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blimpintime · 4 months ago

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jade green prologue

azriel x reader

in which Azriel has a personal healer, and she needs to be saved.

word count: 830 words

warnings: light angst, head injury, rhys is an asshole!

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Being a traveling healer meant a few things; one, knowing how to defend yourself is the most important thing next to healing. Two, paying attention to new science and healing techniques will always benefit you and your patient. Lastly, being kind to everyone you meet, will get you further than having people fear you.

Well, for the most part. Sometimes defending yourself and staying kind contradict one another hence why you are running, no, rolling down a snowy mountain trying to outrun some bandits.

The snow is wet and mushy, not quite the firm snow that Illriya gets further into the cold season, so you are having a hard time grasping anything to regain balance and stability. Your winter gear is starting to become soaked with the cold and wet ground you have been sliding in, and eventually, you are wet head to toe when you slide into a river with no way to slow yourself down or stop.

Your head reemerges from the frigid water rushing around you, face freezing and refreshed at the same time. The sky is a bright white reflecting off the snow on the mountain making it hard for you to see. At this point, you have no idea what direction you are even facing or heading towards, and your body is dropping its temperature rapidly.

“Shit.” You manage to cough out, your bag of healing items now long gone in the river.

You try swimming toward a branch you see floating near you but get swept by the current and smack your head on the branch instead, causing everything around you to go dark.

There is not much that will get a reaction of Azriel but seeing one of his close friends (who he hasn’t seen in years) floating lifeless in the Sidra was a scenario that made his stomach drop to his feet.

He isn’t sure how he recognized you, floating face up in the water and blueish gray, but he is glad he did because he quickly shot down to where you were and ripped your frigid body out of the painfully cold water his hands going numb with pain. Your hair glowing around your face no doubt your healing abilities trying to save your body a little, but it is clearly having a hard time considering you still have a large gash on your forehead dripping sticky blood.

He lifts your lifeless body into his strong arms and winnows to Madja’s healers’ cabin. He feels your pulse faintly but at least it is still there. A bit of panic flushes through his body when he realizes how long you have been in this state. And then anger washes over him, who could do this to someone so kind? He thinks harshly to himself.

Where are you, brother? A voice appears in his head, Not now Rhys. He responds sharply.

Oh, at a pleasure house? Finally, taking up my advice? Don’t forget about family dinner. Rhysand quips back in a joking tone, to which Azriel blocks him out completely.

He could not care less about family dinner more than he did right now. You limp in his arms freezing cold with blue lips and eyes faintly closed with what looked to be ice crystals around your lashes and eyebrows. You who have saved him from the brink of death on more than one occasion. You were all that mattered in this moment.

When Madja finally helped you in, you were lying there with your chest softly rising on the bed. He couldn’t leave your side nor did he want to.

“It is good you found her when you did,” Madja spoke to him. “She was getting to dangerous levels of freezing. Without her abilities, I am fairly certain her blood would have frozen.”

Azriel winced and ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t even know what she was doing here. I have never met with her in Velaris.” He responded softly.

“You know her?” Madja asked in the same tone.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, “Long time friends.”

She nodded in response. “She should wake when she is warm enough. If there is anything else I can do just yell for me, but I will be in my office.” With that, she walks off and closes the door gently.

Azriel for once does not know what to do, sitting there feels like a waste of time when he could be hunting those down who did this to you. However, he does not want you to wake up alone and confused.

Then he thinks about how he is expected to be at family dinner with his happily mated brothers and the girl he thought he was infatuated with. He felt guilty for a moment thinking about his family being happy when you were lying here lifeless, but then felt anger towards someone he calls a brother. A pleasure house? He scoffs verbally. His soul aches for companionship but right now all that matters is when you wake up.

a/n: it is a little guy but welcome to the prologue!

#azriel acotar #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel fanfiction #acotar fandom #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel fic

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frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers · 20 days ago

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Josh Gad believes Frozen 3 is worth the wait in a recent podcast | Latest Updates | News

In a People's article, it is revealed, when Josh Gad appeared in an episode of The Spotlight with Jessica Shaw podcast on SiriusXM, that Frozen 3, is coming out in 2027 for a reason because it's worth the wait. He obviously keeps tight lipped on the details of the movie due to being sworn to secrecy on, but here's what he is able to tell us:

“There’s a reason the movie is coming out in 2027. And that is because no one wants to rush this. Everyone wants this to not just be a sequel or a money grab. They want this to be absolutely worthy of the story we set out to make in 2013 (in the first Frozen movie). And we want to give audiences something that is worth the years of waiting and years of anticipation. And I know that they are actively working on that. And I know that they have a story that they are very, very, very excited about. And beyond that, I think I’ll have Disney lawyers knocking down my door. But buckle up because I think they have something incredible in store,”.

Reading this makes me really really excited because it builds up the anticipation and suspense of this new story. Some people think they're making another movie because of the money but that's not it - they said it themselves before that they would only make a movie if they have a good story to tell.

I like how they're really learning from the main mistake of Frozen 2 which was rushing things. Back during the making of Frozen 2, Jennifer Lee was CCO Walt Disney Animation Studios as well as director of the movie, and that big role had her really busy and unable to allow her to have her full focus and attention on the story of the sequel and hence rushed it last minute making decisions without thinking them through. That was the main reason Frozen 2 isn't as liked as the first movie. But this time, Jennifer Lee has quit the role of CCO, passing it to someone else, in order to have her full focus on Frozen 3 and 4. That's why I'm positive about the upcoming movies, despite how Frozen 2's situation. The few years long production of the new movies gives them enough time to focus on the details and think thoroughly about each decision they make for the movie.

I don't expect everyone to read this and be 100% positive about it because I understand you'd still want to remain cautious about it and see if it's worth the wait yourselves, and I totally respect that. I too am remaining cautious and keeping my extreme excitement for when we see the trailer and get our first looks on it. But I do hope this gives a little bit of relief to those who are really worried about the movie.

Any other interviews or updates I may have missed or just any questions you may have, please let me know! Thank you! ❄️

#disney frozen #frozen #frozen 3 #disney #wdas #josh gad #olaf

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darklightsworld · 14 days ago

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So, about the new BeruBara movie in detail. I rushed to watch it, because the visitor present was the above genga copy <333 Pretty amazing, because even the exhibition last summer did not have genga copies in the goods corner (aside from the very expensive ones). In this sense I consider the price of the ticket well spent. It is shrunken to A4 (from B4), so I can even use it in class. Until now I only had a B4 original and several B5/A3 copies, and it isn't convenient to bring those to the uni. Anyway, I hope they will announce the week 3 present soon. I'm not so keen on the Fersen-Antoinette genga next week, but I would get that if the others aren't genga anymore.

This was the good, now onto the bad. It was bad, I was oscillating between cringing and secondhand embarrassment for a good part of the movie. One of the reasons in kind of subjective, but the bigger reasons are objective. First about the subjective: I don't like musicals. I already suspected from the trailer that they might go into that direction, because the theme song screams "musical song™️." That song is so bad too, and it also showcases the typical "let's throw English phrases into the lyrics, because they sound cool" attitude. But the thing is, Berubara takes place in France ^^; Anyway, I guess they might have gone into this direction, because Berubara has been a longstanding success with Takarazuka. Also something I'm not touching with a ten-foot pole. I'm not sure how Takarazuka fans liked the movie, but from an anime perspective, it was weird. This isn't Disney, anime rarely crosses over into musical, and even those instances aren't successful (I don't mean idol series, that's something else). Even this movie isn't actually a full-fledged musical, often it's like image/character songs sung by the cast added for certain reasons. This latter is also questionable, not all of the cast are nice to listen to... (see singer vs. seiyuu made to sing). The opening/theme song resurfaces more than once, and it becomes ridiculous when the uprising Parisians start to sing the same song used to welcome Antoinette in the beginning in a different arrangement. The song inserts are often used to rush through or gloss over things, but I will come back to this later. The symbolism used in some of these scenes is a mess too: art nouveau motifs for a rococo story... or the underwater imagery ^^;;;

Now, about the objective faults. This is not a well-made anime:

Visually, there are some/several money shots, but otherwise the sakuga is a lackluster. They clearly did not have enough money to make it movie quality. The visual style of the manga is old-fashioned, seen as kind of cheesy, and it has its fair share of parodies. It was a question whether the anime can honor this style without turning into its own parody. I don't think it always succeeded, hence my secondhand embarrassment. The musical parts also used a lot of bank shots in the name of "memories," so I guess those were also meant to save money.

The biggest issue is, however, the narrative. You could already see in the trailer that they would cover the whole story. Seeing that Berubara is a 10+ volume long series with 30+ years passing in the story, the movie was... ambitious, to say the least. Unfortunately the movie did not succeed to make it a coherent story. I blame the director too, because even though I think such a approach was bound to fail, it could have been better even among these circumstances.

The movie feels like a summary, or maybe a highlights reel, and I'm afraid it isn't understandable to those who don't know the story beforehand. Quite often the scenes are disjointed without any transition. Many subplots are only visually mentioned, and not even spoken about: the Dubarry issue appears during an image song, the gambling-Polignac-necklace affair during a narration (not mentioned by name), Jeanne does not appear. Rosalie appears in one scene, Bernard as well. Bernard gets named, but you may wonder why, because he does not become important for the plot. Robespierre is a single image too. I think they could have completely erased these, if they were reducing them to these mentions. They kind of feel like sending a message to fans that yeah, we know there's more to the story, but we don't have time to deal with them, so here, have some bullet points. I would have preferred a coherent plot instead... Btw, he noble thief plot is erased, André loses his vision in a different way. Girodelle asking for Oscar's hand seems so out of the blue, like, who were you again? ^^; Fersen is also dropped after they get together with Antoinette (except for a moment mentioned below). It is really bewildering.

As a fan you know what happens in-between, but if you don't know the story, it is difficult to understand the whys and hows. Btw, one of the worst gloss-overs is the Oscar in a dress scene (see above genga). Based on the movie it is already difficult to see where those feeling came from, but when she starts to dance with Fersen it turns into an image song of the four mains, and the unsuspecting viewer has no idea what happened there ^^;;; As mentioned, the musical parts had many repetitions, and with so little time to unfold any plot, they felt a waste of the little available time.

The characters feel very superficial because of rushing through the plot. If you don't know the story, you can only ask why this or that happened. Like, when did Oscar develop feeling for Fersen? And then for André? And so on. There is no show, only tell, and often not even that. Antoinette also loses later character development, and seems to be the selfish queen the French people paint her as. The plot starts to become more coherent after Oscar leaves the court, but even though there is character development for her, most of the political issues that influence her earn barely a mention. So yeah, superficial.

The story ends at the storm of the Bastille (iykyk), and the rest of the history is only narrated in etching style. I would have loved anime style illustrations.

These were the main issues I can remember off the top of my head. I think making a single movie out of this long story was an impossible undertaking to begin with, but it also could have been way better than this. More money for quality animation would have been necessary, also a coherent plot with more nuanced characters.

#versailles no bara #berubara #rose of versailles #the rose of versailles

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lovings4turn · 2 years ago

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☆ i like shiny things . . . (j.f.p.)

— a compliment from a stranger leads to something far sweeter than you ever could have predicted (2.5k)

+ contains: references to drinking and smoking, swearing

+ inspired by an event from my own life (though my paper ring making skills are pretty shit), hence why it seems quite rambly !! banner from cafekitsune

your head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton, a combination of your high spirits and the two tequila shots you had just taken in quick succession coming together to create a hazy bliss that blanketed your mind.

the pub that your friends had dragged you into was relatively busy, most of the tables being populated with groups of people chatting happily over pints and cheap cocktails, the odd bout of raucous laughter travelling through the air. it wasn’t too loud though, which you were secretly grateful for. instead, the noise acted as a gentle soundtrack to your night, a soft buzzing to play behind your own enthusiastic conversation.

you hadn’t even really intended to go out tonight.

it was only supposed to be a few casual drinks with your friends, and then home to be curled up in bed by eight o’clock at the latest. but, denying the chance to spend an evening with your friends was something you could hardly ever bring yourself to do. it was rare that you all had the chance to hang out together, thanks to the painfully annoying existence of university and jobs, so it would be rude to shut the door on such an ample opportunity. plus, mary had some very convincing puppy-dog eyes.

a small booth in the corner of the room was your home for the evening, the soft leather lining of the seats only just making up for how sticky the table was thanks to many spilled drinks. every so often, you’d catch a grimace flash across someone’s face as their skin came into contact with the wood. as long as you kept your elbows by your sides, you would be fine.

just as you were swirling the remnants of your drink around, watching the last droplets mix with your melted ice in the bottom of the glass while you contemplated heading to the bar, marlene broke you out of your trance by suddenly jumping up.

she rushed to approach someone and threw her arms around the stranger in an embrace, already talking animatedly to them and their two friends. through squinted eyes, you took in the sight of the three men who you had never seen before, but marlene was evidently quite acquainted with. you wracked your brain trying to conjure up an image, a memory of marlene mentioning them before, but nothing appeared to you.

involuntarily, your eyes were drawn to one man in particular. he stood tall and broad, both hands in his pockets as he gave marlene a toothy grin and a nod in lieu of a greeting. it was clear he’d tried to tame the curls on top of his head, but a few dark strands had broken free, falling into his face every now and then to his clear frustration.

dropping your voice to a whisper, you dipped your head to position your lips next to lily’s ear, hoping that you were being somewhat inconspicuous.

“who’s that?”

“i know the lad in the middle is sirius,” lily responded, turning to survey the group herself. “no clue about the other two. they’re fit, though.”

both of you laughed quietly at her final comment, though you were unable to deny it. all three men were incredibly attractive, but there was something in particular about the boy standing to the right of the group that charmed you.

before you could continue your train of thought, marlene was striding over with all three men in tow, gesturing with her hands for you all to budge up and make room for them to take a seat. some higher power must have felt particularly fond of you that evening, as the boy you were previously eyeing slipped into the booth next to you.

names and greetings were exchanged, and you learned that the boy marlene was initially talking to was, in fact, sirius, and he had brought his friends remus – a tall man with sandy hair and a charming, crooked smile - and james along with him, thanks to marlene’s requests. the pair hadn’t really seen each other in a while, and marlene was a firm believer in the statement ‘the more the merrier’, so it was no surprise that she had invited them along to join you.

sirius declared he was heading to the bar to buy the next round, shaking off everyone’s protests with a sly wink and the claim that it was no problem, he just needed marlene to come and help him carry everything. begrudgingly - and not without a lot of complaint - marlene obliged.

one round quickly became two, then three, and you’d began to lose count of how many drinks you had had. you’d maintained a pretty nice buzz over the course of the evening, thankfully never straying into the territory of being too drunk.

you were currently engaged in a conversation with james and dorcas, dorcas recounting a story about one of the many times marlene had gone above and beyond in flirting with her whilst you and james interjected every now and then.

a rush of excitement travelled through you as you remembered a crucial part of the story, and so you began to retell it, gesturing wildly with your hands as james watched on. as he caught sight of the multiple silver rings adorning your fingers, a soft gasp escaped his mouth as his lips quirked up into a grin.

“those are cool,” he said, gently grabbing your hand and bringing it closer to his face in order to properly admire the jewellery. if he noticed how much your hands were shaking, he was polite enough not to mention it.

his eyebrows furrowed slightly, a clear indication of just how intensely he was studying your rings. not that you minded — james’ distraction provided a perfect opportunity for you to shamelessly stare at him, raking your eyes over every inch of his face.

you were thankful that dorcas had been swept up into another conversation. if she had seen the way you were practically swooning over james, you would never hear the end of it.

this was the first time you had ever really appreciated the dim lighting of the pub, as the shitty overhead lamps caused james’ hazel eyes to look soft and honey-like each time they caught the soft glow. slight stubble dusted his chin, complementing his almost unfairly sculpted jaw, and your mouth grew dry at the fact that such an attractive man was essentially holding your fucking hand right now.

“i like this one,” he grinned, pointing towards your middle finger.

following his motion, you looked over the ring that embellished a good portion of your finger. it was a newer one that you had picked up at a market a month or so before, and you distinctly remember being very proud of your find. the metal was bent to fashion the shape of a bull’s head, horns branching out and curling up to reach your knuckles. it was relatively chunky in comparison to some of your other rings, but that was one of the reasons you were so fond of it.

thanks to the tequila working its magic on your mind, you wasted no time in pulling it off of your hand and holding it out to him with a soft smile. “try it, if y’want.”

james delicately plucked the ring from the palm of your hand, briefly scrutinising his fingers to see which one would make the best fit. after a moment, he settled for sliding it down onto his ring finger, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he held his hand up to you.

“well?”

"suits you," you grinned. "y'should keep it."

“mhm, nope,” he hummed, beginning to pull the ring back off of his hand. “absolutely not. it’s yours, couldn’t take it from you.”

despite your protests that it was totally fine – though you knew your more sober self would regret it in the morning – james was adamant that you were to keep the ring, even going as far as to slide it back onto your finger himself.

“there,” he smiled, patting your hand. “back where it belongs.”

to avoid looking at the soft grin on his face and likely making a fool of yourself, your eyes fell onto the table as you mumbled a thank you. a discarded straw wrapper caught your eye, the pale white standing out against the dark wood, and an idea quickly popped into your mind.

the concept of embarrassment was clearly muffled by the alcohol if next your actions were anything to go by. picking up the wrapper, you turned to james with a proud smile.

“pass me your hand,” you said. “got an idea.”

clearly either too amused or intrigued to refuse, james held out his hand for you, fingers splayed. with your tongue poking from the corner of your mouth, you delicately wrapped the paper around his ring finger, tying it just tight enough to be secure, before you attempted to fashion the ends into a mock imitation of the bull’s horns found on your own ring.

pleased with your work, you sat back with a smile and held your own hand out next to his so he could understand the solution you had come up with.

“there. now you have one, too.”

james let out a laugh, shaking his head fondly as he looked between the two ‘rings’ before turning his gaze to you.

“it’s my new prized possession,” he joked. “thank you.”

his teasing grin softened, and though you couldn't pinpoint the exact physical differences in his expression, something about his current smile seemed far more affectionate.

"oi!"

the friendly call snapped you and james out of whatever little bubble you had been sucked into, and you followed the sound to see remus standing at the pub's exit.

“coming, mate?” remus asked, a cigarette balanced between his lips as he held up the pack for james to see.

james shot remus a thumbs up in response, watching his friend walk out of the door that led to the smoking area, before turning back to you. his face bore a soft smile and his eyes glinted with something that you couldn’t quite place.

“i’m just heading out for a smoke, if you want to join?”

before you’d even really processed his question you were nodding, standing up and smoothing down your clothes as you followed him through the pub. a small laugh escaped your lips as he opened the door for you with an over-exaggerated bow.

the moment you stepped outside and moved to stand with remus, you regretted not bringing a jacket as the cold air nipped at your exposed arms. it was clear that your logic of ‘alcohol is the best jacket’ wasn’t always correct.

but as you registered james following close behind you, his musky cologne mingling with the faint smell of smoke, you would have gladly frozen to death if it meant he would be standing by your side during it all.

the flame of his lighter cast an orange glow across his face as he brought it up to the cigarette placed between his lips. he inhaled sharply, taking a long drag before tilting his head to face away from you as he let out a steady stream of smoke. he extended his hand to offer you a drag, and your fingers brushed his as you plucked it from his grip.

remus raised an amused eyebrow at the two of you, yet said nothing, instead continued to smoke his cigarette with a smug expression that james pointedly ignored.

you continued to pass the cigarette back and forth in a comfortable silence, appreciating being away from the muted commotion of the pub’s environment for a breather. you didn’t mind it, of course, but you couldn’t deny that a moment of peace and fresh air was necessary every now and then.

the three of you stayed outside until your cigarettes had burnt down to the filter, and james crushed yours into a stray ashtray before approaching you with a smile. his arm flexed slightly, looking as though he was going to move it to settle around you before he decided against it, opting to keep it pressed firmly against his side.

a warm smile played on his lips as he cocked his head towards the door that led back inside. “shall we?”

and god, you’d be a fool to ever say no.

for the rest of the night, you were unable to tear yourself from james’ side. it was like he had some magnetic field operating around him that required you to be at least within a foot radius of him at all times. at the risk of sounding like a love-sick thirteen year old, fawning over someone you had met not even three hours prior, you were positively head over heels for him.

every hearty laugh and off-hand comment caused your stomach to flip, and you were sure that by the end of the evening, james would have two holes burned into the side of his face where you had been unable to tear your eyes away from him.

unbeknownst to you, everyone else was extremely aware of just how enamoured you were by james. lily and mary had already begun placing bets on how long it would take for you two to get together, and marlene had made more than one comment about how you should just get it over with and kiss already under her breath.

as last orders were called, you were unsure how to feel. the comfort of knowing that your soft, freshly made bed was waiting for you at home was outshined by the fact you would have to say goodbye to your friends, and james. you thanked mary as she handed you your bag, pulling her into a hug and appreciating the floral smell of her perfume as she wrapped you in her arms.

everyone else was exchanging similar goodbyes, moving from one person's embrace to another and making promises to meet up again soon no matter what your schedules said. your friends had already arranged for a six-seater to pick you all up, but the boys were adamant they could walk home by themselves after they were sure you’d been picked up safely. the conversation had slowed slightly as the long night and multiple drinks caught up on everyone, and you stood in a comfortable silence until your ride arrived.

clambering into the taxi, you peered out of the window one last time and gave james a gentle wave, smiling as he returned it. even through the smudged windows, all you could focus on was one thing: the straw wrapper that remained tightly wrapped around his ring finger.

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #james potter #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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So I was thinking about OC x Canon stuff for a certain pervy character (I'm certain you know which one I'm talking about XD) while waking up this morning. And I got the idea of THIS excerpt for all the sex crazies, and I NEED to vent it out somehow. You can not escape. Resistance is futile >:)

Your lips found their way onto his own very easily. Just like all the times before. But this time was different, somehow. He could tell by the quick and shaky motions of your hands as you undid his shirt (or toga- for Hades). But he didn't waste time questioning it; all that mattered was you right now.

It wasn't until you pulled your lips away, just enough to breath, and you spoke with a tone that wasn't quite familiar with you, that he realized how much you needed him right now, "I don't care what you want to do to me. I don't care how long you take me. Just make me forget everything, tonight. Please."

You didn't want to think about anything today. You didn't want to remember that you needed to be at work tomorrow. You didn't want to be reminded of all your overwhelming thoughts today. You didn't even want to find out what time it was on the clock. All you wanted, all you needed right now, was him.

It feels so weird writing something that looks like it belongs in a romantic novel for the pervy villains, but this wouldn't leave my head XD did something happen to you that made you sad? Are you just in a ~state~? Are you and the pervy villain of your choice together together? Are you two just very close friends? You decide XD

Omgggggg, its amazing!! Reader astronomically horny XD (I mean, telling these men you don't care what they do to you?? Woo... ) I loved waking up to this, I really did. This is excellent!! XDD I had to add a little bit for each of them <3<3 Offender's is a little rushed but I hope you like these! XD

Baffled!Concerned!Pervy MultiVillains x Worn-Out!Reader || Excerpts / Drabbles

Plot: These are continuations of the above excerpt! So reader comes onto their pervy villain hard- but the question is, why??

Warnings: Sexual Themes and sexual references though no actual smut. Also reader is just very worn out after a long week. Freddy's is set in the Horror House, hence Tiffany's appearance XD (Bonus for you marinerainbow, since this was your idea XD)

Tagging: Will do Later

Beetlejuice:

"Please, BJ, please. I- I just- I need-... " You just let out a deep, frustrated sigh; how do you explain what you need? You need to be filled, you need his tongue in your mouth, you need to think about something other then your life right now. Something that's overwhelming and feels good.

Instead of shoving his head between your thighs, which he has done before but not successfully like this time would be, BJ doesn't move at all; Watching you. "... you good there, sugar?"

You're completely surprised by the concerned tilt of his head, how he doesn't just jump you immediately like you thought. You were sure that he wouldn't ask any questions, that's partly why you came to him, so this makes you hesitate. Makes you still, as you stare up at him; Your fingers on the lapels of his jacket and lips parted.

Beetlejuice was always coming onto you. It sounds conceited, but he was! He does! Even when you were mad at him, or you didn't want to see him. It was honestly frustrated and borderline sexual harassment.

... no, actually, it was sexual harassment. Why you hadn't exorcized him, you don't know. Maybe, part of you,... likes him?

You didn't know, and you certainly didn't want to think about it right now. All you wanted to do was get filled and forget about everything- and you want Beetlejuice to be the man for the job, damnit! Where is this sudden concern for your wellbeing coming from?? Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?

With his grotty hands on your arms, BJ holds you still from jumping him, holding his head tilted to the side at you; Hair a crazy, knotted mess that you just wanna touch. The look on his dirty face, still-sneering but with soft eyes now makes your heart hurt and you take a deep breath; Fixing your grip on his lapels.

"I just... need to think about something else."

A dirty smirk slips across his face. "Like me, babydoll?"

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice and 'babydoll', creeping down your spine. "... Please... " Finally he pulls you close, your body pressed up against every inch of his as he catches your chin in between those fingers and guides you to look up at him. Theirs's a mischievous grin on his face, heat reappearing in his eyes once again, and yet he's showing impressive resolve as he talks to you lowly; His already-hard cock digging into you through his filthy pants.

"... okay here's the deal, doll." Attentive, you hold your chin up yourself, listening to him closely and watching his face carefully. You're a mess right now, made even worse by his sudden concern for you. You just want him to fuck you! Do anything to you; Tease you, pound you, use you- you know he's been waiting for a while, so where is the urgency?? "I'm gonna split you in two like you want," The words make your mouth fall open a sigh to slip out, shocking you and making his smirk get worse- nastier, sluttier, hornier. "cuz we both know I cant help myself what with you offerin yourself up to me like this~~... But after that, you're gonna tell ol BJ what's the matter, yeah? Cuz its pretty obvious, babe, you're strung out over somethin... I wanna be the one to know what."

"Wh- why??"

"Cuz you're my little breather, right? Right." He flashes a bright, mouldy grin, before reaching down and getting to work yanking his pants down. "Now bend your ass over the side of the couch- nope, don't take off your pants, I wanna do that~~"

Chucky Lee Ray:

"Huh, sudden... " As Chucky takes a moment to 'consider your offer', being an asshole, you begin to untuck his shirt from his pants. "Hm, I don't know... heheheh... feel like you should really buy me dinner first~... Wouldn't wanna make feel cheap, would you?? Heheh."

"Chucky," You hiss, taking him by the coat and yanking him to focus on you. "This is a one-time-offer. Sex without strings. Fuck me, use me." Uh, "wh- what do you want?? Blow job? Doggy?" You're desperate. You'll let him have you anyway he likes. Please, just- fuck, you want to forget everything. You want your thoughts disturbed. Disturbed, crushed, vanished, forgotten. "Whatever you want, tell me- now, or I'm leaving and I'll get it from someone else. "

"... you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were upset." At this, you give him a scowl, and he holds it with a frustrating smirk. It feels like he's staring right into your soul, with those intense blue eyes of his, and for a whole moment you really think he's going to reject you. Or worse, try to find out why you're acting this way all-of-a-sudden. Sure, you've fucked before but not like this, you've never been like this before, and you know that he knows it. You know that he knows something is wrong; He's smart like that. And usually, that's one of the things you like about him but damnit-... just for tonight, can he just be a horny asshole, with you? No digging, no poking, no figuring you out. "... but who am I to let an offer like that fly by, eh?~ "

... You suddenly feel a flood of affection for this man wash through you; He clearly knows something is terribly off with you, you're completely strung out, but for once he doesn't try to dig into you and make you feel worse. You're so thankful and relieved, that you almost completely forget what you wanted to do, just standing there with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

So he takes the reigns for you, dragging you in for a crushing kiss that reminds you, sets the events of the rest of the night in motion. A clipped whine slips out of you, because yes this is just what you wanted, and you grip onto him tight; Parting your lips for him and kissing him back.

Freddy Krueger:

Of course, though- with Freddy it was never that easy. He never let it be that easy.

You knew that, you know him. And you were ready. As soon as that smirk slides across his face and his mouth opens to say something, you lean up and seal your lips with his; Successfully stopping it.

You just wanna make out with your perpetually horny, evil dilf friend- is that too much to ask for?? You have no energy for his manipulative shit, tonight. Nor his puns, nor his innuendos, nor his teasing. You just... want to feel good. Today- this week- the whole month past, has been exhausting. But as his slimy tongue begins to search in your mouth, you begin to feel it all inching away... pleased that your strategy worked, you melt into him; Your arms glide carefully over his shoulders and you tilt your head, only parting to breath every few moments.

As your heartbeat is beginning to feel slower, returning to a comfortably steady state with his tongue in your mouth, there's sudden footsteps to your right.

God- fucking- damnit. You knew you shouldn't have done this in the hallway.

"Well, well~~ Oh, what do we have, here??" Tiffany's voice rings out and your body goes stiff once again. Freddy releases your lips and you immediately press your face into his sweater- you don't want to see anybody, but him. Sorry, you do love Tiffany, but she doesn't exactly have what you need right now (The glass versions aren't quite the same).

"Isn't your boy toy lookin' for you??" You hear Freddy ask (As in hint, hint), your eyes falling shut.

"Mm, nope~"

"Aren't you lookin' for him??" Hint! Hint!

Tiffany giggles, a mischievous twang to the sound. "Nu uh~... "

Freddy growls, and you feel it more then you hear it; This sound a low rumble coming straight from his chest. You can just imagine the look on his face, a complete scowl and frustrated dark blue eyes. "Fine... " You know these next words are for you, as one hand and one glove come down on your waist and he squeezes; Making you sigh. "C'mon, princess, lets go to your room~~ There's a couple more things I wanna not say to you, anyway~"

Greasy Weasel:

Your lips make a trail of kisses up Greasy's neck, but somehow his words come out cock-sure still, though you can feel his fingers gripping your waist tight- almost bruising you. Just how you want him. Just as needy as you are. "You are making some dangerous requests, mon amore~ " As Greasy thinks about your words earlier, your completely meant words, you lick slowly over the line of kisses you made- desperate to get him so worked up he just takes you. "... whatever I want... however long I want... weren't you warned??"

"That you're a depraved pervert with no game, and therefor, years worth of blue balls?" You ask, pulling back from him just far enough to catch his dark eyes, heavy with lust. With a shrug, your skin buzzing at being so close to him and having him look at you like THAT. "... I mean you'd think knowing you for all these months and kissing you a few times was warning enough. I mean, I think I felt your tongue in my esophagus. But- yeah." Impatient, you reach down and carefully start to undo his belt. "Wheezy warned me. He used those exact words, actually. Now- "

As you undo his belt buckle, he watches you in a calm manor, finally enjoying the sight you know he must have only pictured before... that is until you slip the belt free and he jumps- catching your wrists and looking wide-eyed as if he only just realised that you're really truly serious. Just!? "Y/N! Y/N, mi amore, wait-wait-wait. Wait." Raising a brow in confusion, you stop and tilt your head at him as he holds your arms in his hands- away from himself.

"... Do you not want?- "

"Oh no no no, I do. I- I want to do so so many delicious things to you, amore, I can show you the list, but- Just a moment." You tilt your head to the other side, confused and frustrated. Why the hold up?? You need to be filled!- "I just... I need to ask, are you... On any medications?? Right now?? You are acting manic- "

Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. "What!? No!"

His eyes soften the slightest bit, all the bit that Greasy is capable of, and he rubs his thumb into the skin underneath your elbows. It makes you wanna keen, wanna feel his painfully hard cock throb against you, wanna sink down on hi- "... Then are you okay?"

... Oh shit. You feel like you wanna fuck him even more for that, but you really don't want to answer him. You don't want to think about why you're wanting him so bad, needing him. You don't want to think!- period.

Taking a deep breath, you look down at your feet. "Yes, I'm fi- well, no, but- I... I just... Grease, just... please... I cant, right now. I just... want you... "

After a moment, you look up with a pained expression (So tired, so worn out, so needing to just feel good).

The kiss you get slammed with starts with the tongue, then the lips follow and it makes you absolutely dissolve into him.

Hades:

The moment that you sat down on his lap, that determined look in your eyes, Hades knew what you were going to try.

The naked need in your eyes and your kiss were explanation enough for him, apparently- after all, he was a busy man himself. Always stressed, always overworked, always frustrated and tired. And if you were offering a way to help with that~ Then he was more then happy to play along. Especially with you.

His smooth lips drew a hot line across your skin as he pressed firm kisses from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat and down your neck. Your fingers dig into the fabric pf his toga that you hadn't managed to get off of him, the feeling he left in his wake enough to make you squeeze around nothing. Its not enough, you need him, you need-

"Hhh- Hades- "

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I got you. Just a sec." He pulls back and smirks at you, and you feel devastated by it. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. You're so glad, he is the way that he is. "Just let me enjoy this for a nanosecond, okay?... we both know I've been angling for this for a while... " Yes, since you met. It took him a while but he finally managed to get you dating him a couple of weeks ago... you haven't fucked, yet.

Sighing, you lean your body forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. This isn't enough. You need his cock, you need him to pound you, you need him to make you cum and slowly, gently pull out... just to slam back in and again and fuck you rough into another squirting orgasm. You... need... him!!...

"Its been a tough week, huh doll?" Hades asks, above you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, feeling you throb in his lap and loving it.

"... Yes... " You force out, feeling his hard cock just under you, right where you want him but yet so far... God its big, it'll stretch you so well...

"Gotta say- this is a pretty good way to release the tension babe. Maybe we can make this a bi-weekly thing? Or weekly? Every other day?- "

"Hades!" You cry, begging.

"Alright alright," He chuckles, and finally disappears his toga from his lap, allowing you to pull your own up over your thighs eagerly line yourself up with the monster. Just as you're about to finally finally sink down on it, Hades sticks a finger into the soft skin beneath your chin, and guides you up to connect his gaze with yours again. That smirk is still on his face, though its even darker now. "Let me take care of you, eh?"

Offenderman:

"Fender, Fender please. I'm begging you."

As you work at his belt, fumbling with the buckle from your manic neediness, Offender watches; Letting you struggle and enjoying the sight. But also taking the opportunity to find out why you're working at his belt. "Honey, this isn't like you... what's up?"

"I just want you to fuck me, Fender, what do you mean- ah!" Either you're terrible at undoing belts or you're just that worn out and tired that you cant use your fine motor skills because the damn thing pricked you. Sucking on your pricked finger, for a moment, you pause. "... Can you do this? I'll do mine- "

"C'mon, babygirl. You do me a favour and I'll do you one. Tell me what's up,... " While you cross your arms and frown, not wanting to talk about it at all, Offender puts his hands on his belt and pulls the strap back. "And I'll do these."

Ughhhh... You want that, you want him to take off his pants for you... you need him to help you... but you do not want to talk about how bone tired, exhausted you are. "I... "

"C'mon."

"I'm just... tired... and... "

The buckle slips out of its hole and you sigh, tightening your arms against your chest. "What else, baby?"

"I'm just so tired. That's all." You blurt out, dropping your arms to your sides and sniffling. "And I just- I don't wanna think, I just wanna be full, and happy. Okay?? Can you please just- help me??"

Offender's mouth is spread in a grin, no teeth and no mischief; Just him smiling at you. But then a tentacle glides up your leg and dips into your own pants, and the grin widens into that smirk you're so familiar with. "... I think I can do that... "

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miss0atae · 6 months ago

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Century of Love : Good ideas, Good acting, Meh ending (EP 9 – 10)

I'm again late to the party. We’ve finally reached the end of Century of Love. It wasn’t a series I thought I would enjoy, but I was pleasantly surprised. I’m glad I was convinced by others to watch it. Again I have to admit how great it is sometimes to have found really interesting people’s blogs to read here on Tumblr. It can sometimes make you see something in a different light. You will always find so many different views. Sometimes you’ll agree with them and sometimes you won’t see the same things as them. However, it’s always interesting. That’s the beauty of any work of fiction: you’ll always have something to say about them and it’s not the same for everybody. This time I won’t develop one point from the series. I’ll focus on a summary of what I feel about it.

Things I really liked about it:

◾ The story itself was interesting. Reincarnation mixed with Chinese mythology to have a BL story in Lakorn style. Century of Love used the Lakorn formula to offer something different among all the great QL series we got this year. I also believe it was good that the story didn’t really give us a proper answer on who was the real reincarnation of Vad / Wat. It lets the viewers to decide what he prefers. The only thing to keep in mind is that it’s better to let the past stay in the past and to fully live in the present. That’s the only way to love and to be loved.

◾ We had great characters too even if sometimes some of them were a bit too much for me. I guess it’s because some were classic Lakorn characters (New Vad / Wat was a perfect example of this. She was just too much at the end). However, two characters got my heart in this series. Firstly, I would say Vee was my favorite character. I like how he was a combination of cheeky, playful and loyal. You just wanted him to find a cure for his grand-ma and to charm this handsome grumpy youthful-looking grand-pa. My second favorite character was Third, who played the childhood friend doctor of Vee. He was supposed to be the reincarnation of Lord Trai the ex-fiancé of Vad / Wat who killed her. However, in this time, Third has only been an ally to the main couple, even if he had feelings for Vee. He was there when San and Vee needed him. He never shy away from telling the hard truth and I’m glad he wasn’t just here to create a rift between San and Vee. I hope Tao and him get to have their own little romance.

◾ I was also impressed by Offroad and Daou's acting. I have to admit I never understood why people liked them before. I wasn't a fan of their boys band (LAZ1) and I didn't like their previous series, Love In Translation. I tried hard to get into it, but never felt the hype. However, here in Century of Love, I really liked them. Their acting was good and they would engage you to root for their characters. The chemistry between them is quite good and it makes you believe in the romance of their characters. Now, I'll be more interested in any other series they may do. Let me add too that I find Offroad really handsome. His smile is so pretty.

◾ The goddess had a really nice sense of humor. She must have had fun. Good for her!

Things I didn’t like:

◾ It's quite common in QL series especially Thai QL series, but I didn't really like the end. I'm glad Vee and San got their happy ending because I would have been really sad if they didn't get it. However, I felt like the end was rushed to fit the 10 episodes they were given. I also didn't like how San made this stupid move to not tell Vee the truth about how he saved him. Instead of thinking together of a solution, he left and let him deal by himself with the loss of his grand-ma, but also his disappearance. This was dumb and it seemed so out of character for San to let someone he loves suffering alone.

◾ I felt like they didn’t handle well new Vad / Wat appearance. It’s like they didn’t know if they wanted to make her a villain or a side-kick. Hence, she was stuck in this role where you wanted to root for her, but also where you were annoyed by some of her actions. I felt like she could have been better used by the story. I also saw how many viewers seemed to like her. They should have make something of it. I admit it was interesting that she didn’t have the same personality like the previous incarnation of Vad / Wat (just like Third wasn’t Trai). I don’t know I just wished for more from her.

◾ The five colored-stone power and the deal with the goddess made no sense after they used the stone to save Vee. We've been told San needed to have it to give it back to Vad / Wat to end his deal with the goddess. We've also been told he needed to be close to the stone to be able to not feel the pain he would always get until finding the reincarnation of his lover. However, when he gave it to Vee it shouldn't have matter. Unfortunately for him, even if he was close to Vee, he still felt the pain. Also, even if the stone reacted positively to Vee, giving it to him to save him, wasn't like ending the deal with the goddess. I wish it was because it would have avoided a needlessly complicated break up for San and Vee. The series never gave us an answer about why the rules changed suddenly.

One thing I can't explain, but felt it wasn't good enough. However, in the end it didn't matter:

◾ Let me get it straight. I created this category only to talk about Juu. I was so conflicted about this character. I have to admit I found her a bit annoying sometimes, but she was really a nice girl deep down. I felt bad not liking her as much as other. Especially as she was always trying to help the main couple to be together. Don't get me wrong, I like the actress and I feel she did a good job. I guess I forgot how young Juu is and that's why I felt like she was too much.

#thai series #thai bl #bl series #bl drama #my thoughts #century of love #century of love the series #episode 9 #episode 10 #It was a nice ride #I really had fun watching this series #I can't wait to see the actors in other works #the title of this post is not good but I wanted to sound funny XD Please bear with me.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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Elvis comforting you cause you’ve got period cramps?

Helping

Fandom: Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie RPF, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Dodger Presley

Word Count: 2435

Rating: Gen

Summary: Gladys and Dodger give Elvis a biology lesson.

Tags/Warnings: Requests, Requested Fic, Periods, Period Cramps, Menstruating, Spooning, Arguing, Fighting, Established Relationship, Old Fashion Views [kinda]

Notes: Here you go honey.

PSA I’m working through my inbox and trying to update my ongoing series <3

Updated 8/23

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley

Elvis sat stewing, a pout on his face. He was sitting in his living room with the TV on though it was mostly playing to itself as his mind, as it often was, was on you, though this time was different. This time he was annoyed, no not annoyed, not really, he was just hurt. Since the pair of you had started dating it had been nothing but bliss and though he was used to lover’s spats in his previous dating history it had never happened with you two. Well until today.

And it had hit him like a freight train. He didn’t even know what he had done but from the moment he had picked you up you had had a sour look on your face that no amount of sweet talking or handholding could take away. That had frustrated him which had in turn frustrated you which had led to the two of you yelling at one another until you had stormed off into his bedroom slamming the door behind you as a quite clear signal you were not to be followed. If he was honest with himself he wasn’t entirely sure what the pair of you had been arguing about it had snowballed out of control so fast. Hence why he was sitting on his couch unsure of what to do for the best.

He wondered what you were doing. Had you been crying? Were you cursing his name? Or were you sitting in his room contemplating what the hell you had been fighting about like he was? His thoughts were cut short as he heard noise from the front door and his mother and Dodger came in arms laden with bags. He jumped up to help, taking the groceries out of Dodger’s arms first and rushing them into the kitchen before he doubled back for his mother’s though she was already in the door of the kitchen as he took them out of her arms.

‘Thank you darlin’,’ Gladys said as he placed the bags on the counter and moved out of her way so she could start to unpack.

‘No problem. Was it busy out?’ he said, resting back on the counter as he watched her.

‘Not too bad. We stopped for a rest at Charlie’s though. Your Grandma’s knee was playing up again,’ she said as she moved around the kitchen placing various items in their new homes.

‘That’s too bad,’ he said though it wasn’t as receptive as normal. Gladys glanced around, noting the mopey look on her son’s face straight away.

‘I’d ask how your day went but from the look on your face not so good,’ Gladys said. Her movement slowed as she placed some items in the cupboard they belonged in and then turned around to look at him completely. He looked up from where he’d been staring at the faded linoleum flooring at his mother’s kind eyes. He could feel the urge to tell her the truth, she always pulled whatever it was out of him but he couldn’t this time. He didn’t actually know what was wrong.

‘It’s nothing. M’fine,’ he said.

‘Tell that to the pout on your face,’ Gladys said. She folded her arms across her chest making him sigh. He could feel that tug of her motherly gaze yanking the truth out of him.

‘It’s Y/N,’ he sighed.

‘Is she okay?’ Gladys asked, her movements returning once she knew he was going to open up.

‘I don’t know,’ he said, ‘we had a fight.’

‘Ah,’ she said, ‘what about?’

‘That’s the thing, Mama,’ he said, ‘I don’t know.’

‘What do you mean you don’t know?’ Gladys asked sceptically.

‘What don’t Elvis know?’ came a familiar voice as Dodger appeared in the doorway. She winked at him as she passed him, heading to sit at the kitchen table which she dropped into with a sigh of relief as her hand instinctively went to her knee.

‘He and Y/N had a fight and he doesn’t know what it’s about,’ Gladys said, ‘though I don’t know how you can argue and not know what you’re arguing about.’

‘He’s a man, Lovie,’ Dodger chuckled making Elvis roll his eyes.

‘It’s not my fault,’ Elvis said coming to sit in the chair next to her.

‘The fact you can't recall what you’re at odds over don’t bode well for ya in my opinion,’ Dodger said.

‘That’s the thing I can’t pick out one thing we were talking about that got us arguin’,’ Elvis said.

‘Well what were you talking about,’ Gladys said.

‘Not much,’ he shrugged, ‘but she’d had a face on her all day. Nothing I did seemed to be right and it just got under my skin y’know.’

‘So you got annoyed with her for being annoyed with you?’ Dodger asked.

‘Well yeah,’ he said, ‘I mean I hadn’t done anything for her to be mad at. Then she just storms away into my bedroom like I’m just supposed to know what the hell’s wrong with her.’

‘Well I’m sure she’ll come around,’ Gladys said coming to stand beside him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder which made him smile, the first time he had all day.

‘I hope so,’ Elvis said.

‘Maybe she’s just having a bad day,’ Dodger said.

‘Bad week’s more like it,’ he mumbled.

‘What do you mean?’ Gladys asked.

‘Well today she’s mad at me for no reason and yesterday she cried at a damn advert on the TV,’ he said, ‘I can’t keep up.’

Gladys and Dodger shared a look that Elvis didn’t miss though it caused his eyes to narrow as he looked between the women.

‘What?’ he asked cautiously.

‘Nothing,’ Gladys said though Elvis didn’t look convinced. Gladys sighed, ‘it’s just…has Y/N been like this for a couple of days?’

‘I guess,’ he shrugged.

‘And has she said anything else?’ Gladys asked.

‘Well, she said she was tired but we were out late the other night so I just figured it was that,’ Elvis said, ‘why?’

‘It’s just that well…there might be a reason she’s not feeling too great,’ Gladys said slipping down into a seat beside him.

‘What you mean like she’s ill?’ Elvis said.

‘No, no, not ill…’ Gladys said glancing at Dodger who rolled her eyes.

‘What your mother is skirting around is that well, ladies, like Y/N, can often not feel themselves at this…time of the month,’ Dodger said. Elvis was watching her intently trying to digest her words the best that he could. As they sunk in he tried to wrap his head around what she was getting at and the way both of the women were watching him told him it was perfectly evident. Memories of an 8th-grade science class punctuated his thoughts making his eyes go wide.

'Oh, oh, girls’ stuff…right,’ he said uncomfortably. Both women heaved a sigh of relief as he finally got on the same page though his confusion hadn’t gone far, ‘wait why didn’t she just tell me?’

‘Because you men ain’t always right nice about a girl in her…situation,’ Dodger said.

‘Well I can't be nice about something I didn’t know was happening, can I?’ Elvis said feeling a tad like a scolded child.

‘Well now you know,’ Gladys said trying to de-escalate the situation. Elvis nodded thinking about the argument once more. It was easier now he knew it wasn’t something he had done rather something that was neither of their fault but he still didn’t know how to fix it.

‘What do I do? I mean to fix it-’

‘Ya can’t fix it,’ Dodger said making him frown before she followed up with, ‘it’s not broke. Look darlin’ she’s not some devil you gotta tiptoe around and she’s not some fragile thing that’s gonna break over a bit of blood.’

‘I’m lost,’ Elvis said.

‘You just gotta treat her like a human being,’ Gladys said.

‘Acknowledge you both got a little outta hand and admit that you’re sorry,’ Dodger said.

‘See if there’s anything you can do for her,’ Gladys smiled.

‘But don’t coddle her,’ Dodger chimed in.

‘Okay you two are confusing me,’ Elvis said.

‘Just go talk to her, okay?’ Dodger said. Elvis looked between their motherly gazes and then nodded standing up from the table. They watched as he headed out of the door, though they didn’t feel the panic inside him as he neared his own bedroom door. He lingered outside it, unable to hear you moving around which made him worry even more, until he worked up enough courage and tentatively knocked on.

There was a moment of silence and he was almost going to knock again until he heard your voice call out softly. He unlatched the door and stepped inside. You were sitting on the floor, your eyes puffy and red from crying though it appeared to have long since stopped. Elvis felt his heart flip flop. He didn’t come any further inside though still too unsure of what you would say.

‘Hey,’ he murmured nervously as he dropped his gaze to his hand on the door handle.

‘Hi,’ he heard you reply.

‘Can I come in?’ he asked.

‘It’s your room,’ you mumbled and though it didn’t reassure him he decided not to flee and instead closed the door behind him and came to sit beside you. Neither of you spoke for a moment. When the silence was broken it was you who spoke.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said.

‘What for?’ he asked finally looking up to find you watching him.

‘I didn’t mean to get so upset with you…you didn’t deserve me arguing with you like that,’ you said.

‘I mean it takes two to tango,’ Elvis said, ‘I shouldn’t have argued back…I mean I don’t even remember what we were arguing about.’

‘Me either,’ you said with a slight giggle.

‘Well it can't have been that important then,’ he smiled.

‘No you must be right,’ you smiled back. Elvis looked like he was debating what to say first which made your eyes narrow as you said, ‘what?’

‘Nothing…’

‘Elvis,’ you said.

‘It’s just…Mama and Dodger they kinda told me why you’re…I mean why y-y-you might not b-b-be feeling yourself…this week,’ he said tripping over his words as he felt redness rush to his cheeks.

‘Oh, right,’ you said feeling a similar flush come to your own face. You didn’t know why. It wasn’t like you were a novice at this but Elvis was your first proper boyfriend and so far your time of the month hadn’t been much of an issue until this week. This week you had felt unusually horrendous. Your moods were all over the place, you’d had a flare-up of acne and migraines and to top it off you had been gifted a horrendous bout of cramps [the worst you’d had in a while]. Which meant your tolerance for your sweet and loving boyfriend had gone out the window. You’d found yourself being annoyed at him the moment he had picked you up until finally, you had ended up screaming at each other for some unknown reason.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked after a moment. You weren’t. Your back was aching, and you had a migraine growing but the look on his sweet face made you feel better. He looked as though you were on death’s door, the worry burned into his pretty features.

‘I’m fine Elvis,’ you said.

‘B-b-because you can tell me,’ he said, ‘if you’re not.’

‘I’m fine,’ you said, ‘well I’ve got cramps but it’s nothing I’m not used to.’

‘Cramps?’ he asked.

‘Yeah,’ you said.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ he asked.

‘Not really,’ you shrugged, ‘I mean sometimes I have a hot water bottle.’

‘Right,’ Elvis said immediately standing up.

‘E what are you doing?’ you asked.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek, ‘get on the bed and I’ll be with you in a minute.’

You watched as he dashed out of the room like a man on a mission a smirk on your face. You slipped your shoes off and shimmied onto the bed, eagerly awaiting his return. You could hear him knocking about the house for a while until he finally reappeared at the door with several things in hand though he put them behind his back before you could see what he was holding.

‘What are you doing?’ you giggled.

‘I’m helping,’ he said with a beaming smile.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yep,’ he said.

‘And how are you going to do that?’ you mused pushing yourself back towards the headboard until you were sitting up against it.

‘Aspirin,’ he said handing you a little a couple of small white pills which you took from him.

‘No drink?’ you asked though before you could finish your sentence he was offering you a glass of water.

‘Thank you,’ you smirked as you popped the two little tablets into your mouth and swallowed them down.

‘Chocolate,’ he said handing you a little wrapped packet. Ding dongs, your favourite.

‘E,’ you smiled.

‘And finally,’ he said producing a hot water bottle from behind his back. He offered it to you and then gestured for you to lie down as he moved to take his shoes off so he could climb in bed beside you. He came to lie behind you, wrapping his arm around you as you lay in amicable silence for a moment. It was the best you had felt all day. The feeling of him holding you and the warm relief of the hot water bottle at your front was like heaven.

‘Thank you,’ you said after a minute of enjoying the moment.

‘No problem,’ he mumbled quietly, ‘though can I ask you something?’

‘Sure,’ you said puzzled at what he was going through his mind.

‘Next month will you just tell me…if you’re not doing so good,’ he mumbled, ‘cause I didn’t know.’

‘Well it’s not always like this,’ you said.

‘I know…but if it is…you can tell me. You know that right?’ Elvis said.

‘I know,’ you said with a smile.

‘And I hate fightin’ with you,’ he mumbled.

‘Well that’s something both of us can agree on,’ you said.

‘And..’ he said kissing the piece of exposed skin on your shoulder.

‘And?’ you asked, able to feel his smirk against your skin.

‘This ain’t half bad either.’

#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley fic #elvis fic #helping #requested #requested fic

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christinescupofcoffee · 3 months ago

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otps:

Alex and Christine. A girl in a green coat and a long ponytail providing an escape for her bespectacled teacher. My otp for life, like you will have to use a crowbar to pry them from my cold, dead hands and even then you won’t succeed.

Alex and Sam. Artist/fashion designer and guitarist. The one that started it all and the one that gives off more of a “kiss my ass” vibe than Alex and Christine.

Alex and Eric. A very unexpected one but one that’s based out of food and a love of cooking and baking. Another one you’ll have to pry from my cold, dead hands.

Alex and Chuck (Schuldiner). Based off a headcanon I came up with about two summers ago where I thought they could be soulmates given their similarities in appearance (curly hair, cute crooked smiles, steely blue eyes, beautiful bodies; also helps they’re both Jew boys).

Alex and Falk Maria. I’m getting the weirdest “Irishman and Jew” vibe from this (Falk Maria/Christian is German, though, hence why I say it’s weird). But with the sheer amount of kinkery I’ve bestowed upon Alex, and one brief glimpse at the Powerwolf tag, it should make sense that I am drawn to these two.

Kurt and Krist. This has been rolling around in my head since 2012, but I never had the courage to fully explore it. There’s just something about the whole best friend dynamic about them, and the fact Kurt’s gone makes it all the more poignant in my eyes.

James and Richard. Same story here, but further back than that, though. Mates for life, and now one of their own is perhaps living on borrowed time. I think i started thinking of them in 2006 (when I was made aware that my body could produce a rush of feeling)? Thing is I’ve always been ashamed of my feelings that I probably would have been burned at the stake if I even thought of exploring them.

Joey and Lars, believe it or not. They’re more of a platonic pairing, more of a “buddy movie”/Men in Black dynamic, but they’re quite literally why I had so much fun writing now it’s dark.

Andy and Tina (from Quarter After Twelve). This will be elaborated on as the story progresses but Tina and John do cross paths with Andy at some point and feelings do ensue.

ot3s:

Jeremy, Spanakopita, and Zero (from Quarter After Twelve). All I’m going to say about this is hehehe.

Jed, Octavius, and Ahkmenrah. A new one that came about last night at around 6-ish. I’m swamped so I’ll have to finish some wips before I can do anything for these three, but I have written some things down this morning and I’ll have to let it ferment.

#text #my otps #ot3 #alex skolnick #eric peterson #chuck schuldiner #falk maria schlegel #oc tag #kurt cobain #krist novoselic #joey belladonna #lars ulrich #james may #richard hammond #jedtavius #ahkmenrah #fanfic #original fiction

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soraviie · 2 years ago

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This one too... please 🙊💜

strap ya selves I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a very looooong time so you've unleashed a flood (edit: or a creek more like)

It was as if no time had passed at all. The way your parents dutifully doted on the boy, well, a man now, brought you uncannily back to eight years ago when he became the center of your home.

Yeah...yeah. You had been jealous. Imagine waking up one day to a strange boy wandering the halls of your home and then having to listen day after day -

"Make Seokjin feel welcome!"

"He's so alone, invite him along with you!"

"Don't abandon him, ______________. Imagine how you would feel like in his place!"

What about me, you had thought angrily, glaring at Seokjin at the other side of the kitchen corner. He'd met your gaze and flinched, trying to appear as small as possible underneath your explosive wrath. Does anyone care about what I feel?

But watching from the sidelines as he awkwardly pats your mother back, returning her heartwarming hug, you don't feel jealous. Well, just a bit, though entirely for different reasons.

You don't think you could ever hug him like that. Certainly not after all these years during which the frail bridge of latent friendship had undoubtedly rusted away.

It goes exactly as planned. Jin brings certain souvenirs and foods from Korea, even gifting a thank you card from his own parents, expressing gratitude about having such a nurturing host family. Your parents go nuclear, squealing and fussing. For two weeks now they both put their backs and hearts into making the celebratory dinner. The appetizing smell was wafting throughout the whole house and surely could be sensed down the street. They rush into kitchen to prepare which leaves you and Jin standing quietly in the entry hall.

"Hello," he greets you stiffly. "How have you been?"

You think back on the heartbreaks and laughter, desperation and joy, and boredom, years of growing up that seem to slip by ever faster each moment.

"Fine," you shrug. "You?"

He thinks for a second, plush lips growing thin.

"Okay. Bored. Was missing...this place."

You hum, taken aback a bit. You truly had not ventured that he liked to stay here at all; certainly you had not made it the easiest in the beginning. Recalling all the moments you locked him out of the bathroom or staunchly ignored him, made you cringe. Despite your numerous apologies and his assurances that it was okay, the guilt still gnawed at the ends of your soul.

"How is...Katie?" he asks gently and you laugh.

"You know I haven't spoken her since we threw her shit into the river."

He joins your smile, though quite more bashful, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Well, I left...so I think, I mean, thought, you'd...you know."

"What? Get back together with those skanks? Nah, never."

For all your faults, that at least was something you felt good about. Namely, crunching Katie McMillan's nose and tossing her school bag into the dirty river on the lower parts of the town. Once you found out it was actually her, your supposed good friend, who bullied Jin into depression, the choice between your friend group and Seokjin was easy. In, fact you wouldn't call it a choice at all. Afterwards, you could honestly say that you'd enjoy Seokjin's company. Being outcasts at school who lived together meant that in those nine months you were practically attached to the hip and, yes, perhaps you began to harbor some semblance of a pathetic crush towards him but the guilt and the shame never let up and to this day, you found it difficult to look at him.

Hence why the lack of hugging.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't say it," Jin interrupts. "Stop apologizing. It's fine."

You purse your lips but ultimately shut up.

You sit mutely by the table as your parents hound Jin for answers. From the way his flight was to who cut his hair - they want to know all and so do you, despite not voicing it. You sit and listen, eagerly catching the dealings of his life. He works at a private clinic, the same as his father had. He lives in Seoul and has seven close friends. He's an uncle now, he shows a picture of the little rascal and he's single. That last part he can barely stutter without his ears becoming beet root red meanwhile your mother tosses one of her annoying, pointed glances. All in all, he's leading a good life and you're glad.

Leaning back into the damp garden chair whilst the neighborhood sleeps, you're unwittingly forced to examine your life. Is it going good? You don't know. But how could you if you do not know where it should go or even where you want it to go?

A beer bottle floats in the line of your vision and raising your eyes, you find Jin standing on the patio, tightening a jacket around his broad shoulders. How could they possibly have gotten any wider?

"Stealing from Dad's stash again?" you inquire light-heartedly, accepting his quasi gift. One upon a time you got into quite the trouble for emptying the secret alcohol cupbord.

"For the sake of old times," he laughs, joining to sit by you.

"This is for you," he adds after a pregnant moment of silence, fishing from the depths of his jacket a small box. Your eyes widen at the sight of it and after wiping your hands into the pants, partially fearing you could destroy the gift with your oily grippers, you take it out of his hands. The bracelet is thin but shining, even in the muted light of the darkened back-garden where the only light was provided by the yellow street lamp hanging above the hedge. You're fairly sure it was made of diamonds. There is a sense of luxury about it that you've not seen in real life.

"I-I cannot accept this," you gasp, trying to push it back. "Why would you even-?!"

"Because I wanted to," he sternly cuts down your belligerent expression of humility, forcing you to keep onto the gift and struggle with decisions of how to best word the bottomless gratitude you felt.

"I see you're still a coconut head," you mumble, immediately regretting ever opening your mouth. Jin rolls his eyes, suppressing the smile tugging at his lips.

"You can never just say "thank you", can you?" he chuckles dryly, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I'm horrible."

"No, you're not," he argues softly. "I did loathe your ass in the beginning but...it was a difficult situation."

"Thanks, dude," you snort, twirling the box in your hands thus failing to spot the way his eyes worriedly linger on your form.

"But we got closer together and I...I began liking you."

You don't move and Jin can feel the shirt stick to his back - he's sweating that much.

"Like a girl."

You blink repeatedly, staring intently somewhere in the grass. The lack of reply goes on for so long, Jin has the time to drain his beer bottle to gather the courage that by now has been all but depleted.

"Like a...girl?" you echo, turning to slowly face him. "Like as in...like like?"

"Yeah."

You swallow. That pathetic crush of yours is rearing its head with the conviction of a tornado.

"When I said I miss this place," he drawls off shyly, ears turning undoubtedly red. "What I actually meant is that I really, really missed you."

You listen to the soft sway of the wind, thoughts empty, mind empty.

"Thank you."

Jin drops onto his back, laughing.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

#jin x you #jin x reader #jin x y/n #jin angst #jin fluff #jin drabble #jin imagine #jin scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #bts drabble #file/picture series/jin #bts scenarios #bts imagines

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hydrxnessa · 2 years ago

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second batch of the senVerse doors entities' designs :] !!

and some more 'headcanons' bout them:

keen eye! yes, dupe does share some similarities with the rooms' A-120! perhaps the two are related in some way?

dupe is probably the opposite of hide: one has a quick reaction time to bite, while the other needs some processing time to react

dupe is quite hyperactive. hide .. is very sleepy. it simply wants to nap in its own little area (hence why it takes the closets)

hide isn't too fond of figure - they view figure to be fairly loud (or thinks the sounds it makes are irritable), so it strays far from the library

hide's closets are like its own personal pocket dimension, that only it can enter. its how it somehow appears to be in every closet in the entire hotel at the same time.

jack respects hide's need to be alone, so whenever hide is seen napping in a closet, it stays in the hallway

if hide is out and about (which is quite rare), jack likes to vibe in the closets to scare the living daylights out of whoever's unfortunate enough to open one. or it just sleeps in it

jack has a particular interest in fashion

ambush is the hotel's emotional support pet :] !! being the fastest entity, a quick whistle will send the big guy over to your destination with its tail wagging (maybe with a few trips and falls here and there)

ambush has difficulty in speaking. it can't eat either. .. try not to mention food around the fella

gets scolded by guiding light for breaking the lights every time it rushes through. it forgets immediately straight after

rush is hella chaotic. worse than ambush constantly breaking the lights and the doors. it's like those cats that slowly push a glass cup off the edge with no remorse, or just screech loudly for no apparent reason.

ambush is the only entity that can probably 'calm' rush down - by slamming down its front doublejointed limbs onto rush's head (in a playful way ofc)

the two like to roughhouse should they meet in their (separate) frenzies. when that happens .. eughh say goodbye to your fragile valuables

rush's outer coat is actually smoke - your hand will probably pass through it if you somehow manage to miss its skeletal structure. it can control the 'firmness' of the smoke, however, so it can receive headpats when it wants :]

!! please do not repost or use without permission !!

#art #digital art #fanart #roblox fanart #roblox doors #doors roblox #doors fanart #doors ambush #doors rush #doors dupe #doors hide #doors jack #doors senVerse #hydrx doodles

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tamelee · 2 years ago

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Hi 💕

I recently read a post where they said that Kishi intentionally constantly extols Sasuke's appearance, breaking patterns and so on. That's not the point. The same post says that Naruto is disgusting and not handsome at all, that was the reason why I deleted this post out of sight, well, that is, have you seen Naruto? He's the most beautiful man on earth, that's just my opinion, but that's the point that beauty is a relative thing, right? I do not dispute that Sasuke is handsome, but for me personally Naruto is more attractive both externally and internally, and this author declares with such firm confidence that Sasuke is the most beautiful of all, and Naruto is disgusting, it just knocked me out of the rut.

It would be interesting to know your opinion, do you think Naruto is handsome in appearance? Thank you in advance for the answer.

I hope you are doing well 💕

Hi Nonee 💕

Naruto being “disgusting” or measuring his visual appearance and then deciding if he is attractive or not are entirely different things. The latter, sure, is subjective. It is true that in the Manga, Sasuke is seen as beautiful and handsome, those words are used by other characters, his fangirls, I think Temari takes note of it- even Orochimaru, hence it being one of the reasons the creep wants his body.

Everyone seems to agree except Naruto who is annoyed by it and therefore in denial :’).. why? Well also because Kishimoto made it a point to make Naruto voice it out to Sakura of all characters after constantly comparing him to the “sort of but not really” Sasuke look-a-like Sai. Pfft. Naruto and certainly until 12/13y, unlike Sasuke, is supposed to be messy. His room isn’t necessarily clean let’s just say, his food not of great quality or spoiled and his manners- or what some deem to be “normal” anyway, aren’t always usual. He can be loud and ‘in your face’, and uses a sorta “notice me”-type of speaking that can drive people away. And let’s be honest, I did not see him wash his hands after that diarrhea-fest in Chaper 3… hehe. But that’s normal in these circumstances right? He grew up without proper guidance or caretakers, left alone to take care of himself and quite honestly??! He did amazing imo. When Sakura grumbles about Kakashi being late and she had to rush and so didn’t have time to blowdry her hair that morning, Naruto agrees with the criticism against Kakashi and says he also had to rush, therefore didn’t have time to brush his teeth or wash his face (I think it was that). Sakura scolds him about being gross and Naruto sorta ruffles his unruly mop of hair because he knows. It’s not like he lacks the knowledge at that age or doesn’t care which tbh, says a lot about Naruto then. We see him wear pj’s at night and eat at a table. He puts away his headgear on a cabinet for easy access and it’s not on the floor somewhere. The guy has priorities, always had. When Naruto said he had to pee, even before he does anything, Sakura bitches again telling him to not do it in front of her, a lady, but thinks to herself it would be okay if it was Sasuke because her “inner Sakura”-face said very well what she meant there -_-“ implying that Naruto is the one who is disgusting and not her for desiring to see Sasuke’s… tools. I’m currently re-reading the Manga for my own research and I can’t really think of a moment that truly says “Naruto is disgusting”, he is messy, yes, but I think that is genuinely a part of him that can be appealing and makes logical sense considering his childhood. Just as it makes more than sense that there are spiderwebs and all forming in Sasuke’s home after the death of his family. Entirely different reasons, but it makes sense, yes?

But then also, what do you think training does to these kids? Or anyone for that matter. Running around in nature all day, picking up and throwing Ninja tools which whomever touched before you, left and right, coming into contact with enemies perhaps in close physical contact, blood, sweat- not one of them stays clean. Neither does Sasuke whom also willingly joins a throwing up contest with Naruto during the LoW-arc. At the end of the day, they’re all ‘disgusting’ if you really think about it. And I say that lovingly.

Now Naruto is genuinely the cutest as a kid. Don’t trust anyone who says otherwise. Especially when he makes the -.- face, he’s so confused sometimes omg 🥹 and later as a teenager, I do think Naruto is handsome. Absolutely. Kishimoto was so extra during those waterfall training sessions too lol. Doing the most. The eyeliner, sage-mode visuals… my gosh!! Kyuubi Chakra ears with ripped chain mail clothes and blood and dirt smeared all over him mwhahahaha, remember that panel of him holding his arm? Naruto is fine as hell too. Isn’t that how Karin stans over Sasuke as he loses clothes during battle all the time as well? Even voicing it out as if it wasn’t clear enough…

Hope you’re doing well ^^ have a nice day 🌷💕

#asktamelee #naruto talk

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maria021015 · 5 months ago

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“She’s waking up,” Scott noted as he walked into the back room of the animal clinic, listening to the sound of Zaida’s heartbeat slowly but steadily rising into a state of what would soon be consciousness. “Why is she waking up?”

He looked around the room with furrowed brows, searching for an answer in the faces of Deaton, Isaac, and Lydia. Zaida hadn’t yet woken up since passing out the night before, thanks to a high dosage of Ketamine. The plan had been to keep the Naiad heavily sedated until they could convince Stiles to help them pull her out from under the Nogitsune’s influence. Unfortunately for them, Scott had just returned from Eichen House where he’d failed to deter his best friend from admitting himself.

“From the confession we received, we now know the Nogitsune is possessing Stiles. We can gather that Zaida is being accessed and controlled via her telempathic connection with him, which is only strengthened by their emotional bond.” Deaton began his explanation in a soft and even tone.

“Doesn’t that mean we definitely shouldn’t be waking her up?” Scott’s senses heightened in alarm, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

“It would, if it weren’t for the fact that she passed out at the exact same time Stiles did,” Lydia interjected with hopefully green eyes.

“The lichen shot you saw me administer is a poison to the fox and temporarily stops the Nogitsune from accessing Stiles.” The veterinarian chimed in and Isaac crossed his arms over his chest as he followed along, appearing equally as lost as Scott.

“If the lichen cut off the Nogitsune’s access to Stiles, it should have cut off access to Zaida too.” Lydia nodded in confirmation, elaborating on the significance of Deaton’s addition to the conversation. “Hence, her passing out.”

“How can we be sure?” Scott couldn’t shake his feeling of unease. “What if we’re wrong, and she wakes up and the Nogitsune is still in control?”

“We have no way of knowing,” Deaton admitted transparently, never one to sugar-coat anything.

“Not unless we try,” Lydia added in a breathy voice, her chest contracting at the sight of the brunette girl chained to the tabletop before them. She desperately wanted for Zaida to open her eyes and for it to be her best friend looking back at her.

“Well, get ready because I think we’re about to find out,” Isaac sucked in a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he recognised the signs of the Naiad regaining consciousness.

Surely enough, Zaida’s eyelids twitched before they opened, revealing a disoriented hazel gaze that struggled to focus before landing on the figure standing closest to her. As the fog cleared a deeply pained ache of realisation replaced it, glazed over by a glistening sheen of tears.

“Oh my God, Lydia?” A choked sound halfway between a sob and a gasp escaped Zaida’s lips. “What…? What have I done? I-I…Oh my God, Coach, a-and the bomb , and…Katashi. Oh my God, I killed him. Him and his guards…Lydia, I…I killed people!”

As she blinked, heavy tears dropped from her inky lashes, rolling over her cheeks and dripping onto the metal table below. Her chest shook with uneven and shallow breaths between soft cries.

“Zay, shh, it wasn’t your fault,” Lydia hushed the brunette soothingly, relief filling her body as she rushed forward to grip Zaida’s hand tightly. “It wasn’t you.”

“W-why am I tied up?” Zaida’s lips quivered as she glanced at the thick metal chains circling around her upper body and knees, preventing her from moving anything but her head more than a few inches.

“It’s alright, we’ll get you out,” Isaac promised and stepped forward, reaching for the lock holding the chains together.

“Wait!” Scott cried out, holding out his arm to stop the other werewolf. His eyes narrowed at the girl analytically. Something was off, and whilst he couldn’t quite place exactly what, his senses screamed at him not to trust her.

“What? Why?” Lydia whipped her head around to face the boy, her ponytail flying over her shoulder.

“Because…” Scott shook his head slowly, closing his hand around Lydia’s arm and pulling her several paces away from the girl. “That’s not Zaida.”

The Naiad’s chest immediately stilled, her gaze going dark and hard as the tears stopped flowing. She cocked her head at them as the corner of her mouth tugged upwards in amusement. “I’m almost disappointed - you’re far too easy to fool. It takes the fun out of it a bit.” Zaida chuckled. “But you’re wrong, Scotty boy. I am Zaida, just not the same version you know. I’m the new and improved model. The one who isn’t weighed down by all those exhausting emotions.”

“What do you mean?” Isaac asked cautiously, his throat going dry at the conflicting sight.

The figure before them wore the face of the girl they were all so close to, but it was now very clearly not her. It was as if he was looking at a mask with no indication that it wasn’t real but for the eyes behind it. Those weren’t Zaida’s eyes. They were the same shade of hazel, for sure, but whilst Zaida’s eyes were intelligent with a glint of mirth and a spark of fire, they were always softened by compassion. These eyes were cold and dead - it was like looking at a corpse wearing Zaida’s skin.

“The Nogitsune must be feeding off her emotions, essentially leaving her an empty vessel to be filled with whatever he projects into her. Whether that be rage, hunger, ill-intent, compliance…” Deaton deduced, the cogs in his brain whirring. “She’s still being controlled, just in a more round-about way.”

“You should try it sometime - it’s much more freeing this way.” Zaida winked at them, feeling nothing but blissful numbness once more. She wasn’t worried that she was completely at their mercy. She wasn’t irritated that she was chained up. She wasn’t anything . She just simply did not care.

“You say you remember murdering Katashi and his two guards?” The veterinarian mused aloud, leisurely moving around the structure she was chained to over to a pile of files lying neatly on a different table. Flipping through the statements, he pulled out the photographs of the corpses lying crumpled in pools of blood. “You remember doing this?”

Turning back to Zaida, Deaton held the images up for her to see, pausing on each one before moving to the next. “She did that?” Scott gaped at the gore as Isaac winced and Lydia squeezed her eyes shut, looking in the opposite direction as bile rose in her throat.

“I did, and I remember every second of it,” Zaida grinned widely at their reactions, launching into a detailed description to push them further into disgust. “I remember bleeding both of those guards dry. I remember snapping each finger of Katashi’s right hand before draining him too. I remember how good it felt.”

“And you’re aware of the bomb that was set off at the Sheriff’s station, but are you aware of the aftermath?” Deaton continued, setting aside that bundle of photos in favour of another.

Zaida looked bored as he shifted from image to image. Various people she vaguely recognised from the station were littered with wounds from debris, but her heart remained entirely steady until they reached the last. It was Xander with a large, fractured beam of wood protruding from his torso. Something tugged uncomfortably at her gut before it too was swallowed down, replaced by a spark of frustration.

“I don’t think you’re grasping the concept. I. Don’t. Care.” She snapped, and the look on Deaton’s face told her that he knew he’d gotten to her. Her irritation quickly snowballed into burning anger. She’d prove to him just how little she actually cared.

With the narrowing of her eyes, she reached out to the energy thrumming through Deaton’s veins, pushing until he was sent flying across the room. The doctor hit the red-brick wall with a loud smack , and fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. Scott was the first to react, growling loudly as his claws emerged from his fingertips, but Zaida turned her focus onto him. The muscles in his body stiffened, struggling to obey him against an immense force that held him firmly in place. He grunted from the effort, surprise evident in his wide brown eyes. As a smug smirk spread across Zaida’s face, Isaac growled protectively, and she sensed him moving towards her without even having to glance in his direction. Straining against the limits of her power, she grasped onto him as well, stopping him mid-lunge. She could feel her control start to slip, and Scott managed to take another step closer. Lydia watched on in horror, her body frozen in shock as Zaida’s face twisted from the effort of her abilities. Forcing herself to shake it off, the redhead racked her brain for a solution, eyes scanning the shelves for anything that might help.

“Lydia!” Isaac screamed out, begging for her to do something. Risking a glance in the wolf’s direction, she saw blood begin to leak from his nose.

Urgency jolted within her at the memory of the quick glance she’d taken at the photographs of Katashi’s men. She knew what would come next if she didn’t move fast enough. As soon as her gaze settled upon a syringe beside small glass bottles behind Deaton’s files, she launched herself into action. Her fingers fumbled over emptied containers until she found one that still had liquid inside. Her shaking hands struggled to insert the tip of the syringe into the top, but once she’d managed to clear the sealing cap, she drew out as much of the drug as she could. Dropping the empty bottle with a clatter, Lydia whirled and crossed the room in hasty paces, jabbing the needle into the bulging vein on the side of Zaida’s neck. She released the Ketamine quickly as Zaida thrashed against her chains in a struggle to break away. However, the substance worked fast.

The Naiad’s movements settled to an occasional twitch before her eyes rolled back and her consciousness slipped away, breaking her hold on both of the werewolves. Isaac and Scott sagged tiredly, falling forward onto their knees as they wiped warm crimson from their faces. Their bodies ached and burned as their abilities worked to heal any internal damage that was done.

“What the hell was that?” Isaac exclaimed through ragged breaths. They’d never before seen Zaida do anything even remotely like what she had just done.

“Blood is fifty-one percent water. The human body is made up of fifty-seven percent water on average, give or take two-point-five percent depending on gender and fat tissue.” Lydia explained her thoughts in a mumble as she grasped at answers, trying to stabilise her racing heart and stifle her panic.

“So you’re saying she can blood-bend now?” Isaac gaped in disbelief. “Well, that just makes this whole thing infinitely worse.”

“Here, let me help you,” Scott offered, supporting Deaton by his arm as the man pushed himself into a sitting position from where he’d collapsed on the floor of the clinic. The veterinarian’s temple was bloodied from where he’d hit his head against the brick wall, and Lydia pressed a cold and wet towel to the wound.

“What happened?” He asked in a groggy voice, allowing Scott and Isaac to help lift him to his feet, propping him up against a bench.

“Zaida attacked us. Lydia managed to knock her out again before she could do much harm, though. She’s still unconscious,” Scott explained.

“Well, we were certainly wrong about the lichen poisoning cutting her off from the Nogitsune,” Isaac commented snarkily.

“Why can’t we just poison Zaida with lichen too?” Scott reasoned, his brows drawing together. “If it worked for Stiles, it would work for her, right?”

“See, I would do that…if I could,” Deaton answered, stabilising himself by gripping onto the metal tabletop that dug into his lower back. “I only had enough lichen for one shot, and it’s not easy to get more.”

“So…what else can we do? There’s gotta be some other way to bring her out of it,” Isaac shook his head, not yet wanting to resign himself to the fact that Zaida might be lost to them for good.

“There was a moment when you were showing her the pictures of what she’d done,” Lydia spoke up recalling the Naiad’s crack in composure. “When she saw Xander something shifted.”

“I think you’re right,” Deaton nodded in agreement with the redhead. “It appears that since the Nogitusne is manipulating Zaida by consuming her emotions, forcing her to feel again might just break through to her. She’s essentially opened a door in her mind, but she’s not choosing to close it because she doesn’t care enough to want to.”

“So if we can make her feel strongly enough, we can convince her to shut the Nogitsune out - to close that door?” Scott clarified, determination setting in his jaw stubbornly.

“How do we do that? If showing her a picture of her nearly-dead brother barely gets through to her, then what will?” Isaac pointed out the flaw in their plan.

“We need Stiles,” Lydia stated decisively. The boy was Zaida’s anchor - if any of them had a chance of getting through to her, he did.

“We don’t have Stiles right now,” Scott shook his head. “He’s convinced that he needs to lock himself away to prevent people from getting hurt.”

“He’s kinda right,” Isaac tilted his head. He knew none of them wanted to admit it, but having Stiles locked up was likely what was safest for all of them.

“Never mind that, right now we can’t even risk waking her up again,” Lydia interjected with a worried glint behind her green eyes. She felt utterly conflicted - on one hand she desperately wanted her best friend back. On the other hand… “Her powers are too strong and too dangerous, and she’s too unpredictable right now.”

“We also can’t keep sedating her either,” Isaac argued with an arched brow, ruling out what appeared to be the only other alternative.

“That’s also a fair point. Believe it or not, my Ketamine supply is not limitless,” The veterinarian’s mouth lifted into a faint, halfhearted grin.

“We can’t keep her awake, we can’t keep her asleep…” Scott began tapping his fingers over the metal bench as his eyes fell on the unconscious girl, still chained down a few feet away. “So what can we do?”

“There is one thing we haven’t yet considered, but you’re not going to like it.” Deaton’s lips pursed in apprehension. He didn’t even particularly like the option himself, but they were at a crossroads otherwise.

“What is it?” Lydia prompted the man, cocking her hip to the side as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“It seems our only solution is to follow in Stiles’ footsteps.” He answered calmly.

“What? Lock her up in Eichen? The insane asylum?” Issac gawked at him in disbelief, open-jawed.

“It would only be temporary - just until I could find another alternative.” Deaton justified his suggestion. “Eichen House is not only for disturbed criminals and problemed individuals. The institution has its own wing specifically designed to hold the supernatural, with cells lined with-”

“Mountain Ash,” Scott finished the doctor’s sentence grimly.

“That’s right,” Deaton’s chin dipped in a slight nod. “It would keep anyone outside of her cell safe from her powers - physical or telempathic.”

“I don’t like this,” Isaac shook his head, beginning to pace back and forth, chewing slightly on his nails.

“Neither do I, but it might be our best option,” Lydia admitted begrudgingly, and both teens looked to Scott to make the final decision.

“...Okay, we’ll do it. But only until we can find another way. Okay?” Scott finally made the call, addressing Deaton with a stern gaze.

“The Argents might have something in the Bestiary that could help?” Lydia offered, and the mention of the family had Deaton’s eyes sharpening with realisation.

“Actually, there was a lead I was chasing with Chris’ help,” The veterinarian revealed.

“Then why are we waiting around? Let’s get him on the phone,” Isaac straightened, a spark of hope renewing in all of them.

“Did you have any trouble with Ikeda?” Chris answered Deaton’s call by immediately launching into a discussion. He wasn't about to waste any time with unnecessary chit-chat when his call was likely being timed. It was only thanks to Stilinski's influence that he was able to accept the call at all - and that Allison was able to be with him.

“Only minor. The white wolf was exactly where you said it would be.” Deaton responded calmly, holding his phone out as Scott, Isaac, and Lydia crowded around to listen. “But we have three problems, now. First, the lichen is not a cure - it'll wear off in a matter of days.”

“But, while it does work, the Oni won't go after Zaida or Stiles, right?” Chris questioned, his voice crackling slightly through the speaker.

“I hope…” The veterinarian muttered. “Eichen House has an unusual history. It might not be all that safe for the Oni there, as well.”

“What's the second problem?” Chris prompted the man to continue.

“I checked with your contacts in Japan. The Yakuza boss you saw killed by the Oni never found the scroll.” Deaton explained, drawing frowns of confusion from the group.

“What scroll?” Scott questioned, glancing at his boss for answers.

“A Shugendo scroll.” He elaborated upon the topic. “The Shugendo were the ascetic mystics of Japan.”

“The scroll had information on how to exorcise a Nogitsune,” Chris added from the other end of the line.

“So, we need to find that scroll?” Scott read between the lines.

“And we need to find it fast,” Lydia chimed in, reminding them all of the urgency considering what was at stake.

“Exactly,” Deaton confirmed. “And, I did get the name of the man who last purchased it - Kincaid.”

“He was with Katashi.” Allison’s slightly surprised voice rose from the phone speaker. “He's the guy who met with Isaac to buy the gun.”

“Yeah, that’s right. He was the other werewolf,” Isaac recalled the beast of a man who had sported claws proudly through the entire interaction.

“Sounds like Katashi wanted the scroll for himself.” Deaton mused with a hum.

“Do you think that’s why Zaida was sent to kill him? On top of wanting to set Derek and Chris up, the Nogitsune wanted to eliminate the possible threat?” Lydia suggested a possible motive.

“That’s entirely possible.” Chris agreed. “But Stilinski already told me nothing like the Shugendo scroll was found among Katashi’s things...And a paranoid like Katashi would keep it close. Probably on him at all times.”

“What does a Shugendo scroll look like?” Allison asked from the other side of the call.

“It would be a rolled length of paper, like an old map in a bottle.” Deaton described the item as best as he could.

“Do they come in different sizes?” The huntress followed up with another question.

“Any size,” Deaton confirmed, tilting his head in curiosity as he wondered where she was going with her line of thought.

“Then I think I know where it might be…” She revealed, and they all straightened up to listen attentively. “Scott, where would your dad keep evidence? Would it be at the Sheriff’s office?”

“Probably,” The werewolf’s brows creased in slight confusion at the relevance of such a thing. “Why?”

“When Agent McCall showed up with a warrant at the apartment, he had Katashi’s prosthetic in an evidence bag,” Chris spoke up with a tone of realisation in his voice.

“The scroll’s in Katashi’s silver finger.” Lydia let out a long sigh and the sound was brimming with stress.

“How’re we gonna get that?” Isaac wondered. Breaking into the Sheriff’s station to steal evidence on a normal day was one thing, but attempting to steal evidence in an ongoing investigation when everything was being relocated due to the bomb was an entirely different scenario.

“Leave that to us,” Allison offered to take care of it, clearly already scheming and forming a plan in her mind.

“Then that brings us to the third problem,” Deaton circled right back around to Zaida. “I only had enough lichen to poison Stiles, who is the true host of the Nogitsune. Zaida is still being controlled through her telempathic abilities.”

“So when Stiles showed up yesterday…” Chris trailed off.

“It wasn’t Stiles,” Scott confirmed in a low tone, still bitter at being fooled for so long.

“If Zaida’s being controlled through her Naiad abilities…cutting her off from her powers would cut off the Nogitune’s access as well, right?” The hunter theorised.

“That could work, yes,” The doctor agreed. “Do you know a way to do that?”

“I’ve heard of something that might, but I’m not sure of how much truth is in the tale,” Chris mumbled, knowing Gerard wasn’t exactly the most reliable narrator.

“What is it?” Lydia prompted him to reveal his knowledge on the subject, her fists clenching in eager nervousness.

“It’s called Ferula Communis,” The hunter answered, and at hearing the name, Deaton’s eyes shot straight to the jar of yellow buds sitting on the opposite shelf.

Lydia translated the Latin name to common English for them all. “Giant Fennel?”

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski #stiles #teenwolf fanfiction #female oc #female original character #teenwolf #lydia martin #allison argent #isaac lahey #scott mcall #alan deaton #chris argent

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Best Time to Visit Dubai Global Village: Tips for Tourists

Dubai Global Village is one of the most beautiful attractions that offers cultural shows, entertainment and shopping. Being one of the most popular and colourful entertainment centers in Dubai, it presents the samples of different countries’ architecture, presenting the exquisite meals, hand-made souvenirs and stunning performances. For tourists who would wish to witness this great event, it is very important to plan early. Understanding the ticket prices of Dubai Global Village and the entry charges of Global Village Dubai will help you in planning your budget and enjoy all the fun activities without much spending.

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Plan you’re Entry: When planning to go, it is advised to compare the Dubai Global Village tickets to be certain of the best bargain. The entry fee of the global village Dubai entrance is also quite reasonable, and therefore it is easy to have a taste of this corporate event.

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Explore the Pavilions: Every single pavilion is about various countries and cultures, and they could only sell or provide certain items and services. Do not rush to go and taste different cuisines from other countries.

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Conclusion:

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punkscowardschampions · 10 months ago

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Lush pt.2

Dash: they’re still on you 🩰 from before, I can’t quit playing your vid

Lux: I should be embarrassed but I can’t be, it only makes me want you to see me more

Dash: I’ve gotta while there’s ☀️ light left to 👀 you by

Lux: There’ll be the 🔥 then the 🌟s

Dash: meet me in the orchard for a sec, we can choose our tree

Lux: Now?

Dash: just for 5

Lux: You’ve already upped how long but

Dash: but yeah? you wanna?

Lux: Yes

Dash: I’m off my knees & omw

Lux: Hopefully I know where you mean

Dash: [give her some directions]

Lux: I thought so

Dash: I don’t wanna lose you

Lux: [turn up at these trees after manoeuvring through this messy jungle of a garden, careful or you’ll need a tetanus hun]

Dash: [speaking of, catch this boy casually eating an apple off a pocket knife as he leans against a tree waiting, only to literally cut himself when she appears because he’s so down bad that he’s immediately LOOKING at her instead of what he’s doing, dropping this half eaten fruit because it’s got his blood on it and putting his finger in his mouth, what a greeting]

Lux: [walking over to him with the caution of being OVERWHELMED by how he looks, and actually allowing yourself to look at him, if not make full and consistent eye contact, this giving way to rushing over and cradling his hand, those eldest instincts kicking in, trying to see if this cut is superficial and chill or something to concern ourselves fully with, as I doubt you’re bleeding to death, shaking your head with a small smile ‘no hooks’ like what did I tell you about juggling knives, boy, taking the step back and moving from the contact that circumstances forced into happening that quickly]

Dash: [when you were trying to look so cool and you fumbled it haha, we can all hear his heart BEATING at this hand cradling moment because it’s the first contact she’s initiated, circumstantial or not, hence smiling a bit too big at her joke purely because he’s !! before clearing his throat when she steps back and looking up at the tree he was leaning against because that’s the excuse of why they’re here, then looking at her like okay how about this one? even though we all know he blatantly has a fave that he’d choose and is waiting to see if she will that isn’t this tree]

Lux: [looking up into the canopy too, swallowing back any response to his reaction there because you cannot, walking from trunk to trunk, not entirely sure what you’re meant to be searching for in a tree because you can’t even imagine it, dropping your eyes back down to meet his quizzically for a moment ‘do you tie yourselves in?’]

Dash: [have a lil wander through these trees, him either walking close enough to her that once again their arms brush if there’s space to be side by side or so close behind her that it would be laughable if that was the mood instead of this tension, casually reaching out to touch a random set of initials that someone has carved into one of these trees at some point because he’s thinking he has a knife and he literally could do theirs but he’s not trying to freak her out by being extra af ‘people do, I don’t’ in such a what will be, will be tone, as if, if you’re destined to fall out of a tree then so be it, again feel my Junie eye roll, sir your mother is paralysed don’t be a reckless fool]

Lux: [looking around y’all at floor level, a sigh of relief at there not being all the people around that there was in the living room when you were watching your film, tracing these initials with your finger, following behind his like you were just walking moments ago; raising a brow at this statement because you think that’s ridiculous and will not be chancing a paralysing fall from a height but you don’t need to come for him about it that hard]

Dash: [not noticing her eyebrow raise because he’s too busy being a silly lil monkey boy and climbing up one of these trees, despite it still not being his ideal one, staying on a pretty low branch and reaching a hand down to help her up because it isn’t his ideal tree so we don’t need to climb to the top but he’s just doing the vibe of when you’re looking around a house and you’re not at all interested but you still are nosy anyway]

Lux: [hoping he doesn’t notice you wiping your hands on your skirt because you’re scared they’ll be clammy when he reaches for them but you do let him help you because it’s practical but you also want the excuse to briefly hold hands, sit down beside him, dangling your legs]

Dash: [gonna say the hand he reached for her with is his dominant one and thus the one he cut his finger on and even though that isn’t deep it’s probably still bleeding/bleeding again with this climb in that annoying way fingers do, so at some point later when she’s gone back inside to carry on getting ready for this bonfire or whatever she can notice that she has some of his blood on her hand, for the peak romance of it all, but anyway, for now look around and incline your head towards some other trees in a check those out, what do you think of them from up here and this new angle kinda way, before he inevitably gets distracted watching her legs dangle because whether or not she’s in her bonfire outfit yet I nevertheless doubt she’s dressed for tree climbing and gotta check her out always]

Lux: [when you can barely bring yourself to look at these trees because you don’t really care but you do think it’s adorable that he does so of course you oblige, smiling to yourself about it as you let your eyes flicker back and forth from him and these trees, swinging your legs up and leaning your back against the bow of this branch, as if testing out what sleeping here would remotely look like but your feet are in his lap because he’s here and there’s not going to be room enough for the two of you to stretch out]

Dash: [this boy could likewise no longer care less suddenly from the moment her feet are in his lap, we can’t lie, LOOKING down at them and shifting as if to get y’all both as comfy as you can be but really you’re just HYPER aware of your own lap rn in that teen boy way like oh no please don’t let my body make it super obvious how into this I am and make this awks, nevertheless can’t help but LOOK over at her and try and make eye contact though despite knowing that would make said awks and said horniness much more likely, it all feels that out of his control rn]

Lux: [actually making eye contact because you said you wanted to and you meant it, the !! noise making you choke practically with your attempt to swallow it down, red-faced again but determined not to run away right now, shuffling forward, putting your feet either side of him, moving into the space between his legs, knees raised, resting your head on one like the cool skin there can calm down your blushing cheeks]

Dash: [it cannot be overstated how much every second of that makes him die because he didn’t expect to actually get the eye contact yet so that’s killing him because immediately feeling a type of way about it and then there’s her noise and her blush and then she’s moving and basically posing looking like art, tis a constant onslaught on this boy’s senses in a way he is not used to AT ALL because he’s usually the one having this effect on people and like she said, it being basically effortless, softly saying her name like he’s trying it out what he thinks of it and if it’s perfect for her or not, much like they are here trying out trees, because the first time he has said it, shamelessly also trying out the effect it’ll have on them both too, ofc, because already we’re so glad that her feet are no longer in his lap, let’s just say that, horniness off the charts]

Lux: [knocking your knees closed reflexively as he says your name for the first time because no one has ever said it like that or in a context even a little like this and that’s short-circuited your brain in this moment, the recognition and how right it feels, pushing yourself up and onto your knees so you are leaning over him, LOOKING down and doing a shaky breath ‘Dash?’ quiet but intense]

Dash: [has 10000% short circuited his own brain as well by saying it and how it made him feel, god bless, nevertheless instinctively and immediately moving towards and putting his arms on her to steady her as she moves, despite what he said about it being up to fate if he falls out of a tree or not, I imagine they’ve naturally found somewhere to rest that’s accidentally on purpose more saucy than the safety of it all requires, like her waist or something, not moving them away though as he LOOKS back at her for what would feel like a thousand years but is defs only a second, but still, SQUEEZING in that second so he’s really holding her in a deliberate way]

Lux: [when you say his name for a second time there is no hesitating question in your tone at all, the comparative loudness making it seem as firm as the way he’s holding you, a moan, instinctively sinking into him and getting as close as you can here, putting your hand at the base of his neck as if it’s just another steadying measure when that’s just a fraction of the reasoning]

Dash: [making such a !! noise about all of that, quietly but you might as well have screamed it for how dramatic it would feel because you can’t stop it from happening and how close y’all are to each other, moving his head so that they are close enough to forehead touch or kiss but not yet because in no world do you wanna rush that even though you blatantly also do, saying her name again, but with a question in it in the way that he’s clearly asking for permission]

Lux: [the concentration it is taking to not crash your face into his immediately, doing tiny pants, tongue slightly poking out with the effort, licking your bottom lip as you nod, swallowing to make your voice come, still hoarse, unavoidably so ‘I want you’]

Dash: [immediately crashing his face into hers the exact way she wanted to a second ago but did not because what a perfect mirroring moment and we love to see it, moaning against her lips almost before they’ve even touched because of how !! he is and how much he wants to, adorably despite feeling feral and literally unavoidably and instinctively PULLING her into him so dramatically with his hands which haven’t moved, trying at the same time to keep this kiss really innocent and soft and chaste because he remembers her saying she’s only done this with 1 other boy before]

Lux: [gasping as you likewise pull him to you, hugging your arms around his shoulders and finding yourself pulled back down so you’re sat between his legs and he’s between yours, god bless you trying but all logical thoughts have gone out the window so we’re really frantically and messily going for this kiss, even if the way we are is clumsy and teeth are knocked together, we aren’t becoming self-conscious yet we’re too in this]

Dash: [we’re all aware that attempt at chivalry is only lasting a nanosecond anyway before he’s abandoning it to match her in doing the absolute most as if y’all aren’t in a tree you could fall out of, letting go off her waist so that his hands are alternating between grabbing her hair and holding her face as if it’s possible to pull her closer and deepen this makeout sesh via either of those when it simply is not]

Lux: [thank god we’re not here to fuck y’all up like that right this second, you’re welcome, losing yourself in this so ridiculously, pulling his tongue into your mouth as far as you can, muffled words that can’t be understood, only in vibe alone, begging him to go deeper]

Dash: [imagine, that would be so rude, however low this branch may be that you’re on rn, I keep thinking that at any moment some peeps could appear to pick fruit or have their own shenanigans and see this, not that either of you can or would care at all atm lol, you’re welcome that we’re likewise letting you live and letting everyone be busy with bonfire prep and meal prep and all the things, anyway, giving her the same muffled nonsense back which if it could be understood would be a running monologue of exactly how he feels rn and about her because he’s so !!]

Lux: [undoubtedly someone will come a running and that will be what breaks y’all apart but we won’t do it this quickly, let you have a full Moment ™ here, making out ferally, not falling from the tree, just]

Dash: [this tension has been building over the course of however many hours and that would feel like forever to you hormonal teens so we gotta let y’all release at least some of it and have the privacy to do that because lord knows the bonfire won’t give you that, there’ll be hippies everywhere, Amber included I’m sure because as much as she’s sick of this her mum would lowkey force her to get involved in everything because she’s that bitch, for now you’re alone and allowed to make the most of that, cue him ferally running his hands over her entire body basically as this makeout continues, GRABBING her everywhere like he’ll fall to his death if he doesn’t]

Lux: [mhmm, and it’ll be a mission to convince you to go to the bonfire once you get quote-unquote caught out here so we’re truly not betting on that here and now, if we were thinking at all and not just following what feels right]

Dash: [mhmm, you’d feel like everyone was talking about you at said bonfire, I don’t blame you gal I would not be going in your place, meanwhile in the here and now I like to imagine that one of these branches are creaking ominously thanks to how feral this makeout sesh has become but it would take it actually breaking to stop him and it isn’t, so]

Lux: [exactly dr phil, it’s a valid paranoia honestly, who can fault you, a paranoia that exists to the point that this creaking has you pulling back, freezing, to assess where the sound came from, when your own movements elicit the same noise, you can laugh for now, pushing back into him, still laughing into the kiss]

Dash: [^^ it would be perfectly valid for a cis teen girl and she has the added fear for not being however much he claims everyone is nice and accepting because yeah hun they are to you, you’re not the target of these jk rowling-que terf lesbians or gross angry straight men, but I digress, join her a breathless hot lol even though it’ll turn into just shamelessly unhinged breathing when she’s kissing him again because that momentary pause was enough to have this fool almost forgetting/downplaying just how !! kissing her is but then he cannot and he’s moving her onto his lap with an unholy noise into her mouth about it]

Lux: [‘miss me?’ intended as a playful joke at his unhinged response but it’s too real and you have to make your own !! sound about it, pressing against him in an undeniable way, just to test it]

Dash: [doing the most insane nose rub of his down the entire length of hers as he emphatically nods in answer to that question because they are that close and lbr kissing again as soon as she’s asked it, doing a ‘yeah’ which is fully a MOAN in answer to the question she asked with that move because he’s so into it and needs her to know as if it wasn’t obvious af]

Lux: [rubbing your cheek against his, like you’re amazed it could get any hotter and he also needs to know RIGHT NOW, alluding to but not directly mentioning or drawing attention to the fact you’d both be able to feel how turned on you are, painfully so at this point, nodding back like your head’ll fall off, moving from cheek to cheek to a dramatic makeout once more]

Dash: [these two both found dead from how turned on they are tbh, which is very possible given how much he cannot keep still in any way in this tree rn, catch him taking a sec to kiss her cheek and all along her jaw and down her neck while she’s nodding, before like my boo said she’s rubbing against his other cheek and they are making out again]

Lux: [I’ll take this chance to be evil and cockblock y’all before you are allowed to get any more carried away, the way these people saw nothing but are now going to see this gal sprinting down from this tree back to the house like a gazelle, like hello??? Lol soz guys but you’ve had your fun]

Dash: [mhmm, we all know where that heading if we didn’t and nobody needs to see y’all doing that up a tree thank you, soz to whoever that gal collides with at some point on her way because peeps everywhere at all times, in every room, doorway and on every step, whoever you are you will be falling like bowling pins bye, catch him calling her name from up this tree with so much !! as if that’ll stop her in her tracks, nope sir it will not, following her down but by the time he has climbed from even that low branch she is long gone because not with it enough to be as immediate as her/really did think calling her name would give him that sec he needed for her to stop and him to slightly recover his senses, me imagining said peeps like oh hi Dash ?? fancy seeing you here lol lol how random so he is also getting waylaid to have a matey convo he isn’t in the mood to have whilst still the most noticeably turned on and flustered anyone has ever been]

Lux: [mortifying, you must have found some hidey-holes by this point and that’s where you’re trying to get to as fast as you can whilst apologising profusely to anyone you run into, RIP]

Dash: [soz huns but we had to do it to you, especially you Dash because you wanna be mr popular, how’s it feel here in this moment when you can’t just run away, hmm? How do you like the taste of them apples as my father would say LOL LOL, we could say Amber is one of the peeps she runs into btw as an in for doing a them convo after this because obvs she’d message like um are you okay sis?]

Lux: [good idea girl]

Dash: don’t flip out

Dash: they only saw me 😍 & 🤯😳🥵

Lux: I nearly ran them over

Dash: you’ve got a bonfire to dress outta sight for

Dash: it’s chill

Lux: That’s not how it looked

Dash: it’s what I said, I covered you

Lux: Oh my goodness

Dash: you’re a wallflower, [namedropping these peeps like she has any clue who they are or that’s in any way helpful that you’re saying they know she’s shy] know about being new

Lux: This isn’t about being new, or shy

Dash: nah but that’s why they think you bugged out is what I’m laying on you

Lux: They so do not, come on!

Lux: It was too obvious

Dash: they were looking down not up, trust

Dash: they didn’t even 👀 you before your split

Lux: They wouldn’t say if they had

Dash: why you so pressed if they did?

Lux: Are you serious?

Dash: it’s cold you don’t wanna be seen with me

Lux: No, that’s not what it is

Dash: what is it?

Lux: It’s just embarrassing because it is, not because of you

Dash: you 🏃🏼‍♀️⚡️

Lux: I shouldn’t have done that but I shouldn’t have been up the tree with you so it’s the lesser of two evils, I can say I felt sick

Dash: you’re rattled 👌🏽 but it cuts low you’d say kissing me was 👿 & a shouldn’t thing

Lux: Not like that, in a public place, in the middle of the day

Dash: alone in a tree

Lux: Someone could come at any minute, and did

Dash: I’d kiss you anywhere in front of anybody

Lux: You said they saw you 😍 & 🤯😳🥵

Dash: yeah

Dash: I am still

Lux: People aren’t stupid, what do you think they’re thinking

Dash: that I want you & I do

Lux: Why would you not just

Lux: never mind

Dash: nah, finish up

Lux: You knew how ashamed I was by the way I ran off

Dash: right on, they gonna 💭 I’m 😍 & 🤯😳🥵 one sided & you ran from me

Lux: Well, that’s not what I wanted

Dash: you freaked out, cut yourself some slack

Lux: I don’t know, I’m sorry

Dash: accepted, we’re good

Lux: You enjoy the bonfire

Dash: wait

Dash: you’re not coming?

Lux: I can’t

Dash: for real?

Lux: There’s no way I can see anyone now

Dash: we can just hang alone

Lux: No, you should go, you were looking forward to it

Dash: for you

Lux: I’m good here, I’ll chill

Dash: I picked a 🌳

Dash: if you change your mind, this’ll help you find me

Dash: [and a pic of his bandana, cos he’d always have one in his hair or around his wrist ofc, around a branch of said tree to claim it]

Lux: See you around, okay?

Dash: later, golden girl

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veephoenix · 1 year ago

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Meet Grey. She plays an important role in The Sweetness of Love & Pain :) You can read the synopsis for the story here.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Kitsey (Original Female Character)

SHARING ANOTHER SNIPPET FOR THIS UPCOMING WORK (Featuring. Grey)

Noah was growing increasingly restless, his desire to leave the party intensifying with each passing moment. He couldn't care less about hitting up a strip club or any other bar; all he wanted was to go home. It was the first night they had off in a week and he desperately wanted to sleep.

The only thing that had piqued his interest that night was the girl with the striking light brown eyes, and strangely enough, not because he wanted to end up in bed with her. Hence why he had hesitated to approach her. What was he even expecting?

Noah was painfully aware that indulging in innocent intentions was a luxury he couldn't afford. Entering into any sort of genuine connection with her would only complicate both of their lives, probably fuck up hers in unimaginable ways. It was easier to stick to the familiar pattern: enjoy a night of casual sex and disappear by at some point before the sun rose.

So, when he saw her back in the the garden, with that guy’s arm draped over her shoulders, he decided not to intervene. He realized it was futile to entertain the idea of breaking free from the fucked up world Abel had ensnared him in. Despite briefly entertaining the sweet idea of talking to her, hear her voice, he reluctantly let her slip away.

Just as he was about to pull Jolly away from the girl he was engrossed in conversation with, a commotion erupted inside the house. A couple descended the stairs, their laughter and screams drawing the attention of the partygoers. Paola, Nicholas' cousin and party hostess, approached them with a furrowed brow, her words lost amidst the noise. Moments later, her expression twisted in anger as she shoved the girl, prompting someone else to scream about a fire. Chaos erupted, shattering the atmosphere.

Soon, Noah was being shoved forward by random people trying to get out of the garden, cross the house hall, and exit the building as panic spread at the news of a fire breaking out. In the midst of the frenzied crowd, Noah found himself purposefully scanning the crowd, his instinct drawing him towards her. He couldn’t explain the pull that made his eyes sought out for her, an instinct he couldn’t quite explain through the haze of smoke and frantic shouts. It was as if he were being drawn to her by some mysterious, magnetic force, compelling him to ensure she was safe, despite the absence of any logical reason for his concern and considering he didn't even know her name.

His gaze finally locked onto her. She was inside, standing in the middle of the living room while people moved towards the exit in a rush. He watched, a knot forming in his stomach, as she became embroiled in a heated exchange with Paola. Paola's grip tightened on Kitsey's arm, but she managed to wrench free, her expression a tumultuous mix of disbelief and defiance.

As Paola stormed out of the house, Noah's gaze followed Kitsey's unexpected trajectory. To his astonishment, she headed towards the staircase, disappearing into the billowing smoke without a second thought. What the hell is she doing?

"Noah, we need to get the hell out of here!" Jolly's voice broke through the chaos, but Noah's attention was elsewhere. His instincts screamed at him to follow Kitsey.

Ignoring Jolly's protests and mentions about the cops appearing soon on the site, Noah pressed forward, determination driving him onward even as uncertainty gnawed at the edges of his mind.

Ascending the stairs, Noah’s heart pounded with a mixture of urgency and apprehension. He reached the first floor, only to be welcomed by the acrid smell of smoke hanging heavy in the air. He spotted Kitsey standing near the door of a room engulfed in smoke, and immediately, his instincts kicked into overdrive.

"Hey! What are you doing? You need to get out of the house right now," Noah urged, his voice laced with concern.

But Kitsey's response stopped him in his tracks. "I can't. Grey is in there," she explained, her voice strained with worry.

"Grey?" He echoed, taking slow steps to her spot and trying to keep his tone steady despite the rising panic.

"Paola's cat. She was in that room. I can't leave without making sure she got out."

Noah's mind raced as he processed her words. The gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks – there was no way he could leave her alone in that dangerous environment.

But Kitsey's determination was unwavering, which only made Noah’s curiosity grow stronger. "I need to make sure. I'm not leaving without making sure she's not trapped in there."

Noah cursed under his breath, realizing that there was no persuading her to leave without knowing for sure. With a quick glance around, he said, "Take off your cardigan.”

Confusion flashed across Kitsey's face. The smoke was already making it difficult for her to breathe, but she managed to ask, “What?”

“Cover your nose and mouth,” Noah instructed. She complied, using the garment to shield her nose and mouth from the smoke. Noah retrieved a cloth from his pocket and used it for himself. “I’ll help you look. Thirty seconds,” he stated, “then we’re getting out of here.”

Kitsey nodded, her heart heavy with concern for Grey’s fate.

Author's note: I'm not sure when I'll start uploading full chapters. I want to finish at least two of my works in progress before fully diving into this story, but keep an eye on the snippets if you're interested 😊

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