bye!

i moved!

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I MOVED.

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excellent expect a move!

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she  is  greeted  by  the  sun.    and  though  he  blinds,    it  is  not  without  soothing  apologies.    those  hands  are  warming  where  they  press  to  her  arms,    squeezing  there  in  both  assurance  and  hello.    scott  smiles  as  if  there  were  any  further  need  to  brighten  the  room,    but  something  in  his  eyes  is  that  of  a  burning  star  waiting  to  implode.    his  gravity  is  just  as  heavy  as  the  resulting  black  hole.

❝    did  you  find  what  you  were  looking  for?    ❞  in  answer,    @nexusbeing​  is  all  mouth.    scott  can  think  of  little  else  the  moment  she  seals  her  lips  to  his;    even  his  hands  against  her  misfire  their  nerve  -  endings  and  rework  themselves  now  to  her  wrists,    her  fingers,    her  hips.    she  is  pulled  flush,    belly  to  belly,    wolf  starved  so  suddenly  as  if  he  had  the  might  to  devour  her  when  she  so  thoroughly  devours  him.

he  thinks,    the  divinity  in  you  inspires  the  divinity  in  me.    and  when  you  ravage  the  world,    i  hope  you  always  come  home  after  you’ve  finished.    this,    this,    this  is  how  we  breathe  love  into  the  heart  of  a  monster.    this  beast  is  nothing  if  not  equal  in  measure  of  violence,    though  perhaps  he  selects  a  tender  key  in  place  of  her  funeral  dirge  as  he  breathes  against  the  bow  of  her  lesser  lip.    ❝    i,    uh,    ❞  this,    now,    between  the  locked  maws  of  them,    his  own  curved  with  delight,    ❝    take  it  you  did?    ❞

☾    A  HOWLING  :  a kiss!

[maziekeen]

tyler posey as aidan ALONE / 2020

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i offer my throat.    i offer my thorns as you peel back the petals.    shoulders lean back,  squared in the leverage of the wall as she felt the indecent unfurl of coveted lust   &  lecherous (ridged) weight inside her.   

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by  now  he  is  overwarmed  and  damp,    from  the  heat.    from  her  heat,    potent  elixir  that  it  is.    he  could  bathe  in  it  now  and  he  considers  it.    longs  for  it.    had  he  any  sense  to  spare  himself,    he  would  leave  now.    perhaps  he  should.    wet  to  her  thighs,    to  his  thighs  too,    and  halved.    but  he  has  no  sense,    nor  desire  to  miss  any  more  of  her  favor.  

in  her  relief,    from  the  penultimate  of  energy  between  them,    the  wolf  rumbles  his  own  pleasure  against  her  jugular  and  slows  the  curling  of  his  fingers  within  her.    coaxes  her  through  that  fulfillment.    the  wet  of  her  breath  draws  a  warmer  breeze  near  his  ear,    a  valiant  rival  to  the  mexican  scorch.    scott  does  not  notice  it.    what  he  does  notice:    the  clutch  of  her  around  his  sensitive  fingers,    the  taste  of  her  hair  in  his  mouth,    the  pulse  in  his  own  gut  which  threatens  already  his  own  finish.    

worse  does  he  tease  himself  by  withdrawing  from  her  body  in  order  to  taste  her,    flat  of  his  tongue  lapping  against  the  pool  in  his  palm.    scott  watches  her  as  he  does  this.    she  tastes  as  cherry  tart  as  he’d  imagined  and  it  draws  his  pleasure  to  the  root  of  him.    he  keeps  a  steady  grip  on  the  sweet  dint  of  her  flank  as  he  steps  in,    leans  in,    and  pries  her  mouth  open  with  his  own  to  share  the  wealth  in  her  taste.    the  shade  of  the  overhanging  roof  tucks  them  privately,    but  scott  envisions  showing  her  off,    a  mess  he’s  made  and  claimed,    and  files  the  shame  of  that  away  for  later.  

❝    lydia,    ❞  murmurs  the  wolf  around  her  cupid’s  bow.    ❝    que  te  quiero.    ❞  how  i  hunger,    how  i  rage,    how  i  desire  to  tear  you  into  pieces  enough  for  this  maw.    how  i  want  you,    how  i  love  you;    it  is  the  same  for  this  wolf.    it  is  all  the  same.    ❝    want  you.    i  want–  ❞  this,    a  hum,    to  the  corner  of  her  mouth  now. 

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rome might crumble, but it endures well into the 21st century despite its  wounds ; a testament to the merits of a solid foundation. and here scott is, arms open, palms wide, white flag, red eyes — offering the  beginnings of bedrock, a stable place for isaac to build a new home. 

it’s a pity isaac never learned how to use his hands for anything but shielding his own face.

achilles steps closer and patroclus freezes, eyes a vibrant blue as he takes a brief moment of reprieve to bathe in the warmth offered without a catch. how can anyone be made of such goodness? how can anyone be anything but suspicious when exposed to it?

     ‘ — why me? ’     the million dollar question; its become a mantra, a sticking point, like bubblegum on the bottom of his running shoes. if ever there were a phrase so terrifyingly isaac, is it this. yet using it with scott feels alien, lacking its usual barb and bitter tone. he is curious. he is confused. he is hopeful.

     ‘ you never would’ve even noticed me before. no one did. not until derek. ’     there’s the poison tongue. he spits acid with the name.     ‘ so why now? you worried i’m going to hurt people if i’m alone? if i wolf out? ’

isaac  shields  himself  now,    that  deflecting,    that  deference  of  guilt;    scott  recognizes  a  mirror  when  he  sees  one,    though  this  ache  in  isaac  is  personal  and  guttering  enough  that  rather  than  empathy,    this  alpha  offers  compassion  (  i  have  not  walked  your  shoes,    but  i  have  watched  your  tread  since  knowing  you  that  i  could  follow  your  path  even  in  the  dark  ).    for  a  moment,    scott  is  left  to  barricade  a  breeze,    a  solid  wall  before  his  friend  that  dares  not  move,    wary  of  isaac’s  triggers.    there  is  not  even  breath  that  disturbs  this  quiet  for  a  three  count.    

❝    why  you?    ❞  frustration,    and  only  a  pinch  of  confusion,    furrows  his  brow.    a  frown  does  not  he  wear  comfortably,    and  yet  he  wears  it  well  for  how  even  still  in  his  mounting  exasperation  does  he  blind.    ❝    by  that  logic,    why  me?    right?    why  me?    ❞  never  does  he  redirect  inward.    achilles  would  rather  break  his  back  than  admit  such  a  weakness,    but  scott  begins  baring  himself  now  and  there  isn’t  any  stopping  it.    ❝    wrong.    that’s  wrong.    i  would  have  noticed  you.    i  won’t  thank  derek  for  knowing  you.    ❞

bitterness  is  a  foreign  taste.    scott  wants  to  spit  it  out,    but  wipes  his  knuckles  against  his  mouth  to  swallow  that  bile  instead.    ❝    i’m  worried  about  you  hurting  yourself.    ❞  he  does  not  need  to  shout  this,    but  he  may  as  well  have.    ❝    maybe  i  didn’t  notice  you  before.    i  was  a  stupid  kid.    weren’t  you?    but  i  notice  you  now  and  i  have  been.    i’m  not  afraid  of  you.    are  you?    are  you  afraid  of  you?    because  i–  because  i’m  trying  to  get  it,    man.    i  want  to.    ❞

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽,      despite its being slow to action.       her stalled footstep is completed gently;    the foot falls and she glances around the darkness,     flashlight still tight in her grasp.      ❝    this little pitter - patter is gonna turn into a storm,    mccall.     ❞    the warning is soft and thrown over her shoulder and she tempts another step forwards.        the world around her is loud with rainfall   –––   it clogs her senses and fills her nostrils with current petrichor,    blurs her already - darkened vision.       the flashlight’s beam is thrown around once more in a slow fashion,    illuminating nothing but trees,   trees,    trees.       ❝    yeah:    i don’t know about  ––   huh  ?     ❞

the way he says her name raises the hairs on her neck.      it’s enough to make her look back at him,    her neck swiveling around and her mouth becoming serious and thin at his question.      ❝    i can,   i’m sure.    ❞     her gaze follows his out into the darkness and she squints herself,     straining to see something that makes sense.       ❝    if there’s something out here,    if there is something out here,    i’ve got a few tricks.      ❞     the words leave her mouth fast but they lack in franticness,     her free hand patting the brief at her side.      ❝    i’m not leaving you out here all  –––     ❞     he interrupts,    and she swings her flashlight towards him again,    steadier now.     ❝    scott,   what is it  ?!     ❞

the  earth  is  drumming  up  fear  in  time  with  the  filtered  fall  of  rain  through  the  overarching  canopy  overhead.    scott  can  smell  it  (  rolled  oats,    ozone,    ammonia–  terror  encompasses  all  senses,    but  this  eclipses  anything  else  with  this  impending  storm  ).    it  doesn’t  sit  well,    nor  well  does  it  bode,    and  their  sudden  encroaching  company  exacerbates  his  mounting  nerves.    his  woods  are  frightened.    alpha  might  be  required  to  fight,    but  nancy  remains  too  close  to  his  peripherals  for  his  liking  should  it  come  to  this.    already  he  is  dreading  coaching  her  through  the  world  she  will  now  be  thrust  into.  

her  splintered  monologue  sits  in  the  back  of  his  awareness,    the  shifting  of  the  animal  not  far  enough  away  clouding  the  rest  of  his  focus.    he  is  gauging  distance  from  her  car,    the  size  of  the  newcomer,    how  the  hell  he  is  going  to  keep  nancy  from  trying  to  interfere  because  her  life  could  depend  on  it  and  he  is  learning  that  she  could  care  less  about  anything  save  for  the  thrill  that  discovering  brings  her.    he’d  been  wondering  how  she’d  fare  if  ever  she  learned  of  his  nature,    but  now  he  fears  there  will  soon  be  no  wondering  about  it.    ❝    i–  ❞  they’ve  been  scented;    scott  hears  the  moment  the  stranger  shifts  course–  right  for  their  direction,    and  fast.    now  his  hand’s  gripping  hers  without  pause  and  tugging  her  from  whence  they’ve  come.    ❝    shit.    shit,    shit,    nancy–  ❞

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she shivers,  she shakes   (she replaces her body with that of a tree:     she is dictated by breezes).    her hands are grubby,  red - raw and bruised,   from climbing up the too - steep hill.    she glances at the compass,  which whirs raggedly against her palm.     ‘‘    you sound like my mom.     ’’      she shakes the compass at him in lieu of flipping the finger.     ‘‘     and i thought we’d be home four hours ago.   i thought i’d be warm and cozy with a cup of hot cocoa.       this is really all your fault,   so.     ’’

each  crooked  bend  of  branch  feels  as  if  an  extension  of  the  thing  which  breaks  through  them.    mieczy  bats  at  a  swinging  limb  as  he  paces  across  the  moon  -  freckled  forest  floor  and  pretends  that  they  do  not  care  if  cassie  is  keeping  up.    ❝  sounds  like  a  real  nice  lady,    then.    ❞  vitriol  keeps  likeness  to  the  saliva  on  his  tongue;    only  once  does  he  glance  back  over  his  shoulder  at  her.    ❝  are  you  victim  blaming  right  now?    for  real?    in  the  year  of  our  lord?    ❞  she  was  dragged  out  here  and  they  know  it.    ❝  if  you  didn’t  wanna  go,    shoulda  just  said  so.    ❞

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SHE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF HIM.    in anticipation of a gilt cage    —    pinions corralled,    sylph - lady leashed to the soil    —    the mind has caricatured her warden,    an infernal detainer sheathed in the epithet  husband.    and the mind,    eternal foe - friend,    could not have conceived of him:    puissance etched into every stalwart line of him,    benignity stitched into every interstice therein.    honey - eyed predator.    indeterminate time spent making ready to slalom against anathema,    and yet he has proven himself the one thing for which she is ill - prepared:   kind.

this husband is openhanded      (    —worryingly so,    as though prevenient of all desires;    indulgent of all whims,    elucidated or otherwise,    )      and accoutred with an assiduity that lends itself to personnally ensuring her utmost comfort whenever he’s able.    it is as profound as it is petrifying,    inspiring the ribcage’s gradual flourish,    the ineluctable growing pains of a tender chest’s equinox.    this is the  preordained,    the winter - spring movement.    she shakes her head,    gesturing to the empty seat before her.    she had requested a pair of teaware sets for this afternoon.        ❛❛      i have come to expect you.      ❜❜        an indrawn breath,    the chest cavity expanding,    expanding—        ❛❛      i…    will you keep me company?    i would appreciate it if you were to take a rest.    with me.    if that is to your liking.      ❜❜

at  length  did  they  speak  of  a  monster:    a  sorceress  with  no  control  over  her  own  wickedness,    a  woman  with  insurmountable  fortitude  barricaded  by  the  ice  she  closed  around  her  heart  (  my  king,    we  must  advise  against  such  a  selection  if  for  the  threat  she  possesses  alone,    but  so  too  would  we  be  remiss  in  denying  the  strength  such  a  union  with  arendelle  might  afford  us  ).    need  i  remind  you  –  from  the  jaws  of  this  gentle  beast  –  that  many  feel  this  way  about  me.    and  what  silence  had  followed!  

here,    before  his  bride,    he  is  reduced  to  a  boy.    youth  colors  his  cheeks  as  if  she’d  nipped  them  with  her  chill  alone,    bashfulness  as  sweet  as  it  is  deficient  in  so  many  eyes.    i  am  both  feared  and  laughed  at,    there  is  no  winning  favor;    who  is  it,    then,    that  benefits  ill  of  this  marriage?    faced  with  her,    he  knows  he  is  afforded  the  boon.    ❝    your  highness,    ❞  says  he  most  respectfully.    she  does  not  know  it,    but  she  is  in  full  control  with  this  leashed  wolf.    ❝    it  would  be  my  honor.    i  would.    i  will.    ❞  clumsy,    silly  thing.    that  flush  reaches  his  ears  again.    ❝    please.    ❞

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scott will ride bikes until the day he dies. he currently owns a 2017 fz 07, which was gifted to him brand new by his mother as an undergrad graduation gift

he also has an old piece of shit tundra that he only uses for work emergencies because he does home visits and it makes it easy to transport animals back to the clinic or to and from his apartment if necessary

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scott is the boyfriend who’s hardly on social media and when he is on social media, he’s only posting about his partner

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look we revere scott what man compares to scott

but i don’t want to minimize that it’s HARD being around and with him. whether that be romantically, platonically, whatever it is. it’s hard. you have this man who is so good and who thinks YOU are so good, no matter what you do, and that’s hard. and it isn’t that he puts anyone on a pedestal, it’s never that he doesn’t acknowledge that people do bad things. but it’s definitely tiresome to feel as though you should hold yourself to the standards that scott is held or that you might perceive he holds you to (which he doesn’t, of course, but STILL)

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two thoughts on my drive to work

scott & his empathic abilities being both very human and very supernatural of him

scott being able to smell arousal & still not getting when someone is hitting on him

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now wait a minute…….