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Panic Room // Jake Seresin

Summary: Between his ex, bird strikes and suicidal mission parameters it’s hard to keep a lid on things. So when you help Jake through a panic attack in the locker room, you become his lifelong lifeline.

Warnings: Panic Attacks. Mentions of bisexuality. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!reader.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author Note: Day Eight of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Panic Attack. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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It’s the way Jake's flight suit feels on his body that comes first. Usually the Normex onesie doesn’t bother him, but as he made strides up the tarmac straight for the hanger, it felt like the weight of the world had come down on him. Crushing his existence, petrifying his soul.

“Hey Hangman—“ He doesn’t register whose voice it is until he sees Fanboy racing up beside him. “You okay man?” Jake doesn’t respond, he just keeps putting one foot in front of the other until he’s found himself back in the locker room. It’s empty, thank god.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Next it’s the heat, his body temperature has skyrocketed. He can feel his skin boiling against the surface of the sink he’s choosing to rest his palms on while he stares himself down in the mirror. Jake can recognise the reddish hume that’s taking his cheeks hostage and the ruby red rash that’s littering his neck. A physical attribute that gave away immediately what was happening.

But he couldn't stop the fear from consuming him entirely.

“No no no no no—“ Not long after the heat had started to overwhelm him, the palpitations began. Jake could feel his heart hammering away inside his chest and while he tried to calm himself down by splashing water across his face, it didn’t seem to help. It didn’t curve the rise of his panic—the overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety that crept up on him like a title wave growing and growing and growing in the distance.

You know something’s building, but by the time you understand that it’s a wall of water heading your way you’re already caught in its deathly path. Unable to run, unable to get out of the way. You have nothing left to do except to hold your breathe and hopefully float up to the top of the wall of water coming at you at a hundred miles an hour.

“100–“ It’s a coping mechanism. “96, 92, 88–“ Jake Seresin has done this for many years and he’d continue to do it for many more. “84, 80–“ But it’s not helping, nothings helping. “Okay, you’re okay—“ Nothing ever helps, not the usually cool, calm and cock sure Aviator that people look at for reassurance in themselves. Jake wasn't afraid of anything–not according to his fellow aviators. So when he watched from the rec room as Bob and Phoenix burned in, he knew that he had to get out of the line of sight before he completely lost his mind.

“Fuck!” Jake pushed himself away from the sink and started to make his way over to his locker, he’d just watched Natasha Phoenix Trace and Robert Bob Floyd fall from the sky before their F-18 crashed into a fiery ball of debris and it sparked the fuse, the ever looming presence of existential danger that lingered over Jake. The fear he had since day one, that he’d burn in and burn in alone.

The panic attacks though, they started right after his first air to air kill. Something about the gravity of taking another life really made his heart race. They got worse however when Bradley Rooster Bradshaw broke his heart, left him high and dry and said he couldn’t do their relationship anymore. Jake thought it was ironic that his callsign was Hangman when it was always Bradshaw that was leaving him out to dry.

And being here? In Miramar with his ex boyfriend skulking around like he was the most downtrodden man on planet earth and his colleagues falling from the sky and the goddamn mission parameters that sounded an awful lot like a suicide mission, made up a perfectly concocted environment to seemingly disintegrate the facade of an egomaniacal man who just couldn’t stand to be second place.

Jake had worked too hard on his exoskeleton persona for it to be flawed by panic attacks. He wouldn't let his colleague see him like this, so weak and broken and–

“Hangman?” Fuck….

Your voice sounded muffled at first, maybe it was because of the buzzing in Jake's ears or the fact he could practically feel his blood pumping in his veins. “Jake?” But the more you spoke the clearer your voice became. “Fanboy said he saw you run in here, you alright?”

“Fine.” Jake struggled out as he undid his flight suit and ripped his arms from the sleeves. “All good.” You knew he was lying, you could hear the struggle in his voice. But when you saw how soaked his black T-shirt was against his skin, you knew it had to have been bad.

“Hangman?” You stepped a little closer, slowly, like you were trying your very best not to spook a wild animal. “You can talk to me, if you want to.” You and Jake were considered for the most part to be friendly. For a little while before you were called back to TopGun—you were his wing woman when you were both assigned/attached to the strike fighter squadron VFA-151 Vigilantes. “But if you say you’re okay, I believe you.” You and Jake had gotten close there at one point, and maybe in another life the two of you could have been more.

But it wasn't meant to be. He was far too arrogant for his own good and you were far too inside your one head to be able to deal with such an extraverted soul.

“I’m—“ Jake stopped himself for a moment as he spun around to lean against the lockers. He couldn’t stop the panic as his hands shook and his heart raced, causing him to hyperventilate. “It’s just a—“

“Panic attack.” You finished Jake's sentence for him as you moved closer to sit on the bench in front of where he stood. You didn’t want to invade his personal space, but you wanted him to know that you weren’t going anywhere unless he asked you to leave. “My uh—my sister would experience them pretty frequently when we were teenagers, she always felt like she was dying.”

“I can’t breathe.” Jake had all the coping mechanisms he ever needed in order to persevere through an attack. But right now? With you sitting in front of him as he leaned up against the lockers with a heavy heart inside his chest and skin that looked flushed to the touch—he’d forgotten them all. “I can’t breathe!”

“Okay.” You stood slowly, reaching out for Jake’s hands to give them a firm squeeze. “Here, squeeze my hand back.” You’d never seen your wingman like this before, so vulnerable. Jake was normally this broad shouldered man with emerald green eyes who could conquer anything. He’d said it himself at the Hard Deck, the mission didn’t confront him. But it clearly did. “Come on, squeeze my hands.” When Jake finally did what you were asking him to do, you smiled softly up at him and reached out for his cheek to gently rub the pad of your thumb across the flushed skin of his cheek.

“Good, now look at me Hangman.” Jake again did as he was told and you really had to stop yourself from getting lost in his emerald gaze. “Take a deep breath in, hold it just for two seconds, and slowly exhale alright? I’ll do it with you, keep squeezing my hands.”

Jake never took his eyes off you as he slowly but surely did as you instructed. He slid down the lockers, his knees had become too weak to hold the weight of the world that had crumbled around him.

“I don't even know why–” Jake tried to speak as he slowly but surely slid down the lockers, his back scratched against the doors as he did so. “Why you’re doing this?”

“Easy, easy big guy.” You cooed as you followed Jake down as his back slid down the lockers. You sat next to him, taking deep breaths in and exhaling just the same. Still squeezing each other's hands until Jake wasn’t hyperventilating anymore. “And we’re friends aren't we? Or something like that, it's what friends do I guess.”

“Are they alright?” Jake sighed as he let his head fall to your shoulder, exhausted and completely numb. “Phoenix and Bob?” You knocked your boot against Jakes in return.

“Yeah, they’ll probably be kept overnight for observation but I’ll check with Mav once I’m finished with you.” You replied as you just sat with Jake, still hand in hand. He didn’t want to let go. “And for the record, I don’t think you should be picking fights with your ex in the middle of debriefing sessions—if you still love him, just tell him man, my god.”

“Bradshaw doesn't deserve it, he likes to play the victim of his own confidence.” It was the first time Jake had actually confirmed to you that Bradley was in fact the ex that left him out to dry. There had been a few nights over a few beers that Jake had mentioned his ex boyfriend, but never did he ever mention a name. You only started to connect the dots once you were here and had seen the pair of them interact. “I just like stirring the pot.” Jake smiled as he felt his heart rate settling. “Probably stirred the pot a little too much though.” He sighed before admitting defeat. “I haven’t had a real bad one like that for a while.”

“If you ever have one again, you can always call me.” You say without hesitation. “I mean it, I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me do you?” Jake asked as he raised his head from your shoulder. You turned to look up at him and nodded. “Best wingman around, aren't you Ace?” You could tell Jake was settling into his skin again, the panic had begun to subside into his mind again, the adrenaline had begun to deplete and he was mellowing out. He was calming down. You had calmed him down.

“Someone’s gotta look after you.” It was the nonchalant shrug that made Jake chuckle. He liked you, he always had. You were fun and energetic and never had a bad thing to say about anyone, including him. Which was refreshing all things considered, everyone always had someone bad to say about Jake Seresin.

“And that someone’s you?” Jake even thought to himself a time or two that he could see himself rebuilding his love life with you. Meaningless one night stands were fine, but he wanted more—he needed depth and intelligence that buckle bunnies and Bradley Bradshaw never seemed to give him. All the lights were on and yet no one was home with that man.

“Unfortunately that responsibility was bestowed upon me.” You teased as you stood and reached out to give Jake a hand up. He took it even though he didn’t need it. “So yeah, I’ve got you anytime you need me.”

“I’ll do my best to remember that.” Jake replied as he cleared his throat, the room spun for a moment but he caught himself quickly. “I should probably have a shower.”

“Yeah—just don’t have the water too hot, it can mess with you after an attack.” You explained like it was knowledge that just roamed free in your kind. Jake raised a single brow your way. He knew. He knew by the crescent moon scars in your palms that you knew what it was like to drown on dry land.

“Like I said, my sister gets them bad too.”

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The Endless Darkness and Mystery of the Ocean Is Becoming A Bit Tempting To Dive Into Now

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Pairing: Ex!John B Routledge x female!reader, JJ Maybank x female!reader (all over 18)

TW:18+ smut, piv. unprotected sex. size kink(?), squirting, drug use, angst, violence, brief mention of blood,I think thats it

Summary: After ending things with one of your best friends, you see JJ in whole new light. the problem is you can't tell John B, but everything comes to light eventually. (Based on this request)

Word Count:4.4k

A/N: please excuse any typos, its 2 am and im delirious. also I couldn't choose between these gifs so have them both

Ever since the breakup things have been… tense, to say the least. You've been friends with the pogues since you could walk; they're like your family.

A year ago, your relationship with John B blossomed into something more and up until last month, the two of you had been a picture-perfect couple.

However, after everything with the treasure hunt and deserted island, something just changed. Your heart wasn't in it anymore, and John B agreed. Though it was mutual, it still put a strain on the group.

It's not like a normal breakup where you don't have to see each other anymore. Your entire friend group is shared, and you still have to hang out with him every day. It's getting easier, but how do you recover when you went from best friends to lovers and back again?

Walking away obviously isn't an option for either of you, so you're just trying to make the best of the situation.

You've found solace in JJ, the two of you growing even closer in the midst of your heartache. Which is exactly how you found yourself sitting at the end of the dock passing a joint back and forth.

The two of you have been laughing hysterically at nothing for the past hour when JJ suddenly goes quiet. You look over with a frown and find the man staring off into space. You wave your hand in front of his face with a small giggle.

"Earth to JJ. Anybody there?"

It's lighthearted, but his face is dangerously serious when he turns to look at you.

"I liked you first, you know."

The words hang in the air, thick and heavy as they register in your hazy mind.

"No, I don't know. What the hell are you talking about?"

You're genuinely confused at the random confession. You'd be lying if you said you don't find JJ attractive, but you never thought he'd see you in that light. He lets out an exasperated huff as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"I liked you before John B. That's why we made up the whole 'no pogue on pogue macking' rule. We found out we both wanted you, so instead of fighting, we made a truce and promised not to pursue it. I kept my word, he didn't."

He takes another hit of the joint and blows it toward the night sky, a thick white cloud dissipating in front of his face. He doesn't seem to realize the gravity of what he just said, but you feel like you're suffocating.

JJ liked you so much that they made up a rule?

"JJ.."

Your voice is soft as you reach out to grab his hand and his eyes dart down to where your flesh touches his.

"It's fine, Bambi. You didn't know, it's in the past now."

Your heart clenches at the nickname only he's allowed to use, and suddenly you feel tears sting your eyes. He's called you that since you were kids, your habit of falling and bumping into things earning you the fitting moniker.

"Is it?" You whisper, and you notice his breath catch.

That's all the answer you need and without thinking, you lean forward. He stares at you with wide eyes but doesn't pull back.

The moment your lips touch you realize how stupid you've been. Things were great with John B, you have chemistry and history, but it never felt like this. Electricity crackles under your skin, every nerve feeling like a live wire threatening to electrocute you.

He stiffens for a moment before succumbing to the sensation of your mouth massaging his. He's dreamed about this since seventh grade, and you're so much sweeter than he ever could have imagined.

The kiss deepens and you moan quietly as the taste of mint, beer, and weed mingles on your tastebuds.

He pulls away to breathe and you chase his lips, desperate to feel them again. Kissing him is like you were brought to life, suddenly aware of how dull the world has been all these years.

You didn't know what you had been missing, and now that you do, you're not sure you can make peace with not having it.

Your eyes slowly flutter open to find JJ already staring at you, and your fingers brush against the soft pink skin as if to make sure it's still there. His eyes are filled with love and lust, pupils blown, and you know he felt it too.

It's late, most likely early morning by now, and the rest of the group went to bed hours ago. You look around to make sure no one is watching, the only illumination coming from the moon and white Christmas lights strung around the wood railing.

As soon as you know you won't be caught, you lunge forward and JJ instantly wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel his muscles bulge as he maneuvers himself on top of you, his lips ravishing yours like a man starved.

Your movements are rushed and hasty, the idea of being seen looming over the two of you like a dark cloud. You lean your head back as his mouth moves down to your neck, the feeling nothing short of euphoric.

His lips are so soft, a stark contrast to the rough calloused texture of his hands as they roam under your shirt. He moves quickly, pulling down your bikini top and brushing his thumbs over your perked nipples.

Time seems to move at warp speed and in slow motion simultaneously as he unbuttons your shorts; your own hands moving down to his swim trunks. You can feel he's hard already, and he lets out a low groan when your slender fingers wrap around his thick cock.

Even without seeing him, you can tell he's bigger than John B.

The denim stings your freshly shaved legs as he drags them down the tan skin, a deep moan reverberating in his throat as he takes in the sight of your half-naked body below him. He stops abruptly and you look at him, concern written on your features.

"I don't have a condom."

You bite back a smartass remark about JJ Maybank not keeping a rubber in his pocket and settle instead for nipping at his Adam's apple.

"I'm on birth control."

He seems to like your response as he drops his head into the crook of your neck and rubs his tip through your folds to spread the wetness. Under different circumstances, you'd beg to taste him. But now is not the time, and you're certain you'll get the chance later.

He looks to you for confirmation, and you give it with a short nod.

You hiss as he pushes in an inch, the burning sensation as he stretches your heat taking you by surprise. You'd never had this problem with John B.

"I know, sweet girl. You can take it, I promise. I'll go slow."

He's speaking through clenched teeth and you know he's exercising a painful amount of restraint. He pulls back and pushes in a little more, repeating the movement a few times as you adjust to his size.

You gasp loudly at the feeling of being full, your eyes rolling back as he hits a spot you didn't know you had.

"Almost, baby. You're doing so good."

Your eyes snap open and peer into his, a look of sheer bewilderment on your face.

"That's not all of it?"

You don't think about the absurdity of the question until a playful smirk breaks out on JJ's face and your head rolls back in embarrassment.

With one more short thrust, you feel his hips meet yours and breathe a sigh of relief.

He stays still for a moment, waiting for your cue, which you give him in the form of lifting your hips.

He starts at a slow pace, testing the waters, and your mouth drops open. You briefly feel guilt over the fact you never let John B hit it raw, despite his incessant begging, but the thought is quickly erased.

You can feel every single inch of JJ, and your mind goes completely blank. He takes this as a good sign and speeds up a bit. His arm wraps around your hips, angling you up, and you let out a sharp whine at the new feeling.

He's pounding into you relentlessly now, each sharp thrust slamming his pelvis against your clit, and loud mewls rip from your throat each time he makes contact. You feel his hand cover your mouth to quiet you, but it doesn't do much to stifle the sheer volume of you screaming his name.

"As much as I love hearing those pretty sounds, and my name rolling off your tongue, you need to be quiet before you wake John B up. Can you do that for me, Bambi?"

His voice is strained, and the thought that you're the cause has delicious white hot heat bubbling in your abdomen. You nod against his palm and he resumes his brutal fucking.

It's not long before you feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap, and JJ knows you're close by the way your legs tremble and your chest arches into his.

The hand that was over your mouth drops down to where the two of you meet, and he rubs fast circles on your clit. You try desperately to silence yourself, your teeth drawing blood from your bottom lip as you clamp down.

JJ stops and removes his hand just long enough to push your shirt up so it's in your mouth before resuming his assault.

"Come on, Y/N. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. I'm dying to know what that pretty face looks like when you come."

The sound of him growling your name pushes you over the edge and your body convulses as pleasure you've never experienced before rips through your body. Every muscle seems to contract as your vision goes white and your fingers and toes tingle from the intensity of it all.

JJ fucks you through it, your own release triggering his as your pussy squeezes him with a vice-like grip he knows he'll feel for weeks. He paints your walls with a loud grunt, his face contorted beautifully from the force of his orgasm.

It takes you longer than usual to come down, your lingering high amplifying even the slightest sensation. You slowly feel your breathing calm down, and peel your eyes open to find a spent JJ staring down at you in wonder.

"There she is. You did so well, take some deep breaths for me okay? I don't need you hyperventilating and passing out on me."

You smile tiredly at the comedic relief, your body going completely limp as you regain feeling. You lay there and consider just sleeping outside as JJ pulls out carefully and starts cleaning you up.

"Do you usually do that?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you will your limbs to work.

"Do what?"

There's a brief pause before he answers, and when he does your eyes snap open.

"Squirt. Because it was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I kind of want to make you do it again."

Your body seems to kick into gear as you prop up on your elbows, and you stare at him in shock.

"Uh no, not really. I didn't even know I could do that."

You don't miss the victorious smile on his face, no doubt happy that he finally beat John B to something. You can't help but match his expression when his dimple pops out and he plops down next to you.

Neither of you says anything as you bask in the afterglow but you know you're both thinking the same thing. There's no coming back from this.

"Is it weird that it didn't feel weird?" You wonder quietly and his head flops to the side to observe your face.

"No, I don't think so. It kind of felt like something we should have been doing the whole time."

You breathe a sigh of relief and nod.

"I'm glad you said that, because I'd be super fucking bummed if we never did that again."

His bubbly laugh fills your ears and you lace your fingers through his gently. Another silence falls, and you're just about to stand when JJ speaks again.

"We can't tell John B, or anybody for that matter. Not for a while at least. We have to keep this on the down low."

There's a tinge of sadness in his voice and you nod solemnly.

"I know."

The next three months continue with you and JJ hooking up anytime you get the chance. It's not easy having to sneak around, especially when you're never alone. Making up excuses and cover stories is getting harder, and you know the group is getting suspicious.

One night after you managed a quickie, JJ is sitting out by the fire with John B just chatting when everything comes to a screeching halt.

"Why so glum?" JJ teases, and John B takes a long swig of his beer.

He's been staring blankly at the flames for twenty minutes now, and the silence is starting to irritate JJ.

"I'm still in love with her and I don't know how to stop."

John B's voice is barely audible, but JJ hears him crystal clear. In a matter of seconds, the guilt of his secret relationship with you crushes him and bile rises in his throat.

It's not just hooking up anymore, the two of you have developed real feelings and made it exclusive. Meanwhile, as he's living in bliss, his best friend is still torn up about you.

"I didn't realize it was that serious. I thought the breakup was mutual."

JJ tries to best to conceal his rapid breathing as he chokes on air, and it seems to work as John B releases a bitter laugh.

"I didn't want her to feel bad. What was I supposed to do when she said she wanted to end it? Confess my undying love and guilt her into staying?"

JJ doesn't have a response to that as his mind is sent reeling. Two best friends, both in love with their other best friend. How the fuck does he always get himself into these impossible situations?

He tries not to think about the fact your cum is dried on his boxers or that there's still an imprint from your lipstick smeared on his cock. He feels like John B can sense the pictures of him fucking you on his phone, and gets the urge to chuck it in the ocean.

"You just need to get laid, bro. She'll be off your mind in no time."

It's all he can muster before standing and basically sprinting into the chateau. He feels bad leaving his friend in a time of need, but he was choking like a fish out of water.

He knows it's bullshit. He's absolutely certain that after having you, he would never be able to move on. Not fully.

How could he when he's felt your loving touch and let you into the deepest corners of his heart? It's even worse to know that John B is in love with you when your heart is reserved solely for him now.

His feet carry him to you instantly, and the look on his face has you following him into the guest room without question. That seems to be a new ability he's gained since dating you. He always knows where you are, like his heart and body can sense you before his mind does.

"What going on?"

You cup his cheek the way you always do, and he leans into your touch. Normally it would bring him comfort, but hurt shoots through your chest when he seems to realize what he's doing and recoils.

"Did you know he's in love with you?"

The question takes you by surprise, and you try to get caught up to speed.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

His hand runs through his hair as he turns around, and he just as quickly whips back to face you.

"John B!" His voice is just below yelling and he lowers to a harsh whisper when he realizes.

"JB just told me he's still in love with you, Y/N."

You shake your head in disbelief and pace back and forth a few times before stopping.

"JJ, we never even said I love you. It's been months, why would he still have feelings for me?"

Despite dating for a year, you could never bring yourself to say the words. You do love John B, but you could never figure out why you weren't in love with him. It didn't make sense, not until you fell for JJ.

You're nearing panic as you resume pacing and JJ throws his hands up.

"Y/N, have you seen yourself? Who wouldn't be in love with you?"

You stop all of a sudden and turn slowly to look at your boyfriend.

"What?"

His brain seems to lag for a moment and you catch the exact millisecond he realizes what he said.

"No, I- I didn't me-"

You cut him off with two strides forward and he shrinks under your intense gaze.

"No, you asked who wouldn't be in love with me. Are you in love with me?"

He lets out a frustrated groan and rubs his hand down his tired face.

"Don't change the subject."

You scoff and quirk an eyebrow, suddenly much more interested in the man standing a mere six inches away from you.

"I'm not. You're the one who said it. So what's the answer? I'm not letting it go.

He ponders his options for a second before relenting. He knows you, and he knows that you will get an answer come hell or high water.

"Yes, okay? But now is not the time, so can we please put a pin in it?"

You smile brightly and kiss his cheek before standing flat on your feet again.

"Fine. For the record, I'm in love with you too. So what are we going to do?"

You can't help but think how cute he looks as the wheels turn in his head, and he gives a playful glare as you stare at him with heart eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, baby. We can't tell him, not now."

Your shoulders drop as you deflate. You know he's right, but it still sucks.

"I'm tired of hiding us." You murmur and JJ's features soften as he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Me too, but we have to be careful about this. Just a little bit longer, okay?"

He kisses the top of your head as you nod against his shoulder and pull back. The two of you compose yourselves, hiding any sign of affection, before trekking back out to the rest of the group.

A month later, you're all sitting around the bonfire after a kegger; a little too much alcohol coursing through your systems. You've settled into a game of truth or dare, loud laughs being shared as you all do ridiculous tasks and share secrets.

You're sitting across from JJ and he shoots you a wink when it's your turn.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" Sarah asks and you press your finger to your chin pretending to think for a second before answering.

"Truth."

You instantly regret it as she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her and John B have gotten cozier since his confession last month and you're glad he's finally moving on. The problem is since you've both experienced a relationship with him, it opens you up to a whole new level of personal questions.

"Where's the craziest place you've had sex?"

You don't catch the smirk on John B's face as he takes a sip from his cup, thinking about the time you fucked on the open beach. He's sure that's your answer, and he almost chokes when you respond with something different.

"Either on the hood of a police car or on a motorcycle."

Your answer is immediate and you don't give it a second thought before spitting it out. It doesn't occur to you that your ex is sitting five feet away and that it most definitely wasn't with him; or that he knows you only had sex one other time before him in the bathroom at a party.

You don't realize that you just told him you've hooked up with someone since the breakup, and you don't see the way JJ tenses as your words linger in the air.

Sarah barks out a surprised laugh while raising her cup to cheers you.

"Who knew you were such a daredevil."

John B certainly didn't. You're about to move on when Kie interjects.

"Wait,"

JJs eyes squeeze shut when he realizes what's coming. This is terrible timing and the second worst way for the secret to be revealed. The only thing that could top this is being caught red-handed.

"JJ, didn't you tell me you hooked up with a girl on top of a cop car like three months ago?"

His mouth opens and shuts a few times as he fumbles for words while Pope adds fuel to the already scorching fire.

"Hold up, you told me you fucked a girl on your dirt bike two weeks ago."

As soon as he says it, JJ wishes the ground would swallow him whole. He could have passed one off as a coincidence, but both? It's not exactly common to hook up in those locations, and he knows you're caught.

His silence and your beet red face only confirm the suspicions, as realization dawns on everybody at the same time.

"Holy shit." Kie mutters and you don't dare look at John B as his eyes bore into the side of your face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice is laced with venom and you wince, instantly kicking yourself for your lapse in judgment.

Everybody jumps to their feet and your head spins as chaos breaks out. You're decidedly too drunk and not drunk enough for this and evaporating into thin air seems like a good idea right about now.

"He's my best fucking friend! You left me so you could fuck him? Since when are you a homie hopping whore?"

He's screaming now as Pope and Kie hold him back, and you look like a deer caught in headlights as tears pour down your cheeks. To her credit, Sarah is comforting you despite the conflict of interest and you're eternally grateful.

You drop your cup and gasp as JJ lunges forward, slamming into John B and tackling him to the ground.

"Don't fucking speak to her like that!"

His voice is hoarse as it booms from his throat and John B just laughs.

"What are you gonna do? Hit me? She's gonna get tired of you too, man. Before you know she's played you, she'll be on her knees for Pope."

JJ's fist collides against his nose with a sickening crack and you barely register your own voice as you scream for him to stop.

Much to your surprise, the blonde listens and is standing in front of you in an instant. Johns B's blood is on his knuckles and he cups your face tenderly as your friends tend to your wounded ex.

"How long?" John B coughs, and your eyes meet his over JJ's shoulder.

You can see the sheer hurt and betrayal and your stomach lurches. You never meant for any of this to happen.

"Four months."

Your answer is simple, yet John B looks like he's been shot.

"Un-fucking-believable. How could you do this?"

Your heart breaks as his voice cracks and JJ hates the anguish in your usually bright eyes.

"Hey, we don't have to do this right now."

You shake your head and step around him, coming face to face with your lifelong best friend.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, or for you to find out like this. Please, John B. I love him."��

He physically recoils as the words ring out, and your knees wobble as they threaten to give out.

"I can't do this. You can't have us both."

He knows it isn't fair, but despite his growing feelings for Sarah, the idea of watching you be happy with a man thats like his brother makes him nauseous.

"Don't make me choose, John B."

You feel JJ's hand rest on the curve of your lower spine and subconsciously lean into him.

"Why? Because you'll choose him?"

He looks ill as he speaks and you slowly nod your head.

"Yeah. I choose him."

You mean it with all your heart, yet the words still taste like acid as they leave your tongue. This is exactly what you didn't want.

John B stays glued in place, his eyes raking over your face searching for any sign of doubt or deceit. When he finds none, his heart shatters all over again.

He knows he should leave, that he should stand his ground and never look back. But this isn't just anybody. This is two of his best friends in the entire world, and he doesn't have to ask JJ to know he'd choose you too.

He can't bring himself to walk away, and his eyes squeeze shut as reality sets in.

"I'll get over it."

He doesn't entirely believe himself as his voice shakes, but he's going to try. He's got a good thing with Sarah, and if you can be happy for him then he should try to be happy for you. If he loves you, he'll let you go.

You swallow thickly as you take a hesitant step forward and JJ resists the urge to pull you back.

"Pogues for life?" You ask quietly and he nods.

"Pogues for life."

Sarah and Kie take this as their chance and pull you inside, leaving the three men outside alone. JJ shifts his weight, hands wringing nervously as he anticipates John Bs next move.

"Hurt her and I kill you."

JJ gives a mock salute and watches as John B turns hastily to walk to the end of the pier. Pope looks at him with raised eyebrows and JJ gives him a pointed glare.

"Don't."

Pope raises his hands in surrender with a smug smile.

"Wasnt gonna. We all kind of knew besides John B anyway." He admits and JJ tosses his cup at him.

"Asshole."

@disturbedbeautywrites

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #John b angst #John b imagine #John b fic #John b x reader #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks angst #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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Prologue

pairing: nightfury!seonghwa x ?!reader wc:488 summary: you grew up your whole life despising dragons. they've taken everything from you, everything you once had has become nothing but a distant memory. you swore to avenge your family, the life you once knew if it's the last thing you did. but what happens when theres an obstacle in your way? when you find out nothings is as it truly seems.... type of story:series(maybe mini series tbd) cw: character death, mentions of blood, nightmares(pls lmk if i missed anything) (series masterlist || overall masterlist)

You could smell the fire. taste the ash. you swore you could feel the talons digging into your back. the ground disappearing from under your feet as you get carried away and then falling and falling and falling and fa-

you jolt awake with a gasp, tears streaming down your face as you throw the covers off of your body and grab at your chest. Its the 3rd night in a row you’ve had the same dream(really a nightmare) it always starts and ends the same; your younger self playing dress up with your mom, tiaras on both your heads and the prettiest dresses ever seen in castle Crescent Moon. you dance and sing along to the soft music playing in the background until suddenly, your father bursts through the rooms doors frantic and out of breath. Everything happens in a blur, all you remember is running through doors and down long corridors, screams bouncing off the walls and assaulting your ears like loud sirens.

cries of despair getting louder as you start to feel warmer, smell fire. you escape the walls of the castle leaving behind your parents, leaving behind the last shred of a life you once knew. you hear a loud whistle and suddenly, what’s left of the castle explodes into flames. your entire life destroyed in seconds. you scream for your family “mom? dad? where are you?” though your cries fall onto deaf ears, no one left alive to answer your pleas;

you’re alone…

you hear wings flapping and you feel the earth beneath your feet trembling. you look towards the sky and see a thunder of dragons flying away. all variations and sizes, large enough to instill fear in your heart even if departing. You hear a loud roar from behind you, and suddenly there’s an excruciating pain in your upper back. Long calloused talons dig into your flesh, ripping tendons and muscles alike causing you to cry out.

You feel the earth disappearing from under your feet, and you glance around frantically in hopes to see your captor. you let out a blood curdling scream, what you see as you look up scares you. a pair of neon green eyes molded into tiny slits stare back at you in anger, in disgust. It lets out a low menacing growl that reverberates deep into your being, radiating its malice and hatred towards you.

“Please p-please let me down, i'm scared” you cry out as you begin to thrash hoping to dislodge the sharp talons from your skin. You can feel the warm blood dripping and trailing down your back and you watch the dragon take a long whiff of the smell. It’s eyes widening and pupils dilating, then suddenly it releases its talons from your skin , letting you free fall. You hear the wind rushing past as you fall, gravity pulling you down down down…

Until finally… nothing

a/n: ok ok... be honest how was it... im actually kind of nervous to be posting anything i think that's why everything i've ever written has stayed a wip BUT i have faith in myself to do this!! any feedback is appreciated!! stay happy and healthy- squish<3

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rrain-writes · 2 months

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Rain's LU Febuwhump: Day 19

"Please don't.": Legend

Warnings: suicidal thoughts

Note: this fic has a character experiencing suicidal thoughts. If you, or someone you know ever feels like this, please talk to someone trusted in your life! if you don't feel comfortable doing that, there are plenty of helplines all over the world which can be contacted through their websites, calling, emailing or even in person. If there is something in this you feel like I should put as a warning, or any other concerns then please let me know.

Legend sat, legs dangling off the edge. A gaping abyss stretched out under him, stretching on and on before disappearing into the shadows.

He wondered if it would hurt. The wind rushing past him, struggling to fight against the gravity pulling him down into the earth’s hungry jaws. The view of the sky shrinking smaller, as he fell, turning from endless to a single prick of blue, as far away as the stars.

When he reached the bottom, would he feel it? Would he feel the bones in his body breaking, screaming under the impact, or would it be quick?

Would he fall into the suffocating darkness, trying to claw his way out with nothing to hold onto, or would it be like greeting an old friend, with a smile and warm embrace?

Would he be scared?

Would he fall, the screams of the wind in his ears and regret it? Would he spend his last moment terrified, regretful and shamed?

Would the goddess even let him fall? Or would she step in with some divine intervention, whispering her honey soaked words of comfort and praise.

Your time is not yet, hero.

Would she save him, or let him fall,

down,

down?

If the goddess hadn’t saved him before, why would she now? She had left him alone, left him to fall apart, left him to become the empty shell of a boy he’d once known.

The sun was beginning to set, sinking down and melting into gold, reflecting in the eyes of a lonely boy.

Legend didn’t to whether to laugh or cry.

What about the others? He wondered. Would they worry about him, when he didn’t return? Would they look for him? Or would they be glad to get rid of him?

Why would they care about someone so cruel, so cold? Someone who insulted them and started fights for the sake of it? Someone who slowed them down, with his aching body, someone had caused more problems than solved them?

The stars started to glisten into existence, millions of miles away yet just out of reach.

What would happen, if Legend just leaned forward? All he had to do was fall.

Legend…

The voice sounded far away.

Legend…

He wasn’t the Hero of Legend. He was just Link.

Legend…

All he had to do was lean forward.

“Legend!” A hand grabbed his shoulder, startling him from his thoughts. A familiar face stared back at him, eyes wide with concern.

“What are you doing?” Warriors asked, unsubtly pulling him back from the edge.

Link didn’t reply, turning his face away.

Warriors knew, anyways.

“Legend, please.” He begged. “Don’t.”

Link shook his head. “I’m tired.” He said, voice small. It was like Warriors' sudden appearance had taken his voice, sapped his courage from his weary bones.

“I’ve lost too many good soldiers to the thoughts I know are running through your head.” The man replied, hand keeping a steady grip on his shoulder.

“I’m not a soldier.” He replied. He wasn’t. He wasn’t.

“You’re right.” Link couldn’t bare to look at Warriors, couldn’t bring himself to look in is eyes as the other man spoke. “You’re my brother, Legend. And…”

Link never meant to make someone cry. He didn’t think someone cared enough in the first place.

“I can’t loose you, Okay? None of us can.”

Link - no - Legend, sniffed, rubbing an arm across his eyes like he could hide the tears that were falling.

“I’m sorry.”

The next day, he didn’t remember crying into his brother’s shoulder, or his unwavering embrace as he pulled Link back to camp. He didn’t remember being given his favourite meal by the champion, or his descendant’s silent comfort. He didn’t remember the sailors cheerful stories, or the old man’s comforting look. He didn’t remember the rancher and the smithy sitting by his bedroll. He didn’t remember the first hero looking at him and understanding everything, everything, everything.

But he knew, that when time moved on, and they fought and lost and won and rested, he knew as sure as the sun rose and set, as sure as the moon’s steady gaze, that he’d be okay.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #legend #lu legend #suicidal thoughts #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday19 #please dont

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wyrm-in-a-closet · 5 months

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Science fact of the day- Mercury!

Mercury is the smallest planet to our solar system, and the closest to our sun. It's a little bit smaller than mars, however, it's very dense, and thus has similar surface gravity. In fact, it's density is only very slightly lower than Earth's (the densest planet), and it would be denser if not for Earth's high gravity compressing material in the core. This density is likely caused by an exceptionally high amount iron in the core, the reason for which scientists are still unsure. One theory is that mercury used to be larger, but a large impact event early in its history stripped off most of the less denser upper layers, leaving a dense iron core. However, observations by spacecraft have found signs that don't support this. Another theory that's a bit better supported is that because mercury is closer to the sun, the gases and dust that would eventually accumulate into mercury experienced drag, which impacted the lighter elements most, causing then to fall into the sun, while the remaining heavy elements formed Mercury. Aspacecraft called BepiColumbo is currently flying to mercury and it will try and answer questions about mercurys history and formation.

Mercury also has a very interesting orbit. Every planet orbits in an ellipse, with the body it's orbiting (the primary) sitting at one focus of the eclipse. Eccentricity is a measurement of how wide the ellipse, with numbers closer to 1 meaning a wider ellipse, and thus the planet varies significantly in distance from its primary. Most planets have very low eccentricity- for instance earth only varies about 5 million km, about 3% of its average orbital distance. Mercury, however, varies by about 24 million km, and because it's closer to the sun, this variation is around 40% of its orbital distance. This means the planet is much, much hotter when it's close to the sun than when it's further from the sun. This also has interesting consequences for Mercury's rotation- at its distance, it would normally become tidally locked to its star- however, because orbital speed varies with distance, the tidal locking wouldn't really work because Mercury's orbit varies so much. Thus, mercury instead has a strange rotation that's actually slower than it's orbit- for every 2 times it orbits, it rotates exactly 3 times. Additionally, because the planet is orbiting as it rotates, if you were to stand on the surface, it would take 176 days (two times Mercury's orbital period, 88 days) for one apparent day to pass. One other quirk of this is that if you were to watch the sun (which is between 2.5 and 4 times bigger from mercury), there would be a point where it would slow down across the sky, stop, and then move in reverse for about 4 days before returning to moving forwards. I'm frankly glad that we have more normal days here on earth.

#Science fact of the day #Sfotd 6 #Sfotd- Mercury #Mercury

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gayward-son · 9 months

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Crowley is Baraqiel

I've seen a lot of theories about Crowley's identity before he fell, but I'm honestly surprised that no theory I saw brought up this tidbit from the page of the book that Furfur uses in episode 4.

Directly underneath Aziraphale's description is the description of Baraqiel, a fallen angel. According to the description, Baraqiel has "eye-burning" ginger hair. Interestingly enough, Crowley is the only celestial being, angel or demon, that we see with red hair, and with the fact that no artistic or written depiction of Baraqiel I could find describes red hair, it feels purposeful that this detail was added to point to Crowley. It also helps that the writing about Crowley on the side of the page says "His hair is bad!" again drawing attention to his hair in the same insulting manner that the description of Baraqiel is given. The description also says Baraqiel is "often draped in red." Although Crowley's palatte leans more toward black, he frequently dons red accents in his wardrobe

Not to mention, Baraqiel is described as a Dominion, which is a status that is high enough for him to be able to access heaven's records. Furthermore, Baraqiel is said to be an "Angel of the Sky." What was Crowley's main role while he was an angel?

Creating the sky. While Aziraphale worked more with the creation of people, Crowley's jobs while he was an angel seemed to have been only related to the creation of outer space (he is mentioned to have had a hand in the creation of stars, nebulas, and gravity, but noteably no features on Earth), which serves as the night sky for people.

Baraqiel is also associated with astrology and lightning. The astrology part is obvious, but while it's more subtle, Crowley's association with weather and rainstorms is quite prevalent in season 2. His plan to make Nina and Maggie fall in love involves forcing them to take shelter during a rainstorm, and when he becomes angry at Gabriel's appearance, he uncontrollably shoots lightning out onto the street.

While we do see Shax also shoot lightning, Crowley's almost seems to be a part of him and an extension of his emotions. It's not him purposefully trying to create a miracle with the usual hand-waving affair that the angels and demons do, and I don't think that's on accident.

It could be a red-herring (ha), but I think it's all pretty solid ground to stand on to say that the red-haired, sky-creating, lightning-shooting fallen angel is Crowley.

#intellectual monologue #not c*rry on #go2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens

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umbrae-sortilegium · 6 months

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"In the depths of the night, when the world is shrouded in darkness, the moon casts its enchanting spell upon the vast, undulating expanse of the ocean. It is a celestial dance, a seductive liaison between two celestial bodies, as the moon beckons with a beguiling allure, drawing the tides close with an irresistible gravity. The ocean, with its liquid heart, responds with an emotion as ancient as time itself, an impassioned ebb and flow that echoes the deepest recesses of the soul.

As the moon's silvery radiance spills like liquid silk across the water's surface, the ocean's tides become the embodiment of desire and longing, caressing the shore with a sensuous touch. The waves, in their dark and sultry rhythm, rise and fall in a rhythm that mirrors the heart's most secret desires, an eternal yearning for connection. The moon, like a voyeur of cosmic proportions, watches this amorous ballet with a knowing smile, a silent witness to the tides' unending seduction of the shore.

In this celestial tango, the moon and the ocean become lovers, their connection eternal and passionate. The moon whispers secrets to the waves, and the ocean, in its deep, mysterious embrace, responds with an affection that transcends time and space. Together, they create a symphony of desire that is as old as the stars, as profound as the deepest abyss, and as intoxicating as the most profound of human passions.

In the darkness of the night, when the moon and the ocean entwine, the tides flow with a sensual, irresistible emotion, an eternal dance of love and longing that reminds us of the profound beauty and mystery that exists in the depths of the natural world. It is a love affair that knows no end, a connection that transcends the boundaries of earth and sky, a reminder that even in the darkest of hours, there is always a glimmer of light, a spark of desire, and an eternal, seductive embrace between the moon and the ocean." © Dʏsʜᴀɴᴋᴀ/Oᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ ₂₀₂₃

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fordtato · 1 year

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fiddleford mcgucket for the ask game?

Oooooh, thank you!!!!!

favorite thing about them least favorite thing about them favorite line brOTP OTP nOTP random headcanon unpopular opinion song i associate with them favorite picture of them

Favorite thing about them: Fiddleford's got such manic energy! He just drank the alien milk in the Journal! He tried to hit the hide behind with a banjo! He just likes makin' shit, even if it has no use or is dangerous! He's a big ball of jitter and PURE rabid ambition.

Least favorite thing: Hirsch said in the DVD commentary and in a stream that McGucket is nonconfrontational, more of a follower, and that this is why he didn't do more to stop the portal. This frustrates me to no end, and I am FULL of thoughts on it.

Favorite line: "Remember what happened to Icarus..." OR "When Gravity Falls and Earth Becomes Sky, Fear the Beast With Just One Eye"

brOTP: If Myserty Trio was canon? Stan and Fiddleford. But also Ford and Fidds being best friends makes me so happy.

OTP: Ford and Fidds being lovers also makes me so happy

random headcanon: I feel like Fiddleford knew about Bill, even if Ford never says it in the journal. I think Ford just didn't know. fanfiction exploring this kind of became less common after J3 when there was no indication that Fiddleford met Bill, but Fiddleford having an experience with Bord??? It gives me goosebumps.

unpopular opinion: I feel like a lot of people like to make Fiddleford the "common sense" one out of Ford and Fiddleford, or that Fiddleford was the more "domestic" of the two. Like Ford would go do something dangerous and reckless and also he'd burn the kitchen down trying to cook, and then Fiddleford would shake his head and go "well, might as well cook dinner and prepare some bandages for that scallywag for when he comes back tsk tsk tsk." No, I think they both *thought* they were the Common Sense one, but neither of them were, and that the shack was more of a science frat house, just accumulating a mess, while they were both working there. It's like when Fidds drank the Space Milk and Ford was in the journal like "oh my god i cant believe he did that." I read that like "I can't believe YOU didn't." So yeah, I'm not a personal fan of "common sense househusband" readings of him. I also disagree with people who are like "Fiddleford did nothing wrong uwu" - if he knew the apocalypse was coming but didn't do more than just erase his mind, I would say that's not correct. BUT I don't think he's unsympathetic or a bad person. I think it makes him complicated. And I think him being complicated is another one of my favorite parts of him.

Song I associate with him: "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

favorite picture of them:

#thank you for sending!#fiddleford mcgucket

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Hirano sometimes feels like a bird without its wings, longing for yet unable to reach the sky.

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Hirano often wonders what he would find if he could cut kagi open.

Not consciously, of course, though he can’t help but notice how often he has to squint when he looks at kagi. He’s too bright—the kind of bright that turns the sky blue and has so much gravity that it keeps the planets in orbit.

Though sometimes it shimmers and shifts, and it suddenly becomes all too easy to stare directly at the sun. Starstruck—not by the thousands of stars in the night sky but by the too-bright sun in the too-blue sky. Sunlight—starlight—gathers in his eyes and takes the breath out of his lungs and he stares at the sun for too long because it's all too easy to forget that the sun and the stars are the same.

So maybe, if he could cut kagi open, he’d find the sun where his heart should be and molten stars in his veins instead of blood (they are, after all, both made of plasma).

—

Constellation myths are unforgiving because the only ones of lovers are of those who are star-crossed, and Hirano and Kagi aren’t nearly as doomed as that. Many sun myths are equally unfitting, since Hirano is no Icarus and the sun couldn’t burn him if he tried.

…Though perhaps: constellations as something recognizable. An amalgamation of stars tracing lines as if they were veins. Equally necessary to existence, stars to a constellation and veins to a human body. Equally drawing structures and shapes that those who look long enough begin to see as something more. Beings made out of love.

—

Facts about the sun are oddly romantic. The sun lights up the world. The sun makes flowers bloom and animals wake. The sun is a second-generation star and so it is partly made out of other stars. Without the sun, there would be no life on earth. The sun is the closest star to earth. One day, in billions of years, the sun will become a red giant and swallow the earth whole.

Now, if one were to say these things about a person, it would surely, in some capacity, sound like a declaration of love.

—

This is to say—Kagi is the sun, fiery and red and passionate and bright and all at once. Hirano is the stars, sparkling and luminous and cool and scattered and appearing slowly as the sky turns to night. (Though equally, if not more, fiery, simply farther away).

Kagi looks at hirano and sees sparks like flint hitting stone amidst a night in need of fire, or like a fizzling falling star against a night in need of wishes. He strikes flint against stone and he wishes for the stars to wish for something, too.

Hirano looks up at kagi and sees the sun as if it were the first star and sees the sky and it's clear and bright and too blue and never ending. It’s the most natural thing in the world, to look up and see the sun and the sky, and maybe that's why he never noticed that they weren’t always this big and bright.

—

Hirano sometimes feels like a bird without its wings, yet he’s never felt closer to the sky than when he’s next to Kagi.

He doesn't know if it's funny or cruel that he has to look up at kagi the same way he looks up at the sky. He unfortunately feels a similar rush of adrenaline when he does.

Ah. Hirano taiga never stood a chance.

#something something man that sun is dazzling today #I have long been enamored with light and the sun and sparks in hirakagi #it’s always been present in my art about them somehow. I love the subconcious mind #anyways. I’ve attempted to distill it into writing #disjointed themes of flight and the sky and the sun and stars #this somehow feels like not enough yet too much #I need it to be longer but also. I don’t #you surely understand #Hirano to kagiura #Hirano and kagiura #sunnfish.kghr #hirakagi #kagihira #htk

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lewis-winters · 8 months

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WIP tag game

thank you for the tags @sir-mr-dr-roe and @heystovepipeboys!

I dug through my WIPs to find a coherent one that didn't have spoilers for the fic itself. But considering how I always write the more exciting parts first, I have failed. Lmao.

Anyway. Here's an excerpt of the Webgott Magical Realism AU.

David Webster is odd. Joe knows this by virtue of having known him for more than a decade, fought with him for the first three years of that, and loved him for the rest.

But he knows it too by the moments where the veneer slips, and something dark, deep, and old peeks beneath. Web doesn’t seem to be aware of it himself, the churning abyss having been a part of him since the very beginning and therefore not uncommon. But to Joe, whose life has never once strayed from the straight and narrow path until that fateful day he chose to jump out of an airplane for 50 extra dollars, the shadow that clings to Web is clear as day.

The first time he saw it, it sat in his periphery. Eight legged and still. Listening, as Web, one warm Austrian night said; “Webster is my mother’s family name.”

People like to assume otherwise, and Web does himself no favors when he rarely corrects them, but that night it pours out of him like water from a broken flask, gushing from the red of his mouth, gaping like a wound with every word he speaks.

Webster, to modern ears, takes a new form. A book of words and meanings, created from a language taken apart and put back together like jigsaw puzzle pieces poured back into its box. No sense as a whole but its pieces complete in their individuality. Always, at the price of their potential for poetry. “That is what boy Websters are like,” David had said. Though some have the potential to become something, carrying within them a small spark that, if properly cultivated amongst the like-minded, could help bring about a decent flame. But those kinds of boy Websters are few and far between, the last having been born centuries ago, and whose gifts had gotten him killed. Most Webster boys are simply broken shards of a whole– special enough to understand how different they are, but too weak to be anything but useless.

It’s the Webster women that are truly different. They’re all that are left of the old name. Ever-changing, like all things are in the face of time, but strong enough to retain their original shape, still. Adaptable. Malleable. Powerful in ways boy Websters could never be. In times of old, Webster had meant spinner. Crafter. A creature with silk in two of her eight hands, a tapestry of deadly traps adorned with beautiful opportunities falling from their lips. Words, endless. Possibilities, even more so.

Anything Webster women say, the earth bends to listen. The trees repeat. The brooks whisper. The sun rejoices. And once finished, the sky opens to weep.

Web didn’t have to continue for Joe to understand, then; the rest of the story unraveled before him as the gravity of Web’s words finally sunk in.

Every child in the world has heard of the existence of these women. Few have been lucky enough to encounter one, but even more so have been unfortunate enough to get caught in the lies they spin, the endless, glistening realities that pour from their mouths. “Beware,” Joe’s mother had once whispered to them in warning. “They are not your enemies, but to be amongst them is dangerous. Their web stretches far beyond their reach and closes around you, invisible, until you are trapped with no means of escape, even after your death.”

Teller of tales, she had called them. Soothsayers, Priestesses of the Mother of Lies—

“Weavers,” David had confirmed, and the tired finality in which he says it cracked something in Joe’s chest he didn’t know was still whole enough to break. “My mother is a weaver.”

tagging: @hellofanidea @ep6bastogne @almost-a-class-act @bobparkhurst @sergeant-spoons and anybody else who wants to do it!

#tag game #webgott #i should finish this at some point #estrella_marie

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pastelgalaxiez · 11 months

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A New World: Wild, Wonderous, and Overgrown

A Brief Overview:

THE WORLD

The earth has been commodified by a new and rapid magical growth, causing natural disasters, sickness, loss of communication, loss of technology, and many many deaths. No one has been able to explain why. The story starts in Oregon, still lush and green, but now an even denser rainy forest with impossibly sized trees sprawls across its entirety. They stand the size of skyscrapers, covering large swaths of the earth below in darkness. Terrifying skittering can be heard coming from the lofts of trees. On misty days fog settles around crumbling buildings, and tree logs stretch into a blurry white above. An odd stillness falling over the entire area.

Natural resources from the world before are few and far between. Plants seem tangentially familiar, but the texture is off, or the color is tinted, or the entire thing is scaled far too big.

(Concept art of the forest and broken cities below)

Moving out of what remains of Oregon, things only get stranger. Arizona and Texas and deserts -like before- only now pits have appeared, revealing only darkness below. Rock juts out in odd formations, and several pieces are defying gravity all together. Sand running down to the mainland below, like a never ending hourglass. Often viewers will find themselves lost staring at the running sand, wondering where it’s coming from, where it goes, and why it hasn't stopped. When they finally look away the sun is almost set, their mouths are dry, and their legs are shaky. Who knows how long they had been standing there.

Even hotter are the wastelands. The ground ashen and devoid of all but the harshest of vegetation. The earth cracked and warbled, a glow of fire between the cracks. The earth itself is uncomfortably warm to the touch, heated from the magma below. Anyone who attempts to traverse the terrain must watch their step, lest they lose their footing and burn themselves. However they must also keep their eyes towards the sky, in case the winged beasts above decide that they are prey.

(Concept art of the wastelands below)

The great plains have cracked, crashed, and rose, affected by some cataclysmic earthquake. Leaving steep thousand foot drop offs into pools of purple liquid that the new creatures of this world drink from. It’s gorgeous, and breathtaking, and almost seems peaceful, until someone spots the large lumbering creatures below. No one wants to get close enough to find out if they’re peaceful or not.

(Concept art of the plains below)

Not everyone is gone from the world before. Pockets of safety, settlements and stragglers exist. Those that can adapt quickly survive. Those who've ended up alone struggle their way through wastelands or fallen cities, devoid of other human connection. Scavenging in abandoned shops for supplies, while avoiding the monsters that lurk. Those in small colonies lend much better social lives to say the least, but they're terrified to wander outside the walls. And their scrambled together hierarchy system is bound to crumble soon if nothing is done.

New things are changing everyday, humans are shifting and morphing in ways that their body and mind wishes to reject, sprouting new limbs, fur, gaining strange elemental powers that they have no clue how to control, or if they even can. They all just want it to stop, and the fates would agree with them, if someone wasn’t meddling in the background…

THE WANDERERS

The gods aren’t supposed to step in, they’re supposed to set things up, sit back and watch it all play out. They’re supposed to be the directors of the play, not act in it. But when a mortal tries to rise to the status of the gods, and becomes power hungry in the process, their hands are forced. But there are rules for this sort of thing. A council is brought together, and each of them choose one being. One individual with the qualities they deem fit to save the world from total ruin.

Two unsure boys.

One timid, and doomed to death before the adventure even begins, but bright and clever. Daemen

The other hot headed, angry at the world, (and rightly so), but strong willed, and charismatic when need be. Max

One excited girl.

Naive and loud, but friendly, loyal, and has a damn good right hook. Juniper

And one terrified individual

Stubborn, and a little selfish, but quick, honest, and learning how to care again. Indrid Webb

They’re finding their footing, scared and stumbling. However, the gods have faith that they will complete their task in time. They have to. It’s not like saving the world come with a backup plan.

(The Wanderers, first image, from left to right, Juniper, Indrid, Daemen, Max)

All concept art shown is illustrated by me and me alone!

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