothing, fixing themselves before going down for dinner.
“Did Sedryneth get caught in the storm too?” “What makes you think I was with Sedryneth?” Faramir cocked his head at his brother and raised a brow. “Yes, she got caught too.” Boromir admitted, of course his brother knew he was with her. Who else would he had been with? “I walked her home before I returned.” Faramir’s eyes widened at the thought of his brother getting that close to any woman’s parents, especially one he was supposedly seeing in secret. “Did you see Lord Ivandur? Of course you didn’t, or else you’d be dead. He’d send your head on a platter if you had.” He rambled as the two strapped their boots on and finished dressing, leaving for the dining hall together.
Before they reached the hall, they heard their father’s booming voice shouting at someone or something with distaste. Boromir rolled his eyes as Faramir shot him a unnerved look. This was not an unusual occurrence in this palace, but the boys rather preferred the peace there was when their father was not present at their meals. He was rarely with them these days, though he occasionally sat in on their training sessions and shared a meal once in a while with them at the end of the day like this one but typically he ate his meals alone in the Hall of Kings.
The two entered the room, glowing with firelight and flooded with them scent of roast chicken and herbs and citrus. Denethor sat at the head of the long empty table with the spread of food in front of him. He did not greet his sons as they entered, he only glared at them and continued eating his meal, having not bothered to wait for them to arrive. They bowed to their father and took their place on either side of the table. Boromir let his brother make his plate first, making sure he was grabbing larger portions than he usually did. He was always looking after his little brother, especially since his father rarely did. He needed to ensure he was strong and fit for the day he becomes a Captain of Gondor, like himself, in the next year.
The three ate in painful silence, the only sound throughout the hall was the crackle of fire, snapping of bones, and chewing of Denethor. Finally, their father spoke. “You smell of dog. And earth. Your hair is wet.” Boromir’s hand reached for his hair, seeing for himself how damp it was still. “You were not in the library studying. Your brother takes me for a fool.” “Father, I—” Faramir tried to explain himself but he was cut off by his father’s boisterous tone. “Your mind is clouded. You abandon your training, you’re fattening up. You will never become a Captain of Gondor at this rate.” He furiously chewed the meat as he spoke, glaring at his eldest son. “Father it was one day.” “And then it will be another day. Then another. And soon you will march into the city center on a horse with a bowed back because of your lack of discipline, lack of self respect. Do you wish me to be embarrassed of my heirs?” He pointed a chicken bone at Boromir and waited for him to reply. Boromir shook his head in distaste. “Oh, are you displeased my son?” He was silent, calculating his next rebuttal and weighing the potential consequences from his father.
Instead he rose from his place, hardly touching his plate having lost his appetite. He looked at his brother, who was watching him with a wild expression, eyes wide and face pale. He inhaled deeply and took his leave. “Yes, go, run off to your whore.” Boromir froze as his father laughed to himself. Had he known about he and Sedryneth? Or was he feigning knowledge as to his son’s whereabouts and social engagements? Regardless, this enraged him. His fists balled at his side and he turned to face Denethor. Faramir wore the same expression, but this time his head wagged back and forth between his brother and father, unsure who would draw first. “You think I don’t know that is how you spend your days? Gallivanting in the woods, on the riverbank, hiding behind the walls of the city with the trollops that throw themselves at your feet in the city.” So he was feigning, he doesn’t know about Sedryneth. Boromir’s chest heaved in anger and the thought of his father calling his love a trollop, diminishing her to nothing but a common whore. He made his way toward his father. “How dare you speak of her in such ill manner. I will not have it.” He spoke through gritted teeth, referencing Sedryneth but not naming her. Surely his father had no clue, but he would not stand idly by as he called her out of her name. “Her? You favor this whore, don’t you.” He teased his son, laughing smugly. “You will not have it. Hm. You sound like you have power, my son, my boy. But you do not. Because that is what you are.” He paused before continuing. “A boy. A boy with no sense, who lets a woman, nay, a succubus cloud your mind and corrupt your soul.” He spat and Boromir’s face reddened. Faramir sunk in his chair now, frightened at the scene unfolding, body paralyzed, wishing he would just disappear as he knew the moment his brother left, he would be his father’s next target to wail on.
“And you are to be the next Steward of Gondor? I think not. Gondor needs no boy who lays with swine—” A loud cracking sound punctuated Denethor’s sentence for him. Faramir’s entire body winced, his heart beating out of his chest. Boromir panted from adrenaline, the back of his hand throbbed from the strike against his father’s face, he couldn’t take it any longer. “I will kill you before you spit such poison in her direction again.” He turned once more, beginning to exit when he decided he was not done scorning Denethor. “You speak of honor, of self respect, of strength, yet you possess none. None. To sit where you do, hold the title of Steward of Gondor…what a disgrace, and embarrassment to the people of this kingdom. Mark me, Lord Denethor, the people of this city will dance on your grave when your time has ended.”
His father stared at his son as he left the dining hall, holding his throbbing cheek and glancing around the room pitifully, embarrassed of the scene that just played out. Faramir did not dare move in his place for fear of his father lashing out on him next.
***
“You needn’t worry yourself of what father thinks or says, Boromir.” Faramir spoke quietly as he navigated through their room cautiously, his brother hunched over the bowl of warm water as he cleaned his face before bed. “I am not worried about father.” His voice was low and rough, remnants of rage dripped from his tone. Faramir slunk to his bed, steering clear from his path of anger had Boromir decided to let his emotions out here and now like he used to when Denethor insulted him or pushed his boundaries. Both brothers were emotional in their own right, Boromir the hot headed of the two, Faramir the more somber delicate one.
“What he said, about Sedryneth—” “Faramir.” Boromir tried to stop his little brother from continuing, sighing and closing his eyes defeatedly as he spoke again. “It isn’t true. He knew not of what he was saying or whom he was insulting.” He remained silent, removing his shirt and climbing into his bed, considering what Faramir was saying. He knew his father was clueless as to his relationship with Sedryneth, but he could not stand there and allow him to speak in such a way about anyone, about any woman. Boromir had his days as a young man, indulging in the various flavors of women that threw themselves at him, hungering for a taste of the young Steward of Gondor and Lord of Ithilien. Despite his promiscuity in his youth, he would never once refer to these women as whores as his father did.
“That was rather bold of you, though.” Faramir’s voice broke through his contemplation. “What was?” “You striking him.” He laughed, which caused Boromir to smile, reveling in the rush of adrenaline he got after smacking Denethor in his weathered face. “Well…it was what he deserved.” Boromir spoke and settled into his bed now, blowing out the candles beside him on the small table, and Faramir followed his lead.
They lay in silence for a moment but yet again, Faramir’s curiosity kept Boromir from the peace of sleep. “You’ll marry her then?” “What makes you ask that, brother?” He heard Faramir adjust in his bed across from him before explaining himself. “You defend her honor, I only assumed that you loved her and that you’d ask for her hand. Though after tonight, with father…” He trailed off and Boromir thought for a moment. Was marriage not what they were working toward? It had been four years since they began their courtship. Perhaps it was time to discuss an arrangement with his father, but Faramir was right. After this evening, his assault on Denethor, he doubted he’d get the word ‘marriage’ out of his mouth before his father laughed in his face and denied his request to even consider it.
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talesfromthegameff14 · 2 months ago
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Great Blue Sky
I thought I knew what to expect as I stepped through the wreckage that led to the place my, no our parents called home.  I heard them talk about a blue sky as far as the eye could see, a ball of light that dictated the cycle of a day and the matching silver orb that decorated the night time in phases from dark to full bright.  My aunt’s words, she always had a way with them, mesmerizin’ as she told a tale around the fire.  Even if I barely understood some of what she was talkin’ about. 
I was wrong, it’s like her stories, beyond comprehension. They had us travel between the worlds at dawn, sayin’ it was easier to adapt to the brightness of the day if it came in stages?  Whatever that meant!  The ones who spent most of their time in Heritage Found would have the most problems.  I forgot that would be me, I spent so much time trainin’ in Solution Nine that I thought I’d have no problem.  Linn didn’t though, he rarely went for a lot of reasons he’d mutter under his breath every time I coaxed him into comin’ with me.  I understand one of it now, hellfire the light hurt as the sky grew brighter.  It was fascinatin’ though!  I already was charmed by the stars, sparkles of light that wasn’t electricity, nothin’ that could harm us.  I remember being told that stars were like fireflies far away in the heavens, but that made no dang sense either.  What the hell is a firefly?  Maybe I’ll get to learn now.   The land before me is the same and not.  I recognize the rocks and the gravel, the general terrain and how it dips and cracks from place to place.  I see the spots where a rroneek would have to be led around so they don’t break an ankle tramplin’ through the place.  The colors though, they are as bright and cheery as Solution Nine!  It’s like the sun is just a big ol lightblub that burns away the storms and lets me see the world properly.  The ground is rust red and still just as dusty.  The plants are still thorny and dense, but they are green and brown and vibrant instead of dead and grey.  It’s so hot too, they warned us to drink plenty o’ water.  And whoo boy, is that a treat!  The water is, I dunno.  Alive maybe?  Pure isn’t right, what the converters made was pure water.  This though, it’s so good. I could drink nothin’ else forever.  Damn, I’m sure there is more I should write.  Never been good at this journalin’ thing, but I need to.  I don’t want to forget and should I disappear and Linn come back he needs to know how I.. we?  Got here.  What happened since it all changed.  Oh, your mom is here too Linn.  She wanted me to travel with her, I should’ave.  Would’ave been easier, but man.  I couldn’t keep it up that I was you with her of all people.  I could tell she was hurt, but she said she understood.  Made us go into town and get somethin’ called a link pearl so we could keep track of eachother.  We can talk over it, so that’s good.  Not sure I’ll ever use it, but we’ve got it if ya know, come back.   
Food here is hella strange too!  I like salads now, they aren’t that paste that you liked to eat back home.  It’s crispy and refreshing and so much flavor, too much sometimes! I’m hopin’ it’s a matter of gettin’ used to it.  And the textures, I had no idea that food could be so well... interestin’!  And strange, I’m not likin’ some of the really chewy stuff.  It just feels weird in my, our, mouth.  Ahh hell, I’ve got no idea if you’ll ever read this Linn.  If you do though I miss ya a whole lot.  Cheers Watt not Linn
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smallpawedbear · 2 years ago
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Just as the sun sets
Arven x male reader romantic fluff
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FIRST FAN FIC POST 😰😰
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A long walk back from titan hunting, reader and arven look for a place to set up camp, both are tired which leads to a relaxing night which just keeps getting better by the second.
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User goes by first person pronouns (i,me,we,myself) and he/him, reasoning for such is i don’t see a lot of male reader writes, if anyone wants it i’m open to switching out for gn pronouns. Arven calls reader little buddy and bud, reader has a small stature compared to Arvens taller figure.
Reader cooking, shy Arven, hopeless and cringe romance, slow moving fic, First person pov, slight use of swear words, VERY SLIGHT suggestive themes emphasis on very slight, crushing, silent confession, sharing sleeping bag?, cuddles, undefined relationship
ps this ended up way longer than i intended.
alternating pov - Arven ➡️ reader
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why does the way the sun pollutes his eyes, the way he squints as we walk foward in the forest, and the way he looks back at me with wide eyes since i walk opposite the sun, why does it make me feel so… crazy? happy? insane? … arceus now my face is just red.
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I looked back at Arven, squinting hard barely able to see. Is he okay? his face is all red, probably sun burned because he didn’t let me put an extra layer of sunscreen on his sensitive face. Either that or an allergic reaction to the herba mystica that he cooked with earlier which ended up spraying him in the eyes and making him cry like he was cutting onions.
I raised my eyebrows opening my eyes wide and letting them relax at the sight of Arven, looking back at him and away from the sun gave my eye’s temporary relief as the world came back into view. Varying bird pokémon chirped at us from the swaying trees as we passed and the wind kept blowing Arven’s bangs from his face, which he always pushed back down, The sun was really attacking me now as it was threatening to set behind the mountains before we made it to camp. You could even hear feint chiming music playing from the sky begging us to settle in for the night. Our leading pokémon had started the walk with us but all ended up tapping out and returning to their balls like ‘raidon about halfway along the trail. Now it was just us, legs tired, hot, eyes burned, and about to collapse on the ground, Thankfully we haven’t yet.
“Picnic break?” Arven chimes from behind me, “for desert this time, you can cook…”
he knew my weakness, letting me make desert after a whole day of assisting his sandwich making.
“you got me there, deal.” I grin back at him, before tripping weirdly as i stopped the walking pace, standing felt like getting out of water after swimming for awhile and still feel like floating, except it felt like the world was still moving past us. I longed to keep going to camp, but knew a break was probably best.
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I set down my back pack, the wind was finally settling after being over the top annoying and messing up my hair over and over and over again. The sun and sky were orange which signified that we would probably end up walking into the night, but i had full confidence it would be worth it since my little buddy made an absolutely to die for desert.
He was unpacking a picnic blanket from my backpack and rolling it out onto the even grass, both of us pulling it back up and tugging from the corners to straighten it out. Sadly we went from walking in silence to setting up in silence, and honestly the nature noises were deafening, it made me feel like he could sense my thoughts and that it made him think i was actually crazy for staring into his eyes like that earlier. I don’t know why i’m like this, it’s like i’ve never ever had a friend before with the way i’m acting…. which at this point might even be true.
I caught sight of a yellow flower beneath the tarp as I readjusted it just one more time and panicked thinking we had set up right on top of a floette, thankfully we hadn’t and i glanced apon a bright yellow dandelion. I plucked it and held it up to the setting sun seeing them match up before i pushed it into the water bottle pocket of my bag letting it stick out.
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Arven was starting to freak me out. He’s been silent this whole time and continuing to shoot me short glances before realizing he pinned his hair behind his ear as he quickly pushes it back infront of his face. It was funny seeing him experience this inner turmoil with himself and i was dying to know what was going on inside his head. He clearly wasn’t upset though, i caught him smiling to himself as a plucked a small flower from the grass. If he wanted time in silence, he’s get time in silence. And by silence i mean without direct conversation because there’s absolutely nothing stopping me from playing a little music while horribly singing and dancing to it.
I had my rotom phone float around us while playing popular upbeat songs, this caught Arven by suprise as he almost drops the plates and spoons when rotom swerves by him. He just stared back at me, face red again. What’s embarrassing him really?
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In the middle of silence his rotom phone speeds by my face playing the singing voice of a women that i cant quite pinpoint. I was zoning out while overthinking my obsession with why i’m acting this way towards my best friend and was extremely embarrassed when i almost shattered every single plate we had. Which for some reason were glass instead of plastic because i thought they’d be nice to have tonight.
I was watching my bud dance with one hand in the air as he used the other to pick up prepared cakes and frosting, followed by fruit. He was yelling out the lyrics which he did not know at all, but still he refrained from directly talking to me.
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It was time for me to prepare my dish now. Arven finally set down plates and utensils, and i had gotten all my foods ready.
I started by slicing prepared mini vanilla cakes into three slices each, followed by thinly slicing the assorted fruits (mostly pecha berries) into half circles. I was about ready to put the easy sweet together but took a moment to stop swaying my hips to the music and to put down the knife to invite Arven over. His silence is over for now, desert is ready.
“Arven, unless you’re having an interesting conversation with the setting sun right now, i have something for you.”
He rolled his eyes hurrying over to me, which i then handed him a spoon and plopped a bit of whipped cream i had made earlier in the day onto it.
“Just taste a bit, i’m not sure if it survived the walk since it looks a bit flat and i trust your judgment.”
“if you insist.” He replied before popping the whole thing into his mouth and closing his eyes. His face reddened more, arceus i hope he’s not having an allergic reaction to this too.
Before he responded with his rating on the frosting i looked at him and studied his face more. I could feel my face reddening too, why did he look so perfect with his face flushed, with his bangs thrown back again which he had yet to notice and which i don’t plan on telling him about. Shit this is not happening, i can feel my heart in my chest, i hadn’t spoken to him the whole walk, and i really haven’t gotten to look at him this close all day, why was he being distant? I wanted to see him closely more often. The music was muted in my head, i was so focused i can even see the scab on his forehead from when a flying pokémon skimmed his head last week.
“ten out of ten and perfection, i don’t think it lost anything from the walk.”
“huh?”
“The whipped cream…?”
Shit i was lost.
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Even though i closed my eyes i could feel him examining my face. He could definitely see i was red, and the redness just wouldn’t go away. Something about this whole day has felt different, and i think i’m starting to discover the reason why.
As always, his desert was timeless and perfect and it wasn’t even done, he had just had me taste the whip cream.
“ten out of ten and perfection, i don’t think it lost anything from the walk.” I state, opening my eyes to a world slightly darker than earlier, it felt odd speaking to him but also nice after i’d been holding back all day.
“huh?” He had a dazed look on his face, hopeful thinking would make me feel like he was experiencing similar thoughts to mine but i really don’t think i have much of that mind set left.
“The whipped cream…” i replied, chuckling to myself but eventually the chuckle made me want to gag myself with the spoon seeing my buds face redden even more.
“crap yeah yeah i got lost for a second, thanks for testing it even if you could’ve died from food poisoning.”
I stood behind him now, watching over his shoulder as he assembled cakes onto the plates. A layer of cake, cream, fruit, repeat. He did this three times for both our cakes before he did the same for our pokémon in smaller portions and in bowls.
Somehow the sun has still stayed in the sky, i notice as i release my pokémon to the picnic area and watch as my bud swats at his phone in the sky. legs tired i finally flop down onto the ground laying all the way down and just looking up to the orange sky shaded by overhanging green trees.
A second figure joins sitting up next to me on the blanket and just placing a plate on top of my torso. I look sideways to see my friend lowering his phone volume and picking up a fork.
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i honestly have no idea how the music got so loud, i panicked as i sat down and heard the high volume. I made sure it was quiet because Arven quiet honestly looked exhausted, i’m also really starting to think he actually is sunburned at it wasn’t him being flustered.
A quick breeze rushed in pushing me back slightly and pulling loud tattering noises from the surrounding trees.
Arven pushes himself up from the ground after moving his plate. I see his bangs away from his face again and he goes to push them infront of his eye again.
“Hey you should keep it there, it’s nice seeing your face.” I say shyly with a grin, blushing so slightly that i actually dont notice i was blushing until i get a reaction from him.
“Wow i knew it, you’ve just been so obsessed with looking at both of my eyes today then haven’t you.” He exclaims probably louder than he meant to, but dear arceus it made my thoughts worse. He ended off with a low chuckle and i honestly can’t put up with this. By this i mean this feeling that i might want to mean more than just a travel buddy or best friend, and maybe the fact that he wants that too.
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This time we weren’t sitting in silence. He turned up his music volume again and we ate our cakes alongside our pokémon. He kept pointing out when he saw a rufflet pass in the sky which brought up a phantom stinging on the scab present on my forehead. I will admit, i’d never thought my hair was that threatening to a small bird pokémon, and i geuss my little buddy had to remind me about it day and night since one swooped down to interrupt a previous walk.
We finished eating quickly so we could return to the walk and find a place to sleep for the night before dark.
We started to pack up just as quickly as we unpacked, except a few of our larger pokémon stayed to help out. Before i pulled my bag up and onto my bag i pulled my water bottle from its pocket and handed it to my bud, as he seemed especially parched, he denied the drink but i insisted, seriously now his face was as red as mine, i think he needed it. I watched as he looked up sipping from my water, why did watching him this way feel different, watching him at all today felt different. a thought i’ve been pushing down for weeks maybe even months now pushing its way back to the front of my brain. I don’t want him to just be my little buddy, or my best friend.
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Handing back Arvens water, i watch as he whistles and rounds up the remainder of his pokémon while heaving his bag back onto him. I see dropped on the floor the yellow flower he picked from earlier. After staring at it for a second I kneel to pick it up from the patch of grass smushed by his heavy bag. And continuing our walk we go conversing about the most random things we can think of, just wanting to hear eachothers voice. A slight flirting occurs back and forth but i could honestly be making this feeling up.
The walk doesn’t last much longer, just under 30 minutes as we settle down under a safety checked overhanging cliff. It hung low to the ground and shaped a corner with surrounding rocks, creating a cosy cave home like corner.
The sky shines a glowing pink over our camp area as it rapidly falls to the ground.
I start setting out some lanterns to keep the light when the sun fully sets. Due to the pokédex, we should be safe here from any hostile pokémon. The swaying trees also aren’t as loud here and arven isn’t being antagonized by birds, so i’d say it’s the perfect spot.
“Tent and sleeping bags or just sleeping bags?” Arven taps me on the shoulder to ask. I take a moment to think about what would be more beautiful for the site, less about warmth honesty.
“I think we can get away with just the sleeping bags tonight, we found a perfect spot and i think it would be relaxing.”
“Oh thank arceus i was honestly not up to wrestling the tent tonight.”
“works out for us both then, i just want to be able to see outside.”
Arven reaches into his bag to get out our two sleeping bags. And by two sleeping bags i mean sleeping bag. Arven has packed one sleeping bag.
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Well that’s that.
“I can settle for laying on mabosstiff.” I say after a long pause as we just look at the lonely roll of cushion. “i’ll be fine i don’t want you sleeping on the raw stone floor.”
The wind stopped blowing as if it was listening to us work this out.
“well yeah you act like i’ll let YOU sleep on the floor, mabosstiff or not.”
Another even longer pause.
We both go to speak again but just talk over each other and pause again. Rotom pauses the music.
“How about we share it?” I propose quietly.
I look down at my bud and see him staring up at me, red face wide eyes and he makes my face end up looking exactly the same.
“Well, sure fine but kick me out in the middle of the night if you need, i understand it’s like your sleeping bag.” He says rubbing at the back of his neck, which is also flushed pink.
“Yeah i wouldn’t do that even if i needed to pull the sleeping bag over my head to hide from a rufflet.” I hear him snort loudly in an amused laughing tone, like he was holding in a laugh and it forced its way out of his nose.
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We agreed to share the one sleeping bag we packed, which honestly is my fault since Arven remembered his and i didn’t, but whatever works. We stripped of our jackets and vests, plopping down the bag, and turning off all the lanterns except one right by our bed for the night. We stayed in our day clothes since they consisted of baggy button ups, and we both opted for solid color sweats and shorts, we were dressed for the night.
Finally here we were. Arven layed down first on his side opposite the zipper and gestured me to hop in. Honestly i was reluctant, so many feelings were brought up today that i wasn’t sure i would make it through the night without exploding into a bunch of little pieces. I’ll manage.
I plopped down right next to him, my back to the zipper and facing him. Honestly we had more room than i anticipa-
He wrapped his arm around my torso and pulled me in as he reached for the zipper behind me.
“shi-“
“what? sorry are you okay did the zip pinch you?.”
“shit no no it’s fine it just kinda… idk closed in the space.”
He noticed his arm was wrapped around my lower back and he quickly let go, i saw his face go red. Maybe i haven’t been making up the fact that he might want more too.
In a time of awkwardness i dove my sky facing hand into my pocket. In it i actually felt something, and i pulled it out. It was the yellow flower from earlier, somehow it’s not smushed and still bright yellow. I just looked up at Arven, and by looked up i mean looked up, i was just about reaching his chest in this sleeping bag that i could suffocate if i leaned foward in the wrong way.
Ignoring that possibility, and also ignoring the fact that he was taller than me made me extremely flustered, i reached my hand up and just put the flower behind his exposed ear and pinned his bangs back with it. I think he could be right about me being obsessed with seeing both his eyes.
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Closing my eyes so i could safe myself from saying anything stupid was interrupted when i felt a hand come up and push the hair out of my face and pin something behind my ear. I opened my eyes again to see his eyes wide looking up into mine, this time they glowed with the lantern light instead of the blinding sun, and they looked up at me wondrously. I feel like neither of us have stopped being unhealthily red since we set off on this quest but i’m seeing the reason. We looked at eachothers eyes in the same way, more than just eye contact, we saw each other in those eyes, and we wanted to be able to see more than just a buddy there.
I reached up to touch what was pinning my hair up,
“Is that the-?”
“yeah, it fell out of your bag when you grabbed the water, it’s uhm… it’s really pretty.”
“this is going to sound stupid but if reminded me of the way the sun reflected in your eyes earlier, when the sun was extra bright. It looked like a bloom of yellow.”
I don’t know why i said that, why did i say that?
“I- you cant just say that and-“ He started, but he just burying his face in his hands.
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Dear Arceus- Arven has absolutely the stupidest way to say things that are so absolutely flirty in the most unintentional way. Or maybe it was intentional- all i know was that as i buried my face into my hands, i felt him grab me by the waist again and pull me up closer to his face.
With a slight hesitation i wrapped my arms around him and pulled myself into the crook of his neck. I heard him gasp in my arms before he wrapped his arms around my lower back intentionally this time.
This time there was a comfortable and wanted silence. We layed there in eachothers arms absolutely exhausted from the excessive walking. Rotom never unpaused the music, the harsh wind never continued, and thankfully we were not antagonized by any bird pokémon at all. The world was silent besides our in sync breathing, our hand rubbing against eachothers bodies and faces comfortably.
It felt right this time, we felt right.
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if you read this far… thank you!
I really enjoyed this write, and i hope other people do too. I wanted the end to keep you thinking and imagining, the story isn’t over.
Also if anything was missing of didn’t make sense then it didn’t copy paste correctly from my notes and i apologize 🙏
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vykio · 7 months ago
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It's probably an apple tree
FLASH FIC GAME with Jane and Clarence! My prompt was: Jean/Andrew, under a large fruit tree in the middle of summer. The parameters were 1 hour, 500 words. Since both Jane and Clarence managed to hit that number perfectly, I tweaked this to hit 600 words LOL
It’s unbearably hot. Stuffy. This summer has been the worst for it, but since Andrew’s wardrobe consists of black everything and the odd white shirt, he can’t complain—well, he would, but every time he rings Aaron, his brother rejects the call and demands an itemized list of topics Andrew is likely to bring up. Andrew suspects Aaron would sit and listen to him grumble about almost anything, but draws the line at self-inflicted troubles. 
Okay, what about my suffering? Andrew implores, trying to appeal to Aaron’s more sensitive heart, to which Aaron responds with an obnoxious parroting of his words back to him. Jackass. Andrew can’t blame him, though—he’d have done the same if the roles were reversed.
Andrew is also aware he’d have less to complain about if he didn’t need to be outside and far enough away from the school building to smoke and not get caught by patrolling teachers.
He trudges towards the track field and crosses it to the line of trees. Just beyond the trees, he sweeps his eyes to the left and—he’s not alone. Someone’s sitting against a tree a few paces away.
“Oh,” Jean says. The tension leaves his shoulders and his grip loosens around the ball he’s holding. “It’s you. Catch.” It’s the only warning Andrew gets before Jean chucks the ball at him. Andrew catches it easily and realizes it’s actually a small apple. Jean sits under the kind of fruit tree that’s spread out across the quad, though neither of them knows its name. What they do know is that it sheds its fruits freely and litters the ground with them, and no one ever bothers to be careful not to kick them around or squish them underfoot. Jean must be sitting on a few and soaking parts of his jeans, like an idiot.
“Did it fall on your head, Newton?” Andrew asks sarcastically. He throws it back at Jean none too gently. Jean thwacks it away easily—he’s always had excellent reflexes—and gives Andrew the finger.
“No,” Jean says to Andrew’s question, glaring a little at the stupid joke. Andrew shrugs.
Andrew makes Jean stand up. He removes his jacket and lays it down where Jean was sitting despite Jean’s protests, which he shuts down with a cutting look. It’s not big enough for both of them, but when Andrew orders Jean to sit his ass back down, they each manage to take up some space on the jacket, and Andrew nods his satisfaction.
“The weather,” Andrew says.
“Intolerable,” Jean agrees. They both look up and glower at the sky, the offending sun somewhere above them. 
Andrew passes Jean a cigarette. Jean’s slender fingers brush against his when he takes it. Andrew takes note of how cold they are. It’s a billion degrees out and his fingers are cold. Andrew wonders if Jean were to press them against his forehead, would they cool his fever-hot skin like a damp rag would?
Jean’s not a smoker. He’s a fidgeter sometimes, though, when something’s on his mind. He just likes to do something with his hands. Andrew watches him twirl the stick in his hands clumsily and Jean nearly drops it. He jolts in his panic to keep it off the ground, their elbows knocking together as Jean sways into Andrew gently. Jean quickly but casually rights himself and the touch doesn’t linger. Andrew doesn’t mind but he’s grateful all the same. 
Andrew flicks him an unimpressed look and Jean pretends he doesn’t. Andrew lights the cigarette. They sit almost pressed shoulder to shoulder and talk idly until the cigarette burns out.
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elsanna-shenanigans · 1 year ago
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November/October 2023 Contest Submission #5: There's Water in Hell
Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: lime Content: Harassment, alcohol
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The scalding Miami sun did not reach the ship terminal. Still, Elsa was already rubbing sunscreen onto Anna’s shoulders. It felt more like giving a massage as she applied pressure to her little sister’s vulnerable light skin. She was just doing her due diligence. Elsa’s stress kicked at her chest as weeks of preparation came to a head. She had their passports between her teeth and their boarding passes tucked under her armpit. As Elsa ran through a mental checklist, she eyed the line-up and shuffled her distracted sister forward.
Anna was enjoying the sensation of Elsa’s surprisingly powerful fingers. She reveled in it as much as watching Elsa’s freckled nose scrunch up as she applied pressure to the documents in her mouth. Her big sister was such an endearing ball of anxiety. Anna reached out and used her thumb and index finger to smooth out the frown lines between Elsa’s eyebrows. Elsa almost let go of the passports as Anna relaxed her.
The sun was nowhere but in a mere few minutes, they would be blasted by it out on the ocean. Their five-day-long cruise was about to begin. Anna was far too excited to notice, but Elsa was always paying extra special attention. As the lineups got bigger, she saw the disparity. There were far more men embarking than there were women. The crowd opened up as they were let into the grand foyer in the dead center of the ship. The handle of Anna’s suitcase rattled as her body bounced. She kept switching directions, trying to figure out what to look at and where to go first.
“Holy hell!” Anna called out as she decided to run out to the deck. “Let’s go do the waving thing!” 
As Elsa crossed the hundreds of arrivals, she watched countless men gawk at her sister’s athletic frame. Head down, Elsa followed. The same eyes burned into her. It slowed her down as she tried to maneuver away from the slick glances. She caught up to her kid sister who was pressed up against the metal railing. 
Elsa was suddenly very aware of how attractive Anna looked. The red of her freckles and braided hair was in such deep contrast to the endless blue sky. There was something so alluring about the way Anna popped out her hip to lean her forearms on the railing. She was wearing acid-washed short shorts and a light yellow tank top. Her red halter bikini poking out teased everyone who looked. Elsa’s eyes were drawn to her sister’s shoulders. Anna’s skin was shining hot and there was still a bit of white paste there calling to be rubbed in deeper. Her urge to reach out felt different than it had in the terminal. If Elsa yearned to run her fingers along the exposed flesh again, she could only imagine what Anna stirred in the all men around them.
Anna felt her sister press up against her. Elsa leaned in, putting her chin right beside Anna’s neck. It felt like Elsa had protectively wrapped herself around Anna. Anna assumed it was to block out the sun that was already making her sweaty. She welcomed Elsa by rubbing her back against her sister. Anna let go of her bag to reach for Elsa. Her hand landed on the girl’s thigh. 
“This is exhilarating,” Anna said as the ship shifted. It was leaving the dock. The youngest didn’t wave at the ocean of people down by the shore. She was too content holding Elsa into place. 
“Mhm,” Elsa hummed in agreement. Her voice carried right into Anna’s ear. It evoked a shiver down her spine. A small strand of Elsa’s white hair fell onto Anna’s forehead. It tickled but she refused to push it away. They had spent so much time apart after years devoted to university. This cruise was a graduation present, one they’d bought with a part of their inheritance. Anna was excited to let loose and reconnect with Elsa.
The uptake in flirting was louder than the engines and rudders, and the crashing ocean waves. Elsa pushed herself closer to her kid sister. She ignored the view of the shoreline and clocked potential threats. “Anna, what was the promo code thing you used to get us discounted tickets again?” Elsa was afraid she knew the answer.
“Oh, it was like, single ladies all aboard. Or single ladies five nights out, or something equally dumb. I told you we got upgraded to an open bar for breakfast, right?” Yes, Anna had told Elsa that last part. Elsa wished she had flagged it but she had been so relieved to have saved a third of their budget. As it stood now, the sisters were the only two women not warding off one-liners.
“And I thought it would take me all week to find the most gorgeous girls on the ship,” some dude was suddenly saying. At least it wasn’t ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ because Elsa was starting to feel like she’d somehow tripped into hell.
Anna stepped back, leaving Elsa’s hold to put her hand out. His smile was wicked as he placed it on the back of Anna’s hand instead of shaking hers. Anna was giggling as she introduced herself to the sly talker and his noticeably shy friend.  “I’m Anna and this is Elsa, my–”
“Girlfriend,” Elsa interjected. Elsa knew why she said it. It was clear this whole cruise was designed to corral women. The discount was like a dating website ploy where single women got inundated with desperate men. This trip was meant to bring the sisters back together. Elsa was afraid she would have to compete with hundreds of men duking it out of a hookup. 
“Oh cool,” the guy a few steps back said as he reached out to give Elsa a handshake. She took his sweaty hand in hers. “I’m Kris, that’s Ryder. I told him you two were together. My apologies.”
Anna was still standing dumbly as the exchange unfolded. “That’s okay,” she said as she craned her neck at Elsa and shook her head.
“I thought it couldn’t hurt. Kris and I are totally doing this cruise with Vegas rules.” Ryder said. Anna snapped back into the conversation
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Like, we do whatever the hell we want. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Are you two up to playing Vegas rules with us?” There was childlike glee in Ryder’s voice that thrilled Anna.
“Absolutely–” Anna squealed at the same time Elsa rejected the idea. “We’re just going to go find our stateroom.”
“Cool,” Ryder answered, ignoring the taller of the two sisters. He took hold of Anna’s hand again and yanked her forward. They both took off running.
“Sorry,” Ryder’s weird friend said, as Elsa was left behind with him and her sister’s suitcase.
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There was a musical knock on the stateroom door, Elsa got up to let her kid sister in. Anna was standing in the hallway. She was fully clothed but every inch of her was dripping. She had one perfectly bleached towel over her shoulders and was rubbing another over her head. Her red hair looked so much darker when wet. Mixed with her apologetic smile, Anna looked like their mother.
“Come in,” Elsa said. She had to push herself against the wall to allow Anna to enter. Her sister pressed her wet body against Elsa to get past the narrow lead into the stateroom. She stopped face-to-face with her big sister. Her breath was uneven from running through the long system of hallways. 
“Sorry,” she said, then skimmed past Elsa. When no response came, she spoke to fill the air, “Did you know Kris and Ryder’s room is a few doors down from here? They even have a little balcony too.”
“Yeah,” Elsa said as she sat down on the bed she’d already claimed. The space was so small her knees rubbed up against the other mattress.
“Well, did you know there are like eight pools? We jumped into half of them,” Anna was pacing the minuscule room looking at everything and nothing.
“There’s eleven. It was in the brochure.” Elsa deadpanned. Anna wasn’t getting anywhere with her nervousness, so she walked over and wedged herself between Elsa’s legs. Elsa wearing her comfy pants. The cotton felt good on Anna’s skin.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that guy to grab me,” she said looking down at Elsa. Her sister was fidgeting with her own hands. Her fingernails were trimmed short and painted aqua in honour of their vacation. Elsa was picking at the shellac on her pointer finger. She was hurt by the three-hour-long tryst. Her sad eyes were downcast at the spot where the sisters were in contact.
“Sounds like you got a good tour of the place. How did you not notice there’s a million guys per one girl?” Anna had one too many crushed iced cocktails to have noticed. She wanted to say sorry again but Elsa continued. “I didn’t sign up for a single ladies’ cruise. I came along because I thought there’d be no outside world here to distract you from me.“ 
"Is that why you told Ryder we’re girlfriends?” Anna sat down on the bed opposite Elsa to get a good look at her. Elsa stirred, her eyes caught Anna’s for a brief moment. She’d shadowed her eyes with rich purple, it was a bold compliment to her vibrant blue eyes. Anna was always so envious of the contour of Elsa’s face. Her cheeks were round and her jaw angular. Depending on how she tilted her chin, she could look dewy-eyed or powerful and fierce. Just then, Elsa was downcast and soft as she nodded yes.
“Listen, I know you don’t like that kind of attention. And we are totally on the same page. This trip is about us. I’m sorry I left. It won’t happen again.” For her efforts, Anna earned a thin smile from her big sister. But in her comfy pants, it seemed she was unaware that the night was still young. Anna leaned in real close. “So Elsa, I accept. I will be your girlfriend for the rest of this cruise.”
When Elsa rolled her eyes at her kid sister, Anna pounced. She dropped Elsa back onto the bed, making smooching sounds at her. Her lips led the charge, hovering all along Elsa’s face and attacking with little ‘muahs’. Elsa thrashed pinned under Anna’s muscular legs and stronger arms. She held it for as long as she could before her laughter overcame her. “I surrender!” she called out.
“Good,” Anna stopped but lingered above Elsa’s lips, “cause my girlfriends take me out dancing.” With that Anna leaped back up, leaving Elsa flat on her back, out of breath, and wet.
***
At the first 'hey ladies’, Anna grabbed Elsa’s hand and ushered her through the gauntlet of catcalls. Her big sister’s hand was sweaty. Anna felt guilty. This whole trip was her idea. She signed Elsa up knowing her sister suffered in large crowds and with loud noises. Elsa hated being perceived. The attention the pair was drawing was likely torturing the eldest. Anna made sure to give Elsa reassuring squeezes. She detoured the long way to the restaurant hoping to thin out the crowds by walking along the port side deck. They got fewer long looks and minimal interruptions.
Elsa’s shoulders were back below her ears as she looked out towards the calm rippling water. It was still so hot out even though the sun was starting to dive into the waves. They hadn’t spent more than a holiday weekend together in six years. Anna must have been missing her sister because try as she might her eyes couldn’t help but take Elsa in. Instead of being in awe of the view, she was drawn to her features. The sun was glaring off of Elsa’s impossibly white hair, it was reflecting the sun’s flames. “You’d look good as a redhead,” Anna said. Elsa’s attention left the ocean.
“I know,” she answered as she reached up to run her fingers through Anna’s hair. The youngest was not expecting her stomach to flip. Yeah, she’d been called gorgeous on repeat over the last several hours, but somehow Elsa alluding as much made her knees weak. Anna tried to blame the vertigo from the moving ship but neither sister was looking out to the water anymore. With a few glances forward they made it to the restaurant. 
“These guys again, Anna?” Elsa’s hoarse voice questioned. Ryder and Kristoff were waving them down. The guys already had beers. On the table, there were two reddish cocktails and four shot glasses – booze clear like water – waiting for them.
“Well, you were right. This place is crawling with dudes,” Anna said under her breath. “So, I figured it’s better to hang with the devil you know.”
Elsa let out a puff of air through her nose as she pulled out Anna’s chair. "Such a gentleman,” the youngest said in thanks. There was no truth to that statement as Elsa watched Anna settle. She’d been fighting the urge to admire Anna since she’d decided to change right in the middle of their stateroom. Elsa was so relieved when Anna finally got to the covering-up part. Only for Anna to toss on a tiny black slip that only hid her bikini.
The alcohol burned as it flushed down Elsa’s throat. It felt like a match in her dry stomach. She winced while the others laughed. Another round was ordered. “Chase it with this,” Anna said as she plucked the umbrella out of a drink and passed it to her sister. “It’s called the devil’s kiss. I had one earlier. It’s got dark rum and Kahlua and that spicy red spice I put on our eggs instead of paprika that one time.” The mention of Anna’s kitchen mishaps got her going on a tangent, and the table began to chatter. It was only broken up to take more shots.
Elsa kept up and made sure to clean her plate to keep herself from getting too drunk. Somewhere along the lines, she realized she was enjoying herself. Anna was taking her role of girlfriend seriously. She was either holding Elsa’s hand over the table or giving Elsa’s thigh small comforting caresses. Elsa was not a good conversationalist but Anna was. The youngest made sure to point herself at her sister. Elsa could easily get lost in a group but Anna carried her weight as she spun tales about their life together. She engaged Elsa by checking facts and kept her from dissociating by encouraging her to add the odd anecdote. When it was the boys’ turn to speak, that all went to shit, all the stolen glances and tiny tickles had Elsa distracted. It didn’t matter, she was lightheaded and easy. And was slowly getting more addicted to Anna’s caring touch.
“Let’s get to dancing,” Ryder announced the end of the meal by slamming his hands down on the table. Elsa stood up right away. She was feeling confident. While she hated the idea, she had promised her sister and now vowed to deliver.
***
Club Brimstone was on the lower decks of the ship. It was underwater and illuminated by artificial lights which pulsated to the bass of the electronic music. It smelled like sweat. The temperature hitched just by crossing its threshold. The bar was overcrowded. The dance floor was packed so tightly, it was almost a mosh pit.
Ryder had a hold of Anna’s hand and pulled her into the dance floor.  Elsa followed them into the sea of bodies. Anna started dancing by throwing her arms over her head and twisting her hips. Elsa tried to match the movements but it didn’t come naturally. The collective body heat built up fast. It felt too thick to even move in. Elsa was in hell but she was here with Anna. She had to try. Ryder encircled Anna, moving with his knees locked and bent low. The position thrust his crotch against Anna’s backside. While Anna’s body freely moved to the music, Ryder’s only intention was to rub up against her. Kris was moving awkwardly behind them, trying to nod his head to the intricate beat. 
“Give 'er hell,” Ryder said to his bestie, encouraging Kris to step in closer to Elsa. His nervous smile was endearing. Elsa moved in and dropped an arm on his shoulder.  His big hand grabbed her hip. He used his hold to sway Elsa. They were not in time with the song but they matched each other. Their eyes met for a moment. It disrupted the sliver of confidence Elsa had amassed. So she brought herself in and barred down closer to avoid his eye. She focused on his chest instead.
Anna was shocked to find her big sister so close to this new friend. Elsa’s limbs were impossibly long. It looked like she could wrap herself around Kris a few times. In the club’s glow lighting white was the clearest colour. It illuminated Elsa. Her skin looked supernatural, like an angel amongst all these sweaty men. Anna glanced back at Ryder. As sweet and as playful as she found him, he couldn’t hold a light to Elsa.
“Grab us some drinks,” Anna said to Ryder. He obediently veered off, pulling Kris with him. Anna smirked at her big sister, elated to have her all to herself again. “Told you it would pay off to have them around.”
It had, both at dinner and on their trek down to the club. Even throughout their dance. Alone again, Elsa felt exposed. But Anna didn’t miss a beat, she was determined to soothe Elsa. She brought herself close and dropped a hand at Elsa’s hip. “Move with me,” she instructed as her fingers started to roam her sister’s side. Elsa stopped trying to follow the music and reacted to the waves rolling down Anna’s body instead.
“Hey,” some guy approached Elsa from behind. His simple greeting felt sinister. He rubbed up on Elsa and began to dance against her. Anna’s hand was still locked on Elsa’s side, she felt a shift as the muscles under her palms tensed. Anna immediately found the problem.
“Get the fuck away from my girlfriend,” her voice managed to cut through the music. The guy threw his hands up and backed off. For safekeeping, Anna yanked Elsa closer. “I got you,” she reassured. She smiled as her sister kept dancing but the advances didn’t stop. Anna warded them off by turning Elsa’s body away from the offenders. She wanted to focus on the sensation of Elsa’s leg between hers, but the world around tested Anna with its disruptions.
“It’s too much,” Elsa said into Anna’s ear. “I want to keep dancing but it’s too much.” As soon as Anna thought the night was over she panicked. Having Elsa’s arms and legs wrapped around her was the best she’d ever felt. Warding people off was worth it. There was distress in Elsa’s voice but Anna refused to stop. She looked around desperate for a way to prolong this dance. The only women who were being left alone were already hooking up with someone.
“Elsa,” Anna was surprised her sister heard her. The strobe lights were going. For a moment the whole club went dark, and in a flash, it was alive again. Elsa’s eyes were boring into hers. Anna had to stand on her tippy toes to get at her sister’s ear. “I’m going to kiss you.” 
Elsa’s response was to bunch up the fabric of Anna’s slip in her hand and drop her jaw. Anna took the yes and skipped her tongue along Elsa’s lower lip and up to the top. It was Elsa who pulled her mouth into a kiss. 
Maybe the whole club went dark. Or maybe everyone just up and died. There was a chance Anna was dead too because nothing outside of Elsa existed anymore. There was no more beat and the smell of bodies and booze faded. All the men were gone. Ryder could be trying to hand her another devil’s kiss, but Anna would never know. The booze tasted better in Elsa’s mouth anyway. Her world was reduced to Elsa’s exploring tongue and the way her sister was still grinding up against her core. Everything else could be damned. Yet the world came rushing back as Elsa pulled away.
Elsa was surprised to see Anna’s green eyes lidded in desire. She was giving off a different kind of heat. It was such a break from the hellscape around them. Anna’s face was apple-red from dancing too hard. Elsa leaned her kiss back in and bit Anna’s bottom lip. Anna’s mouth quenched a thirst Elsa never knew existed.
“Ah,” the little hellion in Elsa’s arms moaned. The hushed sound told Elsa they had crossed a line. There was no excuse for why they were dancing against each other anymore. This exchange of spit was no longer to build them a protective bubble. Anna was kissing Elsa for the pleasure of it and Elsa didn’t want it to stop.
“Elsa, want to play Vegas Rules with me?” Anna pulled back to ask. Before Elsa’s lips had even finished forming the word yes, Anna strengthened her hold on Elsa and took off running through the pit of bodies. She didn’t stop even after they left the Brimstone. Elsa had no choice but to keep up, if she didn’t move fast enough she’d end up on the floor.  Anna led them up the stairs taking two at a time. She stopped them at a landing. It was unexpected. Elsa’s body crashed into her sister’s. She thought she’d get a moment to catch her breath but Anna’s mouth took the last bit of air out of her. She pulled back just as abruptly. Her eyes scanned Elsa’s face for any signs of distress. She smiled wickedly when she saw none.
“Let’s go,” Elsa urged. Anna kept pulling. They burst through a set of double doors. It led them to the sundeck. Half the ship’s passengers were gathered, all with eyes to the skies as a light show set fire to the night. Now all the guys were yelling 'Hey watch it’ and 'What the heck?’ as they crashed through the crowd. They kept running, weaving through people and doors and narrow walkways. The further they went the fewer people they disrupted with their winded laughter. They had almost made it to the ship’s bow when they rounded a corner to a small outdoor pool. Anna’s planned destination.
The youngest’s momentum didn’t falter as she got closer to the relatively secluded pool. The fireworks display was still going, reflecting its deep fiery lights down in the water. Anna let go and stumbled a bit as she moved forward while pulling at her slip. She hooked her fingers on her swim top and tossed both pieces off. Anna was laughing at her lack of grace but Elsa stopped dead in her tracks to observe the constellations of freckles on her sister’s back. They disappeared into the water as Anna jumped in. She was under for what felt like too long but the night was moving in slow motion now. When Anna finally came up for air her smirk was devilish. She had something bunched up in her hands and aimed at Elsa.
“Come in, Elsa. I want you,” Anna said as she let go of the fabric. It made a wap sound as it collided with Elsa’s chest. Holding her little sister’s hot red bikini bottoms confirmed it. This entire cruise was indeed an inferno. Elsa earned her place in the second circle as she failed to hesitate. She pulled off her top and dropped it next to Anna’s clothing.
“God, help me,” Elsa whispered before taking off full tilt and diving deeper into hell.
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I am a walking contradiction, a fallen house of cards as well as the steel strength of the wind.
I wear a face mask to keep the mask up a never ending charade. 
My body fueled by manic energy a lighted match of anxious gasoline. I strike the flame at orange red and watch it spark to racing burning blue, as I  lick up the flames and cry over a scorched tounge or spilled milk or the next big wave.
 I'm the paradox, the puzzle, the riddle, all in one. All my rubix cubes have their own enigmas. Why are you trying to put my pieces together if I'm still figuring out my own? 
My depression is a coat of dead things to keep me warm, but at least it is farmillar to slip inside the old winter's armor yet laugh at the sun. 
What they call hypomania is really just driving full throttle on a dead end street in a car with no breaks and my life is a sheet of frozen ice blocks spinning and spinning 
(Im spinning all the time) 
and there is no end in sight until the next road block and back to myself or is it who use to be?
Nestled in my comfortable skin no longer dressed in depressed fashion because its summer hot as July and I'm baking on the asphalt from the sizzling sun
The burning of my own mind
Two polor opposites the sun and the moon when I am not too cold like the blue moon shadow I am a scorching ball of fire in the sky 
a sky of illness 
far off from the sky I use to fly high in as a young girl painting my own horizons  of beautiful twilight. A mural of who I would become where is this sky I long for?
Now I am nothing but stranded on a cold and delolant planet far from the moon who is calling always calling to my soul back to the night of who I am. But who am I? Who have i ever been? amber the shade of a golden sun who has fallen on the elclipes of a fast moving meteorite. How can I be me, everything and nothing all at once? 
For those who I love, I am everything but can't we all see I have always been and will always be feeling (I am spinning all the time) I am my feelings
Happiness saddness everything and nothing all at once.
I'm bipolar at 2.am wondering who I'll be by the time the sun streaks the sky.
I wash over my days like a slow trickle of blood expanding into the pitch dark night into the silver of silver. I am my polor opposite smile. I am me but I've forgotten who I've become.
I am me a house of cards too tired to stand with more caffeine then I can consume more exhaustion then gasoline to light my flame to emaculantly dressed for this depression and I carry too bright a smile to ever cradle a cry. I will always be too much of something and too little of everything.
Have i ever been anything but too quiet in loud crowds, too confusing in shades of blue, too sad to be fixed, too intense to be loved or to love?
But oh how I love like the wolf who protects the pack and belongs too its moon I am me I am soft hard loud messy and clean. I am 2. a.m waking and day sleeping
I am the poetic slumber and the day dreming.
I am not just my diagnosis carved into oval capsules I swallow to be made well.
I am me. 
I am enough. 
Bipolar 2 A.M (the moon talks to the sun) // A.N.M
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