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ohblackdiamond · 2 years

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life and life only (paul/victoria) (pg-13) (part 17 of ?)

Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world, and vie for stardom within it.

In this chapter: Victoria finally confesses her past in the human world to Paul.

She brought him plants the next day, when they met for brunch. A ficus (he recognized it because Bill had one in his office), paperwhites, and a cutting of a small vined plant striped with purple and green.

“I don’t know what it is,” she admitted. “One of my friends gave me a cutting of it a couple months ago, though. It should root before you go to Hawaii. It grows like crazy, even when I forget to water it.”

He was hoping he could get her to come with him. He could imagine the look on Peter’s face when he met him by the gate with Victoria on his arm.

“Thanks.” He couldn’t help but touch the leaves of each plant, checking even the undersides of the leaves and the stems for signs of disease, disease he didn’t even know how to combat here. A garden on land would be so different to a garden in the ocean, he knew. But they all looked healthy and whole. He pointed to the purple cutting. “Will that one be okay if I leave it in the water for a week?”

“I’m not sure. You can try.” Victoria paused. “I’d put it in some potting soil as soon as it rooted if I were you, though, to stabilize it.”

He nodded.

“I haven’t got anything for you.”

“You got me brunch.”

“That’s nothing.” He was only nibbling at the pancakes and scones on his plate. He had a sudden craving for smoked salmon-- not an offering at this restaurant-- and tried to settle for some bacon instead. It was a pretty lousy substitute. Six years here now and he still only really liked the fish and sweets of the human world.

Six years. How long had she been in the human world now? Had she landlocked? How long was it, really? Ace had made that wild claim years ago, about her being born human, but-- he couldn’t ask her to confirm. He didn’t have the words to.

“Would you like to come by my place? It’s not very far.”

“Paul--”

“It’s beautiful. It’s real beautiful, I think you’d like it.” His mouth crooked up slightly. “And if you hate it, I’ll tear it all down once I get my next advance.”

She didn’t hate his apartment. That was a relief, because he still felt like he had all those years ago, when he’d shown her his ship. The antiques looked worn, and the Tiffany lamp looked tawdry. It never felt good enough around anyone, and it certainly didn’t feel good enough for her.

The two of them put the plants she’d brought him by the kitchen windowsill. Everything was almost untouched in that area from when he’d last gotten it designed and redesigned. In fact, there was barely any food in the kitchen, apart from some Tabs, cereal, and an untouched six-pack of beer.

“I get everything delivered,” he had to admit. “I’m on the road so much, I’m barely ever here. I-in fact, I was… it hasn’t been all that long since I was still staying with the Eisens.”

“You stayed with them for years, and you still call them that.”

“That’s what they are.” He got a glass from the cabinet, filling it up with water from the tap as he spoke. Despite what she’d said, the purple and green cutting already looked wilted.

“They took care of you.”

“I rented a room from them,” he said shortly, watering each of the plants in turn. “I like Mrs. Eisen okay. She liked me. Her husband didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno. I dunno that I’d like getting some teenager dumped on me, either. I dunno that he even likes pretending I’m his son. He ought to. I bought them a house last year.”

“Do you hear from Julia?”

“Not much.”

“You said she was going to have a baby.” Victoria had perched herself on the kitchen counter. If he squinted, he could almost see her back so many years ago, sitting with him on the Lord Stanley’s smokestack. “Did she?”

“Yeah. A little girl.”

“Do you see her?”

“I’ve only seen her once.” He didn’t know why Victoria was picking subjects like that. His cousin, his sister, his niece. He’d given her that rundown the night before. Maybe he was getting too used to being able to brush off difficult conversations, to steer them away like a nosy interviewer. “Julia doesn’t want to see me, okay? She only reached out to help her kid. Nothing really changed.”

Victoria looked like she was about to smile.

“Nothing, huh?”

“She doesn’t…” he trailed, suddenly hopeless. “People get funny, y’know? The roadies will do anything for you, the management, the hotel people… the fans, everything. They make you think you’re above it all. But when I saw her and Erica, I was right back down to being myself again.”

“That wasn’t such a bad self, Paul.”

“You don’t get it. I wasn’t some rockstar to her. I wasn’t somebody to be looked up to. I was just her deaf kid brother. That’s all I’d ever be to her. I’d just gotten a little money, that was all.”

Victoria pursed her lips, hoisting herself from the countertop back to the lacquered wood floor. She reached for his arm.

“You can’t change people’s perceptions. They have to do that for themselves.”

“I guess.” Funny how he could still talk to her like before. Be nakedly honest. Truth was at such a premium in his world now. He shrugged, trying to shake off his own thoughts, or at least, keep them from circling around the same sorry subject. “How’s your family, Victoria? You never really talk about anyone but Omar.”

“Oh, they’re all fine. It was my mom and stepfather’s anniversary two weeks ago.”

“I didn’t even know you had a stepfather.”

“My parents divorced when I was a kid,” she said shortly. “Come on now. You’re slacking on your grand tour, Paulie.”

And there it was. One single offhand comment. Just enough to send his heart into an offbeat rhythm, for all the wrong reasons. He looked over at her, unable, unwilling to stop himself.

“Mer don’t divorce, Victoria. They don’t even marry. They mate off. If something happens, the ’maid goes back with her kids to her parents’ ship. But they never divorce.”

“My parents landlocked. I told you.”

“When you were a kid? They couldn’t have done it when you were a kid. They couldn’t have taken you with them.” The words dropped like pebbles out of his throat. He had suspected for so long that something was wrong. Ever since seeing that photo. “VICKI, AGE 6, 1955” had burned in his brain for years before Ace had said a word. “You told me you weren’t from my part of the ocean. I always tried to believe you. But you didn’t grow up in the ocean at all, did you, Victoria?”

“Paul--”

“Why rail me over the interviews when you never even told me where you came from? Never told me about your parents, or you, or--”

“Paul, please, listen--”

“You said you never liked lying anymore than you had to. But you lied to me. You didn’t tell me.” Paul swallowed hard. “I always showed you my whole world, every lousy bit of it, and you couldn’t even–”

“Paul!”

Her face was waxy, blue eyes watering up.

“I’ll tell you. I’ve always owed you that.”

Her parents were raised off the Connecticut coast, on sunken ships whose names Paul didn’t recognize. Her father had set off for New York when he was seventeen. Her mother had done the same at eighteen, more than a decade later, just after the war.

At the time, there was a sort of enclave of a few hundred mer in the Manhattan area. How long it had been there, Victoria didn’t know. Some had intermarried with the humans-- generally, the immigrant humans, Jewish, Italian, and so on, who were less likely to question their lack of a history, their eccentricities. But often enough, one landlocked mer would marry another who’d recently come ashore. So it was with Victoria’s parents, who had never met in the sea. Her father had gotten her mother established with a job and apartment; in turn, her mother married him after a two year courtship. In another two years, Victoria was born, there in a proper hospital like any human.

Nothing was wrong. Nothing seemed wrong. Her parents worked on Broadway. Milton was a stage manager; Janet was an actress and a singer. At six they had maneuvered Victoria into her first performances.

“Mom was insistent on that. She wanted that opportunity for me.” Victoria wasn’t looking at Paul at all as she spoke. “It was fun. I was even on a record for a children’s choir.”

She would take her to model for catalogs, too. Her mother would roll her stick-straight hair into tight curls, bemoaning how the honey-blonde locks were slowly going light brown and ordinary. Victoria never cared for the bright lights and the stiff poses in the studio. But the stage was different, more intimate. Closer to what she really thought she wanted.

“Then, when I was eleven, I started getting sick. I was in bed for two weeks. I started having problems with my skin.” Victoria was saying it very slowly, very carefully. Only the glassiness in her eyes was betraying her now. “I’d always had a birthmark on my leg. I still do. That little red one I showed you.”

Paul nodded. He was feeling sick to his stomach already.

“It started to get bigger. I was getting this patching all over my legs. My parents took me to all these doctors, and they couldn’t figure it out. They thought it was an allergy, some kind of reaction, but that wasn’t it. They couldn’t help me.

“My parents figured it out before everything finished. Nobody they knew had ever had that happen before. Nobody. They were just scared, Paul. You can’t blame them.”

They took her to California on the advice of some of the other landlocked mer. By that point she was having trouble walking; the patches had spread significantly on her legs, and they were itchy and painful. The Pacific waters were supposed to be soothing.

“I walked into the ocean, but I couldn’t go back.”

“Couldn’t go back?”

“I couldn’t go… Paulie…”

She’d transformed. Reverted, really. It shouldn’t have been possible. Her mother blamed not having been landlocked when Victoria had been born, as if that wasn’t common. Her father had suspected that her birthmark was a sign of some congenital abnormality, but there wasn’t ever any consensus. It didn’t matter. The damage was done.

She didn’t walk again for a full year. Her parents pulled her out of school and bought a one-story house in California, with a tall fence and a pool. She had a wheelchair for getting around the house, and every weekend, her father would take her out in a motorboat off the coast and let her swim there for hours.

Her career was over, of course. No more singing, no more modeling. Her parents’ marriage was over. Her mother remarried a human and moved back to New York, had another little girl when Victoria was thirteen, a black-haired, blue-eyed baby without a blemish. By that point, Victoria had clawed her way into staying human for six, sometimes seven hours at a time. Pretty miraculous, Paul thought-- at that age, he’d never tried to stay human for more than two or three. She’d hoped to maintain the form long enough to go back to school. But there was something else. She was hoping her mother would look towards her again.

By fourteen she didn’t need the chair anymore. By fifteen she was back in school, generally only going mer late at night sometimes in the pool. She would take the boat out herself now on occasion, but she never went far enough out to find any other mer.

By sixteen she had begged her way back to New York to live with her mother. She’d stayed there for years, apart from a short shoot for The Virginian when she was visiting her father over the summer in California. She’d tried to piece things back together. Forge something. Push herself back onstage, back under the lights.

“It wasn’t just for my mother,” she protested. “It was partly for her, but partly for me, too. If I could be onstage again, without worrying, that would mean everything really was normal. I wanted that so badly.”

“Why did you come out to New York? To the mer, I mean. I would’ve thought…” he trailed, shrugging helplessly. “It ruined things for you. Why would you ever go looking for us?”

“Because I’d never done it before. And because I thought there might be something out there for me.” Victoria rubbed the side of her face. “I don’t mean I wanted to live out in one of the ships. But my parents never really told me much about the mer. They treated it like something I had to get over. It… it was a burden on them. It was like if they didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist past me.

“It was Omar that finally told me where the New York mer lived. He said they were very poor, and not to expect much. The day I met you was only the second time I’d really gone that far out into the sea. You know the rest, Paul.”

She was holding out on him. There were details she hadn’t given him, things she’d smoothed over. He was sure of it. He wondered. Maybe she’d liked him, at first, because his deformity was on the outside. Because he was as alone and despised as she had surely been. And yet he wished she’d had the guts to tell him. He thought he would have understood. It could have brought them closer together in those wild, scant days when they were courting.

Were they courting now?

Would they ever court again?

His eyes traveled back to that pink mark on her skin, so akin to the purple patches that never had disappeared from his own, and something deep within his spine shivered. She didn’t know. What Ace had said, about a mutation, about having trouble landlocking… she didn’t know at all.

“How long do you have, Victoria?”

“Until?”

“Until you landlock.”

“I don’t know. It’s ten years, right? So I must’ve done it already.” Her mouth lifted up, trembling only a little. “Let’s not talk about that anymore. Show me the rest of your apartment. Fill me in on everything.”

His mouth met hers on instinct, arms wrapping around her, and she clung to him as though he were driftwood in a storm.

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platypanthewriter · 3 years

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The Tanning Rock

Harringrove April prompt 28, Tanning--Creatures!AU (This one grew to nearly 6k and I’m so sorry) @wasting-time-again HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, HAVE A MERMAN! XD

The lawyer who summoned Billy—about an inheritance, he said—was...weird. Straight out of a movie, with long incisors and a cravat, and he steepled his fingers as he talked.

Max said he was probably actually a vampire, and Billy agreed—which was weird, because as far as Billy knew, his mom’s family wasn’t exactly old money, and it was hard to imagine a vampire getting on a plane to fly clear to California and summoning him to a crypt full of file cabinets, all just to read a will about his mom’s collection of surfing stickers and pile of old National Geographics.

Billy knew his father had disowned him, so he bit his lips together, waiting to hear that his mother had died.

“I am here about the estate of your grandmother,” said the vampire lawyer, and Billy drew a shaky breath of relief. “Your mother was disowned—” he said, and Billy almost snorted a laugh—like mother, like son, he thought, “—and so her domicile has passed to you.”

“Wait, what,” Billy breathed, wide-eyed.

“It is an unusual case,” said the lawyer—Fangun and Stayk, est. 986, read his card, but Billy wasn’t sure whether he was speaking to Fangun or Stayk, or whether the whole thing was a joke yet, so he kept his mouth shut. “You will take ownership of the house and land, however, you may not live there—that is, not year-round, not unless you are given an invitation by a resident. It is a closed community.”

“...can I sell it?” Billy asked, and the deepset eyes of the lawyer stared back at him, bloodshot and dry.

“At well below market value,” he said, steepling his fingers again. They made a dryish noise. “As I said, they dislike outsiders. And a stranger will be even more of an outsider than you, in whom runs...the blood of the place.”

Billy wondered, dully, whether he’d inherited a haunted graveyard, or a den of werewolves, and groaned into his hands. Maybe he was part zombie somehow. Just his luck. “Where is it,” he sighed.

“It is not on commonly available maps,” said the vampire, and Billy nodded. It figured, he thought, though his ears perked up considerably when his grandmother’s lawyer laid out a map of Hawaii.

They got a ride from the shore on a fishing boat at four o’clock in the morning. “It’s barely tourist season yet,” said the fisherwoman, showing Max how to steer. “There will be a ferry, in a week or two, but I can give you two a ride out the day your visa’s up if the ferry quits sooner.”

“We want enough time to look around,” Max said, glancing at Billy. They’d let their lease run out, and sold most of their things, because a few orange crates of records were a small price to pay for never running into Neil Hargrove around town. “You could get a job on one of the normal islands,” Max had suggested, quietly, over and over. “If they don’t like us enough.”

Billy’d never suggested moving Max so far away, but she’d assumed they were going, and after a while he went along with it. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thought, getting a job in a hotel somewhere after the islanders threw him out. Max would probably love it, in Hawaii.

A fresh start, she had said, and it sounded good.

He and Max were greeted by a woman in a wheelchair, who stamped their passports. “Technically, we’re a different country,” she said, smiling. She had very brown skin, and looked contentedly half-asleep in the sun. “You’re the only visitors on the island, for a week or two,” she said, cocking her head. “We’re not always in a big hurry to scrub up the ferry for the summer. We love the money, but the tourists...” she laughed, shaking her head. “Three-month pleasure trip visa. Have a nice summer,” she said, waving them away.

Her benign lack of interest lessened Billy’s initial fears that he’d inherited membership in some rich, yoga-pants-wearing, white Human Superiority cult.

The house was traditional-ish, with a grass roof and walls, big open windows with no glass, only shutters, and a wide shaded veranda all the way around. It looked over a beach with rolling waves, and Billy couldn’t wait to get his board out there.

“I’m gonna look around the house,” Max said. “See if I can find any neighbors. Maybe I can bring them cookies.” She set her jaw, frowning around at their luggage, and the scattered pillows. “Maybe we can buy some furniture somewhere.”

“...we can always just come here for summers,” Billy told her, breathing it in.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have a great time getting a tourism job where you don’t work summers,” Max said, raising a sarcastic eyebrow, and Billy realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach that she expected him to figure it out. Find someone who wanted him to stay, here, on the island, at his grandmother’s house.

“I’m no good at making friends, Max,” he reminded her, and she snorted.

“Better get out of my hair, then.” She folded her arms, taking another deep breath of the smell of grass in the sun. After a long moment, she looked back at him again. “...we’ve got a little over three months, Billy.”

He suspected it sounded longer to her.

When he wandered down to the beach, Billy could see someone’s tanned shoulders lying across a jutting rock about fifty feet out, and he paddled a ways towards it on his surfboard, getting the lay of the ocean. There was a rip tide, dark and eerily quiet, to his right, but the rest of the beach had shallow, warm, clear waves over white sand and coral until a dark dropoff about fifty feet out where the rolling waves began.

As he paddled closer to the rock, he could see the man on it—asleep, Billy thought, just lying in the sun as the waves lapped at his skin. As Billy drifted closer, paddling with his hands, he could see a long-fingered hand hanging in the water, and he paddled faster, suddenly wondering whether the man wanted to be out on a rock, or whether he was a Dude In Distress, his leg cramped, needing a ride to the beach on Billy’s surfboard and a trip around the boardwalk, and maybe some shaved ice.

As Billy approached, the guy opened his eyes, frowning over at Billy with wide, half-awake brown eyes. He pushed himself up on the rock with his arms like the goddamn Little Mermaid, Billy thought, amused. His throat went dry watching the flex of muscle, and the water droplets where the dude had lifted himself out of the bay.

Billy paddled at random, a little, unable to tear his eyes away. He cleared his throat. “Just, uh, making sure you didn’t need any help,” he said, staring at the tanned arms and swimmer’s chest in front of him, nearly triangular, like a superhero. “I, um. Guess you’re fine.”

The guy raised his eyebrows, starting to smirk, and then his eyes widened, and Billy realized in a flash of blue and foam that he’d drifted right into the fucking rip tide. Right in front of the gorgeous dude on the rock, Billy thought in the back of his mind, trying to hold onto his surfboard and let the rip tide take him wherever it would. Just his luck, he thought, dying because he was so damn gay he saw nice shoulders and his brain switched off. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to breathe before he got sucked down, and his lungs and sinuses were starting to ache worse than the rest of him, even as he was buffeted around against his board, when an arm slid around his waist.

He wanted to yell at the guy—and he did, in an explosion of bubbles—because what the hell good was it gonna do, swimming into a rip tide, but the muscles against his back and butt flexed, and they were moving sideways out of the rip tide, and then Billy’s head was above water. He gasped and choked, coughing up half the sea. The ocean moved soothingly around them, as this dude had no trouble holding Billy up, and Billy tried to clear his throat and eyes.

“Have you seriously never seen a tail before,” the guy groaned, hauling Billy along like he was no more effort to lift than a little kid at the pool. Billy felt rock against his thigh, suddenly, and scrambled onto it, coughing and wiping his eyes to see he was on the jutting rock the dude must have jumped off of, to save him.

“How-how fucking humiliating,” he gasped out loud. “Can’t believe. C-can’t believe I fucking p-paddled into a rip tide.”

“You drifted back into the...yeah,” his hot rescuer said, still in the water, with one hand on the rock to hold him steady as he frowned at Billy. His voice sounded a little odd—Billy was reminded of the Chinese grocery by his house, where their English was perfect, but they had a lilt as they tried to speak an atonal language with a tonal ear. Up close, he was even prettier, with moles Billy wanted to track down his neck and shoulders, and a doubtful, scrunched-up mouth Billy wanted to kiss.

“Sorry,” Billy wheezed, still coughing. “Sorry, I’m such a moron, sorry.” He tried to keep his eyes above the water level, but some part of his brain kept looking for tanned legs kicking under the surface, and he suddenly registered that the moving colors weren’t just fish and anemones. “Holy shit,” he coughed out. “You have a tail.”

His rescuer frowned harder, probably worried Billy had brain damage. “I figured that’s why you swam into the rip tide,” he said slowly, and Billy shook his head, groaning.

“No—fuck, I’m sorry, you—you’re just hot as fuck, I’m just a moron, I’m—damn it,” he sighed. “Sorry, jesus, I’m so fucking rude, sorry, I just didn’t notice, I was like ‘How the hell did he get me out of there? OH!’, sorry,” he muttered, sighing. “...drown me.”

“I am though, right,” the merman said, grinning, “—hotter than you,” and Billy realized he’d found the only person on the island more annoying than he was.

“Yeah, yeah, just laugh at the poor gay moron who nearly drowned staring at you, that’s nice,” he huffed, lying back against the warm rock to catch his breath.

“Was it love at first sight?” asked his rescuer, and Billy opened his eyes to glare.

“Shut up, asshole,” he grunted.

“Just asking,” his tormenter asked. “Are you gonna pine away, sighing over me? Hey, d’you think you’ll always do that? If I swim over in town, you think you’ll fall off the boardwalk?”

“Fuck you,” Billy told him, leaning his face in his arms and laughing. “Yeah, probably, you shithead. Are you gonna...follow me around? So I can look like more of an idiot?”

“Mmm, can you though…” the gorgeous merman asked thoughtfully, and Billy growled into his arms, feeling his whole body warm. He blamed it on the sun. “Why,” his rescuer asked, pulling himself up to laugh against Billy’s ear. “—you want me to follow you someplace?”

“Oh my god,” Billy groaned, laughing harder. “Are you afraid to leave me alone now? What if I try and eat my surfboard?”

“...are you gonna?”

“Maybe?!” Billy told him, then pushed himself up, frowning around to look for it.

“I’ve got it, it’s right here,” the smug asshole told him, waggling the surfboard in the water. “Want me to take you back to shore?”

“No!” Billy laughed, sighing. “I’m going surfing, just because I nearly died making an ass of myself doesn’t mean—”

“Hrm, maybe I should keep an eye on you.”

“Why,” Billy asked, then pitched his voice just a little lower. “You like what you see?”

“I could get used to it,” the merman said, and Billy started to preen, but the dickhead finished with “—kind of a comedy special, kind of thing,” and Billy reached over and smacked a big splash of water at him.

He laughed, his throat arching back, the gills along it thin dark lines that Billy fantasized kissing around.

Just as Billy was considering grabbing the surfboard and using it as a weapon of blunt force trauma, the merman leaned in close, his smirk widening around pointed teeth, and his cool, salty lips pressed firmly against Billy’s. Billy made a weird gulping noise in his throat, and the asshole started to pull away, but Billy leaned in, and fell clean off the rock. His weight dunked them both, and they rose sputtering and laughing, Billy held securely in his merman’s arms as his surfboard floated away. He couldn’t really bring himself to care.

“...my name’s Billy,” he panted.

“...Steve,” the mer-dickhead said, raising his eyebrows, like it was weird to want to know his name.

“...I inherited a house here,” Billy told him in a rush, drunk on kisses. “I’m from California. My mom used to talk about this place when I was a kid. Surfing here. With her mom.”

“...is she here?” Steve asked, steadying them with one hand on the rock, and glancing back at the beach.

Billy laughed, shaking his head. “Fuck, sorry, you don’t need to know my shit. We can make out. You’re short-circuiting my brain.”

“...I should probably get your surfboard,” Steve told him, grinning, but he leaned his head in again, gentle with his sharp teeth, and Billy inhaled shakily as the points grazed his lips and tongue.

“Jesus,” he whispered, once he could talk, and then he licked his lips and wrenched himself away to swim after his surfboard, just so his smug rescuer wouldn’t have to fetch it for him. The waves got bigger as he got out to where the trees weren’t acting as a windbreak, and he clambered up on his board, glaring back as Steve wolf-whistled.

When he let the tides pull him back towards the gorgeous merman on the rock, he lost his mind again, telling him his tail looked like a peacock butt, and Steve cracked up, grinning at him.

“...so, neighbor, you have to win someone over enough to invite you to stay,” he said, cocking his head.

“Yup,” Billy told him, pointing up at the house he’d inherited, built into the hill, the old grass vacation cottage blending in with the trees.

“And your method is to tell me I look like bird ass,” Steve continued, and Billy grimaced, waving his hands.

“No! No, I don’t—I know people have to get to know you. Here. I’ll…” he sighed. “I’ll try for a few months and see what happens. If nothing...clicks, maybe I’ll try again next summer,” he said, grimacing, and wondering what Max would do, if they weren’t allowed to stay. Leave, maybe, he thought—she was seventeen, and she could get a job herself.

He ended up teaching Steve to surf, after showing off his best efforts. When he swam back, panting, Steve looked properly impressed, and even more tanned. “Teach me,” he said, and Billy leaned in to kiss him again, nodding.

“That gonna get you to like me enough to let me stay?” Billy asked, and Steve frowned at him, but Billy laughed, and leaned in for another kiss.

“Tomorrow?” Steve had whispered against his lips, and Billy got no sleep at all that night, he just rolled over every couple hours to check the clock, and see that another two minutes had passed.

Steve was fascinating to watch on the board, his tail trailing as he controlled it with his hands around either side, his abs flexing as he held himself in a kind of plank pose with the support of his tail. Billy watched, and realized he was drooling.

“You like me enough to keep me?” he asked that night, teasing, and Steve laughed.

“Ask me again tomorrow.”

Merpeople—or at least, Steve, Billy corrected mentally, realizing he was dealing with a sample size of one—loved bread. Like a cat, Billy thought, watching Steve eye his croissant, or bagel. He started just bringing one every morning for Steve, and some coffee, and it was hilarious watching the fluffy flesh of a croissant dangling between Steve’s shark-like teeth. He waited every morning, and even though Billy wasn’t sure whether Steve was waiting for Billy or the bread he was carrying, he got heart palpitations every time he came down the ramp to the dock, and he could see the little lump of Steve’s head on his folded arms, the rest of him hanging off into the water.

“A few bagels aren’t enough to win me over,” Steve told him, and Billy’s stomach twisted, a little. He wished he hadn’t brought it up, kind of—the knowledge that he might have to leave hurt, like a sore tooth he couldn’t stop worrying at in his mouth. “Maybe more croissants,” Steve said, smiling, and Billy brought him more croissants.

When they’d arrived, they’d discovered the town was filled with mermaid stuff, and at first, Max and Billy had snickered at it, because surely even if there’d been a merperson or two living near a human town once, they’d died decades ago, or they just traded with fishing boats, far out at sea. They hadn’t considered the amount of people in wheelchairs, or the spray bottles close to hand.

When Billy suggested he bring lunch down from town, Steve swam over to haul himself up—his tail flashing in the light—through the bottom of one of the little sheds on the dock. Moments later, he banged the door open, wheeling out in an old rusty wheelchair. He spun it in a circle, waiting for Billy to climb out of the water, and then zipped ahead up the ramp to the path.

“Wait up, jesus,” Billy yelled after him, and Steve laughed, the muscles in his arms mesmerizing as they spun the wheels. He slowed down eventually, panting, enough for Billy to jog and catch up. “...lemme know if you want me to push,” Billy told him, and Steve snorted.

“Touch my chair and die,” he said.

“Fair enough,” Billy said, holding his hands up, and Steve laughed.

“It makes me…” he squinted, thinking. “...seasick…?” he offered, and Billy nodded, trotting along next to him.

“Motion-sick, probably,” he suggested, and Steve mouthed it as he rolled along.

The lady at the shaved ice stand leaned out and folded her arms on the edge of the little window, laughing at Steve. “You know they make those that work!” she called, and he flipped her off. “They don’t have to be electric! They make ‘em that just move smoothly.”

“It’ll just rust in my shed,” Steve told her, shrugging. “It’s fine.” As they waited for their tacos, Steve pulled up to a table, and his rusty, janky wheels kept rolling backwards, until Steve sighed and bent down to stuff some rocks under there.

“My friend Robin and I went in together on a nicer one,” he said, “—but I can’t park it in the shed. This one’s not so bad,” and Billy’s perception of it shifted a bit—maybe it was more like getting stuck with an old beater car occasionally, instead of something Steve needed help with. “...want to wander around, after?” Billy asked. “I haven’t got any souvenirs yet.”

Steve paused, then licked his lips. “Planning your trip home already?”

“...dunno yet,” Billy said, the invitation unspoken between them. It seemed ridiculous to want to stay so badly just because he’d met a pair of gorgeously tanned shoulders and a teasing smile, but it also wasn’t...hard to imagine, lingering on the island to go snorkeling with Steve, and learning about the reefs—he’d absorbed enough for a few semesters of marine biology, he was fairly sure, but told as stories, just off-handed things Steve had seen—and Billy was already wanting a drysuit, so he could go in the fall. Maybe Billy could get a job on a fishing boat, he thought vaguely, or help out in one of the shops.

If Steve would invite him.

Steve had slid his hands under Billy’s swimsuit a few times, pressing him back on their rock, or on the docks, rocking into him as Billy panted and gasped and fell apart under his hands—but he never said anything, after, and Billy hesitated to ask whether it was...anything, to Steve. Maybe he picks an idiot every summer, he thought, watching Steve smile at the depictions of mermaids on every surface of every shop on the main street.

“You all spend so much time keeping everything dry and dead,” he said, grinning over at Billy, who’d been anticipating a comment on the mermaid’s hourglass-like proportions, not her lack of water damage.

“...oh,” he said.

“I have a figurehead like that, but covered in anemones,” Steve said, cocking his head. “It’s beautiful.”

“I mean...you could...plant a vine on it, maybe?”

Steve nodded. “Put it outside in the rain, let it grow.” The lady behind the counter sighed, rolling her eyes, and Steve laughed.

“There’s a whole movement to ‘preserve’ our art,” he whispered to Billy. “Which mostly means they don’t let it become our art.”

“Huh,” Billy said, wondering whether human houses looked like museums, or mausoleums, to merpeople.

“Not to say that I’d pour water on your television set, or drop your mattress in the bay,” Steve said, grimacing a little, and watching Billy’s face. “I get that much.” He looked kind of uncomfortable with the lady behind the counter glaring at him, ducking his head.

Billy leaned to kiss him. He nearly steadied himself on the chair, and then remembering it would roll, and just held his hands away. Steve grinned up at him, particularly at his outstretched hands, and yanked Billy down on his not very much of a lap, hurriedly curling his tail up and around Billy’s waist as Billy threatened to slide down the smooth scales to the ground. Billy threw his arms around Steve’s neck, wide-eyed, as Steve held the wheels firmly, keeping the chair from rolling backwards under the weight of two grown men.

“Let’s go,” Steve whispered, and Billy nodded, breathing Steve’s sun-and-salt smell, and wondering whether it was okay to ask whether Steve would consider inviting him to stay—just until the next season, Billy thought, as the chair and Steve’s tail moved under him. Until the next summer, when he could ask whether Steve wanted him to stay again, or whether he wanted Billy gone.

After staying a whole year, Billy thought he might not have it in him to ask whether Steve was tired of him yet, but the thought of waking every morning to run down to the docks with coffee and banana bread was addictive, and he tried not to think about the end.

Billy ran into the lady who’d stamped his passport, and caught himself staring at her tanned legs propped up on the railing. “Oh, I’m human,” she said, laughing. “But I love it here. I can even shop in the little bookstore, imagine,” she said, and now that Billy thought about it, he realized it had an elevator in the back, and little lifts for the walkways along the higher shelves. “I’ve never had someone offer to lift me into their cafe, here,” she said, her nose wrinkled, and Billy nodded slowly.

“Shoot that thing!” she yelled, when she saw Steve’s awful old wheelchair, and he flipped her off.

“We can only invite a few people,” Steve told him, as they ate noodle bowls. “It’s for somebody you marry, you know, their family, maybe. Or if you leave the island, and have a kid.”

“Yeah,” Billy said softly, hearing the message clearly—invitations were not to be wasted, and Billy wasn’t special enough to keep. He finished his lunch, trying not to feel all butthurt about it. Max would probably understand.

Steve kissed him again, on the docks, and Billy leaned into it, feeling the familiar pressure of tears in his sinuses, and behind his eyes. He had three weeks left, he told himself. Three more weeks. Steve slid a hand up the back of Billy’s head, humming against his mouth, and Billy let himself go soft in his arms.

When they returned to the docks, Steve dug a big beach blanket out, and they spread it out on the sand, and Billy stayed out that night, losing himself in Steve’s warm hands and mouth, under stars like he’d never seen before.

Steve was watching his face the next morning, with a little frown, and Billy pulled away, sitting up.

“Better than croissants?” Billy asked, smirking a little, and Steve sighed.

“Was that what this was? Fucking me won’t make me give you an invitation,” he said. He didn’t look amused, the way he had over the bagels, and Billy wondered whether it had worked, a little. Billy’d always had a talented mouth.

“I won’t know if I don’t try, will I,” he said, laughing. “Maybe another round will help?”

“...I have to go,” Steve said, and he didn’t even fold up the blanket, just pushed himself off the edge and slid over the wet sand into the water, gone in a flip of tail. Billy watched for long minutes to see whether he’d come back—they’d been spending every day together, but probably Steve had stuff he needed to do, all the things he’d done before Billy had shown up at the island, easy with his body and his affections.

Billy folded up the blanket, and sat it in the shed, looking around. There really wasn’t much in there—it was the size of a small bathroom, with some knives for fishing, and a frayed net, and the beat-up wheelchair.

It smelled like Steve, and Billy stood and breathed, his eyes blurring with tears.

Steve didn’t come back, and after an hour or so Billy walked home, and ran into Max returning. “Billy!” she said, with a wide grin. “Nice night? I was out getting breakfast.” She told him about somebody named El, and somebody else named Lucas, and a Dustin.

Max was making friends too, he realized, which kind of made everything worse—she was doing her best, and Billy was just mooning over some guy who thought he was barely good enough for a fuck on the beach. She’d even met their families, he realized, listening, and registered that he hadn’t met any of Steve’s friends. He groaned into the pillows tossed around on the mat floor, and sighed.

“Should I stop seeing him?” he asked, mostly at the ceiling.

“I dunno why now,” Max said. “You’re not gonna find somebody else in a couple weeks.”

“Shit,” Billy groaned again.

“We can try again next summer,” Max said. “I like it here.”

The idea of returning the next summer, once Steve was bored, was enough to make Billy clench his jaw tight against the pillow he was hugging, squeezing his eyes shut against tears. “...yeah,” he said softly.

“God, you sound tragic,” she sighed, wandering over and dropping to sit on his butt. He grunted. “It’s fine, jesus. Worst case scenario we have a, like, vacation home. The vampire dude said we didn’t have to pay taxes on it.”

“Yeah, just pay for plane fare,” Billy sighed.

“He’s out there, y’know,” she said, “—tanning,” and Billy scrambled up so fast he dumped her with a drum noise on the taut mats.

When he swam out, Steve just stared out to sea, and Billy clung to the edge of the rock, biting his lips.

“I’m not giving you one of my invitations,” Steve said. “So stop trying to manipulate me into it.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, kind of wishing they’d never met. “Yeah, okay. Do—is that all, or are you sticking around?”

“I’ll stay,” Steve said, frowning at him, “—if you still wanna waste your time on somebody who’s not—how do you say it? Putting out?”

“...it’s not a waste of time,” Billy told him, swallowing hard. “I just wanted it to last longer, is all—” and Steve’s eyes narrowed intently. He grabbed Billy around the back of the neck, and yanked him into a kiss.

The remaining weeks, he took Billy snorkeling, and they had sex every night under the stars, Billy panting Steve’s name, and Steve holding him so tightly it almost hurt. Billy took him to meet Max, and she eyed him warily, but Billy fought and succeeded at securing Steve a plate of brownies, and he was vocally appreciative. She softened a little, at that.

Two days before they had to leave, Steve was lying next to Billy on the wet sand, the waves lapping up nearly to their waists. His shoulder was warm under Billy’s head, and smelled like the high ocean waves.

“...d’you think you’ll come back next summer,” Steve asked, and Billy snorted.

“Depends on whether I can afford airfare,” he said, sighing. “Depends on whether I can get a job somewhere that doesn’t need me in the summer.”

“...so I might just never see you again?” Steve asked flatly, and Billy laughed, shrugging.

“I don’t know,” he said, “—do you want to?”

“...fuck you,” Steve sighed, and Billy pushed himself up to frown at Steve’s face.

“I don’t know what you want,” he said, glaring back at Steve’s narrowed brown eyes. “You wanted me to shut up about staying. What am I supposed to say?”

Steve bit his lips together, and looked away. “...you know I’m gonna give you an invitation. You can just tell me.”

“What,” Billy whispered, scrambling to sit up, his heart pounding as Steve flopped over to scrabble around under his wheelchair, his tail flapping around a little in concentration, like a cat’s. He held an envelope out to Billy without even looking over.

“There,” he said. “All yours.”

“What,” Billy breathed, and then he half-crumpled it, opening it clumsily. “You—you’re giving me one?”

“Two,” Steve said, flatly, frowning down at the sand under his hands. “You and Max, right?”

“Holy shit,” Billy whispered, scrambling over to kiss him, once, then twice, relishing the little noise Steve made in the back of his throat when his lip slid between Billy’s teeth. “I have to go tell her,” he said, half laughing, his vision blurring with tears.

“Okay,” Steve said, quietly, and Billy hugged him before scrambling up and running back to the house.

Max stared at the two calligraphed invitations on the odd plasticky “paper” the merfolk used, written in Sharpie, and shook her head slowly. “You did it,” she said, and Billy laughed, nodding.

“He wanted me to stay enough,” he said, wiping his eyes, and desperately wanting Max to offer to handle the paperwork, so he could run back and kiss Steve.

There was a knock on the door. Max ran and opened it, and a short-haired woman wheeled in in a rainbow overall dress, and a small, fancy electric wheelchair, her tail the reds and oranges of a sunset. Billy never quite stopped being envious of how pretty the merpeople were.

“Steve gave you his invites, didn’t he,” she said, and Max slid them around her back, her eyes narrowing.

“...yeah,” Billy said, warily.

“Give them back to him,” she ordered, glaring between them. “He’s been saving those a long-ass time. He’s got plans for those, and he doesn’t need guilt-tripping by a pair of manipulative orphans, jesus.”

“I didn’t guilt-trip him,” Billy said, feeling guilty, suddenly, and remembering Steve’s stiffness as he handed them over. “I didn’t,” he said, less certainly. “...he...he just likes me, he wants me to stay—”

“He’s known you three months, and you told him you fucked him to get someplace nice for your sister to live,” she said crisply. “Give them back.”

“He’s not giving them back,” Max hissed, but she was staring at Billy in horror.

“I didn’t say that,” Billy said, waving his hands. “I didn’t! Not...exactly.”

“Fuck you,” the woman said, glaring. “You pressured him.”

“Fuck,” Billy agreed, his eyes tearing up again. “Lemme—lemme go talk to him. Max, give—give ‘em here.”

“No,” she said, sounding choked, but he walked over and grabbed them, and hugged her.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said under his breath, for her ears only, and ran back out.

Steve was perched up on his rock again, and Billy grabbed his surfboard and sat on it to glide out, paddling with his hands. The water was clear under him, his shadow passing over the anemones on the reef, and he watched the fish darting around, swallowing repeatedly.

“Hey,” he said, when he got close enough, and Steve’s head jerked around, glowering warily.

“...you came back,” he said.

“...you want me to stay, right,” Billy said, cutting straight to the chase. “You gave me these because you want me to stay.” Steve frowned back at him, and Billy’s heart sank. “Answer,” he said, his throat closing around the word.

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it,” Steve said, reaching out, but he just grabbed Billy’s board before he could drift into the rip tide again. “You wanted to stay.” He was tense, and he wouldn’t meet Billy’s eyes.

“What do you want,” Billy asked again. “...because I think your friend Robin’s in my house, and she says I guilted you into it, talking about Max. Do you...if I didn’t need an invite. Would you want me to stay?”

“...I guess,” Steve sighed, and Billy swung his leg over the board, dumping himself straight down in the water, because he was definitely about to make some kind of awful noise, and the sea felt good on his hot, wet cheeks. Steve couldn’t see him crying underwater, he thought, grabbing a jut of rock to keep himself from floating back up.

He wished he could take a few slow breaths, he thought, closing his eyes, and then something brushed his arm. He opened his eyes on Steve’s wide-eyed face, his hair swirling in the water. Billy bit his lips together harder, his hands clenching on the rock, and Steve shook his head, pointing up.

“Up,” he mouthed. “Come on.”

Billy let himself be hauled upwards, and pushed up on the rock again, like when they’d first met.

“What are you doing,” Steve asked, hanging on to Billy’s surfboard.

“Nothing,” Billy said, keeping his voice level. “I thought you wanted me to stay. For me. You can have your invites back. I didn’t—” he took a deep breath, hearing Steve’s voice say stop trying to manipulate me, and Robin’s guilt-tripping. “I fucking know I’m pathetic, okay, you don’t have to pity me. Sorry I—sorry I fucking tried, jesus, I just—” he shut his eyes tightly again, laughing as he imagined Robin’s disgusted look knowing Billy’d gone out and cried.

“Wait, fuck,” Steve whispered, clambering up next to him, where Billy barely fit by himself, since it was high tide. He was warm from the sun, his tanned skin gleaming with water droplets, and Billy salivated, because his dick obviously hadn’t gotten the message it wasn’t wanted. “Wait,” Steve said, half on top of him, his weight grating Billy’s shoulder blades against the rock. Billy didn’t really mind. “You only want to stay if—if I want you, what—what does that mean—” His brown eyes were huge.

“...don’t really know how to be clearer,” Billy told him, unable to pull his eyes from Steve’s mouth.

“You don’t want to stay unless I’m happy about it,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s hands.

“Yeah, that’s kinda how it gets, when you fall for somebody,” Billy told him, raising his eyebrows, and Steve took a shuddery breath and kissed him again. He didn’t stop, though, he just kissed Billy and kissed him, laughing shakily, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, as Billy clung to him and the rock, trying to keep them from tumbling off. “I want you here, I want you. Stay with me.”

“I’m what you want?” Billy asked, startled, his brain hazy from warm kisses, and the scrape of pointed teeth. “‘M yours then,” he whispered. “All—all of me. S’yours.”

They laid there so long, whispering and giggling, that Billy had tan lines of Steve’s fingers on his shoulder for months.

Here are the other Harringrove April prompts I’ve done!

#Harringrove April #Mermay #Almost #Harringrove #Steve's got a tail #Billy's got a surfboard

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 3 years

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Alpha, Hey!

For your ask request. Aside from Shape Shifters/Werewolves, what, if any, mythical creature/supernatural being would ascribe/create out of Chin, Kono, Steve, and Danny, (or at least McDanno)?

Secondly. Just how are you, how have you been?

Feel free to be as detailed about either of these as you desire.

I think Kono would be a Teen Wolf version of a Kitsune. A water elemental one, which is why she had a very strong pull to the ocean and why as a surfer it was almost as if she walked on water. She was one with the water! This line comes from her mother, who’s own tails might have been hurt/broken by hunters which is how she became ill. Kitsunes are foxes...and Kono is a damn vixen, no one will argue that! She’s also mischievous and fun! Mischief doesn’t equal to malevolent, but never doubt how dangerous a fox can be. And because they’re cousins, is part of that kitsune family. Maybe Kono has a more direct line of succession while Chin’s is more watered down. He doesn’t have the tails and the transformation but he has the nature. That silver tongue and calming zen about him as if he were over 900 years old, that can read people and talk them into giving him the information he needs to get. And much like in mythology when the fox in a lot of folklore is seen as the villain for their cunningness...what happened to him in canon kind of reflects a bit on that. The nature of how things went down and all.... I’m inclined to give Steve the merman slot. Because of the navy and being a SEAL and his love for the water. Mythology about mermaids is different because on what you read and even mermaids around the world are different based on location. The siren-esk-ness is something I wanted to put into Steve. He’s got this musical side to him that’s sprinkled in but he’s shy about it. As would a merman living on land who knows how powerful his singing voice an be. Steve’s inner struggle might be more so my headcanon of him. Of him struggling to be out of the Navy, he’s still a soldier even if he’s out of uniform. He’s still has his rank and power, but the world he’s living in isn’t what he was used to. And if that’s not a metaphor for literally being a (merman)fish out of water then...idk what is xD! So maybe he’s a half-breed. And Doris leaving was her really having to return to the sea and leaving behind her son because maybe she didn’t want to tear him away from his home or family, and/or she knew he wouldn’t be well received in her home...and this is kinda the plot of Aquaman isn’t it? xD Sort of. But yeah, Steve being part merman/siren, being unsure where to call home. No place really feeling completely right. The Navy being the most fitting because it involved a lot of the sea, as well as letting him use any and all pent up anger he had inside of him...until he met other ‘fishes out of water’. And then, quoting Inuyasha a bit “There were two worlds and I thought I didn’t fit in either...but I did have a place. I was just the only one in it.” I’m paraphrasing but yeah. Then he met his Ohana. Danny we’re going straight demigod. I debate on making him a demigod himself or a legacy. But pulling things from canon, something that could have torn or really been a thorn in Danny’s parents marriage could be that either of them weren’t Danny’s biological parent. And because it was his mom who went to visit him, Danny’s dad being any of the gods could have been a sore point. And then it’s always fun deciding who said godly parent that is. I’ve actually made a Hawaii 5-0/Percy Jackson crossover series where he was the son of Zeus. Reason I chose the head honcho himself is because Danny carries that regal son of a King of Gods tude, but also being forced to move to Hawaii was hell for him as a parent, but imagine being forced to move to a place surrounded by your uncle’s domain....who, though chiller than your own dad, your life and the life of your kids could be at risk if your uncle’s beef with your dad takes a bad turn. Also maybe being surrounded by water affects his powers? Maybe he’s not as welcomed into the waters, which would explain Danny’s reluctance to it. Hawaiians being aggressive to Danny by instinct could be just...a vibe. They know he’s the direct child of a god that’s got nothing to do with any of their religions/pantheons and feel threatened, and that just kinda slips in with the white blonde guy with blue eyes on an island that was conquered...in the stories itself, I had that Danny had to pay proper tributes to the spirits and deities of the island as a demigod task to keep the peace between his family and the island. A lot of his work on Five Oh would help him be recognized as a hero to those in the know. Which would be another challenge to Danny. Because back east where the Greek Gods were known and common place among that ‘supernatural world’, Danny as a son of Zeus would be assumed to be a ‘hero’ automatically and deemed a good guy, but on the island that wasn’t immediately given but had to be earned. Me? I’m hanging in there. My writing comes and goes. I’ve been on tumblr but more so on my rping blog. I’ve recently just got my second dose of the vaccine and I’m waiting to hear if I might have a shot at a job. I’ve done more bread baking, and also more desserts in the Mexican culture because food’s the way I connect with my culture and heritage since I can’t easily go to Mexico(even before the pandemic). I’ve began to dabble in digital art. I’m nowhere near good but I’ve began. With practice I’ll hopefully be able to create visual works of my ships and not just written stuff! I’ve been okay! With how the world is at the moment I’m grateful for what I have and how lucky I’ve been. Thank you, friend! <3

#Thank you for the ask!#Hawaii 5-0 #Kono Kalakaua #Chin Ho Kelly #Danny Williams #mythology #creatures #vaccine mention #about me #long post #headcanons #mcdannoangelwolf

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brycelahelalover · 4 years

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Devastation

Pairing: Bryce × f!MC( Tesse Sterling ), Ethan × f!MC( I guess..)

Author's note: So I'm pretty sure some Ethan stans are going to hate me for this but I just had to do it. So sorry in advance.

Part 2

Tesse stood in the middle of the chamber. She was just done getting ready. Her mermaid wedding dress hugged her curves perfectly. She looked absolutely stunning in it. And even though her mom warned her against it, in fear that she might ruin her makeup, Tesse still couldn't help but shed some tears. It's finally here, the day she've been waiting for for the last six months is finally here. This is the day that's going to tie her to her love for the rest of her life. And even though some people find that thought disturbing, she finds it comforting. After all, she's going to be with the person she can be herself with, share her happiness and sorrows with, the person that will no matter what stand beside her.

She just put her necklace on when she heard a knock on the door after which Sienna poked her head inside.

"Wow, Tesse. You look beautiful." She said in awe.

"Thank you, Sienna. Come in."

The maid of honor practically run inside the room and then threw herself in Tesse's arms.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're getting married." She said, stifling her tears.

"I know, right?"

"I'm going to miss you, Tesse."

"Sienna, I'm getting married. Not emigrating." Responded Tesse, teasingly.

"I know.. But you're going to focus on being married and forget about us."

"That will never happen."

"Do you promise?"

"I do."

"Okay, I should go and check if everything is ready than I'll come and get you."

"Alright."

After Sienna left, Tesse went back to her vanity to check if she forgot anything. Just a few minutes later she heard another knock on the door, thinking that it's probably one of her friends, she yelled.

"Come in."

But the sight that greeted her when she turned to see who it is, knocked her off her feet.

"Easy."

He said after hurrying over to catch her before she fell. What was he doing here?

"Bryce.." She whispered, not believing her eyes.

"Hey there, princess. You look beautiful."

"What are you doing here?"

Indeed what was he doing there?. He was the last person she expected to see today. Not after the way he left a year ago.

"I came to congratulate you." He said.

"Really?" She hissed, pushing away from him.

"How dare you show your face in here?"

"Tesse, please let me explain.."

"What's there to explain? Huh? The fact that you disappeared off the face of the earth, or the fact that you left me without even saying goodbye."

"Please, I can explain.."

"No you can't."

"Tesse, I swear I can. Just give a few minutes than I can leave.."

She was going to refuse but the look on his face stoped her. She was never able to refuse him anything.

"Okay, but hurry up. As you can tell I don't have all day."

"Alright. I went to Hawaii."

"What? Why?"

"Believe me, it wasn't by choice. Dad sent me a lawyer all the way to Boston to tell me that if I didn't take Keiki back home, he'll press charges of kidnapping."

"What the heck?"

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. But as much of a criminal my dad is, he still has some big lawyers in his pocket. And if they set their minds to it, they probably would've sent me to jail."

"But you're his son."

"He doesn't feel that way. And it's mutual. I would never consider that bastard as a father. But anyway, I had no choice but to take her back. But instead of leaving her to the wolves like last time, I decided that I would stay with her."

"But that still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me."

"Because I couldn't. I couldn't break up with you, Tesse."

"So, you decided that it would be better to leave me in the dark?"

"At the time, yeah. But the minute I set foot on the plane, I knew I shoud've told you instead of being a coward about it. But by then, it was too late."

"We could've done long distance." Said Tesse after a few beats.

"I don't think we could've. Between work and other stuff, we would've barely had time for anything. Plus, the time difference.. It wouldn't have worked."

"We could've made it work." Said Tesse, tears welling in her eyes.

"You know we couldn't have." Responded Bryce, while brushing some stubborn tears that escaped away.

"So, since you're here, that means that things got better with your dad?"

"No. He couldn't help but go back to old habits. The police figured it out and put him back in prison with no possibility of parole this time. So me and Keiki decided it would be best if we came back. And when we did I found out you're getting married to Ramsey."

"Oh no, you don't get to guilt trip when you're the one who left."

"Tesse, no. I'm not guilty tripping you. If this is what you want than I fully support you. And if the one you love is Ethan than I don't have anyone to blame but myself."

"I do love Ethan."

"Than this is what you should do. Don't ever let anyone get in the way of your happiness." Said Bryce while kissing her forehead. Than she found herself looking at the door swinging shut.

A while later, Sienna came to retrieve her since everything is already in place. And not later after that she found herself walking down the aisle with her father by her side. She looked at the grinning faces on either side of her. And then she saw him. He was standing amongst the people with Keiki by his side. Though what she noticed the most was the look on his face. A look of acceptance. Acceptance that you lost something and will never get it back. She turned her face to look at the man at the end of the aisle, his smile as radiant as ever. Or as radiant as some of the time. The happiness coming off of him in waves upon seeing her. She should be feeling the same way. And she was. If you asked her 20 minutes ago what are you feeling? Utter happiness would've been her answer. But now all she was feeling was uncertainty.

They finally made it to the end of the aisle, where her futur spouse gave her one of his charming smiles that are souly saved for her, but instead of returning it like usual, she avoid his gaze and mentioned for the marriage officiant to begin.

They shared their vows and after what felt like forever the officiant asked.

"Do you, Ethan Jonah Ramsey, take Tesse Louise Sterling as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." Responded Ethan without a bit of hesitation.

Than the officiant turned to her.

"And do you, Tesse Louise Sterling, take Ethan Jonah Ramsey as your lawfully wedded husband?"

She hesitated, feeling her heart beating out of her chest, than she looked over all the guests, that awaited her answer with anticipation, meeting the eyes of the person that caused all her hesitation. Seeing the sadness like a curtain over his face but beyond that she could see a silver of hope in his eyes shinning like the first rays of the sun. And she knew exactly what her answer is.

"No."

She could hear the gasps coming from everywhere in the room but the loudest one came from in front of her.

"Why?" Asked Ethan, surprise and devastation written on his face.

"Ethan, listen to me. I love you, I truly do. But you're not the one for me." She said while holding his face between her hands. Than she sprinted down the aisle. Even though she knows she did the right thing, she can't help but feel a piece of her heart shatter to a million pieces.

She barely made it back to her chamber before the waterworks started. Her sobbing was so loud that she didn't hear anyone come in until she felt arms tucking her to a strong chest. His chest.

"Shush, it's okay."

"I shouldn't have done that to him. He will never forgive me."

"What did I say earlier about letting people stand in the way of your happiness. If you believed Ramsey could give you that happiness you would've gone along with the wedding."

Tesse lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"Bryce, I.."

"I know." He answered, stroking her head.

"What are we gonna do?" She said after a few beats.

"We'll figure it out. As long as we're together we can do anything."

The end

A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed this one and do tell me what do you think Tesse and Bryce will do. Do you like @tyrilsnightbloom think that they will work at a library until things calm down or do you thing something else? Like always I would really appreciate it if you like, comment or reblog. Tata.

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(bursts into inbox) thAT ASK MEME WITH ALL THE OCS U TAGGED (or just pick and choose but i genuinely would love to know all of them if u want afhdsgjsdhdjd) - darkwarfy

i'm going to start with the easy ones and end with the ones i haven't even talked about to you.

Red-

Full Name: Aaron Cupid Williams

Gender and Sexauilty: Male (trans) and Demisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Tribrid of Fae, WARLOCK, and Demon.

Birthplace and Birthdate: His birthplace is unknown to HIM so therefore it won't be stated. he was born on Halloween but the year is also unknown.

Guilty Pleasures: Dancing and Singing. his mother never allowed him to do anything fun when he lived with her (besides reading) so he hides that side of him.

Phobias: Spiders, water, and the dark.

What They Would Be Famous For: besides being the only one of his kind? his singing, there is just something about it.. i wonder what?

What They Would They Be Arrested For: destroying prisons and freeing wrongly captured supernaturals.

OC You Ship Them With: No one, Red is too young to date throughout most of the stories he is in.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Iris (his mom) or Icarus

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Favorite movie would be Shark Boy and Lava Girl, he loves kids movies. Book genre is sci-fi or adventure stories.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: For movies it has to Coraline and book cliche is the hero or hero's lover/bestfriend dying for the greater good.

Talents and/or Powers: Talents would be as i said before his dancing and singing. his powers? jesus Red has a LOT. He can do basic magic, he can light himself on fire in a blue magic flame before it spreads around himself. telepathy, teleportation, and "invisibility" (that's more lore stuff) not really a power but he can control his appearance (his was born with baby blue skin and light purple hair but his mother taught him to hide that side to blend in with humans) he has a ribbon spell that he can call them to wrap his wrists and his controls them (i.e pulling and wrapping up his targets) he has another spell that does the same thing called flower power (this with rose vines) that he uses to hurt someone if need be. okay this is getting too long but he has more.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He is such a sweet kid and lights up the rooms he is in. you can't help but love him.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Red can be a little troublemaker and cause chaos for fun. which gets annoying when shit goes down.

How They Change: Red always thought he was just a weapon, a tool for a war that was never coming. as he grows up and lives on his own with Angel, he changes to be someone full of love for not just others, but himself.

Why You Love Them: Red was my first ever OC. He has been through so much changes and growth and i think i finally love him as he is now.

Angel - (i'm gonna shorten the questions so this doesn't get too long)

Full Name: Nope- that's lore and i wanna tell you that Later.

Gender: Female (Trans), Lesbian.

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: loosely based on the mayans, a necromancer, and a clockwork angel necklace.

Birthplace: Her village in that universe's Tulum. Birthdate... she's existed for over 2000 years, who knows how old she is truly.

Guilty Pleasures: Gardening and painiting.

Phobias: the water. just- the water.

Famous For: bringing the dead back to life with ease.

Arrested For: Killing witches who mess with Red.

OC Shipped: I ship her with Niko, two crazy girls who just want bodies.

OC Murder: Iris again, or Lexi (not doing her, she isn't too important rn)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn't watch movies that often because she is ya know.. trapped. but when Red can watch something other than kids movies, Angel finds herself loving romance movies, hasn't picked a favorite yet. Books though? cook books! she enjoys learning about food even though she can't eat.

Least Favorite: Horror, just like Red. or anything with water. nothing against mermaids or wildlife, but she's seen enough of the sea for 10 lifetimes at least. Cliche would be evil necromancers, screw that.

Talents: Her painting are to die for. powers??? now this is going to be fun. Angel can bring back the dead, use her magic to move things and grab people. over the course of her time trapped, she has learned how to possess whomever wears her, which leads to some fun beat downs with both Red and Angel working as a single unit. oh did i mention Angel really loves to mess around with blood magic? she was the only one who was able to master it before the witches attacked.

Love Them: Someone would love her becauss how passionate and nurturing she is. also because she enjoys cracking jokes in the safety of the clockwork during the WORST of times.

Hate Them: the witches hated her for her powers and that she was "sick" in the head for enjoying blood magic.

How They Change: Angel had to learn to live as a soul for so long, slowly forgetting what it means to be a living person, that has to be bad for her mental health.

Love Them 2: Angel has become one of my favorites because of how much i've put thought into who she is.

Niko -

Name: she still hasn't came up with a last name, might just take Angel's :)

Gender and Sexuality: Nonbinary and pansexul

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Biracial, Japanse and Guyanese, a life sized Drawing Mannequin.

Birthplace: a black market factory that makes life sized objects to be used by witches. Birthdate, before 2016, at least.

Guilty Pleasures: ripping the skin off of witches for shit and giggles. oh and grooming dogs!

Phobias: none, nothing phases her.

Famous for: her spine chilling laugh.

Arrested for: all the murders she's done, that is, if she was ever caught.

OC Shipped: Angel of course.

OC Murder: any and all witches, Lexi, Syd.

Favorite Movie/Book: nope and nope! too busy living in the moment to sit down in one place, besides not have real hands. so the next question is useless.

Talents: is flawlessly ripping skin off of a living person a talent? Niko would say so. besides just living, Niko can change her shape into any type of doll/mannequin drawing or otherwise to hide in stores.

Love Them: she is a funny gal! creepy as shit but loyal once you've gained her trust.

Hate Them: "she. skins. people." -Syd at least 20 times.

How They Change: goes from a manic doll to a somewhat a stable person with the power of lOvE.

Love Them 2: She is perfect for Angel and that's enough for me.

Trinity -

Name: Trinity Wither Lakes

Gender: Female, Bisexual.

Pronouns: she/her.

Eithnicity/Species: Biracial, Polynesian, and African American. Werewolf and Siren.

Birthplace: Kaneohe, Hawaii. 3/17/1999.

Guilty Pleasures: Running in the woods in the middle of the night.

Phobias: being half wolf, she fears anything with silver, oh and blood.

Famous for: her speed.

Arrested for: graffiti and other forms of vandalism.

OC Shipped: Abigail. (not doing her either, sorry!)

OC Murder: Lexi, Raph, her grandparents.

Favorite Movie: Twilight and The Twilight Saga. she loves quoting the movies and books to piss everyone off, making it her favorites. Cliche would enimes to lovers.

Least Favorite: The Princess Bride, she just doesn't Get It. Cliche would be anything with angry werewolves or evil sirens. "we aren't your tropes, humans" -Trinity everytime she reads or watches something with a sexy but evil siren.

Talents: all the perks of being wolf and siren, nothing to add really.

Love Them: she is headstrong and makes for a good leader for a rebellion.

Hate Them: too loud, doesn't back down from a fight. will not shut up if someone is wronging her in public.

Change: she goes from the sheltered girl from her family's home in California to the loud rebel in Texas.

Love Them 2: Trin is like me, i don't know when to quit. if someone wrongs me i will scream it from the roof tops before i let them get away with it.

Syd -

Name: Syd Brimstone Lockwood

Gender: Female, Bisexual.

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, human.

Birthplace: Boston, Massachuestts. 4/20/1999

Guilty Pleasures: shitty reality tv, she lives for the drama. also magic, she has always been skeptical of the existence of magic so she spends much of her time researching and tracking down sightings of magic usage.

Phobias: None that i can think of.

Famous for: her deadpan delivery and humor/her resting bitch face.

Arrested for: stalking "known" supernaturals.

OC Shipped: Ainsel.

OC Murder: anyone who she follows would kill her, mainly Lexi or Raph though.

Favorite Movie: IT (2017) or a Purge movie. favorite cliche would be any boring, human trope. so like a coffee shop au.

Least Favorite: Harry Potter (okay she really enjoys the third one but she'd never admit it), cliche, would be magic. (she doesn't hate it, just that she doesn't believe.)

Talents: breaking and entering. "that's a fucking talent and you know it, Ains! i've never been caught in my life." -Syd. she is human so no powers.

Love Them: over protective of the ones she loves. would fight anyone to save Ainsel and she'd win.

Hate Them: her skepticism makes it hard for her to make friends and tears groups apart.

Change: after she meets a certain someone, she finally lets go of her overbearing skepticism and borderline hatred.

Love Them 2: i just love her character.

Ainsel -

Name: Ainsel Raven James

Gender: Female (Trans), Asexaul.

Pronouns: she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: African American (she has albinism), human.

Birthplace: Middletown, New York. 5/18/2002.

Guilty Pleasures: painting on herself, walking in the rain with no umbrella.

Phobias: fire. "You can't control it Sy-Sy!!! what if you drop that match huh?! we could go up in flames! i don't want to burn away!"

Famous For: her looks, or her happy go lucky nature.

Arrested For: Jay walking to get away from a monster or someone chasing her and Syd.

OC Shipped: Syd.

OC Murder: Lexi or Raph.

Favorite Movie: Tangled. Cliche, a happy ending.

Least Favorite: Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Cliche, a dog dying.

Talents: Her impeccable timing, always seeming to get Syd out of trouble before she is caught. "Nuh uh! none of that miss "breaking and entering!"" -Ainsel. Again a human so no powers.

Love Them: her optimism and acceptance of magic and the supernatural. how she loves everyone so fiercely and stands for what is right.

Hate Them: how happy and full of light she seems to be.

Change: She starts to stick up for herself more and learns how to fight back.

Love Them 2: i love how happy she is, i want to be that comfortable in my own skin like her.

Sebastain -

Name: Sebastain A. Montague

Gender: Male, Aromantic, Asexaul.

Pronouns: he/him.

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, Vampire and Sorcerer.

Birthplace: Venice, Italy. 7/25/1462

Guilty Pleasures: Ballroom Dancing. Drinking straight from the pulse.

Phobias: the sun, even if he can walk in the daylight.

Famous For: his charm and "naturally" good looks.

Arrested For: a string of murders in the east coast of the US.

OC shipped: no one, the only thing close to a relationship he has is his friendship with Red long into the future.

OC Murder: Syd tries, but she finds it's hard to kill something already dead.

Favorite Movie: he has lived for so long, he finds his memories are better than what you'll find in those picture shows. he does enjoy reading poems by Edgar Allan Poe or any of Dickinson's works. (skipping the next question)

Talents: Dancing and cooking. Powers, compulsion (vampire mind control), and the basic skillsets a sorcerer has.

Love Them: his charm, though their love is misplaced, is appreciated.

Hate Them: he is a world class bastard who knows how to use his charms to get what he wants, you.

Change: He learns to be nicer to people and not view them as just a food source.

Love Them 2: he is one cocky bastard but i wouldn't trade him for any other bitch out there.

Irri -

Name: Iradeseca the Faithful

Gender: Genderfluid, pansexual. (in a poly relationship).

Pronouns: any, but mainly goes by she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: she's.. she's an alien boss. (oqjsgsyisha) anyways she is from a race called The Marked Ones. i'll tell you all about them soon. Irri is of the Shifter classification, and is the last pure blood shifter left.

Birthplace: their (the girlfriends/partners) home planet, in the palace of the shifters. (no date because lore reasons, this will be the same for her girlfriends.)

Guilty Pleasures: her partners 😏

Phobias (more like fears): explosions, drowning, losing her girlfriends.

Famous For: her shifting ability.

Arrested For: well... L O R E

OC Shipped: Betrix, Calenni, and Desa.

OC Murder: lore

They are aliens, so i'm skipping these questions.

Talents: her speed. she is a shifter, so she can shape shift into her true form (a ice fox) and into her more humanesque form. (having two arms and two legs)

Love Them: her mysterious but gentle presence

Hate Them: her special skill and the fact she is dating Calenni and Desa in particular.

Change: Irri changes from being controlled by an oppressive regime.

Love Them 2: She is my second oldest oc, she will always have a special place in my heart.

Betrix -

Name: The Stoic Betrix

Gender: Genderfluid, pansexaul. (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: she/her or he/him.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Bender classification.

Birthplace: on their home planet, in a abandoned temple of the benders.

Guilty Pleasures: smiling and being happy.

Phobias: being alone and losing his girlfriends.

Famous For: her calm, unphased demeanor.

Arrested For: same reason as Irri and Desa.

OC Shipped: Irri, Calenni, and Desa.

OC Murder: WOAH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, LORE!!!

Talents: being able to take everything thrown at him without saying a word (punches, kicks, fire, etc etc). bending people in half without moving a muscle. being a bender means she can bend spaces and minds with no difficulty, leading him to control the person's mind.

Love Them: No matter what happens to her, Betrix always gets back up with twice the amount of power and the same amount of complaints, zero. a man of little words unless he is with his partners.

Hate Them: WHY WON'T SHE STAY DOWN? STOP FIGHTING ALREADY!!! dating Calenni and Desa

Change: Betrix learns how to open up more and use her words because she is allowed to speak.

Love Them 2: She is a badass. who needs to speak when you can just knock the asshole over with one push.

Calenni -

Name: Calenni the Creative

Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual. (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: she/her and sometimes called they/them by Betrix.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Creator classification.

Birthplace: On their home planet, on her family's estate.

Guilty Pleasures: being taken care of, not always the one leading things.

Phobias: bugs, filith, losing her partners.

Famous For: looking like a flower or a tiny pixie creature.

Arrested for: nothing because of lore reeasons

OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, and Desa.

OC Murder: lore.

Talents: everything she creates is one of a kind and priceless. She is a creator so she is able to make whatever comes to mind with just a tap of her fingers. and is always changing how she appearance due to creating new shapes and forms.

Love Them: she speaks out against what was happening with the creators and risked her lives for her partners, nearly dying for them.

Hate Them: didn't sit back and be the little princess she was supposed to.

Change: learned how to be independent while being able to depend on her loves.

Love Them 2: Calenni said eat the rich even if that means eat me too.

Desa -

Name: Desa the Kind

Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: any but mainly she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Destroyer classification.

Birthplace: on their home planet, in the woods far away from civilization.

Guilty Pleasures: creating stuff!!! being able to just live and feel love and acceptance.

Phobias: destroying the ones she loves. being alone, losing her partners.

Famous For: being understanding and not judgmental.

Arrested for: lore- but also just for being caught with Calenni.

OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, Calenni.

OC Murder: lore, but anyone but her partners.

Talents: Her forgiveness. Being able to destroy whole planets by just being on them. Detroyers can eliminate anything in their paths with little to no struggle.

Love Them: ??? what is not to love??? she is such a friggin sweetheart who wants to spend all eternity with her sweethearts.

Hate Them: being born.

Change: girl has it ROUGH let me tell you. but in the end it'll all work out and a much happier, healthier Desa will make it out on the other side.

Love Them 2: "all i want is to love what i can not destroy with a single touch, then and only then, i'll be at peace" -Desa.

BONUS!!!! BONUS ROUND!!!!

Iris -

Name: Iris the Lurer

Gender: Female and Straight (😔)

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Greater Demon (dark gray/light purple complexion)

Birthplace: in the demon realm, before mankind was created.

Guilty Pleasures: using her kids as weapons to orchestrate a war. oh and 90 Day Fiance on TLC.

Phobias: love and weakness from her children.

Famous For: her natural rainbow hair.

Arrested For: mass genocide.

OC Shipped: Icarus (two slimey bastards)

OC Murder: ANGEL AND RED LIKE THE BAD BITCHES THEY ARE 😤💯

Favorite Movie: The Birdcage. Cliche would be main villainess destroying the land.

Least Favorite: The Hunger Games. "so over rated and boring CGI, why do humans enjoy this?" -Iris

Talents: being the worst mother alive, making your child into a monstrosity to benefit your delusions. her powers are mostly mental manipulation and normal demon theatrics.

Love Them: being confident, commanding, and full of herself.

Hate Them: everything she has ever done after breaking free from the demon realm with Icarus.

Change: maybe if she gets murdered she'll finally change.

Love Them 2: i like working with a villain, morally gray character like her.

THIS TOOK ALL DAY WOANSGEUOWMSB I HAVEN'T LEFT THIS TAB ALL DAY.

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Decisions: Final Part

Word Count: 6,606.

Warnings: swearing, angst, angst and more angst.

Mayhaps fluff whomst knows??

It’s the final part and I just want to thank everyone who put up with me and this story. Thank you for reading, commenting, reblogging, liking and sending me messages yelling at me about how much I hurt you. I hope this makes up for it.

They spend the days together, always seeking out each other’s touch. Always looking out for the other person, always brightening up when the other person walked in the room.

It was like being together again and in a weird way they were together. They hadn’t talked about what would happen after the trip was over but he was content living in the now.

He had suggested they don’t talk about what happens after, that they’re together right now and that’s all that matters. He’ll surely regret that later, but for now he doesn’t care because she’s in his arms.

They watch the northern lights separate from their friends, arms around each other. While the lights are beautiful his eyes never leave her face, her beauty always astonishing him.

He never stopped being whipped or in love but now it’s tenfold and he’s kind of terrified at the thought of leaving Alaska.

The nights are spent tangled under the sheets in each other's arms, sharing kisses until they fell asleep. He never wants to leave this moment. Never wants to not have her next to him again.

This is all he wants in the world.

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“Have you seen y/n? She wasn’t in her room.” Alli goes up to Alessia and Brian who are on the patio outside, sipping some coffee.

“Where do you think?” Brian wags his eyebrows and Alli sighs, sitting down next to the couple.

“Of course.” Alli looks towards the Alaskan wilderness, the quiet bringing on such sweet calmness.

Alessia breaks the silence, taken aback by what Brian just said, the implications just hitting her.

“Are they sleeping together again?” She asks, surprised.

“Yeah,” Brian responds and Alli nods.

“That's gonna end well,” Alessia says and Alli laughs.

“I’m not questioning what’s going on, all I care about is that Shawn is actually in a good mood.” Brian shrugs, sipping more of his coffee.

“He’s happier than he has been in a while,” Alessia mentions and they all agree.

“He’s with the person that makes him feel complete.” Alli agrees with that too, but she also knows how her friend is feeling. Knows that she isn’t sure what she wants.

“She’s going to hurt him,” Alli tells both of them, Alessia looks at her like she wants more information.

“I know.” Brian just stares into the distance, hoping that whatever happens, they both make it out alive.

They sit in silence and ponder what the hell is going to go down after this trip.

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New Years Eve is magical, they all make breakfast together and Shawn steals kisses from y/n every chance he gets. His friends have stopped giving them questioning looks and just started ignoring them.

They start drinking pretty early on so by the time the clock strikes midnight, everyone is wasted.

Shawn finds y/n kisses her so hard at the end of the countdown that he’s sure he’s bruised both their lips.

Her eyes are glossy with the alcohol but she’s all giggles and her hands are all over him and he’s never seen someone so beautiful and magical in his life.

Only her.

“I love you.” He tells her, going in for another kiss.

“Me too!” She yells leaving him slightly deaf but he doesn’t care.

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So they leave today and she probably should’ve chosen a different day to leave because packing with a hangover absolutely sucks.

It also sucks that whatever happened with Shawn this trip has to end and she has to be the one to end it.

She’s an idiot, she shouldn’t have let things go so far, but she’s weak when it comes to him.

She closes all her bags and leaves them in her room, while she searches for Shawn.

He’s, of course, packing in his room. When she walks in he lights up so much he could light up the sky.

He’s so beautiful her heart hurts.

When she sits on the bed, his smile fades and he sinks next to her, his hands not touching her. She already misses his touch.

“So it’s done huh?”

“Yeah.” She’s surprised at his reaction, there’s no fighting back and maybe it’s because he finally realized that they’re not for each other. That they’re done, that this weekend was a last hoorah.

It kills her inside.

“Have a safe flight.” He says and the lack of whatever she’s looking for is hurting her. She’s the one that wants to cry now.

“You too.” She goes to get up but he pulls her down on his lap, he kisses her softly and she mewls into his mouth.

“I love you.” He whispers with a smile.

“Me too.” She returns the smile that she’s sure came out like a grimace and gets up, leaving the room, him, and all the memories of Alaska behind.

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“You’re like okay?” Brian questions on the plane ride back to Toronto.

“I’m fine.” He’s buckling his seatbelt and he feels Brian till staring at him.

“You aren’t dying?” He guffaws and Brian is taken aback.

“No, Brian, I’m fine.” Brian eyes him suspiciously but lets it go.

He’s fine because all he has to do is ride the end of the contract out and then he’ll go find her and they’ll be able to be together.

Just a few months.

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Just a few months turns into the next friends trip. She has been travelling non stop and it was hard for him to contact her so he decides he’ll wait until the vacation.

What're another few months? It’ll just make their reunion that much sweeter. Who wouldn’t want to get back together with the love of their life in Hawaii?

Except he’s notified by his new management that there’s a festival run he has to do that long weekend and since it’s one of the first events with his new team, he has to go.

So he tells everyone he isn’t going, that he’s sorry and that he’ll see them soon.

So what’s a little bit of a longer wait? He would make it his mission to find her after the festival run.

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Blake had begged her to bring him to meet her friends and when she found out Shawn wasn’t going she thought it was okay to bring him. She didn’t want to rub Blake in his face.

It’s at the airport when he finds out that Shawn is going, after all, something going wrong with the festival.

She’s in for a fun weekend.

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The festival gets cancelled and he’s giddy with nerves. His knees are bouncing up and down on the car ride over to the restaurant where he’s supposed to meet everyone for dinner.

He had made a quick stop at the house they were staying at to unpack his things in his room that he was sharing with Brian.

Brian had gotten there just a few hours earlier and was at the restaurant now.

In all his excitement Shawn left his phone back at the house and hadn’t seen Brian’s warning messages.

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When he arrives he all but sprints into the restaurant, he sees his friends and a big round table, all laughing and joking, when he waves to get their attention, Brian’s eyes widen and everyone else tenses.

That’s when he sees her, her hair is shorter than last time, and she has on a strapless blue dress that makes her look like a mermaid.

He smiles but it’s quickly wiped away when he sees an arm wrap around her. An arm that belongs to the blonde man he had seen in only pictures.

He stops in front of them and stares.

“Hello.” The blonde man says and Shawn can feel the lump in his throat building.

“Hi.” His eyes don’t leave y/n’s as the man reaches his hand out for him to shake.

“I’m Blake, nice to meet you.” Shawn shakes the man’s hand, his eyes still on y/n who is no longer looking at him.

“I just came by to say hi, but I’m not feeling too well so I’m going back to the house.” He gets out quickly and backs up, bumping into the table behind him.

He apologizes before bolting.

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“Excuse me.” She says quietly to the table and Blake, getting up to follow Shawn.

“Are you okay?” Blake grabs her arm.

“Yeah, I just need to see if he’s okay, smooth everything over and whatnot.” He nods his head and lets her go.

She runs out of the restaurant and the night air hits her, the air blowing through her hair.

She searches the peer for Shawn and finds him walking down a dock.

She runs after him, yelling through the wind.

“Shawn!” He spins around, charging towards her, he’s visibly shaking and she hates that she’s hurt him.

“Why is he here?” He’s so mad.

“He wanted to meet my friends.” Their chests are so close that she takes a step back so she’s able to breathe.

“So it’s serious between you two?” He inquires.

“I don’t know.” Tears starting to well in her eyes, she sees them in his too.

“How do you not know? Shouldn’t that answer your question?” He says it like it’s so obvious like she hasn’t been confused since Alaska.

“I’m so confused.”

“I love you. I have never stopped loving you. You are all I want. All I have ever wanted. There is no one else for me. Only you.” His words melt her, she wants to fall into his arms and tell him that he’s all she’s ever wanted since always but Blake is inside and she’s so scared of being hurt again.

“I love you too.” She shouldn’t have said that. She shouldn't hurt him more.

“Then what’s keeping us from being together?” He half yells and she’s thankful. Not wanting to draw a crowd even though there’s no one around.

“You have so many dreams and you think they can only be accomplished one way and I can’t be part of that.” She throws it at him, the only excuse she has to not trust him.

“That’s over! I told you that all of that is done, I’ll never do something like that again, I promise you.” He’s promising her, he doesn’t do that unless he’s following through but she can’t believe him.

“I can’t help but think that we were meant to be temporary. To help each other grow at such a hectic time. We’ve changed so much, our lives are headed in opposite directions, we have different dreams, we’re on different paths and I think it’s time we really let each other go.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t break up with me again.” He sounds so broken and she can’t believe she’s making him feel like this again.

“Maybe this time it’ll stick.” Her heart cracks at her own words because of the look on his face.

“You’re my dream! Our future together is my dream!” He yells, hands going up and swinging wildly.

“Shawn please don’t make it harder than it needs to be.” Her whole world is falling apart because of her own words.

“You said you love me, and I love you, we can fix this we can be together.” She doesn’t say anything.

“We can walk in there right now and tell him that you want me, that you love me. Please.” They’re both just about sobbing now. The dock is thankfully empty so they aren’t putting on a show for anyone, adding to any headlines that would come out the next day.

His hands are on either side of her face, his thumbs caressing her wet cheeks. He’s so desperate, she sees it in his deep brown eyes. The same eyes that search hers so frantically for any sign that she might say yes to being together. His cheeks are red and blotchy, the tears dripping and gathering at his chin in small droplets that she wants to wipe away.

She’s so confused. She loves him so much, but she’s convinced herself that they can’t be together because they don’t fit anymore.

And because Blake is good for her. Blake is similar to her and makes her feel like she isn’t about to fall off the world if he leaves.

But Shawn makes her feel alive. He makes her feel like she’s never on the ground, that she’s always flying and on top of the world.

She has to break both their hearts in order for them to move on.

She wishes there were another way.

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He had been saying for over a year now that he had lost all hope, that when she didn’t come back to him he had no hope, that when she left Alaska and told him that it was a one time thing, he had no hope.

But every time he built that hope up by reminding himself that there was no one else for him, that they would end up together, that the universe had its plans for them and that they had to grow away from each other. He didn’t understand it at first but the idea that being apart would make them even more perfect for each other grew on him.

So when he got to this damn island, he thought that this was it. That they would finally get back together officially, that she had missed him as much as he had missed her. That Alaska had meant just as much to her as it meant to him.

To his great surprise, walking into dinner with his friends and seeing his arms around her had knocked him on his ass, captured his breath and clawed at his heart.

This conversation that they’re having now, he feels it. He knows this is it, it’s now or never. They either get back together or it’s over forever.

He looks at her, pleads, and begs and tells her how much he loves her with just his eyes. He pushes all the stupid positive energy hoping that it will engulf them and form a bubble where they can finally be happy and safe.

He’s not prepared for the next words that leave her mouth.

“I don’t want you.” Alaska had helped mend his heart. It had patched it up and filled it with moonlight and renewed all the lost hope. His heart always beat her name and it never moved on.

To hear those words come out of her pretty lips shatters his heart once more, letting out all the light he held inside and turning it dark.

“Okay.” He can’t stand much longer, he feels light-headed and if this is what she wants, if she wants to let them be without one another for the rest of their lives, he’ll give in. He’s done holding out hope, done feeling like he’s drowning and being okay with it as long as she’s there to breathe air back into his lungs. He’s done.

So he walks away, leaving her standing there outside the restaurant with tear stained cheeks and with the pieces of his heart at her feet.

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When he gets to the house he’s thankful that he’s alone so he doesn’t get questioned on why he’s frantically looking for all his belongings and packing up.

It doesn’t last long when Brian comes looking for him, he finds him, hands shaking and red eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” He croaks out, his throat raw from the pain caused by the crying.

“We just got here.” Brian reminds him like he doesn’t know.

“I have to leave.” Everything is being thrown into a pile in his suitcase. It’s going to take him an eternity to close it so he starts hurriedly folding everything.

“Shawn, slow down, what’s wrong?” Brian puts a hand on his suitcase trying to stop him but Shawn moves it away.

“She doesn’t want me. She’s done. I’m done.” He’s so stupid. So dumb for coming here with so much hope.

“What?”

“She chose him. I thought that because of what happened in Alaska we were waiting for each other. I thought it was us. I was wrong.” He’s closing up his luggage now, trying not to rip the zippers off.

“You don’t have to leave.” He does though. He can’t breath when he’s near her and not holding her, he needs to go away so he can start whatever comes next with her, not by his side.

“ I do.” He continues crazily going around his room and throwing things in different bags.

“Shawn?”

“I can’t fucking be here.” He turns to Brian, hands flailing. His head shaking ‘no.’

“I can’t do this again, I can't, I can’t. I can’t watch her be with him, not when I finally had her back. Bri I can’t. I have to leave. I have to go. I don’t want to do this anymore.” The tears come and his breath is shaky but he doesn’t stop trying to get out of there as fast as possible.

“What happened to fighting for what you want?” Brian asks and he freezes.

“I have to respect what she wants and it isn’t me anymore.” He turns to his things, gathering them all up.

“What do you want?” Brian’s words stop him again and he pauses at the door but doesn’t turn to look at his friend.

“I want the person I love to be happy.” And he leaves. After all this time, he leaves everything behind.

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When she gets back to the house, she finds out that Shawn’s left. Her heart constricts and her ribs ache from holding in her sobs. She smiles and pretends everything is okay until she heads to bed. She waits until Blake is sleeping beside her before she falls apart. She cries herself to sleep for the millionth time.

The trip goes by painfully slow, but soon they’re on a flight back to Australia where she’s supposed to be meeting Blake’s family for the first time.

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She’s been back from the trip for a week and she still feels like her heart is back in Oahu.

“What’s wrong?” Blake is doing some research for something, she can’t remember what it was. He had told her but she was half-listening when he did.

“What?” She looks up from her phone. Blake’s face blank.

“You’ve been off since we got back from the trip.” She thought she was good at concealing what she was feeling, maybe the feelings she was having were just too strong to even attempt to hide.

“Oh, I’m just tired.” She lies.

“Were you tired the whole trip too?” She looks at him confused so he goes on.

“You were off then too.” She shrugs and Blake closes his laptop.

“Oh, yeah.”

“I know you think that you hide things well, and for the most part you do, but I can see through you.” His body is completely facing her now and she feels hot all over.

“I don’t understand.”

“You followed Shawn out after he found out I was there.” He isn’t mad, he’s just calm about it, not blaming her for anything and that’s the worst part.

“Blake.” She wants him to just let it go, pretend that none of it happened so they can just move on.

“You talked to him and something happened because you came back in and your eyes were sad.”

“I-” He cuts her off.

“And then we got back to the house and he was gone and you cried yourself to sleep.” Fuck. She thought he had been sleeping.

“Please.” She begs him to just forget about it.

“I’m no one’s second choice, y/n.” She shakes her head frantically, not wanting him to feel that way.

“No! No-” He cocks his head to the side, he bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs.

“I’m no one’s safe choice either. I don’t want to be.” She’s still denying everything he’s saying.

“Blake, you are neither of those things-” he cuts her off again and she sighs.

“But I am.”

“I’m a safe choice because you don’t love me and that means I can’t hurt you.” She wants to deny it. Wants to tell him that he’s wrong, that she loves him and that she wants to spend the rest of her life proving it to him but she’s tired. She can’t lie to him. She can’t string him along because she doesn’t know if she’ll ever actually love him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We can’t help what we feel, what we want, who we love.”

“You love him. There are years of history, there’s longing, love, passion, and you have to go after it. You can’t be scared of feeling that again, life would be too boring.” What he’s saying is so right. She knows it, but it doesn’t stop her from being terrified of loving Shawn again.

“I told him I didn’t want him.”

“And he’s an idiot for believing you.” That makes her smile and Blake smiles back at her. That shows her that there are no hurt feelings.

“I can’t blame him, I’ve hurt him so much.”

“You’ve both hurt each other. If you think there’s even the slightest chance that he’s your one, you have to risk it all.” He’s right, but how can she do that when she’s so scared?

“You’re the best. “He gives her a cocky smile and puckers his mouth.

“I know,” she hugs him and let a few tears spill out, she hates that she has caused so much pain, to him, to Shawn and to herself, “now, go find him.” He pulls away and lets her go. She nods her head, thanks him once more and leaves his apartment for what could very well be the last time.

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When she arrives back in Toronto, she’s had too much time to think about the whole situation and she’s once again convinced herself that they’re better not together. She had told Shawn that she didn’t want him, she had purposely hurt him because she was confused and scared of getting hurt.

She had lied to Shawn and Blake, one of the reasons why she didn’t want to stay with Shawn in the first place. She doesn’t deserve to go crawling back to him, to rip his heart open once more and ask him to trust her with it.

He deserves something new, someone new who won’t push and pull and lead him on.

She’s an idiot, she knows that, and she loves him so much, so she decides she has to let him go and heal.

Without her.

This time is different, this time she knows it’s over because he doesn’t call or text, he doesn’t send her pictures of things that remind him of her. He doesn’t talk to her at all, doesn’t like her pictures or views her stories.

He’s out of her life and she feels empty.

What did she expect? That she could choose another guy over him and he would be there to catch her when she was ready?

No. He deserves better, they aren’t meant to be, they were temporary and it’s finally time to move on.

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He writes about 100 songs about her and asks his new management to let him release two. He tells them that after these songs are out in the world, he needs to go radio silent. That he needs a break to find his purpose, to learn to be Shawn without her.

They let him, of course with the promise that he’ll come back inspired and ready to record. He doesn’t know how long his break will be but they’ve given him at least a year which he is very thankful for.

The two songs go out three weeks from each other, he gets so many texts about how well they’re doing.

They’re doing so well because of the past stunts and he absolutely hates that everyone thinks it’s about the wrong person.

He’s leaving. He’s going off to who knows where because his resolve is weakening and he’s so close to cracking and going to find her. He needs to be far away, somewhere where there’s no temptation. Somewhere where he can’t use the internet or data plans. He needs to go off the grid and find who he is without her. He needs to plant his feet firmly on the earth once more.

He’s scrolling through his twitter when he finds someone has tagged him in one of her posts, saying something about volunteer work.

“Remember when @ShawnMendes and @yusername said they would go abroad and do humanitarian work together but they broke up instead?”

His heart aches at the words but scrolls up to see what the tweet is and it’s a link she’s shared asking for volunteers abroad.

It’s so ironic that the only way to keep away from her is through her.

So he clicks on the link and he immediately starts getting ready to set off on an adventure she had been begging him to go on for the longest time.

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The night before he leaves he’s a little tipsy. He went out with Brian and some of his other friends who wanted to throw him a farewell party but settled for a bar crawl instead.

It’s not like he wasn’t going to come back, he just needed some time.

One by one his friends tried to get it out of him and tried to see where he was going but he couldn't tell them in case they let it slip, he didn’t want to be found. The only people that knew where he was headed and how to reach him were his parents, his sister and Brian.

Brian kept steering his friends to other topics so they would drop it, unfortunately, one of those topics was Alli, which then turned into y/n. Brian was quick to stop it, his friends unapologetic, but his brain was already wrapped around her. The longing is why he’s leaving.

He wanted her, he would always want her. He didn’t know how to stop it, he just had to learn to ignore it.

He sneaks off into the crisp air and pulls out his phone, turning it over and over, willing himself not to do it, hoping that one of his friends would come out and stop him, throws his phone across the street and watch as a car ran over it.

But no one comes, so he dials the number he knows by heart.

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She’s been trying to keep away from the new songs, especially after Alli had told her that they were very much about her. Keeping busy only works for a while until she hears a snippet on the radio at a clothing store.

She goes home right after that and streams them both.

She listens to Alaska first and she cries at the memories it brings up. The way she felt that New Years being in his arms. There’s happiness in that song but it’s also sad because it’s about wanting to go back to a time that was so perfect and now can never be recreated.

She hopes it can be.

I finally felt complete under the cold moon.

The northern lights don’t compare to you.

Your hand in my hand, chest to chest and heart to heart.

Take me back to Alaska,

The first time in a long time that I've felt alive.

She’s been trying to get a hold of him for hours and has gotten no response.

She listens to Oahu next and this time she cries for how broken he sounds, how sad the words he sings are. She made him lose all hope and made him doubt himself and his love for music.

Tear stained cheeks, shattered heart at your feet.

I lost all hope and let in the dark.

Does it even matter anymore?

Music doesn’t feel the same if you’re not there to sing to.

Life doesn't feel the same if you’re not there to share it with.

She cries herself to sleep, she brought this on herself by pushing him away and not fighting for him, and now it’s too late.

When she wakes up in the morning she feels terrible. Her mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton and her eyes sting so much tears are gathering.

She rolls over on her side and reaches for her phone to see what time it is, she’s in the process of rolling onto her back when she sees that there’s a voicemail from none other than Shawn.

She yelps when she drops her phone on her face, moving out of the way but trying just as quickly to get it back in her grip.

She types in her password and listens as his voice pours in through the speakers.

His words slur a little which tells her that he had been drinking.

“Hi. I’m so dumb. I’m on another level of an idiot if I just keep coming back to you when you’ve told me you don’t want me. I guess every single part of me doesn’t want to be without every single part of you. I keep saying stupid shit like ‘I’m done waiting’ or ‘I’m all out of hope’ but the truth s that I’m always going to believe in us. And I might sound stupid and desperate but it’s the truth. I’m always going to love you so fucking much and I’m so sorry about it.”

He stops talking when a loud siren goes off but sighs and continues.

“I’m leaving for a little while, maybe to get some distance, maybe something in me will change and I’ll finally be able to be without you or at least survive without you. I don’t really know why I’m calling, I think I just wanted to get all this off my chest without hearing the repercussions. I would’ve hung up if you answered,” He laughs and she lets a small smile pull over her face.

“You can’t call me back at this number, I mean you can, but I won’t answer, at least not for a while.” He mumbles something about the machine cutting him off soon and hurries to get his next points out.

“You’re wrong about us being on different paths, we’re not on different paths. You’re my path and you’re always going to be my path. We’ve already established that I’m dumb so this will come as no surprise but I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait and believe for as long as possible, even if you never talk or look at me again, I’ll wait. I’ll survive and wait until you’re ready. That’s how much I believe in us. For now, for however long, I’m letting you go.”

The phone goes silent and that’s when she notices that she’s been crying the entire time.

She’s been the idiot in all of this, ignoring her feelings and his. The stunt was over, he had promised her that nothing like that would happen again and she hadn’t believed him, she discarded his feelings like they were nothing.

It’s one thing to put yourself first, it’s another to hurt the person you love most on earth in order to do it.

He said he would wait for her, and she believed him but she couldn’t risk being without him anymore. She had to find him.

She calls Brian about a dozen times, getting no answer each time before she decides to go over to his place instead.

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“No fucking way.” Brian tells her after the fifth time of begging him to tell her where Shawn is.

“Brian, please. Please!” She’s frantic, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking the man.

“Why? So you can lead him on some more and keep breaking his heart?” She deflates, her cheeks soaked with tears.

“Of course not! I love him, I want him. Please.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“I’m ready, Bri, please tell me where he is.”

“No.” She internally groans at her friend, wanting him to understand.

“Look, I know that I’ve been a complete asshole, that I’ve hurt him more than anyone ever could but he hurt me too. And I’m not saying that to make us even in any way, I’m just saying it to get across that I understand. I understand that I’ve been selfish, that we both have, I understand that I don’t deserve him.” Brian’s eyes snap to her teary ones, his own filled with pity.

“I don’t. But shouldn’t he be the one to decide that?” Brian stays quiet, probably because he knows she’s right.

“We have both made mistakes, he’s all I’ve ever known, I’m all he’s ever known and I’ve come to realize that we needed to grow apart in order to be stronger together. This was some type of hard ass lesson that we both needed to realize that we’re it for each other. And he might have realized it way before me, but you know me. I always over analyze everything and come in with a strategy and when I couldn’t find one I panicked.”

“Did you finally find it?”

“There is no strategy to love, there’s only following your heart and my heart is wherever the hell he is so please tell me.”

“He’s right under your nose.”

“What?”

“Don’t you approve who volunteers? I just assumed you ignored it because you were really done.”

“He’s volunteering?” Brian just nods.

“I passed that off a few months ago, so I wouldn’t have known.”

“Yeah, it’s the only way he could truly be disconnected.”

“Where?”

“I only know he’s back in Kenya, don’t know exactly where.”

“I’ll figure it out, thank you, Brian, I owe you.” As soon as the words leave her mouth she’s running out to her car and making a few calls to find her missing in action boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

No matter how many times she had told herself that they were done, that he was her ex, that he was her past he had never really stopped being her boyfriend.

He was her future and she had to find him.

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He’s never been so hot and sweaty in his life. He feels like he’s melting, dripping sweat absolutely everywhere.

It’s worth it though, to see the difference everyone is making. To see how happy everyone is even in situations where most people wouldn’t be.

He gets it now, understands why y/n loves this so much, why she’s the most down to earth person he’s ever met.

Experiencing all of this makes him love her even more.

He only wishes he had taken her up on one of her offers of helping out together. He would have loved to see her in her natural habitat.

Surprisingly, even though this all reminds him of her, he’s mostly distracted from thinking of her throughout the day because of how busy they are.

“Hey, Shawn?” Lily, a volunteer waves him over.

He sets the bricks he was moving down and jogs over to her.

“What’s up?” He wipes sweat from his forehead and the younger girl scrunches her nose, making him laugh.

“Someone is coming in from town, they need you to show her around.” He frowns, it’s not like he was well known around here, and he had recently arrived so he didn’t know the place well.

“Why me?”

“I don’t know.” Lily shrugs, turning around and making her way back into the school.

Night falls when a car finally appears out front, everyone looks at him expectantly and he sighs getting up and going outside to greet their guest.

The woman has her back turned towards him when he sees her but he already knows who it is and his body is frozen in place.

She thanks the driver and grabs her bag, turning towards him.

“Hi.” He doesn’t say anything, he’s in shock that she’s here of all places and even more in shock that she doesn’t seem surprised to see him.

His heart is beating so fast it’s about to jump out of his chest and slap him in the face.

He subconsciously starts moving towards her and she does the same. Their pull always so magnetic.

“I got your voicemail.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.

“And?”

“And I’ve been dumb too. I shouldn’t have run away but I was so scared of your lifestyle and that it might cause us to separate again.”

He swallows, stopping in front of her, his breathing is slightly uneven keeping him from speaking up.

“I realized that I can’t be scared of loving you, I’ll just ruin both of us if I do.” He’s right in front of her now, she reaches for him and takes his hands into her own, squeezing them.

“I love you, Shawn.” Last time she said that to him, she made him walk away from her so he can’t hear it, not if it’s not real.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” His voice is clear, he isn’t shaking or crying, for the first time he’s standing his ground. He needs to be one hundred per cent sure that this is what she wants.

“I love you.” She says again, he smiles at her softly and nods, taking her chin in his hand and moving her face up gently so their lips line up.

He kisses her softly. His hands-on her arms and hers at the nape of his neck. They’re so close he can’t tell when he ends and she starts. They’re both pushing and pulling, grabbing at each other in desperation, scared that they’ll slip out of each other’s hands and disappear He pulls back, his forehead pressed to hers, breath heavy.

“I love you too.” He whispers breathlessly before pulling her back to him.

The world disappears around them once more as they collide with such force that their breath is knocked out of them. Her hands grip the back of his shirt as his hands slip under the fabric of hers, feeling the smooth skin under it, pulling her closer to feel the heat radiating from her body.

Her hands come up and grab the sides of his face trying to will herself to pull away. One of her palms is pressed on the skin of her back, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

She’s finally able to pull away, she leaves small kisses at his neck as he pecks her shoulder.

“We’re giving everyone too much of a show.” She sighs heavily. Her hands wrapping completely around him.

“I can’t be without you anymore, y/n. Tell me you can’t be without me either. “ He wraps his arms around her, never wanting to let go again.

She nods her head into his neck, still kissing his warm skin.

She pulls away to look at him, both of them still wrapped around one another.

“I want to love you until the day I die. You are my dream and my path and everything in between too, Shawn.” Her words bring tears to his eyes. Everything he had said to her in the past had resonated with her and she was finally ready to admit that she felt the same.

They had a lot to work through but as long as they worked through it together, he was going to be okay.

And in his arms, y/n knew that this is where she belonged and that loving him and being with him were the best decisions she had ever made.

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Tagged (unofficially) by @invisibleraven! Rules: “Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!” My WIP folder has 78 documents in it, and that doesn’t include the things jotted down in my fic notebook that don’t have files yet but do have a bunch of notes, so I’m limiting myself to ones that have, like, at least SOME words or at least a fairly detailed outline. Also some of my titles are not titles LOL. I’m grouping these alphabetically by fandom where possible. Crossovers Bright is the Moon sequel (Teen Wolf/Hawaii Five-0) Deceptipala (Transformers/Supernatural) crossing lifetimes and galaxies (to see the stardust in your eyes) (Voltron: Legendary Defender/Julie and the Phantoms) Gracelight & Gunfire (Hawaii Five-0/Supernatural) instagram shenanigans (MCU/Julie and the Phantoms) Monsters and Mayhem (MCU/Transformers) Out of the Dark 3 (Supernatural/MCU) S.A.M (Hawaii Five-0/MCU) Check Please Ice Pacts and Hockey Bonds Hockey RPF cup wish Schoolbells Julie and the Phantoms DARK FIC Mermaid role reversal au The Songs You Sing in the Shadows There’s a Fire Burning in my Bones trilogy notes Vamp 2 MCU bodyswap C/C experimental drugs Merlin Mastering

Supernatural Blood Brothers Guarding Your Heart (Choices sequel) Mystery Spot AU Taking Wing Teen Wolf A Wish Your Heart Makes Catch a Falling Star alpha Stiles ghost!Stiles Tears Like Starlight on Your Lips Witcher reincarnation fic Original A Prayer Between Broken Heartbeats Bloodlust and Breakaways Bond Down the Road of Starshine and Daydreams Moonlight Blush, Silver on Your Skin Through Shadows and Starlight Tagging my besties @ladyeternal178, @tiptoe39, @miyamorana, @galauvant and anybody else who sees and wants to participate

#ask meme #:)

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night of August 7th / morning of August 8th - REBROADCAST OF A PREVIOUSLY AIRED SHOW

This show previously aired on the night of July 10th, 2021

CLAN DESTINY by AGGROMANCE

Rave Runner by Stasya

Greatest Hits, Archive 2010-2015 by IVVVO

Attributes by ZIYIZ

Mirrors Of Perception by Sorcery

TOTAL SUMMER DEFROST by Triste Temps

Oklou "22" AGGROMANCE "GOD HATE RKT" Stasya "Summer Walker" Shygirl "Blu" Varg2TM "EX VIRGIN Playahead" Varg2TM "I Got Tiny Mermaids Swimming In..." IVVVO "Insecure" Oklou & Casey MQ "Everlasting" caro♡ "Sad Song 77" Rhombohedral "(Power) Surge" Ziyiz "Atrributes" Sorcery "Mirrors of Perception" Yunzero & Body Clock "Urza" Hani Rani "Hawaii Oslo" Yen Tech "Arsenal" Triste Temps "Total Summer Defrost" Money Lang "You Can Keep Your Boat" Koreless "White Picket Fence" Body San "No Drip" Leon Vynehall "Snakeskin ∞ Has-Been" LSDXOXO "Mutant Exotic" Lxury "Spin" Foodman "Michi No Eki" Overmono "BMW Track" hmurd "Forgotten Drawbridge" John FM "Holster" Sport DJ "A City That Never Sleeps" Antonia XM “Flawed” Feral “God’s Country” TAAHLIAH “Tears (feat. Lady Neptune)” buttechno “flying voice R” Color Plus “Gum” Koreless “Joy Squad” Yen Tech “Exegesis” Tera Octe “Fame” Basic Rhythm “Hayward Road” Loraine James “Self Doubt (Leaving the Club Early) ADR "Opacity” Bartholomew Kind “Would You Do That To Me” PICTUREPLANE “Sex Trigger (burn in heaven)” Bby Eco “Grow!”

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Did you know that seaglass are also called mermaid tears? Look at these colors!😍🧜🏼‍♀️⚓️✨ #souidesigns 📷: @aliquiddream #seaglass #beachcombing #seaglassaddict #beachglass #seaglasslove #beachcomber #seaglasshunting #beachfinds #seaglassjewelry #beach #beachtreasures #seaglasshunter #seaglasscollector #handmade #beachlife #seaglassart #ocean #seaglasslover #beachcombingfinds #sea #seatreasures #oceantreasures #seaglassjewellery #seaglassobsessed #seaglassfinds #mermaidtears #rareseaglass #seashells #shells (at Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSKogwvhwwb/?utm_medium=tumblr

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There’s Home in His Eyes

Here’s my pinch hitter work for the @voltron-ss exchange for @blue-gremlin! You requested mermaid hance and I was like,, , really excited to deliver. I hope you enjoy it! As a disclaimer, I tried to work in some of Samoan culture into this as an element of Hunk’s backstory and the plot, which I did my best to research and present in a non-offensive manner. However, I am NOT Samoan so if I have done ANYTHING offensive in my work please tell me and I will see to the problem immediately.

tw: minor character death

Hunk never wanted to be a soldier. He liked baking and fiddling with things in the garage, whatever spare parts he could bring home from the dump. He was smart, did great in school, but all he really wanted to just be a mechanic or a chef. He hadn’t decided, and both were perfectly viable. He was more than happy to stay at home and help his mom. Hunk knew they struggled, they were a small family. It was just the two of them, his mom having to support herself and Hunk, who she claimed was destined for greatness as she waited tables and carefully counted out change wherever they went. His future was bright, and the hours he picked up in the kitchen at a local bar and grill helped sustain them well enough for him to get through school and hopefully even college. Then, his mom got hurt.

She was heading to her car after a late shift, and fell hard on a patch of ice. Her back got messed up bad, and they didn’t have the money to get her fixed and back on her feet. It simply wasn’t an option.

Hunk sold his car to get him through the rest of high school, and then he was standing before the Marine recruiter and blinking back tears later that night when he was told he’d ship out as soon as possible. For all his time spent being careful, gentle with icing bags and screws, it had done him no good. Hunk was strong under the fat he carried. The football coach had tried for years to recruit him along with the wrestling team. Hunk had no taste for fighting, but at boot they shoved a gun into his hands and told him where to aim for best results.

Hunk listened.

His salary went home to his mother, who wrote him letters asking after his health and happiness, that she was so sorry things were turning out the way they were. Hunk hunched over in the dark, ignoring the twinge of pain from the way the pen dug into his thigh he used as a desk, and dutifully replied with reassurances that all was well, things really weren’t so bad, and of course he was eating well. Even if wasn’t at the dinner table where they talked about their day in a tongue that was soft and comforting, something cooed at him before he could walk, he was fine. Hunk reminded himself of that as he ran miles every day and though he’d shoveled as much food as possible down his throat, it never seemed to curb his hunger.

On family day, Hunk sat at a table by himself and watched everyone else receive hugs and kisses from eager mothers and siblings that though teased, had happy tears in their eyes. That night he didn’t eat at all, even if when they ran drills the next morning he saw spots dance in his vision. His mom was waiting back home, and that gave him peace.

He arrived home to find her ill in bed, but she smiled and gripped his hand and he told her romanticized stories of the hell he’d soldiered through. She was happy. Hunk had two weeks of leave before he went back for his second round of training. He cherished it dearly and kissed his mom’s cheek before he had a friend drive him to the airport again.

About a month into that, he received word that his mother had experienced some complications. She couldn’t move very well on her own, but she had tried and something had gone wrong. Somehow she had fallen and hit her head, and just like that Hunk’s mother was stolen from the world without him there to even attend the meager funeral held in her honor.

Hunk came home to an empty home that was only kept as it was because his mom had gotten it from their parents, who had already paid things off. Hunk wished he had the time to sell it. It was a painful reminder of all that he’d lost, but he was shipping out for work, real work, soon. However, Hunk could not simply leave without an ode to his mother. They’d talked about it for after graduation, but Hunk had been nervous. Tattoos were supposed to hurt so much, especially when he was going to get his done traditionally, and of course they never went away. Besides, the Marines didn’t take kindly to them if they were in the wrong spots. Regardless, Hunk finally convinced himself, and after carefully poring over designs and regulations and parlors, he had a pe��a.

It took weeks to complete and it wasn’t as invasive, as expansive, as was traditional because of said rules, but Hunk wore his proudly. It had hurt like a bitch, and it had been expensive. Almost all his money that hadn’t been spent since he’d joined up, but what else did he have to spend it on? It was important. Hunk gritted his teeth and held still. His mother would have liked it, and that provided more than enough motivation to see it done.

Hunk was stationed in Hawaii. A base right on the ocean. Hunk did his work easily, and though he still wanted to be home, he was at least able to be a handyman on base. He wasn’t exactly happy, but he was bearing it. All was at the very least calm, until one day spent down on the docks on a Saturday, off base. It was a quiet place, deserted mostly. The locals didn’t care for it apparently. Lore said that there was monsters there, but of course Hunk ignored that. His mother had told him the story of the gods their people worshipped, but Hunk had a hard time continuing to believe in them as drill instructors barked harsh words and digs at his weight. He remained plush no matter what they tried, and Hunk was fine with that. His mom had loved to squeeze his cheeks and pinch the fat on his arm, even if now there was even more muscle to it than what had been there before.

He sat at the docks, let his feet dangle in the clear water until a song began to fill his ears. It was soft and mournful, and Hunk found himself leaning in to listen. The world blurred around him, but Hunk ignored that. The song was getting louder, ringing in his ears while he breathed softly to try and hear it as best as he could. He could see something in the water, a flash of blue scales on a tail that was far too long to be any sort of normal creature. Hunk paid it no mind, not until he saw a tanned face with sharp, sharp teeth looking at him. Hunk jerked back, and the face looked equally surprised. He scrambled to his feet, something to use should the creature become aggressive. He looked in the water again fearfully, but it was gone. Hunk panted. Perhaps there was more to those local stories than he had previously thought.

He went back to base quickly, and didn’t tell anyone about what he’d seen. Hunk wasn’t even sure what he had seen. Regardless, it was too late now. He slept fitfully that night, and the next day he didn’t go to the same spot. The docks were newly off limits, so he went to the cove instead. Hunk took his shirt off and sunned himself on the sand, exposed his tattoo to the air, but he could still hear the song, faint though it was. He did his best to block it out

Hunk eventually stopped going to the ocean, or at least the beach. He couldn’t escape the song, and it made him miserable. He now realized just how sad it was, and every time he heard it, it made his eyes fill with tears. Hunk had already long ago cried himself out, but the tragic melody always coaxed more out of him. He hated it.

Several months later, he was drawn to the dock again by that song, terribly beautiful as always. Hunk’s lips had pressed themselves into an angry line. He was going to find whatever thing was singing it and he was going to make them stop if it killed him. He would not be tormented by the tune that had memories of his mom running through his head, and all that he’d lost with her death. He strode forward and sat at the edge, waiting for that face to show. His fury was enough to overpower the wetness to his eyes. He kept careful watch over the water, but in the end it did no good. In an explosion of salt and forth the creature lept from the sea, and dragged Hunk along with him on his way back down

Hunk wasn’t exactly prepared.

After the initial shock passed of what was happening, he fought hard against the clawed hands that held him. They were slippery underwater, fighting just as hard to keep ahold of him as Hunk was to get them off. The creature snarled, but Hunk didn’t back down. He was running out of air, and the fight was going out of him. The creature pulled him down to the sea floor, expertly weaving around the coral and rocks, and Hunk’s world went black.

When he woke, he coughed up a lungful of water onto the wet sand around him. What had happened? Hunk’s head was pounding and his mouth tasted of the ocean. It took a moment to come back to him, but when he did he panicked. Where was the creature? Had he somehow managed to get away? Hunk didn’t know, but he fumbled around looking for a rock or something to defend himself with. His hand finally latched around one when he heard a voice behind him clear their throat.

“What are you doing?” it asked, and Hunk jumped about three feet up in the air. He spun quickly, holding out his rock threateningly. For all his muscle and training, he wasn’t sure what to do when he was faced with a creature that from the waist up, was incredibly human aside from the gills cut his neck. It stared at him with big blue eyes, while a tail a few shades darker lashed ominously behind it.

“You.” Hunk hissed. The creature raised a brow.

“Me?” he asked. Hunk waved his rock threateningly, his panic gone for a moment.

“You know I haven’t been able to come to the ocean for weeks because of you and your dumb song?” he growled. The creature, mermaid, merman? Hunk didn’t know, and in his anger he didn’t care, had brows that knitted together in confusion.

“You haven’t?” Hunk grew a little red in his face.

“Yes, I haven’t. What’s your problem, huh? Is there a reason I keep thinking about my mom whenever I hear it?” Hunk’s voice trembled a little. “Cause if there is, you’re sick. Cut it out.” His emotions were sporadic, shifting from fear to fury to sorrow all in the blink of an eye. The merman had the credit to look a little bashful.

“I’m sorry, it’s just how I cope. You’re not supposed to be able to hear it. Most humans can’t. Not unless they’re homesick.” Hunk’s interest was piqued at that.

“Homesick?” A cloud passed across the merman’s face.

“Yeah, homesick, okay? I did something dumb when I was younger. I haven’t been home in a long, long time. My family knows my song and they come near here every once in a blue moon. I don’t know the way well enough to return on my own. I just hope they’ll hear it, and find me again.” Hunk let that sink in. Despite the fact that he’d very nearly been drowned by the merman, he felt for him.

“I’m sorry. It’s hard not having a home,” he sympathized. The merman said nothing, and its tail lashed in the water.

“Yeah, it is.”

Hunk watched him. He couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that was still angry with the creature for making him cry so many times, and for of course trying to kill him, not to mention more than a little afraid, but he was calm for a few moments.

“What’s your name, anyways?” he asked. The merman perked up at that.

“Lance, you?”

“Hunk.”

The merman tested out his name a few times, and hearing it with an unfamiliar accent was at first a little disorienting. When he seemed to be satisfied, Hunk cut in.

“So, care to tell me why you almost drowned me? Or rather, why you didn’t?” Lance appeared miffed.

“I didn’t exactly mean to drown you,” he grumbled. “Only a little, enough to scare you and keep you away from my dock. Nobody else comes down here, both because the wood is old and because I’ve been here long enough to scare them away. As far why I saved you, I’ve seen people with your kind of markings before. They’re strong, but gentle. My family used to swim in their ocean, eat their fish and examine their boats, but they shared without much complaint. They did not hurt us, not like others.” Hunk’s brow furrowed.

“What, you saw my pe’a?” Lance looked confused.

“Is that what it is called? The black on your, ah, legs?” Hunk laughed. He said ‘legs’ like he was a child saying a curse world for the first time.

“Yes.” He paused for a moment, and then took a closer look at Lance. His tail appeared strong, and its presence alone was a little frightening. Upon closer inspection, his eyes were so much older than their initial gleam betrayed. He couldn’t help but wonder just how long ago Lance had seen the land where Hunk’s roots traced back to. He pushed that thought away. He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. Instead, he took a look around. While orignally, disoriented as he was, hadn’t recognized his surroundings, now he thought he might be a little further down the beach then he’d been before. Hunk took a glance back at Lance.

“Does this mean I’m not allowed back at your dock? I’ll stay away if you stop your song. I’m sorry for asking, it’s just that it reminds me of my mom. She’s, well,” Hunk trailed off helplessly, and the merman looked pained for his sake.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He promised, and Hunk smiled. Home was gone, but it was nice to meet another who knew the feeling.

“Thank you,” he told him, and Lance slipped back under the waves with a flash of iridescent blue scales. Hunk pulled himself to his feet and began to walk, thinking that was the end of it, but suddenly a shell was thrown at his feet. Hunk cast a fearful glance out at the sea. He couldn’t see Lance anymore, but the merman obviously had good aim. He flipped it over, and inside the shell there was a short message carved.

‘Come back when you’re ready.’

Hunk was a little unnerved by the note he assumed was left by the claws that had dragged him into the ocean, but something in him warmed with happiness at the invitation. His cheeks flushed a bit, and he cradled the shell to his chest. Perhaps he didn’t want to be where he was, but even just with the company Lance provided, he felt a little more at home.

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LIZ’S INFERIORITY COMPLEX

February 3, 1951

“Liz’s Inferiority Complex” (aka “Liz Develops an Inferiority Complex”) is episode #117 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on February 3, 1951.

This was the 19th episode of the third season of MY FAVORITE HUSBAND. There were 31 new episodes, with the season (and series) ending on March 31, 1951.

Synopsis ~ After messing up a joke, bombing at bridge, and lousing up George's breakfast, Liz develops an inferiority complex.

Note: This program was the basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode "The Inferiority Complex" (ILL S2;E18) filmed on September 6, 1952 and first aired on February 2, 1953. Much of the dialogue is repeated verbatim from the radio program.

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benaderet was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Gale Gordon (Rudolph Atterbury) had worked with Lucille Ball on “The Wonder Show” on radio in 1938. One of the front-runners to play Fred Mertz on “I Love Lucy,” he eventually played Alvin Littlefield, owner of the Tropicana, during two episodes in 1952. After playing a Judge in an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in 1958, he would re-team with Lucy for all of her subsequent series’: as Theodore J. Mooney in ”The Lucy Show”; as Harrison Otis Carter in “Here’s Lucy”; and as Curtis McGibbon on “Life with Lucy.” Gordon died in 1995 at the age of 89.

Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) was considered the front-runner to be cast as Ethel Mertz but when “I Love Lucy” was ready to start production she was already playing a similar role on TV’s “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” so Vivian Vance was cast instead. On “I Love Lucy” she was cast as Lucy Ricardo’s spinster neighbor, Miss Lewis, in “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15) in early 1952. Later, she was a success in her own show, “Petticoat Junction” as Shady Rest Hotel proprietress Kate Bradley. She starred in the series until her death in 1968.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) does not appear in this episode, although she is mentioned.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

GUEST CAST

Alan Reed (Dr. Auerbach) is probably best remembered as the voice of Fred Flintstone. He started his acting career in 1937. He played a cafe owner in “Lucy Visits the White House” (TLS S1;E25) first aired on March 25, 1963. In 1967, he made an appearance on the Desi Arnaz series “The Mothers-in-Law”. He died in 1977 at the age of 69.

Bea Benadaret (Iris) played Betty Rubble on “The Flintstones” with Reed. The character was likely named for comic actor Artie Auerbach. In 1938, he announced plans to marry Cleo, Lucille Ball’s cousin. Ball intervened because she was underage, but the couple later married anyway. Like most psychiatrists on TV and radio, Reed speaks with a German accent, no doubt inspired by Sigmund Freud. On the television version of “The Inferiority Complex” the psychiatrist was played by Gerard Mohr and the character’s name was Dr. Henry Molin.

THE EPISODE

ANNOUNCER: “Let's look in on the Coopers. It’s evening and they're entertaining George's boss, Mr. Atterbury, and his wife Iris. Dinner is over and the group are now in the living room.”

They discuss what a wonderful meal Liz prepared for them. Mr. Atterbury ate a 17 oysters! He's even got a joke to accompany the oysters, about a deep sea diver and a mermaid, but Iris won't let him tell it in mixed company.

LIZ: “Iris, this company isn’t mixed, it’s married!

Liz decides that she'll try to tell one instead, but she's not very good at telling jokes. She cannot decide whether it is about a man or a woman - or a restaurant or a cafeteria. Liz can’t remember the punch line, but George impatiently interrupts and tells the joke for her.

GEORGE: “The woman said I’ll take two pork chops and make them lean. And the waiter said ‘yes, ma’am, which way?’”

Everyone agrees that Liz can’t tell jokes. She dissolves into tears.

To change the subject, they decide to play bridge instead. Nobody wants to partner with Liz. This fuels her feelings of inferiority.

At breakfast the next day, Liz confesses that she’s not so bright and that she doesn’t do things well. The breakfast is undercooked, so George tells her to talk to Katie. Liz is in tears again - it is Katie’s day off and she has prepared breakfast herself. She can’t tell jokes, she can’t play bridge, and now she can’t cook. She challenges George to name one thing she’s good at.

GEORGE: “You’re very good at.... Well, your wonderful at... You’re really great at, uh...” LIZ: “Waaah!” GEORGE: “What are you crying for?” LIZ: “I can’t think of anything either.”

Later, Iris drops by and find Liz in bed, depressed. Iris refuses to believe that Liz is a failure.

IRIS: “You can... Well, for one thing you’re the best at.... Well, you’ve always been tops in...” LIZ: “Those are the same ones George came up with.”

Iris says that at the very least that there isn’t another person in the world who gets their hair the color Liz does! George comes home from work and is surprised to find Liz still in bed. He takes Iris aside and says that he will take Liz to a psychiatrist.

At the psychiatrist's office, Dr. Auerbach (Alan Reed) examines Liz.

DOCTOR: “Lie down on the couch.” LIZ: “Why?” DOCTOR: “I dunno. That’s what they do in the movies.”

Liz can’t find anything interesting about herself to tell the Doctor, so she ask him to tell her something about himself. It isn’t long before he is the patient and she is the therapist.

In the television version, Ricky convinces the Doctor to pretend to be an old friend, and brings him home instead of Lucy going to his office to provide his ‘treatment’. Ricky gets jealous of the Doctor’s attentions, but Lucy reminds him it is all part of the “Treatment, Ricky! Treatment!”

Later, George invites the Atterburys over to tell them the results of Liz’s exam. The Doctor suggests they try to restore her confidence by building up her ego. George tells them that whatever Liz does, they should ‘lay it on thick’.

MR. ATTERBURY (gushing): “Liz! Dream girl!”

Earlier, George also called Liz ‘Dream Girl’. In 1947, just prior to starting “My Favorite Husband,” Lucille Ball starred in a revival tour of the Edgar Rice play Dream Girl.

Everything Liz says or does, the others break out in laughter and compliments. Liz is emboldened by their enthusiasm and keeps telling story after story - until the entire room is nodding off from boredom and it is 2:30 in the morning.

Liz finally tells them to give it up - she heard George on the telephone with the psychiatrist and she’s been on to their scheme the whole time. Why did she let them go on for so long?

LIZ: “Because this is the first time in my life I’ve gotten to be the center of attention for the whole evening and I liked it.”

End of Episode

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