#I HATE HAVING TO CLIMB NOW GRRRR | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

screamingatanemptyroom · 4 years

Text

Please Fix the Story pt 2 - Zombie Apocalypse

Hey everyone, here is a continuation to the the fix it fic Reverse harem short story I posted a few days ago!

Part one linked here.

(FYI although it is a different world, the main character as well as Liam are the same people. As stated at the end of the first part, Liam cannot bring along any memories from prior worlds)

Enjoy!

__________________________

GRRRR!

I looked around at my surroundings as I arrived in the new world, trying to catch my bearings.

Broken down buildings, abandoned cars, no people around and zombies about to attack… yep, definitely a post-apocalyptic setting.

I was in the middle of a city road, surrounded on all sides by tall, buildings with shattered windows, exposed beams and hanging wires. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt the unsettling atmosphere slowly settle over me. There was a strange silence to the world, the absence of people talking, cars honking, electronics beeping. There was just the wind, my breathing and silence…

GRRR.

…and the growls of the twenty or so zombies slowly approaching me.

I climbed up on an abandoned car, trying to catch my bearings. The movement tore at the four or five wounds that were scattered over my body, forcing out a groan of pain.

Multiple bruises, possible broken ribs, several cuts to arms and legs that still have broken bits of glass in them… it’s like I’ve been in a bar brawl.

It was always frustrating before I could accept the memories of my character and the world setting. I had no idea where I was, how I had gotten here, and more importantly what my mission was.

First things first, I need something to defend myself with.To my pleasant surprise, a quick survey of the area revealed a backpack that looked full and a sword resting on the ground nearby.

I jumped down, biting my lip to hold back a cry of pain at the motion, and quickly pulled the backpack on, unsheathing the sword and looking at it. It looked like something out of a museum, with an ornate gold plated hilt and a long, slightly curved blade. The weight and length were just at the limit of what this current body could bear, and I gave the sword a few practice swings with a grin.

Wonder how my character got a hold of a sword… this body doesn’t seem like one that practices fencing.

Putting my questions out of my mind, I held up my sword, centering my thoughts and bringing my heart into focus, just as I had trained in the past.

Fortunately, one of the previous story worlds I had lived through since the day I woke up without memories had been an assassin novel. The mission had been difficult; protecting the assassin’s guild from destruction after the hero left them behind to chase the heroine on an adventure. The author had regretted destroying his beloved family and guild members, and abandoned the novel. So I was tasked with spending years training weapons skills in the group, finally fighting against the rogue gang that attacked and defending the hero’s family in his place. Completing that mission had taken seven years in total, but on the bright side I had gained a good amount of fighting experience.

I closed my hand over the familiar weight of a sword in my palm. Time to start a new world.At the thought I felt a pang of loneliness and couldn’t help but close my eyes and smile bitterly. How is it that I’ve spent years and years in some of these worlds, and they still didn’t manage to move my heart as much as four weeks spent in a silly high school romance novel world?

“Liam.” I whispered quietly, opening my eyes with a sigh. He had so easily bypassed my defenses, making me care about him to the point that I had hesitated about moving on to the next world.

I have to keep moving forward, it’s my only hope of recovering my memories and going home.

Grrrr.

Thinking about the world and people I had left behind had depressed my mood, but thankfully, an outlet for my emotions had just presented itself on a silver platter.

“Time for some emotional therapy… by killing zombies.” With a smile I put away all stray thoughts and feelings, suppressed any sensation of pain or fear. There was only me, my sword, and the targets to destroy.

I was ready.

Silent, I sprang forward, my sword raised.

My first slash cut off the nearest zombies arm, the sword slicing through the rotten meat and brittle bones with ease.

Thud.

The arm hit the ground with a dull sound. The zombie’s wide, lidless eyes stared down at the detached limb for a few moments, as if confused, before turning back towards me with renewed energy.

GRRR.

Right, undead. Cutting off limbs won’t do much. So let’s try decapitation.

Ducking under the zombie’s remaining arm, I straightened up behind the monster and aimed this time for the neck.

This time both head and body fell to the ground, and became still.

Success!

The rotten blood and flesh dripped onto my hand from the stained blade. Disgusted, I swung the sword back and forth, which only served to scatter the remnants in the air, releasing a horrific smell. I gagged, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth and leaping at the nearest zombie with a snarl.

“This is so gross!”

SLICE! Two zombies fell to the ground on either side of me.

“I hate this world so much!”

Swish! Slice! THUD!

“WHAT IF THERE’S NO RUNNING WATER AND I CAN’T SHOWER?!!!”

A zombie’s growl cut off suddenly as the head flew out into the distance.

“I don’t even know what the mission is, but it already SUCKS!”

Letting out my frustration, I took out the remaining zombies, standing in place in a puddle of goo, my breaths coming in an out with a harsh gasping sound as my out of shape body tried to catch up with the practiced movements I had just put it through. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, breathing caused sharp pains as my broken ribs protested and made their presence known.

I was injured, I was tired, and I was covered in zombie guts.

I want to go home.

But I didn’t know where home was.

Feeling sorry for myself, I sat down on the ground, pulling out my phone and checking the mission.

“This better be a quick one.”

As I pulled up the familiar screen the first thing I noticed was a notification.

**** CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE LEVELED UP!****

“… Pardon?”

As you continue to complete world missions in an efficient and satisfactory manner, you will gain experience and level up the mission system, allowing you additional benefits and assistance.

A small experience bar glowed at the bottom of the notification, with only a sliver of the space filled in and a large number “2” next to it.

“It took TWELVE worlds for me to get to level 2?!” I fought the desire to throw my phone with rage, and continued to read.

With your new level, you have unlocked key character descriptions and world map in the mission app! As well as… other benefits!

“…” I stared at the screen silently. Why do I feel like this thing is just messing with me now?I’m just going to ignore this. It’s too rage inducing.

I clicked through the message and moved on to the mission description.

**** NEW WORLD: WAR OF THE UNDEAD ****

This post-apocalyptic zombie infested story follows Eric, a young man with a military background and the will to fight as he survives the end of the world. By his side is the love of his life Hannah, who holds his hand through the uneasy tides of crumbling social structures, horrifying monsters and evil villains.

Complaints about the story were rampant as the heroine of the novel was deemed “useless” with no discernable skills, often getting kidnapped and wreaking havoc for Eric to clean up after. Unable to balance the two main leads, the author finally gave up and never finished the story, leading to the world’s instability and eventual destruction.

The Author’s wish, and your mission, consists of two parts: First, help the heroine develop into a well-rounded character, able to stand on her own two feet instead of a two dimensional plot device designed to give the hero problems to solve. Second, help humanity establish a good foundation for a new society, leaving the story on a high note with hope for defending against the zombies.

**** DO YOU ACCEPT THIS MISSION?****

I glared at my screen, desperately wishing for a “decline” option.

HELP HUMANITY ESTABLISH A FOUNDATION?!!! HOW LONG IS THAT GOING TO TAKE??

I let out a sad moan, leaning against the broken car and staring up at the dull grey sky with a hopeless gaze.

How long do I have to live in this world and go without a hot shower?

I clicked Accept, my finger stabbing the screen angrily, accomplishing nothing other than a sore fingertip. The memories of my character rushed in, the splitting pain and confusion passing quickly as I accepted them with ease.

“… Well, I guess it could be worse.”

I was a small side character in this story, the spoiled princess of the hero’s group that caused trouble. Upon joining up with their team, she would constantly complain, wishing for luxury and pampering in a world where survival was the only priority. She was tolerated as she had brought with her a large bag of supplies from her family’s mansion, as well as an antique sword that she had taken off the wall as she left, but the goodwill of the hero and his friends quickly ran dry in the face of her spoiled personality and increasingly ridiculous demands.

Finally after several years and multiple fights, her character was kidnapped along with Hannah, the heroine. The hero was forced to choose one to save, and selected his loved one without hesitation. Even at the end her character believed she was too important to be killed, threatening her captors right up until they threw her into a pit of zombies.

It seemed as if I had started this world right after my character had abandoned her first team. They had gotten into a fight with a roaming bandit group, (which explained my current injuries) during which my character had escaped, leaving her teammates behind.

As the story moved on she would then meet up with the hero and his camp, joining and staying alongside them until her untimely demise.

Unfortunately it looks like one of the hero’s companions was a friend of this character, which will make it difficult to explain the large difference in the personality… Rubbing my headthoughtfully as I considered the problem, I finally gave up and sighed. Oh well, the apocalypse changes people, they’ll just have to accept it.

The phone in my hand vibrated once more, with surprise I glanced down at the new alert.

With your level up, you are able to change your character’s name to one of your choosing. All characters’ memories will be adjusted accordingly.

**** Select a character name? ****

I struggled internally with a sudden childish desire to name my character “ass-licker” or something equally stupid, just for the chance to hear everyone have to say it seriously.

But if I was going to spend a few years in this world… that would get old fast.

I slowly typed out a name, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Blaire.”

My favorite world so far.A memory I wanted to keep with me.

I wonder what happened to Liam after I left? Before I could consider that thought too closely, a panicked scream broke the silence of the city.

“HELP!”

Following the distressed sounds, I entered a nearby building. In a large open area filled with broken concrete and other debris, a single young man was cornered by three zombies. He held a metal bar in his hands, which he was swinging wildly, barely keeping the monsters at bay. They were slowly crowding him into a corner, but seemed unable to reach any closer. The man continued swinging, all the while a constant stream of half-intelligible cursing and complaints escaping from his mouth.

“Damned traitor…. Make him regret… snap his neck… no that’s too good for him! … boiling… oil… funnel…!”

For all that this is a life threatening situation, why do I get the feeling he seems… like he’s having fun?

Shaking off the wayward thought, I rushed in, sword drawn, striking the zombies down with a few swings. As their heads tumbled to the ground, I kneeled down, using their shredded clothes to carefully clean the blade. As I looked up, I saw the startled face of the man I saved, and felt a moment of panic.

“Liam?”

After staring silently a few moments, I shook my head sadly

It wasn’t him.

He was older, taller, with a slimmer build. His hair, though a similar dark shade, was longer and roughly cut. His face was not the one in my memories, with a slimmer nose and a more pointed chin, but his eyes… they were the exact same shade of dark blue as Liam in the previous world. It was the eyes that had initially caused me to call out, the amused light in them so familiar it was as if he were still right in front of me.

But he wasn’t. I had left that world, and therefore Liam, behind.

“I’m sorry, I mistook you for someone else.”

The man shook his head, his face still pale with shock. “Don’t be sorry! You saved my life!” He walked forward, holding out a trembling hand to shake. “I’m so glad you showed up when you did!”

I took his hand, trying to smile comfortingly. “Happy to help. Are you going to be okay? How’d you end up here all alone?”

“I got separated from my… friends.” He looked at me closely. “You’re such a strong person, I would have died without you! I know I’m weaker than you, and might be a burden but… would you… be willing to let me tag along until we get to camp?”

Poor guy, he still looks terrified.I patted him on the shoulder. “Of course.”

He sighed with relief. “Thank you. You’re my hero!”

I laughed at that. “Just call me Blaire.”

“I’m William! But you can call me Liam.”

“Liam?” I paused, unable to hold back from asking. “I’m sorry… but… have we met before?”

“Hmm… Unfortunately no, I would have definitely remembered you. But perhaps we were fated to meet?” His eyes were clear as he spoke, without any recognition. I frowned.

It can’t be the same person… but he’s just as weird as Liam from the other world, that’s for sure. Unable to shake the sense of familiarity, I sheathed my sword and gestured for him to follow.

“Let’s go.”

“Of course, savior of my life! I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth!”

“… Just to the camp is fine.”

As we stepped out into the street we were immediately confronted by the sight of a large group of tough-looking, scarred men, each carrying multiple weapons. As I tensed up, my hand on my sword hilt, the closest man in the group spotted us, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“BOSS! You’re still alive!”

I glanced back at Liam, who looked mildly annoyed.

“Boss! We killed the traitor and brought back the weapons he stole from you!”

Tossing out a duffel bag, the zipper was open enough to spot multiple guns, grenades and other deadly weapons.

“…”

We all stared at the bag in silence for a few moments.

“Boss?” I finally asked.

He gave an awkward grin. “It’s just a friendly nickname.”

“So I’m guessing you won’t need my protection on the way to the nearest camp.” Feeling mildly disappointed, I stepped away, preparing to leave. Only to pause at Liam’s panicked shout.

“Wait, no!” He stepped closer, waving his arms frantically. “I definitely need your protection! These guys are just joking! I’m actually quite a weakling, and desperately need someone strong like you to look after me.”

“What are you saying boss?” One of the goons interrupted. “You’re probably the most deadly man alive…”

THUD

A stone flew through the air, striking the man between the eyes, and knocking him to the ground.

“Shut. Up.” Liam hissed,

“OUCH! That hurt!”

“Now you tell this beautiful woman who saved my life and has promised to protect me how weak and helpless I am!”

The large muscular men all turned towards me, terror in their eyes.

“Boss is the weakest!”

“Definitely weak!”

“He needs protection!”

“He’d die without you!”

“…” I gave Liam a look. Do you really think I’d buy this?

His response was a shameless smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t drag you down! I’ll cook for you!”

“…”

“Run errands!”

“…”

“Do housework!”

I finally spoke up. “Really? You’d do all that?”

“Yes, I…”

“You can’t expect the Boss to act like a servant!!” One of the men burst out angrily, only to fly back as another stone struck him in the face. Another burly, scarred thug took his place.

“Ahem. What my friend meant to say is, Boss is highly skilled in all of these tasks. He’s great husband material!”

Liam gave the man a thumbs up. “Shark, you’re a smart fellow. You’ve just been promoted to my new right hand man!”

“Thanks Boss!”

“Now take care of things while my life savior and hopefully future wife escorts me back!” He grabbed the duffel bag, offering the contents to me before choosing a small handgun and a grenade for himself and handing the rest to Shark.

The man took the remaining weapons with a terrifying smile. “Definitely!” With a sharp whistle, he and the other men quickly turned around and ran away, dragging the injured man who had protested Liam taking on cleaning duties behind them.

“…” I watched this all with confusion. How did the title of future wife get added on to a simple request to escort him to camp?I almost told him to go away, but hesitated. Faced with his almost puppy-like look of anticipation I swallowed the words I was about to say, helplessly turning back in the direction of the hero’s camp. “Let’s go.”

__________________________

We traveled together for a few days, and I found Liam to be an entertaining companion. At each stop he would light a fire, cook a meal, and arrange the camp. Any offers to help were met with stiff resistance.

“You’re the one doing me the favor.” He answered once with a smile. “I’m just trying to support you!”

“…”

“You know…” He added nervously. “If you think that I’m useful… I’d be happy to work for you full time in exchange for your protection.”

“…”

“For example, if we got married it would be super convenient to bring me along as your support husband.”

I sighed quietly, rubbing my head. “You know we’ve only known each other three days right?”

“The great thing about that concern is that it becomes less relevant the longer we’re together!” He grinned briefly, before putting on a serious expression.

“You asked me once if we met before… and even though I know we haven’t I can’t shake the feeling that I know you. As if there’s a voice shouting from the depths of my soul, telling me that if I lose you I’ll regret it forever, but if I can stay by your side I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head. He reminds me so much of Liam spouting his minion nonsense. But if he’s the same person… how did he follow me here?

“By the way… if you thought that sounded poetic, I would like to add ‘well-spoken’ and ‘artistic’ to the lists of attractive traits that I bring to the table as a potential husband or even just a good lackey.”

“…” Let’s just ignore him and get to camp as soon as possible.

__________________________

We arrived at the camp. Fortunately our path had been fairly clear, we met very few zombies on our way. As we walked up to the camp entrance, and attractive man and woman met us, their expressions somewhat guarded.

“Who are you and why are you here?” The man called out.

I paused a good distance away to avoid seeming to threatening, and studied him closely. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with close-cropped hair and classically handsome features. He had a gun at his hip, and a knife close to his hand, obviously ready to respond to any danger.

Smells like a male lead.

I held up my hands, showing that they were empty of weapons and tried to appear friendly.

“I’m Blaire. I’ve recently split from another roaming group and was hoping to join your camp here.” I carefully put my backpack of supplies on the ground and opened it, showing off the contents. “I’ll share some of my supplies. I’m also decent with a sword, and can add to your fighting force.”

The man looked both me and the bag over carefully. “I’m Eric.” He finally spoke up, his expression slightly more relaxed. He pointed at Liam who still stood next to me. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Liam, her lackey!” He announced before I could say something. “Also hopeful suitor.”

“Are you joining as well?”

“Of course!”

I glanced over at him. “What about your gang?”

“What gang?”

“…”

“… Those punks you met earlier? They’ll be fine.”

I sighed and turned back towards the hero of the story. “So what’s your answer?”

He watched us both, obviously thinking carefully. “On a trial basis.” He turned around, carefully protecting the delicate young woman next to him. She was petite, barely coming up to Eric’s shoulder, and had a fair complexion already turning red in the sun. Her eyes were large with an innocent light in them, as she stared at me with a nervous look.

This must be Hannah, our heroine. She definitely seems… easy to kidnap. So helping her become a well-rounded character is mission number one, huh? I followed behind them, my mind racing with plans to help turn her into a force to be reckoned with in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

This is going to be fun!I rubbed my hands together, a villainous laugh escaping me.

Liam poked my arm, whispering. “Blaire, although I personally think your evil laugh is wonderful, and I could listen to it all day… I feel like I should warn you that you’re scaring the young girl over there.”

I paused, catching Hannah’s terrified expression, and tried to give her a reassuring smile. In response her face turned even more pale under her sunburn, and she hugged Eric tightly as if wanting to escape.

“Was my smile that terrifying?” I leaned over towards Liam and asked quietly.

“I’m the wrong person to ask. I find your strength and ability to intimidate the masses vastly reassuring.”

“Thanks… I guess.”

I followed the lead characters into the camp silently, Liam following close behind me.

It was time to save the story.

And… hopefully find a way to shower.

#writing #fantasy #world hopping #zombies #violence

423 notes · View notes

desiraypark · 3 years

Text

Stuck in the Mud

Characters: (Late) 60s!AdamSackler x Joyce (Black/Female OC) x Baby

Content: New parent blues. Growing pains. Woodstock ‘69. Y’all know what this picture does to me.

August 15, 1969

“This is such fucking bullshit...” Adam mumbled. He pounded his fist against the steering wheel. “This is SUCH fucking bullshit!”

Her shirt lifted so that air could hit her belly, Joyce held her hand out the passenger window, letting the smothering air float through her fingers. All afternoon, she listened to Adam complain about everything. While everyone abandoned their cars to join the chaotic fun, Adam and Joyce sat in their borrowed car, bickering like the married couple they were.

“Look at those fucking idiots still jumping the barricade. The festival is shit, just walk through. Fuckin’ assholes...”

Joyce released an exasperated sigh.

“Say it,” Adam said. “Fuckin’ say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say what’s on your mind.”

“There’s nothing on my mind, Adam.”

Adam scoffed and chewed his lip. “I hate when you fuckin’ do that.”

“Hate when I do what, Adam?”

“Pretend like you’re not mad about shit and then call me by name after every fucking sentence.”

“You know what I am about to get mad about?” Joyce asked.

“What?”

“You fuckin’ cursing at me like I fuckin’ did something to you!”

“I’m not fuckin’ cursing at you!” Adam argued.

“Yes, you fuckin’ are!”

“I’m fuckin’ NOT!!!”

Joyce rolled her eyes and reached behind Adam’s seat. She lifted the lid of the Thermaster cooler and pulled out a sandwich. “You want your sandwich?”

“No.”

Joyce huffed and pulled out a sandwich, a bottle opener, and a bottle of 7Up. First, she opened the soda and took a sip. Then, she pulled the foil away from a lake trout sandwich she’d made the night before.

“Is that fucking fish?” Adam asked, face contorted.

“Yes, Adam. Yes, it’s fucking fish. You watched my fry the fucking fish last night.”

“I can’t take Ray’s car back smelling like fish!”

Joyce chewed on the inside of her mouth. Then, she grabbed the door handle and climbed out of the car with her food and drink in hand. Suddenly, she appeared in front of the car, and Adam watched her walk down the road.

“Joyce? Where the fuck are you going?” he called out of the window. Without turning around, Joyce stuck her middle finger up and continued down the road.

ONE MONTH EARLIER

Joyce unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment, contemplative. Adam followed her inside, holding a box of pizza. He kicked the door closed, and Joyce jumped as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. She rushed to Boots’ bedroom and looked inside the crib. Yes, she did pack Teddy.

“You didn’t fuckin’ forget anything, Joyce!” Adam shouted from the kitchen.

Joyce sighed. “I know.”

Just as she’d turned around, Adam was gliding into the bedroom--a singular step of his equated to two of hers. She wrapped his arms around Joyce’s waist and pulled her close.

“We’re going to go into this kitchen, we’re going to eat this fucking pizza, then we’re going to fuck all night.”

Joyce laughed. “I know the itinerary, Adam.”

“The baby’s fine,” he said.

Joyce looked down, but Adam lifted her face by the chin. “Say it.”

“The baby’s fine,” Joyce repeated.

“Your sister has two fucking kids, she knows what she’s doing.”

“I know, I know,” Joyce said. She pulled away from Adam’s grip and paced the bedroom. “But what if something happens? What if she gets sick? What if she eats something she’s allergic to and we don’t know she’s allergic to it?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Smalls,” Adam said. He took Joyce’s hand. “Come the fuck on before the food gets cold.”

Adam pulled Joyce through the living room and suddenly, the phone rang.

“Don’t answer it!” he said, tugging on her hand. Joyce pressed her nails into Adam’s wrist.

“Ah! Fuck!”

As she turned on her heels to grab the phone, he smacked her ass.

“Hello?” Joyce answered. “Hey, Ma.”

Adam rolled his eyes and faked pain--hunching his shoulders and touching his chest.

“I’m doing alright, and you?” Joyce asked, biting down a smile. Adam fell to the floor slowly and dramatically. “Oh, that’s good to hear...”

Joyce covered her mouth as Adam stretched out on the floor, panting and panting until he let his head fall to the side. He closed his eyes and let his tongue hang out like roadkill.

“We’re doing alright. Laurie is actually over at Jessica’s for the evening...just to give us a little time off...”

Adam opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, he lifted his hands and pressed his fingers against an invisible waist.

“...well, Ma, I surely don’t want to drive from New York to Philly just to bring my newborn baby for a weekend, and I sure wouldn’t have you and Dad drive all the way up here for it...” Joyce said. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight before her.

“Uhhh...” Adam moaned. “Your pussy is still so tight...”

Joyce kicked the coffee table to get Adam’s attention, but he only chuckled. “Well, she’s still a newborn to me...”

Adam began to thrust in the air. “Fuckkkk...am I fucking you good baby?” He increased the pitch of his voice, imitating Joyce. “Yes, baby, yes!”

He lowered his pitch to imitate himself. “How good?”

“I can feel your dick in my belly!” he moaned, imitating Joyce again.

Joyce covered the phone’s mouthpiece and turned her back to Adam. “I don’t know, something weird on TV...well, how about this, how about you two come up here and stay for a weekend, some day?”

Suddenly, Joyce felt the sofa cushion dip behind her. Adam placed soft kisses against her shoulder--bare under the spaghetti straps of her striped tank-top.

“Well, look, Ma--me and Adam are about to eat dinner, I’ll call you back in about an hour?”

“You’ll call her back tomorrow,” Adam whispered. He cleared his throat and leaned over Joyce’s shoulder. “Hi, Mrs. Martin!”

“She said, “Hey, baby”,” Joyce said. She wiggled her shoulder to relieve herself of the pressure of Adam’s chin. “Alright, Ma. Love you. Tell Daddy I said “hey.””

Joyce hung up the phone, turned around, and poked Adam in the chest. “You’re disgusting!”

“Grrrr,” Adam growled. He leaned in to take nibbles at her neck, making her chuckle and squeal. Then, she waved him away.

Just as the two of them rose from the sofa, the phone rang again.

“Don’t answer it!” Adam shouted.

“It could be Jessica!” Joyce exclaimed. She picked up the phone and Adam scoffed and walked toward the kitchen. “Hello? Hi, Ms. Fran!”

Adam flew out of the kitchen and shook his head from left to right. “Yes, he’s here.”

Adam’s fingers curled, forming the shape of an invisible neck between them. Joyce smiled and held out the phone to her husband.

DAYS LATER

“You know that arts festival they’ve been talking about?” Adam asked, walking into the kitchen with Boots in his arm. True to her nickname, Laurie “Boots” Sackler began wiggling her toes and kicking her foot, anxious to prove to her parents that she didn’t need them to carry her around anymore. But Adam paid her no mind--he only pulled her closer.

“Good evening,” Joyce said, flashing Adam a smile as she stirred sauce in a pot.

Adam leaned in to kiss her on the lips. “Good evening. How was your day?”

“My day was fine. And yours?”

Adam sat at the kitchen table, moving Boots onto the opposite side of him as she tugged at his shirt. “It was great. You know that music festival they’ve been talking about? Music and art?”

“Nope,” Joyce responded. She turned off the stove burner.

“Well, there’s this arts and music festival coming to White Lake next month...”

“I have no clue where White Lake is...” Joyce responded. She walked to the cupboard and pulled out two ceramic bowls.

“It’s further north. Well, anyway. I got us tickets.”

“Oh, okay. Sounds fun. When is it, what time?” Joyce asked unenthusiastically. “What kind of art, what kind of music?”

“Janis Joplin’s gonna be there. Santana. Creedence Clearwater. Sly and the Family Stone...”

Joyce whirled around with big, bright eyes. “Sly and the Family Stone? Why didn’t you just say that in the beginning?!”

Adam grinned. “Well, it’s a three-day festival...”

“When will Sly and ‘em be there?” Joyce asked, dumping penne noodles into one of the bowls. Then the second.

“The second day I think. But I wanted us to go for all three days...” Adam added carefully.

Joyce shook her head “no” and placed the pot of strained noodles back on the stove. “I’m not leaving my baby for three days.”

“We can take her with us,” Adam suggested, placing a kiss on Boots’ forehead.

Joyce sighed and looked at Adam. “How far away is White Lake?”

“Joyce...”

“Yes?” she responded.

Adam stood up and walked over to Joyce, towering over her and staring into her eyes. “Let me take care of everything. I want us to start having fuckin’ fun again.”

Joyce’s neck snapped backward. “We always have fun! What do you mean?”

“We don’t really go out anymore, babe,” Adam said. He paced the kitchen floor with the baby as Joyce finished making their bowls. “We’re still fucking young and we don’t do young shit anymore.

Joyce carried the bowls of pasta to the table. “Do I make you feel old, Adam?”

Adam’s shoulders fell. “No, honey...it’s just...we got married and had a baby, and now we’re just...stuck. Doing the same shit over and over again. And this wasn’t us before. We were always doing some new, crazy shit...”

Boots grabbed her father’s hair--dark and full like hers. “Now, the craziest shit we do is eat pizza and watch fuckin’ Bonanza with our fuckin’ pants off.” Adam gently pulled Boots’ hand away.

“I don’t know, Adam. Let me think about it. Okay?”

____________________

August 15, 1969

“We’re not moving anymore,” a bearded man had shouted down the road with his arms up. He and three other people had climbed out of their car, and he walked the road to warn the people behind him. He paced back toward his own car. “We’re done. We’re stuck.”

People had parked on the side of the road and walked toward the festival. Not Adam. He parked the car and pouted like a child. Hotels and motels were booked, so Boots stayed home. There were no vacancies anywhere near the farm in White Lake. Or Bethel. “Wherever the fuck we are,” Adam had said.

It was hot and sticky--and there had long been calls for rain. The land was already muddy from previous rains. What was supposed to be a two-hour drive felt like an eternity--it seemed that everyone in New York City was headed to the same place at the very same time. This wasn’t what Adam had in mind. This was supposed to be fun--not a fucking headache.

“So, what are we gonna do? Just sit here?” Joyce asked.

“We were supposed to have a motel room. We’re supposed to be out there with everybody else. We might as well be back in Brooklyn watching the fuckin’ show,” Adam complained.

Joyce grabbed Adam’s face and kissed him on the lips. “We’re here now. Aren’t we?”

“Yeah, we’re fucking here.”

“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” Joyce said.

Adam nodded. “Okay. But we’ve got tickets. We’re not gonna be assholes and jump the fuckin’ fences.”

“Okay, baby.” Adam and Joyce walked around for about thirty minutes before irritation took over again. The place was muddy and there was barely room to move. No shelter from the setting sun. They’d barely checked out the art vendors before they made their way back to the car.

____________________

“Joyce!” Adam called from the window. He hopped out of the car and called down the road again. “Where the fuck are you going?!”

Joyce turned around and walked backwards. “Stop making a scene, Adam!”

Suddenly, the ground under Joyce disappeared. She fell backward--ass first into a pile of mud.

“Oh, shit,” Adam mumbled. Festival attendees scattered about at their cars covered their chuckles, while others were prepared to step away and help Joyce up. But Adam made it in time.

“Fucking, shit, Smalls,” he said. Joyce pouted at her lost sandwich and soda and took Adam’s hand. She was halfway up when Adam suddenly broke out into laughter. Unable to control himself, he accidentally let Joyce’s hand go, letting her fall back into the mud.

“Adam!” she cried.

“Shit, I’m sorry!”

Adam held out his hand again, but as Joyce grabbed it, she tugged hard to pull him down on the ground with her. Of course, “Smalls” wasn’t big or strong enough to pull him down, but he’d lost his footing and fell forward beside her. This time, making all the onlookers burst into joyous laughter.

“That’s right, get him!” a woman shouted in the distance.

“Good old payback!” another said with a laugh.

Adam and Joyce sat up--two 30-something year-olds--giggling in a pile of mud.

Hours Later

Adam and Joyce walked the festival grounds with muddy backsides for a couple of hours. They met new people, bought a few pieces of art and jewelry, then made their way back to their car before the expected rain came down. They placed a blanket along the front seat and sat inside with the windows partially rolled down. Rain poured from the clouds and Ravi Shankar’s sitar filled the country night air.

“I’m sorry,” Adam said after a seemingly never-ending silence. “I just wanted to do something for you. For us.”

“And I’m enjoying myself, Adam,” Joyce responded. “It’s not ideal. But we said we wanted to do something fun and crazy right?”

“Forty dollars to come to this shit and we can’t even enjoy it. We can’t even see who’s on stage. Smells like fuckin’ piss and balls all over the place. We’ve got mud all over our asses.”

“You’ve put worse things on my ass,” Joyce interrupted. She bit her lip, then released a chuckle. Adam laughed, too.

“Fuck. Maybe we’re not as young as I thought,” he resigned.

Joyce sighed and rested her head on Adam’s chest. “Or maybe we’re just comfortable around each other. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with watching Bonanza with no pants on.”

Adam laughed. “Maybe we can spice shit up and fuck on each other every time Hoss gets into a fuckin’ fight.”

“We can watch the show, but if Hoss gets into a bar fight, you have to take your dick out.”

“YES!” Adam agreed excitedly. “And you have to suck it.”

Joyce burst into laughter again. “Blowjobs for Hoss fights, pussy-eating for Little Joe fights.”

“Fuckin’ deal,” Adam agreed. They laughed together once more, then fell into a comforting silence.

“I’ve got an idea...” Joyce said, breaking the serenity.

“What?”

She turned Adam’s face toward hers by his chin and kissed him on the lips. Then, she let the tip of her finger trail down his chest. “Let’s do somethin’ crazy right now...”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...”

“We can’t take Ray’s car back smelling like--”

“You’d better not say smelling like fish!”

Adam laughed. “No, you smell more like sweaty...”

“Don’t you fuckin’ finish that sentence,” Joyce said.

He laughed again--like a mischievous and troublesome kid. Joyce bit her lip and ran her hand along Adam’s thigh. He let his hand slide under her shirt and over her belly. Then, he pulled his hand away, and used both hands to unbutton her top.

#i had no goal no outline no mission lol

32 notes · View notes

wall-maria-fritz · 3 years

Text

The Wingman (Erwin Smith x Marie)

Chapter 4: The First Letter

Reposting this because I am officially overhauling my @levi-lives blog, in lieu of this one because SOMEONE Tumblr won't let my posts show up from there anymore! grrrr.

@levi-lives blog is still up tho, if you would like still see my original posts

The Wingman: MASTERLIST

Author’s Note:

Daamn this is a pretty long one! I thought you lovelies deserved a thicc update for all the wait 💙

And because of that, we got more song inspos than usual for this chapter: Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens, Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan, and come out and play by Billie Eillish

I also forgot to mention last chapter that I named Marie after my favorite impressionist artist, Piérre Bonnard! You’ll see why 😉

Chapter 4: The First Letter

Erwin was thankful for the cool summer breeze as he made his way into the nearby town’s post office to receive his letters from Derek and his mother. A small smile graced his features when he found the two envelopes greeting him when he opened his letter box. One bearing the Wings of Freedom seal of the Scouting Legion, the other a postage stamp from Wall Rose.

He quickly opened Derek’s letter first, Erwin’s blue eyes skimming over the words written on an official Scouting Legion stationary. Erwin was surprised to read that his brother would be visiting again very soon. Derek was under orders from Commander Shadis to retrieve some files at the Cadet Corps’ Archives Office. But more than that, Derek wanted to meet with him saying, “I met a very pretty girl, and I wanna introduce her to you.”

Which was code for, “The Intelligence Division of the Legion has made some discoveries you’ll want to know. Meet me at my aforementioned destination.” Which in this case, was the Archives Office.

Derek Smith was privy to all sorts of confidential information thanks to his position as Deputy Section Commander at the Scouting Legion’s Intelligence Division. Perhaps Derek sharing sensitive information to his brother could cost him his life, but the brothers— as true sons of Jonathan Smith— were adamant in doing whatever it takes to know the truth of the Walls.

Erwin grimaced.

‘And I’m no stupid little boy anymore,’

Erwin pushes back the dark memories.

Moping wasn’t going to help his father’s legacy.

Ever since the suspicious death of their father, the Smith boys have taken it upon themselves to prove their father’s claims that the history of the Walls is more than meets the eye. Which was why Derek— being the elder brother— decided to join the frontlines of the Scouting Legion in pursuit of this knowledge, while Erwin would climb the ranks of the Military Police and uncover the truth from within. The brothers agreed that they would cover more ground if they split up this way.

And worst comes to worst, their mother would at least still have one son around to take care of her.

Erwin opens his mother’s letter next, the familiar loopy scrawl, and the nostalgic smell of home which oddly seems to stick to all her letters, comforting him.

My Darling Erwin,

I’ve just received the carnations, darling. As always, they are beautiful! Please put in a good word for the florist who arranges these. They have such artistry! I will be potting them after I write this. Maybe I’ll place them at the kitchen windowsill so I’ll be reminded of my brave and handsome sons whenever I wash.

And perhaps my brave and handsome sons would remember to visit their dear old mother? Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. Mother is quite content here with her tulips and carnations, but I do miss my baby boys.

Please tell your brother to be very careful out there. You too, Erwin. If you will not take care for yourselves, then do it for your father and I. Your father would never forgive me if any harm came upon you boys. And it would break my heart.

Mama loves you very much, and I pray that the Goddesses would protect you both everyday. Come visit me soon, darling. I promise I’ll bake you your favorite strawberry pie! With the extra maple syrup, just the way you like it!

Much love and kisses,

Mama.

Erwin smiled softly. It was always nice to hear from his mother. He was glad he chose a good florist for his mother’s flowers. His mother only deserves the best. And he definitely misses her and her strawberry pie.

‘Derek and I should visit mother again soon. ‘

Erwin was tucking in the two letters into his jacket pocket, when he heard a familiar name.

“You’ve got another big one, Miss Marie!”

Sure enough, Erwin sees Marie Bonnard accept a rather hefty looking box from the mail concierge. She gave a bright smile to the young man behind the desk despite the heavy bulk in her arms. “I got it, Tom, thank you!”

Tom blushed at Marie’s undeniably pretty smile. “A-are you sure? I could—“

Marie gasped at the sensation of two strong arms lifting the box out of her grasp. When she looked up to snap at who dared try to take it away, her hazel eyes widened.

“No worries Tom, I’ll help her bring it home.”

Erwin’s easy smile and smooth voice made carrying the heavy box seem like a piece of cake. ‘Well, considering how big this guy is, it probably was.’ The thought made Marie want to cross her arms and stomp her feet.

Tom looked between her and Erwin. Marie could almost see the gears turning in the young man’s head, and the unspoken ‘Oh’ in his lips. “I see, of course sir.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous Erwin, I’m more than capable of carrying it myself.” Marie moves to get the box back, when she notices something.

“Besides,” she begins, as her hazel eyes rove up the unmistakable military uniform Erwin was wearing. They zero in on the crossed sword insignia of the Cadet Corps. “Don’t you have training to go to?”

Erwin’s brilliant blue eyes sparked in amusement. “It’s a Saturday. So no training for today. I got all the time in the world, Marie.” The blonde smirked as he easily pulled the full weight of the box into his arms. “And we both know you’re going to hate lugging this around beneath this heat.”

Marie regarded the man before her. If there was anything she knew about Erwin, it’s that he took what he wanted and there would be no stopping him to it.

And she will hate lugging the box around beneath the harsh sun. Marie harrumphed.

“Fine.”

——————————

The pair walked out of the postal office and into the bright glare of the summer sun in relative silence. The nearby weekend market was having a busy morning, and Marie didn’t miss all the women who have stopped in their errands, pausing their weekend shopping to look up at the vision that is Erwin Smith. They would then notice her by his side, and would either turn away in disappointment or look at her with eyes that wished she’d go away.

Marie rolled her eyes. She’s seen so many girls beam with pride to be seen walking beside Erwin back at the College of Wall Rose. And now, Marie doesn’t understand what was so nice about having complete strangers stare and be hostile towards you for no reason.

Out of curiosity, she peeked up at Erwin’s imposing figure, seeing if any of this attention affected him at all. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t.

Erwin’s handsomely cut profile, with his straight nose, high cheekbones, and perfectly chiseled jaw simply looked ahead, paying no mind to all the longing looks he was receiving.

Of course. He must be so used to all this already.

The summer breeze picked up and slightly ruffled Erwin’s blonde hair, making it glint and gleam against the sun’s brilliance. He looked like a golden hero sculpted by the hand of a god.

It was also then that she caught that familiar whiff of sandalwood and aftershave.

As if sensing her gaze, Erwin’s blue eyes flit at her. A small smirk quirked at his lips. Marie hastily looks to her front. A blush already forming at her cheeks from being caught staring.

“Is the box from your family?”

Marie was just a tad bit miffed that Erwin still hasn’t broken a sweat from carrying such a heavy load.

She shook her head good naturedly, “It came from a very sweet old lady from Wall Rose. She’s been my penpal for a few years now. She likes to send me boxes of treats and goodies when she knows I’ll be away from Wall Rose for the summer.” Marie looks up thoughtfully, ”Well, she does like to say that I’m like the daughter she never had. More so now that her sons are away.” She smiled softly. “So I guess it sorta is from family.”

Erwin smiles back at the wistful look in Marie’s hazel eyes, “She sounds wonderful.”

“How about you? Did you have to clean out your admirers’ dozens of love letters from your letter box?” Marie teased. Erwin raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.

“What admirers?”

Marie lightly swatted at Erwin’s arm. He just laughed saying, “If by admirers you mean my mother and my imbecile brother, then yes.”

Marie glanced at Erwin, “You have a brother?” The blonde nodded, “An older one. He just wrote to me that he’ll be visiting back from the Scouting Legion.”

That made Marie’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

‘Erwin Smith training in the Cadet Corps, now an older brother in the Scouting Legion? The Smiths clearly don’t need to pursue a military career if they don’t want to. So what are they doing playing soldier?’

It was then that Marie noticed that they’ve arrived at the corner of her apartment block. “We’re here.”

——————————

The apartment was small, but homey. Just enough for one person to stay in. Erwin noticed the small personal effects that littered the space, which spoke about the girl living within it. Little things, like the paint brushes submerged in a jar of water, and the rolled up tubes of paint beside it. As well as a magazine featuring a popular musical that was showing in Wall Rose, sitting on the small kitchen table.

But what really stood out about the apartment was the variety of flowers which ornamented the place. Marie noticed Erwin’s blue eyes taking in all the flora, and briefly waved at the flowers, explaining that she liked to dabble in Ikebana.

Marie takes the magazine off the table and gestures for Erwin to place the box on the kitchen table she just cleared. “Would you like some tea?” Came Marie’s distant voice, already busy pouring warm water into two teacups. “Thank you,” Erwin replies politely as he approaches a nearby window across the kitchen table. A small plot of white and pink carnations at the windowsill has caught Erwin’s attention.

Marie turns to Erwin with the two fragrant cups of tea, only to find him admiring the carnations. She places a teacup in front of him at the window ledge. “My mother was a florist before she had me. So I try to read the botany and floristry books she left behind whenever I can.”

Erwin’s blue eyes look to Marie in disbelief. How could she be so nonchalant at downplaying an obvious skill.

“Try? Marie, they’re lovely.”

Marie blushed at the compliment, not quite sure if he was referring to the flowers or… something else.

The pair stood before the window, gazing into the view outside, as they took a sip of their tea. A comfortable silence enveloping them.

Erwin raised an eyebrow the moment he took a taste of the sweet tea. Marie smiled, “ That’s strawberry tea from the same lady who sent me the box. You like it?” Erwin looks back to the carnations at the windowsill. A softness settling over his features. “ My mother would make these for me back home. It’s my favorite.”

He turns to look at Marie only to find that her smile has turned into laughter. Who would have thought Erwin Smith would have a sweet tooth… or be a Momma’s boy.

Erwin’s lips and brows quirked in amusement. “What?”

“Oh nothing, I just didn’t think you’d be such a momma’s boy!”

Erwin rolled his eyes.

“Hey, if it’s any consolation,” Marie begins, her laughter dying down. “It’s my favorite too,” she winks.

That caught Erwin off guard. He hastily took another sip of his strawberry tea to fight down a blush.

Marie grew quiet and thoughtful.

“I’m sure your mother doesn’t like that fact that you’re out here. Especially with your brother serving the Legion.”

Erwin turned somber. “No. She tries to convince us to leave everytime we visit her.” The blonde felt the woman beside him take a breath, readying herself for the one question which burned at the back of her head.

“Then why don’t you? You’re Erwin Smith! You’re more than capable of excelling in whatever field you put your mind to in Wall Sina. You can be whatever you want. You don’t need to risk your life in the military.” Marie reached out a hand to gently caress the embroidered crossed swords on Erwin’s chest. “So what are you doing here?”

Erwin’s face was a picture of calm. For many people, the Military was a great gamble for survival and security. They would be willing to endure the hardships of Cadet Corps training, risking their lives in the process, if it meant daily meals, a place to sleep, and a chance to enter the Inner Walls if they were good enough to qualify for the Military Police.

Erwin understood Marie’s confusion on why he would willingly choose to pursue a military career. But she seems to have forgotten that some men take the hard path for a purpose.

His blue eyes were distant as he placed his teacup down. “Isn’t the simple wish to serve humanity an acceptable enough reason?”

Marie’s hazel eyes were unconvinced, but she gave a small shrug anyways. “I suppose,” she replied as she sipped her tea.

“How about you?”

Oh no.

Erwin’s gaze turned intense, as he asked her the one question she’s been dreading.

“What are you doing working as a barmaid? Why aren’t you off spending your summer looking for a husband like the rest of the girls at Wall Rose?”

Now Marie set her own cup down. Erwin watched in interest as something steeled and solidified in Marie’s hazel eyes.

“Because I don’t need one.”

Marie closed her eyes and sighed, “Besides, I’m nothing like the Wall Rose girls. I always have to work for what I get. And that includes College. I work during the summer and try to earn enough to pay off what my scholarship doesn’t cover.”

She looked Erwin in the eye. “That’is why I’m working as a barmaid.”

Marie was prepared to find pity in Erwin’s eyes. Instead, she found wonder. His lips slightly parted as he tucked a stray strand of ginger hair behind her ear. He moved closer to her and drew in a breath.

“You’re right. You’re nothing like the girls from Wall Rose,” Erwin’s smooth baritone sent shivers down Marie’s spine.

This close, Marie could feel the warmth radiating from Erwin’s body. She could smell the distinct sandalwood and aftershave that made her head go hazy. She could feel herself drowning in Erwin’s blue eyes again.

“You’re bright and brave. Entirely something else,” Erwin breathed, as he looked intently into the ginger girl’s hazel eyes. Trying to understand just what exactly was making him lean into her.

He was so, so close. She could feel herself getting surrounded by him…

By Erwin.

If she could just…

Stand on her tiptoes.

Marie felt her soft plump lips touch Erwin’s thin ones, and was thrilled to find him avidly returning the kiss. His strong hands immediately went to her waist, as he pulled her even closer. Her own slender hands wrapped themselves around Erwin’s thick neck. Her fingers brushing along the bristles of his undercut.

Marie felt heat pool in her belly, as the large man prodded a wet tongue against her lips. With a soft moan, the woman parted her lips without hesitation and found that Erwin Smith tasted like strawberries and cigarettes.

So Erwin Smith smokes.

She reveled in the fact that she’s just found out that the man smokes from kissing him. But then Marie felt Erwin’s calloused hands gently but firmly push her away.

When Marie opened her heavy-lidded eyes, she was met with cool and unfathomable blue eyes. The memory of Erwin pressing Elena up against a wall at the bar came rushing back to her. How he was so clearly delighted from taking her pleasure.

Her hands suddenly felt cold as she quickly stepped back as if she’d been burned. Marie stuttered out an apology, already hating herself for acting like a desperate girl. She’s really done it this time.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched her fists. Panic bubbled up her throat.

What was she thinking? Erwin’s only ever liked brunettes. What makes her think he’ll want her over Elena?

“What? No, Marie it’s not that.” The reply of Erwin’s smooth baritone made Marie realize that she’s said her thoughts out loud. Erwin nudges her chin to look up at him.

When Marie opened her glassy hazel eyes again, as if a switch flipped in Erwin, she saw a rather amused look on his face, a small dimple showing on his cheek. “You see, I wouldn’t be a very good wingman if I start kissing you now.”

Marie blinked. “What?”

Erwin stopped the urge to kiss her adorable freckled face again.

“My best friend wants to court you, Marie.”

“Oh.”

Along with that realization, Marie recognized Erwin’s efforts to try and diffuse the situation. Marie started shaking her head in laughter, the awkwardness and embarrassment of the moment finally melting away.

“And you’re going to help him with that?” Marie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she leant back. Erwin gave her a dimpled, boyish grin. “ Can you blame me? The guy promised me a bottle of Ragako Brandy for it. So you better say yes to him!”

“W o w”

Erwin and Marie laughed together. The morning light that bounced brightly against Marie’s ginger curls made the laughing, freckled girl look absolutely radiant.

‘Sweet Sina, now I really want to kiss her again,’ Erwin thought as he added,

“So get ready to see more of our faces at the Territory.”

Marie mockingly rolled her eyes in response.

“Oh Goddess.”

It was then that Marie decided that she quite liked Erwin like this— carefree and playful.

——————————

When Erwin left her little floral apartment, Marie immediately sat down and wrote a letter to Agatha about the charming young soldier who just helped her carry the box the old lady sent. Marie couldn’t help the way the butterflies in her belly fluttered about at the thought. Nor did she notice it.

Two days later, when Marie stepped out of her apartment to finally send her reply to Agatha, she was surprised to find a small white envelope fluttering down from her door jamb.

She picked it up and found her name written on it with an elegant flourish. She excitedly opened the envelope in curiosity and read the elegantly written letter.

Marie smiled.

A/N: Ikebana is the Japanese art of flower arrangement.

*winkwink* to those who have figured *it* out by now hihihi

I’ll see you lovelies again soon, and as always, stay safe, healthy, AND WASH YOUR HANDS!

3 notes · View notes

fanfoolishness · 4 years

Text

Together Forever reaction post

Hooo boy. These were... a doozy of a pair.

Connie really is going to become the president, isn’t she?

The way Steven turns off the happiness with Connie instantly when she hangs up

My heart.

He’s pink again -- fear, fear, fear.

I WANT TO SKETCH NATURE AND ANIMALS

Ruby is the best!

Except when she gives terrible, terrible advice

Steven is so much taller than Ruby and Sapphire now!

Steven, you don’t have to stay in Beach City

That was a beautiful little moment!

Don’t say you haven’t thought about it!

*laugh* Of course I have.

Of course he has!!! That is so sweet and still age-appropriate to just be thinking about it--

So the proposal badge has a pink person proposing to a brown person, how ridiculous!!

Also I love that Ruby just HAD THAT???

I love that this episode really brought out some of Ruby and Sapphire’s individual characteristics. Garnet would never be quite this lighthearted and badge oriented, but Ruby is.

We got the most star-eyes of all star-eyes in this episode, between Steven’s pulsing star eyes and Ruby’s golden ones (LIKE A SHERIFF)

I really enjoy the explanation that Future Vision is a really intense and instinctual and nearly instantaneous sort of math!

I love that Sapphire is cool... but also ridiculous

And her little fist raise!

He really is Steven Quartz Cutie-Pie DeMayo Diamond Universe!

When do you think he added the Diamond?

Cracking the glowstick!

Checking out his own bum in the mirror!

sooooooo cute

it’s a good bum, you should be proud, my son

Did y’all notice how none of the townspeople but Nanefua were the same old boardies? Beach City is changing, and doing so without Steven.

Their fooooootsteps

Steven falling over on his bike in the sand

I love how round he is, awww

Connie is SWOOOOOONING

If you’d just kissed her then! or just said you want to be with her forever but like as not-official-commitment thing!!! it would have been perfect poor boy!!!!!

she loves you! it’s obvious!

you don’t have to DO THISSSSS

All the commentary I’ve seen about this song being Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart with a side of self-loathing is true... it’s beautiful if coming from someone mentally healthy, deeply concerning since we know what Steven has been going through lately.

That said, if my husband did something like this to me I might die from squeeing XD

He’s so excited for his plan I just can’t

she is so smitten

looking at all those times she brushes her hair away and just gaaaazes at him

and then

the horror

poor Connie!!!!

maybe we should talk about this DEFINITELY

you guys ARE really young!!!

Yes! I want to be Stevonnie with you but also my own person -- just so beautiful. Connie has always seemed too independent to want to be a permafusion. And she should be!

But Steven... he’s so uncertain of himself, so falling-out-of-love with himself....

my heart just breaks. it breaks a thousand times over.

Also dammit you guys, being sure you’re spending the rest of your lives together and not even a smooth

I mean maybe they’re ace? but I haven’t seen much to support that either way

but come on... smooooooochies

Garnet foresaw them!!!!

I am starting to feel like we will never get a Connverse kiss now lol.

The way Connie has to climb over the obstacle course of Steven’s broken dreams breaks my heart AGAIN.

I love this side of Connie so much. She loves Steven. Loves him to pieces. Wants to be her own person. Knows how to manage priorities, people over school. She wants to show him that this mistake doesn’t ruin things. She is so worried right now in the face of his blithe coverup and I just love how fierce she is, always, in all things.

And then... Steven just lets himself fall. Goes pink. The blast -- you know he heard the guitar strings break, you know he knows it’s all ruined. And he doesn’t even look.

They really knocked it out of the park with the mood and the backgrounds on this one. The little lingers on the waves just give space for the sadness to creep in.

He’s... been crying... for like an hour... I can’t

I’ve seen a lot of people hating Garnet for this, but I don’t hate her. Was it a bad, bad idea to encourage Steven to do something that would fail? Probably. Though maybe it will help him later in moving forward for help. I don’t know. The ethics of Future Vision have always been troubling if you look too hard at it.

Perhaps Garnet feels Steven has taught her a lesson in trying to intervene. He had bad reactions in Future Vision and Steven’s Dream. Perhaps this feels like the least damaging way for things to play out. Maybe it would have been worse if Steven thought Garnet would tell him “I told you so” at the end of it all.

y’all I love her hand on his shoulder. I love it. I’ll die for it.

And this. Such a profoundly good Steven face. I can’t.

Garnet’s advice is so good NOW... why wouldn’t this have worked earlier!!!!

and Steven’s stress eating begins.

No more “too sweet for me.”

No more attempts at trying to be healthy and adult with his food.

Just fuck it, get the cake in my fucking mouth.

Steven, I know. I know. <3

So much happening here. It’s not the plot point I would ever have guessed on my own -- though, thanks for the people who didn’t tag the leak on this one, grrrr --- but the way it was done was the only way it could have gone well. Connie absolutely would never say yes to a proposal at this age. Steven would never be a dick incel who blames Connie for saying no in a kind and hopeful way that makes it clear she still loves him and wants to be with him. But it’s a wound, a terrible terrible wound, a humiliating one tied up with disappointment and fear and desperation and self-loathing (I’d rather be me with you, because I don’t want to be me at all). What normal person would make such a big mistake? Steven must wonder. And as we see in Growing Pains, this is not something Steven can just brush off.

#steven universe future #suf #steven universe spoilers #suf spoilers #steven universe future spoilers #together forever

75 notes · View notes

scatteredstoryteller · 5 years

Text

Just some thoughts

I’m going to take a moment to type something up OOC here. Going to be honest, it includes some trigger warnings so it will all be below the read more for those who don’t want to read about it.

Today I had a thought, well... Actually just a few minutes ago.

Right now, I am happier than I have ever been.

It honestly struck me as an odd thought. Have I really never been this happy before? Right now, in this moment... Have I never felt anything like it before?

I can honestly say, no.

I want to say this last year has been a journey, but really it’s been just over a year now.

To those who don’t know me, or don’t know a lot about me... I will admit honestly, I have had suicidal thoughts. There have been things in my past that are incredibly dark, and coupled with a crippling social anxiety that I’ve had since I was a child. Life has not been the kindest to me, but I also recognise it has not been the cruellest either. As a person, I know also I have not handled it the best I could have.

I mean, I went on a completely self destructive spiral. Every day I would wake up in the morning with existential dread at having to go to work. Hit snooze on my alarm until I was about to be late for work and then dash in when my anxiety was about to burst because I was about to be late. (Anxiety logic... Don’t want to do the thing because it’s the worst thing in the world, up until being late for the thing is the worst thing in the world?) The work itself wasn’t bad honestly, but I had to deal with a lot of people and the anxiety gremlins in my head blew it out of proportion constantly. (They still do if I’m being honest - I just recognise it better and cope with it better now). I would go home, every day, thinking of tying a noose and hanging myself just so I wouldn’t have to go back and do it again. I also did some really stupid things, luckily... Mostly to myself.

I can pinpoint in May last year was particularly bad - as through circumstances I lost someone very dear to me for a few months (not death, just we couldn’t be in contact for a while). They were honestly my lifeline for a little bit, helping me work through my suicidal thoughts, my anxiety and when I felt like cutting myself they were incredibly supportive and helped me through so I didn’t actually go through with it. When circumstances took them away from me for that period of time, I had to learn to cope by myself and to me, that seemed like an impossible mountain to climb.

Then I realised... I don’t have to do it alone.

I reached out to old friends who I hadn’t spoken to in forever. People I knew had always had my back but I was too anxious to get back in touch with them before. I mean, what if they forgot about me? What if things have changed? What if they secretly hated me and are glad I was gone??? What if, what if, what if?!?!?! (Anxiety gremlins, grrrr. You’re the reason we even lost touch in the first place, get out of my head already!!!)

Not only did they welcome me back with open arms, but I started to recognise things about myself. I started to separate myself from the anxiety from the first time in my life. I mean, when it’s always been a part of you it’s easy to add it to your identity, and it still is part of my identity somewhat, but... I can recognise the thoughts produced by it now. I can cope with things I was never able to cope with before - like talking to people over voice chat was impossible for me before and now I can do it!

There have been so many positive things, and negative things but right now I am in a place where I can cope with things I was never able to before. I started taking strides towards recovering my physical health, by getting a surgery I really should have gotten a few years ago. I got fired from my job (but I kind of count that as a positive because I can really focus on my health right now and also... yeah the whole it making me suicidal stuff? Pretty sure I’m better off without that job!). I have made a whole host of new friends, that I actually spoke to first in a few cases! (Take that anxiety! Though I’m still working on this!) I made this tumblr and started actually posting things on it! (Whaaaat? Posting things publicly?!) I have even been coping better with the negative things in life... For example, my uncle died a couple months ago... To be honest, that was hard. It’s the first time that someone really close to me has died. For the first time in my life, I cried in front of strangers. Then I had to stand in the receiving line and I got hugged by like 100 people... But... While usually being hugged by like 100 people (most of whom I have no idea who they are) is one of the things that would set of my anxiety... I was fine.

There’s a lot of reasons why I have come this far, and I know a lot of it has been self improvement on my part. I know I still have a long way to go to, hopefully, get some of the anxiety gremlins more out of my head (though I doubt they’ll ever be fully gone) and I know there are times where I’m going to feel depressed again... But now, I have tools to cope with it.

My friends, my partner, my family... They have all been absolutely amazing and there are more people that have helped me through this than I could list. I really do hope they know who they are. Some of them have helped more than they will ever know without even realising it and I’m forever grateful to those who have stuck by me through the good and the bad, and I hope I will be able to talk more with them! I will do my best to keep reaching out, though at times the gremlins will stop me, or life being busy in general... (I hope to make more new friends too, if I can get past the gremlin barrier!)

To those friends who have stuck by me, and to those I have in future: Thank you. All of you. You amazing and special people. I can never say thank you enough or let you know just how much I care about all of you. (Goddamnit I will give you all the squishiest of hugs if I can! I don’t care if the gremlins don’t like it D<)

To finish off something that became a lot longer than I thought it would... I’m sure there will be ups and downs coming... For the first time in my life though? I’m looking forward to the future.

#tw; suicidal thoughts #tw; self harm #tw; anxiety #tw; death #but also #positivity #turning things around #a thank you #an outlet #a rant?#proud of my progress #long post

2 notes · View notes

tokutenshi · 6 years

Text

Friendship

An excerpt from my Origins fic where little kid Kaedence Cousland and Alistair have some fun at Redcliffe Castle. posting for Alistair appreciation week day 5, friendship.

Kaedence gave her a wide grin before rushing off to find her father. When she did, her parents were speaking with another couple while Nathaniel and Fergus leaned against a wall and chatted lightly. “Father! The arlessa has mabari puppies! Can I go see them?”

Bryce looked down at the eager excitement in his daughter's eyes. “Well, I suppose if Fergus goes with you-”

“Absolutely not!” Eleanor cut in.

“Dear...”

“The messy kennels are no place for a young lady,” the teryna explained. “Just stay here and play with Delilah some more.”

Kaedence pouted and walked away. She really hated being a girl sometimes – boys got to do everything! She stilled as an idea slowly began to take shape. If girls weren't allowed in the kennels, then she would just have to be a boy. She snickered quietly and slipped out of the main hall to an empty corridor. After checking that no one was coming, she took the dagger from her waist and grabbed hold of a pigtail. She cut the styled locks off, then repeated for the other side and shook her hair loose from the ribbons. Kaedence pulled off her detailed jumper and awkwardly cut her dress past her hips, exposing the leggings and boots she'd snuck on before leaving Highever. She never liked feeling exposed in billowy skirts. So drafty...

She stashed the mess she'd made in a corner and made her way out the door. The guards stationed there gave her an odd look, but said nothing as she dashed down the stairs and went around the yard. She just wanted to see the puppies, maybe play with them a little, and then she would put the jumper back on and fix her... She stilled and realized there wasn't a way to fix her hair and would definitely get in at least a little trouble. Well, she was disobeying her parents by doing this, but she really wanted to see the puppies.

After wandering around for a while and checking several doors, Kaedence was beginning to think she'd been tricked and there were no kennels. If that were true, she'd take back all the nice things she said to Lady Isolde. Lying to children was against the rules. Fearing that asking an adult would only get her brought back to her parents, Kaedence sought out someone closer to her age. She managed to find one in the stables poking a pile of hay absentmindedly with a pitchfork. He was a bit older, but didn't really seem busy.

She took a steadying breath and hoped her alterations to her hair and clothes would work. “You there, fellow boy,” she called out from the other side of the stable's gate. He turned around and raised a brow. “Do you know how to get to the kennels? I've been walking in circles...”

The boy continued to eye her curiously and for a moment Kaedence thought she'd been caught. “Yeah, through that door.” The boy pointed behind him. “Then you take two lefts and a...” He paused. “Or was it one left?” He stabbed the pitchfork in the hay, leaving it standing straight up so he could fold his arms in thought. “Let's see, if you are coming at it from this side, its...” He laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. “Tell you what, how about I just take you. I'm not the best with giving directions.”

“If you don't remember well enough to tell me, how can you take me?” Kaedence frowned in confusion as the boy walked out of the stables and latched the gate behind himself.

“Muscle memory, fellow boy,” he explained with a grin. “Like how you can lace your boots without thinking about it and just look down and, whoa, laced boots.”

Kaedence hummed thoughtfully and followed the boy as they moved across the yard to the door he'd pointed at. As it turned out, there were right turns and a set of stairs he'd completely forgotten about between them and the kennels, but after a little while the pair made it to their goal. Kaedence rushed forward to the large cage, disappointed to find the sleeping puppies and mother secured away from her. She stretched her arm through the bars and tried to touch one, making all sorts of awkward grunts and whimpers. The boy began laughing at her efforts and she turned around to level a mild glare. “What?”

“You're a bit strange,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and?” This was nowhere near the first time she'd heard this news.

“Strange is fun.” The boy sat on the ground beside her and looked at the little dogs. “Why are you so determined to play with them? They're little more than lumpy skin with ears at this point.”

“Because mabari bind with only one master and follow them everywhere.” Kaedence looked longingly at the litter. “I've seen a few when people visit father – they get so big! I think I could ride a full grown one.”

“Oh, there's an image.” The boy tilted his head. “Do they make mabari saddles?”

“They must. I can't be the first person to think this...” Another thought struck her suddenly. “So who names them? The kennel master? The Arl?”

“You know, I'm not sure.” He folded his arms.

Kaedence hummed quietly as she stared at the dogs. “Arl Howl.”

“What?” The boy turned to her.

“That would be a good name, I think.”

He grinned and turned back to the animals. “Bann Fleagan.”

“Arl Barkland,” she added.

“Teryn Mac Grrrr.” He elbowed her and she began to giggle.

“Arl Woof,” Kaedence managed to get out before the laughter completely overtook her and she fell to her side.

The boy laughed himself. “I knew there had to be a reason to study Fereldan nobility.”

“Yes, those dumb lessons have finally done some good.” She picked herself off the floor and wiped at her eyes. She'd told herself that after looking at the puppies she'd go back to her parents, but the main hall was so boring and this boy was funny. While she hadn't interacted with many boys, those she had met were either whiny or snobby and just an all around pain. “Why aren't more boys fun like you?”

He reached out and punched her arm lightly. “Don't go selling yourself short there, you're pretty fun.”

Right. She was a boy. Maybe the other children she'd met acted the way they did because she was a girl. Would this boy act different if he knew? “Well, I can't play by myself all the time and my brother is too old to have fun with. I'm a bother to him.” She had tried to sound annoyed, but from the way the boy looked at her she knew it didn't work. Kaedence looked down and tugged at the fraying edge of her former dress, trying desperately to to keep her sadness away.

“Do you still have some time?” The boy climbed to his feet and offered her a hand. “I know where we can find a really, really big cat.” She stared at him and nodded, letting him help her up. “Great!” He smiled widely and pulled her along through the lower levels, ending up outside behind the stables. The boy dropped her hand and turned to face her, making a shushing motion before quietly creeping to the corner of the building. Kaedence followed him silently, her light footfalls being a small point of pride which enabled her to sneak extra snacks from the kitchen under Nan's nose.

The boy pointed to a large cat stalking an unsuspecting pigeon. For such a big animal, it moved with a surprising amount of stealth. “He's got to be part cougar or something...” Kaedence breathed in awe as they watched.

“Dire cat,” the boy corrected.

“That's not a thing... is it?”

“Definitely. Just look at him!” He whispered harshly.

The cat drew closer to the bird, bending low and readying to pounce.

“Wait... is he going to attack that pigeon?”

The boy turned to her with a smirk. “He's going to swallow it.”

Kaedence dropped her mouth in disbelief. “You're having me on. There's no way.”

To her surprise, the cat jumped on its prey and managed to do just that, taking the entire bird into its mouth and gulping the feathered creature down in one swift motion. The boy laughed at the look of utter horror on her face. “See? I told you.”

“Di... did he unhinge his jaw?!” Kaedence watched, mortified, as the cat calmly licked its paws and settled down in the sun.

“Like I said, dire cat.” The boy sat down on a nearby crate and held out his hands. “You see, Ferelden's Circle of Magi lies on the other side of Lake Calenhad and the mages do all sorts of weird experiments on animals, pulling beasts from the Fade and twisting them into grotesque creatures! This cat was one of their earlier creations, but he escaped and swam all the way here to be free of the torture they subjected him to. Who knows what could emerge from the lake next? A fire-breathing bunny? A half-fish, half-goat monstrosity? Maker help us if they ever figure out how to put wings on cows!”

Kaedence frowned suddenly and folded her arms. “I believed you for a minuet there. I was actually terrified of Redcliffe.”

The boy grinned sheepishly at her disapproval. “Sorry, guess the joke got a little out of hand. But Redcliffe ispretty scary, now that Lady Isolde is here.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “The arlessa? She's not scary. She's pretty and nice.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes. “To you, maybe, but she hates me.”

“Who could hate you?”

Again, he snorted. “Lots of people, apparently.”

That didn't seem possible. “Well, I like you.” Kaedence felt a strange tightness in her chest as she said the words and could suddenly no longer hold the boy's gaze. The new sensation scared her and she wasn't entirely sure what had caused it.

“One down, an entire castle to go,” the boy sighed and leaned back on the crate, staring up at the cloudy sky.

“Do they know how funny you are?” She said after the tightness had faded. “If they're laughing, they can't be hating. Its a rule.”

The boy looked down at her curiously. “A rule? Whose rule?”

“My rule.” Kaedence climbed up on the wooden box and sat beside the boy. “I have a people code. Its how you can tell good people from bad ones.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “And how's that worked out for you so far?”

She smiled. “Pretty good, I'd say. For example, you're funny, so that means you're a good person. Mean people can't make others laugh, but for some reason they often find themselves hilarious.”

The boy hummed in thought. “Think I know a person or two like that. Ahern is always-” He stopped suddenly, frozen in horror. “I was supposed to have the horses brushed and fed by now. Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot!” He slid off the crate and rushed around the building, hopping over the latched gate and scrambling to grab a brush. Several other tools were knocked to the ground in his haste and the boy cursed quietly as he tried to pick them all back up.

“You made this look so easy,” Kaedence grumbled, trying to pull herself over the low fencing. She flipped suddenly and hit the dirt with a startled shriek, one boot caught awkwardly between the posts. She tried to kick it free, but found it to be firmly wedged and painfully twisted. If Fergus was there, he would surely laugh at the strange position she'd landed in for several minuets and never let her live it down.

“Hey, hang on,” the boy called out, dropping the tools back to the ground and moving over to help. He inspected the situation and tried to pry her foot loose from a few different angles, each attempt drawing a different muffled squeak of discomfort from the girl. The boy frowned and unlaced the boot, shaking his head. “I don't like those sounds you're making.”

“Well they aren't intentional,” Kaedence groaned as she looked up at the boy standing over her. “I just wanted to help you with your work, since I'm the one who made you leave in the first place.”

“And a fine job you've done at that,” he sighed and grabbed her under the arms. “Brace yourself, this won't tickle.” He pulled her back as quickly as he could, yanking her foot free of her boot and the wooden posts. Kaedence bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn't prevent her eyes from watering at the pain. “Alright, let's have a look.” The boy squeezed along her foot and ankle, frowning further as she whimpered at the pressure. “That's not good.”

“Is it broken?” Kaedence asked fearfully, her hopes of slipping quietly back into the main hall unnoticed completely dashed.

“No, but it'll need to be wrapped,” he sighed as he stood. “Stay put, I'll be right back.”

Kaedence lay on her back in the dirt, blowing at the choppy hair in her face as she stared at the planked ceiling of the stables. None of this would have happened if her mother had just agreed to let her see the puppies or if Delilah wasn't so mean or if she wasn't dragged to Redcliffe in the first place. Nothing good ever happened when she had to follow other people's rules, that's why she made so many of her own.

The boy returned and plopped down with a roll of linen in his hands. “Lucky for you I'm rather accident prone myself, so I've had a lot of practice with this sort of thing.” He wrapped her ankle, focusing on making the linen snug and secure, but not too tight as to cut off circulation. When he finished, he leaned over and tugged her boot free of the fencing. The boy carefully slipped the boot back on and laced it up, patting the foot once he finished. “Let's see if that did it.” He stood up and took both her hands, pulling her to her feet.

There was a mild throbbing and she wasn't going to be jumping around anytime soon, but Kaedence could put weight on the foot easily enough. She looked up at the boy sheepishly, embarrassed for the entire thing. “Thank you...”

“Hey, what are friends for?” The boy grinned widely and Kaedence felt her face heat. He bent down and picked up two brushes. “Did you still want to help?”

“Y-yes.” Kaedence awkwardly accepted the offered brush and did her best to follow the boy's instructions on the proper grooming techniques, needing to stand on a low stool to reach the top of the mounts.

“No, you got to do it harder, firmer strokes, or else you don't actually get them clean.” The boy grabbed her hand and moved the brush a few times down the side of the horse. “Like that, see?”

“O-okay. Sorry.” She pulled her hand free and focused on the animal's flank.

“Don't sweat it. Took me time to get the hang of it myself, but now I'm a master.” He grinned and flipped the brush in his hand.

“Don't be getting all smug on me now,” Kaedence sighed, shaking the awkward feeling away again. “If you start boasting too much, I'll have to dislike you.”

The boy chuckled. “Is that another rule?”

She turned to him with a grin, but dropped both it and the brush as she locked eyes with Fergus on the other side of the gate. “Uh oh...”

“Uh oh is right, little brother,” Fergus growled in annoyance, storming into the stables and grabbing her wrist. “After finding that little stash of yours, I've been looking everywhere for you!” The teen pulled her from the stool and dragged her out the gate.

“Fergus, wait!” Kaedence looked over her shoulder desperately at the boy, the first person she could truly call friend.

“You are in so much trouble. Mother will have an absolute conniption when she sees you.” Fergus increased his pace, tugging the girl behind him. “And don't you dare try and get me in trouble for this too. This was all you.”

“But I-” she tried to explain what she knew to be weak reasoning, but her brother was moving too quickly to properly keep up and her sore ankle twisted under her after a particularly hard step. She fell to the ground with a muffled cry, feeling the pain shoot up her leg all over again.

Fergus turned around with a firm frown, but quickly replaced it with concern as he took in the sight of his sister gripping her ankle and fighting back tears. “Are you okay? I didn't think you tripped that hard.”

She shook her head and met his eyes. “I hurt it earlier. That boy wrapped it for me, but you're too fast.”

He looked back at the stables to see the other kid leaning over the fencing, as if on his way over to help. Fergus raised his hand and the boy stopped. “Looks like you will be able to get me in trouble for something after all,” he sighed remorsefully. The teen scooped up his sister, ignoring her embarrassed squeaks of protest, and carried her inside. Kaedence watched the boy from over her brother's shoulder until the doors blocked him from view.

Fergus set her down on a bench in the corridor, removing her boot to get a look at the injury. “That's pretty swollen... You should stay off it for a while.” He sighed heavily and brought Kaedence her jumper. “Stay put. I'll go get Mother and Father.” He took a steadying breath and walked back into the main hall.

Kaedence looked down at the clean dress, knowing she was in a great deal of trouble. Seeing the puppies had been fun, but definitely not worth the punishment she would receive. On the other hand, by running off, she had made a friend. A small blush crept onto her dirty cheeks. Meeting him had been worth it.

Read the rest of it here: The Duty That Can Not Be Forsworn

#Alistair appreciation week #day 5 #alistair theirin #Kaedence Cousland #kiddy kae #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #kiddos #childhood crushes #but like #she doesn't understand #mabari #dog puns

28 notes · View notes

smilingformoney · 6 years

Text

Endless Summer 3 Diamond Scene: Spend the Sunset with Jake

-If you’re dating Jake

You slip behind Jake and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your lips against his neck. Jake: Hello to you too, Princess/Boy Scout. You: So, there’s this secluded hilltop over there, and a gorgeous sunset. I was wondering if you wanted to join me. Jake: Is, uh, clothing optional? You: It could be. Jake tilts his head to brush his lips inches from yours. Jake: After you. You take his hand in yours, and together, you make your way up the hill. You hike your way up the hill. As you approach a sharp incline, Jake leaps it deftly, before offering you his hand with a playful smile. Jake: Remember the last time we went hiking together? You: That feels like forever ago… Jake: Time’s so weird on this island, maybe it was. You: I’m glad there’s no rock climbing on this one, though. I have a feeling we’ll need our energy for the top. You pull yourself up by Jake’s grip and shoot him a wink.

-If you’re not dating Jake

You walk up to Jake with a sheepish grin on your face. Jake: Sunset’s a good colour on you, Princess/Boy Scout. You: About that… You step a little closer and run a fingertip lightly across the back of his hand. You: There’s this secluded hilltop over there, which has, uh, a great view. Do you want to go… look at it with me? Jake: I’m right behind you. You begin walking up the hill. Jake waits for you to get a step or two ahead, before following suit.

You finally reach the top, and immediately go breathless. You: Oh my god… The sky, an endless palette of pastel pink, orange, and purple, swirls dramatically around the sinking sun. The sea glistens in the bath of light, the water a dark and sultry contrast to the colours reflected on its surface. You: I’ve never seen something more beautiful in my life. Jake: I was just thinking the same thing. You turn to look at Jake and realise he’s been staring at you this whole time. He steps a little closer, watching how the sunset reflects across your eyes.

You: … -I’d look better kissing you. Jake +1

You: I mean, you’ve seen yourself, right? Jake’s smile widens, stepping a bit closer. Jake: What’s a pair of good-looking people on a romantic sunlit cliff to do? You: I have a few ideas. You close the distance, pressing your lips to his. He kisses back eagerly, hands slipping around your waist to explore your body. Quickly, his lips fill with urgency as his arms pull you close. He slowly begins to trail kisses down your face and neck. You: Jake… Jake pulls back up to knock his forehead against yours. His hands tug gently at the hem of your shirt. Jake: Princess/Boy Scout, do you want to…

You: … -Yes. Right now. Jake +1

Jake: Good. With his arms wrapped around you, Jake tumbles to the grass and pulls you down with him. Bodies firmly pressed together, you pull the clothes off of him as fast as your hands can move. He removes your shirt quickly, bare chest pressing to bare chest. Your hands fumble at his belt. Jake: In a rush there, Princess/Boy Scout? You: Are you asking me to slow down? Jake: Not at all. You lie down with Jake, stretching in the sunlight as a sea breeze wafts over you. When you look down, you find him transfixed. The sherbet colours of the sinking sun have painted themselves across your each and every curve. You smile and see his expression melt in response. Jake: Taylor… Jake’s hands run over your hips, staring up at you as you begin to move up and down. As you find your rhythm together, you feel your body tense with pleasure. Jake’s eyes roll back as he loses himself in the sensation. Jake: Oh, Taylor… Jake rolls on top of you, your legs leaning against his chest. He moves faster against you. The darkening orange glow highlights his chiselled figure as you move together, your fists gripping the grass below you tight. You: Don’t stop! Don’t– ahhhh! Your bodies quiver together, cries echoing down the cliff face and out to sea. Satisfied and sweaty, Jake returns to your side, nuzzling close to you on the grass.

-This is enough for me. Jake +1

Jake: Then we’ll just stay right here. The sherbet colours of the sinking sun paint themselves across Jake’s face, his light blue eyes reflecting amber hues. You tumble into the grass, bodies pressed tight together as your lips dance in the twilight… When you finally do part, you’re laying beside one another in the grass.

As you catch your breath, a breeze blows by, causing you to shiver a little. Jake smiles faintly, grabs his jacket, and wraps it around you like a blanket.

-That was corny as hell. Jake +1

Jake: You saying you don’t like corn, Princess/Boy Scout? Jake backs away as you playfully bat his arm, his blue eyes standing out against the orange and pink hues on his face. You: …It’s like when those ridiculous action movies try to shove a romance plot in at the end. Jake: Hey, action movies are awesome!

You: … -I like them too!

Jake: You serious? You: Diego puts on Die Hard every Christmas. You could say I was indoctrinated. Jake: So Pop Culture Petey has some taste after all! You both laugh. As the wind picks up, you sit down in the grass. Jake: What do you like about them?

You: … -The protagonists.

You: Protagonists in action movies always manage to keep it together even when the world around them is falling apart. Jake: That must be why I like you. You: Huh? Jake: I feel like you just described yourself there, Princess/Boy Scout. You shove his shoulder as the two of you start laughing. You: Flatterer. A comfortable silence sits between you as you watch the sun slowly sink into the sea.

-The explosions.

Jake: That’s certainly a perk. But I watch it for the badasses. Jake: If only doing the right thing were as easy as they make it look. You: So you learned all your moves from Bruce Willis? Jake: Hey, I’m an original! I didn’t copy anyone. You: Whatever you want to tell yourself. You chuckle at one another before your eyes return to the sunset.

-How can you watch them?!

Jake: Uh, how can you not watch them? You: The plots make no sense, the dialog is cheesy– Jake: Right, right, I get that. But you think that’s bad? You: I blame Diego a little bit. He would play Die Hard in the dorms constantly during Christmas time. Jake: Well, at least Pop Culture Petey has some taste. You: Ouch! I see how it is. Jake: Fine, I’ll play ball. What do you hate about them?

You: … -The protagonists.

You: Their only emotional states are ‘Tough Guy’ and ‘Angry Tough Guy.’ Jake: But that’s the point! They have to put their feelings aside to protect the ones they love. You: I guess I didn’t realise you could do that by scowling constantly. Jake: Oh, yeah. You should try it some time! You: How’s this? Grrrr. Jake tries to hold himself together, but can’t help laughing at you. You laugh helplessly with him. After a comfortable silence, you both stare out at the sinking sun.

-The explosions.

Jake: But they’re so cool! You: They’re just overdone. It’s hard to appreciate them when they’re just popping off constantly. Jake: I don’t think you’re watching the right movies. You: Don’t let Diego hear you say that… You share a laugh before slipping into comfortable silence, watching the sun sink below the sea.

You: So, how ‘bout that sunset, huh? Jake: It’s pretty great, Princess/Boy Scout. Jake: But it’s great because I get to share it with you. You: What can I say? I have a great copilot. Really makes a difference. At the word ‘copilot,’ Jake’s gaze becomes distant. He seems to look through you rather than at you. You: …Jake? You okay? Jake: We should, uh… We should go back. You: Wait, what?! Jake: Don’t wanna climb down in the dark, right? He starts to get up, but you catch his arm in your hand.

You: Jake… -Talk to me!

You: You’re not telling me what’s wrong. Jake: Nope. Was hoping to avoid that. You: Don’t you trust me, Jake? What’s going on? He looks into your eyes. At first, you see only a glazed over expression…

-Let me help you.

You: I can’t help you work through whatever’s going on if you don’t talk to me. Your grip tightens on his arm. He looks into your eyes. At first, you only see a glazed over expression…

…until pain and guilt crack through. Jake: Because I’m not good to my copilots, alright?! Jake: Everyone I care about’s been hurt because of me. Whether I run or fight, something happens, and I… He trails off and exhales hard. His eyes search the violet horizon as if it had answers he desperately needed.

-If you’re dating Jake

Jake: …I love you so much, Taylor. I want to give you the best life I can.

-If you’re not dating Jake

Jake: I care about you, Taylor. About what we could become.

Jake: But when I think of everything I’ve had to do to survive the last few years, I just– Jake pulls his arms up, hands fidgeting in his hair nervously. Jake: You don’t deserve to deal with that. To deal with me. His head sinks to stare at his feet, expression despondent. You approach him and put a hand on his shoulder. You: Hey. I think I get to decide what I deserve. Jake’s eyes snap up, unsure. You: We’ve been through more together than anyone else in this world could understand. By all accounts, we should be dead, or insane, or both. You: But whenever things got tough, you were there. When I didn’t know what to do, you did. You: Given all we’re facing, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to have by my side right now. After a long silence, a small, but genuine smile curves on Jake’s lips.

-If you’re dating Jake Jake +2

His arms pull you close and he kisses you gratefully, hands slowly massaging against your waist.

-If you’re not dating Jake Jake +2

He pulls you into a tight hug. When the two of you finally part, he looks you up and down before offering a surprised smile.

Do you want to start dating Jake? -Yes. -Not now.

Jake: You’re something else, you know that? You: I try. The sun, having finally disappeared behind the horizon, has quickly given way to night. You: We should probably join the others. We’ll be leaving for the ship soon. Jake: Yeah, don’t want Blondbeard getting his panties in a twist. You start to walk down together, before Jake pauses. Jake: Hey, Taylor… Thanks. I mean it. You: Anytime, Jake. I mean it. Jake laughs and nudges you playfully as you descend from the hill.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices es #choices endless summer #endless summer

5 notes · View notes