#hector can finally move on with his life

[crazykitsch]

heyy babe! just had a thought abt marc and reader being in the same friend group and they have a friends with benefits thing going and at a party some guy is flirting with her and he gets jealous and there’s an angsty confession🫣

Marc Guiu : killin’ me good

pairing: marc guiu x reader

warnings: none(?) apart from my terrible writing

❝I think of you more than I should, I die when you give me that look. You’re killin’ me, killin’ me good.❞

Recently my .. friend I guess? Well, Marc has been gaining quite a lot of attention from the media. What nobody knows though, is that me and him kind of have a thing going on. I mean we’re definitely not official, it’s more a friends with benefits kind of thing.

It started with one kiss, and then one more came and more and more and we kind of started acting like a couple when no one’s around but then again also not?? Really confusing, I know.

One big thing about being friends with benefits is obviously to not catch feelings. Failed. Can you blame me though? He’s fine, tall, sweet and I can go on for an hour. I don’t think he likes me like that though, im not really a special girl or anything to be honest.

~

GROUPCHAT: la masia 💙❤️ + y/n & liz😒

lamain hoe:

are we still all going to mateo’s party tonight ??

pau cubarsi:

depends if youre all going

liz gf mwah 💋:

im going if y/n’s going 🤷‍♀️

hector 👎:

same thing for marc

y/n:

im coming for liz ❤️❤️

liz gf mwah 💋:

love you bae

marc 🫶:

hi

hector next time i see you i’ll hit you and drag you to the ground

but yes im coming too

lamain hoe:

didnt need to know all that but okay! i’ll see all of you then ig ??

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PRIVATE CHAT: liz gf mwah 💋 & y/n bae 🎀

y/n bae 🎀:

kill me 🙏🙏🙏🙏

liz gf mwah 💋:

oh

no hi

no good evening

but alright!

want me to get you a therapist?

y/n bae 🎀:

my life is too complicated for a therapist to handle

friends with benefits is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done oh my god how did i fall for him

liz gf mwah 💋:

OOOOOOOOOH

YOU LIKE MARC?!??!?,?

y/n bae 🎀

STOP.

i dont know what to do ☹️

and that party tonight ????should i talk to other guys??? or is that weird???? and would he want to talk to other girls????

i guess theres only one solution: moving to a another country 🎀💌🩷🦢

liz gf mwah 💋:

i mean if you want to talk to other guys you should do it, you could try to get over him if thats what you want

and if you move to another country pls take me with you 🙏

y/n bae 🎀:

thank you queen you’re so wise

~

I’m getting ready for tonight while listening to some music. I can’t stop thinking about marc though.. but I guess that’s a problem for in an hour.

Okay i’m finally ready and hear the bell ring, I look out of my window and see Liz. I run downstairs and open the door. ‘Hi future mrs Guiu!’ she says teasingly, ‘Liz oh my god shut up.’ I reply. I mean not that I wouldn’t like it.. but still.

‘Are you ready to go y/n?’ ‘Yes Liz’ I say and we start walking to the party. Luckily Mateo only lives like 7 minutes away from us. As we enter his house we see Lamine and Hector and greet them. We talk for a bit but then I really needed to go to the bathroom. ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, bye!’ I say.

I’ve been at Mateo’s house a few time so luckily I know where the bathroom is.

After i’m done I wanted to walk back to where my friends were but then a guy walked up to me. He’s quite tall and attractive.. but nothing next to Marc though.

‘Hey pretty girl.’ he says.. oh my god what do I say!?!?? ‘Hey, i’ve never seen you before’ I reply. I suck at talking to guys oh my god. ‘I’ve never seen such pretty girls in Barcelona either’ ‘Oh really? There are a lot.’ I say, my god y/n am I trying to introduce him to other girls or something?? ‘Hmm I highly doubt it.’ he says and I notice he’s standing closer to me now.

I smile as we hold eye contact but then I look to my left.. from all the people I could see right now I see Marc. Marc Guiu. This world is plotting against me.

I see him looking kind of annoyed? But at the same time upset and mad. What do I do? Do I go after a guy that’s technically just a friend or do I stay here talking to a guy thats actually interested in me? The first option.

‘Sorry.. i’ll be back!’ I say to the guy who’s name I didn’t even get. I walk towards where Marc was walking and see he’s with our friend group.

‘Hi..’ I say. ‘You took long, thought you were making out with someone for a minute’ Liz says and I can see Marc getting more annoyed.. ‘Wouldn’t be surprised at this point.’ Lamine says jokingly and I reply ‘Don’t be mad at me because you cant pull Lamine.’

‘I’m going home, you coming with me Hector?’ Marc says all of a sudden. ‘Oh yeah sure.’ Hector replies. ‘Oh.. ehm, bye Marc.’ I say but he ignores me, maybe he just didn’t hear me.. but then again when the rest of the group says bye he does say something, odd.

A few hours later the party is done and me and Liz walk home. ‘Liz? After I went to the bathroom a guy walked up to me.. we started talking and he seemed interested.’ I say. ‘Oh my god really? Im so happy for you!’ ‘Thank you, don’t think Marc is happy for me though. He saw us and didn’t look too excited for me.. and when we both were back to our friendgroup he also looked annoyed and ignored me.’ I say. ‘You know what that means right y/n?? He likes you.’ You see, I really love Liz.. but sometimes she IS delusional because there’s no way.

The next day I wake up and luckily it’s still weekend. I open my phone and decide to text Marc since we were supposed to hang out today.

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PRIVATE CHAT: marc 🫶 & y/n 😺

y/n 😺:

hi marc

are we still hanging out today ?

marc 🫶:

dont know

wouldnt u prefer to hang out with that ugly, shrek looking guy?

y/n 😺:

wdym?

is that why you didnt talk to me at all yesterday?

please reply ☹️

~

Fuck. He’s leaving me on opened. Now a smart woman would take this as a sign to leave him alone and move on. Yet I am not that intelligent so I decide to text Hector.

~

PRIVATE CHAT: hector 👎 & y/n 🦭

y/n 🦭:

hiiiii bff!

hector 👎:

since when

y/n 🦭:

since now.

look you and marc are besties right

and you love me right😁

hector 👎:

no

y/n 🦭:

oh

well ..

would you be so kind to tell me why marc is so upset with me all of a sudden

hector 👎:

not saying marc said anything to me, but imagine if a guy you really liked started flirting with other girls all of a sudden 🤷‍♀️

y/n 🦭:

OH

~

What do you mean Marc likes me? What the fuck should I do now??? Okay you know, fuck it i guess i’ll just go to his house.

Ten minutes later i’m walking to his house and think about what I should say to him. Before I know it i’m there and knock on the door. ‘Okay girl, you got this.’ I say to myself.

His mom opens the door, okay atleast it’s not Marc. ‘Hi y/n! Marc is in his room.’ she says, ‘Hi, thank you’ I say as I walk in. ‘He seems a bit upset.. maybe you can cheer him up?’ his mom says. ‘Yeah I noticed, i’ll try.’ I say and I walk to his bedroom. Okay girl you got this just knock on his door and tell him how you feel.

I knock on his door and walk in ‘H- Hi Marc..’ I say, god why do I do these things to myself. ‘Hm? What do you want?’ he says. ‘Uhm.. I..’ I say, I can’t find the words to tell him how I feel. ‘Continue.’ he says. Okay this is my chance, don’t fuck up. ‘Look, long story short.. I do not want to be friends with benefits, as a matter of fact I.. I do not want to be friends at all. I like you. As in more than a friend and more than a friend with benefits way.’ I say and only now I realize what I just said. I hope he really does feel the same.

Marc is silent for a minute and right when i’m about to freak out he says ‘I like you too. I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore either.’

‘Then.. lets not be.’ I say. ‘Y/n, will you let me be your boyfriend?’ He asks and that question sounds unreal to me. I never really expected Marc to ask me that. I reply ‘Yes, i’d love that Marc.’

I smile at him and hug him, he grabs my waist. ‘Were you jealous? back at that party?’ I ask him, ‘How could you tell?’ he says while laughing like it wasn’t obvious. ‘You’re not the best at hiding your emotions.’ I say. ‘Can’t help it when someone flirts with you, don’t like it when you give other guys attention.’ he says. I laugh and say ‘I won’t from now on.’

His mother walks towards the stairs and shouts ‘Y/n? Are you staying for dinner tonight?’ I smile, look at Marc and say ‘Yes i’d love to!’

A/n: Hellaurrrr pookies,, im a bit slow I apologize but im trying my best to work on all requests!! Hope you like it 😜🫶

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[dootznbootz]

To ME, The Iliad and The Odyssey are about the different reactions to trauma and "hate".

The Iliad is about how a man gets destroyed by hatred. Achilles is "destroyed" metaphorically because his hatred and grief caused him to lose his "humanity". Hector is killed by a man filled with so much hatred (Achilles). Both men are "gone".

The Odyssey, being what happens directly after, is about how a man can come BACK from such hatred. Menelaus and Nestor, while still in pain from the war (the time, friends, and family they lost), are still able to move forward and live normal lives. We watch this happen in real time through Odysseus.

Odysseus' name means to hate and be hated, something he's been probably doing since he left Ithaca to a degree. You could even see the slaughter of the suitors as being the "final fight" he has to go through before the "healing". He gains back his humanity, kingdom, and identity by loving and being loved. (Niko's post about Odysseus and his identity. It delves further into all that well!)

Some people are lost to war and some people CAN come back from it. While the ancients (of every culture as well!) didn't have the semi-universal term PTSD yet, they knew damn well people who have experienced trauma tend to be "different" afterward and had their own stories and even some "remedies"

Other ancient works, such as those by Hippocrates, describe soldiers who experienced frightening battle dreams. (Source, whole article gives more info on ancient PTSD too!)

Celsus, a Roman doctor described a condition named Insania sine fibre.

In Ancient Mesopotamia, “They described hearing and seeing ghosts talking to them, who would be the ghosts of people they’d killed in battle – and that’s exactly the experience of modern-day soldiers who’ve been involved in close hand-to-hand combat.” (Source)

This is my own interpretation, but in a way, I think the Epic Cycle is...showcasing that. The Iliad shows how trauma can "end" a person. And The Odyssey is kind of a way to give some hope to folks in a "Hey, you CAN get better. You CAN have your life back."

#I have not really edited this and looked it over as much as I should have but meh! #also if someone else has already thought and talked about this. I can give credit and/or delete it! #I have a lot of feelings on this. as I love history. Psychology. and literature and the Iliad/Odyssey to ME is all 3 #I could just interpret it this way since...ya know👀so I could be talking absolute nonsense but I wanted to know what others think! #I think it's why I love the Odyssey and Odysseus so much. There's always hope to heal. There's always hope in getting better! #good analysis' use sources when they can😤 even though this is extremely casual and for the homies on tumblr lol #odyssey #odysseus #hector of troy #tagamemnon #greek mythology #iliad #achilles #psychology #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #essay

[savvythepirate]

How they react when you die

Jack Sparrow:

• Just like everyone else, he feels himself putting the blame for it on top of his own head

• He can’t help but deny and continue to deny the fact you had suddenly passed

• He felt like this was a slap to the face, in which the was something Jack Sparrow had the right to feel. It’s known more to be blindsiding, it was very sudden

• Some days ahead, he can’t help but feel to be the one responsible for it, as he wasn’t there to protect you from harm when he should have been

• When alone, he will let a tear or two shed, while trying to focus on the good memories, the most beautiful he cherished

• The most remembered the time you spent together

Hector Barbossa:

• In the beginning, Barbossa had captured himself in deep blame, that he started losing the sleep in order to survive whatever was left of final days of his life

• Although dead, he sometimes will talk to you as if you were standing in the room you once shared together, but that was depending on how strongly he felt your presence, you’re always with him

• He doubted to ever finding love again

• You’d be the only thing and someone Barbossa had ever truly cared about and loved so much

• Most nights if not all, Barbossa would secretly record the most loneliness days in a journal, which would later be discovered by none other then Jack Sparrow

• Jack would actually talk him through it, trying to convince him that he could move on without you

• “Do you think (Y/n) would want this for you?”

• Thinking if it like that got him to clean himself up a little

Davy Jones:

• Davy denied it almost instantly, hoping this was some sick joke that anyone, let alone you, would even dare to play on him

• Davy would vow vengeance in your honor, he will get the justice and peace you very clearly deserve

• Though Davy gets tired of being alone, he doesn’t go looking for someone new, you were truly the one who his heart belonged to

• Even the crew mourner over your loss, stating that you were pretty much the only one who was ever really kind to them

• Just like anyone would, Davy felt empty and drained without you. He was hoping that this was all a nightmare he was due to wake from any minute now

Will Turner:

• Will would definitely need a shoulder to lean on, he would continue to walk with a brave and straight face masked by a fountain of hurt and grief

• He wouldn’t let anyone in, or open to anyone at all of his feelings. Will felt that he was doomed a miserable life without you there to be a part of it

• It takes a while for Will to grieve, what he has lost. But everyone should be able to grieve for as long as they need to as long g as it meant they would choose to move on

• When Will does move on, he is still heartbroken and thinks about you every day without fail

• Will becomes stronger each and every passing days, while thinking of you in the meantime

• He honors you and your memory in the very best way he possibly can

• He will tell you that he loves you every day as if you were still there with him, in a way you are there

• Forever you will be

***

Requests: OPEN

@savvythepirate

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[cubarsis]

queridos. | h. fort garcía

synopsis : hector brings his girl home for the first time

genre : fluff

requests are open 🤍

AS HECTOR‘S GIRLFRIEND prepared to attend his family gathering for the first time, she couldn’t shake the feeling of nervousness gnawing at her stomach. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her heart racing with anxiety.

Sensing her unease, Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. “You don’t have to worry. My family is going to adore you, just like I do. And I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

His words were like a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves, and she leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his comforting presence. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m just… nervous.”

Hector pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. “I understand, but you have nothing to be nervous about,” he assured her, his voice filled with love and understanding.

“Just be yourself, and everything will be fine.”

As Hector and his girlfriend arrived at his house, Hector’s mom was waiting eagerly at the door, a warm smile lighting up her face. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and enveloped Hector’s girlfriend in a tight embrace, her motherly warmth instantly putting her at ease.

“Welcome, dear!” Hector’s mom exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth and affection.“It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person. Hector talks about you all the time.”

She felt a surge of gratitude and relief wash over her as she returned the hug, feeling welcomed and accepted by her boyfriends family. “Thank you so much for having me,” she replied, her voice tinged with emotion. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you too.”

Hector stood by their side, a silly, proud smile on his face as he watched the exchange between the two most important women in his life. Seeing his girlfriend being embraced so warmly by his mom only reinforced his feelings of love and appreciation for her.

After Hector’s mom’s warm embrace, Hector’s dad stepped forward with a friendly smile, extending his hand in greeting. “Hello there, it’s a pleasure to meet the girl who‘s keeping my son busy,” his dad said chuckled. “I’ve heard so much about you from Hector. It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name.”

She returned his handshake with a smile, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance from both of Hector’s parents. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. “I’m really happy to be here.”

With introductions out of the way, they all moved inside and settled into the cozy living room. Hector’s mom brought out some refreshments, and soon they were all engaged in lively conversation, sharing stories and getting to know each other better.

As they sat together, Hector’s mom and his girlfriend engaged in a playful and teasing chat about Hector and his role as a boyfriend. With cups of tea in hand, they leaned in, ready to share their thoughts and experiences.

Hector’s mom couldn’t resist a mischievous glint in her eye as she turned to her son’s girlfriend. “So, my dear,” she began with a teasing tone, “how is Hector doing as a boyfriend? Is he treating you well and living up to your expectations?”

Hector’s girlfriend chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. “Well,” she replied, matching her tone, “I must say, Hector has been quite the charmer. He’s always showering me with love and affection, and he never fails to make me smile.”

Hector’s mom nodded approvingly, a knowing smile on her lips. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a hint of mischief. “But you know, Hector can be a handful sometimes. I hope he’s not causing too much trouble for you.”

Hector’s girlfriend laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, he definitely keeps me on my toes,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with fondness. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s a wonderful boyfriend, and I feel lucky to have him.”

As the conversation about Hector carried on, his mom couldn’t help but express her observation of just how deeply in love he seemed to be with his girlfriend.

“You know,” she began with a warm smile, “I’ve been watching Hector lately, and it’s clear to me just how much he adores you. He has shown me countless pictures of you, and his face lights up whenever your name is mentioned.”

Hector’s girlfriend smiled warmly at his mom’s observation before turning to her with equal affection. “And I love him just as much,” she confessed, her eyes meeting Hector’s with a tender gaze. “He’s truly the most caring, supportive, and loving partner I could ever ask for.”

The woman beamed at the exchange, her heart swelling with happiness for the young couple. “You two are absolutely perfect for each other,” she said with a smile. “I couldn’t be happier to see how happy you make my son.”

His mom nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. “I can see how much he cares about you,” she said warmly. “He’s never stopped talking about you since the day you two met. And seeing you together, it’s clear that you bring out the best in each other.”

As the evening wore on and the atmosphere grew more relaxed, Hector found himself growing increasingly clingy to his girlfriend. With his parents teasing them gently, Hector felt a sense of comfort and security in their presence, knowing that they were supportive of their relationship.

His girlfriend smiled warmly at him, her eyes twinkling with affection as she leaned into his embrace. Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they sat together on the couch. His fingers traced gentle patterns along her back, savoring the feel of her warmth against his skin.

Hector’s parents chuckled at the sight, exchanging knowing glances as they watched the young couple. “Looks like someone can’t bear to let go,” his mom teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Hector blushed, but he couldn’t help but grin sheepishly. “Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice filled with genuine fondness as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead.

His dad chuckled, clapping him on the back. “You’ve got it bad, son,” he said with a wink. “But hey, that’s what young love is all about.”

Sure enough, as the evening drew to a close and they prepared to say their goodbyes, Hector’s mom pulled him aside with a serious expression on her face. Hector braced himself for what was to come, knowing that his mom’s lectures were always well-intentioned but sometimes a bit overwhelming.

“Hector, I want to talk to you for a moment,” his mom began, her tone gentle but firm. “I can see how much you care about her, and I just want to make sure you know how lucky you are to have found someone like her.”

Hector nodded, swallowing nervously as he prepared himself for the inevitable lecture. “I know, Mom,” he replied earnestly. “I won’t mess things up, I promise.”

His mom smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I believe you, Hector,” she said softly. “Just remember to always treat her with love and respect, and everything will work out just fine.”

Feeling a sense of relief wash over him, Hector hugged his mom tightly, grateful for her words of wisdom and support. As they said their goodbyes and headed home, Hector knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t let his parents or his girlfriend down.

cubarsis 2024

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[108garys]

Portraits of Hector, 1992

Yes I felt silly labeling them, still feel like it ties things together nicely lol

So I wanted to get a better feel of how hector is distinct in the beast of little hope au, especially as its an offshoot of the Hector Clarke au and when it comes down to it he had the benefit of a decent childhood that then got derailed by lycanthopy in his teens, so I thought about it and as he grows up obsessed with the local history and would have centred himself around that it would have led to him growing his hair out but as that positive future stopped in it's tracks then I went with a popular look for the era that can contextually be seen as maintaining this moment he could no longer commit to his life goals, like it's trendy and all but you can see how he would have liked to not be trendy and instead be weird and esoteric and to be honest I didn't expect to write so much about hector's perfectly average hairstyle but moving on he's in his late twenties and while he isn't as rough due to the benefit of a gentler early life and not being FBI, I wanted him to look tired and maybe a touch younger than he should despite the fact that he's like 6'3 because the way it's impacted him is just different than it would have been if it was an early childhood thing, that and with him being selectively mute by the 90s I opted for a much more "invisible issues" type of approach where the worst that can be seen is him maybe looking tired

Now onto the damn wolf finally 😅

So as can be seen in the sketch his wolf form, much like Vince's, retains his eyes, unlike Vince his fur is very straight and it would be my intention that it has the same vibe as his hair, like he's got this scary black dog look but really he's just a big puppy that wants to stick with his sister, especially with all the self image issues and feeling responsible for everything bad that has happened to his family despite having no control over how things turned out

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[parageist]

the prologue of an omori fanfic ive been working on [title still undecided]:

“I have something to tell you.”

Kel, Aubrey, and Hero turned to meet Sunny, still in his hospital gown and bandages, standing at the entrance of the room.

“Hey Sunny!” Kel yelled with excitement, despite the puzzled looks on everyone else’s faces.

“Sunny, how did you get in here?” Aubrey said, hiding her happiness under a brash remark.

“Where’s your nurse?” said Hero. “You should be lying down right now.”

Sunny’s only acknowledgement of Hero’s words was a pained grimace, before he repeated the same statement.

“I have something to tell you.”

Basil, who at first smiled upon Sunny’s unexpected appearance in his room, sat up in his hospital bed with a worried look on his bandaged face.

“Sunny, a-are you sure about this?”everyone turned back to face Basil. “Maybe we should wait before…”

“If you’ve got something to say, then say it!” Kel interjected, unintentionally blunt.

“We are here for you if you need to tell us anything,” Hero paused before quickly adding “but I really think now’s the time to rest, don’t you think Sunny?” he finished with a caring smile.

Sunny’s heart was trying to escape his chest as thoughts freshly excavated from his subconscious filled his mind.

“I need to tell you guys something. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this in,” his voice began to break.

“Hey it’s alright, I’m not mad, just making sure you’re healthy enough to be out of your bed!” Hero said warmly, as he and Kel approached Sunny for a hug.

“You should get him some water,” Aubrey spoke as she shuffled over to the three boys, pulling up a chair for him.

“I’ll get it for you Sunny!” Kel hurried out of the room, almost colliding with a passing-by nurse.

Sunny wanted to thank Aubrey for the chair, but he couldn’t leave Basil on the other side of the room. He pointed to his friend’s bed and hoped she would understand. She didn’t, but Hero did.

“Come sit with us over here,” he said, moving Sunny’s chair back to where Basil was. Aubrey didn’t seem to mind, and joined them in the back of the room.

Sunny’s one eye stared absently at the floor. Basil looked around aimlessly before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“So… what’s up?” Aubrey spoke after a few minutes of silence.

Despite Aubrey and Hero’s understanding presence, Sunny and Basil’s minds were burning with turmoil.

“It’s about Mari,” is all the black-haired boy could muster. This instantly changed the look on the other two’s faces, yet they remained silent.

“She…” Sunny gulped as tears began to rise in his throat and drip from his good eye. The other one stung with pain under its patch.

“Mari didn’t end her own life.”

“Sunny, what do you mean? You’re not making any sense.” Aubrey said after a fleeting thought of confusion.

Hero pondered Sunny’s words, bargaining with his own mind, before simply telling him “I really think you should lay back down. A couple years ago I got my wisdom teeth removed, and that recovery was a mess! I think I told Kel that aliens were doing surgery on me, or that Hector was in the operating room next to me.” He flashed a brief smile and chuckled, but deep down there was a part of him that believed Sunny’s words. Then the boy spoke again.

“That day there was… an accident.” After that, Sunny’s mouth continued to move but no sound escaped him. There were too many thoughts and not enough words to keep up with the speed his mind was racing at. After a long silence, Aubrey finally replied with

“We all know what happened that day,” Sunny’s heart skipped a beat after hearing her words, thinking she somehow knew the truth the entire time, before she completed her speech and snapped him back to reality. “Don’t put the blame on yourself. Nobody could’ve predicted she would… do that to herself.”

Hero stared at Sunny’s hands. They were trembling. Why would they be trembling so much if he was just saying something delusional from the medicine? Nothing was making sense to him, but before he could think about it more, Basil cried from his bed, “I’m so sorry everyone. I’m so sorry…” Hero looked over at his stitch-covered face, crimson as tears poured from his eyes and snot dripped from his broken nose. There was no way both Sunny and Basil could be thinking the same random, delusional lies about Mari’s death and acting this paranoid about them. Something was very wrong. But he could not speak, and continued to stare at the floor and cover his mouth in a distraught state.

Kel suddenly appeared back in the room, carefully juggling the cups of water and jello in his hands.

“Hey guys, I’m back!” he spoke enthusiastically before noticing Aubrey comforting Basil as he sobbed in his bed, and Hero looking as if he had seen a ghost. Kel rushed over to Basil’s bed, “Wait Basil are you okay? Here, I brought you something,” but his offer was stopped as Hero reached his hand out to block his brother.

“Thank you Kel,” he spoke, taking some cups from Kel’s hands and placing them near Basil. “Could you step back out for a moment?”

“Why? What’s going on?” Kel handed the other cups to Sunny, who grasped them weakly with his still shaking hands, and then sat next to him and Hero.

“N…nevermind. I’m sorry,” his brother recoiled, hiding a bad thought that had surfaced onto his face.

“What’s up with him?” Kel said to Sunny, pointing to his distraught brother, before realizing the look on Sunny’s face and shifting the conversation’s subject to him.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Kel whispered as he nudged closer to Sunny, who then stood up suddenly with a deep, trembling breath.

“Mari didn’t kill herself. That’s the truth. The reason I’ve been trapped in a prison of my own creation,” Sunny spoke with an unexpected clarity despite the unease in his throat. “I need you guys to listen to me. You deserve to know what really happened. I’m so sorry we’ve kept this from you for all this time. I’m sorry.” His voice broke into a violent sob and he collapsed back into his chair, holding himself in a fetal position. A wave of dread passed over the room. Aubrey, who was holding Basil’s hand as he wept, froze, unsure what to do with the muscles on her face. Kel kept trying to hug Sunny, to pat his back or hold his hand, but hesitated right before making contact each time. Hero looked away, his absent eyes glued to the wall, before uttering something.

“Basil, is this true?” His desolate, glazed expression turned to meet the flower boy, who lay paralyzed in his bed. Not a moment of silence passed before Aubrey forced a confession out of him.

“Say something! You’re freaking us all out here!”

Hero wanted to tell her, and if he was being honest, himself, to settle down, but Basil replied

“Yes. I’m sorry,” with a yelp.

Kel continued to awkwardly hover around Sunny, as even he felt himself beginning to cry. Aubrey looked like she was about to throw up. Hero had began pacing about the room uncomfortably.

“If Mari’s death really was an accident, then how did she end up in that tree?” His voice felt both fast and slow at the same time, a dichotomy of confusion reflecting his inner doubts. Hero intended for the two confessors to answer, but kept pacing the room anxiously, unable to rally the courage to ask again.

But wether he wanted to or not did not matter, as all the trauma Hero had deep within himself furiously erupted like a volcano, ignited by Sunny and Basil’s revelation.

“HOW THE FUCK DID SHE END UP IN THAT TREE, SUNNY?” he screamed, grasping Sunny’s shoulders as tears burst from his crazed eyes.

“Hero stop it!” Kel jumped up and ripped his brother away from the quivering boy. “What has gotten into you?! How could you do that to him after what just happened?!?” Hero ignored his brother’s words, staring at Sunny with anguish as Kel pulled him further away. Aubrey burst out of the room, completely disgruntled, leaving the four boys to themselves.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry,” Basil cried, helplessly watching from his bed as his friends fought.

Sunny began to shut down. The whole world was spinning around him. Hero’s screaming words echoed through his mind. The mortified look on Aubrey’s face as she ran out of the room was all he could see, as everything continued to spin. Telling the truth was supposed to be the good decision, right? The last thing Sunny saw was his best friend Basil’s blurry face as he tumbled to the ground and the Earth’s spin slammed to a halt.

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[thelaundrybitch]

TMNT Trick or Kink: The Halloween Extravaganza - Prologue

Turtle Doves.

It's time to get freaky.

Welcome to my prologue.

18+ content - for mature audiences only

The Halloween Extravaganza

You gaze around the huge party hall while sitting at the single round table that's set up closest to the stage, waiting for the little blue-skinned man to come back from getting his surprise.

You can only imagine what Job has in mind for his annual Halloween Extravaganza - as he likes to call it.

You lift your fancy cup of coffee and take a long sip, appreciating that Job's full-time barista knows exactly how you like your freshly-brewed hazelnut beverage. It might just be the best coffee you've ever had, and the muffins he had his chef make for you?! To die for. You put your mug down and trade it for said deliciousness and just as you take a hearty bite of the gourmet muffin in front of you, Job bursts through a door from the side of the large room, his bodyguards in tow. Job is wearing a huge shit-eating grin on his face and carrying a large tablet. Derek and Hector also have their hands full.

While you're busy wiping your hands on a cloth napkin, Job replaces your plate with the tablet. You watch as the large mutant wolf-man, named Derek, places a printer on the table and then plugs it into a hidden outlet in the floorboards.

At the same time, Hector is juggling a box of supplies as he struggles to move the other plates and such to make room for his box.

“Hector, you can just put that here, beside me,” Job instructs the part-shark-part-human mutant, pointing to the floor between the two of you.

“Halloween arts and crafts?” you ask with a smirk.

“More like Hallows Eve Trick or Kink,” he smiles, wiggling his brows.

You look down just as his fingerprint brings the screen to life.

And boy-oh-boy, did it bring the screen to life.

Your jaw drops open as Job slowly scrolls through the many saved photos of hot-ass costumes for men.

“Uh…” You aren’t sure what to say. “Do you need my help picking out a costume?” You ask nervously.

“It’s for the guys!” He exclaims, his voice comically reminding you of a helium-induced Harvey Fierstein. 

Hearing this news, your jaw suddenly rehinges itself, and a Grinch-like smile adorns your face.

"Well, if that's not a sign of huge trouble, I don't know what is," comes a voice from behind you and Job.

"Hey! Sean!" Job exclaims upon spinning around and seeing his good friend enter the room.

Sean gives both Derek and Hector a fist bump and a smile, before grabbing a chair and dragging it to sit next to Job.

"Hey there, darlin'," he says with a wink, nodding to you and sitting in his seat. 

"Hey Sean," you greet the small, more-strawberry-than-blonde man with a kind smile.

"What are you two scheming over here, anyway?" He asks, peering over at the tablet.

"You got here right on time!" Job says with a mischievous grin. "We're just about to pick out a whole bunch of the hottest, sluttiest, most provocative men's costumes the internet has to offer," he snickers.

Poor Derek chokes on a piece of muffin across the table. 

"I already have my costume," Hector says quickly, a look of horror flashing across his face as Derek nods his head frantically, pointing to himself in agreement, trying not to die on his gourmet pastry.

"Aww, you guys are no fun," Job pouts.

"So… How are we doing this?" you ask with a giggle.

"First, we find and pick out 10 of the sexiest costumes that would look fabulous on any of them," he starts. "Second, we print out the pictures and cut them up. And Finally we fold them, put them in a blind box, and have them each pick out one randomly," he finishes, a proud smile settling across his face.

"And you think those giant mutant men are going to willingly make these costumes?" Sean asks, his eyes bulging out of his head as Job chooses the first costume and prints it out.

"Oh hell no! That's why they'll pick it out, and I take it back from them," he states. "I'm making those babies," he grins.

"And how will you ensure they attend the party and wear them?" You inquire.

"I know those guys well, and I know for a fact, that none of those lovely gentlemen would ever leave you to the wolves in the spicy little number I'm making for you," he says with a wink.

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You show up to the lair later that evening with your homemade pizza in hand, just as promised, and greet the lot of them with a huge smile as you struggle to push open the double glass doors of the lab, "Hey guys!"

The bro circle is in full swing - Derek, Hector, Job, Sean, Leo, J, Don, Raph, and Mike.

In that order.

J jumps up and runs to help you with the stack of food you're balancing in one hand while you try to maneuver your phone and the glass doors with the other.

"Let me take those, Buttercup," he says softly, giving you a flirty little smirk.

"Thanks, J," you beam back at him.

He takes the pizzas and sets them up on the cleared and cleaned lab table. He and Mike then cut up and divvy out pieces for everyone's enjoyment.

Once the pizza has been demolished, you are given a round of praises and thanked for the delicious meal.

Raph then teasingly asks, "Alright, who brought dessert?"

"ME!" Says Job without missing a beat, a devious grin on his face as he hops down from where he was perched on a stool.

He grabs the blind-grab box from under the lab table and shakes it up, coming back.

"What…" starts Leo.

"Oh no…" says Donnie.

"Ya had to ask," says Mike, accusingly.

Job walks right over to Raph and gives his sparkly pink box a little shake, wiggling his eyebrows at the brute.

"Oh don't worry," says J, clapping Raph on the shoulder. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Oh no. It's WAY worse," Sean warns, pulling snickers from both Hector and Derek.

"Alright, boyzz," Job says, emphasizing the z. "The Halloween Extravaganza is right around the corner, and tonight you will be picking out your costumes from this box," he tells them, showing them the box like Vanna White. "Once you choose your picture, I will be taking the papers back with me and making said costumes," he tells them.

"And since Red here was so kind to bring it up, he gets to go first!" Job says excitedly with an evil smile.

Raph shrugs and pulls out a small folded piece of paper and opens it, his eyes flashing wide.

"Ya kiddin'. Right?" He asks.

Job snatches the paper and chuckles as he looks at it.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack," he says, stuffing the paper in his pants pocket.

At this point the other four turtle-men have made a small circle around Job, all of them taking turns reaching in, and their reactions are equally amusing.

Mike gets a big smile and nods. 

J lets out a, "Hell yeah!" 

Leo's face drops.

And if Donnie had eyebrows, they would've flown off his face toward the ceiling.

As Donnie and Leo attempt to barter and bargain their way out of their costume picks, Raph sasses, "Like you can make us wear them," letting out a small huff accompanied by a smug smirk.

Sean lets out a bellowing laugh as Hector stands and unrolls a poster sized picture.

"That's all good and fine," says Job, "But that leaves that pretty little lady over there," he says pointing behind himself in your direction, "wearing this," he sticks his thumb over his shoulder at Hector who's holding up what is presumably going to be your costume. "She'll be all alone. With all those single beings walking around at an open bar event," he drawls dramatically as he presents the poster.

All five guys go silent, looking around at one another, slightly panicked but also amused.

You get up to take a peek at the poster but feel Derek's hand on your shoulder, "Nuh-uh," he says with a sorrowful smirk, pushing you back down into your seat.

You look at the guys and they're all nodding their heads now, agreeing to Job's ingenious persuasion.

"You're an extortionist," pouts Leo.

"I'm an opportunist, sweet cheeks," Job says with a smile as Hector puts away the poster.

He turns to you and his smile gets even bigger.

"You, my dear, will need to come by this weekend. I need to see how tight I can squeeze you."

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[blackjackkent]

Aw, we get a long rest cutscene with Shadowheart. It seems to take place outside the camp so I'm going to assume this is happening before Hector goes to bed for the drabble I just wrote.

This seems to be some sort of Selunite churchyard; I'm not sure where in the city this is supposed to be, but I do love that she and Hector apparently came there together. The only scenario I can think of where this would happen is that she asked him to come with her, because I don't think he would have, like, followed her.

So he comes with her and just kind of stands there and watches as she wanders around, waiting until she's ready to speak.

"It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a while," she says thoughtfully after a while. "Perhaps people lost faith. Or forgot about it."

He raises one shoulder in a slight shrug. He has not lost faith. But he cannot speak for the people of the city, who all seem to come at the world from a darker angle.

"I wanted to come here," she goes on after a little while. "To see if I felt anything that I hadn't done before. Now that I know what I know. Now that I know what I am."

He nods slowly. "You've turned from Shar," he points out gently. "Doesn't necessarily oblige you to come here and embrace Selune." He has pointed this out to her before - that after what she has been through, her obligation is to herself, before it is to any goddess, even the one he serves.

"True," she agrees. "But too much freedom can be frightening. Lonely. There's a reason why so many are eager to bow..." Her eyes squeeze shut and she looks away from him, her fists clenching at her sides. "I had my family, for too short a moment. Now they're gone... by my hand..."

He listens quietly, moving to lean his weight against a nearby plinth. As often before, his role here is not to convince her of anything, but merely to listen, to let her work her own thoughts out.

Say nothing.

He waits. And to his surprise... tears well in her eyes, and after so much pain, so much suffering... he finally sees her cry.

Her shoulders hunch and she buries her face in her hands, her whole body starting to shake with sobs. All the reality of the last twenty-four hours is suddenly crashing in on her and he feels a surge of tremendous grief and compassion for her that makes his heart ache.

Embrace her.

Neither of them has ever seemed remotely interested in a hug before, and yet the movement feels utterly instinctive, automatic, as if he would never even consider doing otherwise. He wraps his arms tightly around her, pulls her in against his chest, and after a moment's hesitation he feels her grip him back, her fingers digging into his shirt as if clinging on to avoid being swept away by a tidal wave.

Her face presses into his shoulder and she weeps bitterly with exhaustion and grief. And he holds her, and rocks his weight slightly side to side, mumbling an inarticulate sound of wordless comfort. And in spite of how terrible the events that brought them here, he feels tremendously gratified to have been asked to stand with her now.

From the guarded fear with which he first knew her, through the wary support with which he has followed her crisis of faith... they have finally come to rest, equals. Born siblings in the Selunite faith, but followers of very different paths, each feeling their way through the dark, each faced with questions in the real world that they never expected in their sheltered life before. And he realizes in this moment how terribly proud of her he is - and, almost to his surprise, that in her there are seeds of the sense of family that he thought he lost when he was pulled from the monastery.

He's not sure how long they stand there, but eventually they draw back almost with one mind, just as the embrace began. She wipes at her eyes, looking simultaneously embarrassed and grateful, and turns away abruptly, looking back at the statue of Selune behind them.

"What's next?" he asks softly, taking a step back and lacing his hands behind his back.

She draws a breath and lets it out slowly. It's still a little shaky, but the deep, heartrending sobs have eased, and she looks calmer for having had the moment of release. "We carry on," she answers. "It's all we can do. I'll... follow in a while. But I think I want to stay here a little longer, firstly. This place isn't familiar, but it's peaceful."

He smiles slightly to himself and nods at her back. After waiting a moment to be sure she has nothing else to say, he turns and walks away, back to camp, leaving her to the Moonmaiden's silent presence.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #this took forever bc i got pulled away to play overwatch lol #but this was so sweet omg! #i'm glad hector finally got to give her a hug #and he needed one from her too really #this has been a bit of a growth day for hector tbh

[beevean]

"Lord Dracula... You once accepted and needed my powers. There was a time when such a thing gave me joy, but..."

"Have you also succumbed to your own curse?"

I love this scene so much :)

Hector has finally, finally accepted that Rosaly indeed loves him, and that he can live in peace. With her ribbon in his hand, the symbol of her love, he seals away his powers, ready to be reborn.

But not before sparing a thought about his dead Master.

Dracula and Rosaly are the only two people in the world who ever accepted him. (accepted, not recognized - a mistranslation of the official English version. "Allow" more or less works too) Being welcomed, being needed, made him happy. After all his talk about how he wanted power, how he rejected God, how he chose power for the sake of remaining human... the real core of Hector's motivations is that he really wants to love and be loved.

And yes, it was not pure. It was conditional servitude. Yet it was more appreciation that Hector had ever experienced in his life.

And so, despite everything that happened, despite his Lord going mad and using him as a tool for destruction, despite having fled and even mocked his "ridiculous plan for revenge", Hector still remembers Dracula with a mixture of fondness and pity. Pity, for how low the vampire had fallen - echoing the somberness with which he realizes at the end of CoD that Isaac was just a victim of the Curse. Hector does feel compassion for the people that hurt him, when he's in a clear mind.

This is also the only time, after he defected, where Hector bothers to call him Lord. He also still refers to him with the courteous anata, despite not bothering with the polite language. He still shows at least partial respect :)

But he's no longer his Lord, and Hector no longer needs someone who loves him with conditions. And after putting his heart at peace, he draws strength from Rosaly, the one who instead fully accepted him no matter what. The one who saw Hector as a person, and a kind one too. Even after pouring his heart out, seeing him at his lowest, Rosaly had nothing but gentle words for him, nothing but innocent acceptance.

And Hector can move on. He's no longer alone.

god the parallels between dracula and rosaly when it comes to hector absolutely destroy me.

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #curse of darkness manga #hector castlevania #dracula castlevania #rosaly castlevania #hecula #hectaly #something something both get concerned for him and want him back #but dracula 1) sends his servant and 2) only wants him back for his usefulness or to punish him #while rosaly actually ventures herself in the forest because she doesn't want him to get hurt #bro. broooooooooooo

[zeroforest]

Suchong has lived most of his life in servitude or captivity. He spent his childhood waiting on other children. There was no difference between him and them except that they were Japanese and he was not, yet for that he washed their clothes and bore their abuses. He saw from an early age how children act as agents of power, part of larger structures of control. It’s easy to entertain the fantasy that all children are innocent if you’ve never been whipped by a ten-year old boy. In experimenting on his own people during the war, Suchong was granted a tease of agency, but one that was always undercut with terror. He could practice medicine, do science, but the moment his magic wore off and his research was no longer useful he’d be shot, or even worse, end up on the table. The answer to this was simple: always be necessary. Never let the magic wear off. But none of all that walking the tightrope mattered in the end. After the war he was only a traitor. Whatever scientific achievements he made belonged to the Japanese, not him. 

The invitation to Rapture must have seemed like a godsend. There was likely nothing left in the world for him topside. You see all the people you love die. You wish you would die. You don’t. You kill. You are punished. You inflict punishment. Violence begets violence. People become meat. Any moment of peace is an interval until the next collapse. After the war a chasm forms between you and the living. You cannot touch or be touched by anyone. Why stay in a place so gutted? There’s no point.

Perhaps more enticing than that though was the concept of finally being free. You can do what you want. You don’t have to take orders. Your achievements are yours. Suchong wants so badly to be free, and for the first time in his life he actually has that chance. And once again, he doesn’t get it. In Rapture he trades being discriminated against based on class and ethnicity to being judged based on race. Topside he may have been poor and Chinese/Korean, but in Rapture he is Asian. It means being hectored, condescended to, treated as a joke, both in-game and by the developers, beaten, tortured by Booker, made a caricature of. It means being held at arms length. Suchong made it this far by becoming indispensable to his captors. He is an immovable force you have no choice but to cross. Constantly changing sides is a cowardly move but also a way of asserting sovereignty from someone who has spent his entire life in chains. I choose who gets access to my talent. I decide where I want to go. I have the choice. I am a human being and you will listen to me. He’s survived by becoming a necessity. But being a necessity is not being free. He will never be fully taken seriously. He will never be treated as a whole human being, seen, respected, loved even, eye to eye. He will never be the man he wanted to be.

It stings because he believed. He trusted Rapture’s promise, but ended up on the wrong side of the grift. He’s trapped at the bottom of the ocean, in a different kind of cage. With nowhere to vent the bitterness and rage, he turns to those below him, those too helpless to fight back, like the poor who come to his clinic. And inmates. And children. After a lifetime of being treated as inhuman, that's what he becomes. 

#bioshock #yi suchong

[sealrock]

another meta dump coming your way, first shard edition. I revamped hector's first shard counterpart after giving him a mullet. the rest was history

andromache's extended vacation on the first resulted in her running across hector's shard and doppelganger, a young hunter named hero wedelia

one thing led to another and they ended up having a daughter named chryseis wedelia, paris' half-sister from another dimension. unfortunately andromache can't have nice things because I said so

lore dump under the cut:

hero–

he found andromache when she first arrived to lakeland, unconscious at the beach. he ended up saving her from being fodder for the sin eaters

lost his parents to a sin eater attack when he was a preteen, forcing him to move to the crystarium with other survivors. he had no other known family members until chryseis came along

he gets annoyed when people mispronounce his name (it's pronounced /i.ˈro/, not /ˈhi.ɹoʊ/)

he's similar in appearance to hector besides his hair color and scarring. andromache couldn't look at him for a good while without being reminded of hector

in terms of personality, he's the total opposite of hector a la maria/mary silent hill 2. where hector is quiet and skittish, hero is bold and obnoxious, sometimes a bit smarmy. hector can't defend himself in a fight, whereas hero instigates fights for fun. hero had a foul mouth and a quick temper, nothing like the mild-mannered hector

but on the flip side, hero was also fun to be around. he wasn't clingy or totally dependent on andromache like hector was. hero could make his own decisions and would fight anyone who told him otherwise. this created conflicted feelings in andromache over how she couldn't fully separate the two from each other

hero knew he couldn't live up to hector (or as he knew hector, 'the one that came before him') but he was determined to make andromache forget about him like maria would do james in sh2

hero could play the lute and sing fairly well, making him a staple at the crystarium tavern

andromache disliked him at first because he wasn't hector, and the feeling was mutual because hero believed andromache to be stuck up and difficult to work with. this caused a lot of tension between them early on, leading to sexual tension and moments of hate-sex. their relationship was toxic for the most part before they grew to accept one another

hero once tended wheat fields as a child, so he taught himself how to use a scythe in battle. his fighting style is similar to paris

he was often found drinking (and getting drunk) with his friends at the crystarium. if he was still alive he and giott would've been best friends

andromache became hero's hunting partner, and over the years they developed romantic feelings for each other

didn't expect to have a child, but he loved chryseis from the moment she was born. he had many nicknames for her ('bean', 'chrys', 'munchkin', etc.)

because of the world they lived in, hero taught chryseis how to defend herself from a young age, with andromache's help

he lost his life when a sin eater ambushed his group of sin hunters. before he could fully turn, he forced andromache to kill him before he could kill her. his final wish was for her to look after chryseis

he left his war sickle in chryseis' possession so that she could continue her training

chryseis–

only child of andromache and hero, born and raised in the crystarium. if andromache and hector had another child, they would've looked like chryseis

chryseis hates being babied, or thought of as weak. she can put up a good fight, but she's still young and inexperienced

andromache was more affectionate with chryseis than she was with paris, especially when chryseis was an infant

chryseis looks like her late grandmother, something that andromache ruminated on in quiet moments

like her mother, grandmother, aunt, and older sibling, chryseis inherited the echo. her echo manifests as an invisible shield that deflects attacks, but chryseis has no grasp on how it works yet, and it means she can't go into battle without risking getting hurt, or worse

chryseis was 9 years old when hero was killed. because of the first being so perilous, death was inevitable. chryseis didn't dwell on his death for very long, but as a way to honor her father's memory, chryseis wears the same hair beads as hero did

chryseis is a goofy, happy-go-lucky teenager, 2 years younger than ryne and gaia. a bit braggadocios, she also got her father's temperament and could be rather hotheaded. she rushes into confrontations without thinking of strategies, much like her older sibling paris

when chryseis first met paris, their relationship was volatile. paris had no idea andromache started a new family and thus hated their younger sister. any attempts of goodwill chryseis tried to show were shot down. but in the short time they were there, paris found themselves warming up to chryseis when she proved herself to be a capable fighter and wouldn't let her grief stop her from living her life

chryseis wasn't allowed to participate in the main story of shadowbringers, andromache wouldn't let her travel with the party because it was too dangerous

at the end of the events of shadowbringers, paris and andromache went back to the source, but andromache promised to come back for chryseis as soon as she found a way to let her safely travel the rift

paris would find time to visit her every now and then. paris is a familiar face around the crystarium as the warrior of darkness, and the denizens vowed to protect their baby sister from harm

once she lands on the source, chryseis lived with her mother from then on in sharlayan. chryseis wished to travel with paris and their friends to see the world, but they considered her too young to join in actual battles

her reaction to hector was that of shock and bottled up grief. she was awkward around him at first, and considered hector her 'other father', but hector accepted her regardless

#mypost. #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #meta. #keeping with the flower/plant theme with hector and co. #these two have kept me up at night ngl #i got hero's name from the myth of hero and leander orz #hero was everything andi wanted hector to be. but he could never fully replace his counterpart #do you see the vision

[seraphtrevs]

What's up with Gonzo? He's Tuco's brother-in-law and he's obviously involved in the game, yet we barely see him in bcs. I would've expected him to visit Hector in the hospital or attend poker night with Lalo or something. Realistically it's probably because the actor wasn't available but do you think there could be a in-universe reason for this?

All right this involves a lot of reaching and a couple tangents, including a lalo one because i can't help myself, so bear with me.

I think that to figure out where Gonzo is, we need to figure out where his wife is - Tuco's sister. The mystery of the Salamanca women has always plagued me. We have exactly one Salamanca woman - Abuelita. And Abuelita apparently is either in the dark or pretends to be in the dark about the business her family is in.

I rewatched 1x02 the other day, with Tuco taking such gentle care of his abuelita and going to great lengths to protect her from witnessing the kind of routine violence he gets up to. Maybe it's due to her age and possible dementia, but I think you could make the argument that Tuco has a chivalrous view of women.

Because a part of machismo culture is a feeling of being a protector - stronger than women, but also deferential to their supposedly morally superiority. One of the things that gets Tuco to agree to release the skater twins is Jimmy's story about their poor, saintly mother. Tuco is clearly moved by the idea of this imaginary woman who has sacrificed so much for her boys, as a good woman should.

You can also see a little bit of this machismo in Lalo with his treatment of Kim and Margarethe - it would be very ungallant to hit kim, who as a woman is not a threat to him, and he would view that as being weak and unmanly. He also doesn't take sexual advantage of Margarethe, even though though that would have been the easiest way to get access to her home, and he spares her life. (Of course this only goes so far - he does kill Mateo's wife, but that was an emergency!)

So onto Gonzo, who married Tuco's sister. What if Tuco's sister finds all of this extremely stifling? What if she's sick of being "protected" and patronized and pretending not to know that Salamanca money comes from violence?

Maybe Gonzo's "job" is to "protect" Tuco's sister, but maybe she makes that difficult by running away a lot. Tuco can't stand the idea of her leaving his "protection" (his enemies might get her), but she refuses to do as he tells her. So Gonzo is always chasing after her and begging her to come home, so that's why he's gone a lot. And maybe one day she finally fucks off for good, so that's why we never see her.

#keeping up with the salamancas #tuco salamanca #gonzo #better call saul #asks

[lionsword]

Hector Don’t Look [Lilina & Roy]

@higaneion continued from here

Most confessions she had seen were large, ornate displays of affection accompanied by flowers and pretty words. She imagined this moment with Roy before, but his comes in the form of a kiss that stole any other thought aside from a dizzy affection. He addresses her, her name sounds the sweetest on his lips, quiet and almost unsure but where words leave him, actions fill the gaps.

          Lilina is silent, trying to process all that happened and come up with a suitable response. After all, how could she say that he was the very definition of loveliness itself, that his smile was brilliant enough to rival the sun, that he charmed her with both his boyish nature and the brave soul of a lion to lead Lycia.

          Leaning forward with the intent of returning a kiss in equal measure, she falls just short, bumping his nose with her own instead. Bashfully, she casts her glance aside as a quiet chuckle leaves her to fill the empty air. She glances back at him. Should she try again? This time, she takes hold of his hands, interlocking them with her own and leans forward, taking caution to where she lands now.

          She had wondered before, oft in her daydreams, how it might feel to kiss him, how long should it be, would she know how. All those previous worries dissipate in this moment of intimacy they share as her lips meet his, hesitant in the path, sure in action. She holds it for as long as she can — he could steal her breath if he so wished — before pulling back slightly, beaming with the shy profession of her feelings written on her face.

          “Roy,” Lilina finally says, letting go of one hand and placing it over his. “Was that alright…? If we are of the same mind, I… would like for us to continue like this.”

Roy was so dazed he barely processed what she’d said. Kissing her was like a living dream, so lost in his surge of affection for her that he barely processed the physical kiss. She’d asked... if it was alright?

“It was wonderful.” He smiled and then barely held back a laugh, realizing with horror it might seem as if he was laughing at her, when really he was just overcome with joy. “Haha, I mean, I could never imagine being with you not being wonderful, much less merely alright.” His hand was still on her cheek. Testing the waters, marveling at actually getting to be close, he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb, eyes on hers, taking in every detail.

Behind the initial fluster and the novelty of their kiss, there was a strong, stable sense that even if this was new, he already knew her. He’d known for years he didn’t want to lose her from his life. Somehow, even if it wasn’t exactly like this, he’d wanted to always have her there.

“Me too. I believe we are of the same mind.” He moved his hand back a little to stroke her hair. “Oh, your hair is so soft.” Stupid. Trying to not laugh at himself again, he gathered the resolve to take what seemed the logical next step, eyes still bright with mirth.

“Lilina... would you go to the Ethereal Ball with me, as more than a friend?”

#higaneion #ic #thread #thread: hector don't look #//EXPLODING RN.... WAUGH

[ufonaut]

Which of the JSAers would see Barbie and which would see Oppenheimer?

this is the funniest ask ever, thank you. after much debate i decided to go with the jsa 1999 lineup as a good middle ground between og & modern

alan - both. he ideologically disagrees with barbie's entire premise (of women existing) but he's never missed a single blockbuster ever in his life and that's canon

jay - barbie. doesn't get it, has a good time

carter - barbie. in the hopes that kendra will think he's being supportive of women and finally let him score

ted grant - oppenheimer. falls asleep two hours in, enjoys it

kendra - goes with carter, walks out halfway because it's the stupidest movie ever made

courtney - barbie. target audience

pieter - unsure if pieter can see movies

mr terrific - neither. disagrees with oppenheimer on moral grounds, doesn't think he would enjoy barbie

black adam - oppenheimer

al rothstein - goes with black adam, could enjoy either

power girl - oppenheimer. to see things blow up

jakeem - neither. too young to go to an r-rated movie, knows he'd hate barbie (despite the thunderbolt begging to go)

hector - neither. nabu doesn't know about the moving picture

jack - oppenheimer. target audience

sandy - barbie. misinformed gay boy

#asks #anon #jsa

[lookninjas]

I can't recall what the line is exactly -- "He cannot live in dreams," or something like that, when Dream is castigating Gault for severing Jed Walker from the Dreaming.  But the concept that humans cannot live in dreams is a running theme through the second half of the Sandman (the issues collected in the original graphic novels as Volume II:  The Doll's House).  We see it in Unity Kincaid, who laments the life she lost to the sleeping sickness, and does everything possible to build a new life in the waking world.  We see it in the Collectors, whose collective dream of their own self-righteousness does untold damage to untold lives until the dream is finally brought to an abrupt end.

We see it in Hector Hall, whose single-minded quest to bring Lyta from the waking world into the dreaming threatens the stability of both.  

Humans, living or dead, cannot live in dreams.

It isn't simply a matter of Dream's rules.  We see Unity's regret, her longing for the life she was never able to live and now has to squeeze into an uncertain amount of time (vortex or not, she was over a century old -- she had to have known that time was against her).  We see how Gault cannot protect Jed from the horrors of the waking world in the scene with the rats.  We see Lyta, who promised to help Rose, withdrawing further and further from her even as the Dreaming cracks and crumbles around her home with Hector.  

We see the collectors.  

It's an interesting complement to the first half of the season, and its emphasis on the importance of dreams.  It matters that Lucienne has faith in Dream's return.  It matters that Matthew has faith in his ability to help Dream survive, and in Dream's ability to survive.  It matters that the sinners in Hell -- that the anointed ruler of Hell -- has the ability to dream of Heaven, and it matters that somewhere on earth, there is a waitress dreaming of a world where the stories always end before they end in death.  Dreams matter, and they're important, but they can't be a substitute for waking life.  

And we see that in the initial episodes as well.  In Rachel, losing herself in dreams of an old love, and in Constantine drowning herself in nightmares of past guilt.  In John, who tells himself he's in search of honesty while manipulating others into acting out his darkest fantasies of what that means (it's interesting, isn't it, how he asks the fates three times what his future is, until he hears what he wants to hear, what he believes to be honest and true?)  And yes, in the people in the diner -- in Judy's insistence that she is not and never will be worthy, in Kate and Garry's insistence that they are the wronged parties in their marriage as they hurt each other (and in the way they cling to that marriage despite it all), and in Bette most of all.  In her unwillingness to see past Marsh's sporadic attention to realize that she (and her son) are being used, in her blithe insistence that Judy could have "any man" despite Judy not wanting any men at all, in her celebration of Kate and Garry despite their misery, in her insistence on nothing but happy endings.    

You can't live in dreams.  They matter, and they're important, and they are in many ways essential to life and we in many ways collapse in their absence.  But you can't live in them.  For your own sake, and for the sake of everyone around you.  

At the end, you can only die in them.  

(And of course, what's extraordinary about Rose Walker, about Unity Kincaid, about even  Jed in his last reckless run towards the vortex -- they are all of them, to a one, willing to die in dreams if it will save the lives of the sleepers in the waking world.  Where Roderick Burgess refused to care, they cared deeply.  Where Alex Burgess declined to take responsibility, they shouldered it gladly.  Where John Burgess was only interested in his own truth, they listened to Dream, heard him out, and accepted what he had to say.  This is how we move forward, and how we grow.)

(Gosh, what a neat show this is!)

#the sandman #meta #netflix sandman #the doll's house #look that last line might feel a bit goofy but it is from the heart #mostly i'm just happy i finally wrote this i'm a lot better at throwing out meta when i can dress it up as a story #i can't always say shit but i can be someone else and they can say shit #and that's called writing and it's fun #anyway

[kiwixlime]

Wine Red

H is for High School Reunion

It's a high school reunion! No, not yours.

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: It's smut lol. I can't help myself, sorry. It's not a lot, though. Just a smidge. A tiny bit. As a treat. Also my writing sucks this update. I'm sorry. I'm still working through my personal issues. But I had some of this written. And I was ready to move on. So here it is. I have better updates planned, don't worry! For now, here is this. 18+ Minors DNI

The people who say that high school is the best four years of your life are obviously idiots. You didn’t have the worst time during those chaotic years, but they certainly weren’t your best. You had one friend. That’s it. One entire friend. Everyone else, they were simply acquaintances. 

So you have no desire to relive those days. But when your very best friend, your only high school friend, Hector, shows you his invite to his class reunion and asks you to go, you know you have to say yes. Hector is a big boy, and he can handle this on his own, but he’s all nervous and giddy at the thought of being reunited with an old crush and you are the only person in the world who can make him feel at ease. 

It’s the worst. 

“Come on, come on, come on!” Hector shouts from your living room for the fourth time in three minutes. He’s really testing your patience. He’s been ready since he woke up this morning. It’s taking you a bit longer since, you know, you don’t want to do this. 

“I don’t know what to wear!” You admit, yelling back at your best friend. Within seconds you hear his annoyed voice coming down the hall. He throws open your bedroom, unbothered by the fact that you’re standing in nothing but your bra and panties. 

He strides over to you, his index finger giving you the point. Frustration wears heavy on his face as he threatens you. “There was only one other openly gay dude at our high school,” he snaps. “And according to Facebook, he’s still single and hot as ever. I’m not going to miss my chance. Do you understand me, sweetpea? I missed out on him once. I’m not going to let that happen again!” 

“Jesus, alright,” you groan, heading back to your closet. You rifle through the few dresses you have, disgusted by everything you see. It’s not the dresses, not really. You’re disgusted in general. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” you sigh, moving your hands to the front of your dress line again. 

“It’s your alma mater, too,” Hector offers as if that’s a great selling point. You both turn your heads to your bedroom door as it cracks open again, your other friend, Andi, joining you two. She mouths a sorry and sits on your bed. 

You ignore her and return to your conversation with Hector. “Not fair,” you pout, pulling out a crimson dress. You shake your head, indefinitely tossing it into the no pile. “I was a freshman. This is your graduating class, not mine.” 

“But you still hung out with the seniors,” Hector points out, joining Andi on your bed. He looks through the clothes you’ve already discarded, frowning at your entire wardrobe. “You’ll catch up with some old friends,” he chooses to say, knowing you had none. 

“You were my only friend,” you point out, turning around and holding a black dress against your frame. Both Hector and Andi nod in approval. And you finally sigh in relief. Can’t go wrong with a little black dress. Even if it is five years old. 

Hector stands up and goes to your jewelry box, rifling through your minimal amount of accessories. He tries on some of your rings, holding his hands up in the mirror to see how he looks. Then he opens his mouth again. 

“Sam Drake is gonna be there,” he says casually as if it’s no big deal. As if that sentence doesn’t make your heart skip a beat. 

You clear your throat, wiping your sweaty palms against your bare thighs. Ew, that didn’t help. Whatever, you shimmy on your dress, pretending you’re not interested in Hector’s thoughts. “I don’t care,” you say. 

All your friend does is chuckle. “You’re such a liar! You know you’re curious.” He teases. 

Andi looks between the two of you, feeling left out. “Who’s Sam Drake?”

Before you can brush off the question, Hector is speaking for you. “Sam Drake was one of the hottest guys in school. And our little princess over here had a huge crush on him. I mean, I did, too. But he was a bit of a slut.” He looks at you. “And I know you’re dying to see him!” 

“I’m really not,” you lie, searching your closet for a pair of shoes. Another annoying step in trying to make yourself look presentable. Eventually, you settle on a simple pair of purple heels that Andi claims “give the perfect pop of color.” Overall, you look good. Once you fix your hair and makeup, you’ll be good to go. That thought makes your stomach churn. “And why would I care?” You shrug. “Sam used to call me shorty and use my head as an armrest.” 

“He was flirting,” Hector says. “And It’s better than what everyone else called you,” he mumbles under his breath. You gasp, eyes widening, hoping Andi didn’t hear that. 

“What did they call you?” She chimes in, excitement swirling in her eyes. Great. 

“They called her BJ,” Hector answers quickly. Too quickly. 

“Hector!” You screech, throwing a shoe at him. It hits his arm and he whines. “Do not! Do-fucking-not!” 

He ignores you, of course, flopping down on your bed next to Andi. He rolls close, sporting a smile. “They said she had perfect blow job lips.” 

Yep. There it is. Out in the open for the entire world. Okay, not the entire world. But Andi, and she’s such a fucking gossip. So that’ll be fun. “No way!” She shouts, a little too excited by this piece of information. 

“What?” You snap, glaring daggers at Hector. Bad Friend Award.  

Your friend giggles and for a moment, your annoyance with Hector is put on pause as you exchange disturbed glances. He raises his shoulders in confusion. “They used to call me Handy Andi!” She says with energy. 

“Oh, honey,” Hector shakes his head, burying his face in your bed. You bite your lip so you don’t say something dumb you can’t take back. 

“What?” She asks innocently. “I gave the best hand jobs in the twelfth grade.” 

“Oh my god,” Hector snorts and excuses himself from the room for a minute. 

“What is this conversation,” you murmur to yourself, ignoring Andi and Hector’s laughing. You head over to your jewelry box, pulling out a pair of purple hoop earrings to match your shoes. You also grab a silver heart pendant that hangs snugly between your breasts. You give yourself a quick once over, somewhat satisfied with your appearance. 

Your dress is simple, black and sleek with a deep v-neck and dipped low in the back. It’s fitted with little wiggle room, but it shows off your assets. You don’t have that pre-puberty awkward body anymore. If you’re going to do this, you might as well look hot. You decide to leave your hair in messy waves, it gives you a slightly mysterious look, which works in your favor. You don’t want these people to know anything about you. 

Lastly, you leave your makeup simple, cool-toned colors to accentuate your outfit choice. And a clear gloss, that yes, brings out the plushness of your lips. If you can’t taunt your enemies at a high school reunion, when can you? 

“Come on, pumpkin, please,” Hector whines as he re-enters your room, face buried in his phone. “Don’t tell me you haven’t stalked him a little bit.” 

“I haven’t,” you say, and that’s the truth. You don’t have much of an online presence, and you like it that way. “I wouldn’t even recognize him,” you declare so sure of yourself. 

“Wow,” your friend blurts, finally looking up at you. “Sweetpea, you look hot.” 

“I know,” you smirk, grabbing your clutch and taking a deep breath. 

“This is going to be so fun!” He shouts, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. 

“It will be,” you say, an evil thought forming in your mind. “I kinda hope Lucas has a boyfriend,” you tease. “The drama would be incredible.” 

“Bitch,” Hector scoffs, dropping his arms from you. “We’re going to be late. Let’s go, snap snap.” 

-

You and Hector pull up to the Radisson, already sick at the sight of the elegant hotel. There are a few people loitering outside who you recognize, and you hope that they won’t notice you. Sensing your nerves, Hector grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze before turning off the car. 

“Ready, Sweetpea?” He asks, and you have no choice. You nod. You take a few deep breaths before exiting the vehicle, waiting for Hector to pass the keys off to the valet. Just inside, in that ballroom, hundreds of memories await you. And for a brief instant, in the tiniest flash of nostalgia, you think about Sam. 

Hector grabs your hand, nodding at the doorman politely. His eyes are already scanning the lobby, searching for any sign of Lucas. You, on the other hand, are keeping your eyes glued to the fancy floor so you don’t accidentally make eye contact with anyone. 

Unfortunately for you, Hector gasps, and you look up. Just across from you at the ballroom entrance is Lucas, the man of Hector’s dreams. You groan, but Hector smiles and drags you across the room. 

A few of his other friends from his old group show up, and before you know it, you’re once again on the outside, listening to their mindless chatter. You’re bored, zoning out as your best friend catches up with his clique and flirts with his crush. This feels like high school all over again. 

You think about excusing yourself to drown your feelings at the bar, but one of the girls talking to Hector stops and basically screams. “Oh, my god! Sam!” 

It’s not her shrill voice that makes you jump, though you’ll be recovering from it for the rest of the night. No, you freeze, petrified because of Sam. The only Sam worth mentioning at your high school was always Samuel Drake. Of course. 

He was in the same grade as Hector, meaning he never paid too much attention to you. He was the cool senior who liked to skip school and hang out with the popular kids. You, well, you were an innocent little freshman. 

Sam was never crude to you the way some of his friends were. And he talked to you like a person. You weren’t friends, but you were friendly enough. And yeah, you had a crush on him like every other girl in school. But Sam never dated. He slept around, and you were never on his radar. 

You feel Hector nudge you, but you refuse to turn around and acknowledge the man. You haven’t seen him since he graduated. You have no idea what he looks like. What if he’s still hot? What if he’s still drop dead gorgeous and you faint on the floor like a freak. How would you explain that one?

Unfortunately for you, Sam doesn’t like being ignored. 

“Not even gonna say hi to me, shorty?” He speaks, making your heart thump. His voice is still the same. He still has that slight accent that made you swoon. “That’s cold, sweetheart.” 

Hell, you can’t deny him. You turn around dramatically. Why? You don’t know. Why not make things even more awkward? Your wavy hair hits Hector in the face, and you smirk as he flinches. 

“Sam,” you say with a fake sweetness in your voice to hide the whimper that wants to escape. Holy fuck, you think. Sam’s even more gorgeous than you remember. His hair is longer, and he’s sporting a new tattoo. But his eyes are the same, save for the aging around them, and his smile is still handsome. He’s bulked out, too. Muscled, toned, and still so damn tall. 

His smile widens when you face him, towering over you like a fucking tree. “Hey princess,” he says, and damn him for being so attractive. “Still beautiful, I see.” Oh, he’s still a sweet talker, too. You are so screwed. Or you’d like to be. Okay, pull it in, girl. 

“Always the charmer,” you reply with a blush. He holds his arms out for you and, you’re unable to resist, sliding into his hold. He hugs you tightly like he actually missed you. And damn, you’ve missed him. 

“You’re so fuckin’ short,” he chuckles, swaying your pliable body however he pleases. You don’t even care, closing your eyes and breathing in his sage scent. “Good to see you, princess,” he says. 

“You too, Sam,” you sigh as you pull away from him. “You look good,” you admit, accidentally letting your eyes sweep over his frame. 

“Can I get you a drink?” He asks, shamelessly checking out your mature figure. It gives you a much needed confidence boost, and you change your posture accordingly, pushing out your chest. Something he appreciates. You flick your eyes upwards in thought, tapping on your chin with your finger. 

“If you can guess--” 

“Red wine,” Sam responds quickly, answering the question you didn't even get to ask.

“Wow, how?” You ask, taken aback. 

“You were the same in high school, classier than everyone else. I saw you drinking it at Hector’s graduation party. Everyone else was getting drunk off cheap beer and wine coolers. Not you,” he declares with a grin. “Don’t know why I never forgot that little tidbit.” 

“Hmm, okay,” you murmur, incapable of keeping the smile off your face. You can't believe Sam remembered something so trivial about you. He mumbles be right back, and you cross your arms, leaning against the wall as you wait for him. Hector slinks up next to you, wiggling his eyebrows. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “What?”

“You’re gonna fuck Sam,” he accuses, catching the attention of a few of his friends. They all give you wild looks, except for one girl who looks upset. You recognize her as the girl who screamed at his appearance earlier. “See, aren’t you glad you came tonight?” He chuckles. “So you can, you know, come tonight.” 

You can’t help it. You kick Hector in the shin with your heel, warning him to shut up. He winces and lets out a cry, stumbling back. The smile stays on his face, though. 

Ahead of you, Sam saunters his way back, and you give Hector a grimace, telling him to behave. Your friend simply shrugs and tiptoes over to his little group. He watches from the corner of his eye as Sam approaches you, red wine in hand. 

“Princess,” he says, passing you the glass. Your hands brush as you grab the stem to take it from him, and you have to turn away so Sam doesn’t see you blush. Truthfully, you’ve been unable to keep your cool since he arrived. You forgot how much he likes to use the nickname Princess. “Do you wanna dance?” He asks, nodding to the dance floor where your other classmates have gathered. 

“No, not at all,” you laugh shyly. You give Sam a small smile, hoping you didn’t offend him by turning down his offer. It’s not that you don’t want to dance with him, you’d love to feel his hands on you; his body close to yours. But you can’t dance. And you don’t want to be near any of these people. 

“Thank god,” Sam chuckles and takes a hefty swig of his drink. “I’d love to be a gentleman, but I can’t dance for shit. I was just trying to be courteous.” 

“You’re sweet,” you say, hiding your smile behind your wine. “But don’t worry about it, I--” 

Once again, you’re cut off before you can finish talking. But this time, it’s by some of the worst people you’ve ever known. Sam’s old gang. The ones who came up with the whole “BJ” thing. Great. 

Sam looks at you, mouthing an apology knowing that you’re about to be majorly uncomfortable. It’s endearing how he seems to care. But there’s no way for you to escape. So you literally down the rest of your wine in one swallow and discard the glass on the floor. 

Sam opens his arm, and you quickly lean into his side, bracing yourself. A rambunctious group of guys stumbles their way over to you, all very loud, yelling Sam’s name. You recognize a few of them. And unfortunately, they recognize you, too. 

“Oh, shit!” One of them yells, nearly falling at your feet. “BJ is that you?” 

You growl, and Sam holds you closer, putting you at ease. “Hey, Jeremy,” Sam swoops in, redirecting the conversation. “How have you been, man?”

“Dude, I’m great,” Jeremy answers loudly, clapping Sam on the shoulder. Jeremy Rogers. One of the most annoying men you’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. He was the one who gifted you the nickname. Fucker. 

“Saw you got married?” Sam makes light conversation, and you can’t help but make a face. Who would marry Jeremy? Poor girl. 

“I did, I did,” he grins. “Total babe. You remember Roxanne Holt?” Sam nods, familiar with the name. You remember her, too. Oh, she's too pretty for him. Too nice, as well. “She’s Roxanne Rogers now!” Jeremy shouts much too noisily. You let out a scoff, and that grabs his attention. Fuck. “But damn, enough about me. Sammy, can’t believe you landed this babe.” 

“Gross,” you mumble, unable to keep your mouth shut. 

“Hey,” Jeremy frowns, and the rest of the guys behind him whistle. “I’m just jealous Sam gets to experience these pretty little lips.” He shuffles towards you, but Sam is able to pull you away before Jeremy touches you. 

“You’re married, remember?” You spit, burying yourself in Sam's side. 

“Yeah, but she’s not here,” Jeremy winks, dragging his eyes over your body. He makes a noise of approval and licks his lips. He then looks at Sam. “And I’m sure Sammy over here wouldn’t mind sharing. Wouldn’t be the first time, right Drake?” 

“Oh,” you scoff and shimmy out of Sam’s hold. He tries to grab you, but you brush him off and stomp your way towards the elevators. You have no idea where you’re going. You don’t have a room in this hotel. But you can’t be in that damn ballroom any longer. 

You’re annoyed. Beyond annoyed. And you’re not mad at Sam. He was trying to help. You just hate the fact that he was ever friends with Jeremy. He’s disgusting.  

“Damn,” Jeremy chuckles, as do the boys behind him. “She’s moody, huh? You need to give her a good fuck.” Sam rolls his eyes and distances himself from the group. 

“Sober up, J,” he says before turning around to follow you. 

The elevator dings and you get off on the fourth floor. You’re not sure why, but it spoke to you. You don’t have a room; you don’t have a key. All you can do is stand in the hallway. But it beats being downstairs with those freaks. 

As you pace down the lux hallway, you hear the elevator doors open. You turn in a panic, afraid Jeremy or someone decided to follow you. To your surprise, it’s Sam. You’re not sure how to feel about that. 

“I’m sorry, princess,” he says as he approaches you. “That was totally uncalled for. And gross.” 

“They’re dicks, it doesn’t matter,” you huff, stopping in front of a random door. 

Sam sighs and steps around you, reaching into his suit pocket and producing a key. You watch curiously as he steps up to the door and sticks the key into the slot. It blinks green and unlocks, allowing him to enter. Damn. Looks like your brain was trying to tell you something.  

“I should have stood up for you more back then,” Sam says as he ushers you into his room. He drops the key onto the table by the bathroom and shakes off his jacket. You try not to watch him, but it’s hard to avert your eyes. He’s hot as fuck. 

“You did enough,” you finally answer, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’re in Sam’s hotel room. That your brain subconsciously brought you here. “We were in high school, we all would have made different choices,” you say as you examine his space. 

Sam bobs his head in understanding and strolls over to the bed. He sits on the edge, patting the vacant spot next to him. You don’t budge, standing your ground by the door. He laughs a little; you’re exactly the same. “It’s really good to see you,” he says again, repeating his earlier words. 

“It’s good to see you, too,” you beam and wander closer to him. “You have a room here? Hoping to get lucky?” 

“Hardly,” Sam chuckles and pulls out his phone. “I don’t live too far away, but I didn’t want to crash with Nate and Elena. So I thought I’d get a room for the night. Plus, I kind of planned on drinking. Like a lot. Didn’t want to drive.” 

“Smart,” you reply and fall into a silence. Sam types out something on his phone before tossing it on the bed. You consider leaving because, really, what’s the point in you being here? But as you make the decision to go, Sam speaks up again. 

“You know, I don’t want to sound like a perv, but I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you,” he confesses, giving you a shy smile. 

“Seriously?” You ask, holding back a laugh. 

“Yeah, I just felt like a creep,” he mumbles, looking away, ashamed. “I mean, you were so young.” 

“Three years apart isn’t that bad,” you say, now fully invested in his confession. 

“Yeah, but 14 and 17 are,” he whispers. And that’s fair. It would have been insanely weird and repulsive if anything would have happened between you two back then. “I wasn’t going to be that douchebag that preyed on younger girls.” 

You nod, respecting his choice. “Right, you liked the college girls,” you tease him. 

“Some of them,” he admits with a slight blush. You loosen up a little, leaning against the dresser across from where Sam is sitting on the bed. The air is much lighter now. And you feel comfortable. 

“Well, in the interest of total honesty, I had a crush on you, too,” you say quickly, under your breath, hoping he doesn’t hear you. But of course, he does. 

“Oh, yeah?” he smirks and shifts on the bed. “Is that why you decided to come here tonight?” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Not at all, I’m here for Hector,” you assure him. “Moral support, you know. Lucas is here…” You trail off, hoping Sam believes you. The look he’s giving you is so mischievous, though. And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re alone in a room with him with the ability to do anything. 

“So I’m just a bonus?” Sam prods, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. Looks like he's having the same thoughts you are. 

“I suppose you were part of the convincing,” you sigh, trying to look anywhere but at his ridiculously handsome face.  

“I’m flattered,” he says smoothly. And you don’t miss the change of tone in his voice. Okay, if you’re not careful, something can unfold here. The main question is, do you want it to? Yes, yes you do. 

“Sure,” you flirt, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You stand straight and Sam’s eyes drop to your cleavage. 

“I have to confess,” he begins, sweeping his eyes over the rest of your body. His gaze is different than Jeremy’s. As in, you want it. And he doesn’t creep you out when he looks at you. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight. You’re very hard to track down. I’m not exactly internet savvy, but I asked Nathan if he’d heard from you. Nothing.” 

You feel proud of your secrecy. It’s your main goal in life. Be invisible. “I don’t have any social media accounts,” you tell him. “I don’t want anyone to know anything about me.” 

“That’s kinda hot,” he razzes, and you laugh.  

There’s just something about Sam that makes you happy. He’s fun and full of life. It’s just something that radiates off of him. It’s contagious. 

“Thanks for never being a jerk to me,” you tell him, grateful that even though his friends were dicks, he never treated you like shit. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” he expresses. “I only teased you about the height because I think it’s cute.” 

“And you’re a fucking giant.”

Sam snorts and goes to stand. You feel sad that your private time with him is ending so quickly. “We should head back out there,” he states, seeming about as thrilled as you.  

Now or never. What would Hector do? What would Hector tell you to do? Fuck. “Or we could stay in here,” you say, keeping your voice calm even though you’re terrified of rejection. 

That captures Sam’s attention. “Really?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, fully committing to the role. You walk over to him, faking your confidence. But he either can’t tell or doesn’t care because he lets you push him back onto the bed. Staring in anticipation as you bite your lip and grip his shoulders. 

He gulps, trying to keep his hormones in check when what he really wants is to grab you and throw you on the bed. “What did you have in mind?” He asks. 

“I can give you something everyone wants,” you reply. 

His gaze falls to your lips. Your perfectly plush glossy lips that are saying things he’s only dreamed of. “Princess,” he whispers, reaching out for you. “That’s…”

“I want to, Sam. I’ve wanted to for a long, long time,” you tell him and drop to your knees. 

His eyes darken, hand automatically cupping your face. “I’m not gonna stop you,” he says with a lazy smile. 

You hum and slide the hair tie off your wrist, pulling your hair back into a ponytail and out of your face. He groans at the action, getting louder as you slide your hands up his thigh. Sam lets out a shaky breath as your polished nails scratch over the fabric of his slacks. 

“You okay?” You ask sweetly, smirking at the growing bulge in his pants. God, you feel so powerful like this. “You seem a little nervous.” 

“N-no,” he stutters, inhaling through his nose when you brush your fingers over his crotch. “I mean, I’m g-great,” he sighs, dropping his head back as you undo his pants. “I’m just gonna…” He trails off, silencing himself. 

“Cute,” you chuckle, dipping your hand into his slacks, past the band of his boxers. You can hear Sam gasp as you wrap your hand around his painfully hard dick, squeezing lightly. “Sounds like you’ve wanted this for a long time, too, huh?” 

“Princess, you have no idea,” Sam grunts, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch you. He stares in awe as you pull his cock out, the sight of your slender fingers wrapped around his thickness is almost too much. “Shit, that’s hot,” he moans. 

An airy laugh bubbles from your throat as you take Sam in both hands. You start slow, pumping him at a steady rhythm, using the precum dripping from his leaking tip to lather him up. His eyes flutter closed, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, masking his guttural sounds.

You feel him throb in your hands, speeding up the twist of your wrists, jerking him faster. He starts to unfold beneath you, already weakened by your touch. Your magic hands work his shaft, your tongue poking out from your pretty lips to flick across his tip. 

“Oh, fuck, princess,” Sam moans, jutting his hips up in reaction. You giggle and swirl your tongue around his flushed head, gathering more of his salty slick on your lips. He opens his eyes, gazing down as you roll his seed over your tongue before swallowing. You press hot, wet kisses to the underside of his dick as you continue to stroke him, mouthing his balls when you reach them. Sam grunts and tangles his hand in your ponytail. “Holy fuck.”

“So big, Sam,” you moan, one hand pumping his cock while the other massages his balls. Your mouth returns to his tip, gently sucking the head past your lips. His hips buck up, dick begging for access to your hot mouth, but you deny him. Pulling back just enough for him to pop out of your mouth. He glares at you, and you smile. “Oops,” you shrug. 

“You’re a tease,” he scolds but quickly shuts up when you take him back into your mouth. “Fuck, okay,” he gasps as your soft lips slide down his length. “Keep doing that,” he moans, stiffening his grip on your ponytail. 

You remove your hands, placing them firmly on Sam’s knees as you bob your head up and down. His cock slides across your tongue with ease, filling your mouth in ways you only craved. His salty taste lingers as he glides past your lips, and you have to moan at the sensation. Your slurping sounds echo throughout the hotel room, and Sam can’t hold off any longer, forcing your head down on his cock. 

You gag, but relax your jaw and let Sam use your mouth to his pleasure. His hips jerk up as he holds your head still, his moans loud and filthy as he fucks your face. He’s fast and hard and your eyes water with each rough thrust. But you love it. You love the way Sam uses you, but you’re still in charge of this night. This is your gift to him. 

Using what strength you have, you rustle out of Sam’s hold, listening to him whimper as he falls out of your mouth. You have to admit, it’s an attractive sound. But you can’t give him everything. Not right now. 

“Impatient,” you purr, holding him in your hand. Your velvety tongue licks up his length, teasing the head before slapping his cock against your tongue. You repeat this until he moans your name, a sound so erotic you know your panties are ruined. 

Your hand cups his balls as you take him into your mouth entirely, without hesitation. He hits the back of your throat, and you moan around him, sending pleasant vibrations throughout his body. “Princess, I’m g-gonna cum,” he groans. 

Once again, you pop him out of your mouth, your spit smearing from your lips over his cock. “Cum in my mouth, Sam,” you mewl. “I wanna taste you. I want your cum, please, Sam.” 

“You’re hot, polite, and you want to swallow my load,” Sam chuckles. “Marry me.” 

“Slow your roll there, stud bucket,” you tease, taking him back into your mouth. Sam collapses on the bed as you swallow around him, easing him down your throat. You hold your head down for a few seconds until your eyes water again. You bring your hand back up, stroking him quickly while you suck him off. 

It takes only seconds after that for Sam to cum. He grabs your head and holds you in place as he shoots down your throat, your name rolling off his tongue. “Fuck, princess, feels so good,” he groans. 

Your tongue flattens, and you slide Sam out your mouth, licking him clean, swallowing everything. He watches with heavy eyes, ready to lunge at you. You don’t even get the chance to stand before Sam is on you, crashing his lips against yours. His kiss is rough and sloppy, but it takes your breath away. 

“Sam,” you whimper, pushing him away. “Fuck, as much as I’d love to continue this…” 

“Wait, you can’t leave,” he pouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again, harder this time. It would be so easy for you to give in, rip off your clothes and ride Sam into oblivion, but you can’t. Not right now. 

“I have to get back to Hector,” you say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “That was fun, though!” You chirp as you stand and straighten out your dress. You shake your hair out of the ponytail, moaning a little at the relief that comes with it. 

Sam watches you, dumbfounded. “You’re really gonna ditch me for your friend?” 

You shrug, handing him your phone. “I know where your room is,” you say as Sam inputs his number into your phone. “I’ll be back.” 

“You better be,” he says, standing up as well. He towers over you, slipping your phone back to you. He leans into you, hot air pulsing over your ear. “I’m already counting the ways I can make you cum.” 

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